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Park Jimin Homescreens
park jimin homescreens
he’s so pretty. that’s it.
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i'll tame you ~ moodboard
Chapter One
– first impressions are dangerous and to be avoided –
Rebel leader and outlaw Min Suga trusts himself to remain sharp under pressure.
But when that pressure arrives at the hands of his enemy, the black foxes' first lieutenant Park Jimin, it's only nature he goes smooth instead.
Come on, admit it: not everyone's strong enough to resist a vixen.
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Chapter One
– Lingerie and Letter Openers –
Park Jimin's new job...
It's intimidating, to say the least. All the employees look like male models; the boss loves opening letters and… other things; his uniform turns out to be much less than appropriate; and the boardroom meetings require him to lay his expectations on the table.
Well.
More than just expectations get laid on the table.
a.k.a.
Join the new hire at Min Enterprises, Park Jimin, as he finds out what exactly the fine print said in his employment contract.
So, India is dying.
Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.
If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.
A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.
There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.
There is no plan.
Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.
Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.
We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.
This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.
We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.
People are dying.
People are dying.
People are dying and there is no plan.
More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.
My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.
Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.
But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.
She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.
So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.
If you can, donate.
Or spread the word.
Help. Please.
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- WORKS IN PROGRESS -
BTS | Bangtan Boys
baby doll (jimin-centric, heavy smut)
pride of busan–miss saigon parody (yoonmin, angst & smut)
i'll tame you (yoonmin, enemies to lovers)
Boku No Hero Academia
you've really done it this time (bakudeku, mostly smut)
stick around if you're interested ;)
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Chapter Four
– Don't Wanna Fight the Wave –
Park Jimin has a full second day at Min Enterprises, his work consisting of servicing the hard-pressed employees.