#jimin x taehyung

[sailoryooons]

Carmen | pjm x kth (m)

☾ Pairing: Vampire!Jimin x Human!Taehyung

☾ Summary: Taehyung gets lured to an exclusive club by a strange, enchanting woman. What finds him there is much more intoxicating and dangerous. 

☾ Word Count: 10,277

☾ Genre: Supernatural, Smut, PWP

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

☾ Warnings: Hypnotized/compelled decisions and thoughts, implied manipulation, Taehyung is influenced a lot by the natural power/allure of vampires and it scatters his thoughts/makes him do things he normally wouldn’t, depictions of blood, intimidation, The Vibes Are Off, light depictions of anxiety, vampires showing off humans like pets sort of, biting/marking/bruising, explicit language, explicit sexual content, not using lube, spit play/using spit as lube, light degradation, blood play/drinking, rough sex, overstimulation, oral (m. receiving), hand jobs, ass play, a lot of feelings and sensations, mentions of fear during sex, references to subspace, feeling overwhelmed during sex, crying, power dynamics but not explicitly dom/sub, blood lust, feeding frenzy, feelings of terror, Jimin calls Taehyung ‘Carmen’ sometimes - it makes sense in context, Taehyung is lured to the vampire den, implied obsessive themes (no stalking or anything), hair pulling, voyeurism, scenes of carnage and like a feed frenzy, terror at the end of fucking, idk its a vampire coven and Taehyung realizes whats happening at the very end so. 

☾ Published: October 27, 2023

☾ A/N: Happy Halloween to my baby bat @gimmethatagustd. I love you eternally, and I hope that we live a long and immortal life together. Please accept this as my love for you and I hope I am actually with you when this drops so that you can start screaming at me for hiding the fact that this fic was for you the entire time sofidjfogidjf. Also, Happy Early Birthday. I love you so much it’s actually disgusting and I need to be institutionalized. LARGELY UNEDITED SORRY. 

☾ A/N 2: If mem x mem isn't your thing - literally just don't read it. It is that easy. This is not me being a shipper - it is fiction and I do not believe in shipping people in a real-life setting. Thanks.

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment, or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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The boys, the girls They all like Carmen -Carmen, Lana Del Ray

Taehyung knows the woman at the back of the lounge wants to take him home before his first song is over. He’s become better at picking them out early. Of course, most of the men and women want to take Taehyung home, especially when starts singing the slower, romantic ballads. He can see the way they sigh, melting in their seats a little, eyes wide and mouth open. 

It’s hard to pinpoint what makes his eyes keep straying back to her. She is beautiful, to be sure, but something is pressing in Taehyung’s mind as he starts his set, drawing his eyes back to her. Like an invisible hand guiding him each time, reminding him that she is there and watching. 

She stares at him with a pinpoint focus, her dark eyes tracking Taehyung on the stage as he walks slowly, mic in hand and singing the notes softly. His eyes keep drifting back to her, trying to make out her features. All he can garner is that her eyes are alluring and even from a distance, she emanates something. Huger. Power.

It makes his stomach flip. Taehyung likes those who want him, but he loves those who crave him. Usually, it’s the men who are hungry enough for Taehyung to chase him. To go after what they want. To whisper pretty compliments until Taehyung is so lavished in attention that he goes home with them. 

The woman at the back of the room looks like she can charm him - will charm him. It makes his lips turn upward as he croons softly into the mic, feeling the music of the band behind him swell, jazzy notes drifting. 

He loves this. His mother told him that he was born to sing. Her little songbird. His mother is dead now, but he lives on through each velvet note, warm voice pouring over the patrons who watch him with dazed expressions. 

Taehyung feels powerful this way. He could lead them all around the room, he’s sure of it. He could get them up, one by one, and lead them straight into destruction. He’s sure of it. 

Except for that woman at the back of the room, whose presence scrambles Taehyung’s thoughts. He finds it hard to perform, her presence like a weighted stone on his thoughts at all times. He nearly messes up the words to a few songs he is so enchanted. 

Still, he does well. La Vie is one of Taehyung’s favorite places to perform. The clientele is high-end, the staff likes to give him free food and drink along with a decent amount of cash for his performances, and he’s growing a steady income here. 

The only problem with La Vie is that its clientele are often repeat customers, and Taehyung has grown weary of seeing the same faces he’s taken to bed already. The faces who think they own him now, who think that just because they’ve had a taste, they can have a fit whenever his eyes stray in another direction.

And his eyes do stray. 

In the middle of his set, Taehyung takes a cool sip of water while the band plays a fast tune. He nods his head, feeling the rhythm and snapping his fingers. The stage lights are low but he feels the heat through his long-sleeved shirt and slacks, sweat dripping down the back of his neck slowly like a phantom finger. 

From the corner of his eye, Taehyung can see Constantine staring. He tries to keep his expression neutral, but he feels the sudden flash of irritation, the urge to curl his lip in annoyance. Constantine is the exact problem that Taheyung has with La Vie, except that he’s the one who got Taehyung the gig - and the manager. 

Taehyung’s throat tightens as he walks back to the stage to finish the last half of the set. The last of the songs are slower, dreamy romantic songs meant to soften the crowd before they dismiss from the lounge for the evening. The sooner he ends the show, the sooner he’ll have to field Constantine’s seeking questions and fawning. 

It presents a problem if Taehyung wants to talk to the woman at the back of the room. 

He decides not to think about it too much. Instead, he closes his eyes and sings his way through the rest of the song, voice carrying old jazz classics and his own written music. Some people would call his smooth voice haunting. Others call it hypnotizing. Taehyung doesn’t know where he stands on the subject, and he doesn’t care so much. He just likes to sing and he likes people who watch him sing. Who listen. 

There are those who come to his performances at high-end restaurants and lounges to watch him, and those who come to hear him. He prefers those who like to hear him, but any will do at the end of the night when he wants to roll around satin sheets and drink rich wine that he doesn’t have the pallet for. 

When he sings the final note of the night, it hangs in the air. This is one of Taehyung’s favorite moments of each night. It’s the last breath before his spell is broken, a moment frozen in time where all eyes are on him, the crowd so entranced that it takes a long pause for them to realize he’s finished.

The brief silence is chased with thunderous applause and people standing. He grins, feeling his chest swell with pride, blood sizzling in his veins as he bows low at the waist. He’s one of the few artists who can get this stiff, rich crowd to stand and cheer, and he knows it. 

He steps to the side and gestures to his band, the applause continuing as they each stand and bow. Though most people might feel tired after a performance, Taehyung is buzzing. He feels the adrenaline pumping through him, and after he steps down from the stage and polishes off ice-cold water, he immediately wants something harder to keep the buzz going. 

Drinks wait for him on the bar top. It’s crowded at La Vie but people make room for him at the bar. An original speakeasy from the prohibition era, it’s low-ceiling and dimly lit, offering a romantic and mysterious air hanging in the room. Taehyung places a folded wad of bills into a glass tip jar, saluting Yoongi behind the bar. The bartender nods, gracious for the tip and a confirmation that the glasses of neat are on the house. 

Taehyung knocks back the first glass. The whiskey burns down his throat. He hisses as it goes, feeling the sting in his nasal passage. He blows out a slow breath and grins to himself, pausing before he sips the next drink to shake hands with a string of patrons complimenting him. 

None of them catch his eye the way the woman at the back of the room has, though. Taehyung sees lingering looks from husbands and wives and smirks at a group of giggling women who are shy and blushing and biting their lips as they compliment him, and he feels a slight spike of irritation when Constantine takes the stool next to him.

Instead of speaking to him, Taehyung focuses on sipping the drink. It’s smooth and perfect, with a hint of orange rind that Yoongi probably burned and waved around the glass. Taehyung looks up to see the bartender cast Constantine a pitying glance before making another drink. 

“You sang well tonight,” Constantine prods. “You have such a way with the crowd.”

“Well, I supposed that’s my job.” Taehyung’s comment comes out flat. He glances at Constantine from the corner of his eye to see that he’s frowning. 

Taehyung is full of mistakes, but letting the manager of La Vie fuck him is by far one of his biggest. He usually has a rule that he doesn’t fuck the people who can interfere with his work, but he made an exception. 

Constantine is beautiful, but a bit of a fool. He inherited La Vie from a long line of family members who have kept it running, and it’s through long-term patronage and reputation alone that it’s lasted this long. Well, that and his two only successful ventures in hiring Yoongi as his main bartender who doubles as his piano player on weeknights, and Taehyung as the late-night performances most evenings. 

People don’t come to La Vie because it’s well-kept or because of Constantine’s good business acumen. They come because they want to hear Yoongi play and then watch him behind a bar all night, sweat running down his neck, dark eyes always filled with a potential promise of more. They don’t get it, of course. Yoongi doesn’t sleep around as Taehyung does, but still, the bartender and pianist is loved and lusted after by most of the patrons. 

Then there’s Taehyung. The warm opposite of Yoongi’s distant, unattainable beauty. Taehyung is full of life, accepting praise greedily, willing to flirt his way through free drinks and extra tips, especially if it lands him in the bed of someone he has been eyeing all night.

Until he broke his rule for Constantine. Pretty Constantine, who said that he was on the same page and that sleeping with Taehyung would be a casual thing. Perhaps it’s Taehyung’s fault for not seeing how mystified the lounge manager was after that first night tangled in sweaty sheets followed by a hot shower the next morning. 

Now, he’s between a rock in a hard place. Offend Constantine and risk being ousted. Keep letting him take Taehyung to bed, and he’ll never escape. 

“Your eyes are beautiful tonight,” Constantine murmurs, dipping his head to catch Taehyung’s attention. “I’d bet they’d look even better rolling in-”

“I don’t mean to interrupt,” a dark, feminine voice cuts in. “But I couldn’t resist introducing myself.”

The hair stands up on the back of Taehyung’s neck. He knows it’s the woman who watched him from the back of the room before he even turns around. When he does, he is mystified. Her eyes are lined heavily in kohl and her eyes are dark as a storm sea, pinning him to his place with their intensity. Her skin is umber and smooth, her face so flawless it leaves Taehyung reeling.

There is something uncanny about her. Taehyung can’t put his finger on it. Her eyes are narrow and sharp, her lips plump and breaking into a slow, knowing smile. She looks like the cat who ate the canary, tilting her head to the side as she continues to examine Taehyung with a feline-like gaze. 

“My name is Evangeline.” She reaches out a small, smooth hand. Her nails are filed into a point and painted a wine red. For a moment, Taehyung has the silliest thought that they look like the color of blood as he shakes her hand. He’s surprised at how cold they are, his palms tingling when she lets go. “I have not heard someone sing Ella Fitzgerald like that since… well, perhaps Ella Fitzgerald.”

Taehyung cocks his head to the side, a little confused. “Do you have Ella hidden somewhere that you can listen to her sing whenever you desire?”

“Would that I could. But that’s what… oh what is that spot app, again?”

“Spotify?”

Evangeline grins, revealing wicked, blindingly white teeth. “Spotify, yes. That little intricacy does quite a good job at catching the sound of old artists, but there is nothing like it live.”

Evangeline’s voice is like velvet. Even Constantine goes silent next to Taehyung, staring up at the woman as she slides next to Taehyung. She leans against the bar close enough that he gets the barest hint of scent like jasmine and amber. 

A shiver slides through him as she sips a glass of the darkest wine Taehyung’s ever seen. His tongue feels heavy in his mouth when he says, “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before. I know most of the patrons by heart.”

“You wouldn’t have. I have not been to La Vie in a long time.” 

Taehyung realizes that she speaks with a specific articulation that hints at an accent. He can’t place it, but it’s like the sweetest music to his ears. “You’ll have to come more often, perhaps.”

“That eager to see me again?”

“I like to pride myself on repeat customers coming to hear me. It would be a shame to know you didn’t find my performance compelling enough to see another.”

“Hmm. Pride isn’t very becoming.”

Taehyung bites his lower lip, trying to hide the smile. “Spoken like a woman who can relate.” 

Evangeline is quick-witted. The rest of the world seems to fade as Taehyung talks to her. It’s strange - he cannot remember what the conversation is about, and he can’t remember Constantine leaving. He doesn’t even recall the patrons leaving the bar until it’s just Yoongi wiping down the counters, eyeing Taehyung wearily as he says goodbye, following the woman out of the door.

Blood rushes through Taehyung’s veins. It’s cold outside, winter fogging his breath. His skin tingles with the sudden temperature change, muted by the soft glow of alcohol in his system. He looks up at the sky, hot breath fogging as he inhales deeply, filling his lungs with that sharp air. 

Something about being drunk in the middle of the night during winter is magical. He can’t explain it, feeling himself smile as he drops his gaze back down to the woman next to him. For a second, he swears her face is sharper than he remembers, a look so hungry in his eyes that it makes his pulse skip.

When he blinks, she’s smirking at him, tilting her head. Taehyung realizes he is drunk, but he craves Evangeline. Wants to hear the way that dark voice of her pants against him, wants to feel her sharp nails on his skin, raking down-

“Have you ever been to the opera house on ninth?”

Taehyung pauses at her question. He feels his brows furrow as his drunk thoughts turn from thoughts of kissing Evangeline to puzzling out her question. “That exclusive club that was made out of the old opera house? What’s it called again…”

“Sanguine.”

He snaps his fingers and points at her. “Sanguine. No, I haven’t. It’s by invitation only and it’s the most exclusive club in the city. I hear it’s open all hours, though.”

“It is.”

“Wait, are you a member?” 

Evangeline sticks her hand out. Taehyung meets her gaze and it feels like he falls forward into it. All thoughts fade from his mind. There is no sound, save that of a high-pitched ringing. Everything but the glowing, otherworldly woman has faded to the back. He only sees her. 

Taehyung lifts his hand, but he doesn’t remember thinking about doing it. He places it in hers, and she laces their fingers. Her hands are bitterly cold, but she doesn’t seem to mind. He doesn’t either, skin tingling, gaze heavy on her as she tugs him along.

“Want to see it?”

He can’t form words. Suddenly feels like he can’t remember how. He nods his head instead, following her. His first few steps feel heavy and he stumbles like he has had far more to drink than he remembers. Normally, it might be cause for alarm, but Taehyung is unbothered as they walk, Evangeline’s eyes pulling him along as she walks backward. 

The world passes by but Taehyung doesn’t remember it. He is somewhat aware that his cheeks and nose are sticking with cold and that his eyes are watering from the temperature. He tilts his head upward, a little dazed and confused about where he is until he sees the golden glow of the opera house.

Sanguine. It is a massive building of white stone and ornate pillars. The architecture confuses him, a blend of Greco-Roman pillars and gargoyles he’d expect to find in a gothic church. The building is a wonderous feat of dark windows, ornate carvings in the stonework, and height. 

“The gargoyles are a bit terrifying,” Taehyung announces, staring at them fixated on top of the portico over the entryway. “Why the gargoyles?” 

“Some lessons are hard to learn.” 

Suddenly, Taehyung can’t take his eyes off of them. The two snarling beasts seem to be a bad omen and he finds himself frozen to the spot, forgetting all about the woman next to him or the invitation to see the exclusive inside of the most prestigious clubs in the city. All he knows is that suddenly, a feeling like doom has tiptoed up his back to rest on his shoulder. 

Taehyung takes a step back. The gargoyles look so much more like people when he stares at them. Twisted humanoids, crouched while screaming at the sky, showing fangs. His heart beats so hard that he feels his pulse in his throat, panic welling up inside of him, ready to spill out and overflow.

“I’m drunk,” he blurts. “I should go home. I-”

Evangeline’s cold hands grab Taehyung’s face and pull him down to her. Her lips are pressed against his and he doesn’t remember what he was worried about. His heart speeds up for different reasons now, eyes fluttering shut as he melts into her kiss, his hands going to her hips to pull her in closer. 

She tastes like dark wine and something else - a bit like iron and salt. The kiss is slow and dizzying and when she pulls away, Taehyung is eager to follow her into the dark halls of the opera house.

The lobby is dark inside. No light comes through the windows, leaving Taehyung in a complete abyss as Evangeline shuts and bolts the door behind him. A tingle slithers up Taehyung’s spine when she bolts the door and he suddenly feels like he’s never going to leave the opera house again. 

A soft din of voices and music trails to him from the doors leading to the main theater. Evangeline takes his hand and leads up toward the door. He still feels dizzy from the kiss, willing to follow her wherever she goes. 

For now, that’s the main seating area of the theater. She pulls open the heavy door, the rush of gentle voices and piano hitting him. Leading him through the door, Taehyung blinks as his eyes adjust from complete darkness to low light. It’s so dim that it takes him a moment to make out anything at all, eyes drifting up toward a massive chandelier with flickering, gold bulbs. 

The inside of the theater is like nothing Taehyung has ever seen. It has been transformed into a massive lounge with a wooden bar on the far right, manned by two bartenders. Velvet couches, chaise lounges and chairs are placed around the main floor, groups of people dressed in formal wear and dripping with jewels draping themselves over the furniture. 

Everything screams opulence. The interior still has the same baroque, elegant beauty that seems like the original design, mixed with the new additions like the bar and furniture. On the stage is a piano, a young woman playing with her eyes closed, and a cluster of people around her, gazing at her with what Taehyung can only describe as hunger. 

Evangeline leads him into the room. He feels the eyes on them as they go, glancing around nervously to realize that there is an odd mix of people in the room. There are those dressed formally in draping gowns and tuxedos, all of whom are unnaturally beautiful. Taehyung finds that his brain buzzes when he looks at them, each individual otherworldly and… cold. 

The other groups of people look like Taehyung. Starry-eyed and dressed in varying degrees of plain clothes. He wonders if they are guests as well, people brought into the fold by elegant patrons like Evangeline. 

Trepidation settles deep in Taehyung’s gut as Evangeline takes him to the bar and orders him a drink. He is tired, eyes heavy and worn at the edges. The momentary surge of adrenaline after she kissed him is wearing off, and Taehyung feels the layer of dizziness slipping off, replaced by anxiety. 

In an attempt to take the edge off, he sips his drink. Evangeline begins introducing him to groups of people, linking her arms with his and pulling him around the room. Taehyung gives her friends a dazzling smile, though he is overwhelmed by the dark eyes that meet his. The cold handshakes. The almost predatory way that the others smile at him. 

He cannot pinpoint what about the crowd is making him nervous, but as Evangeline tells someone about his singing ability, Taehyung realizes that she’s bragging. Showing him off. Pulling him around the room and gesturing to him with words like look what I found and isn’t he just darling? 

Normally, Taehyung preens with pride under the compliments and the pretty words. He loves it when people are enthralled by him, swept away by his talents. Now, something about it feels off. They don’t look at him with wonder on their faces and awe in their eyes- they coo at him. Look at him like they want to eat him whole. Like he is something they can possess. 

Only one person introduces himself and looks at Taehyung curiously instead of with lecherous intent. “Hoseok,” he says, shaking Taehyung’s hand. It’s firm and cold. “What do you like to sing?”

It’s the only time he’s been asked a question tonight. Hoseok is hauntingly beautiful, with dark eyes, a slim nose, and cheekbones that seem carved by Strazza. He is dazzling to look at, and Taehyung’s tongue feels heavy in his mouth as he says, “Jazz, mostly. Sometimes classical, but that was mostly in my younger days in school.” 

“Divine.” Hoseok’s gaze slides to Evangeline. “You know he’s… his type.”

“Well, he didn’t find him.” 

Taehyung doesn’t know who he is and he doesn’t get the chance to ask. The pianist on stage stops playing and Evangeline takes Taehyung’s hand, pulling him toward the stage. “Come on,” she gushes. “Let them hear you.”

He lets himself be pulled. Taehyung feels a coil of nerves in his stomach as she yanks him on stage and pushes him to the middle. The room quiets when they see them and Evangeline claps her hands, drawing the full attention of the lounge.

There’s no spotlight, but Taehyung feels hot under the weighted gaze. Again, his instinct tingles, trying to make him aware of something. He just doesn’t know what. He shoves down the feeling and tucks his hands into his pockets, giving a shy grin as Evangeline talks about his voice. 

The crowd of patrons lean in a little when she steps off the stage. Their gazes are sharp as razors and he can’t help but feel like a shy lamb among a pack of wolves. 

Licking his dry lips, he clears his throat and laughs awkwardly, unsure of where to look. Evangeline stands near the side of the stage, not a great point of attention as he sweeps his gaze out into the room. He fixes his eyes on the glowing red exit sign above the door and opens his mouth, taking in a deep breath before he starts a slow Sinatra number. 

His voice carries over the hushed silence, deep and swelling. He smiles a little as he sings, watching the face go from hungry to mystified. The whole room seems to lean in, people from the back moving toward the stage, drawn in by him. 

Taehyung goes right into the next song, feeling his anxiety melt away. His audience is wrapped around his finger, their eyes following him as he trails around the stage, more engaged. He makes eye contact with some of them, still flinching internally at the sheer darkness of their eyes, but still singing nonetheless. 

When Taehyung finishes, the room erupts into gentle clapping and whispered praise. He feels pride well up inside of him, flushing with pleasure as he bows at the waist, grinning under the sweet applause. He stands up and starts walking toward Evangeline, who looks at him with a smile like the sun. His heart beats a little faster, grinning widely as she claps for him excitedly and-

“Sing another.”

Taehyung realizes the room is silent. The hairs on his arms stand on end and it feels like the air gets sucked out of the room suddenly. Evangeline’s eyes flash silver for a moment, but when Taehyung recoils and blinks, they’re back to normal, though she looks put out as she steps back from Taehyung. 

Slowly, Taehyung turns to look at the edge of the stage at the owner of the soft voice and his world stops. Whoever this man puts the rest of the beauty in the room to shame. Taehyung feels his pulse race, meeting the dark, sultry gaze of the man who spoke to him. 

Something calls to Taehyung. He steps toward the man, dazed and confused, staring, staring, staring. The man has the most beautiful face Taehyung has ever seen. Round cheekbones with a chiseled jaw, plush lips tinted rose, and siren eyes that glitter as he drinks Taehyung in. This is the son of a god or a god himself, Taehyung thinks. A creature of myth and legend.

“What do you want me to sing?” Taehyung asks, barely recognizing his own voice. His ears are ringing and his thoughts are syrup-slow. 

The man smiles and Taehyung feels his stomach flutter. The man is not dressed in formal attire like the rest of the patrons. He’s dressed simply in black jeans with tears in the knee, a black turtleneck tucked into the waistband to show off his tapered waist, and a necklace that looks to be made of thorns. 

Even dressed casually, he outshines every person in the room. 

“What’s your favorite?” he asks, cocking his head to the side and regarding Taehyung. 

A flush works up Taehyung’s neck. He feels a tingle slide down his spine and a lick of pleasure curl in his stomach at the man’s gaze. His fingers twitch and his mouth feels dry. He licks his lips, trying to think of the man’s question and what his answer should be. 

“Can’t Help Falling In Love, I think.” 

The man grins and Taehyung sees stars. “You think? Or you know?”

“I know?”

“Are you asking me?” 

Taehyung shifts back and forth, shame coloring his cheeks as he looks at the floor. Effortlessly, the man jumps up on the stage. He lands silent and lithe as a cat. Taehyung’s eyes widen as he approaches, his gait smooth, footfalls unheard. “I’m only teasing, sweetling. What’s your name?”

“Taehyung.” 

The man stops right in front of Taehyung. He’s shorter, but somehow Taehyung feels small and delicate in his presence, wavering as the smell of orange blossom and something darker washes over him. Taehyung’s eyelids flutter and he fights the urge to lean in closer to the man, to brush his fingers across his skin. 

“I’m Jimin.” Jimin reaches out and brushes his fingers across Taehyung’s cheekbone. His touch leaves a trail of tingling cold. Taehyung closes his eyes, breath catching. Whatever this spell he’s under, he can’t shake it, gone with just a touch. “I want you to sing for me, Taehyung.” 

“Okay.” 

Jimin steps away and Taehyung makes a sound, protesting. His mind is warring between confusion at his reaction and the need to be near Jimin. The duller part of his thoughts is careening, telling him to pull it together, to stop and leave. But the desire shaken awake by Jimin is so much louder, commanding Taehyung’s thoughts.

“Don’t worry,” Jimin murmurs, gesturing to where Evangeline is standing. “I’ll be right there.” 

Taehyung watches as Jimin glides over to the edge of the stage. He whispers something to Evangeline that Taehyung cannot hear but he watches the change in the woman. She ripples with anger, her lip curling up in a snarl. Jimin says something else to her and in the blink of an eye, her head is bowed, her shoulders coming up as she steps back, cowering. 

When Jimin turns around, he gives Taehyung an encouraging smile. The effect is instantaneous. Taehyung feels giddy inside, joy bubbling up as he returns the smile shyly. Gone is the anxiety, gone is the strange feeling of being paraded around. Now, all he can think about is Jimin’s dark eyes, the way they track him as he moves to the middle of the stage again. 

As Taehyung starts the song, he wonders if this is what Elvis was singing about. If wise men were right and that only fools fall in love. Can love at first sight be a thing? As Taehyung sings the song softly, looking at Jimin every so often, his eyes drawn to him like a magnet, he thinks perhaps this song was written about Jimin. 

It isn’t rational. Taehyung knows this and yet barely acknowledges it, watching Jimin’s eyes shine with something as Taehyung finishes the song. For a moment, no one claps. Taehyung looks nervously around the theater, watching as the eyes of the crowd look at Jimin. Once he applauds, the rest follow. 

Taehyung lets out a relieved breath, smiling and bowing shallowly. Jimin approaches him again. It occurs to Taehyung that Jimin walks like a jungle cat, smooth and somehow lethal. 

“You have the most exquisite voice,” Jimin says gently, shaking his head. “You are a rare treasure, Taehyung.” He holds out a hand. “Join me?” 

Taehyung starts to reach for Jimin before he hesitates, eyes glancing up over Jimin’s head at Evangeline, who looks murderous. “You are far too precious for her,” Jimin growls. “It is insulting that she thinks she could ever have you.”

Instead of answering, Taehyung just nods. His eyelids feel heavy, his heady swimming like he’s buzzing off a fresh glass of liquor. Jimin links their hands together and tugs Taehyung along. As they pass Evangeline, she doesn’t dare look at them, her eyes fixed on the floor. 

At the foot of the stairs, Hoseok is standing, arms crossed over his chest and smirking. He shakes his head when he sees Jimin, falling into step with him. “I told her.” 

“Thank you for alerting me,” Jimin tells Hoseok. Jimin turns over his shoulder where Taehyung is trailing a footstep behind. “I would have missed out on him.” 

Hoseok breaks off from them, walking toward the bar. Someone takes up the piano again as Jimin leads Taehyung out of the main theater and to a stairwell. He says nothing, following Jimin’s lead in silence, steps heavy. It feels like he’s underwater, everything dull around him. 

Except Jimin, who is sharp and bright and alive in his mind. 

Jimin leads Taehyung down a hall and through a door. It opens up into a balcony suite. What was once a private box for watching the opera has been turned into a luxurious room of sorts, making Taehyung raise his eyebrows. 

A lounge area is in the middle of the suite, and there is a single bed tucked into the corner. A wet bar is placed at the back, along with a doorway that leads into a refurbished bathroom. Taehyung pauses as Jimin drops his hand, looking around to appreciate the velvet drapery on the wall and the ornate decor in the room. 

It feels like he has stepped back in time, a mix of modern and Victorian meshing in a way that Taehyung finds wonderfully elegant. Jimin goes to the wet bar and retrieves two glasses, pouring them a finger of whiskey each. Taehyung walks toward him, looking out at the lounge beneath. 

“It’s designed like a bedroom?” Taehyung inquires, eyes drifting back to Jimin, who smiles as he brings the glass up to his lips. His sharp eyes pin Taehyung to the spot as he sips. “Do you… live here?”

Jimin shrugs. “Sometimes.” 

“What is that supposed to mean?” 

Instead of answering the question, Jimin gestures for Taehyung to walk with him, leading him to a rich, crushed velvet couch that overlooks the lounge. Taehyung takes a sip of the whiskey but it’s Jimin who makes him feel drunk and cottony.

He sits next to Jimin, limbs stiff. Jimin giggles at Taehyung’s awkwardness, tsking at him as he leans over and pulls Taehyung toward him, pressing their thighs and sides together as they watch the party unfold below. Butterflies flutter in Taehyung’s smile as he looks at Jimin, who is watching Taehyung with rapt attention. 

Being so near Jimin is difficult. This close, he’s even more beautiful than before. Taehyung doesn’t know how it’s possible. Jimin’s lashes are long, framing his beautiful eyes. His dark hair looks silky and soft, tucked behind his ears as he regards Taehyung with a fond expression. 

Heat climbs up Taehyung’s neck and between his legs, a heady feeling sinking deep in his stomach under Jimin’s gaze.

“What?” Taehyung asks, looking down at his lap and chewing the inside of his cheek. He’s never felt so bashful under someone’s gaze before. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re beautiful, of course.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t be shy now,” Jimin tuts. “You were quite confident on stage earlier. I believe the entire room fell in love with you.” Taehyung shrugs his shoulders and Jimin laughs loudly. “Now you’re humble? You are a delightful creature, Taehyung. Tell me, have you ever been to the opera?” 

“No, but I’m familiar with some.”

“What about Carmen?” Jimin asks. He reaches forward and drags a finger across Taehyung’s thigh. Taehyung holds back a groan as Jimin starts tracing patterns on Taehyung’s thigh. “Have you heard of that one?” 

“I’m familiar with the Habanera.” 

“Ah yes. It’s about a woman named Carmen who everyone is in love with. She entrances men with her vitality and sensuality. A man named José falls madly in love with her at first sight, abandoning the army, his wife, and his children for her.” 

Taehyung finds it hard to listen. Even through the fabric of his pants, Jimin’s touch is tantalizing. Taehyung’s legs widen a fraction, his spine tingling. He leans his head back, feeling breathless as Jimin’s tracing gets higher and higher, teasing Taehyung before his touch moves toward Taehyung’s knee again. 

“José, of course, is not the only one in love with Carmen. She is infectious, tempting everyone she comes into contact with.” Jimin leans toward Taehyung, so close that his breath ghosts across Taehyung’s throat. He feels his heart speed up as Jimin lowers his voice and continues, “You remind me so much of Carmen. Charming everyone around you with a simple look, with the sound of your voice. So addicting without even a taste.” 

“O-oh.” 

Jimin presses his face into the crook of Taehyung’s neck. Taehyung nearly drops the glass in his hand, placing it next to him on the couch as his breathing hitches. Jimin runs his nose up Jimin’s too-hot skin, making Taehyung squirm. 

“I fear I have the same weakness as José and you have hypnotized me like Carmen.” 

“Me?”

Jimin nips Taehyung’s ear and Taehyung lets out a throaty, moan. Jimin’s breath across his skin is maddening, colors swimming behind squeezed-shut eyes. His dick hardens in his pants, blood pumping through him, arousal unfolding like the slow-blooming petals of a flower. 

“Don’t sound so surprised. You know the effect you have on people.”

“I do,” Taheyung admits. 

“Look at me.” 

It is a command. Taehyung obeys, turning his face to look up at Jimin. Jimin’s pupils are blown wide, hypnotizing, and alluring as he looks down his nose at Taehyung. Desire stirs so strongly in Taehyung that he parts his lips open, making a small noise as Jimin’s touch on Taehyung’s thigh turns to a solid grip, fingers digging in. 

“Do you want me, my Carmen? Do you desire me?”

“Yes,” Taehyung breathes. “Please.” 

“Ask, then.” 

Jimin’s eyes are so hungry that Taehyung is lost in them. Jimin is on his knees on the couch now, pressed against Taehyung. It feels more intimate than anything Taehyungh has ever felt and they’re barely touching, Jimin gripping Taehyung’s thigh, his mouth hovering inches above Taehyung’s.

“Ask,” Jimin growls, the sound rumbling from somewhere in Taehyung’s chest. Jimin might be smaller than Taehyung but the power that emanates from him is intoxicating and sweeping, making Taehyung shudder.

“Please,” Taehyung says again. “I want you. Will you have me? Please.”

Jimin’s grip is iron. “Of course I will. You’re mine.” 

Taehyung feels like Jimin’s as Jimin steals a searing kiss from him. Taehyung gasps into the kiss, melting into the couch as Jimin licks into the wet heat of Taehyung’s mouth. Jimin is all-consuming, his lips sliding against Taehyung’s hungrily, his tongue brushing against the ridges of Taehyung’s mouth.

It’s just a kiss and yet Taehyung loses himself in it. It’s needy and torrid, their teeth clicking together, lips sliding. Taehyung grabs the front of Jimin’s shirt, uncaring if he wrinkles it as Jimin presses Taehyung into the back of the couch, straddling him. Jimin’s fingers tangle in Taehyung’s hair, pulling harshly. 

The pleasure-pain makes Taehyung moan. Jimin hums, his devilish mouth moving from Taehyung’s lips to his jaw, biting and sucking harshly at the skin. It feels so good. Taehyung just lies there and takes it, hissing as Jimin’s teeth pinch and pull his skin, followed by Jimin’s soothing tongue, rough and wet.

The ache in his dick grows, especially as Jimin puts weight on it, sitting in his lap and leaning and rolling his hips forward, pressing into Taehyung’s cock and driving him wild. He feels out of control, like the room is spinning and Jimin’s kisses are going straight to Taehyung’s veins. 

“Fuck,” he gasps as Jimin licks hungrily at Taehyung’s neck. Jimin drags his blunt nails along Taehyung’s scalp, sending sparks down his neck and spine. “Please.”

“Please what,” Jimin pants, mouthing at Taehyung’s collarbones. “Tell me what you need, my wonderful Carmen.” 

It should be strange to be called by another name and yet, Taehyung shivers at the rasp in Jimin’s voice. Every single part of him is suddenly alive like his nerves are exposed to Jimin’s hands and mouth. Taehyung can’t remember the last time he felt like this with such simple touches. 

Perhaps never. 

“Fuck me,” Taehyung breathes. “I want you to fuck me.” 

Jimin smiles against Taehyung’s mouth. “Oh, I’ll fuck you.” 

A thrill goes through Taehyung as Jimin grabs him and slams him against the couch. His world spins and he’s suddenly facing the ceiling of the suite, panting and delirious as Jimin pins him down, littering his skin with bites and sloppy kisses.

Some of Jimin’s nipping hurts but it adds to the pleasure, Taehyung barreling straight into a slow, pleasured haze as Jimin pulls Taehyung’s shirt off roughly. Cool air kisses his flushed skin. Taehyung claws at the jacket on Jimin’s shoulders, pushing it off of him until he’s free of it, Taehyung’s hands seeking the flexing muscle of Jimin’s arms. 

Jimin’s hand goes to Taehyung’s throat. His hand is small but it squeezes pleasantly as Jimin kisses down Taehyung’s chest. Taehyung grinds up against Jimin, trying to relieve the pressure aching in his cock, a whine leaving his mouth. He feels Jimin’s breath across his skin as he laughs before fixing his mouth on a nipple, making Taehyung keen.

The stimulation is too much and not enough. It feels like Taehyung is ripping at the seams - burst at the seams from the pressure mounting inside of him. What has Jimin done to him to command his body? 

“Everyone can hear you,” Jimin teases, flicking his long, wicked tongue out to tease Taehyung’s already abused nipple. He drags his tongue across Taehyung’s chest, leaving a wet trail of spit as he goes. “Can hear you whining like a little whore. Is that what you want?”

Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut as he feels Jimin’s teeth scrape against his other nipple. He nods his head, unable to form a verbal answer to Jimin’s question. 

“Hmm,” Jimin hums, tongue lashing. “Good boy. Let them know you’re mine. They’ll wait for us to have our fun before they start.”

Taehyung has no idea what that means. He doesn’t ask. Instead, his hands slip down Jimin’s stomach and under his shirt, touching his skin. Jimin is cool to the touch, his stomach muscles flexing under Taehyung’s inquisitive fingers. He grabs at Jimin’s hips, but his fingers slip away as Jimin sinks lower down Taehyung’s body, nipping and sucking as he goes. 

Opening his eyes, Taehyung watches with heavy lids as Jimin settles between Taehyung’s legs, looking up at him. His hair hangs in his eyes, which glint wickedly as his nimble fingers work the zipper on Taehyung’s pants. He can’t look away from Jimin, hypnotized by the movement, but the way Jimin grins and pulls open Taehyung’s pants, leaning forward to lick at the damp spot on Taehyung’s briefs. 

Taehyung’s head drops back and he moans loudly, feeling the pressure of Jimin’s wet tongue through the thin fabric. Jimin mouths at the crown of Taehuyng’s cock, sending jolts of pleasure straight to him. He grabs the back of the couch with one and presses his first to the mouth with the other, biting as he bucks his hips.

“So sensitive,” Jimin coos. His hands grab the top of Taehyung’s pants and the elastic band of his briefs and pull hard, making Taehyung yelp as Jimin unclothes him in one fell swoop. “Think you can take it?”

Taehyung nods quickly, making himself dizzy with the force. Jimin laughs and reaches out, gripping Taehyung’s shaft and pumping him slowly. Jimin’s touch is electrifying, Taehyung’s hips canting upwards to fuck himself into Jimin’s palm, head lolling to the side. 

Jimin spits loudly, coating Taehyung’s cock with spit, his hand gliding firmly to the base of Taehuyng’s shaft. “Just like that,” Jimin whispers. “Fuck yourself into my hand.” 

Taehyung doesn’t need to be told twice. He does so vigorously, chasing the feel of Jimin’s tight, wet fist and the cool feel of his skin. When Taehyung feels Jimin’s tongue kitten lick the tip of his cock, he clenches his teeth, slowly his wild thrusting to allow Jimin’s mouth to explore. 

It’s hard not to bust immediately. He feels his orgasm looming from the barest stimulation. Suddenly it’s like Taehyung is back in high school having his dick sucked for the first time, trembling and trying not to come as Jimin suckles the head of Taehyung’s dick, mouthing at it greedily. 

The room feels like it’s spinning. Taehyung cannot hear beyond the balcony. All he can hear are the wet sounds of Jimin taking Taehyung into his mouth, sucking generously, tongue brushing on the underside of Taehyung’s shaft. 

Jimin pulls off of Taehyung with a wet pop. “You taste so sweet,” he groans, tongue flicking against Taehyung’s frenulum. Taehyung feels wrecked already, sagging and boneless, unable to do anything against the onslaught of Jimin’s mouth. “Sounds so sweet, just like you sing.”

Slowly, Jimin drags his tongue south. He strokes Taehyung lazily with his hand, mouthing at Taehyung’s balls. Taehyung’s fingers feel like they’ll break as he grips the couch, overwhelmed by the stimulation, crying out, muscles squeezing, head spinning, blood roaring. 

“Such pretty sounds,” Jimin murmurs again, dragging his tongue upward. “Sing for me, my Carmen.”

A broken sob sound leaves Taehyung’s mouth as Jimin takes Taehyung to the back of his throat. The wet heat of Jimin’s mouth is an inferno, his throat tight and soft and oh god he’s swallowing. Taehyung lashes against the couch, hands shooting to Jimin’s hair as his throat constricts tightly around Taehyung. 

He feels the spit sliding down his shaft, his stomach so tight and his dick so hard he knows he’s about to come any second, every atom buzzing. 

“I’m gonna-” he can’t finish the sentence, shaking his head back and forth. His heart beats so hard in his chest he thinks he might die before he hits his peak. “Fuck, Jimin. Fuck fuck fuck.” 

Jimin redoubles his efforts. Squeezes Taehyung’s balls with his hand, letting Taehyung shove his hips forward, Jimin’s throat squeezing Taehyung until he’s coming hard. Jimin takes it in stride, swallowing down Taehyung’s cum. 

And he doesn’t stop. 

Taehyung’s hands start to push at Jimin. Tries to pull him off Taehyung’s cock, tries to scoot away. The pleasure morphs into overstimulation. It hurts so good that Taehyung is collapsing into the couch, kicking and bucking and crying as Jimin keeps going, his hand pumping, mouth sucking. 

If there is a god, there must be a devil. And if there is a devil, Taehyung knows that he is between Taehyung’s legs, working him to another orgasm somehow, driving Taehyung to madness as he goes. Jimin pulls off Taehyung’s dick with a sticky sound, moaning sweetly at the mess Taehyung has become. 

“You can take it,” Jimin coos. “I know you can. You said you can.” 

Taehyung nods. Tears sting his eyes and he tries to take a deep breath. He blinks his eyes open, watching as the ceiling swims into picture, a little blurry from the tears. He takes deep, shuttering inhales, his lungs rattling as he does. When he looks down at Jimin, he wishes he didn’t open his eyes. 

He almost doesn’t recognize whatever it is that is laving at his weeping cock. Jimin’s face is crueler somehow. More beautiful, but terrifying. Taehyung swears the veins around his eyes are darker and the scrape of his teeth is sharper. 

The orgasm must have made him delirious. It’s the only explanation, especially as Jimin works him hard again, Taehyung aching to explode once more. 

Jimin pulls off of Taehyung and crawls upward. Taehyung thinks Jimin looks like an apex predator for a single, terrifying moment. And then Jimin is kissing him, making Taehuyng’s thoughts turn to white noise as Taehyung presses his tongue into Jimin’s mouth, tasting spit and cum and something like iron and salt.  

Something pricks Taehyung’s mouth. He lets out a surprised sound, his mouth filling with a warm, metallic substance. Jimin’s kiss becomes frenzied. The force of it startles Taehyung, fear wiggling its way into his mind as Jimin presses down on him. 

Jimin becomes overwhelmed. A force that Taehyung cannot escape, completely trapped and helpless, still dizzy and uncoordinated from the overstimulation. It excites him. Taehyung realizes with mild terror that he likes this feeling, likes being overpowered and pushed to the edge. 

He lets Jimin suck greedily on his bleeding lip. He’s too focused on the ache between his legs and the mind-melting way Jimin makes him feel to realize that Jimin is hyper-fixated on his bleeding mouth. He kisses Jimin back as best as he can, though it’s more of a slide of lips and tongue than an intentional kiss. 

“Turn over for me,” Jimin grumbles. He’s already gripping Taehuyng and trying to turn him over. Taehyung struggles to make his limbs work but manages to flip, mostly due to Jimin lifting him and turning him, once again showing how strong he is. “Gonna work you open for my cock.”

A pathetic sound escapes Taehyung’s mouth. His cheek hits the soft velvet. It’s grounding, feeling the gentle scrape of it against his sensitive skin. His cock is pressed tight between his stomach and the cushions, but it’s less invasive than Jimin’s hungry mouth, a brief respite. 

Wet lips trail Taehyung’s spine as Jimin descends. Taehyung’s breathing is ragged and heavy, gulping down cool air as he trembles under Jimin’s rough mouth. He likes that Jimin doesn’t handle him with kid gloves. That Jimin keeps Taehyung to his word, driving him into a manic state. 

Taehyung still feels like he’s on the edge of that mania when he feels Jimin’s fingers slip between his ass, seeking. He flinches when Jimin brushes against his tight rim, the muscles clenching, afraid. Jimin laughs but doesn’t push it, instead peeling Taehyung apart to spit noisily. 

A gentle sigh drips from Taehyung’s mouth. He feels the spit slide, the sensation heightened. Jimin’s finger traces after it, circling Taehyung’s asshole lightly. His toes curl at the light stimulation. It feels good, but it’s hard to control the muscle's instinct to reject and contract. 

Jimin doesn’t seem to mind. He leans forward, his fingers pressed firmly in the seam of Taehyung’s ass, his mouth pressing butterfly-soft kisses to Taehyung’s spine. 

Taehyung feels like Jimin’s instrument. Jimin works him open slowly and gently, at ends with how he was driving Taehyung to madness minutes prior. The swing to gentle and soothing has Taehyung confused and reeling, his brain trying to keep up with the sensations tingling through his body. 

When Jimin slowly breaches Taehyung’s tight ring of muscles, he lets out a pathetic keen. Taehyung is too loose-limbed and fuzzy-brained to do anything but take it. The intrusion burns for a second, but levels out to be pleasurable. 

Cold liquid slides down Jimin’s fingers, easing the slide. Taehyung sighs, relief unfurling slowly as the burn goes quiet and all that’s left is the stretch and the pressure of Jimin working Taehyung’s walls open. Toe-curling pleasure sweeps through Taehyung. He bites his bottom lip, lifting his ass in small, half-hearted twitches to meet the push and pull of Jimin’s fingers.

“Mhmm,” Jimin encourages, teeth scraping Taehyung’s shoulder blade. His breath is cool on Taehyung’s warm skin. “Take what you want, sweetling. Open yourself up for me.”

It smells like sweat and orange blossoms, Taehyung’s skin covered in their mixed scents. His sensitive cock drags against the fabric of the couch, sparking pleasure and pain as he fucks himself into the palm of Jimin’s hand. Jimin’s fingers are small but do the job, pressing against the most sensitive parts of Taehyung, making his breath ragged. 

Everything feels like it’s on fire as Jimin pushes in another finger. Taehyung feels the wet schlick of lube or whatever Jimin has used to make the slide easier. He feels fuller, moaning like a whore as he chases the electric feeling under his skin, coming alive under the careful press of Jimin’s fingers. 

“So good for me,” Jimin whispers, biting Taeyung’s ear. His breath is hot against the side of Taehyung’s face. “Gonna take my cock so well, huh?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Fuck,” Jimin swears. “I can’t wait. This is what you do to me.”

Jimin pulls his fingers out. Taehyung complains, feeling the empty gape. Jimin shushes him and presses his clothed cock against Taehyung’s ass, letting him feel how hard Jimin is. Taehyung grinds his ass against Jimin’s crotch, making the other moan. 

A shirt flys past Taehyung. He realizes that it must be Jimin’s turning and angling his head to see the man in question. He is utterly divine, his compact body graceful and deadly, lined with muscle and delicate lines. Jimin undoes the belt of his jeans and pulls them down, palming himself over his briefs as he kicks out of his pants. 

Taehyung can’t help but stare, lips parted. Jimin is a vision, his face still masked in something lethal and terrifying that makes Taehyung excited and afraid all at the same time. The mixture is intoxicating, sending his thoughts somewhere distant and fuzzy where all he can do is watch Jimin pull his briefs down to reveal a thick, leaking cock. 

On instinct, Taehyung scoots toward Jimin. The other laughs, giving Taehyung a quick, harsh smack on the ass. His skin stings where Jimin’s hand connects, earning a whimper. Jimin tuts at Taehyung, fisting his cock leisurely as he does. 

“So needy,” he grumbles. “So hungry for cock. You’re just like Carmen, you know? Addicting, needy, breaking down my will to give you whatever you want. This must be how Jose felt, ready to give her everything. Pliable. So willing.” 

“And you? How do you feel?”

Jimin’s gaze is dark and heavy. Taehyung holds his breath, pinned to the spot. He feels Jimin’s cockhead nudge the tight rim of his ass as Jimin settles behind him, looking at Taehyung so intensely that Taehyung feels as though he will wither away. Ashes to ashes. 

“Like I want to give you the world.” 

“Please.”

“You have to give it back. You have to be mine.” 

Taehyung is nodding before Jimin even finishes his sentence. Taehyung will give him anything he wants, as long as it means Jimin will push forward and relieve the aching weight of Taehyung’s needs. He is filled with so much carnal desire he thinks he would do anything Jimin asks of him. 

“Yours,” Taehyung agrees. He tries to push back and spear himself on Jimin’s cock, but Jimin’s grip is iron, holding him in place. “Yours.” 

That’s all it takes for Jimin to sigh, pleased. He pushes in slowly, Taehyung gasping and grabbing the couch at the intrusion. His walls flutter around Jimin’s cock. It’s a tight fit, a slow, pleasure-filled agony that ripples through him. 

Taehyung is hyper aware of how full he feels. It is perfect, his mind turning to static as he lays his face down on the couch, breathing strained and heart hammering. Jimin praises him gently, coaxing Taehyung to calm down with gentle kisses on the back of his neck, shoulders, and head. Jimin is fully seated, his hips pressed to Taehyung’s ass. It feels good, the pain retreating and leaving nothing but bliss in its wake. 

Jimin pulls out, the rough drag of his cock sending Taehyung into a spiral before Jimin snaps his hips forward again. Taehyung lets out a desperate sound, feeling his eyes roll back into his head as Jimin starts to fuck him slowly. 

It feels hot. Jimin cages Taehyung in, his chest pressed to Taehyung’s back, humid air trapped between their bodies. Jimin’s skin is cool to the touch, such a contrast to the warmth radiating from Taehyung. The mix of hot and cold only heightens the sensations, everything feeling sharp and powerful. 

Jimin’s teeth scrape Taehyung’s shoulder. Taehyung doesn’t know why, but he leans his head to the side, giving Jimin free access to litter his throat with sloppy kisses. Taehyung feels broken under the weight of Jimin’s thrusts, the wet sound of his cock pushing deeper into Taehyung until it’s pressing against the deepest part of him, making Taehyung kick his feet as the pleasure builds.

It’s so good it hurts. Taehyung is reeling, having never felt like this when being fucked. Jimin chuckles darkly against his ear, tongue licking the shell of Taehyung’s ear before whispering, “You take it so well.” Taehyung whines in response, pushing his ass back to meet Jimin’s hips as best as he can. “Such an eager little slut. Everyone can hear you getting fucked - do you like that?”

Taehyung nods his head. Jimin grabs him by the hair, pulling Taehyung upward so that Jimin’s chin is slotted on Taehyung’s shoulder. Taehyung’s neck cranes painfully and he opens his eyes, looking at Jimin’s side profile. 

“I said do you like that?” 

“Yes!”

“Come here, let’s show them.” 

Everything goes off balance. Jimin picks Taehyung up off of the couch like he’s a ragdoll, spinning him so that his feet hit the ground and he’s pushed up against the balcony railing. He barely has the coordination to plant his feet on the ground and grab the railing before Jimin is pressing back in, splitting him apart for everyone to see. 

Taehyung casts his head back, eyes closed. He doesn’t want to look down, doesn’t want to see the faces of the onlookers as he moans loudly, feeling flushed and breathy as Jimin fucks him hard. Taehyung sees stars behind his eyelid, laying his head back on Jimin’s shoulders, his hands gripping the railing as Jimin hammers into Taehyung’s prostate. 

It feels like Taehyung’s blood is on fire. Something like glee unfurls in him at the thought of everyone below seeing how perfect he is for Jimin. That Jimin chose Taehyung and no one else. That Taehyung is the perfect, pliant partner for Jimin. He doesn’t want to see their faces - he’s too shy for now - but he silently revels in the fact that they’ll know from this moment forward that Taehyung is Jimin’s in some capacity. 

His mind hasn’t caught up to what exactly that capacity is, blinded by the way he teeters on the edge of coming again. 

“This is going to hurt at first,” Jimin whispers against Taehyung’s throat. 

There’s a brief moment of confusion. Taehyung is unable to think beyond the thick, heady haze clouding his mind, but then searing pain rips through his neck. His eyes fly open and he gasps, too shocked to scream properly where he feels blinding pain throbbing from the side of his throat. 

Taehyung’s hand shoots up to Jimin’s face, digging in his hair. Jimin’s mouth is pressed against Taehyung’s throat and it takes a moment for Taehyung to realize Jimin is biting him clean through the skin. 

Panic shoots through him. He clutches at Jimin’s hair, pulling tight at the strands to pull him off. Jimin doesn’t budge, his mouth fixed to the tender flesh of Taehyung’s throat. Then Taehyung feels Jimin’s tongue. The subtle pull of his mouth, the drag of his blood. 

The pain fades into something else. His neck tingles, fire replaced with numbness. Taehyung’s eyes flutter shut as a high unlike anything else hits him. Jimin is still fucking him, his pace picking up, his thrusts becoming savage as he takes deep swallows at Taehyung’s neck.

Taehyung is vaguely aware that Jimin is drinking his blood. He can’t process beyond that acknowledgement, too caught up in the euphoria glittering through his veins, turning his blood to molten lava. His head falls forward, too heavy for him to hold up, eyes closed and sinking into the feeling. 

His orgasm comes swift and hard. Every muscle in Taehyung’s body squeezes tight with a force he’s never felt. It feels like he might collapse in on himself, a star going supernova before it implodes, sucking everything inward. 

Jimin lets go of Taehyung's neck, gasping as he feels Taehyung squeezes his cock. The wet gurgle of a moan from Jimin’s mouth makes Taehyung turn and look at him. Taehyung is bent over the railing now, sweaty chest sliding back and forth as Jimin’s hips jostle him. Jimin is standing straight, his hands gripping Taehyung’s hips to hold him in place as he fucks him viciously, chasing his high. 

But what freezes Taehyung in place isn’t the powerful body driving him into overstimulation. It isn’t the beautiful, lithe lines of Jimin’s chest and arms or the beautiful way his eyes drink Taehyung in. It’s the blood running down Jimin’s neck and chest that startles him. The crimson smear across Jimin’s mouth, which is parted as Jimin tilts his head upward, tongue coming out to run across his bottom lip. 

A glint of white catches Taehyung’s eyes and his heart stops. Two fangs, stark against the wine-red mouth filled with blood - Taehyung’s blood. His heart skyrockets for a whole new reason and he tries to think but his mind is too slow. Sluggish. Still crawling through the high that Jimin’s bite injected him with. 

“Jimin?” it comes out slurred and terrified as Taehyung watches Jimin lower his face, eyes finding Taehyung. He still looks beautiful with the lower half of his face colored in blood, but he is terrifying, and destructive. Taehyung thinks he might die of fright even as his stomach flips with arousal again. “What…?”

“Look at them,” Jimin grins, mouth a red gash. He grabs Taehyung's hair and forces the boy to turn toward the scene below. “Look how they waited so patiently for me to start. To fuck, to feed. They waited for you - to come and bleed. They don’t indulge until you’re done, my sweet Carmen.” 

It takes several moments for Taehyung to piece together the tableau unfolding beneath him. What appears to be a mess of blurry images and sounds morphs into something else, the edges of his clarity sharpening as Taehyung blinks through the fog of pleasure. What he thought was going to be patrons looking up at the balcony as he’s ravaged is not at all the case. 

Below is unleashed carnal energy. He sees bodies writhing. Scarlet ribbons of blood flowing down necks, in between thighs, down shoulders. His eyes sweep the landscape of bodies fucking and thrusting and bending, of screaming of pinning down, of biting. 

Vampires. 

The word suddenly comes to Taehyung in a moment of clarity, the word ringing out so clearly in his mind that he jerks upward underneath Jimin’s grip. The vampires below chase the humans in the room. Taehyung realizes that all of the patrons dressed in finery are slamming people dressed in plain clothes to the ground and onto furniture, fixing their mouths on them, and ripping their shirts open. 

“Oh my god,” Taehyung breathes, finally breaking free of the murky mist of lust. “What are you?” 

Jimin presses against Taehyung, slamming his hips in deep one more time as he comes with a feral growl. His hands are tight in Taehyung’s hair and his mouth is rough against his ear. “I’m yours,” Jimin answers, voice low. “I’m José and you are my Carmen.” 

Dizziness sweeps over Taehyung, feeling like darkness is racing up to greet him. “Yours,” Taehyung agrees, slow blinking as Jimin’s teeth sink into his shoulder again. “Your Carmen.” 

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Vmin mutual gaining boyfriends

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Jin | Unwanted Reunion (I)

Summary: Once pining lovers from the past, unmated but soulmates nonetheless. Fate brings you two together after all this time, and catching up on all that you’ve missed stirs feelings you want to shove away from your being. For Seokjin, on the other hand, those feelings have never been able to leave.

Pairing: Demon King!Seokjin x Human!Reader

Genre: demon!au, soulmates!au, royalty!au, exs-to-lovers, smut, fluff, angst

Rating: 18+

Warnings: unwanted kiss, reunion of past lovers & friends, pining, groveling, past sexual encounters, soul binding, near death experience, attempt & success at murder, blood, death of a minor character, jealousy, possessiveness, sexual dreams, implied masturbation (m & f), heavy petting, nipple play, body worship, vaginal fingering, dry humping, hand job through clothes

Teaser

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When Jimin first told you he got a new tattoo, you thought nothing of it. Not even when he fidgeted like a nervous kitten about it. It wasn’t until you saw said tattoo, that you knew it wasn’t put there by ink and needle. You’ve seen enough mate bonds when you were with your ex… boyfriend? Friend? Whatever… to know that this specific marking was not made by a tattooist. You knew, because you also once thought you would have the same mark with a different letter inside eventually.

No… this marking was put there by a demon.

Not just any demon, to Jimin at least, but one he mated with. Had sex with. And apparently had mutual love with.

That was the only way to gain the marking. By having sex with a demon that loved you and you loved them. With all of this knowledge of yours swirling in your brain, you still can’t get over the fact that Jimin—your best friend of over ten years—fell in love with a demon right under your nose. You were doing so good at not getting involved with any demon business since you and… him… split up. Even while you were directly involved with said business you were able to keep your family and friends unaware of the fact that demons existed.

“How?” Is all you ask Jimin once your shock of seeing the mark has wore off. But even as you state your single worded question, your eyes can’t remove themselves from the almost skin colored blossom filled circle with the letter T inside.

Jimin nibbles on his bottom lip. Trying and failing to keep the secret you once also had to keep. “I don’t know what you mean. How I got it done? I just walked into-“

“No, Jimin. I mean how did you fall in love with a demon!”

Jimin is shell shocked when you reveal your knowledge of the deathless beings. Him clearly not knowing that you knew. “Y-you—you know!”

You roll your eyes. Hating that he ignored your question, but answering his anyway. “Yes, Jimin, I know. Almost had one of those marking myself once upon a time.”

You gesture to the marking on Jimin’s neck, and he subconsciously touches itwhile looking at your neck. Like a marking similar to his would suddenly appear on it.

“But who would— Seokjin.”

You shut your eyes at the sound of his name. The person that once filled your heart with so much joy, now just a name that fills you with nothing but agony. Jimin knows about your past… lover? He was the one you went to crying about him all those years ago, and he was also the one to help you put all the broken pieces of your heart back together. He never met him, though. You wanting to keep the few people you cared about in this lifetime out of the dangerous world of demons.

Looking back, you don’t think it was fair of you to just skip out on the person that claimed an undying love for you, but it has also been almost two years since you saw him. Leaving his kingdom with blood all over you, and nothing but nightmares in your wake. You loved him at the time, sure, but once you finally got a good peak at what it would be like to be together with a demon you were ready to leave. Leaving behind a shattered heart, as well, when you told Seokjin you were leaving.

It was good that you left. You needed to leave. The others would never accept their demon king to be mated with a lowly human, like yourself, anyway. To the point blood was spilled for you, and that was something you never wanted to be your life. You didn’t want the responsibility of someone’s death, even a demons, to be your life. Packing your bags, and thanking the heavens that you didn’t sleep with Seokjin when temptation rose so many times.

“Yes…” You say after a moment to answer Jimin’s question. “He was a demon, and that’s in the past now. More importantly, who did you mate with? Is he your soulmate?”

Jimin raises a pointed eyebrow at you, confused by a part of your words. “Soulmate?”

You shut your eyes and sigh in annoyance. Of course whoever this demon was didn’t explain to him the entirety of Jimin’s new-lifelong-situation. Forget the mysterious and secret type. You being the one that was always being kept secrets from even if you were promised a part of their lives.

You explain to Jimin everything this demon undoubtedly didn’t tell him. That demons had soulmates, and it was very rare for humans to be their soulmates. Even more rare that they can successfully mate with them, since the premise of eating their soul was always on the table. But here Jimin is, alive and still has a soul. You knew that meant something, at least.

But the explanation doesn’t stop there. When a demon has a soulmate, they get possessive over them. What yours is mine, and what’s mine is mine type of thing. It’s even worse if the soulmate pair become mates, because then the pair is forever trapped with each other. It won’t affect Jimin, since he’s a human, but you bet your bottom dollar that the demon he mated with is somewhere hiding in the shadows inside your apartment right now. Watching Jimin with two black eyes.

You scoot closer to Jimin on your couch, when you start to explain the feeling they get from being away from their mated pair. Something you barely understand yourself, but try your best to explain “Basically, if a mated pair is away from each other for to long, it hurts them. Like, in the heart or some shit. That’s why mated pairs usually stay together always, but since you’re human you don’t have that problem.”

Jimin subconsciously looks around your apartment, expecting whoever his demon mate was to suddenly appear, but the coward stays hidden in the shadows—for now.

“B-but Taehyung didn’t tell me any of this! I don’t want him to be hurt, but I also don’t want to stay in that kingdom forever, either! I have school t-to finish and work to start a-and-… shit.”

Jimin sighs, and drags his body against the couch in defeat. This is what demons do. They trap lowly humans like Jimin and you, promising an amazing life, but once the entirety of that life is explained to you, you understand why most humans die in the hands of a demon instead of fall in love with them. For not being willing to give up their soul, or for this situation, their love.

You put your hand on Jimin’s knee, trying to sooth him. “It’s alright, hun. Maybe he’s different. Maybe this Taehyung won’t-… wait a minute. Did you say kingdom?”

Jimin said a lot before, but you didn’t realize until now that he said he would have to go back to the kingdom. There’s only one kingdom that you know of when involving demons, and it doesn’t just house the demon king, but also his close lackeys.

Jimin looks at you confused, not really in the mood anymore to talk about such trivial things like kingdoms when you basically told him his life maybe over. “Yeah… Taehyung lives there. Brought me there, and introduced me to the king. Why?”

You feel anger bloom within you first. Squeezing your eyes shut, and balling your fists when realization dawns on you. If Seokjin is involved with this, there’s no way this demon simply mated with Jimin without telling him everything first for no reason. You stand up, making Jimin jump by your sudden action, and you look around your apartment living room like you’ll suddenly be able to see the demon you’re looking for.

“Come out here!” You demand. “I know your there, so stop hiding like a little bitch!”

No one appears, making your blood boil even hotter as your furry flows through you. Jimin, on the other hand, is cowering in his spot on the couch. He’s never liked confrontation. You on the other hand would welcome it if necessary. 

You decide your going all out to get the demon that screwed your friend over, and you grab onto Jimin’s hand and hoist him out of his seat. Surprised the demon doesn’t come out by just that action, but your not stopping there to get its attention, anyway. Jimin is staring at you wide eyed, and you know he’s about to be very confused after you do what you plan to do.

With the grab of his face, you pull him in to place a fat kiss right on his lips. Jimin squealing under your hold and wiggling around in your arms.

You know Jimin’s gay, and you don’t have a single attraction tendency for him, anyway. Sure, he’s attractive, but right now it feels like your kissing a sibling instead of a loved. You aren’t kissing him for long, though, because within seconds of your lips touching your lips are forcefully getting torn apart by something with nonhuman strength.

You get pushed against the couch, harshly. And after the whiplash wears off you look up to see a demon with black eyes, currently gray skin, and brown close to shoulder length hair keeping Jimin behind him and far away from you. You know he only looks like this because he’s angry, but out of all knowledge about demons one things always for sure.

Their possessive of what they think is theirs. And with that mate mark on Jimin’s neck, this demon, Taehyung, doesn’t like you touching his “property.”

“Don’t fucking touch him,” Taehyung growls at you.

You smirk up at the demon, feeling victorious even though he’s starting at you like he wants to tear your heart off. You put your hands up, faking surrender. “Surly. I’ll never touch him again once you explain why the fuck you’ve involved yourself with him.”

Taehyung squints your way, the color in his eyes and skin melting away as what he normally looks like comes back. What was once full of only black reveals brown human-like eyes. And what was once gray on his skin is now a sun kissed tan.

“Huh?” The demon has the audacity to look confused.

It’s Jimin’s turn to take his anger out on the demon. He jumps out of Taehyung’s tight hold, and puts himself in between me and him.

“Why didn’t you tell me about soulmates? Are we even soulmates?”

Taehyung’s once mutually angry demeanor diminishes once he sees Jimin’s close to tears expression. He reaches out to touch him, but Jimin swipes his hand away. Making the demon frown at his actions.

“Yes, Jimin, we are. I was going to tell you…” Taehyung makes work of looking at you accusingly. “But the king said to wait.”

Jimin squints, confused at Taehyung while I stare at him wide eyed. The demon looking over at me and telling me silently that he knows. Of course he knows, though! If he lives with Seokjin, then of course he knows about the human women that was once being prepared to be queen over them all. A life you left two years ago, and still today plan on staying away from.

But then there’s Jimin’s life…

“What does the king have to do with this?! Why does he care at all about me and you?”

Taehyung just keeps staring my way, and I know the answer to Jimin’s question because of it. That conniving bastard. How dare he involve my friend in all this! To, what? Get me back? As if!

I look away from Taehyung at the same time Jimin follows his line of sight to me. Jimin slowly putting the pieces together of why his life has suddenly been flipped upside down.

“Y/n… is King Jin, Seokjin?”

Your hands squeeze into white fists when you hear the nickname you gave him spoken out loud. Seokjin coining it as his new titled name when you were living with him, and keeping it that way after you left. You sigh, trying to breathe through your frustration and headache this all just put on you.

“Yes, he-… the king is Seokjin.”

Jimin’s jaw drops when you confess the connection between you and the most powerful being in the demon kingdom. Not liking how he’s suddenly fidgeting because he thinks he needs to bow or some shit like Seokjin used to make everyone do when they greeted you back when you lived with him.

“I-I-… I’m shocked!”

You roll your eyes. “Really?”

It’s Taehyung’s turn to interrupt. Him being most likely put in the dog house after all of this has been revealed. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Chim.“ What the fuck is that nickname? “But what the king says is law. I told you what Jin is capable of, and he used it against me and you to get to her. I-… I’m sorry you were involved in all of this.”

Jimin’s once vexed expression overturns when he faces Taehyung. The demon looking defeated about what he could not help, and you honestly believe it. The second he said he had no choice against Seokjin, you believed every word. He would always try to keep you out the heat of his fury by keeping you out of the “business meetings” altogether. But one day your curiosity got the better of you and you saw how far the kings abilities stretched.

Him being able to cause pain or kill others with just a look, and the threats of doing that being just as affective. Demons had many unique abilities, one being the ability to pop in and out of places whenever they pleased. Another being they can stay invisible to humans, and even rip their souls out of their chests when given permission—unless they kill them first, then they don’t need permission.

But Seokjin, he was the king. He’s lived as the king for a long time, and was handed down the powers of his father when he died all those centuries ago. One being the simple wish of someone’s death can happen within a blink of an eye.

You shiver when the nightmare of seeing that in person opened up in your mind. The sad part being the first time you saw it didn’t elevate you to leave. It wasn’t until that death was because of you that you left altogether. 

After going through all these thoughts on your own, you look back at Jimin and Taehyung and grimace when you see the two making out. Whatever they said to each other while you were daydreaming about the past obviously being enough for Jimin to forgive him.

“Not that I discriminate, but-“ Jimin pulls himself off Taehyung when he hears you talk, and looks at you with a reddened face. The two of them forgetting you were even there while their tongues were tangled. “I prefer not to see my best friend get a hard on in my living room, thank you.”

Jimin looks at you with a glare full of death, and Taehyung smirks behind him. Grabbing onto his hand, and looking at Jimin like he holds the world in his hands.

Your heart aches when you see that look. You once had that look pointed at you from a demon and you remember like it was yesterday learning the extension of the love that look possessed. How endless a demons love could be, and how even after death they would stay loyally in love with you. So many mantra and quotes like that swirling in your head suddenly, and you shake your head when the person that told them to you appears in your mind.

Not wanting his angelic, handsome face to fill your mind anymore then it has today already. Not how beautiful his eyes were that when he looked at you it always made you swoon. Or how pillowy soft his full lips were when you two…

Ugh! Get it together!

“Alright!” You say, jumping out of your seat. Jimin and Taehyung look to you at your outburst. Jimin looking concerned, while Taehyung looks like he gives two shits less. “He wants to meet. Then will meet.”

Taehyung smiles triumphantly, while Jimin now looks more perturbed. “What! Y/n, no. You can’t do that. You haven’t seen the guy in years. What if this is all a trap to get you back?”

“Oh, it definitely is. It’s clear as fucking day that it is, but I’m not just going to let him mess with my friends lives either. He wants to meet. Then will meet… I just won’t be so full of sunshine like I was last time he saw me.”

Your gears are turning, thinking up all the ways you’re going to curse him out and Jimin is watching it all happen in front of him mortified.

“What! No, you can’t-“

“Chim, the king wants her. He didn’t give much specifics, just that he wants her back in the kingdom. And that he would…” Taehyung cuts himself short there. Like even uttering the threats or what Seokjin said would happen was too hard to say.

Jimin looks between the two of you conflicted about weather to console his lover or convince you not to go. In the end, he sighs in defeat. Whispering a “fuck,” under his breathe because he doesn’t know what else to say.

You slap your hands together, getting both of their attentions again. “Let’s get a move on, then. The sooner I can get this unwanted reunion over with the better. What’s the worst he can do, anyway?”

Kill you. Force you to stay with him. Threaten Jimin’s life if you don’t do what he wants.

And the lists goes on, and on, and on, but no one says anything as you all get ready to make the jump to Seokjin’s kingdom. You grab onto Jimin’s hand, not taking the offered one from Taehyung because even thinking about touching a demon makes your skin crawl, and you feel the dark energy consume your being when Taehyung starts the jump to another dimension.

Within a blink, all three of you leave your apartment like you weren’t even there to begin with.

———

When the black fog drifts away, you find yourself in the entrance hall of Seokjin’s castle, and your stomach drops to your fucking ass.

You forgot all the emotions being in this place used to stir in you. How you would get so excited about learning about all the artwork that was carved into every wall and ceiling. How you used to find it so fun to glide across the smooth granite flooring like you for ten, and the person you did this all with making your stomach do flips instead of sink.

You don’t know why you thought you would be so confident being here because now that you’re actually here your feeling dizzy. Letting go of Jimin’s hand to hold your forehead and wanting to pass out from all the nerves that shot through you.

Jimin turns to you instantly, his eyes widen when he sees you’ve become pale. “Y/n, are you okay? I know traveling that way can make some feel-“

“It’s not that,” You say with the wave of your hand. “I-it’s this place… a lot of emotions building from being here.”

Jimin looks guilty now, him being the only reason you’re here in the first place and if you weren’t so anti-violence you would smack it right off his face. You try to force a smile, but it turns into a frown when a sudden wave of nausea hits you after a hearing a friend of yours from so long ago speak.

“Welcome home, Y/n.”

You turn around to see a currently bowing Yoongi, one of Seokjin demon warriors. He’s been close friends with Seokjin for longer then either of them cared to comprehend, and he just so happens to be the loyalist of them all. One of the few who gave you any respect, and didn’t secretly threaten your life when the king was nor around.

He stand up from his bow, eyes shifting into black for a moment. You swallow even through your throat is dry, and wave awkwardly at Yoongi. “Hi, Yoon.”

The demon grins when he hears the nickname you coined him when you two first met all those years ago.

“It’s been far to long, my… it’s just been far to long.” You heard what Yoongi decided not to say. My Queen. A title that would have been your right to have if you and the demon king mated, and you hate how your body stiffens when you realize this. Thinking about the what ifs and being in the place you once called your home is not helping your resolve at all. Before you could go through another dizzy spell for all this swirling in your head, Yoongi speaks again. “The king has been expecting you. Taehyung, Jimin, you two can stay here. I’ll escort-“

“No.” Resolve is back. And your not playing by Seokjin’s games. “I’m not staying in a room alone with him.” You grab onto Jimin’s shaking hand to clarify that, and Taehyung’s eyes widen when you defy the elder demon in front of you. But Yoongi just smiles, not taking offense to your interruption or lack of understanding. You being one of very few he would allow this of. 

“Ever the difficult one. Aren’t you, Y/n?”

You hold your ground, not paying attention to the wide eyed and scared Jimin next to you.

“Ever the vague one. Aren’t you, Yoons?”

You both crack a smile at this. You can’t help yourself. It’s like not a day has gone by since you saw your friend. The game of trying to up the other with words playing out just like it used to all those years ago.

But then your smile falls, realizing what Yoongi is doing. He’s reminding you of everything you left behind. Wanting you to enjoy your time here, and maybe even stay for the familiarness over everything else. You weren’t. You won’t.

“I stand at what I say. I’m not seeing him, or even being near him, alone. Jimin comes with me or will both leave together.”

Taehyung quiet gasp is heard behind you. His reaction this time being about the fear of losing his lover, and said lover stiffens beside you, but you pay them both no mind. Standing your ground as you look to the demon you once called your friend.

“I’m not sure if-“ Yoongi cuts himself short, and you see his eyes move back and forth as they swirl with darkness. Having a silent conversation with most likely the man of the hour himself.

Another ability some demons have is the ability to read minds. If two demons can read minds, then having silent conversations like this is possible. You would have be very old to obtain a power like that, though. Something you used to make fun of Seokjin adequately about. 

After a moment, Yoongi sighs. “Alright. You can bring the other human. Taehyung stays here.” He sends a pointed glare Taehyung’s way, and you don’t understand what the hatred is for hidden behind those eyes. “Come with me.”

Jimin’s hand squeezes your own, and then you both follow silently behind Yoongi. You try to ignore Taehyung’s sudden and loud gritting of teeth as Jimin gets taken away from. Each step closer to Seokjin’s office had you begin to sweat and your heart beat in your ears, anyway. The memories of how happy you used to skip this way to him flooding your mind, and further making you sweat for different reasons.

The things that went on between you and Seokjin in all parts of the castle were rather… lewd. But you never went all the way. At the time you always got frustrated when Seokjin didn’t let you you two go all the way. To complete the mating ritual that was so tempting, but now your grateful you two didn’t.

You suddenly feel weird about that fact. Seokjin could have trapped you with him for life if you both just did what was so alluring to you both instead of hovering around it. But he didn’t. It definitely wasn’t for the lack of want, you’ve been proven by him enough times with his tongue and fingers to know he wanted you, especially when what was hidden underneath his pants rutted against you in the process. But still, he never pushed it further. Not even when you begged like a whore for him, or let him push his head inside you just to tempt him yourself.

You shiver at the remembrance of that day. When you both were sweaty, in his bed, and naked. He pushed you to two orgasms already, and he was so close to striking his own resolve away to just fucking you already. Pushing the head of his cock in between your widely spread legs, and the little stimulation blew your mind.

You can’t be doing this. You can’t be remembering these types of things, or any good times you spent with him. This is how he traps you. This is why he chorused you into coming. It’s just extremely hard not think of the past when every place you step is a reminder of the past.

When the three of you make it too the office door, you push all the positive memories aside. As a last resort, even though you haven’t imagined this day so clearly in quite sometime, you think about the day it all went to shit as Yoongi knocks on the door.

Seokjin doesn’t need to ask who it is because he already knows. You hear his smooth voice carry through the door, “Come in.”

The door is opened by Yoongi, and instead of looking anywhere in the room you stare right at the floor in front of you. Remembering the tragic day that had you running out of these doors four years ago…

———

You don’t remember why you decided that day to come to Seokjin’s office unannounced. In fact, you felt you should have never been there in the office even while you push open the door. Last time you were in here was when you accidentally saw him kill a demon with a snap of his fingers.

It’s okay, though. He explained to you why the demon needed to “go,” but it still haunted you to see the blood poor out of the unnamed demons eyes and nose. The second your eyes locked in on the scene in front of you that day, Seokjin had you both swirling in smoke and transporting you both into a different room.

He was shaking with worry, and Seokjin doesn’t worry. He doesn’t contemplate things that have not happened yet, but in that moment he thought you would want to leave him forever. Even if the demon he killed was a a bad guy. One that thought killing a whole school of children was a good way to gain power. That’s how demons gained their power, after all. If not from being handed down power from their parents, then from consuming souls of mortals.

You forgave him for that. You held him in your arms and consoled him of his worries. But right now, standing outside the office you once did on that day, you feel that familiar sting of fear in the back of your head. Like you shouldn’t be entering this office right now.

You shake your head front the thought, remembering that no one but Seokjin and his youngest lackey are probably in this office at the moment, and then you push open the door without announcing yourself. You never needed to. Seokjin just always knew it was you.

Your smell, he said one day, was the reason he always knew. It always had a rose undertone to it, and one that he’s never smelt before. He would say it was the most beautiful thing he’s ever smelt, and then he would ask you to never change. Never wear perfume or change what you do because you as your natural self was gorgeous as is. 

So you push open the door with a small smile on your face for the joy of thinking you’re about to see your lover, but are disappointed when you don’t see him and instead see his youngest warrior.

Jungkook, the youngest demon in Seokjin’s kingdom, and the one who hates you the most. As your time here has lengthened, less and less people have decided to hate you. But Jungkook was not one of those few. Being young, and easily manipulated, he followed suit of his own father to think humans are nothing but batteries for demons to use to charge. And the fact that his king, the one he looks up to and wants to learn from, is soulmates with a human boils his blood.

The young demon scowls at you, and you try not to ignore the weight of knowing it’s only you and him in this room right now as you ask, “W-where’s Seokjin?”

He hisses at you, and it has you stumbling back a step. “What the fuck do you care? He’s not here and neither should you be.”

You straighten your posture, not letting this demon make you feel inferior just because Seokjin is not around to make everyone that defies you or him feel smaller. You never felt smaller around Seokjin, so you shouldn’t around this demon either.

“No. He asked me to meet him-“

“Ha!” You balk at Jungkook’s loud laugh, interrupting your words.

“What’s so funny?”

Jungkook’s smirk stretches to an irregular shape, and your two seconds away from running out the door because of it. “Your funny, little girl. To think Seokjin would ask you of anything but to spread your whore legs for him, makes me believe your lying.”

You raise a pointed eyebrow at him. Shocked and appalled by what’s he’s saying. “Well, your an asshole.” It’s Jungkook’s turn to looked shocked. “And yes he did. The maid came to me and-“

This time, you cut yourself short. Thinking back about the maid that summoned you here she looked… off. Almost possessed even. At the time you just played it off as her having an off day, but now that you see Jungkook’s gruesome smile you’re suddenly realizing your situation.

Jungkook was one of few demons, Seokjin included, that can manipulate other demons mind’s. Jungkook was second in line for Seokjin’s throne if he didn’t create an heir, so he had this ability as a high ranking demon.

“Looks like the sheep has finally realized her predicament.”

You don’t waste any time. Spinning on your heels you run towards the door, hearing Jungkook’s cackle of laughter behind you. Just when your hand clamps around the handle of the door, everything starts to turn black around you. The black fog of Jungkook’s mana surrounding you.

You scream bloody murder when you feel your skin start to heat up. A heat that is suffocating you, and making your screams turn into choked sobs. Falling to your knees and you try to look through the fog to find some light, but all you see is darkness. Each lung full of air you take feels like it’s laced with poison, and you start to spit out blood.

Unlike Seokjin, Jungkook’s abilities are much more slow. He can kill you, but it would take time. Something you find way scarier then just the blink of the eye killing, and for the first time you feel what it’s like. To slowly feel yourself die, and hearing a cackling laughter as you do.

You start to cry as you fall completely to the ground. Cradling your legs to your chest like it would somehow protect you. Each intake of air isn’t helping you stay alive like it should, but you push to keep your eyes open.

With one last resort, you yell for Seokjin. It comes out grumbled and a balk of blood comes out of your mouth as you do so, but you say his name nonetheless. You cry out his name because it’s the only person you can think of to save you, and he’s the love of your life. The person you want to be with for the rest of your life.

You want him to take care of you, and sleep next to you. You want to always be by his side, and have him tell you the stories about the carvings in the walls. You want to hear him tell you he loves you one last time, and have him smell your hair when just the whiffing of air around you isn’t enough. To feel his lips against yours just… one… last… time…

And that’s what you think about as everything turns black. Seokjin holding you close to him, your lips joined together and you whimpering when his tongue touches yours. Him chuckling against your lips from the knowledge of how easily your affected by his kisses. Then he would detach his lips from yours and tell you,

“I love you always.”

~

That near death experience should have been the worst of your day. It should have been the worst thing you ever witnessed or experienced, but it wasn’t. No. The worst thing you ever witnessed or experienced happened when you opened your eyes.

First, you’re surprised your not dead. You seriously thought you were a goner after Jungkook grabbed a hold of you. But your not. Your alive and your vision his slowly becoming clear as you smell the scent of blood in the air.

You think, at first, it’s your own blood. That the blood you spit out earlier was the culprit, but as soon as your eyes clear you see in front of what’s actually creating that metal taste in your mouth and nose.

Blood everywhere.

Blood on the walls, ceilings, and every piece of furniture in the room. It’s like someone painted the whole room with blood, and thought it looked nice enough to stay like that. It’s seeping out of every crevice of the room, and you gag at the overwhelming amount of it that you see and smell.

Your naïve enough to start patting your own chest, thinking it’s yours at first until you hear the person’s voice you thought about before blacking out behind you.

“Y/n,” Seokjin says in crying moan.

You turn around, thinking your lover will be able to explain what has happened here, but once you see him your at a loss. At a loss because you didn’t need to ask.

Seokjin has blood all over him. In his hair that you love to run your hands through, on his lips that you love to kiss, and on his clothes that you find yourself always nervously taking off. It’s all over him… but it’s not his blood.

You raise to your feet, staring at him wide eyed and jaw dropped. He takes a step forward, and your heart stings when you take a step backwards out of fear. Seokjin’s own eyes widen for a second, and you see his throat bob as he swallows.

“Y/n… this isn’t… he was going to hurt you.”

You didn’t need him to explain it. You didn’t need to explain that you were the cause of the young demons gruesome death because it was now painted everywhere. You don’t know why you didn’t expect any different. You don’t know why you didn’t expect any different from the king.

Maybe it was because you trusted him. You trusted him not to hurt other’s on your behalf, and that his possessiveness was only because he loved you. But right now, as your look at his bloody hands, you feel sick to your stomach.

Your the reason Jungkook is dead, and you love the murder to death.

———

You blink away the horror of a memory, and try your best not to choke on a sob. Smelling the air now is like you can still smell the metallic liquid everywhere. After that day, when Seokjin apologized to you over and over again for having to witness such a thing, you made a decision that would change the way you saw your future forever.

You left. You left because you didn’t want blood on your hands ever again even if it wasn’t you committing the murder. Even if the man went to attack you, kill you even, the knowledge of knowing he died so young and so gruesomely haunts you. You haven’t allowed yourself to think about that day for a long time, but you grab onto it as you and Jimin walk into the room, and you turn to see the person that still somehow makes your heart skip a beat every time you lock eyes.

“Hi Jin.”

Seokjin’s eyes lock with yours the second you allow them too. He stands from his chair as you walk into the room, and you hate the shiver that’s wanting to course through you when you see his face again.

The way he takes in your form, starting at your feet and ending at your eyes when they met for the first time. His ears twitching when he hears you say his nickname out loud for the first time in two years, and being so close to begging you to say it again, or worse... say his real name instead. 

His heart sores at having you so close to him again, and you miss the way he quickly takes in a sniff of the air. Your rose aroma lighting up his senses and making him want to pull you into an embrace so he can sniff up your smell even more. How he’s longed to have you in his arms again, and right now you're no more than a few steps away. He can easily take a few steps forward and entrap you in his arms, but as much as it pains his heart to not do so he stays standing where he is. 

You don’t know any of this. You don’t know any of what Seokjin is feeling because for one you can’t read his mind, and for two you're to distracted from seeing the person that once owned your whole heart in front of you. 

He’s still as handsome as ever. Still beautiful in every way, and it doesn’t feel like a day has gone by since you saw him last. You remember being so starstruck when you first met him over four years ago, and you wondered how it was possible for a person to look so angelic.

You fingered out how two years later, when the angelic face you’re currently looking at revealed himself as anything but an angel. You want to smack yourself for staying with him after you were given that knowledge instead of running for the hills and seeing the red flag for what it was. The red flag that demons were anything but sexy. But you still see the man in front of you as what he is. As beautiful.

And you hate yourself and him for it. For him being born with looks that would make any girl gladly drop their panties for. You swallow down the increasing amount of saliva in your mouth that forms when he smiles at you. Wanting to run up and punch him in that pretty face of his for still being able to affect you like this.

“Hello, Y/n.”

You sharply take in air when he says your name. Suddenly all the ways he used to moan your name in your ears awakening in your mind, and you clench your jaw because of it. Scowling at the demon king.

A silence stretches, and you and Seokjin don’t take your eyes off each other for a single moment. You wonder if he’s read your mind just now, something he promised so long ago not to do but you’ve come to realize he’s bad at keeping promises, and you hope he has this time. Your hateful thoughts for him filling up your mind, and you hate him even more that when he frowns at your scowl you somehow still want to sooth him.

Jimin squeezes your hand, taking you out of your staring contest with Seokjin to look at your fearful friend. You sigh, bringing yourself back to reality but still holding onto the hatred you’ve convinced yourself you have for the demon in front of you.

“You wanted me here, now what?”

Seokjin chuckles at your straightforwardness. Loving and missing how you never feared to tell him how you truly felt. Soulmate bond aside, he thinks he would have fell for you even if it wasn’t there to begin with. Everyone was always afraid to tell him the truth about how they felt. Fear out of him killing them for speaking their minds, or for being tortured until they changed their minds. 

This was a fear brought down on him from his father. To unpopular belief, and your past encounters with Seokjin making you think otherwise, Seokjin only kills others that rightful deserve it. He doesn’t kill others for having opposite opinions or even standing up for themselves. Justice in the demon world is very straight forward. You do something wrong, slap on the wrist. You break a law to the point it almost destroys everything the demons have created, then you die. There's no second chances for those who disturb the universal peace. 

There’s only been one time that Seokjin ever killed for sport, and it was to protect you, but he knew it would come at a cost. Even before he ripped the young demon prince to shreds, he knew it would cost him his relationship with you. He wanted to be the man that you deserved and didn’t let his born with trait of being possessive and protective over you get in his way, but he couldn’t stop himself once he saw you the way you were. Dying and crying out for his help. So, he did what he promised you and himself he would never do. Killed someone—demon—for touching you like the possessive bastard he is.

And he doesn’t regret it. Losing you, yes, but never saving you. You're still alive today because of him, and he hopes having you back here will help you remember that fact about Seokjin. That he would always save you no matter what the cost was. Even if the cost was your love for him.

Seokjin steps forwards, closing the big gap between the three of you by five feet and you stiffen in your spot by the increasing proximity of the two of you. “Yes, you're here. Did you miss it?”

You raise a curious eyebrow at his dumb and sudden question. Of course you missed this place! But you’re not going to be telling him that. “No. I didn’t miss it no more than I missed you.”

Seokjin winces at your words, feeling them cut into his heart but he tries to remind himself you’re just angry and don’t mean it. You can’t mean it because your his soulmate and that type of love is never changing. 

You feel a little guilty for your harsh words, but you stand your ground on the matter without blinking. There’s was no way you were going to be nice to this guy, even if you still find yourself desperately wanting him to smile again. 

“Why did you want me here, Jin? Why did you want me here so badly that you even affected my friend?!” You punch out your words one by one, and you hope it hits him right in the stomach like you know his answer will do to you.

Seokjin smiles... and it kills you. 

“You know why, y/n. It’s been two years, but I know you haven’t forgotten who we are to each other...” You squeeze Jimin's hand to the point he winces, and Seokjin glances down at your conjoined hands. He feels the slightest bit of jealous for the boy next to you being able to touch you like that, but he puts it to the side when he remembers who he is to Taehyung. 

Looking back at you, he softens his voice when he confesses, “I still love you, y/n.” You shut your eyes, thinking that would somehow make his words disappear with your sight. “And I know you still love me.”

Eyes open again and full of accusation. “What happened to never reading my mind?”

“So you admit that you still love me?”

“Absolutely not!”

Seokjin chuckles, thanking all of his years of knowledge about you for what he’s about to say next. “Then why are your ears red?’

You subconsciously touch your ears with the hand not still in Jimin's, and curse at yourself. One thing you and Seokjin have in common is that your ears will turn red if you’re lying, even if your mind hasn’t caught up yet that you’re, in fact, lying. 

“It’s hot in here,” You explain, trying to breathe through the lie this time and not make your face red as well. 

Seokjin glides his bottom lip through his teeth before he smirks at you. He steps forward, and your back straightens. He steps forward until he's only a foot away from you, and you clench your teeth when the proximity has your knees almost buckling underneath you. 

He knows what he doing. He’s thinking he can flirt or bat his eyelashes into making you fall in desperate love for him again, but no way were you falling for it. You won’t allow him to get to you.

“Well, we are in hell, darling. And you're standing in front of the king of it.”

You scoff. “Is that your new way of flirting? Throwing around your title like it will some how get me back.”

“Who says I'm flirting?” That smirk on his face does, and you realize now he’s wanting this banter. He’s wanting you to talk to him, and react how you used to anytime these types of play fights went on with the two of you.

So, you ignore his question and ask him another. “What if I don’t want to live here again?” His smirk falls. “I left for a reason. A reason that very much involves you, so why, in all ways, did you think bringing me here would suddenly change that? You do know it’s been two years. I know you do. But in two fricken years you thought the best way to win me back was to trap my friend in a relationship, and then bring me here to... what? Win me back with your flirtatious tongue and pretty face?”

You feel your face heat up from your last few words, Seokjin’s smile kicking back up at knowing you still find him attractive. Also, this wasn’t Seokjin’s first idea. It feels like his hundredth, but in reality he’s only had three real rational ideas.

One idea was to just... take you. That was the worst idea, and one that still pains him to think about, but it was an idea nonetheless. To claim you as his while you still loved him, and keep you with him forever. Once that toxic idea simmered down, his next idea of talking to you in person was brought up.

Seokjin has secretly looked over you for the past two years a lot, and some of those times he wished he didn’t. The day he decided to reveal himself to you, to talk to you and convince you he’s not a bad guy and still loves you... you were on a date. Seokjin knows if he were to even say the guys name you wouldn’t remember, since that date was the first and the last time you ever saw him, but it was still a date. A way for you to get over Seokjin, and in return break his heart further. 

Seokjin isn’t a very jealous person, but he finds himself always jealous of the people you allow close to you besides him. It never got to the point where he wanted to control you, that’s not who he is. But when he saw you on the date with that guy, he wanted to rip him to shreds. He wanted to kill him for gaining the attraction of you like he once did, and then devour his soul so there was no chance of another one of him in the future. 

Seokjin got very depressed after that. He didn’t leave his room because if he did he was afraid he would go and kill the guy, and then prove you right that he was exactly like his father and all the other blood thirsty demons he’s executed in the past. It wasn’t until a whole month had passed that he finally left his room, finally calm and able to breathe, so he decided he had to be creative with his next plan.

It just so happens that on that exact day, Taehyung, his newest demon recruit to his castle and the youngest, admitted he found his soulmate. He said a lot of regretful things to the young demon that day. A lot of regrettable threats that he knows he will have to apologize to him one day for, but it’s all worth it if he gets to say to you the words that make you react the way you do. 

“No. That’s not how I'll be winning you back because I know you. You're not someone who can be toyed with, or deserves to be either... It’s just-... I’m desperate, y/n. I’m desperate for you because I fucking love you, and it pains me to the fucking core that I made you so scared of me that day that you left me. I just—If you could just-…Please just give me one more chance. A year tops, please.”

You don’t even realize you’ve let go of Jimin’s hand until Seokjin is finished speaking. Your heart, stomach, fucking brain cells feel like they all are about to explode! You’re surprised even when a tear leaks down your face, and you allow Seokjin to place his hand on your cheek and wipe it away with his thumb. He takes his hand away right after, but you don’t miss the way you both shivered at the small contact. 

You swallow over the lump in your throat, trying and failing to keep up the tough girl act as Seokjin’s sweet words till echo in your head. Seokjin has always been so good with words, and you had a feeling that if anything were to destroy your resolve of never staying here again it would be Seokjin's incredibly beautiful words. 

Words he only always said to you. 

“One week,” You say in response, and Seokjin smiles with teeth and all.

“I’m charming, but I'm not that good... six months.”

“One month.”

“Forever.”

You roll your eyes, and find yourself cracking a smile when he chuckles at his own funny way of make this deal seem less like a business venture. But a deal with the devil it still is.

“One month... Seokjin.”

You’re a little devilish too because once his name on your lips registers to his ears, you could have said a day and he would have blindly said, “Deal.”

———

 A few things happened on that first day in the kingdom, one of them being that as soon as this deal was set, Jimin was “suddenly” needed to be somewhere with Taehyung. You called bullshit, but you let him go nonetheless because you know from experiences that the best place for Jimin to be is with his soulmate—who just so happens to be a demon too, and why you’re in this whole mess in the first place, but you’ll continue yelling at the pair about that fact later.

Seokjin luckily had a meeting to go to, and that just left you by yourself… mostly. You once lived in this castle, so you thought maybe Seokjin just trusted you to know your way around the place. 

WELL! No more than an hour later, you realize what “being left on your own” meant for you for now on. It meant a barely concealing himself Yoongi was around. As soon as you felt his presence, you were in one of the hallways that the bedrooms stretched through. You stopped in your tracks, rolled your eyes, then yelled out into the not so empty hallway, “You can come out at any time!”

Yoongi then popped his head out behind a sculpture, his invisible cloak of power falling off of him. You smile at the blonde headed demon, and wait in your spot until he stands next to you. The you both continue on your re-tour around the castle side by side.

“I maybe just assuming somethings, but it seems like you were following me,” You say with an accusing raised eyebrow, and thinned out lips.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I said no, would you?”

“Nope.”

“Thought so.” You chuckle at Yoongi’s way of just easily getting around the subject. You secretly wanted to ask if Seokjin set him up to do this, but you didn’t want to seem like you-

“Yes, he very much did.”

You sputter at his invasion of your head. Smacking him in the shoulder for good measure. “Don’t do that!”

Yoongi just shrugs his shoulders like it’s no big deal, but then he lays on you an accusation thats very much a big deal. “Why do you care if Seokjin thinks you like him?”

“Because I don’t. You all know I don’t want to be here, so showing any bit liking his way would be futile for me.” 

You both hit a sharp turn in the hallway, and Yoongi looks at the back of your head like you’re crazy. Out of all demons, Yoongi doesn’t really care much about human. He doesn’t care if there around or not, just as long as they stay out of his and his kings way, and currently, you’re in his kings way. Making him freeze all important meeting for the next month as we speak. 

Seokjin didn’t tell you this, of course, but he doesn’t want a single distraction when it comes to winning you back. That includes meetings like which clan gets which part of earth to feed off of. Seokjin is the one to make those decisions, but since he’s going to be putting it on hold for you, Yoongi would rather push this little drama fest a long as much as possible. “But you do love him.”

You stop in your tracks again, breathe through your nose, then turn to face your demon friend. “No. I. Do. Not! ... Why does everyone keep saying that?”

“Huh, I don’t know. Maybe because A, I remember what you two were like when you lived here—disgusting to watch, by the way—and unlike Seokjin I don’t give a shit about what you think about reading your thoughts.” You’re about to tell him that you don’t think anything of the sort. That he’s clearly reading someone else’s mind, but then he leans in closely to you and says, “So an seven inch dildo was the closet in size, huh?”

Your jaw drops and your face becomes as red as a tomato. 

Yoongi looks at you with a neutral face, not even giving you time to explain or hit him as he continues to walk forward and yells back at you, “Yup. So not in love.”

Okay, so, he was clearly talking about the toy you bought and what you... bought it for. It was weak moment for you. A couple of months ago you started to feel very low, and your dreams of Seokjin suddenly become a regular basis thing. You were lucky that after you left and got settled, that your mind was only consumed with thoughts of Seokjin at night maybe once a month, but out of nowhere it became an every night thing. 

You hated your head, and you hated your body for reacting in such a way when the dreams became sexual. It got to the point that you manned up and bought a fricken sex toy to satisfy yourself. Thinking it would help with the dreams at least a little bit. Seven inches being the best you can find and best to compensate with your dreams. But those dreams don’t mean you love him still. There's a difference between sexual attraction and love. One of which you think you’ll sadly always have for the demon king while the other one you kicked out of your headspace a long time ago. 

Just when Yoongi turns a corner to leave you there alone in the hallway, you shout at him, finally getting over the shock of what he said, “That doesn’t mean I love him!”

“What doesn’t mean you love who?” 

You jump, crying out, “Jeaus!,” and spinning around to see an already smirking Seokjin. He has his arms behind his back, and you have a feeling by the way he’s looking at you right now that he heard your entire conversation. 

You wipe at your face like that will some how remove the very prominent blush on your face, then stutter out a unconvincing, “N-nothing.”

“Mhmm,” Seokjin says as he leans in closer to you. “Sure it was.”

You roll your eyes, and cross your arms in a pout. Not missing the way Soekjin’s eyes flick downwards toward your breasts popping out of your shirt now when the action pushed your breasts upwards. You also don’t miss the way you feel the smile grow on your face because of it. Stupid ass emotions. Always making hating other people more difficult!

“Have you found your way around, okay?” 

You roll your eyes again, and turn to continue on your track of wondering around the castle. Seeing in the corner of your eye a still grinning Seokjin walking next to you. 

“Yup. I did live here for two years, in case you forgot.”

Seokjin chuckles at your attitude filled answer, “Trust me, la mia rosa. I have not forgotten.”

You turn you head to the other side, shut your eyes and trying your best not to stutter when you demand, “Please don’t call me that.”

Seokjin bites his bottom lip, trying to stop his smile from growing. “Why would I do that? I also haven’t forgotten how it used to affect you.”

La mia rosa. Translating from Italian to English it means my rose. A name that used to turn you into a puddle of goo when he called you that, and he nor you have forgotten said feelings it brought up in you.

You turn back to face him, ready to lie through your teeth and say it’s not like that anymore, but once you turn Seokjin has put himself mer inches away from you. Clearing any words that were going to come out of your mouth. You back up, and he follows with each step. It’s not until you hit a wall that he stops in his tracks, but you have to look upwards more to talk to him directly. His already tall frame making your neck also have to stretch and reveal your neck to him.

Seokjin’s eyes are drawn to the smooth surface of you neck. A place he remembers drawing out the symbol of his mate mark on, but never pushing himself to do so. He watches a single drop of sweat drip down your neck, and he’s so tempted to wipe it clean for you. To touch your skin again and feel one of many favorite parts he enjoyed kisses and nipping to the point you would wither underneath him. 

It isn’t until you whisper his name, suddenly sounding like your mouth has gone dry, that Seokjin’s eyes flick back towards you. He moves forward, and you’re helpless to let his nose trace your own. Breathing in sharply when you feel a part of his you used to love admiring so close to you. Unable to control yourself, your eyes flick down to his lips. His plush lips so close to touching your own, and you have to hold yourself back from falling into them. His lips are just so-

“Say it again,” Seokjin begs of you. 

You blink up at him, staring up at him through your eyelashes and suddenly feeling ten times hotter then you were a few moments ago. “W-what?”

Seokjin smirks, and for the first time since seeing him again you’re not mad at him for it. His close proximity is dizzying, and making you forget everything you promised yourself. “I said, say my name again... please.”

You swallow, glancing around the hallway. But each time your eyes move they are trained back to his own. It’s like a vortex. You unable to look away, but feeling like you shouldn’t be around the destructive pools. The please is what gets to you, though. It’s asked so gentle, and almost like he’s dying to hear you say that singular word as much as he needs air to breathe. You lick your lips, whimpering when his nose slides across your forehead next. 

“Please, la mia rosa.”

And now you’re helpless not too.

“Seokjin.”

The demon sucks in air through his teeth. Such a small gift from you has made his once dying heart shutter at the sound. Seokjin has dreamt about you so many times since your departure from his life, but never, not once, did you call him by his real name in his dreams. It became a torturing affair. Just a few months ago the dreams would repeat themselves and then slowly started making him restless. 

You would be in his bed, and the dream would always start and end the same from there. He would think it feels so real. That you've come back to him and want to complete the ritual of making you his mate. Seokjin wouldn’t hold back because he was desperate for you. Waiting two whole years—no, six years to finally make you his in every way has made him this desperate. But then, when you would speak, it wouldn't be of his name. 

Always Jin. It's a nickname you gave him, and he adored it, but it wasn’t his name. Even if he asked you to say it, you wouldn't. No matter what the scenario, you would never say his name.

So right now, Seokjin is a mess. He falls to his knees in front of you, not caring if anyone were to pass and see their king in such a lowly state. He’s embracing your middle, and you freeze when you feel his two strong arms wrap around you. 

“Oh my god, what are you doing?” He stays silent. “Seokjin?”

And then you hear weeping. Crying against your stomach is the mighty demon king himself because you said his name. Not that you forgave him, or even want to be with him again, but you simply being here—being real—and saying his name has broken the demon king right down the middle.

“I've waited for you for so long,” Soekjin says through a sob. “Fuck, I've missed you so much... You have no idea how much it hurt to be away from you.”

Your eyes widen, replaying his last words. He said something earlier about being in pain for not being by you, but you just thought it was him being dramatic with his sweet words. Now, as he withers on his knees in front of you, you know what he says is completely real.

Most of your relationship with Seokjin revolved around you finding out information about the demons soulmates and mating rituals through small hints. But one thing that has you holding back a sob is what he just said to you. Something you know will happen for sure if the two of you were to ever....mate.

“H-hurt you?”

Soekjin nods against your stomach, inhaling your sweet smell like it’s his lifeline and squeezing his arms tighter around you. “Yes, la mia rosa. Hurt so fucking much.”

“B-but I thought... but we never...”

Seokjin understands what you’re implying, and he sighs against your stomach. He was a terrible person when you two were together. He kept so many secrets from you, and with that mixing up your knowledge of his world with it. It's true, if you two were to mate and complete the bond between the two of then it would pain Soekin to the very core of him to be away from you. It’s one of the reason why he never pushed completing the ritual because he knew you would hate to have someone so obsessed with you. It was even one of the first things you told him after he portrayed his possessive tendencies the first time.

One man walking down the street whistling at you, and Seokjin was ready to rip his throat out. It wasn't until you slapped him in the face, and told him to calm the fuck down that he was fine again. Black eyes turning brown, and gray skin turning white again.

But the thing is, you don’t need a complete the mate bond for a person to feel pain from being away from the other person they love. No, this has to do with Seokjin’s love for you. His undying devotion towards you. He doesn’t need a soul or mate bond to tell him he never wants to be away from you because he has enough pure love for you to know he would never want to be without you again. 

“This isn’t the mate bond, y/n.” Soekjin whispers against your stomach. He looks up at you at the same time you look straight down at him. Your eyes meeting and never straying from each other. “This isn’t the soul bond either.”

He takes you hand at your side, and places it on his heart. The rapid beating of it under your palm making your breathing stop altogether. 

“This is because I love you always.”

———

A few things happened on that first day in the kingdom. Yes, a few strange but heartwarming things. You ended up sitting there with Seokjin, feeling lighter than air, for what felt like hours. Some moments were filled with silence, while other’s were formed with chatter of all the things you've missed from each others lives.

It was hard not to let go of the past when Seokjin was literally on his knees and confessing his feelings to you all over again. You even made it a point to tease him about it eventually, and comparing it to the first time he told you he loved you. 

It was the same day you found out he was a demon, but before that whirlwind of knowledge he decided to lay on you a whirlwind of emotions. You never saw Seokjin shed a tear before, but he cried many happy tears that day when you told him you loved him back and that you have for awhile. Seokjin is a very emotional being, but sadly he only ever feels safe enough to express those feelings when with you even to this day. 

It’s crazy to think of everything that’s transpired since then. How many heart aches and heart throbs you and Seokjin have went through, and put on each other. One gut wrenching thing being having to ask where your room was, since you never really had your own room in the kingdom. 

You know Seokjin was thinking the same thing as you. That you never had your own room because once you moved into the castle your spot was always next to him even while sleeping. But even after everything he’s literarily laid at your feet of emotions, you still can’t forgive him. Not yet, anyways. 

It’s only been one day since you've reunited, and you're not letting go of what you promised yourself. And you continued to keep that promise for the days that followed. You stayed at a safe distance since the moment you two shared in the hallway, and kept yourself busy with walking around the castle with Jimin. 

It wasn’t until one night, a week after you've arrived, that you find yourself breaking your promise to yourself once again...

It was a restless night for you. The plaguing dreams of Seokjin and you walking around the castle once when you first entered the kingdom all those year ago resurfacing out of nowhere. You luckily woke up before the dream of a memory got to the part where he kissed and pinned you against a tree that day, and you suddenly felt very thirsty.

You looked around the mauve room, feeling a chill run down your spine as the darkness makes the already dark interior more horror movie-ish. You shake your head, remembering the fact that you’re in a castle full of demons, and that the boogie man or whoever it is that comes out from under kids beds has nothing on your castle companions. 

You get up from the bed, hearing the not very used mattress creak underneath you as you stand. You wonder why that room was even there in the first place, but when you brought it up in front of Jimin, Taehyung felt welcomed to tell you it was made for the kids future wife. If the king never found his soulmate, then most likely he would have to be a part of a loveless marriage and that would be the queens room. Knowing what that room was supposed to be used for, and that it’s you out of all people that get to sleep in it made you feel... honestly, you weren’t sure at this point. 

You do know, however, that you're very thirsty. You walk to your bedroom door, about to roam down to the kitchens only used for human guests since demons didn’t need to eat real food, to get a glass of water. But your thirst disappears once you open the door. 

With the pull of the wooden doors handle, a once sleeping Soekjin falls down with it. Him waking up instantly when his head hits the floor. You stare down at him, wide eyed and baffled that he was sleeping on the floor and against your bedroom door. 

“Seokjin! What are you doing here?” You whisper yell at him even though no one else but you sleeps in this hallway that your room is located at. 

Seokjin blinks up at you, suddenly realizing he’s been caught sleeping outside your room, and then stands up to his full length in the blink of an eye. He smooths out his black leather jacket that he’s still wearing since daytime, and tries to play off what he's been doing everyday since you arrived here as something new. 

“I couldn't sleep.”

You glance around the room like it will have a better answer than the one he just gave you. “So you'd decided the best way for you to sleep was outside my room?”

He nibbles on his bottom lip nervously, and realizes there’s no real better way to explain this situation with anything but the truth. “I sleep better when I'm near you, and-... and I just wanted to be near you.”

His last few words are said in a a whisper, but everything is so quiet right now that you heard everything. Your hand goes slack on the door, and you feel your whole body deflate when looking at a desperate looking Seokjin. A look you’ve been seeing on him a lot lately when he’s trying to get your attention. Attention you've been trying to point at anyone and anywhere but him. 

You sigh, and give into your resolve when the guilt of what you have been doing suddenly hits you. The man told you it hurts him to be away from you, and you’ve been trying to do exactly that. Now, that’s just cruel. So, with another breathe of a sigh and seeing Seokjin’s pouty look, you gesture your arm into the room.

“Just get in here.”

Seokjin smiles brightly when you offer him to come in, but he tries to cover it up right after by coughing into his fist. You try to hold back a smile as you watch him walk into your room, him acting like a smiling doofus about it and failing at covering up his happiness.

Before you could second guess yourself, or even think about how this is going to be incredibly awkward, you get back into bed and under the covers. Not facing Seokjin who’s currently standing on the other side of the bed. You quickly tuck yourself in, pressing the blanket high up to your neck even though your white oversized t-shirt, and blue Mickey Mouse shorts are not even close to anything sexy. You face the opposite wall and hold your breathe to hear what Seokjin is doing next to you.

It takes him a whole minute to move, but when he does you hear what sounds like a movement of clothing—him probably taking off his leather jacket from earlier— and then you feel the bed dip as he gets into bed. It’s complete silence between the two of you now. You could hear a pin drop in this room, but that’s expected when you both are supposed to be going to bed. But after what just transpired, not to mention you have your ex laying were inches away from you, there’s no way you’re going to sleep anytime soon.

Seokjin shifts in his spot in the bed, and you suddenly feel heat radiate against your back. You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping he’ll think you’re asleep, but he already knows your not.

“Y/n,” He whispers close to your ear, and you have to hold back a shiver when you fell his breathe fan your hair. “I know your not sleeping.”

You sigh, opening your eyes, but not turning to face him. “What do you want, Jin?”

He smiles when he hears you hiss out his nickname. Still as feisty as ever. “Can-… can I hold you?”

Can he hold you? Can he hold you. You should scream the answer no. Kick him out for even suggesting such a thing, but instead you say nothing. The silence stretches between you two, and you guess Seokjin took that nonanswer as a yes because then your feeling an arm wrap around your middle.

You stiffen when you feel his strong arm hold you, him resting his chin against your shoulder.

“W-what are you doing?” You know what he’s doing. He’s cuddling you, but what you don’t understand is why?!

Seokjin suddenly sniffs in your hair, and it takes everything in your power not to whimper when he does that. He used to love sniffing up your scent especially in your hair. Although to some that seems so weird, but to you it was always so adorable. Like he loved every part of you so much that he even loved the shampoo you choose to use.

“Nothing,” Seokjin says. But it’s not just a whisper like before. It sounds deeper, alluring even. You try to close your eyes again, but you can’t help yourself and peak downward when his hand starts to rub at your stomach through the shirt.

“Is this, by any chance, my shirt?” You can hear the smile in his voice, and it makes you want to kiss it off. I MEAN SMACK IT OFF! Fuck he’s making this hating him thing so hard right now.

It is his shirt. A shirt you stole from him before you left the castle the first time, but your not going to admit that to him.

“No, it is not your shirt.”

“Oh, really? Then who’s shirt is it?”

You try to think of a good enough answer. You could have just said it was yours and you have a liking of oversized shirts, but because your feeling like being a total bitch tonight for some reason you say something that you know will really get him heated, but at the same time isn’t a total lie.

“An exs.” Seokjin stops rubbing your stomach, and you smirk when you hear him growl close to your ear. “Should probably return it to him, actually. Been awhile since I’ve seen him.”

You feel Seokjin stiffen behind you, and you think he’s totally bought your somewhat-lie. But then he’s breathing out a sigh of relief, and your raising an eyebrow at the wall in confusion.

“It is your exs.”

“Huh?”

“Because it’s mine… trust me, I know my shirts when I see them. Especially since this is the only shirt that went missing after you… left.”

You shut your eyes when you feel yourself getting emotional from how he said the word left. Like it was painful for him to say it in the same sentence, so he had to space it out. Making it seem like you leaving wasn’t real.

“Maybe it is,” You mumble to yourself without even thinking, and even though he says nothing in return you can imagine him smiling behind you right now. It’s a smile you used to cherish so much that you can imagine each one of his straight white teeth in a row.

The silence stretches between the two of you again, and he’s resumed rubbing your stomach. All you can hear now is his breathing close to your ear, and it’s relaxing you to the point you feel your eyes actually slowly shutting to fall asleep. Just when you’re about to close your eyes again, readying the whole sequence of going into dream land, you feel a singular kiss against the back of your neck that has your whole body wide awake again.

You stiffen, and that singular kiss vibrates throughout your whole body. When you don’t say anything or even protest against it, Seokjin kisses the same spot again. Drawing out the press of his lips against you this time. You don’t move, and you don’t say anything. Instead, you shut your eyes and just allow it to happen. It’s been far to long since anyone has kissed you that way, and right now you’re too relaxed to care who it is.

Seokjin continues to press slow kisses against the back of your neck, and when he rounds your neck to kiss the side of it you stretch your neck to give him more access. He smiles during the kiss to the side of your neck when you do this. That you’ve finally just sercombe to letting him love you the way he used to. 

Although, if your memory is correct, when he would kiss you like this it would lead to much more dirty and sensual things. You can’t let him do that. You shouldn’t let him push any further. This is enough freedom for him for tonight so you should really tell him to-

Seokjin slips his hand underneath your shirt at the same time he kisses behind your ear. Him kissing your sweet spot he knows so well at the same time his fingers dance across your stomach has you gasping. He continues to smile as he touches and kisses you, and now you’re practically shaking in his grasp. Your not sure if this is because you’re basically touch starved or if you actually like it, but you even let out a soft moan against closed lips when he nibbles at your ear.

He groans against you ear when he hears the first moan he’s coaxed out of you in two years. Dragging his hand up higher, so it’s right below your breasts on your sternum.

Without removing his face from near your ear, he whispers to you invitingly, “Do you want me to keep going?”

God, fuck, say no! Just do it! Rip off the brand aid and have him get off of you. Be the tough, strong girl you’ve been acting like this past week and get him away from you!

You may have thought all these things more then once, but instead you say in a small voice, “please.”

Seokjin bites his bottom lip, staring down at your restless expression from the side, and then he resumes kissing down your neck. With the slowest of movements you feel his hand that was once resting at your sternum traveling into the valley of your breasts. His wrist making contact with your already hard nipple, and you don’t hold back the breathy moan that comes out of you this time.

After a few more kisses at your neck, and a few other ghostly touches around your breasts, Seokjin removes himself from you entirely. You blink open your eyes and stare at the wall. You’re actually about to protest against him leaving you, but once you look to the side to look at him directly he’s going down your body and straddling your ankles. Yes, ankles. 

His face is right at your now exposed stomach, and he places a soft kiss against the exposed skin. You bite your lips as you watch him cascade both his hands up your stomach and under your shirt again. When his hands finally cups your breasts, you arch your back up into them. Moaning as he pinch’s and press against your nipples with both hands all the while he continues to assault your stomach with kisses.

In between moans and explosions of pleasure, you look down at Seokjin and see his eyes already directed at you. It makes everything you’re already feeling right now ten times worse.

“Fuck, Seokjin!” You cry out when he twists your nipples with his pointer and thumbs. He groans into a kiss against your stomach, moving his face kiss yo your stomach faster then he did before. When his center reaches your leg, you feel his hard cock against your cafe. Now you know the magic word to get him going.

You say his name over and over, each one louder then the last. Just like you’re touched starved for love he’s starved for your whimpers. He ruts against your thigh, and you have to grab onto his shoulders to steady yourself—tilting your head back as you moan out his name again.

“Shit, baby, you sound so pretty. I missed your voice so much. I missed you so much,” You feel tears float down your face, and it’s because you’ve missed him too. You missed being this close to him, and talking to him, and just holding him. You missed all the things only your dreams allowed you to have for two years.

“mmm… I missed you too.”

With one last pull on both your nipples, Seokjin pushes your shirt up until both your breasts are exposed to him. He attaches his mouth to your left nipple. Nibbling and sucking on the bud as his hand pinches and twist the other one. You grab onto his hair—not too hard to pull it, but enough to keep him there. Not like he was actually going to go anyway. His tongue swirls the bud and your arching up into his mouth so he can some how take more of you.

If Seokjin could, he would consume all of you. He’s practically trying to suck your nipples right off your body, and making them feel sensitive to the touch. You’ve always been so sensitive on this part of you, and it just so happens to be his second favorite part of you to touch. His first favorite part being what’s currently extremely damp in between your legs.

“More, Seokjin. Please give me more!”

Your pussy is throbbing by now, and you want more then anything to feel his fingers inside of you… well, there’s one other thing, but you know he would never do that to you. He’s lucky to have you the way he does right now. He can wait a little bit longer to ask you to be his mate, and finally complete what’s been teased over both your heads for far too long.

Seokjin detaches himself from your nipple, smirking up at your fucked out expression. You don’t think there’s been a single time you’ve closed your mouth since he started touching your nipples. Having to lick your lips since they’ve gone dry.

“More? What could I possible do, that’s more?” Seokjin closes in on your lips. Hovering above the one place he has yet to kiss at the same time one of his hands touches your thigh. It’s all a losing battle. Everything with Seokjin against you is making you crumble into the bed, and you honestly forgot what it was like for you to try and hate him.

You never hated him. That’s why. Not for a single second. You were angry, yes. Upset, most definitely. But you never once hated him. Now it’s just a call of if this relationship is right or now, but at the moment you don’t care if it is. You just want him to touch you and kiss you until you pass out from oversensitivity.

So you say, “Anything you want.” And you mean it. You would give him your heart if he asked you right now, and you know he would do the same if his groan from your words means anything.

Seokjin smashes his lips to yours, and what starts out as a small whimper turns into a loud moan against his lips. The hand once on your thigh digging right under your shorts and stroking your clit immediately. As much as you want to enjoy the first taste of his lips you’ve had in two years, the stimulation he’s giving your clit right now is making it hard to focus on anything else.

He eventually does detach himself from your lips, biting his lip right after with wide eyes so he can capture everyone of your faces that you’re making right now.

“So beautiful, y/n. Your so pretty and so fucking hot… I bet your still tight as you used to be.”

You grab onto the bed sheets when his finger starts to slide across your entrance. The tip of his finger almost going in because you’re so wet from all the stimulation he’s been giving you up until now.

“I-I-… I haven’t…” You can’t even say it. But you want too. You want to make sure he knows the truth about what exactly this part of you has been doing the past two years.

“Huh? Couldn’t quite catch that, baby. Looks like you’ll have to say it again.” He’s smiling, and you want to kiss the smile right off of him. That’s right kiss. Forget your incompetence earlier, you want to kiss those plush lips until you can’t breathe anymore.

You swallow, trying and failing not to moan as his thumb starts to rub at your clit now. He’s really not making it easy to talk right now… or breathe… or even think!

“I said… I could n-never—fuck!—I could never find the right size!” You literally screamed your words as his finger finally enters you. All so he can stop again and look at you with a question in his eyes.

“Right size?”

You swallow, face heating up because you know what you’re about to say is either going to embarrass you forever or make Seokjin so hard he’ll cum in his pants.

“I haven’t been with anyone else since you.” Seokjin slowly nods his head in understanding. “But that doesn’t mean I didn’t use… other things to fuck myself with.”

Fuck. You said it. And Seokjin heard every word—understood every word. You were right. He’s hard as a fucking rock to the point he needed to bite his bottom lip so hard it almost bled to not cum. A bunch of images of when you would play with yourself surfaced in his brain. He would stop watching you in the shadows immediately when he realized he came to secretly see you at a time like that, leaving the area altogether, but that didn’t stop him from jerking off into his pillow when he teleported home.

“A-and…” Seokjin coughs into his hand that’s not currently inside you, slowly moving that hand again too. “What would you think about when you fucked yourself?”

You tilt your head back, enjoying the slow pleasure he’s pressing into your walls right now. “That’s just it. I-it was never big enough to be real.” You open your eyes to look at him. “But I always thought of you.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t take the teasing from you any longer. Seokjin smashes his lips against yours again, and it’s like he’s trying to consume you as he does it. Attacking your tongue, biting your lips, not a single part of your lips or mouth was safe from him. And neither was your pussy.

Seokjin slips in a second finger at the same time he moves his legs in between yours. He’s now fully on top of you, and you feel his rock hard cock through his pants against your thigh.

Fuck you want him to fuck you. Fuck but you really shouldn’t. It’s an ongoing battle in your brain as his fingers fuck you so good, and you feel him hump his clothed cock against your leg.

You remember the first time you ever saw it. How you were scared shitless at thinking he would split you in two, but feeling lucky that he didn’t take you that night. It was just the night after that, and every night after that, that you were practically begging him to take you then.

Feeling him in your hands was a different experience. It was something you could never fit your mouth, but in your hands it felt like you controlled the demon on top of you by the literal balls.

So, while you two were still kissing, Seokjin had you clenching around two long curved fingers, and you snaked your hand in between your sandwiched bodies. You grab ahold of him instantly—since he’s not very hard to find—and swallow his gasp that soon turns into a rumbling moan.

Your only touching him through his lose fitted clothes, but Seokjin is so hard right now he thinks he’ll be cumming like a virgin soon enough. “Fuck, I missed your hand on me. Keep touching me, baby.”

You were going to say a sultry gladly, but then you feel his lips on your neck’s sweet spot again and moaned. You stroke his length with earnest. Wanting him to feel as good as he is making you right now. And your “feeling good” is about to hit its ultimate peak when Seokjin pushes another finger inside of you. Stretching you out and making your eyes roll into the back of your head.

You don’t even realize your hand has stopped stroking but still wrapped around him until you feel him start to fuck your hand. Fucking your juicy pussy at the same pace with his fingers.

“Fuck! Seokjin, I’m gonna cum!”

He continues to bite and kiss at your neck, fingering you relentlessly, and fucking himself into your hand as you ride out your earthquaking—no, shattering orgasm. You honestly have no idea how you’ve been able to satisfy yourself up until now because the orgasm that rips through you has you close to passing out.

Seokjin feels you almost collapse underneath him, and he pushes himself to completion. All he needed to do was feel you cum all over his hand, and grab ahold of your breast one last time to push himself there. Still grinding against your hand until his own orgasm ceases.

He slowly peels your hand off of him, and himself off of you. Gently rolling you both over so you’re right up against each other the whole time. You feel lighter then air. Someone could punch you right now and you wouldn’t be able to feel it. You do feel, however, Seokjin’s arms wrap around your middle again and him lay your head against his chest.

Just before you pass out from utter bliss, you feel him kiss your temple, and whisper against forehead,

“And now we have forever, la mia rosa.”

That’s not completely true, however. Because for Seokjin he always had forever for you. A forever love for you, and an endless loving soul to share with you. One that as soon as you give him the okay now, no matter how long it takes, he will tell you everyday what it truly means to be soulmates with a demon…

That he loves you always and forever.

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Part two

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Two vmin commissions I got to do for my dear friends Jule and Francy, based on Jule's fics "Nexilis" and "Time's fool". (link to her AO3)

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Arcade Concessions

After listening to Jimin whine one too many times about needing to get laid—and feeling the need himself—Taehyung sets the two of them up on a double date with two others. However, over the course of the date, the two of them realize that the feelings they thought were unrequited for the other are, in fact, reciprocated, accidentally third-wheeling their dates in the process.

💎 Jimin x Taehyung + side Yoongi & Jungkook

🌷 word count: 14.5k

💎 idiots to lovers, requited unrequited feelings, slash, slight angst, fluff, explicit smut, nsfw, 18+

🌷 warnings: top Taehyung, bottom Jimin, they're idiots but they figure it out eventually, first date, friendly competition, messy feelings, drunk confessions, literally sleeping together, flirting, teasing, use of the word "slut", fairly soft morning sex, eating the booty like groceries, anal sex, i wrote this instead of sleeping.

💎 written for the One Shot, Two Shot Fest!

🌷 thanks to @neoneunnajimin for beta reading, and to by babie elle for helping me come up with the name 💎 posted oct. 2022 | read on ao3 🌷 pov alternates between Jimin & Taehyung

Taehyung: Double date! Tomorrow! Be there or be square!

Jimin stares at his phone and lets out a deep, heavy exhale. Yes, he and his friend Taehyung have been lamenting more frequently about being single. And yes, he may have agreed—after two too many glasses of chardonnay and one too many romcoms—that he was ready to hit the scene and meet new people. 

He may have promised to go along with whatever idea Taehyung had come up with that caused the adorably mischievous glimmer in his eye. But now that he is sober, Jimin feels extremely anxious about the whole ordeal.

Jimin: Yah! We were drunk! I didn't think you'd actually go ahead and set us up with anyone. 

Taehyung: You truly have no faith in me, Jiminah. ☹️ Trust me! The guy you're meeting with is super sweet *and* he's also from Busan!

Jimin: And the guy you're meeting with...does he happen to be super weird *and* also from Daegu.

Taehyung: How did you know?

Jimin: Wait, really?

Taehyung: Tomorrow! 4 PM! The arcade near your apartment! We'll eat and drink and then play some games.

Jimin: Fine. I'll be there.

Taehyung: yayayayay! 😁

Jimin feels nervous as he gives his reflection one more scrutinizing look before deciding he's as ready as he'll ever be. His pastel pink hair is parted nicely, falling over his forehead in perfect swoops, and he wears silver hoop earrings, a plain black tee tucked into tight black jeans, and black chelsea boots. 

The arcade is only a ten-minute walk from Jimin's place, and he leaves with just enough time to get there and not be so late that he seems rude. It's not that he is inconsiderate of other people's time; it has just been a while since Jimin has gone on a date, and he spent too long fussing with various outfits and raising his level of anxiety before settling on something simple yet flattering. 

As much as Jimin enjoys meeting others and going out with friends, there is always a level of presentation to dating that makes him spiral. What if he talks too much about himself? Or not enough? Or what if he is into the other person, but they're not into him—or the other way around? There is always a lot at stake and too much guesswork. It's stressful. 

Jimin makes it to the arcade at 4:02. Taehyung had put a table on reserve for the four of them, so Jimin approaches the apathetic-looking teen behind the front counter and gives her Taehyung's name. She points to a corner table in the back of the adjoined restaurant area, and he finds two men sitting side by side. One has short dark brown hair, and the other has longer dark brown hair, neatly tucked behind his ears. They're looking at the short-haired man's phone discussing something when Jimin arrives, and he feels awkward interrupting them. 

As soon as Jimin approaches and gently sets his hands on the back of an empty chair, both men look up expectantly. Jimin opens his mouth to introduce himself, feeling heat rise to his cheeks when an arm is slung around his shoulder, making him jump. 

"Hey, guys!" Taehyung says from beside Jimin. "Sorry I'm late; I couldn't decide what to wear. Have you all been introduced?"

Jimin turns to the right and finds Taehyung with freshly colored bright blue hair, dressed head to toe in white. He turns and flashes Jimin a bright, rectangular smile that calms some of Jimin's nerves, making him smile back.

"Uh, n-no," Jimin says, turning to the men at the table. "Sorry, I was also late. I—um—couldn't decide what to wear either."

The one with the longer hair grins and says, in a deep, raspy voice, "You two look like cotton candy. How cute."

Taehyung gives Jimin's shoulder a squeeze and says, "I didn't even think of that! Look at us!"

Jimin chuckles, but it is more of an uneasy sound than a fun one. He's not sure why he feels so strange about the comment but reasons that he is just struggling to ease into the whole date situation and that it's probably just his nerves. That, and his unrequited crush on Taehyung is still in the forefront of his mind, even in the presence of a date, which he certainly feels nervous about. Taehyung drops his arm from around Jimin and motions to the one with shorter hair.

"Jeongguk, right?" 

The man nods and stands, holding his hand out to Jimin. "I'm Jeongguk, your date."

"Oh, h-hi, Jeongguk," Jimin mutters, reaching for Jeongguk's hand. He has tattoos that start on his fingers, cover his arm from wrist to bicep, and disappear beneath his sleeve, and Jimin does his best not to stare. He has a few tattoos of his own and is thankful to have something to possibly talk about. 

"I'm Jimin. It's nice to meet you."

Jimin switches places with Taehyung and stands in front of Jeongguk. To his left, Taehyung and the other man introduce themselves, and he learns that the man is named Yoongi. Jimin notices that Jeongguk and Taehyung are about the same height and build, whereas he and Yoongi are similar in height and build. For the risk of making things awkward, he keeps his findings to himself and has a seat. 

"So you're from Busan," Jeongguk says as they settle in. 

Jimin nods and cracks a smile. "Yeah. I moved here when I was sixteen."

"Ah, yeah, I was fourteen," Jeongguk says. "Do you go back often?"

Jimin shrugs. "Not really. I visit family sometimes, but I've been so busy with school and work that I don't make time to go back. How about you?"

"Yeah, same," Jeongguk says. "I would like to visit more, but I don't have much time for it."

Silence falls between them, and already Jimin laments using up that subject to relate on. He supposes he could ask about the area Jeongguk grew up in, but he wonders if it would be weird to discuss someplace he hasn't been to for so long. Luckily, a server comes around and takes their drink order, providing some distraction. 

Jimin only asks for water out of nervousness, but Taehyung and Yoongi ask for a pitcher of beer and two bottles of soju for the table. Jimin isn't opposed to drinking, and he hopes that alcohol will at least aid in calming his nerves some, but he hadn't discussed ahead of time what Jeongguk might want. Luckily, Jeongguk seems to go along with it and nods his head, smiling sweetly. 

Now that Jimin has settled in, he finally gets a good look at his date. Jeongguk's short dark brown hair falls over his forehead, and he has big, curious round dark brown eyes, a nice nose that is prominent without being large, and pretty full lips with a sharp cupid's bow. 

He wears a short-sleeve button-up with a black and multi-colored shirt pattern that looks like tie-dye tiger stripes, unbuttoned with a plain black tee beneath, and he has a small silver hoop in his lip and several silver earrings in his ears. In short, Jeongguk is beautiful and has a pretty cool sense of style.

Beside him, Yoongi is dressed in a simple navy blue sweater with dark hair grown out just below his ears. He wears four small silver hoop earrings and a thin silver chain that disappears beneath his sweater, and he has a beautiful mix of sharp and soft features, with feline eyes, a button nose and nice full lips. Jimin wonders if Taehyung will enjoy kissing those lips and immediately cringes inwardly, wondering why the hell he suddenly thought of that. 

"So, how do you two know each other?" Yoongi asks, looking between Taehyung and Jimin. Jimin turns to Taehyung, who turns to him, and they both stare at one another for a while. Explaining this one might be a bit awkward, but Jimin eases into it.

"We go to the same school," Jimin finally says, turning back to Yoongi and Jeongguk. 

"Are you classmates?" Jeongguk asks.

Jimin shakes his head. "No, I'm a dance student, and he's a fine arts major. We, uh, we met because I was—"

"Nude!" Taehyung blurts out.

Jimin drops his face into his hands, muttering, "Why did you have to say it like that," into his palms.

"Nude?" Yoongi asks with a mirth-lilt to his tone.

Jimin doesn't lift his face from his hands, allowing Taehyung to continue. "Jimin came into my class as a still life model, and he posed nude a few times. I thought he seemed cool so I asked him for his number, and we became friends."

The sound of Yoongi chuckling pulls Jimin's attention. Jimin knows that when he looks at Yoongi, he must be scowling at the poor guy, and Yoongi holds up a hand and shakes his head. 

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh. I think it's really neat that you feel confident posing nude. I just...I'm surprised you two set yourselves up with us and not each other. You seem to have a lot in common."

Jimin and Taehyung scoff in tandem and turn to each other with looks of disbelief. The idea of dating Taehyung is ridiculous, Jimin thinks. Sure, he may be handsome, with angular features, a sharp jaw and a friendly rectangular smile. 

And yes, Jimin may think his various moles are really cute—especially the one in the tear line of his right eye. But Taehyung is...Taehyung. Jimin may have a burning crush, but Taehyung has never shown any indication of liking Jimin like that, and so he keeps it to himself.

Taehyung hopes his cheeks aren't as red as they are warm. He cannot believe he blurted out the word nude like that, putting Jimin on the spot, but his brain went back to Jimin's lithe, muscular body and pink pouty lips, and Taehyung's brain short-circuited. Thankfully, the server returns, providing a distraction.

As the server doles out their drinks and begins taking their orders, Taehyung wonders what he was thinking wearing white. He was so caught up in imagining how angelic the outfit may look, contrasting with his tanned skin and bright blue hair, that he failed to consider what a hazard it may be to eat a greasy burger. 

To make matters more awkward, Yoongi's comment about him and Jimin looking like cotton candy still swims in Taehyung's mind, only made worse by his comment about the two of them having enough in common to date each other. He hadn't thought about that possibility while he was getting his hair done, only that being friends with someone who has a pretty hair color inspired him to have a pretty hair color too. 

Perhaps part of Taehyung wanted to impress Jimin, and yes, maybe a small part of him is disappointed that Jimin hasn't said anything about it. But there is still time, and Taehyung can tell Jimin is pretty nervous, so he thinks maybe he will bring it up later once they've been loosened up by booze, and he can shamelessly fish for compliments.

"Wait," Jimin says, pulling Taehyung out of his thoughts and back into the conversation, "so how do you know these two?"

Taehyung turns to find Jimin looking at him and gets lost for a moment in his soft, dark eyes, then clears his throat and pulls his gaze between the other two men instead. 

"I don't," Taehyung says with a chuckle. "After we were drinking and whining about being single, I sent a text to a couple friends asking if they knew anyone they could set us up with. Namjoon-hyung suggested Yoongi-hyung, and Hoseok-hyung mentioned Jeongguk. There was also some guy Seokjin-hyung suggested, but he seemed...weird."

"Wow," Yoongi says. "And how do you two feel about their choices?"

Taehyung can't help but smile at Yoongi's candor. Though he seems shy at times and a bit reserved, he is also blunt, which is a quality that Taehyung appreciates. Not to mention, he is also very pretty and seems really interesting. Taehyung thinks he could like someone like Yoongi, and he hopes that, for Jimin’s sake, he feels the same about Jeongguk. 

"So far, so good," Taehyung responds with a smile, enjoying the way Yoongi's eyes light up.

"I agree," Jimin says, and Taehyung turns to catch him smiling at Jeongguk. "No complaints, yet."

This makes all of them chuckle, and Taehyung takes the opportunity to grab a bottle of soju in hopes of providing a bit of liquid courage—he can't stop noticing how reserved Jimin is. Jimin is ordinarily a lot more outgoing, even when it comes to meeting new people, and Taehyung is beginning to worry he may have put Jimin in a situation he is not comfortable with. 

Despite becoming fast friends with Jimin, there is still a lot about him that Taehyung hasn't quite figured out. A small part of him had hoped that Jimin would want him to be the one to take him on a date, but when Jimin drunkenly whined, "We need to find someone," Taehyung took the hint and didn't suggest it. 

Taehyung puts on a show of grabbing onto the soju bottle at the base and lid, twisting it around so the lid is upside down, and shaking the bottle. In one swift movement, he cracks the lid open, reorientates his arms so the bottle is right-side up, and removes the cap. 

Everyone oohs, and aahs as Taehyung smugly pours four cups, and then, after they all raise their glasses in a toast, Taehyung promptly brings his glass to his lips and spills the soju on himself, causing everyone at the table to laugh. Jimin slaps the top of the table, falling forward into it, and Yoongi and Jeongguk seem to make failed attempts at holding back their amusement, squeezing their mouths shut while their shoulders bounce. 

"I meant to do that," Taehyung says with a confident grin, causing everyone to laugh even harder, and he gets to work collecting and pouring the next four cups—this time without the fanfare, and everyone settles back into their chairs. 

"What games do you guys want to play after we eat?" Jimin asks.

Taehyung slides a cup of soju to everyone and says, "I like racing games the most. And the fighting games."

"I like those too!" Jimin responds, taking his cup. 

Warmth blooms in Taehyung's chest from Jimin's enthusiastic response, and he can't help but smile at him. Jimin returns the smile, then turns to the others in anticipation of their responses. 

"I like more physical games," Jeongguk says, "like the basketball hoops, or Dance Dance Revolution."

"I'll take you in basketball," Yoongi says smugly, and Jeongguk fist bumps him, solidifying it as a deal. 

The four of them tap their soju cups together and shoot them back, and Taehyung is grateful for Jimin's small burst of initiating conversation. Meanwhile, Yoongi pours everyone a glass of beer. 

"Jiminah, aren't you good at DDR?" Taehyung asks with a grin. "I bet you could take on Jeongguk!"

Jimin chuckles, and an adorable blush rises to his cheeks. "You would think so, but I've actually never been great at rhythm games."

"But you're a dance major," Yoongi teases, passing Jimin a mug of beer while sliding another toward Taehyung. Taehyung takes the cold mug by the handle and lifts it toward Yoongi as a silent thank you, and Yoongi nods to Taehyung as he pours the third glass. 

"Yeah," Jimin chuckles, "and before you ask, yes, I do have rhythm! But standing in place and stomping is quite a bit different from ballet."

"You do ballet?" Jeongguk asks, and Taehyung doesn't miss the way his eyes light up like tiny galaxies. Jimin doesn't miss it either, judging by how much deeper his blush becomes. 

"Ballet and contemporary," Jimin responds somewhat shyly. "Sometimes it's a little more structured, and at other times it's more of a freeform dance style."

Taehyung takes a sip of his beer. It's bitter on his tongue and uncomfortably cold, but he didn't want to be the odd man out with a different drink and agreed to the pitcher, hoping to swallow some of his pride along with the nasty beverage. After one sour sip, he sets it aside.

"Just think of DDR as a contemporary dance," Jeongguk suggests with a smirk.

"Yeah, okay," Jimin says with a fake enthusiastic nod and everyone laughs. 

Burgers come, and the group focuses their attention on their food, only speaking occasionally to groan about how good everything is. For a spot that is known for their games first and food second, they have pretty good burgers, and this tends to be a hotspot for dates on the weekend. Their drink specials definitely help with their popularity. 

Taehyung takes another bitter sip of beer and tries to hold in his scowl as he reaches for the second bottle of soju and gets to work pouring everyone another cup. Beside him, Jimin and Jeongguk begin talking about something while leaning a bit over the table, past half-eaten food, and Taehyung tries his best not to listen in on their conversation. 

"Shouldn't we be on a team against them?" Jimin asks behind a quiet chuckle. 

Jeongguk shakes his head. "Nothing says building a connection with a stranger like healthy competition."

Jimin cannot believe what he's hearing, but he plays along, raising his eyebrows and nodding enthusiastically. If he is being honest, he's not very confident in his arcade game skill, and going up against someone competitive might frustrate him, but he doesn't want to admit that. 

"Wouldn't it make more sense if we were on a team, though?" Jimin presses. "Think about it, Taehyung and I like the same kinds of games, so we'll probably compete with each other. And you and Yoongi-hyung like the same ones, so you'll probably play those together."

"Just admit you're worried I'll beat you and go, Jimin-hyung," Jeongguk teases.

"Maybe a little," Jimin mutters, sitting back with a playful huff. 

Jimin likes Jeongguk. He's pretty, he's soft-spoken, and he seems really easy-going and interested in whatever conversation is happening. There is a puppy dog quality to him that makes Jimin want to reach across the table and scratch behind his ears. 

But he's not sure there is a connection between them. Of course, these things could take time, and Jimin isn't in any rush. He reminds himself to ease into it and be open-minded. If nothing comes from it, at least he tried, and maybe Jeongguk will want to remain friends. 

With the plates empty and the mugs half full, the men decide to chug their drinks and head to the games. Taehyung abandons most of his beer, grumbling that it got warm, and Jimin makes a mental note to get him a whiskey and cola next time he gets something for himself to drink. 

The sights and sounds of the arcade floor hit Jimin the moment he steps from the brightly lit restaurant to the dimly lit game room. Blinking lights and a chorus of chiptune tracks on top of the hazy beginnings of intoxication make walking into the space a bit disorienting at first, and Jimin finds himself crowding Taehyung's personal bubble as the four of them gravitate to a machine that exchanges notes for coins. 

Jimin had thought about this ahead of time and pulls out some money from his wallet to feed into the machine. What he hadn't thought about, however, was storing the handfuls of coins, which he begins unceremoniously shoving into his pockets. At least he is not alone and catches a glimpse of the others doing the same. Without considering who his date is for the evening, he hops back over to Taehyung. 

"What should we do first?" Jimin asks.

"Well, I am going to kick Jeongguk's ass at basketball," Yoongi announces from behind them, "so if you want to get whooped by Taehyung in Mortal Kombat or something, we can tally our scores and figure out what's next?"

“And what are we fighting for anyway, hyung?” Taehyung asks.

Yoongi tugs his lips into a devious smirk and says, “Honor,” making everyone laugh. Then, he adds, “So watch yourselves, Busan boys.”

Jimin doesn't mind the friendly competition or the way Yoongi treats him as if he is on the losing team, but he looks over his shoulder with a glare and sticks his tongue out anyway. Yoongi giggles, baring his teeth and gums in a wide, pretty smile, and Jimin turns back to scope out the machines. 

"Ooh, how about Mario Kart?" Jimin suggests, feeling excitement bubble in his chest. 

"Sure!" Taehyung responds, and they head toward the game.

Jimin takes the left seat and Taehyung takes the right, and they dig into their pockets for coins to insert. In this particular game, a camera takes a picture of the player’s face to stick onto their character, and Jimin pouts cutely and waits for his photo to pop up onto the screen. Beside him, Taehyung laughs, and Jimin looks to his screen to find that Taehyung also made a pouting face with his bottom lip jutting out. 

"You copied me," Jimin chides, which is met by Taehyung muttering, "You wish."

They move to the character selection screen, and Jimin picks Rosalina and begins to customize his cart to have the perfect balance of speed and stability. He glances to the screen beside his to find Taehyung outfitting a car for Tanooki Mario. 

"Rosalina is too heavy," Taehyung teases.

"You're too heavy," Jimin bites back, selecting a cart with a slightly higher handling stat. 

Taehyung suggests the Mario Cup, and Jimin agrees with a hum and a nod. Then, Jimin sits forward in his hard plastic chair, grips onto his steering wheel, and lets out a deep breath as the camera pans across the Splash Circuit. 

And then they are off. Taehyung takes the lead quickly, and Jimin huffs as characters barrel into him and throws him off course. But then Jimin adjusts to the controls and eases into the game, picking up items and throwing them with enough conviction to get ahead. 

It's not long before Jimin is in third place, teasing Taehyung that he is about to catch up. They alternate between first and second, and it looks as if Jimin is going to win, but then Taehyung hits a coin and accelerates through the finish line, throwing his hands in the air with a pleasant shout.

Jimin is all smiles, and although he wishes he had won, he thought it was a fair fight and that he did well, all things considered. Taehyung does not rub his win in Jimin's face, and as the camera pans over Tropical Coast, Jimin grips his steering wheel and readies himself for more. 

This time, Jimin takes the lead quickly and leaves Taehyung in the dust. A blue shell threatens to ruin everything, and Jimin feels his frustration rise at the computer players, but he quickly recovers and shoots back as many bananas as possible, reveling in the occasional groan of Taehyung when he barrels into one. There is no back and forth this time. Instead, Taehyung gets set back and comes in at fifth place. Overall, Jimin receives more points and is crowned the winner.

Despite not being a sore loser in round one, Jimin is a smug winner, and he turns to stick his tongue out and tease Taehyung. A pretty red blush tints Taehyung's neck and cheeks and he pouts, emulating his photo on the screen.

"Again?" Taehyung suggests.

Jimin does want to play again, but he would also like to be a bit more intoxicated and loosened up, so he nods and says, "Want a drink first? I can get us something."

"Sure," Taehyung responds. "I'll see how the boys are doing and we'll meet back here?"

Warmth fills Jimin's chest as he says, "Sounds good."

Taehyung leaves the hard plastic seat and glances around before finding the other two in the far corner, tossing basketballs into hoops. The arcade is fairly empty, with a few people playing games here and there, and Yoongi's voice carries across the space as two pale fists fly into the air. 

"Told you nobody can beat me," Yoongi rasps with a cocky smirk as Taehyung approaches.

Jeongguk digs into his pocket for more coins and immediately begins the next round, pausing for Yoongi to follow suit. With a chuckle and a shake of his head, Yoongi begins to insert coins on his side. 

"I guess it's one and one," Taehyung mutters, making the others turn to look at him while the basketballs are released from the top of the cabinet and fall into reach.

"I take it you lost?" Jeongguk responds with a satisfied grin.

"Psh, barely," Taehyung responds, feeling his cheeks warm. "We were neck and neck the whole time; Jimin got lucky."

"Ah huh," Jeongguk responds, "sure he did."

Taehyung watches as Yoongi and Jeongguk toss balls into and around their baskets but quickly grows bored. The scores are nearly identical the entire time, and although it could be exciting to wait around and see who pulls forward, Taehyung is more interested in getting back to another game with Jimin. 

And, speak of the devil, a pink tuft of hair bobs just above some cabinets near where they were playing before. Taehyung gives Yoongi a light pat on the shoulder and mutters, "You got this, Daegu!" before heading back toward the Mario Kart games.

"It appears our teams are...tied..." Taehyung begins, trailing off as he notices two glasses of brown liquid in Jimin's hands. He cocks his head at his friend and swallows a lump that rises to his throat as Jimin smiles. Without having to ask, Taehyung knows it's a whiskey and cola. 

"They might not know that you hate beer, but I do," Jimin says with a grin, handing Taehyung a cold glass. "And besides, if we're going to be drinking all those calories, it may as well taste good, right?"

The gesture of getting something that Taehyung likes, for both of them, is small, but it makes Taehyung giddy—Jimin is always so thoughtful. Taehyung takes a sip, and the initial shock of how sweet yet boozy the drink tastes settles, both cooling Taehyung's tongue and warming his chest. 

Jimin shifts on his feet, nibbling on the small paper straw in his drink, and with a smile that seems nervous, asks, "Do you want to play again?"

Unsure how to translate Jimin's sudden change in demeanor, Taehyung shrugs. "I do if you want to, but we don't have to. We can see what else there is."

Jimin shakes his head, and a small smile blooms on his lips. "I would like to play again," he says softly and takes his seat.

Taehyung follows suit and sits in the same chair as before, takes a sip of his drink, and places his glass into a drink holder to the right of the steering wheel. The game hasn't reset, so rather than take another photo and set up their characters again, they select the Don-chan cup with their same pouty characters and begin their race.

Playing with Jimin is a breeze. He seems competitive without taking it too seriously, though he does pout adorably when he loses and gives a cute, arrogant jut of his chin when he wins. Taehyung is torn between wanting to make Jimin lose and wanting to let him win, unsure which expression he likes more. 

They play several intense games, and, in the end, Taehyung wins. He lucks out by Jimin falling enough behind in one round that he was able to make up for lost points from his fifth-place loss earlier. 

Both Taehyung and Jimin loudly slurp the last of their drinks from their glasses and stand with haphazard giggles out of the chairs. Taehyung does not feel drunk—far from it. But he feels light and giddy and excited to get another drink and find out what Jimin wants to play next.

At the bar, Taehyung gets a whiskey and cola, and Jimin asks for water, muttering, "You know I'm a lightweight," and Taehyung gives him a teasing poke in the ribs but doesn't chide him further. 

A glance around the arcade shows Yoongi and Jeongguk still at the basketball hoops, so Taehyung suggests they make their way to a fighting game. He does not anticipate playing with the others soon.

Taehyung could have anticipated it, however, because as soon as they put their coins into a game and select their characters, Yoongi and Jeongguk arrive, panting and covered in sweat. Yoongi leans onto the game cabinet with his elbow against it, and a sharp but pleasant musk comes from him. 

"You winning, son?" Yoongi mutters playfully.

Taehyung resists the urge to respond, "Yes, daddy," in part because he is losing but also because he is not sure he is ready to call Yoongi any nicknames with sexual undertones, despite feeling tipsy enough to be in a flirty headspace. He is also a little surprised that someone like Yoongi is quoting a meme at him.

Taehyung likes Yoongi. There is a calm nature about him that puts Taehyung at ease, and he is very easy on the eyes. But he is not sure he feels any sort of connection with him. Which is fine, Taehyung tells himself. These things can take time, and at the very least, maybe Yoongi will want to remain friends. 

Lost in thought, Taehyung forgets Yoongi ever said anything to him and continues to play. Then, moments later, it occurs to him that Yoongi asked him a question, and he glances quickly, humming in question. 

"Never mind," Yoongi responds with a chuckle. 

To his right, Jeongguk is muttering in quick succession the buttons Jimin should be hitting in order to beat Taehyung. The gesture is nice in theory, but it messes him up, and in the end, he just mashes buttons, hoping for the best. As far as Jimin is concerned, most games are based on luck, not skill, and those who claim to understand them are just lying to themselves and everyone else around them.

Luck must be on Jimin's side, however, because he's wiping the floor with Taehyung. With a few more random mashes of the multi-colored buttons under his fingers, Jimin gets a fatality, and his character rips the spine clear out of Taehyung's character while pixelated blood flies at the screen. 

"Ah, better luck next time, Daegu," Yoongi mutters, and Jimin turns to find Yoongi rubbing a soothing circle on Taehyung's shoulder. 

Jimin feels a tinge of something hit him in the gut and looks away. To his right, Jeongguk is wiggling around in a happy dance, which Jimin thinks is cute. 

Jeongguk's pants are tight, accentuating nice muscular thighs and calves, and he wears chunky black sneakers, further elongating his legs. A good choice, Jimin thinks. So maybe he doesn't feel an emotional attraction to Jeongguk; his physical appearance more than makes up for it, Jimin thinks. And the night is still young. 

"Team vs team DDR?" Jeongguk suggests with a glimmer in his eye. "Yoongi-hyung and I will get more drinks if you want to whoop him once more to even out our scores."

Jimin chuckles and turns to find Taehyung pouting petulantly, before responding, "Sounds good, we'll meet you over there!"

"What are you two drinking?" Yoongi asks. 

"Whiskey and cola," Taehyung mutters, followed by a drawl of "Thank you, hyung," that's laced with so much sweetness, it nearly makes Jimin feel sick. 

Luck is on Taehyung's side for the next round of fighting, but Jimin comes close. He thinks he may have even figured out a decent pattern for mashing his buttons to execute combo moves, but he also does not want to play another round despite the others taking longer at the bar, so he leans against the cabinet and runs a hand through his hair.

"What do you think?" Taehyung asks. 

Jimin turns to find Taehyung leaning against the game cabinet with a glassy look to his eyes. He is so pretty and Jimin wants to tangle his fingers in his freshly dyed blue hair. 

"About what?" Jimin asks, distracted by Taehyung's beauty.

Taehyung chuckles and says, "Jeongguk," with raised eyebrows. 

Ah, right. Jeongguk. Jimin feels himself flush and finds he has to look away from Taehyung's face. "He's nice. I don't know."

"You don't know?" Taehyung asks, voice low and suggestive, making a chill run down Jimin's spine.

Jimin shakes his head. "I don't know."

Nervousness shivers through Jimin and makes his hands feel clammy. It's not as if he is uncomfortable talking about Jeongguk; he just doesn't want to talk about him with Taehyung. Jimin looks back at Taehyung to find him gazing at him as if lost in thought, and he considers smacking him on the chest and scolding him for staring, but Jeongguk's voice breaks him from his thoughts. 

"You guys ready?"

Jimin spins quickly on his heels and makes his way toward Jeongguk, accepting a whiskey and cola that Jeongguk is holding for him, and follows him to the Dance Dance Revolution machine. Behind him, Taehyung mutters something to Yoongi, and Jimin does his best not to eavesdrop. He is definitely not ready to play this stupid game, especially with all the alcohol in his system that is suddenly beginning to hit him, but anything is better than standing defenselessly and letting Taehyung stare at him the way he had been. 

As Yoongi hands Taehyung his drink, he notices that Yoongi's beverage differs from the other three. Rather than a whiskey and cola, it appears to be straight whiskey. 

"Too fancy for cola?" Taehyung teases. 

"I don't care for the sugar," Yoongi responds. "I already get hungover from the alcohol, and the sugar makes it worse."

Taehyung hums and nods. He supposes sugar could make the headache worse in the morning, but he is also not entirely sure how it all works, and he doesn't care enough to ask for more information on the subject. If Yoongi is comfortable with drinking whiskey straight like an uncle, Taehyung thinks that it's his own business. 

"Alright," Jeongguk announces, and Taehyung's vision snaps up to find Jeongguk standing with his arm around Jimin's waist. Jeongguk's hand fits nicely above Jimin's hip, and Taehyung tears his eyes away, feeling nausea rise. 

Jeongguk continues, "Are we ready to play? Jimin-hyung versus Taehyung-hyung on one machine and myself versus Yoongi-hyung on the other. The battle of Busan and Daegu."

Jeongguk's eyes shimmer and he smiles widely, and Taehyung feels ashamed of himself for his momentary lapse in judgment. He is the one who set Jimin and Jeongguk up, after all; he has no reason to find the two of them together nauseating. Perhaps all the alcohol mixed with soda is to blame, Taehyung reasons, suddenly convinced that sugar is the cause for all of his problems. Maybe he just needs some water next time.

Yoongi wraps his arm around Taehyung's shoulders, and Taehyung startles but leans into the touch, afraid to make Yoongi think his affection is unwanted. In fact, his touch is comforting and warm, and Taehyung wishes he could keep Yoongi's arm slung around him rather than having to play this silly rhythm game.

With an encouraging squeeze to Taehyung's upper arm, Yoongi grumbles, "We got this! Let's kick their asses!" Then he drops his hand away, and they approach the machines. 

They get into place, Yoongi and Jeongguk together on the left and Taehyung and Jimin together on the right. Then they insert coins and begin to select their songs. Now that Jimin is by his side, Taehyung begins to feel a little more excited about the game as he looks through the songs. 

"To make this fair, should we all do the same song?" Jeongguk suggests, and they all shrug and hum in agreement. 

Yoongi challenges Jeongguk to a game of scissors, rock, paper and wins, and then he chooses some techno rendition of a familiar classical song. Everyone takes one last swig of their drink and sets their glasses into cup holders near the screens, then get into position on the big floor pad to shake out their limbs and hands. 

The whole thing is a disaster. Jeongguk is the only one of the four of them who seems to be remotely good at this game, holding onto the bar behind him as his feet stomp across each arrow. Meanwhile, Taehyung and Jimin simply flail around and shout. Taehyung can't see how Yoongi is doing, but judging from the yelling and swearing, he assumes he's not doing much better.

The moment the song concludes, Jimin flings himself against Taehyung's side, and Taehyung stumbles to catch him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. 

"This is terrible!" Jimin shouts as he buries his face against Taehyung's bicep. Then, suddenly, Jimin looks up with a surprised expression and straightens out. 

"S-sorry," Jimin mutters, and Taehyung shakes his head, still hovering his arm around Jimin's back and gently touching him. He feels light and happy and gives Jimin a soft smile.

"No sweat," Taehyung responds. "That was a pretty harrowing experience."

"You guys will get it," Jeongguk says encouragingly as he stomps through the list of songs, looking for one to choose. He decides on some techno Ariana Grande mix, causing everyone in the group to groan, and they follow suit and select the song. 

The second round is just as bad, and Yoongi winds up stomping away from his machine while shouting before it's over. Taehyung gets distracted by the outburst and begins to laugh, which pulls Jimin's attention and causes him to mess up and begin to shout with frustration. Jeongguk is, once again, the only one who seems to be able to play the game.

Once the song ends, Jimin spins toward Taehyung with his face in his hands, groaning something unintelligible. Taehyung holds his arms out in case Jimin flings himself against him once more, but to Taehyung's disappointment, he never does. 

Yoongi shakes his head and downs the rest of his drink—a move that, admittedly, Taehyung finds very attractive—and then makes his way toward the bar, muttering that he needs another. Taehyung decides he would like to spend some alone time with Yoongi and grabs his glass, drinks a fair amount of its contents through the small paper straw and follows him.

"Hyung," Taehyung calls as he picks up his pace. Yoongi stops in his tracks and turns with a smile that makes Taehyung's tummy swoop, and he waits for Taehyung to catch up.

As he approaches, Yoongi reaches an arm toward Taehyung, and Taehyung does the same, wrapping his around Yoongi's shoulders while Yoongi's goes around his ribs. Being in close proximity to Yoongi is nice, and Taehyung thinks about how it would probably feel the same if he were in this position with Jimin.

"Some alone time with my date," Yoongi mutters. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Taehyung chuckles. "Yeah, I suppose we haven't seen each other much. Maybe an arcade wasn't the best idea."

Yoongi shrugs and drops his arm from around Taehyung. They approach the bar, and Taehyung slowly lets his arm fall away as they sit on stools and slightly rotate toward each other. Taehyung slurps the rest of his drink and sets his glass down, then turns to find Yoongi watching him. 

"Can I ask you something?" Yoongi prompts, and Taehyung nods and hums. Yoongi continues with a cock of his head. "You and Jimin seem really close. Are you sure there's nothing there?"

Taehyung scoffs but hesitates. He shakes his head, swallowing down a myriad of emotions that he does not have the energy to sort. 

"Jimin..." Taehyung begins, then swallows a lump and continues. "I don't know; he just never seemed interested. I m-mean, not that I'm—I don't know. We're just not—"

Yoongi chuckles and raises a hand to Taehyung's shoulder, rubbing him in soothing circles. "Are you sure? It's okay, man; no hard feelings or anything. I'm having fun being here and getting to know all of you, regardless."

Yoongi's words are nice, and they are appreciated, but it is not what Taehyung wants to hear. Regardless of Yoongi's blessing, Taehyung has unrequited feelings. And now that Yoongi has a glimpse of Taehyung's heart, he imagines he will just call the date a wash and leave Taehyung empty-handed. 

What a joke, Taehyung thinks. 

Out of curiosity, Taehyung spares a glance in the direction of the Dance Dance Revolution machines and finds Jimin playing what appears to be a much easier level while Jeongguk stands to the side, coaching him with his big, pretty smile and round, attentive eyes. 

Jimin must do well because he jumps around in joy and falls into Jeongguk's chest, wrapping his arms around his neck. Taehyung turns and swallows down more nausea, deciding that he has seen enough. 

"Something tells me you could use a shot," Yoongi grumbles, and Taehyung nods emphatically.

Yoongi orders them a shot of whiskey that nearly knocks Taehyung clear out of his shoes. How Yoongi drinks something like that straight is completely beyond him. 

But Taehyung does a second shot for good measure, and all at once, the whiskey hits him fast. It's as if everything he had been drinking until this point has finally caught up to him, and all he can do is hold on tight and enjoy the ride. 

Taehyung considers demanding a third shot, throwing caution and misery to the wind, when Jeongguk appears beside them, alone. He worries his bottom lip, and Taehyung glances around, looking for Jimin. 

"I think…" Jeongguk trails off, scratching the back of his head. "I don't know. I may have said something to offend Jimin, and he went running off to the bathroom."

Jeongguk's words take a moment to settle over Taehyung, and then he springs into action and slides off his barstool. The room spins around him, and he stands still a moment to get his bearings, wondering once more how in the hell Yoongi can drink like this.

"I got him," Taehyung mutters, sounding far more sober than he feels, and Jeongguk nods gratefully. 

Taehyung glances around the space slowly, orienting himself and trying to figure out where the damned bathroom is hiding. Then he spots the signs with the stick people on them and heads in that direction. 

Putting one foot in front of the other is a task at first, but Taehyung adjusts to his intoxicated state quickly and takes measured steps. He doesn't have time to sort out which door to go through before Jimin is barreling out with his hair somewhat mussed as if he had just been tugging at it. 

"Oh, good!" Jimin says as he wraps his arm around Taehyung's bicep and tugs him away, toward the arcade. "I want to talk to you."

Jimin glances over to the bar to find Yoongi and Jeongguk talking and sighs with relief but feels terrible about the whole thing. Jeongguk is so sweet and kind, and Jimin freaked out the second he got too close, and he ran away. To make matters worse, Jimin can't stop thinking about it. 

"How did I get so lucky to be matched with someone as pretty and sweet as you are?" Jeongguk told him right before he ran off, beside the loud arcade machines, with stars in his eyes. 

He looked as if he wanted to kiss Jimin and then slowly brought his hand up to gently caress his cheek with the backs of his fingers, and rather than stop Jeongguk gently and apologize for not reciprocating his feelings, Jimin had simply blurted, "Sorry, excuse me!" and ran off to the restroom like a child. 

And now here he is, dragging a very intoxicated Taehyung into a photo booth along the wall of the arcade. Jimin groans as Taehyung stumbles, and he wonders what the hell happened in the short time they were separated. 

"In here," Jimin grumbles as he pulls the red faux velvet curtain aside and pushes against Taehyung's hips. 

Taehyung sits a little too hard on the white plastic bench, exhaling a deep, "Oomph!" and Jimin fights the urge to laugh. 

"Go!" Jimin exclaims, shoving at Taehyung's shoulders. "Scoot!"

"Patience, my adorable friend," Taehyung mutters as he places his palms onto the seat and slides in, leaning against the wall. "You're always in such a rush; just enjoy your surroundings."

"Yeah, okay," Jimin responds under his breath, deciding not to try to figure out what on earth Taehyung is talking about. 

Silence settles over them, save for a high-pitched tune that plays from the booth encouraging patrons to insert coins and pose for the camera. Jimin attempts to gather his thoughts, but he is on the outskirts of feeling drunk, and Taehyung seems absolutely gone. 

"Y-you wanted to talk?" Taehyung grumbles as he slings his arm roughly over Jimin's shoulder. 

"Nah," Jimin says, feeling sadness bubble in his throat. "Just wanted to take some photos with my new best friend."

Taehyung lets out an exaggerated "Pfft!" and sits up as if he is reluctantly getting ready to take photos purely for Jimin's sake. Jimin digs into his pocket for a handful of coins and begins to insert them. 

The machine prompts them to hold up peace signs, and Taehyung half-heartedly obliges. Jimin grins widely, showing his teeth, and as the camera flashes, he hopes his eyes don't look as sad as he feels. This whole evening feels like a bust, especially with Taehyung getting so drunk that Jimin once again doesn't feel comfortable with confessing his feelings. 

The chipper machine voice directs them to make finger hearts, and Jimin does so, tilting his head toward Taehyung. Jimin is about to scold him for not paying attention when Taehyung mutters, "That's not what I want."

Jimin looks into the camera and smiles in time for it to flash, then turns to Taehyung with a confused hum. Taehyung sighs and rests his head against the wall, worrying his lip between his teeth. 

"What don't you want?" Jimin asks softly, afraid for Taehyung's response. 

"I don't want to be your friend," Taehyung whines softly, scrunching up his face as if he anticipates something painful to follow his words. He lifts his head and looks at Jimin with all the conviction of a man who is willing himself to become sober again, but he doesn't say anything more. 

"What do you m—" the camera flashes again, ripping Jimin from his thoughts and leaving him feeling conflicted as he blinks away white and black spots that cloud his vision. Taehyung apparently no longer wants to be his friend, and Jimin's head spins as he attempts to sort out why. 

The urge to cry overwhelms Jimin, but Taehyung's warm, comforting hand softly grips onto his knee, and Jimin returns from his spiral to find Taehyung smiling so sweetly at him. 

"I want to be more than that," Taehyung says softly. "I love you, Jimin."

Jimin's mouth falls open, tears blur his vision, and another bright flash of the camera fills the space, capturing a moment that Jimin struggles to comprehend. 

Taehyung grins, a crooked, mischievous expression and groans, "I confessed to you; are you gonna kiss me or what?"

A chuckle rocks through Jimin, and he shakes his head and wipes away the tears that managed to escape. 

"No, you dummy," Jimin responds with soft laughter. "You're too drunk for me to kiss." 

Taehyung drops his face into his hands and lets out a strained whine. "You're right," he mutters. 

"We should get you home," Jimin suggests softly, forcing another whine from Taehyung's throat. 

Taehyung wraps his arms around Jimin, leaning against him suddenly, and Jimin struggles to accommodate, lifting his arms in the small space and doing his best to reciprocate whatever is going on. 

"Don't want to leave you," Taehyung mutters.

"Can you walk?"

Taehyung groans and nods his head slowly.

"Alright," Jimin says, attempting to push Taehyung back into a seated position. "I'll walk you back to mine and put you to bed. But no funny business!"

"Okay," comes out meekly, and Jimin swoons for a split moment before deciding he is tired of sitting in the photo booth and shoving Taehyung up and away. He is suddenly exhausted, and he wants to end this chaotic date, get Taehyung settled, and put this day behind him. 

Jimin manages to get Taehyung's arm off his shoulders, and he slides out of the photo booth, nearly getting tangled in the curtain as he shoves it open. He stands and has to pause a moment to get his bearings, then he remembers the pictures they took and grabs the photo slips out of the retrieval slot, glancing just long enough to verify that they are his before sliding them into his back pocket. 

With a cacophony of grunts and groans, Taehyung makes his way out of the booth and stumbles into a standing position. Jimin is about to take Taehyung by the arm and lead him to the exit when he remembers there were two other men with them. 

Guilt pools in Jimin's tummy as he turns to find Yoongi and Jeongguk, who still sit at the bar, facing one another with fresh drinks beside them. He takes a deep, calming breath and does his best to deliver a silent but confident pep talk to himself. 

Jimin hates having to turn anyone down but especially laments having to let down someone as kind and handsome as Jeongguk. He doesn't want to think of the way Jeongguk's pretty, wide eyes will downturn in disappointment along with the edges of his perfect lips, but alas, Jimin needs to do what he needs to do—finally ready to admit that his foolish little heart belongs to another. 

The chorus of chiptune songs does nothing to calm Jimin as he attempts to steel himself. He takes one more reassuring inhale, and in that moment, Yoongi reaches a slow, gentle hand and caresses Jeongguk's thigh, giving it a soft squeeze before resting it there. Jeongguk smiles softly, scrunching his nose and lips, and the gaze the two of them share is nothing short of infatuating. 

Jimin's breath huffs out in surprise, and he cannot hold back his smile. Perhaps nobody will be disappointed tonight, after all, he thinks.

"Let's go let the others know we're leaving," Jimin says, turning his head toward Taehyung, who seems to be holding himself up well.

Jimin takes Taehyung by the hand, lacing their fingers together, and leads him toward the bar. They get a few feet away when Yoongi notices them, and first, his hand lifts quickly from Jeongguk's knee, but then his eyes fall to Jimin holding Taehyung's hand, and with a smirk, Yoongi places his hand back down.

"I see tonight isn't turning out how anyone anticipated," Yoongi mutters, looking between Jimin and Taehyung. 

"I guess not," Jimin responds, dramatically wiggling his eyes between Yoongi and Jeongguk as he chuckles. Then he turns his attention to Jeongguk. "What a relief. I was so scared of having to turn you down. Hence running away, god, that was so childish; I'm so sorry, Jeongguk."

Jeongguk shakes his head and smiles. "I was disappointed at first, but only because I thought I said something that upset you. But Yoongi-hyung mentioned Taehyung more or less confessed his feelings for you, and we put two and two together when you disappeared for a while." 

"I can't believe you made us third-wheels on our own date," Yoongi chides, and Jimin cringes. 

"So you two..." Taehyung says, trailing off. 

Blush rises to Jeongguk's cheeks, and Yoongi gives him an assuring glance before responding. "Yeah, we got to chatting and decided that if you two weren't coming back, we'd make the most of it. We actually have quite a bit in common."

Jimin laughs and squeezes Taehyung's hand. "I'm glad. And we'll remain friends, yeah? You guys were so much fun! Next time we'll have a proper double date with the correct pairs."

Yoongi and Jeongguk laugh, and Jimin delights in how their shoulders rise and fall similarly. "Sure thing," Jeongguk says at the same time Yoongi rasps, "Sounds like a plan."

"Alright," Jimin announces, shifting tiredly in place. "I'm going to get this one a tall glass of water and some cozy pajamas. Get home safe, you two!"

Yoongi and Jeongguk stand, and everyone exchanges hugs, then Jimin tugs Taehyung toward the exit. The cool night air hits him, but not uncomfortably. In fact, the light breeze in his hair feels nice. Most of the ten-minute walk back to Jimin's place is silent, with mindless grumbles about interesting storefronts and restaurants that smell good. 

Once they get to Jimin's apartment, Taehyung becomes especially clingy, draping himself over Jimin as he struggles to retrieve the key to his building. In the hallway, Jimin stumbles with Taehyung's arms cloaked over his shoulder, and he grumbles with annoyance despite doing absolutely nothing to move him because Taehyung smells fresh like a spring day, and a little like home. 

"I'll find you a toothbrush and pajamas," Jimin mutters as he punches in his door code. 

Jimin keeps the living room light off and forces Taehyung to stand on his own as he kicks out of his shoes and pads through the living room and into his hallway to flip on a dimmer, much more inviting light. He watches with amusement as Taehyung struggles to kick out of his white sneakers and nearly topples into the back of Jimin's couch but sorts himself out and leans back against the wall. 

Then, Jimin goes into the bathroom to find his pack of fresh toothbrushes and sets one on the counter before opening his above-sink cabinet and grabbing his own. It doesn't take long for Taehyung to join him, and Jimin takes a step to the right to give him space. He tries his best to ignore the rush of emotions over how domestic the moment in front of the small bathroom mirror is, and he takes handfuls of tap water to swish around his mouth and spit into the sink before replacing his toothbrush in the cabinet.

"I'll get you some water," Jimin offers, attempting to walk around Taehyung, but Taehyung twists, standing in the way. 

With the toothbrush lodged in his cheek and spit-filled white paste running down his lip, Taehyung sputters, "After this, will you kiss me? I smell good."

Jimin's pulse quickens, and he chuckles, shaking his head. "You're still too drunk, silly."

With a sigh, Taehyung turns back to the sink and spits out the toothpaste. "Unfair," he mutters. 

"You did this to yourself," Jimin teases as he leaves the room.

On his way toward the kitchen, Jimin hears Taehyung whine, "Yoongi-hyung got me this drunk."

"Conveniently blaming someone who isn't here, hmm?" Jimin calls as he fetches a clean glass from his sink-side rack and fills it with water.

Jimin returns to find the bathroom empty, and he makes his way down the short hallway to his bedroom. Taehyung is seated on the edge of Jimin's bed, looking like an apparition in the dark, and Jimin laughs to himself as he crosses his bedroom, flips on his bedside lamp and sets down the glass of water.

"I'll grab you something to wear," Jimin says as he turns to walk to his dresser, but strong arms wrap around his torso and tug him back, causing him to stumble and fall haphazardly against Taehyung's lap. 

"You didn't compliment my hair," Taehyung pouts pathetically, and Jimin chuckles, turning his head in an attempt to face him. 

"You're right, and I'm sorry,” Jimin responds sweetly. “Your hair looks beautiful, Tae. It suits you."

Taehyung's eyes sparkle as he asks, "Really?" making Jimin laugh a little harder. 

"Yes, really. Of course, really. Anything would look pretty on you, Tae; you're breathtaking. Now let's get ready for bed."

"Just wanna hold you," Taehyung grumbles. "I confessed and now all I want to do is love you and hear you call me pretty."

Jimin's cheeks burn red hot as he makes a feeble attempt to pull away. "Let me get us pajamas, and you can hold me while we fall asleep."

Taehyung lets out a long, contemplative hum, then squeezes Jimin tight before opening his arms wide as if releasing a pet into the wild to be free. Jimin fumbles back to his feet, still feeling somewhat intoxicated—both by the alcohol and by the sudden turn of events—then makes his way to his dresser to find two matching sets of pajamas. One is blue with little white clouds, and the other is pink and white stripes, and Jimin giggles at the coincidence and chucks the pink pair at Taehyung. 

Jimin strips where he is, pulling his shirt over his head and discarding it to the side. Taehyung has seen him model nude, after all, so what does he have to hide? He does, however, turn to give Taehyung privacy as he shrugs into the top and begins to button it, noticing the rustling of fabric that indicates Taehyung is changing. 

"Let me know when you're done," Jimin says as he pulls the photo strips from his pocket and sets them on his dresser. He undoes his pants, wiggles them to the floor and steps out of the denim and into the flannel. 

"I, uh...it doesn't fit," Taehyung grumbles. "You're too small."

Jimin rolls his eyes and turns with a sneer, ready to give Taehyung a piece of his mind. "Maybe you're t-too b-big—"

The temperature of the air rises rapidly as Jimin takes in golden skin, muscular arms and chest, and a somewhat toned, soft tummy. He drops his gaze to the floor as his cheeks flush with warmth and notices the pink and white striped pants stopping above Taehyung's ankles. 

"Sorry, Jiminah," Taehyung says in a tone dripping with anything but apologetic undertones as his feet step closer. "Guess I have to sleep topless."

Jimin spins quickly on the balls of his feet, muttering, "I have a tee shirt you can wear!" but Taehyung stops him by grabbing onto one of his wrists and pulling him close. Jimin fumbles against Taehyung and turns to look at him, feeling shocked by his behavior and finds Taehyung looking back with a pointed gaze. 

"Come to bed," Taehyung says softly, voice dropped so low it gives Jimin a chill. Taehyung tugs him towards his bed and says, "I'll drink the water you brought me, and in the morning when I'm sober, I'll ask for that kiss again."

"Okay," Jimin all but whispers, feeling dizzy from the pounding of his heart. 

Taehyung continues to hold onto Jimin as he sits on the edge of the bed, only letting go to scoot toward the middle and wiggle under the cover. Jimin stands, suddenly finding it hard to comprehend that Taehyung, of all people, is in his bed, getting cozy in his baby blue sheets. And that he confessed. Taehyung gets onto his side, anchors himself with his bent arm against the bed, and pats the empty space in front of him.

The neurons in Jimin's brain seem slow to fire as he stares at the scene before him, struggling to process it. Taehyung cocks his head, knits his eyebrows, and hums a questioning tone, and Jimin snaps out of it and approaches the bed. He sits on the edge, grabs the water, and twists to hand it to Taehyung, who sits up behind him.

"Almost forgot," Taehyung mutters.

Jimin hums. "Only sober Taehyung gets a first kiss."

A quiet moment passes before Taehyung reaches past Jimin to set a nearly empty glass on the bedside table. Jimin grabs it, drinks the rest of the water, and then switches the lamp off. As he twists to get into bed, Taehyung pulls him close, tangling his arms and legs around him in a firm but comfortable hold, and Jimin falls asleep quickly with Taehyung's steady breath warming the nape of his neck.

Light dances behind Taehyung's eyelids, soft and warm, and he slowly feels his limbs tingle and stretch to life. As his arm and leg hit a body to his left, everything comes flooding back to Taehyung, and he turns with a gasp to find tousled pink hair and round, cherubic cheeks against the pillow beside him. 

Jimin. Soft, sweet, beautiful Jimin in his pale blue pajamas covered in little white clouds. Taehyung confessed to him while drunk on far more whiskey than one man should ever consume at once, and now that he feels sober, he is determined to prove to Jimin that he means it. 

A pink wave hangs over Jimin's closed eyes, and Taehyung gently pushes it away, high enough to get stuck on a bunch of hair and off his face. He gently rubs the back of his pointer finger over Jimin's cheek, and Jimin's bottom lip juts out into a pout as he groans and shifts, gradually getting pulled from sleep. 

Taehyung resists the urge to suck Jimin's plush lip between his teeth and rouse him with a moan; it's probably too uncouth for a first kiss. Instead, Taehyung continues to caress Jimin's cheek delicately until the other stirs and begins to stretch and tremble awake. Jimin's groans become louder and more frustrated, and Taehyung grins. 

With a scrunch of his brow, Jimin cracks one eye open. Then, suddenly, both eyes open, blinking quickly, and Taehyung watches Jimin remember all at once everything that happened the night before. 

"Hey, beautiful," Taehyung mutters, voice raspy and deep from disuse. 

"I guess it wasn't a dream, hmm?" Jimin groans as he rolls onto his back and stretches his arms over his head. 

"Depends," Taehyung responds playfully, "how good was your dream?"

The apples of Jimin's cheeks blush a pretty azalea rouge, and Taehyung delights in how easily he can fluster him. Jimin turns again, eyes searching Taehyung's naked shoulders and chest before rising to meet his gaze, and he licks his bottom lip. Taehyung mimics the movement and reaches out to take Jimin by the waist. 

"About that kiss...?" Taehyung begins, and Jimin looks scandalized, rolling out of reach, whining, "I have morning breath, you animal."

"Swish some mouthwash and come back," Taehyung groans, reaching for Jimin, who scoots further away. 

"You also have morning breath, Tae."

Taehyung rolls his eyes. "Fine, come back and spit some of the mouthwash into my mouth."

Jimin sits with a start, pink hair sticking out in every direction, and he twists to glare down at Taehyung—a sight that makes his heart pound. 

"You're disgusting," Jimin says, and Taehyung falls onto his back, laughing. 

"Fine," Taehyung concedes with a sigh, sitting up and kicking the baby blue blanket off his legs. "We'll gargle some mouthwash quick and return to bed so I can kiss you until you're dizzy."

"Fine," Jimin responds, clearly fighting with the corners of his mouth and resisting the urge to smile. 

The two of them leave the bed and pad into Jimin's bathroom to brush their teeth side by side at the sink. All joking and eagerness to lock lips aside, Taehyung takes his time and returns to Jimin's room for the cup they used the night before and carries it into the kitchen for more water while Jimin closes the door to the bathroom for privacy.

Taehyung sips at the water as he returns to Jimin's room and sets the glass on the bedside table, then notices the photo strips on Jimin's dresser. He walks over, picks up the top strip—which is curved slightly as if it had been put in a butt pocket—and his breath hitches.

In the first frame, he and Jimin are holding up peace signs with wide, cheesy smiles, but as the photos progress, Jimin looks confused, and finally, surprised. There's something in Jimin's eyes that Taehyung can't quite discern, and it looks like he might be on the verge of tears. Taehyung wonders, with a swell of affection in his chest, if this is the moment he told Jimin he loves him. 

Jimin returns, hair tamed and face flushed, and he sits on the edge of the bed. Taehyung nibbles his lip and sets the photo down, then returns to the bed, taking his place beside Jimin, who fidgets with his hands in his lap. 

"Oh my god," Taehyung groans, "don't be so nervous. We can wait if you're not ready."

"I'm ready," Jimin responds hurriedly. "And nervous. I can be both."

Taehyung scoots back on the mattress and leans back against one hand while he pats himself on the thigh, saying, "I'll ease your nerves. Come here."

A look of confusion that blends into intrigue tugs deliciously at Jimin's features, and he stands and turns, then slowly positions one knee on the bed and pauses. "Y-you want me to—"

"Get on my lap?" Taehyung interjects with a smirk. "Yes."

Jimin licks his lips and complies, swinging a leg over Taehyung's thighs and straddling him. Taehyung reaches for Jimin's chin and gently pulls him close. "Kiss me, pretty," he mutters, and smiles as Jimin leans forward and brushes plush lips against his. 

A pleased groan rumbles in Taehyung's throat, and Jimin wraps his arms over his shoulders and settles comfortably in his lap while Taehyung moves his hand to cradle Jimin's nape. He gently sucks Jimin's lip between his teeth—just as he has imagined time and time again—and the deep, needy groan that falls between Jimin's lips makes every second that has passed since the moment Taehyung first laid eyes on him worth the wait. 

Taehyung releases Jimin's lip with a pop and a smile, eyes not fully closed so he can see the way Jimin's mouth is open for him as he lets out a delicate gasp. He rotates his face ever so slightly, making room for their noses to slot beside one another, and licks between Jimin's lips, tasting mint and spit, and gently presses his fingertips into the back of Jimin's head. 

There is a soft but present frenzy in the way one of Jimin's hands pushes into Taehyung's hair while the other grips onto his neck, his shoulder, and back to his neck again, as if he is mapping out shapes or plotting points for later. Jimin darts his tongue out to meet Taehyung's, and they lick and groan and smile against each other's lips in languid movements, teasing and tasting and inviting the other for more. 

"Let's lay down," Taehyung suggests into Jimin's mouth, receiving only a nod in return. 

Taehyung bends at the elbow to lower them to the mattress, and, with a giggle, Jimin slides off Taehyung's lap, prompting him to open his eyes. Jimin hovers close as he says, "Lay down for real."

With both elbows, Taehyung scoot-crawls further onto the bed, and he slowly swings his legs up—with what little room Jimin gives him—and wiggles around, settling onto his side. Jimin clambers back onto the mattress, wraps one arm around Taehyung's neck, then the other as he crashes their lips together, and pushes Taehyung into the pillow, laying him half on his side and half on his back.

"I hope you're right," Taehyung mutters against eager lips, getting a hum in response before continuing. "I hope none of this is a dream."

Jimin bites down on Taehyung's bottom lip—not hard, but enough to elicit a painful hiss and confused groan. Taehyung's eyes open wide to find a devious smirk, and Jimin says, "Looks to me like you're awake, Tae."

The pain, the snark, and those soft, beautiful lips have heat building around Taehyung's groin and his lower back. He wants more—wants everything—but it is still soon, and he is unsure whether it would be too impolite to ask. 

Jimin swings a leg over Taehyung and pulls their bodies flush. If the bulge that rubs against his own is anything to go by—and the elicit moans that fell from both their lips—Jimin must feel the same. 

"Want you," Jimin whines, confirming Taehyung's suspicion—or, perhaps, reading Taehyung's mind. "I know it's too soon, but I—"

Taehyung rolls forward, forcing Jimin to crash onto his back with a whine, and grinds his hips slowly against Jimin, sliding their cocks together with intent. Jimin's head digs into the pillow, fingers grip Taehyung's bare shoulders, and he rasps a needy, pretty sound that blends with the pleasure coursing through him, shivering down his spine. 

"I want you too, baby," Taehyung groans as he leans forward and places soft, wet kisses against Jimin's throat and neck. "Always wanted you."

"Please," Jimin whines as his body writhes beneath Taehyung as if searching for friction. 

Taehyung lowers his hips and lifts his head, and he watches as Jimin grinds up against him and bites his lip to stifle a moan. "God, just look at you," he groans, delighting in how shameless and needy Jimin has become. 

Jimin squeezes his eyes shut and whines petulantly, then grabs onto the back of Taehyung's neck and pulls him until their lips are hair's widths apart. Taehyung watches Jimin's lips as they part and tremble, and he darts out his tongue to leave a teasing strip of spit.

"How do you want me, baby?" Taehyung asks before sucking Jimin's lip between teeth where it belongs. 

Jimin hisses and moans and mutters, "Slow. Fuck me slow."

A pleased, needy groan rumbles and rips through Taehyung's throat. He lifts himself enough to stare down at Jimin and see his entire blush-flushed face. He asks, "You want me to fuck you, baby?" and delights in how wide and desperate Jimin's eyes become when he nods. 

Taehyung rubs their noses together. "Do you need to clean? Wanna taste you."

A whimper accompanies a slow shake of the head. "I cleaned already. Probably still wet."

Taehyung can't help but gasp. "This morning?" Jimin nods and hums. "You weren't in there long."

"I cleaned before the date too," Jimin confesses with a blush, "just in case."

Intrigue with a hint of jealousy deepens Taehyung's arousal. "You cleaned yourself in anticipation for the date?"

Jimin nods and hums, giving Taehyung wide, innocent eyes, and Taehyung chuckles. "You wanted our sweet Jeonggukie to fuck you, is that it?" he groans as he leans in close and nuzzles noses and cheeks. 

"I wanted to be open to the possibility," Jimin whines. "You know how horny I've been; stop teasing."

Taehyung grins and nibbles his bottom lip. He, too, had gotten himself ready, just in case. 

"So is it me you want," Taehyung continues with a dark tone, "or will any cock do?"

Jimin slaps Taehyung on the side of the arm and pulls him close enough to lick at his lips, making Taehyung smirk. "Stop," he whines.

A deep chuckle passes through Taehyung's lips as he taunts a bit further. "Sorry, baby; I don't mean to tease. I like how slutty and needy you are, I promise."

Taehyung doesn't say these things to hurt Jimin—he watches Jimin's expressions and listens closely to his voice to make sure he doesn't seem to be crossing a line. It has simply been a test of endurance to be Jimin's friend and listen as he gets drunk and whines about how badly he needs dick, and now Taehyung cannot resist making him regret saying it all those times, just a teensy bit.

"Want you, Tae," Jimin whines. "Please."

And if Jimin is going to ask so sweetly, Taehyung is sure that he could never deny him anything. "Get on your stomach for me, baby." 

Jimin twists and wiggles, turning onto his stomach with very little room to move. Taehyung watches with a smile as Jimin pulls his hands above his head and digs his fingers into the pillow with anticipation—cheeks squished and round just as they had been when he was asleep. 

"Take your top off for me," Taehyung instructs, and Jimin groans as he moves from his new position to attempt to anchor himself onto his elbows and work the buttons on his nightshirt. 

Taehyung sits up, straddling Jimin's very plump butt, and he reaches his arms below him and begins to help unfasten the buttons near his tummy, working his way down. Jimin struggles to shrug out of the shirt before Taehyung is finished, and he can't help but giggle at his impatience.

"So needy," Taehyung teases as he helps pull the shirt off one arm and then the other, then tosses the cloudy garment to the floor. 

"Keep teasing me, and I'll kick you out," Jimin whines with absolutely no conviction, returning his hands to the pillow beside his head. 

Taehyung leans down, lays his weight against Jimin, and as he nuzzles his nose into Jimin's nape and smells his citrus shampoo, he mutters, "Is that so?"

A shiver visibly runs through Jimin, followed by a whimper, and Taehyung smirks. Taehyung kisses Jimin's neck, smells his sweet skin, and takes in every tiny sound and movement that comes from below. Jimin's back is soft against Taehyung's chest, and he slowly crawls down the length of his torso leaving soft, wet kisses in his path. 

For months, Taehyung has felt ashamed of the vivid ways in which he imagined worshiping every inch of Jimin under the assumption that he may not have felt the same way. Now, with Jimin in his hands, Taehyung can't seem to think clearly and kisses with abandon as he works his way down to the soft, plump cheeks he has sketched and painted and squeezed his cock thinking about time and time again. 

Taehyung kneels between Jimin's thighs and dips his fingers below the band of his pants. Jimin tilts his hips up, and Taehyung catches his briefs as he begins to tug down, pulling carefully in front to prevent Jimin's erection from catching in the fabric.

Despite having witnessed the peaks and valleys of Jimin's perfectly toned body, getting to touch and praise and really see him makes Taehyung's heart pound. He lifts his legs, gently but clumsily getting Jimin's pants down past where he kneels and to Jimin's ankles while staying between them, then drops down to the mattress with his hands on Jimin's ass as his feet help to guide the fabric past his feet. 

Taehyung gets on his stomach between Jimin's thighs, runs his hands over his ass, and in response, Jimin begins to lift his hips. Taehyung pushes him down, slowly but firmly. "Relax," he mutters, and Jimin settles his hips and attempts to spread his legs a bit further.  

"You're so perfect," Taehyung groans as his lips touch the underside of Jimin's cheek, over the crease where soft flesh turns to firm thigh. Jimin trembles below Taehyung's touch, and he kisses up, over the pillowy curve, toward the center, where he wants to kiss most. All the while, arousal pools in his groin and tingles through his limbs

Gently, Taehyung spreads Jimin and holds back a groan at the sight of such a cute, puckered hole, still moist, as Jimin had promised. Taehyung kisses toward it, keeping his eyes on it until it begins to blur from being too close, then he laps his tongue over it, slowly and tentatively, and Jimin's hips shake as he lets out a breathy moan. 

There is a delicate sweetness to Jimin's skin, and Taehyung laves over him in long stripes and slow circles as his hands move up to Jimin's hips and settle. Taehyung groans and licks, letting Jimin's cheeks close around his face, threatening to suffocate him, and Jimin whimpers and gasps such pretty sounds for him. 

He takes his time licking and sucking against Jimin's rim, dipping his tongue inside to taste and tease just a little more. Then, he pulls one hand down to spread Jimin's cheek and gently prod one finger in while his tongue twists and flicks, leaking drool and making a mess. 

Stretching Jimin on one finger, then two fingers, and then—with the addition of lube that Jimin practically throws at Taehyung's head—three fingers takes time. Jimin's hips grind and shake under Taehyung's languid, measured movements, and by the time he is twisting and scissoring with three fingers, Jimin is choking out wet sobs, begging for his cock.

Taehyung grabs the bottle of lube that he placed beside Jimin's hip and pops the cap open with his thumb. He anchors himself onto his elbows, burying his face in Jimin's ass as he squirts more than enough liquid onto his hand, then snaps it shut and flings the bottle just hard enough for it to land close enough to reach again. He shimmies onto his knees and reaches between his legs to slick up his hard, neglected cock as he slowly tongue fucks Jimin. 

A moan rocks through Taehyung's chest, stifled by Jimin's ass as his hand grips onto his cockhead and slides down over his shaft, sticky-slick, sending waves of pleasure through him. He comes up for air, gets onto his knees, and rubs the leftover lube over Jimin's ass unceremoniously with his fingers and palm. Jimin grinds back against his hand, and Taehyung cannot resist dipping his fingers into Jimin's stretched hole once more before rolling away from Jimin, onto his side. 

"Come here, baby," Taehyung says as his sticky fingers tug at Jimin's hip, and Jimin twists his face away before rolling onto his side and scooting himself to fit against Taehyung as if he was meant to be there. Taehyung wraps his lower arm beneath Jimin's neck, and he spreads his palm over Jimin's chest, smiling softly as Jimin wraps both of his hands around his hand and wrist.

Taehyung nuzzles his lips against Jimin's nape as he spreads his cheeks around his cock and slowly slides his blunt tip over the expanse of his cleft, from the top of his cheeks down to his balls, and back to his hole. 

"Tell me if you need me to go slower, okay?" 

Jimin nods and mutters a broken mmhmm, and Taehyung presses his cock against Jimin's rim and slowly pushes himself inside, squeezing his eyes shut while breathing through how tightly Jimin grips him. Jimin moans and gasps and swallows his tip eagerly while Taehyung rocks his hips in gentle motions, slowly carving a place inside Jimin that is meant just for him. 

"Fuck, you're tight," Taehyung mutters as his lips drag across Jimin's skin.

"S-so big," Jimin sobs, bowing his back as Taehyung holds Jimin's cheek spread and works him open. "Please don't stop."

With one slow, deep push, Taehyung nearly gets his entire length inside and stops, giving him a chance to adjust. The sounds that pass through Jimin's lips are nothing short of heavenly, and Taehyung pulls him closer, trailing kisses up to his shoulder and back to his neck. Jimin doesn't protest, only holds his arm tight and litters kisses on his wrist. 

"Ready, baby?" Taehyung asks as he nuzzles his nose in the hairs at Jimin's nape.

"Yes, please," Jimin responds, breathy and sweet. 

Taehyung pulls out, feeling the head of his cock drag deliciously against Jimin's tight, eager walls. Then, he presses back inside, as deep as he can before he worries he is too deep for it to be pleasurable. Jimin's back arches, and his ass swallows Taehyung deeper still, and Taehyung moans and squeezes his eyes closed—the pleasure he feels is nothing short of overwhelming, and he worries he could be swept under far too soon. 

"So good," Jimin whimpers, scratching blunt nails down Taehyung's wrist. 

The morning light floods the room, sharp and bright, kissing Jimin's skin so perfectly, and Taehyung does his best to keep his eyes focused and open—desperate to see every tiny mole and goosebump on Jimin's skin; eager to commit each detail to memory. 

Taehyung rocks his hips slowly, back and forth, moaning in tandem with Jimin, whose leg bends and straightens as if restless. Taehyung smoothes his hand over Jimin's thigh in hopes of calming him, then picks up his pace just enough to pull sweet, pitchy sobs from Jimin's throat. 

"You're so perfect, baby," Taehyung groans into Jimin's neck. "So good for me."

Jimin rocks his hips to match Taehyung's movements, grinding his ass against him with each thrust, and Taehyung's eyes roll back as he rasps deep, satisfied moans. He will absolutely cum if Jimin keeps it up, but he doesn't want it to stop. 

"Want to kiss you," Jimin whines, attempting to turn his head.

All Taehyung can manage is dragging his lips and teeth over Jimin's jaw, and with a huff, Jimin shifts forward, pulling Taehyung's cock out of him and sending it against his tummy with a weak slap. Taehyung whines as Jimin rolls onto his back, spreads his legs wide, and tugs at Taehyung's shoulders to join him.

Grumbles all are Taehyung can manage as he moves—pleasure-dizzy and disoriented—dropping his limbs over Jimin, getting between his legs, and slipping his cock back in. Taehyung's back arches as Jimin wraps an ankle around his thigh and pulls him deeper, drowning Taehyung in how good he feels. He lets his head fall forward, and Jimin grabs his face and pulls him into a kiss, causing Taehyung's body to melt like warm wax as he settles over Jimin and picks up a steady pace with his hips. 

"I should have known you would be this good," Jimin groans into Taehyung's mouth. 

"Imagine me fucking you often?" Taehyung teases in a bit of a daze, allowing Jimin to use his mouth as he pleases while keeping his eyes open.

Jimin cocks an eyebrow and nips at his bottom lip, and Taehyung hisses as he mutters, "Maybe I have."

"That so?" Taehyung drives his cock particularly deep, and Jimin's back arches as he moans, "Ahhh, yes!"

Taehyung rocks his hips slow and deep, losing himself to pleasure as Jimin moans into his mouth, scraping blunt fingernails over his shoulders and back. He wants to cum—wants to hold Jimin close and fill him up and do it all over again in every position conceivable.

"Don't think I'll last much longer, baby," Taehyung groans with his lip pulled between Jimin's teeth. 

"Cum inside me, Tae," Jimin whines, and Taehyung nearly does so just from those words alone. "I'm close, too."

Taehyung wants to see Jimin's entire body react—wants to watch his face warp and twist from pleasure—and he manages to sit up on his knees, wiggling out of Jimin's grip. Jimin giggles as his arms fall up above his head, and he relaxes into the new position. 

"Touch me," Jimin whimpers through kiss-swollen lips, making Taehyung swoon.

Teasingly, Taehyung runs his fingertips over Jimin's pretty cock, from the soft skin below his head, down to his base and back up, thinking about how good it would feel lodged in his throat or deep in his ass. Jimin whimpers and whines, jutting his lip out and clearly unsatisfied, and Taehyung chuckles as he wraps his palm around Jimin's cock—revels in how Jimin's entire body responds to him. 

"That's it, baby," Taehyung groans as he dry-strokes Jimin to the rhythm of his thrusts. "Cum for me."

Jimin's back lifts from the bed at his command, squeezing Taehyung as his hips jolt, mouth trembling with pleasure, and he sprays his release all over himself. Jimin looks incredible—flayed on the bed with his neck elongated, while his sweat-sheened skin glistens in the morning light. His muscles contract in the time with his moans, and Taehyung loses it—sees stars and stutters his hips—as Jimin cums, needing only a few more deep pumps to unravel completely, himself. 

Pleasure quakes through Taehyung, and he buries himself deep, deep, deep as he spills his release inside a still quivering Jimin. Moans and whimpers fill the room, and Taehyung gently rocks his hips, tipping him close to the point of overstimulation before he releases Jimin's cock and pulls out. 

Taehyung collapses onto Jimin, squelching cum between their bodies and connecting their lips as Jimin tries to complain about the mess but is interrupted by tongue and teeth. 

"Let's shower." Taehyung groans into Jimin's mouth.

"Shower and then breakfast," Jimin grumbles, nipping at Taehyung's lips as his shaky hands rub the length of Taehyung's arms. 

"Deal. Anything you want, baby."

"Just want you."

Taehyung's kisses leave Jimin's lips and trail down his chin and jaw as he mutters, "You have me."

"Fancy seeing you here," a deep, familiar voice rasps, and Jimin turns to find Yoongi and Jeongguk standing behind him at the café just down the street from his place. 

Jimin hugs Yoongi, then Jeongguk, and then he notices Jeongguk—like Taehyung—is wearing the same clothes as the evening before. Taehyung returns from the restroom and hugs them, then points out that he and Jeongguk clearly haven't been home yet, making everyone chuckle and blush.

The four of them order drinks and pastries and find a table for four in the corner, and Jimin smiles as conversation flows easily between them. Just yesterday, two of these men were strangers, and the other was just a friend—a crush which he thought, for the life of him, was unrequited—and here they are, catching up as if it hadn't only been twelve or so hours since they last met.

"I guess we're having that promised second date faster than anticipated," Yoongi says with a grin, and Jimin feels his heart melt just a little. 

"I suppose so," Jimin responds, blush rushing to his cheeks as Taehyung grabs his hand under the table. 

What had begun as a wine-drunk cry for someone to dick him down has twisted and melded into something fun and hopefully long-lasting, and Jimin can't help but smile as he chats with the others. He learns more things about Yoongi and Jeongguk, who gaze at each other with stars in their eyes, and feels proud to have contributed to the two of them finding each other, even if the circumstances were as unorthodox as they were. 

"It's pretty obvious that the four of us are meant to be together," Jeongguk announces as if it's fact, following a comment from Yoongi about how strange but delightful it all turned out, and everyone chuckles.

"No complaints from me," Taehyung responds, squeezing Jimin's hand, and Jimin turns to match his smile and gaze into his deep, pretty eyes as he nods, agreeing wholeheartedly. 

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[omegaminie]

you keep me going - vmin au

Summary:

Alpha Taehyung is on military leave and returns home to mate with his Omega Jimin.

#bts au #vmin #jimin x taehyung #bts smut #pwp #omega jimin #alpha taehyung #bottom jimin #top taehyung

[demonofcats]

Meu Pequeno Gatinho Amarelo

Credits: Demon of Cats

#spirit #capa design #kpop #capa para wattpad #capista #capa para fic #capa #jimin x taehyung #bts jimin #jungkook #taehyung

[btschooseafic]

AO3 Recs

take you down by embyr [completed]

jimin x taehyung, post break up, getting back together, angst, angst with a happy ending, flashbacks, self-esteem issues

jimin and taehyung struggle in the aftermath of their breakup/ okay, i think this might by my favorite by this author. I love jimin knowing he needs to work on himself, and the others supporting them in a difficult time

#bts fanfic #bts fanfic recs #archive of our own #ao3 #embyr #park jimin #kim taehyung #jimin x taehyung #taehyung x jimin #vmin #break up #getting back together #angst #angst with a happy ending #mental health struggles

[jemshopes]

Busking in Paris [vmin]

--Vmin Prompt

Where Tae goes on holiday to Paris and, one night on the street, he sees Jimin singing and he's entranced by him. At first only by his looks and his voice, but later, when Jimin has finished performing, and Tae plucks up the courage to speak to him, his personality and everything he has to say.

Jimin's Korean, but he's never been to Korea. He was raised in France (taught Korean by his parents because they want him to stay in touch with his heritage, and also for plot convenience because I want Jimin and Tae to be able to talk. Sue me.)

Anyway, whirlwind romance in France, Jimin being the most beautiful angelic being in the universe, Tae being smitten, Tae having to go back to Korea. Jimin not being able to come with him because he likes his life in France and the relationship is so new he's not about to uproot his entire life and move to another country for it. Sad stuff and angst and a happy ending. I don’t know. I haven't thought this out, I just have visions of Tae seeing Jimin singing and thinking how amazing and beautiful he is.

#bts #bts aus #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #park jimin #kim taehyung #jimin x taehyung #vmin #vmin fanfic #paris #france #busking #singing #romance

[mxmorden-fanfics]

Ghosts Like These [1/11]

Fandom: BTS RPF Pairing: In this chapter: Namjoon/Jimin, Jimin/Taehyung Rating: Explicit Words: 11k Notes: Written for Cyberpunk Fest :D Summary: After his parents die under horrifying circumstances, Namjoon makes it his life's mission to create a life-like android capable of accessing the memories of the dead person whose brain has been implanted into it.With the help of a certain alley cat and his boyfriend, he finally succeeds... and finds himself entangled in something much bigger than his secret project.

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He’s sitting on the floor of his lab with his back to the cabinet where he insists on keeping the physical records of his experiments and the material for his classes. His head is throbbing, his hand hurts. It takes him a few moments, as he looks at his bloody knuckles, to remember he punched the examination table yesterday.

Kim Namjoon isn’t a violent person nor is he an impatient one. If anything, he has way too much patience, otherwise he would have spared himself another heartbreak like this.

#my fanfic #namjoon x jimin #jimin x taehyung #fest #bts fic

[magssworld]

"I saw you dancing in a crowded room

You look so happy when I'm not with you.

But then you saw me, caught you by surprise

A single teardrop falling from your eye.

I don't know why I run away

I'll make you cry when I run away"

The Weekend - Save you tears from another day

#park jimin #jimin #bts jimin #kim taehyung #taehyung #vmin #jimin x taehyung

[girl8890]

R Town | Ch.12

Jimin x Taehyung

4.1k

POV: Jimin

Warnings: Sex & Strip club, Pole dances, Watching others have sex (implied), Anal sex, Jealousy.

Index | Ch.13

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I don't know what possessed me that morning to go to the new club, but I knew if I ever wanted to talk to my sister, I would have to go. It's one of those clubs that open early and close late, so I knew that whatever time I went, I would most likely see M.

The problem is not finding a good time to see M but having to go to the actual club. I've never been to a club before, and I also don't want to see Felix. I rather him not know I'm in this town with them for as long as possible. Not only have he and I never got along, but he has a problem with running to my parents whenever I do something "not to his or their standards." My entire life isn't up to his or my parent's standards!

Another reason why my sister kept quiet for so long. Us Parks are known for not taking shit from others, but when it comes to my parents, you better be able to take anything they throw at you if you want to survive under their roof. Unless you want your credit card cut and zero chance of getting the inheritance. Maybe that's another reason I didn't question my sister when she said I should leave. I was done with having that always being dangled over my head.

I walk up to the front of the club an hour after opening, and I can already smell the reck of sex coming from it. This place is in no way my sister's business. Her name may be on the ownership contract, but it's not at all hers. Even the actual door handle to the front door isn't her.

My sister likes clean and bright things and having everything look perfect. This place reads only darkness, hopelessness, and everything but perfect.

I take one last breath of clean air, then open the front door. The first thing I notice is that there are no windows. It's all dark and has minimal light. Making it seem like it's still nighttime to everyone on the inside.

I'm not sure if these people are still here from last night's opening or if the people inside are so addicted to sex that they came here at the crack of dawn. There are multiple rooms to my left that only have thick red curtains blocking everyone from seeing what's happening inside, but the noises are clear. High-pitched fake moans are coming from the other side, and I have to look away from the slight opening in one of the rooms.

There are also some larger rooms at the end of that wall, but instead of curtains, there are doors, and it's keeping everyone from seeing or hearing what's going on inside. I have a whole body shudder when I think about what Felix has in mind for those rooms.

There's a large bar right at the front of the business, and a young male bartender with tattoos on his face is cleaning a glass cup and talking to someone on the other side of the bar. In the middle of the club is a large stage with a pole right in the middle of it. My eyes go wide when I see the town's only hair stylist's soon-to-be ex-wife spinning around the pole.

Juliet is giving this old dude the fuck me eyes as she glided down the pole in front of him. Then she slowly spreads her legs, so he can wish to have whatever is between her legs. Her sheer black lingerie already gave little to the imagination.

It seems I was right about this place not having many guidelines to what's legal and illegal in a sex and strip club because the guy reaches in-between her legs like he has the right. He does this, and the "security guards" don't seem like they give a fuck. Juliet, the little spitfire that she is, kicks the guy away and gives him a nasty look.

"Fuck no, dude. You have to pay extra if you want anything like that."

I gasp, rather loudly, when I hear Juliet say those words. I know it's half a sex club, but I'm in no way used to hearing words like that out loud. Even when Taehyung talks dirty to me, I feel like I'm about to explode from embarrassment, but I usually end up exploding in different ways too...

Before I could look away and pray that no one heard my gasp, Juliet turns her attention away from the grimy old man and spots me. Her face changes into one of disgust when she realizes I'm here. It's clear to me, even though I've never talked to this woman once in my life, that she's part of the people in this town that hate outsiders. This is kinda hypocritical since she works for two "outsiders."

Juliet pushes the old man away from her, and he has obviously been pissed off now that her attention is no longer on him. Then she struts off the stage and comes straight over to me. She puts her hand on her exposed naked hip and stares down at me like I'm an insect she would like to squish. "Aren't you a little young to be in a place like this?"

I roll my eyes because fuck this bitch. I don't know her age, but she also doesn't know mine. She has no right to ask me my age and look at me like I'm beneath her, especially when she was just asking that guy no more than a minute ago to pay her extra for sex. Yeah, fuck her. "Fuck off, Juliet. I'm not here for that anyway."

"Doesn't matter what your here for. It's 18 and up only. How old are you anyway, sixteen? Get out of here before I call security on you."

"I highly doubt Felix's security would actual give a shit if I was here. All I would have to do is flash some cash, and they would allow me to do whatever I want." Not that I want to do anything with anyone here, but my words were definitely true by the way Juliet cowers into herself.

I kinda feel bad when I see Juliet react like this. This place has only been open for a day, and she's already acting like a war survivor because of the mention of Felix's name. Before I could debate on apologizing, the woman I've been looking for finds me first.

"Jimin?" M says from behind me. I spin around to see my sister, who I haven't seen in over six months, holding a clipboard and looking exactly how she should look every day. Her red hair is curled, she has clean skin with just the right amount of make-up and looking like a badass bitch in her boot heels. But more than anything, I missed seeing that smile on her face. My sister always had such straight teeth. "Oh my - Jimin! It's really you!"

M runs to me, and I don't realize until I'm in her arms again that I met her halfway. Holding my sister after being away for so long made tears form in my eyes. "Fuck, M. I couldn't believe it when I saw you yesterday in that stage." We pull back from our embrace. "You look good."

And her smile falls. She quickly puts on a fake one, though, and I now realize my words have most likely brought out a bad memory in her mind. A bad memory of when we last saw each other. A night I rather never bring up, but I need some questions answered that only she can give.

"Um... M. How do you know this kid?"

I roll my eyes when I hear Juliet speak from behind me. M, on the other hand, continues to smile and talks to her over my head. "Jimin's my brother." Oh, fuck. I didn't think she would tell her the truth! "Will be in the office if you need anything, and I mean anything, just let me know."

Juliet must have understood because I then hear her heels click away as she walks. M's attention goes back to me, and she nods her head as she walks backward. Instructing me to follow her.

I follow M behind the bar, which then brings us to a door that I assume before she opens it that it's the said office. We walk inside, and it's the exact opposite of what I expected. I, for some reason, thought it would smell like sex, and he piles of trash all around. The perfect Felix office, honestly, but instead, it just looks like a normal office. I can tell this office is more for M than for Felix.

She sits down behind the desk in her chair, and she actually looks like she belongs there. Even though it's weird for me to admit that my sister owning a sex and strip club suits her, seeing her sit behind the desk of it does. By the way, she talked to Juliet, her employee, too. I can only imagine what it's like to have Felix here instead of M.

"So, how have you been? What are you doing here? Is that Gucci?"

I have to laugh because this bundle of questions is what my sister does. Always wondering what I've been up to and making sure I'm safe. I, of course, do the same, and being the oldest always made me feel I had to be the protective one in the relationship, but M would admit she's always looked after me even when she didn't need to.

"I'm good - actually - I guess. After you told me to leave." M stiffens in her seat. "The only place I could think to go is here, but no one remembers us. Granted, I didn't recognize anyone here either."

"Oh, I feel the same way! Being back in this town after being away for so long... I'm not sure how to feel. Although I was eight while you were ten, so your memory of people is probably better then mine."

"Yeah, you would think." I suddenly feel nervous being in front of M. Not because she has an aura of anxiety surrounding her, but because I know what I'm about to say next is going to sour the great reunion we're having. "M... can I ask you something?"

M sits up straight in her chair, now looking as nervous as I feel. "Yeah, of course. What's up Jimin?"

"That night... the night I left."

"Please don't."

"Why did you tell me to leave?"

M's eye twitches, and her fingers turn white as she grips the edge of the desk. My spine straightens in my seat, then, feeling M's anxiety flow through me. Her voice sounds so small, and I feel so upset and angry to see her like this because of a flashback he caused. "Jimin... I can't-"

"Why not!?" M jumps, not expecting me to be angry. "Why can't you tell me anything? Every since that fuck face married you, you don't tell me shit. Our parents always told me shit to begin with, but I never expected you to do the same!"

M looks down in her lap, and I don't miss the tears she wipes away. "I-it's just complicated, Jimin. You wouldn't understand."

"Then make me understand."

"I don't want you too!" It's my turn to jump at M's rise in temper. The Park attitude she adopted coming out. "I don't want you to understand what it's like to not be able to explain to my brother, my best fucking friend, what my life is like or what his life could have been."

"Could have been?" M looks away again and shakes her head. Not wanting to further explain. I lead with a follow-up question then since it's clear she doesn't want to go further with this exact conversation. "Why are you still with Felix then?"

"Fuck, Jimin. I..." M stops herself short. I already know M wasn't happy with Felix, and that night she came to me over six months ago proved it, but the fact that she can't even give an excuse like, "because I love him," proves to me further that there's more to their marriage that I just don't know about.

I lean forward in my chair and grab her hands to hold in mine. I hold her little fingers in my slightly bigger ones and give them a comforting squeeze. "M, you can tell me anything. Please, just let me help you."

M shakes her head and continues to stare down in her lap, no longer caring about the multiple tears falling from her eyes now. "I wish you could, Jimin. I wish you fucking could."

Yeah, I really wish I could too.

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I left M's soon after she stopped answering my question. When I kept pestering for answers, she ended up giving me the excuse that she was very busy and that I would have to leave so she could get work done. I knew it was an excuse before the words even left her mouth, but her promise of her telling me that I can come by any time as long as she's here makes me think that maybe - just maybe - I'll get my answers one day.

I just hope It's not too late when M finally gives me those answers.

I'm really ashamed to admit this, but as soon as I left Lee club, I wanted to see Taehyung. I wanted to go to him so that I could cry into his lap, and then I wanted him to fuck me until I forgot about everything. Then, after I forgot about my stress from my sister and her relationship, I wanted him to hold me and talk to me about whatever shit comes to my mind. I just wanted him.

And I still do. That's why I go to him. I run to his office building, see the closed sign, then I run even faster to his mansion. Knowing if he's not at his office building during this time of day, then he's definitely at his mansion. I know it's against our arrangement for me to come before 10:30 at night, but I honestly don't care right now.

I need him. I fucking need someone to look at me in the eye and tell me everything is going to be okay. I fucking need him to be the one to hold me against him and pierce my soul with eyes of admiration as he says everything is going to be okay. I know these feelings I shouldn't have, but right now, I just don't care. I just don't care right now.

I burst into his mansions office, and thank god he's the only one inside. Taehyung first looks pissed off, but then his expression changes to one of concern. I know I was crying the whole way here, and that's most likely the reason why Taehyung looks concerned, but how could I not cry when someone like Felix is treating my sister like shit? On top of that, she won't let me help her!

"Taehyung," I cry out as I fall to the floor onto my knees.

He runs over to me, and it feels like no time has passed when he scoops me up in his arms and leans my head on his chest. It's like there's no trouble in our arrangement when he rocks me back and forth while whispering with a gentle voice into my ear, "It's okay, baby. I'm here. I'm here, no one can hurt you."

But it's not me who's hurt. It's not me who needs protecting, but hearing Taehyung say those words to me makes my chest tighten a little less. His voice soothed my terrible thoughts of what could be going on with my sister.

After a couple of minutes of Taehyung just holding me in his lap on the floor, I eventually stop crying. Concentrating on Taehyung's heart to help me breathe.

I lift my face out of his chest, and Taehyung's little smile brings me back to life. "Thank you, Taehyung. I'm sorry for bursting in here-"

"It's okay!" He quickly interrupts. "You can come to me with anything. Are you okay... did someone hurt you?"

It actually scares me a bit how deep and possessive Taehyung's voice just got with his question, but it's also embarrassing for me to admit that it also arouses me. Fuck, what is wrong with me today?

"I-I'm fine, Taehyung. It's my sister... M is my sister and her husbands a terrible person," I admit. Although Taehyung doesn't seem like he understands the connection of her name. "She's married to Felix Lee. The owner to the new club."

Taehyung then squints his eyes in rage, and it surprises me to see him appear angry when I mention my sister's husband's name. "Fucking, Felix. Your sister is married to that fucker?"

I nod my head, and he looks at me differently with the same eyes he had that night. The night I rejected him and the last time we were together...

Sad. His eyes are sad.

We stand up off the floor then, Taehyung helping me rise to my feet. "How do you know him?"

Instead of answering, Taehyung just shakes his head, not wangling to answer. Taehyung knows Felix, and I don't persist to know how, but it feels good knowing I have someone close to me that understands how much of a fuck face Felix truly is.

Taehyung then takes me by my hand and leads me to his bedroom. Not to have sex, however. He lets me lay down and just holds me. Knowing without words exactly what I needed and wanted. I curl my arms in between us, and he supports my body by pressing me into his chest as he runs his fingers through my hair with the other. Me feeling completely relaxed in his arms.

It's then, after a few minutes of silence, that I feel guilty again about how we left things last time. It's been a whole week since he let me see him, but when I needed him most, he allowed me to cry in his arms.

"I'm sorry, Tae." Taehyung looks down at me, confused. "F-for what happened last time I saw you." I'm not sure if it was the apology or the random nickname I gave him, but I feel Taehyung stiffen against me, and I watch the corners of his mouth point downward, furthering his frown.

"There's nothing to apologize for. You don't feel the same, it's alright."

I'm not sure what it was, but something suddenly felt off about him. His voice went flat, showing me it's not actually alright. I do believe he forgives me since my not wanting to be with him is my decision, but at the same time, it doesn't feel right.

I feel Taehyung's lips against my forehead, and I sigh at the contact. This one little kiss begins a reaction. Kisses on the forehead lead to kisses on my cheek, then my neck, and then they finally lead to my lips. Once again, without words, Taehyung knows what I need and want... but I still feel off.

His kisses and caresses, however, feel as passionate as ever. Like not a day has gone by since we were with each other last. My clothes get removed super fast by him. Taehyung clearly missed what we had as much as I did. I moan when his lips attach to my nipple, sucking on the bud while I rank my finger through his hair and bite my lip.

Taehyung being rough but taking care of me at the same time makes me want to always come back to him. It scares me to think how much I've actually come to terms with always wanting him like this. I hope it doesn't end up hurting me in the future.

Taehyung's lips detach from me, and then he rests his head on my rib cage. He rubs his face on my rib cage, and it actually feels good to receive pure affection like this. I feel his fingers glide up my thighs, and I bite my lip because I know where his fingers are going to go.

It surprises me to feel slight resistance when Taehyung's fingers enter me, but I'm still having that euphoric feeling his fingers always give me as he stretches my walls.

Taehyung chuckles against my ribs, then says, "Seems like a week without me has gotten you tighter." At first, I thought he was going to be mad at me. Now that my usual easily forgiving body is resisting his fingers, he'll want to resist me and not continue. But instead, Taehyung crawls up my body and bites my ear. "Good to know I'm still the only cock thats been inside you."

I moan and clench around his two fingers because of his words. My cheeks heat up when I look at his lust-filled eyes. "O-of course. Only for you, Tae."

Taehyung growls into my neck at my words. I don't know what made me find this confidence to say what I just said, but it makes me want to say so much more if I continue to get reactions like this from Taehyung.

After I'm stretched enough and feeling so much I could pass out from pleasure, he removes his fingers. I huff out a deep breath and stare up at Taehyung as he lubes up his cock. I feel my cheeks warm again, but thankfully Taehyung decides to flip me over onto my stomach and raise my ass to him so he doesn't notice how watching him touch himself affects me.

I feel his cock breach my hole, and I'm grabbing onto the bed sheets. It feels so fucking good. I missed this so much. I missed him so much. Having Taehyung grab my hips and thrust into me like if he misses a beat, a bomb will go off has become my new favorite addiction. Not to mention Taehyung finds my prostate within seconds of entering me, making my eyes roll into the back of my head.

He hits that bundle of nerves inside me, and thrusting against my walls makes me cry out how good it truly is. "Fuck - God - Fuck, Taehyung! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Taehyung pushes onto the top of my back, pushing me further into the mattress, and fucks into me harder and deeper because of this angle. I feel him smack my ass, the sound echoing in my ears, and I chock on a moan. I have to shut my eyes because I feel myself getting close to cumming already. I almost explode within seconds when he says, "Always so tight for me, Jimin... You feel so fucking good on my dick. I wish I could always have you this way."

I clench around him and curl my fingers into the sheets. Hearing him grunt into my ear is getting me closer and closer and...

I wish I didn't open my eyes. I wish at that exact moment I didn't open my eyes and looked at the corner of my room because it ruined the moment. It ruined it for me.

As I was crying out Taehyung's name and cumming all over the sheets, I see in the garbage pale across the room two used condoms. Two used condoms that I know for a fact he did not use with me.

Taehyung and I don't use condoms.

He's always fucked me raw, and he trusts me not to go back on my word about not having sex with other people without telling him. But Taehyung never had that rule. He never gave me that promise because, in the beginning, I didn't care for it.

Taehyung then cums inside me, pushing me further into the mattress with his hand on my back, and I'm stiff as a board as he cums into the deepest deeps inside me. Something that should feel so good, and usually always does, but right now, I'm so sick to my stomach about what's in the garbage that I'm numb!

I'm numb with physical feelings, but one thing is for sure... I'm jealous. I'm jealous of whoever he fucked that wasn't me. I'm jealous that he fucked someone else and didn't care about me when he did it. He told me he wanted to be with me a week ago, and sometime between last week and today, he fucked someone else.

The sad thing is, he has that right. He can do whatever he wants because he isn't mine... And now I'm feeling the effects of not allowing him to be mine. The effects of not taking Taehyung's offer when I had the chance...

I hate it.

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Index | Ch.13

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Park Jimin knows who he is and who he is going to be. He runs a little comfy bookstore and dances in his free time. He keeps his life as organized as he can manage. One night Kim Taehyung enters his life, leaving Jimin with a few more life-altering thoughts than he would care to admit. “So you don’t have to pick between cats and dogs?” He mumbles, loud enough he knows Taehyung can hear him but is still quiet. Suddenly Jimin’s bookstore is full of laughter, deep and loud and rumbling but so cheerful, “No Jimin! You don’t have to choose between cats and dogs!" “Whoa.”

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Park Jimin knows who he is. He is a bisexual, 25 year old man. He is also demisexual. He is a dancer at night and the owner of a small bookstore at day. He is a cat person, not a dog person (because you have to pick one). He was a libra, which means he is a social person according to any website (he is). Park Jimin is a top when he gets his mind in the gutter.

Jimin has always known who he was, every single thing he could think of describing himself by, he did. It helps him with his anxiety most of the time, knowing who he is, every single part of himself. It makes him smile to think about it while he is dredging through the accounting forms for the week.

Late on a Sunday night is a slow time, always, but Jimin likes his bookstore open as late as possible. Plus, being in the bookstore this late at night allows him to keep up to date with all the legal documents.

Jimin loves his little bookstore. He keeps it smelling like vanilla and peppermint, home. For some people a bookstore can be home, a place where the rest of the world can be at your fingertips. It's a small store but that doesn't make it any less to some of his favorite customers. If Jimin didn't worry about allergies there would be a cat to go along with the beige walls and white bookcases. Maybe the cat would sleep on the 3 couches that were donated to him, or the beanbags that he managed to get for sale. He sighs and looks back at the forms he still has to get through.

Ding!

Jimin lifts his head up and sees a relatively tall man shake off his hair, water droplets going everywhere. The man turns, when he notices Jimin, a smile takes over his face and his mouth starts to move but Jimin can’t hear anything. Oh right, headphones.

“Sorry, I forgot I had my headphones in,” Jimin says as soon as he pulls them out, letting them drop onto the desk with a small thud.

Mystery man just chuckles, “It’s okay, I do that sometimes too, I was just trying to apologize for coming in so late and dripping water all over your store.” Which is very true because as he stands there all the water collects in a small puddle on the welcome mat.

“No it’s fine, I didn’t even realize it was raining, I can grab a towel from the back for you if you want,” Jimin rushes to get off his stool and go to the closet of extra clothes and basic necessities he keeps for when he forgets to go home. It’s in the back where most people won’t see it

“You really don’t have to-” The man starts to say but before he can finish Jimin has a towel for him, “Thank you, sorry again.”

“No it’s fine, I have a coffee machine over in that corner if you want something to warm yourself up with, let me just put all my papers away first,” Jimin nods in the direction of his coffee pot he never really uses unless he has hot chocolate packets or is dying of sleep deprivation. He looks up from the desk as he tries to put all his papers in some kind of order, not wanting to look unorganized, and he finally lets himself look at the man who entered his shop. He has dark brown hair and a nice sharp v-shaped jawline.

“So hi I guess,” Mystery man says as he ruffles his hair with the towel, trying to get it dry. Jimin thinks dry hair is important because have you ever seen a kdrama? Everyone gets sick from wet hair!

“Hello! I’m Park Jimin, welcome to my bookstore,” He says as brightly as he dares. I mean it’s 11pm on a Sunday night, if he put his all into anything people would worry he was some kind of serial killer. Jimin also makes sure to measure how big he lets his smile get, he makes sure to keep it from merging his eyelids with his cheeks.

The man doesn’t seem scared though, instead his mouth reforms the boxy smile that Jimin wants to stare at forever, “Right, names are a thing, well in that case I am Kim Taehyung. Nice to meet you, Jimin.” Taehyung puts his hand out for a handshake, so Jimin does that same. It's polite.

Jimin gives a smile back, once again making sure to not be too enthusiastic because of the time of night, “You can stay until the rain stops.” And just like that both of their gazes shift from each other to the water hitting the window. The mention of the weather triggered a lot of different thoughts for Jimin. First, what if Taehyung didn’t want to stay? The man in question didn't seem to be fidgeting. Which led to the question, what if Jimin made him uncomfortable? Again Jimin checks if Taehyung is doing anything strange, he notices that Taehyun twirls a ring on his index finger. What could he do to fix that?

“Jimin?” Taehyung calls out and Jimin realizes he did it again. He got lost in his thoughts and ignored Taehyung.

Jimin mentally slaps himself before he responds, “Sorry, I was just thinking. Can you repeat whatever it was I missed?”

“Sure! I was asking if you were sure I could wait for the rain to stop, the forecast shows it holding up for a while,” Taehyung seems to not mind the fact that Jimin missed anything, although he is still twirling the ring.

“I promise I don’t mind, if you need to stay the night I have a few couches in the back and I was probably going to end up crashing on one anyways,” Jimin says as he moves back to his unorganized mess of papers next to the cash register. He hears footsteps come closer to him so he assumes Taehyung followed him, “Make yourself at home, I just have to get a few of these forms filled out before I can call it quits for the night.”

“If you are okay with it, I am gonna grab a book,” Taehyung doesn’t form the sentence in any sort of question manner nor does his voice do that lift everyone has at the end of a question. But Jimin knows it is still a question nonetheless. So he looks up and gives the other man a nod. Taehyung moves to the bookshelves and starts running his hands over the spines of the books, he heads straight for the fantasy section of the store.

Jimin puts in one of his headphones, so if Taehyung needs to say anything he will hear it, and looks back at the tax form he had to finish. Forms suck. Owning a bookstore is fun. Owning a bookstore means forms. Good outweighs the bad, right? The bookstore falls into a silence except for the rain and soft sound of Eric Nam coming out of Jimin’s headphones. Taehyung has curled himself up on the blue couch in the corner with a book, Jimin can’t see the title from his desk. He does notice that Taehyung has continued to twirl his ring but slowly now.

After he trudges through 2 more tax forms, Jimin lets out a sigh and shoves the unfinished documents into their drawer. A forever overflowing drawer. He moves the ones he filled out over to the edge of his desk so he doesn’t forget to mail them out by Tuesday morning. He turns to look at the man he didn’t know a half hour ago. Jimin, being himself, starts to wonder who the man is. What he does for a living. Heck, Jimin would be happy knowing what book he is reading so intently.

“I can feel you staring,” Taehyung doesn’t look up at Jimin. If he did he would see the little man with his eyes wide open like a deer caught in headlights. Jimin didn’t know what to do, “Jimin?” Taehyung did look up this time, luckily Jimin had enough time to school his features and get rid of the shock.

“S-sorry I was just wondering what book you picked,” Jimin’s voice sounded small. Jimin’s voice never sounds small, not with strangers at least. Jimin has to be comfortable to be anything less than perfect.

Taehyung, again, doesn’t seem to mind the weird antics of the shorter man, “It’s called Splintered, an Alice in Wonderland spinoff.”

“I forgot I had that here, it isn’t super popular cause the author doesn’t have a big name yet, do you like it so far?” Jimin walks closer to where Taehyung is sitting as he talks.

Taehyung sees him coming closer and makes sure there is room for Jimin to sit down next to him, “I do. I have a secret love for wonderland.”

Why?” Is all Jimin can do as he sits down. Understanding what people like to read is like understanding people.

“Well in wonderland everything is just however it is, there is no need for explanations and no one ever asks. It's a form of fantastical that no one even dares to question or categorize because why would you?” Taeyung seems passionate about his explanation, his face becoming more animated and his hand that isn’t holding the book gesturing to match the excitement.

Jimin doesn’t notice his mouth moving into a crescent until it has already happened and his sight was slightly narrowed from his eye smile, “Sounds like you read a lot about wonderland!”

“Wouldn’t it be amazing?” Taehyung asks, it’s not a question Jimin completely understands.

“What would be amazing?”

“If we could do the same, stop asking for explanations for how things are, stop trying to label every facet of our lives. I mean think about it, people hate other people for being ‘gay’ because ‘straight’ is normal, but what if neither existed. What if you just fall in love and what genitalia someone has doesn’t change who you are? I feel like that's the solution to most problems,” Taehyung stares at nothing, but he is smiling. Taehyung has this look on his face that Jimin thinks means happiness and peace, to him it looks like Tae might be daydreaming.

“Really? But those labels are a part of who people are,” Jimin can’t help but be hesitant to agree with Taehyung even though the idea seems to make Taehyung happy. Park Jimin has always known who he is. Without all his labels would he really know who he is?

Taehyung hears the tone of Jimin’s voice and puts the book down, turning to face the smaller man completely, “Jimin who are you?”

This shocks Jimin, but he knows the answer, always has, so he answers with ease, “I am the owner of a small bookstore, I’m a 25 year old bisexual and demisexual who tops, I am a libra, and I am a cat person. I also love superhero stories so my favorite book genre is sci-fi.”

“Why put yourself in that box?”

“What do you mean? There is no box,” Jimin is confused. Does Taehyung mean being out, because he is out, has been for a long time.

Taehyung runs his hand through his hair, “I mean you can be anything but you are giving yourself all these labels that create this person, do you ever feel like you struggle to be him?”

“Taehyung who are you?” Jimin asks. He doesn’t want to admit to this man that he sometimes feels trapped.

Taehyung just shrugs and leans back, “I don’t know, it changes, somedays I am adventurous, somedays I feel like sitting alone. I have been everything and nothing and I can’t wait to see who I am tomorrow. Why label it? Why box myself in?”

Jimin just stares. He stares at this man who walked into his bookstore because of the rain. A man who says he doesn’t know who he is, that he doesn’t want to. Jimin stares. And he takes a deep breath. Letting it all sink in.

“So you don’t have to pick between cats and dogs?” He mumbles, loud enough he knows Taehyung can hear him but still quiet.

Suddenly Jimin’s book store is full of laughter, deep and loud and rumbling but so cheerful, “No Jimin! You don’t have to choose between cats and dogs.”

“Whoa.”

“Is that the only life altering thing?” Jimin doesn’t have to look at Taehyung to know he is smiling when he talks.

“Yes! Do you know how hard it is to choose between the two? It’s impossible” Jimin throws himself across the light green couch that is next to the one Taehyung is on.

He hears Taehyung get up but Jimin doesn’t move until he hears Taehyung talk, “Well look at that, the rain stopped, thanks for a wonderful evening Jimin. I’ll be back Friday night to buy the book and hopefully take you on a date.”

And just like the whirlwind of a man entered his peaceful bookstore, he left. Jimin didn’t know what to expect from him or what to expect from the date he now has. Oh well.

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[theharrowing]

With You Always

When Taehyung dies tragically and winds up stuck on earth, he decides to watch over Jimin—his best friend, and the person he loves more than anyone in the world. Concern for his grieving best friend turns to jealousy as Jimin begins to move on and meet new people, and Taehyung's once passive presence becomes more and more dangerous.

💔 Taehyung x Jimin

💔 word count: 13k 💔 dead dove, major character death (ghost taehyung), noncon, hurt/comfort, horror, slash, explicit smut, nsfw, 18+ 💔 warnings: 🕊 dead dove, grief & mourning, masturbation, recreational drug use, jealousy, voyeurism, mutual masturbation, jimin in a crop top with pink hair, ouija board use, haunting, poltergeist, fear, taking advantage of a drunk person, ghost sex, non-consensual somnophelia, oral sex, mental breakdown

💔 written for the Ardour: Dead Dove Fest!

💔 thanks to @neoneunnajimin for beta reading! moodboard created by the mods at the Ardour: Dead Dove Fest (text added by me with permission.) 💔 posted oct. 2022

💔 notes: i cannot stress how dark this story is. please read the warnings and don’t interact with this story if you are sensitive to any of those topics!!! i do not condone the actions in this fic; it is a work of horror fiction.

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Taehyung's death affected everyone pretty hard, but no one more than Jimin. 

Since they were kids, Taehyung and Jimin were inseparable. They did everything together, often hand-in-hand, taking on the world with wide, curious eyes and open hearts. 

As teenagers, they were even closer, dealing with the awkwardness of puberty together and making various life pacts, including a pact to wait until college for their first kiss, a pact to wait until college to have sex, and a pact to go to the same college and live together. 

For as long as he could remember, Taehyung harbored feelings for Jimin, and he thought from a somewhat young age that Jimin felt the same. But aside from Jimin coming up with those kiss and virginity pacts and other small but possibly innocuous tells, the topic never came up between them. 

Taehyung always had the inkling that Jimin wanted them to put those events off to share them with each other, and he hoped it would be something they could explore—if they really were, in fact, on the same page—in college, as planned, when the two of them were away from home and didn't have to worry too much about the pressures of being caught by their parents. 

But then Taehyung died a month after high school graduation, and so did his chance to tell Jimin of his true feelings. 

The accident was pretty bad. 

It was a gorgeous summer day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and Taehyung drummed his fingers against his steering wheel to the beat of an old jazz tune as another car somehow wound up skidding sideways into his lane, flipping him several times off the road and into a deep ditch. There were no survivors at the scene, and by the time emergency personnel arrived, both mangled cars had caught fire. 

Even from the moment of impact, Taehyung didn't remember the accident. One minute he was alive, driving in the countryside on his way back to the city and the next, he was floating above the scene, watching as police attempted to barricade the area and keep others away from the wreckage.

It was surreal, and Taehyung spent a considerable amount of time thinking he was dreaming and that at any moment, he might wake up. But then, as time went on and his body was taken away before the site of the accident was gradually getting cleaned, Taehyung realized it wasn't a dream.

At first, Taehyung couldn't figure out why he stayed on earth rather than continue on to some kind of afterlife. Sure, he didn't spend his life necessarily believing in any specific type of afterlife, but he always assumed there would be something. Or even nothing. 

But that—floating with an aimless feeling while wearing the same beige oversized button-up short-sleeve tucked loosely into the front of wide-leg brown slacks—that just felt strange. Taehyung ran a hand through his long, wavy dark brown hair and felt as the strands pushed back from his forehead and fell into place. He couldn't quite figure out the extent to which he existed and didn't, feeling both weightless and solid, responsive to his own physical touch.

Taehyung wondered if his new existence really was like the movies, where ghosts would hang back on earth to try to solve any unfinished business they had, but ultimately that notion seemed pretty stupid to Taehyung. Life, and by extension, afterlife wasn't some drama. And anyway, how would he be able to finish anything? The only thing he left unresolved was his feelings for Jimin, and it didn't seem as if Taehyung could be seen by humans as they drove straight through him on that dark country road.

But that didn't stop Taehyung from trying. Slowly, he made his way into the city the way he would have gone if he had driven. He walked down busy streets and through residential neighborhoods, allowing the night to fall around him. And when he made it to Jimin's apartment as the sun began to break over the horizon, Taehyung went straight through a familiar building, through a familiar front door and found himself standing in a familiar living room. 

Taehyung hadn't been in a rush that night because he wasn't sure Jimin would be home. Perhaps, he thought, Jimin would have been at a hospital or a police station desperately searching for answers about his dead best friend the night before. Perhaps Jimin would have been asleep as Taehyung arrived, exhausted from the anguish of losing a best friend. But a sniffle coming from Jimin's bedroom confirmed that he was home and that he was not asleep. 

"Jimin?" Taehyung called out, but his voice was wispy in the air, hanging around him in a manner that didn't seem to echo out to reach the ears of the living. 

Taehyung approached Jimin's room to find him curled on his bed, crying. He was still wearing a black long-sleeve henley shirt tucked into blue jeans that Taehyung assumed he had worn the day before. Clutched in Jimin's arms was a stuffed bear that Taehyung had kept since he was a child. A stuffed bear that Jimin could only have gotten if he had visited Taehyung's family after the accident or if someone had brought it to him. 

The sight of Jimin's body wrapped tightly around the stuffed bear sent a chill through Taehyung, and all he could do was stand and watch as his best friend—as the boy who he loved more than anyone in the world—cried and cried and cried. 

"Jimin," Taehyung tried once more, but the sound didn't reach him. 

Taehyung suspected it might be useless to attempt to touch Jimin, so he stood still. No other humans were alerted to his presence as he walked that night, so he assumed Jimin also wouldn’t be. Finally, when Jimin had cried himself to sleep, Taehyung curled up atop Jimin's bed and watched him through the morning.

Over the course of the few days following his death, Taehyung discovered that he could somewhat interact with objects in the living world, using his energy to move a curtain or a door just a bit, as if there was a strong breeze. He had considered trying to get Jimin's attention, but with how distraught his best friend was, he felt it was better off to not do anything to shake his fragile mental state. 

Jimin wasn't getting out of bed much. He wasn't feeding himself more than once a day, and he didn't shower until the morning of the funeral. And although attending his own funeral felt surreal, Taehyung stayed by Jimin's side. 

On the bus to the train to the bus to the hospital, Taehyung followed along, eyes on Jimin, who wore a black suit and tie with a white undershirt and had his short dark hair brushed but unstyled. Taehyung told Jimin over and over that he was there and that Jimin was not alone, that Jimin would never be alone again, but Jimin fell to his knees in front of photos surrounded by flowers and candles, appearing as if he felt more alone than ever, and he cried until his eyes were dry. Taehyung couldn't have said with any certainty who else attended his funeral because he never took his eyes off his beautiful, heartbroken friend.

"I'm here, Jiminah," Taehyung muttered softly. "I won't ever leave you."

Sometimes Jimin would wake up in the middle of the night screaming and sobbing. He would grab onto the stuffed bear that belonged to Taehyung and hold it close, begging for answers, begging to know why Taehyung was gone. Taehyung would sit beside Jimin and reach a hand out, almost touching but always pulling back at the last second, never risking knowing whether or not they could touch—never wanting to face the ache that would accompany fingers passing through fingers like a whisper in the wind.

It hurt Taehyung to see his best friend so upset. And as weeks went by where Jimin didn't seem to improve, Taehyung began to worry about his physical health. Someone needed to be helping him, but Jimin didn't reach out to anyone, and he continued to mourn heavily. 

When school started a few months following the accident, Jimin decided that he needed to push forward and attempt to have a normal life. It filled Taehyung with affection and pride, knowing Jimin was getting out of bed and trying to grieve in a more healthy manner. 

"You should be here with me, Tae," Jimin would say to himself in the mirror as he fixed his hair—which was becoming overgrown—and stared into his sunken eyes. "You should be starting college with me too."

"I'm here, Jiminah," Taehyung would always whisper back. "Even if you can't see me...even if you can't feel me...I'll never leave you."

It wasn't easy at first. Jimin would have outbursts in public, moments where the distractions of school and socializing would lull, and Jimin's mind would seem to allow itself to wander back to Taehyung. In these moments, Taehyung always wished he could hold Jimin and tell him it would be okay. Taehyung knew that, ultimately, Jimin would be fine and that he just needed time to heal, and with each new day he hoped that the healing would come soon.

"I'm feeling a little better today, Taehyungah," Jimin says into the mirror with a smile. It isn't a smile that reaches his eyes, but it is inching closer these days. Jimin speaks aloud to Taehyung often on the off chance he is listening, reasoning that Taehyung always spoke to his angel, so maybe now Taehyung has taken up ranks as Jimin's angel.

And, of course, Taehyung is listening; Taehyung hasn't left Jimin's side. Everywhere Jimin goes, Taehyung follows. To school, to the market, he's always there. 

"It's been about six months since that day, and I'm...I'm still in shock, and I don't know how to go on without my best friend, but I'm doing my best, and I think you'd really be proud of me."

"I'm so proud of you, Jiminah," Taehyung responds with a kind smile, standing behind Jimin and watching him through the mirror. 

Jimin's gaze turns down, and he fidgets with his fingers, rubbing them together anxiously. "I miss you so much," he whispers.

"I miss you too."

It's not entirely true that Taehyung stays by Jimin's side everywhere. Over the last six months, Taehyung has done his best to give Jimin privacy when he's in the bathroom, when he's changing, and more recently, when he jerks off. 

The first time, it takes Taehyung by surprise, and he nearly falls out of the bed. Jimin runs his hands over his chest, stopping to dance his fingers over his nipples through his thin nightshirt. He lets out a soft exhale, and Taehyung lets out a loud gasp and stares wide-eyed at his best friend before he realizes he should very much not be watching this. 

One of Jimin's hands trails down with his fingers dancing over his crotch, and Taehyung's vision falls to discover a sizable tent in his pants, pushing another gasp from him as he backs out of the bed quickly, arm catching on the bedside lamp and knocking into it. Jimin's hands halt, and he looks up, eyes landing directly where Taehyung stands. But, of course, Jimin can't see anyone there.

"Fuck," Taehyung spits under his breath. He's been so careful not to alert Jimin to his presence, worried he might get scared, and now here he is, carelessly bumping into shit.

But it doesn't deter Jimin, whose eyes move to the window that is opened a sliver and seems to write it off as wind being the culprit. Jimin's fingers continue to tease himself over his clothes, and Taehyung spins on his heels and leaves the room, running partially through the wall when he can't reach the doorway fast enough. 

If Taehyung could sweat, it would have coated his neck and forehead in a thin sheen, giving a chill to his once warm form. He breathes deeply and runs his hands over his face and down his neck, and walks over to the small brown sofa, sitting with such a force he nearly sinks through it. As Jimin's gasps turned to whimpers, Taehyung curls up on the cushions and puts his hands over his ears. 

The longer Taehyung continues to exist in this form, the more he's able to interact with things, honing the energy he exerts to control various objects. Before, it was enough to rest atop Jimin's bed rather than sink into it, but now he can switch off the bedside lamp and pull Jimin’s blanket over him when he stumbles into bed from a night out with his new friends and falls against his mattress in a slump. Still, he’s careful to never try and touch Jimin.

Taehyung's...body...? Or whatever his form is...is also beginning to respond. As soon as Jimin's fingers begin to explore his body, Taehyung feels a shift in his energy and a tingle in his cock. He fights the urge to touch himself from the sofa whenever he takes refuge, locking his hands tightly over his ears. He will not jerk off to his best friend jerking off, even if he’s in love with that best friend. That crosses a line...right?

Taehyung does not like Jimin's new friends. They're all older than him, they drink way too much, and one boy in particular—the one with a crooked smile and sharp feline eyes—he likes to get a little too close to Jimin, especially with alcohol in their systems. 

Taehyung also does not like how Jimin has changed his appearance to hang out with these new friends. Although the tight tee shirts, even tighter skinny jeans and black leather boots flatter his figure, Taehyung thinks he just looks like he's trying too hard to fit in. His hair is short again and parted neatly over his forehead, and he's begun wearing rings and earrings. The Jimin who Taehyung knew never cared so much about fitting in or looking this good, and he certainly never wore all black, from head to toe. 

It's a Thursday night—a school night—and Jimin is at some shitty nightclub with four guys, all older than him by two or three years, and he's throwing back shots. The sadness in his eye that Taehyung had gotten so used to—that he wished for months and months would fade—has all but been replaced with mirth, albeit glazed over and somewhat absent.

Jimin had fussed extra hard with his hair before meeting them here, and he immediately gravitates to the one who touches him so much while Taehyung stands with his arms crossed over his chest and glares. Sure, this Min Yoongi boy is pretty, but what does he have that's so god damn special?

Taehyung watches as the night progresses, and Yoongi's hand caresses the small of Jimin's back. He watches as Jimin leans in a little too close to talk to Yoongi over the loud music, and he watches as they sneak away from the group and out into the alley for a smoke. 

Jimin doesn't smoke, but of course, he accepts the joint because Yoongi offers it to him. Handsome, charming fucking Yoongi with his combat boots and his bleach blond hair. Yoongi, with his dangling silver earrings and his black eyeliner, who leans in close—too close—as he lights the joint that sits between Jimin's perfect lips. Too close as his mouth tugs into a smirk while Jimin coughs through his first inhale of smoke. 

If Taehyung had a heart, it would surely be pounding. He grips onto his hair and tugs at the strand as he watches Yoongi gently touch Jimin's cheek and mumble, "Inhale slowly and hold the smoke in." 

If Taehyung had a stomach, bile would surely rise into his throat as Yoongi leans in, one knee dipping between Jimin's legs as he mutters, "Now blow," and connects their lips, taking the smoke from Jimin's mouth into his. 

Taehyung watches in horror as Jimin giggles and he grabs onto Yoongi's red flannel shirt gently with his fingers to pull him closer, slotting their lips together for a real kiss. Jimin's first real kiss. Taehyung turns away and shakes his head, trying to focus on anything but Jimin's lips and his sounds and his body, pressed against some boy in a fucking alleyway of all places. 

And, for the first time in six months, Taehyung leaves Jimin's side. 

It takes five and a half months for Jimin and Yoongi to get into a relationship and ultimately break up, and in those five and a half months, Taehyung is in pure agony. He can’t help his outbursts of anger and jealousy as he leaves the room to give the two of them space. Eventually, his outbursts lead to him leaving the building, sometimes going as far as to walk his anger off by leaving the city altogether.  

Jimin waits a whopping two weeks after the joint in the alleyway incident to lose his virginity, and Taehyung can’t stop thinking about how it should have been him. The first kiss, the first time making love, the first time falling in love, all of that should have been him. 

And now, five and a half months after that stupid first kiss Jimin cries into his old teddy bear and wishes Yoongi would stay. Taehyung hates the bleach blond even more because Taehyung knows that if he had been all of Jimin's firsts, he wouldn't be in this position. If Taehyung had been all of Jimin's firsts, he would also be his last.

Wanting to be close to Jimin and comfort him, Taehyung sits down where he always does, on the side of the bed Jimin never sleeps, and this time, the mattress dips. Jimin's eyes flutter open, and he stares at the bed beside him, eyebrows knit as if he noticed, but then he sighs and closes his eyes again, shaking his head. 

"Jimin," Taehyung tries again, for the first time in almost a year, but his voice doesn't carry, and Jimin still doesn't hear him. 

There are times when Jimin still talks aloud as if he knows Taehyung is with him, telling him things. He'll stand in the mirror, coifing his hair and tell Taehyung that he got an A in his anatomy and physiology course despite how difficult it was, and that he's proud of himself for already feeling better about the breakup. 

Taehyung wonders if, should he make his presence known to Jimin, it would actually be something Jimin would invite, or if he would be too afraid and stop talking to him. So Taehyung does his best to keep still and quiet, and he whispers softly to Jimin that he's proud of him and that he loves him so much. 

Sometimes Taehyung wonders if he could reach out to touch Jimin, whether he actually would? He's never tried to touch another human, but what if he tries to hone the energy and touch him, the same way he puts his energy into gently inching Jimin's glass away from the edge of the table when he's not looking because Taehyung worries it'll knock it over. What if he tries to find new ways to comfort his friend?

During the summer, Jimin works at a nearby cafe. He seems to really enjoy the job and gets along nicely with his coworkers, and Taehyung finds himself standing back a little further, watching Jimin from afar as he interacts with strangers while never hovering too close. 

Taehyung loves watching the way Jimin's smile reaches his eyes, genuine and sweet, as he talks to others. And although Taehyung knows it will eat at him, he hopes that Jimin really does find someone nice and sweet to love. Someone who always makes Jimin smile like that—the way Taehyung would make him smile if he could.

As customers filter through day after day, some becoming regulars who chat with Jimin a little more and get to know him a little better, Taehyung watches soft blush paint Jimin's pretty round cheeks, and he wonders if any of those people might become regular facets in Jimin's life. 

But none of them ever do, and for the time being, Taehyung decides he doesn't mind keeping Jimin all to himself for a little while longer. 

On the first anniversary of Taehyung's death, Taehyung's family throws a gathering for friends and family to come say some words and have a meal together. Taehyung—admittedly—hasn't visited his family much since his death. And although he'll accompany Jimin to their house if he decides to go, he feels weird about it. 

Over the course of the year, Jimin has really bounced back from his grief and has seemed less and less affected by Taehyung's death. But today, he can hardly get out of bed. When Jimin finally does roll off of his mattress, he sits in the shower and cries. 

Taehyung enters the bathroom slowly, finding Jimin curled in a ball with his forehead against his knees. He squats beside the edge of the tub and bites his lip, wanting to console his best friend. Taehyung hates seeing him like this, even if there is a small part of him that feels grateful to not be forgotten. 

For the first time in a year, Taehyung reaches out to touch Jimin. And for the first time in a year, he makes direct contact with him. 

Taehyung's fingertips brush over Jimin's shoulder, and Jimin jumps, gasping as his eyes fly open and he stares straight through Taehyung. There's even a moment—a split, fleeting moment—where Taehyung thinks Jimin might actually see him. But Jimin looks around the room, searching high and low for any source of the caress while Taehyung sits, hand retracted but still suspended as he watches Jimin with wide eyes.

When Jimin starts his second semester of college, Taehyung begins to hang back and stay at Jimin's apartment some days. He's not a huge fan of the courses Jimin studies, and he would rather stay in his bed, surrounded by his sweet floral and citrus scent, with a lingering hint of musk. 

There's a part of Taehyung that worries that Jimin will meet someone in college to bring home, and Taehyung will have a repeat of dealing with his relationship he had with Yoongi, with months and months of them fucking and giggling while Taehyung has to leave and fight to get that image out of his mind.

But it's not as if Taehyung can stop Jimin from doing whatever he wants to, so he hangs back and gives Jimin his space. Despite everything, Jimin is the one person in the world who Taehyung loves more than anything, and he wants him to be happy. 

Some nights when Jimin sleeps, Taehyung reaches out and moves the hair away from Jimin's forehead. Sometimes Taehyung traces the edges of his fingers down the soft slope of Jimin's cheek, reveling in how soft and warm Jimin is. 

"I love you, Jiminah," Taehyung mutters softly. "I'll always love you so much. Please never forget me."

Taehyung stops giving Jimin privacy every time he showers. He can't help but gaze longingly at the silhouette of Jimin's taut body through the faintly transparent shower curtains. 

Jimin cares for his appearance more than ever, taking dance classes and watching what he eats, and Taehyung can't help but stare at the round slope of his ass that curves deliciously into lean yet muscular thighs. The visual has Taehyung's cock desperate for attention. 

Taehyung can't exactly cum; as a ghost, he has no need for body fluids. He couldn't explain why his cock gets hard, nor why, if he strokes it just as he would as a human, he feels sensation and satisfaction, ultimately reaching a crescendo that feels as close to an orgasm as he can remember. As far as he can tell, it feels the same as before; he just doesn't ejaculate.

It's in the doorway of Jimin's bathroom, one hand gripping onto the wooden frame as Taehyung fists his cock, stroking fast and squeezing tight as he reaches his high and his legs tremble beneath him. 

Before him, the silhouette of Jimin shows one foot lifted on the edge of the tub, and he's fingering his ass while jerking off. With his head tipped back, the column of Jimin's neck can be made out, and as he gasps and whines, bringing himself close to orgasm, Taehyung can't hold his in any longer. 

How Taehyung would love to be the one to make Jimin cum. Slowly unravel him with his fingers while sucking Jimin's cock into his throat. He bets Jimin's cum is just as sweet as the sounds that fall from his lips. 

Taehyung hasn't had an outburst in nearly a year. Ever since Yoongi broke it off with Jimin, he hasn't had a reason to storm through the walls and walk off his jealous anger. Taehyung prides himself on being a good friend and staying close. He tells himself it's what Jimin would want.

And with his newfound love of watching Jimin while he showers and enjoying their little mutual masturbating sessions, Taehyung feels even closer to his best friend than ever before.

Just as Taehyung has settled comfortably in the routine of Jimin going to school and coming right back home to study and be alone over several months, Jimin decides to switch things up, throwing Taehyung's entire strange existence off balance. 

Since the breakup, he hasn't been spending time with anyone in that old friend group, to Taehyung's great relief, and although he sees Jimin acting friendly with others at school on the days when he does follow him to class, he's noticed—with great contentment—that Jimin doesn't seem eager to make too many friends. 

Jimin, ever the perfectionist, has always been one to pour himself into his studies. Perhaps that's why he and Taehyung always remained such a tight unit with little outside interference; they never really had room for another person. 

But tonight, Jimin doesn't come home. And Taehyung begins to worry.

It's not as if Taehyung can go off looking for him. If Jimin isn't on campus, he could be infinite other places, as far as Taehyung is concerned. Even if Jimin is on campus, it's not as if he'd be so easily located.

Taehyung paces the apartment and tries to calm himself down. He tells himself that Jimin is safe, that Jimin is unharmed, that Jimin will return, and he takes his place on the couch to wait. He just has to wait a little while longer, he tells himself, and Jimin will return. 

And eventually, Jimin does return. Several hours after he usually comes home, Jimin walks through his door smiling into his phone, so distracted by whatever is on the screen that he takes longer than usual to toe out of his shoes at the entrance. So distracted that he pads over to the couch without looking up and lets his shins hitting the edge of it be his cue to twist and flop his body down. 

Taehyung sits beside Jimin in disbelief and looks over his shoulder to find out what he's smiling so much at, and he can't help but feel a tinge of discomfort where his guts would be as someone named Jeongguk confirms he's open to hanging out at 8PM tomorrow night. 

Taehyung hasn't had an outburst in nearly a year and a half, and tonight, he's reluctant to follow Jimin to his date. He doesn't want this Jeongguk character flaunted in his face, especially if this guy is anything like the last one. Taehyung questions the nature of this hangout in hopes of justifying Jimin's actions and wonders if maybe it's not a date at all, but Jimin is going out to meet a whole group of friends.

As he follows Jimin down the street, hanging back by about half of a block, he watches as he enters a bar. Taehyung hovers against a street light, clinging to it like a buoy at sea, trying to decide whether it would hurt more to find out or to turn back and wonder. 

When the anxiety of curiosity becomes too much, Taehyung pushes himself through the pole he had clung to and makes his way to the bar. Slowly, nervously, he shuffles along the sidewalk while people walk straight through him as if he isn't there at all.

Of course, Taehyung doesn't need oxygen, but he inhales deeply, holds it, and turns to the window. It's hard to see much, but Jimin's perfectly coifed dark hair that curls lightly at the ends can be seen from where he stands, and among him is a table of what appear to be others his age. Taehyung walks straight through the window and makes his way to where Jimin is sitting, and there, amongst four men who Taehyung has never seen before, Jimin laughs and smiles and makes small talk. 

And although he's happy for Jimin, Taehyung can't help but feel jealous that his best friend is so good at getting close to others. Especially the boy with wavy dark hair hanging over one eye, looking at Jimin as if he's just hung the moon in the sky.

Taehyung decides he doesn't want to stay and watch Jimin for the night. And on his way out, he uses one finger to knock over the beer belonging to the boy who looks at Jimin so fondly, causing it to smash loudly against the wooden floor.

Jimin starts going to nightclubs again. At least this group of friends has the decency to wait to go out on the weekend, but Taehyung can't help but worry about Jimin getting drunk in the tight, pretty outfits he wears. He can't help but wonder if his friends would be the type to keep Jimin safe. He worries one of those friends may even prey on Jimin's beauty in an inebriated state.

Tonight Jimin wears a bright pink crop top, a gold chain around his waist, and tight black jeans. Jimin holds dangling gold earrings up to his ears to decide on a pair to wear as Taehyung leans against the dresser with his arms crossed over his chest. He chews on the inside of his mouth while Jimin chooses a pair with pretty gold stars and smiles at himself in the mirror. 

Taehyung has never seen Jimin in a crop top. The sight is more than pleasant—firm abdominals with a hint of definition peeking between his clothing, highlighted by shimmery jewelry. Under other circumstances, Taehyung would love to see Jimin dressed this way, but not like this when Jimin plans to flaunt himself before others. Not while Taehyung is dead.

Jimin applies a dusting of pink eyeshadow to his lids and accentuates his eyelashes with some mascara, and Taehyung gawks at his friend. He can't believe how different Jimin has become since before the accident. He wonders if this Jimin even remembers him at all.

Jimin's second semester comes to an end, and rather than work at the cafe again, he begins instructing children at a local dance studio. Jimin seems to really love his job, and Taehyung enjoys tagging along and watching Jimin interact with the students. There's a glimmer in Jimin's eye that brightens the whole room. Taehyung wishes he could bottle it.

He loves watching Jimin dance. Loves watching as his lithe, toned body stretches and twists gracefully, deliberately. Taut muscle, traces of supple skin and feline-like moves—Taehyung is certain that there is nobody in this world more captivating. 

Taehyung also loves that, while moving his body to music and feeling it flow through him, Jimin truly seems happy. There's a lightness to him that's not always present otherwise. 

On the second anniversary of Taehyung's death, Jimin gets up and goes to work as usual. He has less of a pep in his step, but he doesn't cry the moment he wakes up like he did a year ago. 

Taehyung is happy that Jimin seems to be grieving in healthier ways, but there's a part of him that can't help but feel bitter. It's not that he wants his best friend to be in shambles, but would it hurt him to seem a little more remorseful?

Maybe he has to keep a brave face in front of his students, Taehyung reasons. Maybe inside, Jimin is fighting a battle that he doesn't want anyone to see. 

But as Jimin dances—precise movements with his lips curved into a sweet, tender expression—Taehyung can't help but think his best friend really has moved on entirely. Jimin smiles at the students, and the students smile back, and suddenly, the brightness feels blinding. Taehyung doesn't stick around for the end of the class. 

On the night of the second anniversary of Taehyung's death, Jimin comes barging through the apartment door, clearly drunk, with a box in his hands. Behind him, Jeongguk comes stumbling in, and Taehyung huffs and rolls his eyes as he leans against the door frame of Jimin's bedroom. 

This guy again, Taehyung thinks. Just great. 

Jimin sets the box—an unassuming tan rectangle the size and shape of something you'd keep a board game in—on the table in front of his couch and motions for Jeongguk to have a seat while he pads over to the kitchen. Taehyung can't help but keep his eyes on his best friend—graceful despite the slight wobble in his step, with his loose black tee tucked into tight blue jeans. He can't help but wonder how Jimin went from teaching his students to bringing home the doe-eyed boy, drunk, in just a matter of hours.

"Want something to drink?" Jimin asks, looking over his shoulder from his open refrigerator. His voice startles Taehyung, who glances between the two of them. "I have water, soju..." Jimin giggles, a sweet, delicate sound that makes Taehyung ache, and he continues, "...that's about it."

"Uh, s-sure," Jeongguk responds in a voice that's much meeker than Taehyung expected. 

"I gave you two choices, Ggukie," Jimin smirks as he raises an eyebrow.

Jeongguk blushes—fucking blushes—and he says, "I m-meant both are fine," and Taehyung thanks the universe he can't vomit because this—the nickname, the shy stuttering, the tension hanging in the air—all of this is absolutely fucking disgusting. 

With another devastating giggle, Jimin fills a glass of water, grabs a bottle of soju and two small cups, and brings everything to the couch. Jeongguk scoots close to one side, giving Jimin space beside him, and Jimin sets the items on the table and plops himself down. Taehyung moves across the living room and stands leaning against the front door, curious suddenly about the dynamic between these two. 

While Jimin sits with straight, confident posture, Jeongguk—the taller, broader, more muscular of the two—slouches a bit and appears uncertain. Jimin cracks open the bottle of soju and pours two cups, then hands one to his guest, who smiles shyly when their fingers happen to brush, and Taehyung rolls his eyes.  

The two of them drink quietly, and Jimin pulls his knees onto the couch so his body can twist and face Jeongguk. Taehyung considers releasing his energy and floating backward through the apartment door to get the fuck out of there when Jeongguk speaks up.

"Wanna tell me what's on your mind now?" Jeongguk asks, and all the mirth drains from Jimin's eyes.

Jimin clears his throat and glances around the room, eyes landing on the rectangular box on his table. "Today is the two-year anniversary of..." Jimin begins, but his lips falter. He reaches for the glass of water, leans forward as he takes a sip, then he sets the glass down and relaxes, turning back to Jeongguk.

"My best friend died," Jimin mutters. "T-two years ago."

Jeongguk's mouth falls open, his eyes well with tears, and there's a twitch in his hand as if he wants to reach out to comfort Jimin, but he keeps it to himself. "Oh, Jiminie, I'm—"

"It's fine," Jimin says as he shakes his head. "I mean...it's not, but...it is. I still miss him every day, and sometimes I feel like a large part of my heart is just...gone. But sometimes, it also feels like he's still here. I don't know, can't explain it."

Jimin's hands shake over his knees, and this time Jeongguk does reach out, lifting his hands and hovering them over Jimin's, but keeping distance as if searching for a sign. Jimin nods softly, and Jeongguk drops his hands, engulfing Jimin's completely.

"What was he like?" Jeongguk asks, holding a concerned gaze on Jimin's face. 

If Taehyung had a heart, it would surely be pounding. Jimin seems to be looking down at their hands, and a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "He was...amazing," Jimin mutters with an audible shake in his voice, and Taehyung lets in a soft gasp, suddenly feeling remorseful for being silent for the last two years—suddenly feeling guilty for thinking Jimin had forgotten about him.

"He was the only person who ever really saw me," Jimin continues. "I always envisioned him by my side, forever. We knew each other for so long that I could never picture a life without him. He was my rock...my safe place...my best friend in the whole world. And then, one day, he was just...gone."

Jimin's voice breaks on the last word, and he lifts a hand to wipe tears from his cheeks. Jeongguk shifts forward as if to comfort Jimin even more, but Jimin shakes his head and the soft smile returns. Slowly, Taehyung moves from the door, feeling a flurry of emotion for Jimin, and he sits with his legs crossed in front of the table, across from them.

"I'm okay," Jimin mutters. "It was easily the worst thing that has ever happened to me, and some days it feels hard to get out of bed, but I do my best. I know he would want me to do my best."

"Always," Taehyung responds quietly, wishing he could reach over the table and touch Jimin. "I always want you to do your best." 

Silence falls between them, and for the first time, Taehyung really takes in Jeongguk. Wavy dark brown hair falls just past his cheekbones, tucked behind an ear on one side. He has rounded features that make him appear soft and gentle, with a sharp cupid's peak and nicely squared jaw. And although he wears a baggy tee shirt over black joggers, and his frame swims in his clothing, Taehyung can tell by his forearms and by the way the fabric hangs over Jeongguk's shoulders that he must work out. 

There's a kindness in Jeongguk's gaze that makes Taehyung wonder if perhaps he was too quick to judge the guy's intentions, and he eases up a bit, relaxing where he sits. But the Jeongguk speaks again, and everything in the room shifts. 

"Do you think he would have liked me?" 

Jimin's eyes find Jeongguk's, and his lips curl into a smirk. He reaches up and gently pushes the other side of Jeongguk's hair behind his ear.

"Of course, he would, Ggukie. Who wouldn't like you?"

There's a tone in Jimin's voice, playful and deep—a tone that speaks volumes where his words say so little. The sound of it makes Taehyung tense up once more, and he balls his fists in his lap. 

Taehyung does not like Jeongguk.

Once again, Jeongguk blushes, but the shyness is outshined by something else—something more akin to hunger. He licks his bottom lip and smiles back at Jimin, but then his gaze moves to the box on the table, and his energy seems to shift back to something more neutral.

"Is that why you wanted the ouija board?" Jeongguk asks. 

Taehyung's mouth falls open, and he stares at the plain, unassuming package before him, unsure how to feel. While he's flattered that Jimin has decided to make some, albeit childish, attempt to contact him, he can't help but feel scorn that it's taken so long. He also can't help but feel bitter that Jeongguk got invited.

Jimin plays with his bottom lip between his teeth and flashes a playful puppy dog smile that Taehyung hasn't seen in years. "Will you try it with me?"

Instinctively, Taehyung scoots away from the table. He doesn't want to play ouija with Jimin and his fucking friend. He doesn't want anything to do with this flirtatious little exchange of theirs. 

Jeongguk leans forward and fills his and Jimin's cups of soju, then sets the empty bottle down and hands Jimin his cup. Jimin smiles sweetly as he accepts, and they tap the cups together before shooting the liquid down. When Jeongguk turns his head to take his shot, he looks directly at Taehyung, and Taehyung can't help but feel frozen in his seat. There's a warmth in Jeongguk's eye that wasn't there moments ago, and Taehyung doesn't fucking like it. 

Jimin sets his empty cup on the table and gets up to walk into the kitchen, and Jeongguk leans forward, sets his cup down, and reaches for the box. As Jeongguk lifts the lid, Jimin opens his fridge, and while Jeongguk takes out the ouija board and sets everything up in swift, delicate movements, Jimin returns with another bottle of soju.

“Have you done this before?” Jimin asks as he cracks open the bottle. He turns his head to face Jeongguk, who tugs his lower lip between his teeth.

“No,” Jeongguk responds with a lilt of playfulness in his tone. “This is my first time. You?”

Jimin seems to study Jeongguk for a brief moment, then turns back to the task of filling their small cups. He hums and says, “Guess we’ll discover how it works together.”

The groan that leaves Taehyung’s chest is one of deep annoyance, and he sits back with his palms against the wooden floor, readying himself to disappear through it at a moment’s notice. Jimin pushes a soju cup over the Jeongguk, and they both sit up straight with their butts at the edge of the couch.

The board looks like a standard dime store ouija board, with a fake wood design in the background and black ink print. The word Yes is in the top left corner and No is in the top right, the alphabet takes up most of the board, with Goodbye on the bottom. Only, this is a bootleg version that Jimin bought from a novelty shop that has everything printed in Korean.

“I think we’re supposed to put this,” Jimin begins, lifting the cream-colored planchette and setting it in the top center of the board, “here, and then we lightly place our fingers on this, and the spirit moves it around with us.”

Jimin places two fingers on the edge of the planchette, near the bulbous top end, and Jeongguk scoots in close and places two fingers near the center of it. They both stare at their hands as if deciding what to do next. 

“How do we know the other person isn’t moving it, though?” Jeongguk asks. 

Jimin turns to look at Jeongguk and, judging by his expression, seems surprised to find them sitting so close to one another. Taehyung watches as Jimin’s eyes scan Jeongguk’s face at the new distance before he blushes and looks away. 

“Are you accusing me of being a cheater, Jeon Jeongguk?” Jimin asks playfully. 

Jeongguk hums and smirks. “I don’t know, Park Jimin; are you?”

Jimin turns back to face Jeongguk, and the look on his face practically makes Taehyung spiral. Although this is a look he has grown accustomed to seeing on Jimin’s face, it’s one he only witnesses in times of passion, moments before Jimin jerks off, when he is teasing his skin and warming himself up.

If they fucking kiss on Taehyung��s deathiversary while in the throes of attempting to contact him using a cheaply made board game, Taehyung will surely evaporate into thin air. 

But they don’t kiss. Jimin blinks out of the stare and scoffs, then rolls his eyes. With a tsk, he says, “I’m wounded, Ggukie. I thought you knew me better than that.”

Taehyung watches Jeongguk’s lips flounder around like a fucking fish before he closes them tight and doesn’t respond, and Taehyung sighs with relief. Whatever the fuck those pretty lips would have said next would have surely been infuriating. 

“So, I guess we just…talk?” Jimin says, looking between their hands on the planchette and Jeongguk’s face.

Jeongguk shrugs. “Maybe let’s move this thing around a bit? To like…I don’t know, warm the board up?”

Jimin chuckles and nods his head, and they begin to move the planchette around the board in circles and waves, in a euphony of plastic scraping against lacquered cardboard. There’s a look of delight and curiosity in Jimin’s eye, and Taehyung can’t help but stare. He almost wants to interact with them to make Jimin happy. Almost.

“Okay,” Jimin says. He closes his eyes and clears his throat. “Dear ouija board, my name is Park Jimin and I am trying to find my best friend Kim Taehyung.” Beside him, Jeongguk’s face breaks out into an affectionate smile.

Taehyung sits still, unmoved. After two years of wanting nothing more than to be present in Jimin’s life, all of this feels so strange and insincere. He almost thinks hiring some shitty psychic in a back alley shop would have been less insulting. 

When Taehyung doesn’t respond, Jimin sighs and opens his eyes. He looks out into the living room, toward the far window at Taehyung’s left, allowing himself to get lost in thought before he finally speaks.

“Taehyung,” Jimin mutters softly. “I don’t know if you can hear this, but…I’m sorry I haven’t tried to do this sooner, I just…I guess I don’t even know if things like this work. And I got scared. I thought about opening myself up to something like this and getting no response and the idea of it broke my heart. But I think it’s better to at least try, so here I am…trying. Anyway, If you’re out there, I hope you let me know, sometime.”

If Taehyung had a heart, Jimin’s little speech would have surely tugged at it. He sits on the floor staring at his best friend, watching as all of the playfulness slowly sinks away and is replaced by an earnest sadness. He wants to reach out and touch Jimin—wants to move the planchette to tell Jimin he’s there, that he’s always been there—but he doesn’t move. 

“I had a dream the other night that you were lying beside me in bed,” Jimin continues. “We weren’t doing anything remarkable, you were just there. You still had the same shaggy long hair that you had when I last saw you, and you brushed your thumb over my cheek the same way you would whenever I was being a crybaby. Even though I wasn’t crying. Maybe you could sense my sadness.” Jimin smiles to himself and looks down at his fingers. 

“For the rest of the day I felt this lightness, like I was sure you were there. It carried me through the day and made me feel stronger. Just knowing you might still be here makes me feel like I can conquer anything.”

One single teardrop falls from Jimin’s eye, and Taehyung sits forward, shifting his legs around until he’s on his knees. He looks at Jimin, studies him from below, and then reaches out with one hand, thumb gravitating to the apple of Jimin’s cheek before he stops himself. 

Jeongguk’s weight shifts and Taehyung sees his hand snake around Jimin’s waist, gently pulling him into a half hug. Jimin sniffles and smiles, wiping his tears with his free hand. 

“Maybe this was a mistake,” Jimin mutters.

“It’s okay,” Jeongguk responds softly, tightening his grip on Jimin’s side. “At least we tried.”

Jimin nods his head shallowly and removes his fingers from the planchette. As his hand grabs onto his small cup of soju, the hand between his and Jeongguk’s bodies moves to rest on Jeongguk’s knee. Jeongguk’s gaze falls first to Jimin’s hand, then, with a smile, he grabs his cup. Tears continue to fall slowly over Jimin’s cheeks despite his smile, and Jeongguk moves his arm from around Jimin’s waist to reach up and wipe away Jimin’s tears with the pad of his thumb.

All at once, Taehyung stands, towering over them. His mind races with ways to separate them and get Jeongguk the fuck out of this apartment, but he settles on using a single finger to push the cup of soju out of Jeongguk’s weak grasp, dropping it to the table. 

The boys startle, and Jeongguk jumps a few inches away from Jimin, then looks around the apartment with wide eyes. Jeongguk looks nervous while Jimin looks amused. 

“This wasn’t free, you brat!” Jimin squawks while pointing to the ouija board, but Jeongguk shakes his head. 

“I didn’t do that, I swear!”

An amused smile tugs at Jimin’s lips. “Uh-huh, sure!”

“I swear!” Jeongguk responds, looking as if he had actually seen the ghost that made him drop his cup.

“Fine, I’ll humor you,” Jimin says with a chuckle. "Taehyung, darling, was that you?

Taehyung isn't sure why he's so infuriated with Jimin's new, playful tone. Maybe it's the addition of Jeongguk there. Maybe it's the fact that suddenly, all of this seems like nothing more than a fucking joke or some weird rouse to get Jeongguk alone in Jimin's flat. 

Nobody's fingers remain on the planchette, and Taehyung reaches down and pushes it over the word No. Both Jeongguk and Jimin gasp and jump back against the couch, and Taehyung swipes the whole board away, sending it crashing to the floor with a wet streak of soju following in its wake. Taehyung leans forward with his palms on the table, eye level with Jimin as he watches them.

Jeongguk looks terrified, and he scoots away from Jimin to the side of the couch where he had been sitting before, almost cowering away. Jimin, on the other hand, has his eyes fixed on the table before him, staring at the mess of soju left behind. In his fingers, his cup still dangles, and Jimin pulls himself out of his reverie enough to shoot the soju back.

"I, uh...I think I should go," Jeongguk says. Jimin doesn't argue.

The shift in the energy is palpable, and it makes Taehyung uneasy, but he doesn't move. He watches as the wheels seem to turn in Jimin's mind and notices anger in his gaze. Taehyung wonders if Jimin knows it was him who made that mess, after all.

Without another word, Jeongguk gets up, moves across the room and slides his feet back into his sneakers. He doesn't look back as he leaves the apartment, and Jimin doesn't lift his eyes to watch him leave.

Taehyung reaches out and, with the pad of his thumb, rubs over the swell of Jimin's cheek, making himself known to him for the first time since his death. He isn't sure what he expects would happen, but he imagines something along the lines of Jimin gasping and realizing his best friend is really there, crying tears of joy that they're finally reunited. 

What Taehyung doesn't expect is for Jimin's eyes to snap right to Taehyung's as if he can see him before saying, "Don't fucking touch me. Whoever you are, you're not welcome in this apartment."

Taehyung hoped the ouija board incident would be the last he would see of Jeongguk, but instead, Jimin just goes to spend time with him outside of his apartment. It started with small coffee dates between classes and grabbing a beer at night with their group of friends and progressed to them doing those things but as just the two of them. 

Tonight, Jimin stands before his mirror, putting on makeup and gazing at his figure, while Taehyung leans against the dresser as always, with his arms crossed over his chest. 

Jimin had gone out earlier to get his hair lightened and colored cotton candy pink, unlocking a level of devastating beauty that Taehyung didn't know was possible. From Jimin's ears dangle silver hoops, and he applies a light dusting of pink eyeshadow around his eyes and a matching pink, shimmery gloss to his plush, perfect lips. 

The outfit Jimin wears is surprisingly understated. A plain white tee is half-tucked into tight blue jeans with holes at the knees. His many silver rings and bracelets draw attention to his dainty hands and wrists, and Taehyung imagines he'll pair his favorite slim black boots with the black leather belt around his waist. Tangerine and lilac hang in the air as Jimin twirls around a cloud of perfume and smiles at his own reflection.

There's a swish to Jimin's hips as he leaves his apartment in the very boots Taehyung knew he would slip his feet into, and Taehyung can't help but satiate his curiosity as he follows close behind, eager to know just where the hell Jimin is going on a Saturday night, all done up and smelling like a cheap whore. 

Taehyung is surprised to discover Jimin's destination is some house party full of drunk college students listening to overproduced pop music and drinking out of red plastic cups. It doesn't take an idiot to see that this whole scene is below Jimin, and he scoffs as he takes in the chaos of the party, wondering what kind of person would be responsible for bringing a beauty like Jimin here, of all places.

Of course, it's Jeon fucking Jeongguk who greets Jimin in the kitchen with a tight hug. He hands Jimin a cup of something and roves his eyes over Jimin's body before reaching up to gently touch his pink hair. Jimin bites his lower lip, clearly pleased with the attention. 

"Wow, Jiminah," Jeongguk mutters, "you look...so pretty."

A blush plays over Jimin's cheeks that matches the tones in his hair, and he checks Jeongguk out in return, smirking as he takes in Jeongguk's muscular frame in a black tee shirt that actually fits him for once and skinny dark blue jeans that accentuate his long legs and slim waist. 

"Likewise, Ggukie," Jimin responds as he lifts his drink to his lips, holding tense eye contact with Jeongguk. 

Taehyung considers knocking yet another drink from Jeongguk's hand just to break the tension and maybe put a little more fear into the guy, but they're interrupted by some friends and, for the time being, go back to acting shy and platonic with one another.

Taehyung's next outburst comes not with a bang but with the whisper of sweet words and the light blush on Jimin's cheeks when his lips brush against Jeongguk's neck, just below his ear. 

The party has since died down, and Jeongguk is leaning against the kitchen counter, which is covered haphazardly in bottles of alcohol and mixers and abandoned plastic cups. Jimin suggests they get out of there, go somewhere just the two of them, and as his lips meet Jeongguk’s skin, Jeongguk’s breath hitches, and he lifts his hands to gently take Jimin by the waist. 

“Want to come back to mine?” Jeongguk suggests, tilting his face to look down at Jimin. 

Jimin stands on his toes and slowly, delicately rubs the tips of their noses together. With a nod, he says, “Let’s go.”

Taehyung doesn’t stick around to see the rest. He doesn’t follow them to Jeongguk’s place, and he doesn’t return to Jimin’s apartment. Instead, he walks through the front door, out into the cool autumn night, in no particular direction. 

When Taehyung’s anger reaches its breaking point, he steps into the road and materializes into something an oncoming driver must be able to see, causing them to veer quickly and crash into a pole. 

Taehyung doesn’t keep track of how long he wanders before he returns to Jimin’s apartment. Days, perhaps? Maybe a week. He roams the city, taking pleasure in fucking with unsuspecting strangers and searching for other ghosts to spend his time with. 

Although some of the paths he crosses prove interesting, he misses Jimin. Nobody else feels like home quite like his best friend. 

It’s late when Taehyung materializes through Jimin’s front door, sometime after bar time but well before dawn. Jimin lays spread out across his bed wearing a white tee shirt and tight black briefs. Smudges of black mascara are visible beneath Jimin’s eyes, and his breath smells like stale liquor. 

Taehyung sits on the bed beside Jimin with enough force to make the mattress dip, and when Jimin grumbles and shifts slightly in the direction of the movement, Taehyung tenses. With the pad of his thumb, Taehyung gently brushes over the curve of Jimin’s cheek. A soft smile tugs at the edges of Jimin’s lips, and Taehyung leans down and softly presses a kiss to that smile, breathing in Jimin’s scent—floral, fruity and musky with a hint of vodka.

Jimin groans and smiles wider. The light kiss seems to have brought him back to consciousness, and he slowly blinks his eyes open. Then, as Jimin looks around the room, he realizes that—as far as he can tell—he’s all alone. 

Taehyung can’t quite pinpoint the look in Jimin’s eyes, but there’s sadness swirling in the depths along with confusion. Jimin swallows hard and adjusts on his bed, pulling his blanket out from beneath him and covering himself with it, all the way to his mouth.

Jimin injures himself one winter morning on the way to school. It's not too serious, just a light sprain to one of his ankles, but his doctor prescribes him a rather strong pain medication.

Taehyung enjoys the few cozy days that he gets to spend with a weak, drowsy Jimin, but as soon as he feels more mobile, he begins to spend less and less time at home again, and Taehyung goes back to feeling bitter about the absence of his friend.

Taehyung begins spending more time away from Jimin’s apartment than he spends in it. No longer does he sit and wait for Jimin to come home. No longer does he watch as his pretty best friend gets ready to go to shitty house parties and loud nightclubs with his pretty little boy toy. 

Instead, Taehyung continues to stroll aimlessly through the city, pulling pranks on humans and finding other spirits to distract him. The longer Taehyung spends away from Jimin, the more bitter he becomes. At times he’s certain he hates Jimin, and he curses the universe for ruining their perfect friendship and everything they worked for over the years. 

Flashes of Yoongi and Jeongguk touching and kissing Jimin creep through his mind, and Taehyung feels furious over the fact that it should have been him. He should be the one touching and kissing and fucking Jimin, not those idiots. He is the one who stuck by Jimin’s side for all of those years. He is the one who deserves to be with Jimin. 

When Taehyung does return to Jimin’s apartment, it’s to watch him sleep and to move things around, to give him a little scare. It starts small, switching the shampoo, conditioner and body wash bottles to different spots. But then he starts to pull bigger, more obvious pranks like moving Jimin’s dishes into his dry storage cabinet and placing his bedside lamp on the other side of the room. 

Taehyung gets a rise out of watching Jimin wake up and gasp at the sight of his things moved around. It shouldn't amuse him so much to watch his best friend approach his own kitchen with a fearful look in his eye, but it does. As Jimin's hands shake and he looks around his apartment for any signs of someone breaking in, Taehyung shouldn't feel so amused, but he can't help it. 

And anyway, Jimin looks so pretty when he pouts.

This time, Taehyung doesn't have an outburst and leave. This time, when Jeongguk slithers over Jimin's half-naked body, slurring drunk compliments at the pretty boy below him, Taehyung has an outburst and makes him leave. 

Taehyung storms through the wall and swats a glass of water that sits on the bedside table, sending it flying across the room and smashing into the far wall. Both Jimin and Jeongguk squeal like scared little pigs, and Jeongguk sits up on his knees before scurrying backward away from the table where the glass was until he's tripping over himself to get out of the bed. 

Jimin pleads with Jeongguk not to go, but he's clearly too drunk and too sleepy to chase after him. As Jeongguk runs out of Jimin's bedroom and leaves with his boots in his hands, Jimin pulls his covers over his head and curls into the fetal position, letting his drunkenness and anxiety pull him quickly to sleep. 

Taehyung waits for Jimin to roll onto his back and start snoring lightly—something he does when he’s drunk and sleeping nice and heavy—and then he approaches the bed. Gently, Taehyung rubs his thumb over Jimin’s cheek, and when he doesn’t get a response, he grabs onto Jimin’s blanket and tugs it down. 

The tee Jimin wears is bunched up around his waist, and Taehyung reaches out to push the fabric further and expose his nipples. Gently, Taehyung brushes his thumb over the dusky skin, watching with delight as it reacts and stiffens. 

A soft huff of air leaves Jimin’s lips, and Taehyung leans further and flicks his dry tongue out to tease the nipple. Jimin’s soft, pebbled skin sparks something in Taehyung, and he laps at it once more, drawing a deeper moan from Jimin’s lips.

Jimin’s hand motions to push his shirt down, and Taehyung catches it, holding it still as he continues to tease his best friend. Although the touch seems to be causing Jimin to stir, it’s not waking him up, and Taehyung sits up and directs his attention lower. 

Beneath Jimin’s tight shorts is a soft bulge that Taehyung very delicately traces his fingers over. Jimin’s thighs twitch, and Taehyung nibbles on his bottom lip as his fingers dance across the ridge of Jimin’s cock head and down his shaft, to his balls. 

With a groan, Jimin reaches down and squeezes his own cock. A glance at his face shows Jimin to still be at least partially asleep, and Taehyung places his hand over Jimin’s and uses it to rub himself until he’s hard. 

If Taehyung had saliva, his mouth would surely be watering. Jimin’s hand falls away as a deeper state of sleep claims him once more, and Taehyung replaces it with his own hand, using the tips of his fingers to trace the curves of Jimin's now fully erect cock. 

“Fuck,” Taehyung mutters as his gentle touches turn firm. He envelopes Jimin’s shaft in his hand and slowly strokes up his length and down again, watching Jimin’s face for any trace of waking. 

Jimin’s mouth opens slightly, and he mutters barely audible gibberish. Taehyung’s finger rubs over a wet spot in Jimin’s briefs and presses against it, feeling more precum soak through the thin fabric. Although Taehyung has no sense of taste, he feels the need to lick it.

Gently, Taehyung removes his hand from Jimin's erection and grabs onto the hem of his briefs. He tugs on the fabric slowly, watching for any signs of alertness. Then, as the tip of Jimin’s cock comes into view, he swipes his dry tongue over his lips.

Taehyung leans down and gently rubs his lips over the soft skin below the head of Jimin’s cock, then sticks his tongue out to taste him. He laps up to the tip and collects the dribble precum, imagining what it might taste like, and he can’t help the pleased groan that escapes him. 

Jimin’s hips twitch, and he makes a sound as his hand returns to his cock. Taehyung moves his face just in time and watches in wonderment as Jimin grabs himself and strokes up his shaft as he stirs in his sleep once more. 

“Need to make sure you get drunker next time,” Taehyung mutters as he sits up and grabs onto his own erection. 

As Taehyung’s eyes rove over Jimin’s body, up to his lips, and back down to the leaking cock in his fist, he jerks himself off. “This will do for now.”

Taehyung doesn’t see a trace of Jeongguk for a while. He thinks that perhaps he’s finally scared the boy away from Jimin’s apartment for good. In fact, he's surprised he hasn't scared Jimin away. As far as he can tell, Jimin hasn't considered moving out. Perhaps he's come to peace with the idea that some bitter ghost who hates his male friend lives amongst him. 

It helps that Taehyung has stopped haunting him. It's been too long since they've shared a masturbation session, and Taehyung longs to see Jimin at his most relaxed and vulnerable.

As the semester comes to a head and Jimin buries himself in studying for exams and working part-time at the dance studio, Taehyung begins to come around to the apartment more often again.

It’s not quite like it was before, but Taehyung enjoys sitting in his best friend’s company. But where there once was longing and admiration when Taehyung would watch Jimin go through the daily motions of his life, now Taehyung just feels lust. Lust and impatience. 

Taehyung waits for the moment when Jimin sighs and sets his books aside, roving his hands over his body in search of some stress relief. Luckily, with Jimin becoming increasingly swamped with schoolwork, he spends enough time at home that he has to release his pent up energy on his own, and his sessions become more creative than simply jerking off. 

Taehyung can’t help but gasp at the sight of Jimin working a lubed-up glass dildo into his ass, and that day he reaches his dry but intense orgasm in record time. 

Jimin stumbles into his apartment shitfaced. To celebrate the end of the semester, he went out to the nightclub, probably with Jeongguk. Taehyung almost didn’t stay at the apartment, assuming that Jimin would want to go back to the doe-eyed boy’s place to get railed after so many weeks of fucking himself with toys, so he’s surprised when Jimin makes an abrupt, clumsy entrance.

Taehyung can't help but wonder how Jimin managed to get home in his current state, but he thanks his lucky stars that he made it in one piece and that he came in alone. He just needs to get Jimin naked, ideally before he passes out. 

Jimin stumbles into the kitchen and grabs a clean glass from the drying rack beside the sink. In his drunken stupor, Jimin knocks his knee into the cabinet while stepping to the sink for water and leans into the counter as he winces and groans. 

Taehyung stands with his arms crossed over his chest and smiles to himself as Jimin reaches above the sink and grabs a pill packet down. Of course he's too intoxicated to notice Taehyung put the stronger painkillers leftover from Jimin's sprain in the place where his over the counter pain medicines are kept. 

Jimin rips the wrong package open, swallows the wrong pill down with a gulp of tap water, then he makes his way to his room, eyes drooping low as he fumbles over to his bedside table and sets down his glass with a loud thunk. Then he strips down to his briefs and tee and goes into the bathroom to brush his teeth. 

Taehyung moves the glass of water close to the edge of the table, and as soon as Jimin returns, his hip bumps into it. Delight spreads across Taehyung's face as Jimin ends up spilling water all over his hip and thigh, narrowly stopping the glass from falling to the floor. 

"God, it's just too fucking easy," Taehyung mutters with a grin as Jimin strips out of his briefs. 

Jimin stands, swaying as if he's out at sea, and for a moment, it looks like he's considering grabbing a dry garment. But, ultimately, he topples onto his bed in only a shirt, with his face down on a pillow. He's asleep in a matter of minutes. 

"Shouldn't mix those painkillers with alcohol," Taehyung mutters teasingly as he changes his ghostly form from one that's dressed to one that's nude. "They'll make you really drowsy."

Taehyung gets onto the bed and straddles Jimin's ass, feeling the soft, supple skin between his thighs. With one hand, Taehyung roughly grabs Jimin by his pretty pink hair and tugs his head up. Jimin mutters softly but is out like a light and already drooling, and Taehyung scoffs, dropping his cheek against the pillow as he mutters, "Way too fucking easy."

Jimin lightly snores as Taehyung reaches for the bottle of lube on the bedside table, and he smiles to himself when he squirts some between Jimin's cheeks, and the sensation doesn't make him stir. With two fingers, Taehyung rubs between Jimin's cheeks until the pad of his middle finger dances over Jimin's puckered rim.

A deep, needy groan leaves Taehyung's chest, and he places his free hand on Jimin's ass and spreads him wide to get a better look at him. "So pretty," Taehyung moans as he rubs his finger over Jimin's hole, then pushes it inside. 

Jimin is soft, wet and warm, and Taehyung forces his entire finger in, stretching his walls unceremoniously around him. Despite being unprepped, Jimin's ass seems to swallow him eagerly. 

"Fuck," Taehyung mutters, feeling his cock ache for attention. 

It takes no time at all for Taehyung to stretch Jimin around two and then three of his fingers. He explores Jimin's ass and revels in the soft twitches and noises that he makes. Although it's not the same as getting to watch pleasure tug at Jimin's face, this is the only way Taehyung can have him, and he has come to terms with this being good enough. 

Slowly, Taehyung pulls his fingers from Jimin's ass and rubs them over his rim, up and down between his cheeks, making a nice big fucking mess. Then he pops the lube bottle open, squirts more liquid straight into Jimin's hole, and tosses the bottle onto the bed. 

Taehyung gathers some of the lube from between Jimin's cheeks and slathers his cock, groaning from the slick sensation. Then he shimmies down between Jimin's legs, spreads his soft yet muscular thighs and lines his cock up with Jimin's perfectly messy hole. 

If Taehyung had a heart, it would surely be pounding. Unlike Jimin, he has managed to uphold his half of their virginity pact, and now he's getting his reward. After all these years, he's finally getting what he thinks he deserves. 

Taehyung's fingers couldn't have prepared Jimin's tight little ass for his girth. What a shame, Taehyung thinks as he slowly sinks his tip in, stretching Jimin further around him. He thinks Jimin would have loved Taehyung's cock.

As Taehyung is swallowed by the warmth of Jimin's perfect body, he imagines Jimin on his back, pretty pink lips parted as he whines and gasps from pleasure. As he disappears into Jimin's ass, Taehyung imagines sitting against the headboard while Jimin moans and whimpers, riding him while his own leaking cock slaps against his tummy. Taehyung thinks Jimin would look absolutely heavenly on top of him. 

The squeeze of Jimin's ass is thrilling, a sensation that would surely knock the air from Taehyung's chest or make him dizzy if it could. Taehyung imagines Jimin crosseyed and begging for a chance to catch his breath before begging to be fucked. 

As Taehyung lifts his hips and presses his cock back into his sleeping best friend, he imagines Jimin might mewl and whimper, digging his tiny fingernails into the soft flesh of Taehyung's hips. If only Taehyung had soft flesh. 

"So good, Jiminah," Taehyung whines as he thrusts in a languid, deep pace. "You feel so fucking good."

Soft sounds leave Jimin's mouth, and he twitches from time to time, but his body makes no strong movements, nor does he show any signs of waking. Taehyung picks up his pace, watching with delight as Jimin's perky round ass cheeks ripple from each thrust. 

Taehyung's pleasure builds and builds, and there's a part of him that wishes he could fill Jimin's ass with cum. He wishes he could see his release drip from Jimin's perfectly puffy hole, making an even bigger mess of himself. The thought of it sends Taehyung plummeting, and he squeezes Jimin's waist with both hands as he plunges his cock in deeper, trembling through the intense bliss. 

"Fuck, baby, that's it," Taehyung whines as he sees stars and his pleasure crescendos. Perhaps this is the heaven Taehyung desired upon death. Perhaps this is the bliss he thought he would find in the afterlife. 

Taehyung pulls out and falls back against his knees, and he watches Jimin's tight pucker slowly close around nothing, glistening from the lube that still coats it. It's risky, but Taehyung stands up off the bed and rolls Jimin onto his back. 

Jimin grumbles as his limbs move like those of a ragdoll against the mattress, and Taehyung rubs his hands over Jimin's thighs, hips and tummy. It's risky, but Taehyung squirts lube onto Jimin's cock, slathers it up and shoves it down his throat. 

Taehyung slurps and sucks at his best friend's cock while sweet moans and whimpers leave his lips. It's risky, but Taehyung reaches between Jimin's legs and sticks two fingers into him, slowly fucking them in and out of his used hole while he slurps his cock down, eager to make him cum. 

Jimin moans loudly, and Taehyung's gaze flies to his face. Although Jimin appears to still be asleep, his brows are knit, and his pretty lips are parted, letting soft sounds slip between them. Taehyung continues to suck until Jimin's hips shake and tremble, then he pulls out and jerks Jimin off with his hand. 

It only takes a few pumps for Jimin to orgasm. Thick, white ropes of cum shoot from his cock, landing on his hips and tummy, and suddenly he seems somewhat alert as he whimpers and moans. At least, alert enough. Taehyung removes his fingers from Jimin's ass but continues to squeeze at his head until he's milked Jimin's pretty rosy-tipped cock of every drop. 

Jimin shivers and turns onto his side, reaching for his comforter, which is below him. When no warmth can be found, he grabs the side of the blanket and folds it over himself like a taco, all while staying more or less asleep. 

The sight of Jimin's cum spraying all over himself made Taehyung hard again, and as Jimin struggles to find comfort, Taehyung stands against the wall and jerks himself off.

It's been a while since Taehyung's watched Jimin wake up in tears, and he hates to admit how proud he feels to be affecting his best friend, just like old times. The reason may be different, but the anguish as Jimin curls into a ball in the shower looks the same.

Try as he might, Jimin has no memory of last night. He calls Jeongguk crying, begging for an explanation as to how he got home, but Jeongguk insists Jimin took a cab and that, after that, he has no idea. 

But something has to have happened because Jimin woke up in just a shirt, covered in cum with a sore ass sticky with lube. 

Taehyung doesn't have another outburst again. His haunting and drunk fucking escalates to the point of Jimin attempting to move out of that apartment and, in the process, alienating himself from his friends. The psychological horror of whatever is happening to him is so great that he begins therapy and medications. 

Jimin questions whether any of it is real or if he's experiencing hallucinations, and never seems to think it could be Taehyung haunting him and fucking with him. Taehyung finds it all incredibly amusing.

On the third anniversary of Taehyung's death, Jimin wakes up in a cold sweat moaning as he cums on his tummy. Taehyung has figured out how to rile him up and get him off all without waking him up—all without needing to get him drunk.

When Jimin finally rolls out of bed, he finds all of the furniture in his apartment is in the wrong place. He screams bloody murder and runs back to bed, pulling his cover over his head and muttering frantically to himself. Taehyung runs his hands up and down Jimin’s thighs gently over the blanket and smiles to himself as Jimin squeals and pulls away.

As a gift to mark the occasion, Taehyung takes out the old ouija board that Jimin had packed away a year earlier. The board is warped from soju and doesn't sit flat, but that's not important. All he needs is for the planchette to rest nicely over the word Yes. He wonders if Jimin will understand what he's saying yes to—that he's finally answering Jimin’s question of whether or not it was him. 

Taehyung cannot wait to see Jimin's reaction. 

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TGM QUESTION

So for my TGM readers I wanted to just follow up (starting to write the next chapter expect in the next 2 weeks)

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[marxy-06]

Favorites Rec List 3

More of my favs -> Thanks to all these incredible writers for making my day a little better :))

Kim Namjoon

Stretch you out (@chateautae)

A little bit in love with you (@joonbo)

Mr. masseuse (@lavenjoon)

"Let me take care of you" (@mintelepathy)

Fantasies (@sweetwritertanya)

Kim Seokjin

24/7 Marriage counselor (@jimlingss)

A better grip (@jinkookspencil)

A helping hand (@jjungkookislife)

You again (@gashinabts)

Soarin' (@aquagustd)

Seokjin's ho ho ho (@yoongsisbae)

Jealous (@youtifulhobi)

Sacrifices (@justcallmenikki7)

Influence (@aquagustd)

Min Yoongi

Back burner (@yoonpobs)

Escapism (@yoonlattesworld)

Finding home (@helenazbmrskai)

Strawberry icecream (@euphoricfilter)

When I needed you (@dreamescapeswriting)

The cockpile: love birds (@httpjeon)

Crescendo (@ugh-yoongi)

Apricity (@delightfulserendipity)

Jung Hoseok

All it takes (@yoongiofmine)

Nibbling it (@jjksblackgf)

The promises we keep (@vyduan)

Your body is an artwork (@borathae)

Maybe the first, but not the last time (@euphoricfilter)

Park Jimin

Oh so reluctant (@back2bluesidex)

Pretty like you (@axigailxo)

Serendipity (@angellesword)

Blowing dandelions (@httpjeon)

All I need (@joonberriess)

Apricot (@vminity21)

Triads and tribulations (@rendaze)

Star light, star bright (@readyplayerhobi)

High school sweethearts (@choiwrites)

Taste of little (@maliby)

Cherry king (@jiminrings)

Turning to stone (@jjungkookislife)

He makes you insecure (@kookiesbuckethat)

Kim Taehyung

The art of touch (@chateautae)

Nude (@btssmutgalore)

Triads and tribulations (@rendaze)

Match made in heaven (@beenbaanbuun)

"I'll take care of you" (@guqwrvte)

Library kisses (@kwanslvr)

Jeon Jungkook

Way Back Home (@solemnreads)

Stretch you out (@chateautae)

Seven Days (@bonny-kookoo)

Jock!jungkook (@joonberriess)

Tracing your tattoos (@btsugarush)

Shades of red (@thatlongspringnight)

Pu$$y fairy (@angelguk)

Idealizations concerning real life relations (@venusiangguk)

Little blue pill (@dreamescapeswriting)

Brown eyed baby (@jeonstudios)

Superstar (@jinkookspencil)

Spicy n' sweet (@thvhoe)

The ability to fathom (@hanniwrites)

Bad omega, sweet omega (@helenazbmrskai)

"I couldn't live without you" (@jungk0oksthighs)

In my eyes (@axigailxo)

"Besties for the resties?" (@jessikahathaway)

You're leaving me (@delukoo)

Love; weakness (@akinnie75)

Bloodline (@jjkeverlast)

Greek god (@bonny-kookoo)

Size kink (@lavenjoon)

Ex on the beach (@beahae)

Off-league (@hansolmates)

Accidental roommates (@jjkeverlast)

Good girl (@bonny-kookoo)

Crazy (@kookiecrumb)

Curious boy (@jinkookspencil)

Confident (@h0neypjm)

Still perfect (@cupoftaae)

OT7

Trouvaille (@spookyserenades)

A comforting hand (@purpleyoonn)

Abundance (@angelicyoongie)

Appreciation (@vminizzle)

Reaction: faking orgasms (@dreamescapeswriting)

Mean kitty, soft kitty (@purpleyoonn)

Best of us (@bts-trash-blog)

You belong (@imnotlauriane)

(If you have any recs pls share, especially for Hobi, Jin, & Rm :))

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