Every Word.

Every Word.

DON’T OWN THE PICTURE.

It was three o'clock in the morning, and you still couldn't sleep.

Taehyung, your best friend of seven years was planning on proposing to his girlfriend of three years tonight...

It made you sick to your stomach to know that leech was getting your best friend to be hers for the rest of their lives, but you couldn't say anything. Taehyung would defend her till the day he died.

He loved so strongly, and so purely that it broke your heart every day that he was with her and not you...

You had loved him for so long and so deeply that every time you watched him kiss her your heart would shatter into pieces. But you were silent and supported him. You were there whenever they got into a fight and he needed to stay away for a few days to clear his head.

You were almost certain he had some sort of inkling that you liked him, but you knew he wasn't aware of the extent that you loved him. He was so oblivious, he really was. But it was one of the many things you loved about him.

As much as you didn't want to, you imagined what it would be like if you were the one he was proposing to tonight, and not that slimy bitch that was only with him for the money.

Your mind started to picture the dinner that you would be on, and how romantic it would all be. He'd have laid out rose petals, even though they make you sneeze horrendously. You'd order the cheapest thing on the menu, even though he would tell you it was fine to get whatever you wanted.

The waiter would bring out champagne glasses and there would be something inside of yours.

A beautiful ring that would be perfectly suited to your tastes and had everything you loved about jewelry in it. Your heart would melt and you'd say yes in an instant.

But it wasn't you that was getting the ring tonight.

It was her...

Someone who didn't even remotely deserve the light that was Taehyung. He was too good for you, you didn't need to remind yourself of that, but still... It was nice to imagine you could have him.

In your dreams the two of you were happy together, and he realized that you had loved him for years. He would reward you with all of his love and more. Giving you everything you could have ever wanted from him.

His attention.

His affection.

His love.

That's all you wanted. You just wanted him to care for you the same way you did for him. It was a silly notion, but how could you not daydream when your heart was breaking? You had a right to drift right now.

The last text that he sent you was at midnight when he said he was about to give her the ring. You wished him luck and told him you were sending good luck his way.

Obviously she had said yes...

She must have.

Although it was weird for Taehyung not to call you after something big like that had happened.

You imagined her with that ring sitting on her finger and your stomach twisted. You knew she was too shallow to have her own children, you had no doubt she had lied to Tae about how badly she wanted to be a mother so she could get in his pants as soon as possible to get him hooked on her.

Just as a pit of jealously was winding up in your stomach, there was a knock at the door.

You jumped and held onto your blankets tightly.

Who would be here so early?

Maybe it was Jungkook. He probably partied too late and needed a couch to crash on for the night. You were in some satin pajamas, thinking about how Taehyung would react to seeing you in them, but, Jungkook literally couldn't care less.

You walked out into the living room and pulled your slippers on before heading towards the door.

The door knob was cold in your hand as you twisted it to reveal who wanted your attention this early in the morning.

However, it wasn't Jungkook standing there like you had suspected.

Taehyung was stood there, reeking of alcohol and had tear stains and puffy red eyes. He looked like shit.

A gasp came out of your mouth before you quickly pulled him inside and took his jacket off.

"Tae! What the hell happened to you, are you alright?" You asked placing your hands on his cheeks to look at his face.

"She... She said no, ___. And she dumped me flat. I've given her so much and she just threw me away like a piece of garbage... You were right about her... You said you didn't like her very much but you supported my dumbass..."

He was slurring and you knew he was hammered. You helped him to the couch and got him settled before running to the kitchen to get him medicine for the morning and a lot of water.

Taehyung hadn't moved and he was shaking like he had started to cry again.

He was a very emotional person, and to see him so upset hurt you deeply. Taehyung didn't deserve to be so emotionally damaged by that bitch. You handed him the bottle of water and sat down next to him, ready to hear the story.

"What did that cunt do to you?" You growled, wiping some of the tears from his puffy cheeks.

He hiccuped before starting his story. "She seemed off when she walked in... I thought she wasn't feeling well, so I asked. She told me she wasn't feeling it between us anymore. I pulled out the ring and showed it to her, hoping that maybe seeing how serious I was about her would change her mind. She shook her head and said no, then left me there without a shred of dignity left. She played me like a violin. I've never felt so wrecked...."

You wrapped him up in your arms and rubbed his back soothingly, hoping to ebb some of the pain for him. You'd never wanted to harm someone so badly in your entire life. That bitch was dead meat if you ever saw her again. To hurt Taehyung in anyway was bad, but to deny him something when she had been leading him by a collar for three years was just ridiculous.

Taehyung and buried his face into your neck and was sniffling like a sad child.

Your hear ached and you wanted to cry for him, seeing how hurt he truly was. You pulled back and wiped his tears and made him drink some of the water you'd gotten for him.

He did so slowly.

You couldn't help but get a little excited as you watched his adam's apple bob up and down as he drank. You felt disgusted with yourself, but, attraction didn't seem to halt in bad situations.

Taehyung managed to finish the bottle, so you let him lie his head in your lap. It was something the two of you did for each other when one of you felt horrible or needed comforting. You played with his hair and tried to get him to go to sleep.

The emotions were getting to you and exhaustion was creeping into your bones. If you were tired you didn't want to think about how Taehyung felt right now.

He had his hand on your thigh, slowly rubbing it like a comfort to himself.

Suddenly, Taehyung spoke.

"____, do you love me?"

Your heart stopped and you choked on air.

"O-Of course I love you Tae, you're my best friend."

"Not like that, do you love me more than a friend?"

Could you lie to him right now? Could you lie to your best friend who was already emotionally damaged enough for one night?

Could you do that to him?

You knew the answer.

"Yes Tae, I have for a long while," you said, keeping your hand going through his hair.

"Then why didn't you tell me?" "Because there was never a good time. I thought it was just a childhood crush that would go away, but it never did. Then, you got a girlfriend and I had to keep it quiet. Believe me, I've wanted to tell you for years," you said, finally getting all of the emotions of the past seven years off your chest.

Taehyung was silent for a few moments and then got up onto his hands and knees.

You stared at him, confused by his actions.

Without any warning, Taehyung leaned in and planted his lips right on yours.

Shock flooded your body.

Taehyung was kissing you.

His mouth was on your mouth.

It felt so good, so incredibly good. But it was wrong. You put your hands on his shoulders and pushed, managing to get away from him. But you wanted to keep going.

Taehyung's eyes were glazed over and he looked at you with such passion that you weren't sure if it was really Taehyung looking at you or not.

"T-Tae, you're not thinking clearly right now. If you still want to talk about this in the morning then we can, but-"

"I've never fulfilled my desires with you either."

You stopped.

Your tongue had turned to lead and there was no curing it.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Taehyung leaned over you and put his hands on either side of your head.

"Do you know how long I've kept my hands off of you? I've wanted you since we started high school. I was such a bean pole no girls wanted to fuck me, but you... You always looked at me like you wanted more from me than what you asked for. Let me give you what you want."

Your heart fluttered at those words.

He was drunk.

This wasn't Taehyung...

He probably wouldn't remember any of this in the morning.

But, the rising heat between your legs was going to betray you, You had wanted him for so long and you weren't sure if you could deny Tae throwing himself at you.

"I-I'm not sure," you said with hesitance laced in your tone.

"Please," he begged. "I'll give you whatever you want, just let me be with you like this. Even if it's just once, I want to know what it's like to be with someone who actually cares about me... Please," he whispered.

Your resolve crumbled as you pressed your lips to his. You couldn't taste alcohol on his lips, so maybe he wasn't as wasted as you originally thought...

At least, that's what you were hoping for.

Taehyung forced your mouth open and laced his tongue with yours. You moaned at the intrusion but still wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

"I love what you're wearing," he gasped, playing with the fabric in between his fingers. "It'd be better on the floor though," Taehyung said with a little wink.

Heat rushed through your veins and you wanted to get to the bedroom quickly.

"Tae," you breathed in between kisses. "Bedroom."

That one word seemed to spark a fire within him as he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you into the air. You squealed and giggled as he carried you towards your room.

Taehyung kicked the door open and placed you on the bed carefully, pulling his shirt off and crawling over you a few moments later. You ran your hands down his chest and marveled at the skin. He was so toned and his skin was so soft and warm against yours that it drove you crazy. You wanted to know so badly what it would feel like pressed against your own.

You undid his belt and let it fall to the floor before focusing on kissing and biting at his neck. Every time you did Taehyung let out a delicious little moan. It egged you to continue your ministrations on his body while he mapped out your own.

Before you knew it, Taehyung was naked and the only thing separating the two of you was your underwear.

He looked at you for permission, which you gave him.

Taehyung leaned down and licked gently before pulling the material off of you. Then he leaned forward and placed his mouth on your without any warning. A shriek ripped from your body as Taehyung continued to work you with his tongue.

It was so hot.

His mouth against your core was unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. He was so talented with his mouth that you almost came right then and there, but you wanted to hold out until he was inside of you. That's all you wanted.

Taehyung seemed to get the message because soon he had removed his mouth and he was pumping his large erection while looking down at you.

His eyes still had a hazed over look, reminding you that he was drunk... He probably wasn't going to last very long, but that wasn't going to matter. You could get yourself off in the shower, as long as Taehyung fucked you once, that was going to be enough.

It would have to be.

You felt his cock rubbing against your core before pushing forward and barely giving you any time to adjust.

"Ah, Tae! Easy!" you yelped, grabbing onto his shoulder. His kissed your shoulder then up to your lips.

"Sorry, y-you feel really good, I can't help it," he moaned.

You had to agree. Tae felt amazing inside of you as well, the pain of being stretched out turning into an achy memory.

Soon he was bucking into you like a virgin. But it felt incredible. Even if Taehyung was drunk, he was still focused on making you feel good. Which was impressive to you.

It made you appreciate him even more, seeing as how almost shit faced drunk he was still focused on your pleasure over his. What a gentleman he was.

His hands were on your hips as he worked his cock in and out of you at an alarming rate. You could feel the pads of his fingers digging into your sides, but you weren't going to say anything but his name. It was the only word you could think of right now.

The faster he went, the more you thought about this experience coming to an end. The more you thought about how much of a desperate person you were right now. Letting your emotionally damaged best friend fuck you while he's drunk just because you've harbored a one sided love for him for a long time.

What the fuck was wrong with you?

The familiar burning sensation of tears welled up in your eyes and you couldn't stop them. As good as it felt to have Taehyung inside of you, you knew he was going to wake up and regret it. Whether it was because he felt like he took advantage of you, or he forced you into something that you didn't want to do. Or because he was shitfaced and he fucked someone that he really did care about.

You knew it was a mistake before he brought you to this bedroom, but it was your cross to bear.

Taehyung's thumbed wiped at your tears, much like you had done for him about an hour earlier.

"Why are you crying? Am I hurting you?" he asked, slowing his pace.

You shook your head and wiped at your tears pathetically.

"Sorry, i-it feels too good. I can't help it," you said, adding a small moan on the end of it to mask your damaged heart.

Taehyung seemed hesitant, but continued anyways.

Soon, you were screaming his name as he pounded into you dangerously, almost smacking your head into the headboard.

You gripped onto his shoulders and kissed his jaw as you felt yourself falling off the edge into the sweet arms of an orgasm.

Something that would take all of your pain away, just for a little while. You welcomed the pleasure with open arms.

Taehyung followed not long after, filling you to the brim with his cum.

He shuddered and shook against your as he finished, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

The reality of the situation hit you with full force.

You'd just had sex with your best friend.

While he was drunk.

Right after he got dumped by his girlfriend of three years.

After his proposal got rejected.

Some friend you were.

Taehyung pulled out of you and pulled the covers of you and himself. He pulled you in by the waist, snuggling much like the two of you had done before.

But this time was different.

You had shared your bodies, and it wasn't something you were going to be able to take back...

You'd never felt worse in your entire life.

You wanted to take a shower, not  because of Tae, but because of yourself.

What kind of person does that? Were you really that sleazy?

The guilt was eating you up inside. The guilt and the shame.

You were ashamed because you had enjoyed it. Tae had had sex with you and it was incredible. It was better than any sober man you'd ever had. And you knew it was because you loved him.

But he didn't love you.

He was drunk and emotional and just wanted some ass to fuck with for the night, and he just so happened to stumble into your apartment when you were feeling particularly vulnerable.

It was such a huge mistake.

Why did you and how could you let it happen?

But then again, how could you not let it happen? There was no way on earth you could deny him of anything he wanted. You loved him too much to let that happen.

People like you didn't need to exist on this planet... Did they?

Someone who takes advantage of others when they're vulnerable... Just for their own self gain.

It made you sick.

Once Taehyung was asleep you removed yourself from his arms and walked to the bathroom. You cleaned yourself up as best as you could and got in the shower. You wanted to clean yourself of the filth that you had created. You wanted nothing more than to scrape your skin off. You felt so disgusted with yourself.

You shut off the shower.

The bathtub looked so inviting...

You turned on the water and watched it pour into the white tub that was so clean and pure, unlike yourself.

You needed to cleanse yourself.

The water was starting to overflow, but that didn't matter.

You stepped into the bath and let the warmth of the water envelop you.

You scooted down until you were completely under the water and you opened your mouth and inhaled deeply.

It burned and you wanted to cough, but you wouldn't let yourself. You continued to inhale until your vision blurred and you couldn't think anymore.

-_-_-_-_-_-

Taehyung was cold...

He lifted his head and noticed that you were no longer in the bed beside him. He was still a little drunk, but he knew what he was doing. He got up and pulled his boxers on before wandering into the bathroom to take a piss before crawling back to bed.

Maybe you were a little embarrassed about what had happened so you went to sleep on the couch.

Once he was done in the bathroom he would carry you back to bed and he would sleep on the couch. He had been the one to initiate it anyways. No need for you to be uncomfortable.

Taehyung wandered into the bathroom and noticed that the bathtub was overflowing.

Your hands were floating in the water and your towel was on the floor besides the tub.

Taehyung got an uneasy feeling as he approached the bathtub. He peered inside and saw you under the water.

He tapped your hand to make you come up for air, but you didn't move.

"___? Did you fall asleep under there or what?" he laughed, pulling on your wrist.

You still didn't move.

Panic started to settle in his stomach.

He pulled on your arm and got your head above the water. Your lips had a little blue hue to them, and you were turning pale.

Taehyung's heart dropped as he picked you up in his arms and carried you to the bathroom floor.

He set you down on the floor and started CPR. He pushed hard and worked on getting all the water out of your lungs. He saw some of it coming out and pouring onto the floor, but he was still scared.

"___, come on baby, please. Don't do this to me... You'll be alright, just get up," he said with a begging tone.

How long had you been under there?

He hadn't really been asleep, just dozing, and no more than twenty minutes could have passed since the two of you had finished.

He continued the compressions and watched as more and more water come out of your mouth.

He pinched your nose and breathed for you, before starting the compressions again.

You couldn't die. Not after he'd just had the most meaningful sex of his entire life. You had been there for him since the beginning and he really wanted to try to make a relationship with you work. Even if he had just gotten out of the shittiest one of his life. All it took was a kiss from you to know what it meant to feel true and utter adoration.

He continued CPR until finally, you gasped and started spitting up water onto the floor.

Taehyung hadn't realized it, but he was crying.  He cradled your face in his hands as he looked at you with unbridled joy.

-_-_-_-_-_-

"____! Don't you ever scare me like that again!"

Taehyung yelped as he brought you into his arms. You looked around the room and realized you were in your bathroom.

D-Did he save you?

"Tae?" Your voice was croaky but he was there, holding you all the while.

"Yes, babe, I'm right here. Jesus, I thought you were dead... Do you know how badly you scared me?" He yelled, tears falling down his face.

You held your hand up and wiped his tears away, except this time, you were the cause of those tears.

"I-I'm sorry," you breathed not really understanding why he was still there.

"Why did you do that?"

"I-I was wrong to sleep with you, Tae... You're drunk and not thinking clearly, plus you just broke up with-"

He silenced you with a kiss.

"I don't want to think about her, just you. What we did wasn't a mistake. It was the best thing that's ever happened to me... If only I'd realized that before I met that stupid bitch... I really care about you, and if you give me the chance... I'd like to prove it to you..."

Tears welled up in your eyes and you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his deeply.

"Please tell me you meant that..."

"Every word..."

Out of Work

Hello everyone! It’s been a while!

So sorry about that. 

Anyways I’m back on the rack and ovula-

We’re not going to go there. But anyways enjoy some Jimin smut. 

DON’T OWN THE GIF!

I don't know if I can go through with this," you murmured to your agent as you sat in the  dressing room.

"Well, it's not too late to call this off. But, Jimin is one of the best pornstars in the industry and it would be good for you to work with him. He's worked with a lot of people and you would do well to keep up appearances here," she said, rubbing your shoulders.

The nerves were stemming from the fact that you were so new to the industry and that Jimin had a reputation that was nothing short of incredible. All of the women that had the pleasure of fucking him said that they came probably three or four times.

"Well, he wants to meet you, so... If you don't want to go through with this after you meet him I'm certainly not going to make you. It's all up to you dear. I'll see you afterwards," your agent said before leaving the room.

You had only been in three adult movies before and they were kind of shit. The guy wasn't that great and the people you were working with weren't the nicest.

Your agent decided that you were made for the higher up in production value movies. That were actual movies. You managed to snag the main role in this film and it was your first day on set.

The character you were portraying was the young apprentice of a very power wizard. You are in love with him and want to get him to have sex with you. Your character brews a potion and gives it to him in a drink and suddenly he fucks you.

If you were being honest, you were getting wet just thinking about Jimin.

He was well known and you had been dying to work with him... But.

You were very new to the industry and you didn't want to disappoint him. God forbid he get flaccid in the middle of a take.

Also, having sex in front of a camera still made you a little nervous.

You were insecure about your body and had all of the insecurities that most women did. You were worried about your weight and the way that you looked when you left the house.

A knock on the door shook you out of your thoughts.

"Come in!" you shouted, looking towards the door.

You stared in amazement as Jimin walked through the door with a beautiful smile on his face.

"Hey! You're ___, right? It's so great to meet you!" he said walking over and offering you an embrace like you were an old friend. You stepped into his arms hesitantly, but gave him a timid little hug.

Once he pulled away he chuckled.

"W-what?" you asked, curious as to why he was laughing.

"Oh, sorry. It's just, I can see why they picked you for the role. You're so shy, and so is your character. But, I just wanted to come in and ask for a safe word and things that are off limits," he said, sitting down.

You chewed on your lip and nodded, sitting down as well.

"Uh... Thank you. And, um, no degrading language other than what is scripted. Being called a slut and a whore don't turn me on at all... No anal... Biting is fine and encouraged. Blood play is fine also. Finishing inside is also fine, seeing as how it's scripted. Also, no choking please," you said, listing all of your normal rules.

Jimin was listening intently the whole time.

After you were done he gave a nod.

"So, no degrading language other than what's scripted. No anal. But biting is something you like," he winked after that, sending a rush of heat through your body. "As well as blood play, something not a lot of people are into, interesting kink. And finishing is scripted inside but if you aren't on any kind of contraceptive then I'm pulling out. And no choking. That's not something I like either. Hurting other's isn't really my thing. But, thanks for sharing all of that! I feel like I know you a little better know as well," he gave another adorable smile.

He was way too cute to be in the adult film industry.

"I-Is there anything you don't want me to do? Consent goes both ways," you stated, looking up from your knees.

"Ah, so kind of you to ask. Um, just don't try to stick anything up my ass and I think we'll be fine... Also, no teeth on the blow job part please? But, that's kind of a universal isn't it? But you didn't tell me your safe word," he pointed out.

"Oh! It's stop with three taps from my hand," you said, giving him the information he wanted.

"Stop with three taps. I'll make sure that you won't have to use it," he gave another smile and you were wondering how much pain he would put you through before the pleasure would arrive.

Seriously, those smiles were killing you inside.

"Do you have a safe word?" you asked, wanting to make sure he had the right to stop if he wanted to.

"End. Simple enough. Although, I haven't had to use mine yet, have you?" he asked, getting comfortable in the chair across from you.

"Yeah, a few times. People in the cheaper movies are way rougher than necessary," you commented, rubbing your elbows.

Jimin got a look of anger on his face. "That's ridiculous. Just because the funding is less doesn't mean that you deserve to get treated like a piece of meat, what the hell happened?" he questioned, seeming to want to know more.

"Uh, well... He ignored my choking rule, so we had to stop. We didn't finish filming because I wasn't comfortable enough to continue," you said, trying hard not to let the bad memory affect you.

"That fuckhead, you better not give me his information cause I'll royally screw that guy over," he growled.

You'd never seen someone so angry about the situation before... Your parents had passed on and you didn't have any siblings. It makes working in an adult industry much easier. Seeing as how you didn't have to face anyone about working in it.

"Honestly, I just try to leave it behind me. I trust you, so, let's do a good job today. Yeah?"

You offered your hand for him to shake and he took it, before leaning down and kissing your hand gently. Heat rushed to your cheeks and Jimin smiled brightly.

"You're so cute. Just a kiss on the hand and you're blushing. So sweet. I can't wait to do our scene today."

And with a mysterious look, Jimin got up out of the chair and left the room.

You were drenched in your panties and he didn't even kiss you or anything. His hands were strong and his arms looked incredible. His lips were so plush and everything about him seemed to lure you in.

A few minutes later your agent wandered in the door. You looked up at her and she was staring at you with a look on her face.

"You want to do it now?" she asked, raising her eyebrow.

You nodded hesitantly and gave her a sheepish smile.

"Uh, he's really nice. I think we'll do really well together," you said, trying to avoid the tutting that was sure to follow.

"I told you. He's the best, and he's the best for a reason. His charisma is unmatched. His sex appeal is through the roof and the ladies love him. But, the goal is for the men to love you. You need to make sure that you affect him just as much as he affects you. Remember the audience," she stated.

Another knock at the door rang through the room. You and your agent looked up and saw the director standing there.

"Hello ladies! It's time for us to get started! Are you ready?" he asked, placing his hand on his hip.

You nodded and stood up, fixing your robes and such to fall correctly. He gave you a smile and ushered you out the door to the set.

-_-_-_-_-

It was hot under the lights and you and Jimin had been filming the actual movie portions all day.

Right now, you were giving him the potion that was supposed to make him want to fuck you.

You poured the water in a glass of grape soda. Jimin was reading some books with glasses on in such a way that was dangerous to your heart. He looked so serious sitting there.

"Ah, thank you. You can set that right here," he said, gesturing to his desk. The desk you were going to be bent over in a few minutes. You did as you were told and put the glass on the table.

As Jimin drank the drink you sat down in the chair sitting opposite the desk. He finished the drink and set the glass down.

Suddenly, Jimin started getting flustered. You knew that it was going to be time soon.

"Alright and cut! Jimin go get yourself hard and come back," the director said. Jimin nodded and walked out of the room. "Do you need anything, ___? Water or something like that? Lube?" he asked, looking genuinely concerned for your well being.

"No, I'm alright," you smiled.

Jimin came back a few minutes later with an obvious tent in his boxers. You swallowed hard and tried to fight back the blush that threatened to rise up on your cheeks.

"Alright, we'll stop after the blow job. Improv from you to as long as it goes within the script parameters. Audio running. Standing by. ACTION!" he shouted.

You watched as Jimin shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Um... sir? Are you alright?" you asked, following the script for as long as you could.

"Don't call me sir, it makes me think some inappropriate things about my apprentice..."

You flushed pink and bit your lip seductively.

"W-what if I said that I was alright with you thinking inappropriately about me?" you asked. Jimin's head snapped up and he looked at you with dilated pupils. You pushed his books off his desk and crawled up on the table and straddled him.

Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist and gave you a nervous look.

"I can't do this... You're my apprentice, this is wrong," he breathed, running his hands over your body. You took his hand and placed it on your breast, gaining confidence as you felt his erection pressing into your thigh.

"It's not wrong if we don't tell anyone... I won't say anything. If you promise not to say anything, then we'll be safe. I need you so bad sir. Please, fuck me," you whimpered, rubbing your center against his. Jimin let out a strangled moan.

Without much else of a warning, Jimin was stood up. You squealed lightly and clung onto him so you didn't fall and ruin the take. Jimin wrapped an arm around you, securing you in place. The sound of books falling to the floor startled you, although you remained in character.

The wood pressed into your back as Jimin set you down on the desk. You reached forward and connected your lips to his in a shy kiss. He was eager to respond, mashing his lips with yours in a seductive manner.

No wonder women couldn't get enough of him. If you had full time access to his lips, you'd probably be in heaven.

His lips wandered down your throat and to your chest. Jimin pulled at the outfit and managed to pull the robe off of your body. The lingerie piece that had been selected sat delicately on your frame. Jimin swallowed hard and you relished in the fact that you had that effect on him. Either that or he was an exceptional actor.

You watched his eyes dilate in lust and desire as his lips reconnected to your flesh. He kissed down your stomach and made it to your panties. You knew you were drenched, but he stilled looked up in surprise.

"You're so wet..."

A flush of red went through your cheeks. Jimin was staring unabashedly at your center with longing.

"Y-you'd better do something about it," you whispered.

Jimin seemed to come out of his daze and attached his mouth to your core. A startled moan escaped you as you felt pleasure rip through your center. His lips were so plump and hot against you that you could hardly speak.

Even with your panties on it felt incredible. You could hardly wait for when all of his clothes came off as well.

"Take my panties off sir, I want to feel your mouth on me. Please sir, I can't wait," you whined, tugging on the sleeves of his robes. Jimin smiled at your eagerness and complied with your demands.

You watched as he slowly dragged the intricate material down your legs and onto the floor. He touched your legs and looked at you for confirmation to continue. You parted your legs and watched as he took in what lay between your thighs.

You'd never seen such a good actor. He was so entranced by you. You were drenched and in desperate need of sorting out and Jimin was rock hard against his thigh. It was so painful and he needed to get off, but you came first in his mind.

His lips came down on your center and you managed a strangled moan. His mouth was so hot and he was obviously talented in this particular area of sex. You cried out as his tongue swirled around your bundle of nerves and sneakily dipped into your sex for a moment. Jimin's hands rubbed up your hips and wrapped around your thighs to keep you in place.

"Mmm, you taste amazing... How have I kept my hands off of you for this long? I deserve a reward," he mumbled into your core.

"You're getting it right now," you whipped back. Jimin cocked an eyebrow at you and seemed entertained by your remark.

"And I intend to enjoy every moment of it," he said, pulling away from your sex. You keened in annoyance. Jimin simply smiled at your whining and pulled his robe over his head.

Oh sweet fuck...

Was that ever an incredible sight.

You watched in amazement as his stomach flexed and his arms were revealed to you. He was ripped. You could hardly believe that this was the same guy who was giving you adorable smiles in the dressing room as you chatted.

His boxers didn't stand a chance against you. Without much more hesitation you lunged forward and yanked his underwear down and your hand was on his cock within an instant. Jimin let out a delicious little moan that you got on your knees and swallowed as you latched your lips onto his.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and groaned in pleasure as you ran your hand over his throbbing length. You could feel him bucking into your palm as you made out on the desk. Everyone in the room was dead silent and the only thing you could hear were the fans that were going to keep your cool and the sound of Jimin and you making out.

Finally, Jimin pulled his mouth away from yours. Not before biting down on your lip and pulling. You moaned and gripped onto his shoulder. He smirked and grabbed your hand on his cock.

"I know something that would be better than your hand on my cock, baby," he said. You nodded and got down on your hands and knees.

It didn't take another word between the two of you before your mouth was enveloping his dick. Jimin let out a low groan and pulled your hair away from your face. He wanted to watch every little motion you did. Every wince from his cock being too big for your mouth. Every choke as you tried to take more and more of him in your gorgeous mouth.

You hummed on his cock and watched as his knees trembled ever so slightly. His back arched a bit and shoved more of his length into your mouth. You gagged and your eyes watered and Jimin backed off, letting you breath for a moment. He even went as far as to clean the spit off of your mouth before easing his length back in.

Eventually the crew gave you two the go ahead and Jimin pulled his cock out of your mouth.

"And cut for the beginning portions! Lets fix her make-up a big and Jimin keep yourself up. Set the blanket in the shot so we can see it."

The director kept going on about what he wanted and where it was. Jimin was still hard as fuck and you couldn't keep your eyes off of him.

Your make-up woman came over and fixed your running mascara.

Once everything was touched up, Jimin came back over and picked you up in his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kept yourself in an appealing position.

Everyone got into place and set up for the remainder of the shoot.

"Alright. No more stopping until we get the finish inside. Audio rolling. Camera rolling, standby... ACTION!"

Jimin grabbed the blanket on the shelf and threw it on the table, while still managing to hang onto you. After he adjusted the blanket he set you on your back and walked in between your legs.

"Is this really alright? I don't want to do anything you don't want to do," he said. You nodded and pulled him in for a kiss. It wasn't scripted, but you honestly couldn't pull yourself away from his lips.

He took it as your consent and started running his fingers over your lower lips, spreading your wetness all over your womanhood.

"Please hurry sir, I need you," you whimpered, gripping onto his shoulder.

Jimin nodded and pumped himself a few more times before pushing inside of you. You groaned at his size and length as he slowly eased inside of you. Jimin groaned and gasped as you clenched and adjusted around him.

"Jesus Christ you're so tight. How could you be so tight around me, baby?" he asked, licking his lips as they dried. You bit your lip and tried to think of something to say back, but all you could do was moan.

Jimin didn't seem to mind as he started to ease back and work himself into you. His dick was incredible inside of you. He was brushing against your G-spot immediately. You cried out and and arched your back into him.

Finally, you felt Jimin's hips meeting yours.

"Oh fuck... You alright? Because I need a minute," he whispered as he bit into your neck. You moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck and played with the bottom of his hairline and kissed his jaw.

"I'm okay," you whispered.

After a few moments Jimin started moving his hips in shallow thrusts. You cried out in shock and covered it as a moan of pleasure. There was slight pain at the adjustments but otherwise it felt incredible.

He knew what he was doing, that was for damn sure. Every little movement of his hips felt so good as he worked himself in and out of your tight heat. Jimin was becoming wrecked very quickly, although you had heard things about his stamina.

Was this just an act?  

You weren't sure.

All you knew is that he felt amazing and you could feel the startings of our orgasm approaching quickly.

After a while, Jimin seemed to get tired of the position you were in. The director nodded and the two of you changed it up.

Jimin had you get on your hands and knees and he entered you from behind. He felt much larger inside of you than he did before and he was hitting spots that you didn't even know existed.

Another thing that was turning you on was how much Jimin was playing to your kinks.

He would bite your shoulder and your neck, giving you that twinge of pain that made excitement pool in your stomach.

He was so large inside of you that you felt he was going to ruin you, but you didn't particularly care at this point. It felt too good for you to care about anything but him.

You didn't even know that you were filming anymore. All you cared about was the pleasure you were experiencing and the pleasure that Jimin was receiving from you as well.

Where were you?

Who were you?

Did it matter?

Did anything but you and him matter at this point?

Jimin seemed to be thinking similar things as he picked up the pace behind you.

"God you feel so good, I can't resist you any longer... I-I need you to be mine," he groaned.

The lewd sound of skin smacking on skin filled the room as you cried out your pleasure.

"I want to be yours! Make me yours sir!" you cried out, trying desperately to remember any parts of the script guidelines to talk about.

"I'm gonna cum baby, where do you want it?" he asked, even though it was already predetermined.

"Inside, cum inside me, please," you pleaded, running your nails across the desk you were set on.

Jimin kissed your back, before giving it a stingy little nip. You gasped as he did so.

Suddenly, he started pounding into you at an alarming rate. He was going so hard you thought he was going to fuck you off the table. But you didn't particularly mind that fact, it would be a work related injury anyways.

What a trip to the doctor's office that would be.

To snap you out of your humorous thoughts Jimin smacked into your pussy harshly. Your elbows collapsed and you fell against the table with a groan. Jimin was startled, but gripped onto your ass and started going even harder than he was before.

You could feel the pressure rising, getting closer to snapping. Jimin reached around the two of you and pressed his fingers into your clit, giving you that extra bit of pleasure to fall over the edge.

You cried out and started shaking and clenching around him.

"Fuck baby," he croaked out. You felt hot warmth splashing inside of you.

You shook with pleasure and collapsed on the table once Jimin pulled out of you.

After a few moments the crew started cleaning up and you were given a wash cloth. Jimin walked over with a serious look on his face.

What was wrong?

Did you do something wrong?

You didn't hear his safe word!

"You're going to be out of a job," he said.

Your stomach dropped and you didn't know what to do.

Just as you were about to burst into tears, Jimin rushed forward and kissed you with such a fierceness that you hadn't expected.

"You're going to be out of a job because no one but me will be fucking you ever again."

Omg I'm so ready for what you do with Owner! I am excited (also love your writing btw)

Thank you so much! I’m glad to have a series to work on instead of just writing one shots. I have a few other ones in the works as well!

And thank you so much! 

With Love,

Jessika

Can you do more vampire AU?

I am currently working on a few Vampire AUs.

I don’t know when they’ll be out, but hopefully it’s soon!

Thanks for the message!

-Jessika

Feel Good

Did somebody ask for a really long story oriented smut?

No?

Well, shit.

Here you go anyways.

DON’T OWN THE PICTURE

It was the worst day of your life.

Everything hurt and you weren't sure what was up and what was down.

You were desperately hungry and thirsty.

Trying to get your bearings was incredibly hard and nothing seemed to be going the way you had wanted. Your tail hurt and it felt like you were being ripped in half. You looked down and there they were.

Two, limb, things...

A yelp escaped your lips and you looked around to try to gauge where you were.

There was sand, and the water was right there. Maybe you could get to it if you tried?

You had run into some dangerous waters and gotten thrown against the shore it appeared.

Legs!

That's what the things that replaced your fin were! It wasn't a lie! You really could become human!

A sharp pain ebbed in your side... You looked down and there was a decent gash in your side that was bleeding. How could you go and get help like this? Would this be where it all ended for you?

That was impossible.

Your brain was scrambled and nothing was making any sense, no matter how hard you tried to keep yourself together.

All of your thoughts were melding together and your vision was becoming blurred.

"Hyung! There's a girl down there!"

A voice echoed through your cloudy thoughts.

You looked up and saw a man with light blonde hair looking down at you with beautiful eyes.  

"Hyungs! Hyungs!" he shouted, running away from the cliffs.

You waited for him to return, to see those beautiful eyes again, and you waited. But it felt like forever.

No one came...

Just as you felt yourself slipping into unconsciousness, there was the sound of feet and yelling.

"My God how did she get down there?"

"Is she alright?"

"There's blood!"

"Omo! What do we do?"

"She's naked."

"I've got the rope, Jimin, you're going down, wrap her up in this," a man held out something to the younger one, who you were guessing was Jimin.

Was he going to descend the cliff to come and get you?

It appeared as though he was planning on doing just that as they all got around him and started helping tying the rope.

You were getting light headed and everything was starting to blur. But you watched as they all started to help Jimin be lowered towards the bottom of the cliffs.

He finally made it to the ground safely and he made a bolt directly towards you. As he made it closer, he saw that your side was really badly injured.

"Jesus... Something really nasty must've happened to you, let's get you covered up and we'll get you some help. Don't worry about a thing, we'll take care of you," he said, smiling at you with such kind and beautiful eyes that it would be impossible to refuse him.

The feeling of fabric wrapping around your skin was foreign and strange, causing you to jump slightly at the sensation.

"Sorry, does it hurt?" he asked, looking at you with concern. You simply stared back, unable to get over the look in his eyes.

Was this love? Is this what your father had warned you about?

The fluttering in your chest didn't calm when Jimin eased you into his arms. After a lot of coaxing and shushing he finally had a hold of you well enough to pick you up. You watched as he walked back toward the cliff, further and further away from the water.

You gripped onto his shirt with a panicked look on your face.

"It's alright, we'll keep you safe. Don't worry about anything," he said with such a sweet tone it was like a drug. You could feel yourself relaxing, even without you wanting to.

The ocean was getting far away now, and you could feel an ache in your heart as the familiar place was being ripped from you. However, getting in the water now would be a death sentence.

The sharks would smell the blood on you instantly, and then it would just be a waiting game until they found you. Your best option was to go with this man for right now and wait until you were healed before escaping back to the ocean.

Jimin made it to the rope and tied it around himself then wrapped his arms around you tightly. You watched as the men above you started pulling with such a force that even you were impressed. And you had watched whales fight before.

The cliffs loomed over you with such an authority that all you could do was look at the ocean with a broken heart.

Although, being held by this attractive man wasn't such a bad deal... You studied his face as he walked up the cliff face with the help of his friends. You could feel the muscles underneath his fabric at work. You'd never really seen a human before. You knew that they could be dangerous, but they weren't all bad.

A friend of yours had gotten freed from a fishing net from one a few years back and she has always been grateful towards humans since then.

Finally, you made it to the top and you were handed off to a younger looking male. Being separated from Jimin made you panic, so you yelped and reached out for Jimin with a frightened expression.

He came over and shushed you, taking you back in his arms shortly there after.

"It's alright, calm down. Jungkook wouldn't hurt you," he said, directing your gaze to the younger male with a shy smile on his face. The look in his eye was of sheer innocence and you knew immediately that you could trust this man with anything. He wouldn't hurt you.

The anxiety in your stomach settled before Jimin set you down on the ground.

"Jin-Hyung, she's got a cut on her side that looks rather bad, should we take her to your clinic?" he asked, looking up to a man with plump lips and kind and playful eyes.

"Yes, we'll do some cleaning up in the back of the van, but she seems to be a little skittish, so Jimin just come with me. Everyone else, get into the car and keep your dirty eyes off of her."

The men all seemed to listen to this 'Jin-Hyung' and started moving towards the direction of some large, shiny thing on the cliff.

Was that the 'van' that Jin had been talking about?

Jimin lifted you into his arms yet again and you took comfort in his now familiar embrace. He carried you closer and closer to the van. You gripped onto his shoulder out of fear, but he patted your leg comfortingly, letting you know that everything was going to be alright.

Jin had everything set up by the time you were back there and even had some fabric for you.

"Here's some clothing that you can change into once I've got you bandaged up. What's your name, love?" he asked, getting out a lot of white looking materials.

Clothing?

What is clothing?

You felt the fabric and smiled at the soft feeling it had. You'd seen fabrics and textiles before in the sunken ships around your home, but they'd never felt like this. Is this clothing? If this is what all clothing was like, you had a feeling you were going to enjoy it very much.

"Hello?"

Jin's voice came through to your senses and you looked up in acknowledgement.

"Alright, so you can hear... That's good at least. Can you speak? Do you know where you are?" he questioned.

You didn't particularly want to answer him... You wanted to be back in Jimin's arms again. That's where you really liked to be. You wrapped your arms around Jimin and tugged him closer. Jimin chuckled lightly and gently pushed you away from him.

"You need to get your side looked at first, then I'll hold you the whole ride home. Does that sound fair?"

A smile graced your features and you nodded quickly.

"So you can understand us?" Jin asked, looking at you for confirmation. You nodded your head. "Is it alright if I take a look at your side? I'm worried about it getting infected," he mentioned, showing genuine concern.

Another nod.

Jin took that as your consent and peeled the canvas material away from your wounded side. He was very careful and seemed to be knowledgeable in what he was doing. His hands never wandered and neither did his eyes. Jimin had turned his back to make sure that you were being respected.

These men were very kind people it appeared.

Humans, as far as you were concerned, were great!

Jin dabbed at your skin with some cold liquid that stung and you yelped. He apologized and continued to clean your wound with a different cold liquid. This one bubbled and fizzed and it made you smile as you watched.

Finally, he was done and he wrapped a white looking material all around your middle section. He pinned it and clapped his hands.

"There you are, now lets get you dressed," he said, pulling the 'clothing' over your head.

It was warm and comfortable against your skin. Jin dressed you and then Jimin turned around once more.

"Alright, come here," he said, picking you up and climbing into the back with you. He sat you in his lap and held you there while Jin loaded all of his things back into some sort of clear container.

When all was said and done you were sat alone in the back with Jimin and six other people were in front of you.

You were happy to be back in Jimin's arms and snuggled against him.

"You're very affectionate... Do you have a name? I know that Jin-Hyung asked you, but, maybe you'll tell me, huh?"

You opened your mouth to speak, like he was doing, but all you could do was squeak. Jimin gave a small giggle at that and patted your head.

"That's alright. We'll try again some other time, but we do need to look for your family. They must be worried sick about you," he said, giving you a sad smile.

You rolled your eyes just thinking about your family. They probably didn't care one way or another if you were there, dead, or simply just gone.

You had five other sisters and three brothers, no one was going to miss you very much. Plus, that was in the ocean, and this was land. There was no way anyone would try to claim you here.

Eventually, the movement of this van made you tired, and you were lulled to sleep by the motions...

-_-_-_-_-_-

You woke up to Jimin gently touching your shoulder.

"We're at the police station, we need to make a report on a found person, alright?" you shook your head and grabbed on to the van tightly. "Now don't be like that, be a good girl for me and come here," he said, opening his arms.

Your weakness had turned out to be those arms. They were so warm and comforting and you could be in them all day if he would let you.

You were certain this was love.

Mermaids fell in love rather quickly, and it was permanent. Once you'd chosen the one you want to be with, that's who it was going to be... And you'll die if they don't love you back.

Although, you thought there was no harm in going in. They'd never find your family anyways.

You complied and got into his arms without incident.

"Do you think you can walk?" he asked as you got closer to the door.

Walk?

What does that mean?

You wanted to impress him, so you nodded.

Jimin smiled and set your feet down on the ground. The feeling of this stone on your bare skin was slightly painful, but you were determined not to complain.

You were wobbly, so Jimin kept a hand around your waist as you tried to walk forwards. You had watched Jimin move his legs, so you certainly could as well...

Possibly.

As you placed one foot in front of the other, you could feel your new knees buckling underneath you.

Jimin was quick, though, and grabbed onto you before an incident could occur. He wrapped you up in his arms and sighed, lifting you up off the ground.

"Well, we'll work on the whole, walking thing, yeah?" he said with such an adorable smile it made your heart melt.

One of the other men held the door open so Jimin could walk through with you in his arms. There was an older looking police officer there who had cold eyes and a firm face. You knew that he wasn't a kind person, right away. There was no sincerity in his eyes.

He frightened you.

Jimin seemed to sense your hesitancy and rubbed your leg gently before setting you down in the chair.

"What seems to be the issue here gentleman?" The police officer asked.

"We found her off the cliffs at the north side of town, she has an injury on her side. We wanted to file a found persons report," Jin said, coming forward.

"Alright, what's her name?" he asked, getting out a colorful blue square and a long red stick of some sorts. You reached out and took the stick from him, looking at it with curiosity.

"Oh! J-Jagi, don't do that," Jimin scolded, taking the item away from you and handing it back to the police officer. "Sorry sir, she's a little scattered," he apologized, bowing his head. Since you did the wrong doing, you bowed your head as well.

The officer seemed to let it go and was ready to write down your name.

"Ah.. You see, she can't speak, so we don't have her name," Jin said, giving the police man a sheepish look.

"Okay kid, I can't file a found persons report if I don't have a name," the officer said with annoyance evident in his tone.

You tugged on one of the men's sleeves and pointed towards the stick object that the other gentleman was writing with. It looked like a type of writing tool from where you're from. If it was the same, then the blue thing was some sort of parchment.

The man seemed to understand what you wanted and piped up.

"Sir, she wants to write down her name for you," he said, pointing towards the objects he was holding.

The officer handed them over and you took them in your hands. You wrote down your name and gave it back to the officer.

"Ah, ____, alright, I'll put that in, how old are you?"

You gave him eighteen.

"Then I'll just need a picture of you incase someone comes looking for you and needs confirmation that it's you."

Jimin helped you stand up as you tried to walk after the officer.

"Can she not stand on her own? Is she some kind of cripple?" the police man asked.

"No," Jin spoke up. "I gave her a full examination and she's in good health, other than her side. It's probably just shock right now and some weakness due to malnutrition. We don't know how long she was on the beach for so, it all could be a factor to why she can't stand right now," he said, giving a full explanation.

"I didn't need that description kid, I really don't care. You, hand onto her while I take a picture. Make sure she faces towards the camera."

Jimin pointed towards the 'camera' the man had mentioned before. You gave it a confused look before a bright light went off. You squeaked and covered your eyes. Jimin rubbed your back before taking you back to sit down.

Time passed slowly as you went through the task of getting put into the database and everything of the like that Jimin tried to explain to you, but all you wanted was to be back in his arms again.

Eventually it was over and the police officer released you under Jin's care.

"Jimin, grab her and we'll go home," the man who's sleeve you'd pulled earlier stated. Jimin did as he was told and picked you up and headed out the door.

"So, ____? That's a pretty name, suits you," Jimin said as he climbed into the back of the van with you again.

You found yourself smiling as the police station got further and further away.

-_-_-_-_-_-

The van stopped and everyone piled out.

Jimin picked you up and carried you towards this large structure that looked kind of like a house. You'd seen some from the cliffs and your friend had told you that all humans live in one.

They lived in a very nice looking one as it turned out.

"Jimin, put her on the couch and call Eun Sol, tell her to bring some clothes for ___. Yoongi, go and get the spare room ready for her. Jungkook, get some ramen cooking, this girl looks like she's going to pass out before much longer."

He was right. You were up right ravenous at this point. Everyone scattered and started doing as Jin instructed. The man who's sleeve you pulled at the police station turned out to be Yoongi-hyung and Jimin called him.

Another person you felt like you could trust.

"Hi there," a man with a boxy smile said, sitting down next to you on the 'couch' as people kept calling it.

You waved and gave him a shy smile.

"I'm Taehyung, but if you ever speak, just call me Tae," he said, smiling. He was so sweet that you could imagine loving him as well. Sadly, Jimin had already taken his place in your heart.

Were all human men around their age so attractive? They were so handsome that it almost hurt to be in their present.

"Alright everyone! Lets get introductions out of the way!"

Jin yelled and everyone filed into the room.

"I'm Jin, I'm the oldest."

"I'm Min Yoongi," said one with dark black hair. He was the one who got you the writing instrument from the police officer.

"I'm Jung Hoseok, please call me Hobi!" Said another with a big smile.

"I'm Jungkook, I'm the youngest," he said with such a sweet smile.

"I'm Taehyung, we just spoke," Taehyung said with his boxy smile wide on his face.

"I'm Namjoon, I'll help you wherever I can," he said with sincerity.

"And you know me! I'm Jimin!"

Everyone was smiling so you smiled back and nodded.

There was a sound at the door and you looked at Jimin with worry in your features.

"That's probably Eun Sol, I'll get it," Jimin said, walking towards the door. You wanted to get up and follow him, but you didn't trust your own legs.

A beautiful woman appeared behind the door and your heart sunk into your stomach when you saw her bring Jimin in for what you were told was a kiss...

That meant that the people who were sharing the kiss were in love...

Tears welled up in your eyes and Jin took notice.

"Omo, what's the matter ___?" He asked, rushing to get a tissue for you.

Jimin turned around and saw you crying and walked over to you, leaving the girl at the door with a pout on her face.

"What's the matter, ___? Did you remember something?" He asked, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"Don't you think it's a bit inappropriate for her to be living here with you? Let me move in with you and she can take my apartment," this Eun Sol girl said.

"I don't think that's safe," Jin said, coming forward with some tissues. "I don't know how mentally sound she is, so it'll be better for us to keep her here until we know how much she can function on her own. Currently, she can't walk or talk," Jin said, helping you wipe your tears.

"You sure she isn't just trying to mooch off of you guys? Just because a cute girl shows up, doesn't mean she doesn't have a motive."

"She was on the beach off of the cliffs and she was bleeding rather badly, I don't think there was any motive involved there," Jimin defended.

This Eun Sol came over and started examining you.

"I brought the clothes like you asked, I don't know if they'll fit her though, she might be a little too big," she said as a back handed slap to the face. Your face dropped and Yoongi seemed to notice.

"Hey, apologize. That wasn't called for," he said, giving her an icy glare.

"Jesus, it was a joke, she'll definitely fit in them," she appeased. You looked down at your legs and didn't return any of their gazes.

"Thank you Eun Sol, we'll take her shopping tomorrow if you want to come with us," Jimin said, taking her by the waist.

"I could always go for a shopping trip," she said with a seductive smile on her face. The look she was giving Jimin made your blood boil and you wanted to push her off the cliffs that Jimin had saved you from.

However, the way Jimin looked at her made your heart shatter.

He was in love, and the girl wasn't you.

You just might be done for.

-_-_-_-_-_-

That night rolled around and you had been fed. Everything they presented to you was different and you were really enjoying the meal. They were all being really nice to you, even Eun Sol. It seemed like you were just a group of friends that were hanging out after a day of swimming through the reefs.

"So if she can't walk, how are we going to do shopping tomorrow. Jimin, as strong as you are, I don't think you can carry her all the way, she'll need to learn at some point," Eun said, giving you a pointed look. "And she has to wear heels, that's a must," she also commented.

Heels?

What are those?

Eun Sol seemed to sense your hesitation because she went on.

"Only the most beautiful women can walk in heels gracefully, and not fall on their faces. What do you say? Want to give it a try?" She asked, pulling off her shoes and placing them before you.

"Hang on, let's see if we can't get her to walk without torture devices strapped to her ankles," Hobi said, pointing out the flaw in her plan.

"If she can master walking in heels, then walking with regular shoes on will be no problem. Honestly, I don't see what the big deal is," she said shrugging.

You looked down at the shoes and gave them a thoughtful look. Without thinking about it much longer you reached down and pulled them on your feet. Jimin smiled and clapped his hands as you did it on your own.

"Let's see if you can stand on your own before you try walking," Jin said, walking over and getting ready to spot you.

Jimin walked in front of you and held out his arms for you.

"See if you can walk to me, Jagi," he said, giving you a beautiful smile.

You hopped down from the stool and held onto the counter top for support. Your legs were jutted forward by the shoes and it immediately threw you off balance. Not that you really had any to begin with.

Eventually you could take your hands away from the counter top and stand there with a little bit of confidence.

Everyone clapped at your performance and Jimin then urged you forward.

"Come here Jagi," he said in his lovely tone.

Even though you had just met these individuals today, they were so kind to you.

You knew you were going to like being here with all of them, and hopefully you could get Jimin to fall in love with you while you were at it.

Mermaids had this thing of falling in love quickly. You see, you love, and they love back, or you die. It was a harsh cycle really, but if they loved you back, it was supposed to be the strongest love out there. There would be nothing in the world that would be able to keep the two of you apart.

That's what you wanted more than anything, someone that needed you just as badly as you needed them. It was that connection that you wanted. And you wanted it to be with Jimin.

You took one shaky step forward and your knees immediately buckled. Jimin rushed forward and caught you, wrapping you up in his arms until he was certain that you weren't going to collapse.

There was laughter from Eun Sol, but it was barely there in your mind. The only thing you cared about was Jimin and his beautiful eyes.

He truly was a work of art. You would have to thank the Gods for creating this masterpiece, because you could marvel at him all day...

A cough erupted from the room and Eun Sol had walked over to you and pointed at your feet.

"You can't do it, so give me those back," she said with a harshness that wasn't in her tone earlier.

"Hang on, she only took one step, give her a chance before you start forcing the shoes off her damn feet," Yoongi said, rubbing his head in annoyance.

"Quit holding her like that! I'm your girlfriend, not her!" She said with a whiny tone.

"Sorry, Eun, but she trusts me most, I was the one who went down and got her. Try to understand here," Jimin reasoned, helping you stand back up.

"Make someone else do it, not you," she demanded.

"For christ sake, I'll do it if it twists your panties that badly," Yoongi said, walking over to you.

Jimin gave him and odd look, but let go of your hands. You gave him a confused look, but he backed up and wrapped his arm around a fussy Eun Sol.

"Come here," Yoongi said, opening his arms. You looked at Jimin with concern in your eyes.

"It's alright ___, he doesn't bite," he said, giving you a thumbs up. You decided you wanted to show up Eun Sol and took one wobbly step forwards. Yoongi gave you a softer look and the more you did the further you seemed to go.

"Look at her go, it's like she's a natural!" Hobi said from the counter top where he was sitting.

Finally, you made it to Yoongi's arms and he caught you as you stumbled a bit. You looked at Jimin and his arm was almost uncomfortably tight around Eun Sol's waist. His jaw was locked, but he kept a smile on his face.

"There! You did it!" Jin said with such a bright smile gracing his already angelic features.

You couldn't help the smile that came over your face as well.

You had walked and you had done it in heels.

Yoongi helped you take off the heels and gave them back to Eun Sol who was still a little fussy after Jimin holding you.

However, after that, the rest of the night passed rather smoothly.

You yawned as it started to turn into the later hours of the morning.

Jimin was still awake, working on something in the kitchen, and Eun Sol still hadn't left yet. You didn't want to fall asleep until she was gone and you knew she and Jimin weren't doing anything dirty.

She was hanging all over him and that really pissed you off. What right did she have to hang over such a beautiful man like that. She wasn't that pretty...

Okay, she was drop dead gorgeous. But you had to hate her, she was your rival for Jimin's love, and that was something you weren't going to take lightly. Your life was on the line here.

After what felt like forever, Eun started heading towards the door.

"We'll all gather tomorrow and go shopping for her," Jimin said with a smile on his face.

"Honestly, does she even have any money to pay for the clothing?" She asked. Jimin's face dropped a little and he looked like a young child doing something he wasn't supposed to be.

"No, we're going to pay for it. When she finds out who she is and where her family is she can pay us back..." He said in a small voice.

"Don't pay for her, that'll just make her think that you'll pay for everything. And that's not alright. She needs to pay rent and everything like that if she's going to be staying with you. No free passes, you all work too hard to have a free loader in your house."

Sick of her insults and simply just wanting her to go away you gasped and held onto your side like you were in pain. Jimin turned around and looked at you with concern.

"Jagi?!" He asked, rushing over. "Where does it hurt? Is it your side? Do you need some medicine?" He questioned. Eun Sol slammed the door and finally you were alone with Jimin like you'd wanted.

He was fretting over you and you smiled when he picked you up.

"I'll take you upstairs," he said.

After a few minutes of silence he made it to a room with a white door. He opened the door and carried you in. The room had a theme of the sea and you knew it was perfect for you. You smiled when Jimin placed you down on the bed.

"I know Eun Sol can be harsh sometimes, but honestly she has a good heart in her..." he said as he tried to gather up your sheets and blankets together.

You nodded and gave him a small smile.

As much as you wanted to believe him, you knew that the girl he cared for was bad news. If only you could tell him...

Although, this bed was comfortable and you could feel your eyes drooping without your say so...

And eventually, you had fallen asleep.

-_-_-_-_-_-

It had been seven months with living with the boys, and you had grown incredibly close to all of them.

Especially Jimin and Hobi.

Hobi was like the older brother you'd never had. He was always there when you wanted to laugh and took you out whenever you wanted to go. It was a fantastic relationship between the two of you and you were really close.

Jimin was...

Well... Everything you could've ever wanted an more. He was sweet and kind. Always wanting to help you when you needed it. He still carried you around, even though you were more than capable of walking, even in heels now.

But that didn't matter to Jimin, he wanted to make sure that you were alright no matter what you were doing. He was very protective over you, no matter who it was that was threatening you.

You remember that he and his now ex-girlfriend had gotten in a large fight over you recently. But he still wasn't treating you any differently than before. And that was a major set back to your plan.

Eun Sol was never kind to you. You wondered why Jimin was with her when she was so blatantly rude to others. Jimin wasn't like that. Jimin was always willing to help and Eun Sol always had to know what was in it for her if she was exerting the effort to do something that didn't benefit her.

However, that particular day, you weren't feeling very well. It was your heart. You were away from the ocean for too long. And Jimin wasn't reciprocating your feelings. If you didn't hurry, you would die. But for right now, the boys had you sat up in bed, trying to feed you some of your favorite things. But you couldn't eat.

Everything hurt and you just wanted to rest.

"Come on, noona. You have to eat something," Jungkook said, trying to coax some food into you.

"I'll go get Hobi or Jimin. She'll eat for them," Jin said, walking out the door.

Jungkook still tried though, working on getting you to eat at least two spoonfuls of sweet porridge.

Jimin came through the door with Hobi at his back.

"Jagi, Jin tells me you're not eating. Why not? Do I have to feed you?" He asked with a sweet tone, helping Jungkook stand before taking his place.

You were still hesitant to eat, but it was Jimin... You had to.

Jimin brought the spoon to your mouth, you hesitated for a moment before taking the spoon in your mouth and eating the food.

Everyone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief before Eun Sol slammed through the door, a disgruntled Namjoon following her in.

"What the fuck is this?" She asked, glaring at you.

"She's been sick in bed all day and she wasn't eating, we don't want her to starve," Hobi said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"And we'd appreciate it if you kept the language PG in here," Jin said, also looking less than pleased.

"You're not my parents, but you," she said, pointing at Jimin. "Are my boyfriend, what the hell do you think you're doing!? You treat her more like your girlfriend than you do me, how messed up is that? Do you love her? Are you sleeping with her?" She accused.

"N-No! I-I would never cheat on you!" Jimin said, standing up.

"This really isn't the appropriate place for a lovers quarrel," Yoongi said, rubbing his forehead and walking over to try and get you to eat.

"She's been living here for a month now, I think she needs to start pulling her own weight! She's just mooching off of all of you, why can't you see that!?" She yelled.

You could feel the familiar burn of tears in your eyes, something that was common whenever Eun Sol was around. Yoongi placed his hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you.

"She does pull her own weight! She helps clean around here whenever she can, and she comes back with her own rent," Jimin defended yet again.

"You're defending her and not your girlfriend. This is your problem Jimin, when you're dating someone you don't realize how great the girl you're with is. I haven't had sex with you since she got here! How twisted is that? What's the deal, am I not attractive?"

"You're beautiful, but-"

"Do you not love me?"

"I-I, um-"

Eun Sol didn't like that at all. She walked over and grabbed the piping hot porridge and poured it all over your head.

You screamed in pain and Yoongi was quick to stand up and pick up Eun and throw her over his shoulder. Jimin followed them, probably going to attempt at salvaging whatever relationship there was left.

Hobi rushed over to you and helped you stand up.

"I'll take her to the bath, get her cleaned up," he said, inching you out the door.

You trusted Hoseok... But did you trust him enough to reveal your secret. You tried to fight him a little bit, showing hesitation towards the water that wasn't even there yet.

"You really don't like water do you, kiddo?" He asked as he started the bath.

You shied away, even as the porridge slid down your back in a disgusting manner.

"Don't worry, I'll just help you wash your hair and then I'll get out of here," Hobi said with a kind smile on his face. You were very grateful for his kindness, but it was dangerous for him to be this way considering your true identity.

You shook your head firmly.

"What?" He asked.

Again you shook your head and placed your hands on your shirt.

"If you want me out that badly just say so, aish. Take it easy in here and be good," he said, patting your shoulder.

Once the door was shut, you sighed and heaved your self against the door and locked it tightly. No one was getting in here if you had anything to say about it.

Well, silently protesting was more like it.

You lowered yourself into the water and sighed at the relief it brought you. Your fin hung out of the tub and you smiled as the familiar feeling sunk in. As much as having legs was great, being in your true form was the greatest feeling out there.

You washed up and got all the goo off of yourself and finally you felt good enough to get out of the shower.

Once you stood up legs appeared beneath you. You stood there and felt a burning in between your legs.

An ugly face appeared inside of the mirror. You tried to scream but you realized there was nothing you could do, but stare at the face with sheer terror echoing through your entire being.

"_____, you must heed this warning from the depths of the ocean..."

Your heart was racing, but you continued to listen.

"If you do not get the one you love to bed you in thirty days, you will be returned to the sea by force and the one you love will die," she said in a scratchy and ominous tone.

Jimin?

Jimin would die?

Omo... You couldn't let that happen.

You nodded to the face in the mirror and it slowly dissipated.

There was a knock at the door.

Jimin's sweet voice rang through the door, "Jagi? Are you alright in there? I'm so sorry about what happened... Can we talk for a minute?" You rushed to put a towel on and answer the door.

You stood in front of him in nothing but a towel, your damp hair sticking to your face. Jimin's eyes didn't wander, they stayed firmly on your face.

"Jagi, your father called and he wants you to come home to him... W-we're going to help you pack up your things. You leave in the morning," he said with such a sad tone.

Your father? Your father had come on land to get you? What the hell was he doing here anyways?!

You shook your head. Jimin sighed and placed his hand on your shoulder.

"Jagi, I know that you've come to like living with us, but... You need to go home to your family. I'm sure they miss you more than you realize and... You can always come and visit. Anytime you need us, we'll be there. I promise you," Jimin said, the smile he forced not reaching his eyes.

You couldn't leave, not now!

There was so much you had yet to complete and you still needed to get Jimin to bed you! You needed his love to continue living. Being forcibly returned to the ocean is as good as a death sentence when you're away from the one you love. You will live but... it will be as though you are numb. No feeling will flow through your veins.

You shook your head again.

"There she is."

"Kiddo, why are you just standing there in your towel!?"

"I've got her clothes!"

All of the boys came huddling around you, Jin handing off a pile of nice warm clothing for you.

Quickly you went to change and when you came out, everyone was still standing there waiting for you.

"Are you feeling a bit better after your bath?"

You had completely forgotten about the pain in your chest, it was gone now. Like a wave against the sand it had receded. However, you had a different plan to fulfill.

"Kiddo? You alright?" Hobi asked, coming forward. You nodded and fiddled with your fingers.

"Aren't you happy to be going home?" Taehyung asked, giving you a smile. You sighed and let your head drop. You couldn't go home, not after all of what's gone on. You've certainly come too far to turn back now.

They all gathered around you and gave you hugs, some even to the point of lifting you up off the floor. Jimin was last and gave you a tight hug.

"Be good Jagi, we'll be taking you to the police station in the morning. Sleep tight, you'll be home soon..."

With that, he was gone up the stairs to his room. Not even carrying you up with him. Your heart ached and you clutched the front of your shirt in agony. You laid down on the floor and felt the hot tears streaming from your eyes.

Your heart hurt so badly.

You felt as though you were dying.

Did Jimin reject you? How could he when he doesn't even know your true feelings? Breathing in hurt, it was all so painful.

Stinging.

Sharp.

Burning.

It was as if your blood was boiling.

You needed help, desperately.

Jimin.

You needed to get to Jimin.

As much as it pained you, you stood up, still clutching the front of your shirt. You stumbled around like an infant animal that you'd seen in the zoo that Yoongi had taken you to.

You climbed the stairs, stumbling and tripping on every other step.

Finally...

Finally you made it to your floor.

The pain was immeasurable. The slightest movement hurt, and you could feel yourself starting to pass out.

Why was there so much agony? You were fine only moments prior!

It had to be the thought of being away from Jimin... If only you could get close to him now.

You were outside his door and started knocking on it.

You knocked and knocked until you were certain your knuckles were bruised. But that didn't matter. You needed Jimin to help you...

Eventually, you resorted to kicking his door. You could hear his bed creaking as he stood up.

"What the fuck is going on?!" He exclaimed, flinging open his door. He looked around until he saw you on the floor, tears streaming down your face and pain evident on your features.

His heart lurched and he thought he would be sick. You looked like you were dying. Sweat pinning your hair to your forehead and a pale hue falling across your face.

"Jagi, what's going on? Are you still sick? Holy shit..."

Jimin was on his knees next to you in a moment, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his lap. You looked up at him and were certain this was how you were going to die. Maybe you were exaggerating a little bit, but what a nice way to go.

Your heart was still in pain, but now that you were next to Jimin, it was bearable.

"JIN-HYUNG! YOONGI-HYUNG! GET UP!" He yelled throughout the house. Doors started opening and shutting and suddenly Jin was next to you, placing his hand on your head.

"She's burning up, we need to get her to the hospital," he said. Jimin nodded and lifted you into his arms. You clung to him and rested your head in his neck.

"I'll get the car ready," Namjoon said, rushing out the door. Taehyung and Jungkook came up behind you and held onto your hands.

You looked at Jimin's worried face. He looked much older than he normally did. You weren't sure if you liked the look of worry on his face. You always wanted his angelic smile on his face. Always.

Jimin looked down at you and gave you his best smile.

"You're going to be alright, Jagi. You hear me? You're going to be just fine," he said, holding you close in his arms. You looked into his deep eyes and felt yourself slipping into unconsciousness...

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

The pain was ebbing away. You could feel someone's warm hand intertwined with yours.

You wondered for a moment who was holding your hand, but, you knew how it was... Without even opening your eyes you knew that it was Jimin's hand locked with yours.

Slowly, ever so slowly, your eyes opened. You were greeted with the worried face of Jimin and how he looked after getting probably next to nothing for sleep.

You had made him worried.

It made guilt settle in the pit of your stomach. Knowing that you had caused so much distress for anyone. You never wanted them to be troubled with you, and you were really trying hard not to be a burden...

"Jagi! Guys, she's up!"

Soon, a group of worried looking men were gathered around your bed.

"Thank God!"

"The hell did you scare us for, aish."

"Are you hungry?"

"You look like shit."

You gave a sheepish little smile and tried to sit up. Jimin rushed to help you and placed his hand on your lower back. A chill ran down your spin as Jimin's bare skin touched yours, the hospital gown you were wearing doing little to protect your skin. Jimin, however, seemed unfazed by the contact.

"You scared me so bad, Jagi! I thought you were dying!"

"Scared us, so badly, hyung," Taehyung reminded.

"Right, scared us. Thank God you're alright though, we would feel terrible. Considering we just found your father and all. He's already signed everything over, you're all set to leave with him, okay?"

You panicked. Pure fear was written across your face. How could you convey to them that you were utterly terrified of leaving them? You didn't think your father would come from the ocean to make you come home!

Namjoon came over and rested a hand on your shoulder.

"You need to be home with your family. They love and miss you. You should've seen your father when we told him you were safe. It was like his whole world was right again. Trust us, you'll be safe and you can come visit us whenever you feel the need to, okay? Take it easy, for us," he said, removing his hand.

You looked to Jimin who was standing up. The rest of the boys left the room and Jimin grabbed some clothing for you to change in to. He turned around and let you get changed while he waited to take you to your father.

Fear gripped your heart.

What would he say?

What would he do?

Would he force you to erase Jimin and everyone's memories of you? That would certainly kill you. Jimin looking dead into your eyes and not knowing who you were... It would be devastating to you.

Maybe you could force a kiss on Jimin and make him see how much you truly love him?

Bad plan.

Cry and plead?

Certainly won't work.

You could try and tell Jimin that you don't want to leave. But you couldn't speak, what were you to do?!

You turned around and tapped Jimin on the shoulder.

"There you go Jagi, we told your dad that your voice is still a little weird, so hopefully the two of you can figure out something with that. I'd love to hear what your voice sounds like someday. But, this is goodbye, for now," he said, holding his hand out to you.

You stared down at the appendage with a mix of sadness and hopelessness. After this, you were likely never to see Jimin again.

What was the harm in one little kiss...?

Not wanting to give yourself the chance of backing out, you pushed Jimin's hand away and wrapped your arms around his neck and planted your lips firmly against his. Jimin seemed shocked for a moment while you kept your mouth against his. You pulled away and looked down in embarrassment.

You actually did it!

You had kissed Jimin.

He was looking at you with shock on his features. You gave him a soft smile and went to walk past him. At least you had done it. You had kissed him the way you had wanted to for a very long time.

Suddenly a hand shot out and grabbed your wrist.

You looked up and saw a man who didn't resemble your father at all.

"There you are, my darling ____! I thought we had lost you! Everyone is waiting for you back home, come come. It's time to get going!"

The stranger wrapped his arm around your waist in such a way that made your skin crawl. You looked back to Jimin with panic written all over your features. He was still in shock and touched his lips for a moment.

Fear gripped your heart as the two of you made it outside. The man had ahold of you and was practically dragging you towards his car.

"Don't worry kid, when we're done with you, that precious boy back there will pay to come and fuck you any way he wants. What do you think? A bunch of rich men offering money just to stick their dick inside of you. We can charge even extra cause you're obviously tight. It'll be perfect. You'll be the perfect fuck toy."

Your heart was beating erratically.

You didn't want to be a toy, you were a person! You had feelings. Feelings for Jimin that needed to be spoken. You had to call for help. You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Everything was spinning and you thought you were going to pass out for a moment. But thankfully, you got a hold of yourself before you fainted. It would've been easier for him to carry you off that way.

The only thing on your mind was Jimin. You needed to find him. You had to get away and return to him. Being with him was where you belonged. And you knew that. You knew it the moment he spotted you on the sand, naked and alone.

All of the boys ran through your head.

Jin, with his sweet and caring attitude. Always ready to help you if you needed it. Yoongi. Even though he was quiet most of the time, he would always defend you. Always.

Namjoon. He had such a kind heart and a big smile that was always welcoming. He was so kind to you especially.

Hobi. Your brother that you never had. He was there for you whenever you needed him and treated you like his younger sister. You cared for him greatly and knew that if you needed him, he would be there.

Taehyung, the cutest thing you'd ever seen. He always offered such a big smile when you were down and did the nicest things. He was certainly a dear friend.

Jungkook. The youngest and most adorable thing you'd ever laid your eyes on. He was so innocent and eager to learn that you found his grace and poise incredible. He was always there if you needed him and was a kind soul.

Then there was Jimin...

Where did you begin with him?

He'd saved your life. He'd given you a family and a place to call your own. He had cared for you and taught you so much over these months you had spent together, and you could never repay him for that. Your love for him was real and strong, never faltering, not even once. You knew that the love you felt for him was strong, and that if he even reciprocated a small fraction of your affection, it would get you through anything and everything you would have to face.

Jimin made you want to live, and being without him was like losing your heart.

The man that had claimed to be your father was getting closer and closer to his vehicle. You knew the moment you were in there, you were dead.

So, you fought back.

You planted your foot into his knee and heard a popping sound. The man yelled in pain and released you.

"Ah, you little bitch! Get back here!" he growled. You took off and tried to find Jimin. The parking lot was big and you couldn't see the car you knew they brought you in.

Had they left already?

Was it that easy for them to leave you behind?

You kept running, if you could just out run him, there was a way you could get back home.

The wind was sharp on your face as you ran through the strings of cars that were parked in varying fashions.

All you could think about was getting away, and that was becoming harder. The pain of being away from Jimin was getting stronger and that caused you to run slower. You weren't going to be able to get away from him much longer. You had to find a place where you could hide.

There was a car parked at an awkward angle a few rows down, if you could just make it there in time-

The man yanked your collar back and pulled you into his embrace.

The smell of cigarette smoke reeked on his breath and clothing. The rancid scent piercing your nostrils and making you want to gag. Just like the man holding you right now.

"Now little bitch, that wasn't very nice. We're going to have to teach you some lessons when we get home. I think I'll be the one to break you in. You're too much trouble to give to our clients. Hope you like it rough baby."

You were getting dragged by your collar and hair. You prayed that someone could see what was happening, but it didn't seem like anyone could. Or if they did, who cared? It wasn't their problem.

You mustered up everything you had in you and screamed at the top of your lungs.

"JIMIN! HELP!"

Soon you were on the ground, the disgusting man holding you up by your collar.

"If you scream one more damn time I'm going to bust that pretty face in, you hear me doll-face?"

Tears were streaming down your face and all you wanted to do was be in Jimin's arms again.

The older man cocked his fist back and was ready to swing down to hit you when he was pulled backwards and punched.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing huh?"

Jimin's voice was filled with anger and you were even slightly frightened of the expression he had on display at the moment.

"I asked you a question shit-face. What the fuck do you think you're doing to her?"

The man whimpered a reply and gave into Jimin quickly.

Yoongi came up and grabbed him by the arm, Jungkook stepping in to help as well.

Namjoon was on the phone and Jimin was on his way over to you.

"Jagi, I'm so sorry..." he whispered, looking down in remorse. You sobbed loudly and threw your arms around his neck.

"Jimin. Jimin. Jimin," you repeated over and over again.

All you could think about was him. That's all you wanted to think about.

You held onto him and he kept you wrapped up in his arms as Namjoon was speaking to the police. Jimin pet your hair and rubbed your back soothingly.

"It's alright, Jagi... We won't let you go again. I promise," he whispered.

You nodded and buried your face in his chest and let his words sooth your racing heart.

-_-_-_-_-_-

It had been about a week since the incident with the fake father and Jimin seemed to have forgotten that you had kissed him.

Things went about as they had been for a long while and you were a little less than pleased that Jimin seemed to be ignoring your feelings for him. Had your kiss been nothing?

You had been certain that only people who liked each other did things of that nature.

For the past couple of days you had been watching some romantic movies to give you some inspiration to get Jimin in your bed. You knew that you were attractive. You could see that Jimin found you pretty, because he always looked at you for a little while longer than you thought the other boys did.

Perhaps you were over thinking something simple, but it matter that Jimin be with you romantically, and you wanted him to love you the way that you loved him.

You were wearing particularly short shorts one day.

It was all part of the plan to see if Jimin was really interested in you.

You were sitting on the counter in the kitchen with your legs cross as you were looking through a book that Yoongi had suggested to you a few days ago.

The sound of feet coming down the stairs captured your attention more than the words on the page. Jimin came around the corner and saw you perched up on the counter top. A soft smile graced his face as he approached you.

"Good morning Jagi, how are you today?" he asked, getting closer to you.

You gave him a thumbs up and smiled as well.

"That's great, what are you reading?"

He walked over and looked over your shoulder, placing his hand on your waist. The feeling of his hand on your body made your skin tingle with pleasure. Jimin seemed more interested in the book that you, but you leaned back into him. He supported your weight and continued inspecting the book that you were holding. You wondered if he really was that interested in what you were reading or not, but you decided to not think about it that deeply.

You set the book down on the counter and Jimin helped you down. He started a conversation about a movie he had watched recently and was telling you his opinions on it when you casually knocked the book off the counter behind you. You made an exasperated sighing sound and Jimin laughed lightly. You turned your back to him and bent over, grasping the book in your hands.

Jimin stopped laughing.

You picked the book up and straightened up and turned to see a very wide eyed Jimin.

"A-Ass- I mean as! As I was saying..."

And with that, the whole encounter seemed forgotten.

-_-_-_-_-_-

It had been a few more days and you were tired of pretending. You wanted to tell Jimin. You wanted to tell him what was going to happen to you if you didn't sleep with him. He had to know.

You wanted to tell him what your true identity was and who you really were.

But how could you?

How could you put that kind of pressure on the one you love?

'I'm a mermaid from the ocean and if you don't sleep with me by tomorrow I'll be dead.'

Yeah, like that doesn't have any negative connotations to it.

Your chest was aching again, like it had been for the past couple of days. Ever since you had kissed Jimin, it seemed to be getting worse and worse the longer the two of you were apart. It really was hard to disguise, purely because of how painful it was. You would gasp in pain and everyone would look at you, ready to jump into action if it mean helping you in any way.

However, this was your last night here.

If you didn't get Jimin to sleep with you, when the sun rose the next morning, your heart would stop.

Namjoon and Yoongi were out of town for a few days, working together on some project that they had been collaborating on for the past few months.

Taehyung, Jungkook and Hobi were all out at a hockey game for the night and wouldn't be back until the next day.

And Jin was at a meeting for his insurance company that he had gotten invited to. He did invite you as well, wondering if you wanted to be his date, but you had declined, saying you weren't feeling that well.

It was just you and Jimin.

It was all too cliched really, but it would have to do.

You had to show him.

And you had to do it now.

Jimin's door looked intimidating down the longer you looked at it. This was going to be the make or break moment.

Your hand reached out shakily to knock on the door.

Knock.

Knock..

Knock...

You waited.

Jimin appeared behind the door a few moments later. Once he saw you a bright smile took over his features. You returned the expression and pointed towards the stairs.

He seemed to understand and follow you.

Once the two of you were in the living room you grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and wrote:

Jimin, I need you to do something for me.

He read over your words and looked up.

"Sure Jagi, anything you need."

I need you to sleep with me.

You handed the paper back over and Jimin almost dropped it in shock.

"W-What do you mean sleep with you? Intimately? I can't do that Jagi, it would be wrong."

Jimin, I'm different than you. And if you don't sleep with me, I'll die.

He scoffed when he read your words and placed the paper on the counter carefully.

"Jagi, wanting to sleep together is a serious commitment to another person. It's only reserved for people you love and cherish. And what do you mean you're different?"

He didn't believe you...

You knew he wasn't going to right off the bat, but still, his words stung. Grabbing the paper, you wrote again.

Let me show you.

Jimin sighed and set the paper down.

"Jagi-"

You held up your hand and grabbed his wrist. You lead him to the bathroom. He seemed confused, but remained silent.

Without giving any warning, you began to strip.

Jimin raced to cover his eyes and was shouting protests at you, but you continued.

You had drawn a bath and set foot inside of the tub. The feeling of the water racing up your legs and creating your fin caused you so much joy. It had been a while since you were in your truest form.

"Jimin," you said, as it was the only word you could properly pronounce.

He peeled his hands away from his eyes for a moment and saw your fin and gasped in surprise.

"W-what... Jagi?" he gave you a questioning look, although, came closer.

He kneeled down next to the bathtub and took in the sight of your fin. He was admiring you... Not judging like you had prepared yourself for.

His hand reached out to touch your fin, and you allowed it. You watched as he ran his hand along your scales, reveling in the sensation it gave you.

"Y-you're a-a mermaid?" he asked, looking into your eyes.

You nodded and smiled, finally able to show him who you truly were.

"That's why we found you naked on the sea shore... A-And why you can't speak and... everything makes so much sense now... Oh Jagi, I'm so sorry for everything we've put you through, it's our fault. Forgive me," he said with remorse in his voice.

You reached out and placed your hand on his cheek, gently stroking it with the pad of your thumb.

Jimin leaned into your touch and you were happy to see him in such a manner.

"Wait, what was the whole sleeping with me business about? Why will you die if you don't?" he asked.

Always questioning everything he was.

You pointed towards the pen and paper out in the kitchen. Jimin raced to fetch it for you, bringing it back like a dutiful pup.

Because I love you. And if mermaids don't consummate their relationships within a certain time frame, our heart stops, from lack of love.

Jimin read your words carefully and he seemed to be at a loss for what to say.

"You love me...?" He asked, looking up with such a sweet expression, it almost hurt.

Of course I do... You saved me, Jimin. And I will forever be thankful for you. My heart will always be yours.

Once the words were written, Jimin quickly took the paper back from you and read it rapidly.

He was silent and still for a long time.

You were curious as to what he was thinking about. You comically waved your hand in front of his face.

Suddenly, he threw the paper pad down and smashed his lips against yours.

Shock overcame your body.

Jimin was kissing you. He was kissing you from his own free will.

Without much warning, Jimin was pulling you out of the water and into his arms. He rested his forehead against your for a moment, breathing heavily.

"How long does it take for you to get your legs back? Cause I really need to be between them," he said in such a smooth tone.

You could feel the pulling sensation. It was happening right now. Jimin seemed to notice because when he looked down at where your fin had been previously, two bare legs now took it's place.

"Thank God."

With that, he was heading towards the stairs. You hung on and kissed his neck gently, giving him little nips and love bites every so often. Jimin groaned when you pulled on his hair lightly. You smiled and bit down on his ear, pulling slightly.

You were really just going off of what the movies had shown you. This was rather normal for the beginning portion..

Wasn't it?

Jimin had made it to your room and kicked open the door and walked in. He set you on the bed carefully and hovered over your frame with desire building behind his eyes.

You felt heat rushing in between your thighs and you were so excited for what Jimin had in store for you.

His lips trailed down your body, touching the bare skin that was already revealed to him.

"You're so beautiful. I noticed it the moment I saw you from the cliff, I saw your hair and beautiful body and knew that you had to be saved... God you're perfect," he groaned, kissing your legs gently.

A soft little moan escaped you as he started getting closer and closer to your center. A wave of shyness came over you and you brought your legs together hesitantly.

Jimin smiled and pressed a kiss to your lips.

"You can trust me Jagi, I will make love to you tonight," he said.

You eased your legs apart and did as he asked. Jimin pressed a soft kiss to the inside of your knee and then the inside of your thighs.

Then, his lips touched your core. You moaned loudly and Jimin smiled as he licked a stripe right up your slit. The sensation was wonderful, you could barely take it. If this is what sex was all about, you were wondering why women always said it hurt the first time. This felt incredible. Jimin took a finger and eased it inside of you, not realizing your virgin status. A sharp pain erupted inside of you. Jimin looked at you with curiosity, then it seemed to click. He was going to be your first.

"Wait, Jagi... Have you never done this before?"

You shook your head and Jimin gave you an endearing smile.

"I'm going to make you feel so good Jagi, I promise," he said kissing you as a means to seal his word. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him even closer.

His body seemed to mold to yours and he felt so warm in between your legs. His fingers started to ease into you again, causing the aching pain you had felt earlier to resurface. You grabbed onto Jimin's shoulder and dealt with the pain.

Jimin seemed to notice your expression and pressed down on a little bundle of nerves at the top of your sex. You gasped as pleasure erupted through you, making your mouth drop open. Jimin smiled at your expression and kissed your jaw lovingly. The sensation of his fingers inside of you became more and more pleasurable the longer they were there, making you wetter and wetter. Jimin seemed to notice your slick center because soon, his mouth was attaching to your core.

You grabbed onto his shirt and tugged on it as indescribable amounts of pleasure went through you. The feeling of Jimin's lips on your center was incredible. The soft, plushness of his lips was heavenly against your womanhood.

Immediately, he swirled his tongue around your bud. He made lewd sucking sounds as he tried to bring you pleasure.

Jimin was effected just as much as you were because he was groaning into your center. You watched as Jimin's eyebrows lifted and his eyes closed. He looked so innocent, considering what he was doing. His taste buds were full of you and that's all he cared about. Finally he could do what he wanted to for months. He was with you intimately.

The sensation of his mouth against your lower lips was wonderful, but he pulled away rather quickly. You whined at the loss and Jimin silenced you with his lips.

He wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you over him. You smiled and started pulling on his shirt. Jimin understood and got his shirt off quickly. You stared at his form in front of you. He was incredibly strong and his body was lithe and beautiful. You were almost jealous at how his skin shone in the moonlight.

Suddenly, a sharp pain erupted in your chest. You gasped and looked at the clock. It was five minutes to midnight.

There was no more time for foreplay, you had to get going. Jimin looked at you with concern and you pointed towards the clock. He understood and got you on your back yet again. He pulled his pants and boxers off quickly, revealing his

Then he was grabbing a small box, which you could only assume were condoms. He rolled on the rubber and approached you.

No nerves wracked your body like you had expected. All you could feel was love and affection coming from Jimin, and that made your decision to be together that much sweeter.

You felt Jimin's hot member brush against your core and you moaned loudly. Jimin smirked and kissed your neck, then up to your lips. The pain in your chest was getting worse, but Jimin was about to save your life.

"This will hurt, Jagi... There's not much I can do about that, but, it'll feel good in a few seconds," he said before starting to push inside.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and bit down on his shoulder. A pressure inside of you was burning and it hurt rather badly. How did women enjoy this?

Jimin was easing inside of you, careful to not hurt you more than he could help. Finally, he hit the barrier inside of you. He looked into your eyes, as if asking for permission, you nodded.

He understood and pushed past it, breaking your virginity. You yelped in pain and Jimin kissed you deeply. Tears fell from your eyes as you kissed him back. All the emotions from the past months were finally free and you couldn't feel better. Other than the throbbing pain inside of your core.

You felt Jimin's hips meet yours and he came to a stop. You two were connected.

"Fuck you're so tight... Holy shit," he moaned.

A smile graced your features as Jimin lost himself above you. He gave you a few moments to catch your breath and to adjust before he eased back and then pushed himself forwards again.

The sensation was odd, but not off putting. You moaned silently, still feeling the sting of your lost innocence. But, it was starting to give way to pleasure. The feeling of his large length massaging your inner walls was starting to become and overwhelming sensation. The longer Jimin pushed his hips against yours, the more pleasure you felt.

You started moaning a bit louder, really feeling the pleasure from his ministrations.

Jimin seemed just a wrecked as you were, he was biting his lips in pleasure and groaning explicit phrases into your ear as he made love to you.

There was a distinct difference between fucking and making love.

Fucking was something done for pleasure, something to get each other off. Or just one if your partner is a dick.

But making love was different. It was all about the connection between the two people partaking in this event. Not all couples make love, but you and Jimin were.

You were curious for how long he had held feelings for you, but you didn't ask. You simply let him pleasure you and you to him.

Because all that mattered was the two of you.

No one else would know what you felt right now, besides yourself. Jimin's length was large and it was buried deep inside of you. You looked down and saw where the two of you were connected and you moaned at the sight. Watching his cock disappear in side of you was such an alluring sight. Making your mouth water with the eroticism.

Jimin looked down as well, watching your lower lips swallow his length, now with much more ease than at the beginning of this experience.

Every subtle shift in your frame, Jimin could feel. That's how tight you were to him. Everything you did, every breath you took was something that he could experience second hand. And he wasn't sure how long he could take that for.

Jimin bucked inside of you a little harder, testing the waters to see what you could take and what you couldn't. You let out a yelp of pleasure, gripping onto his shoulders.

He decided it was time for a change of position. He pulled out of your dripping center and pulled you into his arms. He moved so your back was to him and so that you were sitting on his thighs.

Slowly, he helped you ease yourself down onto his cock yet again. The full sensation being a welcome friend at this point. Jimin groaned into your neck at the feeling of you wrapped around him.

Together, the two of you bounced up and down to get you closer and closer to your highs that were approaching rather quickly.

It was almost depressing. You didn't want this experience to end. But, the pleasure was getting to be too much. Jimin was so large inside of you and you couldn't help the tensing coil that was inside your center snapping when it did.

Your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks and you trembled against Jimin. He couldn't take your squeezing and finished as well, bucking into you, helping prolong your orgasm.

The two of you were gasping for breath as you slowly were lowered down onto the mattress by Jimin. He went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up before coming back to you and wrapping you up in his arms.

You looked at the ceiling in astonishment and exhaustion when you felt Jimin's lips against your neck. You turned and looked at him and saw a sweet smile on his face.

"You're so beautiful... I-I love you, ___."

Your heart almost burst with joy. The words you had so desperately wanted to hear for the past seven or eight months had finally been uttered.

"Jimin..."

His name on your tongue was like a drug, he knew he would never want to stop hearing it. He pulled you close and brought you under the covers. You smiled and kissed his toned chest.

You felt more at peace with your self than you had in a long time.

And that felt good.

Cigarettes

DON’T OWN THE PICTURE

It felt weird.

Seeing him standing there after the years had passed.

But it wasn't a bad weird. It was the kind of weird that makes you excited; gives you little butterflies in your stomach.

That's what is was like seeing Min Yoongi after all these years.

Min Yoongi had been a big player when you were in your sophomore year of high school. He was a senior with your brother, Hoseok.

He was bad, did drugs and drank as well as had sex with whomever he wanted whenever he wanted. Usually wherever as well.

But.

He was a good person. He'd been dealt a few bad cards in life, he'd gotten into trouble with the law a few years back and it was kind of bad hit after bad hit once it got started. However, for some odd strange reason, you'd never been more smitten in your entire life.

It was the cliche forbidden romance.

You were the brother's precious little sister and Yoongi was the bad boy influence that the older brother hung out with for a taste of a badass lifestyle when in reality he still needed his mother and sister more than anything in the whole world. Which isn't a bad thing, but, you always wondered why Yoongi and Hoseok were friends. Seeing how soft Hobi was, but, they meshed pretty well over their love of rap. Sometimes one thing is enough for people.

You two did mess about for a little while, meeting behind the bleachers at the school and having silly make out sessions. But it had never gone further than that, because you were afraid of what Hoseok would think if he found out and Yoongi wasn't really worried about working too hard to impress you.

There were plenty of other women that wanted to play, and honestly, he didn't want to fuck up your life too bad if he could help it.

"Hey there, Princess, it's been a while," he said as you got out of your car, still wearing your gown from graduation.

"Yoongi-oppa," you said with a smile on your face. You walked over and gave him a hug, him placing a chaste kiss on your cheek, relishing in the fact that you still blushed brightly at the action.

"You look amazing, congratulations on your graduation," he said, handing over a little envelope. You were worried what would be inside, but in reality it was a cheap card with some money tucked away in there.

"Thank you," you said, putting the card in your bag.

"So, you're an adult now, full fledged and heading to college I assume, let's see if I can guess for what. You were always fascinated by foreign languages, it's got to be English. Are you going to go abroad?" He asked, giving you a small smile.

He was always so damn perceptive that it could make you crazy.

"Right on the money, as usual. You always seemed to know things before I did," you said, crossing your arms. Yoongi smiled and looked around, probably wondering where Hoseok was.

"Where's your brother, I thought for sure he'd be here today," he said, rubbing his chin.

He was just as beautiful as he was the last time you saw him.

He smelt like tobacco and cologne which was a winning combination in your mind, but, you were curious as to why he was here. It wouldn't just be for your graduation.

Generally the only time Yoongi showed up was to crash on your brother's couch for a few nights or to stroll through the memories he had in this town.

"He's hanging out with Namjoon and a few of my friends, Taehyung and Jimin, you remember them right?"

Yoongi nodded and put his hands in his pocket.

"Good kids, I remember them. I also remember a rascal named Jungkook trailing after them like he ran the place. Little shit, but, a good kid just like all the guys you hung around," he said, taking a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it.

"What are you doing back?" you asked, finally getting the question you wanted so bad out in the open. Yoongi took a long drag off his cancer stick before blowing the smoke away from you, so not to be rude.

"I had a feeling you might not remember, so I brought the note with me, and there was when you were crying on my jacket, but you'll remember after you read the note."

After stomping out his cigarette he reached into his pocket and pulled out a very yellow looking piece of paper. He held it out for you, obviously wanting you to read it. So you did, taking it from his hands.

It was your hand writing, oddly enough.

~

Oppa,

I know you are leaving soon and I would like to give you a gift...

The gift is me.

Please take my virginity.

I'll wait for you as long as it takes.

~

Your mouth dropped open and you looked up at Yoongi with a smugass grin on his face.

"Where the hell did you get this!?" you squealed, slapping his arm in embarrassment. All he did was laugh as you continued to beat him.

"You left it on my dresser the morning I was supposed to leave for a year to tour Europe. You had just turned legal and you were so cute," he said with such a innocent joy in his eyes.

"I-I... Oh my God!" You yelled, covering your face.

It was all coming back to you now.

-_-_-_-_-_-

You had been drinking.

Had it been a good idea?

Hell no.

But was it fun?

Fuck yes.

You were stumbling around in a party that Taehyung was hosting and there was a boy who had been eyeing you all night.

Maybe you should go talk to him.

You managed to get towards him before you stumbled and fell into a familiar pair of tobacco smelling arms.

Yoongi gazed at you with moderate annoyance and concern.

"Princess, how much have you had to drink tonight?" he asked, pulling you back up on your feet, even though it wasn't going to do you much good, considering how wobbly you were.

"Only a lot!" you giggled, hiccuping at the end of your sentence.

Yoongi looked around and didn't see your brother, so it was time to take on his role.

Taehyung had conveniently walked past Yoongi.

"Tae, let J know that I have Princess here, she's way too hammered to go home. Her mother would kill her."

Tae nodded and walked off in search of your brother. Yoongi picked you up and a few people helped him get you out to his car, considering you weren't particularly feeling ready to leave the party yet.

Finally everyone had you in the vehicle and Yoongi took off. The ride was silent and eventually he made it to his house.

Yoongi came around the back and picked you up, carrying you into his house. You were slowly sobering up, but it was a process. You didn't feel as wobbly anymore, but you still felt a little too flirty for your own good.

"Oppaaaa," you drew out, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Now Princess, don't play with me when you're drunk," he warned, setting you down on his bed. "I'm going to crash out on the couch, sleep tight Princess. Drink a lot of water tonight, even if you don't want to."

He turned to leave before he heard clothing hitting the floor.

Yoongi honestly was afraid to see you naked.

He wasn't sure if he could control himself if he did, but he had a rule about sleeping with people who couldn't consent.

But, turn he did, and what he saw was you there with tears running down your face and your shirt on the floor and you working on getting your bottoms off.

Yoongi rushed over and stopped you progress.

"Princess, why are you stripping and crying. It's a rather an odd combination."

"I want you to sleep with me, Oppa," you said, looking up at him with your teary eyes.

Yoongi was torn between his morals and the desire of finally having you the way he'd wanted since he'd taken your first kiss from you earlier in the year.

"I can't do that, Princess," he said, picking up your shirt from the floor.

"Is it because you don't feel that way about me? Or do you not want to have sex with a virgin?"

Your bold statement had sent a hot rush through his veins, but, he wasn't going to budge.

"It's because you're drunk, Princess, now lay down and go to bed," he said, coaxing you towards the bed.

You flung your arms around his neck and pressed your lips against his. Yoongi stood stock still as you worked your plush lips against his own. He couldn't resist kissing you back. You were too addicting for him to say no too.

You were worse than his cigarettes. His pot. His alcohol.

After a few minutes of kissing, you started pulling him towards the bed, but he pulled back and you pouted, looking at him with sad eyes.

"No means no Princess, it's not gonna happen, no matter how many kisses you give me," he said, pulling your hands off of him.

"You really don't find me attractive," you said, tears welling up in your eyes.

"Princess, believe me, if you weren't drunk, you would be on this bed, legs spread faster than your mind could process," he murmured, imagining how good the sight would be in his head.

Yoongi watched as tears started flowing down your face. He brought you into his arms and held you close, rubbing your bare skin to help soothe your fit.

Eventually you calmed down and Yoongi pulled you back to wipe your eyes.

"It'll all be alright, don't worry about anything Princess. But right now, you need to sleep," he said, brushing the hair out of your face.

"Sleep with me," you said bluntly.

"Can't do that, Princess. You're still so young, and you're drunk. I don't want to fuck up your life before it even begins," Yoongi said.

"Then, on my graduation day... Will you sleep with me then?"

Yoongi mulled this over in his head.

"If you want me on that day, then yes, I'll sleep with you, will you go to bed now?"

"A kiss to seal the promise," you said, presenting your lips to him. He walked forward and pressed his hot mouth against your own. You sighed in pleasure before wrapping your arms around his neck. Yoongi tensed for a moment, ready to fight off your advances, but you simply kept your lips against his and continued to kiss him.

The two of you laid down and he wrapped his arms around your waist before you fell asleep in his embrace.

-_-_-_-_-

"You seem to remember that night now," Yoongi said with a smug look on his face. You squealed and beat his arm.

"Is that the only reason you came back!? To get laid!? You shithead!"

Yoongi simply grabbed your wrists and held you off, laughing at your anger.

"No, I truly came back because my mom needed my help down at the shop, but your graduation fell around this time, so I stuck around a little longer than she needed me, just to see if you remembered that little memory," he said laughing. "Anyways, I do need to get going, it was really good to see you Princess, honestly that look on your face will keep me laughing for months," he said, moving away from you and starting to head down the road.

You weren't sure when you would see him again.

Would you ever?

He was known to be such a drifter some people haven't seen him in five years where other's saw him once and never saw him after that. Like breath on the mirror he seemed to fade from existence itself.

"Oppa!"

Yoongi froze, turning around.

"What is it now Princess?" He asked, seeming like he really did need to go somewhere.

"M-Meet me under the bleachers tonight? Just like old times? I want to hang out with you," you said, silently holding your breath while you waited for his answer.

"Sure, I'll see you around 9:00."

With that, he walked down the road, fading over the horizon and you couldn't help but wonder if that was going to be the last time you ever saw him...

And you didn't even get to kiss him this time.

-_-_-_-_-_-

It was 10:30, you had been waiting here for over two hours, seeing as how you arrived here way before Yoongi told you to meet him here.

This was his usual M.O. He was always super late to things.

Just as you were about to forget it and just leave, footsteps started approaching the bleachers.

Yoongi appeared from the front and you gave him a big smile. He walked over and gave you a hug before leaning back and lighting up a cigarette.

"Those things kill people you know."

"God I hope so."

That was Yoongi's normal answer. Always cynical and depressing, but he had his moments of happiness. That was generally when he was shitfaced or high as a kite.

Or, when you said something cute that made him laugh.

"It's late, you're still waiting, I was tempted to just show up at your house. But I thought I would check here first," he said, taking a long drag off his cigarette.

"Remember when they kicked you off the basketball team cause they caught you smoking?" You asked, taking the cigarette from his mouth and stomping it out on the ground.

"Yes, they lost their best player, heard they haven't done well since I was on the team. Is that dumbass still the coach?" He asked, pulling another cigarette out from his pocket. You snatched it and flung it in the opposite direction.

"You know I hated it when you smoked, so don't do it in front of me," you said, crossing your arms.

Yoongi simply chuckled and nodded, keeping his hands away from his pockets.

"Why did you want to meet me? I am planning on going in the morning, early too. Even if that means I have to haul my ass out of bed at 8:00."

"When will you be back?" You asked, looking into his eyes.

"Not sure, maybe never, there's not much left for me here. Probably come back every so often to visit mom and dad, but other than that," he said, looking like he was thinking of more reasons to come home.

"What about Hoseok and the boys?"

"We have a group chat and Hoseok is going to college in the city, you know that. Why are you asking all of a sudden?"

You took a deep breath and tried to calm your nerves.

"Because-"

RING RING...

RING RING...

Yoongi's phone went off and he answered it quickly.

"Hello?"

He started walking along the fence line, you following him quickly.

"I don't have time, leaving in the morning and don't really want to stick around longer than I need to, especially not because I'm hungover."

Probably a party invitation. Yoongi always got invited to any one he wanted, partially because all the girls wanted a good lay and Yoongi was a good supplier of alcohol for the kids who came to the party. It was a good way for Yoongi to make some spending money from the students who didn't really know how much alcohol cost.

This conversation was going on longer than expected. Whatever it was, this person seemed to wrap Yoongi's attention to them and it was starting to piss you off.

His attention should be on you right now, you had something kind of important to discuss...

The longer he spoke on the phone, the more you got pissed off at whoever was on the other line.

What the fuck took twenty minutes to talk about!?

"H-Hang on man. Hey Princess, I'm just going to go, alright? You have my number, if can we talk about what you needed to ask me some other time?"

"Y-Yeah, sure... I-I mean, I guess," you said, buckling under the pressure of importance.

Yoongi patted you on the head and started walking down the street.

Did that really just happen?

Did you let your opportunity to lose your virginity to the man you had loved since Sophomore year just walk away from you?

Because of a fucking phone call!?

Your mind was racing and you palms were sweating.

What could you do? He was getting further and further away, and you were certain you were going to loose him if you didn't start chasing after him soon.

Your feet started forward, and before you knew it you were running.

It felt like every step closer you took towards him the further and further he got from you.  But you were determined to catch him, so catch him you would.

There was a cross walk that made you stop before the light turned green for you, he was stuck there right now, this was your chance to catch him.

Yoongi started walking forward, but you bursted towards him. Your lungs burned for air and your legs were tired from the running, but you were so close to him you could smell his cologne,

You had him.

As hard as you could, you pulled his arm back and swung him around to face you. Yoongi stumbled and almost hauled off and punched before he saw who was hanging onto him.

"Princess? What the fuck are you doing?" He asked, looking at you with an odd look on his face.

Without any warning you pulled him to your lips, finding them just as warm and pleasurable as they had been when you were younger.

Yoongi was stock still once you pulled away, not quite sure what to make of the situation.

"Sleep with me," you said, trying to get the shaking in your limbs under control.

Yoongi looked at you with shock in his eyes, but hung up the phone anyways.

"Sorry, I-I've gotta be hearing things, did you just tell me to sleep with you?" he questioned, giving you an incredulous look.

"I am asking you, Min Yoongi to take my virginity. Right. Now."

Yoongi's eyes enlarged a little bit before he swallowed thickly and looked towards you.

"Are you sure you want it to be me? I'm not that great, Princess, I mean in general. In bed I'm great, but, in general I'm kind of a cynical asshole if you haven't noticed," he said, staring at your lips obviously longing for more.

"I'm positive, Oppa. It has to be you," you said, wrapping your arms around his neck. He leaned down and took your lips in a possessive kiss before pulling back and holding you in his arms.

"If that's what you want, then that's what you'll have."

-_-_-_-_-_-

It was simple enough, but him kissing you on his couch was immensely terrifying.

This was it, you were going to lose your virginity!

To the man you've harbored a crush on for almost four years!

Yoongi was being oddly respectful. You remembered having to stop him a few times back in high school, he was always a little handsy, but never went further than was pleasurable. He'd always made you think about it in your mind. If you really wanted to go that extra step with him.

His hands started to go down your body, following the natural curves of your form. You gave a soft little moan and you could feel him smiling against your lips.

"So responsive, I can't wait to see what you have under that skirt for me," he said, licking his lips in anticipation.

"You can look," you said, pulling your skirt up to your stomach to reveal your clothed center. You had picked out dark purple lace panties to go with your dark bra for the evening. Yoongi stared at you for a long time, his mouth hanging open slightly.

You leaned forward and shut his mouth for him.

"Put your mouth to better use for me," you said, surprisingly dominant.

Yoongi scoffed and surged forward, attaching his lips to your core. You moaned and arched your back forwards. The feeling of his hot lips against your center was almost too good to be true. He hooked his fingers in the strap of your panties and snapped them, making you squeal slightly.

"God, no one has touched you like this... I'm the first, holy fuck this is so hot, Princess," he moaned.

You watched as he disappeared underneath your skirt, a pair of panties emerging a few moments later.

A rush of cold air hit your center and your cringed away from the feeling. Yoongi smiled and blew over your center, watching you squirm and writhe from the sensations he supplied.

You wanted him to do it already!

What was he waiting for?

"O-Oppa..."

Yoongi lifted his head and you looked into his beautiful eyes. You grabbed his face and pulled his lips against yours, much to Yoongi's surprise. He had forgotten how much you actually enjoyed kissing.

"Please touch me," you breathed, yearning for him to do something. Anything.

Yoongi did as you asked and moves his thumb down your opening, dipping slightly in your entrance to gauge how wet you were. Yoongi was surprised to find that you weren't that wet at all.

"Baby, does what I'm doing not feel good? You need to tell me before we go any further, I have lube if you want me to get it-"

You gripped his sleeve and stopped him from leaving you.

"No, I'm fine. Please just....use your mouth to get me wet...."

Yoongi's eyes sparkled because of the slightly erotic words you were using. Without needing to be told twice, Yoongi surged forward and placed his lips on your pussy. The heat was immeasurable and the pleasure was twice that if possible. Yoongi moved his tongue along the folds of your lower lips and over the bundle of nerves that sat at the top of your flower.

His tongue was doing an erotic dance with your womanhood and it felt incredible. Yoongi moaned as more and more of your juices started coming from you. You tasted like heaven and sin all at once.

He knew this was wrong.

He didn't deserve you in your worst moments, and this was probably one of your best.

But he didn't give a fuck about deserving shit right now, because you wanted him. You chose him out of all the other men that you could've done this with. Not Jimin, not Taehyung or Jungkook. Fuck not even that TA that you had been crushing on for a few months Jin. It was him.

And that was what made this moment important to him. It mattered to him, because it was important to you.

Yoongi started sucking and pulling on your lower lips, making little growls of approval whenever you bucked your hips towards his mouth or when you grabbed his hair out of sheer bliss.

He could feel you getting closer and closer by the way you were shaking, soon you would be over that edge and you would be wet enough to take him.

That's where he got worried.

You were a virgin.

It generally hurt for a girl's first time and you were almost as innocent as they came. Of course you'd kissed before, but not like this and no one had intruded on your innocence except Yoongi.

He didn't want you to feel pain. And the wrenching in his gut was that it was going to feel so good to him.

It was almost barbaric to him for you to experience such pain while he got innumerable amounts of pleasure.

But right now, he was focused on giving you a well deserved orgasm.

He sucked on your clit harshly, watching you thrash underneath him as he nibbled and swirled your little pearl about with his tongue. Your grip on his hair tightened and he knew this was it.

It was go time. He took his thumb and started massaging your outer lips before sucking on your clit hard. You shouted and started to shake. Yoongi watched as you came undone before his eyes.

It felt so good. So incredible good. The wire that had been tightening in your stomach for what felt like years was finally released.

Yoongi lapped at your slightly swollen center to help ease you through the sensations.

You were sweating and you looked down at Yoongi between your legs. His eyes were blown and he looked at you like you were a meal and he hadn't eaten in days.

Finally he was up and on his knees, undoing his belt and flinging it to the floor. You watched as he stripped himself of his clothes, almost teasingly as he kept his pants on just not done up fully.

You quickly sat up and pulled off your clothes, not even caring where they landed on the floor. Yoongi was on top of you quickly afterwards and kissing you desperately.

"You're so fucking hot, baby," he moaned as he kissed down your neck and to your chest. He took one nipple into his mouth and started to suckle. You moaned and arched your back into the sensations.

His warm mouth was encasing the sensitive skin and all you could do was hold onto his neck and moan out your pleasure.

Yoongi grabbed your hips and spread your legs again, rubbing himself against your center. You moaned his name and grabbed his shoulders.

He was hot and ready to fuck you.

There was little time wasted as Yoongi pulled off his pants and underwear, revealing his large cock to you. You couldn't help the blush that erupted over your face, but you remained still, watching as he rolled a condom over his length.

"Alright Princess, are you ready?" he asked, looking into your eyes.

"I'm ready," you whispered, placing your hand on his cheek. Yoongi leaned into your touch and kissed your palm.

You felt him line himself up with your entrance and you tensed slightly, waiting for the pain to start.

"Baby," he whispered. You jumped at the sound of his voice and Yoongi could tell you were scared.  "You can't tense up like that, I won't be able to put it in if you do that. Just relax, the more you relax the less it will hurt," he said with such sensitivity you instantly relaxed naturally.

Yoongi waited until you calmed down a little bit before pushing forward and watching your features for any discomfort.

It felt odd, having him fill you up. There was a stinging pain that started to become more and more prevalent the further he pushed in.

He was careful as his hips slowly met yours. Yoongi looked into your eyes as tears slowly streamed down your face.

"Omo, don't cry, you need to tell me if it hurts. I can pull out-"

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.  He responded quickly and kept still inside of you.

"Move, Oppa, it's alright," you encouraged, shifting your hips upwards slightly. He groaned but pulled back before entering you again. A rush of pain and pleasure went through your core.

You were so full.

It was all you could think about. Yoongi being inside of you was such a different experience. It felt amazing. Not just the sex itself, but the fact that you got to be this close to him.

You wondered why he didn't do this sooner. Why did you do this sooner?

But you had been waiting for Yoongi all this time in your heart.

You'd had boyfriends who obviously wanted to play around, but you never let them. Maybe in your heart you knew that you wanted Yoongi. Your body only wanted him to have this moment with you. And you've known it since you were younger.

He started to move a little faster. This skin of your thighs and the skin of his hips making a lewd smacking sound that echoed through the night. The pain was almost gone, just slightly stinging if he went too hard.

But it all felt so good. You were moaning loudly and grabbing onto his shoulder.

You remember when the two of you were younger and he had this platinum blonde hair that suited him so well. He looked like an angel. But right now his hair was black with hints of blue in it.

He looked older and more mature, less ethereal and childlike.

But he was still Yoongi, and right now, he was yours.

Your were incredibly tight around him. He wasn't sure if he was going to last long at all. It had been months since he'd had sex period. But he couldn't remember the last time he had sex with a virgin except for his first time.

Yoongi was panting above you with effort, droplets of sweat running down his face and spine. You ran your hands down his back and placed your hands on his waist, letting him fuck into you as hard or as deeply as he wanted.

You'd never felt more connected to someone in your entire life. He was inside of you and he was so thick and hard that the only thing really registering in your mind was the pleasure he was delivering to you.

He was starting to groan louder.

"Oh fuck, ___, you're so tight," he said, licking his lips and squeezing his eyes shut in what looked to be pain.

"Y-Yoongi-oppa, it feels so good, don't stop!"

Your shrill voice echoed through the room and Yoongi bucked into you particularly hard. The pain erupted in your stomach and you sat up to grab onto him.

Yoongi rolled so he was in a sitting position as well and you worked yourself on top of him. He placed his hands on your hips as to guide you along his shaft in a pleasurable way for both of you.

He felt even bigger now, if that was possible.

How could he even begin to feel this incredible inside of you.

"Tell me you're gonna cum soon baby, please, I don't think I can hang on much longer," he moaned, kissing your breasts with tender affection.

"Close... So close..." You breathed. Yoongi smiled up at you at he started to slam into your pussy even harder than before.

"Take it, take my cock so good baby, oh fuck, gonna cum... Shit! Oh fuck," he groaned as his pace became erratic.

You could feel the tightness from earlier returning and you knew that you were about to let go.

"Yoongi! Yoongi!" you yelped as you felt yourself being thrown over the edge into sheer bliss.

He felt your walls clamp down on him as your orgasm took over and that was it for him. He groaned your name and slammed his hips into yours once last time before shuddering.

You slumped into his arms and Yoongi laid back on the bed, still throbbing inside of you.

The two of you were speechless for a few moments, simply panting and trying to calm your racing hearts.

"Oppa..." you whispered, looking at Yoongi who's eyes were closed.

"Mmm? What is it princess?" He asked, peeking one eye open.

"Thank you... For, uh... Well..."

Yoongi slowly pulled out of you and got up, rolling the condom off of his softening length and throwing it into the garbage.

"Princess, it was my pleasure," he said, throwing you a shirt and pulling his boxers back on. He was searching through his pants and grabbed a cigarette, lighting in and putting it in his mouth as he blew the smoke away from you.

"Min Yoongi you but that damn thing out right now or I will smoke it for you," you growled.

"What did you just call me Princess?" he asked, getting closer to you.

"I called you by your name, now put the damn cigarette out and come over here and cuddle with me," you said, narrowing your eyes at him.

Yoongi wasn't one to say no to a good thing, so he quickly put the cigarette out and ran back to bed to wrap you up in his arms.

"You smell like cigarettes and sex," you complained as he kissed your head.

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

The room went silent before you looked up at him.

"Oppa... Are you going to leave tomorrow still?"

Your heart raced as you waited for his response.

"I do have business I need to take care of in the city, but that doesn't mean that I have to go alone," he said, looking down at you with a little smirk on his face.

"B-but what about my parents-"

"Hobi can call them and tell him your visiting him for the weekend. Come with me baby, I promise I'll make it worth your while..."

You blushed and kissed his cheek.

"Well, I guess," you said, before pulling him to your lips once more.

It was stupid to agree to go with him. The two of you were so young and ignorant to everything about this world.

But that's what made it special.

Because it would just be you, Yoongi and his trusty pack of Cigarettes that would get you through the long nights.