#jimin x YN

[mapofthesea]

producers!yoonmin x assistant!reader, fem!reader, bi!yoonmin

genre: smut with some plot, slight fluff

summary: There’s no telling just how long you'd been stuck in the windowless studio, and you’re just about ready to walk out and forfeit your paycheck for the week, until your bosses strike up an interesting bargain

warnings: swearing, slight arguing/playful name calling, mentions of alcohol consumption but no one is drunk, dom!yoonmin x sub!reader, unprotected sex (don’t do it), they're kind of in a situationship, thigh riding, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), masturbation, hair pulling, degradation, praise, spanking, choking, penetrative sex, some mxm, cum eating, big dick behavior and practice from both of them, hinting at feelings

a/n: this is mature content so if you are under 18 years old or uncomfortable with this, please do not go below the cut! I also do not proofread of edit my work so there may be some typos, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

When you’d first been hired, the request came through your temp agency, and you knew nothing other than the address before you showed up. By then you were no stranger to the life of an assistant; you had fallen into the line of work after failing to find a job in your field. The first few temp jobs were exactly what you expected. Fielding phone calls and delivering coffee to big wigs in uncomfortable, cheap dress clothes became your new normal for several months, so when you arrived at the gray office building you figured you knew what you were in for. 

Yoongi and Jimin proved to be nothing like your previous employers, and their charmingly personable attitudes made them unbelievably easy to work for. At the end of your week as their temp, you had pouted and delayed your departure by attempting to tidy up their shared studio. 

“You’re not a maid, you don’t have to do that.” Yoongi cooly remarked. Even with his ears sticking out endearingly from the sides of his beanie, his dark gaze made you freeze. 

“I-I know, I just- sorry.” You withered under his attention, shifting from foot to foot as you waited for the anxiety to pass. “I’ll go. Bye Yoongi, it’s been super nice working for you guys.” 

You kicked yourself as the wave of disappointment saturated your words. Yoongi hadn’t done anything wrong, and there was no reason to unload your sadness on him. 

“What? I thought they told you?” Yoongi chirped. “We hired you. I expect you to be back tomorrow.” An unbidden smile cracked your face and you couldn't help but notice Yoongi had mirrored it. 

“Oh, oh! Um, see you tomorrow then.” Your heart thumped embarrassingly fast as you skittered out of the office, only seeing the email full of praise from them once you were tucked into the comfort of your bed.

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“Remember when you used to be nice to me?” You hiss at the man who had just fully sat on your shins, uncaring that you squirm under him. Jimin rolls his eyes at your remark and stays where he is until you snake your legs out from under him. 

“I am nice to you. I pay you.” Jimin coos and pulls your legs into his lap, his familiar touch skittering over your bare calves. After being their one and only assistant for a year and half, your working hours have become more muddled. Business often mixed with friendship, and the lines of professionalism had officially blurred to a proportion you never expected. 

“We also buy you food,” Yoongi cooly adds, plopping himself in the chair across from the two of you and sweeping his hand toward the boxes of empty takeout that dotted the coffee table. A microphone and mixing board live among the mess. You sigh listlessly. They had been working on this new song for hours, tossing ideas back and forth, and although they all sounded wonderful to you, neither of them were happy with anything. 

“Can I go home?” You drawl, feeling the strain of laying on the couch in the way your neck cricks and radiates a sharp headache. You subconsciously rub your fingers into the tightness at the base of your neck. 

“No,” Jimin answers immediately. You sit up straight on the couch and rip your legs from his lap. 

“Why?” It comes out whiny but you’re too tired to care, still rubbing at the knot in your neck. “Yoongi?” For a second you have hope he’ll let you go but he shakes his head, dark wavy strands slipping over his eyes. 

“Sorry, need you here.”

You sputter, disbelief making your eyes go wide. “Okay...can I at least go get you some coffee? More food? Or something?” Sitting in the darkened studio for so long with no definable task was making you feel a bit stir crazy. You had cycled through all of the games on your phone and been scolded for spending too much time on TikTok. Even the book you kept stashed in the bottom of your tote bag was only able to occupy you for so long. 

Yoongi shrugs, half of a grin on his lips. “Dunno. You have an untrained ear, slightly less bias, maybe you’ll add something to the process...” he trails, sinfully pink tongue slipping out between his lips. “You’ve also got potential as a muse.” 

God. It’s painfully cliche but it makes your heart stop and your thighs clench. Suddenly you feel too hot in your shorts and sweatshirt. Jimin tuts. 

“Potential.” He makes a half hearted jab, knowing all three of you are lingering on the same string of memories from just a couple of weeks before. You push the thoughts away and find a spot back on the couch, suddenly conscious of how close you sit to Jimin on the small couch.

He shuffles just close enough that your knees touch in a reassuring way that sends cascading warmth down your spine. Your face is surely flushed but you do your best to pretend you’re unfazed, picking at the skin around your cuticles as Yoongi fiddles with the soundboard.

“Again.” Jimin’s foot taps into the plush carpet in time to the music, and you know you’re in for a long night.

The track runs on a seemingly unending loop, only punctuated by your bosses bickering about technical intricacies and which word choices would serve the song better.

Yoongi fiddles with a new beat and you whine, sagging into Jimin’s side. He welcomes you into him and the intoxicating scent of his cologne has your eyes fluttering. His jaw ticks and you have to bite back the groan of desire as you watch his muscles clench and unclench as he concentrates, fingertips tapping the new rhythm in time against the top of your thigh.

For a moment you wish you were drinking; dumbly wanting to feign needing help opening the soju bottle just to hear Jimin’s little coos of how delicate you are, to have Yoongi gently take back your hair to see your flushed face when he thinks you’ve had too much to drink. Your saliva suddenly feels too thick and your head spins with the barrage of lustful thought. Jimin’s hand feels as hot as lava on your thigh and the sight of Yoongi’s finger circling one of the little knobs with deft precision makes your stomach tumble. 

“I-are you guys hot?” Your voice is raspy as you spring up from the couch, resisting the urge to fan yourself with your hands. Embarrassingly, they both shake their heads and you catch sight of the thermostat set clearly to cool. Yoongi chuckles as he seems to look inside of your head at the neurons connecting as a flush of embarrassment crosses your face. 

“I’ll be right back,” the words are barely out before you leave the room, slipping into the hallway and all but sprinting to the bathroom. Your body feels both too hot and too cold at the same time, and under the harsh overhead light of the bathroom the dark circles under your eyes are prominent, your baby hairs sticking up in wild directions from your scalp. You bend over the sink, gripping onto the cold porcelain. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Your words echo into the bowl of the sink but you can’t bring yourself to be embarrassed about the potential of either of them hearing you over their music. You stand, glaring at the image of yourself in the mirror for a few seconds before you decide you have probably been hiding in here for a suspicious amount of time. Determined to find a way for them to let you go home, you barrel out of the bathroom and back into the hallway. 

“Hi,” Yoongi’s voice startles you, and his presence in the cramped space is even more alarming. In all the time you've known him, he's never been one to completely abandon his post while in the thick of the production process. 

“...Hi? Are you guys done?” A kernel of hope lights in your chest. If they’re done, you can make your escape to home and deal with the heavy pull of arousal in you core by yourself. Yoongi shakes his head no and raises his hands above him, stretching his arms and allowing your eyes to feast on a strip of creamy skin above his waistband. Your face reheats, tongue darting out to lick your chapped lips. He looks divine. 

Yoongi’s eyes follow your own, and a beautiful little smirk sprouts on his face. “Just came to use the bathroom.” His voice rumbles the same way it did when he dropped you off at your doorstep a few weeks ago with a sinful kiss and your knees quiver.

You nod stupidly, tripping over your own feet as you side step the door to allow him passage. He dips his head in a subtle nod and as he approaches and you can smell the musk of his cologne. Despite the step you took away he makes an effort to brush by you, one of his strong hands clasping gently around your own. You hadn’t even realized you were holding your breath until he leaned in close enough that you could pick out his individual eyelashes. His thumb presses into the back of your hand, a firm reminder of the reality of the situation as his words slip into the air between you. 

“We’re both willing to take a break, if you could think of something else more...interesting to occupy us.” His canines sparkle in the light of the hall and you have the overcoming desire to feel them scrape against your neck. 

“B-both of you?” The question all but jumps from your mouth, a product of your disbelief of the last night they had made you feel this way, which you were still partly convinced was just a delusion of your drunkenness. Yoongi nods, strands of hair obscuring his heavy stare. 

“Yes.” He’s gone in a flash, the bathroom door shutting behind him. The thud reverberates through your body and you stand stunned in the hallway, body buzzing with anticipation. Jimin is waiting just beyond the wall, and the image of his legs spread wide on the couch just waiting for you and Yoongi to return springs into your mind. Desire drives your feet and before you know it you’re back in the dimly lit studio, palms sweating when you finally see him again. 

“You’re back.” His voice is cool and level, gaze fixed on you as you approached him. Suddenly emblazoned by the knowledge Yoongi had given you, you nod and edge closer to the couch. 

“Heard you’re looking to take a break?” Jimin’s eyes cloud with the realization of your words, seeing through the facade of your question easily. He swipes his plush bottom lip with his thumb and hums in affirmation. “If you’re willing to provide one?” His voice is thick with lust, sending butterflies through your stomach.

The subtle tilt of his head is all it takes for you to advance toward him, plopping yourself easily onto his thigh, facing the mess of the coffee table. His hands are immediately on your hips; fingers digging into the flesh with an addicting pinch of pain. Your hips rut at the contact, pushing into the muscle of his leg. The pressure sends a spike of arousal down your spine that makes you moan and Jimin responds by curling his fingers under the waistband of your shorts. His fingertips feel like ice against your hot skin, and he uses the shock to gain control of your hips. 

There’s no use putting up a fight once he has you, manually rocking your core against his leg. Even though you can’t see him, you can hear his little pants of appreciation as your head rolls back against your shoulders. The fabric of your underwear is slick and pulling right against your clit, the layers of friction making you feel like you’re going crazy. Your nails dig into Jimin’s arms, enjoying the feeling of his muscles moving. 

The door swings open and even though you know it’s Yoongi you gasp, whipping your head toward him. Your face flushes at being caught but Yoongi simply appraises you, eyes roving over your heaving chest and Jimin’s grip on your hips. The weight of Yoongi’s stare only makes you wetter, slicking the crotch of your cotton shorts a darker shade. Jimin chuckles and moves faster, allowing a consistent grind of pressure against your clit that makes tears edge your eyelids. 

You gasp, arms flailing outward hopelessly. In your scramble your arms clash into Yoongi’s form, scrabbling to hook into the fabric of his hoodie as your clit throbs and your climax approaches. Yoongi’s hands encircle your face, gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail and stooping down until you can feel his breath against your cheeks. 

“Pretty girl,” he flutters his thumb against your lashes until you open your eyes. “There you are.” His feline gaze turns your brain to liquid, enjoying the attention from Yoongi while Jimin gives you the release you’ve been waiting for. 

“P-please,” you struggle around the words, and don't have the energy to articulate your needs, but Jimin holds your hips still and bounces his leg, baring your pussy down against him directly. Unable to squirm away from the pleasure, a moan rips from your throat into Yoongi’s chest as you come, pitching forward as the pleasure curls your toes. Despite your exhaustion you continue to cant your hips against Jimin’s leg after you come until Yoongi tuts and pulls you up slightly, depriving you of the surface. 

“Look at the fucking mess you made of my pants, baby.” Jimin growls. Your face flushes in embarrassment but you can’t deny that the sight only turns you on more. Knowing that you were the one responsible for the mess on his sweatpants and the subsequent bulge makes your mouth water. On unstable legs you pull from Yoongi’s embrace and lean down over Jimin, giving your other boss a prime view of your ass in the ridden-up shorts doing little to preserve your modesty. His hands are on you immediately, tugging down the fabric of your shorts and panties as soon as you nod your approval. 

“Can I kiss you?” You relish the way Jimin’s cheeks sport a pretty blush at your question as he nods. A warm fuzzy feeling spreads through your chest as you connect your lips with his own, gently coaxing out the demon of a man you know lives inside- the one who pushed his cock down your throat in the backseat of his car the last time you went out together.  Yoongi’s deft fingers part your folds and you moan into the kiss which only spurs Jimin on. His tongue finds a home in the depths of your mouth at the same time that Yoongi spreads your asscheeks with his hands, humming at the sight of your bared pussy. He pauses all movements, making you twirl your hips impatiently, before releasing a glob of spit that runs hot over your pussy. You shiver, keening at the embarrassingly attractive action. He wastes no time running his fingers between your lips, circling your clit with your combined wetness until your knees go weak. Jimin bites your lip and disconnects the two of you, staring sinfully at the trail of saliva that connects you. 

“Yoongi gonna make you cum again?” The question is rhetoric, but you still nod furiously at the idea. Yoongi laughs heartily, clearly amused by the desperation. 

“Gonna do more than make you cum, baby.” Your head swivels back to catch a look at him sinking onto his knees, easily pushing the coffee table back so he has ample room to work. Your pussy flutters at the idea of him eating you out, a dream that had been plaguing you since you first heard him craft some of his most infamous lyrics. 

You're so enamored at the glassy look in his eyes that you almost miss Jimin asking to shed your sweatshirt. The fabric comes off easily, goosebumps arriving as the garment leaves you. Jimin groans as he’s presented with your tits, hanging perfectly in front of his face as you're bent over for Yoongi. 

Jimin captures one of your nipples in his mouth, tugging at the nub like a man starved. Yoongi dives into your pussy, licking a broad stripe all the way through your folds. His tongue splits your lips and explores every possible inch. 

“Oh god,” the sensation of them both working on you makes you feel lightheaded, in total disbelief of the way the night has gone. “F-feel so good.” You mewl as Yoongi licks tight circles around your clit, Jimin’s teeth scraping against the sensitive skin at the curve of your breast as his hand engulfs the other, pulling and pinching in all the right places. 

“I- can’t fucking, oh my god-” no words seem to do justice to the feeling of pure arousal slipping through you, and the lewd sounds of being devoured sends your mind into a perfectly numb lull. Jimin and Yoongi are everything, everywhere, moving in a sinful tandem of lips and teeth that you don’t think you will ever recover from. The bubbling heat in your stomach rises, aided by the slurps of Yoongi absolutely devouring you, his nose digging into you as he pushes his tongue as deep as possible into your hole. You can only imagine how wet his face will be when he pulls away; chin, cheeks and lips stained with the evidence of your arousal. 

Your legs wobble, knees shaking from the effort of keeping your body upright as your orgasm barrels toward you. Jimin scrapes the top row of his teeth across your nipple as you come, body trapped between two sources of unending pleasure. The short break between orgasms has made you dizzy, keening as Yoongi devours every drop you give him. Over sensitivity rushes in, and the men work faster than your blissed out brain can comprehend.

Once the ringing in your head stops, you can feel the delicate press of Yoongi’s lips against the backs of your thighs: Jimin’s cool fingertips soothing down the bites he created on your chest.

“Come on, pretty. Such a good girl. Come lay down.” Jimin’s hands pull you gently, easily back onto the couch where you had spent countless hours before. The cool leather feels amazing against your heated skin and you quickly resign yourself to pressing the entire front of your body into it, head propped on Jimin’s thigh. This close, there was no mistaking the heavy bulge in the front of his pants. Your fingers twitch, inching toward him.

Yoongi’s dark chuckle makes you pause, peering up to see him standing over you, a satisfied smirk on his face. Just as you’d imagined his chin is covered in a gleam that could only come from being buried deep in your pussy. Your hips twitch against the couch.

“You wanna suck Jimin’s cock? Will you let me sit and watch you make him come?” You nod dumbly against Jimin’s leg, not daring to take your eyes off of Yoongi as he maneuvers himself back into his trusty chair. He sits and makes no secret of palming at himself through his shorts as your mouth waters.

“Please?” You ask, as if they would ever be able to deny you anything. You can feel the sweat drying onto your body, and the heat reigniting in your stomach makes you restless. Wiggling your fingers playfully toward his cock, you fix Jimin with your best pleading stare.

“You know this cock belongs to you, baby. Take it.” Heat flushes your cheeks as you scramble for his waistband. Suddenly seized with an insatiable hunger to have your mouth filled to the brim. Jimin lifts his hips in aid, exposing inches of flawless skin before his cock springs to life, unbidden by any clothing. He takes the break to pull off his top, balling it up and throwing it directly into Yoongi’s face. The older man grumbles in good nature and swats the shirt away. Your hips push against the couch cushion as you reach for him, the weight and warmth of his impressive cock making your head spin. Jimin moans at your touch, encouraging you to pump your hand over him slowly.

He intakes a ragged breath as you speed up, impatient with yourself. “C’mon baby, take it.” He grinds out the words and you shiver, shuffling forward until you can comfortably lower your head over him, wrapping your lips around the tip. It had been only a few weeks since the last time you gave him head, but that didn’t make his length any easier to adjust to. Your eyes water at the intrusion as you push further down, wiggling your tongue against the underside. Jimin’s thighs twitch under your ministrations.

“You’re so fucking good at that, Y/N.”

Emboldened, you push more of him down your throat until you’re fighting against a gag, spit dripping down to the base of his cock. Unable to go further, your hand occupies the rest, pumping in time with the movement of your head. The mess of praise and the burn of Yoongi’s eyes on your body makes you moan around him.

Jimin’s hips immediately jump, pushing further into your mouth. Your eyes widen and tears push forward as Jimin takes full advantage of your mouth, your nails scrabbling at his thighs as you try to clear your mind.

“Shhh, baby. Look so pretty drooling and dumb on my cock. Our girl is so good, isn’t she Yoongi?” Jimin’s voice shakes, a giveaway of his impending orgasm.

“The best girl,” Yoongi’s voice is clipped, and even though your eyes are blurred with tears you’re sure he’s working his hand over his own cock. You moan again, using the vibration to your advantage as Jimin grips your hair, holding you in place.

Your lungs constrict as his whines reach a peak, cock twitching incessantly until he’s coming. You swallow with every spurt he gives you, the bitterness easy to dismiss in the heat of the moment. Jimin’s grip loosens just as the last ropes of his cum shoot out, streaking across your chin and lips. He grins, satisfied at the mess and your performance. His now free hand takes a handful of your ass, pinching it and landing a slap against the flesh.

“Open?” He asks almost sheepishly. You obey easily, putty in his hands as he inspects your mouth to be sure you swallowed everything he gave you. He hums happily at the sight, gathering up the stray bits of cum on your face with his thumb before pushing it into your mouth. You suck the pad of his thumb clean, eyes heavy with lust as you swirl your tongue around it. Jimin growls, ripping the appendage out to slap your ass a few times in quick succession.

The pain makes your spine curve with pleasure and you almost can’t believe how wet you are again, but Jimin’s fingers quickly dip into your pussy, cooing when he feels your slick coating his fingers. Your own mouth parts in a frustrated groan, annoyingly aware of how achingly empty you are.

“Please fuck me.” Your voice is raw and shaky, and you worry that maybe their inaction means they couldn’t hear you. Jimin’s hand stays steady against the swell of your ass while you wiggle your hips in frustration. Impatient tears well in your eyes as you watch Yoongi slowly remove his hand from his cock; the tip an angry red from all the time he spent playing with it while you sucked Jimin’s cock. It feels like years pass before he even gets up from the chair.

“You wanna get fucked?” His deep voice makes your heart do cartwheels in your stomach. Yoongi’s hand caresses the nape of your neck, lightly combing through the mussed strands there. You nod vigorously, attempting to sit up so that you can convey your need to him even more.

“Please Yoongi, please I’ll do-“ a sharp tug on your hair makes your brain short circuit, words dying in your mouth. Your breathing turns shallow, anticipatory when he uses his primal grip on you to pull your body upwards until you’re sitting up on the couch. From here you are afforded the full view of them both. Jimin’s chest is still heaving from coming, his body covered in a sheen of sweat that only makes his appear more surreal in the dim studio lights. Yoongi had shed both his shirt and bottoms, presumably while you were busy with Jimin. His cock bobs against his stomach, gleaming with precum as he moves. Your heart jumps at the proximity of Yoongi’s body, the way you can see the veins in the arm that holds your hair flex as he pulls your scalp harder. You keen, hips pushing against the air at the sprouting pain. Yoongi laughs, licking at his gleaming canines you want to feel buried deep in your shoulder blade.

His grip holds you still, obedient as your eyes dart wildly between them, hungry to see what their next move will be.

“Such a patient girl for us, right Yoongi?” Jimin’s velvet voice makes you want to cry out and beg for release again, but you bite your tongue so you don’t miss what he says.

“Hmm, very patient.” Yoongi appraises you, sitting at attention, nipples pebbled with your arousal. “Although I think she could stand to wait a bit longer.” Your eyes widen, surprised and momentarily terrified they were going to leave you in the dust.

“No no no no, please don’t!” You can’t stop the tinge of anxiety that spikes through you, the sudden concern that they no longer wanted you if they had each other. Not to mention the burning desire that you knew you wouldn’t be able to quell even with your most favorite vibrator. Hot tears let loose down your cheeks, dripping off of your chin in mere seconds.

“Hey, baby, stop,” Yoongi’s hand releases your hair to tap at your cheek, light enough that you blink through your tears to focus on him. He smiles in the sweet gentle way you’ve come to know means he’s sincere. You can feel Jimin’s calloused fingers brushing gently over your shoulders, curling into the tensed muscles as you ground yourself.

“Do we need to stop?” All of the air in the room gets sucked out with his words, all three of you frozen in time.

“No, no,” You puff out. “Don’t wanna stop.” You grasp his arm, fingernails digging into his milky flesh. “I j-just feel so empty.”

His cat like grin returns at your words, your tears receding into glossy begging eyes. “Oh, baby, you’ll be full of cock in no time. Can you sit pretty for just a few more moments?”

Curious as to why you need to wait, you watch Yoongi intently, but are somehow still shocked when he catches Jimin’s plush lips in an earnest kiss. The younger man sighs contentedly, wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s frame. The way their lips move together is mesmerizing, and you faintly remember watching them kiss once before, when you were admittedly drunk and thought maybe you were mistaking the passion between them.

Now you knew for sure what you were seeing, and that it was making fresh waves of arousal drip down your thigh. Jimin reaches for Yoongi’s cock, stroking him with playfully light touches you know are meant to drive him crazy. You can see everything from your seat on the couch, and their symphony of moans sends your hand right between your thighs. You rub your clit in time with Jimin’s tugs, making sure to keep the touch just as feather light as it seems to be for Yoongi.

As sensitive as you are, even the simple touch is making your mind go hazy, losing yourself in the moment and the feeling of your own hand. You moan, pressing down into the pressure of your hand: embarrassing close to coming again just from watching your bosses make out.

“I thought I asked you to sit pretty?” Yoongi’s voice is clipped and breathy at having just pulled Jimin’s hand off of him, but it still startles you enough that you rip your hand away feeling like you had been caught.

“I-I’m sorry, it was just,” you stumble on the words, face flushed as you decide on how much you should admit. Jimin raises an inquisitive eyebrow, his cock fluttering back to life.

“Hot?”

Your blush deepens but you nod, hair falling into your face. Yoongi seems less amused at your disobedience, but the dark look on his face only makes you want him inside of you more. You bite back the whimper growing in your throat and still, waiting for instruction.

Yoongi’s steps forward, easily crowding your vision until he’s all you can see. One hand grips your throat, lightly at first, then increasingly hard as he sees the delight in your eyes. The press of his hand over your throat is intoxicating, just the perfect amount of pressure that has your mouth hanging open absentmindedly. You feel good, knowing that you he was going to take care of you. Jimin’s deep groan at the sight reminds you that he’s there just moments before Yoongi breaks your distance and captures your lips in a kiss.

It’s nothing as gentle and sweet as the few you’d shared before. His teeth are immediately nipping into your bottom lip, tongue surging forward into your mouth without abandon. Spit slicks down your chin and over your cheeks and you moan at the feeling, Yoongi practically swallowing you up like you’re the last person on earth. Through it all he keeps control of you by the hand on your neck, only letting up when you’re gasping for air.

You feel oddly vacant without his hand on your throat, but you have a feeling it won’t be the end of your experience with it.

“Such a pretty, desperate little thing. Can’t wait to fill you up, fuck.” Yoongi’s eyes flutter at the thought and before you know it he’s moving you, pressing the length of your body down against the couch. You’re acutely aware that Jimin must have moved to the chair to make room for you, but all thoughts get wiped from your head as Yoongi looms over you.

Your legs part, unashamed for him to see just how wet you are. He grins, kneeling between them and fisting himself a few times.

“Please fuck me, Yoongi, wanna feel you inside.” The stream of consciousness barrels out of you, followed by a string of curses as he obeys and pushes the head of his cock into you. The stretch is intense despite your extreme arousal, but the loving hands caressing your stomach help morph the feeling into pure pleasure. When the clouds of pain start to clear you moan, high and loud, latching onto the cushions under you.

“You look so good split open on my cock.” Yoongi works his hips into a smooth rhythm immediately, eyes honed in on the sight of your pussy swallowing him up. The press of him inside of you is serendipitous, the perfect angle means he’s nudging against your gspot with every single push.

“Prettiest fucking girl, look at you taking cock so well again.” Jimin is suddenly beside you, hands groping your tits again. You keen, overwhelmed with the sensations as white hot pleasure burns through you. Yoongi speeds up, bracing his foot for more leverage on the perfect angle as he pounds into you.

“So f-full,” you gasp out, tears of pleasure running into your hairline. Your clit throbs for attention, the final thing you need to fall headfirst into that wonderful pleasure. You gasp and writhe, pushing your hips upward to meet his thrusts.

“If you don’t stop that I’m gonna come right inside of you.” The words are a warning but your pussy immediately reacts by gripping his cock tighter. A broken moan spills from his mouth and he growls.

“Wan’ it.” The words come out soft, strangled by the loud squelching of your pussy, but Jimin is close enough to hear. He turns toward you, smiling with the intensity of a million suns.

“You want him to come inside of you? Fill that pussy up and make you ours?” Jimin is sure to speak loud enough that Yoongi will hear, but the man drilling into you looks pointedly only at your face, awaiting his confirmation. You look between them both, shivering with need.

“Yes, wanna have Yoongi come in me,” you lick your lips, “please, and,” You pause as Yoongi swipes his finger across your clit after hearing your affirmation. The last bits of your sanity are about to be washed away with your orgasm, but you breathe through it.

“W-wait!” You yell, Yoongi stilling as well as he can so close to his orgasm.

“Want Jimin too.” You gasp, barely trusting your words. The man grins, placing a kiss on the swell of your breast.

“Of course, baby, I’m so fucking hard right now I can’t imagine not coming all over these pretty tits.”

Tears of frustration brim again, hormones going crazy.

“No, in me.” You whine, petulant at the idea of him not coming inside you tonight. Both of their eyes widen, staring at you like you had just unlocked the secret to eternal life. Yoongi’s thrusts return with vengeance, finger circling your clit deftly.

“Can’t get enough of it, huh? Such a little slut that just one man coming in you isn’t enough?” You nod as his cock twitches, moments away from your own blinding orgasm. Jimin’s lips are devouring your neck, seemingly emblazoned by your admission. It only takes a few more swipes of Yoongi’s nimble fingers before you come, back arching off of the couch like a woman possessed.

The sounds and curses that leave you are barely human and essentially decipherable as your body warms under the glow of an intense orgasm. When Yoongi finally comes, your pussy gripping him tightly so he doesn’t leave, he continues strumming at your clit until your nerves feel set on fire.

“Good girl, taking all my fucking come.” Yoongi praises you as he finally pulls out, watching his come slip out with him before he retreats to stand beside you. Your head is still in the clouds, mind numb from absolute pleasure as Yoongi pats your thighs so he can get out from between them.

Jimin brushes the sweat slicked strands of hair off of your forehead, leaning close enough to him that you can see his individual eyelashes.

“Still got it in you? Want another load?” Your stomach flips, pussy clenching at the idea and you nod so hard it makes your neck hurt. Yoongi shuffles up until he’s next to your head, obviously sleepy as he plops down onto the floor with a lazy grin. He kisses your cheek playfully as Jimin moves.

He wastes no time in assuming the same position Yoongi had just left. Pliant and fucked out, you give him an exhausted smile as you watch him line up and push into your entrance.

“Still so fucking tight even though you just got railed. So willing to have two cocks back to back.” Jimin’s voice burns through you, low and sexy in a way you rarely get to enjoy. His eyes twinkle as you nod, gasping at the length of his cock. He begins his onslaught even faster than Yoongi had, pushing through your walls with a blindingly perfect rhythm.

“F-Fuck me so well,” you slur, grasping for his arms as he drills into you. Jimin is gasping, clearly close to his own end as you start to feel the hazy warmth of an orgasm come on. Yoongi kisses you even more as your moans heighten, sure not to cover your mouth so that they get to hear every sound you can give them. “You’re gonna look so pretty full of me and Jimin’s come, so fucked out and dripping.”

Even without any attention to your clit his words have you just seconds away from coming, and you warn Jimin of this.

“Already gonna come without me even having to touch your little clit? So fucking wet and desperate that just my cock will do it?” Your head spins, eyes tipping back into your head. His hips stutter, faltering for just a second as your knees lock, pushing his cock even further into you until you’re coming. Your eyes squeeze shut as you scream your throat raw calling his name and begging for his come.

You can’t stop the tears that spill out of you even after you feel him empty into you, the weight of his body pressing into your own as he makes sure not to waste a drop. You pant together, chests rising and falling in time. The way your skin sticks together doesn’t even bother you right now, but Jimin moves just slightly and the cool air rushes in.

You mumble, still working on feeling like a human again.

“What’s that?” It’s Yoongi, who’s still sitting by your side, laying his head against Jimin’s toned bicep.

“Cold.” You try, voice absolutely wrecked. You poke at Jimin’s side. “Heavy, too. Move.” You wiggle beneath him and he sits up, giggling at your sudden attitude. He’s still lodged inside of you, his and Yoongi’s come slowly leaking out of you and onto the couch, but this somehow feels just as normal as your usual day at work. Another chill passes through your body and Yoongi tuts, striding order to the thermometer. You and Jimin both watch his naked form as he goes, cranking the number up so that the room gets hotter.

“Told you we keep it too cold in here,” he mutters to Jimin, who shrugs and looks down at the mess between your legs. You flush.

“Sorry about the couch.” Jimin laughs as he pulls out, clearly still a little aroused at the sight of come pouring out of you.

“Fuck the couch. It’s your spot anyway.” His fingers dance over your pussy and you whine, shaking your head and clamping your thighs shut.

“Too sensitive.” It’s simple, and he nods easily, slipping off of the couch. You lose sight of him for a second before he’s back, slipping your sweatshirt back over your head. The warmth instantly cures you, putting a satisfied smile on your face. Yoongi reappears from what you assume to be the bathroom with a damp towel, silently asking your permission before gently cleaning you up.

Your legs twitch and you have to physically bite back a moan when he runs the fabric over your clit, but you’re happy to be cleaned and have him help you into your shorts. He hands the towel off to Jimin as you sit up, pointedly looking away from the mess on the couch.

“Shit, forgot about that!” Yoongi springs forward, shirt halfway on. He leans over the coffee table and flicks off a switch, the recording equipment going dead. His face blanches as he looks over at you.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, I didn’t turn it off before we…” his hands wave uselessly in front of him. Jimin, at least dressed, looks equally mortified.

“We can delete it all! I promise, we won’t even listen to it again! I’ll do it right-“

Your laugh bubbles out of you and stops them both in their places.

“I don’t care, guys.” Their faces twist in confusion. Surely you wouldn’t want them to keep it? “You were stuck on the song anyway. Use it as the backtrack or something.” You shrug, taking supreme delight in the surprise on their faces.

“You’re so fucking hot.” Jimin groans, appreciative, and you glow under their eyes. He immediately dashes over to the computer, locating and examining the file. Yoongi finishes redressing and even wipes off the couch before bundling you into his chair with him. His hands comb through your matted hair and examine the marks on your neck until he deems you to be okay.

“Thanks for the song inspiration.” He chuckles, mouth tucked against the nape of your neck.

“Happy to help. Let me know the next time you need some new ideas.” Despite your sleepiness the idea makes you squirm, to which Yoongi groans.

“I have a feeling we’ll be needing lots of new ideas. For a very long time.” Maybe you’re crazy, or cock hungry, but you swear you feel him twitch against your ass. “But for now you should probably go home.” You both watch Jimin as he fiddles with some instrumentals, layering them over the peaky audio the three of you recorded on the desktop before popping on his headphones.

Yoongi sighs. “You’re sleepy, and if you stay here any longer while we mix this you’re definitely not gonna be walking tomorrow.”

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[hongcherry]

Helllooooo !!! How are you ? Hope you're doing good !

I've read your writings and DAYUMN ! YOU'RE THE BEST! All your stories got me really good and I love it ! and here I just want to ask for a request if it's still open :') Jimin x reader oneshot/drabble something like friends to lovers, reader's first time but she's not innocent coz she read spicy books. maybe like she's reading a spicy chapter and tend to ask about it with him and it led to confessions, dom!jm & aftercare (like detailed aftercare). you can make it how explicit you want 🤸‍♀️ You're so good in writing so i thought should ask for a smut :') I'm sorry and thank you in advance

📖 Pairing: bestFriend!Jimin x Reader (afab)

📖 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Smut, fluff; Best friends to lovers

📖 Warnings: Reader's a virgin, protected sex, p in v, soft sex, thigh riding, fingering, aftercare, pet names (kitten), breast play

📖 Word Count: 3.4k

📖 Betas: @wooahaeproductions and @the-boy-meets-evil, thank you both for looking it over and giving me your thoughts on the fic! 🥰

📖 Author's Note: Awh, anon, thank you so much for reading my works! I really love knowing people enjoy my writing style! I apologize for the long wait. I hope you like it 😊

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He runs his hands over my bare chest.  His touch is gentle, and I can feel my skin light on fire. Even though the fire burns, I can’t get enough of it.  I grab his hand and press it harder against my breast, moaning into the kiss at the feeling. All my thoughts are about him. It’s just me and him in this small world.

“That’s so cheesy,” you huff to yourself.

“What’s so cheesy?”

You jump at the sound of your best friend’s voice.

“When did you get up?” you ask as you try to calm your racing heart. You slot your bookmark in your book before closing it.

Jimin glances down at the title and smirks. “Another one of your romance novels? What’s this one about? Poor girl finds rich prince and they live happily ever after?”

Jimin’s wearing a tight-fit shirt that has your eyes averting quickly.

You had never thought of Jimin in that way until recently. You’re noticing the little things of his physique. Like the way his muscles flex whenever he rakes his fingers through his hair, or how his thighs look huge in those stupid skinny jeans he likes to wear.

“No,” you argue. “But even if it was, that trope is still golden.”

“It’s cliche,” he retorts while grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

“Not all cliches are bad,” you respond.

Jimin smiles as if he knows something you don’t.

“Whatever,” you lamely reply. “Thank me for letting you spend the night then get out.”

“Kicking me out so soon? Is your book that good?” He grins like he knows your dirty secrets.

Your cheeks heat as you’re reminded of the intimate scene you stopped at. You push aside the thoughts trying to invade your mind.

“A lot better than bickering with you,” you huff.

“Let me stay longer and I’ll pay for lunch,” he bargains.

Sighing, you agree. There’s no true reason to kick him out besides wanting to finish your book in peace. Though, Jimin’s usually good at becoming a fly on the wall once he gets situated. You figure you just need to wait twenty minutes and then you’ll both be doing your own things.

As you expected, you and Jimin are sitting on the couch thirty minutes later. He’s scrolling aimlessly through his phone, while you’re engulfed in your book.

His hands grip my hips tightly as I roll them along his thigh. Each glide has my clit brushing his muscles, and my moans don’t seem to stop. “Look at you,” he murmurs. “Getting all worked up over my thigh.”

Does that actually feel good?

“Does what actually feel good?” Jimin asks.

If you were in an animated show, you’re sure you’d be the cat that leaped fifteen feet in the air after being startled.

“What?” you question, heartbeat picking up.

“What’s supposed to feel good?” he rephrases.

“It’s nothing,” you try to dismiss, but Jimin doesn’t let you. In one swift motion, he’s plucking the novel out of your hands and scanning the page quickly.

Jimin’s eyes widen slightly at the words, then glances at you. He looks shocked to see you reading something so vulgar. Though that expression soon turns into something more mischievous.

“You’re reading this while I’m sitting next to you?” he observes.

Your face warms. It was no big deal. It’s just a book. Sure, it’s more scandalous than others, but it’s still just a book.

You shrug to act as if you’re unbothered.

Jimin smiles and hands you back the book.

You take it slowly, eyes staring at his face to see what he’s thinking.

“Don’t let me stop you then,” he says before picking up his phone again. He contorts his face back in a neutral expression—giving you the impression he doesn’t care about your spicy novel anymore.

Inhaling deeply, you look at your book; however, it’s hard to continue reading.

No matter how hard you try, you end up reading the same sentence over and over again. Damn you for thinking out loud accidentally.

You finally give up trying and look at your best friend.

“Does it really feel good to rub yourself on someone’s leg? Like, that just sounds silly,” you blurt suddenly.

Jimin’s eyes flick up from his screen.

“How should I know?” he asks.

“Aren’t you experienced or something?” you scoff, recalling his several one-night stand stories.

“I am, but you should ask someone who would be in your position.”

You hum in thought.

You’ve been best friends with Jimin for years and have talked about sex multiple times. Although it’s usually him doing the talking since you’ve never had it before.

Maybe it’s time to finally take advantage of the fact your best friend is a guy. You could learn a thing or two that could help you in the future.

“Okay, then answer this: Do guys actually find it attractive when girls squirt?” you wonder. You remember reading something about it in the last novel you picked up.

Jimin’s eyes go wide again. “Why are you suddenly asking me these kind of questions?”

“Well, you know… I’ve never done it, and I’m curious about stuff,” you begin to say. “You have experience, so you can help provide some insight. I might be less awkward when I finally do it.”

He blinks a few times then adjusts himself on the couch—appearing less stunned than a few seconds ago.

“Alright, I’ll answer your questions,” he announces.

You smile, grateful he’s not making fun of you or rejecting your request. You’re more comfortable asking him these questions than some random person on the street.

“Start with the one I just asked,” you remind.

“The answer is yes,” he simply replies.

“Really? Why? You just get soaked with… liquid.”

Jimin chuckles softly.

“It’s hot,” he shrugs.

“Hmph, okay,” you trail off as you think of your next one. 

“So, you’ve had someone rub against your thigh?” you ask, still caught up with the events in your book.

“Actually, no,” he chuckles.

Your eyes widen. “Really?!”

He laughs. “Just because I’ve had sex before, doesn’t mean I’ve tried everything.”

“So,” you say slowly, “you don’t know if it feels good.”

Jimin watches you attentively. He’s quiet for a few seconds too long but finally replies.

“Why don’t you try it yourself?”

You scoff. “And who am I supposed to try it with? I guess I could use a pillow…”

“Try it with me.”

Your heart drops.

Did he just suggest you two…

“You’re kidding,” you state.

He shakes his head. “No, I’m serious. We've both never tried it, and since you’re so curious about it, might as well. You’re safe with me, remember?”

He had a point. You could see what this whole “thigh riding” hype was about with someone you could trust.

The big issue with this was trying to keep your feelings at bay. Day by day, they’ve been getting stronger. And part of you wasn’t sure if it was pure lust, or if you genuinely had feelings beyond friendship. Perhaps this was your chance to find out.

“What if I don’t like it?”

“Then we’ll stop.”

“What if you don’t like it?”

“Then we’ll stop,” he repeats. “We’re both in a safe environment. No judgment. No teasing. We’re just trying something new together.”

“Okay,” you say. “Let’s try it.”

Jimin gives you a reassuring smile and situates himself better on the couch for you. Once he’s done, he gestures to come. The new position has them looking thicker, already igniting something in your lower belly.

You’ve felt it before while reading your books, but this time felt more intense.

You slowly make your way toward him. As soon as you’re within reach, he places his hands on your hips and rubs at them soothingly.

“Let’s take these off, okay?” Jimin suggests and tugs on the waistband of your shorts.

“Okay,” you agree softly, pushing the clothing down your legs until you’re left in your basic tee and underwear.

Jimin smiles at you, easing your nerves.

“Now, sit,” he says while tapping one of his thighs.

Nodding, you straddle the thigh he gestured to. Though rather than actually sitting, you hover above it.

Jimin places his hands gently on your hips and lowers you all the way down.

You expect to feel sparks in your body, but there’s nothing. It’s not as described in your book.

“You need to move, silly,” Jimin instructs softly. There’s no mockery in his tone; he’s just keeping the tone light to not scare you away.

“I—I’m not sure how,” you mumble, placing your hands on his shoulders.

Jimin nods and then pulls your hips forward once then backward.

The act causes your clit to be brushed, making your mouth fall open slightly. It takes Jimin to guide your hips a few more times until you’re getting the hang of it.

You’re slowly rolling your hips against his leg, hitting your sensitive area so much that you’ve started breathing heavily.

“How does it feel?” Jimin asks gently.

“G-good,” you reply. You’re beginning to understand how your character feels in the book.

“What about now?” he asks, and then he’s tensing his muscles.

You let out a small gasp at the new feeling and instantly grind harder. Your hands glide down his chest, feeling his toned torso before gripping the ends of the material. You clutch it tighter–anchoring yourself to him.

Jimin simply smiles at your reaction, continuing to clench and unclench his muscles until you’re whining something too low for him to understand.

“What is it?” he coos.

“I-I need more,” you speak louder, legs growing tired; however, the addiction to the feeling forces you to keep going.

“More?” Jimin repeats as he thinks about what you mean. “Oh.”

“Please, Jiminie,” you plead.

Jimin’s breath hitches at the look you give him.

“Are you sure? You want me to be your first?” he asks.

You nod frantically. “I feel safe with you.”

“Okay,” he says quietly before lifting you off him.

You whine again, but Jimin shushes you gently as he readjusts you on the couch so your back is pressed into the cushions. Jimin spots the wet patch on your underwear, smiling at seeing how worked up you got over riding his thigh. Gradually, he starts to remove your panties.

He bites his lips at your wet core, trying to suppress a moan. Jimin slowly runs his fingers through your slick folds, which causes your hips to buck once. He does this twice more to ensure his fingers are coated thoroughly with your arousal. Then, he’s rubbing your clit with his other hand as he gradually pushes one finger into your tight hole.

You gasp, walls tightening around his digit briefly before you’re mentally telling yourself to relax. You’ve touched yourself before, but it’s different when it’s coming from someone else.

Jimin’s soon inserting a second finger, then a third when you’re ready. Each finger stretches you out more than the last. He unhurriedly pumps his fingers, fingers rubbing your walls delightfully. He curls his fingers and brushes against a spot that has you gasping.

“Already doing so well for me,” he murmurs. 

His fingers begin to slide faster, rubbing the same spot until you’re moaning his name with shaky legs. You feel your walls grip his fingers, but before anything else happens, Jimin pulls away.

“Sorry, kitten, but I didn’t want you to come just yet,” he smiles, then stands from the couch.

You watch with rapt attention as he strips his lower half. The size of his cock has your eyes widening. It seems too big to fit, and there’s a small part of you that’s scared it’ll hurt.

Jimin senses your worry. “I’ll go slow. Just tell me if it hurts, okay?”

“O-okay,” you agree.

“Good,” he replies, then takes out a condom from his wallet that was on the coffee table, and slides it on. You’re not too surprised he has one with him. 

While he does this, you sit up slightly and remove your shirt and bra.

Jimin eyes you, gaze roaming your bare body.

“Fuck, you’re so stunning,” he groans slightly and leans down. 

His lips meet yours in a languid kiss, gently parting your lips with his tongue. With his mouth still against yours, he pushes you back down onto the couch.

He settles himself between your legs, adjusting you slightly to accommodate him. Your arms wrap around his neck while he props himself up on either side of your head.

Jimin travels one hand down your chest and massages one of your breasts. You moan into the kiss, arching your back into his hand. He pinches your nipple carefully, causing you to squirm slightly.

Jimin chuckles, pulling away for a small breather, but then he’s on your mouth again.

Though you don’t mind. Jimin’s lips are addicting, and you could easily kiss him for the rest of the day.

His hand moves to your other breasts, groping and pinching while he kisses your lips swollen.

The need between your legs is growing. It almost makes you delirious with how badly you need him inside you.

“Please,” you plea softly against his lips.

He nods, pulls away from the kiss, and glides his hand down your body until it’s on his cock.

Jimin rubs his dick between your folds a couple of times before aligning the tip with your entrance. Ever so gracefully, he’s pushing the head inside, watching the way your pussy stretched for him.

You whimper, tightening your hold.

“Shh, just relax. I just need you to relax and breathe,” Jimin instructs softly.

You nod and do as he says. Jimin pushes in further, gradually inserting more of his length until he’s filled you up with everything he has.

He remains still, murmuring encouraging words and kissing you softly to distract you from any pain you feel.

After a while, you tell him to move. The feeling of his cock gliding against your walls has you seeing stars. The pain from the stretch has left and been replaced with pure pleasure.

Jimin takes his time with you. He’s moving so carefully that you reassure him he can move a little faster. So he does. He increases his speed, but it’s still at a pace that won’t hurt you. Just enough for you to feel more.

“How are you doing?” he asks, breathing heavier than before.

“S-so full,” you mumble. “This feels so good. You feel so good.”

Jimin smiles and pecks your lips. “You feel good, too.”

You grin back. Something in your chest blooms at his praise. You like knowing you’re making him feel just as good as he’s making you feel.

Jimin leans down to place open-mouth kisses against your neck. He continues to rock his hips as he sucks and nips on your skin. His tongue laps against those areas to soothe them before he moves to the next. 

After a while, he moves away from your neck and snakes a hand between your bodies to rub your clit.

“Oh!” you exclaim, head pressing against the cushions roughly. The act makes the knot in your tummy tighter. Your legs begin to shake as your walls contract around his length.

“I-I think I’m close,” you say.

“Just relax and let go, kitten. I’m right here. I’ve got you,” Jimin reassures and increases the movements of his hips and fingers.

You close your eyes, mind zeroing in on the pleasure he’s inflicting on your body. The pleasing stretch of your pussy, the rubbing of his cock against your walls, the quick circles on your clit. It all pushes you over the edge.

Jimin curses under his breath as you climax around him. You’re shuddering under him; his name falling heavenly from your mouth. Jimin can’t last any longer and comes with you, filling the condom with his seed.

You hold onto Jimin as you slowly come down from your high. Sweat coats both your bodies, both breathing heavily from the intensity of it all. After a while, Jimin carefully pulls out.

You whine at the feeling, but Jimin eases you with a few rubs on your thigh.

Jimin leaves to discard the condom in the bathroom. You hear the water running and the sound begins to lull you to sleep. However, just as you’re teetering on the edge, Jimin’s picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom.

You see he’s drawn a bath for you both.

He slips you in first, then follows suit. He sits behind you while you sit between his legs—back against his chest.

The warm water feels good on your aching muscles. You didn’t even realize how sore you feel until now.

It’s silent for a long time, but just being near Jimin feels nice. He started to massage your body, laying a few kisses here and there as time passes.

You’re the first to break the silence.

“Thank you.”

“What for?” he asks.

“For letting me try new things with you.”

He chuckles. “Well, what did you conclude? Does thigh riding feel good?”

“It did,” you murmur, “but what came after felt better.”

You half expect him to make an egotistical joke, but he doesn’t.

“I agree,” he smiles and pecks your neck.

“Do you feel awkward with me now?” you wonder. The idea of ruining a great friendship just so you could “try things out,” makes your mouth taste sour.

“No, I feel,” he pauses, “I feel closer to you.”

You glance back at him, causing his hands to slowly fall away from your body.

“Closer as friends or,” you trail off.

Jimin smiles shyly, eyes glancing away briefly. You admit that the idea of being with Jimin in a romantic way has crossed your mind before, but you never let it linger. It’s never been something you really wanted. However, you know if you actually sat down and considered it, it’d solidify the idea more. Right now you were fine with being friends.

Though, if the opportunity to be more ever arose…

“Do you like me, Jimin?” you ask.

Jimin’s eyes grow at your question. “Of course I do! This didn’t change anyth—”

“As more than friends?” you clarify.

He’s quiet again. You think you’ll have to ask again, but he finally speaks. “I think I’m starting to feel that way.”

Although you like the response, you wonder if he would feel the same if he hadn’t just had sex with you.

“Was the sex that good?” you tease, trying to get your answer in a discreet way.

Jimin shakes his head instantly. “No—I mean, yes. It was amazing, but I didn’t grow those feelings because of it. I—I started to like you more than a friend a few weeks ago.”

“Oh?” you express, half surprised and half relieved.

Jimin runs a hand through his hair nervously. “It was when you bought all those donuts for that group of high schoolers.”

You laugh and raise your brows. “Seriously?”

He shrugs sheepishly.

“That’s sweet,” you comment and lean back against him. This time, you rub his thighs soothingly. There’s no sexual intent behind your actions, just want to repay for the massage from earlier.

“Would you want to try to be something more?” he asks, hands resting on your sides.

There’s a fear that it won’t work out and your friendship will be over. However, you’ve already done something that could terminate your friendship. You’ve heard of exes staying friends, so maybe you and Jimin could be like that if things didn’t work out.

Jimin is a great guy. He’s caring, thoughtful, and loyal. Plus, he’s handsome and attractive. Even his “red flags” aren’t necessarily evil–unless you consider leaving the toilet seat up evil. There aren’t many reasons to deny him. Again, it’s not that you didn’t like him like that.

So, with a smile on your face, you nod. “Yes, I’d like that.”

“I’m glad to hear,” Jimin says. You can tell by his cheery tone that he’s grinning like you.

“So, maybe next weekend can be our first date as a couple?” he asks. “If that’s too fast, just tell me.”

You giggle and shake your head. “Next weekend sounds perfect.”

Jimin hums, turning you carefully so you’re facing him. Then, he’s pressing his lips against yours in a sweet kiss.

You have a feeling you’re going to fall for Park Jimin embarrassingly fast.

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[oftenderweapons]

Like Crazy | PJM

Pairing: Jimin x reader (nicknamed Princess)

Wordcount: 2.1 k

Genre: fluff, slight angst, light smut, established relationship

Rating: 18+, minors, do not interact

Warnings: unprotected sex, mentions of grinding, mentions of handjob (male receiving). Angst involving military service and taking a break from the relationship.

A/N: To the nonnie who requested this draft -- I'm sorry, but I went off plot with your request, mostly because I can't imagine them being out to the public, but I'll add to this so I can imagine how the *good* fans might react. Also, since I imagined this song interpreted a certain way between them, I don't think this particular take they have in this fic would be recorded and published. I'll reply more pertinently to your ask in a separate post, don't worry. But I wanted you to have *this* fic because I want you to know some stuff that happened in their storyline, and I want you to know how I imagined them interpreting this song together. Sorry again, feel free to send me an ask to shame me LOL

As usual, here's my masterlist and the fic is below the cut.

ILY and enjoy 💜✨

Jimin was moving smoothly in front of you, every muscle of his body hitting every stress and release of the music. He was hypnotic. You could have spent hours watching him move. 

It was only partially a physical experience, and conversely, it was mostly a mental, emotional experience. You could feel him move. 

You mirrored his steps clumsily once the chorus hit. He was cute, giggling, fooling around with you. You touched each other carelessly in some sort of childlike game. And once the second verse came on, he switched. 

He was dancing for you.

His movements turned lustful, lazy. He was touching himself the way you touch him, taking more time in a tempo rubato. Slow paced, sultry, prolonging movements past their beat, letting them melt into spaces they shouldn’t. The choreography you’d seen plenty of times, with its sharp accents and crisp lines, was turning into a breathy harmony of blurred lines, of sultry curves. 

While he seemed frustrated and torn on stage, playful and embarrassed on his several tiktoks, and dark, somehow greedy on the Studio Choom final cut, here before your eyes, he was lusty and indulging. He seemed to really give in to every movement, as if allowing himself to be touched, to be moved, to be seduced by his own hands. 

When his hand moved across his ribs on the second chorus, it looked as if he was really caressing himself. He was giving, and giving, blooming under his own palms. 

You wished you could touch him that way, you’d missed him so much. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” you told him, watching him, and watching. You couldn’t stop tracing every line of him with your eyes. The song was ending, and you wanted more. 

He looked in your eyes as silence finally settled in.

“Come,” he said, reaching to you with his hand and dragging you close to him. He made the song restart. 

He took slow steps as he danced close to you, leading you with a hand around your waist, hooking you close to him. 

“Remember our first dance?” you asked him as he leaned close to your mouth. 

He nodded. “Sometimes I think about it, when I struggle finding myself.” 

Longing was like electricity between your lips and his. “Does it… This song…”

“What about it?” he asked.

“No, later…” you said, avoidant. 

“Okay. Later.” He parted from you just to let you hit the chorus. Staring at each other in the mirror, you noticed his hand, moving from his belt loop to his pelvis, suggestive, an innuendo matched by the lowering of his eyelids, his pupils getting darker. 

You were moving, looking at the mirror, but you weren’t looking at yourself. You were rather making eye contact with him, your bodies getting closer once the second verse started, his solo with the dancer — which had felt so wrong when you looked at it on video — changed entirely once he was dancing with you. His hands were all over you, pushing, pulling, desperate. A hand on your thigh, the other carrying your knee closer to his hip, his waist, your pelvis colliding with his in a way that stole your breath and made your torso snap forward, in his hold. Then, he was pushing you back, making you dip low behind you, lowering you to the ground before his body was climbing over yours in wicked seduction. 

And then he stood, moving on with the choreography, leaving you breathless to pick up after yourself. 

The second chorus had no pretense of sobriety, it was loose and lusty and desperate, your hands moving freely over your body in a way that translated much better in your own vocabulary of desire. 

He could read it effortlessly. 

You ditched the plans for the outro just to keep dancing with each other, going back to that night, when breathing the same air, and feeling each other’s skin and looking at the way your bodies moved together never felt enough. 

Your nose was touching his, his hands were spread over your ribs, your legs were complicatedly tangled together and when the music ended this time, neither of you wanted to start again. 

You were both breathing heavily and both your hands felt criminally free, so you grabbed his face and kissed the hell out of him. 

Neither of you was lying when you met passionately, your mouths devouring each other, wet and hungry, his body, electric and strong against yours pushed you towards the mirror, and you wanted, you wanted him so much. 

Words were failing you as you asked, “Gimmie— Please—”

You didn’t know what you wanted, you didn’t know what to beg for. You were only grateful that he wasn’t mocking you for your desperation; infact, apparently he had this renewed purpose ever since he got you back. Since that night, everything was fair game. 

He ruled over you, and he knew it, and he had no other request but having everything he’d missed so dearly. 

“What did you want to say, earlier?” he asked, panting, his voice angelic, aethereal like he’d been while singing. 

“What?” you asked back, confused, dizzy with excitement and need. 

“Earlier. Don’t act like you don’t remember,” he teased you. 

You bit your lip, your body pinned by his own, and mostly by his gaze. 

“There’s something I wanted to ask you. About this song.”

He nodded. The days without you had been delirious. Like some great lie he’d told himself as an excuse to be afraid to stand by your side, to continue staying by your side. He’d tried to rip the band-aid off before you would do it on him. He was about to enlist, and it felt easier, to let you go instead of keeping the both of you chained to a promise that was going to have more downsides than perks. 

But was it worth it?

He’d just caused the both of you the darkest despair, and then the enlistment had been postponed due to the pandemic. And he’d lost you, over nothing. 

“Go ahead, ask me.”

Your eyes were turned down, to the floor. “Did you write this song about someone you saw while we were off?”

He froze in your arms, then caught your chin. Made you look him in the eye. “No, Princess.”

You nodded. 

He hated himself for making you this insecure. How could he? How could he deserve you, after what he’d put you both through? “It’s about the night we met again.”

You found the courage to hold his gaze. 

“At the club. Our eyes met across the room. I kept celebrating with my friend, but— I didn’t last long.” He kissed your chin. “I went home, by myself.” His hand caressed the length of your thigh, the side of it, down to your knee, and picked it up. He wanted you glued to his body permanently. He thought he’d never spent this much time between your legs before, not sexually, nor romantically, and now he craved it continuously. He wanted to take a day off and just lay the closest he can on top of you. “I went home by myself, and I fantasised about what could have happened. If I had had the nerves and if I hadn’t let go of you. Touching you, being inside you, kissing you. Having you all night long. Being yours still, endlessly.”

You traced the lines of his face. You’d had sex in this room before — his small dance room at home — and it had been hot, but now you just wanted the closeness of his bedroom — your shared bedroom, where you had slept together in the past, and now again, found in each other once more. 

“You sure we’re doing this right?” you asked him, combing his hair back while he kissed his way down your neck. Missing you had helped him appreciate some small details of you more, especially the ones he feared forgetting. Little beauty marks, moles, scars; places where your skin felt softer, places where he could touch you innocently and still cause waves of goosebumps over your entire body. Places where the ruthlessness of your body gave way to luscious forests of pleasures, endless deserts of scorching want, rich oceans of admiration, and devotion, and love. 

He liked you rough and reckless and harsh, and he liked where he could find exceptions to that shark character of yours. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I can’t stop wanting you,” he confessed with a giggle, teasing the waistband of your joggers with his eager fingertips. 

You grabbed him sternly by his own waistband, and started pulling him in, twisting the two of you around as you began to walk backward towards the bedroom. 

“Jimin,” you moaned, almost with a hiccup at the way he stole your breath with tiny nips at your throat. 

“Love,” he moaned back at you, and your knees went weak. “Are you gonna give me the night we could have had?”

You purred and bit at the base of his neck. “One day, I will give you all the nights we missed. But tonight we have just tonight, and I’m gonna make the best of it.”

There was a certain power in love refound. It soared in your veins as you undressed him, and it sang in his heartbeat as he did the same to you. 

It was tender and liquid as his fingers caressed your chest with devotion, his eyes caught as if it was the first time still. 

His hips went wild as your hands reached for him, touching him lovingly, unrushed, precise and skilled. He stopped you with a grip around your wrist, just in time to convince you to grind against him, like that first magical, perfect night, when he’d taken and given, and you’d met him, again and again, flowing inside him just as you allowed him inside you. 

Your bodies seemed to perfectly sing to each other, until you couldn’t stand the distance any longer. 

“Can I? Inside?” he asked, so, so gentle. He touched your face as he asked, cupping your cheek, kissing you deep, deeper, his lips sinfully plush, his teeth a harsh and pleasant contrast. 

“Yes, please,” you replied with a breathy, light tone, your words barely loud enough. 

He let himself kiss you deeper — impossibly so — as he grabbed his sex and placed the tip to your entrance, the movement so smooth as he slipped inside you. 

A guttural gasp caught you, but he smoothed it out with a fond galaxy of kisses spread all over your face and chest. 

“I’m so sorry I let you go,” he confessed, catching you in his arms, holding you as tight as he could. He rolled you over so that he was on top, so he could give you a break from all the effort as you’d been grinding on top of him for a solid ten minutes, and your legs had to be tired. 

He could take over, and he wanted to. He needed to make it up to you. 

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t call you out on your bullshit. I’m sorry I didn’t hold you back.” You wanted to keep talking, but he was working you good, and it was hard to find words that made sense. 

“We’re good now,” he hummed. “You’re good now. Am I good to you?”

“You’re just, so good,” you confirmed, adding to it. “You’re fine. You’re perfect. I missed you. This. Us. Sex with you,” it was like you were an avalanche, coming apart with words first, and then your body, gradually getting sloppy, losing control. 

Your hand moved in between your bodies, to the apex of your slit, teasing the sensitive skin there.

He looked at your hand, at your bodies joining. “I missed it too. I missed your body. God, I missed this so much,” he groaned. “I’m gonna—”

“Go,” you reassured him. 

He went wild and there, you followed, your voice hoarse as you cried out his name, your lips parched from the panting, the gasping over every sensation he caused inside your body. 

Once he collapsed on top of you, you just held him there, letting him catch his breath, soothing him with tender strokes of your hand over his body, over his dirty blond hair.

You let him rest inside you, close to you, and confessed. “You know I love you,” you whispered. 

And after some seconds during which you thought he was already asleep, he replied “I love you, too, you know.” And then he added, “Like crazy.”

It made you chuckle, just barely. You nodded to yourself. “Like crazy.”

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[livingformintyoongi1]

The Han Family: Moodboards

Kim Seokjin

Min Yoongi

Jung Hoseok

Kim Namjoon

Park Jimin

Kim Taehyung

Jeon Jungkook

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[bluenpjm]

park jimin's bad decision

❝ bad decisions ㅡ high school au : ̗̀➛ smut + angst + fluff synopsis. there are people who say that high school is one of the best times of your life: where you find your first love, where you might lose your virginity, where you get to go to your first party, where you meet your friends for life. all they ask is that you live day after day, decision after decision… you try your best to avoid bad decisions and deal with your emotions at the same time.

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“Alright, listen up, team,” Jimin’s coach calls out, his voice soft and at the same time determined. The team gathers around, their attention fixed on the man. Jimin felt a surge of anticipation, eager to know what the figure he often looked up to was about to say. 

“You guys have been through thick and thin together,” The coach scanners the faces of his players. “Football is not just a game—it’s about the bonds you forge, the trust you build with your teammates. You’ve experienced victories and defeats together, fought shoulder to shoulder on that field.” 

He paused, taking a moment to let his words sink in. Jimin couldn’t help but reflect on his own journey, the countless hours spent practicing, the things and time he had sacrificed along with his teammates. His thoughts were quick to veer toward his best friend, Taehyung, who had always been there for him, both on and off the field. 

Jimin looked back, facing the bleachers where Taehyung stood. If he hadn’t been so clueless, he would be there, scrabbling on his notebook as he waited for how long it was necessary to hang out even 5 minutes with his best friend after school. 

The coach’s words struck a chord within him, reminding him of the importance of friendship and loyalty. 

“So, as we approach the upcoming games, I want you to think about what it truly means to be a team. To be there for one another, to lift each other up when the weight of the world feels heavy.” 

Jimin bites his lips nervously. The unspoken words and unresolved tension between Taehyung linger in his mind. It had been a week now since his party, and it had also been a week since he last spoke with his friend. He realized it was time to mend what had been broken. 

As the coach concluded his speech, Jimin felt a renewed sense of determination. He knew that true friendship was a precious gift, one that deserved to be cherished and nurtured. With tenancy in his heart, he made a silent promise to visit Taehyung’s house after practice, to bridge the gap that had grown between them and reaffirm the unbreakable bond they had formed. 

He was going to get his best friend back.

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[bts-0t-7]

Breaking Bonds | PJM | Chapter 1

Pair: Fae Jimin x Nymph reader 

Summary: Stripped from your own birthright, you suffer at the hands of your people. But after all, you couldn’t blame them. Having enough, you left in the middle of the snowy days but things didn’t go as you planned. Jimin, pulled by an unspeakable force, ventures out into the blizzard to find a body face-first on the ground. Your love and connection is forbidden - looked down upon. But the both of you are willing to try. However, where there are dreams there are prices to pay. How will the both of you push through? Can the both of you do it?

Genre: Strangers to lovers, fantasy au, Jimin is the CROWN PRINCE (I mean-), angst, kidnapping, smut

WC: 2932

The history of the fae and nymphs - elements that used to live together harmoniously. Like the primary and secondary elements of life and magic, the love between faes and nymphs was sacred - so sacred that only royals had the right to arrange a marriage between their children. 

But hundreds of centuries later, amongst the roots of enmity that were fueled by old grudges and misunderstandings, blew out of proportion and affected many citizens. 

The dark history between them that started was marked by blood in the ledger books. The first is The Great Rift. The conflicts between faes and nymphs are often referred to in this phrase as the powerful fae kingdom taking lands that were traditionally inhabited by the nymphs. Territorial dispute ignited much hostility and opposition. This therefore caused the lack of resources. Both mystical beings relied on the same natural elements to thrive from the magical essence in their forests. 

And within these battles of dominance grew something more than just territory but also magical supremacy. Each mystical being possesses its own unique and elemental powers. As the war grew to a larger scale, betrayals were not able to be prevented. A web of alliances and betrayals intermingle with the supernatural races while leading to mutual distrust. 

The history was marred by not one, not two, but five different wars at different times. Both sides inflicted much suffering on the other. The wars led to untold loss with neither willing to yield. The main lasting repercussions come in, especially in the revised laws that were enacted to prevent any form of interaction or alliance between fae and nymph. Love between individuals of two races was seen as a dangerous threat to the stability of their respective societies.

The history was written in blood and the older generation of both races have a hard time letting go of their prejudices. 

And here lies the snowstorm. 

In the middle of the forest, where the snow blasts down like little chilling knives slicing through your skin and a good three feet of snow -

Your kind were the ice nymphs, once the royal family, now stripped of your title and an outcast amongst your kind. Where the fae folk thrived, you ventured - away from the place you once called home, now a barren room barely the size of a storage room. The scars of the Cold War between the nymphs still lingered, leaving the kingdom in the easy grip of the Lyrin fae.

You kind - the ice nymphs - were rare to come about, each one of your veins flows with the power of winter. In the lores, your kind was told to have a beauty that was like a fragile kind of enchantment, with hair as pale as frost, and skin as delicate as the first snowfall. 

There were only a few times that you have looked in the mirror - countable with five fingers. After your family was stripped of their title, with you accordingly, life was never the same. Your people, with no place to go, lost trust and justice in you. 

Desperation drove her journey as she yearned to escape the dark shadow of your people’s fall that hung over her head like a knife over the bed. Even with the ice in your veins, that winter night, when the biting frost finally embraced you and hunger gnawed at your core, your strength failed. You had pushed yourself as far as you could but as the sun dipped below the horizon, your body could no longer hold you up, giving in to your exhaustion and malnutrition. 

Lying beneath the icy canopy, you were a fragile, half-dead being that is an easy hunt for food for predators living around the area. Your eyes swerved back, trying to calculate how far you might have to go back for shelter. But you didn’t know. 

You had walked without a direction, lost in the depths of the Lyrin forest. Frostbites numbed your limbs and your brain was moving slower from the exhuation. But there it was, amidst the unforgiving cold and darkness, you sensed a presence stirring. 

Your hazed hearing registered the crunch of footsteps in the snow as your blurry vision sent your brain to somebody standing next to you. Your eyes roll around until you have a clearer picture of who it is. A man with dark hair, brown eyes, and plush lips, dressed in regal attire with a crest of the fae kingdom. Lyrin was one of the biggest fae kingdoms and everybody knows their crests. After all, it was them who led the battles many years ago. It was them that inflicted the harm and loss on your people. It was them that had killed the ruling family back then. 

Your family. 

But he wasn’t the one who took the action. No, he was almost as old as you were and then, the both of you were barely kids. 

Prince Jimin, they called him. 

The golden sunlight. 

The crown of Lyrin weighed heavily on his shoulders. He knew the crowning ceremony would be soon, and this winter, he wanted to let go and be just a man until he could no longer. Once he takes over the throne from his father, his duty to serve his country is solely on his shoulders. There was much to do and many things he would like to change, but even as king, these little ideas - as his father likes to call them - had to go through the council. 

And Jimin knows that the old hags would never approve of it. 

It went beyond the revised edition of the old laws. 

To reconcile with the nymphs. 

Jiminhad ventured into the forest today, going around with no direction, guided purely by an inexplicable force. The kingdom, although a realm of enchantment, was deeply tainted by the darkness of its past. If all was silent enough, one could still hear the shrieks and cries of the souls. The darkness had bred a strong sense of hatred and fear between faes and nymphs. Their mating was now an old tale of forbidden love - a story buried deep in history. 

As he ventured further into the woods, he stumbled upon the nymph, your frail form half-buried in the snow. Your beauty, even in your weak state, took the breath right out of his lungs. He recognized you as a nymph with your small frame and pale, white hair. But it wasn’t completely white. It shone like the silvers of the moonlight when light reflected off it. 

But it was when he moved to pick you up that he saw your family’s sigil, now faded from royal to common, that told him - you were no ordinary nymph. As his arms went under the ice, you stirred slightly at the movement. As you opened her eyes, he was completely taken aback by the sheer blue shade of your pupils. 

Even with one foot into the Underworld, you looked ethereal to him. Jimin was snapped out of his daze when your frostbitten lips whispered a plea for help. In that moment, all history and hatred were forgotten. With fae swiftness, he scooped your fragile state - lighter than air - into his arms and covered you with his coat. 

Determined to save her, he summoned a warm breeze that melted the frost from your body and sealed you in a cocoon of warmth. Jimin only dared to start running faster to his horse when colour slowly came back to your lips. Ensuring that you were safely tucked in his arms, Jimin ran back to the castle, fighting against death who wanted to take the girl in his arms. 

As days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. The little nymph’s life continued to hang in the balance and Jimin was a mess. He made every doctor attend to you, pacing around the bedroom day and night. He had caused an uproar in the kingdom when they found out that their crown prince had brought back a nymph - even more than this one that was from the late royal family - and was nursing her back to health. 

His father had threatened to strip him of his title if he did not abandon you. But he could not do it. So it started the feud between father and son, neither backing down. Jimin understood that his late grandfather and his father had a feud among the nymphs, had been the ones who executed them and had been the ones to fight at the front lines. They were the ones who brought Lyrin to what it is today - expanded. But as Jimin studied the history of both parties, he felt a certain connection to the nymphs. 

He did not want to be a ruler where their mystical counterparts would be afraid of them. He did not want to be a ruler like his father - ruling by fear from an iron fist. 

While doctors attended to you, Jimin watched them with sharp eyes, ensuring that none of the doctors would slip anything into your bloodstream. When nothing helped and your state was only getting worse, Jimin grew more and more anxious. He had sifted through books and hunted down the Old Scripts.

He learned that your name was L/N Y/N, the youngest of the last ruling family. Your father had been killed in the war, your mother led you and your siblings to safety but soon after passed due to the broken mate bond. Your siblings were either caught by his father’s cavalry or died of starvation, leaving only you. Your records were still in the kingdom, seemingly down till two days before he met you. That means that you were active in your own kingdom, at your people’s mercy until you left.

He looked back at where you lay still on the bed. 

And if he didn’t find you, you would have probably been dead by now. 

You woke up to the warmth and luxury of a place you had only dreamed of. Your body was still weak and you didn’t know what happened after passing out. Slowly rising to consciousness, you found yourself in a room of blue and white, drapes swinging in the wind. But you registered that the windows weren’t open and the room was cold like… ice?

Winter may be the season but no room was made to stay cold unless the elements of the magicians’ are meant to stay cold. 

Like you.

You curled your fingertips, feeling the soft, silky sheets beneath them. Trying to view the room from your current position - lying flat on the bed with a head that feels as heavy as bricks - you were taken aback by the sheer language it screams. 

Royalty. 

From the materials beneath your body to the furniture displayed, the decorations and architecture of the room, they were all beyond your imagination. You had not stepped into such a room since the battle. As you looked around, you realised the room was not originally made to stay cold. The fireplace seemed to be covered in a layer of dust but the decorations on them were clean. 

And although you knew that this was not your room, the calming temperature felt just like home. But you had not been in a room like this for a very long time. Distantly, you heard the opening and closing of a door. Your eyes immediately shot in the direction of the sound just to find a man already standing beside the bed. 

You were immediately broken out of your thoughts when you realised who it was and where exactly you were. You did not need to open the windows to know - you were on enemy territory. The rulers who killed your family. The rulers who brought demise onto your people. 

But looking at the man, clad in a loose tunic and pants, dark brown hair ruffled in all directions, you couldn’t find yourself to hate him. Even as you knew that he shared the purest blood with the murderer, you knew that he… was just like you. 

A family’s misdoings do not mean a child’s downfall. 

One’s choice does not equal the choice of another. 

You sink deeper into the sheets, holding in your sigh as you close your eyes. 

“Oh!” Your eyes shot open to see the man right in front of you. “Oh, you’re awake! Oh, finally! Wait - wait - let me call the physicians!”

Your brain couldn’t register his words fast enough before you saw his body move so fast it was just a blurry shade running down the stairs. Or maybe it was just your vision that was a little crusty. Rubbing your eyes as you yawned, you got up from the bed. You wouldn’t like to overstay your stay, especially not in a place where your head was on a bounty. 

You had left your kingdom only to be stuck in another. 

Sighing, you looked down to your feet -

Your arms shot to cover your already clothed body. Wait, wait, wait - 

Your hands patted yourself down. You - 

You were changed. 

Your plan to secretly escape was a fail the moment your ears picked up the sound of multiple heavy footsteps coming towards the room. The large doors were banged open, revealing a line of physicians behind the prince. 

“There! There! I told you, she is awake!”

Squinting at the all-to-cheerful sound that the prince makes, the palm of your hands pressed against your ears. 

“Careful, Prince. The Lady just woke up, her senses will be sensitive. You must lower your volume, Prince.”

Sheepish eyes shot at you, a guilty smile lifting the corners of his lips. The physicians fussed you back to bed and ran a thorough check of you, reporting back to the prince whenever they found something. Whether it was something healing or something that needs healing. Over the next few weeks, you realise how persistent and petty the prince can get. 

He would refuse you bites of food if you were to call him by his royal title. He would refuse to help you up from bed, just standing at the corner of the bedpost when you need the restroom, always claiming, “If you aren’t going to help yourself, you don’t get to do your business.”

But you also realise how much he has gone through. As the only child, he was meant to take the throne a couple of weeks before he found you. But he had caused a huge uprising and a big fight with his father. When you were sneaking out one of the nights, Jimin found you during his nightly duties of patrol and whisked you back to the room. 

Although you had left with the intention of Jimin’s life getting back to normal, he has increased your security so that you won’t have much of a chance to run away again. 

Keyword: much. 

You still had your chances and when that came, you took it. You had everything packed and ready, but this time, you left with a note at the bedside table, paired together with a magic-infused healing charm for the man. 

Safe to say, it was a bad idea. 

You knew it was the moment you penned down your goodbyes and gave him the charm. But you didn’t have much on you to give him for thanks other than the occasional swirls of magic in his office. 

Yes, it was a horrible idea - of course it was! You were caught - again. 

This time, Jimin didn’t just leave you back in the room. He was silent the whole time after he found you. The ride back, up the stairs, and even after the both of you entered the room. You saw the note on the bed. 

Jimin’s back was to you. 

“Why - Why would you think that?”

You were taken aback by the tears that streamed down his plum cheeks that you had teasingly squished the past few weeks. Looking down at the note, you felt a pang of… sorrow.

A sorrow that wasn’t yours. It shouldn’t be. “Because it is against the laws.”

“I do not care what the laws claim!”

“I am nobody, Prince. You have a duty to serve your kingdom and its people. I am a princess, stripped of my title, belonging to the very kingdom your father and his father killed through. The very princess that they couldn’t care less before killing off my father on the battlefield.” He couldn’t be yours. He was a prince, deserving of one better than a bond that was looked down upon. 

“My ancestors can go suck their dicks.”

You pulled a face at the crude language. You knew that he would be insisting - you found out that much about him - and you prepared yourself for a situation like this. But your resolve was already crumbling. 

“Prince -”

“Stop, stop! I am yours! Please - I beg of you - stop calling me by my title.”

You sucked in a deep breath. “You are more than your titles. But you are also the light of your people. The only heir to the throne and you will not shove it away just because we are bonded. I refuse.”

“I will lay the world down on your feet for you, please. Do not leave me.” His cries hurt you more than knives and ropes splitting your skin raw. 

“My world is not one you can provide.”

My world is you. 

But you wouldn’t dare say that as you turned your back to him and walked out of the castle, following your original plan in mind.

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[muniimyg]

JUST FRIENDS // PJM

pairing:

jimin + oc

au/genre:

friends to situationship

crush au / non-idol au

sexy vibes, confusion, angst

warnings:

mild hook up scene !!!

The blasting music suddenly mutes as he approaches you. He settles to stand beside you, leaning against the wall with his fingertips lingering awfully close to yours. You hold your breath, beginning to feel overwhelmed with the way he inches closer to you. Your heart pounds louder than the music at this point.

“Let’s get out of here, yeah?” Jimin then nods towards the direction of the bathroom and leaves first. 

Watching him squeeze through the crowd, you attempt to compose yourself.

You wonder if you should just stay here and ditch him. What would he do? Would he react and beg you to be with him? Would he find some other girl to mess with? Would he even care?

It begins to ache.

The way he walks away and turns his head back and mouths out; “you coming?” has your heart aching. How could he be so pretty and mindless? 

As friends, too often do you two argue and fight over the smallest things. Whether it’s about the friendgroup, your jobs, or bad habits—unsettling pride is something you two have in common. Completely ashamed of being seen as the weaker one, you pick fights whenever you can. However, when drunk; it’s a losing battle. 

It’s all so meaningless because it always ends up like this.

You and him but not really.

See, he’d always message you and have these deep intense conversations until 4AM and then ghost you for three weeks. He’s the type to find you at parties and either stick by your side the entire time or get too drunk and swallowed up with his other friends to even remember your name. Jimin is the type to buy you flowers on random days but not even text you “happy valentines day!”

Perhaps it’s all the hot and cold gestures that have you wrapped around his chubby little fingers because it didn’t matter where he was leading you to go… You’d follow him anyway.

“Jimin, w-we can’t—“

He grips your waist tighter, sending shivers down your body. You sharply inhale his scent as he digs his face into the crook of your neck. 

God, you smell so good to him.

“Why not?” he breathes, taking a moment to take in how fucking hard you have him. He’s settled in between your legs as you sit on the sink countertop. His hands were lucky enough to have reunited with your breast tonight, he hopes that the rest of him could say the same. 

“Friends don’t do this,” you pout, feeling the weight of your heart sinking. “They don’t give fuck me eyes to each other. They don’t hide in closets, cars, or bathrooms.. They don’t kiss—”

“Awh, come on, ___. What’s friendship got to do with a little kissing?”

Everything.

You want to scream at him and say everything but nothing comes out. Instead, you blink away and let him kiss you again. Unsure if you’re betraying yourself or him; you give in. This isn’t the first time and certainly not the last… He’s addicting and there’s nothing—no one quite like him.

Jimin has you. There’s no escaping it. You only wish you had him too.

You love his lips and how sweet they feel against yours. Yet, what leaves a bitter taste on your lips is the running thought of;

If we’re fucking, are we just friends?

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[sugarwithtea]

paris in the rain || pjm [1]

pairing : bookstore owner!jimin x fem!reader

genre : angst, fluff, eventual smut, strangers to friends to lovers.

rating : pg-15

series summary : you hadn't expected to run into jimin, an unusually charming guy in the midst of love and peace, in paris. but here you were, falling for a man covered in the smell of old parchment and wine while also recovering from the traumatic experiences of your past. your work stay in paris, which you had took on for a change of atmosphere, changes every nook of your life.

chap word count : 5.7k

chap warnings : swearing.

author's note : okay so its finally here !! ik this one has very less jimin in it but trust me its important to set the mood aagh!! i hope yall enjoy my first series and lmk what yall think about it hehe :)

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city of love by alexi butirskiy

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Walking down the street, you can't feel more ecstatic.

Work had been a bitch lately but your boss did one thing right when she gave you the task of attending some upcoming art exhibitions in Paris, and writing reviews on them for the art section of your magazine. Initially your friend Yoona was also going to accompany you, but soon the plan changed when she was assigned to visit Boseong for the tea plantation's article.

Miranda, your boss has several acquaintances in this city. One of them was going to help and guide you on your three months long stay. The breeze cut through your hair swiftly as the sun slowly started to sink beneath the horizon.

You had asked Taehyung, the said acquaintance, to meet you at the studio apartment you were going to live in, your luggage already there via helpers. Your phone buzzed to indicate a message.

Taehyung (6:02 pm) : the helpers have left and i am at the apartment.

Taehyung (6:02 pm) : it's been half an hour since i have arrived !!

Taehyung (6:03 pm) : where are you?

You (6:03 pm) : omw; I'm walking hehe.

Taehyung (6:03 pm) : seriously?

Taehyung (6:04 pm) : come quickly, it seems like it's going to rain.

You (6:04 pm) : okay, mom.

You stuff your phone back in your coat pocket and look around in awe. You had met Taehyung twice before, once when he had come to Seoul to curate some pieces for the museum he works for, and again when you both ran into each other in Japan. You were there with your company, to cover a highly anticipated gallery opening, and him as a mere spectator.

Assumably, you had shown him around Seoul for a week or so, when he was there and so, he thought it would be best if he could return the favour when you were in his city. Thus, calling him a friend would be better than calling him Miranda's acquaintance.

The sky turns a weird mix of pink, golden and grey as you turn the corner to a buzzing street. The first thing that caught your eye was the head of the Eiffel tower peeking from between two buildings and lush green trees. The setting sun casted a soft lustre upon its form and the tower looked as loving as ever.

A feeling struck your heart, ever so lonely, ever so loveless, ever so gloomy. Maybe, it was one of the reasons you agreed to come here, to heal what was broken, in a way yet, unlovable.

When you glanced at the tower's iron structure, you saw what it reflected, the city's love and a hidden form of something unexpected, misery. You relate to it. An embodiment of love, filled with eternal misery.

People loved to call you friendly, a person who could attract peers and enemies alike, easily. An everlasting smile etched on your features, always announced your presence to everyone before you could officially do it. Little did they know, or noticed but never acknowledged, that your smile never reached your eyes, lingering at your cheekbones, drowning itself in the dark circles marked underneath your eyes, if ever so lightly.

Your eyes bounce off the structure and rake your surroundings, pausing on a peculiar sign, upholstered above a small shop with no exterior decorations except for a faded poster of a bestseller book and a small open sign hanging in the glass of its brown, shabby door. The shop had none of those tell-tale ground to ceiling glass windows. Instead, old, paneled walls are taking their place.

'MIMI'S DREAM'

The sign mentioned the aforementioned words in faded cursive letters.

All the other shops in the neighborhood were decorated impressively, to attract the people. They were cleaned and maintained, giving off the vintage vibes, but still fancy.

Mimi's Dream was none of the above. It was shabby, old and gave no efforts to attract people. The door was almost hidden between the glamour of the shops next to it. An odd sight, indeed, amongst the splendor of the street overlooked by the wonder of the city.

Your pace faltered as you neared it. An unmistakable scent of coffee and old parchment filled your senses and you paused right outside the door, weighing the options of stepping inside or stepping away. The only thing visible from the small glass partition on the door was a small desk pushed up against a shelf overflowing with books.

A mop of blonde hair kept on moving at the edge of the desk. The person, whose hair they were, was crouched down behind the desk, so you could only see the top of their head, which kept on shuffling here and there. Rest of the interior was mediocre, some of the shelves were dust-laden to be honest.

The option of stepping inside weighed more on your balancing pan and thus you moved forward to push open the door when a buzzing sound stopped you.

Taehyung could have not chosen a better time to call you.

He greets you with a shout in normal Taehyung manner.

"Where the fuck are you?"

"Outside Mimi's Dream."

"Outside what now?"

"It's a bookstore, Tae. What do you want?"

"You. I have places to be, Y/N. Cut the tour short and get your ass here."

He sounded livid, so fucking livid.

And, you? You were now scared for life.

In all these peculiar sights you forgot the most peculiar man ever. Him waiting for you, at your apartment had slipped your mind completely. You mumble a small 'sorry' and dash from the place towards your apartment as the gray clouds started covering the sky above you.

It was a mess.

Your apartment was a mess.

And amidst the mess, was standing Taehyung, his hair equally messy and eyes shooting daggers at you. Even though the daggers were blocked by the numerous cardboard boxes standing tall between him and the door, with him visible only slightly, his fury was well translated to you.

You picked up the small boxes at your feet, set them aside and started heading towards death personified. He was not even speaking anything, just looking at you with the expression your mom gave you when she found out you tried smoking weed. Your mom had also stared at you wordlessly, Taehyung putting you in a similar situation.

As you stood in front of him, face to face, your eyes cast down, though, he squinted his eyes at you and opened his mouth to tell you off. But, he stopped midway, snapped his mouth shut, shook his head and turned around, realizing you were already quite the disappointment for him to sour his tongue up with the words he was going to say.

Even though you knew the reason for his anger, you couldn't stop your mouth from acting up.

"What?" you spat as he faced his back to you, trying to navigate his way around your dumping ground.

"Nothing. I decided that murdering you is not worth the jail time." he said and sat down on a box, giving up his thought of going deeper in your house.

"Okay I'm sorry."

"What were you even doing for a whole hour? The route from the airport is straight and like ten minutes away on foot!" he prodded and you looked everywhere but him.

What were you going to say? A poorly decorated bookstore caught your eye and you were gathering the courage to step inside it? No thanks, you'd rather save yourself from the embarrassment. Lying always seemed like the best option for you anyway, so why not go with it.

"I thought I'd take a look around the neighborhood." you murmured, your feet being the most interesting for you at that moment.

"When I was waiting for you at this shithole?"

"I said I'm sorry. I didn't know I'd get too caught up!" you knew you were being inconsiderate but the look on his face almost made you laugh out loud.

He breathed anger, trying to subdue it by taking deep breaths. One thing you knew, you needed to make it up to him later, in some way or other as this was totally your fault.

You went forward to hug him and wrapping your arms around his torso, you mumbled into his chest

"Listen, I am so sorry, genuinely. I just got distracted by this beautiful city you live in. I promise I will make it up to you later as you had to give up your time doing nothing because of me."

"How?"

"Huh?" you looked up to him, your chin on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tighter.

"How are you gonna make it up to me?" a sly smile on his lips.

"Um, however you ask me to."

"I am going on a date with my girlfriend next week."

"Congratulations?"

"You'll be the one paying for it."

"Fuck no." you free yourself from his grasp and take a step back.

"Well then, okay. Have fun living in this city without any friends. Have fun learning French. Have fun with loneliness." he said and started moving towards the door, his lips still set in a wide ass grin.

You fucked up pretty well this time. There was no way you were going to let him go, leaving yourself to explore this city alone. He knew that, that bastard.

The only concern now on your mind was, where were he and her girlfriend going to, for a date. Knowing Taehyung, he'll probably choose some expensive place just to annoy you.

You rush towards him and quickly hold his wrist, almost tripping over a lone object on the floor.

"I'll do it."

His eyes sparkle with mischief as he looks down at you and nods his head in a way of saying, 'told you so.'

"Where are you guys going?"

"I'll let you know in three days, by Friday."

Prick. He has planned his date a week prior. It has to be something extravagant, given his expressions. You wish you don't have to spend way more than you can, you can't afford giving up a chunk of it on an unnecessary date in your first week in the city.

"You have not yet decided, have you?" you squint your eyes at him, trying your best so that he'll slip up the answer.

"Oh you'll be surprised to know that I have it all planned out. Just not for you to know yet, darling."

"Whatever." you huff and set yourself to work, him helping you around the house to arrange your stuff and settle down quickly.

Two hours later you plop yourself down on the couch now in your living room and not in a bubble wrap against the window.

"Food, food, food." Taehyung mumbles as he sits down beside you.

"Wait, I'm ordering something."

"No, there's a place down the street, it sells amazing fried chicken. I wanna eat that."

"So we are going there? You can't even stand properly Tae, how do you have the energy to walk down the street?"

"Not we, you."

"What?"

"They don't do deliveries, but they do pick ups."

You just cock an eyebrow at him without saying anything.

"What? Don't look at me like that. This is your house, it's your duty to feed your guest. And, I can wait here now, given that I have this whole couch to myself." and he proceeds to rest his head on the armrest and kicks his legs in your lap as you shrug them off almost immediately and stand up to collect your wallet.

You don't have the energy to argue with him and somewhere you still feel guilty for making him wait, though you should not as you're gonna pay for it, but you still do. That's why you proceed to do as he says.

"You are going to pay for all your sins." you grit through your teeth and dash out.

The streetlights adorned the street giving it the look of a pearl necklace. 

The place Taehyung had mentioned was just five minutes away and you started trudging towards it in a slow walk as soon as you exited your building. Rounding a corner, you once again came in front of the familiar, peculiar store.

The lights outside were dim and you wanted to get a peek inside but you thought better as a previously disappointed man is already waiting for you. Still, a small smile plays on your lips as you walk past the door.

You glaze your eyes around yourself and once again delve into the feeling from before that day. You felt the hole all too well, but something told you the chatter and air of this city would help you in filling it up.

So indulged in your thoughts, you don't watch your way and bump into a wall. A soft wall. Wait, a moving wall.

Oh my god it was a person, very much alive, moving and soft.

You lose your footing and stumble back, your eyes closing for a fleeting second as you steady yourself. A soft thud follows your collision, the person dropping someone their belongings. Your face turns in a grimace as a shrill gasp leaves your mouth. The only thing then audible is a string of timid 'sorry' in a voice dipped in honey, garnished with crumbles but oh so sweet.

You open your eyes and cast your sight downwards, just to be met with a mop of blonde hair, crouching at your feet and collecting his books.

Mimi's Dream, the only thing that flashes your mind as soon as you see the all too familiar sight. He stands up, towering an inch or two above you and oh boy were you not ready for it.

He was beautiful. In a, sweep you off your feet at the first sight, kind of beautiful. His round cheeks and plump lips catch your attention. As you take his appearance in, his lips break into a shy smile, his eyes crinkling in the process.

Two crescent like eyes, with lashes dipped in night, his appearance was similar to that of a blonde Adonis. With high cheekbones and a sharp jawline, set on a pretty neck, he was too much to look at.

He handles some books in his hand and when looks at you staring at him, clears his throat, the shy smile still tugging at his lips. You soon look away and bow down, mumbling a small,

"I am sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going."

"Oh no, I am sorry. It was my fault too." he lets his voice ring in your ears softly as you meet his almost hidden eyes, due to his smile and slightly puffed, pink cheeks, due to the cold.

You let out a light chuckle with a shy it's okay and continue to stand there weirdly when he decides to break the awkward silence.

"You're a foreigner."

Your accent might have given you away or the fact that you chose to speak English instead of French for someone in Paris. Even though he looks Asian, you can never be so sure if he was brought up here or had immigrated, like you.

"Yes, I'm from Korea."

His widened eyes and the glimmer in them confirmed your assumption as he starts way too excitedly,

"Really? I am from Korea too."

Before you can even muster up a reply, a distant voice ringed in your ears.

"Jimin!" shouted a man from a few places behind you.

You swiftly turn around to look at a lean man with platinum blonde hair frayed over his forehead and lips formed into a sort of triangle. He was handsome, insanely so. You couldn't help but just stare at him. He wore printed baggy jeans and an oversized multi colored shirt, a stark contrast from the man you just bumped into.

"Yeah?" the man behind you, who you now assume is Jimin, quips with a tired voice. As if all he wanted now was to crash in his bed and not bear another second of the world moving around him.

"I'm hungry, man. Bring the books in quickly so we can eat."

"Uh, yes coming." Jimin grunts and looks at the back of your head. His stare burns the back of your head and you whip it around to look at him.

"It was nice meeting you, " he raises his eyebrows expectantly, with the softness of the freshly bloomed buds and extends a hand towards you.

"Y/N."

"Jimin." He smiles bashfully and grasps your hand in a gentle hold before letting it go and using it to better hold the books he was comically balancing with a single hand. You both giggle at the same time.

"It was nice meeting you too, Jimin." you speak and part your ways with no more words, just smiles and glances.

"Sorry once again." he calls out as you reach the corner.

"Likewise, Jimin." you quip back and turn around to find him walking backwards towards his shop, looking at you. You laugh again, "Now, go."

And with that, you disappear round the corner.

Lately Taehyung's been a little off.

You can't put a finger on the long list of reasons you have for his grumpiness. He is what you'd like to call a drama queen, over enthusiastic and overdramatic. There could've been complications at work, he could've been low by you bailing out on him constantly, maybe there's trouble in paradise, or maybe it's just one of his moods.

It had almost been a week since your arrival and you were rushing around, trying to settle yourself and your stuff in the new city. It had been overwhelming for you initially, especially when you realised many people did not speak English, and not everything was as romanticized as the books and the movies. So you were thankful when your neighbour Lily helped you out.

It had been so hectic that you were not able to meet Taehyung for almost a week. He had been trying to come up with plans to give you a tour of the city, the museums, the landmarks, the galleries, the cafes, the clubs, everything. But you were always cancelling on him due to your weary state, resorting to watching Netflix and eating to your heart's content whenever you even got an ounce of leisure time.

As a result, the man was now in one of his dramatic moods.

You were almost settled down, almost being the key word. So you decide to ask him to hangout with you. After all, he is the only one you know in this new world.

You (10:26 am) : hi. wanna hangout later?

Taehyung (10:31 am) : did the sun rise from the west today?

You (10:33 am) : shut up or I'm taking my words back.

Taehyung (10:33 am) : okay okay, sorry.

Taehyung (10:34 am) : and yes, I'd like to hangout with you, your majesty.

You (10:34 am) : my place?

Taehyung (10:35 am) : lmao no

You (10:35 am) : yours?

Taehyung (10:36 am) : be ready at 6. i'll pick u up

You (10:36 am) : and take me to?

Taehyung (10:36 am) : hell

You (10:36 am) : bitch?????

Taehyung (10:37 am) : relax, don't you believe me?

You (10:37 am) : um, no?

Taehyung (10:37 am) : good 😂

Taehyung (10:37 am) : anyways. don't cancel tonight.

You (10:38 am) : 👍🏻😒

These were the reasons why you were always scared to agree to any of his shenanigans. Always vague and increasing your nervousness, as well as dying curiosity. But at this point, you brought this upon yourself and you have to roll on with his antiques with a grudging smile.

You set your phone down on the kitchen counter and walk to the balcony of your bedroom, past your perfectly set up living area.

Your apartment had the classic, minimalistic design. A cream couch adorned the living room with a wooden coffee table and potted plants sitting atop the stools in the corner, with varying heights. A small bookshelf was pushed up against the wall and a loveseat was placed beside the window. It was small, but lovely.

Your eyes rake the expanse of the street visible from the small balcony. It was still the start of the day and people were rushing about with their morning caffeine clutched tightly in their hand and eyes cast low. Some were the exception and occasionally glanced about to absorb their surroundings or just strike up a chat with someone they know. It was a relief to see the life in the city move similarly to the one back home, yet differently.

While trying to take in the morning view from your apartment, your eyes once again fall on a particular blonde wandering the streets with his head low and hands tucked in the pockets of his trench coat. Your eyes follow his figure as he makes his way till a corner and then turns, hiding behind the blocks of buildings.

Jimin was a stranger. You knew nothing about him but his name and the place he worked at, the bookstore. Still, he kept on visiting your mind at random hours, for reasons unknown.

Your highschool friend, Gina always used to say that you thought about absurd things, your curiosity working it's way towards topics you have no relation to, at all. She was true, ofcourse. For right now your mind was running circles around only one person, Jimin. You were charmed by his presence. You died to know more about him. You died to look at him again. And you still don't know why you gulped down your coffee hastily, changed into a presentable pair of clothes, put on your coat, grabbed your keys and left your apartment.

You might reason it as the dire need to get some books.

The overhead bell rings as you set foot inside the shop and a smiling face looks up at you from behind the counter.

He is not Jimin.

But you are very much welcomed by him.

"Hello." he speaks in a chirpy tone and you can't stop the smile etching itself slowly on your face.

"Hey." you respond and gingerly make your way towards him.

He was dressed differently today, yet so similar, donning a black sweatshirt with a big smiley on it and his platinum blonde hair still frayed at his forehead, this time his lips in a heart shaped smile instead of a triangle. His radiance bounces off the shelves filled with books, him standing out against the vintage, old backdrop of the shop.

"Good morning. I am Hoseok."

You just smile at him without giving him your name, too lost to even return the act of kindness.

"What can I help you with?" he asks, softly, to gain your attention which he realizes he might have lost.

Your mind goes blank. You had not thought that to enter a bookstore, you'll need to have an excuse. You can't walk in there without any motive. In your panic, you say the first name that comes to your mind.

"Fitzgerald."

"Ah, classic." he says with the same, kind expression and you almost sigh with relief.

His eyes glide over your surroundings and stop at a corner which makes you whip your head towards it.

It was a mess, the shelves overflowing with old hardcovers with a passage between two such tall ones. A stack of books was placed at the end of the short partition, up against the wall with some stray pages covering the ground beside it. A wooden plaque with the sign 'Fiction' hung at the entrance.

Hoseok walks over to the corner and you follow him, spellbound by the sight in front of you.

You loved books. You loved the fact that there is a form of escapism so unreal, yet so real. The prints on paper bound by hardcovers or another layer of paper give you a sense of comfort hardly anyone could provide. The life you had lived was short compared to the ones your mind, your heart had lived. It was singular, it was just one. The ones lived by your heart were multiple, they took up small places in your existence and shaped you for the singular one you had to live. Your eyes read things your life couldn't display to you in its entirety of twenty five years. You eyes read things which taught you lessons your people couldn't teach you in the entirety of your twenty five years.

You close your eyes for a fleeting second and inhale the scent of parchment rolling off of fresh coffee. You open them with a forever smile marking your features.

"You'll definitely find him somewhere over here."

You snap out of your trance at Hoseok's words and look at him smiling at you.

"Ah, thankyou. I actually moved in recently and wanted to fill my shelves with some of my faves which I had to leave at home."

His face lights up at your words.

"How's the city treating you?"

"Like it has known me for years."

"Really?"

"No."

You both laugh at him seeing right through you at your half ass lie. Of course you have loved this city, but you are still adjusting to its glamour, to its reputation. You can't say it's been treating you like an old friend, but it is definitely trying to accommodate you well.

"It's good though. I am still navigating my way through the 'parisian' lifestyle." you make air quotes around Parisian and Hoseok snickers.

"Nothing extraordinary about that. I know you'll fit in well."

"Thank you so much." and you realize you never gave him your name.

"I am Y/N, by the way."

"Nice to meet you." he shakes your extended hand and turns towards the aisle of books in front of you.

"As I said, you must find him somewhere over here. I normally would have been able to find it out for you but Jimin recently rearranged the shelves." he says with a dent between his eyebrows and a disappointing voice, "without letting me know."

At his mention your ears perk up like a dog hearing his owner call him.

"Your co-worker?"

"More like my boss but yeah."

"Oh so this is his shop?"

"Yes, it was his grandfather's. Then his father's. And now he handles it." Hoseok looks at you with a soft glint in his eyes, as if reminiscing the days when Jimin's father used to run the store.

"Wow." is the only word you are able to conjure. This store is really vintage, it holds years of history and three generations have adored it.

"It's incredible." you look around the area in awe of it.

The interior is quite what you might have imagined it to have. The old wooden panels and worn off paint decorating its walls alluded to the overall vibe of the shop. There were numerous aisles in front of you, eac one of them had its genre mentioned on a plaque hanging at its entrance. The shelves lining the walls were adorned with statues made with alabaster or marble, displaying Greek gods and replicas of some famous pieces from the 14th century. There were blown off candles hurdled in a corner and hanging lights from the ceiling casted an incandescent glow all over the floor.

Hoseok claps his hands while looking at his desk and you immediately give him your attention.

"Okay so I'll be at the desk sorting some things out. If you need any help, just call out my name, okay?"

"Okay."

A thought suddenly strikes your mind and you turn on your heels to witness a departing Hoseok and call out to him.

"Yeah?"

"Has the name always been the same?"

He smiles and you both know the name you are talking about. A knowing look comes over his face and he raises his eyebrows a little bit.

"No, they changed it." he says and prances off casually as you wonder what might have been the shop's original name then.

When Hoseok said you'll find Fitzgerald somewhere among these shelves, he might have not mulled over the possibility that maybe you won't. Even though the thought was impulsive when you had spoken it out loud for him, you realized you really needed Gatsby and Benjamin Button to have a place on your shelf.

You had skimmed through the shelves, rather thoroughly and had failed to locate the books sitting atop them. You did find a lot of other books which always had a corner in your heart and as you moved about the aisle with the likes of Jane Austen, Orwell, Tolstoy, you wondered if you'd even find Fitzgerald among them.

You move towards the section which displays a set of books which were not dust ridden or had slightly worn off covers like the others. These had immaculately illustrated covers which used modern graphics and you know you have ventured into an area where your quest had the highest chances of failure.

Your eye catches the faded 'Romance' scribbled onto the side of a shelf and you run a finger over it, smiling at the thought that years ago a couple would have wrote it over there, or maybe the previous owners used less expensive methods of indication for the readers.

Raking your eyes over the shelves, you quickly grab a copy of One Last Stop with your free hand as you are yet to read it.

"Hoseok?" you call out and the reply is almost immediate.

"Yeah?"

"Help me, I can't find those books." you say and a soft padding sound follows as you hear his footsteps advancing towards you. He appears beside you at the end of the aisle.

"I swear to god I am going to fire Jimin."

"Yeah well good luck with that but I really can't find Fitzgerald anywhere over here." you laugh with him and both of you start your search again.

Amidst it, you try to glance out of the door and see rain pouring heavily and partially disrupting the morning buzz of the roads and adding to the eerie, peaceful vibe of the store.

Hoseok searches through the top shelves and you go through the bottom ones, removing the books and readjusting them. A while passes and almost all the books have been readjusted but your treasure hunt still didn't have any direction.

"Now only he can help you find it." Hoseok says and plops down on the floor with crossed legs and a tired stance.

"God?" you chuckle and follow suit.

"No such luck. It's just Jimin." he sighs and looks at you with his lips curved in apology and you smile a little at him.

"I am sorry this was such a mess. I swear we are better on other days."

"I am sure about that. It's just not our day today." you say and pat his arm encouragingly.

He studies you with an unreadable expression and you feel a silence sit around the both of you, comfortable enough for you to prop your chin on your folded knees pulled to your chest.

You were alone with a stranger but the rain sounds and the calm morning gave you comfort which was hard to achieve in the rush of moving in and settling down. You close your eyes for a second and realize you'll need to head home soon. Opening them with a groan you move your legs to break the peace.

"Aren't you waiting till he returns? He will be back soon."

"I want to, but I can't. I have to run some errands."

His lips form a triangle as you stand up and pat your butt to get rid of seemingly nothing. As soon as you pick up your phone which was out on the floor, the door opens, ringing the bell violently and in walks a very drenched Jimin.

"One more hour of this rain and we'll have to use boats to navigate the city." he grumbles, rather loudly and Hoseok slowly stands up as you just stare at him wide eyed.

He is wearing the same outfit you saw him in from your balcony, except his coat and hair are wet and his face carries an annoyed expression. Hoseok walks towards him with missiles to shoot instead of words.

"Boss, can you please kindly let me know where the fuck did you keep Fitzgerald after your impromptu rearrangement?" he asks with a sickly sweet smile which soon transforms into a sour face and you suppress a giggle at the look of pure horror on Jimin's face at Hoseok's sudden outburst.

He takes a second to contemplate his words and when he realizes, you watch his eyes turn into small crescents and cheeks puff up with a smile.

"Oh I have kept them in the inventory area."

"But they were old?"

"I know." and he gives no further explanation for his odd behaviour and walks up to a door at the back of the store you were just now discovering.

You and Hoseok look at each other, then at the door he disappeared to, then again at each other, trying to make sense but failing nevertheless. He returns a minute letter with a stack of books in his hands and comes to a halt in front of Hoseok while humming an old Polish tune.

It's then that he realizes of your presence in the store and turns his head towards you. Your eye catches his movement, mainly because you were staring at only him and he locks his eyes with yours.

His face changes demeanor and the nonchalant expression morphs into that of surprise, his eyes widening and body straightening up with an amused yet joyful small smile.

Hoseok looks between him and you and before he can open his mouth to ask the obvious question, Jimin speaks up.

"Y/N?"

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Betrayal : drabble

Jimin x reader

(Slightly yandere)

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You knew it was a bad idea going back to Jimin but his is the first name that pops into your mind when your friends ditch you.

You shouldn't have been surprised.

You had helped prepare for your friends boyfriend's gift along with your other friends. So why did they get a birthday treat and not you.

You had come across the post on social media and felt the tears escape before you knew it. Were you such an easy use and throw.

Why couldn't you become a person who'd use and throw. People were so ungrateful and uncaring and you felt so dumb.

Jimin too had seemed nice until he'd said something that threw you off. Still sometimes people said stupid things you needed to learn to take everything with a grain of salt.

When Jimin spots you, happiness spreads across his limbs. That is until he notices your swollen eyes.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" He asks choosing to sit close to you.

"I feel terrible. I .." You stop.

"Sweetheart Did someone do something?"

You explain your situation. He listens attentively.

"Sweetie no. They're dumb for ignoring such a precious person." He says.

You feel better having him by your side.

He orders your favourite dessert.

"Do you like this too? It's my favourite." You tell him.

He smiles at you, his eye smile melting your heart.

"I have an idea." He says.

"What?" You ask.

"Post a picture with me. That way they'll know they're not the only ones you have."

Inside Jimin is pleased. Your friends made it too easy for him.

He didn't even have to get his hands dirty.

What a shame. Since he liked getting them dirty.

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poly!maknae line x fem!reader

genre: SMUT. Like SO MUCH of it. They’re all fuckin’. Porn with very little plot tbh

word count: 8.3k

summary: having gone years since your last real relationship and subsequent satisfying fuck, you decide its finally time to put yourself back out there at the club. For some reason, this club is full of sexy men-who all happen to be taken. As soon as you’re about to give up on men for the rest of your life, your night takes an extremely lucky turn. 

warnings: swearing, dom!maknae line x sub!reader, reader experiences some self-doubt, boys are poly and all in love with each other, use of pet names, name calling but y/n is into it, specific smut warnings: unprotected sex (simply don’t do this irl please), oral (male and female receiving), some mxm, face fucking, spit, spanking, praise kink and degradation kink at the same time, maknae line are fucking hung, dacryphilia (but very slight), double penetration, Taehyung loves readers tits, bi!maknae line, cum eating

an: I don’t proofread so if there are typos that’s why. As always, this is mature content so if you are under 18 and/or uncomfortable then please do not go beyond the cut! 

“You should really go catch a dick. Maybe that would make you less of a bitch.” The teenager pops her gum as she leaves, a loud complaint about ‘shitty customer service’ spilling to her friends as soon as she catches their gaze. 

As much as the girl was annoying-demanding a refund for a dress that had clearly been worn-her words did hold a small modicum of truth. How long had it been since you even had a satisfactory hookup? Your last long term relationship fizzled out about 2 years ago, and a few months after that you gave up on the dating scene altogether. There’s no denying the fact that you’re a bit lonely, and a lot horny, and that there’s an easy way to fix those problems if you’re just willing to put in some effort.

So you find yourself at a club for the first time in probably four years, the bass pulsing through the sticky wooden floors. A group of giggling girls pushes past you, forcing your body further into the writhing mass of dancing bodies. Your heels pinched your feet as you walked, but they made your legs look good, so you soldier through the pain to make it to the bar. The prices make you cringe, but you haven’t flirted with anyone in so long you need the liquid courage. You order two drinks, intent on sitting at the bar to get your bearings before going to well, catch a dick. The height of the stool makes you struggle to get into it, extremely out of practice when it comes to balancing in heels. The chair shakes under you as you try to settle into it, finally planting your ass down ungracefully. You puff out a breath, already feeling downtrodden about the night and looking forward to swallowing down the alcohol set in front of you. Just as you gather one of the glasses into your hand, a voice sounds from your side. 

“Excuse me, uhm,” you turn toward the source of the noise and thank the heavens you’re already sitting down. The man speaking to you is tall and built in all the right places, strong shoulders you want to sink your teeth into drawing your eyes upward until you reach his defined jawline, the plump of his pink lips that stretch into a boxed smile. His body is wrapped in a simple black button up with a subtle pattern, leaving only the top button undone to give you a glimpse of smooth skin and a chunky gold chain around his neck. Devastatingly handsome brown eyes peer down at you and you wonder when you got so fucking lucky. He seems to be alone, this perfect man, and he started a conversation with you?

He licks his lips, eyes darting pointedly down to your cleavage-thank god you chose this low cut dress- and then back up to meet your gaze. Sparks of excitement thrum over your body as he leans against the bar beside you. 

“Can I ask you what you’re drinking? It looks quite...delicious.” The deep timbre of his voice burns you from the inside out and you nod dumbly.

“They’re called electric lemonades. They’re definitely among the things I find...delicious.” You hope that you haven’t completely missed the mark in attempting to flirt back. In a different setting you would have cringed at the words, but tonight you were operating only on the desire to get fucked. The man cracks a smile and extends a hand your way. His fingers are long and adorned with rings, and you shudder at the thought of how they would probably feel inside of you. 

“I’m Taehyung,” he adds as you shake his hand. “And thank you for the recommendation...” he looks at you pointedly and you get the hint to provide your name. The feeling of his warm hand makes your voice waver as you answer him. 

“Thank you, Y/N” His hand ghosts up your wrist, giving it a small squeeze and holding on as he grabs the bartenders attention. Your heart is thrumming erratically; trying to decipher what the contact means, if your night was really going to be this easy. He turns back to you, fingers dancing on your delicate skin as you catch a whiff of what must be expensive cologne. Your head fills with lust, abandoning rational thoughts as words bubble out of you. 

���You, I think you’re-” Taehyung smirks at your stuttering, cocking his head to the side as you speak. “I think you’re really hot, and I- do you wanna get out of here?” You blurt, face flaming at the cliche you resorted to in the heat of the moment. Taehyung’s smirk morphs into a full blown smile, pearly white teeth on display. 

“Oh, Y/N. I would love to, but I’m actually-” His eyes slide over your head, gaze locking onto something, someone, behind him. Your heart stops, world crashing  in on you from overhead. 

“Oh god, no, I’m so sorry,” you scramble out of his grip on your wrist, all but leaping off of the stool to get away from him. His handsome face twists in what must be disgust of your desperation. 

“Y/N, wait, you don’t have to-” He speaks after you as you leave, drinks latched between your palms as you hurry away from the bar, desperate to find a new spot to sit and collect your mind. 

As busy as the club seems to be, you find a small booth table squeezed toward the service door that leads into the kitchen. It’s dark and secluded, the leather of the seat smooth and cold against the bare skin of your thighs. Heat still simmers at your core from your encounter, and you down an entire drink in a few gulps, welcoming the burn of vodka and sting of sour lemon juice to wash away the embarrassment of being rejected. Still, there were a lot of people here, and although you doubted you would find another as hot and captivating as Taehyung, you weren’t ready to give up just yet.

“I told you I don’t have time to talk right now!” You jump at the person who seemed to have materialized from thin air sitting at the other end of your booth. His hair is shaggy, pieces hanging around his eyes in a tantalizing fashion, the beginnings of a mullet type style evident by the long cut.  His short sleeved shirt shows off an arm of impressive tattoos you’re desperate to have a closer look at. 

“Holy shit!” You exclaim, hand clasping over your chest as your empty glass clinks against the full one. You don’t think he even heard you, dark eyebrows furrowed as he presses his phone against his ear. His free hand is digging harshly into his thigh, clearly annoyed at whoever was on the other end of the call. 

He glances your way at the outburst, a frown marring his handsome features. Your stomach dives as you process just how handsome this stranger is too. Did all the hot men in the area flock to this club tonight? His eyes don’t leave yours as he finishes up the call with a curt goodbye and you squirm in your seat at the attention. The desire to down your second drink burns in the back of your throat but you suppress it by scratching at the back of your hand. 

“I’m sorry if I scared you,” the man speaks and you catch a glimpse of his shining lip piercing. He extends a veiny, tattoo covered-hand across the table and you catch a glimpse of a delicate sliver chain around his wrist that likely costs more than five months’ worth of your rent. You extend your hand slowly to his own, hoping he can’t feel the way your hands are clamming up. 

“Jungkook.” He states simply, shaking your hand two times before dropping it gently back to the table with a deceptively adorable smile.

“Oh, hi. I’m Y/N. And it’s okay, really. I just didn’t notice you were here when I sat down...” His piercing eyes are still stuck on your form, eyebrows quirked in what now looks more like amusement. Your face flushes at his attention and you're worried that the heat will begin to melt your makeup off unintentionally. “I just, ah, hope that you’re okay. That sounded like an intense call?” 

He grunts, fiddling with the bracelet. “Been on worse calls. And at least this one brought me some good fortune.” For a moment you assume he means whatever business he must be in, but the way he licks his lips tells you a whole different story. You squirm, in utter shock at the way your evening has shaped up. “M-me?” You finally stutter, once again proving why you hadn’t been in the game for a long, long time. 

Jungkook’s eyes scan you, crinkling with a genuine smile that makes your stomach backflip. The hand you shook previously takes your own again, running a gentle line over your palm.  “Yes, you, pretty. Don’t know why you’ve secluded yourself to the furthest booth in the bar, but I won’t complain if it means I get to be the one to entertain you.” He cocks his head in a way that has no right being so attractive, and you feel your insides start to liquify. 

“Oh, thank you. I think you’re pretty too...” you deliberately dance your fingertips over his, hoping the teasing touch does a lot of talking for you. Jungkook’s eyes narrow in on the gesture, glazing over with what you believe is lust. Your heart kicks up in excitement, feeling like you had finally cracked the proverbial code. His grin widens and you feel your heart stutter at the way he suddenly grasps your hand between both of his own. “The things I would do to you, if only...” his face shifts, and you’ve done enough time in customer service to know it’s a look of disappointment. A shard of sadness strikes right through you as you wiggle out of his grip, quickly grasping your drink and downing it ungracefully in an attempt to wipe out the shame in your gut. You vaguely register Jungkook’s voice calling after you, but you power towards the dance floor, hoping to get lost in the press of sweaty bodies. 

Alcohol and embarrassment are an interesting comorbidity, and the ache to get away from the gazes of the two men you had already met persuades you to weave further into the dance floor. You don’t know the lyrics to the song that’s playing but the beat vibrates through the floor and straight into your blood, encouraging you to rock your hips. You’re vaguely aware of the heat of bodies around you as your eyes slip shut, vodka finally doing the job you wanted it to. Something loosens in your chest, a feeling not unlike taking off your bra at the end of a long day. A body presses in close behind your own, a hand skating over your side to rest just above your hip. The two of you rock along to the music and you look down to see the hand on you looks strong and capable. Your heart and pussy lurch at the same time and you dare to spin around as you rock your hips to the music. 

The man attached to the hand had to have just walked off of a runway. His eyes are rimmed in smoky eyeliner, even with his plump bottom lip trapped between his teeth you can see a hint of gloss. His hand tightens on your waist, seemingly pleased with your ogling. You lean closer to his warmth, linking your arms around his neck to pull him down to your height. He takes the bait easily, slotting his head next to your neck and ghosting a hot breath over your skin. A shiver escapes you, exasperated as the music changes and the man makes a point to press his hips forward into your own. An unbidden groan slips from between your lips and you swear you hear him chuckle. 

You move just as boldly as he is, rotating your hips forward pointedly. His hands wander to tease the curve of your hip before resting firmly on your ass at the same time he nips at a spot on your neck. 

“I’m Jimin, by the way,” his voice is devastatingly husky and low right in your ear. It makes you shiver, digging your fingernails into the lean planes of his shoulders.  “Y/N,” You answer back with a push of your hips further into his own, happy that the tight jeans he had on confirmed the bulge you thought you felt against you. A shuddering breath punches out of you and Jimin notices, nudging his nose firmly against the lobe of your ear. 

“What’s a beautiful thing like you doing out here alone?” He husks. 

“Tryin’ not to be. But I keep hitting on taken men, apparently.” Jimin abandons the spot at your neck to peer down at you, pretty eyes narrowed in to your own. Your veins thrum under his attention. There’s something in his stare you can’t explain, a quality so captivating that you don’t have it in you to look away. 

“Well, what a shame for those guys. You’re such a pretty little thing, I can’t imagine turning you down...” he smirks in a way he must know makes your knees weak, hands taking another generous handful of your ass. You pitch forward into his chest, the fabric of what you assumed to be a simple tank top feels silky and cool under your cheek. Jimin’s chest rumbles with a pleased hum, lips ghosting over the sweaty hairs on your forehead. 

“Fuck, baby. Should we get out of here?” 

Your heart jumps at his words and you nod immediately, the desire to hook your legs around his waist and let him carry you out of the club replacing all of your usual concerns. You settle for clutching at the fabric of his shirt as he begins to move the two of you out of the crowd. People part easily for the two of you and before you know it you’re in a much quieter and cooler spot. Your fingers finally unlatch from his shirt and find a place on his jawline instead, hesitating for a second before pulling him down and kissing him. You feel triumphant when he falls into your rhythm, biting playfully at your bottom lip before weaving his tongue inside of your mouth. Desire is burning in your stomach and you squirm against him, desperate to get the fuck out of here and onto doing what you’ve been craving for weeks. 

“Hey, what the hell!” Someone exclaims, obviously in close proximity. You jump, narrowly avoiding biting down on Jimin’s lips as you both turn toward the noise. He keeps you close in his grasp, arms tight over your waist- possessive in a way that makes your stomach clench. 

“Oh, hey guys. This is Y/N.” Jimin grins, nodding his head in a loose gesture towards you. Your stomach knots and flips with anxiety as your drinks threaten to make a reappearance. 

“Y/N, this is Jun-”

“Jungkook and Taehyung. Yeah, I um...” you trail off, wide eyes still in disbelief of the fact that your two failed endeavors are standing before you and seemingly are friends with Jimin. 

Jimin puffs a breath that ruffles your hair. “Wait, is she- she’s the same girl you guys were talking about? And they’re the guys you mentioned earlier?” 

The two other boys nod along with you, and despite the growing feeling of horror in your gut, you can’t help but feel hot under the gaze of all three of them. Jungkook locks his gaze on Jimin’s arms wound around you and his lip curls into a smirk. He moves in closer to your body until you can feel the heat radiating off of him. The tattooed hand you were so enamored with comes to tuck a sweaty strand of hair away from your face. 

“I really wish you would have stuck around when I called after you earlier, babe. Just lucky you found your way to Jimin.” His eyes dart to your lips and your heart pounds out of your chest. Every one of your senses heightens; the feeling of Jimin’s arms around you, the scent of Jungkook’s cologne, the way your vision is swimming with desire. 

“You can kiss him if you want,” Jimin offers, splaying his hand against your waist in encouragement. Your eyes go wide and you hear a throaty laugh- Taehyung- at your stunned expression. 

“Here’s the thing, Y/N. What you didn't let Jungkook and I get to is that we’re dating. Us, and Jimin. His eyes have gone a shade darker than they were at the bar and it makes your pussy clench. “So if you’d like to have all three of us. We’d all certainly like to have you.” 

You swear you forget how to breath as his words land and process, but the way your knees physically weaken is evidence enough of how you’re feeling. 

“Yes! I uh, yes. To all of it. Y-yes. Please.” Taehyung smirks, running his sinful tongue across his lips, and before you know it you’re all moving towards the door. You feel hazy in the best way possible as Taehyung and Jimin go to collect a taxi and Jungkook hangs back with you, attacking your lips with his own. The cold press of his piercing pulls a gasp from your mouth as he devours you in a kiss even nastier than the one you shared with Jimin. You’re more than happy to get lost in it, allowing Jungkook to guide you until you’re at the taxi, squeezing into the back seat with the other two boys. Jungkook settles you on his lap, holding you steady around the waist as the car starts and gets you back to their apartment. 

It’s a race to get up to their unit, and you can barely keep track of who is touching you where as the four of you ride the elevator up several stories. 

The inside of the apartment seems nicely decorated and clean, but you only have time to glimpse the living room before the three men are pulling you into a bedroom. 

“Look so fucking sexy, baby. I thought we’d lost you after you left me at the bar like that...” Taehyung shamelessly eyes your body, hands working underneath the fabric of your dress at your thighs. 

“Can we get you out of this?” Jungkook presses in behind you, pulling your hair to the side and playing with the delicate zipper on your dress.  “Yes, please.” You nod emphatically, head tipping forward to allow Jungkook more room. The gentle skim of his fingers on your back raises goosebumps and makes your nipples perk. 

“Shit.” Taehyung swears loudly when your dress slips down, leaving you bare aside from a simple pair of underwear. His lips immediately attach to your nipple, sucking with a fervor that your ex never came close to. Jungkook’s calloused fingers dip into the waistband of your panties and rub the soft skin at your hip before pulling them down your legs. You can feel your arousal smearing down your thighs with the movement, sure that there’s already a mess between your legs. Before you can open your mouth to defend yourself, Jimin appears, shirt already gone, to claim your lips again. 

Taehyung nips at the sensitive skin of your breast, leaving a mark that will be blooming in purple by the morning. He laves the spot with his tongue, humming against you as he helps himself to the expanse of you. Jimin lets up so you can both heave a breath. His eyes are much darker than they were on the dance floor, and the intensity of his gaze sends a shiver through you. He smirks, laying a possessive hand on top of Taehyung’s head as he continues to leave a path of marks on your torso. 

Your stomach hums with anticipation as you watch the two of them. The simple touch speaks volumes to the closeness of their relationship. Jimin grips your chin with his free hand, tipping your head upwards until you make eye contact. 

“You gonna be good for us?” You’re already nodding, and he lets out a dark chuckle. “Good little slut, letting us do whatever we want to you. Isn't that right?” A whine rips from your throat, as Jungkook’s hands find a new home in between your legs, teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Your body pitches forward, forcing Taehyung to back off as you move. 

“S-sorry,” you stutter, embarrassed at the way you bent over for them so easily. The feeling washes away as your angle brings you level with Taehyung’s cock, clearly strained against the fabric of his linen pants. You swear your mouth waters at the sight, itching to have him in you. Jimin’s hands find a home on your lower back, the gentle touch grounding you to the absurdity of the situation. 

Jungkook groans at the sight of your bared pussy, his hand immediately spreading your folds. You moan in tandem, eyes rolling at the pleasure.  “Shit, she’s so fucking wet.” He’s clearly speaking to the men around you, and the idea makes your cheeks flame. The squelch of your juices fills the room as Jungkook pushes a long finger inside of you. The stretch makes you gasp and quiver, having been embarrassingly long since you had anything inside of you. Your hands flail wildly until they land conveniently on Taehyung’s waist, just inches from his waiting cock. 

“Feels good?” He asks, latching his hands around your wrists and not so subtly inching them toward his cock.  “Wanna suck your cock,” you blurt the words as soon as your hand grazes him and are immediately rewarded with triplet groans from the men. 

“Go ahead, baby.” Taehyung encourages you as you find the zipper to his pants, struggling as Jungkook slips another finger inside of you and begins opening you up in a slow burn. You puff a breath when you finally get a look at Taehyung’s cock, heavy and flushed in your hand, with a prettily colored tip and strong veins under your thumb. You rub your thumb over the head and Taehyung groans, canting his hips forward into your touch. Anxiety stirs in your stomach at his size and your lack of experience, and your eyes widen at the prospect of trying to hold yourself up while being fucked on both ends. 

“Wait, I-” the words punch out of you, loud enough that the room stills. Jimin’s hands move, encouraging you to stand back upright as three concerned faces materialize in front of you. 

“Oh god, this is so embarrassing.” You groan, shutting your eyes tight. 

“We can stop!” Jungkook insists, voice surprisingly high strung. 

“No! No, I just.” You open your eyes again, licking your dried lips. “Its been a long time since I...you know. And I just, maybe we can move to the bed so I don’t like, fall?” Your eyes dart between them, expecting them to laugh or maybe tell you to just suck it up, but instead a low coo spills from between Jimin’s plush lips. 

“Poor girl, you haven’t been fucked in so long you’re worried you won't be able to handle us? Come on.” He leads you the few steps to the bed, laying you down with your back on the cool comforter. His pretty hair falls around his face and your hands are immediately in it, relishing in the soft feeling of his locks between your fingers in a way that grounds you to the moment. All you can focus on is how handsome he is, and how lucky you are to have found yourself in this situation. His lips descend on your own as if he can read your mind, grabbing at your waist with both capable hands. The kiss tastes like alcohol and you can't get enough, welcoming his tongue inside of your mouth in a messy swap of spit. Your noses squish together, as close as humanly possible to one another, until a sharp moan throws you out of your rhythm. Jimin lets up when you stop, leaning to the side casually to let you get a glimpse of the other two boys. The moan belonged to Taehyung, who had apparently stripped down while you were kissing Jimin, who was at the mercy of Jungkook’s hand on his cock. Jungkook had rid himself of his clothing as well, and you couldn't decide where to look first. 

Taehyung’s neck was on display, the muscular column inviting you to take a bite out of him as Jungkook works his deft fingers along the impressive length of his cock, all while his other hand grinds slowly against his own. 

“Aren't they pretty?” Jimin’s sinful voice snakes into your ear and makes you shiver. His hands deftly work down his own pants and boxers, and you’re given a hint of what he has to offer. 

“P-please, Jimin, want you.” He chuckles at the words but obeys you, quickly slotting himself between your legs. With no barriers between you, you can feel the thickness of his cock against your pussy, the girth of him taunting you. 

“As much as I wanna dive into your pretty little pussy, she deserves some more attention, don’t you think?” A knowing smirk graces his features as he lowers himself to your stomach, skimming the skin of your stomach with his tongue. The trail he leaves is electric, sending shockwaves of arousal right to your core as he gets closer. Your hands find a home in his hair again, happy to scrape against his scalp with a gentle pressure as he finally settles between your legs.

A stream of air against your clit makes you whimper, hips bucking off of the bed enough that he loops an arm over your stomach to hold you down. 

“Fuck, Jimin, please!” He giggles from between your legs and you think you might die before his mouth even touches you. Taehyung and Jungkook have turned their attentions to you, and the sight of them both hard in front of you is enough to make your head spin. You close your eyes, and as soon as your head drops back onto the bed, Jimin makes his move. 

Maybe it's just because it had been so long since you had someone eat you out, but the first touch of his tongue brought you spiraling toward an orgasm. Your hands tighten on his locks and he groans as he laps at you, circling your clit with his tongue in perfect little circles. The noises that escape you don’t feel like your own as you rush embarrassingly fast towards cumming. Your vision blurs with tears, and you cum without a warning. A pleasant humming fills your mind as Jimin continues to eat you out, lapping up whatever you give him with a fervor that makes your toes curl. Wet tears roll over your cheeks and into your hairline, mixing with the sweat that was already there. 

So lost in the pleasure, you barely notice that Jimin had stopped until your hands drop form his hair, limp at your sides. His lips and nose are glistening with your juices, and the sight of him makes you gasp. 

“You came so fast, baby. Were you really that deprived?” You lean into the attention and nod, whining to him when he coos over you. “Such a pretty little pussy deserves attention, doesn't it?” You know he’s relishing in your submission, but you’re more than happy to fall into it when you feel so safe. 

The bed dips above your head, and you know that it’s Taehyung and Jungkook finally joining you. You crane your head backwards to find them both staring raptly at your figure, the heaving of your chest as you recover. 

“Think she's ready for a dick?” Jimin asks casually, as if you’re not right under him. You whimper, nodding your head emphatically. He finally casts a gaze back down at you, smiling with genuine kindness. After a second he leans away, allowing cold air to wash over your body. A small feeling of alarm washes over you as he backs up, and your eyes dart around as he reaches into the bedside table a few steps away. The silver packet shimmers in the low light, as as much as you admire their willingness to be safe, you shake your head petulantly. 

Taehyung’s face hovers over your own in an instant, eyebrows furrowed as he examines you. You know he’s looking for signs of distress; assessing if you need to stop, but all he sees is your pouty lip and teary eyes. 

“I wanna-” you gulp down a swallow. “Wanna feel you raw. Please. I'm on the pill and I’m clean.” You plead your case to the man above you, knowing well that they’re all listening. “I just wanna feel you...” you try again when no one says anything. Then, Taehyung’s face lights up in a smile that would seem evil if you didn't know any better. 

“Hear that, guys? Our pretty little baby wants us raw.” Excitement passes through your stomach when you see how this is going. 

“If that’s what she wants...” Jungkook chimes in, pretending like his cock didn't jump and throb at your words. Jimin comes back to you, hands empty, and grasps the meat of your thighs, hoisting them up so that they’re bent at the knees. One hand drops, and you assume he’s going to play with your pussy, but it instead comes down harshly on the juncture of your ass and thigh. 

“You nasty little thing. Want all three of us to cum in you? Fill up your little pussy like you’ve been waiting for?” The gravel in his voice makes your pussy clench and he sees it, chuckling darkly. 

“What do you say, guys? Wanna cum inside her?” A collective groan of agreement falls from everyone but Jimin, who is busy lining himself up with your soaking entrance. You heave a breath in anticipation as Taehyung and Jungkook move to flank your sides, eager to have their hands on you. “We’re all clean too, baby. Nothing to worry about.” Jungkook suddenly assures you, tracing a gentle line down your arm closest to him. 

At your nod, Jimin presses forward, beginning his descent into you. The stretch is already unbelievable, much more intense than your tiny vibrator. He reads your body well, taking his time to enter you as you gasp and writhe. Taehyung and Jungkook do their best to soothe you, helping to pain morph into pleasure as Jimin is finally fully inside of you. 

“Holy shit, you feel so good.” His voice is airy with pleasure and it inflates your ego just a bit. He begins a steady rhythm, splitting you open with every movement of his hips. A gasp stutters out of you when you realize just how big he is, tears brimming once again at the pure pleasure he’s giving you. It doesn't take long for him to increase his pace, fucking into you so hard that you’re pushed further onto the bed, tears spilling freely. Jungkook and Taehyung have each taken the liberty to attend to one of your nipples, pinching and licking at them as they please while Jimin wrecks you. 

“Look so pretty when you cry, baby. Sweet little crybaby letting me ruin her pussy, huh?” Jimin’s words add fuel to the fire in your stomach, and you cry even more as he hits a spot inside you that you didn't even know existed. 

“I’m getting close, Jimin-” your voice is stolen from you as Jungkook takes the opportunity to work two large fingers over your sensitive clit, heightening every sensation into a burning desire in your stomach. 

“I’m cumming!” You’re impressed the words even make it out before you feel like you’re floating, cumming around Jimin’s cock. Neither him or Jungkook let up as you scream their names, hands scrabbling for something to anchor yourself. White spots cloud your vision, and as the sensation passes you realize that your whole body is trembling. Taehyung’s planting kisses on your collarbones, murmuring things you can't quite understand yet. Jimin and Jungkook’s eyes are glued to your pussy, and you can feel it fluttering with the aftershocks. 

“Fuck, gimme a turn.” Jungkook is suddenly on the move, practically shoving Jimin- who was still hard- out of the way. Jimin doesn’t protest, his chest heaving from effort as he lays down next to you on the bed, immediately stealing your attention with a kiss. 

“You are so hot, you know that?” He says, brushing stray strands of hair out of your eyes. “Crying like that got me fucking harder, somehow. Shit.” You almost feel bad that he’s still hard, but Taehyung steals your attention quickly with a kiss of his own. Jungkook’s hands dance on your thighs, admiring the red marks that Jimin’s hand had made on you. His hand comes down on the opposite cheek that Jimin slapped earlier, relishing in the way you whine into Taehyung’s kiss. He lands one more on each side for good measure, and you moan so loudly that you have to pull away from Taehyung’s mouth. 

Jungkook takes the moment to tease his head against your slick entrance, and you nod fervently to tell him you’re more than ready for his cock. He’s somehow longer than Jimin, the impressive length a bit imposing as he begins to slip in. Despite just having orgasmed, he still stretches your entrance considerably. Taehyung groans along with you, sitting up for a better look as he wraps his hand around his cock. You can see now just how needy he is, the tip red and leaking. You reach for him absently, trying to keep your eyes on Jungkook as his face twists into pleasure. 

“Think she wants you, Taehyung.” Jimin interjects, warm hands enjoying caressing your side. Your mind is fuzzy with desire, as Taehyung finally gets your cues and props himself up. The sight of his cock makes your mouth water, and you open it to him with no hesitation. Perhaps wisely, he sneaks a look down to your pussy, where Jungkook had started a slow and satisfying rhythm inside of you. As if he knew the exact timing, Taehyung shoves his cock into your waiting mouth at the exact same time Jungkook ramps up his speed. 

Stuffed on both ends, you moan, surprised and delighted at how well the men worked together. Jungkook’s pace is punishing, relentless with the way he batters your pussy like it’s made for him. Lewd groans spills from him in a constant stream, and paired with the way he stretches you, you would be screaming for the whole building to hear if not for Taehyung’s cock. 

You focus on him as well as you can, relaxing your throat to let him fuck your face as he pleases. Your gag reflex threatens to make an appearance but you fight through it, enjoying the burn of your throat expanding for him. Taehyung is surprisingly perceptive to your needs and speeds up his thrusts just enough to make you feel wonderfully numb, spit seeping around his cock. The wetness drips down your chin onto your chest, but you are far too gone to find it embarrassing. Jungkook is lost in his pleasure, hips moving at an inhumane speed that scrambles your brain and sends shockwaves through your pussy.

“Pretty fucking girl, slobbering on my cock. Lettin’ me fuck your throat like a whore while Jungkook fucks you. Just a good little whore, doing whatever we want you to do, huh?” You nod at his words as best as you can, the mixture of sweat, tears and spit making your neck feel stick, but it’s all worth it when Taehyung produces the deepest moan you've ever heard. 

Jungkook mirrors him, letting out a string of high pitched whines. You choke around Taehyung’s cock at the movements and he lets up, allowing your wrecked voice to fill the room alongside Jungkook’s. With Taehyung out of the way Jungkook leans forward and leaves a bite on your neck, gasping as you feel his release fill you. The warmth makes your eyes roll back, satisfied to finally be filled with someone’s cum. 

Jungkook continues to buck his hips as he cums, laying his head down on your chest as Jimin captivates him in a kiss of his own. You’re entranced by their embrace, watching the way their tongues slip against each others as Jungkook rests on your chest. A happiness settles inside of you, not even bothered that you didn't come, as Jungkook lets out an airy giggle. He stands up and finds the strength to pull out of you, eyes glued to the mess he made inside of you. 

His cum rushes out and you clench to keep it in, loving the heavy feeling inside of you. Jungkook swears, pushing his sweaty hair back off his gorgeous forehead. 

“Fuck, you look so pretty with your pussy filled.” You’re surprised to hear Taehyung say, as he rounds the bed. They fall into their natural rhythm again as Jungkook finds his place, cuddled into Jimin’s side as if they’re watching a show. Taehyung’s eyes glint with something you can’t explain as he works a hand over his cock. 

He sees your questioning gaze and smirks. “Had to stop fucking your mouth cause I only wanna cum inside of you.” His hands find your hips, massaging the flesh there with reverence. “Flip over.” His sweet playful tone is gone, replaced by a hard dominance that churns your stomach. It takes a second to get your muscles to work, but soon you’re on your knees and elbows, head buried in the soft comforter. Taehyung groans, clearly enjoying the change in scenery as he gropes your ass. His fingers split open your pussy, watching Jungkook’s cum seep out of it. 

He takes a swipe across your pussy with his tongue, sending a moan stuttering out of you. “Tastes so good, but I can't wait to be inside of it.” 

“Please fuck me, Taehyung. I need you so bad.” You whine. The desire to have another load of cum inside of you overtakes any decorum as you shuffle your hips back against him, hoping it will make him act faster. 

“You greedy little girl. Already been fucked twice and you can't get enough?” He teases but you can hear the hitch in his voice, the way the heavy head of his cock traces against your exposed folds. He takes extra time to run the head of his cock over your engorged clit, extra sensitive since you didn't cum with Jungkook. Without warning his cock is sliding into you, pushing through the wetness of Jungkook’s come and your arousal. 

By far the thickest of the three, Taehyung’s cock punches the air out of you with the new angle. Your manicured nails grip the comforter in anticipation, and before you know it Taehyung is pounding into you. You feel like you will never catch your breath again with the way he’s moving inside of you, deconstructing your nervous system piece by piece. You’re vaguely aware of Jimin and Jungkook next to you and you turn your head in curiosity. 

Jungkook, despite his tiredness, has his lips wrapped around Jimin’s cock, eyes closed in pleasure as he bobs his head. The sight sends a ripple of pleasure straight to your core, tightening around Taehyung so much that he slaps your ass in appreciation. Jimin’s eyelids hang low but open, dangerous eyes boring right into your own as if he could read your mind. The hand that isn’t propping him up is resting gently on Jungkook’s head, and even with the momentum from Taehyung’s thrusts making your vision blurry, you can tell that Jimin’s face is the picture of sinful pleasure. 

Taehyung’s fingers seek out your clit and your instantly clench around him, your walls spasming as you fall into sensory bliss, all but drooling into the fabric below you. 

“Love this greedy little pussy, baby. So lucky we met her-” a hitch of his breath accompanied by his hips stuttering. “Come on, cum for me so I can fill you up.” His fingers somehow move faster, strumming your clit in a way that makes your toes clench and your stomach unravel. You cum with a force you didn’t know possible, gushing around Taehyung’s cock in a sticky mess. He thrusts only a few more times before spilling inside of you, slapping your ass again for good measure.  Your ears ring, happy with the numbness of your world. You can tell there are several hands on you, but who they belong to is a mystery. Taehyung’s cock leaves you and you whine, immediately missing the weight of him inside you. His cum spills out behind him and you feel like you could cry as the fullness slips away from you. You try your best to voice it as your body collapses onto the bed, but you can’t tell if they can even hear you let alone understand you. 

The edges of your vision return, fingers and toes coming back to life. You finally make out the hands on your head to be Jungkook’s, who is laying down next to you, staring at you as if you were made of stars. He’s speaking lowly and you smile when you finally make sense of what he’s saying.

“Good girl, now there you are. Hey.” The soft tone he uses makes you feel at ease. “Can you tell me what you were just trying to say?” His eyebrows furrow cutely and you try so hard to focus on his question and not the way you want to kiss him so badly. It takes your mouth a few moments to catch up to your brain, and you finally wade through the happy haze of your orgasm. 

“I said that I-” you wince at how wrecked your voice is. “I don’ want all the cum to slip out of me.” 

Jungkook’s eyes widen at your admission, perhaps expecting you to have much more PG thing to say. He recovers quickly, allowing a sexy smirk to break through. 

“Jimin,” Jungkook says, and for a second you’re still confused, until the man he calls upon is taking his place. His makeup still looks impeccable, and this close up you can see the details in his irises. He says nothing, and you aren’t sure exactly what he heard, so you just start again. 

“I want to-”

“Have all the cum stuffed back into you?” His words shock you despite how lewd the entire night had been. “Are you sure you’re gonna be alright? That last orgasm really took it out of you, sweetheart.” 

Your heart jumps at his consideration, but there’s still a fire burning deep in your stomach that you know he could be the one to put out. You turn your head just enough to see that his cock is still hard, leaking precum against his toned stomach.

“Yes, I’m sure. Please. Please. I promise I’ll be good. Wanna make you cum. Wanna have you all in me.” Jimin’s eyes darken immediately, and his strong hands maneuver your pliant body back onto your back. A surge of confidence runs through you at the animalistic desire on his face. 

“Gonna get you all filled up, baby. Our perfect little cum dump. Lettin’ us all take our turns with you.” He spreads your legs, examining your puffy pussy lips and the remnants of cum that leak from you. He gathers up what he can with his fingers and shoves it back into you. You shudder at the intrusion, beyond sensitive to his touches. 

“”M not gonna last long, baby. I’m so fucking hard.” He whines, palming himself as he gets to where he needs to be, settled between your legs snugly.  “S okay, just want your cum.” You assure him sweetly, feeling the weight of the night as well. You weren't even sure you had it in you to cum again, but you knew you wouldn't end the night satisfied without having them all spill inside of you. 

Jimin wastes no time after your reassurance, and his cock slides right in as if you were made for him. The lubrication makes for an extremely easy glide. Every move he makes strikes pleasure in your pussy, the sensitivity of the muscles making your orgasm build with surprising speed. Jimin can feel you clenching around him and he gasps, knowing your tells after seeing you cum so many times in one night. He presses a nimble finger to your clit, and that’s all it takes for you to cum again. A slow simmering orgasm that makes your legs shake as you gasp, latching onto Jimin’s arms for support. He joins you not long after, giving a few short thrusts to make sure that he fills you up deep. 

He drops his full body weight on top of you and you relish in the secure feeling, his cock twitching while still inside you. The shake in your legs finally stills, and Jimin pulls out of you, careful to minimize the amount that slipped out of you. You closed your legs instinctively although you were exhausted beyond belief. As the adrenaline wears off and the sweat begins to dry you shiver under him. Despite the heat of his body, you were definitely in need of something else to cover you. When he feels you shiver he plants a kiss on your forehead before sitting up and pulling aside the comforter on the bed before leading you underneath the layers of warmth. He slips in right after you, wrapping his arms steady around your figure. Your eyes threaten to slip shut, but the absence of the others nags at the back of your brain. 

“Went to get clothes and water,” Jimin explains as if he can read your mind. His head barely lifts from your shoulder as he speaks, and the low hum of his voice against you soothes the very last of your frayed nerves. Seconds later the door glides open, a now-dressed Taehyung and Jungkook with bottles of water and fabric bundled in their hands. 

You and Jimin both take a water bottle, and the other boys settle down on the bed. Suddenly you realize the bed isn't quite big enough for all four of you, as Taehyung’s limbs sprawl overtop of Jungkook’s. 

Jungkook waits until you drain half the water bottle, and then shuffles the pile of clothes in his arms. 

“They’re uh- they’re my clothes, but I. Figured they'd be better than your...dress.” He blushes, gingerly holding it out to you. The sight makes you giggle, but you thank him, and pull the shirt on over your head while you're still in the bed. Feeling like you could trust your legs again you slip out of bed and pull on the boxers and sweatpants he gave you. The shirt falls to your thighs and the bottoms he gave you only fit because of their drawstring, but the enveloping warmth and comfort made up for the size difference. 

“Thank you, Jungkook.” You whisper your thanks, scared to ruin the comfortable low hum of conversation between Taehyung and Jimin. It's easy to slip back under the sheets, wedged between Jimin and Jungkook. Taeyhyung takes the other side of Jimin, barely having enough room for his body at the edge of the mattress. He doesn’t seem to mind, though, as he reaches an arm across Jimin to reach you. He gently places a hand on your arm, rubbing gently at the skin there. 

An odd wave of emotion crests over you and your eyes well. “Thank you, by the way.” 

To your complete embarrassment they all coo at once, squishing in closer to you. You all smell like sex and sweat, but the embrace is so sweet that you have to remind yourself it was only a one night stand. 

“We should be the ones thanking you, Y/N. Believe it or we don’t usually do...this.” Jungkook admits. He’s facing your back but you can imagine the blush on his cheeks as he speaks. The idea shocks you and a sound of disbelief punches out of you. 

“It’s true,” Jimin pokes your ribs gently when he sees the look on your face. “We’re pretty picky. But you...” He stops himself, seeming to be afraid of saying too much. A teasing glimmer of hope sprouts in your chest with the implications of his words. Was it too soon for you to suggest doing this again? Or just hanging out like normal people? There’s no denying that you’re wildly attracted to all of them, but does that mean its worth pursuing? “We can think about it in the morning.” Comes Jimin’s gentle voice. Taehyung nods from behind him, and you can tell that his exhaustion is catching up to him. You have no idea it was when you left the club with them, and certainly have no idea what hour it is now. Jungkook grunts his agreement into your neck, and you hope he can't sense the way your heartbeat speeds up at his proximity. 

“Well still, thank you. And good night.” You murmur, nestling into the surprisingly soft pillow. Your eyes shut, and sleep is just inches away, latched between the two men closest to you, when Jimin begins to wiggle. 

“Shit, guys. Let me out, I need to piss.” Triplet sighs follow his demand, and you all laugh as he flips you off on the way to the bathroom. 

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[sopebubbles]

Chapter Fifteen

Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you’ve gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you’re far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can’t seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they’d do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?

Genre: mafia au, poly ot7, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc

Warnings: body dysmorphia/yn trying to hide her scars, lots of fluff here tho AND THE SEXUAL TENSION AHHH (no sex here tho)

A/n from beastie🐾: sopebubbles 🧼 really out did herself here. This is all her! my brain has been all kinds of goo, so I've really been no help in the plot development department. but honestly, I'm really glad because I don't think I would have written this half as well as she did (my exact words to her were: "Forget screaming into your pillow, this is tearing your pillow open with your teeth and thrashing around your room." lmaooo) I know you all will enjoy this chapter as much as I did!

Word count: 9.3K

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Hoseok had heard you speak his name, and he was sure, even through all the fog, that it wasn't a dream. He heard you blame yourself for what had happened to him, but he knew that these risks were part of the life he led, a life he chose and wouldn't change. Even if you were caught up in a messy web together, he wouldn't blame you, ever. He wanted to tell you that, but he couldn't open his mouth to speak, barely even able to breathe. He felt your fingers skim the back of his hand, but he couldn't make his hands move to reciprocate the touch. He couldn't raise his arm to grab your wrist as you turned away. Turned to leave. He wanted to stop you, but he couldn't lift himself out of the heavy, morphine induced slumber covering him like a weighted blanket. 

He heard Yoongi stop you. He heard Yoongi say all the things he wouldn't be able to say even in the clearest of head spaces. And then the two of you were gone and Hoseok went back to sleep. 

When you awoke, the sun was already up, higher than it usually was when you got up. You felt tired, from the inside out, although you had slept better than you had in weeks. The bed you were in was comfortable, softer than your own. When your eyes opened completely you saw Yoongi, laying a foot away from you, hair messy and his cheek squished against his pillow. You remembered how you had fallen asleep with your head on his chest last night, and it made you ache to fill the distance between you again. But that was last night, and now it was morning. Would he still feel the same now as he did when he was tired and the moment was critical? 

You should get up and go to the kitchen, find Jungkook, and act normal, if you could. You were staying but that didn't mean you had to stay in this bed, even if it was comfortable and inviting and you very deeply wanted to.

A new concern crossed your mind. What if you weren't here when Yoongi woke up? He would worry. Maybe even panic that you had left while he was sleeping. And that would hurt him, wouldn't it? Or at least scare him. Was it arrogance to believe so? Did you give yourself too much importance? It would be better to stay put until he woke up and made a polite excuse to leave or found a nice way to ask you to go. You didn't want to make him worry. 

As if Yoongi could sense the potential energy generated by your thoughts, his hand reached out for you. A muffled, mumbled "Val," left his lips and his fingers searched for you across the cool sheets. They met with a fabric of a different texture, his t-shirt draped over your body, drowning you even more than it did him. His fingers curled into the fabric, gently pulling, too tired to really drag you toward him. Without even thinking you scooted yourself closer to him, and he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you until your chests were pressed together. His lips landed on your forehead. 

"Still here," he mumbled against your hairline. 

Your fingertips drew circles in the fabric of the shirt he wore. "I'm still here. Is that okay?"

"'S perfect," he smiled sleepily. Yoongi felt torn between staying in a soft, warm heap with you, lingering on the edges of consciousness. If you both stayed like this you wouldn't have to think about right or wrong or consequences. You could simply enjoy the comfort of each other's presence. On the other hand, he sensed that you were more awake than he was, and that meant you were probably already thinking. He should wake up and speak with you properly, to let you know that he still felt everything he had said the night before and so much more. That he cared for you and he wanted you to stay. That whatever you wanted was okay with him as long as you wanted it. So he tried to come above the drowsiness, but you were so warm and he was so comfortable. 

While he was trying to wake up, he failed to notice how you melted into him, how you let yourself relax against his chest and nuzzled into his neck. Then your lips grazed his skin. They pressed against his jaw. Your mind had cleared of thoughts but felt hazy, and you unself-consciously allowed your body to seek him out and find comfort in him. Your lips had just found the corner of his mouth and he turned slightly to catch your lips when a sleepy groan reached you from the other room.

"Hoseok," you whispered, frozen in Yoongi's embrace. 

"Uh uh," he mumbled against your lips. His body pushed back against yours, not wanting to let this moment be ripped from his grasp. Another, unidentifiable sound emanated from the other room. 

"Yes, it is!" You smiled and pulled yourself away from him quickly, leaving Yoongi bereft.

In haste, you ran out unthinkingly, not considering your state or who else might be out there. You hadn't thought about only being in Yoongi's shirt and your underwear, or that Jin would already be by his lover's side. You stopped abruptly in the doorway when you saw both men. The extra large shirt may have fallen to your thighs, but it left just enough to the imagination to inspire thoughts in each man's mind. 

"You're awake," you smiled as both men stared at you. 

Yoongi appeared behind you, his head peeking over your shoulder, visible to both men. 

"Am I still dreaming?" were Hoseok's first words, uttered in a raspy, mumbled Korean.

"I'm not entirely sure," replied Seokjin, still gaping at your appearance. 

Before you could turn to disappear and put on pants or offer any semblance of explanation, the door to the clinic burst open to introduce a breathless Jungkook.

"Val is–" his eyes scanned up and down your body. "Gone," the word fell empty from his lips.

"No. Just her pants are," Hoseok grinned.

You turned instantly, understanding their Korean well enough to feel embarrassed, and pushed past Yoongi to go find some bottoms to put on. When you bumped Yoongi's shoulder he couldn't help the teasing smirk that lit up his face as he met Jungkook's eyes across the room.

While you were trying to get your feet into the correct holes of the jeans you had discarded last night, a sleepy Taehyung and an even sleepier Jimin joined Jungkook in the doorway. 

"What's going on?" Tae wondered aloud, rubbing the heel of his palm into his right eye. His voice came out quiet and deep. 

"She's not anywhere!" Namjoon came behind them, herding the youngest men into the clinic that was much too small for all seven of them. "All the cars are here. How did she go?"

"I didn't go anywhere!" You grunted from the other room as you jumped into your pants. When you came back to the door your shirt was still hiked up, showing a small sliver of your taught stomach as you did the top button. The other three stood staring at you, eyes wide and mouths agape just as the others had done. 

"You slept with Yoongi hyung?" Jimin asked, impressed and amused. 

"We just slept," Yoongi corrected calmly but there was a warning in his voice.

"Well, and we kissed a little," you admitted, a small smile creeping across your lips. 

"You guys kissed?" Jungkook sputtered. 

"Before you, as a matter of fact," Yoongi grinned back. 

"Oppaaa," you whined as your cheeks and neck warmed.

"Sorry," he murmured, brushing a hand against your elbow and giving you butterflies. Only Jin noticed, and he found it rather sweet.

"You bastard!" Jungkook cried, enthusiastic rather than angry. "You sat there at dinner last night and asked if I used protection, while you were keeping a secret!"

"Guys!" You wailed to stop the embarrassment they were heaping onto you. That Yoongi had really asked that. That Jungkook had been discussing what you did together at dinner. It was absolutely mortifying. "Please, let's focus on what matters." You moved to perch on the very edge of Hoseok's bed. "Hobi is awake."

"Hobi was awake yesterday," Jimin informed you, leaning into Taehyung's shoulder. "I want to hear about this kiss!" 

Taehyung gave the smaller man a harsh sideways glance and pushed him back with his shoulder. 

You ignored them and looked at Hobi. "You were?" 

He nodded, an unreadable smile on his lips. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't know, or I would've come to see you."

"I understand. You had a lot to hide from, apparently." His smile became playful and you had to remind yourself that he was still healing to stop yourself from punching his arm. You glared at him instead and got off his bed. 

Noticing your discomfort, Jin chose to change the subject. "Now that everyone is together again, Jungkook, we should celebrate your birthday properly."

Your eyes darted up to Jungkook's. "Today's your birthday?" You'd almost missed it. You'd almost left. You never really got to celebrate special occasions and you'd almost missed one.

Jungkook smiled affectionately at you, a slight tilt to good head. "It was yesterday."

"Oh. I didn't-I don't…" You had nothing to give him. Even if you had known you'd still have nothing to give him, nothing to add to the celebration. 

Jungkook shook his head at the silly thoughts he could read on your face as if you had a cartoon bubble over your head. He grabbed your hand and pulled you toward him. "Believe me, beautiful, you made it one of the best birthdays ever." He held you against his chest in a light, but comforting hug, resting his chin off your head before he added, "even if you slept in Yoongi hyung's bed."

You pushed away from him and made a face at his teasing, but you both knew there was nothing in it. There was too much joy in his eyes for you to feel any criticism. 

"So what would you like to do, Kook?" Namjoon asked, threading a firm hand through his lover's hair. It was the most intimate gesture you'd ever seen between them in front of the whole group, but you were sure by the lack of reaction from the others that you were the only one who wasn't used to it. Maybe you just had never noticed before, too wrapped up in your own thoughts to mind what they were doing. Or maybe Namjoon was just feeling touchy this morning. You’d never know that the truth was he wanted to be touching you, but he could tell how uneasy all the attention was already making you, so he didn't want to add to it. Even though the first thing he felt when he saw you was relief so strong he wanted to wrap his arms around you.

Jungkook only dragged his eyes up and down your body once again, thinking that what he would like to do only involved one of the other men in this room and you. In the growing silence, Jimin offered, "we should have a pool party!"

All six men turned their heads to him, some with raised eyebrows.

"Not one of those pool parties," he amended. Not the kind that involved dozens of scantily clad men and women and a variety of drugs. "Just us, and Val."

At that, most of the attention in the room returned to you. Taehyung watched you with wary eyes, wondering if you would protest, wondering if you would own up to the fact that you didn't even own a bathing suit. He and Yoongi watched as you carefully folded your arms over your middle, as if you were already building up the shield around yourself. 

Your throat bobbed before you said, "what about Hobi? He won't be able to swim."

Hoseok smiled up at you, warmly this time. "I don't mind sitting in the shade with Yoongi and watching."

"You don't swim?" 

"You know cats don't like water," Jungkook answered with a teasing grin before Yoongi could respond. When Yoongi fired a lethal glare back, you wondered if this was Jungkook's regular teasing or if it was something more like rivalry.

"It's settled, then," Seokjin decided. "I will make some snacks, Val is on drinks, Taehyung is on music, and the rest of you can find something useful to do."

"Drinks? It's barely 9 am," you noted before they could all disperse on Jin's order. 

"Why? Do you have somewhere to be later?" Jin teased.

You bristled. "No."

"Great! Then we'll start with mimosas and move on to margaritas later."

You merely shook your head and watched the others as they filed out of the room. With the space and a little more privacy, Yoongi went to Hoseok's side to look him over. You stood nervously to the side, not quite wanting to go, not sure what to do if you stayed.

"What can I do? Do you need anything?" You asked after a minute of hesitation.

"Can you get me some water?" Hoseok needed it, but more than anything he wanted a moment alone with Yoongi. You nodded silently and left for the kitchen.

"Is something wrong?" The doctor asked when he noticed his patient watching you until you left. 

"No. I mean, my ribs hurt and the wound is a little sore, but I feel relieved. Thank you, hyung."

Yoongi wrinkled his brows as he checked Hoseok's arm where the IV was inserted. "What are you talking about?" 

"You stopped her from leaving. I thought maybe I had dreamed it, but it was real. And if it wasn't for you, she'd be gone."

Yoongi scratched the back of his neck. "I'm not sure I did the right thing. Maybe it was…selfish."

"It wasn't. We all want her to stay, not just you."

"Just because we all wanted it doesn't mean I didn't do it for myself."

"I don't believe that and neither do you. Neither does Val."

"But if leaving was what she wanted—"

Hoseok looks at the elder with complete sincerity. "It wasn't. And you didn't stop her just because you want her, but because you know she isn't ready. Because she still needs to heal and learn. Running away isn't what she wanted. What she wants is to be loved, and you gave her that."

Yoongi lost his breath for a moment before quietly asking, "What if it isn't enough?"

Hoseok thought of Jin, of how good he was of gluing people back together with careful, considered love. The way he had done it when Hoseok was young. The way he did for Jungkook when he was still just a teenager, with a brotherly sort of affection. It wasn't too late for you. You could join Jin's family of broken toys, held together by love. 

"Even if it isn't," Hoseok replied, "we'll all give her every kind of love she needs until she doesn't need it anymore. Until leaving is something she can do and not something she needs to."

Yoongi nodded thoughtfully at that just as you came in with water for the patient. He let Hoseok's words replay in his head and decided he hoped that one day you would leave, to know that you could go anywhere and know that there would be people who loved you. At least one person who loved you. Maybe when you left you'd take him with you. 

"Oppa?" 

Yoongi shook himself out of his thoughts and the fantasies that he imagined last night, making subtle alterations. He looked at you, eyes endearingly confused. 

"Are you sure I can go swimming?" You repeated "I'm not fully healed…" 

Yoongi's had tilted in further confusion. In all the days he had begged you to take things slow you had never once agreed with him that you were anything less than perfectly fine. You had jumped at the chance for pilates with Jungkook, had pestered the man for more without asking Yoongi. So why? Why were you hiding behind an injury that even Yoongi knew was healed now. Yoongi considered. 

"Can I see your wound?" 

You swallowed and gave a small nod. Carefully, you gripped the hem of Yoongi's oversized shirt and lifted it up to the bottom of your breasts. Your eyes glided over to Hoseok. You could have turned away to prevent him from seeing, but you had realized when you helped Yoongi with him the other night that the two of you had a wound in roughly the same spot. You had seen his while he was shirtless on the table under Yoongi's hands, and it gave you the feeling of some kind of equality between you. Besides, Hoseok only held your gaze calmly while Yoongi examined you, his eyes never leaving yours. Only the doctor's words broke your silent moment between his patients. 

"I thought so. You're healed. I wanted to see if I could take out the stitches yesterday, but…Anyway, I can take them out now and as long as you let me put some antiseptic on it afterwards, you should be fine." Yoongi watched your face carefully as you lowered your shirt, noticing the misplaced disappointment there. But you nodded your head anyway, not willing to pass up the opportunity to be rid of the irritating threads. Yoongi looked over his shoulder at Hoseok. "We can go remove them in my bathroom, if you want some privacy."

It was a silly suggestion when the current proposal for the day was to let all seven of these men feast on you with their eyes. You rolled your eyes and climbed up on the exam table wordlessly. Yoongi knelt on the ground, reaching under the bed to grip the strap of your bag. 

"If you want to change first, you can," Yoongi offered, assuming you would need your things. 

You grimaced at him before leaning yourself back. "Just do it."

Yoongi gathered his tools and pulled on a pair of gloves while you settled and exposed your abdomen to him. He trained his eyes on your wound, focusing hard on the stitches instead of the lines that led beneath the waistband of your jeans, and hoping you didn't notice when he slipped. 

"So, Val, is it four or five of our members that you've kissed now? Did you and Namjoon kiss yesterday, too?" His voice was full of teasing, deciding it would be better to make you uncomfortable in this way rather than through silence. 

You stared a hole into the ceiling above instead of giving him the satisfaction of pointing your glare at him, but your face and your neck were hot.

"First Taehyung, then me, Yoongi, and Jungkook! Who will be next?" Hoseok pushed. 

Without pausing his work or shifting his eyes, Yoongi retorted, "if I remember correctly, you kissed her, but she didn't kiss you back. So I don't think that counts."

You turned your head finally and stuck out your tongue at him. 

Hoseok laughed hard enough to make his own wound hurt and winced. "So four then?"

You smiled slyly. "And maybe I'll let you be last." 

"You're cruel, Val. But I'm a patient man. I can wait."

You closed your eyes, shutting him out as you tried to ignore the want growing inside of you. It wasn't an aching want, not yet. But somewhere deep inside you had begun to wonder just how much these men would really give you. When you opened your eyes to look at Yoongi, he seemed entirely unbothered. You could tell he had mocked Hoseok for his own amusement more than any kind of malice.

When Yoongi finished he stood, but leaned over you before you could sit up. He placed his hands on either side of your head and lowered himself to kiss you. He toed the line between sweet and sensual, his tongue remaining in his mouth, but his teeth nipped at your lower lip before he pulled away to say, just loud enough for Hoseok to hear, "since we got interrupted earlier." 

When you reached the top of the stairs you met with Taehyung. Such encounters with you almost never occurred, since he'd been staying in Jimin’s room to help you both have the space that you needed. Now he came to you with an offering. He held in his hands the large stuffed bear that he had won on your very first date. The one you had left him as a reminder. He watched you gulp when you eyed him up and down, slow to meet his gaze.

"So you were going?" Taehyung asked when he saw your heavy duffle bag over your shoulder, although you didn't seem to be struggling under the weight of it.

"I was going to," you said flatly and went quiet. You stared at each other but avoided your faces. You studdied the way his thin veiny hands gripped the cheerful bear, and studied your smaller, calloused hand where you clutch the strap of your bag.

"I don't know what it is," you finally said. "Like an itch under my skin. Something that screams in my head when I make a decision. When I don't know what to do, I can only leave." You sighed and smiled wryly. "One of these days, I'll accomplish it."

Tae replied, "I'm sure you will." He gave the bear a squeeze. "But for now you're staying?" You nodded, your brown eyes looking up innocently at him. "Then, can I give you back your bear?"

"You don't want him?" You stretched out a finger to stroke his snout.

Taehyung shrugged like it meant nothing but his words said otherwise. "Me keeping him just makes me sad, but I hope you can still be happy when you have it. Whatever happened after, whatever we didn't or should have done, that day we were really happy."

You smiled softly at the bear, at the memory of that sun kissed afternoon when you really, truly felt like a new person. When you really felt happy. You held out your open palms to take the gift, and the weight on Tae's chest lifted a little. Your fingertips brushed the backs of his hands as you took ownership of the memory. 

"I was really happy, for so much of it. I know it wasn't perfect, but I liked…being her. I wanted to be that way, fun and carefree and wild, but I'm not." You hoped he could finally understand that this was your fundamental problem, not him.

Tae tried to smile, but he didn't quite manage it. "Maybe you can take parts of her into yourself. You are fun, when you let yourself be, even if you can't be carefree."

"I'm still trying to work out…who I'm going to be," you admitted.

This time Tae did smile and it reached all the way to his eyes. "That's good. You should take some time to figure it out. And in the meantime, I just want you to be happy. Whether that involves me or my brothers. Just do what makes you happy."

You both became aware of Jungkook moving around in his room through the door at your back. You thanked Taehyung with a squeeze of your bear and walked into your own room. After placing the gift on your bed, you took your time putting your clothes back in their place. You didn't actually have anything appropriate to wear to a pool party, so you simply slipped on a short pair of athletic shirts and a worn cotton tank top. If Yoongi and Hoseok could sit to the side and still be part of it, then so could you. You could even sit at the edge of the pool and dip your feet in. Still, you dreaded talking about why you weren't fully participating, so you delayed as long as possible. 

Instead you let your mind fill with sweeter things, Yoongi's lips, his smell when you awoke in his bed this morning; the way Jungkook and Namjoon looked at each other, at you; how it felt to be held between the two of them. You let those pleasant feelings warmth you up and soothe your nerves. You focused solely on them as you stroked the soft fur of the bear with mindless fingers, until you heard a splash from outside your balcony. 

You went to the glass door to have a look. Below, Jimin was already in the pool, Taehyung following close behind with a cannon ball. To the side, under a shaded pergola, Yoongi and Hoseok were already lounging. Yoongi appeared to be covering his face with a healthy layer of sunscreen, while Namjoon spread some over Jungkook's shoulders, although it wasn't clear if he was applying it as much as stroking the man's supple skin. The only one missing was Jin, and you guessed he was still in the kitchen. He had given you a job and you had to get it over with, so you trudged down the stairs. 

Seokjin was in the kitchen as expected, chopping fruit and placing it carefully on a large platter. When you moved around him to wash your hands you noticed he had already put out champagne and orange juice alongside a large glass pitcher. 

He eyed you up and down. You could see the question in his eyes but you ignored it. "Why do I have to make the drinks?" You asked as you examined the bottle of champagne he had put out. It was obviously more expensive than any you had ever seen at your grungy, old dive bar. Jin watched you to see if you knew what you were doing, but to you a cork was just a cork and you covered it with a dish towel before you began to shift it. 

"Because you have the most experience."

You let the cork out with a pop, moving quickly to get the liquid into the glass pitcher without spilling much. "I doubt that. I mean, everyone here must have several years of drinking on me." You gave Jin a teasing smile under your innocent eyes. "Right, Seokjin sunbaenim?"

The man narrowed his eyes at you before he continued chopping. "I was thinking, once everything settles down for you, we could hire you at the club. We could keep an eye on you, and you could get out of the house, make some money."

You stiffened for a moment, but tried to make it pass. "You still don't trust me? Or am I just too much of a burden?" You asked quietly. 

Jin immediately put his knife down and turned his whole body to face you. "Val, that's not what I meant. I'm sorry."

You shrugged, but avoided his gaze. "I would understand if you're mad at me, after Hoseok." Your eyes burned with tears. 

Jin shook his head. "No, I'm not. No one blames you. Hoseok made his choice. We each did. Honestly, I only meant to give you an option for when this…period of your life is over."

You loosened a breath and let your shoulders sag. "Then thanks, but when things 'settle,' I'll be going."

Jin sucked air through his teeth. "Where will you go? What will you do?"

You shrugged again. "I don't know."

 Jin finished chopping up the cantaloupe on his cutting board and speared a cube on the end of his knife, holding it out for you. You took it without hesitation. "Well, think about it. The offer stands." He moved the rest of the fruit into the tray before he said, "I think when the time comes, you should do whatever you want. But you need to know what that is. And until you do, you have a place here. You're not a burden."

"Thank you, Seokjin sunbaenim," you murmured. 

Jin smiled fondly. "Now take this out to Hoseok. And oppa will be just fine." He winked before he rushed you out the door with the fruit platter and drink pitcher. 

You were so focused on not spilling anything out of the almost-too-full vessel that you didn't pay any attention to the looks you were given as you approached the pool area. Hoseok smiled at you as you set the tray on the table next to him. Someone has already brought glasses out and you filled one before handing it to Yoongi. 

"Thank you, Val." Yoongi took the glass and then narrowed his eyes at Hoseok. "None for him."

The injured man scrunched up his face at his doctor. Jimin called your name from the pool. When you turned to look at him, Jungkook was standing at the deep end of the pool, poised to launch himself from the edge in a back flip, but he was still dry in his short swim trunks that showed off his powerful legs. The tattoos that climbed up his arm and spread onto his chest were also on display, a beaming smile topping it all off. The other three men were already wading in the pool. Although you had seen Taehyung and Jimin with their shirts off just a few nights ago, you hadn't yet had the pleasure of Namjoon's bare chest. It took real effort to keep yourself from staring at his broad shoulders and thick muscles, but Jimin demanded your attention.

"Where's your bikini, kitten?" Jimin's voice was a unique blend of pouting, teasing and leering at you. You were sure it was well practiced.

You could feel every eye on you as you stood silently, even Jin's from inside the house. "I don't have one," you admitted.

"You live in LA; how can you not own a swimsuit?" Jimin questioned as he tread water.

You shrugged, trying to make it seem like it wasn't weird. "I just don't."

"But that's the whole point of today." He was fully pouting now. 

"I thought the point was to have fun with Jungkook. I can do that while sitting by the side, just like them." You looked over your shoulder at the older men, and Yoongi gave you an affirming smile. 

"But-"

"Of course you can, Val. Do whatever makes you comfortable," Taehyung interrupted Jimin pointedly, his words barely escaping through his teeth. 

"I'm sure we have a bathing suit that would fit you, Val, if you want to borrow one," Namjoon offered. You silently cursed him as you flushed with embarrassment. They were making this impossible. 

Taehyung muttered something under his breath. 

"Jungkook, take her into the pool house and help her pick something out," Namjoon ordered him when you continued to hesitate. 

Jungkook smiled even brighter and came to take you by the hand, leading you away from the others. As soon as you were inside the small house, Taehyung turned on Jimin.

"What is your problem?" He hissed.

Jimin held his hands up innocently. "What? Don't tell me you don't want to see her in a bikini?"

"She's uncomfortable."

"Well she shouldn't be!"

"She doesn't want–" Taehyung let go of a ragged breath. "She doesn't want you to see her scars, idiot."

Jimin paused. He'd forgotten about that detail about your body. But he pushed it aside anyway. "Who cares?"

"She does!" The other emphasized. 

"We need to push her a little out of her comfort zone until she becomes comfortable again! Everything is out in the open now, we might as well take the time to get her used to the idea that we all want her. It will be smoother in the long run." Jimin sounded sure, but Taehyung had to stifle the urge to strike him.

"Jimin, you're done pushing. We all need to act like it's not a big deal because it isn't. Try to make her comfortable," Namjoon growled.

Inside the pool house, Jungkook pulled open a drawer that was stuffed with parts of bathing suits, almost none of them complete. They had accumulated over time, an abandoned top or bottom here and there, until it made quite a colorful collection. Jungkook held up a few tops, trying to judge your cup size. You sighed impatiently before he decided on green bottoms with a yellow string bikini top, both of the colors popping against your rich skin. He held them out to you, but you didn't take them. He scanned your face before he asked warily, "what's wrong?" He wasn't impatient, but concerned.

"Nothing," you snapped as you snatched the green bottoms out of his hands, but his other hand retreated before you could grab it. 

"Tell me, please."

You huffed. "I don't want everyone to see," you said thickly, trying to ignore the moisture at the rims of your eyes. 

"See…your scars," Jungkook exhaled. He hadn't questioned why you didn't take off your shirt when you had sex in the gym yesterday, and he hadn't put together the pieces this morning. He felt like an ignorant fool, but he had just forgotten that particularly shattered part of you. The moment he saw the tear trip down your cheek, he stepped closer, discarding the offensive garment and cradled your face in his hands. He bent to kiss the tear away, his lips feathering against your cheek before he kissed your lips with the same gentleness. "Fuck Jimin. You don't have to wear anything you don't want to," he murmured as he pulled you against his chest. His hands wrapped protectively around your most vulnerable part. "But…:

You angled your head up without moving from his embrace. "You should know that seeing them won't change anything we feel for you. It won't change how beautiful we think you are."

"Don't say that when you don't know," you choked out. 

"But I do know! You're beautiful, even where you're broken." He chuckled as you tried to bury your face in his chest. "I think you should wear it, not for Jimin or for any of us. Just so you can get in the water and have fun with us." 

You sighed, pulling away from him. "I don't know."

"I have an idea," he smirked and you raised an eyebrow. Jungkook gripped your hip and spun you around, pulling your back flush against his chest. He wrapped his hands low across your stomach and spoke softly into your ear. "Put on the bikini, and once we get into the water, I'll cover you, just like this. I'll have your back," he smiled and kissed the skin where your neck bent to your shoulder. 

A quiet moan left you. "The others will get jealous."

"Ah, so you did notice," he tears, lips still on your skin. "Even though it's my birthday, I don't mind sharing."

You lingered in his arms a moment longer before you groaned, "fiiine. Gimme the damn bikini."

Jungkook grinned triumphantly and picked up the top off the dresser where he'd thrown it. 

"Turn around."

Jungkook clicked his tongue but turned. "I've seen you naked before."

"No, you haven't. You've seen me half naked."

"Yeah, so we should fix that."

You ignored him as you shimmied out of your shorts and into the bottoms. You tried to do the strings of the top as quickly as possible, but your shaking hands made it difficult. 

"Do you need help?"

"No!" 

You finally completed a secure knot and let your hair fall away down your back, hoping it would cover a good portion. 

"You go first," you ordered him when you were ready. 

"Let me at least see you!"

"Go!"

Jungkook didn't resist looking at you over his shoulder as he opened the door, but he didn't draw it out as he strode out toward the pool. You walked carefully behind him so that his body shielded you mostly from sight. Then he sprinted toward the pool and launched himself into a front flip, creating enough of a distraction for you to sneak to the pool's edge and slip with. Water splashed over Jimin and Taehyung and sloshed over the sides of the rectangular pool. And before anyone but Yoongi and Hoseok had seen you, you had submerged yourself in the water. You emerged, smoothing your hair away from your face while your shoulders remained below the water at the same time Jimin did. He met your eyes.

"Sneaky little kitten," he smirked. 

Jungkook used his powerful arms and legs to swim over to you before Jimin could and wrapped himself around you exactly as he promised he would.

"Are you using Jungkook to hide from me?" Jimin asked with an arched brow.

"No."

"She just feels more comfortable with me. I'm protecting her from you." Jungkook made a show of holding you close to him, his thick arms protectively crossed over your stomach. 

"You act like I'm gonna pounce on her," Jimin scoffed. 

"Ignore Jimin," Taehyung told you. "He's particularly horny today and he tends to get rather predatory. But if he doesn't start to behave I'll put him on a sex ban." He shot Jimin a sharp glare.

"You don't mean that," the man replied seductively. He began to move lazily through the water, keeping his eyes on nothing in particular but conspicuously off of you. Jungkook kept his wary gaze on the man who came subtly closer to you. Just before Jimin could get close enough to touch you, Jungkook spun the two of you away, dragging your body with his through the water, toward Namjoon. You shrieked with laughter at the sudden change, giggling as Namjoon took Jungkook's place at your back. His large hands gripped firmly at your waist, thick fingers sinking into your flesh, causing goosebumps down your arms. He steered you away from where Jimin was struggling against Jungkook and finding himself at quite a disadvantage. Namjoon's broad chest covered your back completely with room to spare, and the heat his skin had soaked up from the sun radiated into your own. He pushed you toward the wall of the pool and caged you there. His hands moved to your arms and soothed down your skin. 

"Is this okay?" He asked in your ear and a chill went down your spine. He slid his hands over yours and rested them at your hips, his middle fingers tracing over the top of your bikini bottoms. You went still except to nod. Namjoon's hands continued to roam over your body under the water, one feeling the taut muscles of your abdomen while the other caressed your inner thigh. "You have an incredible body, Val," he murmured, mouth so close to your ear you could feel his breath on your skin. "I can't wait to explore you," he added as his fingertips ghosted over the fabric between your legs. 

You squealed when Jimin jumped into Namjoon's back, water splashing around the two of you as he tried to reach for you. Namjoon put a foot against the wall and pushed off, giving you room to move away. 

"What's going on?" Jin asked, looking at the commotion in the pool as he brought out two more plates of snacks and set them around Hoseok as if they weren't for everyone. 

"I think they're playing keep away with Val. Either that, or fighting to get their hands on her," Hoseok answered as he watched you swim down the length of the pool. 

You weren't thinking too much about it as you moved down the wall to the next sheltering body. You encountered Taehyung's legs where they hung into the water from his seat on the hot concrete. 

"Hey," you breathed when you looked up at him. 

He smiled at you easily and spread open his long legs. "I'll guard you," he promised. You slipped between his knees and he crossed his legs over your chest, letting you hold onto his legs to help keep yourself afloat. You kept your back safely pressed against the cool tile of the pool wall as you watched the other men horseplay, splashing and laughing loudly. Jin handed a glass to Jungkook before slipping into the water, taunting Jimin with something in Korean that you didn't catch. When Jimin slipped out of Namjoon's grasp and moved toward you again, you started, but Taehyung kept you locked between his legs. 

"Wait," he said quietly. "I'll tell you when to go." 

He let Jimin approach you while the others merely watched and waited. When Jimin was within touching distance of you, Taehyung stuck out both long legs, pressing his feet against Jimin's shoulders. 

"Go, Val!" Taehyung exclaimed as he held the other man at bay. 

Jimin's face scrunched as he stretched to catch you, but you giggled before you ducked out of Tae's legs. As soon as you were clear, Tae caught Jimin between his feet and pulled him into the spot you had vacated. Jimin's hand reached for you, grazing your arm but you carefully pulled it away and swam for the other end of the pool. Jin came out to meet you in the middle of the pool and towed you to the shallow end. 

"Having fun?" He asked as he pulled you through the water.

"Yeah," you smiled more naturally than he thought he had seen before. Yet he noticed how as you got to where you could stand, you kept your shoulders below the water. Jungkook almost moved to take you from him, to cover you again. But Jin caught on without needing to be told and he pulled you against him before propelling you both to the edge of the pool once again. 

"Look what I caught for you, Hobi," Jin crooned as he gathered your long hair down the middle of your back. 

At the shallow end, you stood in front of Jin and the concrete came up to your ribs, leaving your breasts on display in the slightly too small top that Jungkook had picked for you. You hadn't bothered to say anything to him, since it was clear that getting a good look at you was clearly the purpose anyway. 

Hoseok licked his lips when you leaned forward slightly and rested your elbows on the warm concrete. "Thank you, hyung. I love it."

"Are you okay, Hobi?" You asked sweetly as Jin continued to twirl a column of your hair, wringing some of the water out and watching as the water slipped down your back. His eyes traced over the pattern of scars over the majority of your back. He wasn't being a voyeur or looking for pleasure. There was no changing your value based on what he saw. But he needed to know. Hobi watched, knowing as he saw Seokjin’s face the tenderness the older man was willing to give you. It warmed his heart to watch his own lover accept you so completely. While his scars weren’t as physically visible as yours, Hoseok knew the heaviness that came with living with them each day. Slowly, Seokjin had taught him how to trust others to share the weight of that burden and he knew Seokjin could do the same for you too.

"I'm great right now, jagiya." Hoseok smiled at you and your chest heated. 

Jin let go of your hair and leaned into you. "Yoongi can you get me a drink please." He said it so casually, politely but in a tone that made it an order rather than a favor. 

Yoongi was happy to oblige. He stirred the contents of the pitcher to mix what might have settled and then he poured a glass for Jin. He rose and walked to stand in front you before he crouched down to be almost level with you. Then he handed the glass to Jin.

"Are you doing okay, sweetheart?" Yoongi asked as Jin took a drink.

"I'm good, oppa," you answered happily.

Jin squeezed your side. You turned your head up at him. "Yes, oppa?" You questioned.

Jin's free hand came out of the water to cup your throat, holding your face at that angle before he lifted his glass to your chin. "Open," he said with the same authority he had used on Yoongi a moment earlier.

So you parted your mouth slightly so he could put his glass to your lips. The liquid spilled into your mouth, sweet and sour orange juice coating your tongue, accompanied by the fizz of champagne bubbles. You swallowed a mouthful and both men watched a rivulet of yellow slip down the corner of your mouth. Jin pulled the glass away and released his hold on your jaw. You faced forward to Yoongi again, and he reached out to swipe the liquid back up to coat your lower lip with his thumb. Your breath stopped as Yoongi lifted the thumb to his own mouth. He smiled at the taste of oranges and chlorine, then he walked back to his seat. He opened the book he'd brought outside with him and began to ignore everyone.

Your thoughts became hazy with so many hands on you, so many teasing words, so many longing stares. You were vaguely aware of Jin and Hoseok talking over you, but not enough to tell if they were talking to or about you. To your left, Namjoon and Jungkook were tangled together, caught in their own small moment of wandering hands and soft lips. Whether the words Namjoon was murmuring against Jungkook's skin were sultry or sweet was only for them to know. Jin still stood at your back, but not against you, his hands on the concrete caging you protectively but not possessively.

You sank into the water and moved away from him, deciding your attempts to hide were pointless. They were going to see eventually. They seemed to already know. It wasn't as if they didn't already know you were broken. And they were willing to keep you anyway. You reminded yourself of what Namjoon had told you yesterday about accepting their feelings, that they were genuine. Until you could believe that yourself, you would just have to take his word for it. But you couldn't hide. You let yourself float in the water, felt it glide over your skin like another caress, soaked the sunlight into your cheeks.

You felt a hand wrap around your waist, too gentle to startle you, and you kept your eyes closed as the person pulled you closer. 

"You've been running from me, kitten. You're not scared of me, are you?" You knew it was him from his hands, but you opened your eyes to look at Jimin anyway. You turned to have him directly. 

"I was just playing, Jiminie. Isn't that what you want? To play?"

Jimin set his hands on your hips and pulled you close to him. To his surprise, you wrapped your legs and arms around him, lazily tracing the crescent moon tattoo at the base of his neck.

"You caught on quick, didn't you?" 

You merely shrugged. Jimin's hands clasped behind your back as he moved the two of your weightless bodies aimlessly through the water. "Do you want to play?"

"What kind of game?" You asked it innocently even though you knew Jimin was anything but. 

"Any kind. I know a lot of games. Some the others don't like to play." He pulled you tighter to him so your chest didn't lean so far away, so he could speak in your ear. "Maybe there are some things you'd like that you don't know to ask for. Things I could show you. You can come play anytime, with me and Tae." 

Your legs squeezed around him and Jimin grinned. You looked over his shoulder to where Taehyung still sat at the deep end of the pool. "Would Tae be okay with that?" After everything, you didn't want to hurt him more.

Jimin chuckled softly. "Yes, he would. I think it would mean a lot to him. Even though he didn't want to share you before, his perspective has changed now." 

You leaned back again to look Jimin in the eyes. "Can I ask you something?" He nodded. "Do you still play with Mariana?" 

His face went stoney for half a second and then he shook his head.

"Not since the night you found out about everything."

Your brows furrowed just slightly. "Why not?" 

Jimin shrugged. He honestly hadn't thought about it. "She was just for fun. A little distraction now and then while Taehyung was with you. She wasn't the only one. But since things fell apart between you two, I've been focusing on him."

You only gave him a squeeze in response and continued to let him float you around the pool for several minutes. After that you let each of them pass you around again, enjoying their touches and kisses. You laughed along with their teasing of one another and listened eagerly to stories they told. Morning turned to afternoon and you'd never been so happy to be tired in your whole life. 

You nodded, taking in the information, and leaned into him again, letting yourself enjoy the feeling of his embrace. It was just like cuddling.

“Thank you for taking care of him,” you whispered. Jimin's chest bloomed as you settled into him. He nestled his face in your neck and stroked his thumb up and down an old scar. "I know you have Yoongi and everyone else, but just know you can come to me, too. For comfort or a cuddle or an itch you need scratched."

When everyone decided it was time to get out of the sun, you climbed out of the pool and moved with small but quick steps over to Yoongi to grab a towel from the stack beside him. You wrapped the thick, fluffy towel around your body, disappearing beneath the blue and white stripes. You sat on the other side of Yoongi on the double chaise lounge he had chosen to sit on in hopes you'd eventually find your way there. His book was still open against his knees, but his eyes were on you. 

"Having fun?" He asked as he watched you examine your pruney fingers.

Your smile was blinding. "I'm exhausted. I need a nap." You rested your head back against the chaise and closed your eyes, your smile not faltering one bit. Yoongi moved a piece of hair from your face.

"You should go shower. Then you can nap in your bed. The chlorine isn't good for your skin."

You pouted and moaned at his words. Your body angled toward him and inched closer. "But I want to stay with you, oppa. Didn't get to hang out with you all day." 

That wasn't entirely true. He'd been there the whole time, sneaking glances above his book to watch you share your joy with the other members. But there had been so much of the others and so little of him. Whenever you were with the whole group you were used to being close to him. He was like a security blanket and even though you had learned today that you didn't need him, you still missed him. 

Yoongi's smile only grew more endeared. "How about you go shower and come up and clean your cut and then we can hang out a little bit, just me and you."

You opened your eyes to look up at him. His long black hair waved gently away from his face. His expression was so tender, you melted all over again. You could reach up just a little and kiss him. But maybe he would get tired of it if you did that too frequently. The smile you returned came more from your eyes than your lips when you replied, "come up to my room in ten minutes."

Yoongi knocked softly when he came to your room, worried you might not be ready. But you answered with a quiet command to come in. He found you in your bathroom, tying your damp hair into a thick bun atop your head. The air still hung wetly with the floral fragrance of the products you had used. It was mildly intoxicating. You were dressed already, in a loose pair of sweats that hung low on your hips, a bright strip of your underwear peeking out, paired with an old, thin t-shirt and–he could tell–no bra.

Yoongi swallowed as he stepped into the large bathroom. "I brought a cream that will help reduce the scarring. If you apply it frequently, it should be minimal."

You gave him a tight smile and thanks as you finished securing your hair. "Can I?" He gestured with the containers in his hands. You responded by sitting back on the countertop and lifting the hem of your shirt. Yoongi soaked a cotton ball with the antiseptic he had brought with him and dabbed it gently along the lines of your cut.

"There's something else I wanted to talk to you about," he said as he waited for it to dry. "As your doctor."

You chuckled lightly. "Sure."

"Birth control," he uttered, like ripping off a bandaid. You bit your lips together to keep from laughing or from showing how shy you were with your smile. "It's up to you of course. I managed to get a supply of pills, in case you want to start today. But if you'd like another method, I can get you in to see an OBGYN."

You blinked at him. "I'm not so good at remembering to take the pill every day."

"I can help you, make sure you take it on time." He nudged your thigh. "It will give me an excuse to see you."

"This is really happening, isn't it?"

"What is?" 

"They all actually want to have sex with me," you almost laughed at how ridiculous it was. 

Yoongi blushed, but he tried to ignore it. "We," he corrected, "all want to have sex with you. To be close to you. Not all of us in the same way. We're all different but…we all want to take care of you in the ways we know how." He let you take in his words for a moment, watching your face, but you gave away nothing. "Does that scare you?"

You let out a breath. "I don't know if scare is the right word. It's strange. It's going to take a while to get used to."

"That's understandable. Take everything at your own pace, Val. We'll be here."

You nodded and Yoongi unscrewed the cap on the jar of lotion he had brought you. He dabbed it over your skin with the lightest of touches. Then he straightened up to look you in the eyes. 

"I meant everything I said last night, Val. I love you, but I don't mind being only one of many who do. I'll give you anything you need or want from me." 

You fisted the front of his shirt in your hands and pulled him between your legs so there was hardly any space between you. You looked at him eye to eye, but almost too close to focus, so close his breath was on your lips. 

"You're too—"

"No." He cut you off, hands raising to your shoulders, to tease his fingers along your neck. "Not too anything."

You paused, breathing the same breath, but not moving. "What if I don't know how to love you back, even though I want to?"

His thumb stroked along your jaw. Yoongi knew it scared you. But he also knew you were more than capable of it. He knew you would feel it and show it long before you could recognize it. And even if you didn't, he wasn't sure it would matter to him. "Will you stay until you figure it out or decide you don't want to?"

You nodded slowly. "I'll stay."

"Then there's nothing more to want," he smiled before he kissed you.

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[vinetae]

Baby, Baby

Genre: angst, Fluff, 16+

Warnings: Jimin begging for a baby. Mentions of rape stuff. Virgin!Reader. Reader is waiting until marriage. Jimin having baby fever. This doesn't go how you think it does, folks..

Summary: After returning from your mission trip, you and Jimin finally settle back down into his apartment. What you hadn't known, is that he was wanting to add a certain something to this relationship.

A/n: had this idea. Thought about it. Wanted to write it. Don't think about the logic of it, k? This is just fiction anyways.

..

Your butt sat on the edge of the couch, hand reaching atop Jimin's as you continue. "Jimin.. I just don't think our lives could handle a baby right now."

His head lowers, hand squeezing yours in return. "But- I'm really good with kids, Y/n! And we're not struggling financially and we just got back from the mission trip I think-"

You cut him off. "Jimin, I told you were going to wait until marriage to have sex." He shakes his head.

"Yes, you said sex. But this wouldn't be sex. It would be a baby." You chuckle,rolling your eyes back playfully.

"Where do you think babies come from!"

A smirk tugs his lips, teasing you. "By the stork, of course."

Your body falls back into the couch, snuggling up with it's comforting hug. Jimin joins you, pulling himself between your legs as he's faced down on his stomach. Chin resting on your belly for comfort. You'd been quite close for stuff like this, even I'd you hadn't had sex yet.

Youd decided a long time ago that abstinence had been the best birth control. The idea of having a baby the size of a grapefruit and bigger, pushed out and through your vagina had your legs clenching in fear. Not only that - you were terrified of throwing up. No, really. You hated it. Cried ever since you were little. You did everything you could to not have to throw up. So morning sickness? You don't take your chances.

You and jimin had been together for almost three years. You knew almost everything about one another, and then some. You'd grown so close, that you barely needed to speak sometimes. Just sharing an intense bond that no one else had. Like dancing gracefully to your favorite slow song, you and him were one.

Your hand comes down to tug gently at his recently dyed roots, a smile pressing your lips. His eyes drooped, pain fully expressed while his lips curled into a small pout.

"They have ways that you don't have to ever have sex, baby. Hell, i could just give you my sperm and- you know, there are lots of AMRYs that would gladly have my babies!"

That's it.

You stand up, arms flailing in the air. "Oh. They do?? Well why don't you just go and knock them up, huh! Fuck you and your baby fever, Jimin!"

His hand reaches out before you're able to walk away, pulling you back into his arms.

"No.. Y/n I'm so sorry I don't- I don't know what I was thinking.. please, sweetheart. I only want babies with you." His lips find the sweet spot along your neck, making you shudder. Pushing him away, you stand back up.

"Jimin, that's enough. No baby, and that's final."

..

ah, mother nature. A great sign that you had indeed escaped another month of a possible new family member. Well, not that it would've happened anyways. Jimin had backed off the subject over these few weeks. It made you feel a little bad for being so harsh with him. But he's not the one who'd be doing the birthing, the puking, the carrying, everything basically.

"Hey, Jimin could you bring me a tampon?" Hid body lightly stands, arms reaching up to pop his back before walking to the bathroom.

"Where are they?"

You shuffle around, pulling the soaked panties down your legs to kick them off. "I bought a new pack. They should be on the kitchen counter!"

He nods, walking into the kitchen for a few seconds. After some minutes pass by, he exclaims. "Found them!"

Shouldnt have taken him that lon-

"Ah, thank you-" he hands you one tampon.

Not just one tapon, no no.

One that was already opened.

Your eyebrow raises. "Jimin, did you open this?"

He nods, humming. "Mhm. I thought it'd be easier."

Something felt off about this.

Your hand slowly reaches out towards the little stick, taking it by the plastic peice. Then, you see it. A small drop of white substance blended with the tip. If you hadn't had your contacts in, you sure would've missed it. Your hand releases it quickly, as it drops to the floor.

"Jimin- did you CUM on my tampon!?"

..

How. How. The HELL.

You both sat on the beds edge. A silence prowling the room slowly, consuming every little sound until there had been nothing but an empty void of discussions you didn't want to have.

Tour bodies sat a foot apart from one another, both teetering on the edge. His knee bounces rapidly, as you try and contemplate what just happened.

He came on your tampon. He tried to get your pregnant, without your consent. HE CAME ON YOUR TAMPO-

"Y/n.." His voice had been just a bit higher in volume than a little door mouse. Shoulders slouched, as a frame of guilt trails his features. His hand reaches over to yours, but you pull away.

You couldn't think right now. You couldn't believe what he tried to do. What else had he done???

Your mind swarms with ever scenario he had been in with you. Handing you a pair of underwear after showering. Wearing HIS boxer briefs for comfort. Had he cum in those too?? What else had be been hiding from you?

"Y/n.. I'm sorry.."

Your head cranes, an ironic chuckle rolling past your lips. You didn't know how to feel. Angry? Scared? Horny?-

Wait.. where'd horny come from?

"W..Why would you do that, Jimin? When you know I told you specifically-"

"I know, I know.. it's just- maybe if you had no other choice-"

You stand abruptly. "No other choice?! Sounds awfully rape-y of you, Jimin." Your arms cross your chest, huffing in annoyance.

Jimin looks up, as you see stained tears fall down his cheeks. You immidiently bend at the knees, coming to cup both sides of his face. Voice a lot softer and nurturing. His hand tries to grab yours in comfort.

"I-I don't know why I did it, Y/n.. I just saw you with all those kids an-and.."

He couldn't even finish his sentence. His chest felt tight and sore, his throat dry, as he sniffs. Your arms come to wrap around his shoulders, sitting in his lap gently. Holding him as you sway the two of your side to side.

"Baby, it's okay.. I forgive you, Jimin. But please-"

His head looks up to meet your eyes. A somber twang pains your heart, as you say the words.

"Next time, repsect my decision. Please."

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Hurt me to write it too, I know.

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[dearlyanqels]

The Boyfriend Series

bored as hell. truly I am, so I'll be writing some you guys can request, I do say i suck at some shit, I'll try to write it as best as I can, please give me enough details, so I won't mess up on your things.

this can be as soft as it can or as nsfw as it can. I can do separate, group, or duo.

this is also very shitty

Asking You/Them Out

Seokjin, Kim.

the day he ask you out, is the day neither of you will forget.

beforehand he was your coworker, you both were in a work project, and he was the one in charge.

after the drinks, you two walk to the nearby apartments, since then you two had a bond.

how he asks you out was kinda funny, you two were out eating ice cream and walking around Han River when something made you gasp.

a small little ducklings was lost, and you couldn't help yourself but to help it into the water, until the mother duck came swatting at you that made you bump into seokjin.

his ice cream, cream his whole shirt, your drink of thick milkshake fell on his face and your body then landing right on the ground.

"is a bad time to ask you out?" he said laughing while wiping his face off. you couldn't stop laughing, but accept his offering.

he still buys you the thick milkshake, but walks a bit apart, afraid it might spill on him again.

Namjoon, Kim

namjoon adores nature, everyone knows that, but he loves you as well.

it was not to long ago that he ask you out, it started two weeks ago, you had stay the night with him just for the weekend.

and this was his chance, his moment that he and hobi were working on (hobi only help as impersonating you) he had to do this.

he open the door to his room, and followed the smell of your cooking for him. "you got this namjo-" he didn't get it.

he notice that weren't in the kitchen area, but next to his beloved bonsai tree, petting it. oh he was head over hills over you already.

"oh joon bug, food is finish, I saw on tiktok that talking to plants. so I wanted to talk it" he couldn't help himself, so when he walk to you, he trip on the coffee table

you tried to bit your laugh back, but failed. "oh honey" you said parting his hair, and kissing his forehead. "date me." he sounded more demanding then asking. "weren't we always dating we literally had-" he kiss your lips before you brought up the moments of last night's.

Hoseok, Jung

he could never ask you our without being utterly shy, like shy.

during his down time, he was laying down on the little cot the staff provided the members and rethink his practice performance like he usually does, that was until he heard your voice.

you came skipping to the cots and laid right next to him, you always cherished his after practice cuddles very much, and he knew you did becaus how sleepy you get.

"hobi" you quietly said, almost a whisper into his ear, he smiled and held you closer "yes?" he said equally as quiet. "you're warm" you said, he chuckled and grab your cheeks. he stared at your lips, your nose, and those beautiful and peaceful eyes.

"what are you doing after our concert?" he whisper you could practically fell the chills on his arm, and his heart race against your cheek. "I'm your stylist, I have to pack up" you stared deep into his eyes, seen the red around his cheek turn dark.

"let's go on a date, tomorrow, I'll get you at your hotel" he quickly got up and walk right out the room. you could tell he was very embarrassed how his mind didn't register what he just ask you, but you couldn't wait.

Taehyung, Kim

you two have been dating for nearly three years, and out of you two, he was the most romantic person.

he planned everything out, the lake spot, the meal that was cook (by seokjin, forgive taehyung he still learning).

he made sure to wrap your eyes, so you wont see the surprise, he even got your favorite flowers to make sure it was perfect.

he sat you down and grab your favorite drink and poured it for you. seokjin place off your blind fold and let you gasp at the view and thoughtful setting. "taehyung, babe" you looked at him, thanking your lucky stars for this moment.

"I know we been friends for so long, but I want to cross that bridge. the bridge of dating. will you go-" you couldn't help your self, you just had to kiss him.

he smiled into the kiss, thanking his lucky stars as well. every day since that day he couldn't stop loving you more than ever. "you remember when I ask you out, and you kissing me" he said kissing your leg as he massage your feet from a rough work.

"everyday, thank you for dating me" you said, he look at you with so much love and adoration. he really loved you.

Jimin, Park

just line hobi, he was shy. his confidence was gone when you walk into the room, because the way your smile was huge and the way you look just made him shy.

but today was not one of those precious days, you were crying and holding his Chimmy. he felt his heart shatter, and break into so many pieces. "why are you crying?" he lean on his feet and remove your hoodie from your face. "my friend-- the one who-- she" he watch as you tried your best to spurt out a sentence. "come let's go, we're in Busan, let's go to my father's restaurant" she shook her head.

"minnie, my clothes.. no" he didn't care and still pulled you to the door. the drive was silent but also had a little sniffles here and there. he open the door for you and just walk into the restaurant, not caring about the whispers or stares.

"thank you dad" he said, and pulled your chair. "you been planning this?" she ask, nothing could get passed you really. "yes, but we'll get to that later" he said showing his adorable smile. "yes, I would love to date you" you said, it wasn't how he wanted it, but he was still glad. and glad to make you smile.

"you were supposed to wait til we get back to hotel and I wipe your tears and we eat the little dessert. -- let me not be shy around you" he whined, you laugh and kiss his hand. "let me be the romantic one" he whined more and grumble some words, but in reality it was for to escape the sadness and smile around him.

Jungkook, Jeon

rain, dog walking and puddles.

oh how the two of you adore the rainy days, it's how you two met. your dog was running off her leash and bam ran after your dog that made both of you run.

he couldn't thank his dog enough for that faithful day.

he watch as you dance around and kick some water, your dog was just like you as well, jumping in puddles and all around happy, he was happy.

you stop, and stared at him for a little longer until the thunder roll making the dogs bark. "ah let's get to your house" he said you two both job through the rain and to the covered surface your home.

"-- wait, I gotta ask you something." he did pulling you out of the rain. he didn't notice your face when you jump into a big puddle that he accidentally got drag into. "fu- go out with me, let's have a date here" he pick you up throwing you over his shoulder and into your house as you giggled. in reality, you two have been dating for a little over seven months.

Yoongi Min

he was not one for spontaneous things, he liked to just do it as it is plan.

but you were spontaneous, and adventurous. it was one of the many qualities he enjoyed about you. so he had help from his family and friends to put togther a scavenger hunt.

and oh boy did it take a lot of time, a lot of planning, he was tired but he needed to do this.

hoseok and you were walking around until he received a text and instructions on a note to hand to you. "take a small trip to the ice cream store, its where we firste right?" the note read, you and hoseok begin the journey from there up until the second to the last note.

"and after you met my parents I needed you to meet my friends who are like brothers. they mean a lot to me. I know they mean a lot from you as well. ask namjoon for the note, but dear god don't let him drive i know he recently got his driver's license, still."

you felt namjoon's eye roll and gave you the last note "okay good, now follow these coordinates" the bottom was numbers, jimin jangle the kiss to the van, you all gladly accept and went along.

there he was, kicking rocks and looking at the waterfall. he nervously look up to see you gazing at the moment. "very adventurous and well planned out mr. min" you said smiling. "all to ask out the most important person I want to see every day" he said. "oh yoongi, oh my yes yes yes yes" he ran up to you and kiss your cheek. "I would have cried if you said no" he whisper, earning a laugh from you.

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[livingformintyoongi1]

The Han Family: Park Jimin

Trope: Established relationship.

Oc Information: [The name will be used in the parts where another couple is discussed to avoid confusion.]

Lee Soyeon.

26 yo.

05/15

Ex-girlfriend of Jiwon's twin brother.

Context: You had a 4+ year relationship with the twin brother of a close friend. The guy was, simply put, perfect.

He was cute, kind, polite, very attentive, yes, the perfect guy. So why did you leave him? You don't even know.

Maybe it was because he was too cute and that kept you from loving him properly, maybe it was the fact that you were still too young to get serious with someone, or maybe he was just the right guy at the wrong time.

You don't know, but the fact here is that you broke up with him and completely wrecked him. And of course, you felt guilty, which is exactly why, when he begged you to keep in touch, you didn't refuse.

You never told him that you started a new relationship with a police officer named Jimin, you were too embarrassed to tell him and hurt him even more. You kept that little secret to yourself and Jimin, because yes, he knew you were talking to him.

You also didn't tell him how you left home to live with Jimin, because you knew he would realize that for you the problem was always him.

It was Jimin who, after months of moving in with him, convinced you to go see him in order to clear things up and cut off contact with him, because he was aware that you were only doing this out of pity.

So you went back to his house for his father's birthday. You didn't think that doing that would get you involved in a bloody murder that your boyfriend had to investigate.

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[bts-0t-7]

Breaking Bonds | PJM | Chapter 2

Pair: Fae Jimin x Nymph reader 

Summary: Stripped from your own birthright, you suffer at the hands of your people. But after all, you couldn’t blame them. Having enough, you left in the middle of the snowy days but things didn’t go as you planned. Jimin, pulled by an unspeakable force, ventures out into the blizzard to find a body face-first on the ground. Your love and connection is forbidden - looked down upon. But the both of you are willing to try. However, where there are dreams there are prices to pay. How will the both of you push through? Can the both of you do it?

Genre: Strangers to lovers, fantasy au, Jimin is the CROWN PRINCE (I mean-), angst, kidnapping, smut

A/N: AHEM - 👀 that's all the warning I'll give HAHA

WC: 3774

Heartbroken was truly not the right word to use while describing Jimin’s current state. 

He went around his duties like a ghost, refusing to sleep in any other place than your room even if it was freezing cold to him, and cried himself to sleep almost every other night. 

Hurt. 

He was hurt. 

Jimin could understand why you chose to leave. After all, he read your note. He knew he understood your intentions but he tried. He had hoped that you wouldn’t. His mother was barely in the picture, preferring her group of ladies rather than staying in his quarters and having some bonding. She was almost a non-existent figure in his childhood life. It was only when he started taking up his duties during adolescence, did she appeared more. 

His father and grandfather were always too busy fighting on the battlefield and when his father finally came home, Jimin was disregarded like an old rag doll. With the King in perfect condition, the young and naive Crown Prince was no longer being held at the throat for possibly taking over the throne. 

The only parent figures he had were the maids and servants in the castle. When he was young, they would sneak some snacks for him before bedtime and they would eat together as they watched the night sky. More times than not, stories would be told then. During his adolescence, some of the councillors would give him extra help for his homework. They would teach him the laws and ways of the kingdom not by books, but by actions. 

During seasonal festivals, the servants would always pair up with an undercover guard to bring him out of the castle - even if it is just for a few hours - and let him explore what would be his when he ascends. 

Jimin is forever grateful to those who took care of him growing up, some of them barely eighteen years old. But he had always craved a different sort of intimacy. Nobody could replace the absence of his parents but as Jimin grew older, he had wished that he would find the one for him so that he could shower them with as much love and care as the servants had for him. 

But as he came of age and after so many years of mindless finding, Jimin had started to give up until he found you, lying face first in the snow. He was drawn by an unspeakable force to venture into the depths of the forest that day. He was in the middle of his afternoon duties when he looked out into the vast snow and felt it. 

Jimin had initially wanted to ignore it but it got stronger the more time passed. So he went to the stables and settled his horse, trotting the both of them in an unknown mark. He observed where he was going, of course - southeast, with little turns and ups and downs. 

Until he saw your body on the ground. 

His heart stopped. 

That day, he figured out a new type of fear - One that was bone-chilling. 

He ran back to the castle and summoned as many well-known physicians as he could. And while you were bedridden, he carefully nursed you back to health, feeding you morsels of the forest that were saved in the kitchen. He picked out the rarest fruits and collected enchanted waters from the streams up ahead to bathe you. 

The both of you had grown a lot closer in those times, conversations revealing a shared desire for peace and unity between both your kingdoms. He kept you farthest away from his parents, and while nobody in the kingdom was oblivious to you being protected in the walls of the castle, they were of your connection. 

His people knew that he always had a soft spot for nymphs - just like he has for many other things. But fearing for your life, Jimin dared not share the connection he learned - a sacred bond of both the heart and the soul. He knew that you could feel it as well, many times preferring to lay on him rather than beside him. 

But history had to dictate that nymphs and faes were eternal enemies, their alliance forbidden. 

And the unexplainable feeling that coursed through his body when you left him - left him feeling completely… shattered. 

You weren’t certain which direction you were going.

You were never good with directions.  

Even worse without a compass, you walked on foot until it turned dark. 

You knew that you had to find shelter soon or the possibility of you being eaten in the middle of the night by some rouge animal would probably be higher than whatever tree you were resting on. Turning back, you decided that the cave behind the waterfall you had found was probably the best bet. 

A loud howl spurred you on, warning you of the troubles in the woods. As carefully as you could, you ran back in the direction of the waterfall. But you were running for more than fifteen minutes and you were sure that the waterfall was not more than a seven-minute walk away. You could still hear the sounds of the rushing water before you started but now, you couldn’t hear a thing. 

Stopping in your tracks, you panted hard, hands on your knees as you fought to catch your breath. In the snowy weather of the continent, there resides the deathly ghost leopards. They hunt when the sun sets, white fur easily blending into the snow of the surroundings. They are so silent that even your pointed ears cannot hear a thing. The only time you know that you are staring at it is when you look into their green eyes, glowing in the dark. 

When you were younger, your parents would always use the story of ghost leopards eating you up if you ventured into their territory to ensure you stayed in during the night. Now you truly wished you had just stayed at the waterfall when you had first found it. Because staring into the glowing eyes was not how you wanted your life to end. 

Your head bowed down as you cowered. Ghost leopards know no bounds on magic. 

They are known as the Balancers. These specific animals and plants are almost human-like, where they are not mystical beings nor are they completely mortal. They balance out the good and evil. But they too, have their seasons. Within the caps of the snowy mountains resides one of these.

Ghost leopards hail from the same element you came from but you were from two different sides of the coin. And while some nymphs have snow leopards as their spiritual partners, the both of you did not get along. 

“I’m sorry, I’ll just… leave.” You slowly backed away, keeping your attention trained on the ground. “Please just don’t eat me.”

But life wasn’t on your side it seems. 

The leopard in front of you leapt, precisely knocking you down as a shriek exploded out of you. You fought for your life as gigantic teeth clamped down on your arm and large paws scratched at your back. You started to fade out when the clashing of swords and hushed voices was the last thing you heard.

Jimin looked out of the window in his office. He felt a sense of gut-wrenching ache to go into the depths of the forest, much similar to the feeling the day he found you. But he knew you wanted nothing to do with him and therefore, brushed it off as his overprotective and clingy feelings. 

Softly sighing, he ran his hand through his hair and closed the curtains, turning to the bed. Your scent was slowly wafting out of the room and even your pillow, being the most heavily scented item, was starting to fade. Still, Jimin snuggled into the pillow, bringing it to his nose and letting your scent calm him down. 

It wasn’t until late in the night that the night shift guards returned, causing a much louder ruckus downstairs. It was shouting and clashing that Jimin woke up to. Squinting at the grandfather clock, Jimin registered that he had only slept no more than four hours. Groaning, he flipped himself onto his stomach and tugged the quilt higher. 

But it was the prolonged yellings that finally dragged him out of bed. He had half a piece of mind to go down and reprimand them for making so much noise, so late in the night. Jimin had put together that they were probably celebrating a big catch that the night shift must have brought back from their rounds. 

Just as he was tugging on his tunic, a guard, hands bloodied and face pale barged in. Jimin was immediately awake. Perhaps he thought wrong? 

Instinctively, he grabbed his sword that he had left leaning against the wall when the guard went, “Highness, there is no need. No monster is in sight.” Jimin was confused. If there was no killing needed, why are his hands full of blood?

“You are needed at the infirmary, Your Highness.”

Jimin didn’t put down his sword and walked out of the room. The guard followed him closely behind, footsteps rushed as the both of them headed down. Jimin should have been more alert, should have better sniffed around at the man to gain some inkling of what is going on because he was not ready to have another sight of you on the hospital bed. You looked like you were bleeding from every inch of your body, blood covering your arms and hair. 

His physicians were trying their best to staunch the bleeding but Jimin could just hear it. It wouldn’t stop. The wounds were to deep. 

“Who-” Oh, he was beyond furious. He would kill anybody who hurts you and his primal urges are urging him on a hunt right now. 

“It was a ghost leopard, Your Highness.” The same guard who led him over said. “We heard screams and ran over but the leopard already had its fangs down.”

Jimin loves animals but he would truly like the skin that leopard dry. 

Taking deep breaths, Jimin pushed a few physicians aside, commanding his powers forward. Small wisps of flames licked up your arms as they went in and out of you, before sealing your wounds. Your body was tense and twitching throughout the time. Jimin could only imagine what it is like for you. He was fire and you were ice. The polar opposites. 

As Jimin stepped back, he let the physicians fret over you once again. He never thought that he would have to see you lifeless on the bed, again. The first time had broken his heart so much he refused to move from his spot, worried that you would wake up the moment he leaves and there would be nobody beside you. The maids had finally convinced him to take care if himself when his father called him over for a council meeting at the main palace. He made it back just in time before you woke up. If he had been any later, you would have probably screamed bloody murder by then or jumped out the window, forever never making an appearance. 

But the worst of it was always seeing you on the bed, lying there, unmoving. And now that he has experienced your bubbly nature, it felt even more heartbreaking. His brows pinched as if they couldn’t stand the silence between the both of you. You were always saying something, always teasing him - and although he gets irritated, he would never dare say he didn’t like it one bit. 

Jimin felt like the whole tortuous process had started once again, waiting for any sign of response from you. Luckily, this time, it took you no more than two days before surfacing. Jimin was dead asleep when you had awoken and he had no idea until you had shaken him awake. 

“Jimin… Jimin.”

His brows furrowed. Why do people never let him sleep?

“Jimin.” He felt soft hands caress down his cheeks and he puffed them, turning to snuggle deeper into the pillow. Light laughter broke him out of his sleep-deprived state. It was a laughter he hadn’t heard in a while and your rings felt like absolutely harmony on his ears. 

His eyes shot open only to stare back at your frosty blue ones. Unbelieving, he pinched himself, wincing at the pain that shot up his arm. “Ouch…”

Your hand landed on his biceps with a smack. “Why would you pinch yourself, dummy?”

“I’m truly not dreaming?” He saw your brows furrow. “Truly?”

Your smile turned sad as the light left your eyes. “I’m sorry.” You got up into a sitting potion, hands dropping into your lap as you wrung the quilt between them. 

Jimin didn’t dare to probe the thin string between the both of you, allowing you space to speak. 

“I’m sorry. I know - It’s just that you deserve better and our bond will always be looked down on. I wanted to give you a better life rather than having to constantly hide and step on eggshells around the council and your family. Your kingdom is already unhappy as it is, I did not want to create more problems.” You hang your head, bearing your neck to him. But this is not Jimin. 

Jimin does not want you to feel like it is a necessity to apologise to him. He understood your train of thought and Jimin didn’t want you to be the one making all the decisions for him. 

“I just - I thought that it would have been better for you if I left and -”

Jimin tilted your head upwards, staring deep into your eyes. “What is good for me is a decision I choose to make for myself. And I choose you. For better or for worse, through thick and thin, I choose you. I do not need you, but I want you.”

Jimin searched your eyes for any form of discomfort before asking, “Do you want this?”

Silence followed the both of you and Jimin felt his airway close up. 

It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds but it easily felt like minutes. But Jimin kept silent - gave you space to think, to feel. Until your eyes cleared up and your voice was solid when you answered, “Yes. I want this.” 

Jimin’s breath got knocked out of him for the umpteenth time in the past few days. 

“Then it is this you will get.” Jimin brought your hands together, linking your pinkies as a promise. “We will be part no longer. I will not hide you or our relationship. I am yours.”

You nodded back at him. “I am yours.”

Jimin brought his palm to your cheek and moved closer. At a hair’s breadth away, Jimin stopped. “Are you sure?” He didn’t want to put you through anything you didn’t want but he has truly waited a long time for this. 

It was within a moment that he felt your lips on his. 

It was a tangle of limbs from then on. Nobody knew where it started and where it stopped. 

The bedroom door closed and only a small opening was left on the windows to allow some form of ventilation. Silent as it was, the servants and whatever guards who were not on duty were all sleeping.

You bit your fisted palm as you threw your head back and writhed around. But it was difficult when his very touch ignited a type of fire within you, dragging pleasure through your skin. 

“Mine. You’re all mine.” Jimin whispers into the night. Your hips instinctively pushed up, grinding against his length. 

“Please, please.” You begged, feeling your senses beginning to blur. You needed him close.

Jimin let you go, unbinding his hands from yours and sat up, stripping himself of his clothes. Without any form of restrictions, you reached for him, hands gliding down his toned body. You have never seen more than what was above and it was safe to say, you were thoroughly satisfied just from staring. 

Jimin remained upright, allowing you to explore his body as he did with yours. Your taste still lingered on the edges of his lips as he licked it, savouring the remains. Your hands glided over his body - fingers, palms, and lips. He watched as you traced every outline with that shiny look in your eyes. 

You took extra notice of the spots that he was most sensitive to - constantly arching his back, neck exposed. 

Jimin felt himself weaken in pleasure as you proceeded to lie over his body and worship his aching length. At this point, half of his rational brain was denying that he had never done this before but the other half of him was passed out from the pleasure. Just the moment your mouth engulfed his length, he was done for. 

“Oh, Jimin… God -” Your moans reverberated around, causing him to grip the sheets to find some slip of control. You abandoned his length and moved down to his heavy balls, hand remaining to jerk him off. He was so wet already, pulsating in your hand. 

“Ah - Oh, Y/N, it feels so good, ah.” Jimin moaned, face scrunching up from the force of keeping himself intact. “Ah, Y/N…”

It wasn’t long since you had gone down on him but Jimin was already grasping at the sheets, pulling them off the edges as he fought for his breath. He never knew this type of hunger from you but hell - who was he to complain? 

“Y/N - Ah - Slow down, please.” Jimin’s voice was hoarse, the pace of breathing ruined. His eyes were glassy as they looked down at you, completely blown out. Your hunger was well taken but Jimin felt oversensitive. 

But the wicked gleam in your eyes that Jimin had learned to learn was not a good thing, made him gulp. His begs have the opposite effect on you and instead of giving him a break as you took him back into your mouth. You took him down as far as you could go, hitting the back of your throat as his groomed hair tickled your nose. 

“Ah - No, I -” He throbbed in your mouth. God, he was big and you could feel him pulsating. 

Jimin whimpered and threw his hand over his mouth, trying to muffle the next loud moan that threatened to escape him. He struggled to leave your wet warmth but your sharp nails had forced his hips back down onto the bed and worked him into overdrive. Throwing his head backwards onto the pillows, Jimin squeezed his eyes shut as pleasure coursed through him. He was already lying down but he felt his knees tremble and buckle, growing tense and lax at the same time in your hold. 

As he whimpers his pleas for a break as you push him into oversensitivity, you slip off his length and kiss at the hard planes of his abdomen. Its strong structure rippled under your lips as you watched Jimin fight for air.

“God, I’ll have you for breakfast every day.” You moaned, drawing patterns with your tongue over his lower abs, occasionally dipping lower. You were not too far behind your mate. Panting and gasping for air, you look up at him with love-drunk eyes. 

Jimin swallowed heavily of whatever saliva there was left in his system - which was essentially, close to none - and met your gaze. Your blown-out eyes and messy hair - everything about you, captured his attention. 

God, you looked so pretty with his cum staining the sides of your lips. 

Jimin grabs your face and pulls you up onto the bed, meeting your lips halfway with a kiss. He thought he couldn’t get any happier but oh, how wrong was he. As your tongues tangled, playing a game of push and pull, he feasted on his lingering taste on your lips. 

Carefully, he positioned you on the bed, ensuring that your arm would not be in a compromised position. And a few seconds later, the remaining of your clothes had found itself on the floor, in a pile, beside Jimin’s own set. As he kissed you passionately, his length breached your walls as he rocked his hips into you in a desperate rhythm. 

If it wasn’t that his lodgings were the farthest from the main palace, the servants and guards would have heard the both of you by now. But even so, Jimin’s kisses kept you silent for most of the time and you dared not complain. 

As the both of you lay in bed, hands playfully caressing each other, you bathed in the presence of peace. And beneath the stream of moonlight that shone into the room, Jimin curled a tendril of your frosty hair, murmuring, “Y/N, I cannot change the past but I can change the future. For us, for our future, I promise you that I will try.” He brought his lips to your head. “We will rewrite the history of our kind. Love, not hatred, that connects us once again.”

Tears filled your eyes as you snuggled deeper into his hold, “I truly hope to believe that, Jimin.”

“We will try. We will look forward, not back, and try.” For the night, Jimin brought his arms around you as if to protect you from any other sources. “What’s mine is yours, and so your burdens are no longer just yours to bear. We have each other now.”

But peace, was a distant dream - and love, came with a heavy price. The court had already long figured out the connection between you and Jimin. Outraged by the fact that their Prince would choose a bond that was forbidden - an abomination in the eyes of history. The council feared the alliance of fae and nymph, for they were the ones who urged the breaking in the first place. And now, three generations later, they see it as a threat to their power. 

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16 | home pt 2

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warnings: ohhh.... here we are <: slight angst (jimin + oc try to communicate) / preparing for goodbye, sloppy sex?... lol <3 stay safe friends,,wrap it before u tap it yk ! dirty talk, praise kink, blowjob, some breast play, etc. 

The grad party wasn’t planned by you two. 

If it was planned by you two, it wouldn’t be this boring. It’s rather anticlimactic. Sure, good music and food is around but something is missing… Scandal? A photobooth? You can’t quite put your finger on it.

Everyone is here, wishing all the grads the best yet to come. Jimin can’t keep his eyes off of you the entire night as people wish your plans well. 

You were going soon. 

Too soon. 

He had forgotten. 

How could he remember and keep in mind such a bittersweet thing when your smile and everything else about you occupied his mind? He’s not fond of goodbyes and what makes this so much worse is that he’s fond of you.

How is he supposed to let you go? 

It’s difficult. 

He doesn’t even know if he has the right to ask you to stay or if he should even allow himself to sulk. He has feelings for you, yes. Finally, he had come to terms with his chest pains and jealousy. You, on the other hand, have not said much. Between you two, it’s an unspoken aura of caring for one another. It’s the unspoken moments of falling in love and not knowing or wanting to face the days after. All Jimin knows is that you are heading home and in the short time you two have been together, he realizes why it sucks so much. 

His home isn’t here. 

Home is wherever you go, whatever you are, and whatever you will be. 

There isn’t much to it. 

Jimin is a smart man and everything in his life was good up until you. When you came, everything was suddenly better. In the midst of his anger and confusion with you—usually, when you two were competing—he had finally solved the biggest equation of his life. It didn’t require a grand gesture or fluffy words. Instead, it was the moments he got with you that had convinced him, yes. 

This. 

I want this, with you, forever. 

Waking up to you, studying side by side, brewing coffee at 2AM together, and even arguing—he lives for these moments with you. 

There’s not much to it when it comes to you. 

You are the easiest thing he has ever come to find. In a sense, it didn’t make much. How could you love someone that you once hated? Perhaps the only thing that did make sense is this: you are the one that sees his worst parts and still want him. Beneath the humour, the jealousy, and the challenge; you still want him. Something about that has him wrapped around your finger because he feels the exact same way towards you. 

He musters all the courage he has and pins the tightness in his chest. As he excuses himself from his group, he meets you in the middle of the crowd. Standing in front of him, you raise your hand and offer a shy wave. He melts at the sight of you.

“Dance with me.”

Before you can answer, Jimin tugs you close and smiles at you warmly. His lips curve so sweetly, it almost makes you forget that people are watching… Not like it mattered as much as it did before, but it still made your tummy turn. “I can’t dance,” you tell him nervously. You feel even more nervous as you witness his sweet smile turn into a smirk.

“Good thing I can,” Jimin says ever so proudly. He then places his hands on your waist and begins to sway you back and forth. You huff at him and he laughs heartily—just enough for you to let a little bit of your guard down. It’s funny how something so sweet can make you feel irritated. Without much thought, you hit his chest with your fist. It only makes him laugh even more. 

“Finally found something you’re not good at,” he brags, taking the hit. “We should dance together more often.” 

“In your dreams—w-wait!“ 

He spins you. 

Your eyes widen at the sudden change of movement. When you face him again, he grins before dipping you low. Just like the spin, there’s no warning. His hands help you come back up and your mind runs out of things to say. Your heart, however, feels so much. 

“You’re pretty.” 

“What?” you scoff at his sudden confession. Jimin is complex with praise. Some days, he’s stingy—trying to save and keep his pride. On other days, he overflows. Unable to contain himself when it comes to you, more often than not, he lets secrets slip out like they were meant to be exposed.

“You’re like… really pretty,” Jimin says it like the room isn’t filled with your entire grad class and Uni administrators. He says it loudly and almost like he’s showing you off, yet it doesn’t sound cocky at all. He says it confidently as if he’s so sure about this.. As if he’s so sure about you. 

“Of course you think that,” you roll your eyes. “You’ve seen me naked—“

“Prettier when you keep your mouth shut though.”

You glare at him. Even when you’re trying to make a point and he interrupts you, you cave. Your glare intensifies when you suddenly feel his hand lower and grope your ass. He gives you a cheeky look and you roll your eyes at him for the second time. 

“Your hands are cold,” you complain, pushing away from him. 

He looks at you cutely before making a suggestion, “then let me put them in your—“

You cover his mouth before he can say anymore. He wiggles his eyebrows and you groan the moment you feel him lick your hand. 

He’s insufferable!

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you attempt to hold your laughter in. “Let’s get out of here before you act up even more.” 

Before he can protest, you turn and lead the way. He lets you take charge. He follows you through the crowd, eyeing his fingers that linger near yours. Jimin wonders if he could just wrap his hands around yours right now and tug you in another direction—would you follow? Would you hate him even more? … Or would you like it? His head begins to spin when you turn the corner and grab his hand, tugging him to keep up. 

As you hold his hand, Jimin just knows he’ll be struggling to let you go. 

He’s fucked.

You’re on your knees. 

Something Jimin never expected to see. You’ve only really fucked each other and moved on to the next round, and foreplay has always been about you… But tonight, it’s about him. It’s about his pouty lips that you bite, the cheeks you can’t stop kissing, and his shaky breath as you pull his boxers down and pump his length. 

“So pretty,” you compliment. It makes him blush and Jimin struggles to keep his cool. “So big, so thick, so perfect… Ahh, so—” you lick his tip, “sooo yummy.”

Jimin’s back is against your bedroom door. You two couldn’t even make the next 3 feet to your bed because… Well, this. 

“Don’t do that,” he cries. “Makes me want to do bad things.”

You shrug, placing chaste kisses along his length. “Aren’t we doing bad things right now?” 

His breath hitches. 

“I’ve never done this before,” you confess, looking at him with soft eyes. “How am I supposed to—”

“Just suck it,” he instructs. “Try to keep your teeth away and breathe through your nose. You can take in as much as you want and gradually—f-fuckk!”

You wrap your lips around his cock, going back and forth in a slow and steady pace. You suck him more towards the end as you try to focus and take more of him. Breathing through your nose is a good tip, you’ll give him that. But in all honesty, it didn’t matter if you were good at sucking his dick or not—it was you.

He could nut any moment.

After a few sucks, you pull away and catch your breath. Hastily, you take his hand and place them at the back of your head. Jimin grips your hair. 

“You do it. Show me how,” you insist. Jimin gulps, watching you take his length and hit your lips with it. You stick your tongue out to which you get his cock to tap on. Soon, you put his cock back into your mouth entirely. He takes a deep breath before he begins to guide you. 

It continues on like this for a while. You gag a bit in between and it causes him to pause and pull your head away. He asks if you’re okay and you reply with slipping his dick back inside your mouth. He can’t help but feel like he’s stuck in a dilemma. 

He wants you to feel comfortable and not to struggle… But he also can’t stop now. He loves the way that your lips wrap around him. He loves how you take him and how warm your mouth is. It’s everything he’s ever dreamed of. 

“O-ohh my god,” he shivers, as you suck and moan. “I’m going to cum..”

It’s true. 

It didn’t take much for you to get him to this state. His head goes light, his shoulders feel tight, and his heart gets all fuzzy. Soon enough, he spills himself and lets go of your hair. You stay there, letting him empty himself in your mouth. 

“Arghhh!” he spits, “fucking shit!”

When his squirts of cum finish, you pull away and wipe your lips with the back of your hand. Swallowing his cum, you smile at him sweetly. 

“Was that okay?” 

Jimin’s eyes almost fall out of his head. “Are you kidding me?”

You giggle as he picks you up from the ground and throws you to your bed. There, you crawl and get on your back. He makes his way over to you, throwing his shirt over his head and across the room. Now, he’s fully naked and you’re still in your tight dress. 

Plopping on your elbows, you watch him moves in between your legs. He doesn’t waste time as he pulls your underwear down and tosses them aside. Biting your lip, you then spread your legs and he pushes your dress to your stomach, exposing your very wet pussy. He looks at your folds and begins to salivate as if he’s never seen you bare before. Without much thought, he lazily pumps himself and moans at the sight of you. He leans over and pulls the top part of your dress down to your stomach as well. Now that your dress is all scrunched up, he takes his time to look at your perfect body. You used to be shy and this used to take so much time.. Now you two are in sync and it just feels so easy.

Not to mention this is his favourite view. He’s never seen anything so lovely. 

Jimin caresses you breast with his hands, gently pinching and tugging your nipples. He loves the way they harden with his touch. It makes him feel like your body is reacting to him. He then cups your breasts, circling them around to watch them move before he slaps them. God, was he in love with every inch of your body. Every curve, every scar, every small detail about you made him fold.

You.

You’re his favourite thing. 

He pants and you giggle, already used to the sensational feeling between your legs whenever he’s around.

“Thank you for sucking my cock, yams,” he says in a husky tone. “Was that my grad present?” 

You smile at him while shaking your head. “Shouldn’t you be giving me a grad present? I am valedictorian after all—”

“Don’t put me in a bad mood.”

You shift and lean in to kiss him. “My bad,” you kiss his lips. He kisses back shortly. “Sorry, handsome.” 

He pauses. 

You’ve never called him that before. It sounded a little awkward but wow did it make his heart flip. Jimin blushes and you take note. “Sorry I didn’t do much.. I don’t really know how all of this works.” 

Your lack of experience was never an issue. If anything, it’s what excited Jimin even more. He liked knowing that you were clueless. It made competing with you less threatening. 

“I loved it,” he confesses. “Never apologize for shit like that, by the way.”

“So bossy.”

“Just how you like it.”

You two share a smile before you lay back down. Jimin groans as you spread your legs even further and run your fingers through your folds to warm him. He moves your hands away and replaces it with his fingers. 

“Good job, yams. I can take it from here,” Jimin promises, placing a kiss on your collarbone. 

Jimin then rubs circles around your clit, making your toes curl. He’s so good at this. He always knows how to tease and get you started. Tonight, you feel impatient. Usually you two mess around for a while but you can’t explain why right now you just need him. 

“S-stop,” you stutter. “Just put it in. Fuck me already.”

He huffs, putting his hands up in surrender. “Attitude.”

“Please,” you correct yourself.

He kisses you. You chase his lips as he pulls away. “Whatever you want, yams.” Jimin promises, sealing it with one last kiss.

Jimin then intertwines his fingers with yours as he slips himself inside of you. He begins to thrust in and out, slow and full. You feel him fill you up to the rim, his balls slapping against your heat. God, you love this feeling. You love him on top of you so much, just thinking about it makes you throb. 

He can feel it too.

He feels your insides tighten and watches your stomach clench. It turns him on even more. He gets harder as he continues to fuck you. Without saying anything, he lets go on your hands and digs them under your back. He tosses you around, his dick falling out for a split moment. The emptiness makes you groan. 

“What are you doing—”

He keeps you on your side and lays right behind you. His one hand is underneath and stretches to your breast as the other wraps around your leg. You feel him place kisses on your neck and with his hot breath, he whispers, “put it in.”

You gasp. You love this position. Why haven’t you two done this before?

You reach over and feel his cock. Your heart begins to race as you bring him to your pussy. You love how it feels against your heat. So bold, so velvety, and so fucking hard.

When he feels your entrance, he pushes himself in. You moan at the satisfaction and can’t help but rub yourself as he fucks you. 

“God, I love this! You feel so good, Jimin. You’re sooo good to me. You’re so fucking good! You fill me up so much, I can’t think straight—arghh,” you chant, “my good boy.”

Jimin’s dick twitches inside of you. You can’t help but squirm. He hisses at your reaction.

“Good boy?” he mutters, “thank you, yams.”

“Fuck me like a good boy—nghhh!”

He pumps himself in and out of you.

Harder.

Faster.

Better.

It’s like something inside him switched. 

“You like that? Am I good for you? Do I make you feel good?” Jimin asks, fucking you with all his might. “Whose. A. Good. Boy?”

“Y-you! You are! You’re so fucking perfect, Jimin.” 

That’s it.

That’s all it takes.

He fucks you so good, you’re beginning to sob. Your legs are shaking as he continues to hold them up. Jimin is squeezing your breasts, going back and forth with both and slapping them occasionally. At this point, you turn your face and catch a glimpse of him. He’s sweating and his mouth is slightly open ajar. 

“Don’t look at me,” he growls. “Look at your fucking pussy being fucked by my thick cock right now,” Jimin instructs. “Look and study how well I fuck you.”

You listen.

You turn you attention to the way his cock goes in and out of you. Your folds slightly dragging against his thick length and how wet and sloppy the thrusts are turning to be. “I’m close,” you whimper, throwing your head back and kissing his neck rather sloppily. “I’m gonna cum, Jimin!”

You can’t even fathom anything right now. Everything feels like it’s on it’s climax and you’re standing on the edge. Everything feels too fucking good it aches.

“Kiss me,” you cry, “kiss me, please.”

You take his hand off your breast and bring them to your face. He lets his other hand go of your leg and cups your cheeks with both his hands. He brings his lips to you and kisses you hungrily. You love it. You love how he kisses you—how full his lips are and how he sucks the tip of your tongue every chance he gets. How is he so good at this? He kisses you and your breath is literally being taken away. All the while he drills into you faster and faster. You moan, you squirm, you sink into the kiss and let him fuck you so good that you—

“Fuck,” he pants as he takes himself out and spreads your folds to see your creampie. “That was so fucking good, yams. You look so good. Can I take a picture?”

Your mind draws a blank but you manage to nod. He gets up speedily and finds his phone somewhere. He kneels between your legs and opens them up, spreading your fold with his fingers. He snaps a few pictures before turning on a video. He moves his phone closer to your pussy and records your cum ooze out. 

Happily, he saves the video and puts his phone aside. Jimin crawls on top of you and smiles cheekily. He kisses your forehead, bringing you back to earth. You smile at him softly and pucker up your lips for another one. Gladly, he leans in.

Smiling into the kiss, he asks, “round 2?”

You’re so fucked.

The morning after has never been awkward between you two. The aftercare is honestly pretty good too. 

However, given the congested feelings between you two; it was different today. Today, the sun shines through your kitchen windows and you struggle to keep your eyes open. Meanwhile, Jimin is completely awake. So fucking ready to say and get this over with. 

“I don’t want you to go,” Jimin confesses out of nowhere. 

“I’m literally sitting here.” 

“I don’t want you to leave.”

“This is my place so I think if anyone has to leave it’s you.”

“Yams,” he warns. 

“Jimin,” you mimic, poking your tongue out at him. “Let’s not talk about it. It’s next months problem.”

“It’s a now problem.”

“Do you have to argue with everything I—“

“This is about us, yams. I’m trying to make us work.” Jimin growls, unamused by your lack of seriousness.

You stay silent.

What crawled up his ass this morning?

You two are sitting across one another, sipping coffee and spreading jam over your toast. You look at him sleepily, completely confused. He sighs, bringing his hands to his face and rubbing his chin as if it helps his thoughts progress.

“I don’t like thinking about how you won’t be around. I don’t like knowing you’re going to be far away… We literally just began, yams. I don’t want us to end in the beginning.” 

You blink. “... Beginning? What are you talking about?”

“We like each other,” he points out. “You challenge me, I challenge you. You hate me, I hate you. We fuck and suddenly we’re more than that. We’re literally having breakfast together after I spent the night fucking you.”

You laugh in exchange. “Excuse me?” 

“Shut up,” he rolls his eyes. “Don’t play dumb. Be an adult. Let’s talk about this.”

“Sure, I understood we were getting close.. But I’m a little confused as to where is this coming from?” you snort, bringing the toast to your mouth. You take a bite. You feel confused. Maybe it’s too early for this.. But it’s happening. What can you do? “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” he corrects you. “Don’t say shit like that. It’s not funny anymore.”

“Jimin, where is this coming from?” you ask, worried you’ve offended him. He looks offended. He looks hurt. 

“Here,” he points to his heart. He’s not smiling and his tone is serious. It makes you nervous. He’s never been like this before… He’s never been so honest. “You’re leaving and it has this thing,” he gestures to his heart, “acting up. I don’t know what to do but I’m sure it has to do with being with you. I need to be with you, yams.”

“I can’t stay,” you tell him softly, putting your toast down. “And even if I did, I don’t think it’d be practical to stay just for you—“

“You say it like you hated living here,” he laughs, sarcastically amused by your excuse. “You could look for jobs here and—“

“My visa—”

“You can fix it here.”

Your shoulders drop. “I need to go home—”

“Why can’t here be your home?” Jimin asks, eyes beginning to tear up. “I can be your home.”

“I can’t stay for you.”

He gulps. “Yams, you say it like you can’t love me.”

“Jimin—”

“Stay,” he begs, giving you his heart. “___, I understand it’s not practical for someone like me to ask you to do such a thing. If it’s a title you need, I’ll give it. I’ll do the boyfriend thing if it means you’ll stay. I just can’t pretend like I don’t have feelings for you because I do. Stay here or go and I’ll follow you.”

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