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One Shots:

At That Place | Exes To Lovers AU, Coffee Shop AU | no warnings

You run into your ex at the coffee shop you both used to frequent.

Inhibition | Choreographer Reader, Fluff | no warnings

Namjoon needs help loosening up and getting out of his head when dancing. You decide to take him to a club.

Maid To Be | Regency AU, slight friends to lovers | Warnings: accidental groping, awkward Joon, a little cringe at times but in a cute way | Part Two in “Regency AU” series

Marriage wasn’t something you thought about much as a maid. You knew you would end up wherever your mistress, Dorothea, did. Despite the encouragement of your employers, you planned to live your life as Dorothea’s maid forever. When her attractive cousins come to visit, you can’t help but notice how much they’ve changed.

Innocence | Mafia AU, Angst, Fluff | Warnings: violence, guns/gun violence, cursing, violence against women, home invasion

When you end up getting caught in the crossfire, you’re brought to the local mafia leader who promises to rehabilitate you. Although, falling in love you certainly wasn’t part of the plan.

Not So Silent Night | Quarantine Romance, slight Enemies To Lovers, Neighbors AU, Fluff, slight Angst | no warnings

Namjoon hadn’t intended to spend much time in his tiny apartment. And then a pandemic broke out. Now he’s stuck dealing with his noisy neighbor, you.

Waiting For Superman | Superhero AU, Comic Book AU?, Journalist Namjoon, Journalist OC, best friends to lovers, Action, Angst if you squint, Fluff | cursing, violence, injury, hospitalization, bombings, hostage situations, kidnapping, uses chloroform to make someone unconscious, alcohol, physics lol | Part of my “Metropolis AU” series

After your father, one of the top antimatter scientists is killed in his laboratory by villain Outlier, you and your best friend, Namjoon survive the only known antimatter bomb, you both go on to be two of the top journalists in Metropolis. Only, there’s something off about you that most people can’t put their finger on. Namjoon is the only one who notices, not even you know your biggest secret. Hoping to protect you from Outlier, Namjoon also guards a secret of his own.

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Delivery | Fluff | no warnings

You don’t know who you’re delivering to when you pull up to the huge house. And somehow you manage to become Kim Seokjin’s favorite delivery person.

Fish Cakes | Established Relationship AU, Fluff | no warnings

Jin warned you not to mess with the sugar gliders while he is gone. You and Jungkook decide to disobey him. You come to regret this when one of them escapes.

Amor | Hogwarts AU, Head Boy!Jin x Head Girl!Reader, Hufflepuff!Jin, Fluff, slight Unrequited AU (although not really) slight Hanahaki AU | Warnings: falling into water

Students are always trying to slip love potions to the alluring Head Boy. One night in the head’s office, you and Seokjin come across Amortentia.

Heartbreak Weather | Weatherman!Jin, Metropolis/loosely based off comic books, Rivalry, soft Enemies to Lovers, Jin x Male Reader | Warnings: all the sexual tension lol, hurricanes | Part of my “Metropolis AU” series

The rival weatherman at Channel 5 just so happens to be Kim Seokjin who you just so happened to have had a thing with in college. Sort of. When a hurricane brings the two of you back together again, the forecast calls for love and dredged up feelings.

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One Shot:

Secret Santa | Christmas Themed, Fluff | no warnings

Your secret Santa gift practically brings you to tears. But your secret Santa won’t reveal their identity.

Heartbreaker | slight Enemies to Lovers, Grew Up Together AU, Idiots to Lovers, Fluff, Angst, Bad Boy!Yoongi if you squint | Warnings: fighting, very minimal cursing, bittersweet ending

Min Yoongi broke your heart so many times. Little did you know, he was the one holding it together

Spare Change | Strangers to Friends to Lovers AU, Trainee! Yoongi, Fluff, maybe a tiny bit of Angst? | no warnings

You spared Min Yoongi some change for the bus. Little did you know he’d pay you back one day.

Study Sessions | Hogwarts AU, Established Relationship, Slytherin!Yoongi x Ravenclaw!Reader, Light Smut | Warnings: Implied/Light Smut, Public Sex, Short (more of a drabble)

You need to study for your OWLs. Your boyfriend Yoongi, however, has something else on his mind.

This Christmas | Producer!Yoongi, Fluff, Angst, slight enemies to lovers, Christmas-y | Warnings: portrayal of an abusive relationship (not involving Yoongi)

Yoongi doesn’t wanna work with a bubble gum idol like you. Especially not after your scandal where your and your manager’s relationship was revealed. And definitely not for a Christmas song.

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Sutures | Soulmates AU, Idiots to Lovers, slight Enemies to Lovers | alcohol consumption, sexual references, references to a one night stand, cursing, hospitals, some slight smut but nothing explicit, other warnings posted at beginning of each chapter

“A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” –Jean de la Fontaine

There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

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Drunk In Love | Best Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Angst | Warnings: drinking, bad karaoke, attempted sexual assault, unwanted sexual advances, this is super old and not as good as my other work lmao

You and Hoseok go out for the first time in a while. While singing your hearts out during bad karaoke and dancing til you dropped, the alcohol makes both of you realize that maybe you care a little more for each other than you thought.

Wilted | Best Friends To Lovers, Fluff, Tiny Bit Of Angst | no warnings

Your best friend. Hoseok, asks for help picking out flowers for his girlfriend.

Dance Lessons | Hogwarts AU, friends to lovers, fluff | drinking, mentions of bullying, tooth rotting fluff

Your friends are absolutely stunned when you say you’re not going to attend Yule Ball. When they find out it’s because your embarrassed to dance, your friend Hobi offers to give you a lesson. If he knew he were the reason why.

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Idolatry | Friends to Lovers, Idol!Reader, Fluff | Warnings: mentions of alcohol

Still a trainee, you are set to debut soon and show up at BigHit for some training. You didn’t think you’d see your old classmate Jimin. But you weren’t upset when he walked into the dance studio.

Neighbors | Neighbors AU, Fluff | Warnings: slight sex references, big floof of a dog

The walls are thinner than they should be.

Pas de Deux | Nutcracker AU, Swan Lake AU, slight Fantasy AU | Warnings: mild depictions of violence

When you were just a baby, Herr Drosselmeyer cured your feet. Becoming a dancer, some believe your ability is related to his magic. Even your dance partner, Jimin. Herr Drosselmeyer comes the Christmas Eve night before your performance in Swan Lake, a turning point in your career. After a frustrating rehearsal where you and Jimin couldn’t get the lift right, you find that the nutcracker gifted to you by Herr Drosselmeyer may be just as magical as the man himself.

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Babysitter | Childhood Friends to Lovers, Fluff | no warnings

You babysit Taehyung’s little cousins. As a famous idol, he’s not around a lot. But, this night, he decides to make a surprise visit.

Show & Tell | Teacher!Reader, Fluff | no warnings

One of your students brings his famous (and cute) cousin for show and tell.

Winter Bear | Roommates AU, Fluff | Warnings: cursing

Your new roommate Taehyung can’t seem to let you work in peace. Yet, when you inevitably fall asleep working every night, you never question why you wake up in your bed.

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Caramel Macchiato | Coffeeshop AU, Former Friends to Lovers, Fluff | Warnings: cringe and awkward moments lol

Your first kiss happened during the pocky game in high school. The boy you kissed, Jeon Jungkook, was a trainee. You planned to forget it and shove down any leftover feelings. Although, it’s a bit hard to do that when his face is on the billboard outside the coffee shop you work at. It becomes even harder when the man himself walks in with the sound of the bells on the door.

Golden Boy | Hogwarts AU, Qudditch AU, Rivals to Lovers, Gryffindor!Jungkook x Slytherin!Reader | Warnings: injury, hospital stay (or in this case hospital wing)

You, the Slytherin Seeker, and Jungkook, the Gryffindor Seeker, were practically made to be rivals. As it comes to the match that will determine the House Cup, you and Jungkook learn that the line between rivalry and a crush may be thinner than you thought.

Rabbit Hunting | Regency AU, slight enemies to lovers, fluff | no warnings | Part of my “Regency AU” series

Marriage is the first thing on your mother’s mind and the last on yours. Especially when you unexpectedly run into a mysterious gentleman while on a leisurely walk.

Lock & Key | Best Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Angst | Warnings: cursing, dirty jokes

When Jungkook ditches you on your birthday, your friendship looks like it’s about to crumble. Your friend group becomes tired of your bickering and decides to take the matter into their own hands. Somehow, you and Jungkook find yourselves handcuffed together.

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⪩⪨﹒ 🛁 My angel ﹐ʬʬ

Familiar

Plot: It had been a few months since Park Jimin had learned a valuable lesson, but he was craving to meet the person who had taught it to him, even though he was still with his girlfriend.

Pairing: Idol! Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: MUCH Angst, fluff

Notes: There you go. Foreign 2. I ain’t writing more of this. You are lucky I didn’t kill off the reader or anyone. 2.5k Words

P.S. If you ask for more, I’m just going to ignore it because I hate writing more cliché bull. I love you all, but I’m a brat.

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It was never the same. After he had met you, he stopped caring about his relationship, but tried so hard to do what he could to get the same spark he used to have. Don’t get him wrong – there was a spark, but it didn’t come close to the one he had with you. 

His bandmates had even noticed this change. It wasn’t obvious, but he had been with his bandmates for more than three years now. They knew about his behavior. It was less excitable when he saw his girlfriend, maybe he went over to her place more, but it seemed as if he was forcing himself to.

“Jimin, are you okay?”

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hands, mornings, and kisses + jimin 1k | fluff

You swore over and over again that you didn’t realize, that it was subconscious, that it happened without you even noticing, but Jimin never believed a single one of your excuses. And although you were more than a hundred percent positive and truthful, you couldn’t deny the relief that surged through your veins when your fingertips trailed over the soft skin of your boyfriend’s hands.

It wasn’t your fault if Jimin had the most beautiful, soft-to-the-touch hands you had ever seen. If anything, it was completely his own mistake – you’ve seen his everyday moisturizing routine and you’ve caught him staring back at you in the mirror while his fingers glide against each other, feigning innocence when your eyes lock.

The tiniest of hums leaves Jimin’s throat and joins the sizzling of the pan and the occasional bird chirp, all of the natural Sunday morning sounds forming a symphony that has your lips tugging in a smile. He’s wearing a long, white muscle tee shirt, showing off his strong biceps and his sides. A black boxer covers his bottom, ending at the middle of his steel-looking thighs, and he sways from side to side to the beat he’s singing along to. You can clearly see the hard muscle of his back move as he shakes the pan in one hand and ruffles his hair with the other from your position leaning against the kitchen’s doorframe.

With footsteps dimmed by the volume of his now full-on singing, you move towards your boyfriend and breathe in his scent mixed with the smell of scrambled eggs and butter. Giggles escape you when you hear him gasping as your arms wrap around his middle and your face nuzzles his shoulder, and he places the pan onto the stove to turn around in your arms. Jimin doesn’t stop crooning even when his lips skim yours, noses touching and hands intertwining.

“Morning, baby.” He whispers and his breath fans against your face, making you grin and press your lips together again.

Your thumb starts to map the expanse of his small hand, trailing up his index fingers while your other hand abandons the one it was holding, joining your left to caress Jimin’s. Bringing his hand up to your face, you let out a sigh and lean your cheek into his welcoming palm. The smile on Jimin’s face is bright and clear, turning his eyes into slits adorned with little crinkles, and he squeezes your hip.

You leave kisses anywhere your lips can reach; on his hand, his wrist, the ends of his fingers. He can’t stop the happiness pouring out of his grin and you don’t even bother hiding all the love you put in every kiss against him. Locks of hair tickle your neck and it’s only then that you realize Jimin’s hiding his face into you, his hand leaving your face to circle your waist and pull your body into his.

A long moment of silence ensues where you’re just holding each other, enjoying the heat skin-on-skin contact gives you, the comfort and passion of your love surrounding both of you until finally he speaks, “God, I love this – I love you.”  

| jimin | love is blind

Jimin x reader

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Summary→ in a world where soulmates share eye color, some had one blue and one green, some brown and blue but jimin had one dark brown and one completely white.

Ever Since jimin was born he came out with one white eye. Though the doctor said everything with his vision was fine his parents worried more for his future, there had never been reports of soulmates with white eyes before. Did he not have a soulmate? Had they passed away?

When jimin was younger kids had teased him for his eye saying he'd be lonely forever. Now that he's older people just tend to stare and give dirty looks. Jimin had got used to the idea that he'd grow old all alone, but he couldn't help but get a little jealous when he saw his best friend jungkook be so loving with his soulmate. They looked so at peace with each other, hands intertwined, soft giggles leaving their lips.

"Jimin Hyung" the younger one called out breaking him from his daze, "me and Riko are going to get ice cream, want to join us?" Jungkook asked "no thank jungkook, I have practice" jungkook whined "ah ok maybe next time" he waved to jimin with a smile "sure" jimin waved as he headed to the dance room.

Jimin was a dance major and put all his time into practice hoping one day his dream of being a successful dancer would come true. He spent close to three hours perfecting his dance for his test next week, students had to come up with their own choreography using the given prompt, love.

Even though the choreography was free and smooth he felt so disconnected from it. He didn't know what love felt like. His dance was more filled with emptiness and loss. He splashed his face with cold water cooling himself down, his breath was heavy as he examined his face in the mirror glancing at his white eye before packing his things.

He walked through the baren hallways with his head down full of thoughts that clouded his head. He took a tumble backward after someone bumped into them dropping all their books, "sorry" she apologized as her hands Skyward the floor trying to find her books. "It's ok, it me help you" he said bending down picking up the books "oh thank you" you smiled. Your eyes, they matched perfectly matched his, white in the left and a dark brown in the right but how? He thought he would be alone forever. His trans broke once you stud up.

"Your eye," he said jumping his feet. You turned around with an awkward smile "yeah, it's like that I'm blind" his breath hitched. So he did have a soulmate and he was looking at her right in the face. "I-i think I'm your soulmate" he blurted out, the air around you suddenly felt thin and you could hear a pin drop. "Park jimin, dance major" he introduced himself "y/n l/n history major, are you sure?" He nodded but mentally hit himself "yes, I have one white eye in my right and dark brown in my left, I thought I didn't have a soulmate..."

"I uh.." You were speechless "would you like to hang out, I'm free right now," he asked. Was this how he was supposed to do it? He never thought about a scenario like this before, why would he, his whole life had been a lie, he did have a soulmate. "Sure, I was just heading to the library if you wanted to join me" you smiled "the library? Aren't you blind?" You nodded "these are in braille" he mouthed an "oh" before speaking up "sure," he said following your lead. "Here," he said opening the door for you "thank you"

You felt your way around the library making your way to the desk "hi miss.l/n how can I help you" the librarian asked in a sweet tone "just returning these" you said handing off your books. "Would you like to take a seat?" He nodded pulling out a seat for the both of you. A few sounds of silence passed before you spoke up "I don't mean to weird you out but can I feel your face?" You asked "sure" he leaned in and guided your hands to his face before letting them go to roam his face. Your hands gently outlined his features while his eyes admired yours. "Very plump lips and a small nose, I bet your pretty" he giggled as his cheeks turned a dark red "thank you, you are pretty"

"So you're a dance major?" You questioned "yes, I have a test coming up next week" you hummed a response "what about?" You asked curiously "i have to come up with a choreography using the prompt love" you tilted your head "really, i bet it's gonna be great" you smiled "i hope so"

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Over the next week, he spent all his time either hanging out with you or practice and the more time he spent with you the more his dance changed, the more he felt connected with the word "love". Friday's had come up fast and it was now time to show off his dance. The music started and the dance began at a fast yet graceful pace at first showing sadness and distraught but his movements became slow as his hands raised from his chest, his neck, and then his eyes where a blindfold had laid. He carefully untied the blindfold before tearing it off in a fast motion following the music. His movements once again turned fast but this time gentle showing fulfillment and joy. The music slowly began to fade as he dropped to the floor with a raised hand before placing it on his chest as the music stopped.

Claps soon filled the silence "that was great Mr.park now what is your dance called" one of the professors asked "love is blind" he smiled "alright Mr. park thank you" he smiled giving a bow before walking off stage and out into the hallway. "Jimin?" You called out "y/n, what are you doing here?" He asked with the biggest smile "i knew you had a test today so i thought i surprise you" you said, "how did you do?" You asked "the professor said i did great but i wouldn't have been able to it as well without you" he said brushing your hair behind your ears.

"What do you mean?" You asked confused "i didn't know what love felt like before i meeting you, but over the last week of knowing you, i found it and unleashed it into my dance. i don't think i would be able to represent the word love without you" you were in shock at jimins words. He took the opportunity to press a soft kiss on your lips before backing away "y/n, will you be my girlfriend?" He asked not being able to contain a smile, you brought your hand to your lips "really?" You blushed being completely flustered "really." He said placing a hand on your shoulder "id love that" you said full of joy "great, my love would you like to get some ice cream?" You nodded "great, let's go" he said placing another kiss on your forehead making you giggle. "My love" he whispered.

JIMIN fic recs oneshot PART 1

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Oneshot :-

Fluff :- ☁️

Angst :- 🥀

Smut :- 🔥

Crack :- 🎃

Personal Favourite :- ✨

1. you.Me.us__ ☁️🔥🥀 (stalker, yandere , thriller) @kosmosguk

2. Driver's license __ ☁️🥀✨ (coming-of-age, one-sided!au, brother's bestfriend!au) @gyukult

3.while you are at it __ ☁️🔥(pool boy jimin, divorced reader). @aureumjeon

4. I need you __ ☁️🔥🥀(exes to lovers, oneshot, idol au) @hisunshiine

5. Crystal snow __ ☁️🥀✨ (figure skating!au, fantasy!au, king jimin, supernatural power). @minniepetals

6. Vampire's garden__☁️🎃(College student jimin, fantasy, dark fantasy, vampire au). @ebonyinktea

7. soliloquy __☁️🎃 (Angel jimin× human reader). @kinktae

8. schrödinger’s cat__ ☁️🎃✨(guardian angel jimin, comfort) @dovechim

9. Azure blue__☁️🎃✨(Adventure, Fairy!Au ) @jimlingss

10. The pull of the tides __☁️🔥(surfur au, Strangers to lovers) @goldenscript

11. Fairytale__☁️🎃(merman jimin × human reader) @gukyi

12. Rock bottom __☁️🥀🔥✨( Idol!Jimin, establishedrelationship!AU, marriage! AU) @jkbabiey

13. Boats against the current __☁️🎃✨ (Hogwarts au, opposite to lovers). @gukyi

14. Into the wilderness __☁️🥀🎃✨ (camp counselor!au, unrequited love!au, friends to lovers!au) @gukyi

15. Lover to lean on__☁️🥀🔥🎃✨ (neighbour au, flower shop au, it's more complicated) @sketchguk

16. Paper bandits __☁️🎃(highschool au, S2F2L) @vantaenims

17. Blowing dandelions __☁️🥀🔥(badboy jimin, e2l, childhood friends, college au). @httpjeon

18. Grinch in law__☁️🥀🔥✨(fiance to marriage, bad to good mother-in-law, established relationship) @mercurygguk

19. Cut me free__☁️🥀🔥(Demon Yandere jimin ) @sopejinsunflower

20. Earnestly yours __ ☁️🎃✨(Highschool au , enemies to lovers , actor au) @gukyi

21. Theophany (To Paint a God) __☁️🥀🔥 (college!au , Old Friends to Lovers , Best Friend’s Brother!Jimin , Bisexual!Reader , Dancer!Jimin , Painter!Reader) @ilikemesometaetaes

22. Hello__ ☁️🥀🔥✨(exestolovers!au, high school pining, adult love, slice of life au ) @gyukult

23. Only you __ ☁️🔥 (single dad jimin, best friends to lovers au) @personasintro

24. Hell-ish__☁️🎃 (establisedrelationship, kinda fun date) @jtrbluv

25. 20 things and continuing I Hades about you__☁️🥀🎃✨ (dj famous jimin× pa reader) @readyplayerhobi

26. Just a little bit of love(is all you really need)__☁️🎃 (gymnastics au) @gukyi

27. Poster boy __ ☁️ (highschool au, social anxiety, comfort) @versigny

28. He's pretending__☁️🎃✨ (Enemies-to-lovers (kinda, jimin is in deniel but lowkey wipped) Daemon!Jimin x Faerie!Reader, fantasy au). @crystaljins

29. Adonis __☁️🎃 (firefighter jimin, s2l ). @xjoonchildx

30. Red gardania__☁️✨ (ballerina au, secret admirer, kinda e2l ) @joyfulhopelox

31. Shake shack __☁️🔥🎃(stranger to crushes to lovers) @kth1

32. The happiest place on earth __☁️🎃🔥 (Disneyland actors au, slice of life au) @dovechim

33. The midnight pack __☁️🎃🔥 (wolf au, S2L) @jjungkookislife

34. Terrible liar__☁️🥀✨ (F2L, pinning , comfort) @writtenwhalien

35. All that glitters __☁️🥀🎃✨(kinda soft Yandere/ tsudere jimin , Obsession) @deepdarkdelights

36. Deviant affairs __☁️🔥🥀(new Yandere stepbro jimin ) @yandere-society

37. Believe it __☁️🥀🔥✨(friends to enemies to lovers (it’s more complicated though)+ bet AU , high school to after high school) @writtenwhalien

38. Love you a latte__☁️🎃(Yandere Jimin, Stalking, Masturbation, obsession, it's kinda angsty though) @worldwidemochiguy

39. Heartbreak Insurance__☁️🎃✨ (insurance agent jimin× fraud reader, S2 F2 L) @jimlingss

40. Wicked obsession __🔥☁️(University AU, friends with benefits, unhealthy obsession) @peachypinkygloss

41. Love pages__☁️🥀(Yandere, highschool au, supernatural kinda) @jimlingss

42. The devil's own luck__☁️🥀🎃✨ (demon jimin , Slice of Life). @jimlingss

43. Beneath the water __☁️🥀🔥🎃✨(merman jimin× human reader, mermaid au, fantasy au). @jungshookz

44. His hoodie my hoodie__☁️🔥🎃✨ ( S2F2L, college au) @yoongihime

45. Kiss the girl__☁️🎃 (Disney land prince jimin×waitress girl, f2l, whipped) @sketchguk

46. Devil's advocate__☁️🎃(devil jimin ×human reader) @7cypher

47. No need for dreaming__☁️🎃(roommate au, clumsy jimin, frenemies to lovers) @ve1vetyoongi

48. Nine to five__☁️🎃🔥(softie smut, fwb2L, Dr. jm) @jiminrings

49. Just a taste__☁️🥀🔥🎃(Vampire jimin, established relationship). @yoonieper

50. Safe haven__☁️🥀🔥✨(royal king’s guard werewolf!jimin × princess reader, forbidden love au, medieval royal au) @kth1fics

51. Spiral__☁️🥀✨(Time traveler Jimin, teenager! reader, underground fighter! Jimin, time jumps, violence, blood, supernatural) @i-am-baechu

52. Red flag__☁️🎃🔥✨( richboy!jimin x mystery!reader, strangers to enemies to lovers to potential plaintiff) @xjoonchildx

JIMIN fic recs Oneshots Part 2

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I made this list for myself and never planned to post it so..(there might be mistakes).. Hope it helps!! And please leave a comment/like/reblog or any reviews guys the writers should receive the appreciation they deserve (I'll be eventually adding more fics here) MINORS STRICTLY DNI

Fluff :-☁️

Angst :-🥀

Smut :-🔥

Crack :-🎃

Personal Favourite :- ✨

1. Blessing and a curse__☁️🎃✨ (college!au, magic!au, S2F2L) @btsmosphere

2. Home is where the heart is__☁️🥀(single mother, idol jm × idol reader) @bangtanfanfiction

3. Sky fell down in front of us__☁️🥀🎃✨(S2F2L,pinning) @army-author

4. Fleeting forevers__☁️ (neighbors!au & dystopian!au S2F2L). @threeletterslife

5. Into the spiritual realm__☁️🥀✨ (spirited away au, mystery, happy ending). @threeletterslife

6. Reset__☁️🥀🔥✨ (short-amnesia kinda jimin, college au, S2F2L). @dovechim

7. Lovely Demons__☁️🥀🔥✨(Fantasy , E2L, Princes of Hell! Jimin × Witch reader au) @kpopfanfictrash

8. Black Swan__☁️🥀✨ (Yandere, Cursed prince Jimin× princess reader, Obsession). @deepdarkdelights

9. Eternal sunlight__☁️🥀🔥✨(College AU, soulmate au, established relationship) @kidguk

10. First snow last kiss__☁️🥀 (architect!reader, exes to lovers). @taeshobipop

11. Porcelain__✨(Yandere, Obsession, Kidnapping, Murder, dark) @deepdarkdelights

12. Blooming days__☁️🥀🔥🎃✨ (Bf2L , college au) @bluekyun

13. Worshipers of the spring__☁️🥀🔥(GOD au) @jimlingss

14. Everything__☁️🥀🔥✨(supposed Arrange marriage AU, childhood friends/fiance's to lovers, coming of age au) @kpopfanfictrash

15. Nothing a Lil green can't fix__☁️🥀🎃✨ (Best friends au, satisfying ending, coming of age, slice of life au, bittersweet) @threeletterslife

16. Taboo attachment__☁️🎃✨ (Demon AU, contract marriage to lovers kinda). @kpopisthereasonihavenolife

17. Equinox__☁️✨(King of spring!Jimin x Queen of Winter!reader, pinning) @crystaljins

18. The tears of a rose__ ☁️🥀🔥🎃✨ ( archaeology major!jimin x business major! female! , adventure, college au, treasure hunt) @ebonyinktea

19. Reducto your ass__☁️🎃✨ (Hogwarts au). @bangtanfanfiction

20. Cry me a galaxy__☁️🥀✨(guardian angel jimin x reader) @army-author

21. I want to be with you __☁️🥀🔥✨(strangers (fan) to friends to lovers, idol jimin) @oddinary4bts

22. Running through the night__☁️🥀🔥🎃✨ (ballet instructor!jimin x art teacher!, fake dating AU, F2L). @sketchguk

23. Autumn leaves__☁️🎃✨(witch!jimin, witch!reader, arranged marriage au) @alilbihh

24. The duality of a man__☁️🎃(college au, project partner). @taesthetes

25. When the ice melts__☁️🥀🎃✨(ex skater jimin ×skater reader, figure skating au). @crystaljins

26. Sugar spice and everything nice__☁️🎃🔥✨(weak sperm jimin x witch! reader, crack smut mostly) @dovechim

27. Florezco__☁️🔥✨(Soft smut and softie jm, kinda learner jm × guide reader) @honeymoonjin

28. Cookies Charades__☁️🎃✨(Roommate to best friends to Lover, college au). @btsmakesmehappy

29. Bakery 1995__☁️🥀🎃✨ (baker!jimin, bakery cafe au, childhood friends-to-lovers ) @artaefact

30. Ephemera__☁️🥀✨(stranger/penpals to lovers kinda, tragedy). @akinnie75

31. Shadows in the graveyard__☁️🎃🔥✨ (supernatural, horror, established relationship, humour, halloween au). @minisugakoobies

32. The mansion__✨(Yandare jimin× married reader, horror, obsessive, supernatural , kidnapping). @darkestcorners

33. Touched by a fallen star__☁️🥀🔥✨(Prince jimin, fantasy, supernatural, slight smut, soulmate au?) @cutaepatootie

34. Fall like moondrops__☁️🥀🎃✨(Post college au, F2L, whipped jimin, pinning) @madbutgloriouspond

35. Hard to say__☁️🎃🔥✨( bestfriend to lovers, highschool au). @floralseokjin

36. Metanoia__☁️🎃✨(kinda Bad boy jimin , Hogwarts au). @taesthetes

37. Firelight__☁️🔥(Established relationship, camping au). @kpopfanfictrash

38. Prey for me__🔥🥀✨(Yandere, Vampire Jimin × human reader , Stalking, Obsession) @deepdarkdelights

39. Potions__☁️🥀🎃✨(Prince Jimin × Healer reader, royal au, pinning) @taleasnewastime

40. Finding home__☁️✨ (tea witch!reader, nonwitch! jimin , finding home) @snackhobi

41. Peach blossom__☁️🔥🎃✨ ( F2L, magic au + school au) @jinjikook

42. Lonely hearts club__☁️✨🎃( Hogwarts au, frenemies to lovers kinda, Slytherin jimin) @jaeminlore

43. Lonely__☁️🎃✨(Hogwarts au, gryffindor jimin × Slytherin reader). @btsinned

44. To love you__☁️🥀🔥✨(wanted outlaw jimin × Princess reader, fantasy) @alessiamalfoyzabini

45. Fake it till it works__☁️🎃✨(fake dating au, Best friends to lovers) @glassbangtan

46. The pitfalls of silk__☁️🔥🥀✨(spider hybrid jimin × human reader, hybrid au, soft yandere, soulmate au). @ctrlhope

early morning shit guys

#supremesex #

Pretty, (not so) Innocent Girl | JM (R.) - one shot🔞

♦️Genre: SMUT

♦️Pairings: JewelleryMaker!Jimin x Reader

♦️Ratings: R. 🔞 (18+ content)

♦️Warnings: Explicit Content, fingering (f!Receiving), oral (f!receiving), Dom!Jimin, SubbyReader, Shy!Reader, Jimin is a little shit in this, edging, over-stimulation, kissing, kinkyy, cursing, slightest fluff(?)

♦️Word count: +4.3K

♦️Summary:

Jimin loves to tease the pretty, innocent girls. He loves to prove to them that they are in fact, not so innocent.

(A/N): this is the result of a random thought I had while watching Jimin’s vlog recently lol

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“Looking for something in particular?”

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↳ Index [Day 13 - Pole Dance & Pegging]

Pairing: sub!Jimin x Mistress!Reader

Kinks: rivals to lovers, pole dancing, leather, pegging, choking, anal fingering, handjob, hair pulling, spanking, bondage, degradation & praise, dirty talk, lotsa kissing, the ending is cute

Wordcount: 4.8k

a/n: happy birthday to the sexy bastard that is Park Jimin 💗 this will also be the last time i’ll apologize for plot haahha i can’t write pwp, we stan backstory for the tension. but i guess you guys know me by now. Enjoy besties 💗

You have been eyeing him ever since practice started. His body is sweaty, his long hair tied into a messy bun. He is wearing his gear already to warm it up for tonight. Black leather pants and matching gloves. How he is able to move on the pole with those gloves is beyond you, but Jimin has always had a taste for the dramatics.

Way too much dramatics in your opinion, especially recently after your boss told you that from now on, Jimin will be performing on the big stage right in the middle of the club while you should take his place by the wine bar. You are still furious about the entire ordeal, now eyeing him with icy eyes and your arms crossed in front of your chest.

Jimin finishes practice five minutes later, locking eyes with you through the mirror.

“Oh hey there, how long have you been standing there?” he says, wiping his sweaty forehead with a towel.

“Not long”, you grumble, following him with his eyes as he jumps off the stage. He struts to you, doing so with his hips swinging from side to side.

“What do you think?” he asks, “isn’t the performance good?”

“Yeah I guess”, you shrug your shoulders, acting nonchalant about it when in reality you thought him to be very good. He just knows how to work a pole in his favour. His muscles are lean and tense just perfectly each time he uses them to pull himself up. The gloves, although you still find them way too over the top, give him a sort of alluring aura and the leather pants are so goddamn tight that you can see every single muscle even now when he is merely standing in front of you.

Jimin studies your face, pursing his lips in distaste. He knows very well that you are only pretending not to be impressed because you want to take revenge on him for taking your stage.

“I guess it’s the best performance this stage has ever seen”, he says and after bumping shoulders with you, leaves the club.

“What the hell?” you gasp, looking at the now empty doorway with annoyance bubbling inside you, “did he really just say that?”

You probably would have chased after him to call him a snob if your boss didn’t call for you to help her with setting up the rooms upstairs.

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You Adopt a Cat

Jimin x Reader

Summary: Just a lil blurb/scenario about Jimin coming home and finding out you’ve adopted a calico cat.

Warnings: not proofread

A/N: Thanks to @ygwa for this super cute request! Since you asked for a surprise member, I went with Jimin, cause I couldn’t get him out of my head as I was writing, I hope that’s okay!

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It was late as Jimin arrived at your place, trying to let himself in as quietly as possible, so as not to wake you, only to to stop in surprise as he heard your voice drifting through the apartment.

“Y/n?” He called curiously.

“In here.” You called.

He quickly padded through the house in search of you, finding you sat on the living room floor in front of the couch.

“Hey, what are you still doing up?” He asked.

“I have a surprise.” You said, bouncing slightly in excitement.

“What is it?” He asked. As if on cue, a small ball of multi-colored fluff popped out from under the sofa behind you, peeking up at him curiously as he gasped.

“What is that?” He asked, coming closer cautiously, not wanting to spook the tiny creature.

“A kitten.” You said, biting your lip to try and stop from grinning.

“I can see that,” He chuckled, settling on the floor next to you. “What’s it doing here though?”

“I adopted him.” You said.

“I didn’t know you were getting a cat.” He looked up at you in disbelief. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It was kinda sudden, I went to the shelter just to look around and ask some questions, cause I’d been thinking about it, but as soon as I saw him, I knew I had to bring him home.” You explained, smiling as the tiny calico climbed over your lap, mewling for attention.

“Can I hold him?” He asked hesitantly.

“Of course.” You said, passing the kitten to Jimin, your heart swelling as you watched the careful way he cradled the tiny animal.

“He’s so small.” Jimin commented, leaning down to bump the kitten’s nose with his own.

“Yeah, he’s only a few months old. They said they found him on the side of the road last month.” You said softly.

Jimin frowned at your words, looking down at its sweet face.

“Does he have a name yet?” He asked.

“Not exactly. Right now, I’m just calling him Yangi.” You said.

Jimin laughed. “Like ‘cat’ in Korean?”

“What? I thought it was cute!”

“No, it is, I like it.” He giggled, letting the kitten down on the floor, watching as it ran over and tried to tackle your foot.

“You know, he kinda looks like me.” Jimin joked, making you snort.

“I know, he’s even got little legs like you.” You teased.

“Hey!” He shoved you over lightly as you laughed. “Is that any way to talk about the father of your child?”

“Excuse me?! My what?!” You gawked at him, but he ignored you, leaning down to meet the tiny cat’s gaze.

“Don’t worry, Yangi, Appa will teach you how to fight.” He said seriously, stroking it’s head fondly.

Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup

SOULMATE!JIMIN who joked that his soulmate didn't exist in that era. Jimin saw couples wherever he looked, and between the caresses and words of love from strangers, Jimin just couldn't see that sweet future for himself. maybe he didn't have a soulmate; he never felt love, never thought about loving, never thought he was worthy of loving or being loved — his soulmate certainly didn't exist in that life. “maybe the gods don’t think i have the right to love. maybe that’s why i’ll never have a soulmate.”

SOULMATE!JIMIN who questioned his beliefs when he met you. maybe love is something meant for everyone; maybe love is something that helps us live life; maybe, but just maybe, love exists for Jimin in the midst of your laughs and smiles, your words and touches painting constellations in Jimin's heart, always leaving him to question his belief: could you be his soulmate? “you bring with you the heavenly doubt that consumes my heart. you make me want to believe in a soulmate. you make me think i'm worthy of love.”

SOULMATE!JIMIN who felt the world changing from the moment he started loving you. it wasn't instantaneous, it wasn't like the stars brought your hearts together immediately, it wasn't like the gods sang your romance; no. it was slow, tender, loving you was like planting a flower, seeing your relationship blossom into something so intense, so deep that it made Jimin's entire world turn upside down. “now that i’ve allowed myself to fall in love with you, it seems like nothing else makes sense in this life other than our love.”

SOULMATE!JIMIN who believed he would always be happy if you were with him. how could the negativity of the world touch Jimin if he was protected by your essence? how could the tragedies of the universe ruin Jimin's life if you were always and constantly by his side? how could Jimin not be happy when he was loved by you? your entire cosmic soul shone brightly in Jimin's life, expelling any and all darkness, always sheltering his fragile heart. “there is no darkness in this world capable of consuming me when your love shines so brightly within me.”

SOULMATE!JIMIN who only saw a life by your side. it was when Jimin met you that his life began to have some meaning, all his motivations being driven by the knowledge that your presence, your love, would always be there waiting for Jimin; it was like being blessed by the universe itself, it was as if the gods themselves had taken a celestial pen and written in starry tones an entire bright future for Jimin, just for you being in his life. “our life is engraved in the various celestial constellations, making it impossible to live without you.”

SOULMATE!JIMIN who gave you kisses steeped in longing. Jimin missed you for entire lives, your presence was something Jimin constantly needed to feel good about life; he didn't love you immediately, he took a while to get to know you and all this precious time seemed like a waste in this life, so Jimin kissed you longingly, melancholy painting his lips, the need to make up for all the time lost moving his sweet lips. “let me show you how much i missed you my entire life. let me show you how i loved you before i even met you.”

SOULMATE!JIMIN who asked the gods to find you in the next life. loving you in a single life wasn't enough — Jimin had so much love for you that he couldn't express it in a single life; therefore, he asked all the gods and stars, engraved in each constellation his eternal desire to be able to love you in the next life and in all the others that followed. he just wanted to love you forever. “i think the cosmic dust of which the universe is made is at the core of our souls and will eternally guide me to you.”

How each BTS member will give a gift to their crush (Female reader)...

Note: This is totally fictional. This is to show how I personally perceive each BTS member and think how they will act in this specific situation.

1. Jungkook:

Jungkook was waving at me as I walked towards the shopping mall.

I wanted to buy myself something because I finally graduated from the college I was desperately wanting to leave. And I accidentally told that to Jungkook. He insisted on coming with me saying it didn’t look nice, my coming alone for such an occasion. I told him it wasn’t a big deal. But he would do whatever he wanted to and sometimes what his Hobi hyung requested him to do.

“You are late as always.” Jungkook pretended to look annoyed. I smiled and took his hand as we went inside.

The shop we went to was way too expensive than I anticipated. But the clothes were so damn good. I desperately searched for something that I could afford.

Seeing me struggling to choose, Jungkook brought a beautiful black and white top with a high-waist pant and showed it to me. The set was so beautiful that an automatic ‘wow’ reaction came to my face in an instant.

“So you like it?” Jungkook gave me a wide smile, “put it on.”

I shook my head and tried to explain to him. But he didn’t even listen to what I was saying. He simply pushed me toward the changing room. Once inside, I checked the price. NO WAY!

But I still put it on just to see myself in the mirror. I never felt more beautiful. In fact, I looked gorgeous. Jungkook really knew what looks good on me. I smiled at myself.

I came out of the changing room in my regular clothes. Jungkook looked confused, “What happened? Didn’t it fit well?”

“It fitted perfectly. But I can’t buy it. Not today. Let’s go somewhere else.” I said it straightforward without giving him a chance to speak. Jungkook was frowning. I putted the set back at their place and walked out of the shop.

“Thank you, anyway, Jungkook.” I said, “your choices...” I trailed off as I looked behind only to found that Jungkook wasn’t there.

I was a little confused for a while. Then I saw him coming out of the shop carrying a shopping bag with the same old wide smile on his face.

“You didn’t, did you?” I glared at him.

“Why?” he asked as if he had known nothing.

“Jeon Jungkook, what the hell?” I shouted at him.

His smile was gone. He was looking at me with his big doe eyes. After a moment of silence, he said, “You know, my eomma always says that if you get out of a shop without buying something you desperately wanted, it’s bad luck.”

I laughed out at this. “Seriously, Kookie? You don’t have to lie like that to emotionally blackmail me into accepting that.”

His big wide smile returned as he handed me the shopping bag.

2. Taehyung (V):

I was just about to go to bed when my phone dinged with a notification. It was Taehyung. My immediate thought was something might be wrong. Taehyung always texted me whenever he was upset since we were really good friends and I was a good listener.

“Are you awake?” his text read. Before I could write anything back he again texted, “Since you’ve seen my text, you’re awake.”

“What happened? Is everything okay?” I texted him back.

Taehyung was typing while I waited anxiously. Finally he wrote, “Don’t worry about me. I’m outside your house. Please come down.” followed by a smiling emoji.

“This alien!” I thought. Though I liked him a lot, he could get really annoying at times. The temperature was really low outside. I wondered what he was planning at this hour of night.

I was still thinking whether I should go or not when he texted me again. “Aren’t you coming?”

I knew I had to go. Otherwise his feelings would be hurt. He would be going away for tour tomorrow. I wouldn’t be able to meet him any time soon. Not even this Christmas.

I put on a sweater and headed outside. Taehyung was smiling at me. The smile that always warmed my heart whenever I was having a bad day. I could see he was shivering from the cold. So, I asked him to come inside.

He replied with a “No” and then immediately added, “I brought you your Christmas gift since I won’t be able to give it to you on Christmas day.” He showed me the box he was carrying. I hadn’t noticed it earlier.

“You could have simply send it by someone. You didn’t need to come here at this weather.”

“But I’m going away. The flight’s at dawn.” he said in a rather sad voice.

“Whatever” I still couldn’t agree with him, standing there in cold, shivering from my head to toe.

Taehyung gave me a wicked smile and said, “You’ll regret saying that, you know? Because I am taking THIS back.” He pulled out a pair of converse from the box.

“NO WAY!” I shouted in excitement, “They are for me?”

“They WERE.” he said mockingly, “since you don’t need them...” he turned to go back. But I hold his hand, “Oh, Tae-Tae, I’m sorry.”

He turned back with his box smile on his face. I hugged him in excitement, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

3. Jimin:

“It’s been a while since we last met.” Jimin said while stirring his coffee.

“Now that you’ve mentioned it, that’s right. I was quite busy with my school works lately. I haven’t met any of my friends since God knows when.” I finished with a heavy sigh.

Jimin smiled softly, “Thank you, y/n, for having a coffee with me.”

“Don’t need none of it.” I said casually, “So, tell me, how’s things going on with you? You’re probably the busiest person I know.”

Jimin gave a little laugh, “you just said it yourself. But...” he stopped.

“But?” I urged him to continue.

“I’ve missed you, that’s all.”

I wasn’t expecting that. It sounded a little too straightforward to tell a friend you meet once in a while. I mean, Jimin was quite a friendly guy. It was always easier to talk to him no matter how long we’ve been out of touch. But him telling me that I was someone he had missed sounded like something I’m not used to. 

“Oh!” I said rather awkwardly.

Jimin pulled his chair closer and said, “Will you do me a favor, y/n?”

“Depends?” I was confused.

“Close your eyes”, Jimin commanded. “Please!” he added.

I had my doubts what he was doing. But I still closed my eyes for just a second. The next moment I opened them and said, “it looks so stupid.”

“Please, y/n, just do it. For me?” he further requested, pouting his lips.

This time I really closed my eyes. I could feel his hands reaching out to catch mine. My body shivered a little at his touch. Something very smooth was pushed through one of my hands.

“Done!”

I opened my eyes only to found that a cute little scrunchie with a long bow was hanging by my hand.

“That’s so cute, Jiminie!” I said with a smile. “Thank you!”

In return, he smiled and got back to his drink.

4. Hoseok (J Hope):

I was crushed by the amount of assignments I was due this week. I planned on an all-nighter to compete those. After some hours, I started to doze off in the library. My phone ranged and I woke up with a jerk, causing my coffee to fall on the ground.

“Shit!” I swore and picked up the phone, “Mom, I’m coming home late today. Don’t wait for me.” My mom asked me if I had dinner and I lied that I already had. Then she hung up.

I went to get another cup of coffee from the nearby café. When I came back, there was a meal kept on my place. It was third time this week. Someone is putting snacks for me whenever I’m at school.

I looked around to find it’s owner. But there was no one around. I set down and noticed a note attached to it.

“Don’t miss your dinner no matter how busy you are.”

Who was doing this? Was there anyone stalking me? My friend found it really cute that someone out there was buying me snacks and looking after me. To be honest, I found the attention amusing too. But this was getting out of hand. I desperately wanted to know who it was.

As I was really hungry and didn’t want to waste the meal, I opened it. There was a hamburger and sprite, my favourite. I smiled to myself and had them.

The next day, I found a box of cookies on the seat where I usually sit. My friend chuckled and said, “Here we go again. This person is really crushing on you so bad.”

“But this will do.” I said, “from now on, I’m not accepting anything unless I know who they are from.”

As I was about to raise from my seat the person sitting in front of me looked back and asked, “What are you gonna do with it?”

“I’m gonna throw it away.” I replied.

“But I thought you said you will accept them once you know who they are from.”

“Huh?” I was confused.

“Allow me to introduce myself” the person rose from his seat and stretched his hand toward me, “I’m Jung Hoseok.”

5. Namjoon (RM):

I was rubbing my face furiously removing the angry tears that was running down my cheeks. My stupid boyfriend, EX-boyfriend actually, broke up with me saying that I was a self centered bitch. Namjoon set beside me on the park bench and offered me the chocolate milkshake that he brought with him.

Since I was super upset I had called Namjoon to come earlier. I didn’t know why I did that exactly. But Namjoon was someone who would not judge me and support me unconditionally unlike my other friends.

I still refused to take the milkshake. Namjoon nodded and set there silently, waiting for me to break the silence first.

“Do you know, what he said?” I turned to Namjoon.

“It doesn’t matter as long as you don’t believe it yourself.” Namjoon said it as if it was the easiest thing to do. I knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to make me feel like it wasn’t my fault. He was trying to cheer me up in his own ways.

“I feel like I’m going to burst.” I said wiping my tears again.

“How about you break something?” Namjoon offers, “Maybe you’ll be at peace afterwards.”

I chuckled at this, “So, that’s why you keep breaking things?” Namjoon laughed shaking his head.

Suddenly something popped inside my mind. I went straight to my car and brought my diary with me. Namjoon looked confused, “Are you going to write on that?”

“Nope” I said, “I’m gonna burn it down to ashes.” And then I really did. I tore the pages one by one and put them on fire. The process was slow, but Namjoon waited and watched patiently. As I did it, the memories of my writing on my diary just how much I was in love with that little piece of shit, came back to me.

As soon as I was done destroying my favourite thing on earth, I broke down. I started to sob violently. Namjoon hugged me gently and stroked my hair. “It’s going to be okay, y/n. I’m always here for you.”

The next day, I woke up late. As soon as I went to the table for breakfast or lunch, whatever it was, my mom said, “Honey, you’re awake? One of your friends came this morning. He asked me not to wake you up and gave you this.” She handed me something wrapped in a gift like manner.

I went to my room and closed the door. I opened it up and found a cute ‘Koya’ diary inside. The note read, “Try writing about the reasons why you should love yourself instead. This might help.”

6. Yoongi (Suga):

During my free time, I usually went to the library since I was a huge book nerd. I dreamt of having my own little library though I couldn’t buy books very often. So, the nearby library was my only option.

I was heading for the library when I met Suga on my way, “Oppa! What are you doing here?”

“I came back from the bookstore.” he held up the book he bought from the nearby bookstore. It was ‘The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy’ by Douglas Adams, one of the science fiction books I was dying to read.

“As far as I know, that book is not available in the library or the bookstore.” I said as a matter of fact.

“Really?” Suga looked startled, “Maybe you didn’t notice it, that’s all.”

“No!” I argued, “I specifically asked the owner about it and he said so himself.”

“Why would you specifically ask about this one?” he held up the book again.

I shrugged my shoulders, “Isn’t it obvious?”

“Oh yeah!” Suga nodded, “You told me about buying it online once.”

“Since it’s in the store, I’ll go take a look.” I was about to go when Suga stepped in front of me.

“You don’t have to.” He insisted, “take this one. I already regret buying it.”

“Why do you regret it already?”

“You know, y/n?” he showed clear sign of annoyance, “you talk unnecessarily too much.” He handed me the book and said, “I have to go now. Unlike you, I’m a very busy person.” And he was gone.

I was a little pissed at him for acting that way. I still went to the bookstore and found the owner. I showed him the book and asked if it was being bought from his store. He shook his head and told me they didn’t have that book yet.

7. Jin:

“Yay!” I shouted with joy as I won the round of monopoly against Jin.

“How could I not see that coming!” Jin made a surprised face.

“Now, remember? What the deal was?” I reminded him about the deal we made earlier that whoever won would get to ask for something from the other.

“Anyeo!” Jin shook his head furiously, “Let me process this whole situation at first.”

I could hear Jungkook shouting from the couch, “Jin Hyung is messing with you. He won’t accept any defeat and you won’t get any reward as well.”

I would not let that happen. This was my first time winning any game against Jin. I would make sure Jin remembered it for the rest of his life.

“Mr. Kim Seokjin, accept your already pitiable defeat without embarrassing yourself any further.” I commanded.

“Alright, alright!” Jin finally gave up, “What do you want from me?”

“Let me think,” I said, “how about…”

“Don’t say anything,” Jin stopped me, “I have just the thing for you.”

I argued, “But you’re not supposed to choose the reward for me.”

Jin got up and went to his room without paying any heed to me. After a while, he came back with a box wrapped with some printed paper. He handed it to me and said, “Open it when you go home.”

“Alright!” he shouted at others, “everyone, come at once if you want to play another round of monopoly.”

As soon as I got home, I opened the wrapping paper and found what’s inside. It was a whole set of different kinds of colors, pens, stickers and notebooks. With them there was a note, “Good luck”.

Last week, I got accepted into the fashion school I was wishing to get into my whole life. When I told it to Jin, he didn’t even give any reaction to that other than just a “Good for you!”

But Jin had already prepared the gift beforehand. Now I knew why he had offered me to play a game with him. He really had his ways of doing things.

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THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME.

Pairing: Yandere Jimin x Reader

Summary: You sneak out to go and meet up with your friends. Only for it to backfire when you saw the true nature of your friends - something Jimin saw way before you did.

Warnings: Yandere themes: gaslighting, manipulation, obsession, swearing and reader's friends are no icky 

Entertainment purposes only - do not romanticise this 

I do not believe for a second that the idols used in this oneshot possess these behaviours.

minors do not interact

thank you for the request - requested on my main.

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Going behind Jimin's back was truly against your nature, you’d truly never think of it.

Not because you’d figured out his deeper and darker desires, no not yet. It was because he was your first adult relationship and the only one who’ve stuck by you, you were desperate to make it work, to make it last.

But you also had another weakness.

Your beloved friends.

Jimin hated this of course, he was everything you needed, you told him yourself repeatedly but still you kept acting different; you kept choosing them, asking him if you could go out with them, but why would you need them if he was everything?

He fulfilled every need they didn’t and yet you still went out with them, it was unbelievable to him but to save pain and the thought of making a mistake he just put it down to your good, golden heart, which forgives and accepts everyone and everything (except spiders and bacon).

He just couldn’t understand it, you had everything you needed here, with him but you still went out and tried to find it else where. Were you trying to leave him? That wasn’t possible you didn’t really have a reason too. He’s good in every sector and he hasn’t even snapped yet. He knew your friends and he knew they’d mess with your head just like they do when they ask you to go out, they know Jimin doesn’t approve of them you know he doesn’t approve of your friends, yet they still have the balls to ask you to sneak out.

He knew what your friends would do, of course he knew, he followed them on all their social medias (tried to make it seem like he just wanted to be their friend) but he never liked an image. No, Jimin just observed. Sat back and observed, observed how many empty bottles were near them, it could be someone else’s. But he hardly doubted that, you see Jimin was never wrong, even if he was, he’d spin it so he wasn’t.

He was good at dance so of course, as well as spinning his torso, feet and whatnot he was also talented at spinning words, meaning and even your mind like it was a choreography it’s self.

Overall, with this all said and done, Jimin knew what you were doing when you were trying to ‘quietly’ get ready in your room, he knew you’d pick the short black dress with the black and gold platforms with a dark blue shawl, all of which he convinced you to buy.. for a date not for stabbing him in the back whilst having fun.

Of course he knew. He set up the new phone he brought you but he failed to mention he hooked up everything to his phone, he saw the messages you sent, the messages you received.

What you liked

What you searched

What you clicked on

What you disliked

Even what you looked at on private windows

He knows it all, he’s always known.

So what didn’t come as a surprise is that you snuck out through the bedroom window of the apartment, he pushed back his hair and watched you from the living room “really darling? With those platforms on that metal, even a deaf person could sense you.” He mumbled.

He couldn’t help but chuckle as you hesitantly pointed your toes like a ballerina to land on the ground safely as possible as the stairs were just a bit too much off the ground, which worked in Jimin’s favour if he ever had to catch you.

The covered his eyes and chuckled more as he heard you scurry away as your heels scratched upon the concrete.

He guessed he gave you a little too much freedom.. gave you a little too much love and was a little too kind and understanding, so when you come home it would be so much for fun for him, more than he ever thought —

What surprised him is that you were back, a little less than twenty minutes, your movements were slow and steady, not rushed but sneaky as they always were, you looked defeated.

You looked broken.

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You had broken the golden rule that your boyfriend set, you had broken everything, what happens if you’ve broken the relationship now because of your stupid friends?

You cried quietly as you pulled off your clothes and slipped on some pyjamas with a heavy heart, your friends had ditched you, you apparently took too long, when really you were told last minute and you got ready within ten minutes.

The betrayal burned within you, you were mad at yourself, if you weren’t such a people’s pleaser you could be happy, Jimin was telling you this and did you listen? No. You never listened, you didn’t even listen to the rule: don’t leave without me, don’t go anywhere without me

You broke that rule and if you listened then maybe you wouldn’t be in so much pain, pulling up your shorts you spun around.

He was there, he was looking at you, luckily you put all your clothes from before away, maybe you could get away with it?

No!

You didn’t want to lose him, you had to be honest even if it make him mad, it would only be short term whereas if he found out you were lying his anger will build up like a volcano and he’d leave you just like an explosion.

You couldn’t be alone again, you refused to be alone again, you couldn’t do this again, he alone for years and watch your friends be happy, you couldn’t go through that pain again.

And if he left you, well you weren’t sure if you’d even have friends.. because you definitely weren’t going back to them

“So, Angel, are you going to speak or just stare at me like a lost kitten all evening?”

You gulped, you hated it when he made the first move, when he started the conversation you hated it.

He knew

How did he know? Your heels hardly made any noise, you were as quiet as a mouse and when you checked to see if he saw you, he was watching tv.

Taking a wobbling step toward him.

“I need to come clean..”

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Soon you were sitting on the sofa, his favourite movie on and he played with your hair, ever since you told him everything, he’d been silent. He just grabbed your wrist and brought you down to watch this movie with him, his touches were soft but emotionless.

His hands through your hair felt like a robot not your boyfriend, not your Jimin, you felt like you wanted to cry but no this was your fault, you hurt him you had to stay strong, you couldn’t cry.

The movie had ended and the tv switched off, it was quiet, so quiet that you could hear everything around you, you could hear him rub his skin, battling his mind on how to react, you didn’t look up, you could hear it all.

“Why do you never listen, Y/N?” He asks and glances down at you. It was too dark in the room to see his expression but his eyes the way they fell down on you, the way your skin pricked up. It wasn’t good.

“Jimin, baby they’re my friends, I have to balance time for them too.” You whisper and interlock your hands and caresses his hand, desperately trying to keep him close

“They’re not good friends.” He says and groans “sweetheart, how many times do I have to tell you? They’re not good for you? That they don’t care?” He silenced you with his hand before you could speak “time has proven me right, they left you Y/N. I would never leave you, I’d wait hours for you to get ready, they don’t value you, like I do, you’re not a priority to them, but you’re my priority.” He says and moves slightly so your faces are looking directly at each other “but you choose them over me each time.”

“Not true!” You protest but again, no more came out of your mouth, the natural light left shows how his jaw clenched, his grip became white on his skin and pain formed around your arm.

“Yes it is true! This isn’t the only time you’ve done this! This is just the only time you’ve told me about it.” With that you froze and you laid there, not daring to meet his eye

“I love you I’ve done everything for you, but you don’t care you don’t listen and you don’t trust me, I don’t think I can continue this… I can’t be with you if you don’t listen or trust me or even care for me..” he says sadness being laced in his voice, he knew how to work you like a machine.

You shot up at that “no no, Jimin no! You’re right they’re horrible to me, I’m a people’s pleaser but I do love and care, I trust you and I listen — it was just hard.” You sobbed, frantically trying to pull him closer “I’ll listen from now on, look I’ll even block them! We can do whatever you want I’ll listen to you from now on just don’t leave me, please don’t leave me.” You cried, only relaxing when he pulled you closer

“Hmm.. baby, that’s all I needed to hear don’t worry darling I’m here, I’m here. I just want what’s best for you, you know that right?” He says, holding your face to his chest, a sinister smirk forming on his lips once he felt you nod “I love you with all my heart.. but don’t worry you’ll be safe here, you’ll be loved and valued. You won’t need anyone else..” he whispers into your hair as he kisses your head

“Because there is no place like home..” he finishes as your sniffling and breathing calmed. You were now asleep in his arms.

You would never escape them again, there is no limit what he would do for you or to you just so you’d stay home.

And after that you never left home.

There will never be a place like home.. so you must stay home. Forever.

You’re only safe at home outside there are monsters and people who will break that heart of gold.

There is place like home.

Taglist:  @heartbreakmotel13 @nonameyoon @mwitsmejk @jxngh

↳ Index [Day 13 - Pole Dance & Pegging]

Pairing: sub!Jimin x Mistress!Reader

Kinks: rivals to lovers, pole dancing, leather, pegging, choking, anal fingering, handjob, hair pulling, spanking, bondage, degradation & praise, dirty talk, lotsa kissing, the ending is cute

Wordcount: 4.8k

a/n: happy birthday to the sexy bastard that is Park Jimin 💗 this will also be the last time i’ll apologize for plot haahha i can’t write pwp, we stan backstory for the tension. but i guess you guys know me by now. Enjoy besties 💗

You have been eyeing him ever since practice started. His body is sweaty, his long hair tied into a messy bun. He is wearing his gear already to warm it up for tonight. Black leather pants and matching gloves. How he is able to move on the pole with those gloves is beyond you, but Jimin has always had a taste for the dramatics.

Way too much dramatics in your opinion, especially recently after your boss told you that from now on, Jimin will be performing on the big stage right in the middle of the club while you should take his place by the wine bar. You are still furious about the entire ordeal, now eyeing him with icy eyes and your arms crossed in front of your chest.

Jimin finishes practice five minutes later, locking eyes with you through the mirror.

“Oh hey there, how long have you been standing there?” he says, wiping his sweaty forehead with a towel.

“Not long”, you grumble, following him with his eyes as he jumps off the stage. He struts to you, doing so with his hips swinging from side to side.

“What do you think?” he asks, “isn’t the performance good?”

“Yeah I guess”, you shrug your shoulders, acting nonchalant about it when in reality you thought him to be very good. He just knows how to work a pole in his favour. His muscles are lean and tense just perfectly each time he uses them to pull himself up. The gloves, although you still find them way too over the top, give him a sort of alluring aura and the leather pants are so goddamn tight that you can see every single muscle even now when he is merely standing in front of you.

Jimin studies your face, pursing his lips in distaste. He knows very well that you are only pretending not to be impressed because you want to take revenge on him for taking your stage.

“I guess it’s the best performance this stage has ever seen”, he says and after bumping shoulders with you, leaves the club.

“What the hell?” you gasp, looking at the now empty doorway with annoyance bubbling inside you, “did he really just say that?”

You probably would have chased after him to call him a snob if your boss didn’t call for you to help her with setting up the rooms upstairs.

Czytaj dalej

Saw You in a Dream 

PJM x Reader oneshot/drabble

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Pairing: Jimin x Reader ft Jungkook & Taehyung

Genre: fluff, angst, established relationships au, ex boyfriend!Jimin, idol!Jimin au, boyfriend!Jungkook, fiancé!Jungkook, friend!Taehyung, dream au, romance, Comet au, dream au, magic au

Audience: 18+ (minors DNI!)

Warnings: profanity, cursing, mentions of infidelity, emotional turmoil, crying, sad Jimin (so sorry!!), mentions of intercourse/intimacy, brief kissing, insecurities, mentions of anxiety, insinuations of jealousy and regret, mentions of death, mentions of marriage

Word count: 4.8k 

Summary: You and Jimin have a history. He comes to you years later with the mention of a dream. Unsure if he’s still dreaming or in denial of the end, all he knows is it feels impossible to let you go.

“Because I’m so happy to see you and I don’t think I’ll ever forget you. I’m trying so hard to remember you like this.”

I saw you in a dream You had stayed the same You were beckoning me Said that I had changed Tried to keep my eyes closed I want you so bad Then I awoke and it was so sad                                                    

Song: ꒰ა♡໒꒱  to get with the sad vibes lol

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A/N: this is my first published piece on my blog and i know it’s a bit lengthy for it to be a drabble so i guess this can also be a one-shot, not sure. either way, i am glad you’re here and i am glad you’ve given my work a chance! it means the world. as for how this story came to be, it was recently that i revisited the movie Comet and was overwhelmed and inspired by the storyline and thus felt compelled to write my own version featuring Jimin. there are some timeline jumps in this story and i tried my best to make it easy to follow, so i italicized the flashbacks. i also avoided using any detailed descriptions for the reader so it can be more inclusive for my audience. lastly, i dont think badly of Jimin at all, this is simply a fictional story. i absolutely adore him. anyway!! please let me know your thoughts, it would be so so appreciated! i hope you enjoy!  ·͜·

(moodboard was created by me with this story in mind)

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Six years after Jimin first met you, he finds himself standing outside your door; a clammy hand clutching a bouquet of wildflowers to his chest and mumbling to himself something you struggle to make out from where you stand, ear pressed against the door. “This is not a dream. This is not a dream,” Jimin assures himself, his voice hushed and trembling. It was his idea to visit you. Uncaring of the time that left a gaping hole between you two, he’d convinced himself to try again, prematurely deciding he’d never forgive himself if he didn’t. He tosses the bouquet to the floor, knocks three times, and with immediate regret, bends down to pick up the arrangement of Cosmos, Borage, and Snapdragons. His heart beats wildly in his chest, the silence striking a brief pang of fear in his being.

You thought you were better equipped but at the sound of his knuckles rapping a weak knock for the second time, you feel your heart jump into your throat. It’d been almost a full year since the last time you two spoke and although proving to be slightly burdensome at first, after many lonely nights of wallowing in regret, you found yourself returning to a lover of years past. And yet, you can’t bring yourself to understand how your heart races and beats inside your chest like a vicious creature that was called by the only being able to tame it.

Out in the hallway, Jimin is pacing and rubbing his forehead continuing his quiet anthem of denying this is some sort of dream. Grounding himself in a reality he’s deeply afraid of.

After another torturous moment subsides, you reach for the doorknob and pull back the door and he’s standing there in front of you; handsome, with dark and melancholy eyes, long hair falling in lazy wisps over his eyes, a nice suit, and the same black boots he wore even on days he swore he made little effort to appear well dressed. You can’t help it, you smile warmly at him, and through bright eyes that always smiled first, he returns the affection.

“Jimin, come in.” 

He follows you in and absentmindedly sets down the bouquet on the couch as his eyes begin to take in your living room. His wandering eyes flutter from picture frame to picture frame, from curious knickknacks adorning your shelves to the books arranged by the stereo, then back to you. He saw it; the framed photo of you and Jungkook sharing a kiss in front of the Eiffel Tower. He doesn’t mention it, instead, he turns away sharply and faces your kitchen. Rubbing above his nose bridge the way he used to after watching sad French movies with you, denying the ending got to him as his eyes welled with tears in secrecy, he picks up the bouquet from the couch and offers it to you, a timid look invading his otherwise emotionless face. 

“Your cabinets are green,” is the first thing he says to you. You meet his eyes and he swallows at the saliva in his throat; his bright eyes are sadder now, avoidant of your gaze and when you offer him tea, he shakes his head no and sits down on your couch and doesn’t say a word for what feels like an eternity.

“You wanted to see me?”

He nods. His right leg shakes and he’s sniffing, his eyes fixed on the coffee table in front of him. “Is that….?” He signals at a framed photo of Jungkook where he’s pointing at a neon sign from a bar in the states. 

You nod in confirmation, offering him a tight-lipped smile.

 “Ah,” is all Jimin says for a moment. Then: “I wasn’t picturing him to look like that. I hoped he’d at least be ugly, sorry.” You laugh at his honesty and he lets out a chuckle, shaking his head, sucking at his teeth, and avoiding your eyes as he continues. “I wanted to tell you that I had a dream last night. About us. About the time we were together, except it wasn’t really a dream. It was like my life was flashing before my eyes and I was seeing everything I’ve lived all over again.”

You stand in front of him, quietly eyeing him. “I thought you didn’t have dreams,” you comment, smiling at him. 

He looks up at you with a grave expression. “I don’t. That’s why this got to me. And it wasn’t even like a dream, it was as if I was dying, everything moved on so quickly and I got to watch us fall in and out of love over the years. I saw us, on the first day we met; then I saw us again in Seoul the evening we argued on the rooftop before the wedding” His voice is unsteady and he clears his throat. “I saw us in my dream, in Itaewon, remember?” 

You nod, succumbing to the memory he’s referring to.

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It was January. You and Jimin had been separated for almost two years at the time and you were in Itaewon after your mother stopped in the city to grab a meal before resuming the trip back home. Inpatient and driven by the boredom of the company of a mother you couldn’t converse with for long, you’d decided you would find someplace to unwind in the meantime. It was beginning to grow dark out as you made your way through the deserted street when a door swung open and a voice yelled out your name. It was Jimin. He’d seen you walk past the window of the pub he sat in with your mutual friend, Taehyung, eating stew kimchi jjigae and going over the week’s work schedule. Without your knowing, he’d begged Taehyung to lend him his jacket to hide the kimchi stain on his t-shirt moments before he bolted to the front door to call you. He offered to be Taehyung’s genie in return for the favor and he paid no mind to the way his friend asked him to leave you be. You turn at the sound of his voice, in this memory, and you can almost feel the way your heart thumped in your chest at the sight of him waving at you from a distance.

You grin at him, letting him know you remember.

“I also dreamt of the last time we spoke. On the phone.” His voice is quieter now and you walk away from him, remembering that last conversation, your smile dissipating. “You really hurt me. I should’ve said I loved you more. I know that now but even after all this time, I think of that phone call and it hurts. Even if it was my fault.”

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The day of Jimin's birthday landed on Friday that year. You were driving back home when he called you, interrupting Amy Winehouse’s ‘You Know I’m No Good.’ You bit back tears and fought the urge of allowing the call to ring and go to voicemail. How could you tell him that you’d met someone else? That you might like this person, despite being with him for two years. You met Jungkook a few months ago at an art exhibit in Busan. Both your companies were collaborating on a project and they’d sent you to meet the group of collaborators in charge of setting up the function but due to a stomach bug that swept your office, you were the only person available for the trip. He was your age, with dark round eyes, and a smile so wide you thought you’d fall in the moment he extended out a tattooed hand to greet you. He was wearing a mossy green shirt he left unbuttoned near his chest with dark pants and boots that generously made him taller than you. Later on, you would find yourself remembering the way your attention was drawn to his masculine beauty and the way he shared what he felt at any given moment. Jungkook was different; he didn’t hide his tears, have an air of indifference, or suppress his feelings of love for you out of the sake of damaging his image; you couldn’t tell Jimin this now, not today. But he knew right away. Something was astray. What was it, he asked over and over. “Nothing, Jimin. I was listening to Amy Winehouse, and it just got to the good part and I wasn’t expecting a call,” is all you offered. “Bullshit!” he shouted in turn. “Bullshit! You’re hiding something! What is it?” His voice boomed through your car’s speakers, filling you with dread. “Jimin let's not do this right now, please.” “Why? What happened? Something is wrong, tell me,” he demanded, his voice cracking through the phone. You sat in silence, parking outside of your shared apartment. You caught a glimpse of your cat Ein fast asleep by the window, and you began to weep. “You’re not saying anything. Fuck, it’s bad isn’t it?” You don’t respond, now crying into your hands. His voice is higher now, altered and coaxed with his inevitable suffering when he says: “It's bad. This feels bad. Infidelity bad—it is, isn’t it?”

You look at him now, your hands trembling beside you. He stands up and makes his way to you, snapping you out of the bitter memory.

“I should’ve told you I loved you more,” he says softly. His dark eyes bore into yours and it takes everything in you not to cry in front of him.

“Do you regret meeting me?” You ask him. Afraid of the answer.

“No,” he responds, almost breathless. “I’ll never regret meeting you. You were easily the best thing to ever happen to me.” You can feel your face distort as you stifle a sob. “Easily.”

He takes notice of the way you wipe the corners of your eyes and he clears his throat, shifting the attention from his sudden emotional outburst. “So, Jungkook, is it? That's his name, right?” You nod solemnly. “I just wouldn’t have pictured this, it still hurts.”

“I know,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest, you begin to chew the inside of your lip. 

“And you, do you wish you’d never met me?” 

“I’m glad I met you, Jimin. I am so thankful to you. I know we were young when first met and even when we considered ourselves more experienced the second time, we still didn’t know what we were doing. I needed to meet you. I don’t regret it.”

“Does he know I’m here?” He raises an eyebrow at you, almost amused. You scoff without intending to and rub your forehead, avoiding his questioning eyes. “He didn’t want me here,” he states, his jaw growing slack. He can’t help but smirk at this. “You argued to see me.”

“You sounded worried or something in the voicemail you left me, I don’t know. We didn’t fight but no, he didn’t want you here.”

“Can I?” Jimin stands and saunters over to a framed photo of Jungkook holding up Ein, baring a wide-toothed smile at you behind the camera. He holds the photo in one hand, looking it over, clicking his tongue disapprovingly. “And he makes you happy?” 

“He does.” 

“I wish he wasn’t everywhere I looked, he’s going to haunt me for the rest of my life, there are so many pictures of him.” You’re standing beside him now, admiring the smiling man in the photo, and you feel your lips turn into a frown. There is something so gut-wrenching about looking into the eyes of the man you love while it’s Jimin that holds him out in front of him, reflecting the gloomy air that hangs between the two of you. “I thought I had more time, you know? And this dream feels like a curse. Now I can’t seem to forget anything I lived with you. Life doesn’t even feel real anymore.” He gently sets down the photo, turning to face you, sighing deeply. “I dreamt I was here. Where I am right now, talking to you like this.”

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You cried in your car, listening to Jimin curse through the phone. “Who is it? Is it that guy...? The one that worked with you in the states, the one you met at the exhibition? Fuck…I can’t remember his name. Jeon Something… is it him?” You mumbled out a stifled “Yes,” earning an agonized groan through the phone. It was quiet for a moment before his exasperated voice resumed on the other line. “Fuck, I knew it. I knew it. You felt so different these past couple of weeks and when you left you kept avoiding me. I knew it. Fuck, I knew it.” His voice was shaky and you considered hanging up, overcome with a sudden urge to run out of your car and fall to your knees on the pavement, prepared to surrender to the sorrowful remorse that shook you. “Jimin, I think I should go.” “Did you fuck him?” The accusation stinging, you stared morosely ahead at the front door of your home, your mouth gaping in silence. “Did you fuck him?” He reiterated. “No, Jimin. It was never physical, I never…” “What was it then?” He interjected, his voice accusatory and perplexed. Jimin was in Busan, visiting his father, sitting outside his coffee shop, as it began to rain. “Just through texts,” you admitted. Jimin groaned at this and you weren’t present but you could picture the way he sat doubled over, crouching and hiding his face in his arms. The rain greeted him without mercy and in moments he was drenched. Unmoving, he pressed you to continue. “Just texts? How long has this been going on?” There was a momentary fraught silence as you mustered the courage to continue this detrimental unraveling of your wrongdoings. He chewed his bottom lip anxiously awaiting a response he dreaded. It would wound him, whatever you said it would bare no difference to the antagonized feeling that had begun to swallow him whole. “Since I got back.” “Fuck,” is all he said. He was rubbing his forehead, forcing himself not to cry. He stood under the relentless rain, masking the tears that clouded his vision, an uncanny feeling of loss coursing his being. “A month.” He repeated. “Jimin, not today, I didn’t want this day to go this way-“ “-the song you were listening to,” he retorts, cutting you off. “That Amy Winehouse song. It was a commentary on our relationship. You’re checked out, aren’t you?”

You’re standing across from him now. He has an air of despair about him that makes your heart falter at the sight of him. “You’re different,” you say, breaking the silence. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and he nods slowly, silently agreeing. 

Jimin’s stomach feels emptied and his limbs feel foreign; he fears that a miscalculated step will send him tumbling. He’s suddenly overwhelmed with the sensation of having lost all control of his movements. He meets your eyes and takes notice of the way your lips quiver willing you not to cry. He blinks away tears and rubs his nose, sniffing. “You’re different too,” he remarks, cracking a shy smile. “Still so beautiful, though.” 

You blink at him, your fidgeting hands restless in your lap at his compliment. “You really dreamt this? Being here with me like this?” Your voice comes out quieter than you’d intended and he nods at you, a desperate look in the darkness of his tearful eyes silently begging you to believe him. “What happened in this part of your dream?” 

He sighs deeply and looks down at his trembling hands. “I don’t know. I kept traveling back and forth between the beginning and the end, I don’t really know how it ends. I’m not even sure I’m not still dreaming.” He swallows hard, not wanting to break away from your stare. “I love you and I know now where we began to fall apart and I tried so hard to fall back asleep and go into that dream and fix it but I couldn’t.” His voice is low, shaky and he starts to rub above his nose bridge again when your gaze falls to the ground at him saying this. “Don’t marry him,” he drawls suddenly.

“Why are you doing this, Jimin?”

He’s standing close to you now, you can feel it. He’s standing so close you can smell his cologne; the smell reeling you back into a space and time where you loved him. 

“You have an air about you I can’t explain, it’s so different, and you don’t have a ring on your finger but I’ve seen you fidgeting with your ring finger this whole time; you knew I was coming and you didn’t want me to see it, and I can see you’ve been listening to Amy Winehouse again. You’re not happy. Don’t marry him.” His voice doesn’t waver, carrying the same certainty his words always possessed. Like a tree that cannot be moved, he was always so sure of himself. 

You look down at your left hand, ringless and strange looking now that it's brought to your attention. A hand that almost resembles a stranger's hand, reminding you of the time you asked him why he refused to marry you. You frown at him, completely unaware of how often you grazed your ringless finger, you feel your face hot with indignation.

You’re still. With your breath hitching in your throat, fat tears welling up in your eyes, and blurring your vision, you turn to face him and almost collapse into yourself when you see the innocent hope in his dark eyes. He’s sure of what you’re going to say, you can tell by the way he’s inching closer and is bouncing on the heels of his feet, eager for you to reciprocate. Jimin feels the warmness pooling in his face, his body beginning to tingle with anticipation and worry.

“I love him,” you say, watching his face distort and overcome with grief. “I’ve been tired because we’ve just moved in here. I am different, Jimin. I’m happier. And I’m not wearing my ring because it’s getting resized and I really just like Amy Winehouse,” you carefully explain. Like setting down a wounded bird, not wanting to further the injury or inflict new ones. 

He takes a step back from you and a tear rolls down his cheek. His lips tremble and he rubs in between his forehead, turning away from you once more, to cry facing the cruel evidence of his delayed consciousness. Then Jimin realizes, without saying so, that you were the only person who had penetrated his being and willed him to pursue his musical career as he began to give in to defeat despite being neglected in sacrifice, and for the first time in the years you’d known him, he began to cry in front of you. In an instant, he discovered a newfound sense of woe that jolted him to sit down and sob into his trembling hands. Inconsolable with his newfound heartache, he realizes he might be too late. It’s beginning to feel like a nightmare he can’t pull himself out of. And perhaps he deserves it, perhaps it’s been written in the stars to end this way the same way it’d been written he’d see you and feel inexplicably drawn to you all those years ago.

You leave him to lament and decide to fill a vase for the bouquet that wilts in the melancholy air. Your legs lead you blindly, your mind a puddle of recollections and unnerving feelings you’re unsure how to process.

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The evening in Seoul two years ago resurfaces as you fill the vase with water. Your glassy gaze is out of focus, vividly recalling how the chilly air stung your cheeks on the rooftop. “I don’t understand why you can’t just say you have someone when they ask. You don’t have to say my name, Jimin. I just want to feel like I exist, not only when we’re behind closed doors. I am so tired of hiding,” you sighed. “You know why, baby. You know it’s not as easy as we both want it to be.” “I know, I know,” you mumbled walking past him and clipping up your hair. “So, then are you almost ready for the wedding?” “No, I can’t find my earrings. But don’t change the subject, it makes me feel so bad about myself when you act like that.” “Like what?” He side-eyed you, bracing himself for a short-tempered response. “Like you don’t care. I don’t know why you say you love me and you constantly act like the things I say don’t matter and you just change the topic. It’s so annoying,” you snapped, storming in the opposite direction. “I do care!” He called out as you faced away from him. “Hey! Come back. I said I do care, c’mon. I just don’t want to be late for the wedding, can we please talk about this later?” “Are we ever getting married?” You wondered out loud. Distracted and monotone without meaning to be, he fingered the ring he had in his pocket as he replied: “Of course, we will. I love you.” His pensive stare fixed on the distant mountains ahead, he went over his speech internally, deciding tonight would be the night he’d finally propose after years of denying you the satisfaction of publicly being linked to him as anything. But at the sound of his voice, hurt and full of resentment at being hidden from the world for so long, you spat: “Does it not bother you that I am not happy?”

Jimin watches you from where he’s seated, solemn and silent. Devastated by your response, and unable to find the right words to say, his restless leg bouncing beneath his cupped hands, he gives up his efforts of saying anything. He thought he was capable of uncovering your truth and walking away unscathed after the time you’ve spent apart, yet he remains paralyzed with agony and a slow thudding in his chest he can feel up to his ears. A nagging part of his being refusing to accept the definite end urges him not to surrender just yet and his lips part to speak just as the vase slip from your grasp and shatters into hundreds of unrecognizable pieces.

Flustered, you grab a broom and begin to sweep up the mess. “It isn’t like you to cry,” you comment, looking over at him. He sucks his teeth, a habit he picked up when he didn’t know how to come up with a lie. A habit he’d never been able to shake. “You don’t have to say anything, Jimin. I’m sorry.”

“I’ve realized in getting older that it does nothing to suppress tears. I spent my whole life being told how to be a man, how to feel, and how I should look when I am at the lowest point of my life and the truth is, I like to cry. I held on to everything for so long I never knew where to put it.” He’s not crying anymore, but his nose is rubbed into a faint blush and his piercing dark eyes are rimmed red from crying. His eyebrows furrow, a hurt expression taking over him. “Don’t tell me you love him.”

“But I do,” you retort, dumping the shards of glass into the trash bin, looking straight at him. “You can’t just show up here, talking about dreams, and tell me you still love me and expect me to leave him for you, Jimin. It doesn’t work that way.”

He knits his eyebrows, his glassy eyes void of any strength they had, hurriedly blinking away at stray tears that betray him. “No, I know that. It’s just…” he moans, running a hand through his dark hair. “I can’t exist in this world without you. I used to talk about having time to settle, I know I was naive to think we had all the time when you were slipping from me. I don’t feel that way anymore. I walk around every day, just a shell of the person I was when I wasn’t drowning in this solitude and I can’t shake the feeling that you’re who I’m supposed to be with.” He feels immobile, shaken, and discarded but he clenches his jaw and wipes at his eyes hastily to appear stronger than he is. The truth is, he’s never felt so small.

“I’m happy I met you, Jimin. I am, but I am not who you’re meant to be with. We both know that. We’ve done it all before. It was perfect until it wasn't, and now I am with Jungkook and I’m happy. I’ve found what I was missing with you.” He winces at the latter. 

Silently, he paces around the living room. His eyes look over the photographs of the two of you scattered about the place, like easter eggs full of remorse, broken promises, and deceit of years past. “I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to let you go,” he confesses, shooting you a pained look. He groans into his hands, a strangled sob escaping him. You hadn’t noticed, but you’re crying. “I’m glad you’re happy, I really am. Even if it’s not with me. I thought I had you the way you’ve always had me.”

You open your lips to protest and he interjects with: “Give me a moment, okay?”

You make your way closer to him, making him look up from his now crouched position. He’s crying silent tears, his gaze distant and unmoving.

“I keep thinking of that dream. If I could’ve just stayed there, this wouldn’t be happening.” He’s shaking his head, mumbling incoherent words to himself. Then out loud, a final confession: “I almost proposed to you.”

Your heart rings in between your ears and you can’t hide the trembling of your lips as you sit beside him, bringing your face into your palms. “Don’t tell me that, Jimin.”

 “It’s true, the evening we argued on the rooftop when you asked why I didn’t tell the world about us, I had the ring with me but after our fight, I tossed it as far as I could when you went downstairs to greet your mother.” You frown, unsure of how to go on. Jimin’s body shakes with each sob that escapes him and he’s wishing he was wrong and that this is really still somehow a part of his dream of memories. For the first time since he walked in, he brings himself to really look at you, his stare unwavering and brimmed with sadness. He feels an irresistible urge to take your hand in his and kiss you one last time, now accepting his fate with totality.

“I don’t know how I’ll get on without you. I’m really sorry.” He hangs his head low, his voice serious and sincere.  “I broke your heart and I never really deserved you but the truth is, I feel so stuck. I don’t know why it feels so impossible to let you go.”

 “Why are you crying?” You ask him. 

“Because I’m so happy to see you and I don’t think I’ll ever forget you. I’m trying so hard to remember you like this.” He lets out a dry laugh and offers you a sheepish grin. You smile weakly at him, wishing you could say something of comfort but not wanting to indulge in any of his false hope.

“How did your dream end? The part you left off on where we talk like this. How does that go?” You look at him through tearful eyes and he inches closer to you, his face now centimeters from yours. Your face is flushing and you can feel his breath, raising the hair on your arms. 

 “I didn’t finish it. I leaned in to kiss you and I woke up.” 

“And how do you know you woke up?” Your eyes sting as they lock with his.

 Neither of you has said anything and before you can, he mashes his lips against yours and you’re seeing it too.

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It was a cold evening in November when you first saw him. You were making your way through a crowd outside a concert, searching for your friend Taehyung who stood in line accompanied by a boy wearing a black hoodie, jeans, and a beanie. He was staring at you as if you were long lost friends, a familiar air that was so dreamy any person who came across him might understand what it feels like to fall into a dream while awake. In all of his life, he’d never felt so bewitched by another presence as you came into view. You were perfect. It was as if the Earth stood still and it was just the two of you. Your serious face brightened at the sight of your friend and you waved eagerly at the pair. His eyes smiled, then his lips pulled back into a wide grin and his first words to you were: “I think I’ve seen you before.”

Tonight | PJM One-Shot (Teaser)

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Pairing: Jimin x Reader ft. Jungkook (mentions of Taehyung)

Genre: fluff, slight angst, idol!Jimin au, idol! Jungkook au, bar au, strangers to lovers, romance, new york au, one-shot

Audience: 18+ 

Warnings: alcohol consumption, kissing, intimacy, touching, mentions of anxieties, deceit, brief inner turmoil, slightly NSFW 

Word count: 5.4k + (still being edited)

Summary: During a visit to New York, Jimin stops in front of a bar in passing and takes notice of you inside; lonely, gloomy, and so beautiful. He’s immediately drawn to you and can’t shake the image of you. He returns later that night, hoping he can still meet you. But will you feel the same way? 

“Are you lonely?”

I been feeling like I deserve somebody And you burn so bright you can blind somebody

Song: flight of the stars

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A/N: hi! i’ve been working on this little one-shot for a bit now. it’s a lot different from my other fic which you can find in my master list and will be linked below as well. i wanted to try something a little more lighthearted and i’ve always daydreamed of running into Jimin at a bar, don't ask me why lol. i came up with something short and sweet that you will hopefully enjoy! thank you for being here! i am grateful you’ve decided to give me and my work a chance. i hope to finish this soon and share it with you! 

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my other Jimin one-shot: Saw You in a Dream 

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a comforting friend | jimin drabble

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Pairing: Jimin x Reader 

Genre: fluff!, a bit of angst, friend!Jimin au, established friendship au, hopelessly in love jimin, clueless reader sigh

Rating: 18+ only

Warnings: pining Jimin, longing (yeah this is an actual warning)

Summary: There is not much else he’d want except you.

Word count: 600ish (drabble)

A/N: this was totally random, the idea came to me the other night, and i wanted to write something short and sweet and a little angsty bc that’s who i am!! anyway, here’s Jimin being an angel, sweet boy, and so helplessly in love with you (he's down terrible i fear.) it is for a mature audience because I am an adult and would like to only interact with anyone over the legal age, so thank you for being here and reading my work!! let me know if you liked it <33 your kind words make me swoon :]

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Jimin watches you make your way across the room toward him. You saunter, frowning and holding your hand to your forehead. He feels the corners of his lips tug down, mirroring your expression of all evening. “Come here,” he says, motioning his hand at you towards his lap. He sits silent and unmoving, his gaze never leaving you.

You sigh deeply, approaching him. He stares at you as you close your eyes, beginning to recount your story. Begrudgingly, he listens. His chest hollows out, and he feels his stomach sink at the mention of a kiss taking place. Still, he offers you a smile, nodding at you to continue despite the perspiration in the palm of his outstretched hand and the sick feeling of emotional turmoil closing in on him; he swallows hard at the saliva in his throat. He’s overcome with a need to double over in absolute agony.

Oblivious to an antagonized Jimin in front of you, you resume your story. Unsparing of the harsh details that don’t mean much to you but cut through Jimin with ease. “It was so…” you sigh, plopping on the couch alongside him. Annoyed at the memory of your abysmal date, you curl into Jimin’s side. His heart begins to thump viciously in his chest, and he looks at you, startled. “Can you hold me?”

Of course, he can. There is not much else he’d want except you. Jimin wraps his arms around you, tucking your head under his chin. Timidly, he places small kisses on your head. “I’m sorry the date wasn’t any good. I know he went home mad at himself for screwing up,” he offers, caressing your hair, his gaze glassy and distant. His mind is elsewhere, wondering what it’d feel like to be seen as something else but a friend, wondering how it’d feel to be deeply loved by you; he doesn’t notice you shifting underneath him and craning your neck to look at his perplexed expression.

“You okay, Jimin?”

“Yes, sorry,” his cheeks burn, and he wonders how long he’d spaced out for. “You look very pretty, by the way. Your hair is soft.”

You scrunch your nose at him, smiling. “You’re just being nice.”

“I mean it, though.” He chews the inside of his lip, feeling his heartbeat in his throat. He’s biting back the urge to say more. The words suffocate him, a prolonged confession waiting to be released.

You sigh, stretching out your legs. “I wish everyone understood and saw me like you do,” you murmur, clutching his arm to your chest.

Jimin can feel your heart beating in your chest, the feeling coming to him in slow timely thuds, nothing compared to the quick pace of his chest at the mere closeness of your touch. “What happened?” He wonders.

“Do you really want to know?” You quirk an eyebrow at him though he can’t see it.

“Yes,” he lies.

“He didn’t offer to pay for me. He didn’t compliment me, and I got my hair done today,” you pout, turning on your side. Your cheek is now pressed against his lap, earning a flustered sigh from Jimin. “I really thought it would be good. He was so nice through chat,” you add, frowning.

Jimin runs his fingers through your hair, an ache about him as his eyes flutter at the sight of you in his lap. He’s quiet, but his mind is askew. The words he can’t bring himself to say are entangled in every corner of his brain. Instead, he hums a song you like, shifting your gloomy expression. Suddenly, you burst through his thoughts: “Jimin?”

“Yeah?” His heart pace quickens.

“I love you.” You hug his arm, planting a kiss on his wrist.

“I love you too,” he drawls with a dreamy air. He watches how your side rises and falls with each breath you take. “I want you to be happy,” he adds, running his fingers through your hair.

“I am happy with you,” you reply, smiling, eyes closing.

“I am, too,” he whispers. And briefly, he longs to take your face in his hands and kiss you but instead, he swallows hard at the saliva in his throat, clenching his jaw as he presses a tender kiss to your temple. 

Tonight | PJM x Reader One-Shot 

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Pairing: Jimin x Reader ft. Jungkook (mentions of Taehyung)

Genre: fluff, slight angst if you squint, idol!Jimin au, idol! Jungkook au, bar au, strangers to lovers, romance, new york au, one-shot

Audience: 18+

Warnings: alcohol consumption, kissing, intimacy, touching, mentions of anxieties, deceit, brief inner turmoil, slightly NSFW if you squint ... yes, there’s a little tongue-kissing action; Jimin stares into your soul as he is one to do

Word count: 6.5k

Summary: During a visit to New York, Jimin stops in front of a bar in passing and takes notice of you inside; lonely, gloomy, and so beautiful. He’s immediately drawn to you and can’t shake the image of you. He returns later that night, hoping he can still meet you. But will you feel the same way?

“Are you lonely?”

I have been feeling like I deserve somebody And you burn so bright you can blind somebody

Song: flight of the stars

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A/N: hi! I’ve been working on this little one-shot for a bit now. It’s very different from my other fic, which you can find in my master list and will be linked below. I wanted to try something a little more lighthearted, and I’ve always daydreamed of running into Jimin at a bar, don't ask me why, lol. I came up with something short and sweet that you will hopefully enjoy! Thank you for being here! I am grateful you’ve decided to give me and my work a chance. If you liked this, let me know! Your kind words and support mean so so much to me and fuel my writing hehe. 

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New York City, New York

(About midnight)

“Jimin, take a picture of me in front of this bar,” Jungkook says, raising the camera from his neck and signaling a thumb behind him. “The bright lights look cool for an Instagram picture,” he urges, lifting his camera from around his neck and extending it to Jimin. An impatient hand waves the camera around when Jimin doesn’t react. “Hurry, Jimin-ssi, it’s cold!”

It’s snowing outside, and it’s beginning to rain. Jimin flinches and glances up at the dark sky polluted with streetlights. He brings a hand to shield his eyes and reaches for the camera. “It’s raining,” Jimin comments, feeling the droplets dribble down his chin. “And it’s so cold, man!”

Jungkook bounces on the heels of his shoes, rubbing his numb hands together and blowing into them for warmth. “Do I keep the beanie on?” He wonders, bringing his fingers up to slip it off. Jimin nods, and Jungkook takes his cue to stand up straight once he sees the camera lens in view. Jimin squints behind the lens, motioning for Jungkook to lift his chin and look to the left. “The red letters look so cool,” Jimin remarks, flipping the camera parallel to Jungkook, now instructing him to point at the sign and smile. “Your smile looks cute,” he notes, passing the camera back to its owner for close examination.

“Ah,” Jungkook gaped, clicking back and forth between the few shots Jimin took. “Ah, Jimin, I look so cool.” He scrunches his nose, smiling. “Can I take some of you?”

Jimin pretends to think it over, bringing a finger to his chin. “It’s not my best outfit,” he says apologetically, taking Jungkook’s place in front of the bar beneath the glowing neon sign that reads LOVELY NIGHT in red cursive lettering. “But get my good side like I did for you!”

Jungkook laughs at that and falls to the ground in a crouching position without warning, turning the camera sideways to get Jimin’s upper body in the frame. He motions for Jimin to point at the sign and makes a shocked expression for Jimin to mimic. “Oh, Jimin!” He shouts enthusiastically, causing an embarrassed Jimin to bring a hand to his face in hiding. “Sorry! But wait, do that again, the wink… Yes! Like that!”

The duo huddles close, their bodies humming in protest of the chilly air. Jungkook clicks on Jimin’s last photo, nudging Jimin to look over. Distracted, Jimin approves of the image.

Jimin doesn’t mind his numb fingers or the way his lips tremble. His stare is fixated on a girl sitting alone with a gloomy aura about her, resting her chin on her folded arms. This girl is more than pretty; she’s enchanting. Jimin feels his heartbeat accelerate, his breath getting stuck in his throat, clammy hands on each side, and he realizes he can be seen. He quickly looks away, coughing and pretending to check his phone.

“Who’s that?” Jungkook raises a curious eyebrow, exchanging looks between his entranced friend and the lonely girl wearing a pitiful expression, wanting to make sense of it.

Jimin feels warmth spread throughout his face, and he scoffs. “Nobody; I thought I saw someone I know.” Jimin doesn’t look up from his phone. Pretending he reads something, he changes the subject before Jungkook has time to protest. “Are you going to the rooftop party with Taehyung later tonight?”

Not wanting to let it go, Jungkook smiles a wide toothy grin, and his dark eyes glowing with mischief are busy looking in the window in search of what held Jimin’s attention.

“Jungkook, stop; I said I didn’t know anyone! Stop; they can see you looking in!” Jimin desperately grasps Jungkook’s sleeve, pulling him away from view. Jungkook pries free and rushes to peer in again, making Jimin groan out for him to stop again, his voice getting higher in defense.

“Jimin-ah, let me say one thing! Let me say one thing!” Jungkook’s laughing, enjoying the reaction of a flustered Jimin struggling to lie. “Okay.” “You don’t know anyone in New York. Who could you have seen?”

“You can’t have my leftovers anymore,” Jimin scorns, raising a finger in Jungkook’s face, pointing aggressively at him for emphasis.

“Oh, Jimin, don’t be like that. You already said I could. Truce, okay? Let me eat the dessert later, please.” Jungkook brings his hands together to further his plead. “Yes, I am going with Taehyung, and you?”

Jimin shrugs. “I might go out to drink or something. It’s been a long week, Jungkookie. I need a beer, or two, or three or seven.”

“Just to drink?”

“Yeah, I want to drink. Is that bad?” Jimin pulls a beanie from his jacket and adjusts it over his head. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” Jungkook pulls his phone out, cracking a smile as he snaps photos of the way Jimin’s beanie ties under his chin. “You don’t want to find a girl?”

“I want to drink.”

“And to find a girl.” And Jungkook points at the window. “That one in there.” He raises and lowers his eyebrows, shaking his shoulders and making finger kisses.

Jimin brings his forehead to Jungkook’s, head butting him playfully. Both of them pushed forward against each other, laughing out cold puffs of air. “You get no desserts,” he says, laughing at Jungkook wincing and pretending to faint. “We’re enemies, sorry. You didn’t know? I don’t give leftover desserts to enemies.” Jimin shrugs, ending the discussion.

Jungkook giggles, breaking away and pulling his phone to text. Not looking up, he says: “You said I could have the desserts…Oh! Taehyung is passing through here soon; he can pick me up and take me with him. For sure you don’t want to come?”

“Nah.” Jimin kicks at Jungkook and flinches when he retaliates. “I think I decided I’m going back to the hotel and change. I might come out to a bar for some drinks,” Jimin says, sticking his cold hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Tell Taehyung I can go tomorrow if he’s still staying over there with the guys.”

Jungkook nods, typing furiously on his phone. “Will do. I’ll catch you later, bro. He just texted me he’s waiting at the parking lot around the corner.”

“Okay, give me a hug before you go.”

The two hug firmly, Jimin patting Jungkook’s back. Jungkook sneaks a hand up to Jimin’s face and gives his cheek a tight pinch, instantly bolting down the street screaming as Jimin chases after him, shouting at him and running out of breath against the New York air. 

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Out of breath and shivering, Jimin walks back to the rental parked up the block. Fingering the keys in his hoodie pocket, his mind is elsewhere; back in the bar, this melancholy girl is beautiful and alone, and Jimin struggles with fathoming the latter. Jimin's mind is enthralled at the thought of her. Even when he’s in the car with the heater slowly coming to life, he’s thinking of her delicate face. Remembering this girl and her downcast eyes, a sad air about her, and for a moment as he’d peered in, he could’ve sworn she offered him a small smile. He blushes, thinking about how long he’d stood staring, wondering if she’d noticed or considered him. Was she somewhere else now, thinking of the stranger that lingered outside, or was he unmemorable and maybe even off-putting for staring?

He turns the radio on, shifting through the stations and settling on a Christmas song. He hums along, reversing out of his parking space with a smile plastered. His full lips outstretched at the recollection of this girl, appearing to be just as lonely as he. Haunting his every thought, he’s just arrived at the hotel when deciding to return to LOVELY NIGHT in hopes of seeing her again. He can’t get her out of his head; it’s the only way.

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Jimin receives a text from Jungkook with one of the photos he took of him attached with a message that reads: post this one on insta bro ;0

The last photo he likes best is where he winks and crosses his arms. He thinks he looks cute.  He’s about to respond to Jungkook thanking him when he sees her, almost beside him, seeming smaller from a distance inside the bar. In the picture, she’s looking in the direction of his back. He was so sure that he could tell she noticed their photo session, and she was smiling, and he felt his heart awaken at the sight.

In a rush, he pulls his hoodie over his head, changing into a black long-sleeve and leather jacket to match and keeping his jeans on. Passing by a mirror on the way out, he runs his fingers through his hair and takes a deep breath. She has to be there. He has to see her up close. He almost feels as though he’s dreaming it all up until he steps outside and is greeted with the assault of a cold gush of wind to his face. The air outside is jarringly harder than before. The cold stings his cheeks, numbing over his face and fingers as he walks down the street, outstretching a hand calling out for a taxi.

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LOVELY NIGHT, New York, New York

(12:40 AM)

The bar’s crowd is slowly dwindling aside from the few single men slumped over their tables, their droopy eyes glued to the TV playing a football game while they grumble disapprovingly at a touchdown from the opponent team; and near the rear of the bar, there are a few couples that begin to get handsy. The unamused bartender that wipes down the counter in front of you gives you a shy smile. This smile lets you know he’s noticed how long you’ve been sitting here, nursing your third drink and fidgeting with your napkin, unaware of how often you’ve anxiously glanced at the door every time it's pushed open.

You’d agreed to a date with a friend of a friend who, according to her, was one of the nicest guys she knew. Your evening plans consisted of staying in and catching up with your drama while soaking in the tub, so when you received a text from him asking if you’d be interested in grabbing some drinks and catching a movie, of course, you said yes. You scoff, remembering how you’d lit up when he showed interest in you the first time you met; he smiled at you and flirted with you all night, complimented you, and asked questions about you as though he cared. He was nice, though now, your opinion has been slightly altered, and you’re two drinks in, basking in regret at agreeing to this impromptu date.

Your eyes catch a glimpse of the time on the TV in front of you, and you feel your stomach hollow out. You’ve been here for over an hour… how have you not noticed? Chewing your lower lip, you reach for your phone and check your messages, swiping up and down on your screen, a pitiful hope of seeing an apology or an indication of your date’s whereabouts.  Your heart thumping in your chest, you flip the phone face down on the bar to avoid the temptation of sending a message first. God, where is he?

“They’re not coming!” A voice shouts, bursting into laughter, earning a few scattered disapproving sounds and a few extra chuckles.

Your cheeks always get hot first at any moment of humiliation. You try to hide the redness of your cheeks by pretending to read something on your phone, but the comment makes you feel small. There’s a sick feeling in your stomach twisting away at your insides, making you physically wince, your hands perspiring around their grip on your phone. You’re about to gather your things, ready to end the evening and try again tomorrow elsewhere, when the door opens, bringing in a gust of cold air, freezing you in your seat.

A man walks in and makes his way to where you’re seated. His black boots echo a graceful sound with each step he takes.

“Can I sit here?” The stranger asks you, their hands reaching for the stool beside you.

You nod, dumbfounded. You’re rendered speechless; he’s beautiful. Your heart beats like a bird in a cage, and you put your phone away. You look over, not hiding the way your eyes scan his face. It’s as if you’re in a trance; you don’t know how to look away. Is he real?

Jimin walks in, his heart racing wildly, his cold hands sweating in his pockets, and for a brief moment, he fears you’ve left already. Then, he sees you. You’ve moved closer to the bar, storing your phone away when he approaches. His mind races a mile a second; he worries he won’t know the right thing to say. He swallows hard at the saliva in his throat and, despite his anxieties, decides to sit next to you.

“I’m Jimin,” he says cooly, not looking at you, flagging down the bartender. He orders a Kirin Ichiban Beer for himself and motions to your empty glass as he asks, “Wine?"

You don’t respond; you only nod, dazed. Undoubtedly, you’re beginning to worry about losing your speaking ability. Your throat is dry, and the proximity of this man makes your empty stomach feel like a well without end. Among the few remaining in the bar, wearing light denim jeans and a black leather jacket, a dangly earring on his left ear, dark eyes, and the skin of a porcelain doll, this stranger takes a sip of his drink, not looking at you. You’re sure you’ve never seen a man or person this beautiful. You’re staring, unblinking, when he slides a glass over to you, takes another swig of his beer, and very calmly asks: “And your name is…?” He glances over to his left, briefly meeting your eyes. Before you respond, he quietly asks: “You have a date?” He winces at the drink hitting the back of his throat, and looks over your way once more, this time fixing his gaze with yours.

His stare is intense, but the easiness that succumbs you is undeniable. His full lips twitch into a smile, and you mirror it.

As for his question, you think your alternatives to the truth: Your friends were just here not too long ago, but they had to leave early; You just got here, wanted to pop in for a quick drink, and there is no date. You could say anything; he’s a stranger and won’t know the difference, and what would it even matter to him if you’d been stood up again? You could flat-out lie, but when you open your mouth, you say: “I’m Y/N, and the date didn’t work out.”

One truth, one lie.

Jimin looks at you for what feels like ages. His dark eyes locked on you, unmoving and glowing. He raises an eyebrow, takes another swig of his beer, and offers you his bottle to clink with your glass of wine. “We can fix that,” is his response.

Jimin savors the beer, hoping he’s coming off a lot calmer than he is. Internally, a nervous storm of emotions rattles him, and his right leg shakes. Was he too forward? Will you get up and leave? He knows there’s no date; he’s caught you in a lie. Why did you lie?

You sit still. He’s looking at you intently, and your face feels hot. You’re overcome with a lapse of desire for him to stay by your side, wishing he’d look away for the sake of your burning cheeks but secretly enjoying the attention. You realize that you haven’t said anything, and without realizing it, you’re now holding a staring contest with him. Unblinking, his dark eyes trace over your entire face and linger on your lower half, bringing a slight smirk to his lips when you raise a curious eyebrow at him in feigned protest.

“I like your dress,” he says to you, breaking the silence. He’s smiling, unblinking, daring you to be the first to look away. You thank him, and when he shrugs in response, you lose the battle and blink, making him laugh.

It’s a good laugh, you think. It’s deep and lively and makes you laugh in turn.

“No fair,” you whine, defeated. “You do that often, don’t you?”

He shrugs and winks at you as he takes his last beer swig. “Maybe I do,” he drawls. “You were pretty good, though. Good match, good match.”

That makes you blush. He takes notice and smiles to himself as if proud.

“And your date?” You ask him. You bring your drink to your lips without any real intention of drinking, simply shielding your smile from his unwavering stare.

“My date?” Jimin can’t hide the victorious grin on his face. So you might be interested after all.

You nod, trying to maintain a poker face.

“Don’t have one,” he replies, eyeing you, biting back a grin.

You try to hide the relief that overcomes you, and you nod, not knowing what else to say but not wanting the conversation to end. Feeling brave, you clear your throat and follow up with: “Are you married?”

This makes him laugh. He throws his head back, brings a hand to shield his face, and continues to shake with laughter. “Oh no, no, married?” He looks younger when he laughs. His eyes are two little crescent shapes, and your heart begins to race at the sight. He comes down from his laughing fit and wipes his eyes, continuing with: “Not married. You?” You shake your head at this, and he whispers, “Good.”

Again, his eyes lock with yours, and this makes you nervous. Deciding against another staring contest, you shift and finish the rest of your drink. Already beginning to warm, you grimace at the taste and earn a chuckle out of him.

“So, Jimin,” you say, not daring to face him as you begin. You can sense him smiling. You want to look over and catch another glimpse of his daunting face, but you go on watching your reflection across from you. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-seven. You?”

“Twenty-five.”

His lips curve into a smile. “I’m a Libra,” he announces. This makes you turn over to him, your lips forming a gasp.

“No,” you say. “You’re kidding.” Of course, he is, you think. The flirtatious stare, the compliments, the pretty full lips….

“No joke,” he says, raising his eyebrows. “Is that bad?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “No, it’s just so obvious. That is so cute.”

“You’re cute,” Jimin retorts, his eyes raking freely over your face.

You can’t help but smile at that. You shy away from his stare, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you thank him. This man's stare is far more enchanting than you’d like to admit, and your face was already beginning to flush before his arrival; now, it’s embarrassing for him to take the credit.

“This place is nice,” he says, looking around. Craning his neck back, he stares up at the twinkling lights that decorate the sky of the bar, and he catches you staring. Smirking, he quickly looks you up and down, making you turn away again. “I won’t do that again, sorry.” There’s a laugh in his voice when he says that, and you roll your eyes, feigning no effect.

You take small sips of your drink, adverting Jimin’s gaze. You can feel it. His dark eyes follow your movements closely, a smile resting on his face, almost amused. He’s flirting with you; you know that. Yet, you’re unsure how to go about returning the affection. What’s happening to you?

Jimin chews the inside of his cheek, unable to shake the memory of the sullen expression you wore hours before, wondering if you’d offer him the truth if he asked. Considering his loneliness and longing to be comforted, he asks: “Are you lonely?”

You look straight ahead at the bottles in front of you behind the counter, your hazy eyes boring into the mirror that rests across from you. Your eyes are heavy with sleep, reddened with the alcohol of the night, and the apples of your cheeks sting with heat from your last drink. “I guess so,” you admit, watching the words leave your lips in a low effort. You almost resemble a puppet. Did you speak out loud, or did you respond internally? You can’t tell because your confession is followed by silence.

You look over to the man on your right, staring at you, quiet and unmoving. He wears a painful expression as though he wishes to weep.

“I am, too,” he finally responds. “I walked around the city all night long, and I can’t get rid of this emptiness.” He brings a hand to his chest for emphasis. He isn’t smiling anymore. He’s down two beers now, and his eyes look your face over as if searching for something. A small smile invades his serious face as he asks: “Want to dance?” He begins to stand, stretching out a hand adorned with silver rings. “It can be in the back, near the dark parts of the room, if you’d like,” he says like he knew you’d decline and say you didn’t know how. “Come on, Y/N, let's put this lonely night to rest.”

He recites your name, and it suddenly sounds foreign to you. A name you’ve heard your entire life slipping from the lips of a beautiful stranger asking you to dance. This could very well be a dream; who’s to say? His voice is soft and inviting, and the way his eyes have lit up has your limbs feeling weak.

“I don’t know how to….” you nervously glance at the waiter nearby, hoping they aren’t eavesdropping and hearing how easily you fumble a friendly invitation after a night of neglect and too many lonely drinks. He shrugs, his outstretched hand reaching for you. You take his hand in yours, enveloping him in a warm grip, and he guides you off your stool. His fingers tighten their grip on your hand, and his thumb grazes your knuckle. A perfect stranger is bringing you such ease. He scrunches his nose at you with a smile, assuring you. “I’ll teach you, okay?”

You laugh, agreeing.

Jimin leads you through the sparse bar like he’s been here a hundred times. His cheeks hurt from smiling, but when you laugh behind him, he grins so wide he can’t see in front of him.

Your heel rolls beneath you, and you stumble and bump into his back. “Sorry,” you exclaim, recomposing yourself behind him. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” he laughs, not looking back. His laugh is low and deep and fills you with a joyous sense of disbelief. God, where has this man been hiding? “I think I tripped just when you did,” he assures you; now facing you, he smiles, showing teeth. Your eyes absentmindedly fall to his front teeth, slightly crooked and overlapping, and it’s the most endearing sight. He takes your spare hand in his, not caring that you stare, and raising an eyebrow, asks if he can place a hand on your hip. You nod, watching his arm snake around your waist, bringing you close to him. “You smell good,” he comments.

He’s slightly taller than you, and you find yourself craning your neck to look at him, watching you react to the proximity between you.

“Follow my lead, ok?” You silently nod at him, obeying.

Flight of The Stars is playing, and your heart sinks. A bitter memory clouds you, and you remember the last time you danced with your then-boyfriend at your brother’s wedding. The same song was playing then. You don’t notice how your grip tightens on Jimin’s shoulder, your knuckles taking on a pale white.

Jimin feels your grip tighten suddenly, a pained expression taking over you. He furrows his eyebrows, bringing a hand to your face. Gently, he holds your cheek, and your eyes widen at the touch before your face softens. Your eyes fall to the floor, and you usher a quiet apology.

“You okay?” He wonders, his eyes never leaving you.

“Yes. Sorry, I just….” You sigh. “Bad memory, I guess. But it’s gone now.” And you offer him a tightlipped smile to further your argument.

You take a shaky breath, remembering that it was years ago and you’re here now, with Jimin, and though a stranger, he brings you a deep solace you’d gone so long without. He’s rocking back and forth with you, grabbing your waistline tighter than before. You both miss a step and almost collide face-first into each other but manage to stumble back away. Your face is warm, and he shakes his head at the almost collision, chuckling. Embarrassed, you look down at your feet to follow along. “You sure you’re okay?” He quietly prods. You nod despite the bitter memory. “I like this,” he admits, grinning at you, his eyes closing alongside his confession.

And the truth is, he loves this. Being close to you, taking in your scent, his heart flutters, and he momentarily wonders if you consider him too.

“You don’t like this song?” He inquires, reading you.

“I love it; that’s the bad thing, I guess,” you sigh, leaning closer to him. Wishing to melt into him and leave behind the distant recollection of the only other person you ever danced this close with. “You’re right, though. I like this.”

Jimin blushes under the dim lights, uncaring if his feelings betray him and show themselves to you. “I can choose the next song; which should it be? Let it be slow so we can stay like this. I like holding you,” he admits.

“Let's stay like this a little longer, then.” You hold a cautious hand to his waist and earn a nod. It’s okay; you can do that, it says. “Do you live here?” You ask, slowly following his pace to a song you can’t recognize, beginning to play overhead.

“South Korea, I’m here on… business,” he says, stepping in closer. You can almost feel his breath on your face. “I’m here with friends,” he pulls you into his chest, and your hands begin to sweat. “We went out tonight, and I didn’t feel like going home yet. I don’t think I ever get enough time for myself. Do you ever feel like the world moves on without you?”

“All the time,” you sigh, relaxing in his grip.

“Whoa, hold on tighter,” he exclaims, grabbing your arm as your heels roll under you again. You realize that you can’t stand well enough on your own. “Here, hold on to my waist a little tighter; it won’t hurt me,” he instructs, placing your free hand on his waist to guide you.

Your fingers grip the smooth material of his jacket, and you close your eyes, leaning into him as the music blends into incoherent sounds. He smells of sweet oranges, vanilla, and roses. You’re resting your cheek against his chest, rocking back and forth with him, smiling to yourself. His chest is firm, and you can hear the rapid thudding of his heart.

“Are you a New Yorker?” He asks, compelling you to look up at him.

His lips are slick and look soft. You wonder how they’d feel in a kiss.

“No, but it’s no better than where I am from.” You scowl, recalling a home you left long ago.

“Where?”

“Guess.”

“I don’t know many places here, but maybe California?”

“Cold.”

“Cold? Okay, maybe Chicago?”

“Freezing!”

He laughs, making you smile.

“One more try or you have to go home without a prize.”

“What’s the prize?”

You chew the inside of your lip. “It’s a mystery.”

“In that case….” His eyes linger on yours, his lips parting slightly. “You’re from space?”

You thrust your forehead into his chest, laughing at this. Jimin feels his cheeks burning, bashful; he quietly adds: “You’re like a star.”

“Oh, really?” You laugh, shaking your head.

“Yes, really.” He’s painfully aware of the rapid thudding of his chest beneath you, the closeness making him feel warm.

“Oh,” is all you say. Your cheeks are flushed. You’re staring again, swallowing at a lump in your throat.

Jimin runs a hand through his blond hair, tousling it, attempting to hide his embarrassment. “Sorry,” he says, shrugging despite the pink blush that creeps on his cheeks.

“You’re blushing,” you comment, smiling.

“It’s hot in here, I think….” He breathes out, beginning to fan himself.

“I’m not hot,” you say, teasing him instead, enjoying the sight of a flustered Jimin.

“Yes, you are.” His eyes are serious now, looking you over. He runs the tip of his tongue over his lower lip and meets your gaze. “Now you’re blushing,” he smirks.

You’re both in the shadows, near the couple that only stops kissing for air, and he’s walking you towards a loveseat, where he sets you down like you’re made of glass. Sinking into the seat, gazing up at him hovering over you, you think he has to be the prettiest person you’ve ever seen. With the slight buzz from your drinks lingering, your vision doubles momentarily, and you’re grinning at two Jimins readjusting his jacket sleeves.

“What?” He smiles at you. Your sudden attention has him swooning.

“There’s two of you,” you comment, giggling.

“Oh, is there?”

“Come sit,” you pat the spot next to you. “You don’t have to stand.”

“Let me go close my tab. Do you want water? We should drink water.”

Jimin returns, shooting finger guns your way and handing you a cold cup of water. Sitting down beside you, he glances your way. “I can’t believe you were still here,” he remarks, still in disbelief that he’s near you. You shoot him a quizzical look, and he clears his throat. “I saw you earlier.” His face grows hot admitting this.

“You saw me when?” Then, your eyes widen, remembering the two people who photographed each other outside the window. It’d been the only thing to make you crack a small smile all night. You’d yearned to be with them; they looked so close, you wondered what it was like. “Outside with the…” your mind piecing everything together. “…I smiled at you; that was you?” He nods, a dreamy look taking over his serious face.

“Me and my friend Jungkook were out there. He really likes to take pictures. I saw you when I took his pictures, and it was so strange I couldn’t focus on anything after that.” Jimin's heart thuds so hard he fears you can hear it. His hands are sweating despite the cold, and he swallows hard at saliva, anxious at your response.

“I saw you and smiled for the first time all night; not kidding.” You’re smiling now, in shock at how this night came to be. He’d returned for you?

“No way.” He’s giggling; he looks so different now. Flustered and giddy. “I’m glad you were here.” His eyes are boring into yours now, and a panicked part of you almost feels he might lean in for a kiss.

When was the last time you kissed anyone? You’re struggling to remember. Internally, you begin to recount the few kisses you’ve shared with people and wonder if you still know how.

“You’re good,” is all you can say.

He looks confused. He runs a hand through his hair, ruffling it. “I’m serious; if you’re lonely and I’m lonely, we can be together just like this. We don’t have to leave together; you don’t have to give me your number; I just want to pretend tonight. I want to pretend like I have a choice.”

Now you’re confused. “A choice?”

“Yeah, I don’t have time for this dating thing. I don’t have the energy to keep it up; it never works out, so I like to pretend that, for once, it does. I meet a pretty girl, she dances with me, talks to me for a bit, and we go our separate ways; that’s not so bad.”

“You don’t want to try?” Your voice comes out quieter than you’d intended. You hiccup, curling up in the seat, tucking your dress between your legs; your eyes are almost frantic as you look his face over. Alcohol makes anyone bold. It allows you to talk to strangers and ask imposing questions you would otherwise keep to yourself.

He chuckles, shaking his head, his thumb grazing his lower lip. “Well, yes, I don’t try. Not because I don’t want to but because it’s no use.” He flags the waiter, that wipes down tables, asks for another water, and looks away when he says: “I want love like anyone else does. I saw a couple at the museum this week, it was an older couple, and the gentleman is holding up his wife as she bent down to throw coins in the fountain, and I thought to myself how that moment is so tender and wholesome, and then I wonder if I’ll get to have that.” You focus on his full lips, quietly going on. “Then they walk past me, and he grabs a cane for himself and nods at me. I stare at a painting for the next fifteen minutes and listen to him ask his wife if she’d like a cup of tea after they leave. I almost cried.”

You smile at this recounting. “That’s sweet; you tell this to all the girls you meet?” You say teasingly. His lips frown. “I take it back,” you quickly add.

“It’s true; let me ask you this: why do you come here, and why do you choose these guys that don’t choose you?”

You feign a stab in your chest, and he laughs. “Don’t spare me,” you groan. “Loneliness does a lot to people. Real solitude, I can’t get rid of it.”

“Real solitude,” he repeats, mumbling it to himself like a foreign phrase he shouldn’t forget. “I dance or write a song when I get those feelings.”

“You dance and sing?” Your eyebrows shoot up comically, a stunned look on your face.

“I do. I sing and dance; if I had more drinks, I’d show you.”

“Sing something,” you urge.

“Here?” He glances around him, his eyes widening at the people nearby casually glancing his way.

“Unless you’re shy.”

“I’m a little shy.”

You both laugh, looking away from each other, and shaking your heads. This might be the first triumph of your night, making him blush and turn away from you for a change.

“I sing mostly in Korean.”

“I don’t think I’ve heard a song in Korean,” you admit.

“I can write you a song on a paper, and you can look it up online later when I leave, deal?”

“Deal.” You reach into your purse, grab a receipt, and spread it out on the table. You rummage through your purse and pull out an eyeliner pen. “This is all I got.”

He takes the eyeliner pen, grazing your hand with his, and motions for you to hand him the receipt. He starts writing on the back, concentrating, knitting his eyebrows as he finishes his message and folds the receipt into thirds.

“There. But no looking until I am gone,” he hands you the pen, shooting you a coy look. A stare that burns your face moments after you look away.

“You look so,” you begin to say, frustrated at his beauty and little effort.

“So what?” And there it is again. He’s watching you, you notice his stare on your lips, and then he meets your eyes.

“Why do you do that?” Your cheeks are stinging with heat, and your heart is thumping hard in your chest. “You look at me like that, making me feel so messed up.”

“Oh, does it?” He laughs, standing up. “I didn’t know.”

“Jimin?” He nods. “You are very good.”

He starts laughing and gestures at your seat to ask for permission, and you oblige, scooting over to allow him space beside you.

He brings a hand up to sweep his hair back, a habit you’ve picked up on already. “You are very pretty,” he says lowly. “I can’t help it.”

You can hear the loud scrapes of the chairs being dragged out from their place to be set up on top of the tables by the tired bartender, but you don’t dare break the trance Jimin has you in as he begins to lean in closer to your face.

“You’re very pretty too….” you begin to trail off as his lips graze yours lightly, the sudden touch making you shiver despite your warm state. He doesn’t fully kiss you. Instead, his nose is brushing yours, resting his forehead against yours, and quietly mumbling that he wishes to kiss you. He utters your name, and not wanting to wait for the moment to be over, you lean in and mash your lips against his.

“Open your mouth,” Jimin murmurs. You open your mouth. Jimin’s tongue touches yours, a warm shock. You let him kiss you. You kiss him back, leaning more into his grip, your clothes a sudden obstacle you wish to tear away. He’s hovering over you, a jean-clad leg in between your legs, and his adorned hands wander over your waist before he settles his right hand around the base of your neck, deepening the kiss. Joining the feverish couple nearby, you both become entangled with each other on the loveseat. He’s almost entirely on top of you, kissing you hungrily until you’re both out of breath, dazed, and smiling at each other as he draws back, your lipstick smeared across his chin and staining his swollen lips.

You sit up, grinning at his disheveled state.“I wish I could be here longer,” he whines, bringing a hand to cup your face. “I like you. I don’t know you, I know, but I like you. I saw you, and it followed me all night.”

You wipe the corners of your lips, looking over your shoulder to see if anyone’s watching the strangers that collapsed together in a loveseat, hungrily kissing each other as if it’d be the last kiss of their lives. No one is watching, and it brings you quiet relief.

“Jimin, I liked meeting you,” you admit, avoiding his eyes and chewing your lower lip.  

The first person you’ve met in over two years that revived a part of you you forgot existed, and he lives in Korea. Life is cruel, you think to yourself.

“I visit the states often,” he says, taking your hand. His touch is warm, and with his spare hand, he moves stray hairs from your face, and with his thumb pressed to your jaw, he wills you to look at him. “Forget what I said earlier about the numbers. Give me yours.” He almost looks desperate. “I don’t want this to be it.”

“Only if you sing to me over the phone,” you respond, your heart racing at the smile he shares with you. “I don’t want this to be it either.”

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important ass-et | pjm

Summary: You've been tasked with a very important job that you absolutely can't fuck up. After a long day at work, you're at your wits end and who better to end the evening with than your boss?

pairing: CEO!jimin x employee!reader

word count: 8,489

rating: 18+. this work is not suitable for younger audiences.

genre/au: office romance au, coworkers to lovers (?) | smut

warnings: sir kink • mirror kink • spitting • light bondage • squirting • oral (m. & f. receiving) • dirty talk • dom/sub themes • alcohol consumption (not drunk!) • safeword mention (not used!) • impact play (pussy, ass, and thighs baby) • name calling (bitch, slut)

author's note: this self-indulgent thing is for the lovely siya aka @missgeniality! surprise! but not really since i've been teasing this for a HOT minute huh? this is also my first full length fic for the lovely folks over at @btsgoldnetwork! thank you for accepting me into the network! anyway, i do hope you enjoy it, let me know what you think! constructive criticisms are always appreciated!

credits: smoke texture

m.list | ao3

Tick. Tock. Tick.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

When you open your eyes again, you're met with the scowling face of one Park Jimin, lines settling deep into the crevice of his face as he looks at your report silently, eyes darting between line after line of what you've written. Gulping, you school your features into a mask of neutrality, unwilling to betray the nervousness you're currently feeling as you maintain your breathing to endure the scolding that's bound to happen. The waiting is agonizing, the perfectionist CEO in front of you scrutinizing every verb and word choice with pursed lips, pen marking on the margins to make scathing notations on what could be improved upon.

You didn't come this far only to fail. After working for his company for almost eight years of your life, you've managed to climb the ranks quickly, proving yourself with every challenge dropped in the palms of your hands. When the CEO himself approached you in your tiny cubicle, asking you to meet him in his office, you were sure that it was the day you were getting fired and you paced nervously in front of the large wooden doors, thinking about all the mistakes you've done in the past, tears threatening to fall before you push open the doors and await your fate. To your surprise, you're still hired. He lifted an eyebrow at your panicked state, but didn't ask anything as he dropped a large burgundy file on the sleek mahogany table in front of you, an uncaring smile dancing upon his lips.

"I heard you're the best of the best. Show me. Make me proud."

His words still ring in your ears, motivating you to this day. Yet back then, as you perused the file, what you saw was an impossible task in front of you because you were just tasked to lead the audit team for a hotel establishment under Jimin's rule. You should've known than to accept the offer, but something trapped you into saying 'yes'; maybe it was the charisma and sheer power rolling off of the young CEO in droves or the sweet tone of approval in his voice when you signed the non-disclosure agreement, but your mind was off elsewhere when you sold your soul to the devil that day.

Park Jimin has disrupted your simple life since then.

You were giddy at first - trying your best to meet his impossibly high expectations of you by spending night after night in the office. Some days, you don't even go home with the amount of work you had to do; sleeping in the office break room and eating cheap ramen to tie you over. Lately though, you've been feeling frustrated, your needs not being met as you focus on the mountain of paperwork threatening to pull you under and Jimin's offhand flirty comments leaving you absolutely hot and bothered. You've made an effort to ignore your delusions. After all, why would someone like Park Jimin ever want you? With no family name or money to back you up, you're insignificant at best.

"Good," Jimin clears his throat and hands the report back to you. Looks like that's all the praise you'll receive after slaving on the report for two whole weeks. "I've made a few comments on the margins. Please fix them by tonight."

The stress must have made you brave because for the first time, you foolishly snapped, hands balled into fist at your side as you fixed your icy glare towards your boss. "It's 6pm and I'll fix the changes tomorrow."

Jimin blinks, the only twitch in his otherwise cool features that show his surprise. He furrows his brows, tapping his pen against the dark table as he clenches his jaw, sizing you up. The long seconds accompanied by only the clock causes your head to swim, the silence palpable as he looks like he could kill you where you stand. You chastise yourself briefly before opening your mouth to apologise.

Just as the words begin to leave your lips, there's a cat-like grin on Jimin's face as he leans back against his plush white chair, hands folded across his chest. "Answer a few yes/no questions for me."

It isn't a request.

"You've come here to work, is that right?" Jimin leans forward and threads his ringed fingers together before placing his chin on top of it.

You nod.

Jimin stands up then, gliding over towards the edge of the table, propping himself there momentarily. His eyes never leave yours and there's a glint of something dark; something predatory in his gaze. "I'm your boss. Is that right?"

You gulp and nod hesitantly, mind churning in an attempt to find out where he's going with this line of questioning.

"And" - Jimin draws himself to his full height, prowling towards you languidly with his hands in his pockets - "if I asked you to do anything, you'd do it, right?" Jimin drawls the last word, letting it hang in the air as his face leans close to yours, only a hair's breadth between your noses.

You gulp, nodding weakly as you feel yourself get swept away by the intimidating man in a grey suit that surely costs triple your wages for the year. Your own panicked reflection stares at you from his dark sunglasses and he brings his ring-clad fingers to remove them from his face only to toss them carelessly on the table. Jimin tilts his head, colourful tresses falling on his forehead and framing his face, as if he's waiting for something.

"Y-Yes," you squeak out, eventually realising that he wanted to hear an answer from you.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

He lifts his hand and gently cups your trembling face, a dark look in his features that you can't name. Your body betrays you when a gasp leaves your lips, knees threatening to buckle if he comes any closer. There's a dial-up tone beeping through your mind, the roaring of your blood mixing with the fog of desire rendering you useless and all you can do is to maintain your steady breaths, counting the seconds as you wait for him to move.

Jimin's lips turn from a simple smirk into a cruel smile. You can see the flame of excitement in his eyes as his pupils dilate and you bring your knees together as you feel the dampness from your arousal threatening to leak down your thighs.

He chuckles upon releasing you, sauntering away towards his desk and plopping down on his chair as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened; as though he didn't just cause your heart to fall into a thousand floors below you in fear and… in desire.

"Finish it by tonight," Jimin's voice calls out as you dismiss yourself from his office, clutching the burgundy folder against your thrumming heart.

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Flipping through the notes Jimin left, you gnaw on the inside of your cheeks, thinking about his soft, pillowy lips that were mere inches away from your face and the cologne that has since infiltrated your brain. You've always admired Jimin and you'd be lying to say that you don't find him attractive, but even with the few flirtatious comments he's said towards you in the past, you've never found him so… appealing.

No, you nag firmly as your brain comes up with possible images of a naked Jimin. We are not doing this today.

Huffing out a sigh, you try once more to focus on your work and for some time, the distraction helps. You're well into finishing your first page of corrections when the last employees wave their goodbyes, encouraging you to stay strong. Sitting alone in the dim office, you let your tired body slump forward, putting your head in your hands. You glance at the bottom corner of your laptop screen to find that it's 8pm, which explains why your stomach is growling with hunger. You check through your favourite app for any deliveries, only to find that you're suddenly without appetite for anything they're currently offering. Ah, well, looks like it's another cup noodle day for you.

Making your way to the office pantry is like second nature to you. Hell, this entire office is already becoming your second home. There's a blanket at the very bottom drawer of your desk and extra supplies like a toothbrush, deodorant, and some simple makeup for when you need to look presentable the next day. Showering is easy since the office has a gym on the bottom floor too. All the office needs is a functioning stove and you could probably sell all your furniture to move in permanently into the space. Your musings put a smile on your face as you chuckle while you wait for the water to finish heating up.

"You look nice when you smile."

Whirling around in shock, you're met with your smirking boss leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed in front of his chest.

Embarrassed, you quickly drop into a bow before turning your attention towards the singing kettle. The surprise from unexpectedly seeing him in the pantry causes you to touch the hot piece of metal and you jump backwards, clutching your injured hand and dipping it in your mouth. Heat flames your cheek and you can't bring yourself to meet Jimin's eyes, so you stare resolutely at the bright red packaging of the cup ramen instead.

"Are you okay?" There's genuine concern in his voice that makes you look up. Jimin's eyebrows scrunching slightly on his forehead as he moves closer towards you.

"Yes" - his eyebrow quirks upwards - "...sir," you answer swiftly, ripping open the ramen package and pouring out the hot water into the cup before making a move to dash away, clutching the warm styrofoam in your hands.

There's a quiet, disapproving tsking sound and Jimin's arm shoots out in front of your chest, barring your escape. "Cup ramen is bad for you. If you're hungry, come with me."

"I still have work to do," you mumble weakly, trying to get as far away as you press your back towards the counter.

"I know. I assigned you that work. And I believe we had a chat earlier about doing exactly what you're told to do, didn't we? Hmm?"

When you don't answer immediately, his jaw tenses and, in one swift moment, he rips the styrofoam cup away from your hands to slam it on the counter. "Come with me," he commands quietly and circles his large hand around your wrist as he tugs you with him, ignoring the weak protests falling from your lips.

You stop struggling eventually, letting him drag you to the elevator down to the basement. It's not until he unlocks the car door - a sleek black Tesla that probably costs half of the houses in your neighbourhood combined - and opens the passenger seat for you to slide into that he lets go of your wrist, gesturing with a mischievous bow and a wink.

"Thank you," you mumble as you duck into the car. Jimin simply nods, closing the door after making sure your feet are inside. As he walks towards the driver's side, there's a strange coiling in your stomach as you take in the scent that is so wholly Jimin mixed with the smell of the luxurious leather seats.

"Where do you want to eat? Don't worry, I'll pay." It's with those words that you realise you've left your purse on your desk and another wave of embarrassment washes over you, causing your hands to shake as you attempt to buckle in.

As though he's sensing your distress, Jimin leans forward, warmth radiating from his body, as he helps you push the metal in the slot. You don't know how much your heart can take anymore. And you're unsure if it's intentional, but you feel Jimin's hands linger on your waist, your skin searing underneath the white blouse. When he pulls away, you gasp, feeling his fingers skirting over your exposed thighs and you clamp your lips in embarrassment, noting the devilish smile and the quirk of his eyebrows before you quickly turn away.

A quiet chuckle comes from his direction as he starts the car, drumming his fingers on the black, leather steering wheel. There's an occasional clink of metal as his rings hit one another and it takes everything in you not to look at his beautiful hands. You can imagine them though, and you close your eyes momentarily, reminiscing at the strong grip he had on your wrist, though your eyes snap open when your mind delves deeper in your thoughts, pulling an image of Jimin wrapping those very same fingers around your throat.

Oh my, if cup noodles aren't good for your overall physical health, Park Jimin is not good for your mental well-being.

Jimin plays some music as he drives, a smooth jazz beat that thumps across the car filled with expensive subwoofers. Your ears perk up when you hear him humming, voice lilting as it plucks notes out of thin air, harmonizing beautifully with the low tones of the saxophone. You can't help but slide your eyes to his handsome face, marveling at the way he's moving his body as he sings along to the rhythm. The lights blurring past your speed enhances the rainbow in his hair and you're awestruck.

How can a man be so beautiful?

Jimin must have sensed your eyes on him because he flashes you a grin, perfect rows of teeth glinting at you like a toothpaste commercial. He laughs freely when your cheeks redden and you glare at the road, wishing the car had an 'Eject' button you can push to get you out of this situation. Although your heart betrays the calm demeanor you're trying to project, you can't help the smile that forms on your lips and you realise that it's the first time that you feel comfortable and relaxed in the presence of your boss.

When he stops the car, you gawk at the grand building that stretches so high up, you can't see the top even as you careen your neck. There's a marvelous statue made of gold where small throngs of people walk on the steps on either side, all of them dressed in refinery. Feeling out of place in your simple black pencil skirt and white blouse, you turn to Jimin, eyes pleading towards him to take you somewhere else, but he pays you no heed, already exiting out of the car and tossing his car keys towards the valet before crossing over and opening your door.

"Come," he commands, holding out his arm towards you.

Your eyes turn into slits as you regard his hand, yet you gingerly loop your own around it anyway as he helps you stand. There's a ripple of gasps around you, but before you can figure out what's happening, Jimin's already whisking you away, reminding you to be careful as the marble steps tend to be slippery.

"I hope you like Italian. You didn't say anything in the car and it's been a while since I've been here. I hope the menu is to your liking," Jimin whispers as he leans closer, his breath tickling your ear.

You nod mutely, staring at the large glass doors ahead of you as it swallows the people inside. The ripples of murmurs start again, but as you're about to turn your head to see the commotion behind you, yet again, Jimin captures your attention and your eyes fall back to his side profile.

"Do you like wine?"

You shrug nonchalantly. You're not much of a connoisseur for alcohol, preferring to get drunk on liquor that costs $5 or less. "I like reds," you answer simply.

Jimin makes a humming noise and he slips from your grasp to put his hand on your lower back. The electricity that runs down your spine at the contact causes you to gasp and you stumble slightly forward before his hand shoots up to wrap around your sides.

"Careful," he whispers low.

Finally, you reach the top of the stairs pressed up against Jimin's side and you can note the stares that are thrown your way. What is this place anyway?

"Mr. Park, please, come in," the bellman greeted him warmly, bowing low as he opens the wide door for you.

"Chase. How's the family?"

You blink at the colorful man, surprised that he knows the man's name, let alone make small talk to an employee. It's not that you think Jimin's cold-hearted, but billionaires like him don't tend to care for people like you. Perhaps you've judged him too harshly.

The bellman and Jimin exchange a few pleasantries, laughing at a few shared stories before he says his goodbye, whisking you into the grand, golden building.

The inside is just as luxurious as you'd imagine, tall marble ceilings and plush scarlet carpet trailing to the receptionist desk at the far wall. A gigantic, crystal chandelier glints in the room, swaying gently as it refracts beams of light to dance on the walls. The conversations within the space are hushed, people leaning towards each other intimately. A beautiful, white grand piano is playing on its own in the center of the room, a haunting melody filling the space. There's a few seating areas scattered about the corners of the lobby, gentlemen dressed similarly to Jimin pointing at thick reports and looking sternly at their phones while sitting back on dark chaise lounges.

Jimin veers left, squeezing your waist in indication because you momentarily forget that he's there, too transfixed at the movie set-like interior. You notice the look of surprise on the hostess' face when the two of you enter, but it disappears quickly when she puts on a mask of professionalism, bowing quickly at you.

"Mr. Park, it's a pleasure to see you again. Same table, sir?"

Jimin doesn't talk to her as affectionately as he did with Chase, but he still calls her by her first name and without a name tag on her lapel, you are even more impressed by his memory.

She takes you to the seating by the window where the view outside is of a garden with soft lights filtering from the ground. Placing a menu on your side, she rattles off the specials for tonight, though your knowledge of Italian food is rusty and you can't quite figure out the dishes she's suggesting. The hostess leaves you with a quick bow, letting you know that the waiter will be there shortly with some water.

"What do you think?" Jimin asks without looking up from the menu, legs crossed over the other as his hand rubs his chin in thought. "Anything caught your eye yet?"

Quickly scanning the menu, you find some familiar words like lasagna and beef and your eyes widen when you see that there aren't a lot of zeroes next to the particular number. Maybe you should come here again, treat yourself to a beautiful dress and a wonderful evening with yourself. "I'll have the lasagna, I think. You?"

Just as Jimin starts to speak, the waiter comes to place two glasses of water in front of you, introducing himself quickly before asking if you're ready to order. You point at the menu in lieu of actually saying words, afraid that you'll butcher the Italian words and become more of an embarrassment in front of your boss.

"I'll have the usual. Oh, and a glass of wine for the miss. Anything from '96. Red, please, " Jimin smiles warmly at the waiter, gesturing at you with an open palm.

The waiter bows after repeating the order and informing you that the food will be done in twenty minutes. When he departs, you're hit with the sudden realisation that you're alone with your boss in a fancy restaurant and the awkwardness of having nothing in common starts to creep under your skin. So, you busy yourself with staring straight outside the garden, ignoring the pointed looks that Jimin throws your way. Your mind is in a frenzy. Jimin's always been a kind boss, but he's also been somewhat cruel with his remarks on your performance, expecting nothing short of perfection from all his employees.

Does he treat all the female employees like this? A sudden thought worms its way to your mind. You can't help it, but you feel a pang of something akin to jealousy, but that's ridiculous. Sure, you find your boss extremely attractive, but you don't want to date him… right?

"Penny for your thoughts?" Jimin's voice cuts through your daydream and you turn your head to find him smirking as he drinks from the glass. The only warning you receive is a waggle of eyebrows and then he's fucking with you; allowing streaks of water to dribble down the column of his neck, Adam's apple bobbing as he takes in a large gulp.

Don't think about the dampness between your legs. You're only going to make it worse! You groan inwardly, resolutely looking away from Jimin. Yet, as you hear the clinking of rings against glass, your eyes find their way towards him again. Jimin's using a napkin the wrong way. He's patting the front of his shirt dry, that much is evident, but then, he brings it to his mouth, tugging the pillowy lips to bring attention to how pink and utterly kissable they are.

You take a shuddering gasp, legs locked tightly in place underneath the white table cloth. Much to your relief, the waiter returns and captures Jimin's attention, rattling off French names and you assume they're discussing the wine pairing for the night. It takes a while for him to choose and you use the time to really look at him.

His colourful hair is the newest addition, he's been indecisive about which colours to choose from, so he decided that the most logical option is to have all of it. Then there's his hands. You've heard laughter from inside his office when his friends come over, teasing him about how cute he is and how dainty his fingers are, though you frankly can't see it. The man is intimidation walking on two legs. You've thought about those hands ever since he gripped you in the pantry and again when he's plastered you by his side as you walk through the doors of the hotel. Finally, there's his jaw. Smooth and sharp that you'll let him cut you over and over again. Although it's definitely not on purpose, you find the tensing of his jaw incredibly attractive and you've made simple mistakes over the past few weeks just to irritate him. You're not sure how a man can be so perfect; like he's made to literally cause suffering for all mankind because of his beauty.

You blink when you realise you've been staring at him, long after the waiter has left your table. Jimin doesn't seem to mind, giving you a wink when you come to your senses. He leans back against his chair, hands resting on his knees like he's the king. Like he owns the place.

Oh.

Oh.

"Do you… own this place? Wait, is this the hotel you assigned to me/" you ask dumbly, not really expecting an answer.

Jimin laughs anyway, bringing his hand to cover his mouth as he nods. "I own a large part of the building, yes."

"And all the people here?"

"I hired them. I'll let you in on a little secret, but you have to promise me that you won't breathe a word to anyone."

Jimin leans closer and as if you're pulled by a magnet, you do too, faces meeting at the middle, so close to one another that if you scooted your chair forward, your noses would bump.

"Most of the staff here have been in prison."

That's not a sentence you expected to hear.

You balk, but he continues. "I give them a fresh start by working here and if they do a good job, they can continue to climb the ranks. Being in customer service isn't easy, what with having to deal with so many rude customers, but I hope it gives them a new purpose in life." There's a wistful look in Jimin's eyes, a momentary lapse of silence before he opens his mouth again. "The audit I've placed in your hands? You're right. It's this very hotel and everything involving these employees. From their room and board, which they get for free as soon as they sign the contract, to their families. That's why I've been so hard on you. I know you'll do a tremendous job, and you've exceeded my expectations so far, but this is important to me."

As he finishes his sentence, he leans back on the chair, a small, shy smile forming on his lips. Maybe one day you'll find out why he's doing all this, but your heart blooms with pride; with joy, at the epiphany that you're working directly under a CEO that cares a little too much about people. Not that it's a bad thing.

The food arrives shortly afterward and you find that it's much easier to talk to Jimin after knowing his secret, promising him again and again that you won't say anything to anyone. The waiter returns once more as you're digging into the lasagna, bringing a bottle of wine and showing the two of you the label before he pours it into your glass. You'd be a goddamn liar if you knew what the cursive French words said, but you nod in thanks anyway, bringing the red liquor to your lips, swirling the liquid around slightly as you take the first few sips.

Fuck. This wine is better than sex.

You close your eyes, relishing in the way it coats your tongue. The bitter liquid has a sweet, chocolate aftertaste that's so delicious, you can't help the sigh that escapes your lips. You hear Jimin's tittering chuckle and when you open your eyes, he's staring straight at you, an amused smile on his features. Cheeks flushed pink, you set the wine glass down and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, hands trembling as you pick up the silverware to eat again. Dinner resumes with quiet conversations and at one point, the lights start to dim and your waiter comes back with a tea candle and a small vase filled with roses, setting it on the end of the table closer to the window.

This feels-

"...feels like a date, huh?" Jimin laughs, shaking his head to the side, unaware that he just finished your sentence in your head.

You press your lips together, trying to hide the demure smile that's threatening to take over. And perhaps it's the fact that this is the best conversation you've had with a guy in combination with the delicious wine you just finished, but you gaze into Jimin's dark eyes.

"I wouldn't mind if it is."

Giggles burst from your stomach as you take in his shocked expression. For the first time in the many years you've worked for his company, you've never seen him so wide-eyed before and, dare you say, eager.

"Your dessert, sir." The voice of the waiter seems to shock the both of you, heads snapping to his direction as he presents two bowls of vanilla ice cream. "It's on the house. Please, enjoy the rest of your evening."

You stare at the bowl in front of you, mind churning with possibilities on how you can turn the tables on him. Jimin's always been the one teasing you; is it so wrong that you want it to be your turn? With a wink, you scoop the ice cream in your mouth, letting some of it dribble on the corners of your lips as you bring your tongue to swipe the stray streaks. A quiet moan leaves your lips as you lick the spoon clean, pulling it out with a soft pop. There's a telltale sign of hitched breathing coming from the man in the grey suit and his hands shoot forward to grip at your wrist, a flame of desire burning behind his eyes.

"Don't you fucking dare."

You're not sure what he meant by that exactly, but you break free from his hold to do it again, eyes never straying from his handsome face. You relish at the shadow that passes through his features: jaw locked tight as he glowers at you, pupils so dilated that it turns his irises black. He growls in warning, silently commanding you to stop, but you don't care, the alcohol in your system makes you brave as you forget the embarrassment you've endured that night.

When the bowl is thoroughly emptied of ice cream, you take your finger and dip it in, humming as you coat your digit in the cold sweet cream before popping it in your mouth, eyes closing as you suck.

"Okay. That's it." Jimin whispers harshly, slamming his chair back as he grabs your wrist and pulls you up. "Send the bill electronically," he barks at the poor waiter, who could only bow in respect as he scurries away.

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"You," Jimin roars when the elevator doors close. In an instant, he's trapped you effectively with his body and you're unable to move without meeting either of his hands that are slammed to the sides of your head. "What the fuck was that?"

Giggling nervously, you play with the hem of your pencil skirt as you look up at him through your lashes, tilting your head slightly to give him an innocent smile. "What's wrong? I was only eating ice cream." You bat your eyelashes for added effect, the stain on your panties growing wetter as you anticipate what he'll do next.

You're surprised, but not really, when he wraps his pretty, ringed hand around your throat, giving it a slight squeeze in warning, a sinful gasp leaving your lips when he looks at you with those lustful eyes.

"You're a fucking brat is what's wrong. And I see that you're not the slightest bit trained." Jimin's breath is hot as it fans across your cheek. As you're about to retort, he rolls his hips forward, dragging his erection against your stomach. Your eyes widen at the drag of his cock, eyes rolling backwards when he presses his knee between your legs and digging it harshly on your wet cunt. You grind on the sensation, moaning wantonly in the confined space.

"Pathetic slut," he spits, tipping your chin harshly upwards to meet his glare. "Look at you, all needy and panting when I've barely touched you. Fuck, you've ruined my pants."

Your walls flutter at the derogatory pet name, hands finding their way to grab at his collar to pitch him forward, needing his lips on yours immediately. Of course, Jimin doesn't indulge you, pulling away just as swiftly to flip you over, your cheek pressed firmly on the cold mirror of the elevator as he loosens his tie, using it to bind your wrists together.

"The safeword is 'audit'," he growls into your ear, his back firmly pressed on yours as he rolls his hips again, directly on your cunt. "Say it, so I know your head is useful for something."

You repeat the word back to him and though you know resistance is futile, you make an attempt to loosen the tie, only to have a firm hand swat at your ass. You groan at the pain, loving the way it causes your legs to shiver as you feel him press up against you again. Though you would typically prefer some privacy, it excites you to be doing something so indecent where people can walk in at any moment.

Cold metal grazes your heat as you feel his fingers drag across your panties. You arch your back and push into his hand, whining at the contact. Jimin chuckles, unrelenting in his slow pace as he traces alphabets on your clothed cunt.

"Already wet for me, dearest? Would you like me to fuck you here? Right now? Where someone can catch us at any point in time?"

You can't form a coherent sentence, tongue laden only with moans that almost resemble his name. Your breath fogs the mirror of the elevator, chest pressed up so tightly against the metal that you struggle to breathe. Jimin rucks your skirt up around your waist and strips you of your ruined panties, presumably stuffing it in his pants, a moan leaving his lips when he sees your glistening cunt for the first time. There's not a moment of hesitation when he plunges his middle finger in, the loud squelching mixed with the sounds of your moans rattling the walls of the elevator.

"Pathetic cunt," Jimin hisses and uses his other hand to tip your chin upwards, your eyes instantly meeting your reflection. The girl in front of you is disheveled, clothes wrinkly and eyes glassy as you take in the evident pleasure written on her face. "Look at you, so beautiful like this. So submissive."

When Jimin inserts another finger in your cunt, you abandon all your thoughts. You scratch the mirror in front of you, unable to find purchase in anything as your cunt gushes arousal down your legs, making a mess on the floor. Then, to your horror, the elevator dings. Your attempt at pushing Jimin off of you is met with a slap against your thighs as he picks up the pace.

"Jimin, fuck, please," your mind tries to form coherent sentences, but he takes the moment to run his thumb on your clit, halting your thoughts immediately.

Your cunt seizes his fingers when the elevator doors open and to your surprise, a grand office greets you instead of some poor shocked souls. Walls lined with bookshelves and a gigantic window on the far end casts the moon's light on a large oak desk. There's sofas in the center of the room, a glass coffee table settled between them, and a large persian carpet nestled underneath.

"Surprised?" Jimin laughs, still thrusting into you albeit he switches to a more languid pace this time. "Your cunt wrapped around me real tight when you thought we were going to get caught. Is that what you want, bitch? You like the idea of possibly getting caught?"

He doesn't let you answer, working his fingers inside of you as you howl his name. "That's not my name, slut. You'll be referring to me as 'sir' from now on," he growls, fingers curling inside you to drag across your g-spot.

After a few more thrusts, he leaves your pussy empty as he struts out of the elevator, sucking on his sodden fingers as he winks at you, his reflection smug in the mirror. You try to gather what energy you have left and you stumble after him, hands bound together and legs weak from a high that you haven't quite achieved.

---

"Tease," you pout, bottom lip quivering as the tears threaten to fall from your eyes when you regain your senses. How can a man this beautiful exude so much power?

Jimin chuckles at that, leaving his chair to lessen the distance between your bodies, rings digging painfully on your cheeks as he grips them tightly. "Tease, am I? Pray tell, how am I the tease?"

"You knew we were going to be in this office, didn't you?" you challenge. "The elevator just automatically spits us here. There's no way we were going to be caught."

Jimin laughs, shrugging his shoulders in confirmation. "I believe I wasn't the one enjoying myself. I'll make it up to you, hm? Come here."

Foolishly, you close the gap between your chests fully and Jimin dips his head lower to capture your lips in a chaste kiss. His hand tugs at the strands of your hair and you gasp, letting him run his tongue all over yours in the process. You can faintly taste yourself and you're raring to go again.

"On your knees, darling."

The dampness that pools between your legs threaten to spill on the floor as you watch Jimin finally unbuckling his pants, revealing his thick, veiny cock into his cold office. You gulp at the saliva that's about to spill from your slack jaw and you pant heavily at the sight of the red, weeping head, wondering if it'll even fit inside you.

He strokes his length a few times, groaning as his gaze drifts towards yours, whose eyes are wide in fascination. "Open," he pants, leaving traces of precum on your lips.

Moaning, you do as you're told and Jimin abruptly shoves his cock into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat in one go. You gag around his length, the burn causing fresh tears to roll off your face, but it's so good. With shallow breaths, you swallow around his length as your hand cups and plays with his balls. The sound of Jimin groaning above you is music to your ears. Your pace starts out slow, saliva clinging to his length and down your chin. Hollowing your cheekbones lets you hear more of those sweet sounds stumbling from Jimin's mouth and so, with one more shallow breath, you increase your efforts until his breathing stutters and he removes himself from you with a hiss and a hard grip on your head.

"If I knew what that mouth could do, I'd fuck you sooner," he rasps, breathing still heavy despite the tired smile he gives you. "Do you want to cum, darling? Creammy cock and make an absolute mess of yourself?"

You nod almost too eagerly.

Chuckling, Jimin moves to sit on his office chair and leaves you on the floor, crooking a finger towards you and patting his leg. With trembling legs, you pad slowly towards his lap, the tie binding your arms together making it hard for you to balance. Your blouse is sticky with a mixture of sweat and saliva, making your skin crawl. All you want is for Jimin to rip it all off, seam to seam, leaving you naked and breathless in front of him, but you say nothing as you get closer, breathing in the heady scent of his cologne instead.

Gingerly, you place both your legs on either side of the chair, trying to balance yourself in the tight space as you lower your aching core. Jimin's not helping, hands gripping firmly at the handles of the seat and a smile dancing on his lips. "If you want to cum, do it yourself, slut," he taunts, rolling his hips upwards to glide his cock on your entrance.

With what little bratty attitude left in your body, you begin to slide across his length instead, smearing his pants with your arousal. You let the moans tumble freely from your lips, mutters of expletives and his name wedged between the sounds as you continue to build your high. A triumphant smile graces your lips as you see Jimin shudder, eyes closing halfway before his grip leaves the chair and slams firmly on your ass. You keen, head thrown back at the pain, yet your cunt gushes out in response, soaking the front of his pants completely.

Jimin tuts as he chuckles, lifting you up and away from his lap and placing you face first on his oak table instead. "My slut still needs to be trained, huh? I guess the earlier punishment in the elevator isn't enough for you, hmm?" Each word is punctuated by a harsh slap on your ass, the flesh reddening with every contact from his hand.

"Ah - Jimin - no more!" you cry, tears flooding your vision at the onslaught of pain and pleasure.

At the mention of his name, Jimin growls, thrusting two fingers harshly inside you, already knuckle-deep as he curls his fingers inside your velvet walls as he continues to spank you with his free hand. "That's not my fucking name, and you know it. I have in my hands a pathetic slut who can't even follow simple instructions. What's going on in that pretty head of yours, hmm? I bet it's the thought of my cock fucking you raw on this table," Jimin laughs as you struggle, another swat on your ass makes you fall flat on the table, unable to keep your legs up any further. He takes the opportunity to land a firm hand across your weeping cunt, massaging the sensitive bud with the tip of his fingers when you shudder at the contact. You don't have to look behind you to know that the table is coated with a new layer of varnish. "You're not done yet, are you? We haven't even fucked yet. On your knees, baby."

"...Sir," you whimper, letting the force of his fingers bring you closer to the edge of oblivion.

"Good girl. Fuck, if you wanted to be punished, you should've just said so. Instead you try and try my patience. Look where that's gotten you?" He ends the statement by ceasing all movements. "Bad girls don't deserve to cum, you know?" he taunts, mocking laughter slipping from his lips as he watches you howl and thrash against the table, orgasm rudely taken away from you.

With those words he slips his ring-clad fingers away from your cunt, the force of the removal causes you to squirt some more, warm juices gushing out of you in waves. Jimin hums his approval, loving the little spasms that wrack through your body..

Jimin walks over to where your head lays and smiles, threading his dainty fingers on your hair to tug your face upwards. Your eyes are unfocused, too lost in the way he's looking at you; at the prideful smirk on his lips. His other hand comes to stroke your cheek before placing his thumb on your lips. His smirk grows into a full-on smile when your eyes close and your mouth opens, sucking and mewling around his digit. "Had enough, slut? Are you going to be a good girl now?" he whispers softly as he places a tender kiss on your sweat-covered forehead.

You nod, letting his thumb go before replying. "Yes, sir."

"Good. Relax, let me take care of you, okay?"

Jimin drops your head gently on the table, smoothing out the strands away from your face as you sigh against his gentle touch. As he walks to the other side of the desk, his fingers don't leave you, always touching a part of your body before it stops to rub circles on your lower back. You moan, arching your tired back to feel more.

"Would you prefer if I give you a massage here," he asks while he digs through your sore back momentarily before Jimin's fingers trail lower and push two digits deep into your cunt, "or here?"

Your head snaps upwards, a guttural sound ripping itself from your throat as Jimin thrusts languidly inside your sopping cunt, relishing in the tremors that shake your body. His free hand massages your ass in an attempt to soothe the smarting flesh caused by his wicked hand.

"Ah - fuck - sir," you gasp, feeling his tongue on your clit as he continues to curl his fingers inside, bringing you dangerously close to the edge with just a few strokes. Jimin hums, the vibration making you rut against his face as you struggle against your binds.

"Can you squirt again, baby?" he moans between licks. "Wanna drink you up."

"I don't know - fuck, fuck, right there, right there. Shit, I'm going to - ah - gonna cum, please, please let me cum, sir!" you keen, gripping the ropes that bind you on your back. Your face is marked with splotches of drool and tears, but you don't care that you look like a mess because Jimin's face is about to be just as ruined.

Jimin thrusts his fingers faster and his mouth sucks up all the juices that dribble freely from your cunt. He's unrelenting as the fire continues to spread across your body, the familiar waves making your toes curl. You're unsure what words you're panting out at the moment, brain and pussy filled with Jimin, Jimin, Jimin, but after a particularly deep thrust, you soak the front of his expensive dress shirt with your arousal, a high-pitched whine bouncing off the walls of his office as you finally reach your end.

His thrusts slow before stopping completely, moaning as he removes his arousal-covered face from your body. Jimin makes quick strides to loom over you before dropping his face to capture your lips in a heated kiss. He pries your mouth open with expertise, tongue chasing yours as you moan, tasting yourself. The kiss is sloppy, drool freely running down the column of your throat as he continues to fuck your mouth with his tongue. When the two of you part, gasping for air, Jimin's eyes are glassy, his jaw set as he takes a hold of your chin gently.

"Open."

Eager to please, you do as you're told, opening your mouth wide and extending your tongue outwards. Jimin tips your face upwards towards him and there's a slight movement from his jaw and throat as you realise what he's about to do. A fat glob of spit falls on your tongue and you moan, shutting your eyes. Jimin does it again, filling your mouth slowly with a pool of saliva and your own arousal. You keep the mixture in your mouth, still parted slightly, so he can see your obedience.

"Good girl. Swallow."

And as you do, your cunt clenches painfully over nothing. You whine against his hold, hands completely numb from the tie and you have no upper body strength left to keep you up. Jimin kisses you chastely once more as he places your head on the table. Moving back to the other side, he unties your wrists with deft fingers, massaging them to get the blood flow going.

"Hands and knees on the table," he commands, voice ringing from all directions.

Limbs trembling and bones screaming with exhaustion, you force yourself to comply, even as you hear your joints popping from the tension in your body. Praise trickles out of Jimin's mouth with careless abandon as he massages your hips, voice low as he remarks how good you're doing, turning your body pliant in his hands.

And - oh, there. Jimin's cockhead rubs against your weeping cunt, slapping it against your clit a few times only to bury himself all the way to the hilt, a groan slipping from his plush lips as your walls clench around him. You buck your hips backward in an effort to get used to his length, silently begging for him to move slowly at first.

"I should've fucked you ages ago. Fuck, you're so tight, baby."

Jimin ruts slowly into you, a small bit of mercy, as he lets you adjust to the stretch of his cock. You shudder at the slight burn, the fullness inside you making you writhe on the wooden table as you wiggle your hips. There's a chuckle from behind you as Jimin unsheathes himself, leaving only the head, before abruptly slamming his cock wholly inside. Your muffled whimpers and pants do nothing to stop his movements as he continues, gradually building up momentum until he's rapidly thrusting his cock deep in your pussy.

For the second time that night, Jimin brings you closer to the edge of pleasure, flame erupting from your core as he snakes a hand to play with your clit. He's unrelentless, his desire to drive you crazy fueling the snap of his hips, especially when he brings a knee on the table to fuck you deeper, the angle causing his cock to brush repeatedly on your g-spot. With only a few more thrusts, your battered cunt spasms, walls flutter tightly against his length, and you see stars when you close your eyes. There isn't enough time to give him a warning as you cum and you scream his name as you flood his table again.

Jimin growls your name, his high also rapidly approaching as his hands leave your hips to grip your hair in a makeshift ponytail, pulling you away from the table. "Fuck, this cunt was made for me. I'm going to fuck you full of my cum." His words send fresh shivers down your spine as you keen, muscles screaming with exhaustion and overstimulation as he continues to pound his cock repeatedly inside you. "Yeah? You like the idea of walking around filled with my cum? Oh, fuck, baby, you're going to be the death of me."

With a final grunt and a stutter in his hips, Jimin cums, heat filling your insides as he paints it white and you moan his name in reverence, tightening your cunt to milk him of his cum completely. He removes himself from you with a groan, eyes dark with lust as he watches his arousal oozing from your cunt. You groan tiredly when you feel his fingers fuck the cum back inside, a silent instruction to keep it in for as long as you could.

A pleased hum leaves his lips at the sight of you on the table and with a gentleness that he hasn't displayed all night, he lifts you up and carries you to the dark sofa in the center of the room, dropping your tired body on the heaps of pillows. Though he had instructed you to keep his cum inside, he leaves momentarily and comes back with a handkerchief, wiping the lower part of your body as you try to steady your breathing.

"Let me take you home. You've been wonderful," he murmurs as he sits next to you, lifting your head so it rests on his lap. His hands massage your battered limbs and you whine, the strain beginning to settle in from fucking on a hard surface.

"I have work to do…" you whisper. "This was only supposed to be dinner."

Jimin chuckles, pride twinkling in his eyes. "I'm the boss. I'm commanding you to worry about work tomorrow. After all, you've already proven yourself to me plenty." He opens his cellphone then, talking in hushed noises as his hand drifts to play with your hair. You only hear bits of conversation as your eyes droop close, the exhaustion catching up to you, rendering you close to sleep.

Your eyes snap open when Jimin whispers your name, still stroking your hair. "Come on, let's get some sleep. I've reserved a room already." He helps you up and goes to the elevator, picking up your ruined panties along the way as you blush, trying to fix your appearance to look semi-presentable.

"Do you want to know something funny?"

You tilt your chin in his direction, having just finished putting your hair in a bun.

"Our room number is 69."

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Posted: 6.22.21 at 2:20am CST

esse tuus | pjm

esse tuus (latin) ↳ translation: to be yours

synopsis: You’ve been plagued by dreams of your boss ever since you started working for him to the point where you’re unable to “play” with anybody else. Frustration and possible lack of sleep has you feeling lethargic, to a point where you find yourself falling asleep at work, but little do you know that someone is behind it all.

part of the dulce somnii universe.

pairing: jimin x reader

wc: 9.8k

genre/au/rating: 18+ | incubus, office au, f2l | S, F

warnings: minor descriptions of injury, oral (f. receiving), fingering, heaps of feelings, orgasm denial/delay, sex dreams? name-calling, degradation, praise kink

lil note: happy birthday jimin <3 and happy halloween!

listening to: serendipity

m.list | ao3

The night sky only darkens with the evidence of rain. With most of its denizens asleep, the city winds down quietly while it waits for the storm to pass. Two men stand in the middle of the downpour, two sets of eyes staring at the same window – the third-floor apartment belonging to a woman, the only one awake in the otherwise quiet night. They’re silent, waiting with bated breath for the lights to turn off, so that no one could listen into their conversation, despite them surrounded by a powerful aura that shrouds their identities while wicking away the rain to keep their coats dry. As they say, you can’t be too careful when the walls have ears.

When the final inhabitant of the city surrenders to the call of sleep, their conversation begins.

“That’s her.” It isn’t a question, but Jimin nods in confirmation. “How long?” his companion asks, his deep voice clear despite the thundering stampede of rain colliding with the asphalt around them.

“Ever since I’ve known her,” Jimin replies wistfully. “Five years now.”

“I mean, aren’t you the same way? Isn’t that why you haven’t changed your form in nearly two years now?” he questions his tall companion curiously. “Surely that girl you were toying with is under your control by now, right? Why not move on to a different target, Tae?”

Taehyung doesn’t answer him immediately, the glare he throws at Jimin a sufficient reply. “It’s different,” he sighs after a heartbeat. “I don’t love her; I just need her to feed – to survive.”

“Bullshit,” Jimin counters with a roll of his eyes. “Pretend all you want, but you can’t fool me. I know the way you talk about her when you’re drunk.”

“It’s different,” Taehyung insists with a growl. Seizing Jimin’s shoulders, Taehyung’s golden eyes glint with irritation under the dim streetlight. “Because I’m not willing to give up my life for her… Unlike you,” he spits as he shakes his head. “I want you to think carefully about this. Are you sure you’re willing to give up your immortality, and eventually your powers, for a mere mortal?”

Jimin laughs, loud enough that it would normally wake everyone in the neighbourhood, but his powers have given him a gift of anonymity, so the sound is merely carried away by the wind. Instead of staring into the gilded eyes of his friend that mirrors the storm around them, he looks up at the darkened room again.

With a graceful smile, he peels Taehyung’s hands away from his shoulders before turning away to leave, away from this dreaded weather. Indifferent about whether Taehyung could hear him, Jimin’s ruby eyes twinkle as he grins, “Oh, I have never been surer.”

---

You’re not sure when the dreams started, but it was shortly after you started working under the new CEO, Park Jimin. They weren’t so frequent before, maybe happening about once or twice every couple of months with you recollecting bits and pieces come morning. Now, not only were the dreams occurring nightly, you’re left with an uncomfortable mess in the morning – made evident by the growing wet puddle soaking your sheets, but also the way you can no longer look at your boss without heat flaming your cheeks.

When you confide your issue with a good friend of yours, she only gave you a weird look, telling you that the dreams were attributed to the fact that: (a) your boss is fine as hell; and (b) the stress that’s been accumulating with the mountain of tasks he’s assigned to you.

“If you want my opinion, I think you just need to get laid,” Jessie scoffs with a roll of her eyes.

Heeding her advice, you donned on your battle armour that consisted of a dark-red dress with a plunging neckline. You’ve been blessed that night with an array of beautiful men who vied for your attention, but even after deciding to go home with the mysterious soft-spoken one whose arm was covered in tattoos, you couldn’t go through with it.

It’s not that he was bad in bed either. The raven-haired boy had kissed you like there was no tomorrow, sending your nerves aflame as you reciprocated his passion. But, as you closed your eyes in pleasure when he laid you down on his bed, his visage was replaced by a certain blonde CEO. And the wonderful night that seemed so promising ended up with you apologizing profusely in embarrassment before speeding away from the mystery man’s apartment at 2am.

Rain has graced the earth more often lately, so by the time you reach your apartment in the outskirts of the city, you’re drenched, adding another tick of irritation to the already shitty night. After you finished towelling your hair dry, you decided that it’s time to sleep, and when you drifted into the abyssal darkness, you hoped that your dreams weren’t plagued by a familiar swoop of blonde hair.

---

The room spins as you attempt to make sense of your surroundings. There’s a hand on your shoulder that shakes you gently, but try as you might, the pounding in your head makes it impossible for you to keep your eyes open long enough to distinguish its owner.

“Breathe,” says a familiar voice. “It’ll go away if you just breathe.”

You do as the voice suggests, inhaling deeply while screwing your eyes shut, in hopes that it will drown out the ringing in your ears. Something soft glides across your eyelids and like magic, silence returns, a trusty companion.

Gingerly, you open an eye before wincing at the harsh fluorescent light. You blink a few times to allow your eyes to adjust to the brightness before finding yourself in the file room of your office, with steel shelves stacked with various kinds of blue binders, each containing reports of the company’s financial burdens and achievements through the years.

And in front of you, tie askew and flushed in the face, is your boss; the one and only Park Jimin.

He has you pressed up against a file cabinet, caging your body between two strong arms, white sleeves rolled to the elbows. You notice the hint of ink on the corner of your eye – a 13 on his wrist. You open your mouth to ask him about its significance, only to close it back up when his face looms closer.

Before your brain has a chance to register what’s happening, Park Jimin kisses you.

He kisses you with urgency, but not with haste – undoing you with every sweep of his plush lips against yours.

Though it takes you a moment, you pull him closer by his tie, earning you the familiar quiet chuckle that speeds your heart rate, and you too, kiss him back with fervour. Even when the inches between your bodies fall to zero, you want him to be closer still. And when he parts, you feel the ache of being torn apart. Your hands fall to his chest, the desire to rip the buttons off his white dress-shirt grows stronger with every second that passes as you study the swell of his lips, wet with saliva, glinting in the light.

“Do it.”

It takes you a second to register his words, but when your brain deciphers his meaning, your hands tighten their grip, wrinkling the white cotton fabric. With a heavy inhale, you yank. The buttons don’t fly off and clatter to the ground like in movies, but your strength did cause a few to strain against their threads. You run your hands down the expanse of Jimin’s chest as he shivers under your touch. You look up to see a marvel stand before you; one where his eyes are closed, and pretty mouth slightly parted to accommodate his staccato breathing.

“Kiss me.” Your words seem to be carried away with the hum of air conditioning, but before you have a chance to repeat yourself, Jimin slams into you, tangling his hand in your hair to tighten the hold he has on your head.

The cabinet clatters as he pairs the kisses with a buck of his hips, dragging his clothed erection up to your core; and you moan, your voice foreign in your own ears. You beg him for more as his nose trails the column of your throat, your own impatient hands fumbling to unbuckle his belt.

“Patience, my dear,” Jimin chides playfully. He puts a stop to your unsuccessful efforts by claiming your hands, kissing the knuckles with a smirk. You’re left stricken when his eyes meet yours, hypnotized by the ruby irises that stare deep into your soul.

“Your eyes… Were they… always that colour?” you mumble with a tongue that weighs like lead, but the fog descends on your mind again, rendering you incapable of speech.

“Ah!” you screech. The sudden high-pitch ring returns to block your senses and you cover your ears tightly to try and shake it off. From the din, you hear Jimin call your name desperately, but the pain is too great, and soon, you’re unable to see as a bright light consumes your vision—

Until you sense the same gentle swipe against your closed lids and the searing pain disappears, as though you imagined it all. When you open your eyes again, Jimin’s frowning. You try to remember the last few moments before the pain, only to draw a blank. Have you done something to upset him?

“Are you okay?” There’s a thin sheen of sweat above his brows and you reach out to wipe it away with your sleeve.

“I am,” he whispers despite the obviously pained smile. “But what were you saying?”

“Hm? I only asked if you were okay, sir,” you say hesitantly. Jimin’s acting strangely, ruby irises scouring your face desperately for an answer, but you’re not sure you know the questions to the test he’s given you.

“You were about to say something about my eyes,” he says slowly, evenly, like he’s explaining something to a child.

Your brows furrow. “I was?”

Jimin nods.

“I… don’t remember,” you admit with a shake of your head. Blinking at him now, you wonder why you would make such a comment – if you did. There isn’t anything wrong with his eyes. They’re the usual ruby red, flashing brightly against the light… right?

Yet, you can’t shed the nagging tug, the insistent voice in your brain that’s telling you that something’s wrong, but just as the low throb begins again, Jimin smiles sweetly, like he always does, and you feel at ease. A gentle brush of his knuckles against your cheek silences the part of your brain that’s trying to rationalize everything.

And when his lips return to glide against yours, you don’t remember what it was you were worried about.

“Oh—” You gasp into the kiss as his hand trails shapes on the skin of your thighs. Jimin takes the opportunity to kiss you deeper, swiping his tongue over your own. While you tangle your fingers in his hair, he hikes up your skirt and cups his hand over your pussy before he grinds your clit with the heel of his palm.

“Jimin—” Your fingers dig into his neck as you roll your hips into his hand. All of it is too little and too much, you’re unravelling too quickly – burning like a comet as you hurtle into his atmosphere.

Yet Jimin doesn’t stop, refuses to comply though you sob for his fingers; his cock; anything – to satiate the unbearable need to be filled. You claw at his arms, unable to fret over the long red lines you draw across the expanse of his skin. And just when you think you can no longer hang on, Jimin stops, a regretful smile on his face.

“What a shame. That’s all the time we have for now.”

---

“Holy shit!”

You’re up immediately, Jimin’s words still ringing in your ear. You swear you could still feel his hot breath against your skin, as though he was here the night before, but the absence of a warm body next to you signifies that last night was all but a dream.

Yet… it was so much more real than the ones prior.

Usually, you’d wake up recalling just the barest of details: Jimin’s lips curling into a smile or the way he’d coo your name as he draws patterns on your skin. But this time… you remembered everything; your mind highlighting every mole on his perfect porcelain face.

You wanted nothing more than to soothe the ache from between your legs but glancing at the wall clock on the opposite end of your bed suggests that you won’t have time to bring out Mr. Rabbit to play, considering that you have about 15 minutes to get ready before you miss the bus. With a regretful sigh, you left the warm comfort of your bed to brave the day.

---

“Good morning!”

Despite the enthusiastic chatter you’re engaging with your co-workers, you feel anything but. You’re still reeling from the dream, unable to stop recalling the way Jimin’s cool fingers brush against your blazing skin. You leave the pantry with a steaming cup of coffee and a heaving sigh before settling down to work.

Your calendar is full of reds and greens, indicating meetings that Jimin must attend and the ones you must attend with him respectively. A secretary to the CEO is a task that would normally require two people, but ever since your partner left, you’ve been left to work the pace of two people. Though Jimin has suggested that you hire a second person, you have refused, claiming that you’re saving the company resources since you’re capable of doing the tasks just fine on your own. Being so close to Jimin fills you with pride, especially knowing how much he relies on you to keep things running smoothly.

Fortunately, it also comes with you receiving a significant raise, much more than what you’d originally entered with. You have no doubt Jimin is to thank for that, having convinced the Chairman in a meeting to renegotiate the contract. Speaking of your boss, the time on the lower right corner of your screen indicates that he’s late – something that has never happened before in your five years of working together.

Just as your thumb hovers over the green call button, Jimin enters with a brilliant smile, greeting everyone and asking about their weekend. You’re almost annoyed at the way he nonchalantly enters through the door, acting like it doesn’t matter that he’s a few minutes late just because he’s the boss, but mostly because it isn’t fair that he’s doing just fine when you’re left stunned in your shoes; the memories of the dream lingering in the forefront of your mind when your gaze drops to his hands.

You snap to attention as he approaches, slipping on a mask of professionalism as you greet him. “Good morning, Mr. Park. You have a nine o’clock this morning and another one at eleven. Should I bring you the coffee now or in a little bit?”

As Jimin enters his office, he gives you a noncommittal hum, so you follow him inside and close the door behind you, sensing that there’s something in his mind.

“That skirt looks good on you,” he praises with a smile before settling in his desk.

You’re left momentarily speechless, surprised at the sudden compliment. You nod your head in thanks, one Jimin returns with another quirk of his lips. As you stand there in silence as he pulls up his laptop, you allow yourself to admire Jimin in the morning light.

You’d be remiss to say that he isn’t handsome. Everyone in the office, including yourself, may have pined for the young CEO’s attention once or twice since his arrival a few years ago, but you don’t delude yourself into thinking that the harmless banter between you was anything more than friendship. However, it’s moments like these, where he’d catch you off guard with his compliments, that has your heart thumping a little bit faster in response to his honeyed words.

He says your name with a chuckle. “Have I lost you already?” he smiles. You clear your throat and shake your head, stumbling out apologies for daydreaming at work, but Jimin only smiles wider, drumming his fingers on the oak table below.

“Please tell me if you’re not feeling well. Don’t make me worry,” he nags lightly.

You force a bright smile to hide your embarrassment. “I’m feeling just fine, Mr. Park. Better than ever,” you reassure him. “Sorry for spacing out, what were you saying?”

You catch the slight frown on his pouty lips and the strange shadow that flickers in his eyes, the obsidian melting into soft earth under the sun—

Wait a minute.

“Were your eyes always brown?” you blurt out, tilting your head to the side.

Jimin blinks in surprise, lips parted as he inhales sharply at your question. “I’m… sorry?” he mutters incredulously.

Silence.

There’s a creeping feeling of déjà vu as you’re unable to tear your eyes away from his. Something is amiss in this image in front of you, but you haven’t figured it out just yet.

Then, a chuckle, though it sounds strained and airy as Jimin breaks through your thoughts. “Of course, my eyes are brown. What other colours could they possibly be?”

An unpleasant fog descends on your mind, and you close your eyes momentarily to see if it’ll go away. When it doesn’t, your heart increases its speed instead, you offer him a pinched smile before turning to leave. You’re more tired than usual it seems, standing is starting to become impossible. You hope that a few hours of sitting at your desk would make you feel better.

“Right. Of course. My apologies, sir. Well, if you’ll excuse me…”

Just as you turn around to grab the handle of the door, your vision turns hazy, the images blurring together like remnants from your dreams. You try to blink through the fog, but the more you attempt to push through, the heavier your lids fall. Whatever Jimin is muttering is muffled in your ears, the language sounding foreign like he’s communicating underwater. When you turn around and see him stand, approaching your helpless swaying figure, he’s nothing more than a dark silhouette.

Before you descend into darkness, you think you saw a pair of ruby eyes and a voice, so full of regret, whispers in your ear.

“Sleep now, you’ll feel better when you wake up. I promise.”

---

When you finally blink awake, there’s a black jacket covering your body. It takes you a few seconds to register that you’re lying on a semi-familiar sectional, and you scramble to stand when you recognize the numerous awards decorating the wall in front of you.

The sun casts hues of oranges and yellow from the large window into Jimin’s office and you watch in horror as the door opens to reveal your boss walking inside with a mug in hand.

“Mr. Park! I…” You don’t have an excuse ready for what happened: how you dozed off on his couch for an entire workday.

Jimin holds up a hand to stop your floundering speech. Instead of fury, worry exists in the lines of his brows as he approaches your seated figure. “You should have told me that you weren’t feeling well,” he murmurs gently as he hands you the mug of steaming hot tea. “I’m sorry. I really should have hired a new partner for you when Soyoung quit.”

“N-No. Not at all. I’m sorry for making you worry.”

To your pleasant surprise, he smiles. “No, please. Don’t apologize. As your manager, I’m taking responsibility for going against the company policy. Your job is meant for two people, and though you’ve done a stellar job so far, this only proves that we need to hire someone else.”

Jimin wouldn’t dig at your work ethic like that, you know it better than anyone that it wasn’t what he meant, but you still feel like you disappointed him. You let your heart sink for a few minutes before picking it back up, a new fire of ambition surging behind your eyes. “Mr. Park, if I may be so bold, today is an anomaly. You’ve said yourself that I’ve done a stellar job, so please…”

“Why are you so intent on doing this by yourself?”

Okay, so maybe the teensy crush you’ve developed for him hasn’t fully gone away. You can’t answer his question without revealing your secret, so you merely repeat ‘Please’ with your head bowed.

Silence stifles the air around you as Jimin thinks. “All right, fine,” he says with a reluctant sigh, though his lips quirk into a smile at your insistence. “But please tell me if you start feeling unwell again. Seriously, it’s better you stay home than coming to work sick.”

“Thank you,” you beam gratefully at him before taking a sip at your tea. It tastes pleasant, despite you not being able to pinpoint the flavour. Chamomile maybe? As you finish the last sip, you stand and make your way outside, intent on staying late to catch up on all the work you’ve missed today.

You relay as much to Jimin, but he stops you as you open the door to his office. “Would you do me a favour and grab these files from the file room?” he asks as he hands you a sticky note filled with corresponding dates and numbers. “Now would be preferable, but I’m not leaving any time soon. Oh, and be careful. I think a few of them are placed on the higher shelves.”

His warning falls on deaf ears as you scrutinize the numbers on the note. Strange. Why was he looking for records all the way back to when the company was founded? Figuring that it isn’t your problem, you promise that you’ll bring him the documents in a bit…

Which turns out to be the biggest promise you regret making thus far.

“Ow…” you whimper.

Your ankle stings where you had landed on it, having failed to grab the last file you need, which just so happens to also be placed at the highest shelf. The step ladder you used to reach it wasn’t tall enough, and despite standing on your tiptoes, your fingers barely graze the bottom of the folder. Your fate was sealed when your distracted brain started thinking about the dream you had the night before.

When you attempt to stand to clean the mess you’ve made, gravity pulls you back down when your injured leg is unable to support your weight. Now, you’re sitting on the ground littered with papers, unable to call anyone for help with the shitty cell service in the file room.

Tears well up in your eyes when you think of your sorry state. Would Jimin fire you for your incompetence? Probably not, but it’s been an embarrassing day so far, especially since you spent most of it dozing off on his office couch that’s usually reserved for his guests. You wonder how he fared with all his meetings that you couldn’t attend with him – what sorts of excuses had he come up with when they asked where you were?

“God, I’m pathetic.”

Just as you’re wallowing in your self-pity, the door to the file room opens and you spy Jimin’s blonde hair between the empty shelves.

“Over here,” you answer pitifully when he calls your name.

You can almost see the comically large, pulsing angry symbol as he frowns at your slumped figure.

“I told you to be careful!” he grumbles as he surveys your foot. You cry out when his fingers graze at the ankle, the tears you’ve been holding onto slipping away down your cheeks. Jimin’s eyes soften at your whimpers, and with a gentleness you didn’t know he possesses at the moment; he wipes away your tears with his thumb. “Don’t cry. It’s not broken,” he whispers reassuringly. “It’s a little swollen, but I promise you’re going to be better in the morning. Can you stand?”

You shake your head, hiccupping a ‘No’.

“Okay, put your arms around my neck. Yep. Just like that. Now, hold on,” he instructs before lifting you up.

“W-Wait,” you protest as he carries you in the direction of his office. “Aren’t I heavy?”

You could feel the rumbling of his laughter with your cheek pressed against his chest. He chuckles as though you couldn’t have asked a sillier question. “Of course not. You weigh nothing more than a couple of grapes.”

You pray gratefully to whatever deity can hear you because when he turns around the corner, the office is otherwise empty, save for the janitor that has his back turned. Your cheeks are so heated that you plant your face further into his chest, refusing to look at your surroundings. You stopped wondering if Jimin could hear the manic pounding of your heart when you hear his, and you carry that secret with you until you hear the door click shut.

---

Jimin rests you gently on his desk before retrieving a first aid kid from your desk outside of his office. He’s gentle as he examines your foot, taking care not to move it around too much and risk injuring it further.

“Okay, you’re definitely good, but make sure to ice it when you get home, okay? And please call into work if you can’t move tomorrow. I have faith that you absolutely can do your job from home,” he smiles confidently.

True to his word, the sharp pain has since ebbed into a dull throb as you twist your ankle around. Perhaps if you stayed in the file room longer, you wouldn’t have risked embarrassing yourself in front of Jimin, but you won’t lie – you enjoyed being wrapped up in his arms as he carried you into his office.

“Thank you,” you mumble, shifting forward to stand.

“Nuh-uh,” Jimin tuts, stopping you in your tracks with a gentle nudge on your shoulder. “That doesn’t mean you’re good to go anywhere, missy. You’re staying here until I finish my work so I can drive you home.”

“But…” you protest, only to have the words die in your throat when he shakes his head firmly. Relenting to his decision, you agree. “Only if I can buy dinner,” you persuade.

“Deal,” Jimin replies with a grin.

---

When the food arrives, you’re mostly done with catching up with your tasks, having worked through most of the evening in silence after Jimin retrieved your laptop from your desk. You didn’t realize you were starving until he returned with a giant white plastic bag’s worth of food. You weren’t sure what he’d like, so you got one of everything, allowing yourself to splurge a little bit after he took care of you that afternoon. Hell, the entire day.

“God, I’m starving,” you comment, closing your laptop to place it on the coffee table in front of you.

Your stomach grumbles louder with each plastic container Jimin opens, the smell of spices mingling deliciously in the air.

“I don’t even know where to start,” he grins, tapping on the plastic plate that was provided in your massive order. “Do you want me to bring the food over to you or can you stand?”

You test your ankle a few times by standing slowly, making sure to put most of your weight on the other leg. Finding your balance is a little tricky, but you’re happy to report that you’re able to at least hobble over to his desk without any chance of falling.

“Careful…” he mumbles as he watches you, arms outstretched as if he’s ready to catch you should you slip and fall. You have no doubt that Jimin would be able to do it too.

“See, I’m fine?” you grin with a roll of your eyes, scooping out some rice and every other side dish that catches your eye.

Jimin joins you on the couch, a hand holding his large stack of food while the other hovers over your elbow despite your protests. As you settled in and began eating, it’s only then that you realized how, dare you say, intimate this was. Of course, you’ve had plenty of company related outings where you end up in a restaurant with just Jimin, but that’s mostly during the day. And here, in his office so late in the evening, the surroundings are akin to a candle-lit dinner, especially since he decided to turn all the lights off aside from his sole table lamp, casting dancing shadows on his face that make your insides flop around while you attempt to focus on your plate instead of his gorgeous face.

When the rest of your dinner has been put away, you’re now left with a limbo in your schedule. On one hand, it’s approaching 9pm, and you still have work tomorrow, so you really should get going, but watching Jimin settle back into his chair, round glasses perched on his nose as he returned to his tasks, you’re reluctant to part from him.

“Do you normally work this late, sir?”

You weren’t paying attention when he had taken off his tie and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, but right now, with the sliver of skin on his chest exposed, he doesn’t look like the CEO you’ve worked under for several years now. In fact, you’re reminded just then that you’re about the same age, still relatively young and fresh-faced, and surely the hours he put in outside of work is the reason why he’s able to attain this prestigious title today. Jimin doesn’t reply to your question right away, mumbling a ‘one moment’ under his breath as he types.

“I don’t normally stay this late,” he sighs, rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses. “But a certain secretary of mine decided to play Sleeping Beauty on me today, so I have a bit more work that needs to be done.”

You open your mouth to apologize, but you’re cut off by his boyish grin. “I’m just kidding,” he teases with a wink.

“Well, umm, I should probably clean up the files since I’m mostly done with what I have to do for tomorrow,” you mutter sheepishly.

“Sure, don’t get hurt this time, all right?”

“That’s cold, sir,” you pout at his teasing grin. “My ankle is still a bit numb from the pain.”

You leave Jimin’s office accompanied by the sound of his sweet laughter, and when the door closes shut behind you, you can’t help but lean against it for a moment, smiling to yourself.

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You spend way too long picking up the scattered papers from the floor due to your earlier injury. By the time you are done, Jimin appears, peeking his head in to ask how you’re doing. You gesture at the stacks of folders on the nearby table in triumph, proud that you were able to complete such a task.

“Colour me impressed.” Jimin examines the stack of folders in admiration, praising you for a job well done.

“Thank you, but this was the least I could do after making such a mess.”

He hums as he surveys the stack, flipping through the first few pages before placing them back down. “I’ll help you carry these upstairs. I wouldn’t want to be sued for negligence,” he chuckles as he picks up a stack.

Ever considerate, Jimin left you a stack to carry by yourself, so you don’t feel useless. You can only grin as you follow him into the elevators (and you may have stolen a few more glances than usual while you were waiting).

“Ah, look how late it’s gotten,” Jimin comments when the two of you reach his office. The old grandfather clock he keeps in there rings eleven times, but despite the lateness of the evening, you’ve yet to feel tired.

After placing your stack of folders onto his desk, you approach the clock out of curiosity. It stands out of place in the modern-looking office, the ornate swirls on the wood a great contrast to most of the sleek black furniture. It’s the first thing you notice when you first meet Jimin in the office all those years ago. You never had a chance to ask him what it’s about despite being so close… and you realize that tonight was a rare occasion for you to satiate that curiosity of yours.

Your fingers trace the swan etched on the side of the clock, admiring the way it comes alive in the wood, wings spread out as though it’s about to take flight in front of you. “What’s the story about this clock? It looks older than I am.”

Jimin looks up from where he sits, gazing warmly at your profile while you play with a relic from his past. “Oh, him?” he smiles fondly, leaning back on his chair. “He’s been with me for over 200 years or so? I’m surprised he still works, to be honest.”

You can only gape in surprise. “You mean this clock has been in your family for over 200 years?”

A shadow passes over Jimin’s face. “…Not quite,” he mutters, though he’s not sure you heard him. “Anyway, he’s given to me by a friend. It’s the only furniture I carry with me from my house every time I get a grand office to myself,” he gestures at the room, splaying his arms wide.

Your fondness for him grows as he talks wistfully about the clock like it's alive. It suits him, you think, how he treats everyone with such kindness, you’re not surprised that it extends to objects as well. Turning back to face the clock, you sigh, knowing that it probably is time for you to leave if you don’t want to risk being late tomorrow morning.

“Well, if there’s nothing else, sir, I think I’ll get going now.”

Jimin looks at the clock and nods, and to your surprise, he stands up from his desk, placing his glasses on top of his keyboard before offering an arm towards you. “All right, I’ll walk you to your car. It’s awfully late and I don’t want anything to happen to my favourite secretary.”

The compliment makes you laugh, butterflies threatening to burst from your stomach. “I believe I’m your only secretary, sir.”

“Ah, I meant what I said,” he winks.

Just as you’re crossing the threshold of his office, your heels catch on the edge of his rug, sending you tumbling forward with a yelp. You expect your flailing arms to catch yourself when you hit the floor, but the impact never comes because Jimin’s suddenly right there, strong arms holding your waist as his eyes expand in shock.

“Are you all right!?” he half-shouts. “You really should be more careful!”

You can barely listen to his nagging because your hands are pressed on his sculpted chest, a sliver of skin peeking through from where he undid the first two buttons of his dress shirt. Your breath hitches in your throat as you graze the heated skin with your fingertips, and you hear Jimin inhale sharply – whatever words he was uttering caught in his throat as he zeroes in on your hands.

He whispers your name oh-so quietly, caressing every syllable with his tongue, and you slowly bring your eyes to his face. Jimin traps you in his hypnotizing gaze, never letting you break away, not even when your heart pounds so loudly against your ribcage, you’re sure it’s about to breakthrough; not even when your breaths turn into shallow staccatos, your head beginning to swim from the lack of oxygen. You can sense the strong emotion that rests behind those knowing eyes, and as you continue to stare, you wonder if it matches the one you hold in yours.

“Why do you look at me like that?” you murmur.

“Like what?”

“Like you want to kiss me?” You didn’t mean to make it sound like a question, but your voice catches in your throat when Jimin leans in, his eyes drooping close.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” he whispers, lips ghosting over yours, faces merely inches apart.

“Yes.”

The breathless affirmation barely left you when Jimin attaches his lips to yours, kissing you with the same urgency that you’ve felt in your dreams, only this time it’s real. One of his hands travel from your waist to cup the side of your face, his thumb swiping against your cheek. He catches the bottom of your lip with his teeth, tugging it lightly to make you moan against his hold.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he rasps into your skin as he undoes your blouse. “To touch you; to kiss you this way… You’ll be the death of me.” Every word is punctuated with a searing kiss, his lips setting your skin ablaze when he passes by your neck, your jaw, your collarbone.

“Ah—Jimin,” you gasp, tugging the ends of his blonde locks as you wrap your legs around his waist.

Jimin lifts you up with little effort, his mouth never leaving your neck until he sets you down gently on his desk; his things thrown haphazardly on the floor below with a sweep of his arm.

“Beautiful,” he mumbles at your half-naked state. His thumb swipes over a pebbled nipple, causing you to arch your back with a whimper. He lets his nail scratch gently along the sides of your breasts, almost absentmindedly, while he watches your reactions with amusement. “Would you let me see all of you?”

All you can muster is a breathy ‘Please’.

You help him remove the remainders of your clothing to join the mess on the floor, your body shivering as you lay naked on his desk. Jimin hums as he traces your curves with the palm of his hand, until he reaches the apex of your thighs. “Let me take care of you first, yeah?”

With wide eyes, you watch him sink to the floor while his strong hands push your legs apart to reveal your glistening slit. Jimin breathes in deeply as he kisses along your thighs, his lips leaving a trail of reminders before he dives in.

“Jimin…” you whimper as he drags the flat of his tongue along your folds.

Jimin notices the way your spine locks in place when he repeats the action. “Relax for me, sweetheart. I got you.” A hand reaches out from below to intertwine with yours and he gives you a firm squeeze before resuming his task.

He starts out slow – dragging the flat of his tongue across your folds while his remaining hand circles around your entrance. You’re left shaking where you lay, unable to connect your thoughts together to stammer out a coherent sentence. All that’s left in your brain is his name, increasingly becoming permanent with every second that goes by.

When he feels your body relax underneath him, Jimin prods your entrance with his tongue, sinking in and out of your hole as you pulse around him before he replaces it with a finger, and then two. You hiss at the slight burn, squeezing the hand you’re holding into a tight grip.

“Relax,” he reminds you gently, swiping his thumb across your pale knuckles. “Focus on nothing else but me.”

“More…” you mewl, shivering under his grip. “Praise me more.”

Jimin chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief. Instead of a sassy remark, you receive the soothing lilt in his voice. “Good girl,” he whispers. “My good girl. You’re doing so well; look at this cunt greedily sucking me in.”

You’re lavished in praise, though his voice shifts into a deep growl with every coax of his fingers inside you. And when his thumb swipes across your clit, the tight tether you held onto slowly unravels.

“Are you close, sweetheart? God, you’re really tight,” he hisses before replacing his thumb with his mouth. “You’re gonna be a good girl and cum on my fingers, right?”

“Yes,” you breathe, burning like a thousand suns under his attention. “I’m so close!”

“Let go for me. I’m right here,” Jimin reassures you in whispers before silencing himself with your taste.

“Jimin!”

You think you screamed, but you can’t be too sure, not when your body is pulled apart and pieced together as you come undone before him. You’ve never had an orgasm like this – a great abyss threatening to pull you under as the waves slams against your wavering figure repeatedly. Through it all, Jimin drinks your essence, his sleeves soaked through as he continues to thrust into your walls.

“I can’t—not anymore,” you protest weakly.

“You can and you will. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” Your feeble attempts to push his head away stop at his emphasis. “That’s it,” Jimin praises as your hand returns to your side before planting a series of kisses along your folds, “Just relax one more time for me, okay?”

Jimin is by no means gentle this time around, slipping a third finger inside before increasing his pace. His once sweet words morph into growls laced with passion, washing your body aflame with desire. “God, you’re so fucking tight. This tiny cunt can barely fit my fingers, I’m not certain you’ll be able to fit all of me inside,” he grunts. “Do you think you can handle the stretch?”

You can barely keep your eyes open through his taunts, your mind spiralling out of control as you focus on the pleasure derived from his fingers. The answer you give him is intelligible, a choked whine of his name in place of agreement.

“Oh?” Jimin lifts an eyebrow at your state. “Too fucked out to talk already? I’ve barely started,” he chuckles. “What’s wrong, baby?” In his dangerously low voice, the otherwise cute pet name sounds demeaning. “Are my fingers too much for you?”

He tuts in disapproval when a beat lapses without a coherent response. Then, like sweet torture, his pace switches into a snail’s crawl. “I don’t know if you can take me in if you’re this out of it with just my fingers. Squeeze my hand once if you want to continue. Twice if you want to stop.”

“No!” The protest you utter is whiny and grating to your ears, and your attempt to sit up fails when your body refuses to peel itself away from his desk. “Don’t stop, please? So close.” That was… barely a sentence, but you beg silently that it does the job. Remembering his request, you squeeze the hand you’re holding once to reassure him.

Jimin smiles at your resilience. “Okay, but we’ll go slow this time. Ah, ah,” he tuts when you begin to whine. “Slow or not at all. Your choice.”

You grit your teeth at the illusion of choice, but the pace he’s set doesn’t seem so bad at all. With a great sigh, you relent to his wishes. “Slow,” you whisper. “We can go slow. I promise I’ll be good, sir.”

“Sir?” he muses with a raised brow. “Hmm… Well, I do like the sound of that. And what about you? Do you like ‘sweetheart’,” he plants a kiss on your thigh. You shiver. “…’baby’,” another kiss, this time higher, “…’pet’?” Jimin replaces his fingers with his mouth as he makes out with your cunt, his tongue slipping in and out of your pulsing hole. Face soaked with your arousal; he returns his fingers in their rightful place, eyes glinting with mischief as he fucks you slowly. “Or maybe, you prefer something harsher… how about ‘slut’?” Jimin attaches his mouth on your clit, grazing the nub ever-so-gently with his teeth.

Your gasp slips into a moan at the spine-chilling sensation, your eyes rolling back. “Love it—ah! Call me whatever you w-want.”

“My good, pretty slut. So turned on she’s making a mess all over my desk. I’m sure the smell will linger for days,” he chuckles into your skin. “Oh, look at you, clenching hard around my fingers. You like the thought of me walking inside my office tomorrow and thinking of you, huh? I’ve always known you were territorial. Isn’t that why you won’t let me hire a partner for you? Staking your claim as the only person that always has access to me?” At your subtle nod, his smile widens into a mischievous grin. “Looks like I was wrong about you being good. You’re a naughty thing, aren’t you?”

Jimin couldn’t help the taunts coming out from his mouth, the true nature of his being – the need to corrupt – showing itself through the cracks in the control he wields. And you… so responsive, beyond anything he’s ever imagined. Your body is so sensitive that it doesn’t require him to use his powers at all. Maybe the dreams he’s been poisoning you with have taken affect. The thought saddens him somehow. Could this not have happened without the use of his powers after all? Was he nothing without them?

Caught in his thoughts, Jimin doesn’t realize the stutter in his movements. He’s about to apologize when you interrupt him, as you assume that it’s your fault for not responding to his questions. “Sir, please! I swear I’m a good girl. Please don’t stop… I’m so close.”

His spirits lift at the sight of you mewling before him, your body jumping with every crook of his fingers inside. No, he thinks, it’s time for him to focus on you and nothing else, resonating with his earlier advice. He releases a little bit of his power, letting it mingle with the air to heighten your senses. “If you’re so good, cum for me then,” he breathes, drowning you in praise and kisses along your heated skin. “One more time. Let me hear you call my name one more time.”

“Jimin—” you obey, breathless and shaking. “Jimin.”

His name is a prayer etched upon your lips and with every inhale, Jimin’s unaware of the mark he’s left, not just riddled along your skin, but at the very core of your heart. This time, when you come undone, it’s with a blazing inferno, your body calling out to your release and a strong desire for him to be yours.

“That’s it. Let go.”

So, you do. With your heart trapped in your throat, pounding along to the tune of his fingers; with your nails scratching the back of his hand that you’ve held through the entire duration; and with all your adoration, pouring out from every crevice you didn’t know existed in your body.

This time, when you beg him to stop, Jimin listens. He stands to claim your lips sweetly, engulfing them with his, a slow kindling in comparison to before. Your eyes can barely open, but when you manage to peek, you see the knot of concentration resting on his brows. The smile finds its way into the kiss, one that Jimin reciprocates. It doesn’t matter that you can taste your saltiness on his tongue, because all that exists now is Jimin.

Jimin, your attentive boss, who’s always had his team’s best interest in mind.

Jimin, the harmless flirt, who reminds you every day that you’re beautiful when he catches you staring at your reflection in the mirror with a cocky grin.

Jimin, colleague, friend, and hopefully lover.

You intertwine your arms around his neck to pull him deeper, closer, until there’s not an inch of air between your bodies. What you’re doing hardly constitutes as kissing – lips gliding across each other. Exhaustion seeps into your bones, making them heavier than before. When you part, there’s beautiful silence, a serenity created from unspoken words, though there’s a quiet certainty that both parties feel the same way despite their unshared feelings.

“Jimin, I…” you begin to whisper, the confession sitting idly on your tongue. Your lids are heavy, refusing to open despite your desire to see his face. “That was incredible.”

Jimin nuzzles his face on the crook of your neck, breathing you in, sweat and all. “Satisfied?”

You chuckle breathlessly, a shaky hand absentmindedly playing with his hand. “I don’t know if I can stand, injury aside. I’m pretty sure my legs are wobbly.”

“I can always carry you to your car,” he hums. “Better yet, let me take you home.”

“I’d like that very much.”

Jimin helps you up with a firm hand on your back before handing you the clothes he threw earlier on the floor. When your hands are too shaky to loop the buttons of your blouse, he chuckles and takes over, so you take the time to admire his beauty – at the now-messy blonde hair that frames the sides of his face, a complete disarray compared to his normal slicked-back look; at his cheeks, dotted crimson from exertion; and all the way to the satisfied smirk resting on that perfect pout. Oh, you can kiss him all day.

Naturally, your gaze gravitates to his eyes, and you smile when you notice his expanded pupils, how they almost engulf the crimson of his irises that they’re almost black.

…Crimson?

Your hand wraps around his wrist to stop his current task while your eyes search his face for an explanation.

At the death grip circling around his wrists, he stares into your wide eyes with confusion. “Is there something on my face?”

“Red,” is all you say, a whisper of disbelief, but it’s enough for Jimin to connect the dots.

There’s a crack in his carefully constructed façade.

“Shit!” He rips his hands away to turn around and shield his eyes from yours. Jimin has used his power the entire day, and now he’s left spent, an empty battery, unable to erase your memory and change his appearance. He tries to think of an excuse – something to put you at ease for now, but nothing would make sense, and his panicking brain has left the building in lieu of aiding him.

Red. Just like your dreams. The feeling of déjà vu, the heavy fog that puts you to sleep… was it all his doing? Your face pales into horror as you look for an answer in his quaking shoulders. It couldn’t be… right?

“Are you the reason for my dreams?” You had to make sure. He can’t be the reason for it… right? When he doesn’t respond, you leave the desk and approach his figure. “Jimin?”

Just before your hand touches his back, Jimin moves away. “Stay back,” he murmurs in warning. “I… I didn’t want you to find out this way.”

You retract your hand away, but you’re firm in your stance, refusing to move until you have an explanation. “Tell me. Just who are you?”

Jimin struggles with his options. Erasing your memory is the safest bet, but it’s a power he has yet to master. The fickle nature of the magic would mean that he’d risk losing this entire night with you. Going back to your relationship before would be agony. There was no way he’d be able to be the same boss, you’d spy the longing on his face a mile away. No, erasing your memory was not an option… so, what does that leave him?

“The truth.” You voice his thoughts so easily. “I want to know the truth.”

This entire day was all wrong. You weren’t supposed to find out so soon. He figured he could hide his true nature a little longer, but now any hopes of a relationship with you have been thrown out the window… all because he couldn’t maintain his control over his powers. Stupid. So, stupid. He’d have to relocate, so he doesn’t have to see your face.

The soft call of his name breaks him from his thoughts, like a hand reaching out into the darkness. In his agony, he accepts your help, which means turning around to face you.

To face the truth.

A gasp leaves your lips. And then he begins.

“I’m not human, though I don’t doubt you’ve probably figured it out.” Jimin offers a rueful smile that you don’t reciprocate. You clamp your lips to avoid interrupting, letting him explain from the very beginning.

Your mind whirls with information about supposed mythical beings of old. When you ask how long he’s walked the earth, he winces. “Too long,” Jimin mumbles, but doesn’t delve further into the matter. You don’t broach the subject either. Jimin explains that he’s an incubus, who feasts on dreams to regain energy, but he swears he only takes a little at a time and that it hasn’t affected any of his previous targets.

You skirt over the fact that there’s been others before you. It makes sense, but the ugly green monster that rears its head is less rational than you are.

“So, your previous… targets,” your lips curl in disgust at the word, “don’t remember their dreams… Why do I remember mine?”

Jimin shrugs and stays silent, though you have a feeling it’s not from lack of knowledge.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” you whisper with regret.

Though he isn’t surprised by your decision, his heart breaks all the same. He hangs his head in shame, letting the curtain of his hair shield you from his tears. Of course, you’d feel cheated; manipulated. Any rational human would assume so – that their emotions are completely fabricated because of his powers, even he couldn’t be deluded enough to believe the possibility of your feelings to be genuine. Yet, your next words bring a flutter of hope in his heart.

“10… 15 years will go by like a blink of an eye and everyone will begin to wonder why you haven’t changed.” You shake your head, not in disbelief, but to rid the thoughts of a domestic life ahead with him as you begin to lay the foundation of a wall around your heart. “And if we have kids…” That’s a delusion too far in the future, but you’d be lying to say you hadn’t thought of it. You shake your head once. Firmly. Discarding all hopes of a future with Jimin.

When you lift your head to apologize for a final time, you’re surprised to find him amused instead of grief-stricken.

“What?”

Jimin can hardly contain his excitement. “So… your only problem is time-related? That I won’t grow old with you?”

Was he insinuating that your concerns are stupid? “Okay, Mr. Demon,” you scowl. “What other problems should I be worried about?”

He chuckles quietly before reaching out, the tips of his fingers brushing against your cheek. Your body turns rigid, and you’re hardly breathing. With a wicked grin, he whispers, “How about the fact that I have the ability to compel you to serve me? Haven’t you considered that I, a demon, may be dangerous?”

This time, it’s your turn to laugh. Through your heaving breaths, you manage to see the pout on his face, which only makes you laugh harder. “Jimin,” you chuckle, wiping your tears with the palm of your hand. “I have no doubt that you would have done it already if you wanted to. So, yes, I’m more worried about the time thing.”

“Does that mean…” he whispers, hopeful. “Does that mean you want to grow old with me?”

“Yes. I mean no! I mean—”

“Please,” he cuts you off. “The truth.”

It isn’t fair how he used your words against you, but you answer him anyway. “I don’t know if we should jump into talking about marriage so quickly,” you mumble, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “I mean! We’re not even dating yet.”

“Then be my girlfriend.”

You must be hearing things. “What?”

Jimin takes a step towards you, his palm now fully resting against your cheek. “I mean it. If your only issue is time, I already have a solution. I gave up my immortality a year ago now,” he confesses. His crimson eyes hold the same intense yearning you’re too familiar with: of sleepless nights alone, and of unsatisfactory touches from strangers. “I would’ve explained everything to you if you hadn’t found out today, but, I guess this is sort of fate?”

“I meant what I said,” he murmurs. “In all my time on this earth, I’ve never met someone like you, and I don’t think I’ll meet another after you either. That’s why it must be you. Even an immortal being dies eventually, and I’d rather choose my way of ‘going’, so to speak.”

Jimin lets the words sink in, waiting patiently for your response. “You meant it all?” you parrot, stunned at the confession. “How long have you been… interested in me?” Was it too early to say ‘love’? Depending on his answer, you assume so.

“When you introduced yourself five years ago in this office,” he sighs wistfully, stealing a glance at his door like he’s relieving the memory. “All I’ve wanted to do was to touch you;” he leans in, face inching closer.

“To kiss you;” he whispers as his lips mould against yours.

“To hold you.” Jimin wraps you up in an embrace, holding you tightly in his arms. In your ears, he whispers, a final confession that eases all your worries. “I want to grow old with you.”

The sincerity in his voice brings you to tears, and you let them fall, soaking the white of his shirt grey.

“Hey, hey, are you crying? Did I say something wrong? Please don’t cry…” Jimin frets, lowering himself to hook his chin on your shoulder, so he could squeeze you tighter.

You nuzzle further into his chest with a teary chuckle. “N-No. Nothing’s wrong. Just happy.”

“Good,” he mumbles before planting a soft kiss on your cheek. “Although now that I think about it, I haven’t heard your response.”

“What do you mean?”

“Have you forgotten already?” he chuckles. “I asked you to be my girlfriend.”

“More like demanded,” you snicker. “But yes, I’d love nothing more, but you’re going to have to prove yourself to me first.”

Jimin lights up at your response, the ruby in his eyes glowing bright despite the dim light. “Of course, anything you ask, I’ll do it. I’ll show you every day that my feelings are genuine.”

He then proceeds to hold up his pinkie towards you. “As long as you promise to stay with me?”

With a laugh, you join your pinkie with his, sealing the promise with a final kiss.

“I do.”

moon's notes: i didn't include sex in this because i'm kind of bored of writing it tbh? but i will have a drabble out sometime next week for this couple because i love them so so much! what do you think about the dulce somnii universe so far? do you like it? what theories do you have for the other members 👀

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