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sugarushsuga · 2 years

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New Year's Resolutions

Genre/Au's: Smut; Idol!Verse

Paring: Jimin x F-Reader

Words count: 8.084

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Smut, penetrative sex, protected sex, sightly exhibitionism, cheating.

Synopsis: New Year’s party with old friends make old feelings resurface. You don’t have many expectations or resolutions for the up coming year. Until Jimin brings a new light over all the old things left behind.

Author note: This fic has been sitting on my files for months now, I kept waiting to edit it since I wanted to post it on New Year’s Day. But since I’m on a pity and can’t seam to write to save my life, I just decided to edit it and post to not let the Angel’s birthday go by without a fic for him.

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Breathing the cold air of the night you close your eyes and rest back on the soft couch. You don’t intend to stay out for long, just enough to recharge your social battery a little bit longer. It’s cold like every New Year’s in winter, the balcony has an amazing view from the river, where the fireworks show will be held when the clock strikes midnight.

But right now, there are still a few hours to go and so most of the party goers are still inside enjoying the heated room with drinks and food. Outside it’s only you and another two people who are further away smoking a cigarette.

You sigh tiredly. It has been weeks or maybe even months since you agreed to attend this New Year’s party, you even got pretty excited about it, a chance to dress up and meet up with your friends from school, the ones you are still in touch with and the ones you’ve lost touch over the years. One of them is the co-owner of the hotel and offered the place for the party.

And that should’ve been a hint that this party wouldn’t be anything more than an excuse for your old classmates to try to overpower and overshadow each other’s accomplishments and richness. You hate it. Not that you are doing bad, you just don’t enjoy rubbing your accomplishments on others' faces, you are sure everyone worked really hard to be where they are even if it’s not where they dreamed to be. You don’t understand what is the need to or why people want to show they are better or more accomplished. Who has a better job, who lives better, who already have kids, who is married, who is engaged, who has a boyfriend and, oh! Did you see? That one is single, poor classmate. Or, their significant other is not well accomplished.

Once again you feel out of place with them, just like in the old school days.

You swill the Champaign in your flute, taking a sip you rest your head back enjoying the way the cold December air burns your throat as it fills your lungs. Alone enjoying the freezing cold air, until a shadow blocks the light coming from the ballroom inside.

“Is your New Year’s resolution to freeze yourself before the new year actually starts?”

Opening your eyes, you see the tall man standing in front of you, the light making his shadow a tall monster over you. He has a back suit, no tie, top buttons undone, some chains around his neck, his hair perfectly styled back, shiny shoes, one hand in his pants pocket and the other holds a Champagne flute like yours. You’ve seen him dressed like that one hundred and a million times and you still get dumbfounded by the view. This time is even more breathtaking since it is not just a photo or video of him.

“Jimin,” you say, taking another sip of your drink.

“Your date is inside having the time of his life with our friends. He seems to fit in with them as if he has always been part of the group, and you are out here alone.” He says tilting his head.

“I’m not alone, Junhee and his date are out here smoking.” You say.

“They are?” He raises a brow. “Pretty sure I saw them walking in a couple of minutes ago.”

You look around the balcony and he is right, they are not here anymore.

“Why are you alone?” He asks, this time his voice is softer.

You sigh as you organize the words inside your head. “I- I’m tired.” Your sentence sounds a lot more like a question than an affirmative and you kick yourself mentally for it.

“Of the social gathering? Of meeting up with our old class? Of your date, or just really hiding from it all?” He asks with a hint of a smile on his lips as he sips his Champaign, half of his flute is gone now.

“All of those?” You mutter shrugging your shoulders feeling cold. You left your coat at the coat check at the beginning of the party.

“You know, you didn’t need to come if you didn’t want to.” He shifts his weight from one leg to the other making the shadow over you dance from one side to the other.

“I did want to come, but once I got here, I wanted to leave.” You admit looking at the glass in your hand.

“Y/n,” his voice is sweet when he calls your name. “If you don’t want to be here you can always leave, there is no problem in doing it.”

You look up and Jimin is staring at you, his eyes intense and sweet, his angelic face is serious with genuine concern for an old friend. That's just so like him. To be selfless, to be concerned for everyone around him, to come outside in the cold to console an old friend who is putting herself down for comparing herself with the others inside.

If anything, you should be feeling even worse now that you are facing Jimin. If not, he is the most successful one at the party -of course Taehyung is tied with him, but since Taehyung is not the one here, Jimin is the most successful one present at this moment. BTS is at the all-time top, and nothing seems to be slowing them down at any time soon. And yet here he is, chugging down his flute of Chandon and watching you wallow in self-pity.

“You don’t understand how much I hate myself for feeling like this, I know they are no best and I’m no worst but, still I can’t help feeling like I have nothing I can ever brag about. I was never the best at any of our classes, I didn’t go to a prestigious university, I didn’t study abroad, I don’t have a company with billions of net worth… l, I just don’t have anything to ever brag about.” You press your eyes closed hating how you just poured all of this out to him.

“Y/n,” Jimin takes a seat by your side, his Champagne flute is now empty. “You don’t have to compare yourself to others, I know it is much easier said than done but it’s true. They don’t live your life and I’m sure there are people who’d like to be where you are right now, plus you do have some things to brag about the old days, you just don’t recall it.”

Scoffing, you turn to look at him. “Being good at claw game machines is no skill to brag about, Jimin.”

“Oh! That one is a good one, but I wasn’t talking about that.” He takes your glass and drinks your Champaign in one sip. “You were Taehyung’s first, real, kiss.” He points at you holding your empty glass.

You roll your eyes. He is right, but that is nothing to brag about, also most people would just think you are lying about it.

Some of your old classmates might remember it, but if you ever bring it up, they probably will just pretend they don’t, and without Tae to back it up you’d never bring this up. -Also, you’d never recall this happening in respect of his relationship, it was just a truth of dare game when you were still in high school.

“Jimin, is not like I can just bring this up, they won’t believe it or pretend they don’t remember, plus it has been almost ten years since then.” You scoff.

“Hm… true, what about… the fact you were my first time?” He asks with a shiny innocent smile making you choke on the cold air.

“Jimin!” You censor him.

“What? It’s true!” He presses.

“It doesn’t matter!” You press the back of your hands in your burning hot cheeks averting your gaze from him.

“But it’s true, it was my first and honestly the best time I ever had.” He chuckles at your reaction.

“Okay, I know you want to make me feel better, but there is no need to lie.” You fan your face looking away from him.

“Is not a lie.” He takes one of your cold hands in his warm one. “You know, I hated when you kissed Taehyung, because I had a crush on you. And that day we spent together was really the best one for me.”

“Jimin,” you plead, biting your lower lip.

“Y/n, what else do I have to do?” He tugs on your hand in a way of asking you to look at him and you do. “I’ve liked you for over ten years, I’ve dated other people, I had tons of sex around with other idols, with celebrities from all over the word and still, when I come here I rather spend my time freezing outside in the cold watching you drowning yourself in pity just because your boyfriend fits in with our friends much better than you ever did. Instead of standing there and hearing them all praise me, fill my ego after they had spent years saying that I was never gonna make it.” He rants, voice taking a harder tone as he goes on. “Even now when I’m admitting that I’m still head over heels for you, you push me away because you think that for some twisted reason you aren’t enough when I’m just saying that you are the only one I want.”

You don’t answer him. He is right in everything he said, and you hate it how you can’t put up walls around your heart when it comes to him. Jimin always had the ability to see through you, maybe that’s why you always have been attracted to him. He is the only one who can untangle the mess of feelings and thoughts inside your head. The only one who’s words hurt you but warms you all at the same time. The one you had to let go so he could pursue his glorious and bright future without any hold backs or worries.

At any point you were too pretentious to think he wouldn’t get where he is because of you. No. You always knew he and BTS would make it. But he wanted to date you and you wanted him to live his life to the fullest, to enjoy his every day, his every night, to find his pleasure anywhere he was at, and being tied to you would only hurt you both. Maybe things would end up in a bad way, with both of you hurt, so you let him go. Said that you only wanted to be friends with benefits and if that wasn’t enough you should try to only stay friends.

He kept in touch from time to time, a text message here and there, a few years without seeing each other due to his busy schedule. Friendly greetings on the few gatherings he managed to go to, always with someone else, usually Taehyung, standing in between you two.

This is probably the longest time you both had ever been alone since then.

“If you want to stay here drowning your sorrows in Chandon, fine, go ahead.” Jimin drops your hand as he gets up from the couch.

He places his blazer on your shoulders before he takes both flutes and heads back inside. The blazer is still warm from his body, you can’t help but pull it tighter around yourself and sniff the expensive fabric in an attempt to feel him closer to you.

You stay there wrapped in his jacket thinking about what he just told you, he is right about you putting yourself down in light of others, you always thought of yourself less than the others, maybe the reason why you never really fitted in has always been for your lack of confidence in yourself. Since you always saw yourself as less you never felt the honesty of others when it was aimed at you.

Just like you always diminished Jimin’s feelings for you, he always made them known and clear, but you just brushed it off as him trying to comfort you for not being great at anything, just an average person living an average life.

A commotion inside gets your attention, from the big glass wall that leads to the inside of the ball room you can see Jimin, Taehyung and some of the other guys drowning glasses of some drink you can’t make out from the distance. Seunghyun, your date, is taking part in whatever game they are playing.

Seunghyun is not bad, you are not in love with him, and you don’t think you’ll be. You do think he looks good, strong jaw and overall good looking, but he doesn’t make shivers run up your body or your heart race when you know you’ll see him. He sees you as an asset, you look good by his side, it makes him look good in the picture. Both your mothers have been friends for years.

The blind date they set up for you seemed good last month when you met him. You’ve been on 7 dates with him. Mostly dinners and the end of year company parties. He did try to make things more serious, but you don’t feel as if you are on the same page as him. You don’t feel seen or heard when you are with him, much less cared about.

As you walk to your late twenties your mother has been nagging you about finding someone to build a family with. You need to start dating someone who you can marry and have kids with, you need someone who you can care about, who will be by your side when you grow old. When she talks about this someone, she refers to your future son or daughter, as you both know well that husbands and fathers can just walk out of your life as if you never existed, but the kids remain.

But when you think of this someone she talks about, you picture a 19 year old boy, with rounder cheeks, dark hair, soft eyes and plumb lips. With an angelic voice and dark eyeliner. A boy who touched your body as if he was touching the most delicate art work ever made in history. One who kept asking nonstop if this is fine, that was always humming your favorite song, which turned into a man you see on tv, hears on the radio, is everywhere followed by millions.

When you look inside again the game is over and everyone is scared in groups chatting and drinking and laughing, waiting for the clock to strike midnight ending this year and starting a new, hopeful one.

You get up and shiver as the ice cold wind brushes through your body, slipping your arms though the arm of the blazer jacket. Your steps are shaky from the cold and also from the fear that guides you. You can’t feel the biting cold of the glass door as you push it open walking into the ballroom. Just the kids who are playing closer to the door that take notice of you walking in, everyone else too engrossed in their own bubble.

You look though the groups searching for the man who came with you, but your eyes seem to have a target of their own, they land on Jimin more times than you’d like to admit. He knows you are looking at him, at one time he stares back even raising his Champagne flute at you before taking a sip.

You take a flute from a passing waiter and walk around the room looking for your date. Trying your best to avoid the man your eyes and body crave for. After Jimin’s confession, you can’t pretend anymore that you don’t have feelings for him. He made it all come out from the place you buried it on the day you turned him down. And now you think it is just too much to be in a room full of people and him and pretend like you are just fine with things as they are. As if you aren’t boxing all the what ifs scenarios that your head tries to play with all the possibilities of the past.

“Y/n,” your spinning thoughts are paused by Seunghyun calling your name. “Have you meet Iljung’s wife, Chaerin? She also works on the finance market.” He says putting his arm around your shoulders, not noticing, or not commenting about the jacket you have, he places a new flute of Chandon on your hand and drives you to the couple.

Yes, you’ve met her before, on a few class meetings and on their wedding day. She is pregnant with their second child and it’s going to be a boy. They have a two year old girl called Chaeil, who looks just like her mom.

You do some small talk with them, Iljung and Seunghyun became best friends in the last few hours, as Jimin pointed out, he does fit in with your friends much better than you do. For the first time since ever, the thought doesn’t seem to annoy you, you actually don’t care about it.

As if pulled by a magnet your eyes land on him. Jimin is by the bar with Taehyung and a group of people, mostly women.

You are so immersed in your thoughts that you don’t hear when Chaerin calls you, twice.

“Yes?” You jump once she touches your arm.

“Can you go to the toilet with me? I need a little hand to open my jumpsuit.” She asks.

“Oh, of course not. If you excuse us.” You say drowning your Champaign before following her. You only realize she is wearing a jumpsuit now that she mentioned it. Most of the women in the party are wearing long dresses to keep their body warm.

“I’m sorry to ask this, but I’ve been wanting to pee for so long and Iljung can’t just come with me to the bathroom.” She says making small talk.

“Oh, don’t worry about it.” You caress her back and walk with her to the bathroom. Once in there you help her with her jumpsuit, she goes inside a cabin and locks the door.

“You know, I was pretty surprised when I saw Jimin and Taehyung, I didn’t know you all had gone to school together. I was feeling so weird tonight, no dress looked good on me and then Jimin said that I’m the most beautiful woman in the party. I know he was just being sweet, but I can’t help but feel this sincere honesty in his words. It just made my sadness go away.” She says as the sound of her peeing fills the, otherwise, empty bathroom.

“Jimin, doesn’t say things just for saying, he always means what he says.” You hear yourself saying.

“You two seem pretty close.” She points.

“No, we aren’t, we are just old friends from school. Plus, that is what all his interviews say, you know it is so hard to not see or hear anything about BTS these days…” You chuckle nervously.

“Hm…” she hums, getting out of the stall and turning her back at you. You zip up her jumpsuit and fidgets with the button on the blazer sleeve.

Luckily Chaerin seems to forget the topic and move on, she starts talking about the food and how everything is so tasty, especially the cheese pasties, she was never a big fan of it but since the pregnancy… you tune out her words, nodding, humming and dropping a “really, don’t you say it” here and there. Your thoughts are consumed by Jimin.

Back to her husband and your date, they are now talking about real estate and how Iljung and Chaerin managed to buy this big house in a noble neighborhood for half of the market price. The pregnant woman joins the conversation very excitedly talking about the renovations they did and the kids' rooms.

Three champagnes later the topic remains, you nod and smile here and there agreeing to everything that is said, your eyes traveling from one side of the room to another from time to time following the angelic smiles and perfectly styled hair.

Taehyung approaches your group to bid his farewell and wish everyone a great turn of the year. He is leaving, not waiting for the fireworks. On the short conversation you had with him earlier - when Seunghyun was very immersed in talking with Jimin and some other guys at that moment. Taehyung confessed that he and Jimin were just dropping by to see the old friends, they were actually, turning the year on a private party that Hoseok was doing, a lot less people, much more private and no chances of being filmed drunk or put in a difficult situation. He also mentioned the fact that the significant others of the dating members would be there too.

“Hey, I just wanted to wish you all a happy new year, since I’m already leaving.” Taehyung smiles.

“Oh? Already?” Chaerin pouts. “Why are you leaving so soon? Are you not going to see the fireworks? Are you going to spend it alone?” She shoots question after question without taking a break to breath.

You give him a look of sympathy feeling bad that probably a lot of people there are wondering the same thing if not trying to find out where he is going to.

“No, I’m not spending it alone, I’ll spend it with my parents and sister. They are already waiting for me.” Taehyung gave her a polite smile.

“It was great to see you, we should meet up more often.” Iljung suggests and Taehyung nods in a way that says that is not going to happen.

“It was a pleasure to meet you. I'll be looking forward to the next class reunion to talk to you again.” Seunghyun offers to shake his hand.

Taehyung gives you an impressed look and takes a step in your direction pulling you into a hug.

“I had the impression you weren’t that serious with him.” He whispers in your ear.

“We are not serious, I’m not in love with him.” You say patting his back.

“That’s good, great actually!” He says with a mischievous smile as he breaks the hug. “I’m really happy to see you again Y/n, I’m looking forward to seeing you more often. I’m quite sure it’ll be sooner than we imagine.”

“Wha-“ you cut yourself realizing the others can hear you.

Taehyung smooths the blazer over your shoulders before giving both men another hand shake and a quick hug on the pregnant woman and waves his good-byes before moving to the next group and leaving the party in another five minutes.

Once again you can’t really focus on the conversation that your group engages, your eyes scan the party looking for the man that borrowed you, his blazer. You can’t find him, maybe he left together with his group mate, who makes you wonder why he didn’t say goodbye. Iljung is telling some old story about how he used to play football with Taehyung and Jimin and how the other members, trainees at the time, also joined.

Some other people join the group, mostly your male classmates, they all share stories about their adventures during physical education with your famous friends. Sometime during this talk Chaerin moves to stand by your side. You don’t notice it until she caresses the blazer sleeve where your arm is.

“This is such a nice blazer. Who does it belong to?” She asks directly with a low voice, so others won’t hear it.

“What?” you ask, trying to cover your surprise with confusion.

“Seunghyun still has his own, so it is not his. Suddenly you had it on, I didn’t see anyone giving it to you.”

“I- I don’t know” you reply trying to keep your face neutral. “I found it outside when I went to take some air.”

“Oh!” She nods. “Maybe you should look at the pockets, it may have something to identify who it does belong to, maybe the coat ticket.” She watches you expectantly.

Under her intense gaze you make the body tap dance, palming the pockets of the jacket, pretending to look for some identification of who the jacked may belong to. On the right outer pocket, you find some sort of paper, you take it out and look at it, just that is not the coat ticket, it is bigger and thicker, it has a number on it but not the coat number.

“See?” Chaerin says smiling, “everyone came with a coat now we can find who the blazer belongs too” she smiles wildly.

“Yeah…” your voice trembles and you hope she doesn’t hear it.

“Maybe it is from someone who is not at the party, I don’t remember seeing many guys without their jackets.” Chaerin keeps on blabbing as she tugs you by the arm leading you away from the group of men talking about football teams.

“Where are you going?” Stopping you watch her.

“Where else? To the coat check, let's solve this mystery.” She says excitedly.

“Hm… but, we have to go down stairs, are you gonna be fine?” You bite your lower lip hoping she takes your nervousness as worry.

“Oh, that’s true…” she deflates a little. “But on the other side there is the elevator we can take it.” She chips, changing her direction.

“But won’t people think it's weird we’re going down? They may think you are not feeling well and get worried.” You quickly add trying to find a way out. “What if-“ you say, coming up with a plan. “You stay at the party, and I quickly go down stairs, check who the jacket belongs to and come back up? That way nobody will get worried about you.” -and you won’t find out this isn’t a coat ticket- you mentally add.

“But what if people ask about you?”

You doubt anyone will do it. “Just say I went to the bathroom, it's in that direction anyway.”

She stops to think, biting her lower lip and tapping her chin. “Yeah, it’ll only take you about five minutes, right?” You nod. “Fine, but you come straight to tell me, okay?”

Nodding you turn towards the door that leads to the bathroom and to the stairs that leads to the first floor of the hotel. You take quick steps holding on the handrail to make sure you won't fall as you descend it. Once in the lobby floor you need to look around to spot the elevator, you weren't paying attention to the hotel interior when you came in with Seunghyun.

Once you spot it, you make your way trying to look confident and like you know where you are going. Pressing the button, you pray that no one at the party has decided to spend the night in the hotel or is leaving early, you don't want an awkward encounter.

When the door pings open you get inside as fast as possible trying to not twist your ankle in your haste. You press the 29th floor button and pray that nobody shows up before the door closes.

Once you are enclosed in a metal box, your nerves start to bite at you again. Your palms start to sweat, and you think you are shaking. Trying to convince your own self that it is from the cold, as you clean away the thoughts of what are the chances that he is there? that he hasn’t actually left? that he is waiting for you? What if he is there? What if he is waiting for you? Then what? What if he is there with someone else? Then what?

There is no time to think on the answers, the doors slide open making you look up. Knowing you need to get out your feet seem to glue on the floor, and you can’t move. Wouldn’t it be easier if you just dropped the blazer at the coat check saying you found it somewhere? They will go through the pockets and find the room key, they will ring the guests and tell them about it. The doors ding, signaling that it's closing and you take a step putting your hand in between them to stop it.

Stepping out of the elevator the room card burns inside the blazer’s pocket. Taking small and short steps you find yourself in front of the room. There are few rooms on the floor, as they are the master bedrooms. With trembling hands, you scan the card on the door’s lock. The green light blinks, unlocking it. You don’t know when your brain commands your hand to push the door open, but you do.

The lights are dim, the white dress shirt is thrown carelessly over the couch in the room’s living room. Other than the Valentino's expensive shiny black shoes there aren’t any more discarded clothes. The whole room is quiet, and you wonder if it’s because there isn’t anyone in there or if it’s because your heart beats so loud in your ears that it muffles all else. Entering the master bedroom, he’s there.

Black pants on a new jacket on, this one is blue with gold and many flowers embroidered on it, a glass of wine in his hand, his back faces you as he watches the night sky through the window wall.

“And here you are, hiding away, drowning your sorrows in Chardonnay.”

“Chardonnay is better than Chandon. I didn’t think you’d come” he admits looking at you through the reflection in the window.

“I shouldn’t have come.” You stare at his eyes in the reflection.

“You shouldn’t have.” He confirms. “But I’m happy you did.”

He places the wine glass on the table by the window and turns towards you. Your eyes follow the links of the chains around his neck going down his torso, traveling to the soft lines of his defined abdomen. A spark rises from your core and spreads through your body. You should leave, and yet you take a step in his direction.

“I thought you would spend the turn with your members.” You look around the room, there is a carry-on suitcase open in the further corner of the room by the bathroom door. The lights are on in the other room, the door ajar.

“That was my safe option, but this is where I’d really wanted to be. Even though I’m scared to make the turn alone in this room.”

“You can always go back down to the party.” You comment stopping by the table and looking down the window. The party balcony is softly illuminated, and is quite far away from where you are now.

“This is where I want to be, not down there.” Jimin repeats, eyes boring holes on your face as he stares at you looking down.

“My boyfriend didn’t even care that I was gone.” You turn toward him fidgeting with the room key in your hands.

“Y/n,” Jimin’s voice is soft, calling your name. “I won’t ever know what you want, what you are feeling if you don’t tell me.” He places a strand of hair behind your year.

You - the voice in your head screams at him. But your mouth says. “I have a boyfriend.” Still your head tilts and you press your cheek in his warm hand.

He caresses it for a moment, before his hand slides down your cheek, through your neck, his finger tangles with the hair on the back of your neck, his other hand finds it way around your waist. Stumbling you crash hard against his chest when he pulls you to himself.

Jimin’s plump lips are warm and taste like wine. The press of his lips is soft, contrasting with the way his hands grab at your body pressing you hard against his own. Your lips part, taking his bottom lip on yours, sucking on it, savoring the wine taste and the soft groan that comes from the man.

His lips part from yours only to come back, this time with hunger as his tongue passes by your lips finding its way towards yours, his wet muscle caresses yours in a dangerous dance. Your moan is swallowed by his lips. The hand on the back of your head guides you so he can deepen the kiss.

Your mind is hazy once he finally breaks the kiss. Maybe it is the lack of air, to which you take a deep breath, but maybe it is all because of the way he looks at you, eye hooded, dark with lust and that warmth of his genuine care. Your arms wrap around his waist, he trembles in your arms when your cold hands touch the bare skin of his back.

“Y/n” Jimin's voice comes out rough.

His Adam apple bobbing up and down as he shallows, you place a soft kiss on it, and then another on more to the left, and yet another following up to his jaw. The hand on your waist slowly slides down to your ass, his head rolls back exposing more of his skin is a clear invitation that you don’t even need to think twice.

Wetting your lips, they follow the muscle up his neck, licking and kissing their way to the ink behind his ear. You breath softly against the spot and his fingers dig on the fabric of your dress groping your ass. The bulge pressing against your lower stomach grows harder and so does the wetness on your center. You kiss the teasing mole on his collar bone.

Jimin doesn’t take his hands off of you, they travel up and down your body, grasping at the fabric of your dress, digging on your skin, trying to get more but at the same time waiting for your approval, for your permission. Caressing your shoulders, he removes the blazer from your shoulders and carelessly throws it on the floor, fingers reaching the zipper on the back of your neck. His eyes stare at yours in a silent question, his hands only work again when you nod.

The easy way he manages to undo your dress adds weight to his words from earlier, he did get more experienced over the past years. His fringes brush your shoulders again as they push the fabric off, his hands are warm and they tremble slightly, betraying his confident stance. You take your hands off him to help him rid your body from its confinement.

Taking a sharp breath Jimin drops your dress on the floor and stares at your body. “Fuck!”

A shiver runs up your body at the same time heat pools in your middle. His hungry eyes follow every curve of your body, taking their time over your bare breasts and the fabric of your blue-stay-at-home panties. A smirk spreads over his lips.

“You didn’t plan the night to go anywhere close to this.” The teasing in his voice has heat spreading through your cheeks.

“Jimin-“ you mumble looking away towards the night outside the window.

“I’m glad you weren’t planning on having sex with that asshole.” He breathes against your ear. Hands caressing the exposed skin of your hips, traveling up your sides, cupping your breasts, thumbs and index fingers automatically pinching and rolling your nipples.

Your eyes fall shut against your will, you don’t want to close your eyes, you want to watch Jimin, you want to see him devour you with his dark lusten eyes. Your lips feel dry from being parted from so long letting gasp after gasp out in approval of his ministrations over your body. His lips brush over your neck, hot breath sending goosebumps down your spine.

Plumb lips suck hard on your sweet spot at the same time his index finger slips past your panties band tracing a line down your pussy, your hands grab at the thick expensive fabric of his jacket. He brushes over your swollen clit. Your moan is obscene when he circles your drenched entrance. You clench around nothing.

“I could come just from feeling you up like this.” Jimin admits.

Your eyes travel from his angelic face down his body, stopping at the tightness on his crotch. Commanding your fingers to let go of his jacket you gently push it off of his shoulders, caressing the skin of his arms as the fabric falls off. Your hands make their way back up, caressing his lean muscular shoulders, lightly pressing the skin on his collarbones, down to his toned chest. Biting your lip, you look up at him. His dark eyes follow your every move, drinking every caress you offer.

You feel his sharp intake of air when your fingers caress over his nipples, slipping down to his abdomen, he flexes the muscles there, making you giggle softly. The few strands of hair underneath his navel are soft and disappear inside his pants. Just as he did to you, you look up asking for his silent permission.

Jimin nods.

Your hands shake as you hold the fabric of his pants and try to pass the button through its loophole. His warm hands cover yours, stopping all your movements. Is reassuring. It warms you inside, knowing that he won’t move further if you don’t want to. But you do, and for the first time in so long, you are confident that this is what you want.

You tiptoe to press your lips on his. Jimin is quick to respond to your kiss, hands cupping your cheeks and angling your head so he can deepen it. You fumble a little but manage to undo his pants, caressing his waist as you push the fabric of pants and boxers off his round muscular ass. You can’t help yourself but pinch his back side.

Jimin yelps and laughs with you. Kicking the mount of clothes away he lifts your chin pressing a soft kiss on your lips. “Are you sure about it?”

You nod. He doesn’t move.

“Just like the sun will rise in the morning. I’ve never felt this right in my life.” You admit looking into his eyes, showing him the deepest desire that burns in you. Your heart has belonged to him for so many years that you always thought everyone could see it.

He caresses your cheek with the back of his hand. Taking a step back, Jimin peaks your lips before heading to the open suitcase across the room, he throws a few more of his expensive perfectly folded clothes to the floor before finding a condom. Ripping it open with his teeth, Jimin pumps himself a couple of times before unrolling the protection on himself. The foil is also thrown to the floor.

Licking your lips, you swallow the saliva that gathers in your mouth as you focus on the muscle in between his legs. Once he is back in front of you his teasing smirk makes you blush and look away. Seeing your putty reflection in the windows you avert your eyes to the floor.

“Come on Y/n, I’m sure you don’t find these grandma panties sexy.” He jokes.

“They are comfortable.” You pout.

“They are a turn off.” Jimin keeps making fun of it.

“You don’t seem turned off.” You defy raising a brow and pressing your finger to the head of his proud standing cock.

“You know that just one look from you and I’m hard as rock.” He confesses making your jaw drop. Averting his eyes to your blue panties he adds, “if you want to stop, we can stop it, at any point. I won’t get mad or upset with you.”

“Jimin,” you call, waiting until he looks back into your eyes. “I don’t want to stop, I want you to fill my body, because my mind is already full of you. It has been for the past years.”

You push your panties down and the wet fabric clings to your pussy, stretching the clean lubrification once it's peeled from your skin. Jimin licks his lips as if he is watching a full meal set in front of him after being starved. You kick the wet fabric aside.

His right hand rests on your hips as his lips find yours once again. Your hands tangle on his dark hair, messing it up. The kiss is sweet despite the hunger burning inside both of you. Jimin, caresses your side, raising your leg to rest against his hip. You can hear the wet sound of your folds partying with the movement. He smiles in the kiss, and you tighten your closed eyes trying to control your embarrassment.

Jimin presses your back to the glass, and you jump in his arms as the cold glass shocks your heated body. His lips move to your neck, hot breath fanning your skin as his fingers caress your sides.

Keeping one hand at his neck the other hand helps him guide his cock. He presses it to your wet folds, using your natural accumulated lubrification to wet his protected hardness. Pressing his head to your clit you moan as he tugs on your bottom lip. You press his head into your entrance lifting yourself on your tiptoes.

Steady and slowly, Jimin pushes in, thrusts himself into you, savoring the warmth that welcomes him, feeling your fluttering walls around him. His head falls back as throaty moans escape his lips, a new wave of your arousal coats the protection upon hearing the sound coming from the man in your arms.

Kissing his neck, you bask in the feeling of being rightfully full. Jimin has bottomed out on you, his thickness is just right, enough to feel a comfortable stretch. He rests his forehead on yours, his breath fanning across your face as he makes eye contact with you. The first thrust is shallow, more a roll of his hips than an actual trust.

The next movement half of his cock is pulled out before he pushes it back in, it’s a slow steady pace, you close your eyes concentrating on the feeling of him filling you up whenever he thrusts into you. Your clit lightly brushes against his skin. That warm fluffy feeling filling your body, growing inside of you.

Jimin’s moans are soft, matching yours, more like breathing against your neck. He is feeding himself without a rush. He is savoring how your walls take him, remembering how you felt on your first time. You were both inexperienced but even then, he felt just like the right fit for you.

Tentatively you roll your hips during his trust, the harder friction makes you gasp louder. Jimin’s soft lips whisper sweet nothings in your ear, encouraging you to keep going like that. Whispering your name, saying how good you feel. Your lips keep on calling for him, pleading him to not stop. And he doesn’t.

Trusting faster on you his body starts to gleam with sweat, the warmth inside you grows hotter, your walls tighter, as the waves of pleasure spread through your body, his moans grow louder just like your calls for his name. He presses you so hard against his chest that you think you’ll get tattooed on it. You can fill your bugging stomach against him every time he trusts in you.

You feel a tightness inside of you growing, as the waves of pleasure grow stronger, you roll your hips faster, chancing your high, his cock is moving faster, until they are gone.

You stumble as you open your eyes. There’s some noise outside but you can’t make it out too astonished by how Jimin just pulled out of you.

“What th-'' you try to question him. He’s clearly also fucked up and annoyed by his own interruption.

Jimin cut your words with a hard press of his lips on yours. “Turn around” when you don’t move, still annoyed, he turns you by your shoulders. “Look outside.” He instructs, stepping behind you, he uses his feet to part your legs widening your instance. You feel him aligning himself in your entrance once again. He trusts in, swiftly and all at once this time.

“Fuck” you moan loudly as his head caresses your sensitive spot. Looking outside you see people gathering at the balcony way too many floors below you.

Jimin presses his body on your back and you arch it so he can hit your spot over and over during each one of his trust. Placing your hands on the glass to not hit your face on it the cold glass brush over your hardened nipples sending shivers over your body. His index finger finds your swollen and neglected clit. With expertise Jimin pinches your bundle of nerves making you jump in place before starting to caress it.

The tightness upon your stomach is back and much tighter than before. The waves of pleasure wash over you making your body tremble. Your pussy clenches at each trust of his hips, your fingers try to grab at the glass at the same time your toes curl, something explodes inside of you, warm and full of different colors sending electricity all over your body, making colorful sparks shine behind your eyelids.

Jimin’s thrusts grow erratic, and he buries himself deep inside of you at the same time another explosion happens. The shocks of pleasure are still running over your body making your pussy flutter and pulse around him milking off his cum inside the condom.

His skin is sticking to yours, his lips brush your temple. “Happy new year, Y/n.”

You take his hand linking your fingers with his. “Happy new year, my love.”

His smile is full of teeth, you know that because you can see it reflected on the window in between explosions of fireworks. You two remain there connected and in each other’s arms until the explosions end. Jimin takes a step back, easing himself out of you, to what you let out a sad sigh. You can heat the indistinct noise of the condom being tied as you watch his round ass going inside the bathroom through the window.

You hear the sound of the toilet being flushed before the tap water runs. You turn around just in time to see Jimin walk out with a damp towel. In another silent agreement he cleans you up with the delicacy that only an angel could have. Once he is done the towel is thrown back into the bathroom, which now has the lights off.

Pulling you along with him, Jimin dresses a new pair of boxer briefs straight out of his suitcase and pulls one of his Be a good Human colorful oversized shit through your head, before guiding you to bed. He climbs in first, moving to the middle and pulling you to rest on his naked chest.

“What now?” You ask with your cheek on his chest, hand caressing his skin.

“We enjoy this moment.” He caresses your hair. “We sleep together, we wake up together.”

“Jimin-“ you call.

“Tomorrow, you dump that douchebag, how can he not even realize you were outside in the cold for so long?”

“Jimin.” You say again.

“We’ll wake up, make love again, take a shower or maybe a bath together, eat some delicious breakfast together, maybe have sex, or make love again… I haven’t decided. Then you’ll start to date me.” He says pressing his soft lips on your forehead. “Oh, and we’ll have New Year's dinner with my parents.”

“Jimin,” you laugh, lightly slapping his chest.

“What?”

“What are your New Year’s resolutions?” You ask looking up at him.

“Hm…” he hums thinking for a moment. “Show the world a better side of me, my unique color.” He nods to himself. “What about yours? Besides, try to freeze yourself outside earlier.”

“All of those things you just said. Wake up with you, have breakfast with you, make love, have sex, dump Seunghyun, have dinner with your parents, be by your side, supporting you. Knowing that I’m enough for you with all my flaws. That’s my resolution.” You say resting your chin on his chest looking at him.

There is a heart stopping smile that spreads through his lips, his kiss is soft and short, but you don’t mind. You have a lot of time for more, a whole new year for kisses and Jimin.

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