#jimin boyfriend au

[vinetae]

jimin thinks y/n can’t commit to him and that’s not the truth at all - !Part 2!

➺ pairing; park jimin x reader 

➺ genre; balletteacher!jiminiverse! Hurt/comfort, Hurt/no comfort, Shame, Guilt, Anger, (Jimin and Y/n infuriate me so much omg, just like fuck already guys), [f.] Masturbation, soft moments, cuddles, memories, sad reader, ANGST ANGST ANGST AND OH YEAH, ANGST, hinted sex, cunillingus, 

➺ wordcount; 10k

➺ summary; After your final words with Jimin, everything just comes tumbling down. Will fate pull you two back together? Or will the strings of life finally break what was always meant to sever..

A/n: Requested by @chimmy-licious

I DON’T OWN THIS FIC IDEA. This was originally a request to complete a series which had not been updated in three years. I don't claim the idea, nor the first part of this little work. Credit to the original author; @jungshookz

(However, this second part is mine so please do not copy, translate, modify, or repost this anywhere without MY permission to do so.)

With that said, enjoy!

Part 1 - (credit to @jungshookz)

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You had ended up falling asleep on your sofa, body molded around a certain wine Jimin had been saving for your one year anniversary. Lips cracked, nose running, with about a thousand puffs tissues surrounding your worn-out figure. 

You’d been hoping this was some kind of bad dream. 

A reality your internalized anxiety had caused. 

That you’d wake up from this nightmare to see the man you love, passed out peacefully on your full sized bed. Watching as the sun’s morning rays beam down, cracking through the half-way blinds pulled down, illuminating bits and pieces of his baby-like features. His chest, rising and falling in patterns, that had become your lullaby. 

To him throwing an arm sleepily across your figure when you go to kiss his cheek goodbye for the morning, heading out to your early single run session. His mouth parting slightly, strings of protests and soft moans exile, convincing you to not go. 

To stay a little longer. 

“Mmmm, not yet.” He lets out a soft groan, pulling you by the waist back down, until you’re flushed against his body. The point of his chin resting atop your apex, as soft rises of his chest drag your body back down into a sleep. Your lips curve into a gentle smile, trying to wiggle your way out of his arms. Yet, all of the weekends he’d spent at the gym prior to your relationship had still been paying off. 

Now, his weekends only belong to you.

The tears had seemed like an endless river, rushing down to greet the next new paths of its journey. Cheeks puffed and red, as you stand to discard the late night’s binge evidence, and sob session helpers. Everywhere you turned, had been a bitter reminder of the previous night. The small heater that had busted last winter, where you had to curl up in the living room, surrounded by piles of blankets to keep warm, while watching a screened fireplace crackle on your flat screen TV. The digitized embers mocked your broken wallet, and snowed in selves. However, even with the bite of a blizzard’s pearly whites, and a broken heating system, it had become the best few days of Christmas break. 

Tucking himself back in between the comfort of your body and the blankets, his arms tug around your figure, pulling you closer to him to keep warm. The two mugs of hot-chocolate he’d carried along with him on the two feet walk from your kitchen to the living room, had almost killed him. 

However, it’s like his body was set on fire when your head turned, flashing him a warming smile at the sight of the delicious drinks. The white specs lay in your eyes, symbolizing hope. Hope in this winter day passing..

Hope in you lasting.

You suck in a deep breath, taking a look around the clutter of your apartment. Moving boxes stuffed into the corner, while a few furniture pieces had still not yet been unwrapped from their bubble packaged blankets. Your eyes trails across the empty room, memories of the two of you flooding your mind. The first cooking dinner date you had in the kitchen, your first board game night..

Your first..

His leg kicks the door shut. Arms wrapped around your delicate figure, as he unconsciously guides the two of you to the back of your couch’s arm. Knees buckle under the weight, allowing yourself to fall back into the comfort of your sofa. His body towers you, tips of his fingers trailing up the plains of your torso. A small grin tugs his corner lip. 

“May I?” 

With a soft nod, he’s quick to discard the piece of thin fabric. What had started off as a calming walk in the park, hands intertwined as you pointed out the various colors among the busy streets..

Had led to a late morning practice confession. 

You could still feel the lingering of his touch. The way he used to gently caress the top of your head. When you’re cooking, reading ..

.. Making love.

The broad of his shoulders doubles over your own, legs lifting to wrap around his torso. The gentle rock of his hips into yours, the intimate eye contact, had made the moment that much more special. You could feel the warmth of something sliding up to hold onto your hand. Weightful movements, with staggered breaths brought you that much closer to the ending of your beginning. 

“Fu-fuck..” He moans, plush lips parting as the sweat of his brow drips down the side of his face. Your hands reach out, carding your fingers through his damp locks, as your head leans up, capturing his lips in a soft exchange. 

“Y-Y/n..” Letting out sharp breaths, the roll of his hips against yours lulls you into an erotic, passionate spell. His movements had just as much grace and precision as his routines did. As if he’d been crafted from the gentle sway of a tree’s moves himself. You could feel the tensing of his biceps above you, as his face lowers down to press butterfly-like kisses along the paths of your chest. Lips lingering on the erect bud of your breast, his tongue grazing across the surface of your skin, eyes glancing up to lock onto yours. 

You’d never seen someone look at you the way he had..

Your feet unconsciously guide you down the small corridor of your apartment. Fingertips dragging along the chipped and worn out wall’s memories. The tears you’d thought you’d ridden yourself of, coming back to play a taunting and tortuous melody. As if they’d wanted you to be in this much pain.. Your hands reach the small picture frames along the small of your hallway’s little nightstand in the corner. Framed photographs and polaroid pictures sat along the surface’s flat, as you admired the little contents and reminiscences. 

Truly, if walls could talk..

“Really Y/n!” His voice echoes down the empty hall, as you take to lean against the wall’s turn corner. He’d been so set on this idea for so long. Your hands gently hold up a small mug of coffee you’d made in the morning. 

“I.. don’t really know what you mean.” Jimin lets out a huff of frustration, turning on his heel to face your figure. Lips turning down into a short pout. 

“I just.. We’ve been together for some time now, and all of the pictures we take when we go places..” You lips the small mug to your lips, taking a minor sip of the hot liquid’s content. Tonguing on the idea he’d been advocating so passionately for the last ten minutes. 

“Well, we just don’t really go anywhere.. Besides, Why would I display us here-” You motion to the empty nightstand top, “instead of there?” pointing to your bedroom’s entrance. Jimin’s lips don’t open to counter, but the pout still remains. After a few seconds of silence, you let out a sigh, setting the mug down on the counter. Arms coiling around his somber figure, pulling his body closer to your own. Your head buried deep into his chest, as you finally let out. 

“You’re right.. I just-” You pull away to glance up at him. “Wouldn’t it look weird to my friends if they saw me posing with our dance instructor?” He’s hesitant to pull away, leaving your embrace for the chilling emptiness of alone’s instead. Back turned, as he goes to pick up the set of keys he’d always lay on the little fruit bowl you’d bought from a consignment shop prior to moving in three years ago. 

“Jimin?” 

Clicking on the door evicts the hopeful silence. 

You hadn’t seen him again for another three days after that. Miss Im had to cover for his classes at the studio, though she hadn’t explained why. It wasn’t until almost the fifth night that your phone had gone off during a marathon of reality TV that no one really watches anymore. Swiping up, your phone unlocks, displaying the new message. 

[New message ]

Unknown: Come outside.

You: Who is this?

Unknown: You’ll see.

Yeah.. that’s not murderous at all..

You: I’m not listening to a stranger.

Unknown: Party pooper, Y/n.. 😔

You: Who is this?

Unknown: Your boyfriend who’s about to bust down your door lug you over my shoulder and kidnap you if you don’t come down 😈

[Typing.. ] Jimin? Why are yo-

Wait.. this might be a trap..

[Typing..] How aggressive.. I still don’t know who this is.

[Send?] 🗹

 You: How aggressive.. I still don’t know who this is.

Read: 9:54PM

It wasn’t long until you heard a banging against your apartment door. 

Great. This is where you die. 

You always thought you could escape the killer psychopath movies, because you’re obviously smarter than those characters.

Soon, you hear the jiggling of the key in the lock, forcing your door open. 

_

“I told you I’d bust down this door if- why are you holding a lamp?” His head tilts to the side, chuckling softly at your defense position. You’d grabbed the closest thing to you..

Which ended up being the lamp your grandmother had gifted you a year ago. 

“I.. uh-” You quickly set the object down, clearing your throat. “Y-You were acting like a serial killer! Why did you text me from a random number anyways?!” 

Jimin lets out a chuckle, making a b-line towards your guarded figure, still slightly gripping the couch’s end for support. “Sorry.. I forgot to tell you. I dropped my phone in the toilet when I was brushing my teeth. Had to get a new one.” He pulls the small mobile from his jeans pocket, giving proof to his story. The small, sleeked blackened case had allured the cellphone with a mysterious aura. His eyes trail along the grip you had kept on the sofa, tugging a smile on his lips. 

“Damn.. what I wouldn’t give to be a couch..” He chuckles, grabbing your hand to lead you out the doorway before you could protest. 

“Jimin what are we-” 

“Shh..” He stops, facing his torso to catch your eyes. You look down, noticing a black, silk dangling in his grasp. 

“Do you trust me?” 

_

His hand slips into yours, as you’re being blindly led through a maze of foreign objects in which you had no idea what had been. Some felt like bushes and a few trees, others felt like different types of people. You could definitely hear the sounds of the city. Loud honks, blaring music, booming radios and more. Until suddenly, it just-

“Okay, we’re here..” He slowly removes the blindfold, as your eyes adjust to the newly dimmed lighting. Once there’d been no more pain from the sudden exposure, your heart drops at the sight. 

You were in the dance studio. 

The lights had been dimmed, with a soft, pink glow illuminating in the foreground. Jimin takes a few steps backwards, clicking a small button from the little remote in his hand. Suddenly, a twinkle of sparkling glows lit up the whole studio, making the mirror reflect ten times as much as the small practice room had been. It had looked like an endless fairytale, in which you never wanted to leave. 

Soon, you felt his hands slip into yours. His chocolatey irises bare down, taking your gaze as a sign for speech. 

“I know I might not be good at the whole ‘love’ thing..” 

“Mhm, maybe not.” You tease. His eyes roll, slightly squeezing your hands in his. 

“You’re not so good yourself, miss I’m-a-love-expert” You giggle, hitting his arm softly in response. “That was one time, let it go!” 

His lips part slightly, chuckling at your retort. “Okay okay.. Letting go. So back to what I was saying-” 

“You were saying how talented and awesome I am.” You grin slightly, hoping he’d take the bait. 

“Yes I was- wait what?” 

“Nothing.” 

His eyebrow raises in question, but continues on. 

“Well it was along those lines but..” He takes a deep breath. “I know we might not be good at this whole love thing.. and we are both pretty stubborn..” 

“No I’m not.” 

“Yes you are.” 

“Am not.” 

“Are too!” 

“Am not.” 

“Y/n! This is being stubborn!” His voice raises above the little classical music you’d creating a routine for the past few weeks, for the upcoming performance. A smile brushes your lips, as you put your hands up in surrender.

“Alright alright.. I’m sorry. Please, continue.” 

“Okay. as I was saying -” He sends you a side eye. 

You giggle. 

“I know we’re both good at one thing.” His grasp pulls you to the center of the room, as he plugs in his new Iphone from the sidelines. A snazzy, emotional classic comes over the speakers, as he reaches out his hand for an offer. 

Your eyebrow raises. “Bickering?” 

His eyes roll, shaking his head. “You’re something, I swear..” 

You take his offered hand, chuckling at your accomplishment. “Not really.” Your bodies move along slowly to the music, before he’s spinning you around gently, until you’re facing him directly. 

“It’s funny, seeing my dance teacher all pouty.” 

His arms wrap around your body, tugging you to him until your back is flushed with his chest. Breath-filled whispers trail along the planes of your neck, as his lips brush the shell of your ear lightly. 

“Well, I’m not your dance instructor right now..”

He twirls you out, pulling you back in, with your arms catching steady around his neck. His hands pressed into your hips, as your lips barely brush one another’s. His heavy breaths mixed with yours creates a certain type of potion, that seems to have you both under a heavy spell. 

You could barely find your voice, as you could hear the classical, emotional melody switch to something much more intense. A deep base, kicking snares, and an R&B melodic voice to drown out the worries of this world, putting all of your focus on the moment. You could barely get out two little words from the intensity of it all. 

“Kiss me.” 

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Once your apartment had looked -somewhat- decent, you checked the new notifications on your phone.

July 2nd, 7:30AM (5 minutes ago)

HYBE DANCE ACADEMY OFFICE OF ADMINISTRATIONS <[email protected]> to me 

Miss Y/N Y/L/N, 

This is your two-hour reminder email, along with a text message that will be sent to you for the consultation with the Dean set at 9:30AM (July 2nd),  today. Please remember to bring your Student ID with you. The closing window for any cancellations has now ended. 

Thank You.

HYBE DANCE ACADEMY, Office of Administrations

You close out the email, tossing your phone across the room to let it land on the bed. Deciding to take a quick shower before the meeting, you drop the rest of your clothes to the floor, reaching past the glass door of your shower, turning the faucet on. As the stream fills the room slowly, your head is dragged back to its bitter-sweet reminiscences. 

The sound of giggles and laughs could be heard through the echoing walls of your apartment. The bathroom mirror and glass door had become too fogged up due to the humidity. 

And.. maybe something else..

“Oh my god” Your head lulls back, thigh twitching is response as Jimin’s tongue flattened against your aching clit, his free hand reaching upwards to cup one of your breasts. Your hand tugs at his dampened locks, fingernails trailing along his scalp in the process. Plush lips wrapped around the soaking flesh between your legs, as the thigh that had been thrown over his shoulder tenses from his motions. After a few seconds, his eyes glance up to make sure everything’s okay. 

He secretly pats himself on the back for such a responsive look from you. Your hair messily flipped to the side, as a stream of water flows down the entirety of your body, lips jarring open as he watches the sharp rise and fall of your chest slow its rate. Eyes blown out beyond imagination, as you too had noticed his gaze. 

His body rises up to tower over yours once again, a smirk pressing his lips.

“Earth to Y/n~” He teases. 

Your eyes lull back, before reluctantly coming back to reality. His hands trail up your skin, leaning his head down to capture your lips in a heated exchange. Before you know it, you’re hoisted up against the fogged glass wall, the squishy tip of his cock pressing at your entrance, begging for permission. In a few movements, he’s easily slipping past your velvety walls, making your mouth cry out a fit of moans. 

“Fuck..” Your head falls backwards, hand embarrassingly stuffed between the space of your thighs as your finger rubs figure eights against your aching clit. Your free hand clasps to cover your mouth, muffling the shameful noises that exile with every movement of your chest. You could almost hear the desperation in his voice, the closer you’d become to your climax. His raspy morning voice.. The slight growl he’d developed when he too had been reaching his limit.. The whine he exasperated every time you’d clenched around his throbbing cock. 

Just to feel it one last time. To have his dancer-graced, heaven-sent hips slamming into your own.. In a passionate way of course. His hands sporadically trailing all over your body.. lips, as if drinking in all that you had offered, hadn’t been enough to satiate his thirst for you. 

Mind replaying every intimate scene you’d ever had with him. The late night, relationship booty-calls because one of you was too fucking horny to wait until the weekend when you’d see one another. Every position he’d ever put you in. All the times at the dinner table he’d just absolutely destroyed your pussy with just two fingers, while catching up with the Kardashians, until you’d become a whiny, fucked out bitch. 

“J-Jimin.. Oh f-fuck! Jimin!” Your screams had become nothing more than an unanswered prayer. All of the memories, being forcefully replayed in your mind like how a psychopath would torture their victims with playing the same move over and over until they too, go insane. 

And insane you were. 

Your legs had been on the verge of giving in. The joints in your fingers, which had been helping in letting out all of your frustrations, had begun faltering. Your chest staggered in breaths you didn’t even know you had. Practically mauling your lip for just some sort of relief. Begging for this to never end, but just wanting it to. 

Then, your mind really fucked with you. 

Images of the kiss Jimin and Nayeon had shared, flooded your mind. 

Soon, all of the sweet, intimate moments that had been yours.. Were stolen away with Nayeon’s face. Of her cuddling up with Jimin on the couch.. Of Jimin dancing with her in the dark late at night in the studio, as his apology. 

That stupid fucking kiss!

“FUCK!” You yell out, removing your hand in hatred. Quick to finish up your shower, you throw on the clothes you’d laid out along with the leotard and a scrunchie wrapped around your wrist for class later that day. 

If you even went to class..

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Your leg tapped nervously against the corridor’s marbled flooring. The halls are so large in comparison to your tiny apartment. Your finger toyed with the little string dangled from the hem of your t-shirt, before a lady wearing a pantsuit had stepped into sight. 

“Miss Y/n?” 

—

If the halls had been decorated, the Dean’s office had been absolutely decked out. Framed photos of colleagues and the Dean in his younger days, sprawled all over the walls. Trophies of winning champions and teams of the Academy displayed in what seemed like a thousand glass cases. 

“Miss Y/n?” 

The Dean’s voice pulls you from your train of thoughts. “Ah, yes.” His hand motions towards the seat in front of him, as you hesitantly obey.A few clicks of his computer later, and he’s spinning slightly to the side to face you across his desk. “So, what seems to be the issue here?” 

“Well I-” 

He types on the computer, clicking his mouse while pulling up something. “Seems like you’ve been doing an excellent job here at the academy.” 

“Well yes, sir. I’ve been-”

“Practicing very hard, I see. So, are you ready for competition this year? They say it’s going to be just as difficult as nationals.” Your eyes widen. You hadn’t even thought of the possibility of getting into the top ranks. 

“I.. what?” 

His eyes squint, before tilting his computer to the side for you to check. “Seems like you’ve been placed at the top of the roster. By..” 

Please don’t say it, please don’t say it. 

“Mister.. Park?” 

Fuck.

You could feel the tears welling up in your ducts, having to push down any signs of the uncomfortable you felt while hearing his name, instead deciding to replace it with a light chuckle instead. 

“Ah, yes. He’s my mentor.” 

The Dean smiles, nodding. “One of our best. Well, besides Nayeon.” He leans forwards, flashing a smile. “Let me tell you, Y/n. It takes a lot of dedication and work to get where Naeyon is at. Why, I remember when she first joined the academy-” 

“Uhm, I actually wanted to discuss something..” 

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Ah, I seem to have lost my head. I’m sorry, Y/n. I know you’re not here to hear me gloat about our best female instructor.” You nod, pushing down the urge to frankly;

Punch the shit out of him, and Nayeon. 

He types on the computer, before turning the screen back to him. “So, what did you like to discuss?” 

“Well I’d like to-” 

Just then, the door cracks, a head peeking inside quietly. “Sorry to interrupt, Mister Broushe but I was wondering when the papers would be sig-”

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

FUCK.

“Y/n..?”

“Ah.. Nayeon.”

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“Oh.. I’m sorry. I can come back later-” 

“No no.” The Dean protests, motioning over his desk. “Come, sit. We were actually just talking about you.” Nayeon’s eyes set across yours, silently asking if it’s okay to sit next to you. 

“Really?” She questions, taking a seat hesitantly. 

The Dean nods, smiling. “Our star instructor, and student of 2016.”

Nayeon’s cheeks heat up slightly, turning her head in embarrassment. A shy smile tugs her perfectly matte lips. “Ah.. come on.. Jimin was-  is such a better dancer than me.” 

The Dean claps his hands, laughing. “Ah! Always so humble, Nayeon. That’s why you’re our star!” 

Your hands clenched in your lap, tugging at the material of your t-shirt once more. 

She got the boy. 

She got the life. 

She got everything.

So why doesn’t she look fucking thrilled.

You suddenly stand up, not being able to take this Nayeon praise day. Your hands go to your sides, abruptly walking away from the whole situation. Nayeon rises as well, trailing after you. 

“Y/n, wait!” She’s quick to catch up, as you grudgingly turn to face her with a fake smile plastered across your cheeks. 

She smiles, propping herself back up in an attempt to catch her breath. “I’m so sorry for interrupting your session.. I was just coming in to get a few papers for the stuff Jimin and I have to fill out.” 

“Oh? What are they?” 

Maybe a fucking restraining order. 

Her lips curve upwards into a smile. “They’re for competition.” She leans forwards, lowering her voice. “I don’t know if I’m supposed to be sharing this but.. You got placed at the top.” 

Your eyebrow raises. What’s the big deal with this whole roster thing anyways?

“What.. does that mean?” You faint curiosity. 

She giggles, rising up to straighten out her posture. “It means that you got the most spotlight for our performances!” 

Okay, now you’re confused.

“It’s not.. Making sense.” 

Her eyes roll playfully, shoving your side gently. “You’ll be doing most of the choreography to represent the Academy! I’ll be teaching you one or two of my own, but Jimin’s the lead instructor for the competition.” Her eyebrows lower, tilting her head to the side. “Are you.. Not happy?” 

Your head shakes. “Huh? Oh, no! I’m so so so excited!” Your lips curve, but your eyes don’t smile along. You fake a few leaps of joy, before thanking her as you two head out of the building, in front of campus. 

She turns, bidding you a goodbye, as you’re left in front of the administration office, alone once again. 

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“One more time, Seulgi! And one, and two.. One and two one-” 

The auditorium door slams shut on accident, making your slip in for the class not such a slip in. His eyes fall onto your figure, before turning his head back to Seulgi’s moves. 

“Late again, Y/n?” 

You gulp, silently settling your stuff down into the audience seats, sliding down into one of them to hide yourself. You’d never heard his tone turn so cold before. Even with regular students, he’d always had some kind of light-hearted wisps in his voice. 

Towards you, it almost sounded like he had no heart left.

“Pst!-” A familiar voice slides beside you, making your head turn. Jungkook had sported some light-weight looking gray sweats, along with a loose fitting white t-shirt for flexibility. The brown, puppy-like curly locks had fallen into his vision, making him look that much more adorable. 

“Hey.. Why weren’t you in class yesterday? Or.. at all last week?”  You face the front, not needing another call-out from Gregory House over there. 

“Sorry I uhm.. Came down with something.” You lean to the side, still facing the front to get a better hearing of Jungkook’s response. “What’d I miss?” 

His voice lowers, shifting in his seat from your proximity. “Miss Nayeon came in last week, and they kept practicing the uh.. Kissing scene.”

You sit up, twisting your torso. “I thought she said that they’d cut it out..?” 

He shrugs, backing away slightly from your sudden tone. “I uhm- don’t know. But Mister park came in last week, super pissed. He was chewing out everyone, on every little thing. He even made Lisa do fourty push ups for not having a high enough Grand Jete..” 

Your eyes widen, locking onto Jimin’s straightened figure. His arms crossing over his chest, as he watches intently as Seulgi finishes her routine. You lean back, letting out a sigh. 

Just as the  music had stopped, Jimin’s- Mister Park’s voice echoed through the auditorium. 

“That’s enough. Lisa, you’ve gone. Seulgi, Jungkook, Mina, Jae-young.. Who hasn’t done “la danse du cygne’?”

Just before you’re about to sink further into your seat, Seulgi stands up abruptly. “Y/n has been absent the whole week, Mister Park.” 

Uh oh..

You could see a smirk hiding behind Jimin’s stone-cold look. He claps once, calling out. “Y/N Y/L/N, come up here.” You hesitantly stand, making your way across the large room as you pass by Seulgi, giving her a death glare. You set your stuff on stage in the back, before the spotlight is shining in your sight. 

“Since you’re going to be doing most of our routines, and representing the Academy, you need to be practicing even more. ‘se mettre en position’.” 

You’re quick to hurry to center stage, fixing your position as the music begins to play. Before you’re allowed to start moving, Jimin throws up a hand. 

“Stop.” 

The music dies, and the room is silent. Everyone turns in question of why he’d stopped before you even began your routine. You could hear the light-steps of his footwork making their way to where you were. As angry as he probably was, he’d still been light as a feather. 

“What is this.” His finger points to your feet. 

Your.. feet?

“It’s.. my feet.” He scoffs at your response, crossing his arms in annoyance. 

“I understand what feet are, Miss Y/n. However, apparently you don’t.” 

Your eyes roll mentally, shifting positions to a more comfortable form. “Ji-” 

His eyebrow raises, eyes motioning to the crowd of students who’d also been intensely invested in the scene. 

“Just.. my feet, ..sir.” 

He scoffs, lowering himself to the ground to fix your foot’s position. 

“Have you really been ignoring all of my teaching? The routine starts with your foot facing three o’clock. Not one, not two fifty-nine.” You whine slightly, feeling his grip tighten on your ankle, before he releases it. “Three.” 

He stands, straightening his back. His eyes burned icey cold daggered into your own, as if he’d been releasing all of his frustration and anger towards you.. On you. 

“If you can’t understand the simple terms of what you’re working for, then I don’t see a reason for you to even be on the roster, at all.” 

A short, hushed crowd of gasps echoes the room. Your eyes glare up to meet his cold ones. Not a reaction in sight. No pain..

It was like he was numb. 

“B-But I-” 

He turns his torso to face the crowd, raising his voice. “You see this, students? This is what you get when you sit on your ass all day. Uneducated, slothful, and selfish.” His hand grabs your own, throwing it up in the air for all of your classmates to see. His eyes glance over, seeing the tears starting to threaten to slip from your control. 

He releases your hand, watching as it swings slowly at your side. 

“Come back when you’ve learned the difference.” 

 »»————-　☁️  ————-««

Your body wouldn’t move. You couldn’t see anything, except the bright spotlight in your eyes, and Jimin’s ice cold glare. You tried sucking in a breath, convincing your body to move just a bit to save a little face..

But nothing. 

Your turn to the side, seeing no trace of the man you’d onced said the three hardest words to. Instead, anger and repulsion filled his eyes. Anger towards you. 

This.. was all your fault.

An arm is quick to tug you off the stage, pulling you down from everybody’s sights. The hand leads you through the auditorium doors, and down the halls until you’re finally catching up with reality. You glance up, seeing the fluffy, puppy-like boy guiding you through a sea of people on campus. 

“J-Jungkook?” He turns back, stopping in place to make sure you’re okay. 

“It’s okay, Y/n.. He’s been hard on everyone recently. It’s not your fault.” His bright, bunny smile makes you feel ten times worse. 

You’re the reason Lisa had to do fourty push ups. You’re the reason he’s so bitter and cold now. 

It’s all because of you.

 »»————-　☁️  ————-««

The knock on your front door does no good in motivating you to get up. Ever since Jimin’s outburst in class two days ago, you’d done nothing but lay on your couch and watch The Walking Dead for the fourth time. The comfort and fluffiness of your throw blankets had a tugging sensation weighing on your emotions, begging you to stay with them. 

And that you did. 

Up until the door started banging, and a voice could be heard over the dying sounds of characters on your screen. 

“Y/n? Open up! We’ve got some serious talking to do!” 

Nayeon?

You slowly rise from the couch, dragging along the spilled empty ice cream container and spoon, sticking to the fuzz of your blanket, as you slowly crack open the door. 

Nayeon stood in the doorway, sporting a look that made her even more gorgeous than ever. Gold earrings minimizing the already small face she’d been blessed with. A black, lacy tea-length dress had adorned her perfectly built figure. A small clutch purse in her grasp, as she catches your eyes. 

“Can I come in?” 

_

She takes a few steps inside your apartment, not even having the energy to explain why it’s such a mess. She steps over the piles of dirty laundry you’d gone through in just a few days' length, along with the three tubs of napoleon ice cream to go alongside it all. 

“Uh.. wow. You’ve been uh.. Busy?” She takes a seat on the couch’s arm, crossing her legs in a feminine way. Your eyes mentally roll at the sight. She looked as if she’d been a mother fucking princess. 

Jimin had been her prince. 

And you? The ugly toad who never got kissed. 

“Yeah. Yeah, busy.. Sure.” You plop down onto the couch, grabbing the remote to pause your binge show. She turns to the side, scooting down to sit next to you. 

“Y/n.. I am so sorry for the way that Ji- Mister Park acted. He should have never done anything like that to you.. You’re.. You’re just a kid!” Her eyes pleaded and apologized, while yours sent her daggers. 

She chuckles lightly, backing herself up in words. “Ah.. let me rephrase that..” 

She takes your hands in hers, holding your eyes for a more realistic appease. “Y/n.. You’re so wonderfully talented and one of the best dancers I’ve ever seen! Well.. besides Jimin..” 

You nod, trying to push down the urge to choke the bitch out. You decide to let her speak. Feed your starving ego that Jimin had so kindly destroyed for you. 

She continues. “I just.. Well, he had a fall out with his girlfriend about a week ago.. So you must understand where he’s coming from..” 

Oh.. if you only knew. 

“Yeah.. I get it.” 

He sucks in a breath. “Still, he had no right in letting his personal affairs affect his abilities in mentoring. So.. I’ll be taking over his classes for the next two weeks, until he’s calmed himself down.” 

Oh, hell FUCKING NO.

“Ah, well I don’t really think that’s a good idea- I mean you already have your class and-” 

She stands up. “Nonsense! I’ll just combine the two classes, and we can all learn the routines. It’ll help if anyone forgets some steps. It’s perfect!” 

You stand up, finally letting it all go. “No, Miss Nayeon, It’s not! Combining all of the students would only cause stress among yourself! Not to mention how dance is Jimin’s only source of stress release! It’s his whole life! And for you to just come in and take it.. How.. HOW SELFISH YOU!” 

Your breath staggers. Heart racing the fastest it’s ever beat in these few days. Nayeon just stands there, shocked. His lips fall to try and find an answer, but she has no words to combat it. She reaches down to pull her clutch from the sofa, and steps away lightly. 

“It.. seems like I’ve come at a bad time. Uhm- I hope you feel better, Y/n..” She quickly makes her way out the door, before the halls echo back calmly. 

“Have a good night.” 

 »»————-　☁️  ————-««

However, your obvious outburst with your new instructor had done nothing but put a brick wall between the two of you. A sort of tension that would only happen if one felt absolutely terrified of the other. Nayeon only spoke to you to say hello or goodbye. All of the mistakes you’d made in your routines, she’d only waved it off and started the music again. 

Once she claps three times, class has been dismissed. As you're packing up the rest of your things to shove into your gym bag, you could overhear the voices of Seulgi and her little kiss-face minions gossiping in the corner. 

“So what do you think?” 

“I don’t know.. I mean maybe he got fired..” 

“Nayeon told us that he was just on vacation though..” 

“Ugh, wake up and smell the drama, Mina! He obviously got fired.” 

“No way.. But- Mister Park was the nicest teacher we’ve ever had!”

“Not to mention the hottest.” 

“Yeah, I just think he was having a rough week.” 

“Or maybe he fucked a student..” 

The plastic water bottle slipped from your hand, spilling all over the wooden sleek floors. You curse under your breath, quick to use the dry of your t-shirt as an absorbing pad, as you try and tune your ears back into the gossip section of class. 

“No way! No way! Mister Park isn’t a pedo!” 

“Well it’s either that or-” 

Suddenly the microphone echoes across the speakers, drowning out the rest of Seulgi’s sentence. 

“Alright class, thank you for coming today and, girls-” Nayeon turns her head to face the group of women huddled in the corner, acting as if they’d been sharing drugs instead of drama. 

“Let’s keep the gossip for the tabloids, okay? Great work everyone!”

 »»————-　☁️  ————-««

Two days before the competition, everyone had been a mess. Nayeon was quick in helping you learn the rest of your last routine before D-Day. 

Although, your apartment didn't have the most spacious room for your practice. 

After about the fifth toe-stub of the night, you’d decided to sneak into the campus’s studio for some extra work to be done. 

Hand scaling the wall for a touch of a light switch which you knew was there, a sudden noise echoes through the large room. There stood a man entering from the front of the building, opposite to where you’d entered. A set of keys jiggle in his grip, as you bow slightly, quick to move out of the way. 

“I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t know that it was-” 

“Y/n?” 

Great. 

Here we go again. 

 »»————-　☁️  ————-««

The light’s empty beam gave no aid to the situation. Only, he hadn’t been able to see the hurt plain as day on your face, so you guess that’s a plus. 

He takes a step forwards, dropping his duffle bag next to the dance pads tucked away in the corner. Walking over to the stereo, he plugs in his phone, setting the small device down as a low melody starts to play. 

“I- I’m sorry I’ll just-” 

“Wait–” His voice stops your hurried feet, halting you at the exit. His familiar, light footsteps could be heard, even over the echoes and booms of the studio. It wasn’t until you could feel his presence about a foot away, when you felt the sting of tears threatening to present themselves so proudly. 

His voice is low and meek, not one you’d expect him to display after all that you two had been through. What you put him through. 

“I.. uh- I wanted to apologize. Even though we’re not.. Uhm.. together anymore, doesn’t mean that I should let my personal affairs affect the way of my teachings.” 

A somber chuckle exits your lips before you’re able to stop it. “You sound just like her..” 

His eyebrow raises, head tilting to the side. Feet inches a little closer. “Sounds like who?” 

You finally have the courage to spin around, now having your turn for a hot moment. “Nayeon. Your girlfriend.” 

His eyes widened, head shaking immediately. “W-What? N-No i’m not- Y/n I didn’t- Nayeon and I we’re just-” 

“You don’t have to explain your relationship status to me, Mister Park.”

Fuck. 

That hurt. 

Turning back on your heel, you make your way towards the exit. Before you could leave, a hand harshly grips onto your wrist, pulling you backwards further into the studio. Not having one second to oppose, he’s holding you right in front of him, keeping you in place. 

“Y/n, I don’t know how many times I have to say this. The kiss Nayeon and I did for the performance was unscripted! I told her to cut it out of the play, but she didn’t listen! It was just a kiss, in which I didn’t return.” 

You could feel the tears streaming down your reddened cheeks. Fuck. You didn’t want to cry in front of your ex like this. You’re not some weak, stupid girl who doesn’t know how to control her emotions. 

“But you did! You did kiss her back! And it’s because you still LOVE HER!” 

His voice over powers yours one last time, having even the music halt itself in his presence. “I was ACTING. I DON’T LOVE, NAYEON, I LOVE YOU, Y/N!” 

You stop struggling in his arms, and let out one sentence that shatters his heart into a million pieces. 

“And how d-do I know.. That you weren't acting.. with me..?” 

 »»————-　☁️  ————-««

D-Day. Competition. The one. 

Whatever it’s called, it’s finally come. The day where everyone gets ready in their little tutus and tiaras, pretending to have emotions they don’t feel. Pretending to be someone they’re not. 

It’s all just pretend. 

“We’ve got Seulgi, Mina, Chris, Jungkook, Yum-ni, Y/n, and Lisa.” The stage instructor tells everyone where and when they’ll go on to perform after each team and individual performance. Your eyes linger on the black curtain concealing over five-thousand people behind it. All who are waiting patiently, who paid a good sum of money to see beautiful swans and princes dance. 

With all of the makeup, hairspray, and fancy garments on, you’d felt like a princess. 

In reality, you felt like a piece of shit. 

The night before, you’d left Jimin standing in the studio, with his own thoughts, Regrets, and maybe a few mumbled sorries your way. With anything you left him with, you’d been gone with the wind. By the time you’d gotten back home to your apartment, you crashed. The sofa is doing too well of a job pulling you into a much needed slumber.

The next day.. Well, today, you’d gotten up even earlier to start preparing. Practicing your footwork on the way to the academy, slowly and carefully going over each step in the five of your routines you’d been assigned. You glance down at your pointed toes, letting out a big breath of air at the memory of Jimin’s harsh words. 

Selfish.. Lazy.. stupid.

You shake away the hindrances, stepping out onto the sidewalk. Even with as many steps and dance moves you performed while on your way to morning practice, you still couldn’t shake off the feeling you had in your gut. His words toying with your emotions.. Not to mention your own intrusive thoughts aiding in the tug back of the own confidence you barely had.

 »»————-　☁️  ————-««

“Alright, Seulgi, it's your time. Center stage, and you’ll be performing-” 

“Papillons, I know I know.” Her voice visibly annoyed the man. 

“No. They mixed up the schedule. You’ll be performing ‘Stars In The Eyes’.” Speaking of eyes, hers roll up and to the side, groaning in frustration. “Ugh, why’d they cut mine short??” 

“I’ll explain later. Go!”

The dancers backstage were allowed to admire the performer’s dances through the flat screen complimented in each dressing room. Your leg props up against the counter, bending over to slide on your white tights up. 

Glancing up towards the clocking ticking on the wall, with each passing second you could feel your nervous crawling up the back of your throat. Or… maybe that was just the absence of morning’s breakfast. 

Quickly walking over, you tap the instructor’s shoulder. He turns, fixing the headset crew members were required to wear. “Yeah, yeah what is it?” 

“Uhm.. How many minutes do I have?” 

He looks down, flipping a page over quickly before showing your name on the list. 

“You’ve got thirty minutes.” You nod. “Thanks.” You make haste in tugging your gym bag over your shoulder before making your way through the emergency exit doors. Since competition had been in your hometown, you had no reason in the academy booking any hotels or airbnbs for the dancers to stay in. On the plus as well, you had also known the auditorium like the back of your hand. Knowing all of the ins and out-

Thump.

“Shit!” You catch yourself on the asphalt, your plastic water bottle spilling for the second time this week. Stringing mumbled curses under your breath, you pick up your things quickly, heading back on your path to the break you’d been wanting. 

Opening the door quietly to a pitch-black room, you set your stuff down in the corner, opening your music app to start rehearsing once again. One foot in front of the other, as you glide across the flat carpet of the meeting room, having no care in the world of where you were, or how silly you looked. 

It had just been you, your frustration, Jimin, and the music. 

Wait- Jimin?

Your eyes peek open, stopping the routine midway to see who’d been standing in the doorway. A shy smile curls his lips, as he sets down his matching gym bag next to yours. 

“Your foot..” He starts, pulling up a chair to settle down in front of you. “Three, remember?” 

You scoff, facing your torso a different way. Having no extra energy in dealing with his shit again. 

“Crystal.” You retort, crossing your arms over your chest, stopping your little practice session. His head tilts to the side, eyebrow quirking in question. “Why’d you stop?” 

“Oh, well I don’t really like the idea of my ex watching me dance. Privately.” You watch as a little sign of a smirk crosses his expression, as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out his wallet. 

“I mean, if you want money I can-” 

“Jimin!” 

He chuckles, slipping the leather case back into place. “I thought it was ‘Mister Park’ to you?” 

“It’s ‘get out of my face so I can practice’.”

He leans his head back from your tone, sucking in a breath. “Ouch..” 

“Ouch!? That wasn’t even CLOSE to what YOU said TO ME.” 

He rises from the chair, closing the space between the two of you. “I know, Y/n.. and I was out of line with that.. it ‘s just- you hurt me, because you were acting like you couldn’t trust me!” 

You scoff, turning away from his view. “Yeah? Go cry about it to your girlfriend.” 

His voice raises. “See!? That’s exactly what I’m talking about! You just won’t let it go, will you?!” 

Spinning back around, you had a new goal set. “Let go of the fact that my boyfriend was still in love with his ex!? Yeah, kind of a hard fact to just let go of, Jimin.” 

“For the last fucking time, Y/n! I’m in love with YOU!” 

“Y..You’re.. What?” The new voice echoes through the silenced, blackened room. The two of you turn towards the doorway, seeing the new unannounced guest in the midst of your argument. 

“N..Nayeon..” Your voice drowns. You could see the pain clearly written across her face, but she hides it with a fake, professional tone in her voice. 

“Uhm- Miss Y/n, it’s your time..” 

 »»————-　☁️  ————-««

This had to be one of the most awkward conversations you’ve ever had to have. Even worse than the one time your mom tried to explain how babies were made. 

Far.. far worse. 

Nayeon’s manicured nails tap lightly against the glass table, as she glances over between you and Jimin. Both sitting opposites of one another, a few feet away for good measure. It wasn’t until she had to break the silence, that you talk. 

“So, .. what’s the story here?” 

Your arms cross, twisting your body to face anywhere but him. He does the same. You end up facing the same direction. 

Curse him. 

“No story.” 

“Nope.” 

“Ah, well I don’t think that two people who just screamed that they loved one another, have no story, wouldn’t you agree?” 

Your eyes trail along Nayeon’s postured figure. Even down to her toes, she was all feminine and beautiful. She was the epitome of beauty. The curls in her naturally blackened locks frame her features perfectly. The rounds of her silver glasses sat effortlessly on the bridge of her nose, making her look that much more Goddess-like. 

As in the words of Olivia Rodrigo; Jealousy, Jealousy. 

She turns to face Jimin, flashing a quick, nurturing smile. The love she still blatantly had for him in her eyes, made your teeth grind with anger. Your fist clench together at the sight, watching as she places her palm onto the back of his hand. 

“Jimin-ah? Tell me what happened.” 

His eyes meet hers, as your own send daggers towards the both of them. Your heart ached silently at the sight. The gaze they both held, looked as if they’d been crafted for only each other. 

They looked like the perfect couple. 

You couldn’t stand it anymore. 

“Well, this has been a blast, Nayeon. But I’ve got to go home now.” Rising abruptly with your hand slamming onto the table, you catch both of their attention. For the last time. 

“Y/n, sweetie wait-” 

You turn around, being completely done with her ‘Miss Nicey pants’ act.

“No, you know what? I’m done listening to you, and you!” Your finger points towards Jimin. “Because you two obviously seem like the most perfect fucking couple to exist, and so just have at it! He’s all fucking, yours, Nayeon.” 

Now it’s Jimin’s turn to protest in anger. He’s quick to meet your stance, challenging you. “No, YOU know what, Y/n?? I’m so fucking sick of you thinking that you know what’s best for OTHER people! Acting like you have the final say in who I want to love! In the end, you know NOTHING. So stop acting all high and mighty, because pride, my dear, doesn’t suit you.” 

Nayeon’s eyes were blown as wide as a cartoon character. Her head whips back and forth between the two of you, until she doubles over in laughter. 

Her strange behavior catches both of yours and Jimin’s attention, glancing over to where she’d been dying uncontrollably. “What’s so funny?” 

“Y-You two! Ah- it-it’s like you’re! Ahaha- You’re a couple!” 

Jimin’s eyes widened. “We.. were..”

Nayeon straightens her posture, finishing a few little bubbles of laughter before composing herself. “Ah, you guys are something else!”

“Okay, what the actual hell is going on here.” You butt in, wondering why she wasn’t angry that you basically stole her man. 

“Y-Y/n, the only reason I wanted to ask Jimin back out on a date a while back, was to finally get the closure we needed. It wasn’t really even a date, really.” 

Your head turns to the side, glancing at Jimin, who’s had his arms crossed and a ‘told you so’ look on his face for the past few minutes. 

“But you said you wanted something to spark back up.. You wanted to try and get back together..” 

She chuckles, shaking her head. “At first.. I mean, who can resist him, honestly? He’s an amazing dancer, teacher, and an awesome friend. Who wouldn’t fall for him?” 

“Yeah, my point exactly.” You retort, not sure on where his unplanned ego boost is going. 

“But,” She continued. “I realized that.. I wasn’t ready to settle back down quite yet. I mean, I guess I’m just not that type of woman.. and- when I found out how awful Jimin had been treating you in class-” She sends him a death glare quickly. His eyes roll, landing back onto you. 

“I knew that something had been going on. And.. while the Academy might not condone it.. For reputation ideals.. I don’t really see a problem with you two being together. I mean, you’re both consenting adults and all that.” Jimin nods, concluding her speech. 

“Apparently someone else had to drill it in far enough to get past her ego.” Jimin chuckles, making you nudge his side, a little more than just a playful gesture. 

Nayeon chuckles, pointing towards the two of you. “See? I swear, now that I know the truth, you guys totally look like an old couple!” 

You pull away from Jimin, shaking your head. “Okay, if you’re saying you don’t want him, then what about the kiss?” 

“I told you. At first.. Yes, I did want him back. So I asked him out.” 

Jimin chimes in. “And I declined, Y/n.” 

“Very proudly, in fact. Well I mean..” Her eyes meet Jimin’s as he sends her a ‘don’t do it’ look. 

Yep, she does it. 

“He showed me pictures of you.” 

Your torso twists, eyes blowing wide at the information dump. “Are you crazy!? What if the Dean found out!? The other students!? How could you be so irresponsib-” 

“Y/n, Y/n! Calm down, please! I didn’t tell anyone, and I would never do that to you or Jimin! When I saw how happy you two looked in the picture.. It just- well it reminded me of how he used to look at me. And, it was never as much as that.. To him, he was probably just going to be a friend.”

“Always will.” Jimin notes, commenting to make that sentence 100% stone. 

“And nothing more, Y/n. I promise. So, I really do apologize for the kiss.. Even if we had dated previously, it was out of line for me. I’m sorry too, Jimin. I’m sorry for all of the trouble it has caused in your relationship.” Your lips part, letting out a gentle sigh. 

“But you two.. You looked so happy together. Even now, you looked like the perfect couple..” Your eyebrows knit together, a somber look brushing your features. Jimin’s eyes roll back, bringing you closer to his side. 

Nayeon lets out a chuckle, leaning against the street light post. “Are you kidding me? Do you know how many fights we had in just a three week period?” 

Jimin nods, laughing along. “Like a million.” 

Nayeon, strides closer, placing her perfectly manicured nails on your shoulder. “We were never meant to work out, Y/n. He never looked at me the way I saw him look at you..” Your head lifts, tilting up to catch Jimin’s soft gaze. 

“Never?” 

She shakes her head. “Didn’t, won’t, and will never.” 

 »»————-　☁️  ————-««

After you had to bid Nayeon a farewell, you had ended up sitting on the curb, outside of the auditorium after everyone had already emptied the seats. No car had been in sight. No noise was to be heard, other than the slight hum of mother nature and your heartbeat. 

Jimin’s lips fall a short sigh, sliding closer to your side in hopes of catching your attention, instead of you being super-focused on a very interesting rock that had just been laying out in the grass patch. 

News alert; it wasn’t interesting at all. 

“You’re a real dummy, you know that?” His comment makes your head whip to the side, catching his eyes. “Yeah? Well, you need to make yourself more clear next time.” He chuckles, raising his voice in a playful manner. 

“I tried! You were just too upset to stay and listen.” 

You scoff. “Yeah, it’s really hard to stay and listen to the person who embarrassed the absolutely FUCK out of, infront of all the students!” 

He sicks down in his spot, shamefully hanging his head low from embarrassment. 

“I..was such a dick for that, Y/n..” 

“Huge.” 

“The biggest.. Bigger than my own, ..and that’s hard to come by.” His comment earns himself a slight chuckle from your soft lips. He loved that sound. 

“J-just because I laughed doesn’t mean you’re in the clear yet.” 

He rises up, acting as if he was a kid on Christmas. “Yet? That means I still have a chance?” 

You sigh, shrugging. “ Hmm.. depends on how well you make it up to me.” 

In the split of a second, he’s hoisting you over his shoulder, lightly giving a small slap to your ass in the process. 

“I’ve got a few ideas~” You let out a soft chuckle, gently hitting his ass every time he takes a step fainting protests and quiet screams, with no meaning behind them. 

“Oh nooo.. Save meee, somebody”

His eyes roll, before he’s setting you down into the comfort of his Porsche. 

Yes, he owns a Porsche. 

“I swear, Jimin. People are going to think you’re rich or something.” 

His lips come to press against your temple, smiling onto your forehead. “Rich in love, my dear.”

“How cheesy.”  »»————-　☁️  ————-««

Only took me a day to write and guys… 0__0 I wanna make one where they have babies and stuff but like I’m trying to restrain myself and it’s harddddd

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bts x idol!gf headcanons pls!!

i’ve been loooving ur bts boyfriend headcanons so far! ur so talented

Omg thank you so much 🫶🏽 I actually enjoyed writing this. Here you go & enjoy! <3

Namjoon:

• Tries to be discreet with your dating but will accidentally leave hints like some of your merch/stuff in the background of his pics/lives.

• Paparazzi pics in museums & galleries. Definitely off guard

• Always in touch when the other is away.

• Will publicly share your music/projects. Is a big supporter

• Spotting’s in clubs. Shades on dancing the night away. Y’all are definitely the talk of the night

• You both subtly post things on your story that insinuates that you both might be dating. Same location, same background, posting pics at same event or place. Posting songs that relate to each other.

• You both definitely talk through your stories. Talking to each other through songs or silly captions etc

Jin:

• Will shut down any bad rumour about you. Very defensive when it comes to you.

• Big supporter and is at all of your shows/events cheering you on if he can.

• Goes on live wearing your merch

• Lives where both of you are cooking together and bickering with each other about who’s better or who does it right.

• Idk I can see y’all presenting together?!! And kinda teasing each other. (I see this before you start dating. And this causes speculation which kind of initiates both of you dating??)

• You both definitely post pics of each other being a mess. Off guard pics 100%

Yoongi:

• Song covers while he plays the instrumental for you on his guitar or piano

• Will stick up for you and will shut down any bad rumour about you. Very defensive when it comes to you. And if you're getting hate he's gonna make sure it's dealt with

• Very protective when out in public together. Is like your own little personal bodyguard and will hold your hand and lead you away from the paparazzi/fans

• Will go on live and call out everyone for your fan edits. Even though he acts like he doesn’t like it he blushes and secretly saves them.

• He’s caught with your picture as his lockscreen

Hobi:

• Loads of dance videos and choreographies.

• Lives where you both are just dancing and vibing in the practice room.

• Duet video dance covers that he begs you to do

• Cameos in each others MVs

• Has your merch. Has your photocard hanging on his jeans or bag for sure.

• Is spotted with your initials painted on his fingernails

• Always showing you off to the cameras with a big grin on his face. Showing your photocard, merch, his lockscreen of you, showing his nails or any jewellery with your initials on it.

• Taking selfies with your posters/adverts with a big smile on his face. Or even will do a little freestyle dance in front of it lmfao

Jimin:

• Cameos in each others projects. Him more so in yours.

• Will talk about you in his lives. Will purposely make up a comment and read it out and then go on a whole rant about you. Will get shy and then wave it off

• Duet video covers that you beg him to do

• Posting pics with the same background/location so people know you're together

• Likes every and any fan edit of you both.

• You both are always spotted on little dates like cafes, pottery painting or just casual walks

• You both wear matching jewellery that he picked out himself

• Taking selfies with your posters/adverts with a happy proud smile on his face and the most sentimental and encouraging paragraph

Taehyung:

• Cameos in each others projects/MVs

• Loads of leaked messages of y'all being messy

LFMAO.

• Loads of photo shoots from him. He loves being your personal photographer

• Will purposely like and interact with any conspiracies and speculations about you dating. (Before you both went public with your relationship)

• He will beg you to go on variety shows together. He sees it as something fun. I can see you both bickering during the recording and making fun of each other/ teasing. You both would kill it though even though you don’t take it seriously you’d probably end up doing great in the games.

• Public outing spottings. You guys are always seen out together holding hands or him with his arm around you. You guys always stop for pictures.

• You both wear matching jewellery to symbolise your relationship

• Y’all are always caught kissing in public. So many pictures have been leaked

Jungkook:

• Paparazzi pics of your date nights. Holding hands and running away from the paparazzi/fans as a game

• Very sneaky and lowkey. Like you're known to be dating but you're very sneaky with it. Always hiding from paparazzi and not really speaking about your relationship publicly.

• But will publicly stick up for you if there's rumours going around or hate. He's shutting that shit down

• Duet cover videos that you guys randomly post that has the fans going insane

• Hot dance covers. Y’all both being sweaty having re-recorded many times due to fuck ups, teasing and getting distracted iykwim ;)

• Always FaceTiming and calling when either of you are away. You both miss each other so much and you can't go without communicating. He literally will keep on messaging you if you don't respond

• Fan edits go crazy and he eats it up every time. He’s obsessed with watching them.

• I can imagine him calling you during his promotion sketch videos. Seen giggling on the phone to you, excited to talk to you after his promotions. Sometimes you might even make a cameo in them

• You’re always seen discretely wearing his clothes

#bts #bts army #7brownsuga7request #bts headcanons #jimin headcanons #namjoon headcanons #taehyung headcanons #yoongi headcanons #jungkook headcanons #jin headcanons #Hoseok headcanons #bts x idol gf #bts x reader #bts jungkook #jin bts #suga bts #jimin bts #bts taehyung #bts hoesok #bts yoongi #bts boyfriend material #headcanon #headcanons #bts au #bts imagines #jungkook boyfriend material #jimin boyfriend material #yoongi boyfriend material #taehyung boyfriend material

[bleuside97]

That Night Was Different

paring: richclubowner!Jungkook x lonely reader

genre: one night stand au smut

summary: looking for excitement you unexpectedly found someone who gave you everything you had wished for.

warnings: smut, n*pple play, coochie eating, praising kink.

This month was no doubt one of the most difficult for you. You maintained a stable position in retail that provided you with a satisfactory income, just enough for taking care of your bills. Unfortunately, it was announced to you that due to some financial struggles, the company had to let some employees go, including you. As a strong and resilient woman, however, you refused to give up and started looking for other jobs. But no luck seemed to be on your side, and to make matters worse, your landlord raised the rent. So, overwhelmed by all the stress, you decided to head to a young upscale club called "Dionysus." in Central Seoul, South Korea. To have some drinks to forget all your worries for a while. You've been coming here everyday for a month. The same night every night.

On a cold Saturday night you were sitting alone at the bar. "Alone yet again." Y/n muttered under her breath to herself. Being an introvert for so long has had its benefits but right now you were met with the down sides. In such an uplifted environment you couldn't help but feel drained. You didn't know why but you suddenly didn't want to be there anymore. Your eyes advert to the sixth shot glass you ordered and just been placed in front of you. For a moment you only stare at the alcohol. "You'll be the death of me." You say before gulping the bitter substance down your throat. It burns your esophagus and makes a quick disgusted face before slamming it down on the rough wooden table.

Your eyes gleam with wonder as you observe the recently developed nightclub. With its large dance floor shining brightly in neon lights and illuminated by spotlights and a shimmering disco ball, the atmosphere practically oozes excitement. All around, drunken and flushed bodies move along to the beat of the thumping music; jumping and swaying in a joyous and carefree manner. You can't help but smile along with them. The vibrant, pounding sound resonates within your body, making your heart beat faster. You don't know what it is, but a sudden urge compels you to take a leap of faith and join the others on the dance floor, letting the infectious music guide your body.

The rhythm of the song shifted into a captivating, slow melody. Deliberately, you began to move with a seductive grace, allowing your hips and legs to sway freely, independent of any outside influence. Your arms glided slowly down your body, accentuating every curve. Suddenly, you could feel the presence of another body behind you. His hands lightly gripped your waist, subtly indicating his presence without interrupting your movements. In perfect synchronization, his hips matched your pace, creating an unspoken harmony. Your gaze was drawn to his muscular arms, belonging to a handsome man with an olive complexion. He pulled you closer, intensifying the connection, inviting you to feel his undeniable presence. Maintaining a steady rhythm, you bit your lip, longing for increased tension. His hands on your hips guided you as he turned you to face him.

It was like a fantasy come to life, as you gazed upon this breathtaking man. With long, black locks framing his chiseled features and captivating doe-shaped eyes, he exuded an aura of charm and allure. His tight-fitting shirt showcased his sculpted chest, the muscles beneath emphasizing his strength. Utterly captivated by him, you were unable to look away. Sensing your reaction, he smirked, radiating confidence. His right hand glided from your hip, up along your side, until it reached the nape of your neck, holding you gently but with purpose. Leaning close, he whispered in your ear, "Come with me to my table."

Before you can even consider, your involuntary movements had agreed for you. You nodded your head, following closely behind him amidst the sweltering crowd of flushed bodies on the dance floor. The sensation of being amidst the flurry of the dance floor was something you had suddenly yearned for. The anticipation of what the night would bring fueled your excitement. A magnificent gold and velvet stanchion rope stood as a barrier at the entrance of the elevated section. Swiftly, the security personnel removed the rope, granting you both access. As you stepped into the new setting, you felt a sense of liberation. The section was occupied by individuals most likely of a similar age. Their closed and self-assured expressions hinted at their elevated status. You felt out of place amidst them. Jungkook found an unoccupied seat on the lounge chair and graciously offered it to you. In a relaxed posture, he placed one arm on the headrest of the couch while the other remained nestled in the space between his spread legs.

You settled down beside him, avoiding eye contact. In fact, you instinctively stiffened your posture on the couch as you sensed his piercing gaze. There was a slight eerie silence between you. "May I get you a drink, my dear?" he smoothly inquired, his gaze filled with thoughtfulness. "Pleasure meeting you I'm Jeon Jungkook." He removes his hand from between his hand and offers it to you. You take it. "Y/n." You say with a charming smile. "Y/n..." He holds your hand and kisses the back of your hand. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." The intensity in his eyes was undeniable. "I see something exceptional in you," he replied in a suave, charismatic tone. "To the extent that I believe you are the most stunning being I have laid eyes on in a considerable time." "Don't I feel like a rare gem amongst the ordinary?" you chuckled, amused by your own remark. "How do you justify deeming me special?" He smirked and playfully winked at you. "You are more than just a rare gem, my dear. You are the brightest star illuminating the entire night sky; your radiance is so captivating that it becomes impossible to look away. You are a true masterpiece."

Unimpressed you chucked, "Is this how you're gonna win me over?" Y/n scoffed shaking his head at the lame small talk. He smiles confidently in response. "I'm going to treat you to every wish of yours and to everything you could ever want. I want to show you the time of your life." He gives you another confident smirk. So you're a genie?" You sarcastically asked.

He chuckles confidently, not deterred by your sarcastic tone. "If I am, what wish would you make if I could grant it?" He asks as he leans forward slightly, his eyes twinkling with interest. She backs up a bit at his closer contact but remains quiet. "Oh come on, love," he says mischievously, giving your arm a squeeze. "Let me win you over." He smiles at you. "I know you like me already. So let me prove to you that I'm serious." "Oh. Such rumors don't exist." You turn looking away. He chuckles. "Oh you don't?" Jungkook asks with a sly smirk. "I know you're playing hard to get." His demeanor becomes confident once more. "You're playing this little game of cat and mouse as if I don't know exactly what you're trying to do." He gives you a playful wink to show that he knows you're playing along with him. "Let me be your man i know I can treat you like a princess. Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you." She gets up all close and personal to his beautiful face, "You know what I want." He looks at her with a mystery to her answer. "A night where I can have blissful fun and forget about my life, just for one night. I wish for the best night of my life."

He looked at her with a sad expression for a moment, a pause before answering. "I've been watching you for a while, y/n, I watch you come into my club every night for the past month. At the same time every night. I don't want you alone in your hard times." You stopped talking and just listened to him. He twists lip ring before continuing, "I'll give you an offer." You immediately shake your head. "Oh I'm not like that. No Thank you, sir."

You get up to leave but he pulls you back down. "Before I can tell you, Let me give me your wish, y/n." Y/n thinks for a moment. Wondering if this is the right thing to do? Who knows what she is getting herself into. Jungkook smirks at the kiss that you place on his hand. "I told you I'd make you feel something," he purrs. "This is just the beginning, love; I plan to show you many nights like these." He gives you a flirtatious wink and holds you closely against him. "Follow me," he says as he leans in close before pulling away. He motions with his hands to follow him and begins to walk out the door, motioning for you to follow him with his hand. Jungkook leads you from the bar and into what appears to be a private suit in his club guarded by security his best men. Before coming to a halt. The security grants him and you access. He unlocks the door with a key. Opening it to a grand suite. You are awfully impressed. "Close your eyes," he commands. "Trust me. You'll love what I have in store for you."

You close your eyes with hands unsure of this was safe. He doesn't waste time before he's kissing you sensually, licking your bottom lip asking for entrance. You open your mouth his tongue swirls around yours and fights for dominance as you let him have it. Spending some time making out, getting to know each other with your mouths he begins to kiss down your neck leaving open mouth kisses down your neck behind your ears occasionally nipping at it. He rips your dress and your bra and attacks your left boob. Sucking on your nipple and palming the other one in his other hand. “Hmm? You like this don't you?" His tongue begins to swirl around the nipple. You bite your lip and you have to force your eyes to look at the ceiling. Jungkook’s inked hand reaches down your lower back. His subtle touches leave a trail of shivers, until his pads brush over the slope of your ass. He squeezes your cheek, firm fingers kneading into your skin.

Leaving you breathless Jungkook's hand graze the sides of your body. As you continue kissing, Jungkook’s hands creep bare body up your thighs until your panties are revealed. His hands press further toward your inner thighs, and you gasp into the kiss when his thumb pushes against the seat of your underwear.They have been damp for a while now and you know he knows this, so you aren’t surprised when he breaks the kiss to smirk. With hon many times you see him smirk tonight it makes you want to punch him. "All for me?" He chuckles before removing your panties. He pushes you to the nearest wall and begins playing with your pussy. He spreads your wetness with his finger. Your hand on Jungkook's shoulder squeezing it when he brushes past your clit. His finger dwells there, putting pressure on your swollen clit. Then Jungkook’s hand is reaching for you again. He brushes a finger over your hole, and your body twitches from the sensitivity. He slides that finger through the wetness and then uses the lubrication to push only the tip of his finger in. he dips it in and out, teasing the nerves at your entrance. Your hips impulsively start to rock, a shaky whimper rolls past your mouth.

Then quickly transitions to his tongue is on your pussy. Using both his spread your cheeks open for better access. His tongue dives between your folds, inciting breathless whimpers from you. His head nudges your entrance. You inhale sharply ready for him inside you. He pulls out his cock out of pants and sdjust the tip to your entrance. Brushing the tip against your quivering hole. Jungkook pushes his cock inside "You can take it.” Jungkook’s hand finds your tit, firmly palming the smooth flesh. “You’re gonna take my cock like the good girl you are, right?” You only cry out in pleasure. He continues to thrusts deeply in you. “Damn, you feel so fucking amazing,” he grunts, a harshness surrounds his tone. Jungkook loses himself. He finds his rhythm and thrusts inside your pussy with sharp motions. “So fucking pretty.” A hand travels over your ass to your spine and back. “The prettiest girl,” he rasps. A smack on your butt was given. The pain leaving your walls clenching around his thick cock. He grops your breasts as you both reach your climax. Collapsing in your shoulder. He whimpers in your ear.

a/n: alot of mistakes and im not sure if i like it too much so i will be editing it alot tmrw but enjoy fkr now

#bts angst #bts army #romance #yandere bts #bts reaction #jungkook angst #boyfriend jungkook #bts fluff #bts imagines #bts smut #jungkook smut #jimin smut #taekook #bts oneshot #jungkook oneshot #jungkook x reader #bts au #jeon jungkook #namjoon smut #bts icons

[7waystreet]

fitting room | jikook

synopsis —  when the naughty employee catches you and your bf getting touchy in the fitting room, he won’t let you get out of trouble so easily

genre — fluff; smut

warnings — 18+ language and sexual content, oral sex (male receiving)

word count — 1.6k

"Soooo (y/n), where should we go first? Prada, Chanel, or Gucci?"

"Awww but you know I don't need that expensive stuff."

"Babyyy, it's for your birthday though! My girl deserves the best."

After finishing an extravagant dinner at a nearby restaurant, you've somehow ended up at the mall with Jimin for an impromptu shopping trip. Your birthday's in a few days and you have a feeling Jimin's definitely planned a surprise party for you and bought plenty of presents already, but being the adoring boyfriend he is, he always goes an extra mile and treats you well.

Jimin clings around your waist from the back and waddles while stumbling over your heels as you both continue walking past the fancy stores in the mall. He giggles and refuses to let go, instead pressing a kiss in the nook of your neck, instantly sending a shiver down your spine.

"Hey watch it! We're in public!" you remind him in a whisper, your cheeks burning red when a few people turn their heads in your direction.

"I'll kiss you all I want" he complains in a big pout, giving you more pecks as you both giggle together from the way he loves showing you off.

The announcement on the loudspeaker reminds you the mall will be closing in just about 30 mins, and since it's pretty late, you and Jimin both enter the nearby Chanel and quickly start browsing the clothes section.

"How does this look?" you ask for your boyfriend's opinion, holding up a soft baby pink sweater against your chest.

"Super cute!" he flashes you a smile that you think is way cuter than the sweater you're holding. "How about you pick out a few more things and try them on in the fitting room? I'm gonna look at some perfumes and select one for you. I'll be right back."

Jimin pinches your cheeks and gives you a big smooch on the lips before he walks away towards the fragrance section. You then browse through the selection, choosing some clothes you like, finally going for the fitting rooms in the back where you see a young boy standing right outside. As you get closer though, you realize he's actually an employee.

"Hi ma'am, you can enter here and use the 3rd room on your right" he sweetly says, his thin lips spreading into a warm smile as he greets you.

The boy is tall with a cute round face and silky black hair that swoops across his forehead, almost poking into his big bambi eyes. You can't help but smile at his innocence, your eyes dropping to the name tag on his shirt that says Jeon Jungkook.

"Thanks!" you appreciatively nod at him before walking inside.

The lights are dimmer here than the store itself, a fancy glass chandelier hanging in the common area outside the 10 individual fitting rooms, each one with a velvety black curtain to block your view while you're changing. A couple of the rooms are occupied as their curtains are closed and you hear people moving around.

As you're trying on your shirts and mindlessly staring at your body in the mirror, your heart drops to the floor when you suddenly feel someone jump inside your fitting room past the curtain and firmly hold their palm against your mouth to stop you from screaming.

"Shhh it's just me" Jimin quickly whispers in your ear to calm down your heaving chest.

"Geez, you scared the shit out of me!" you gasp out in panic once he slowly lifts his palm off of your mouth.

"Sorry baby, I hurried in because I sneaked past that employee out there" Jimin cheekily grins, his hands already starting to feel around your bare tummy that's peeking from underneath your cropped shirt.

You're both staring at your reflections together in the mirror, with Jimin's chin resting on your shoulder from behind as his arms cuddle your waist and hand smoothly slides up inside your shirt.

"Damn, you look so hot" Jimin whispers, kissing your earlobe as his hand fondles your breasts, fully turning you on in a flip of a switch. He's just so effortlessly sexy, you catch yourself thinking, as he always gets you feeling horny in no time.

You swiftly turn around and push Jimin down on the comfy chair that's right across from the mirror in the fitting room, your pile of clothes on it getting smushed as he falls back into it. Slightly in shock from your sudden move, a smirk creeps up on Jimin's face as he sees you getting down on your knees in front of him, fully knowing what's about to be happening next. His hands have been all over you tonight, no doubt tempting you to want more of him, and he's finally won.

"Oooof" Jimin sighs while your fingers unbutton his jeans and pull them down to pool around his ankles, the outline of his length completely visible through his boxers as your start massaging it and getting him even harder. All you want is to taste him now.

The sight is unbelievable. Jimin sits there like a king on his throne while you pull his boxers down, revealing his throbbing cock that's simply inviting your mouth onto it. His smooth blonde hair falls in his eyes as he looks down at you, but he combs his fingers through it to push it back, his silver dangly earrings swaying by the motion. He looks cute in his white hoodie but the glimmer in his eyes is so hot and intimidating as he licks his lips with his tongue, giving you a nod to let you know you can proceed with the dirty plan you have in mind.

You lick a strip over Jimin's cock, a grunt of pleasure escaping his mouth as your lips wrap around his head and your tongue teases his tip. You take his hardened length in while stroking the part that can't fit in your mouth, slowly getting in a rhythm where you start sucking his cock while picking up the pace of your pumping. Jimin's eyes shut close, his expression now shifting to one that looks like he's in heaven from the way you're making him feel good.

"Fuck yeah, just like that" he moans, now biting onto his bottom lip as you continue bobbing your head on his length, getting it slippery with your spit, which makes the strokes even smoother.

Your panties are starting to feel wet from how hot all of this is and seeing Jimin so turned on by it. Spontaneously sucking him off in the middle of Chanel's fitting room is just what you needed to start off an exciting birthday weekend. But just then, the curtain to your dressing room abruptly gets swiped open by someone, your eyes growing wide in fear as they lock in with the same young employee who'd greeted you earlier.

"Oh- uh- I'm- I'm sorry. I thought the room was empty. I was just making sure before we close the store" Jungkook speaks in a flustered state at the sudden sight of your mouth still full of Jimin's cock, but he quickly gathers himself when he realizes the situation, and now keeps staring you down.

"Whoa kid, don't you know how to knock?!" Jimin scolds the boy out of embarrassment as you pop his length out of your mouth, your eyes still piercing Jungkook's.

"Sir, I'm gonna have to report you both to security for indecent exposure and performing sexual acts in a public place."

The sweet voice is gone within a flash as Jungkook shifts his gaze to Jimin, glares at him like he's taking revenge for being yelled at. A sharp pain beings to fill your chest at the thought of being arrested by the cops, Jimin appearing terribly nervous too when you look up at him.

"Hey... Jungkook, right? Look, we're really sorry... Could you please just let us go? We promise never to cause any trouble here again."

The doe eyes turn back to you, the emotion within them becoming softer at once after hearing your plea. The same warm smile appears on his face, but his eyes hold no innocence this time, a devilish glint sparking through instead.

"What will I get in return though? If I let you go?"

"How- how about I let you watch while we finish?"

Jimin turns pale and looks utterly shocked at your bold suggestion, but you shoot him a would you rather get arrested look, so he shakily nods his head in approval to your plan. It sounds like a good idea to you, at least in the moment, your heart desperately hoping that the twisted employee would agree to your wild proposal.

"Deal. But you have to keep looking at me while you suck him."

Jimin's jaw clenches in anger at Jungkook's words, the mischievous look in Jungkook's eyes dazzling even brighter now as you look away from Jimin and peer into his eyes instead. Your hand strokes Jimin's length a few times before putting his cock back in your mouth, continuing to suck him off while your eyes are completely fixed on Jungkook. As wrong as this feels, you can't deny the thrill that's starting to take over your heart.

You can tell Jimin's trying to forget the fact that the other boy is standing there watching you, instead just focusing on the amazing feeling your mouth is giving him. Your throat tightens up around his length as you take him in deeper, eyes still on Jungkook as you feel Jimin's thighs starting to clench while you choke on his cock.

Jimin lets out a loud sigh when he cums straight into your mouth, the warm flood of his juice hitting the back of your throat before you swallow it all up, a smirk now clearly visible on Jungkook's face as he observes you sucking Jimin fully dry.

"Should've just sucked me instead" Jungkook's lips graze against your ear when you stand up and fix your disheveled hair, right before Jimin grabs your wrist and storms you out of the fitting room.

The ones with the innocent face really seem to be the freakiest ones.

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[jungk0oksthighs]

Over The Odds | Family

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - smut, angst, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 3.2k

Blood doesn't always define a family

warnings: swearing, mentions of violence, toxic family relationships, mentions of infidelity

“I still don’t think confronting her is a good idea,” Jimin holds you back from the front door to your parents house with a firm grip, having just driven you here after an hour of you nagging him. “She’s not going to tell you why she did it, it’s Ruth after all.”

“I don’t care,” You admit with a small frown and shake of your head, “I need to speak to her either way, I’d rather do it before she’s got a big glass window or bars to hide behind.”

It’s no secret that your sister is going to end up in prison for breaking into Jungkook’s apartment and stealing his video camera – she may not be the individual who leaked the video but she is the one to blame for your public demise. You’re uncertain how you feel about that fact right now, you know sooner or later Jungkook will want to go to the police and he has every right to – but she’s still your sister. Your sister who did something so cruel to you, so sickeningly twisted that has costed you so much. All you need to know is why, but as Jimin looks at you with an apologetic expression you come to realise he’s right. She’ll never tell you why.

“Isn’t that Jungkook’s car?” Jimin is looking over your shoulder in the direction of the driveway with pinched brows, you hear the infamous Mercedes before you follow his gaze and see it.

“Oh my god.” You gasp upon seeing your boyfriend slip out of the drivers seat with a bruised face, somewhat dishevelled and eyes burning with rage when he closes the door after him. “What happened?!” You run up to his side, Ruth completely forgotten about, the only thing you can focus on is one particularly painful looking bruise shadowing his sharp jawline.

“What are you doing here?” His features don’t soften when he sees you like the usually do, he’s adjusting his belt as he speaks.

“What happened to you?” You deflect, gently cupping the injured side of his face, “How did you even know I was here?”

Jungkook doesn’t bat your hand away, he lets you soothingly trace small patterns onto the skin despite the fact is clearly hurts, “I didn’t, I came here to speak to your parents.” There’s a flash of guilt behind his eyes, it’s brief and barely noticeable but you don’t miss it.

“What happened Kook?”

To this he sighs, watching your best friend make his way from the front door to where you stand, “I went to see Namjoon.”

“Namjoon did that?!” Jimin’s voice is loud enough to startle you, his usually small eyes are wide with shock when you glance his way, “I hope he looks way worse.”

“He does.” Jungkook smirks knowingly, you catch a glimpse of his bloody knuckles and you immediately feel nauseous.

“Why would you go see Namjoon and fight with him? Why would you do something so reckless?” You’re frowning in disbelief, as much as Joon deserves to be taken down a peg or two you can’t imagine him getting violent – or Jungkook for that matter, something really bad must’ve happened or been said.

“The same reason you’re standing out here right now.”

“Jungkook…”

“I’m on that video just as much as you are,” He reminds you, cupping your cheeks carefully, “And I almost lost you because of what they did, that's not something I'm gonna forget.” There’s pain behind his stare, real gut-wrenching pain that makes your heart sink. He's right.

“Not that I’m taking sides,” Jimin awkwardly clears his throat, winning your boyfriend to let go of your face, “But Jungkook isn’t the bad guy here Y/N. He only did what any man would do, I hate to say it but Joon had it coming if he gave Jennie your door key.”

“Actually,” It’s Jungkook’s turn to feel awkward, unsure of how much he should tell you, he doesn't want to add to your problems right now, “He gave your key to Ruth one night… She must’ve given it to Jennie.”

“Namjoon and Ruth don’t even like each other,” You scoff, equal parts amused and confused, “I didn’t realise they kept in contact after we broke up. That’s weird.”

Jimin seems to catch on before you do, an exasperated sigh escapes him before he can catch it. You turn to him and he looks something that can only be described as empathetic and angry at all once. The winds picked up now, you feel the cold a little more as Jungkook tucks his lip between his white teeth nervously, you get the feeling you’re missing something much bigger.

“What?” You gaze up at Kook expectantly, unsure of what’s going on.

He scratches the back of his head, he looks nervous, “I think Namjoon…is sleeping with your sister.”

“WHAT?!” You’re much louder than you anticipated, your voice piercing the otherwise quiet surroundings. It’s at this moment you turn back to Jimin with animatedly round eyes, but a second later you look past him to your parents’ front door step where your eyes meet Ruth’s.

Nothing but adrenaline and blind rage fuels your long steps as you furiously make your way over to her, wanting to wipe that smug smile she’s giving you clean off her face. Neither man stops you, they don’t hold you back like you worried they might. It all happens so fast that it becomes a frenzied blur, but you’re pinning her up against the door by her red blazer with the sound of your own pulse flooding your ears when she finally speaks.

“Let me go.” She rolls her eyes, unphased.

“Did you sleep with Namjoon?” You don't stutter, your tone oozing with threats that you’re seconds away from delivering.

“Well good for him,” She smiles over-enthusiastically, “He finally told you the real reason he left. I didn’t think he had it in him, fair play.”

Your grip loosens and you take a step back, almost tripping on a nearby plant pot on the ground, “What?” You don’t know what you expected her to say but it certainly wasn’t this.

“That’s why you’re here right?” She chuckles, waving flirtatiously at the two men who stand in the driveway, “Come to beat me up for sleeping with Joon two years ago. In front of your new man none the less, shameless much?"

“You…” You know what you want to say, you can feel the insults burning to tear from your throat and into her face but you can’t. As if your day couldn’t get any worse, not only is she responsible for the leak of the video, but she’s the reason Joon left you and the country. He cheated on you with your own sister. You’re feeling a disarray of emotions as you stare her down: betrayal, sadness, confusion, anger.

“Spit it out Y/N.”

“You…BITCH!” You shriek, loud enough for Jungkook to rush to your side but it’s too late, you’ve slapped her so hard that your right palm stings and she falls to the ground. You didn’t realise how strong you were, for a split second you feel guilty when she winces in pain but then you remember what she’s done. Everything she’s done.

“What did I ever do to you?! Hm?!” You’re shaking with wrath, looking down at your pathetic excuse of a sister as you continue to spit venom in her direction with a heaving chest, “Why do you hate me so much?! All my life I’ve had to live in your shadow, you can’t stand the idea of someone else getting more attention than you! You’re fucking insane! We're supposed to be family, does that mean anything to you?!"

At this Ruth stands up, tonguing her aching cheek, “You’ve had to live in my shadow?” She repeats bitterly, “Nothing I ever did was good enough after you came along! Nothing! Mum and dad sheltered you from everything! You live in this perfect fucking fairy tale land where—”

“Perfect?! I’m homeless, I’m unemployed, just found out my ex-boyfriend cheated on me with my sister,” You scoff, ignoring the twists and turns inside your stomach, jumping slightly when Jungkook’s hand finds the small of your back, “All it takes is one Google search of my name to realise my life isn’t perfect Ruth.”

“Right,” A wicked smile plasters her face, “You’ve got your boyfriend here to thank for that, or should I say your sugar daddy, which do you prefer to go by these days?”

“Oh fuck off,” You grimace, disgusted by her behaviour, “You know full well he had nothing to do with the leak.”

“How can you be so sure?” Ruth crosses her arms over her chest, pushing up the swell of her breasts in a very obvious way, "What makes you think he's so perfect?"

“Because I’ve seen the CCTV footage of who did.” You bite, your blood boiling.

“CCTV?”

Jungkook chuckles lowly from your side before his profile turns serious, “Where’s my video camera Ruth?”

Silence ensues. Ruth is gawking at him dumbfounded, acting as though she has no idea what he’s referring to but for a fleeting moment she looks scared. The three of you are standing on your parents porch, the air is thick with emotions but you don't fold, no, you're done crying over this. It’s not long before you hear the unmistakable sound of sirens as two police cars come speeding down your parents’ street, how on earth your parents haven’t heard the commotion out here you have no idea.

“Hope you’ve got one hell of an attorney,” Jungkook breaks the silence as two tall policemen approach the house, they briefly speak to Jimin before glancing in your direction, “And I prefer to go by Y/N’s boyfriend, or your ex employer – whichever works for you.”

“You can’t fire me for fucking Namjoon, and I don’t know anything about your fucking camera, calm down Mr Money Bags,” She scoffs, pointing at the two officers who are currently approaching, “Are you happy Y/N? The neighbours must’ve seen your little outburst and called the police. I'm embarrassed to be your sister.”

"No, I'm the one who's embarrassed." You bark.

“Actually I called them.” Jimin cuts her off with confidence, surprising you, “Before things got out of hand.”

“You did?” You whisper, briefly glancing at his face.

He nods once, and within a matter of ten minutes Ruth is arrested on the suspicion of breaking and entering Jungkook’s apartment building and distributing pornographic material without consent. Jungkook wraps a strong arm around your middle, holding on to your waist as the three of you watch your sister be taken away for her crimes. You’re not sure why you’re crying but you are, this is the same porch she used to plait your hair on many many years ago and now she’s nothing but a stranger to you. You don't know her at all. After a couple of knocks on your parents’ front door you realise that they’re not home, which in it’s own way is probably a blessing in disguise.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. Do you-,” Jimin shifts awkwardly in place before throwing his arms around your frame, mumbling in your ear, “Are you coming home tonight or staying at Jungkook’s?”

You want to spend time with them both, but realistically there’s not enough room at home for Jungkook to come too, “Uh-, can we all do something instead? I wanna be with you both right now.”

Jimin nods, “Of course, I can take the sofa and you guys can have the bed—”

“Or we can all go to my place.” Jungkook offers you a warm smile from over Jimin’s shoulder, he looks equal parts relieved and apologetic, “I have a few guest rooms, I can invite Taehyung too if you want, we can order food, have a drink, watch a movie, anything you want Y/N.”

“Okay…” You sniffle, clinging onto your bestie for dear life, it's been such a long day you realise you could do with the distraction, “Why don’t you invite your boyfriend?”

Jimin lolls his head back with a throaty laugh, “Fine. I’ll invite him, if that’s okay with Jungkook.”

“It is!” You finally smile for the first time in what feels like forever, “He won’t mind, you don’t mind right?” You’re looking at your boyfriend with hopeful eyes, watching his chest deflate with a loving sigh of defeat, not that he would’ve objected anyway.

“Of course it is, come on lets go.”

You peel yourself back and eagerly await Jimin’s response, he’s shaking his head chuckling to himself when he digs his hands into his jean pockets walking to his car, “Ah-, this is so awkward.”

“It’s Taehyung isn’t it?” You’re grinning, clasping your hands together with excitement with a certain spring in your step, “Is your secret boyfriend Taehyung?”

“Nope, I already told you.” He opens his car door, “Are you coming with me or—”

“You’re killing me just tell me who your boyfriend is already!”

“I need to give his name to reception so he can come up to my apartment anyways.” Jungkook proves he is always on your side, knowingly wiggling his brows at you with a smirk.

“Not a problem, he already has access to your building.” Jimin mocks with a silly face, disappearing into his car, “Are you coming with me or Jungkook?” He shouts through the barely open window.

You glance at Jungkook with a small shrug of your shoulders.

“Go,” He insists, nodding in the direction of your best friend’s car, he knows you need him right now and he’s not going to get between that, “I’ll pick up Taehyung, I’ll see you soon.”

“Thank you.” You say quietly, secretly thanking him for much more than tonight. He and Jimin are your rocks, you wouldn’t have survived the last few months without either of them.

“I love you.” He winks, opening his car door.

“I love you too.”

When you finally get to Jungkook’s penthouse apartment you’re greeted with him and Taehyung sitting in the now clean living area, your chest swells at the way Kook’s currently frowning as he tries to figure out some weird finger electric shock game Taehyung has brought with him. Maybe now that Ruth has been arrested you can get on with the rest of your life and enjoy small moments like this. All that’s left is to tell your parents, your stomach drops at the mere thought. Jimin nudges your side with his elbow, pulling you from your day dream.

“You okay? It’s been a long day we don't have to do this yknow.”

“I will be, I have everybody I care about right here.” You give him a coy smile, “Apart from my parents… It’s gonna kill them when they find out what she’s done—”

“Y/N we can go back home and cry it out over a pizza if that’s what you need to do.. Say the word and we'll go.” It’s times like this when you realise that your best friend is just that, your best friend.

“No, I want to spend tonight with everybody, it'll be good to keep my mind off things.” You nod, somewhat reassuring yourself, waving at the other men who have just noticed your presence. “Including your mystery boyfriend, where is he?”

“Right here.” Jimin points behind you, to the golden elevator with a huge grin that melts your heart, he deserves all the happiness in the world. You follow his gaze, a small gasp escaping you when your eyes land on a familiar face.

“Yoongi!” You’re smiling so wide that your cheeks could rip, Jimin’s mystery boyfriend is Yoongi!

“Hey Y/N.” Hey says politely, walking past you to greet his boyfriend with a small hug, “Hey you.” He grabs Jimin and you immediately look away when the pair start kissing.

“Okay, I’m just-,” You nod, shuffling yourself further into the room until you’re sitting between Jungkook and Taehyung on the sofa. “Kinda third wheeling over there so I thought I’d join you guys. Thank you for having everybody over Jungkook.”

"No need to thank me, things have been so crazy recently that I think we all need a night away from everything."

“You’ll be third wheeling over here too,” Taehyung chuckles light-heartedly, but you don’t miss the bitterness in his gaze as it flickers to the back of Yoongi’s head, “Me and Guk have a lot to discuss about what’s gonna happen—”

“Not tonight.” Jungkook shakes his head, lacing his fingers with yours, “It’s been a long day, I need a beer and some food, what do you want baby?” He squeezes your hand, humming contently when you drop your head to his broad shoulder.

And so you spend the rest of the night drinking beer and eating takeout, laughing hysterically while you all play a series of games. Turns out you and Jungkook are the undefeated champions of charades, both of you too competitive to consider letting anyone else win. Yoongi is lovely, you decide, he treats Jimin well and you're beyond happy for the pair.

So your sister slept with Namjoon and that’s why he left, and she gave Jennie the key to your apartment, and she couldn’t care any less about you even if she tried. It’s no wonder Jungkook ended up beating the shit out of Namjoon earlier, and giving what you know now you can’t say he didn’t deserve it.

It takes a while to get Ruth out of your thoughts but eventually you do, you're thankful that nobody mentions her or any other recent event. Save for Taehyung who's shocked that Jungkook got himself into an actual fist fight, he tells you stories of his childhood best friend who used to be scared of his own shadow. Things have changed, that's for sure.

But tonight none of that matters, as drinks continue to flow and stories are shared amongst your group you realise that these are your people, your loved ones, and the only family you need.

x

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[cookiesuga55]

Vmin mutual gaining boyfriends

All you can eat Buffet dates every Tuesday night (half price)! Jimin and Taehyung have been going for months now, it's their favorite weekly date and favorite way to make sure the other is eating well.

Cheese cake and tiramisu and buttery rolls and roasted ham and so much delicious, fattening, heavy meals!

It leaves Jimin and Taehyung both in a food coma with their big bellies pushed out so happy to be filled to the brim.

Jimin always startes at desserts while Taehyung goes for the mains first. One tummy gets filled up with cake and pie and cream, making Jimin bloated and whiny as he brings another bite of coconut-cream pie to his lips. While Taehyung gets fat on fried cheese sticks and buttery steak and mashed potatoes, making his gut push out up top before it can settle in.

They graze for as long as they can. Sharing bites of food and getting fatter together. They arrive when it opens and literally stay as long as they're allowed to so they can fill any extra space as their stuffings settle in.

Taehyung makes sure that they dress appropriately for their weekly date. They wear special clothes to the buffet that stretch with them. Jimin popped a button one time and Taehyung was SO into it, groping Jimin's tubby belly under the table, but the poor piggy was so embarrassed that his tummy was out for everyone to see (even though no one noticed or cared), that now they have special clothes that are stretchy. Almost like athletic clothes- stretchy sweatpants with gentle waistbands to allow their bellies to grow, and soft athletic shirts that start baggy and then hug their curves by the end of their date. Taehyung wouldn't mind at all if he popped his own button every damn week, but he doesn't want Jimin uncomfortable in public. Instead they save all of the button popping for at home when they can BOTH enjoy it like it's a drug.

#buffet au #jimin x taehyung #bts feederism #Fat boyfriends getting fatter <3

[yakuly]

Amortentia | J.JK³

Jeon Jungkook grifinório! x leitora sonserina.

Palavras: 1.329

Sinopse: Em teoria, um grifinório e uma sonserina não poderiam acontecer, mas desde o primeiro dia em que chegaram no castelo, Jean não tira seus olhos de uma sonserina. Mas o moreno logo descobrirá que cobras são mestres em se esgueirar para longe dos holofotes.

Avisos: Nenhum 😊

N/A: Esse é o último do J.k, então rezemos para Deus do criatividade nos ajudar com os próximos, amém? Amém!

J.JK¹ | J.JK² | J.JK³

🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮

"Professor, acho que seria interessante pra sala se Jungkook e Sn cheirassem" o loiro diz, fazendo com que a sonserina o encarasse com pior ódio. Se olhares matassem, o de S/n definitivamente seria um Avada Kedrava.

"Fofocas não me interessam, mas já que temos dois nomes, Sr. Jeon e Senhorita S/S, por favor, venham" Dessa vez  a garota não conseguiu controlar sua feição de desgosto, quando Jeon saiu de seu lado, e tomou o lugar do professor.

"O que sente, Sr. Jeon?" O mais velho pergunta, e os olhos de jabuticaba do rapaz a encaram intensamente a morena que infelizmente ficou bem a sua frente "Livros, café, madeira e cereja ." Um silêncio mortal se ascentou na sala, e Sn não conseguia parar de o encarar. Aquele não poderia ser o seu cheiro... Os livros café e madeira são completamente justificáveis, e bem, talvez ele gostasse muito de cereja.

"Senhorita S/s, por favor, venha" Snape a chama, e colocando um sorriso educado e trocando de lugar com o grifinório.

Conforme se aproximava o cheiro já familiar, se aflorava, mas mesmo assim, ela resolveu se inclinar sob o caldeirão e dramaticamente inala o perfume.

"E a senhorita, o que sente?" O professor pergunta, fazendo seu coração acelerar, e voltar a sua posição normal, antes de responder, também olhando para Jeon, que parecia incrivelmente nervoso.

"Professor Snape" a voz de Dumbledore soa na sala quieta, e silenciosamente a garota solta o ar que não sabia que soltava. "Preciso que libere nossas queridos alunos mais cedo..." O tom do diretor indicava que tinha alguma coisa muito séria acontecendo , mas no momento isso não importava.

    Então livres do professor, a classe toda pega seus pertences saindo em um alto burburinho de vozes, os Fazendo Soar como um caldeirão efervescente. Estavam falando sobre o que acabou de acontecer? Sobre Dumbledore? Jeon realmente sentiu seu perfume? S/n não sabia, mas também não pretendia ficar para descobrir. Rapidamente o garoto pegou suas coisase saiu do sala, que já começava a licar pequena sobre ela.

   Enquanto caminhava, torcia para que Jean não estivesse atrás delo, enquanto tentava entender: A) Por quê seu coração batia tão forte e rápido; B) Por quê se incomodava tanto com Jungkook, sua presença, suas piadas, sua beleza, seu cheiro...; e é Claro C) Por quê raios ela sentiu o cheiro dele no Amortentia?

Quando enfim chegou à biblioteca Sentiu -se relaxar um tanto, afinal poderia tentar se entender. Porém antes de conseguir chegar em uma mesa qualquer, seu corpo sofre com forte sobressalto, e tudo que consegue fazer é fechar os olhos, e soltar um gritinho de surpresa.

Os abrindo novamente, S/n vê Jeon Jungkook, o corpo grande e musculoso à sua frente, uma feição de urgência, com as sobrancelhas juntas, e seus olhos castanhos o olhando pedinte.

"Cobrinha..." sua voz era baixa, tanto pelo local quanto pela proximidade, e ele tinha aquela mesma cara de sofrido da primeira vez que viu sua pilha de livros "vamos conversar"

"Sobre o que, Jeon?" Ela tentou manter sua mesma cara de sempre, enquanto procurava um modo de escapar, quando o rapaz apoiou uma de suas mãos na prateleira, bem a altura de sua cabeça, conseguindo a prender. Pelo menos foi isso que pensou, esqueiramdo-se rapidamente como uma cobra, a sonserina vai dali, e passa a caminhar como e se estivesse em busca de algum livro, qualquer um.

"É sério?" Ele estava praticamente balbuciando atrás da garota. "Eu falei pra sala inteira que senti seu cheiro, no amortentia e você vai falar nada?"

Suspirando, a garota decide agir de modo que sabe que irá afastar, assim sendo, como alguém esnobe e sem apresso algum ao rapaz, s/n se vira pra ele, e com um sorriso falso barra educado diz, coma mão no altura do peito, para efeito dramático "sinto muito", mas isso só faz com que Jungkook apenas gruna. Suspirando ele continua atrás da menor, que continuava a fingir que não encontrava um exemplar específico.

"Sn, espera!" Ele a segurou pelo pulso, e teve que pensar rápido. Se teve algo que percebeu sobre a garota, é que S/n é tão competitiva quanto ele, e ele tinha que trazer esse lado dela à tona. Suspirando o moreno finge mudar de ideia, e mostra suas mãos em sinal de paz, "tudo bem, já entendi, não precisa admitir." Jeon observa uma das sobrancelhas da garota se erguer, e ele se vira para voltar para seus pertences, sorri convencido, mas ele mal consegue dar um passo sem sentir a garota o agarrar os braços.

"Desculpa, admitir? Admitir o quê, Jeon?" Foi a vez então do rapaz olhar distraído para as lombadas dos livros.

"Você sabe, que está caidinha por mim..." O rapaz aperta a ponte do nariz, em uma excelente encenação, o que começou de fato, a irritar. "Tudo bem cobrinha, seu segredo está seguro comigo."

"O que te faz pensar, que tenho uma quedinha por você?" A sonserina então cruza os braços, e o moreno sabia que só precisava a apertar mais um pouquinho.

"Achei que uma sonserina tão inteligente como você, soubesse" o sorriso de Jeon era irritante, Sn não acreditava que aquele grifinório realmente acreditava que você sentisse algo romântico por ele.

Jungkook se aproxima da menor, que da passos para trás, ficando encurralada entre ele e os livros mais uma vez. "O jeito como me olha, como finge não gostar quando te chamo de 'cobrinha', como você mascara todo esse sentimento com raiva, e hoje, quando fugiu pra não dizer que sentiu meu cheiro..."

Aquela proximidade não fazia nada bem para alguém como ela. Definitivamente foi o cheiro de Jeon que sentira no amortentia, mas ela jamais iria admitir. Aquele corpo que ela podia sentir com seu, claramente bem definido em baixo do uniforme, e aquele rosto convencido muito perto do dela, com seu hálito de menta, e lábios bem definidos.

"... Mas tudo bem querer me beijar, várias querem..." O rapaz termina, com sua mão próximo a cabeça da garota. Ela ri pelo nariz, desacreditada. Ambos os corações batiam forte contra seus peitos, mas as bochechas avermelhadas da garoto a denunciavam muito mais que ela gostaria.

"Escuta aqui Jeon, acho que depois dessas semanas, você saberia que..."

"Que você quer me beijar? É eu sei" Jungkook a interrompe, a fazendo respirar fundo para não perder sua postura. Merlim, como ela queria tirar aquele sorrisinho convencido dele daquele rosto.

"Quer saber, acredite no que quiser" é o que ela diz, antes de o empurrar levemente - já que o corpo do rapaz era mais pesado, que parecia. Mas tudo o que ele faz é rir levemente, e a segurar novamente pelo pulso, nada forte, apenas para a segurar.

Jungkook aproxima lentamente seu rosto da garota, vendo como os olhos femininos passeiam por seu rosto, sua respiração falhando conforme ele chegava mais perto. O moreno finalmente junta os lábios, sentindo a respiração de s/n falhar, e a própria tomar a iniciativa de aprofundar o ósculo.

Uma das mãos de Jeon segurava a cintura da menor, e a outra, ele mantinha em seu maxilar, segurando o rosto da garoto, conforme controlava seus movimentos. S/n por sua vez, guiada pelo desejo puxava o corpo do rapaz para colar ainda mais contra o seu.

"Então a hortelã é do seu hálito..." a garota comenta distraída, quando se solta do rapaz, e ela o observa ficar confuso apesar do sorriso nos lábios, agora levemente inchados "hortelã, madeira, sabonete e roupa limpa" o sorriso de Jeon aumenta ao perceber que era seu cheiro que ela sentiu no Amortentia, e estava o descrevendo.

"Viu? Não foi tão ruim, admitir não é?!" As sobrancelhas de Jeon brincam, quando ele ri, a apertando mais contra si, quando sentiu que ela tentou se afastar, rolando os olhos.

"Você fala de mais Jeon" ela conseguiu reclamar, e ele se abaixou, falando contra os lábios dela "mas você adora", antes de a beijar novamente.

E de novo...

E de novo...

E de novo...

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[bangtaninborderland]

PJM: Trust Me Pt2

Summary: Jimin asks for your trust once more and this time you give it to him. Inspired by this video.

Genre: Fluff, angst and a caring yoongi.

Warnings: please have tissues, Jimin cries and it’s sad.

A/N: I really worked so hard on this please share your thoughts, I will make another chapter if anyone asks for it. I’m happy to continue this story and take requests for it and drabbles based on this couple. Thank you so much for all the love you have shared on the first chapter.

Taglist: @itsmiads @yoongiofmine

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“Jimin?” You call out, waiting for him to return with your towel.

You giggle at the way he try’s to quietly run to you whenever you call out for him, he was adorable.

“I’m here Jagiya.” He smiles holding a hand out to you, helping you balance yourself as you step out of the shower.

You quickly wrap yourself in the towel he handed you before pressing your body against him, his arms wrapping around you almost like it’s an instinct.

You feel him press a small kiss onto your head. “Your hair smells good.” He mumbles and you can’t help but laugh at the random compliment.

“Thank you, you smell good too.” you pull away from him locking your fingers in his as you lead him back to the bedroom.

“Round two already?” He breathes against your ear, you turn around to look at him, your eyes scanning his face before you both break out into laughter.

Jimin playfully throws himself onto the bed, his giggles continuing to fill the room. You watch him closely, admiring everything. The way his eyes creased and it looked like the stars were shining within them, the way his cheeks turned a light shade of pink, the way one of his hands covered his mouth whilst the other one held his stomach. He was like a work of art, he could be displayed in a museum he was so perfect.

After a few more minuets of contagious laughter Jimin noticed you watching him, you loved the way he grew shy in times like this, his eyes focusing on the wall beside you rather than on you.

His voice sounded more nervous as he asked “What’s wrong?”

You smiled at him shaking your head. “Nothing, can you help me find some clothes? I feel like my body is aching.”

Within seconds Jimin was jumping up and standing beside you. “Sure, sit on the bed I’ll get you something.”

You followed his instructions and sat on the end of the bed as he disappeared into the large closet. You didn’t realise the small light bruises on your wrists until you began to dry yourself, you stare at them for a second before covering them with the towel.

In bed Jimin could be rough, he was dominant in every sense of the word. Any lack of control he had in every other part of his life he made up with you, the one person he could trust with everything inside of him. When it came to the bedroom he liked to be the one to tell you what to do, he loved it, craved it even but that didn’t stop the way he felt if he ever hurt you which is why you knew if he see the bruises he would never tie you up again, far too afraid he would hurt you. Even if you told him you was only bruised because you was pulling at the ropes so much he would blame himself.

The way he cared so deeply was a beautiful blessing but if he ever hurt you it would be a beautiful curse because he would never forgive himself. You try to brush away the thoughts, your mind wandering to remember the first and only time you had used your safe word, the memories weren’t pleasant and you didn’t want to remember them in this moment.

Thankfully Jimin returned with one of his shirts and some shorts. You was pleased to see the sleeves were long, the bruises would disappear In a few days and you could just cover them with make up tomorrow. He wouldn’t know and he wouldn’t feel bad.

“I’m going to make us some coffee, do you want any food? There’s churros?” He placed a kiss on your bare back as you quickly said the shirt on.

“That sounds good minie.” You humm at the way his lips feel grazing against your skin, small goosebumps forming over you.

You turn around to face him as you lift the shirt over your head allowing it to cover your body, you loved the way Jimins clothes were always so big on you.

Your breath was taken away when he lent down to kiss you harshly, his teeth gently nibbling on your lip as his hands slip underneath your shirt.

“You’re cold?” He mumbled inbetween kisses.

“A little.” You whine against his mouth as his kisses slow.

He wrapped a blanket from the bed around you. Handing you the corners of it so you could hold it into place as he guided you to the living room couch with hand on your back.

“You sit here, I’m going to make some coffee, get you some churros and then we can lay here until the sun comes up, you can chose a movie.” He hands you the remote and you happily accept it.

“I thought you had rehearsals tomorrow.” You sighed, sure he had forgotten.

You turned to watch him at the kitchen counter which was fully his ale from the couch as the apartment was mostly open planned.

He smiled at you shortly before returning his attention to the coffee. “I had a message from Sejin whilst I was getting your clothes, he said to take tomorrow off so we can all rest and prevent any more Injuries.”

“How is Taehyung? I should send him a message” you mumble mostly thinking to yourself.

“I think he would like that, you should come to practice next time. The members miss you being there, you’re like a cheerleader for us. Here use my phone.” Jimin nods, reaching out his phone to you.

You hop up, rushing to take it before the water finishes boiling. “Thank you minie.”

You sit on the counter focusing your attention on the message you write to the group chat Jimin had with the members.

Jimin (11:07pm): Hey guys, sorry I’m messaging from Jimins phone mine died a litter earlier and I haven’t had time to change it, I wanted to tell you all that I’ll be coming to your next practice, it’s been weeks since I last see you all together I think we should all go and eat Samgyeopsal together soon. Tae please rest very well, if you need some help Jimin and I would be happy to come over.

Yoongi Hyung (11:09pm): Why aren’t you guys sleeping? Tell Jimin it’s late. Samgyeopsal sounds good, I will treat everyone.

Jeonggukie (11:11pm): Hyung you’re still in your studio you should go home if it’s late. I can’t wait to see you at practice.

TaeTae (11:14pm): I’m a tiger don’t worry I’m okay. I will call you tomorrow tan is taking care of me. 🐯

Jin Hyung (11:14pm): yah I’m trying to game. I’ll see you at practice and Yoongiah send me 100000 won for some game accessories.💳

Jimin (11:14pm): everyone you’re making me laugh so much, Jimin is laughing here too. Taehyungssi you’ll always be a bear to me. Seokjin oppa you should but the company instead of the games. Yoongi oppa please go home soon, your brain needs rest too. Jeonggukah Jimin said he see you on live he asked that you tell army he misses them.

Hoseokie Hyung (11:15pm): hyung you make me laugh so much. Maybe next practice you can dance with us.

Seokjin Hyung (11:16pm): ah kids these days.

Jeonggukie (11:16pm) : I will. I will call Jiminssi after the live ends I’m going to spend some time with army.

Monie Hyung (11:17pm): I was going to go live too but I’ll wait for tomorrow so Jeonggukah can have time. Jiminah remember to eat you forgot your food in the studio. I’m going to a museum tomorrow.

Jimin (11:18pm): I’m going to watch a movie with minie so I’ll talk to you later or tomorrow. Enjoy the museum namjoon oppa, Jeonggukie Jimin said call him whenever.

You smile at the messages one last time before locking the screen and handing the phone back to Jimin who had sat beside at the counter, the coffee and churros places neatly on the table in the living room.

“All ready?” He asks giving you a short smile as he nods towards the tv where a new movie had been prepared.

“Of course jiminssi.” You giggle away at the name as he wraps his arms around your waist swinging you around until you reach the large couch where he playfully throws you.

“What movie is this?” You ask as Jimin sits beside you allowing you to lay your head in his lap.

He humms as he changes the screen on to the description page, you scan your eyes over it and then nod in approval, his hands running through your hair as the movie introduction plays.

You turn your head slightly allowing you to see his face.

“Jimin why did Namjoon say you didn’t eat? I asked when you got home but you told me you ate already.” You asked, your mind concerned over the man you loved so deeply.

“I’m okay, I was just too tired to eat. I wanted to get home to you I will eat a big breakfast tomorrow. Don’t worry about me.” He places a quick kiss onto your lips before returning his attention to the movie where you do the same.

You don’t know how much of the movie you watched, the last thing you remember was the main character hanging from a bridge with dogs clamouring beneath him. Jimins cute sound affects running through your mind as his hand massaged your scalp.

Usually when you fall asleep he would always wait, too afraid to disturb you so when you woke up and you was alone, the room dark and his shoes gone you was confused.

You removed the blanket that had been placed over you and called out for him only to be met with silence. You wandered around searching the rooms with no luck. You notice jimins phone still laying upon the counter where you had left it earlier, calling him was no use.

You scrolled through the contacts searching for the one you knew would probably be most helpful, you wasn’t surprised when the call was answered after the third ring, he is one of the members who never sleeps when he is working on an album.

“Yoongi?” You mumble, unsure what to actually ask.

“Is everything okay?” He asks, his voice confused most likely at you calling him.

“Jimin isn’t here, he left his phone we was watching a movie but when I woke up he was gone.” You explain, your eyebrows slowly frowning.

You hear him hum before hearing the faint but the familiar sound of his studio door opening. “Let me check if he is here.” He huffs.

“Thank you.” You wait patiently, hoping that jimin had just had an idea and wanted to go to the studio to work on it. Although you was still confused why he would disappear without any note and why he would leave his phone.

You didn’t have much time to make up theories and yoongis voice returned you to the present. “He isn’t here, hoseok came an hour ago to record some stuff and he said he hasn’t seen him either. Did you want me to come over. I can help you look for him?”

“Yes please.” You agree unsure what else to do.

“I’ll be there in 10 minuets.”

You quickly send a message to the group chat in hopes maybe one of the other members had heard something.

Jimin (5:07am): have any of you heard from jimin? We was watching a movie but when I woke up he was gone but he left his phone here. No note either.

You place the phone back on the counter, this time the notifications on loud in case you hear anything else. The bighit building where yoongis main studio was happened to only be 5 minuets away in a car. So you rushed up the stairs throwing on some clothes before waiting at the door, a light knock notifying you just a few moments later.

You bow quickly opening the door for Yoongi allowing him to enter the apartment. Just as he does you both turn to the Jimins phone as a notification goes off, you knew it must have been from the group chat as Yoongis phone screen lit up.

Jeonggukie (5:14am): If I hear anything I’ll let you know Noona I will call the members for you.

Jimin (5:14am) : thank you 🤍

“Jeongguk said he will call the members.” You explain to Yoongi as you slip your shoes on.

A light hand touches your shoulder and you turn towards Yoongi. “I haven’t seen you in a long time, it’s not great that the first time I do you look so worried. Jimin will be okay we will find him.” You’re thankful that he calms your nerves and you try to relax, nothing bad would happen, it’s Jimin.

“Thank you.” You pull him into a short hug before sliding your other shoe on.

You grab the keys off the hook by the door before heading out.

“Where did you park?” You turn to the older man.

“2nd floor car park.” He explains holding to door to the stair case open for you.

“I feel bad making you come all the way here” you explain as he directs you to where his car is.

He opens the door and you climb in, watching him walk to the other side and do the same.

You both put your seatbelts on and he begins to exit the parking lot. “Don’t feel bad if anything you called at the right time I was going to end up deleted all my work from today.”

“Is the album not going well?” You ask opening the window slightly allowing the breeze to hit your face.

“No, I wanted to add some female vocals but I’m unsure where or with who. Collaborations take so much time.” He explains as he pulls out onto the main road.

“Any idea where he could be?” You ask, your eyes scanning around in case he is outside.

“I have a few ideas.” He explains as he drives, you always enjoyed the way yoongi would drive. It was very relaxing.

The sound of Jimins phone ringing startled you but you quickly pulled it out of your pocket, you answered fast as jeongguks ID flashes on the screen.

“Hello?” You ask, your hopes already high.

“Taehyung Hyung said Jimin called him and said he would be gone for the next day, not to worry and he would send everyone a message back when he got home.” He explains quickly.

“So did he mention where he went.” You feel as if you’re interrogating the poor but but nothing was making sense. Why would Jimin leave so suddenly.

“No, he said something about just wanting to relax.”

“Okay, I’ll call you if I find him.” You explained. The call leaving you with more questions than answers.

“Noona?” Jeongguk calls for you.

“Yes?”

“He will be okay.” The younger man’s words help you keep calm, it’s Jimin he will be okay.

“Thank you.” You whisper before hanging up.

Yoongi glanced at you quickly. “What did he say?”

“He said that Jimin told Taehyung that he wouldn’t be available for the next day, he mentioned relaxing..” You explain, Yoongis face looks a little more confused now than before.

“I know where he is.” He mumbled turning the car around.

“Where?” You ask, closing the window as small raindrops begin to fall from the morning sky.

“Do you remember when we had the shoot for Be and we couldn’t get back because the car broke down and it was too late for another one to come?”

“Yes, me and Jimin had only just got together.” You recall the way Jimin called you upset he would have to cancel your planned date, he was a little shocked you wasn’t upset as his past relationships had been but you understood. The work he did was important.

“Well We stayed at a small hotel near Han river, you could see the water and it was peaceful. Jimin cried that day he said that he felt like nothing was normal, everything was harder. I told him if things ever got hard he should go there again and just relax, let all of his worries go.” He shakes his head lightly and the red light.

You and Yoongi wasn’t always this close, in the beginning he was unsure of you, so many other people had come and gone with Jimin, unable to deal with the difficult schedule, the demanding role, the secrecy of being with an idol. The risk that you took being with his was great especially with the overly invested fans.

After Jimin had cancelled for the third time Yoongi was sure you was going to give up on him but you didn’t, that’s when he respected you a little more however he only came to fully trust you when you had made what he said was a humble show of personality.

The boys had a concert coming it and they had been stuck rehearsing for days you had barely seen Jimin as they had all agreed to stay at the dorm to stop them wasting any time and anytime you did get to see him he was too tired, often just falling asleep after a 5 minuets conversation with you.

They had all been watching their diets and with the way they were rehearsing you knew they didn’t have time to cook meals so you spent the weekend cooking, you made all of their favourite meals, enough to last them the week. They were all shocked when you turned up to the dorm with around 100 plastic containers. Jimin tried to pay you for the ingredients but you refused. That’s when yoongi see how much you cared for him, not just him but all of them. You didn’t want your own fame, you didn’t want money, you didn’t want to live out some weird fan fantasy - you just wanted to take care of him and the people he loves the most.

“We are here.” Yoongi gestures to the building ahead making you cease your thoughts.

You watch as he unclips his seatbelt. “You’re coming with me?“

He nods slowly. “The staff won’t tell you anything.”

You hated that fact but us was true so you stayed silent, following behind him as he entered the small lobby.

“Is there a manager here?” He asks the woman at reception.

Thankfully he had thrown on a hat and a mask making it impossible for anyone to recognise him.

The woman looked a little afraid, probably intimidated by Yoongi and if you wasn’t so worried for Jimin you would have laughed, after all he really was just like a grandpa.

“Yes. I’ll get him for you.” She stuttered before rushing into the employee service door.

You only have to wait for a few minuets before an elderly man comes out.

“What can I help you with sir?“ he directs the question towards Yoongi.

“I have a friend staying here and I’m hoping you could tell me the room? Me and my friend here are planning to surprise him for his birthday.” He explains, his voice more welcoming than usual.

The manager looks at Yoongi and then turns to you. “I’m sorry but I can’t give out that information, you’ll have to call your friend.”

“See I’ve just got back from an overseas trip and he doesn’t know if I call him not it won’t be as special. I promise you won’t receive any issues or complaints if you tell me. I’ll also be sure to leave a generous thank you gift. ” Yoongi calms and also subtly bribes the man and thankfully it seems to work.

“What’s your friends name?” The manager asks, his fingers hovering over the keyboard of the check in computer.

“It’s Kim Jae” Yoongi replies and you have to fight to hold in the laugh at the fake name Jimin chose for himself.

“It’s Room 13” he hands Yoongi the key and you both bow before heading towards the stairs.

“Kim Jae?” You laugh at Yoongi as you enter the small elevator.

Yoongi presses the button for the third floor. “We all have fake names to use in places like this.”

“What’s yours?” You look at him with wide eyes, somewhat shocked you didn’t think about it sooner.

He rubs his hand on the back of his neck. “Jeon Namoo.”

You playfully hit his arm at you laugh as his absurd name. Namjoon must have come up with it for him.

You follow behind him as the elevator opens, thankful for Yoongi providing you a moment of distraction from the sickness in your stomach.

“You should go alone.” He explains handing you the key which you accept.

“Thank you, I’ll call you when I figure out what’s wrong.” You sigh

You watch as he turns back towards the elevator. “I’ll be in my car if you need me I’ll be waiting outside.”

You nod towards him, your focus retuning to the card in your hands. Somehow you feel more nervous now than the day Jimin asked you on a date however you didn’t want to waste any more time, more concerned for Jimin than you was your own week being. You slipped the card through the reader and pushed the door open. The room was dull the only light coming from the windows.

“Jimin?” You called out.

Nothing.

“Are you here? It’s me I was worried. Yoongi helped me find you.” You explained walking around the room.

Still nothing.

You walked into the rest room, only to find Jimin crouched down in the shower, water hitting his skin.

“Jimin oh my.” You sigh rushing to him grabbing the towel from the hanger and wrapping it around him as you walk him to the bed.

“I’m so sorry.” He mumbled, small tears dropping down his face.

He sat on the bed and almost by instinct you climbed into his lap, your arms linking around his body pulling him closer to you. “Sorry for what baby, you have nothing to be sorry for.”

His sniffed stop as his hands search for yours, pulling down your sleeves revealing the purple bruises that had gotten much darker through the night.

“Baby that’s not your fault, I pulled too hard on the ropes it’s my fault. You should have just talked to me I was so worried.” You explain your hands caressing his face, your eyes searching for and calmness in him only to find none.

“I never wanted to hurt you.” He whispers his arms loosely touching you as if he is afraid one touch will break you.

You shake your head and wrap his arms around yourself, forcing him to hold you. Your head resting on his shoulder. “You didn’t hurt me, I always have my safe word. You always take such good care of me I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to be mad at yourself.”

His fingers draw small shapes on your back. “I don’t want to lose you, I do not want to loose you. I’m sorry I haven’t been there enough for you, I should be there more just work has been so busy. I’m sorry I can’t take you out on dates, I’m sorry we can’t post pictures. I’m sorry we can’t kiss in public or go to stores like normal people.”

You couldn’t help but tear up at the endless and unnecessary apologies. “Jimin look at me.”

You lean away from him waiting for his eyes to connect with yours before placing a kiss onto his lips. “You could never ever have anything to be sorry for, I knew exactly what I was signing up for. You’re an idol, the most popular one you’re freaking Park Jimin but to me you’re my minie, the man who brings me home my favourite food, the man who fights his sleep to talk to me about work or watch a movie with me, the man who writes me letters before he goes to work, the man who sends me flowers and lunch everyday. You have nothing to be sorry for, you love me in the most beautiful way, unconditionally. You are busy because what you do is important, you have changed millions of peoples lives, your words, your smile, you have kept thousands of people going when they had no hope just like you did for me. I want you now tomorrow and forever.”

Jimin sits for a moment, tears falling down his face as does yours. Your heart both racing and breaking at the way the man who seems so strong, the man who seems like he has it all is still just as soft and loving as always.

“So you don’t want to leave me?“ he mumbled pulling you towards his now cold body.

You hold him as close to you as possible. “Never Jimin. I could never leave you.”

“I love you, I’m sorry I must have scared you so much but when i see the bruises and thought about how much I hadn’t been there, How much I have let you down I just thought you was going to leave and I needed to think I needed to relax.” He explained, his words coming out as mumbles as his face was buried on your neck.

“You scared me yes but only because I didn’t know if you was okay. You don’t let me down, you never let me down.” You reassured him as much as you could.

Jimin didn’t say anything else after that. You don’t know how long you stayed like that, buried into one another but when you finally pulled away your back had gone stiff and jimin was whining from the loss of contact.

“Where are you going?” He asked as you walked towards the window.

“I’m calling yoongi.” You explained pointing outside.

Yoongi picked up on the third ring like always, it seemed to be a tradition with him.

“Is everything okay?” He asked his voice still concerned.

You looked out of the window towards his car. “Yes but Jimin needs clothes, his are wet. Do you think you could go to the apartment and get some? I left the keys in the car.”

“Okay. I’ll be back in 20 minuets.” He hangs up quickly and you watch him pull off.

You turned your attention back to Jimin who had pulled the covers over his body, it wasn’t warm enough to be as naked as he was so you did the only thing you could think of to help him warm up and you climbed into the covers with him.

You and Jimin laid in silence for a while, you was sure Yoongi would return soon, Jimin didn’t live too far.

“How did you find me?” Jimin mumbles, his hand ruffling through your hair.

You smiled. “Yoongi helped. He knew where you would be he remembered what you told him. During the time you snot be, remember?”

“Yeah” Jimin sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips.

You placed a few small kisses onto his lips before pulling back to continue admiring him. “Did you know Yoongi uses the name Kim Namoo?” You ask bluntly, genuinely wondering.

Jimin giggles lightly at the name, clearly caught off guard by your question. You can’t help but smile at the way he does.

“I helped him chose that name!” He explains proudly.

“What about Kim Jae?” You raise an eyebrow earning a smirk from him.

“Jin Hyung chose it because It sounds like Kimchi.” He nods.

“You chose your fake name based on foods, that’s definitely Seokjin” You become unable to hide your giggles as does he and for a moment everything feels good again, normal, the way it should have felt tonight.

The soft knock on the door pulled you out for your little bubble back into the present. “It’s Yoongi.” You explain to Jimin before climbing off the bed.

You open the door and he hands you the black leather bag. “Is everything okay, what was wrong?” He asks.

“I’ll tell you fully tomorrow, he thought I was going to leave and was stressed. Would you be able to give us a ride home?” You ask feeling bad, he had already done so much tonight.

“Of course.” He nods, his lips forming into his small grandpa smile before walking off.

“Oppa?” You call, making him turn around, awaiting your next words.

“I’ll make it up to you, thank you so much.” You smile.

He shakes his head. “You’re family too. I’d do anything to help.”

And with that he walks back towards the elevator and you retreat back into the room.

“Here are some clothes, Yoongi is waiting downstairs to take us home. Tomorrow we will spend the whole day in bed watching movies eating take out but right now you have to get dressed and we need to go home and sleep.” You hand him the bag and sit beside him on the bed.

You hear Jimin whisper your name and you turn towards him, worried something else was wrong.

“I love you, thank you for taking care of me the way you have. I don’t want to lose you.” He repeats the words again, the words that both break your heart and fill it with joy.

“You wouldn’t ever loose me.” You remind him, kissing him with much more passion, need and love then before.

He returns the kids this time, his hands finding their usual place in your hair.

“Get dressed.” Your breathing is beaver as you break off the kiss, standing up and allowing him to move.

He didn’t take long to be ready and soon enough you were climbing back into Yoongis car, you both chose to sit in the back seat not wanting to be away from one another.

“It’s good to see you Jiminah.” Yoongi nods and Jimin smiles at him.

“Thank you Hyung for remembering what I told you that day.” He speaks the words with such passion that you know he means them deeply.

“We will be back at your apartment in 10 minuets so don’t get too comfortable.” Yoongi laughs as Jimin places his arm around your neck.

You all laugh, the rest of the ride is silent, you all just taking the time to accept and try to make sense of whatever happened. You would explain it all to Yoongi tomorrow, and you was sure Jimin would explain it to the other members.

The day had exhausted you, it had been over 24 hours since you had slept and unlike Jimin you wasn’t Able to stay awake for days. Your eyes became heavy in the car, you only realised you were home as Jimin undid your seatbelt and lifted you out.

Even on his worse days he was still a million times as strong as you.

“I love you.” You mumble pushing yourself further into his chest.

“I love you too baby girl.” He whispers.

You hear Yoongi walking behind you, you guess he has the keys when you hear someone open the door but Jimins hands remain firmly on you.

You whine a little as Jimin places you on the couch but you don’t put up much of a fight.

“I’ll be back I’m going to say goodbye to Yoongi.” He explains and you nod, you feel a blanket being placed over you which you welcome.

Jimin opening the door is the last thing you hear.

——————————————————————————

“Thank you for today Hyung really.” Jimin sighs running his hand through his hair as he looks towards Yoongi.

Yoongi purses his lips together. Wanting answers but not wanting to push. “Are you okay?”

“I hurt her, we was doing it and I hurt her. I thought she would leave after me not being around lately and letting her down.” Jimin explains and Yoongi nods in understanding.

“She called me first. Then every other member, not mad, not angry, just worried. I don’t think you should worry. I’m going home now.” Yoongi Smiles letting Jimin pull him into a light hug.

Yoongi is about to enter his car when he hears a voice behind him.

“Hyung!” Jimin shouts lightly chasing after Yoongi.

The man turns around a little surprised as Jimin rushes to him. “What’s wrong?”

“I think I’ll need the name of that ring store.” Jimin looks to Yoongi, stars in his eyes.

Yoongi nods, his gummy smile showing Jimin his approval. “I’ll send you the address. She’s a good one.”

#rm bts #bts jhope #bts yoongi #bts seokjin #bts jimin #boyfriend jimin #park jimin smut #jimin x reader #yandere jimin #jimin x y/n #park jimin #jimin drabble #jimin headcanons #jimin #jimin fluff #jimin angst #bts smut #bts x reader #bts au #bts #bts angst #bts fluff #bts fanfic #idol au #bangtan #bts drabble #bts x y/n #bts fanfiction #jungkook x reader

[muniimyg]

09 | exclusive

series m.list

#jimin smut #jimin college au #jimin boyfriend #bts fic #bts smau

[parkkjiminssi]

Love To Hate Me

Jeon Jungkook x Reader | social media au

Part 18: stooding up

Jeon Jungkook and Y/N dated back in middle school and although they agreed to stay friends after things didn’t work out, their relationship turned sour instead. Not to mention that having the same friends only made things worst. Now as adults and in college, Jungkook and Y/N must learn how to deal with each other while also dealing with real life problems and adulthood.

tag list: @secretlycrazyhummingbird, @cuteipat, @awseokjin, @missmadwoman, @xxxanimangxxx, @hobiheavenly, @dr-paintbrush

a/n: I was this close 👌🏼 to adding drama to this update but I decided to let these two be for a little while lol. Also y/n’s snaps are being posted on her private story because well she doesn’t want JK to see them lol. Who did JK send that text to?🤔 Hope you all have an awesome day 💗

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[cakejerry]

So you know how every day a new jimin fanboy pops up like that super famous twitch streamer today who was gushing about his lips?

Anyway that got me thinking about a fic prompt about a artist who deems idol jimin his muse (which happened in real life which is CRAZY and not discussed enough)

But yeah a (hot) painter who calls jimin his muse and infiltrates jimin’s life much to Jungkook’s dismay and jungkook watches as jimin is taken from him right before his eyes and jimin and this sophisticated hot famous worldly artist are happy and shit and yeah that’s all I got

FEEL FREE TO CLAIM THE PROMPT YALL and cast someone hot as the painter like Eunwoo or wi hajoon

PLEASEEEEE PLEASEEE

GIVE IT TO ME NOWWWWW

#PLEASEEEEE I LIKE THIS TOO MUCH #big name famous hot rich successful talented artist as Jimin's boyfriend is actually so big brained........ NEED!!! #jikook au #jikook fic #jikook prompt #bts fic #bts #jikook

[7brownsuga7]

Jimin boyfriend headcanon <3

Will always mention you in every conversation he has (most times he doesn’t actually realise he’s doing it)

Definitely the type to love to buy you gifts, pricey ones but also meaningful ones. I can see him being excited to give it to you. He’s very giving and won’t expect anything in return.

Whenever he’s out he’ll pick up something that reminds him of you, whether it’s your fav snack, etc.

He remembers every little detail and will remember when you mindlessly tell him you like something or dont like something, etc.

He’s very sentimental

PHYSICAL TOUCH!!! Will always touch you no matter where you are. Even if it’s just a simple hand on your hand or leg etc. He will also mindlessly do this as well

JEALOUS & possessive!!!!! He means well but he can’t help it. I can imagine him getting jealous when someone talks about you.

He’s a proud boyfriend. He will love to show you off to his friends etc and is smitten over anything you do.

Very supportive. He’s always your no.1 supporter and loves to hear your thoughts or ideas etc.

You’re his muse. He will probably be inspired by everything that is you. 100% will write a few songs about you!

Always takes your advice and loves hearing your input. He really adores you and wants to know about your opinions.

Kind of needy and requires your attention. He loves being around you and wants to be apart of your routine & visa versa. Even when he’s busy he’ll be texting you, checking up on you and thinking about you most of the time

#bts #bts army #bts au fic #bts x reader #bts scenarios #bts jimin #bts headcanons #bts imagines #jimin x y/n #jimin au #jimin x reader #jimin #park jimin #jimin fluff #jimin headcanons #bts boyfriend material #jimin boyfriend material #headcanon #headcanons #jimin imagine #jimin scenarios

[bleuside97]

There is Only One Rule.

paring: toxichusband!jungkook x wife!reader

genre: yandere jungkook

summary: when y/n get home late and jungkook is waiting for her.

warnings: Jungkook is an asshole in this, abusive behavior, drunk and aggressive Jungkook, manipulative behavior, cussing, manhandling, bipolar jungkook, sadistic Jungkook, mentions of gagging, jealousy, degrading oc, oc is punished by jk.

This is purely fiction just for entertainment purposes. Do not condone or support behavior like this!

Jungkook kisses his teeth, shaking his head. "Ah... What can she be doing out so late." He pressed his lips against the rim of the cold beer in his hand, closing his eyes letting the cold sensation trickle down his his throat. That was the last drop left of his drink. He rest the empty bottle on the coffee table that was in front of the chair. He leans back in the chair, kicking his feet on the coffee table in thought. Resting his tattooed arm above his head and the other arm scratching his chin. The cans and empty bottles of soju pile around the floor. Currently, it's early in the morning he awaits for your arrival, watching the minutes go by on the clock. His eyes turned to the front door as he heard the sound of keys unlocking it. You walked into your dark house, tired out of your mind. You just had the night of your life with a couple of friends and want nothing more to do than be in your loving husband's arms. You turned to lock the front door, taking off your shoes before the door.

His eyes narrowed at the sight of you. "Where the fuck were you?" He demanded, finally standing up from the couch. "Relax, I was just with a couple friends." Your voice is monotone. You pause in your steps, you stretch your arms above your head to yawn. You eyes land on the only other person in the room. You take in his appearance. He moved sloppy and slurred his words a bit. He's drunk. Nevertheless you go to kiss him on the cheek. He backs away slightly, he was clearly pissed off. Pushing you slightly away when you tried to kiss him. He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at you menacingly.

"You know what time it is? You were supposed to be home hours ago. What is my wife's explanation for coming home at almost the crack of dawn?" He stared down at you waiting for a response.

"What's up your crack?" You muttered under your breath, making sure Jungkook didn't hear you. "I didn't know you were my dad. Next time I'll make sure to ask for permission first." Y/n rolls her eyes and carries her tired legs to the kitchen to get herself a meal out of the fridge. He follows you to the kitchen, standing behind you as you fill up a cup from the fridge. He grabs your arm, spinning you around to face him.

"Don't you fucking dare disrespect me!" He growls, his eyes blazing with fury. He shoves you hard against the fridge, pressing his body against yours. The back of your head immediately hits the cold metal throbbing immediately.

"You will never talk to me like that again." His once dark brown eyes become dark. He looks down at you intensely. His hands remain at the side of your head locking you in. "Jungkook stop!" You whined pushing your husband off her with all your might, he only stumbled a bit before catching himself. He takes a minute to walk straight towards you. He chuckles eerily as his hands worked to unbutton his cuffs and roll the sleeves of his crisp black button up to the elbow, telling you he is not playing around. When your husband is drunk, there's only one rule don't make him mad.

"Yah! Where are your manners is that how a wife should treat her husband, huh?” His voice is so powerful it is laced with hostile, enough to make you feel small. You looked at him to digest the situation not knowing who it can turn out. Maybe you where fucked out of your mind too, not thinking straight. Because you were most definitely brave at this moment. "Jungkook, who do you think you are huh." You answered bravely before you could see something in the Jungkook switch. The look in his eyes was cold and ruthless, as if he was ready to hurt you. And that scared you the most.

You wanted to say that Jungkook had never acted so aggressive before but that would be a lie. "Look at me y/n." He commands you in his busan accent. You look into his dark eyes, you don't see the same doe eyed man you, you knew before. He narrows his eyes at you menacingly, if looks can kill you'd be dead by now. "Sweetheart, I should really fix that mouth of yours... Just how rude are you? One warning was already given to you, now you will get the apprehensions."

Your eyebrows furrowed, giving him a confused look. You hesitate to utter another word. "Honey, are you drunk?" You asked the new man standing in front of you. He ignores your question, nodding his head kidding his bottom lip out. "Do you think I want to be like this? Do you think I like being so aggressive? No! I can't help it, I can't control myself when I'm around you. You make me lose all control. So you should be more careful around me. This is your fault, y/n." Jungkook's tone is cold as ice as if he doesn't feel an inch to blame for his abusive behavior.

He stands beside the counter grabbing your hand pulling you to the sink of the kitchen. He forcefully pushes your head down the sink, hand reaching for the soap. You try your hardest to fight against him. Yelling and thrashing out, but he didn't listen to you. He positions his body behind you his big strong arms wrap around your smaller frame like a lock. "Y/n. You know how much I can't stand when I have to repeat myself.” Through brute force he is able to force your mouth wide open and shoved the bitter liquid. He watches you with a smile as you react by gagging your hand in your mouth. He enjoyed seeing the tears leave your eyes. When Jungkook feels as if you've had enough he with water helps you rinse the cleaning substance out of your mouth. Soon enough all over the soap leaves you a chocking and crying mess on the counter. You try to catch your own breathe. He steps away from you admiring is his work. But soon, enough he feels only a tad guilty.

He grabs your wrists again, squeezing them tight. He pulls them behind your back, pressing your body against his. You could feel his warm breath on your neck, his voice low and menacing. she turns her face away from him as he reeks of beer. He grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes turned a shade lighter.

"Aigoo, I didn't mean to be so rough." he apologizes, seeming genuinely remorseful. He gives you a weak smile, hoping you will understand. He pouts his pink lips to you.

He reaches out and touches your cheek, caressing it gently. His eyes meet yours, filled with such warmth and affection. He looks at you with such devotion, as if you were the most important person in the world to him. He stops nuzzling your neck, his face just inches away from yours.

He gazes at you with such fondness and affection, his eyes filled with now love. You eyes now unsure if you can look at him the same. He seems completely smitten with you, as if all his anger has disappeared. "I'm sorry" he apologizes again, seeming genuinely remorseful. "I got carried away, I let my jealousy and possessiveness get the better of me. You have to understand, I'm afraid of losing you" he explains, "Y/n, let's go to bed now."

a/n edited: let me know if you like this one ... should i keep doing fics like this. I love writing yandere but maybe this is too abusive. But the real question is why am I writing fics like this so casually? and trust me i have many more yandere fics in mind. like idea wise and i basically have the whole brainstorming thing down. but it would really be amazing if I can collab with someone to write them with.

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[stayforya]

[5:49pm]

taehyung's hands held your waist, looking closely at you, as if he was contemplating an artwork, a masterpiece in the louvre museum. you knew he loved you just by how his adoring eyes landed on you every time.

"happy birthday, my love", he placed his right hand on the place between your neck and your shoulder, caressing your skin with his thumb.

from that rooftop restaurant the sunset view was amazing, but you couldn't stop looking at taehyung. his left hand tightened the grip on your waist and brought you closer, kissing the tip of your nose, then your eyelids, the side of your face and finally wrapping you in a bear hug.

he could give you all the gifts, but his love was your favourite.

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[jungkooksknot]

okay but soccer player jungkook and he’s becoming really big like playing in some big club and now he scored his first goal at the world championship and everyone loves him because he is super hot and very no bullshit tells it how it is and doesn’t care about all the fame and money, all he cares about is winning the heart of his life long crush jimin who still lives in his little hometown and yeah jungkook takes him all over the world to pretty beaches and buys him pretty clothes and honestly jimin already was crazy in love with him but all the spoiling definitely helps heh

#jikook #au #I’d kill to see those thighs in those shiny shorts #and jk talks about jimin all the time #like some interviewer: wow you scored 3 times! #and jk is like: idk all I cared about was my boyfriend who was in the crowd

[trash1129]

Small update

Hey, so some of you might have noticed that “Numbers neighbors” is gone. This is because I decided I was unhappy with how everything was. I made the au on a whim because I fell in love with Smaus and wanted to give one a try without proper planning. I was unhappy with the way it was written and where it was going. I also rarely had time to update it due to schooling and lack of inspo. I don’t know if I will bring it back revamped or just leave it as a memory. To be honest, I don’t have a clue if I do want to give it another shot or just scrap it all together…. Maybe I may just make a whole new story/smau but like I have said, I’m unsure. But on a brighter note: SVT HAD A COMEBACK AND THEY ALL CAME FOR MY NECK. I AM STILL IN SHOCK-

Anyways, that’s all for now, sorry for the inactivity!

Love, Cyber

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