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I Don’t Love You Like I Did Yesterday

Jimin/Reader

Angst

Words- 1482

Warnings- breakups

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Seven months. Seven long, terrible, lonely months. That's how long you and your boyfriend -sorry, ex boyfriend- of three years have been separated. 

Honestly, you should have seen it coming. His hugs and kisses weren't filled with as much love and affection as they were when you two were new. He would get annoyed easily, and you would both argue over simple things. It only got worse when you moved in a year before. And a few months before the break up, he would be gone before you woke, and stopped coming home until late hours of the night, long after you were asleep.

            Flashback

One night you had had enough and stayed awake until he walked through the doors of your shared house. He shut the door quietly, trying not to make noise, and made his way to the living room. You were laying down on the couch watching a random show so you could stay awake. You had shut the lights off so he wouldn't try to avoid you. 

The lights were switched on, and you heard a few mumbled curses about the TV being left on. You sat up, startling him. 

"Hey, Jimin. Can we talk?" He looked annoyed and nervous, but nodded and took a seat on the smaller sofa.

"I just-" "Y/N we need to-" you both started at the same time.

"You first." You said with a small smile.

He took a deep breath and opened his mouth a few times before he could find the right words.

"I'm just going to get right to the point," he said "I think we should split." 

It felt like you had been punched in the chest. You didn't know what to say. You started to tear up a little, and was just barely able to ask him "Why?" 

"I just... I don't feel the same. I don't love you like I did before. I'm just not happy." He said, looking everywhere but you. "You're an awesome person, and you deserve someone who treats you right. You deserve someone that loves you and has time to show you."

You let out a breath you didn't know you had been holding, and noticed the tears had started to roll. You quickly wiped them away and straightened up.

"Okay." You said.

"'Okay?' That's all you have to say?" Jimin asked, now looking at you in surprise. There was no way you'd let him see you break down.

"Yeah. I guess it was pretty obvious we were ending, right? I'll just... I'm gonna go pack my things." You said, standing up and heading upstairs to pack your clothes and other items. Jimin didn't chase you, and he didn't help you pack. When you were done, he helped you out to your car. He didn't say anything as he helped you load your stuff in. After he shut your trunk, he looked at you for a moment like he wanted to say something, but decided against it. He put his hand on your shoulder and walked back inside. 

You stayed at a hotel that night, and called your friend the following morning. She was more than willing to let you move in with her, as her roommate had moved a few weeks prior and she was looking for a new one. She lived in a small town a few hours away, so it was perfect.

You were a mess for the first few days, and you'd be a liar if you said you didn't miss Jimin, because he ran (still does) through your mind every day. But you had eventually pulled yourself together and got a job at a little diner down the street from your friends apartment.

                       Present

And now here you were, sitting on the couch you and your friend shared, surfing through the channels on the TV. You stopped on the local news channel so you could hear the weather report.  

Maybe I'll go to the park if it's nice. You thought. 

While waiting on the weather, you were thinking about what you could do for the day when your phone rang. Not recognizing the number, you let it go to voicemail, but it rang a second time. You answered, preparing an apology for a wrong number. 

"Hello?"

"Y/N? Is that you?" You recognized that voice instantly.

"Jimin?"

"Yes. It's me. I, uh, how are you?"

"Fine. Why are you calling? I haven't heard anything from you in like, 7 months." You asked, slightly confused.

"I just, I uh, I don't know. I miss you. I didn't think I would, but I do."

"Jimin-" "Y/N I was wrong. I need you. I still love you, I never stopped. I was just so stressed with everything that was going on with the group that I took it out on you. Everything reminds me of you. Everything. I miss you, Y/N." As he finished you heard his voice break. You took a deep breath. 

"Jimin, I miss you too. But-"

"Take me back, Y/N."

"It's not that easy Jimin. I made a place for myself here."

"But you made a place here first. You said you missed me too. Please just- just take me back." He was sobbing now. Hearing him break down broke your heart.

You closed your eyes and took a few breaths. You thought for a moment. You had a job, and made a few friends. You even tried to go on a few dates, but you kept comparing them to Jimin. Everything led back to him. You missed him terribly. He was on your mind every day. You took another breath, coming to a decision. 

“No.”

“Wha-? No?” He said, shocked. 

“Yeah, no.” You said. As much as you had loved him, the last few months of your relationship had shown that neither of you could handle being together. 

“Why? I thought...” he trailed off, breath hitching from another sob.

You closed your eyes at hearing him break down. Closure. That’s what you needed- what you both needed. The broken hearted part of you shouted at you to take it back, tell him you changed your mind. But you followed the stronger part- the one who had been picking up the broken pieces, that was telling you to close this chapter. You knew from experience that any pain would eventually heal.

Taking another deep breath, you slowly let it out before gently explaining to him. 

“Jimin, I loved you so much. Like, so much. I don’t even think I could explain it with words.” you said with a humorless laugh, “But once we moved in together, things changed. Maybe our habits were too different, hell, maybe the universe was just trying to prevent us from making a mistake. I don’t know. But what I do know is this: Park Jimin, you were my best friend for so long, and I don’t think I would be nearly the person I am today if I hadn’t met you. You taught me to have more patience, be a little kinder. You taught me to love myself. I’ll forever be thankful for you, and I’ll always have love for you. But I don’t love you like I did yesterday.” 

You had finished, hearing Jimin sniffling throughout your little speech, and felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of your chest. You needed this. 

“I’m... I’m so sorry. This is what happens when you take things for granted, huh?” Jimin responded with a sad tone. You hummed, slightly agreeing, waiting for him to continue when you heard him inhale. “I’ll always have love for you too, Y/N. I... I don’t agree with what you said about us just not working, because I think it was mostly me not wanting to communicate and fully commit. I just... Y/N, is this goodbye?” 

“Jimin... as much as it hurts to say it, I think it is.” You said, noticing tears fall down your cheeks. 

“Okay. That’s- okay. I guess we both needed this, huh?” 

“I truly think we did.” You said with a smile. “I’m sorry this didn’t turn out the way you expected, but it’s what we needed.” 

“Y/N, before I go I have to ask; do you think sometime in the future, if we were to meet again, you would give me another chance?” He asked, sounding hopeful.

“I can’t say no, but I can’t say yes.” Not wanting to get his hopes up, you continued. “But I hope we can meet again and be friends. I’m... I’m gonna go ahead and get off here okay? I truly wish nothing but good things for you Jimin.”

You hang up, pressing your hand to your head and squeezing your eyes shut. Taking a few deep breaths, noticing instead of feeling sad or upset, you felt calm and peaceful.

Yeah, closure is exactly what you needed. 

when the camellia blooms | pjm

park jimin x kim! reader | 1 | 2

sypnosis: diagnosed with the hanahaki disease, you had only two options - accept a deathly fate, or never love again. 

genre: au, angst, fluff, humor, friends to lovers? maybe.

warnings: many talks of death and dying, minor character death, pain, unrequited love, swearing, talks of past sexual experience while intoxicated, pining, longing, really sad reader, and lots of angst.

word count: 7.2 k

"you would die for her, for him."

"You're dying."

The two words escape past his lips steadily and breathily as your widening eyes linger on the way his hands fiddle with one another out of habit. He sighs deeply and resists the urge to avoid screaming at you and maintain eye contact out of professionalism, pushing back his slipping glasses.

"At this rate, you won't have any more than a month. Had you told me this sooner, y/n, the results wouldn't have been as scarce. But because you waited after almost a year of this, I'm afraid there's not much to do." He pushes his desk lightly to pull away from it, creating a mere distance between himself and the papers which finalized your future's passing. Reaching his collar, he tugs on his tie to loosen it before unbuttoning the first stitch as he looks at you with seemingly stray and angered eyes mixed with sympathy.

Suddenly, his sight wanders the room as he shakes his head repeatedly, scoffing in disbelief. He then smiles, dimples prominent, lip tightened, eyebrows furrowed, and eyes broken, piercing straight at its target - that being you.

Standing up, he takes off his glasses and slams his fist onto the chair's arm rest before running a hand across his hair, softly hissing.

The professionalism is now out of the drain, "You're an idiot, y/n."

"Fucking stupid. How could you not- I mean- how could you not tell me? I'm your brother! We're family. Blood. We're supposed to- we're supposed to tell each other these things and you just fucking- you kept it to yourself all these months! Ten months! And now I'm sitting here being the one to tell you that you're dying? That you're leaving me? I would've done something. I would've helped you, I- I would've killed whoever this person you're in love with is. y/n, please- I just-"

You don't know why, but you felt exhausted.

The ringing in your ears is deafening. Truthfully, you hadn't heard a single thing the minute you received news that you'll be, well, passing away. Not to mention, within 30 days time.

It's not as if you didn't already know about your condition, of course you did. Coughing soft pink camellia flowers every time you see the man that's brought you here is not exactly something that just simply passes a blind eye. You sense it, you feel it, and it hurts.

It really, really hurts.

You also felt awful for your brother. You hadn't meant for it to go this far. You didn't mean to not tell him. You didn't want your assigned doctor to suddenly call in sick and have your brother temporarily take his place. You didn't mean for him to find out this way - such a twisted, horrible fucking way, but here you are.

"I'm sorry, Joon. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to go this far. I just-"

"Were you ever even going to tell me?" He cuts you off, voice low and steady, almost afraid of your coming response.

Your eyes locate his across the cramped room, and one could clearly tell that it's striving its hardest to fight against desperate tears.

"I- yes, Joon. I was. Of course I was. I was gonna do it after this check in actually, but I guess God wanted you to find out sooner than I intended, though He could've just waited a little while longer and it would've been fine." You joke whisperingly, the heavy weight of your heart lightening just a small bit when you notice the corners of his lips twitch and his eyes faintly soften.

Regrettably, that was a lie. You didn’t plan on telling him, not today at least. Maybe not even ever.

The softening air lasts for only a second as his following question makes you hold back the urge to cough up another camellia flower slowly blooming its way to your throat.

"Who is it?"

Genuine, concerned, curious. These were all that he was.

But noticing the way your body went entirely rigid at his words and the way your hand clutched your clothed chest in attempt to shut down what you know will happen next, Namjoon's brotherly instincts causes him to naturally make his way towards you softly, taking small and careful strides towards your fragile state.

And once he's finally reached you, he gets on his knees gently in order for him to be of nearing same height level as you're sitting down, his hands rubbing the back of your hand in a comforting manner.

He does this all before pulling the trigger.

"Who are you in love with, y/n?"

two years back

"Jimin!"

You call out your brother's best friend loudly, who is currently in the midst of doing a one-man stage play in front of the mirror, "Joon's saying you guys need to get going now. Says he has a patient in two hours and wants to go over all sorts of documents before treating her."

Turning around, you scan the living room and dining room for the keys of your friend's car as your brother also asked you to hand them to him since the two always end up on forgetting it until they've already reached the car parked across your apartment's block.

You hear Jimin shuffle behind you, "Really? He wants to go over documents at- 9 AM in the morning?"

Smiling at his attempts of complaint, you nod your head softly in order to play along and answer his rhetorical question, "He really needs to learn how to drive doesn't he? Since he's dragging you along everywhere he goes."

Jimin laughs at your statement, which being an opinion, your brother would argue, 'driving isn't a necessary aspect of life.' But who really thinks like that? Oh right, non-drivers.

“I guess he’s getting too caught up in learning medicine that he forgot to learn how to officially become an adult.” Reaching above the kitchen top, you finally found sight of Jimin's car keys.

How did it even get up there? You think to yourself. It's really high up, so Namjoon must've been the one to leave it as to where it is.

You groan slightly, "Joon, can you get over here! I found Chim's keys but it's too far up high so I can't reach it. Hell I don't even think he can reach this-"

You are cut off when you feel a hand sneak around your waist, making you flinch and suddenly spin cautiously.

Eyes widened. Lips parted. Breath hitched. You let out an inaudible gasp as you come to the realization that Jimin is now in front of you, head tilted with an amused smile on his face, "Excuse you? I can very much reach this." He says, all the while reaching up behind you, inchly leaning forward. At this point, your body is being pressed up against the kitchen counter and his oh-so-very toned front.

This small action is enough to instigate a flaming abyss inside of you as you very much attempt to calm your alarmed heart.

You can feel the cuts and lines of his abs against your chest as he is now standing on his tippy toes, desperately trying to reach the keys on the kitchen top. Anyone that could see his posture would call him adorable, but your body is currently being sandwiched and by all that is high and mighty your mind can't even really process a single thing. Wait, what were you thinking just now?

"See? Got it." Jimin falls back in place as he jiggles his car keys in front of your stone-cold face, smile wide as he giggles softly, "Piece of cake, y/n."

He then proceeds to move on with his life like he didn't just do what the fuck he just did.

Clearing your throat, you blink about a million times in order to gather your thoughts. Your heartbeat is racing faster than the speed of light and your lips have become as dry as a desert. If you had gone standing on your tippy toes just as he did, you would've been a baby hair away from lips touching. The thought is enough to make you grow weak.

Yet as if something inside of you is suddenly turned on, no pun intended, you remind yourself that these thoughts are wrong. You can't be having these apprehensions, they aren't right. Because not only is he your brother's best friend, he also has a-

"y/n?" Jimin's soft voice calls out your name.

Breaking out of your trance, you turn to see him sitting down on the dining table, head tilted downwards with a small smile on his face. The sun escapes your pastel curtains as it slips past the window sill, reasoning with the current ray of golden yellow that has found its home on Jimin’s plump cheek, shining on the left side of his luminous face.

It's absolutely senseless how he can look as beautiful as he does simply by existing, and it makes perfect sense that your finding yourself to liking him more and more.

Just look at him.

You are broken out of your enchanted daze once more as dreaded words leave his smiling lips, "I'm gonna ask her to marry me."

Only then were you brought back to your inadequate reality.

“W- what?” You attempt to speak, but you notice the way your voice has suddenly become noticeably hoarse.

Jimin looks up at you with a smile, the kind that has his eyes almost disappearing.

“Sung. I’m gonna ask her to marry me tonight.”

silence.

silence.

and more silence.

Like a coward, that was all what you could muster to respond with.

And only then did you notice the velvet box on his hands, upon which he is tenderly caressing. Only then did you recognize the questionable romantic script of his one-man stage just moments earlier. Only then did you realize that the reason behind his growing smile are because of her, not you. Not because of what had just taken place.

Only then did you remember that no, you can't be having these apprehensions - they aren't right.

Because not only is he your brother's best friend,

he also has a, now upcoming, fiancé.

present time

"I already loved him then, Joon."

By this time, your brother has stood up and begun pacing back and forth the modest office, murmurs of curses towards his friend escaping past his lips, "-that small son of a bitch."

Smiling softly, you look down in reminiscence of the moments you have spent falling for Jimin. "I guess I've always been infatuated with him ever since our first meeting, but my God Joonie," you pause, inhaling a short breath in attempt to stop tears threatening to spill. "-ever since that day, when he told me that he was going to propose to her, I finally realized that like was the wrong term to use. I realized that I loved him and I just- I lost sight of everything." You cry, small sobs coming from you as you blinkingly look up to try to contain the waters forming in your eyes.

It was true. That day, when he told you about his plans to ask her to marry him, you've never felt more indignant.

Of course you faked it at first, congratulated him and consoled him into truthfully believing that she will undoubtedly say yes. But the minute he and Namjoon left your apartment, you collapsed on your carpeted floors, sobbing loudly and hitting your chest repetitively all the while cursing yourself in your head for ever even considering the tiniest of possibilities that you and Jimin could ever happen.

You also went out that night, got drunk, found a guy, slept with him, and never looked back.

Sure, this may seem like a regular night out for many, but not being the type to kiss and sleep, sex meant a lot to you.

Nothing wrong with one night stands, that just wasn't your particular chosen lifestyle. But you were wasted. You were intoxicated. You didn't know what you were doing. Had you been sober, you wouldn't have done what you did, especially with the person you did it with. So when you woke up in the middle of the night naked in bed next to a familiar face and realized what you've done, you rushingly stood up, got dressed, and left, ignoring the calls of the man you had just been with.

You went straight home and washed yourself for hours, feeling dirty and sloppy and disgusting. You can easily recollect sitting down in the showers, head tucked underneath and in between your legs, sobbing and crying loudly as the steam surrounding you from the warm water kept on worsening.

You hated what you did, and you most definitely despised the reason for what you did, - to simply get over someone else. You felt guilty. You felt ashamed. What would Jimin think? You thought to yourself. And though that truly didn't really matter, the ache in your heart kept on making you believe otherwise.

You didn't notice how your tears have fallen and stained your newly-bought jeans until Namjoon's hands holding a napkin comes within your perception.

Mumbling a small 'sorry Joonie,' you accept his offer and wipe the tears still continuously streaming down your now reddened, warm, and puffy face. As you do this, you furthermore catch sight of your brother's shadow rubbing his face in frustration, matching the groans that you also hear release from him in the background. And without meaning so, you deflate in insecurity.

Hearing the sound of air being released from a pulling force, you look up to see that Namjoon has sat back down, his elbows resting on the desk while his chin rest on his hands. "Does he know about this, y/n?"

You sigh, "No."

"Are you going to tell him?" You hear him ask once more.

Closing your eyes and sniffing lightly, you inhale a steady breath as you answer him for the second time, "I don't know, Joon."

Namjoon looks at you, eyes full of worry and concern. You don't know?

You're his sister, and he loves you. He would do anything for you. If he could shower you with all the love that you lack from Jimin, he would. And he would do it in a heartbeat. But you're dying. You're leaving him. And he doesn't know what to think. He doesn't know what to do. So how could you not know? How could you sit here, in front of him, after keeping this shit for ten months to yourself, tell him that you just don't know?

He feels frustrated. Frustrated over the clearing fact that if you don't know the answer to that simple yes or no question, then how more could you know the answer to when he asks you to make the choice?

The choice - to love or to die.

A very careful, unprecedented surgery that has been performed by professionals only a few times, yet each one has been successful. This seems easy, yeah. A surgery to save your life? Of course you'll do it! But there's a reason as to why this has been done only by a certain small count.

To perform the surgery and live, the price is not the expense, but rather the loneliness that shall come as you spend the rest of your life void of emotions. The surgery doesn't get rid of love on its own, it gets rid of everything that comes with it - happiness, sadness, trust, pain, pretty much everything that one can possibly feel. The only emotion left is indifference, yet even indifference lacks its self-sustainability.

Who would want to live like that?

Who would want to live a life where you just simply exist and nothing more?

He knows that the day will come eventually - when he offers you the choice, the chance to save your life, and he knows it will come soon. But right now, he has chosen to prioritize being a brother over a doctor. Right now, the only thing in his mind is comforting you.

"Okay." Your brother nods, making your eyes widen slightly in shock.

Okay? No scolding? No 'how could you not know?!' older brother reprimands? But then you remember, oh yeah. You're dying. And who could possibly scold their dying little sister?

"I'm sorry Joonie-" You try to apologize once more before he cuts you off again.

"No, don't apologize, y/n. It's not like you could've possibly wanted for any of this to happen, yeah?" He offers you a smile, but you could easily see past its fabricated purpose, "But instead let me ask you this. And I need you, in our deceased parent's name, to be completely honest with me."

You only nod, completely submissive and understanding of his seriousness the moment that he mentioned your passed parents.

"What you just told me, when you first fell in love with him, that was two years ago." He starts, making you nod again in agreement.

"But you were diagnosed only ten months ago."

Your heart drops, and you don't nod again.

"The Hanahaki Disease is not something that gradually begins and comes to existence over the course of time. It is an illness that is triggered. It could be by a sudden forthcoming realization or proclamation of love, or by an event that triggers the heart to completely shut down in overwhelmth. Either way, basing on the timing of what you've said, you should've been diagnosed with the Hanahaki two years ago. But you weren't."

Namjoon eyes you questioningly, but not too much to the extent that you feel uncomfortable, only just enough to remind you of the importance of this conversation, "You were only diagnosed ten months ago, y/n. Why?"

You sit still, not wanting to move, as if your stone figure would somehow make him think that you're not real or that you're a simple figment of his messed up imagination.

"y/n, what happened ten months ago?"

He finishes his question and you swallow harshly only to realize that you're parched, your throat completely dry. You then tilt your head to steal a gaze at your brother, making you catch the way his eyes suddenly widened as if he just realized something of high importance. As if he had just realized the answer to his own question. And that didn't work with you.

Clearing your throat, you are about to answer him in order to cut off his thoughts until the door swings open and you feel your throat compact, - the coughs of a camellia flower slipping its way to visibility -because there he is,

the man of the hour.

"y/n." He noticeably breathes a sigh of relief before making his way to you, engulfing you in a giant embrace. "I was so worried about you. Why didn't you tell me you had the Hanahaki? How could you not let me know? How long have you had it? Who is it? I swear I'm going to murder whoever this piece of shit is that he dared ever making yo-"

"Jimin this is a professional space between a doctor and his patient." The two of you pull away almost exactly the same time as soon as Namjoon speaks up, Jimin's eyebrows furrowing, "Get out."

"What?" Jimin barely gather the voice to ask him as he is completely caught off guard of his friend's erupting vulgar attitude.

"I said-" Namjoon speaks before getting caught off again.

"No trust me, I heard what you said. But what?" Jimin repeats himself, "So you're telling me you're not prioritizing being y/n's brother right now? You're still caught up in this Doctor Kim bullshit? Like you're a real one?"

"Jimin-" You attempt to budge in, sensing that a certain trouble may suddenly come knocking.

"No, y/n. Listen hyung-"

"No, YOU listen. You small piece of shit." Your brother raises his voice, "-don't come barging in here like you own the place or like you have any authority over her. She is MY sister and this is a family matter. So it's best you stay out of it and keep in your lane."

At this point, Namjoon is in front of Jimin, a short distance separating the two of them, "And don't you ever dare speak to me in that tone again. I know you're my friend, but remember to treat me with respect. Not only am I your superior, but I'm also your hyung." He finishes with a serious voice, tone low, and message deep. His earnest eyes piercing through his friend's pained ones.

Jimin, mouth slightly agape being at loss for words and clearly confused at his close friend's unreasonable anger, storms out of the room.

But not before he drags you along with him.

Namjoon is quick to act as he tries to reach for you, but you turn back and look at him pleadingly, signaling him that it's okay and to not worry. And him being the understanding brother that he is, pulls back and holds himself steady.

You can handle him. You’re a Kim. You’re strong.

Strong enough to survive through this.

You’ll be okay.

And as he watches the two of you leave, the door closing shut right in front of him, only then does reality hit Namjoon as his legs tremble abruptly, feeling lightheaded all of a sudden.

Falling down the floor, he reaches onto the desk for assistance as he slides his back down the wooden wall, hands painfully fisted and finding its way to cover his mouth in order to muffle the choked-in sobs perilously escaping him. He proceeds to blink away the tears and bite harshly on his lips, trying to diminish the flourishing grievance in his heart.

His sister is dying, and he doesn't know what to do.

“Doctor Kim? The next patient is ready to see you.” A knocking nurse distracts him and calls out from behind the door, “-shall I send them in?”

Namjoon sniffs heavily and sighs deeply, rushingly grabbing his glasses and adjusting his emotionally wrecked state, “One moment!”

He lets out a soft, shaky breath and reminds himself once more that you’re a Kim.

You’re strong.

You can beat this.

It'll be alright.

You'll be okay.

"IM NOT OKAY JIMIN-SHI!" You voicely whine out to your friend who is currently dragging you along the halls of the hospital and out the technologically advanced glass doors, "What is wrong with you?!" You pull your arm aggressively from his grasp as you bend down, hands resting on your knees while you hastily try to catch your breath. The camellia flower stuck just along the chords of your throat making it very difficult.

Jimin stares at you worryingly, having forgotten of your illness, "O- oh no. y/n, I'm sorry I forgot I- are you okay? Should we go back?" He stutters in concern before you hold up one finger, signaling him to shut the hell up. "-sorry."

Looking at you like this, tired and exhausted from having to put up with all his bullshit, Jimin feels a sudden urge to reach out and embrace you tightly, almost forgetting of his previous encounter with your brother.

And so that's exactly what he does.

You are caught off guard the moment you feel a hand grab your shoulder by means of pulling you closer all the while another rests just at your crook of spine, and although this first makes you stumble in a not-so-very prettily way, your destination is found to be in your friend's embrace, his fragile yet protective arms wrapped around you securely.

Not letting this moment simply pass by, you let yourself melt in his arms as you find the comfort meant to be found in his comforting hug, wrapping your arms around his neck as you slightly stand on your tippy toes. Somehow, your simple action makes him pull you even closer, one hand creeping behind your neck all the while his other is completely wrapped around your waist although this time is tighter than before.

As the two of you stay like this in the middle of the sliding glass doors of the hospital, crowds of unfamiliar voices passing by you and ambulances ringing endlessly against your ear, you let yourself submerge within the passion of your heart.

Amidst the chaos and cries of your nearingly counted days, you find consolation in the arms of the same man that has put you in front of death's door, and quite frankly, you wouldn't really want it any other way. You'll take what is given by the heavens above when it comes to Jimin, because well- you love him.

Unfortunately, that quick and simple thought is enough to make you lose control of your reminded disease.

"y-y/n what's- are you okay?" Jimin pulls away from you abruptly as you break into coughing fits, pastel pink camellia blossoms escaping your trembling lips.

The sight has caught the attention of many civilians, but both you and Jimin remain to be indifferent about them as you or more or less are occupied with your illness all the while Jimin specifically aims his attention on you alone.

"Alright that's it, screw your brother alright?" Jimin exclaims a bit louder than what you're comfortable with as this obviously did not benefit with the proceedingly growing public focus on the two of you, "-we're going back, y/n, it's my fault for bringing you outside so suddenly-"

"No chim, please-" You roughly attempt to speak out, your throat painfully extracting the feeling of abrasiveness, "Please just- let's just go."

"y/n.."

“Please chim,” you cut him off for what seemed to be the fiftieth time, coughing, “-please. I don’t want to be here any longer.”

Hesistant yet concerned, Jimin nods slowly as he assists your side, his hands finding its home around your waist and lower back while you both take short and careful strides. You destination is still unknown, but you didn’t mind. A journey a day with someone you love has never turned out for the worse.

At least that's what you think.

"Really?" You roll your eyes as you notice the familiar lane that Jimin's car just entered, "I asked you to get me out of the hospital area, I didn't ask for a sleepover, Jimin." You jokingly accuse him, but you can't help the smile that makes its way on your puffed-up face as you notice him smoothly take a side-glance at you with a knowing smirk.

"Well I thought that with all that bad hospital air, you might've wanted to breathe in a familiar scent," Jimin responds as the car comes to a stop.

You turn slightly to open the door and step out before you here a meek, "Jankkanman!" and perceive a 5'9 in height blondie come running around the bonnet in order to open the car door for you as a gentleman would. It is such a sweet and casual pantomime, yet an ill-patient diagnosed with an illness of the heart can never bring you any wins. Consequently, his actions only causes your throat to feel strained and compacted for the endless time.

God, how much did you love this man that such a simple gesture makes you want to cough out countless of fully bloomed flowers?

You thank the heavens above for your past endless experiences that allowed you to now be better in terms of hiding your pain as you attempt to smile genuinely, mumbling a small "thank you" in the process before making your way inside his home.

"So," Jimin starts as the two of you plop down his couch, his eyes seeking for yours as he tilts his head ever so lightly, "what should we do today... now that you're out of that hell hole?"

"Chim!" You scold him lightly, "my brother and your best friend just happens to be working in that hell hole, just in case you forgot, and- hey! You work there too, you ass." You accusingly point at him all the while hitting his arm playfully.

Jimin is was a nurse in that hospital. Your brother is a doctor.

He laughs and smiles widely, "Nope. I don't work there anymore, remember? But I did for a while, which is why I can most definitely testify that that place is indeed, a hell hole. And by the way, I'm kind of offended that you pretty much forgot my lost profession just then, y/n, like what the fuck?" He jokes endingly.

Your eyes soften slightly as he mentions his lack of job, yet you still stubbornly choose to ignore his last remark. "Well I sure hope that's not the case since I'll be most likely spending my last days there."

Oops.

The silence that ensues goes inevitably noticed by the two of you the moment those words escaped past your lips, but you paid no mind. That was the reason that you asked him to take you away anyways. You weren't hoping for some cliche romantic bullshit where the two of you simply elope and forget your real worries in your life, no. Instead you were here with the main purpose of facing it.

Besides, even if you did want to leave with him, you couldn't. Remember?

Jimin is the first to break the excessive blockade, "Don't say that y/n."

You sigh, "But it's true, chim."

"I don't give a shit if it's true or not."

"Chim.." You are slightly startled with his sudden outburst, caught off guard in the way his voice slightly raised as his attention and body language are now completely directed at you, "Wha- why are you getting mad?"

Jimin scoffs, almost irritated at your oblivious question, "Why? Because you're talking of dying like it's not a big deal, y/n!" His voice getting louder and louder by every word he spits out, "God, you know you can be so fucking insensitive sometimes. What, did you already forget the shit I suffered when I lost someone? Did you already forget all the fucking shit I suffered when death took her from me?"

At the mention of her, you pause. Speechless. Guilty. Hurt.

Of course you remember. How could you not? You remember the darkest of days as like it was just yesterday.

You remember getting that call in the middle of the night from the contact name of your brother as you slightly answered it in an irritated voice, "Joon I swear to God if you're asking me to drive you to work in the middle of the fucking night I will personally drag your ass right now to get a driver's liscenc-"

"y/n?"

You remember immediately stopping as you recognize the voice that most certainly did not belong to your brother, "Chim?"

"y- y/n."

You remember the outbreak of his sobs as you call out to him, his sniffles and cries becoming more and more prominent as you stumble on your feet, struggling with keeping your phone against and in between your ear and your shoulder as you hurryingly take off to grab a jacket and your keys, "Chim what's wrong, where the hell are you? W- where's Joon?"

You remember the way your heart dropped as your worst fear came to mind, the thought of losing your brother itself being enough to make you wobble in your feet, your heart clenching. He had your brother's phone, and he was crying.

"N-no, he- he's fine, y/n. It's not him, hyung's... hyung's fine."

You remember the way he struggled to find the right words; the way he sniffled and stuttered through forming such a simple sentence all the while you on the other side of the line breathe out a sigh of relief at the information of your brother's wellness, yet feeling slightly guilty that your emotions are in contrast with your friend's.

"It's Sung."

You remember Jimin's worst.

"It's Sung, y/n. Sh- she got in an accident on the way here to visit me during my off hours and- fuck! Some fucking demon pulled a hit and run on her. She was walking, y/n. She walked an hour here and got ran over by someone and.. they're doing an operation on her- hyung's assisting and he just- it's bad. It was really bad and she was bleeding all fucking over and- hyung, he- he left his phone and I didn't know what to do so I just called you- I didn't, they pushed me out of the room, y/n. I need you here. Please, please. Please come here because I'm losing my fucking mind and I need you here."

You remember driving to the hospital as careful as you can with the fear of the possibility of an accident occurring still in the midst of the back of your mind.

You remember reaching the doors of the emergency room and being greeted with a pair of reddened and exhausted eyes that looked up the moment you walked in, "Jin."

He stands up to greet you politely but you stop him, obviously seeing that his reaction upon seeing you is no more than a forced delight, "Let's not do this under these circumstances, okay? You're allowed to feel unwelcoming. It's okay, Jin."

He does no more than mumble a small 'thank you' before going back to his previous spot with you trudging along beside him.

You remember feeling the sorrow of the man beside you as you watch him lean his head back against the wall, fragile streaks of tears rolling down his flushed cheeks. You couldn't imagine his pain, the pain of such a situation where your sister's life is at stake. You wanted to comfort him, to softly rub his back and whisper sweet encouragements against his ear, little white lies that his sister is guaranteed to make it without a doubt. But you couldn't. You weren't here for him, regardless of your history. Regardless of the way you left him the morning after your supposed mistake.

"Uhm, have you seen Jimin?"

You remember the way his void eyes find yours and the way his lips lightly upturn as he gives you a forced smirk, trying to keep up with his image of being Kim Seokjin, Kim Sungkyung's handsome and cocky older brother, "And here I was thinking fate brought you here to me, y/n." He trails off, "-considering how you fucked me then dipped."

You gasp slightly and playfully hit his arm at the blunt mention of your regretted one night stand as you give him a small yet genuine smile, partly glad yet at the same time worried that he can make such remarks during a situation like this.

It was strange really, how everything in your life seemed to be connected. How on the day you felt your heart tore apart the time Jimin first mentioned his planned proposal, you went out and accidentally slept with the soon-to-be-bride's older brother.

Letting out a small sigh, Jin nods his head in the direction of a different waiting room, "He left when I came. Guess he was embarrassed of how fucked up he was but hey- I'm not doing any fucking better am I?" He tells you, subtly pointing at the very visible streaks of tears still falling down his now puffy face.

You get on your feet and turn to leave but not before giving one last glance at the man next to you, a hand softly reaching to rub his shoulder, "I'm so sorry, Jin. I wish I could stay, but-"

"It's okay, y/n. Go." Jin encourages you with a small yet noticeably forced smile, "He needs you."

And so you do, bidding him a soft goodbye before taking off, your eyes beginning to water out of the guilt of leaving a friend in that state.

You then remember being suffocated. Suffocated from the embrace that greeted you the moment Jimin entered your peripheral vision. You remember landing on your behind with a harsh thud from the struggle of Jimin's weight as he continues to seek your embrace for means of comfort, the two of you falling down the floor. You remember getting drenched from Jimin's tears as you cradle him as would a wailing child, rocking him back and forth all the while softly rubbing his back, whispering every bit of amenity that could make him feel better.

You remember feeling your heart physically ache as you fail to notice the tears that have fallen down your own eyes, blurring your sight.

To see Jimin in this state, so broken and hurt and scared, it tore you apart. You wanted him happy. You wanted him smiling. You wanted him. You loved him. And God forbid that you're admitting this in your own mind while his fiance is battling for her own life, but fuck.

You wanted nothing more than to lay down your own life for Sung so that she could continue in existence for him.

If you could, you would take here place.

You would die for her, for him.

You remember pushing back your thoughts as you put focusing on Jimin your first priority. You remember keeping him in a neverending tight embrace as he neverendingly sobs against your chest, his lips leaving prayers you could barely yet still tried to understand;

please don't let her die

don't take her away from me

i love her too much

i still have to marry her.

You then remember hearing a wail of anguish, putting a pause to both Jimin's silent pleas and your eavesdropping as the both of your heads turn to pinpoint from whom the noise came from.

You remember the way Jimin stilled.

"No."

You remember his whisper of such a small, two-lettered word, yet somehow it caused your heart to crumble.

"No no no no-"

You remember having to tackle Jimin slightly as he causes a mess of himself, punching the seats and harshly tugging on his hair all the while screaming wails of pain and suffering, "Jimin please-"

"No- get the fuck off of me! Sung?!"

You remember how Jimin lost sight of reality as he pushes you off of him, your body making in contact with the cold tiled ground.

"SUNG? SUNG! LET ME INSIDE-"

You remember seeing nurses and other staff pull the man you love back as he causes a scene, starting to become physical and violent with the people surrounding him, "PLEASE! Please- I just- I NEED TO SEE HER! SHES MY FIANCE-"

You remember seeing a man dressed in blue make his way near Jimin, a needle in his hand.

"H-hey, no!" You remember trying to catch up to the nurse, attempting to prevent them from giving whatever the shot was to Jimin, "Stop! Please-"

"y/n. D-don't."

You remember feeling a hand on your shoulder which makes you turn around instantly, only to find the culprit behind the anguished scream just moments prior Jimin's outburst.

"Jin." You start, "-they're going to sedate him. That- that's not okay."

"They have to, y/n." Another voice calls out from behind Jin, "I know how it seems and I don't like it either, b-but he's becoming violent. They have to sedate him."

"Joon." You whisper softly.

What a sick and twisted game that life is playing on you, that your brother, Jimin's best friend, Jimin's best man at the wedding being planned, is the one to give news of the bride's passing.

"Sung, is she really.." You trail off, not having the heart to finish your sentence.

It seems neither does he, as he responds with nothing but a simple avoidance of eye contact.

"HYUNG!"

You remember Jimin's faint and tired yet still firm voice as he calls out your brother, "Hyung, you saved her didn't you? You- you were part of the surgery. You saved her didn't you? Didn't you!?" Jimin is weak as he trails off his words as the effect of the syringe takes its course, but that doesn't stop him from reaching out to the three of you, "H-hyung. Tell me you saved her. P-please tell me you saved h-her."

Namjoon doesn't stop the tear that rolls down his hardened face as he only shakes his head, "I'm sorry, Jimin. We did our best. We really, really did. I'm so sorry-"

You remember the way Namjoon's voice trails off your hearing as your throat suddenly feels contracted. You remember the itching pain just within your chest as you find the struggle to breath, your hand clutching it harshly. You remember stumbling back just a little bit as you feel lightheaded, thinking that these were only from the overwhelming happenings in that moment.

But then you cough.

And you cough

and you cough

and you cough.

But no one notices you.

Not even yourself.

Your attention remains still at Jimin, who has now dropped completely to the floor, tears still continuously spilling out of his drowsy eyes. Short breaths are released from his trembling lips as he mumbles words that none of you can understand. He then begins to seemingly reach out for something, someone.

"P-please," He whispers.

And as you bend down almost immediately to attend to his calls, you cough.

And you cough

and you cough.

And still no one notices.

No one except him.

You cough as your eyes find his, barely open yet staring right at you from the lows of the floor.

You remember having to excuse yourself and run to the nearest restroom you can find, legs trembling and stumbling on your way there as you push against the winds of the almost empty halls, still coughing with every step you take. And just as you reach the doors of the restroom, you turn back slightly, just enough to catch Jimin's last sight while his body is being carried away to where you guess is a vacant patient's room, all this before his eyes ultimately close.

Eyes you found lastly staring at you.

You remember finally shutting the door and locking it, thanking God silently that you're in a family restroom hence there is no one else inside. You cough desperately, your throat beginning to feel exclusively sore and your lungs beginning to tighten from all the air being released as you cough and cough and cough again.

You reach out to the sink, gripping tightly onto the white metals as you cough and cough and cough again.

You then brushingly turn to the toilet, your eyes watering and lips numbing as you cough and you cough and you cough once more.

You practically clean the whole restroom, as disgusting as that sounds, from all the moving you made as you coughed anywhere and everywhere. You felt awful for the next person to come inside, now that your bacterium were practically in its every corner, side, and space. You cough again, this time harder, the worst one out of the previous.

You remember sensing a certain feeling rise up, something soft yet itchy, something light yet heavy.

And so you cough, and you cough, and you cough, and you cough,

and you bleed.

And amongst the red is a pink.

A single, individual pink petal from what you would soon find out is a camellia flower - the flower that is soon to be the latter symbolization of death chasing you, growing closer, inching nearer, just about to knock on your door.

So of course you remember Jimin's distraught. Of course you remember Sung's - his fiance's death.

Because her death was too, the ultimate beginning of yours.

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Did I just finish reading this at 2 in the morning yes but was it worth it absolutely 😭

Halik

Word Count: 6.6k

summary: he never thought the day would come—when you finally gave up. he thought he’d be happy but it was the complete opposite. he wouldn’t admit because if there was one thing park jimin didn’t do—it was owning up to his mistakes.

pairing: bad boy!jimin x ex-girlfriend!fem reader

disclaimer: this story is fiction. it is based on the song “halik” by kamikazee. jimin being a dipshit, cheating and angst. proceed with caution.

Ika'y biglang natauhan (Suddenly, you realized)

Umalis kaagad ng hindi nagpapaalam (Left without saying goodbye)

Ang sabi ko hindi kita mamimiss (I told myself I wouldn’t miss you)

Hanggang kelan ito matitiis (But how long would I have to endure?) 

Jimin had lost count on how many drinks he had but it wasn’t like he was counting to begin with. He always drank beyond his limits but tonight was different. Unlike before, he didn’t really have a purpose as to why he wanted to be blacked out wasted. He just did because for him, that was fun. That was living. That was being alive. Tonight, however, he drank with a purpose and that was to forget that crushing pain in his heart. He never really understood and even mocked people who drank for that purpose. For him, it was ridiculous and laughable. He swore he’d never be like those people yet here he was, exactly like them.

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and my girl did it! I'm so proud of you, love and I'm glad you finally had the courage to post the fic! here's to working on more Google docs together! (like a fun school project hehe!)

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴊɪᴍɪɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 600+

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴀɪɴ, ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ, ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ.

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ <3.🙂

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛʏ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ.

"I've always tried my best to love you, what are you even talking about?” Jimin said.

“You didn't care about me at all jimin, you know how much I was invested in you, you know that I shouldn't be treated this way, then why do you treat me like this, every time?” Now your cheeks were dripping with tears, and your eyes were red from all the crying you did before you left your apartment to meet Jimin.

This was the time when he noticed them, and that’s it. The desolate face you had, those deep red eyes that cried out for Jimin's love, made him fall in love with you all over again. With all these emotions weighing him down, now a feeling of losing you overtook him. At this moment, he felt an unbearable amount of regret.

Even though he had messed up in this relationship before, this time he wasn't lying, he couldn't even imagine seeing you with anyone else but him.

Initially, he was super sincere with his feelings, but he became distracted and he didn’t give you enough time, he became distant from you, he started coming home late, he didn't give you enough attention. As a result, he grew cold toward you.

It was the feelings of loss, the guilt, and remorse-a feeling that went through his mind as he imagined you in someone else's arms that made his feet shaky.

You also knew that the memories of your relationship would haunt you forever, those sweetest memories you shared with him, and those peaceful afternoons, when you felt safe in his embrace, would not let you live.

After reflecting on his own emotions, he finally gathered the courage to speak. "You are not going to leave me, are you?"

Silently staring at his face, you stared into his eyes deeply. Your eyes said a lot.

"Are your eyes telling the truth? I need an answer now." He said getting afraid of the emotions he was about to feel.

You nodded.

However, deep down you knew it wasn't true.

You knew although you might not be together, you know you will always love him forever because you know that true love cannot be replaced, you will never be the same about anyone again because, you can give away your heart only once, and you can also can’t deny the fact that he already earned it!

“Don’t hurt me, don’t leave me, please.” He said this as his hands almost came close to his face to hide his tears.

"No, please!" He yelled in disbelief.

As you began to walk away, the distance between you and him started to get larger and larger. The further you distanced yourself, the more he was hurt.

“Stop, I want you to hear me one last time"

Your attention was immediately caught, and you wondered what he was going to say next.

“I would like you to at least fulfill my last wish"

You agreed.

As he whipped his tears with his hoodie sleeve, he said, “Can you kiss me, one last time, that’s all I ask for”.

Upon hearing these words, you felt your heartache as you tried to hide the arousing tears that were about to fall from your eyes. You tried your best to hide the tears, but you could not.

All of this was his mistake, and he knew it.

With him stepping closer, he removed the distance between both of you. He cradled your hand, and you could see his eyes were filled with sincerity.

Afterward, he took your face in his hands, pecked your cheeks, and placed a gentle kiss on your lips, which made your eyes all watery, and made you reconsider your decision.

Despite the fact that the kiss lasted for one minute, you freed yourself from his grasp. You stepped backward again, seeing him cry relentlessly. You couldn't bear to see him in such pain but you had no choice.

You ran away from him wiping your tears off, as you left him kneeling down on the ground screaming your name.

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Jimin x Reader – Spy!Au

Hurt/Comfort, Angst/Fluff, Enemies(?)/Lovers(?), Non-Idol Au, One-Shot

Part 2

Summary: You and Jimin hold an unwavering grudge against each other, but for what reason? Or, when you and Jimin get partnered for a case together, emotions arise, and so do the stakes. Pride and vulnerability are an explosive pair; will you both set each other off into flames?

Warnings (Buckle up folks because there's a lot): THIS STORY CONTAINS THEMES OF HARASSMENT AND IMPLICATIONS OF S/A!!! DO NOT READ IF THOSE TOPICS ARE TOO HARSH FOR YOU!!! Angst, panic attacks, anxiety, descriptions of violence (like a single fight), sexual assault (no non-con sex happens i swear), misogyny if you squint, Jimin is an asshole at times, trauma, trauma flashbacks, horrible communication tbh, implied abuse, implied s/a

Disclaimers: I am in no way, shape, or form trying to romanticize these sensitive topics, I simply want to show that comfort can be found after said situations. Please do not leave any comments about glamorizing any of the topic.

A/N: Hello hi author here! I haven't thoroughly proof read this oopsies but we'll get there when we get there. There's a lot of time-skips in this btw, and I also just made shit up because I don't really have any clue as to what spies or agents do or whatever (lol)

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"This mission is risky, as it's heavily reliant on precision and strategy, so we'll have to be very careful with who we send."

"I have the perfect pair in mind."

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"You're fucking kidding me."

Jimin stares in disbelief at his bosses, Seokjin and Namjoon, not knowing why they thought it would be a good idea to partner you together.

"I don't care whatever personal vendetta y'all have against each other, you both are the most reliable option we have. So put your willy-nillies aside and get your head in the game."

Namjoon shoots Jin a disapproving glare at his choice of words.

"Please never say willy-nilly again."

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You never thought it was possible for so much tension to fit inside a singular car, yet you and Jimin seemed to be breaking that record currently:

"Listen, I want to get this done as soon as possible, so please just listen to me and do what I tell you and I can finally stay away from your annoying ass."

"As long as you listen to me as well, it'll be a smooth sail."

"And why do I have to listen to you?"

"We listen to each other, it's called teamwork; hence the fact that we're a team, and we work tog-"

"I know what teamwork is – I'm not stupid. But I specialize in retrieving information, so I think we both know who has sufficient knowledge to lead this case."

"One of the requirements to be recruited is being able to safely retrieve information, so technically even though I'm not centered in the encryption department, we still have the same level of expertise in the field of-"

"Do you ever shut the fuck up?"

"I do."

"Great well do that now."

"If it means you stop running your mouth as well then I will."

It isn't that Jimin hates you specifically, he just hates how stoic you are all of the time. No matter what case you had to take on, what was going on around you, your cold demeanor never faltered — and that pissed Jimin off.

I mean, who were you to be so stand-offish to all of your colleagues? Did you think you were better than everyone else? Is that why you never spoke up unless you were giving your 2 cents on the approach the organization should take on the case given. And it pissed him off even more how you were always right, how Namjoon and Jin always agreed with whatever you had to say.

Jimin didn't hate you specifically, but he hated your face and how nice it was to look at and your annoyingly smart brain and your voice that was so soothing to listen to.

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"Jimin, I'm telling you, having me go undercover isn't safe or efficient. The man who has the information we need is kno-"

"Are you admitting that you don't have the guts to complete this mission? What happened to commitment?"

Strategizing with Jimin felt like being a court trial where anything and everything you said would be used against you.

"I am committed. That's why I'm telling you that this isn't a good strategy."

"And why not? We've used it countless times before and it's worked, what's different now? All those men are the same, just play them to your will. Is that really so hard for you to do?"

"It's not good because it's not safe. Chances are that not only will I walk out of there severely injured, but you will too. And what happens then?"

"All I'm hearing is that you're too scared to do it. If that's the case, then why don't you just go home? I can even go ahead and call Jin hyung and tell him that you chickened out-"

"I am not chickening out."

"Then just trust my plan, princess. It's never failed me, and it's not going to start now."

"....... Fine. But don't call me that."

"No can do, princess."

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As you walk into the large fancy venue where the event was being held, the urge to run and hide became much more prominent.

You doubt that he remembers you, you were small when it happened, and now you'd grown.

That should bring some form of comfort, but it doesn't.

Because even if he doesn't recognize you, you would never be able to forget those months.

What he did changed you as a person forever, and for the worse as well.

You walk tentatively, saying hello to people you come across, until you find who you're looking for.

Upon seeing his face, it felt like a kick had just impacted your gut, like if you were dumped into a freezing lake with nothing on. Your mouth dried and the room began to spin, and you almost ran away, almost cowered back to safety, but you were stopped by-

"Dumbass, he's right there all by himself. Approach him, quick."

Hesitantly you started your way towards him.

"Jimin, turn my earpiece's mic sensitivity up."

"Why?"

"Please, I need you to be able to catch anything."

"Fine."

Seeing he was grabbing a glass of wine by himself, you took the opportunity to slide in next to him.

"Excuse me, sir? Do you happen to know what kind of wine this might be?"

"Cherry wine, madam. Would you like to try one?"

"Yes, please. Thank you."

"It's no problem. If you don't mind me asking, is someone accompanying you tonight?"

"Oh, no. I'm here by myself. I got invited by mutual friends."

"Ah, I see. So then, you wouldn't mind joining me tonight? I have a table right over there if you'd like to sit."

"I'd love to join you. Please, lead the way."

After some brief moments of small talk, Jimin gives you the okay to start trying to pull information out of him.

"This venue is so lovely, I wish I could see all of it in full." You started prying. "Well, actually, one of my closest partners runs the venue, if you'd like I could ask him if it's okay for me to give you a tour?"

"Would you really?"

"Of course, anything for such a delightful woman as yourself."

"Oh, you're too kind."

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The tour was going well as good as your given position allowed. You managed to ask about almost each room, giving Jimin any helpful information through your earpiece.

That was until you got to the third floor.

You were trying as hard as you could to push through being in his presence, when you'd been going up the stairs you stumbled for a second, and his hand reached out to "stabilize" you. You managed to regain your balance, still his wrinkled hand remained on the small of your back, a little lower than appropriate, and that was all it took to push you to the edge.

"Um, excuse me, do you mind if we pause for a short while so I can use the restroom?"

"That's totally okay. Do you want me to lead you to the one on this floor?"

"Oh, no. Thank you, I'll use the one from the previous floor. You can wait for me here. I won't be long."

Running down the stairs quickly, your head began to spin with fear.

All of the haunting memories you'd managed to drown out in the deepest parts of your brain resurfaced within a flash, and suddenly its like if you were back where you were less than two years ago.

Rough hands around your waist, liquor scented breath hitting your face, the cold air biting your exposed skin – you remembered it so vividly that you could almost feel it happening to you.

You could feel the harsh tone of voice, taunting you, painting you with shame.

'You should be thankful for all that I do for you. I'm the only person that can stand you after all.'

"Why the hell are you going to the bathroom? Don't stall, you idiot. We need to get this done."

"Right. Yeah. Right."

You stood up and walked towards the door, but you couldn't bring yourself to twist the doorknob. The thought of having to continue with him had your breathing quickening, and your vision shaking, it was all too much at once.

All Jimin could hear was your shallow breathing, and strangely, he found himself growing worried.

"Y/N? What's going on?"

"I can't- I can't do it-"

"What do you mean?"

"I- I need to get out of here."

"Y/N, what's wrong?"

"I can't be here, please Jimin."

Jimin burrowed his eyebrows in confusion, not understanding what caused you to get so worked up. He was even more confused when he felt himself progressively getting more concerned for your well-being.

"Where are you right now?"

“Um, a bathroom in floor 2."

"And you told the guy to stay in the third floor, right?"

"Yeah." You hear Jimin sigh, and you know he's upset with you, but your brain can't fully process that right now.

"I can't believe you're actually pussying out of this right now."

"Jimin, please."

The crack in your voice left an uncomfortable buzz in his chest, and Jimin found himself caving in.

"Okay, fine. I'll find a distraction for him so you can leave while he's busy. Only because we stil have tomorrow to do this and we've made progress."

"Thank you-"

"Don't, we still have to get this shit done tomorrow."

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You thought you'd be relieved as you finally got the chance to run out of the building, but guilt was heavy on your chest. The sound of Jimin's frustrated voice made you uneasy; you've never really been on his good side, but hearing him sound so disappointed in you drilled a hole into your pride.

He watches you as you open the car door and clumsily jump in, and Jimin can't stop his frown from deepening further when he sees your usually sparkly eyes tainted a light color of red, one that matches your nose and cheeks. You take his expression as one of disapproval, and you shrink in your seat, hoping that it'll swallow you whole. You were triggered as it is, an angry Jimin would not help you whatsoever.

Obviously, the only thing he could come up with was to scold you, because what else was he supposed to do? Wipe away your tears gently and destroy anything that would cause those tears to resurface? Yeah, of course not. Not that he wouldn't be willing to if you asked him, but he'll try to convince himself it's only because he's a good person. No ulterior motive.

"This better be a one time thing, eh? No one wants to work with someone unreliable, and leaving was one hell of a liability."

"I know."

"Then why did you do it?"

The words got stuck in your throat; you couldn't tell him that this guy had abused you for years on end of your adolesence. You refused to let anyone see that side of you.

"It wasn't safe, and it wasn't worth risking it."

"I didn't see any threats in the security cameras, and everything in your earpiece sounded fine. What was unsafe?"A tentative moment of silence passes before:

"Him."

You spoke so softly that you thought Jimin hadn't heard you, until you heard a sigh from him.

"We work with dangerous people all the time, there's no difference here, princess."

The name had clear condecendicy laced within it, and it made the sting in your eyes return quickly; it reminded you of him, and now the memories were fresh. You turned your face out the window, hoping that Jimin didn't catch sight of them.

But he did, and great. What else is he supposed do? to destroy himself then? Being harsh is supposed to be what keeps you from getting hurt by him, so why is that no matter what he does, the outcome is always rough?

The rest of the car ride was silent, the emptyness of nightfall very clear amongst the dark.

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"Will you stop moving so goddamn much? Some of us are trying to sleep here."

"Why are you referring to yourself with plurality? The only ones here are you and I, and your comment is directed at me so-"

"It's too late for your smartass."

"Well, it's currently 1 in the morning, so technically-"

"Less talking more sleeping."

"Okay."

You'd stopped moving, and Jimin was about to completely pass out, when the shuffling started again.

"Y/N I swear to god-" he groaned, annoyed that you interrupted his sleep again.

But when he looked over, you were sitting up on your bed, a pained expression covering your face.

Jimin sighed and sat up as well, mumbling under his breath about how 'it's always something with you'. Still he asked:

"What happened now?"

You hesitated to answer before responding.

"Did you do it on purpose?"

"Do what?"

"Send me in there, knowing who he is?”

"I genuinely don't have a clue of what you're talking about."

"I knew you hated me but I really didn't think you would go to such lengths."

"Stop speaking in riddles and just say whatever it is you want to say."

"Do you really not know about him?"

"Stop acting like you know better than I do just because you know about some rando that I've never heard of."

"I'm not trying to act like I know better, because I do know better. I know who we're up against, and I know that Seokjin and Namjoon would agree that sending me in there by myself is a shit decision."

"Why would they give us the case then if it's so dangerous, huh? Maybe you're just too much of a scaredy-cat to handle this case. Why don't you go and whine to our bosses that the task is 'too hard' if you're so set on them agreeing with you?"

Jimin's words felt like a stab straight through your heart, and all you could do was bleed out in silence.

"If I were them, I'd be real disappointed if someone I handpicked for a job as prestigious as this one called me and told me they didn't wanna do it because it's too hard."

The mention of disappointing your bosses made your stomach twist with anxiety. Just when you'd begun to learn to protect yourself, you're suddenly getting berated for it?

"Do you want me to complete this task or not?"

"Of course I fucking do. That's why I'm telling you that you need to suck it up."

"Degradation isn't going to motivate me, so you can stop trying to make me feel like shit. Are you happy? Because it sure is working."

"See? This is what I mean. For someone who acts so stoic all the time you sure are goddamn sensitive."

"Jimin, please. Drop it. I get it. You win."

"Stop whin- wait, what?"

You blinked at Jimin, before sighing and laying back down, shuffling around and throwing a blanket over your head.

For some reason, this made his heart twist in an uncomfortable way.

Jimin took a deep breath and told himself that it definitely wasn't because he felt like crying at seeing your defeated expression, he was just shocked that you didn't continue arguing with him.

Yeah. That's what it is. Totally what it is.

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Day 2 of the event begins, and your fear is drowned out enough to tolerate it by your desperation to get this over with.

"Okay, he's in there. Go. No chickening out this time, okay?"

"Yes. Whatever."

"Good."

You find him standing by the small bar they have across the venue, and you muster up any remaining strength inside yourself as you begin to approach the man who haunts your every move.

"What kind of wine are you honoring tonight?" You use the same conversation starter as last time, and the guy jumps; you caught him off-guard.

"Oh, my dear, it's you. I am so glad we meet again." His smirk grew, and if you didn't know any better, you would think that it's one of excitement rather than perversion.

"So am I."

"I was afraid you'd pulled a classic Cinderella on me after that first night, I thought I wouldn't see you again."

"Oh, I apologize for leaving so abruptly. Something I ate gave me a stomach bug, and I decided it'd be best to go rest before it could get worse. I'm just thankful it cleared up before the event ended."

"I am deeply grateful as well, I don't think I could've bared to not see you again. Say, why don't we actually complete our tour around the venue tonight."

"That would be lovely."

You had always hated how snobby rich people spoke, as if everything was fancy and business. The formalities and outdated vocabulary made you irrationally angry, and you weren't sure how much longer you were going to withstand this entire thing.

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Thankfully, you lasted a pretty good while. Everything seemed to be going as planned; you asked questions, he blabbered on and on about whatever you asked, he got more comfortable and started spilling more and more, and Jimin got more information.

“This floor is my favorite.” He says once you finish taking the flight of stairs you were just on.

“Oh, really? May I ask why?”

“My personal room is up here, it's supposed to be a guest room but since I spend my days here frequently, it's practically become my bedroom.”

“That sounds very comfortable. The people who own this place seem to show genuine hospitality.”

“They indeed do. And I was thinking, maybe I could follow in their steps, and extend that hospitality to you?”

“What does this said hospitality consist of?” You were skeptical, the glint in his eyes was evidently one that was ready to strike knives into your chest.

“Reconnection. Mending broken bonds. Making up for all our time lost.”

Your heart began beating rapid and panicked, afraid of what implications come with his statement. He seems to notice your expression fall, as he starts to laugh and even doubles over. Once he composes himself, he immediately makes his way towards you, the change in demeanor too quick to even respond.

"You really thought I wouldn't recognize you doll? Hmm?" He circles around you slowly.

It feels like you've fallen through a sink hole into the midst of hell hearing his words, it's suffocating, so much so that you're sure you won't make it out in one piece this time around.

"To be fair, you have changed a lot. You look much more mature, womanhood has treated you well." It takes everything in you to not break as he grabs your chin between his fingers, Jimin's voice playing on repeat in your head - 'no chickening out this time'.

You swallow and take a second to compose yourself, before speaking again.

"May we please continue our tour?"

"No need to hide from me, little one. I'd always told you, you'd come running back to me one day; and here you are. No need to be embarrassed about it, I'm more than happy to have you again."

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Jimin's blood runs cold when he hears what the man is saying; did you know him before? What history could you possibly have with this man?

"I'm n- not hiding. I just simply wish to continue looking around."

"Oh, trust me, dear. We'll have plenty of time to look around. But first, don't you wanna go somewhere private? So we can, reconnect?"

A shiver runs down your spine out of pure fear, and you're not sure if you can back down this time.

"Um, I don't know. I don't want to be gone for too long."

"No one will notice dear." He leans in closer to your face. "I know you want this just as much as I do."

His suggestive tone has you feeling sick to your stomach, and you pray to whoever sits above that Jimin realizes what's happening and comes to help you. You aren't sure what you had ever done to turn the universe against you, but you knew your prayers weren't heard when Jimin responds through your earpiece.

"Go. If you're worried about anything getting out of hand, I have this planned out. Just go."

You didn't know what plan Jimin had up his sleeve, but his annoyed expression on your face were imprinted in your mind, his words from the previous night still heavy: ‘If I were them, I'd be real disappointed if someone I handpicked for a job as prestigious as this one called me and told me they didn't wanna do it because it's too hard.’

"Okay, take me with you."

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He leads you to up another set of stairs, and into different hallways, before stopping in front of two big doors. You watch as he takes a key out of the inside pocket in his coat, and he opens the door, letting you step inside first and following after you. The room was spacious and slightly dark, the only light entering through the window from the lights outside.

"Ask him what part of the building you guys are in."

"This room is beautiful, what part of the building are we in?"

“It is quite luxurious, huh? This is the fifth floor. Main hallway, 3rd door. If you ever want to pay a visit, you're more than welcome to stop by.”

Jimin quickly jots down the room, and you hope he's satisfied, because you're shaken with fear at this man’s words. He locks the door from the inside, and proceeds to move toward you.

"He has a key, right?"

"Ah, yes." Pause. "I'll keep that in mind."

He smiles at you and grabs your wrist, walking towards the large bed in the middle of the room.

"Okay, get his key. Do whatever it takes, just get your hands on it."

He sits on the bed and grabs you by the hips, pulling you down with him.

"I can't believe I have you all for myself again. Even if its just tonight." You feel his fingers in your hair; the thought of shaving your head crosses your mind. If it means getting rid of any trace of him, you'd do it.

"Your features may be a little more grown, but you're still that innocent little sweetheart that I've always known."

His face seems so close; your body falls cold with fear.

"Tell me, how much have you missed me, sweetheart?"

He gets scoots even closer and cups your cheeks, running a thumb over your lips. He gets even closer, and all you can do is swallow and curse Jimin, because why isn't he doing anything to help you?

"I thought you would've learned to use your words by now." He chuckles, you wait for a hand across your cheek.

"Stupid little girl. Aren't you glad I'm so forgiving?"

He leans closer again, your foreheads touching at this point.

"I'll let you show me with your actions. Come on, show me."

Your breath hitches in dread, but he takes this a good sign. He kisses you and you do your best to "kiss" him back without actually doing any kissing. You tug on his coat, hoping he gets the message to take it off, and thankfully – you're not sure this is the right word – he does. As he shrugs it off, he keeps kissing you, and you take the chance to grab it from the inside, and flip it around so the key falls into your lap. You quickly put the key in your dress pockets and you toss the coat across the room in attempt to mask it as a move of interest.

He notices that his coat is gone, and it prompts him to begin trying to remove your corset. You realize that this is your chance to communicate with Jimin, though you're not sure if he can hear you if the silence from his side is anything to go by, while also prompting the man to get off of you.

"I've got it."

"You got the key?" So Jimin can hear you. You don't know if what fills your gut is relief or anger.

"Let me do it." He grips your hands and puts them aside, continuing to undo it himself.

"Yeah." You respond to Jimin. Pause. "I've got it, its fine. It'll be faster this way."

"Okay, we'll get him distracted now." Once again, you're torn between relief and anger.

"Don't you wanna take it slow? Enjoy our sweet time together?" His lips on your neck, and his hands getting lower and lower. You start to cry. Thankfully, he doesn't notice, because the intercom system im the building blares: "The auction is about to begin, 5 to auction." Hearing this, you take your chance to push him away, trying to get yourself back together.

"We should go, we wouldn't want to miss this." You move to get up, but he locks you within his arms.

"It's okay, you're the one thing I want."

"People will notice that we're missing."

"They won't. And if they do, let them. I'm more than glad to show you off."

He keeps on untying your corset, and panic starts to flow more prominently through your body as you realize that he isn't going to let this go easily.

"I really think we should go back. What if we miss something important?"

"Shhhh. Let this happen."

Another announcement blares through the intercom, but he doesn't even flinch this time.

"Auction is now beginning."

"Let's stop. I don't want to miss it."

He doesn't stop.

Doesn't even do a double take.

"If you want something from the auction, I'll get it for you. I'll even pay double the price. But I'm not letting anything take this away from me. I've been waiting to feel you for years. I'm not letting you go now."

You're on the border of cracking as he gets lower on the strings of your corset, not sure if you're gonna be able to get out of this unharmed. He moves to suck on your neck, and that's when you break.

"I don't, I don't want to."

"You're just nervous. I know you want this."

You shake your head, your whole body is visibly trembling now.

"I don't want to."

"Be good and stop talking."

He finally gets to the last string when his phone rings behind him.

He ignores it.

You pry him on.

"Are you not gonna take that?"

"Nothing is going to interrupt this."

"What if it's important?"

"What did I say? Be quiet. Why is it that now you're all chatter, but when I asked you earlier, not even a peep? It's like you want me to punish you."

A sob escapes you; where the fuck is Jimin?

He takes your corset off, leaving you almost bare.

"Such a pretty little thing."

All you can think is that 'This is it. This is it. What did I do to have to go through this again? Why is it tha-"

"I'm on my way up. I'll be there in a moment. I'm sorry I didn't come earlier. I'm coming."

You let out another sob at this.

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Jimin feels like his heart flew out from his chest because of how hard it was pounding.

He's desperate to get you out of there, and Jimin didn't know what to do.

His original plan to get the man distracted by random interruptions wasn't working, and he knew going up there on his own was risky, but listening to your situation made him sick.

He knew one of the guys on his usual team, Yeonjun, was monitoring the assignment, as they always have someone on standby in chances of emergency.

With his mind made up, he lets him know that he's gonna go in, but he isn't too fond of the idea.

"No, Yeonjun. You don't get it. I have to go up. He's- he's hurting her."

"You'll get caught. Especially if you and Y/N leave together."

"I have to go."

"Jimin-"

"Sorry, I have to get to her."

The line disconnects.

He was coming now.

Getting to you was the only thing that mattered in that moment.

∘⁺✧◞₊⋅✱

You can't bare to watch as the man takes his own shirt off, and you feel like you could throw up at any moment.

"I'm on the fifth floor. Toss the key under the door if you can."

At this, your only string of thought consisted of 'Jimin's here' 'Toss the key' 'Jimin's here' 'Toss the key'

You quickly reach into your pockets and let the key drop by your feet, and you kick it so it's by the door. An eternity of seconds pass by, your brain simply chanting 'Jimin, Jimin, Jimin'

Everything happens so quickly that you don't even have time to process what's happening before Jimin tackles the old man. He punches and pounds, and all you can do is watch in horror as both men begin to swing at each other. You have no clue what to do, but thankfully, Jimin manages to catch him off-guard and injects him with a tranquilizer.

It's strong enough to paralyze him on the ground, but simultaneously doesn't knock him unconscious.

You run to put your shirt on and rush to look for the flash drive that's meant to have all the information you're looking for. Despite your frantic state, you miraculously find it in a drawer, relieved and ready to show Jimin.

But when you turn around, he's still on top of the man, beating him like a crazed man.

"You. Fucking. Bastard. How. Dare. You. Touch. Her. I will fucking kill you." He says in between punches.

He kicks, stomps, punches, even pulls out his blade, and he doesn't stop until he feels you tug from behind him, hearing your attempts to hold back sobs from escaping you.

Even as you're trembling, you hold up the small flash drive in your hand.

Jimin stares in shock for a few seconds, confused as to how you still went to look for the files even with the state you're in.

He looks back at the man on the floor, bloodied and now unconscious.

You wouldn't be surprised if Jimin beat him to death.

A pause of silence engulfs both of you, before he interrupts it.

"Let's go. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Let's go. We'll talk later. Come on."

You moved to step towards the door, but you were filled with such panic that your legs were giving out on you.

He stepped towards you, but you recoiled.

He knew that this reaction was to be expected, but it still felt like a flame was burning his chest seeing you jump away from him, looking absolutely terrified.

You stumbled and wobbled, but you were insistent on walking on your own.

Jimin respected your boundaries, but when you almost tumbled down the stairs, he couldn't take it anymore.

“Do you want me to carry you back to the car? It'll get us out of here quicker, you're gonna hurt yourself .”

He saw your facial expressions change multiple times in that short moment before you stepped toward him and let him lift you off the ground. You were tense, any touch making your head spin but feeling how securely Jimin is holding you, you can't help but loosen up a tiny bit.

Feeling you shake in his grasp, it hit Jimin like a bag of bricks; you had been one of his victims. That's why you told him that it wasn't safe for you.

How could he have missed this?

You'd been brought back to hell after finally escaping it, and it was Jimin himself that dropped you right back into the gates of it. Maybe if he had listened to you when you said it wasn't a good idea, maybe you wouldn't be shutting down right in front of his own eyes, wouldn't be shaking uncontrollably, wouldn't be face to face with a monster you were to never see again.

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In the car, you can't stop clawing at yourself in the passenger seat, unsure of how to get rid of all the anger and anxiety in you.

Jimin kept peeking from your eyes and back to the road, and for some reason, this made you angry; not in a scream and throw things way, but in a sob angry tears with harsh breaths until you pass out way.

“What did it cost you to listen to me? Your pride? Is your pride worth the touch of that monstrosity?"

"I'm sorry."

∘⁺✧◞₊⋅✱

You get to the hotel and rip the dress off of you, wiping your lips and scrubbing your hands furiously, you pull your hair in desperation.

Everything feels so wrong and overbearing, it feels like its the end of the world.

Jimin feels like his world is crumbling at the same time that you are.

He goes to make you some tea, anything that will make you feel even the tiniest bit better. Seeing you in so much distress left only 2 things swirling around his head.

The first one being: He would, in fact, do anything to take back everything he's said, and to protect you from any harm that may come your way.

The second: He is so emotionally constipated.

Instead of letting himself understand and acknowledge what he feels for you, he put up a big fucking barrier, and now he’s responsible for your breaking point. Maybe if he could've been honest with himself, maybe if he had been gentler with you–

Well, there's no point in dwelling over it now, so instead he approaches you and removes your hands from your head to stop you from pulling your hair.

"Y/N? You're gonna hurt yourself."

"I don't care." You try to pull your hands away, but Jimin clasps them against his own.

"I made you some tea, it's in the nightstand by your bed. Go drink it while I put on a bath for you. And grab clothes once you're done."

You weren't sure what it was, anger? Gratefulness? Appreciation? Resentment? But something was coursing through your veins, and it all was clearly directed at Jimin. Feeling frustrated and confused, you broke down into sobs once more.

"We don't have to do anything, but I think getting washed up will help you feel better. Whatever you wanna do. Just, please don't cry, I don't like it when you cry.”

You look up and find Jimin crouching in front of you; his stare so soft that you think he might actually care. You can't help it – you launch yourself towards Jimin, neither of you are sure if it's an attempt at a hug or at knocking him down.

He wraps his arms around you and you begin to hit at his chest, your frustration and hurt showing themselves.

"Why didn't you listen to me?! I didn't want to tell you! You should've just listened to me! Then I wouldn't be hurt! It hurts, Jimin. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts."

You repeat that phrase over and over again until your breakdown begins to falter into hiccups, energy gone, and you melt into Jimin's embrace. The room is suddenly still, the only existing thing being you and Jimin on the floor, crying out hurt and apologies.

When he clutches so hard onto your shirt that his knuckles turn white, you know that he didn't mean to do it on purpose, that he's genuinely sorry for how things went down. And when you hug him back and shuffle closer to him, he knows you're willing to forgive him, you don't blame him for the decisions he made.

∘⁺✧◞₊⋅✱

Things feel fuzzy after that. Not necessarily in a bad way, there's just too much delicacy in the air for you to process things properly.

The cup of tea is warm in your hands as you wait for Jimin to finish filling up the bathtub.

After some quiet moments, he walks out of the bathroom and throws an apologetic smile your way.

"You're all set. I'll be out here, shout if you need anything."

"Okay."

You do think initially that a bath will help you relax, maybe get rid of some of the squeezing tension in your muscles, but it becomes clear that your mind won't be able to handle something as simple as undressing and getting into the tub.

Marks brokenly painted across your skin catching your stare, you needed to be forced out of it.

Even as you slowly climbed into the tub and sat down, the only thing running through your head was the image of your scarred form.

You cry out Jimin's name.

"Is everything okay?"

You beg the words to leave your tongue.

"Stay. Please."

Your voice is small and tired, and his heart jumps in a mix of adoration and pain, because you are ever so lovely, but you're hurt, and you're hurt because of him and his pride.

"Okay. I'll stay."

He takes a seat on the closed toilet, and you stare at him for a few seconds, trying to figure out how to ask for the support you need.

"I- can y- my hair."

Finally, it comes out strangled, but it comes.

"What about your hair?"

Jimin moves closer when you fuss a little at his question, splashing the water while doing so.

You rake your hands through your hair aggressively, and he thinks he understands what you're trying to say.

"Do you want me to help you wash it?"

Your face visibly softens – similarly to Jimin's heart – and you let out a little sound of confirmation.

"Okay, are you sure you're comfortable with that?"

"Mhm."

"Okay, pass me the bottle."

The warm water is soothing on your scalp and you feel yourself relaxing as soon as the shampoo touches your head.

“Sorry if I pull your hair.”

When you feel Jimin’s fingers raking across your hair, you start to cry again.

The way he gently rubs your hair makes you overwhelmed with a warm feeling that fills your chest at being handled so tenderly for the first time in so long.

"Love, why are you crying?"

If Jimin was already panicked at your tears, he’s utterly mortified now that the term of affection slipped out accidentally.

Thankfully, it seems like you're too caught up in enjoying the feeling to notice what he just called you.

“Thank you.”

His hand movements stopped for a second to think about his next words before resuming with a sigh.

"Don't thank me. I fucked up so bad. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I should've just listened to you. I'm so sorry."

Jimin's voice cracked, and it looked like he was going to start crying too.

Once he was done, he went to grab a towel, and you stopped him by putting a hand on top of his.

"It's okay. I know you didn't mean it."

"I'm still really sorry. You shouldn't have gone through any of that."

You simply hummed as a response, and you both knew that it meant forgiveness.

The moment felt so soft, soft in the way you were looking at each other, soft like the butterflies in your stomach, it was all just really, really soft.

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That didn't last too long though, because sleep has never come easy to you, and the events of this day only worsened it.

Every time you closed your eyes, his sickening face would appear in front of you. You could almost feel the way he gripped onto your skin, bruising it.

You could feel yourself falling into a panic spiral again, and your brain's first instinct for whatever reason was 'where's Jimin?’

You sat up and saw him fast asleep on his bed, and you grew hesitant.

What if he gets mad that you woke him up? What if he laughs at you? He's gonna tell you to toughen up.

But then you think back to how he's acted ever since he went to get you.

That wasn't just temporary, right? Was it just pity? Was he only nice to relieve himself of any guilt?

Your overthinking mixed with your already panicked state, and you once again felt like things were crumbling all around you.

You showed Jimin your weakest parts, he can surely use that against you. He probably thinks you're even more pathetic now. He's gonna tell everyon-

"Y/N? What's going on?"

You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn't realize how loud your sobs had gotten, nor that they'd woken Jimin up.

You looked up in horror as you realized that he was sitting on your bed, watching you cry.

The concerned look in his eyes only made you cry harder. You wanted to fall into his comfort, wanted to believe that he genuinely cared about you, but at the same time you were convinced that he was just pretending.

"Don't act like you care."

“Huh?”

"I know you're only being nice to me out of pity, you can drop the act now."

Your words came out broken and between sobs. After you finished your sentence your breathing quickened again.

Jimin felt his heart being shredded into pieces as he saw your state. Did you really think that he hated you?

He could deal with that later, right now his main priority was getting your breathing regulated.

"Come here, we're gonna breathe together, okay? Can you do that for me?"

You were hesitant to approach him, but the offer of closeness was too inviting for you to turn down.

Jimin waited until you were seated directly in front of him before continuing.

"Hands on your belly. Now breathe in, and out."

It took a while before you were breathing again, but now Jimin could tackle the second issue at hand.

“What can I do to help you?”

Jimin sees the distrust on your face at his words and his chest squeezes sadly.

"I'm not doing this to get rid of guilt or anything like that, if that's what's running through your head."

“How do I- know that you're not just saying that to say it?"

Oh what Jimin wouldn't do to hand you the world.

"If I genuinely didn't care I wouldn't be here right now. You'd know if I was lying."

You think to yourself before giving into his offer with a small nod. Jimin smiles at your response.

“Do you need a distraction? Comfort? Water?”

“I think– I think comfort.”

"Okay. Do you want cuddles?"

Your brain short circuited, and Jimin took your silence as discomfort, so he rambled on.

"When I was younger, if I was ever scared of something, my mom would cuddle me and it always made me feel better. If you're not comfortable that's fine, I just think it would help."

You took a second to digest what Jimin had just asked you, never in a million years imagining you'd hear him asking you that, before nodding your head.

"Okay then, come here." Jimin laid down facing you and opened his arms expectantly, so you scooted closer to him and let him embrace you.

There's an inexplicable safety you felt surrounding him that had you melting into his hold. For the second time that day, his fingers gently played with your hair and you felt your walls come down a little further, warmth encasing both of you.

"You're so warm."

"Fuck do you think I am, a reptile? Of course l'm warm."

You scoffed at Jimin’s words, but stayed snuggled into him nonetheless.

"Are you uncomfortable?" You asked him.

"No. I'll let you in on a little secret of mine. I love cuddles. But only from specific people. But don't tell anyone.”

A soft giggle leaves your lips at his words, and Jimin decides that it's now his new favorite sound.

You pull back so you and Jimin are eye to eye; you want to speak but words are hard to convey.

“What's on your mind?” He's attentive, eyes searching yours for any hurt or worry.

“Do you cuddle with all your mission partners?” You try to lighten the mood and he laughs, so you assume it worked.

“No, only with the ones I like.”

His voice is soft when he says this, and it makes you melt a bit more.

“I really did think you hated me at one point.”

“I never did, I'm just very emotionally constipated. In all honesty I really do admire you, but I forced myself to see you as competition to avoid any of the weird emotional shit. Looks like it didn't work.” He finishes his sentence with a bitter chuckle; shame evident in his voice.

“I mean, I wasn't really all that nice to you either.” You try to easy his guilt.

“I wish we would've gotten off on the right foot.”

“Me too. But what's done is done.”

“I'm really sorry for not listening to you. I thought you were saying all of those things just to mess with me, but now I realize how stupid my logic sounds. Hearing what was happening over your microphone had me sick to my stomach. I can't even imagine how it must've felt for you.”

“It felt like my world was ending, honestly.” Your voice is quiet, but not enough to conceal how it cracks while tears pool in your eyes again.

“I never thought I would see him again. I'm still so scared, Jimin.” You begin to hiccup sobs, and he wastes no time in pulling you closer.

“It's okay. He's never coming near you again. I promise. You're safe, okay?” Jimin's voice was soft, feeling the way his chest vibrates against your head that's now tucked under it only helped calm you further.

You both remain like this until you've completely stopped crying and relaxed in his arms. Everything around you felt warm and tender, lulling you into deep sleep.

The last thing your brain manages to process is a soft kiss on your forehead, and words that sound a lot like:

“Goodnight, love.”

Give Me Love | Part 1 (m)

• fratboy!jimin x reader

• Word count: 6139

• Genre: college au, enemies with benefits to lovers

• Summary: Your relationship with Park Jimin was complicated to say the least, but when the circumstances change and you can no longer keep him at an arms length, you find yourself drawn to him more than you thought possible.

• warnings: Swearing, sexual content.

 - Give Me Love Masterlist - 

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PARK JIMIN | 2021 FIC RECS

⇰ hey, everyone! welcome to my humongous fic recs list, featuring the one and only love of my life, park jimin. 💙

❥ welcome! i’ve been working on this for a while, here it finally is! it’s late and not as comprehensive or detailed as i would have liked, but still pretty inclusive, i hope. 

❥ length: there are three broad categories based upon lengths: one-shots, series and drabbles, out of which, the one-shots are further divided based upon the following criterion.

❥ criteria: i have tried to roughly divide the fics according to tropes. it wouldn’t be an equal division because i obviously have personal preferences, but we definitely have some variety in here. also, some of these might be rated 18+ but not tagged with the smut tag - it’s bec that is what the content in them is, i haven’t mistakenly missed tagging ’em.

❥ ps! this list contains fics that i have read in 2021, not just the fics that were posted this year! 

❥ WARNING ❥ MOST OF THESE WILL BE 18+ AND CONTAIN EXPLICIT SMUT - MINORS SHOULD STRICTLY NOT INTERACT.

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*DEEP BREATH*

I feel blessed! COTTON CANDY! THE COMEBACK IS SO CLOSE! 💕💕

ghost of you (너의 유령) — park jimin (박지민)

✧.* 18+

grief was an ocean. at times, it was a gentle tide, a quiet reminder of loss that lapped at the edges of your consciousness. other times, it was a violent storm, crashing over you in relentless waves, threatening to pull you under. it was the silent ache in the stillness of the night and the bittersweet echo of memories that lingered in the corners of your mind. grief was a shadow that followed you, an ever-present companion that altered the way you perceived the world. it was the heavy weight in your chest, the tears that caught you off guard, and the hollow silence where laughter once resided. it was the empty spaces left behind, the words unsaid, and the dreams unfulfilled.

yet, within the sorrow, there was also a strange, melancholic beauty. it was found in the way you clinged to the past, in the memories that brought both joy and pain. it was in the moonlit nights where you found solace, feeling the presence of the one you lost, as if he was watching over you from the stars. grief was the testament to the love you shared, a love so profound that it continued to echo even in their absence.

you found yourself gazing at the night sky, your eyes drawn to the luminescent glow of the moon. you had always found the moon beautiful, a celestial body that held a quiet, enduring grace. its soft, silvery light had a way of soothing the turmoil within you, casting a serene glow over the world below. in its ethereal beauty, you found his beauty reflected. the moon became a mirror of his gentle soul, a constant in the ever-changing sky, just as he had been a constant in your life.

you often found yourself conversing with the moon, speaking into the vast expanse of the night as if he were still there, listening to every word. he wasn't, and he hadn't been for a very long time. you had grown up together, shared your childhood together, and explored the world together. when it happened, you had received the call in the middle of class. you were young, but old enough to understand what was happening. the car he was in had gone off the road, ultimately sealing his fate. the whole thing was impossible for you to grasp then, and it hadn't gotten easier as the years passed.

“jimin,” you would whisper, your voice barely more than a breath against the cool night air, “i miss you.” it was a simple truth, but it carried the weight of all the unspoken words and unresolved emotions you harbored. the moon became your confidant, the silent witness to your grief.

you poured out your heart, sharing your day, your thoughts, your dreams, and your fears. “do you remember,” you would ask, “how we used to dream about the future? how we would grow up and travel the world together?” the memories would wash over you, both sweet and painful, as you recalled the plans you had made with him, plans that were now mere fragments of a shattered future.

there were nights when you found solace in these one-sided conversations, imagining that he was somewhere out there, watching over you, listening with that same gentle smile that had always brought you comfort. you spoke of your pain, your longing, and the emptiness that his absence had carved into your heart. “it hurts so much without you,” you would confess, tears glistening in your eyes, reflecting the moon’s soft light. and in those moments, it felt as though the moon understood your grief, its light wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. you imagined his presence in the moon’s glow, a quiet reassurance that he was still with you in some way, a guardian spirit watching over you from the heavens. “are you happy up there?” you would ask, seeking solace in the thought that he had found peace, even as you struggled to find your own.

as you gazed at the moon, you would trace the memories of his face in its contours, his laughter in the twinkling of the stars, and his warmth in the night breeze that whispered through the trees. each night became a pilgrimage, a journey to reconnect with him through the celestial beauty that now held a piece of your heart.

on nights when the moon was hidden behind clouds, your disappointment was palpable. it felt as if a part of your connection to him was severed, leaving you adrift in a sea of darkness. you would lay in your bed, feeling the weight of his absence more acutely, the silence of the night pressing down on you like a physical burden. “why tonight?” you would wonder, “why can't i see you tonight?” yet, even in those moments, you held onto the belief that he was still out there, his spirit intertwined with the moon and stars. you spoke to the empty sky, your words a lifeline cast into the void, hoping that somehow, he could hear you. “i love you,” you would whisper, “i will always love you.”

each night, whether the moon was visible or not, you continued your conversations, finding a semblance of peace in the ritual. it was your way of keeping him close, of honoring his memory and the bond you shared. the moon became your sanctuary, a place where you could be vulnerable and open, where your grief could be both expressed and soothed.

you stood on your balcony, eyes fixed on the night sky, waiting for the moon to show. the cool breeze caressed your face, carrying with it the scents of the evening. usually, the moon’s glow would slowly emerge, comforting you with its familiar presence. tonight, however, was different. for the first time in forever, there were no clouds, but the sky was pitch black. not a single star flickered, and the moon was nowhere to be seen. it was as if the universe itself had turned off the lights, plunging you into a void.

your heart sank as you stood there, wrapped in the silence of the night. the absence of the moon felt like a cruel betrayal, a severance of the fragile connection you held onto with jimin. you whispered into the darkness, hoping for some response, but all that returned was the empty stillness. “why tonight?” you wondered aloud, your voice trembling. “why can’t i see you tonight?”

the disappointment was palpable, but exhaustion from the emotional turmoil eventually led you to bed. you lay there, the darkness pressing in from all sides, making it difficult to find solace. despite the comforting familiarity of your room, it felt cold and unwelcoming. the usual lull of sleep eluded you, but eventually, the weight of your grief pulled you into a restless slumber.

in the middle of the night, you woke abruptly, your eyes snapping open. something was wrong. panic surged through you as you realized you couldn’t move. your body was frozen, an invisible weight pressing down on your chest. you tried to call out, but no sound escaped your lips. you were experiencing sleep paralysis. the room around you was shrouded in darkness, and at first, there was nothing to see but the familiar shapes of your furniture, distorted and ominous in the shadows.

then, slowly, a figure began to materialize at the foot of your bed. your breath caught in your throat as you strained to see who it was. the darkness played tricks on your eyes, making it difficult to discern the details. the figure moved closer, its outline becoming clearer. your heart pounded in your chest as recognition dawned on you. it was him.

you couldn’t speak or move, but it didn’t stop the tears from streaming down your face. they traced cold, silent paths down your cheeks, pooling on your pillow. all you could do was watch as he stood there, a serene smile on his face. he didn’t move or speak, just smiled at you with that gentle, familiar expression that once brought you so much comfort.

minutes passed like hours as you lay there, locked in your own body, unable to reach out to him. you wanted to tell him how much you missed him, how much his absence had hollowed out your world. but you were trapped in silence, your emotions spilling out only through your tears. his presence, though comforting, was also a cruel reminder of what you had lost. his smile seemed to say everything you couldn’t, and yet it wasn’t enough. you wanted to hear his voice, feel his touch, but all you had was this ghostly apparition.

then, as suddenly as he had appeared, he was gone. the darkness closed in again, leaving you alone with your grief. the weight lifted from your chest, and you could move once more. you sat up, gasping for breath, your body trembling with the intensity of the experience. it took a while for you to regain your composure, your mind struggling to process what had just happened. you touched your cheeks, feeling the wetness of your tears, proof that it wasn’t just a dream.

once you finally did, you knew sleep would not come again that night. you got up and paced your room, trying to make sense of what you had seen. the image of his smile was etched into your mind, a haunting blend of comfort and sorrow. you opened the curtains, staring out into the pitch-black night, hoping for some sign, some explanation. but there was nothing, just the void where the moon should have been.

the following nights unfurled in a relentless, haunting cycle. the moon remained elusive, hidden behind a veil of darkness that seemed to mock your longing. each night, you stood on your balcony, peering into the abyss of the night sky, searching for the familiar glow. each time, you were met with disappointment, the absence of the moon a painful reminder of your loss.

with every night that passed, the grief felt more profound, as if the very darkness was a reflection of your sorrow. the lack of the moon made the nights seem even more oppressive, and you would retire to your bed with a heavy heart. sleep, when it came, was always disturbed. the familiar grip of sleep paralysis would seize you, rendering you helpless once more. you would lie there, motionless and silent, as the darkness of the room seemed to thicken and become more oppressive.

gradually, a figure would materialize in the shadowy void. at first, it would be indistinct, just a shape in the darkness. but as the nights progressed, the figure would come closer, its form more defined. Each night, jimin would appear a little nearer to you, his presence becoming more tangible. he never spoke or moved, only stood there, staring at you with that hauntingly serene smile. his eyes, though unseeing, seemed to pierce through you, conveying a silent message that you couldn’t quite grasp.

your heart would ache each night as you observed him, the silence between you laden with unspoken words. his smile was both comforting and tormenting, a reminder of the connection you once shared and the depth of your loss. the sight of him, each night closer than the last, was a poignant testament to your unending grief.

then, one night, you were surprised to see the moon. it was a sight that brought you unexpected relief. the moon, bright and full, hung in the sky like a beacon of hope amidst the darkness. you felt a rush of warmth and comfort as you gazed up at it, the familiar glow washing over you like a gentle embrace.

with renewed hope, you began to speak to the sky, explaining the events of the past few nights. “i’ve missed you,” you said, your voice trembling with emotion. “these nights have been so dark, so lonely. every time i close my eyes, you're there, closer and closer. i can’t bear it anymore.” the words spilled out of you, a mixture of relief and sorrow. “tonight, i hope you can hear me. i need to know if it’s going to be alright.”

feeling a sense of closure, you went to bed with a lighter heart. the night felt different, as if a burden had been lifted. when you woke the next morning, you were greeted by a sense of peace. there were no traces of sleep paralysis, no unsettling visits from jimin in the darkness. you moved through your morning routine with a cautious optimism, a small part of you hopeful that the cycle had finally broken.

you made your way to work, the morning air feeling crisp and invigorating. the day unfolded with a semblance of normalcy, and you almost felt as if you were regaining control over your life. your spirits were lifted, and you found yourself smiling for the first time in days.

as you waited to cross the street on your way to work, you spotted a familiar face in the crowd across from you. the sight of him made your heart skip a beat. for a moment, you were convinced it was him. he was standing there, looking out of place in the bustling crowd, his features hauntingly familiar. a shiver ran down your spine as you took a step forward, your instincts urging you to reach out to him. but before you could move, a bus approached, blocking your view. you watched in stunned silence as the bus passed by, and when it finally cleared, the man was gone. your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of hope and despair churning within you.

you stood there, frozen, trying to process what had just happened. the fleeting glimpse of someone who looked so much like him left you disoriented and aching with longing. you were left with the lingering question of whether it was truly him or just a trick of the mind, a cruel illusion born from your desperate yearning.

as the days passed, life seemed to settle back into a semblance of normalcy. the routine of your daily existence provided a fragile buffer against the waves of grief that had once overwhelmed you. you went through the motions of work and home life, attempting to regain a sense of normalcy, yet a lingering unease persisted.

it was during these days that you began to spot him in random places. the sightings were fleeting, almost imperceptible—a fleeting glimpse of a familiar face in a crowded street, a silhouette in a shop window, the echo of a laugh in a crowded café. each time, you were struck by a sudden rush of recognition, a feeling deep in your bones that it was him. but every time you turned around or reached out, the figure vanished, leaving only the empty space where he had been. the moments were brief, and yet they were enough to stir up a tempest of emotions within you.

you found yourself haunted by these apparitions, unable to reconcile them with the comforting reality you sought. each sighting left you yearning for more, your heart aching with the possibility that he might be closer than you dared to hope. yet, each time, the reassurance of his presence was snatched away, leaving you grappling with an unsettling mixture of hope and despair.

one night, as the moon reappeared in its familiar place in the sky, you stood on your balcony once more. the moon’s gentle glow illuminated the world below, casting long shadows and bathing everything in a silvery light. you felt a familiar comfort as you gazed up at it, and you began to speak to the moon, your voice carrying the weight of your recent experiences.

“i’ve seen you,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “in the most unexpected places, just for a moment. every time, it feels so real, but you're gone before i can reach you. it’s as if you're teasing me, reminding me of what i’ve lost.” you paused, the cool night air mingling with your breath. “it only makes me miss you more.”

with those words hanging in the air, you turned around, ready to head back inside and to bed. but as you did, your blood ran cold. standing right in front of you, illuminated by the moonlight, was him. it was as if he had materialized from the very night sky, his figure more solid than any previous apparition. your heart stopped in your chest as you took in the sight of him, the reality of his presence hitting you like a tidal wave.

he stood there, just a few feet away, his eyes meeting yours with that same gentle smile you had come to know so well. the moonlight danced on his features, making him appear both ethereal and incredibly real. the sight of him, so close and tangible, filled you with an overwhelming sense of disbelief. you reached out with trembling hands, convinced that you were dreaming, that this was a figment of your imagination. you pinched your arm hard, the sharp pain confirming that you were indeed awake. the sensation was all too real, and the presence before you was undeniable. you could feel the cool night air around him, the warmth of his gaze, the weight of the moment pressing down on you. he was truly there.

his presence, so close and so impossibly real, left you paralyzed. you could hardly believe your eyes, the sight of him filling you with a mix of joy and incredulity. as the seconds ticked by, you tried to process the moment, your mind racing to make sense of the impossible. then, to your utter astonishment, he spoke.

“have you missed me as much as you claimed to?” his voice was soft, carrying a warmth that you remembered so well. the sound of his voice broke the spell of disbelief, sending a flood of emotions crashing over you. your eyes welled up with tears, the dam breaking as you struggled to reconcile the reality of his words with the overwhelming grief that had consumed you for so long.

tears streamed down your face, a mix of relief, confusion, and heartbreak. you were convinced this had to be some cruel trick, a fleeting illusion born from your desperate longing. the notion seemed almost too fantastical to be true. but then, as if to dispel any doubts, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you. the warmth of his embrace, the solid reality of his form, was more than your frazzled mind could bear. “because i missed you even more,” he said, his voice breaking with emotion. the words resonated deep within you, the sincerity in his tone undeniable. yet, you could only stare at him, your heart aching with a mixture of relief and confusion.

“how?” you managed to ask through your tears, your voice barely more than a whisper. “how is this possible? how can you be here?”

he looked at you with a mixture of sadness and tenderness. “i don't know,” he began. “in the space between worlds, time doesn’t flow as it does on earth. the lunar phases, the cycles of the moon—they affect the way i can reach out to you.” he paused, searching for the right words. “the moon’s phases create windows, moments where the boundary between our worlds thins. during the new moon, when the sky is darkest, it's hardest for me to reach you. but as the moon waxes and wanes, those windows open and close.”

you listened, trying to grasp the concept, but the explanation felt both profound and surreal. the idea of lunar cycles dictating the connection between realms was something out of a dream, and it left you struggling to believe it was real. your thoughts spun, overwhelmed by the impossibility of it all. unable to hold back any longer, you crumpled onto the ground, your body shaking with the intensity of your emotions. he knelt beside you, his hands gently wiping the tears from your face. his touch was soothing, a balm to your wounded soul. the reality of his presence, however strange, began to pierce through your disbelief.

as your fear began to wane, the comforting presence of his embrace became a sanctuary. you felt his arms around you, holding you tightly, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against your own. the comfort of his touch, the solidity of his form, reassured you in a way that words could not. you both sobbed together, your tears mingling in the quiet of the night, the emotional release as raw and cathartic as it was painful. he held you close, his own tears flowing freely as he whispered into your ear. “i’m here,” he murmured. “i’m here because I couldn’t stand being apart any longer. i missed you more than words can say.”

in the cocoon of his embrace, you felt a profound sense of peace, a fragile haven amidst the storm of your emotions. the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and the soothing presence of his arms lulled you into a deep, exhausted sleep. it was a rest that felt both timeless and fleeting, as if you were cradled in a dream where reality and fantasy intertwined.

when you awoke, the world felt disorientingly empty. the absence of his warmth was the first thing you noticed, a stark contrast to the comforting embrace you had known only hours before. your eyes fluttered open, and the familiar sight of your room greeted you—a room that now seemed unnervingly mundane. panic surged through you as you scrambled to sit up, a torrent of thoughts racing through your mind. was it all just a dream? the hope that it had been real seemed to dissipate like morning fog.

your heart pounded as you called out his name, desperation seeping into your voice. “jimin, where are you?” the echoes of your own voice seemed to mock your fears, and tears began to stream down your face. the cruel possibility that the night’s events were nothing more than a vivid dream threatened to shatter your fragile sense of hope. in your frantic search, you stumbled out of bed, your movements clumsy with disorientation and anxiety. as you made your way through the house, the sense of loss and longing grew more intense. your steps felt heavy, each footfall a reminder of the emptiness that had returned.

then, as you approached the kitchen, a familiar aroma reached your senses—a rich, comforting scent that instantly grounded you. you pushed open the kitchen door, and there, against all odds, was jimin. he stood by the counter, a warm smile on his face, as he prepared two cups of coffee. the sight was so ordinary, so achingly real, that it took a moment for your mind to fully comprehend it. the relief that washed over you was overwhelming. the tears of despair were quickly replaced by tears of joy. without a second thought, you rushed into his arms, your emotions spilling over in a torrent of relief and gratitude. his arms encircled you once more, and you buried your face in his chest, taking solace in the reassuring presence that had reappeared in your life.

“i thought you were gone, again” you choked out between sobs. “i was so scared. i thought it was all just a dream.”

he held you tightly, his own emotions mirroring yours. “i’m here,” he whispered soothingly. “i’m not going anywhere. i promise.” you pulled back slightly, looking up at him with tear-streaked cheeks. “it felt so unreal when you left,” you confessed, your voice trembling. “everything seemed to lose its meaning. life was a blur of emptiness without you.”

his expression softened with empathy. He reached up and gently cupped your face, his thumb brushing away the last of your tears. “i understand,” he said quietly. “i know it was hard. but i’ve been waiting for the right time to come back to you. the cycles of the moon and the flow of time—they keep us apart, but they also guide us back to each other.” the weight of his words settled around you, providing a sense of understanding and reassurance. you were finally able to embrace the reality of his presence, the knowledge that he would be staying with you bringing a sense of peace that had been so elusive.

as you both sat down to enjoy the coffee he had prepared, the conversation flowed easily. you shared your thoughts, your fears, and your dreams, while jimin listened with unwavering attentiveness. the bond between you, though tested by time and distance, had proven resilient. the morning light filtered through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the two of you. the ordinary moment of sharing coffee felt deeply significant, a symbol of the normalcy and connection that had been restored. as you sipped your coffee and talked, the reality of his presence began to sink in, bringing with it a profound sense of relief and gratitude.

the next few days were a whirlwind of emotions and experiences, each moment with jimin feeling like a cherished gift you never wanted to take for granted. with each sunrise, you found yourself immersed in the joy of his presence, relishing in the simple pleasures of everyday life that had once felt distant and unattainable.

the next morning after his return, you and jimin decided to start the day with a visit to a local coffee shop. the crisp morning air was invigorating, a perfect contrast to the warmth of the café. as you walked side by side, the soft glow of the rising sun highlighted the familiar features of his, making everything feel wonderfully right. the café was a quaint, cozy spot with a comforting ambiance. the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the faint aroma of pastries. you both ordered your favorite drinks—his a rich caramel latte, and yours a classic cappuccino. as you settled into a corner booth, the chatter of other patrons and the gentle clinking of cups created a backdrop of contentment.

over your steaming mugs, you talked about everything and nothing—about the latest news, your favorite memories, and the dreams you held for the future. the conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter and the occasional shared silence that spoke volumes. you were acutely aware of the comfort in his presence, a soothing reminder of how deeply you had missed him.

the next day, you and him ventured out for a shopping trip. it was an ordinary activity, but with him by your side, it felt extraordinary. you wandered through bustling markets and chic boutiques, enjoying the vibrant colors and lively atmosphere. the excitement of choosing new items and trying them on was made even more delightful by his enthusiastic support and playful banter.

he picked out a few quirky accessories for you, teasing you about your fashion choices, while you returned the favor with playful critiques of his selections. the experience was filled with shared smiles and lighthearted moments. each new store was an adventure, each new purchase a symbol of your renewed connection.

for your third day together, you decided to catch a movie. the theater was a perfect escape, offering a darkened space where you could enjoy a film and the comfort of each other’s company. you chose a romantic comedy, its light-hearted plot providing a stark contrast to the deep emotions of the past days.

as you watched the film, his hand was a reassuring presence in yours, the warmth of his touch a constant reminder of his return. the shared experience of laughing at the same jokes and reacting to the scenes on screen felt both intimate and exhilarating. the night ended with a quiet stroll through the nearby park, where you talked about the film and enjoyed the peaceful surroundings.

the following day, you and him decided to spend some time at the beach. the ocean breeze was invigorating, and the sight of the vast, sparkling waters was a balm for your soul. you walked along the shore, the sand cool beneath your feet, and collected seashells, each one a small treasure of the day. he playfully challenged you to a sandcastle-building contest, his laughter ringing out as you both got more elaborate with your designs. the day was filled with the simple joy of being together, the rhythmic sound of the waves and the warmth of the sun providing a perfect backdrop. as the sun set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, you both sat on the beach, watching the horizon in contented silence.

each evening, after the day’s activities, you and him would return home, where you spent quiet moments together. whether it was cooking dinner, watching shows, or simply lying on the couch, the evenings were marked by a deep sense of contentment. the routine of preparing a meal together or sharing stories from your day became precious rituals, symbols of your renewed connection.

as the world outside was cloaked in the soft, velvety darkness of night, you and jimin found yourselves in the comforting cocoon of your living room. the day's activities had given way to the serene calm of night, and you both were curled up together on the couch, the gentle hum of a late-night movie playing softly in the background. the flickering light from the television cast a warm glow, illuminating his face in a way that made the moment feel even more intimate.

as the movie played, your conversation drifted from lighthearted topics to deeper, more reflective ones. the easy flow of words and shared laughter created an atmosphere of closeness, a space where secrets could be shared and feelings laid bare. it was during one of these quiet, reflective moments that his demeanor shifted slightly, a serious note entering his voice that caught your attention.

“there’s something i’ve been meaning to tell you,” he began, his gaze fixed on the screen but his mind clearly elsewhere. his voice was softer, almost hesitant, as if he was weighing each word before he spoke it. you turned to face him, sensing the gravity in his tone, and gave him your full attention. “i’ve been holding this in for a long time,” he continued, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on the couch cushion between you. “and i need you to know that it’s been with me since we were kids.”

you looked at him with curiosity and a hint of apprehension. “what is it?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, as if the very air between you might shatter if you spoke too loudly.

he took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your heart race. “do you remember that wedding we had when we were in elementary school?” he asked, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips. the memory came flooding back—an innocent, playful ceremony where you and him had pretended to be married, dressed up in makeshift attire and exchanging vows in the school playground. it had been a simple, childlike affair, full of giggles and the sweetness of youthful innocence.

“yes,” you replied, a soft smile tugging at your own lips as you recalled the fond memory. “i remember it well.”

his expression grew more earnest. “i didn’t take it lightly, even then. to me, it wasn’t just a game. i loved you even back then, and that feeling only grew stronger as we grew up.” the revelation hit you with a profound impact, the weight of his words settling over you. the depth of his feelings, spanning from childhood to now, was a testament to something enduring and deep. your own heart swelled with emotion, as the truth of his confession resonated with your own hidden feelings.

“i didn’t know,” you stammered, your voice choked with a mix of surprise and overwhelming affection. “i’ve always had feelings for you too. even back then, i felt something special.” the honesty in your words seemed to break through any remaining barriers between you. Jimin’s face softened, a look of relief and joy crossing his features. without another word, he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a gentle, tender kiss. the initial touch was soft and exploratory, filled with the sweetness of rediscovered love.

as the kiss deepened, the intensity of your emotions surged. jimin’s hands cupped your face, pulling you closer, while your own arms wrapped around his neck. the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this cocoon of affection. the kiss grew more heated, a passionate expression of the longing and love that had been building between you over the years. the warmth of his lips, the press of his body against yours, and the way his hands traced the contours of your back were electrifying. every touch, every movement spoke volumes of the love and desire you both felt. the kiss became a dance of shared emotions, a blend of tenderness and fervor that left you breathless.

“i’ve wanted this for so long,” he murmured, his voice husky with emotion. “to be with you like this, to finally be honest about how i feel.” you rested your forehead against his, your hands still entwined with his. “me too,” you whispered back, your voice trembling with a mix of joy and vulnerability. “i’ve missed you more than i could ever put into words.”

he continued, “i want to feel you, all of you.” his words were like a match to dry kindling, igniting the fire that had been smoldering within you all evening. you nodded, unable to form coherent words as he peeled your shirt off and tossed it aside. your skin was alive with anticipation as he leaned in, his hot breath tickling your neck before his mouth closed around the bare flesh of your tit. the sensation was too much, and you arched your back, silently begging for more. his teeth grazed your sensitive skin, sending a thrill through your body that made you gasp. he looked up, his eyes filled with a gentle fierceness that made your knees wobble. “you're so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a warm caress against your flesh. “but i want to hear you say it.”

you swallowed hard, feeling a mix of shyness and arousal. “give it to me, i'm all yours.” his smile was pure sin as he slid his hand down your stomach and unbuttoned your jeans. “good,” he breathed, his voice husky with need. “that's exactly what i was hoping for.”

with trembling hands, you helped him push the fabric down over your hips, your panties following closely behind. the cool air of the room brushed against your heated skin, sending a shiver down your spine. he stepped back, his eyes raking over your exposed body, and you felt a heady sense of power knowing you had this effect on him. he reached out, his fingertips tracing the waistband of your underwear. “may i?” you nodded, your breath coming in shallow pants. “please.”

he hooked his thumbs into the delicate lace and pulled them down, letting them fall to the floor. he knelt before you, his eyes never leaving yours, and kissed the soft skin of your inner thigh. the sensation was so intense, you had to bite your lip to keep from crying out. he continued to kiss and nibble his way up, until he reached the apex of your legs. his breath was hot against your center, and you felt your legs start to quiver. “so wet for me,” he murmured, the words sending a fresh wave of heat through you.

without warning, his mouth closed over your clit, and you had to grab onto his shoulders to stay upright. his tongue flicked and teased, sending electric currents through your body. you could feel your orgasm building, the tension coiling tight in your belly. “jimin,” you moaned, your voice thick with desire. he looked up, his eyes dark with passion. “you taste so sweet,” he said, his voice muffled against your skin. “but i want more of you.”

standing, he reached for his own belt, his movements deft and sure. he pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, revealing his erection. it was beautiful, and you couldn't help but stare. he chuckled, the sound low and deep in his chest. “need it that bad, huh?” you nodded, unable to find the words. he stepped closer, pressing himself against you, and you could feel the heat of his body, the pulse of his cock. he reached up, cradling your face in his hands. “i'm going to make you feel so good,” he promised, and you had no doubt he would.

the anticipation was unbearable, and you reached for him, pulling him closer. “now,” you demanded, your voice a desperate whisper. jimin leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both tender and claiming. his hand slid between your legs, his fingers teasing your entrance. “i need to feel all of you,” he murmured against your mouth, and with one smooth thrust, he entered you. you gasped, the sensation of him filling you up making you feel complete in a way you never had before.

the sex was raw and unfiltered, the kind of passionate, messy love-making that left no room for doubt or regret. he whispered dirty words into your ear, his hips pumping into you in a rhythm that made your toes curl. you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. you felt his hand on your tit again, squeezing and playing with the nipple, sending bolts of pleasure straight to your core. you raked your nails down his back, the slight sting of pain mixing with the overwhelming pleasure. he groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

as you approached the peak of your climax, he pulled out of your mouth and whispered, “cum for me.” and with that, you did, your body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. he followed shortly after, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside you.

for a moment, you lay there, tangled together, breathing heavily. then he leaned down, kissing you softly. “i love you,” he murmured, his voice filled with a tenderness that made your heart swell. you wrapped your arms around him, feeling the warmth of his body, the stickiness of your combined releases, and the utter contentment that came from being fully claimed by the person you adored. “i love you too,” you whispered back, and in that moment, you knew that nothing else mattered.

the morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. you awoke nestled in the warmth of jimin's embrace, his steady breathing and the soft rise and fall of his chest creating a cocoon of comfort around you. for a moment, you allowed yourself to savor the tranquility of the morning, the sweetness of being in his presence making the world outside feel distant and unimportant.

as you stretched and began to come fully awake, the sudden, insistent ringing of the doorbell pierced the calm. the sound jolted you from your peaceful state, and you carefully extricated yourself from jimin's embrace, mindful not to disturb him. the morning was supposed to be a continuation of the serenity from the night before, but the unexpected visitor threatened to disrupt that harmony.

you pulled on a robe and padded to the door, your mind still foggy from sleep. the sound of the doorbell echoed in your head as you reached the entrance, and when you opened it, your heart sank.

standing on the doorstep was your ex. his sudden appearance was a jarring shock, his presence a stark contrast to the warmth and affection you had just experienced with jimin. your blood ran cold, and your face grew pale as the reality of the situation set in. the familiarity of jungkook's face, once a source of comfort, now felt like an intrusion into the newfound peace you were trying to build.

his expression was calm, but there was a hint of concern in his eyes. “i just wanted to check up on you,” he said, his tone measured. “make sure everything is alright.” you took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. “everything is fine,” you replied, your voice firm but strained. you made an attempt to close the door, hoping to end the awkward encounter quickly.

but his hand shot out, stopping the door from closing. “are you sure?” he pressed, his gaze unwavering. “have you been taking your insomnia pills?” the question took you aback, a wave of frustration washing over you. you hadn’t been taking the pills for a while, but the reminder felt intrusive, especially now. “it’s none of your business,” you snapped, the edge in your voice betraying the annoyance and stress of the situation.

his demeanor remained calm, but his eyes held a shadow of something more serious. “you should really take them,” he said, his voice taking on a more serious tone. “remember what happened the last time you didn’t.” the vague reference to past events only heightened your irritation, and you clenched your fists, struggling to maintain your composure. “i’ll handle it,” you said tersely. “you don’t need to worry about me.”

he gave a short nod, his expression softening slightly, though his concern remained evident. “alright,” he said. “just remember to take care of yourself.” with that, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing at the door, feeling a mix of anger and unease. you watched him retreat down the walkway until he disappeared from view, the unsettling encounter leaving you with a lingering sense of discomfort.

as the morning light grew stronger, jimin stirred beside you, slowly waking up. he stretched and yawned, blinking sleepily as he met your gaze. his eyes softened with affection as he took in the sight of you, and he reached out to brush a strand of hair away from your face. “good morning,” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. “what’s wrong?”

you took a deep breath, trying to push away the remnants of the unsettling encounter with jungkook. “there was a surprise visitor this morning,” you began, your voice steady but tinged with the tension you still felt. “it was jungkook.” jimin’s expression shifted to one of concern and curiosity. “jungkook? your ex?”

you nodded, sitting down at the edge of the bed. “yeah, he showed up out of the blue, said he just wanted to check up on me. it was really unexpected and, to be honest, kind of intrusive. he asked if i'd been taking my pills, which i haven’t been.”

his brow furrowed slightly. “that’s strange. why is he still involved in your life like that?” you sighed, feeling the weight of the past pressing on you. “our relationship got pretty toxic quickly. i ended it because it was unhealthy for both of us. i thought i'd put that part of my life behind me.”

jimin reached out, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “i’m sorry you had to deal with that. but you’re here now, and everything will be okay. i promise.” the warmth of his words helped ease some of the lingering tension, and you felt a bit of the heaviness lift from your shoulders. T

the morning continued with a sense of normalcy as you both prepared breakfast together. the kitchen was filled with the comforting aroma of coffee and the sounds of clinking utensils, a gentle reminder of the simple joys you shared.

after breakfast, you decided to spend the day outdoors, choosing to visit a nearby park. the sun was shining, and the day promised to be beautiful. as you arrived at the park, jimin’s playful nature immediately came to the forefront. he seemed to relish the chance to be carefree, darting toward the swings with a childlike enthusiasm. you watched, smiling as he took to the swings, his laughter ringing out as he soared higher and higher. the sight of him, so unburdened and joyous, was a balm for the worries of the morning. for a while, it was just the two of you, surrounded by the serene beauty of the park and the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze.

however, the moment of carefree joy was interrupted when jimin, attempting a particularly daring swing, lost his balance and fell to the ground. the sound of his fall and the thud of his landing made your heart leap into your throat. you rushed over to him, panic rising as you saw him lying on the grass. you knelt beside him, your hands trembling as you checked his leg. Given the way he had fallen, you expected to see prominent bleeding or bruising. Instead, his leg seemed completely unharmed. there was no sign of injury, no blood, nothing.

jimin looked up at you with a reassuring smile. “hey, don’t worry. i'm fine,” he said, his tone calm despite the fall. “one of the effects of the lunar phases is that i'm more resistant to pain. i’ve always been able to recover quickly.” the explanation did little to ease your worry. the idea that the phases of the moon could have such an effect on him seemed surreal, almost otherworldly. you wanted to question him further, to understand more about what he meant, but you held back, sensing that it might only add to your unease.

instead, you helped him to his feet, still concerned but trying to mask your anxiety. “are you sure you’re okay?” you asked, your voice filled with worry. he nodded, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “i’m fine, really. don’t let it worry you. we can still enjoy the day.” reluctantly, you allowed yourself to relax a bit, though the encounter had left you with lingering questions. you decided to push your concerns aside for the moment, focusing instead on making the most of the rest of the day. as you continued to explore the park together, you tried to immerse yourself in the joy of hus presence, allowing the warmth of his company to overshadow the troubling thoughts that still lingered in the back of your mind.

as the evening settled in, you and jimin found yourselves on the balcony, wrapped in the gentle embrace of the night. the sky was a canvas of deep blues and scattered stars, yet the moon remained conspicuously absent. you leaned against the railing, the cool breeze brushing against your face, and glanced over at him, who stood beside you with an easy smile.

you couldn’t shake the question that had been gnawing at you for days. “jimin,” you began, your voice soft and tinged with curiosity, “why has the moon been gone ever since you came back? i thought it was supposed to be a constant presence.” he turned to you, his smile growing as he looked up at the star-speckled sky. “would you rather talk to the moon or talk to me?” he asked, his tone light and playful.

the question took you by surprise, and you turned to him, searching his face for an answer. his eyes sparkled with a mixture of mischief and tenderness, and you couldn’t help but smile at his response. “i think i’d rather talk to you,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

his expression softened as he took your hand in his, his gaze steady and warm. “i heard every word you’ve spoken since the day i passed,” he said gently. “every word, every tear, every moment of sorrow. i’ve been watching over you all this time, even when you couldn’t see me. i was there, always.”

the weight of his words settled over you like a heavy blanket, and tears began to well up in your eyes. the thought that he had been with you all along, silently listening and keeping watch, was both comforting and heartbreaking. you felt a rush of emotions, a mixture of relief and sadness, as the reality of his presence sank in. he noticed the tears that escaped down your cheeks and gently wiped them away with his thumb. “please don’t cry,” he said softly. “i’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere.”

with his reassurance, you felt a wave of calm wash over you. jimin helped you back inside, guiding you gently toward the bed. His touch was tender and reassuring, his presence a comforting balm to the lingering doubts and fears. as you settled beneath the covers, he began to sing softly, his voice carrying the melody of the song you had created together as children. the familiar tune, filled with childhood memories and shared dreams, wrapped around you like a warm embrace. the melody was soothing, its gentle rhythms lulling you into a state of peaceful relaxation.

you snuggled closer to him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest as you listened to his voice. the song’s lyrics, full of innocence and love, resonated deeply within you, evoking memories of simpler times. the combination of his soothing voice and his comforting embrace created a cocoon of safety and warmth. as the song drew to a close, you felt your eyelids growing heavy. his presence, the song, and the comfort of his embrace created the perfect setting for sleep to come gently. you allowed yourself to drift off, lulled by the harmonious blend of past and present, his gentle singing guiding you into the realm of dreams.

in the quiet of the night, as you fell asleep nestled in his arms, you found solace in the knowledge that he was there with you, that his love and presence were a constant source of strength. the moon may have been absent, but you had him, and that was more than enough. the world outside faded away as you succumbed to the peaceful embrace of sleep, content in the comfort of his arms.

the morning sun filtered softly through the curtains, waking you from a restful sleep. you stirred, stretching and reaching out for jimin, but the space beside you was empty. for a moment, you assumed he had simply woken before you, perhaps eager to explore or enjoy the day after having been away for so long. you rolled out of bed, feeling a mix of anticipation and curiosity about what he might be doing.

the house was quiet, and the usual sounds of morning activity were absent. you went about your day, preparing breakfast and tidying up, holding onto the hope that he would return soon. as hours passed, your expectation turned into mild concern. you tried calling out for him, wandering through the house and checking every room, but there was no sign of him.

by the time evening approached, the absence of jimin began to weigh heavily on you. you tried to stay calm, convincing yourself that he was simply caught up in some new experience or had been delayed. but as darkness settled and the familiar rhythm of the day gave way to the night, your sense of unease grew stronger.

with the onset of night, you decided to check the area around your house. you slipped on a coat and went out to the balcony, scanning the surroundings. the street below was eerily quiet and bathed in shadows. the usual hustle and bustle of the neighborhood seemed to have receded, leaving behind an unsettling silence. the sky above was a deep, impenetrable black, save for the full moon that hung like a solitary beacon. its light cast an ethereal glow over the landscape, starkly contrasting the darkness around it. as you looked up at the moon, something clicked in your mind. the realization hit you with a sudden, painful clarity. the full moon, so bright and so present, was the same moon that had been absent on the nights when jimin appeared.

tears began to well up in your eyes, and the gravity of the situation finally sank in. his presence had always been tied to the lunar phases, and the full moon now felt like a cruel reminder of his departure. you had been holding on to hope, clinging to the belief that he would return, but the moon’s presence now seemed to signify the end of his visit. the tears that had been held back finally flowed freely. you felt a wave of grief and despair wash over you, the loss and confusion merging into an overwhelming tide of emotion. you leaned against the railing, letting the tears fall unchecked, the moon’s light casting a cold, distant glow on your face.

the night air was cool against your skin, but you hardly noticed. the beauty of the moon seemed to mock your anguish, a stark reminder of what had been and what was now irrevocably lost. your heart ached with the realization that jimin’s return, however magical and comforting, was transient—a beautiful illusion bound by the lunar phases.

as you stood there, lost in your sorrow, you could only hope that somewhere, jimin was watching over you once more, his presence a distant but comforting memory. the full moon remained a constant in the sky, and you were left to grapple with the void that his absence had created. the night continued on, the moon’s light a silent witness to your grief, and you were left to navigate the emptiness that followed.

“i told you,” you didn't even have to turn around to know whose voice it was. the condescending, controlling tone you were so used to, it was more than enough for you to grasp onto what little was left of reality. “you should've been taking your pills.”

✧.*

a/n: this one was short ngl i'm stumped!! i had a different idea for jimin's story but it's one of those days where i'm missing jonghyun so the idea just kinda came to me

tempted (유혹) — park jimin (박지민)

✧.* 18+

love, in its purest form, was an ethereal dance between two souls that transcended the physical realm. it was the whispered secret shared between the stars and the moon, the silent promise that echoed in the heartbeats of those destined to find one another. soulmates were not just lovers but mirrors reflecting the deepest parts of ourselves—our hopes, fears, dreams, and shadows. they were the gentle caress in the quiet moments, the unwavering support in times of turmoil, and the spark that ignited the fire within us to be more, to feel more, to live more.

the bond between soulmates was an intricate tapestry woven with threads of fate, time, and serendipity. each thread represented a moment, a memory, a shared breath that brought them closer together, intertwining their lives in ways that defied logic and reason. it was a connection felt in the marrow of one's bones, a magnetic pull that drew two individuals together despite the miles, the years, the obstacles that lay between them.

but as we looked closer, we began to see the delicate, almost fragile nature of this connection. love, we realized, was a mere feeling—a powerful, all-consuming emotion, yet still a feeling. it was something that existed in the softest corners of our hearts, in the whispered three words, and the stolen glances, and yet it was fleeting, ephemeral. it was an entity that could lift us to the heavens one moment and leave us stranded in the abyss the next. love was something existent yet nonexistent, a paradox that defined the human experience.

in the end, love was a feeling—nothing more, nothing less. it was a sensation that, while real and profound, was also transient, capable of fading away like the morning mist. love was, and always would be, a testament to the beauty and fragility of human connection.

but what good did that do, when you didn't believe in it? you watched your parents' marriage crumble, each piece of their once-shared life falling apart like a house of cards in a storm. the warmth that had once filled your home turned cold, replaced by silence and resentment. you spent most of your life blaming your mother, seeing her as the catalyst for the disintegration of the love you once knew. her actions, her decisions, her words—all seemed to be the threads unraveling the fabric of your family.

yet, as time went on, you began to see the truth more clearly. in the end, it took two to tango. your father was not without fault; his silence, his absence, his own choices played just as significant a role. the love that once seemed unbreakable had been weakened by both their hands, by misunderstandings and unmet needs, by the slow erosion of patience and kindness. it was a dance they both had learned to stumble through, each step further away from harmony.

the corridors of your new school stretched before you like a labyrinth of polished floors and pristine walls, echoing with the muted whispers of privilege. this high-end, private institution was a realm of immaculate uniforms and designer handbags, a place where status was measured not just by wealth but by the veneer of propriety. you had the fortune to attend this school because of your mother's money, a privilege that came with its own set of burdens. with more money came higher prices, not just in currency but in reputation and expectation.

you had transferred there, seeking refuge from the torment that had plagued your previous school. the memories of harassment lingered like shadows in your mind. the taunts of those girls echoed in your ears, their voices dripping with cruelty. “look at her, the daughter of a hostess. like mother, like daughter, huh?” their words were knives, each one aimed to cut deeper than the last. you remembered the sting of cold water as your head was dunked in the sink, the bitter taste of humiliation as you struggled to breathe. your locker had been defaced with vile words—“slut,” “whore,” “like mother like daughter”—each insult scrawled in angry letters. and the final blow, the moment that broke your resolve, was when your lunch was dumped on you in the cafeteria, laughter ringing in your ears as you stood there, drenched in shame.

the move had been meant to be a fresh start, a chance to escape the ghosts of your past. but even here, the whispers never ceased. as you walked down the halls, you could hear them, soft and insidious, just out of reach. your friend, walked beside you, her presence a comforting anchor in the sea of judgment. “ignore them,” she would say, her voice steady. “most of their families are involved in worse things.” you nodded, offering her a reassuring smile. “i’ll be fine,” you told her, even as the whispers brushed against your skin like a cold breeze.

jisoo’s eyes flickered to the designer handbag slung over your shoulder. “nice bag,” she complimented, a genuine smile lighting up her face. “thanks,” you replied, your smile small but sincere.

she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “you know, money isn’t forever. you should consider getting engaged soon.” you shook your head, the idea almost laughable. “no way. i don’t believe in love. it doesn’t exist.”

jisoo raised an eyebrow, a knowing glint in her eye. “duh. why do you think people get married for money?” the absurdity of it all brought laughter to your lips, a rare sound in the cold halls of this school. the two of you laughed together, a moment of genuine connection amidst the façade. you walked down the halls side by side, her presence a reminder that even in the midst of whispers and judgment, there were still moments of light to hold onto.

jimin stood basking in the midday sun, the golden rays highlighting the flawless contours of his face. he was surrounded by his friends, an entourage of privileged and spoiled teenagers who reveled in their own opulence. among them was his girlfriend and the undisputed queen of their circle. sua thrived on attention, money, and the luxuries that her wealth afforded her. her laugh was a sharp, crystalline sound, slicing through the air as she regaled her audience with yet another tale of her extravagant exploits.

it was then that you walked by, your presence commanding a quiet elegance that contrasted starkly with the raucous group. the sunlight caressed your features, illuminating your every step with a radiance that caught jimin's eye. he watched you, his gaze unyielding, captivated by the sight of you moving through the world with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly. “who’s that?” one of his friends asked, breaking the spell as his curious eyes followed jimin’s line of sight.

sua’s eyes narrowed as she traced jimin’s unwavering gaze. her expression faltered, and a wave of unease washed over her. the pit of her stomach dropped as she laid eyes on you. scoffing, she tried to mask her discomfort with disdain. “you must be living under a rock if you don’t know who that is.” her words only heightened the tension among the group. jimin’s friend looked genuinely puzzled. “who?”

with a withering look, she introduced your name, her tone dripping with condescension. “that’s the daughter of the hostess club owner. her mother used to work there too.” disbelief rippled through the group. whispers spread like wildfire, but jimin’s gaze remained locked on you, unblinking, as if you were the only person in the world. “you’re serious?” his friend’s voice was incredulous.

sua continued, her voice louder now, tinged with a cruel satisfaction. “yeah, her mother owned an underground hostess club. it was part of poseidon hotel until it got shut down. then her husband divorced her.” the shock among their friends was palpable. “what’s she doing here, then?”

she scoffed, her eyes glinting with malicious glee. “she must’ve thought this school was a safe haven.” she paused, a sneer curling her lips. “but she’s dead wrong.”

jimin barely registered a word she said. his focus was entirely on you, a smile slowly forming on his lips. he watched you as you walked, each step you took reinforcing his fascination. in that moment, you were the epitome of resilience and grace, a stark contrast to the superficiality surrounding him. and as the whispers and judgments swirled around him, he found himself more drawn to you than ever, intrigued by the story that lay beneath your serene exterior.

as you walked through the sunlit halls, a sense of calm washed over you despite the whispers and sideways glances. you were accustomed to the stares, the judgment, the endless cycle of whispers that followed you like a shadow. yet, as you moved forward, you felt a pair of eyes on you that seemed different—intense, unwavering.

you turned your head slightly and your eyes met his. jimin’s gaze was piercing, a curious mix of intrigue and admiration. his presence was magnetic, and for a moment, everything else faded into the background. the noise, the whispers, the world—it all seemed to vanish as you locked eyes with him. “jisoo, who is that?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

she glanced in the direction you were looking and scoffed, her disdain evident. “that’s jimin. son of park and co.,” she said, her tone dripping with disbelief. “he’s obnoxious, selfish, and a complete pain in the ass. not to mention, he’s dating kang sua. they’re both equally corrupt—a match made in heaven.” you glanced back at him, who hadn’t taken his eyes off you. his friends, taehyung and jaebum, were laughing and joking around him, their behavior loud and almost childlike. jisoo noticed the way your gaze lingered on jimin and sighed.

“look,” she said, her voice firm, “keep your distance from him. his type is nothing but trouble.” the bell rang, signaling the end of your brief moment of curiosity. she tugged gently at your arm, her voice softening. “come on, it’s time for class.”

you followed her, your thoughts lingering on jimin’s gaze and the strange connection you felt in that brief moment. the halls were bustling with students heading to their next classes, but your mind was elsewhere, replaying the encounter over and over. jisoo kept talking, her voice a steady stream of background noise as she led you through the corridors. “trust me, you don’t want to get involved with him or his friends. they’re all bad news.”

you nodded absently, but the memory of his eyes—intense and unwavering—remained with you. as you took your seat in the classroom, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of something far more complex and intertwined than you could have ever anticipated.

class began, and the room settled into a hush as the professor walked to the front and began writing on the board. her chalk traced out a single word in elegant, flowing script. love. the silence deepened as she turned to face the class, her expression thoughtful. “today, we’ll discuss the principle of love,” she announced, her voice carrying a gentle authority. “i want to hear your opinions, your experiences, your definitions. love is complex, multifaceted, and personal. let’s start with you, kang sua.”

sua straightened in her seat, her demeanor poised and confident. “love conquers all,” she declared, her voice smooth and rehearsed. “it’s the most powerful force in the world. when you truly love someone, you can overcome any obstacle together.” the professor nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “thank you, sua. that’s a very traditional perspective.” she turned to another student. “jung jisoo, how about you?”

she grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “love is just a contract. there should be money involved to make it worthwhile,” she quipped, earning a ripple of laughter from the class. the professor chuckled, shaking her head slightly. “always the pragmatist, jisoo. alright, park jimin, what’s your take on love?”

his gaze was still fixed on you, his eyes unreadable. “love is cruel, blind, and unexpected,” he said, his voice steady and low. “especially at first sight.” sua scoffed next to him, her irritation evident, but he didn’t waver, his eyes never leaving yours. the professor’s eyes followed jimin’s gaze to you, and she smiled warmly. “and what about our new student? would you like to share your thoughts on love?”

you felt a dozen pairs of eyes on you as you stood up, but you kept your composure. “love is just an illusion,” you began, your voice soft but clear. “it’s a beautiful, intricate mirage that we chase, believing it will fulfill us. but in the end, it’s fleeting and fragile, existing only as long as we believe in it. it's precisely why we shouldn't believe in it.” the room was silent for a moment, absorbing your words. the professor nodded, her eyes thoughtful. “thank you. such a variety of perspectives. love truly is a complex subject.”

as you took your seat, you turned slightly and locked eyes with jimin. his expression softened, and he offered you a sweet smile that seemed to hold a thousand unspoken words. next to him, sua’s glare was sharp and unyielding, her eyes filled with a mix of jealousy and disdain. the rest of the class passed in a blur, your thoughts tangled with the exchange of ideas and the intensity of jimin’s gaze. the whispers and judgments seemed to fade into the background, replaced by a new, inexplicable connection that left you feeling both intrigued and wary.

the bell rang, its sharp chime echoing through the classroom. students began to gather their belongings, the hum of conversation rising as they prepared to exit. you stood up, feeling the weight of their lingering gazes, and gathered your books. as you moved towards the door, you caught sight of sua stopping jimin, her manicured hand lightly gripping his arm.

“jimin, wait,” she said, her voice smooth but edged with irritation. he paused, turning to face her. she adjusted the collar of his shirt, her eyes narrowing as she spoke. “you seemed to be lost in thought at the sight of her,” she remarked, her glare piercing. “is she that pretty?”

he shook his head slightly, his expression guarded. “it’s not that,” he replied, his voice calm. her lips curled into a thin smile. “a shame, because i had a proposal for you.”

his curiosity was piqued. “what is it?”

sua tilted her head, her eyes never leaving his. “do you love me?” she asked, her tone deceptively sweet. his gaze softened. “of course, i do.”

she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “then if you love me, you’ll do me this favor.” his brows furrowed. “what do you want?”

her eyes flickered with a dangerous gleam. “the hostess’s daughter seemed to have a poor outlook on love,” she began, her words dripping with malice. “tempt her, make her feel loved.” jimin’s eyes widened in disbelief. “are you serious?”

her smile grew colder. “tempt her, and break her down even more,” she continued, her voice unwavering. “only if you love me.”

jimin hesitated, his gaze searching her face. “why do you hate her so much?” he asked quietly. her expression darkened, her eyes briefly clouded with an emotion she quickly masked. “don’t worry about it,” she replied, her tone dismissive. “i just need to know whose side you’re on.”

his jaw tightened, a storm of conflicting emotions swirling within him. after a moment, he nodded. “alright, sua. i’ll do my best.” her smile returned, her grip on his arm loosening. “good,” she said, satisfaction evident in her voice. “that’s all i needed to hear.”

as they walked out of the classroom together, you watched them, unaware of the twisted plan unfolding. jimin’s eyes met yours one last time, his expression unreadable, while sua’s glare remained cold and calculating. the weight of the coming days hung heavily in the air, the delicate balance of your new life poised on the edge of a precipice.

as you walked towards the bathroom, the bustling noise of the school faded behind you. the bathroom was a surprising oasis of cleanliness and elegance, its marble countertops and polished fixtures starkly contrasting with the chaos you had just left. you approached the mirror, touching up your makeup with practiced precision, the brush of lipstick creating a vivid red against your lips.

the sound of heels clicking on the tiled floor interrupted your solitude. you glanced up in the reflection and saw sua’s cold, piercing gaze meeting yours. she walked with deliberate steps to the sink beside yours, her movements graceful and deliberate. she pulled out a tube of lipstick from her designer makeup set and began applying it with the same meticulous care you had shown moments before.

her eyes flickered to you, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. “dior?” she said, her tone dripping with condescension. “expensive lipstick. seems like you have taste.” you met her gaze in the mirror, lifting an eyebrow. “yeah, seems like you do too,” you replied, nodding towards her own luxurious makeup set.

for a brief moment, her expression softened, and she gave you a polite nod. “thank you,” she said, the hint of warmth in her voice seeming almost genuine. but her demeanor changed abruptly, the warmth vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. “only mine wasn’t bought with the money of a whore,” she added, her voice laced with venom. “can you believe it?”

without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and walked out, her heels clicking sharply as she disappeared down the hallway. you stood frozen, the sting of her words lingering as you stared at your reflection, struggling to process the encounter. as you made your way towards your locker, trying to shake off the shock, you heard a new voice call out behind you. “ignore her. she isn’t worth it.”

you turned to find jimin approaching, a smile on his face that seemed almost too genuine. you raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident in your gaze. “that’s not a nice thing to say about your girlfriend.” his smile widened, but there was a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “she isn’t my girlfriend, can you believe it?” he said, his voice carrying an edge of amusement.

you stared at him, disbelief etched on your face. “she isn’t?” jimin shook his head. “no, she was nothing more than a friend. nothing more,” he reiterated, his tone casual but loaded with meaning.

you nodded slowly, taking in the revelation. the weight of his words settled over you, but before you could respond, he continued. “i heard your speech in class. isn’t that a bit pessimistic of you?” you scoffed, shaking your head slightly. “there’s a difference between pessimism and realism,” you said, your voice carrying an edge of finality. with that, you turned on your heel and walked away, your thoughts swirling with the day’s events. he watched you leave, his smile fading into a thoughtful expression. the challenge of seducing you, he realized, was more complex than he had anticipated.

as you navigated the bustling halls and classrooms of your new school, jimin's presence remained a constant, subtle influence. each encounter seemed to unravel new layers of his enigmatic demeanor. one afternoon, you dropped your pencil as you were collecting your things from your desk. jimin, who had been seated nearby, swiftly picked it up and extended it towards you with a polite smile.

“you dropped this,” he said softly, his eyes meeting yours with a glint of genuine warmth. “thank you,” you replied, accepting the pencil. the gesture, though small, felt surprisingly considerate.

a few days later, you were walking through the school courtyard when jimin approached you. his gaze lingered on your hair, which had been styled into soft waves that day. “your hair looks great today,” he said casually, his voice smooth and appreciative. “it suits you.” you glanced at him, taken aback by the compliment. “thanks,” you said, a faint smile tugging at your lips.

later that week, as you were struggling with a particularly heavy door while juggling your books, he appeared beside you, effortlessly holding the door open. “need some help?” he asked, his tone light but his gaze steady. you nodded, murmuring a grateful “yes, please,” as you passed through the door. he held it open until you were safely through, his smile never wavering. “no problem,” he said, his tone as warm as his smile.

despite his seemingly small acts of chivalry, you remained cautious, unsure of his true intentions. as the sun began to set, you walked home with jisoo by your side. the day’s interactions with jimin weighed heavily on your mind. jisoo turned to you with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity. “i can’t believe he was—so nice to you,” she said, her brows furrowing. “and he said he isn’t dating sua?”

you nodded, still processing the events. “yeah, he told me he wasn’t dating her. it was surprising.” she shook her head, her skepticism evident. “i swear i saw them holding hands. maybe i was wrong. it’s hard to keep track of everyone’s alliances here.”

as you neared your home, the familiar, somewhat shabby house came into view. jisoo practically burst through the door, greeting your mother with a burst of enthusiasm. “hi, mrs. (l/n)! it’s so good to see you!” your mother looked up from her work, her expression softening slightly as she took in jisoo’s exuberance. “at least one of you is happy to see me,” she remarked, her voice carrying a hint of wistfulness.

you forced a smile, though the tension between you and your mother still lingered beneath the surface. her activities had tainted the perception others had of you, casting a long shadow over your life. though you had ceased to resent her, the scars of the past remained. your mother turned to jisoo, her demeanor brightening. “are you staying the night?”

she nodded enthusiastically, her smile radiant. “yes, i am. i’ll help with lunch, too.” as she hugged you warmly, you couldn’t help but appreciate her presence. her support was a comforting constant in the whirlwind of your new life. the door closed behind you, the evening settling into a quiet rhythm of familiarity and routine, punctuated by the soft, reassuring hum of home.

the aroma of homemade dishes filled the kitchen as you, jisoo, and your mother gathered around the dining table. the meal was a comforting array of flavors, a stark contrast to the coldness of the school environment. laughter and the clinking of cutlery provided a soothing background to the conversation.

jisoo broke the comfortable silence, in a lively manner. “oh, by the way, i almost forgot to tell you,” she began, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she turned to your mother. “your daughter has a not-so-secret admirer.”

you shot her a warning glance, your cheeks flushing slightly. “knock it off,” you warned, trying to downplay the remark. your mother, who had been quietly enjoying her meal, looked up with an intrigued expression. “really?” she asked, her tone a mixture of curiosity and surprise. “who is it?”

you shrugged, attempting to brush off the topic. “it’s nobody important. he was just being nice.” your mother’s eyes narrowed slightly, her interest clearly piqued. “being nice is more than enough given the reputation our family has. who is it?”

jisoo chimed in before you could intervene. “it’s park jimin, the son of park and co.” at the mention of the name, your mother’s expression shifted noticeably. her eyes widened slightly, and a fleeting look of discomfort crossed her face. “is that true?” she asked, her voice laced with apprehension.

you shook your head, feeling a pang of frustration as you shot jisoo a stern glare. “he’s just being nice, mom. nothing more.” your mother’s expression remained tense, and she murmured, almost to herself, “let’s hope that’s all it is.” you chose not to press the issue further, sensing that there was more to her reaction than she was willing to share. the conversation veered back to more mundane topics, but the earlier unease lingered in the air.

as the meal continued, your phone buzzed on the table, drawing your attention. you glanced at the screen and saw a message from an unknown number. the text was brief, its content ambiguous: “you looked gorgeous today.” your heart skipped a beat, and you felt a rush of curiosity mixed with apprehension. the timing was too coincidental, given the conversation you’d just had. you stared at the message for a moment, trying to process the sudden shift in your day.

jisoo noticed your distraction and leaned in, her curiosity evident. “who’s that?” you hesitated before replying, “it’s just someone from school.” you kept your tone casual, though the tension of the moment was hard to ignore. your mother looked at you with a mixture of concern and curiosity, but she didn’t press further. the conversation resumed, but the atmosphere had changed subtly. the content of the message weighed on your mind, leaving you to ponder.

as the evening settled into a calm hush, you retreated to your room, a sanctuary of tranquility amidst the day's turmoil. the room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a lamp casting gentle shadows on the walls. jisoo, lounging comfortably on your bed, was indulging in a face mask, her eyes peeking out from behind the mask’s fabric.

you sat at your desk, absorbed in the glow of your laptop screen, fingers poised over the keyboard. the message from jimin lingered in your mind, and you began typing a reply, seeking clarity. “how did you get my number?” you inquired, your fingers hesitating slightly as you considered the implications of his response.

from her spot on the bed, jisoo watched you intently, her curiosity barely contained. “so, who’s the mysterious texter?” she asked, her voice muffled by the mask. you sighed, glancing at her. “it’s jimin. somehow, he managed to get my number.”

her eyes widened in surprise, and she adjusted her face mask, which had slipped askew. “how'd he get your number? do you have any idea?” you shook your head. “that’s what i’m trying to figure out.”

the reply from jimin arrived almost immediately. the message was as enigmatic as ever: “a gentleman never reveals his tricks.” you chuckled softly at the message, finding a hint of amusement in his playful secrecy. jisoo, intrigued, leaned closer. “did he reply?”

you nodded, reading out his words. “he said, ‘a gentleman never reveals his tricks.’” her eyebrows shot up, her expression a mix of disbelief and concern. “what a psycho. what if he’s watching us right now?”

you laughed lightly, shaking your head. “lay off the slasher movies. i’m sure he’s not lurking around.” you climbed into bed next to her, feeling the comfort of her presence.

her face was a mask of worry, despite the relaxation of the evening. “i’m serious,” she said, her voice earnest. “you should really avoid people like him. they’re trouble.” you turned on your side to face her, the warmth of the room contrasting with the tension of your conversation. “there’s something about him that draws me in,” you admitted, your voice soft but resolute.

she scoffed, her expression both teasing and concerned. “it’s just hormones. you’re probably caught up in the excitement of it all. maybe you should consider visiting a priest or something.” you gave her a playful shove, though her words resonated with a kernel of truth. “oh, come on. it’s not that serious.” despite the light-hearted banter, a part of you recognized the challenge of avoiding someone like jimin. his presence, enigmatic and alluring, had already begun to weave itself into the fabric of your daily life, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the pull he exerted on you.

the morning sun cast a golden glow over the school's fields as students gathered for their physical education class. the crisp air carried with it a sense of anticipation and a touch of chill. you walked alongside jisoo, who was grumbling with an exaggerated sigh. “running around at eight in the morning is basically child slavery,” she complained, her voice dripping with melodrama.

you chuckled, finding amusement in her theatrics. “use that for your college essay. sounds like a hit.” she shot you a playful glare before returning to her grumbling. “and these skirts are way too short for this kind of weather. i can practically feel my ovaries freezing.”

you laughed, shaking your head. “you should sell them while they’re frozen.” as you approached the equipment, your gaze fell upon jimin. he stood on the court in a crisp white shirt and sweatpants, the sunlight highlighting the confident smile on his lips as he noticed you. you met his gaze with a smile of your own, but jisoo’s whining pulled you back to the present. “that’s not a bad idea,” she muttered as you both moved to grab the tennis rackets.

the field was soon filled with the rhythmic thwack of tennis balls and the shuffling of sneakers against the ground. you and jisoo took your positions, the coach calling out encouragements and praise as you warmed up, suggesting you to join the team. you excelled at tennis, each stroke precise and powerful, as though the sport was second nature to you. the coach’s praise was a testament to your skill, and he urged you to consider joining the team. jisoo, panting slightly, looked at you with a mix of admiration and exhaustion. “you should definitely do it,” she encouraged, her voice earnest.

before you could offer her help, a voice interrupted your concentration. you turned to see jimin standing nearby, his eyes gleaming with a challenge. “star player,” he called out, “how about you play against me?” surprise flickered across your face, but you nodded, accepting the challenge. the students gathered around, their murmurs and cheers creating a buzz of excitement in the air. the court became a stage, with the intensity of the match drawing everyone’s attention.

the game began, and you and jimin faced each other across the net. his movements were fluid and graceful, but there was a distinct edge to his play—a blend of skill and a hint of showmanship. each serve he delivered was precise, each return a test of your agility and strategy. you matched him stroke for stroke, your rackets slicing through the air with practiced ease. his eyes never left you as the match progressed. he adapted to your style, countering your moves with surprising finesse. the rally between you was a dance of athleticism and precision, the sound of the ball against the racket a rhythmic accompaniment to the growing tension. sweat glistened on both your foreheads as the game pushed both of you to your limits.

in a final, exhilarating exchange, you executed a perfect cross-court shot that jimin couldn’t quite reach. the ball landed just inside the boundary, and the whistle blew, signaling the end of the match. the crowd erupted into applause, their cheers blending into a single, enthusiastic roar.

he approached you, his smile genuine and admiring. “congrats,” he said, his voice warm. “you really are the star player.” you met his gaze, smiling in return. “you’re the star opponent.”

jisoo, standing beside you, couldn’t resist a final jab. “looks like he finally found something he sucks at,” she scoffed, her tone playful. he laughed, the sound light and carefree. “i’ll take that as a compliment,” he replied, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before he joined his friends.

you and jisoo sat in the bustling cafeteria, the noise of lunchtime chatter surrounding you. as you indulged in your lunch, you both found yourselves engrossed in a seemingly pointless debate. “so, if you could choose between never having to sleep again or never needing to eat again, which would you pick?” she asked, her tone light and her gaze almost empty-headed.

you considered it for a moment before responding, “definitely never needing to eat again. imagine all the time you’d save.” she laughed, shaking her head. “think of all the delicious food you’d miss out on. i’d choose sleep, no contest.”

as you continued your discussion, sua and her entourage swept into the cafeteria, their presence commanding attention. her eyes narrowed when she spotted you, a smirk spreading across her lips. she strode over with an air of practiced arrogance, her friends trailing behind. without a word, she plopped down across from you, her eyes glinting with a mixture of challenge and disdain. jisoo, clearly unimpressed, looked up from her meal. “what do you want?”

her smile widened, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “up to your friend. is bottle service included?” the cafeteria buzzed with murmurs and sidelong glances, the scene quickly drawing attention. you raised an eyebrow, matching her tone with a taunting edge. “how about a lap dance? is that enough?”

her expression darkened, her eyes flashing with irritation. “you seem cheap enough for one,” she snapped. with a sudden, aggressive motion, she pushed your tray onto your lap, sending your food tumbling onto your clothes. the sudden mess caused a gasp to ripple through the nearby tables. jisoo’s face turned pale with anger. “you must be out of your mind,” she growled, her voice trembling with rage.

before she could escalate the situation further, the cafeteria fell into an uneasy silence as jimin walked in, his presence instantly commanding attention. he scanned the room, his eyes quickly locking onto the commotion at your table. “what’s going on here?” he asked, his voice carrying a note of authority. sua’s lips curled into a smirk as she replied, “just closing a deal.”

his gaze flickered between sua and you, a look of concern crossing his features. without waiting for her response, he reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her aside. his tone was firm and edged with frustration. “are you done here?” she huffed, her expression defiant. “i haven’t even started.”

jimin glanced back at your table, his eyes searching for you, but you had already stood up, brushing off the remnants of food from your clothes and gathering your things. you felt jisoo’s concerned gaze on you as you hurriedly made your way out of the cafeteria. he turned back to sua, his expression serious. “tone it down,” he said tersely. he began to follow in your direction, his concern palpable.

as he followed you, the cafeteria’s murmur of astonishment faded into the background, leaving you to navigate the hallways with a mixture of determination and unease. jisoo stayed close behind, her presence a comforting reminder of the support you had. you didn’t stick around to see what happened next. you slipped out of the cafeteria, the humiliation burning in your cheeks. you found yourself in an empty hallway, scrubbing at the stains on your skirt and blouse with a moist tissue. the tears threatened to spill over, but you fought them back, determined not to let sua win.

“you’re doing it wrong.”

the voice startled you, and you looked up to see jimin approaching. he knelt beside you, gently taking the tissue from your hand. “let me,” he said softly, wiping your uniform with surprising precision and gentleness. “she’s just jealous of you, you know,” he murmured as he worked.

you scoffed, shaking your head. “she has nothing to be jealous of.” he glanced up at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “that’s what you think.”

you watched him, the way his hands moved with careful attention, and a strange sensation stirred within you. it was something you couldn’t quite name, something warm and fluttering in your chest and stomach. “why are you being so nice to me?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “given my reputation and all.”

he paused, his eyes meeting yours. “everyone has their flaws,” he said simply. he smiled again, a genuine, heartwarming smile. “it wouldn’t be fair for such a pretty girl to have no flaws, right?” the unexpected compliment made you feel a rush of emotions. you couldn’t help but smile back at him, the warmth spreading through you. his kindness felt like a beacon of light in your turbulent world, and you found yourself drawn to him in a way you hadn’t anticipated.

the biology classroom buzzed with the low hum of student chatter, the scent of textbooks and lingering antiseptic filling the air. you took your seat beside jisoo, still feeling the sting of the cafeteria incident, though you tried to push it to the back of your mind. she leaned over, her voice a quiet murmur. “are you okay? i swear, i’ll kill her for what she did.”

you managed a small smile, the ghost of amusement flickering in your eyes. “i’m fine. i’ll even help you hide the body.” she grinned, though the worry didn’t leave her eyes. before either of you could say more, the professor strode into the room, commanding immediate attention. he was a tall, thin man with a perpetually serious expression, his glasses perched precariously on the edge of his nose.

“good afternoon, class,” he began, his voice cutting through the remaining whispers. “today, we’re starting a new project, one that will make up half of your final grade.” a collective groan rippled through the room, jisoo’s being the loudest.

“i hate science,” she muttered beside you. “everyone should just turn to God instead.” you might have laughed at her comment, but your attention was elsewhere. across the room, jimin sat with a soft smile playing on his lips, his eyes locking onto yours. the connection was brief but charged, a silent exchange that made your heart skip a beat.

the professor continued, oblivious to the undercurrents running through his classroom. “this project will involve both theoretical research and practical application. you will be studying various biological processes and their implications. each pair will be assigned a specific topic, which you’ll need to explore in depth. your presentation should include a detailed report and a demonstration of your findings.”

as he spoke, you barely registered his words, your mind preoccupied with the inexplicable pull towards jimin. it wasn’t until jisoo’s exaggerated whine broke through your thoughts that you snapped back to reality. “that’s not fair,” she protested. you turned to her, puzzled. “what are you talking about?”

her eyes were wide with disbelief as she leaned closer. “you’ve been partnered up with jimin.” your gaze flicked back to him, who was still looking at you with that infuriatingly soft smile. the professor’s voice droned on, repeating the importance of the project and its significant impact on your final grade.

next to jimin, sua scoffed loudly enough for those nearby to hear. “you must be ecstatic,” she spat. he turned to her, his expression a mix of frustration and confusion. “i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

she sneered, her eyes cold. “i see the way you look at her.” his frustration was evident as he shot back, “i’m only doing what you wanted.” her sneer deepened, but there was something in her eyes, a flicker of something almost like hurt, that she quickly masked with disdain. the tension between them was palpable, and you couldn’t help but feel caught in the crossfire of their unspoken conflict.

as the class went on, the professor handed out assignment sheets, detailing the topics and expectations for each pair. you glanced at the paper, trying to focus on the task at hand, but your mind kept drifting back to jimin. there was something about him, something beyond his charming smile and easy demeanor, that intrigued you. after class, jisoo grabbed your arm, her expression a mix of worry and excitement. “are you okay with this? i mean, working with him?”

you nodded slowly, still processing the unexpected turn of events. “i guess i don’t have much of a choice, do i?” she sighed, shaking her head. “just be careful, okay? i don’t trust him. or sua, for that matter.”

you squeezed her hand reassuringly. “i’ll be fine. it’s just a project.” but even as you said the words, you knew that it was more than just a project. it was an entanglement, a thread pulling you deeper into a web of intrigue and emotion. and as you walked out of the classroom, jimin’s gaze followed you, a silent promise of complications yet to come.

the library was a sanctuary of quiet, filled with the scent of old books and the soft rustling of pages turning. you wandered the aisles, collecting the necessary books for your biology project, the weight of their knowledge promising to lighten your academic burden. reaching for a particularly thick volume on a high shelf, you stretched on your toes, your fingers just grazing the spine when a hand reached up beside yours and plucked it effortlessly.

turning to protest, you found yourself face to face with jimin. he handed you the book with a small, teasing smile. “here you go,” he said. “thanks,” you replied, taking the book and trying to ignore the flutter in your chest. you moved to find a table, and he followed, his presence a constant, warm shadow.

as you settled into your seats, he broke the silence. “i have to admit, i don’t know much about biology. to be honest, it’s all a bit of a mystery to me.” you laughed, the sound light and genuine. “don’t worry, i’ll get you through it.”

you opened the books and began taking notes, trying to focus on the complex terms and diagrams. jimin, however, seemed more interested in watching you. every so often, you’d catch him glancing your way, a soft, thoughtful look in his eyes. at one point, he peered over your shoulder, reading aloud from the book.

“‘oxytocin,’” he said, his voice low and smooth, “‘a hormone that contributes to the biological process that stimulates the feeling of love.’” for a second, your eyes met, and a rush of warmth spread through you. you tried to push past it, scoffing lightly. “see? it’s just hormones.”

he leaned back in his chair, an amused glint in his eyes. “you really don’t believe in love, do you?” you hesitated, the question cutting deeper than you expected. shaking your head, you tried to muster a nonchalant response. “not really.”

his curiosity piqued, he leaned in closer, folding his arms over the book. “why not?” for the first time, someone had actually asked why, and it took you a moment to find your voice. your heart beat a little faster as you began. “because—”

you paused, the memories flooding back. “i used to believe in it, while my parents were together. then, my mother did what she did.” you laughed, but there was no humor in it. “it seemed like nothing was more important than money. not shame, not her family. and when dad left us, it ruined me, but all she cared about was making money.”

his expression softened, and he reached out to take your hand. his touch was gentle, sending shockwaves through you. “that sounds rough, but it won’t always be rough. if you’re not tempted by the wrong things, you’ll always end up with the right things.” you couldn’t help but ease into the warmth of his hand, the connection grounding you. “how do we know what the right thing is?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

jimin smiled, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. “you’ll know when you feel it.” and in that moment, you swore you felt it. the sincerity in his eyes, the warmth of his touch—it was like a spark of something genuine, something real. for the first time in a long while, you allowed yourself to believe, if only for a fleeting second, that maybe, just maybe, there was something more.

the sun dipped low in the sky as you walked home, the air crisp and cool, carrying the scents of autumn. jimin strolled beside you, his hands tucked casually in his pockets. the conversation flowed easily, punctuated by comfortable silences that felt more like shared moments of understanding than lapses. as your house came into view, you turned to say goodbye, but your words caught in your throat as your mother stepped out onto the porch.

her face lit up with a welcoming smile. “you’re back later than usual,” she remarked, before turning her gaze to jimin. “and who might this be?”

he smiled politely and took a step forward. “i’m sorry, ma’am. we were studying together. i’m park jimin.” for a moment, your mother’s face seemed to freeze, her smile faltering as she examined him closely. “you look so much like your father,” she murmured, shaking her head as if to clear away old memories. her smile returned, albeit a bit more strained. “would you like to stay over for lunch, jimin?”

you blinked, glancing between the two of them, taken aback by her invitation. his laughter was nervous but genuine as he nodded. “i’d love to. thank you.”

inside, the house was warm, the kitchen filled with the comforting aroma of simmering soup and freshly baked bread. you helped your mother set the table, the clinking of dishes a soothing background noise. when you placed a bowl in front of jimin, your eyes met, and your heart fluttered inexplicably.

lunch was a quiet, intimate affair. your mother had outdone herself, serving a hearty meal that seemed to ease some of the tension in the air. jimin praised the food, and your mother’s smile was genuine this time, the warmth in her eyes reflecting her pride. “so, jimin,” your mother began, her tone conversational but probing, “i suppose you’ve heard about the scandal.”

he paused, his spoon halfway to his mouth, before setting it down gently. “i’ve heard a bit, yes,” he replied, his voice careful. “but it’s nothing to worry about. these things blow over soon enough.” you tensed at the mention of it, your appetite waning. your mother noticed and gave you a reassuring look before turning back to him. “you’re quite understanding. my daughter mentioned you not too long ago.”

you felt your cheeks burn as you scolded her softly, “mom, please.” jimin’s eyes sparkled with amusement, and he turned to you, an eyebrow raised. “oh, really?”

your embarrassment deepened, and you stammered, “it’s not a big deal.” your mother shook her head, her smile unwavering. “she’s never talked about a boy in her life. this is a big deal.”

jimin’s smile widened, his heart fluttering at the mention. “well, i’m honored,” he said softly, his gaze holding yours a moment longer than necessary. as the meal progressed, the conversation flowed easily. your mother seemed to warm up to him, her initial wariness melting away in the face of his genuine charm. he spoke about his interests, his plans for the future, and every so often, his eyes would flicker to you, as if seeking your approval.

as lunch came to an end, you found yourself reluctant to see jimin go. there was something about his presence that felt comforting, like a balm to your frayed nerves. when he finally stood to leave, your mother pressed a container of leftovers into his hands, insisting he take it. “thank you for having me,” he said, his voice sincere. “i really appreciate it.”

as you walked him to the door, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of longing. “thank you for today,” you said softly. he smiled, his eyes warm. “thank you for having me. i’ll see you at school?”

you nodded, unable to keep the smile from your lips. “see you at school.” and as he walked away, you felt a sense of anticipation, a feeling that perhaps, life was about to surprise you after all.

jimin walked the familiar path to his manor, the weight of the day pressing lightly on his shoulders. the estate loomed ahead, its grandeur a testament to his family’s status. as he entered, the smell of rich mahogany and leather filled his senses. his mother was seated on the couch, a glass of wine in hand, her expression turning to one of concern as she saw him.

“where have you been?” she asked, her voice soft but probing. his father, seated in his favorite armchair, eyed him cautiously. “studying for my upcoming project with a friend,” jimin replied, trying to keep his tone casual.

his father chuckled, a sound that held more skepticism than amusement. “studying, you say? snow must be forecasted for tomorrow.” jimin attempted to laugh it off, but his older sister chimed in. yura was a striking figure, a successful businesswoman who often indulged in wine with their mother. “a friend?” she queried, her tone laced with curiosity. “does this friend happen to be a girl?”

he tried to brush it off, maintaining his nonchalant demeanor. “yes, but she’s just a friend.” his mother’s brow furrowed slightly. “are you still seeing sua?” she asked, her concern evident.

jimin nodded, his voice steady. “yes, i am.”

“then why are you hanging out with other girls?” she pressed. before he could respond, his father intervened, his tone lighter. “he’s young. he has the right to have some fun.” this earned him skeptical glares from both his wife and daughter.

as jimin made his way up the grand staircase to his room, his mother’s voice followed him. “have you taken your pills?” his chest tightened at the reminder. “i’ll take them now,” he assured her.

“good,” she replied. “we don’t need another incident.” he felt a pang of unease at her words but continued to his room, closing the door behind him. the room was a sanctuary of sorts, a place where he could be himself. he crossed to his desk, where a bottle of pills stood as a stark reminder of his responsibilities. he frowned as he took one, the bitterness of the pill a sharp contrast to the sweetness of his earlier encounter with you.

but he couldn't dwell on the bitterness for long. the thought of you brought a warmth to his chest, a happiness that seemed to light up even the darkest corners of his mind. he plopped onto the couch, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. he couldn't help but think about your eyes, the way they sparkled when you talked about something you were passionate about, and the way your laughter seemed to fill the room with light. for a moment, the weight of his family's expectations, the pills, and the memories of past incidents faded into the background.

the following morning, the sun cast a gentle glow over the tennis courts, the light filtering through the early morning haze. you were already on the court, warming up and serving balls with precise, practiced motions. each serve sliced through the air, a testament to your skill and dedication. the rest of the students began to line up, their murmurs a quiet hum in the background.

you stopped in your tracks when you heard a familiar scoff. looking up, you saw sua standing at the edge of the court, her smirk as sharp as ever. “don't worry, it isn't lunch yet,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. she paused, her eyes narrowing. “let's see if you're as good as they say you are.”

you squared your shoulders, determination settling in your bones. the showdown began, each of you serving and returning the ball with fierce intensity. the rhythmic sound of tennis balls being struck echoed around the court, blending with the rising tension in the air. jimin walked onto the field, curiosity etched on his features. spotting jaebum, he asked, “what's going on?”

jaebum, eyes fixed on the game, replied, “your girlfriend’s getting her ass handed to her.” to his surprise, a smile played on jimin's lips as he watched you. your form was impeccable, each movement fluid and powerful. the way you played was mesmerizing, a dance of skill and tenacity. the match grew more intense. you blocked sua's attempts to send the ball flying past you, returning each one with precision. the final moment came when sua, out of frustration, aimed a ball straight at your face. you blocked it effortlessly, sending it back her way with a force she couldn’t match. she scrambled, but couldn't save it in time.

the court erupted in applause, but sua was far from gracious in defeat. ahe strode over to you, her expression dark. “you have a way with balls,” she sneered. “your mother taught you well.”

fed up, you closed the distance between you, your hand darting out and colliding with the side of her face. the sound echoed around the court, followed by a collective gasp from the students. “i've had just about enough of your shit,” you said, your voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through you.

her eyes widened in shock. “have you lost your mind?” she demanded, raising her hand to strike you back. you flinched, bracing for the impact, but it never came. instead, jimin's grip closed around sua's wrist, stopping her cold. your heart raced as you watched the scene unfold.

“she slapped me,” she practically shrieked, her voice filled with indignation. “did you see what she did?” jimin’s expression remained calm, almost amused. “yeah, maybe you should stop biting off more than you can chew.” he dropped her hand, leaving her stunned and speechless.

turning to you, he grabbed your wrist, his touch firm but gentle. “come on,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “where are we going?” you asked, trying to keep up with his brisk pace.

“we're ditching school for the day,” he informed you, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. you opened your mouth to protest, but the words died on your lips. there was something about the way he led you away, the sense of freedom in breaking the rules just this once, that made it impossible to resist. the two of you walked off the field, leaving behind the shocked whispers and lingering tension of the court.

as you walked briskly beside him, you couldn’t help but ask, “why the sudden idea?” he stiffened slightly, his grip on your wrist loosening but not letting go entirely. “you seem like you need a break,” he replied, his voice softer than usual.

the tension from the tennis court gradually melted away as you both ventured into the city. the world outside school walls felt different, lighter, filled with possibilities. your steps slowed as you approached a quaint coffee shop. the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted out as jimin held the door open for you. inside, the atmosphere was warm and inviting, the soft murmur of conversations blending with the clinking of cups.

you found a cozy corner by the window, and jimin ordered two lattes. when he returned with the steaming cups, he placed one in front of you and took a seat across the small table. “so,” he began, stirring his coffee thoughtfully, “tell me something about yourself that no one else knows.” you smiled, taking a sip of your latte. “i’m not as boring as people think,” you said, your tone playful.

he chuckled, a genuine smile lighting up his face. “i never thought you were boring.” the conversation flowed easily, laughter mingling with the aroma of coffee. you found yourself sharing stories, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders with each passing moment.

after leaving the coffee shop, you both wandered to a nearby park. the trees swayed gently in the breeze, their leaves whispering secrets to the wind. you found a bench beneath a large oak tree, its branches casting dappled shadows on the ground. jimin stretched out beside you, his gaze thoughtful. “you know,” he said, “sometimes you just need to let go and enjoy the little things.”

you nodded, watching as children played nearby, their laughter infectious. “i guess i’ve forgotten how to do that.” he turned to you, his eyes earnest. “then let’s remind you.”

the day seemed to pass in a blur of moments—feeding ducks at the pond, racing each other up a hill, and sharing stories beneath the shade of the old oak tree. each moment felt like a stolen piece of happiness, a reprieve from the usual chaos. as the afternoon sun dipped lower in the sky, jimin suggested one more stop. “let’s go to the beach,” he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

the beach was a short walk away, and the walk itself was filled with easy conversation and the hum of the active city. when you finally arrived, the sight of the sea stretching endlessly before you took your breath away. you kicked off your shoes, the cool sand seeping between your toes as you walked towards the shoreline. “i haven’t been to the beach in a long time,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “the last time i went was when my parents were still together.”

jimin’s gaze softened, and he brushed a strand of hair from your forehead. “you should come more often,” he said gently. you looked at him, a small smile playing on your lips. “why?”

he pointed to the sea, its waves lapping gently at the shore. “you’re as pretty as the sea.” you couldn’t help but blush, feeling warmth spread through your chest. “you’re not as awful as people say you are,” you said, your tone teasing.

he smiled, a hint of sadness in his eyes. “you have no idea.” curiosity piqued, you asked, “what do you mean by that?”

he shrugged, looking out at the horizon. “i’ve got a lot on my plate, too.” you were about to ask him what he meant, the words forming on your lips, when he cut you off with a gentle kiss on your forehead. the touch was soft, lingering, and it sent a rush of warmth through you. you were taken aback, your heart pounding in your chest. he noticed your surprise and smiled, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“come on,” he said, taking your hand. “we have a project to study for.” the butterflies in your stomach refused to settle as you followed him, the day’s events playing over and over in your mind. the sun set in the distance, casting a golden glow over the beach, but all you could think about was the boy beside you.

you walked with him, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the path as you approached his manor. the sight of the grand, imposing structure took your breath away, its sheer size and elegance making you feel small in comparison. jimin noticed your awe and smiled softly, guiding you through the expansive entrance. “welcome to my humble abode,” he joked, though there was a hint of something deeper in his eyes—perhaps a reluctance or discomfort with the grandeur of his home.

he led you through the hallways, each one more opulent than the last, until you reached his room. it was surprisingly simple compared to the rest of the house, a sanctuary of purity and calm. the walls were adorned with soft hues, the furniture understated yet elegant. your eyes landed on a series of framed baby photos on his bedside table. “is that you?” you asked, pointing to one of the photos.

he laughed, a sound that warmed the room. “yeah, that’s me. ibwasn’t that ugly, was i?” he teased, noticing your lingering gaze. “quite the opposite,” you said, sincerity in your voice. you were captivated by the innocence in the photo, a stark contrast to the composed young man beside you.

jimin picked up the photo you had been staring at, his fingers tracing the edges of the frame. a smile played on his lips, and his eyes softened with nostalgia. “simpler times,” he murmured, almost to himself. he carefully removed the photo from the frame and handed it to you. “take it,” he urged, his voice gentle yet firm.

“are you sure?” you asked, shocked by his gesture. he nodded, and your heart fluttered as you tucked the photo into your pocket. the sight of him as a baby made your heart swell with an unfamiliar warmth.

as you settled down to study, jimin began repeating the biological processes listed in the book, his voice rhythmic and soothing. despite his efforts, you couldn’t seem to focus, your mind wandering back to the earlier conversation. “what's wrong?” he asked, concern lacing his tone. “you mentioned having a lot on your plate,” you began hesitantly. “what did you mean by that?”

he sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips. “wait here,” he said, getting up and leaving the room. you waited, curiosity gnawing at you until he returned, a small bottle in his hand. “what’s that?” you asked, though you had a sinking feeling you already knew.

“antidepressants,” he answered, his voice calm. your eyes widened in surprise. “why do you have them?”

he lifted his sleeve, revealing his wrist where faint scars were healing. the sight of them stunned you, a sharp pain piercing your heart. the room seemed to hold its breath, the silence heavy and poignant. “i went through a tough time last year,” he explained, his voice steady but soft. “no one was willing to help. i was suffocating and couldn’t find a way out.”

he paused, a smile tugging at his lips despite the weight of his words. “i’ve never told anyone that before.”

you stared at his scars, your fingers tracing them gently. tears welled up in your eyes, the raw vulnerability of the moment overwhelming you. he noticed, brushing away a stray tear with his thumb. “hey,” he said softly, his touch tender. “i didn’t show you this so you could cry.”

“i’m just—i’m so glad you’re still here,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. his hand cupped your cheek, and in that moment of sheer vulnerability, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips. the kiss shocked you at first, but you kissed back, the intensity of the moment deepening. it was a kiss filled with all the unspoken words, the shared pain, and the unvoiced longing.

his arms wrapped around you, and he gently picked you up, carrying you to his bed. the kiss grew more intense, each touch a promise, each breath a declaration. as he laid you down, his eyes held yours, a silent vow of understanding and acceptance. in the quiet sanctuary of his room, you both found solace in each other, a moment of purity and connection amidst the chaos of your lives. the world outside ceased to exist, and for those precious moments, it was just you and him.

his hands began to explore your body, his touch light and reverent. jimin had always been attentive, but now there was something different, something more profound. you felt your heart racing, your skin tingling with every caress. your body responded to his, eager to know him in every way possible. he noticed your nervousness and took his time, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, reassuring you that he would be gentle.

his lips trailed down your neck, and you felt your breath hitch. you’d never been with anyone before, but in that moment, you knew that this was right. he had become so much more than just a friend—he was the one who had seen through your walls, who had accepted you at your worst, and now he was the one you wanted to give yourself to completely. it made you wonder, what was it exactly that you were feeling? was it the sheer vulnerability taking action, or was it the feeling you had spent nineteen years believing to be nothing more than a mere illusion.

as he entered you, you knew what you were feeling wasn't an illusion. you felt a brief flash of pain, but his tender kisses and soothing whispers helped ease the discomfort. the pain soon gave way to pleasure, and you found yourself lost in the rhythm of his movements. your bodies melded together as one, the intimacy of the act leaving you feeling both vulnerable and empowered.

in the aftermath, you lay in his arms, the warmth of his embrace seeping into your very soul. his heartbeat was the only sound in the room, a steady rhythm that seemed to echo your own. his guilt still lingered, but in that moment, it was overshadowed by the raw emotion that filled the space between you. jimin had never meant for it to go this far, never meant to catch feelings for someone he was supposed to use as a means to an end. but as he held you, feeling your heart beating against his chest, he knew he could never go back to seeing you as just a bet. the lines had blurred, and now, he was just as invested in this as you were. the realization was terrifying and exhilarating all at once. but for now, he pushed it aside, choosing to focus on the warmth of your embrace and the sweet taste of your lips.

in the soft glow of the afternoon sun streaming through jimin's window, the world seemed to hold its breath. your heart raced as you lay beside him, the intimacy of the moment enveloping you both. the quiet hum of the house served as a gentle reminder of the sanctuary you found within each other's company. he turned to you, his eyes searching yours with a blend of curiosity and tenderness. “why did you give yourself to me if you don’t believe in love?” his voice was soft, barely above a whisper, yet it held the weight of a thousand unasked questions. the realization of what had transpired began to settle in, and you felt a mixture of vulnerability and courage. you looked into his eyes, the words forming slowly on your lips.

“i was tempted,” you whispered, the truth of it resonating in the quiet space between you. a small, almost shy smile played on his lips. “what exactly was it that tempted you?” he asked, his gaze unwavering.

you reached out, your fingers tracing the faint scars on his wrist with a delicate touch. there was something profound in the simplicity of the gesture, a silent acknowledgment of his pain and resilience. “you,” you said, your voice steady as you met his eyes. “you tempted me.”

his smile widened, a mixture of relief and affection lighting up his features. he gently cupped your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek in a tender caress. the vulnerability in his gaze mirrored your own, and in that moment, you felt an unspoken understanding pass between you. “thank you,” he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude and something deeper, something you couldn't quite name. you smiled back, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. “for what?”

“for seeing me,” he replied, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “for accepting me, scars and all.” the raw honesty of his words touched you deeply, and you leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. the two of you lay there, wrapped in the warmth of each other’s presence. the world outside continued its relentless pace, but in the quiet sanctuary of his room, time seemed to slow down. the connection you shared felt sacred, a beautiful intertwining of souls that defied the chaos of life.

the morning sun filtered through the lace curtains of jimin’s room, casting delicate patterns on the walls. he woke up alone, the previous night's warmth lingering faintly in the air. the house was quiet, save for the occasional clink of dishes from the kitchen downstairs. he stretched, feeling a strange mixture of peace and anticipation.

as he descended the grand staircase, his mother looked up from her cup of tea, a smile of relief softening her features. “good morning, jimin. when are we going to see sua again? it feels like ages since she’s been over.” he paused, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face before he sighed. “actually, mom, i broke up with sua.”

his mother’s eyes widened in surprise. “you what? why on earth would you do that?” he took a deep breath, his heart pounding as he faced the inevitable. “i fell in love with someone else.”

his mother’s shock deepened, her teacup almost slipping from her grasp. “is it that girl you were studying with yesterday?” a gentle smile tugged at his lips as he nodded. “yes, it is.”

his mother opened her mouth to protest, but before she could, his father, who had been silently observing from his chair, spoke up. “why don’t you invite her over for dinner? we’d like to meet her.” his mother turned to him, aghast. “are you serious?” his father nodded, his expression calm and composed. “i am. i trust our son’s judgment.”

at school, the memory of the previous night played over and over in your mind as you recounted everything to jisoo. her eyes grew wider with each word, and she let out a shriek that drew the attention of everyone around. “you need to keep it to yourself,” you hissed, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

she was stunned, her eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and excitement. “i warned you,” she said, hitting you lightly on the arm. before you could respond, a familiar voice interrupted. “warned her about what?”

you both turned to see jimin approaching, a playful smile on his lips. jisoo quickly brushed it off, trying to act casual. he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. you pushed him back, whispering urgently, “people are staring,” he chuckled. “so what?”

“you should be embarrassed to be seen with the hostess’s daughter,” you muttered, trying to step away. but he only pulled you in closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief. he waved at taehyung, who was standing nearby, his jaw practically on the floor. jimin took your hand and waved it at taehyung, much to your mortification.

“are you crazy?” you hissed, trying to pull your hand back. he laughed, the sound light and carefree. “i have good news,” he said, his tone suddenly serious.

“what is it?” you asked, curiosity piqued. “my parents want to have dinner with you,” he said, pausing to gauge your reaction. “are you okay with that?”

jisoo’s eyes nearly popped out of her head, and you felt your own heart skip a beat. stunned and flustered, you nodded hesitantly. “i’d be honored.” jimin smiled, his eyes softening as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. the world around you seemed to fade, leaving just the two of you.

that evening, as you stood before your wardrobe, your hands trembled with anticipation. your mother was out, so you indulged in exploring your options without interruption. fabrics of varying textures and colors slipped through your fingers as you considered each dress. you finally settled on an elegant white dress, its fabric smooth and cool against your skin. the intricate lace detailing along the neckline and hem added a touch of sophistication. you paired it with delicate pearl earrings and a simple bracelet, hoping to make a good impression.

once ready, you instructed your driver to take you to the park manor. the drive seemed both endless and fleeting, the passing scenery a blur of colors as your heart raced. upon arrival, jimin welcomed you with a warm hug, his embrace steadying your nerves. he led you inside where his parents awaited.

his mother’s eyes widened as she took in your appearance. “you’re even prettier than i anticipated,” she remarked, a smile playing on her lips. his father, however, remained silent, his gaze fixed on you with an unreadable expression. his stomach seemed to sink as he observed you, a flicker of recognition in his eyes. jimin's sister approached you, her eyes lighting up as she hugged you. “you look like a doll!” she exclaimed, admiring your handbag.

jimin beamed at their reactions, but his father’s silence lingered in his mind, casting a shadow over the otherwise warm reception. you were guided to the dining room, where a beautifully set table awaited. the soft glow of candles and the elegant tableware created a welcoming atmosphere. you couldn’t help but compliment the decor.

“thank you,” jimin’s mother replied, her smile genuine. she opened a bottle of wine, the soft pop of the cork punctuating the air. “would you like a glass?”

you declined politely. “oh, no, ma'am. i don’t drink.” her eyes sparkled with pleasant surprise, but she insisted, “it’s a special occasion.” she poured you a glass despite your initial refusal, placing it gently in front of you. as the meal began, the conversation flowed smoothly, filled with lighthearted anecdotes and laughter. the atmosphere was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the tension you had felt earlier. however, a shift occurred when jimin’s sister suddenly turned to you, her brow furrowed slightly.

“i just realized, we never got your name,” she said, curiosity in her voice. you smiled apologetically, feeling slightly embarrassed. “i’m sorry, my name is (y/n) (l/n).”

a heavy silence fell over the table, the warmth dissipating in an instant. his mother’s friendly expression quickly vanished, replaced by one of shock. she repeated your last name, her voice barely a whisper. “you’re the daughter of the woman who owns the hostess club,” she stated, her tone now cold and distant. you felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you struggled to find your voice. “yes, but my mother is no longer a part of it,” you managed to say, your voice trembling.

his father’s face had turned pale, his eyes wide with disbelief. jimin’s gaze flicked between you and his parents, confusion and curiosity etched on his features. the glass in his mother’s hand suddenly shattered, wine spilling across the table as shards of glass dug into her skin. “get out of my house,” her tone was cold, her voice trembling with rage and horror. “never show your face here again.” you were stunned, tears welling up in your eyes as you struggled to comprehend what had just happened. jimin stood abruptly, his fist slamming into the table. “what is your problem?” he demanded, his voice shaking with anger.

his mother scoffed, her hand bleeding as she slammed the remaining shards of glass into the table. “don’t you know?” she spat, tears streaming down her cheeks. “don’t you know that your father was her mother’s favorite guest? your father and kang sua’s father?” she paused, her gaze piercing through you. “she tempted them. it’s in their blood.”

the weight of her words hit you like a physical blow. shocked and humiliated, tears streamed down your face as you stammered an apology before fleeing the room. the world outside was a blur of darkness and cold, the warmth and light of the manor replaced by the harsh reality of your situation. as you ran, the tears continued to flow, each step feeling heavier than the last.

the night air was cold against your skin as you ran, tears blurring your vision. humiliation and shame burned hot in your chest, mingling with a fierce, simmering anger. the echo of his mother’s words reverberated in your mind, each repetition deepening the wound. you burst through your front door, sobbing uncontrollably. your mother, who had been reading in the living room, rushed to your side, her face etched with concern. “what happened?” she asked, her voice soft with worry.

you tried to push her away, the sight of your once pristine dress now stained with wine and blood adding fuel to your anger. “it’s all your fault,” you spat, your voice cracking under the weight of your emotions. she recoiled, her eyes wide with shock. “what do you mean?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“everything!” you screamed, your voice raw. “dad leaving, the humiliation, all of it. it’s all because of you.” you sank to your knees, the overwhelming weight of your emotions pressing down on you. tears streamed down your cheeks as you sobbed, each breath a struggle. your mother, tears in her own eyes, knelt beside you. despite your protests, she wrapped her arms around you, her embrace warm and comforting.

“i know,” she whispered, her voice filled with sorrow. “i know you hate me, and no apology in the world will make up for me being the worst mother.” you fought against her hold at first, but your strength soon gave out. you clung to her shirt, your sobs gradually quieting. her presence, once a source of anger, now provided a strange comfort. she held you tightly, her tears mixing with yours as she whispered soothing words.

the house was silent except for the sound of your breathing and the occasional sniffle. the warmth of your mother’s embrace began to melt the ice around your heart, if only slightly. you were still angry, still hurt, but in that moment, you allowed yourself to be held. the weight of the evening’s events slowly began to lift, replaced by an overwhelming exhaustion. as your cries died down, you remained clinging to her shirt, feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest. for the first time in a long while, you felt a small semblance of peace. it wasn’t forgiveness, not yet, but it was a start. and in the quiet of the night, held in your mother’s arms, you found a glimmer of hope.

the tension in the room was palpable after you fled, leaving an echoing silence that seemed to suffocate the air. jimin’s mother, her hand bleeding and her eyes filled with a mixture of rage and pain, finally broke the silence. her voice was calm, but there was a steely edge to it that brooked no argument. “jimin,” she said, “you will never see that girl again.”

jimin, still standing, fists clenched in fury, shook his head vehemently. “no,” he said, his voice trembling with emotion. “she has nothing to do with her mother’s affairs.” he paused, his gaze shifting to his father, who sat with his head bowed in shame. “or your affairs.”

his mother’s face twisted with anger. she slammed her hand down on the table, causing the silverware to clatter. “see her again then,” she spat. “try your luck.” the room was charged with an almost tangible electricity. her face was a mask of cold determination, her eyes burning with a fierce intensity. she paused, her voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. “see her again, and i promise you she’ll disappear.”

his heart pounded in his chest. he felt as though the ground had been pulled out from under him, leaving him adrift in a sea of conflicting emotions. anger, fear, and a desperate need to protect you all warred within him. he knew he couldn’t let his mother’s threats go unanswered, but the sheer intensity of her hatred left him momentarily speechless. the dinner table fell silent once more, the only sound the ticking of the antique clock in the hallway. jimin turned and left the room, his heart heavy with a mix of determination and dread. he knew the battle was far from over, but he also knew that he couldn’t give up on you. not now, not ever.

the morning at school was cloaked in an oppressive tension, and the air seemed to thrum with unspoken words and hidden resentments. jimin, with a determined stride, marched through the crowded hallway, his eyes fixed on sua. as he approached her, the sea of students parted, sensing the gravity of the confrontation about to unfold.

her eyes flickered with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. “giving up already?” she asked, her voice dripping with condescension. jimin’s face was a mask of unyielding resolve. “the game is over,” he said abruptly, his tone leaving no room for misunderstanding.

she raised an eyebrow, her expression one of intrigued disbelief. “what do you mean?” he took a deep breath, his gaze unwavering. “i’ve fallen in love with her,” he declared, his voice firm despite the weight of his words.

her eyes widened in shock, and then a cruel smile curved her lips. “you must be joking,” she said, her tone icy with contempt. he shook his head, a mix of sadness and resolve in his eyes. “i’m not. i’m sorry, sua.” without another word, her hand lashed out, the sting of the slap echoing through the hallway. jimin flinched, but his eyes remained locked on hers, a silent defiance in their depths. shw turned on her heel, her gaze cold and unfeeling as she walked away, her heels clicking ominously on the polished floor.

as she disappeared into the bathroom, you were making your way down the corridor, lost in your own thoughts. the bathroom door swung open with a sharp creak, and her presence was like a storm cloud. she spotted you at the sink, and her gaze hardened as she approached. you met her gaze in the mirror, your heart sinking. “what do you want?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the flutter of anxiety in your chest.

her expression twisted into a mask of venomous disdain. “you’ve tempted him,” she said, her voice dripping with malice. she paused, letting her words sink in before adding, “you really are just like your mother.”

in the midst of your panic, her voice cut through the noise once more. “you really thought this was real?” she sneered, her tone dripping with contempt. “you were just a bet. jimin was a part of it from the beginning.” the revelation hit you like a physical blow, your breath catching as you gasped for air. through the blur of water and your own tears, you barely made out her words.

“he was never serious,” she continued, her expression a cruel mix of satisfaction and pity. “it was all just a game to him, a way to amuse himself. and you were just another pawn.” the words echoed in your mind, mingling with the sting of the cold water and the pressure of her hands. the reality of the betrayal was a crushing weight, adding to the turmoil you already felt.

before you could react, her hand clamped onto your hair, her grip like a vice. panic surged through you as she yanked you towards the sink. the cold, unforgiving porcelain met your face as she dunked you, the water gushing forth with a harsh, relentless force. you flailed, gasping for air as the water swirled around you, filling your senses with its icy, suffocating embrace. your mind whirled with disjointed memories from your old school, fragments of humiliation and fear blending with the present moment. the world around you blurred as your vision darkened, the water pressing against your face like a heavy, smothering shroud.

just as you felt yourself slipping into darkness, a powerful force yanked her away. the sudden release was disorienting, and you coughed, spluttering as you gasped for breath. as you tried to steady yourself, the chaos around you began to coalesce into clarity. turning your head, you saw jisoo standing in the doorway, her face a mask of fury and concern. “get lost,” she commanded, her voice a fierce, protective roar.

sua, caught off guard, hesitated before retreating, her expression one of anger and frustration. as she stormed out of the bathroom, the door slammed behind her, leaving you and jisoo in the wake of the confrontation. she hurried to your side, her arms enveloping you in a comforting embrace. you clung to her, tears streaming down your face as you trembled with shock and fear. “it’s gonna be okay,” she whispered, her voice soothing and steady. “i’m here. you’re safe now.” the warmth of her embrace was a stark contrast to the cold, harsh reality of what had just transpired. as you allowed yourself to cry, the sobs wracking your body, her presence was a balm to your wounded spirit. her hands gently stroked your back, her voice a constant reassurance that you weren’t alone.

as you left the school, the heavy weight of the day seemed to press down upon you. the hallway, once bustling with the casual chatter of students, now felt hollow and distant. your footsteps echoed in the quiet, a rhythmic reminder of the chaos that had just unfolded. as you approached the gates, your phone buzzed sharply, breaking the silence of your troubled thoughts. you glanced at the screen, seeing jimin’s name flash across it. an inexplicable mix of apprehension and curiosity gripped you. you hesitated for a moment before answering, your breath catching as you said, “hello?”

to your surprise, it was not jimin’s voice but his mother’s that greeted you. her tone was clear and authoritative, though tinged with an undertone of cold detachment. “hello,” she began, “i need you to come to the manor immediately.” your heart raced at the urgency in her voice. “is everything alright?” you asked, your concern mingling with anxiety.

“good,” she replied crisply. “it’s in your best interest to come now.” before you could respond, the call ended abruptly. a surge of unease propelled you to the park manor, your mind a whirl of worry and confusion. the grandiose estate loomed before you, its imposing structure now a place of dread rather than comfort. as you approached the front door, you noticed the serene beauty of the manor felt jarringly out of place with the turmoil inside.

you were greeted at the door by three figures: his mother, his father, and his sister. none of them were jimin. the air in the room was thick with tension, and his mother wasted no time in addressing you. “sit down,” she said, her voice firm and unyielding.

you took a seat, your heart pounding in your chest. his mother continued, her gaze cold and unyielding. “you are to cease all contact with my son,” she said, her words slicing through the air with chilling clarity. tears welled up in your eyes as you fought to maintain your composure. “i have nothing to do with my mother’s affairs,” you said, your voice trembling. “i love jimin.” your own declaration took you by surprise, the depth of your feelings for jimin crystallizing in that moment. his sister, standing to the side, regarded you with a sympathetic expression, her eyes softening.

his mother, however, remained resolute. “you have two choices,” she said, her voice unwavering. “you can stop seeing him immediately and remain in korea, or you can continue seeing him for the next two weeks and allow me to send you wherever i deem necessary.” the weight of her words settled heavily upon you. you knew what was at stake—your future, your freedom, and your relationship with him. the thought of losing him was unbearable, and with a steely resolve, you made your choice.

“the second option,” you said, your voice steady despite the fear that gripped you. a glimmer of approval flickered in his mother’s eyes. “very well,” she said. “time is ticking. he’s in his room. go to him now.”

you rushed through the opulent corridors of the manor, your heart racing with each step. the grandeur of the house, usually so comforting, now seemed to close in around you, intensifying your anxiety. you reached his door and hesitated for a brief moment before knocking softly. the door swung open, and there stood jimin, his eyes reflecting a mixture of concern and hope. without a word, you threw yourself into his arms, your tears flowing freely. his embrace was warm and reassuring, and you could feel his body trembling slightly as he held you close.

“i’m here,” he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. “i’m so sorry for everything.” you clung to him, your own tears mingling with his. the shared pain and the depth of your connection were palpable in that moment. his room, usually a place of calm and order, became a sanctuary of shared grief and solace.

he pulled back slightly, his eyes red and shimmering with emotion. “sua told you, didn’t she?” his voice was a soft murmur, each word heavy with regret and sadness. you nodded, the lump in your throat making it difficult to speak. “she did,” you managed to reply, your voice barely a whisper. the betrayal of her revelation stung, but you were determined not to let it overshadow the fragile moments you had left with him. you needed to hold on to whatever you could before it was too late.

hia face was a canvas of conflicting emotions as tears slipped down his cheeks. “it’s true,” he admitted, his voice cracking under the weight of his confession. “everything she said was true. the bet, the game—everything.”

your heart ached as he spoke, but you refused to let the hurt cloud the remaining time you had with him. you reached up to touch his face, wiping away a tear that had escaped down his cheek. “but,” you said softly, “every word and every embrace we shared—they were real to me. were they real to you too?” he nodded, his gaze unwavering as he took your hand in his. “yes,” he said, his voice firm despite the tears. “every word, every touch—it was all real. i fell for you, truly. even if the beginning was under false pretenses, what i felt for you was genuine.”

you offered him a small, bittersweet smile, trying to keep the pain from overwhelming you. “did i tempt you?” you asked gently, your eyes searching his for the truth. he shook his head, a look of profound sincerity in his eyes. “no,” he said softly. “it wasn’t temptation. it was love.” the sincerity in his words was like a balm to your wounded heart. despite the betrayal and the broken trust, his confession was a glimmer of truth amidst the wreckage. the knowledge that his feelings for you were genuine, even if the circumstances were tainted, offered a fragile hope.

the moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery sheen over the tennis court as sua stood alone, her figure a stark silhouette against the backdrop of darkness. the once pristine surface, now marked with scattered tennis balls, bore silent witness to her anguish. she moved with a frantic energy, her serve wild and uncoordinated, her tears mingling with the sweat on her face.

her tennis racket flew through the air with each forceful swing, connecting with the balls only to send them careening off into the corners of the court. each miss was a blow to her heart, a physical manifestation of her internal turmoil. the rhythmic thud of the racket meeting the ball echoed through the still night, a harsh reminder of the chaos that churned within her.

with every serve, she attempted to expel the weight of her pain and betrayal. one ball flew off her racket for her father's broken promises, his failure to protect her from the harsh realities of their world. another, driven with greater force, was aimed at jimin’s rejection, his love once desired now an elusive fantasy. the final ball was a direct hit aimed at you, the one who had stolen the affections of the boy she had coveted, the one who had inadvertently exposed her vulnerabilities.

her once graceful movements became erratic, her strokes heavy and labored. she continued to hit ball after ball, her frustration mounting with each missed shot. tears streamed down her cheeks, mingling with the sweat that glistened under the moonlight. the court was littered with tennis balls, each one a testament to her emotional struggle and the unanswered questions that plagued her.

finally, she collapsed onto the ground, her racket falling from her grasp. It lay beside her, its handle resting against the cold surface of the court. her sobs were uncontrollable now, her body shaking with each cry as she lay on the ground. the silence of the night was broken only by her heart-wrenching pleas. “why not me?” she cried out, her voice raw and desperate. the words echoed through the empty court, a stark contrast to the usually cheerful sound of tennis matches. she looked up at the sky, her tears reflecting the pale light of the moon.

the next two weeks passed in a bittersweet blur, a fragile sanctuary carved out of time amidst the chaos of looming departure. each day with jimin was a delicate dance of stolen moments and fleeting joys. your days were filled with long walks through serene gardens, the crisp air carrying laughter and conversation. evenings were spent in cozy corners of his favorite cafes, where you shared whispered dreams over cups of steaming coffee.

his presence was a balm, soothing the sting of impending separation. his touch was gentle, his smile a constant source of comfort. together, you explored hidden spots in the city, places that seemed to come alive under his animated descriptions. each shared glance and playful banter deepened the bond between you, weaving a tapestry of intimacy and understanding.

the nights were no less tender. you would sit side by side, wrapped in soft blankets, as he recounted stories of his childhood. the light from the flickering fireplace cast a warm glow on his face, making the shadows dance in rhythm with the stories he told. he showed you his favorite spots in his home, each room steeped in memories that he now shared with you. the time together was a precious interlude, a sanctuary from the world’s harshness.

on the eve of your departure, the weight of impending separation hung heavy in the air. jimin had arranged a special evening, unaware of what was to come, filled with your favorite music and a candlelit dinner prepared with care. the atmosphere was serene, the soft glow of the candles flickering against the walls, creating an intimate cocoon around the two of you.

as the night wore on, his eyes held a glimmer of anticipation. he finally spoke, breaking the gentle silence that had settled between you. “i have a gift for you,” he said, his voice soft yet filled with warmth. his fingers reached into his pocket, retrieving a small, intricately crafted dreamcatcher. its delicate threads shimmered in the candlelight, adorned with tiny beads and feathers that swayed gently as he held it out to you.

you accepted the gift with a sense of wonder, your eyes tracing the intricate patterns of the dreamcatcher. “what's this for?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “it filters out all the nightmares,” he replied, his smile tender as he watched you. “i want you to have it, so you’ll always have sweet dreams, even when i’m not around.”

you wrapped your fingers around the dreamcatcher, feeling its cool, smooth surface against your skin. moved by the gesture, you pulled him into a tight embrace, holding him close. the warmth of his body against yours was a comfort you wished could last forever. “i love you,” he said, his voice trembling slightly as he pulled back to look into your eyes. “i want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

the words, so earnest and sincere, made your heart swell with emotion. “i love you too,” you responded, your voice filled with a mix of affection and sorrow. “i want that too.” he kissed you then, a tender, lingering kiss that spoke of promises and dreams yet to be fulfilled. the kiss was a silent vow, a declaration of the love that bound you together despite the challenges ahead.

after he left, the weight of the moment settled heavily upon you. you closed the door behind him, the silence of the room amplifying the ache in your chest. the dreamcatcher, now held close to your heart, seemed to pulse with the memories of the past weeks. as the door clicked shut, the realization of the imminent departure hit you with full force. you sank to your knees on the floor, the tears that had been held back finally breaking free. they flowed unchecked, each sob a release of the grief and the bittersweet joy of the moments shared with him. the dreamcatcher lay beside you, its delicate threads shimmering softly in the dim light, a poignant reminder of the love you would leave behind.

the room was filled with the soft rustle of the dreamcatcher’s feathers, a hauntingly beautiful sound that seemed to echo your sorrow. as you clutched the dreamcatcher tightly, you felt the full weight of the separation, the loss of the future you had hoped for. the love that had blossomed in such a short time now seemed both a blessing and a cruel reminder of the distance that would soon separate you.

the following day dawned with an unsettling quiet. your absence was a stark void in the school corridors, a missing presence that jimin immediately noticed. as he walked past your empty seat, his heart sank. his gaze darted around the classroom, hoping to catch sight of you, but the seat beside him remained conspicuously vacant.

unable to quell the growing sense of worry, he approached jisoo, his voice laced with concern. “where is she?” he asked urgently, his eyes searching hers for answers. jisoo, her expression a mask of indifference, shrugged dismissively. “i don’t know. she hasn’t been here all day.”

the coldness in her tone stung, but he barely registered it. his anxiety mounted as he turned to sua, who observed him with a stony face, her eyes betraying nothing. his heart raced as he called your number, only to be met with the disheartening message that the line was deactivated. panic surged through him, propelling him to sprint out of the school, his mind a maelstrom of dread and confusion.

he arrived at your house, breathless and desperate, only to find the place eerily silent and empty. the front door, once a welcoming entrance, now seemed like a barrier to the answers he sought. the sight of the “for sale” sign in the yard was a cruel twist of the knife. jimin turned to the neighbor, who was tending to her garden. his voice trembled with urgency. “do you know where they went? please, i need to find them.”

the neighbor looked up, a frown forming on her face. “didn’t you know?” she asked, her voice tinged with surprise. “they moved out last night.”

the words hit him like a physical blow. the weight of the revelation crashed over him, a suffocating wave of despair. he turned and ran back to his manor, his heart pounding in his chest, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. bursting through the front door, his eyes sought out his mother, who was seated at the dining table, seemingly calm and composed. “where is she?” he demanded, his voice strained. “where did you send her?”

his mother’s gaze was steady, though her eyes carried an edge of disdain. “she’s far away,” she replied coolly, her tone dismissive. the finality of her words shattered something within him. tears sprang to his eyes, blurring his vision. overwhelmed by grief and frustration, he slammed his fist into the table, the sound echoing through the quiet house. “where? where did you send her?” he cried, his voice cracking with desperation.

his mother’s face softened for a moment, but she remained resolute. “take your pills,” she said firmly, rising from her seat.

as she left the room, jimin sank to his knees, his body trembling with the weight of his anguish. the room seemed to close in on him, the walls echoing the hollow ache in his chest. his sister entered, her eyes filled with concern and sympathy. without a word, she knelt beside him and pulled him into a tight embrace. jimin clung to her, his sobs wracking his body. between gasps of air, he managed to confess the depth of his feelings. “i love her,” he choked out. “i love her so much.”

his sister’s voice was soft and laced with tears as she whispered, “she’s in gangnam.”

the word resonated through him like a beacon of hope amidst the storm of his despair. he pulled back slightly to look at her, his eyes wide with renewed determination. “gangnam?” he repeated, his voice almost a whisper. she nodded, her tears mingling with his. “yes. she’s there. you need to go now.” the realization that you were still within reach, albeit at a distance, ignited a spark of resolve in him.

you and your mother had arrived in gangnam late into the night, the city's vibrant lights casting a melancholic glow on your new surroundings. the apartment, though modest compared to the grandeur of your previous residence, was a refuge from the turmoil that had pursued you. your mother’s apologies were a constant murmur, her voice thick with regret and sorrow. she fretted over every detail, her guilt apparent in every word she spoke.

“it’s all my fault,” she repeated, her eyes red-rimmed from crying. “i should never have put you through this.” you placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to offer comfort despite your own swirling emotions. “it’s going to be okay, mom,” you reassured her, though you felt far from certain. “we’ll make this work. it’s a new beginning.”

after some time, you decided to step out and clear your mind. the streets of gangnam were a vibrant tapestry of neon lights and bustling activity. as you wandered through the city, you found yourself drawn towards the beach, a place that had once held significant memories.

the soft, salty breeze greeted you as you reached the shore. the waves lapped gently at the sand, a rhythm that mirrored the bittersweet cadence of your own heart. you sank onto the sand, recalling the day you had spent with jimin at the beach. the laughter you shared, the warmth of his hand in yours, the promises whispered beneath the starlit sky—all these memories surged back, flooding your senses with an ache that was both beautiful and devastating.

tears sprang to your eyes, blurring your vision as you looked out at the horizon. the sea, with its endless expanse, felt like a reflection of your own feelings—vast, deep, and profoundly complex. you had left everything behind because you were tempted. no, not merely tempted—you were in love. you had felt as beautiful and infinite as the sea itself.

a voice cut through your reverie, startling you. “i knew i’d find you here.”

the words were soft but unmistakable. You froze, unable to believe what you were hearing. slowly, you turned around, and there he was. the sight of him brought a fresh wave of tears to your eyes. he was here, but there was an undeniable distance between you, an invisible barrier that seemed almost insurmountable.

he took a few steps toward you, his expression a mix of hurt and frustration. “how could you not tell me?” he asked, his voice cracking with emotion. “how could you just leave me like that?”

you shook your head, the tears flowing freely now. “i had no choice,” you said softly, your voice breaking. “it was either leave or risk everything.”

jimin’s eyes softened, his concern etched deeply on his face. “but you didn’t have to do it alone,” he said, his voice almost a whisper. “you should have let me be part of it.”

you backed away slightly, feeling the weight of his presence and the danger it posed. “you have to go home,” you said urgently. “you can’t be seen with me. it’s not safe.” but he closed the distance between you, his determination unwavering. he reached out and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. the warmth of his embrace was like a balm to your wounded soul. you could feel his tears mingling with yours as he buried his face in your hair, his emotions raw and palpable.

“you need to come home,” he murmured through his tears. “you don’t have to face this alone. no matter what, we can figure it out together.”

you shook your head against his shoulder, the reality of your situation weighing heavily on you. “i can’t,” you whispered, feeling the hopelessness of the situation. “i don’t have anywhere else to go.” jimin gently wiped away your tears with his thumb, his own face streaked with sadness. “no one can do anything as long as you have me,” he said firmly, his voice full of conviction. “i love you. and that’s all that matters.”

you looked up at him, your heart aching with the depth of your feelings. “i love you too,” you replied, your voice trembling. the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the gentle roar of the ocean and the steady you had found something you had once thought hadn't existed. “i never believed it existed,” you whispered, the words carrying the weight of your newfound understanding. “i didn’t think i could find something like this.”

jimin’s eyes, filled with an earnest intensity, met yours. “it’s real,” he assured you softly. “we found it together.”

✧.*

a/n: this one was a doozy

savior (구세주) — park jimin (박 치민)

✧.* 18+

in the depths of forgotten realms, where the line between myth and reality blurred into a tapestry of whispered legends, you wandered through the veil of the supernatural. the air around you shimmered with an ethereal light, pulsating with a rhythm that seemed to beat in sync with your own heart. you felt it—an invisible thread connecting you to forces beyond mortal comprehension.

ancient trees, their gnarled branches twisted into elaborate patterns, whispered secrets of the ages. the leaves, imbued with an otherworldly glow, rustled softly, their sound a melodious symphony of enchantment. as you moved through this enchanted forest, you could almost see the faint outlines of fae folk flitting among the shadows, their delicate wings catching the moonlight like threads of silver.

water nymphs glided over the surface of tranquil lakes, their laughter like the tinkling of crystal chimes. fire spirits flickered within the hearths of ancient stone cottages, their flames casting a golden hue that warded off the encroaching darkness. in this realm, every creature possessed a touch of the extraordinary. the wolves that prowled through the underbrush had eyes that gleamed with intelligence far beyond the mundane, their coats shimmering with a spectral light. the owls that hooted from the treetops were the keepers of ancient wisdom, their gaze penetrating the veil of time itself.

you sensed the pull of ancient magic in the wind, a reminder of the great forces that shaped the world. enigmatic sorcerers and enigmatic beings, cloaked in robes woven from stardust, drifted through the shadows, their presence as profound as it was enigmatic. their eyes held the secrets of the universe, and their gestures wove spells of incredible power, shaping reality with a mere flick of their fingers. in this space between worlds, you felt an intoxicating sense of belonging and awe. the supernatural was not a distant concept but a tangible reality, intricately intertwined with the fabric of your existence. you had become a part of this timeless dance, where every element held the promise of wonder and every shadow whispered of ancient powers waiting to be discovered.

in the midst of the extraordinary realm, where every breath seemed to carry a whisper of magic, you stood as an anomaly—a solitary figure in a world brimming with the supernatural. the ties that bound you to this place were both intricate and fragile, like threads of silver spun in a tapestry that only partially embraced you.

you were acutely aware of your lineage, a lineage steeped in power and mystery. your parents, figures of reverence and awe, possessed abilities that transcended the ordinary. your mother could call upon the wind to shape it into messages of hope or warning, her voice an incantation that stirred the very air. your father wielded fire with a mastery that painted the night sky with flickers of crimson and gold, a spectacle of elemental artistry that held the gaze of all who witnessed it.

your brother, too, was a being of remarkable gifts. his capacity to shapeshift was the stuff of legends—one moment a swift and agile wolf, the next a majestic eagle soaring high above the treetops. he moved effortlessly between the forms, each transformation seamless and imbued with an elegance that spoke of deep-rooted connection to the magical forces that surrounded you.

yet, in stark contrast to the vibrant tapestry of powers that wove through your family, you stood untouched by the same magic that defined their existence. you were a paradox in this world of wonder—an individual deeply connected yet profoundly separate from the mystical realm. the very elements that danced and mingled around you, so effortlessly embraced by those you loved and admired, remained just out of your grasp.

your attempts to commune with the elements were met with a disheartening silence. you reached out to the wind, hoping to coax it into carrying your wishes or messages, but it responded with a benign indifference. the fire that roared in the hearths, so eager to share its warmth and secrets with others, seemed to dance with a will of its own when you approached, leaving you merely a spectator in its fiery embrace.

the animals, with their eyes aglow with ancient wisdom, regarded you with a curiosity that quickly faded into disinterest. they would not heed your calls or acknowledge your presence in the way they did with those who shared their magical affinity. it was as if an invisible barrier kept you on the fringes of their world, a reminder of the chasm that separated you from their effortless communion with nature.

in social circles where enchantment was the norm, you felt like a shadow among vibrant colors. conversations often revolved around feats of magic—stories of teleportation, shapeshifting, and elemental manipulation. you listened with a mixture of longing and resignation, acutely aware of your exclusion from these extraordinary experiences. it was as though you were a spectator in a grand performance, unable to participate in the very essence of the spectacle.

you had learned to navigate the space with a grace borne of necessity. you played your role with quiet dignity, offering support and companionship to those whose powers you admired from a distance. your place in this realm was a testament to the intricate balance between presence and absence, between connection and separation. in a world where magic defined existence, you were a poignant reminder that even among the most enchanted, there could be those who, despite their ties, remained untouched by the very forces that shaped their reality.

in the quiet of your room, illuminated by the soft, flickering light of a single candle, you faced your brother with a heart heavy with questions. his figure, a tapestry of shifting forms and shimmering energies, stood before you, embodying the very essence of what you yearned for. the silence between you was filled with the weight of your unspoken doubts.

“why don’t i have any powers?” you asked, your voice trembling with a mix of frustration and desperation. the words felt like an intrusion into the serene harmony of your brother’s existence. you watched as daehyun sighed, his gaze softening with a compassion that only deepened your sense of inadequacy.

“it’s not something you can control,” he said gently, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “powers manifest in their own time. maybe yours just haven’t surfaced yet.” you nodded, but the words did little to alleviate the gnawing sense of unease that had settled in your chest. the promise of future potential did little to comfort you in the present. as the conversation waned, you sought solace from your mother, her presence a beacon of warmth and understanding amidst the cold uncertainty.

she embraced you with a tenderness that spoke of unconditional love. “i want you to know,” she murmured softly, her voice imbued with a quiet strength, “that not having powers doesn’t change how much i love you. you are just as precious to me as anyone with magic in their veins.” her words, though well-intentioned, only deepened the chasm of your sorrow. you tried to draw comfort from her assurances, but they felt hollow, like a beautiful painting covering a void. you couldn’t shake the feeling that her love, though unwavering, was a pale consolation in a world where power defined worth.

when your father came to you, his usual fiery demeanor was softened by an uncharacteristic melancholy. “i wish,” he said, his voice laden with a rare vulnerability, “that i could understand what it’s like for you. i sometimes wish i could be like you—free from the burdens of power.” his sentiment was meant to be reassuring, a gesture of empathy from one who knew the weight of extraordinary abilities. yet, his words only seemed to underscore the isolation you felt. his struggle to relate to your condition, while empathetic, highlighted your distance from the very world he inhabited.

as the day turned to night, you found yourself alone once more, your frustration boiling over into a silent plea. you gazed at the star-studded sky, your eyes searching for any sign of a higher power that might offer you some measure of solace or change. you groaned inwardly, your heart heavy with a silent prayer, begging for anything—an inkling of magic, a spark of potential, anything that might bridge the gap between you and the world you so desperately wished to be a part of.

unbeknownst to you, your mother, too, was engaged in her own private prayer, her heart aching for you in a way that transcended words. her plea was not driven by disappointment but by a deep-seated concern for your well-being. she feared the dangers and betrayals that could come from those who wielded power—the same dangers that had once threatened her own family. she prayed fervently, hoping that some semblance of power or protection might come to you, not out of a sense of inadequacy, but from a desire to shield you from the harsh realities of a world where power could be both a gift and a curse.

the hallways of the school were a continuous cascade of shimmering lights and crackling energy, each corner alive with the potent hum of supernatural power. it was a place where every student and teacher was marked by their own unique abilities, a realm where magic was as common as air. the walls, lined with ornate murals depicting epic battles and mythical creatures, seemed to pulsate with the essence of enchantment. amidst this tapestry of abilities, you were an anomaly—a solitary figure navigating a world of extraordinary talents with no powers of your own. the disparity was stark, highlighted by the whispers and sidelong glances that followed you through the corridors. everyone knew your status as the exception, a reality that was as inescapable as it was uncomfortable.

despite this, the teachers maintained their professionalism, treating you with the same respect they afforded every student. you were here because of your family’s legacy, a fact that some found difficult to overlook. you often felt like a mere shadow among the bright lights of your peers, your presence a reminder of the boundaries between the ordinary and the extraordinary.

haesoo was your singular solace in this enchanted world. she, too, had powers, though her ability to see into the future provided little in the way of physical prowess. this limitation made her just as vulnerable to the harsh judgments and insults as you were. yet, despite the ridicule, she remained steadfast in her friendship, a source of empathy amidst the sea of scorn.

you leaned against your locker, the cool metal offering a small measure of relief. haesoo approached, her eyes filled with a gentle concern. ahe took your hand in hers, her touch warm and reassuring. as she closed her eyes, you could sense the familiar yet elusive sensation of her power at work. you watched her face for any sign of revelation, your skepticism palpable. then, with a sudden gasp, haesoo’s eyes snapped open, her grip tightening on your hand. “what’s wrong?” you asked, a note of apprehension in your voice. “what do you see?”

“there’s a savior in the near future,” she said, her voice a mixture of awe and uncertainty. “expect the unexpected.”

you couldn’t help but scoff, rolling your eyes in mild exasperation. “the unexpected? like you ripping my hand off?”

haesoo’s eyes widened in realization as she noticed the firmness of her grip. she quickly loosened her hold, offering you a nervous laugh. “sorry about that. i didn’t mean to—” you chuckled, though your smile was tinged with weariness. “it’s fine. i just wonder if i’ll ever get any power at all.”

from behind you, a voice cut through the conversation with a sneering edge. “you could only dream of it.”

you turned to see taehyung, a smirk playing on his lips. his disdain was well-known; ever since he had learned of your lack of abilities, he had made it his mission to taunt and belittle you. you offered him a thin smile, trying to mask the sting of his words. “thanks for the encouragement.”

taehyung’s smirk widened. “wanna see something cool?” you shook your head, not in the mood for more of his antics. “not really.”

ignoring your response, taehyung used his telekinetic powers to lift you off the ground. you yelped in surprise as he began to sway you through the air, your feet dangling a few inches above the floor. haesoo’s face flushed with concern, and she called out, “taehyung, put her down!”

his eyes sparkled with mischief as he replied, “or what? you’ll read my future with a fortune cookie?”

the bell rang, and he reluctantly set you down, patting your head with a dismissive chuckle. “it never gets old,” he said, walking past you. you watched him go, a mix of frustration and resignation settling over you. the insults and jabs had become a constant, an unwelcome backdrop to your days at the school. despite your hopes for a reprieve, it seemed the mockery would persist as long as you remained a strong contrast to the powers that defined your peers.

the classroom buzzed with an energy that felt almost tangible, a living, breathing entity shaped by the collective powers of its occupants. each student seemed to manipulate the environment in their own unique way, creating a whirlwind of distractions that made focusing on anything else nearly impossible.

to your left, a girl with flowing dark hair effortlessly levitated her pen, guiding it through the air as if it were an extension of her will. she reached out with her mind, making the pen dance gracefully across her notebook. nearby, another student with a calm demeanor simply tapped her temple, and answers to the professor’s questions appeared on her paper as if by magic. her telepathic ability allowed her to glean the answers directly from the professor’s thoughts, a skill that left you feeling distinctly out of place.

you sighed inwardly, feeling the weight of your own inadequacies. you knew that while others could summon and control elements with ease, or glean knowledge without effort, you had to work diligently to achieve even the most basic understanding. the constant comparison to your peers’ effortless mastery of their abilities was a persistent reminder of your own limitations.

the professor, a stern man whose presence demanded respect, looked around the room with a discerning gaze. his eyes settled on you, an unspoken challenge evident in his expression. “what do you believe causes dreams?” he asked, his voice cutting through the cacophony of telekinetic murmurs and mental projections.

you furrowed your brow, trying to concentrate amidst the chaos. the hands of those with telepathic abilities shot up eagerly, but the professor's focus remained solely on you. taking a deep breath, you began, “i believe dreams are a result of the subconscious mind processing thoughts and experiences. they are influenced by brain activity, which creates a narrative from our emotions and memories.”

the professor’s eyes softened, and he nodded in approval. “a thoughtful answer,” he said. “correct.”

you felt a fleeting sense of accomplishment, but it was quickly overshadowed by the sneer you noticed from the girl who had been so eager to demonstrate her telepathic prowess. her expression was one of disdain, a silent judgment that seemed to cut deeper than any spoken insult.

as the day drew to a close, you found yourself in the bathroom, seeking a moment of solitude away from the relentless buzz of the school. you stepped out of the stall, your thoughts still lingering on the subtle sneer you had seen earlier. the bathroom, typically a place of mundane quiet, felt charged with an unsettling tension.

as you turned to leave, a girl blocked your path. her face was one you recognized from class—one of the telekinetics who had been demonstrating her powers with such ease. you looked up at her, a sense of dread mingling with resignation. “what do you want?” you asked, your voice betraying your unease.

ahe smirked, her eyes gleaming with a cruel delight. “i had an itching to use the toilet,” she said, her tone dripping with malice. without waiting for a response, she pushed past you and into the stall.

you stepped aside, gesturing for her to proceed. but before you could react, everything happened in a blur. she spun around with surprising speed, grabbing a handful of your hair and yanking you towards her. your heart raced as you tried to break free, but her grip was unyielding. you flailed helplessly as she maneuvered you towards the toilet. the cold, harsh reality of the situation hit you as she dunked your head into the bowl. the frigid water engulfed you, sending a shock through your system. panic surged through you as you tried to gasp for air, but the water swirled around you, making it difficult to breathe. the world spun in a chaotic whirlpool of muffled sounds and blinding wetness.

she pulled you up only to slam your head back into the toilet, holding it down longer this time. the sensation of being submerged was disorienting, and your head spun in a disorienting dance of pressure and damp. the mixture of the cold water and the overwhelming sense of helplessness left you disoriented and gasping for breath when she finally yanked you up again. “maybe if you had any powers,” she said with a sneer, “you could get out of this one.” her voice was mocking, her tone a harsh reminder of the gap between your abilities and those of your peers. she left you there, dirty, wet, and sobbing, the pain and humiliation of the encounter settling heavily on your shoulders.

as the door swung shut behind her, leaving you alone in the bathroom, the reality of your situation washed over you in waves. you were left with the lingering sting of her taunts, the sting of being powerless in a world where such power was the norm. the echo of your sobs and the coolness of the bathroom tiles were the only witnesses to your silent plea for solace in a place that felt both foreign and unforgiving.

the journey home was a blur of muted colors and heavy steps, each stride a reminder of the day’s harrowing events. as you walked, the chill of the wet clothes clung to your skin, and the weight of your soaked attire seemed to anchor you to the pain and humiliation you had just endured. the evening air, cool and unyielding, did little to soothe the ache in your heart or the cold dampness against your body.

you finally reached the front door, the familiar warmth of home contrasting starkly with the cold dread that clung to you. as you stepped inside, the sound of your wet shoes squelching on the hardwood floor was the only indication of your disheveled state. your mother was in the kitchen, her back turned as she prepared dinner. the comforting aroma of her cooking wafted through the air, but it did little to lift the gloom hanging over you.

she turned as you entered, her eyes widening in shock as she took in your appearance. “what happened?” she asked, her voice filled with concern. her gaze traveled over your dripping clothes and disheveled hair, her maternal instincts flaring into action. you met her eyes for a moment, the weight of your ordeal pressing heavily on your shoulders. the words you wanted to say seemed to catch in your throat, and instead of responding, you simply retreated to your room, your silence a painful testament to the day’s emotional toll.

the door to your room closed behind you with a soft click, and you sank onto your bed, your sodden clothes leaving damp impressions on the sheets. you stared blankly at the ceiling, the oppressive silence of your room amplifying the turmoil within. as you sat there, you could hear the muffled sounds of your mother’s distress from the other side of the house.

in the kitchen, your mother’s cries were heartfelt and raw. she confided in your father, her voice trembling with anguish as she spoke of her wish for you to be able to defend yourself. “why can’t they leave her alone?” she wept. “i just wish she could stand up for herself. it breaks my heart to see her suffer like this.” your father’s response was calm and comforting, his steady voice a balm to your mother’s fears. “it’s not her fault,” he reassured her. “she’s doing her best in a world that doesn’t make it easy. we’ll find a way to help her, i promise.”

you could hear his words faintly through the walls, a bittersweet reminder of the support that was available to you. but in your isolation, it felt distant, almost unreachable. when you finally gathered the strength to rise, you made your way to the bathroom. the cool, tiled surface felt refreshing against your heated skin as you undressed and stepped into the shower. you turned the faucet, allowing the warm water to cascade over you, mingling with the remnants of the day’s grime and tears.

as the water poured over you, you let out a shuddering breath, the steam and warmth offering a fleeting sense of solace. You sank to the floor of the shower, the water continuing to flow over you, masking the tears that streaked down your face. each droplet that hit your skin seemed to carry away a small fragment of the pain, but it did little to quell the deep sorrow that enveloped you. you wept silently, the sound of the water mingling with your sobs. the weight of the day’s events pressed heavily upon you, and you found yourself praying for a way out of the cycle of torment and helplessness. your whispered pleas for change, for the chance to be more than a spectator in a world of power, were drowned by the relentless rush of the shower.

that night, as you lay in bed, the exhaustion of the day’s emotional and physical toll was awful. the darkness of your room enveloped you like a shroud, offering no comfort against the cold fear that gripped you. you pulled the damp sheets around you, seeking solace in their weight. your thoughts continued to swirl as you drifted into a restless sleep, your mind haunted by images of the day’s events and the painful realization of your own vulnerability. the hope for change was a faint, flickering light in the depths of your dreams, a fragile ember that you clung to as you cried yourself to sleep, wishing for a future where you could finally find a place where you belonged.

the morning sun filtered through the school’s grand windows, casting elongated shadows across the hallways as you trudged through the familiar corridors, still feeling the weight of yesterday’s events. the usual hum of conversations and bursts of laughter filled the air, but today, the vibrant atmosphere did little to uplift your somber mood.

you glanced around, searching for any sign of hana, the girl who had humiliated you the day before. her absence was conspicuous, her usual spot in the classroom glaringly empty. you took a seat beside haesoo, the comforting familiarity of her presence offering a small measure of solace amidst the school environment.

haesoo looked up from her notebook as you settled in. her eyes, bright with curiosity, took in your demeanor. “have you noticed? hana isn’t here today,” you said, trying to mask the unease in your voice.

haesoo’s expression shifted to one of mild amusement. she shrugged nonchalantly, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of concern. “maybe the cops got to the bitch,” she said, her tone light but edged with discomfort. after a brief pause, she shuddered slightly and added, “i’ve got a bad feeling about this. something doesn’t sit right with me.” you stared at hana’s vacant seat, your thoughts racing. the possibility that something sinister had happened crossed your mind, but you quickly dismissed it. she could simply be ill, or perhaps she was skipping school. the pragmatic side of you struggled to push aside the gnawing sense of unease.

as the lesson began, you tried to focus on the professor’s lecture, but the absence of hana and the eerie implications of haesoo’s comment lingered at the edge of your thoughts. across the room, hana’s friend, mina, sat with a palpable air of hostility. her glare, sharp and unrelenting, made it clear she bore a grudge. you averted your gaze, feeling a familiar pang of discomfort. when the bell rang, signaling the end of the class, you stood up, gathering your things with a mixture of relief and trepidation. as you walked down the hallway, the bustling student body seemed to press in on you, the noise and movement creating a dizzying effect.

suddenly, you stumbled, your foot catching on something unseen. you brushed it off as a momentary lapse in coordination, but the next step was less forgiving. your legs gave way entirely, sending you crashing onto your back with a jarring impact. you winced as pain shot through your body, the hard floor feeling like a relentless punishment.

turning your head, you saw mina standing nearby, her lips curled into a smirk of malicious satisfaction. “why did you stop walking? do you wanna die?” she taunted, her voice dripping with derision. ignoring her taunts, you struggled to your feet, the effort exacerbating the ache that had begun to settle into your bones. you started to walk again, determined to reach your next class despite the throbbing pain in your head and the sting of her cruel words.

but as you continued down the corridor, an unexpected force slammed into you from behind, propelling you against the wall with a jarring thud. the impact was so forceful that you felt the wall tremble, a low crack resonating through the hallway. pain exploded in your back, sending waves of disorientation through you.

amidst the haze of agony, you heard mina’s laughter, a cruel, incoherent sound that mingled with the throbbing in your head. she sauntered over to you, her presence looming as she leaned close, her voice a chilling whisper. “that must hurt,” she said with a mocking tone, her eyes gleaming with a cold satisfaction. she didn’t wait for your response before turning on her heel and walking away.

the corridor seemed to spin around you as you pushed yourself upright, your head pounding with a relentless intensity. each step you took was a struggle, the pain radiating through your body with every movement. you made your way home, the journey feeling endless as the throbbing in your temples grew more insistent.

once you reached the safety of your room, you collapsed onto your bed, the pain and exhaustion overwhelming you. as darkness settled over the room, you tried to force yourself into a restless sleep, hoping that the respite of slumber would dull the ache and offer some escape from the torment of the day.

the pain persisted, but with each passing moment, sleep began to claim you, a dim, fleeting hope that tomorrow might bring a reprieve from the relentless cycle of suffering. as the world around you faded into the comforting embrace of sleep, you clung to the fragile hope that the dawn might bring change and relief from the unrelenting shadows of your daily struggles.

the next morning, you approached the school with a knot of unease settling in your stomach. the events of the previous day had left you feeling on edge, and the emptiness of the hallways seemed to mirror the unsettling silence that enveloped you. as you walked to your classroom, you found yourself scanning the crowd for any sign of mina or hana, but there was nothing—only the usual bustle of students chatting and shuffling to their next class.

you entered the classroom and took your seat beside haesoo, whose presence offered a small measure of comfort. the usual buzz of activity was noticeably absent, and as the minutes ticked by, the growing absence of hana and mina began to weigh heavily on you. you leaned in close to haesoo, trying to keep your voice low. “this can’t be a coincidence,” you said, your tone tinged with anxiety.

she squinted at you, her brow furrowed in thought. “it isn’t,” she replied, her voice carrying an edge of uncertainty. she hesitated, her eyes darting around as if seeking something just beyond her grasp. “but i can’t get a clear message,” she added slowly. “it’s almost like it’s out of reach.”

before you could ask her to elaborate on what she meant, the classroom door swung open with an authoritative creak. two officers stepped into the room, their presence instantly commanding silence. the room fell into an uneasy hush, the only sounds the shuffling of papers and the occasional murmur of curiosity.

the lead officer, a tall man with a stern expression, cleared his throat before speaking. “good morning, students. we are conducting a search regarding two of your classmates, oh mina and jung hana.” his words carried a gravity that made your heart skip a beat. the room buzzed with whispers as the announcement settled over the students.

the officer continued, his voice steady but tinged with concern. “both girls have been reported missing by their families. they have not come home, nor have they been seen anywhere in the vicinity. we urge anyone who may have information about their whereabouts to come forward immediately.”

the murmurs grew louder, a mix of shock and curiosity spreading through the classroom. your eyes widened in disbelief as the reality of the situation sank in. the officers concluded their announcement and exited the room, leaving a tense atmosphere in their wake. you turned to haesoo, who was looking at you with a mixture of concern and suspicion. “do you have anything to do with this?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

you rolled your eyes, a mixture of frustration and indignation bubbling within you. “are you serious?” you replied. “you know i wouldn’t—”

she shook her head, cutting you off. “no, it’s not that,” she said quickly. “it’s just, i got a chill when they mentioned it. i’ve never felt anything like it before. it’s unsettling.” her words only deepened the sense of unease that had settled over you. as you left the classroom and made your way home, the weight of the day’s events pressed heavily upon you. the mystery of mina and hana’s disappearance loomed large, and you couldn’t shake the nagging sense that something was profoundly wrong.

when you finally arrived home, the house was quiet, the usual warmth of your family’s presence replaced by an anxious tension. your brother, who was usually the epitome of calm, met you at the door with a grave expression. “did you hear the news?” he asked, his voice laced with concern. you nodded, feeling the day’s events catch in your throat. “yes, the police came to school. they were looking for mina and hana.”

your parents, who had been sitting at the kitchen table, exchanged startled glances. your mother’s face turned pale, her eyes reflecting a mixture of shock and a cold, hard resolve. “think of it as a blessing,” she said, her voice lacking warmth. “those girls were nothing but trouble.”

the coldness in her voice cut through you, leaving you feeling more isolated than ever. the idea of them being missing was unsettling, but your mother’s reaction felt almost dispassionate, as though their disappearance was a matter of indifference rather than concern. you could sense the undercurrent of relief in her words, a stark contrast to the unease that plagued you.

you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as your thoughts raced. the disappearance of the two girls who seemed determined to make your life a living hell, combined with the cold detachment of your family, created a turbulent whirlpool of confusion and unease. the hope for answers seemed as distant as ever, and as sleep finally claimed you, it came with a heavy heart, filled with unanswered questions and a lingering sense of dread. the night enveloped you in its quiet, oppressive embrace. you stirred from a fitful sleep, tossing and turning as the day’s events replayed in your mind. with a groan, you swung your legs over the edge of the bed and padded softly to the kitchen. the cool, dimly lit room offered a brief respite from the swirling thoughts that plagued you.

you poured yourself a glass of water, the clear liquid offering a momentary sense of calm. as you took a sip, the coldness of the water seemed to contrast sharply with the heaviness in your chest. you returned to your room, hoping that the soothing effect of the water might coax you back to sleep. instead, you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the darkness of the room filled with your racing thoughts. “will i ever get powers?” you mused aloud, the question echoing in the quiet of the night. “why can’t i just be like everyone else?”

a voice, soft but clear, sliced through your self-reflection, startling you. “are you still thinking about that?”

you whipped your head around to see a man standing in the corner of your room. his presence was unsettling, a contrast to the soft illumination of the moonlight that filtered through your window. his face was partially obscured by shadows, but his eyes gleamed with an unsettling amusement. you gasped and scrambled backward, your heart racing as you screamed. the sound was strangled, caught in your throat as your mind struggled to make sense of the intruder’s presence. he remained motionless, his expression unreadable as he watched you with a hint of a smile.

moments later, your brother burst into the room, his face etched with concern. “what’s wrong?” daehyun asked, his eyes scanning the room. his gaze passed over the man without a hint of recognition, as if the figure were nothing more than a figment of your imagination.

you quickly composed yourself, forcing a shaky smile. “i thought i saw a bug,” you stammered, trying to sound casual despite the pounding of your heart. “it must have been nothing.” daehyun gave you a skeptical look but shrugged it off. “alright, if you’re sure. call me if you need anything.”

as he left the room, you turned back to the man, who remained where he was, his presence an eerie constant. “who are you?” you asked, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and curiosity.

he regarded you with an amused glint in his eye. “i’m your savior,” he replied smoothly.

you blinked, confusion clouding your features. “what do you mean? are you going to hurt me?”

he scoffed lightly, a sound that seemed to carry its own form of amusement. “hurt you? no, i’m not here to hurt you. do you recall the people who were bullying you?” you nodded, the memory of their taunts and cruelty still fresh in your mind.

the man’s smile widened slightly. “i got rid of them,” he said, his tone casual as if discussing the weather.

panic surged through you, and you stumbled over your words. “you didn’t kill them, did you?”

“no, nothing so crude,” he said, a hint of disdain in his voice. “i sent them to the underworld.” the terms normal people were exposed to were biblical, accurate, generic. heaven and hell. in your world, the underworls existed openly. it was an alternate dimension, one that wasn't as bad as hell, yet seemingly just as bad. those who were sent were sent alive, bodies and souls intact, where they'd be repeatedly punished—over and over and over—for their wrongdoings.

your heart pounded as you tried to process his words. “why? why would you do that?”

he shrugged, a nonchalant gesture that seemed to make his words even more chilling. “because they were bothering you.”

you gaped at him, unable to comprehend the connection. “and what does that have to do with you?”

he raised an eyebrow, as if considering how to explain something very simple. “you should be familiar with having supernatural powers, shouldn’t you?”

“i’ve spent my entire life without any powers,” you retorted, frustration mingling with fear. “what does that have to do with you helping me now?”

“this is your power,” he said, his voice taking on a serious tone. “i’m from the underworld, and i can attach myself to whatever i choose, giving them any power they need.”

your eyes widened with disbelief. “why me? why did you choose me of all people?”

he paused for a moment, a contemplative look crossing his features. “i did it because i wanted to. and,” he added, his voice taking on a mysterious quality, “nobody else can see me unless i want them to.”

you stared at him, the weight of his words pressing heavily on your shoulders. the reality of the situation seemed almost too surreal to grasp. he chuckled softly, the sound a darkly pleasant note in the stillness of the night.

“you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he said with a grin. “my name is park jimin. and (y/n) (l/n), i’ll be seeing you around.”

before you could react, he vanished from sight, leaving behind a lingering sense of his presence. you knew he was still there, an intangible shadow in the room, but his form was now invisible to you. the chill of his departure settled over you, and the eerie silence of the room seemed to close in.

your mind raced as you lay back in bed, trying to make sense of the strange encounter. the idea of possessing a power, of having someone from the underworld attach themselves to you, was both terrifying and fascinating. you felt a strange sense of anticipation, mixed with fear, as you stared into the darkness, the night pressing in with an oppressive weight. sleep came fitfully, but the presence of jimin lingered in your thoughts, an unsettling reminder of what you could only assume was to come.

the morning light peered through your curtains, casting a pale glow over your room. as you slowly awoke, the memories of the previous night were still fresh in your mind, but jimin’s unsettling presence was gone. you scanned the room, half-expecting to find him lurking in the shadows, but there was no sign of him. a wave of slight relief washed over you, though it was accompanied by an uneasy thought—he could be anywhere, hidden from view, and you wouldn't even know it.

you dragged yourself out of bed, feeling the weight of exhaustion still clinging to you. your mother’s voice called from downstairs, breaking the silence of the early morning. “how did you sleep?” she asked with a note of concern in her tone. forcing a smile, you replied, “just fine.”

daehyun scoffed as he entered the kitchen. “you screamed like you were being gutted last night,” he said, his voice carrying a mix of annoyance and curiosity. your father looked up from his newspaper, his brows knitting together. “what happened?” he asked, his tone indicating genuine concern.

you hesitated, then shrugged as casually as you could. “i saw a bug. it was nothing.” your father’s eyes lingered on you for a moment, but he seemed to accept your explanation. “alright then,” he said, turning back to his newspaper. the conversation moved on, but the undercurrent of unease persisted, as if the previous night’s events had left a lasting imprint.

you walked to school with a heavy heart, the weight of the unknown pressing down on you. as you approached the school gates, you noticed the usual crowd of students, their faces a blur of familiarity and anonymity. the absence of hana and mina remained a topic of conversation among the students, but the discussions were tinged with a mixture of gossip and indifference.

inside the school, the hallways seemed more tense than usual. you found yourself at your locker, trying to go through the motions of your day, when haesoo joined you. she leaned against her locker, her face drawn into a thoughtful frown. “it would be a shame if they weren’t such sluts,” she muttered, her voice low. she closed her eyes briefly, as if trying to push away a troubling thought. curiosity piqued, you asked, “what’s the matter?”

ahe shivered slightly and shook her head. “i just got a chill,” she said, her voice uncertain. she seemed lost in thought, her eyes darting around as if searching for something elusive. you watched her, puzzled by her sudden shift in demeanor. “what are you talking about?” you asked, but she was silent, her gaze fixed on something you couldn’t see.

suddenly, her eyes widened in surprise, and she stared in shock. you followed her gaze, your heart skipping a beat as you saw what had caught her attention. there, standing in the middle of the hallway, was park jimin. he was dressed in the school uniform, his appearance disturbingly casual. his smile was both enigmatic and unsettling, a contrast to the surrounding confusion and chatter.

your breath caught in your throat. the sight of him, so out of place in the school environment, was jarring. his presence seemed to draw the eye of everyone in the hallway, though he appeared to be a spectral figure to most, his gaze focused solely on you and haesoo. his eyes locked onto yours, a glimmer of amusement dancing in their depths. he stood with an air of effortless confidence, his posture relaxed yet commanding. the contrast between his calm demeanor and the chaos of the school around him only served to heighten the surreal quality of the moment.

haesoo’s expression was a mix of disbelief and fear, her earlier chill now palpable in her wide-eyed stare. you felt a cold shiver run down your spine as jimin’s smile grew, as though he enjoyed the effect he was having on you both. in the midst of the busy school hallway, where students milled about oblivious to the strange encounter, jimin’s presence seemed to create a pocket of stillness. you felt the weight of his gaze on you, a reminder of the enigmatic power he had claimed to possess.

the bell rang, breaking the spell and drawing the attention of the students back to their daily routines. his figure slowly faded from view, his presence slipping away as the normalcy of the school day reasserted itself. haesoo turned to you, her face pale and her voice trembling slightly. “did you see that?” she asked, her words barely audible. you nodded, trying to steady your racing heart. “yes,” you said, your voice tight with unease. “i saw him.”

the classroom rang with the usual chatter as students shuffled in, preparing for the day’s lessons. you took your seat, your mind still preoccupied with the unsettling encounter with jimin from the previous day. the door creaked open, and the noise in the room gradually subsided as the professor stepped in, his usual demeanor composed but with a glimmer of something unspoken in his eyes.

“good morning, everyone,” the professor began, his voice commanding attention. “we have a new student joining us today.”

you looked up, curiosity piqued. as the professor gestured toward the door, your heart skipped a beat when him stepped into the room. he wore the school uniform with an easy grace, his presence immediately drawing the eye. his smile was as enigmatic as ever, a contrast to the standard school attire that seemed almost to constrict the rest of the students.

jimin walked to the front of the class, his every step measured and confident. “hello, everyone,” he said smoothly, his voice carrying a pleasant yet unnerving calm. “i’m park jimin. it’s a pleasure to be here.”

a murmur of surprise rippled through the room, but it was taehyung’s scoff that caught your attention. from his seat at the back of the room, taehyung’s disdain was palpable. “so, what’s your power?” he called out, his tone dripping with skepticism. jimin’s eyes met his with a chilling intensity. “anything you want it to be,” he replied, his voice a low, deliberate drawl.

the room fell silent, and you could feel a shiver run down your spine as the weight of jimin’s words settled over you. taehyung’s expression shifted from confusion to curiosity, but before he could respond, something extraordinary happened. with a fluid motion, the empty desks around the room began to levitate, their wooden forms moving in a synchronized dance. the desks flew through the air, converging on taehyung and trapping him against the wall. the desks pressed around him with a force that was firm but not painful, effectively pinning him in place without causing harm.

taehyung’s eyes widened in alarm as he protested, his voice muffled by the barrier of desks. “what? let me go!” the professor, typically the picture of professional composure, allowed a faint smile to curve his lips, clearly amused by the display. jimin’s gaze remained fixed on taehyung, his expression one of calm detachment.

“if you say so,” he said, his voice laced with a touch of amusement. with a flick of his wrist, he used his telekinetic abilities to lift taehyung into the air. the desks followed suit, returning to their original places as taehyung was gently deposited on the other side of the room, away from the wall.

jimin’s smile widened as he turned to the class. “never gets old,” he remarked, the lightness in his tone belying the impressive display of power he had just demonstrated.

laughter erupted from the students, a mixture of relief and amusement at the unexpected demonstration. you found yourself caught up in the laughter, unable to suppress a grin as you locked eyes with jimin. his gaze held yours for a moment, a silent understanding passing between you. he took an empty seat beside you, his presence both comforting and disconcerting. the room gradually settled down, the buzz of conversation resuming as the class prepared for the lesson. you leaned in, trying to keep your voice low amidst the chatter.

“what are you doing here?” you whispered, your tone a mix of curiosity and apprehension. jimin’s smile remained as he leaned closer, his voice barely audible. “i told you i was your savior,” he whispered back, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief.

his words hung in the air, carrying with them a promise of further intrigue. as the professor began the day’s lesson, you found it difficult to concentrate, the encounter with him dominating your thoughts. the reality of his presence in your school, the display of his powers, and his cryptic assurances all melded into a whirlwind of uncertainty and anticipation.

the cafeteria was a hive of activity, alive with the usual din of laughter, chatter, and the clinking of trays and cutlery. the scent of various foods filled the air, mingling with the chatter of students as they moved through the line and found their seats. the vibrant atmosphere of the cafeteria was heightened today, the energy buzzing with heightened excitement and curiosity following jimin's display of power earlier in the day.

as you and haesoo made your way to a table, you noticed the crowd around jimin had only grown. groups of female students swarmed him, their faces alight with admiration as they offered him water, food, and even the best seats in the house. jimin declined each offer with a charming smile and a graceful wave of his hand, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for something.

your gaze met his across the bustling cafeteria, and for a brief moment, his eyes locked onto yours. your heart skipped a beat as haesoo let out a surprised yelp. “is he really coming over here?” she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. indeed, jimin was making his way toward you, his smile unwavering as he approached your table. he stopped in front of you, his presence commanding attention despite the chaos around him. “may i join you?” he asked, his voice smooth and inviting.

you nodded, still trying to process the surreal turn of events. he took a seat across from you, his posture relaxed yet assertive. the commotion around him seemed to fade into the background as he focused his attention on you, his smile never faltering. the surprise of his arrival was short-lived, however, as you suddenly felt a presence behind you. two hands settled heavily on your shoulders, and you turned to see taehyung’s smirking face looming above you.

“what do you want?” you asked, trying to maintain a tone of annoyance despite the flutter of unease in your chest. taehyung’s smirk widened as he replied, “i haven’t bugged you in a minute. besides, i have unfinished business here.”

before you could react, taehyung shoved you to the side, claiming the seat next to you with a casual disregard. he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, his grip firm and inescapable. you tensed, trying to wriggle free, but his hold was unyielding. “did you have fun humiliating me earlier?” he asked jimin, his tone taunting. his eyes were fixed on him, his smirk never faltering.

jimin’s smile didn’t waver, but his eyes narrowed slightly. “not enough,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of menace. he leaned forward slightly, his gaze locked onto taehyung. “let go of her.” taehyung’s grip tightened instead, pulling you closer into his side. “we’re good friends, aren’t we?” he said, his voice dripping with insincerity.

you turned to jimin, desperation in your eyes. he stood up abruptly, slamming his fork onto the table with a clatter that drew the attention of everyone nearby. he approached taehyung with a purposeful stride, his expression serious. “get up,” he ordered. taehyung’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he remained seated, continuing to pick at his food as if unfazed. jimin, however, was undeterred. he reached out and grabbed the collar of taehyung’s uniform, lifting him effortlessly into the air. the cafeteria fell into stunned silence, the usual noise abruptly ceasing as students gasped and murmured in shock.

taehyung dangled in the air, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and disbelief. “how can you do everything at once like that?” he demanded, his voice quivering. jimin’s expression remained composed, his gaze fixed on taehyung with a mixture of mockery and disdain. “would you like to be put down?” he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

taehyung hesitated, his pride warring with his fear, before he finally nodded. jimin, with a casual flick of his wrist, threw taehyung back down onto the floor. the impact was jarring, the sound of him hitting the ground echoing through the cafeteria. you watched in awe as jimin returned to his seat with a casual grace. the room was abuzz with whispers and murmurs, all eyes focused on the spectacle that had just unfolded. your own gaze was fixed on him, unable to hide your amazement.

“how did you do that?” you asked, your voice barely more than a whisper. jimin’s smile broadened, a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes. “already so impressed?” he replied, his tone light and teasing. “you should be.”

as you trudged home, the crisp evening air provided a slight reprieve from the sweltering heat of the day. the sky was painted with hues of pink and orange as the sun began to set, casting long shadows along the deserted sidewalks. the rhythmic sound of your footsteps echoed against the quiet streets, a comforting metronome in the solitude of your walk.

suddenly, you felt a light tap on your shoulder. you spun around sharply, your heart skipping a beat, but found only the empty street stretching behind you. you frowned, brushing off the sensation as a trick of the mind, and turned back around to continue your journey. however, the sight that greeted you made you catch your breath. jimin stood there, his presence like an unexpected burst of color in the dimming light. his sudden appearance was startling. you exhaled sharply and muttered, “stop doing that.”

a mischievous grin spread across his face, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “you’re pretty like that,” he said, his voice smooth and teasing. you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks. “what do you mean by that?” you asked, only to find that he was no longer there. the sudden emptiness where he had been left you feeling slightly disoriented.

you turned around quickly, and there he was again, standing behind you. his grin was unwavering, his eyes filled with playful mischief. “like that,” he repeated, his voice echoing in your ears.

you frowned in exasperation, your patience wearing thin. “stop scaring me,” you demanded, though the hint of amusement in your voice betrayed your frustration. jimin chuckled softly, his laughter a gentle ripple in the quiet evening. “it’s amusing,” he said, his voice lingering in the air as if he were still beside you.

just as you were about to respond, you felt yourself stumble, your foot catching on an uneven patch of sidewalk. before you could fully lose your balance and fall, jimin was there, catching you with effortless grace. he held you steady, his smile warm and reassuring. “but saving you is much better,” he whispered close to your ear.

you looked up at him, a mixture of annoyance and relief in your eyes. “you’re insane,” you said, though your voice carried a hint of gratitude. “i was fine on my own.”

jimin scoffed lightly, his gaze playful. “how did you like the taste of toilet water?” he asked, his tone laced with a teasing edge. your eyes widened in shock. “you saw that?” you gasped, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

he rolled his eyes as if this were the most obvious thing in the world. “i see everything,” he said dismissively. you quickly covered yourself, feeling a surge of indignation. “pervert!” you exclaimed, your voice a mixture of mortification and anger.

jimin’s eyes widened in surprise, his expression turning thoughtful. “a pervert?” he repeated, as if he were considering the accusation seriously. after a moment, he raised an eyebrow and asked, “would you like to be sent to the underworld?”

you shook your head vigorously, the thought of such a fate making you shiver. “no!” you said, your voice filled with urgency.

jimin smirked, his expression one of satisfied amusement. “that’s what i thought,” he said, his tone light and mocking.

by the time you reached your front door, jimin was nowhere to be seen. you rolled your eyes, muttering under your breath, “i know you’re there.” the familiar thwack against the back of your head, like an invisible slap, confirmed his lingering presence. you opened the door and stepped inside, where your brother daehyun was waiting. he looked at you with a skeptical expression, his eyes narrowing slightly. “who were you talking to?” he asked, his tone laced with suspicion.

you shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “just talking to myself,” you said with a casual wave of your hand. saehyun stared at you, his eyes wide with disbelief. “maybe you really have lost your mind,” he said, shaking his head in awe.

you playfully smacked him on the head, his reaction a mix of surprise and annoyance. “shut up,” you said with a grin, before heading toward your room. as you passed by the kitchen, your mother called out, “you seem to be in a better mood today.”

you paused for a moment, contemplating her observation. it was true that something had shifted within you, a glimmer of unexpected excitement mingling with the confusion. you turned to her and gave a small, genuine smile. “yeah,” you agreed softly. “maybe i am.”

as you closed the door behind you, the click of the lock seemed to echo in the quiet room. you leaned against the door for a moment, letting out a deep sigh as you tried to shake off the day’s events. the room was dimly lit by the slant of moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting long, ghostly shadows that danced across the walls.

when you turned around, you gasped. there, leaning casually against the edge of your bed, was jimin. his presence was both startling and oddly comforting. “i told you to stop doing that,” you said, trying to keep the irritation out of your voice.

jimin rolled his eyes with a dramatic flourish, his expression one of amused exasperation. “you’re easy to scare,” he replied with a smirk that made your heart skip a beat. he tilted his head slightly and added, “you must not be used to having men in your room.”

the comment struck a nerve, and you scoffed, feigning offense. “i’ve had plenty of experience,” you retorted, though the blush rising to your cheeks betrayed the unease you felt.

jimin’s eyes sparkled with suppressed laughter, his lips twitching into a smirk. “yeah, right,” he teased, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm. he paused and then added, “i’ve seen it all, you haven’t gotten laid in eighteen years.”

the jibe made your face flush with a mix of embarrassment and irritation. “i’ll kick your eyes,” you threatened, your voice edged with frustration. jimin raised his hands in mock surrender, a look of exaggerated fear crossing his face. “really?” he asked, his tone a perfect blend of feigned terror and mischief.

you nodded decisively and reached out to slap him, but his reflexes were impossibly quick. he caught your wrist effortlessly, his grip surprisingly firm. you tried to free your hand, but he held it fast. he smiled, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “like that?” he asked, his voice a low, teasing murmur. stunned, you raised your other hand, only to find that he was already there, catching it with equal ease. his strength was undeniable, and no matter how much you struggled, you couldn’t pull free. “don’t hit me that hard,” he said with a teasing lilt, his smile widening.

you were about to retort when he suddenly moved with a fluid, almost predatory grace. before you could react, he had you pinned against your closet door. your breath caught in your throat, and you felt your heart race as his face came dangerously close to yours. the proximity was overwhelming; his scent was intoxicating, and the heat of his body pressed against yours made it hard to think.

his smile was both captivating and unsettling. he leaned in slightly, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of curiosity and amusement. “why’s your heart beating so fast?” he asked softly, his voice a gentle caress against your ear.

you gulped, your gaze unable to tear itself away from his striking features. his eyes were mesmerizing, and his closeness made you acutely aware of how pretty he truly was. “because you’re scary,” you managed to say, your voice trembling slightly.

jimin scoffed lightly, releasing you with a dramatic flair as if your words had wounded him. “scary? you’re scarier,” he said, feigning offense as he took a step back, allowing you to breathe again.

you rolled your eyes, grateful for the distance, and waved your hand dismissively. “leave me alone. i have homework,” you said, trying to sound authoritative despite the lingering blush on your cheeks. his smile softened as he observed you, his gaze lingering on the flush that had crept up your neck. “homework, huh?” he mused, his tone carrying a hint of mock sympathy. he could clearly hear the rapid thumping of your heartbeat, and it only seemed to please him more.

you settled into your desk, the weight of the day's events still lingering in your mind. the room was dimly lit by the soft glow of your desk lamp, casting a warm, amber hue across the pages of your textbook. you had spread out your notes and textbooks with meticulous care, determined to tackle your calculus homework despite the whirlwind of emotions you were feeling. the air was heavy with the quiet hum of concentration, punctuated only by the occasional scratch of your pencil against the paper.

as you jotted down what you hoped were coherent notes on differential equations, you couldn’t shake the sensation of being watched. the hairs on the back of your neck prickled, and you glanced over your shoulder, half-expecting to see jimin’s mischievous grin. but the room remained empty, save for the clutter of your textbooks and papers. just as you resumed your scribbling, a voice broke the silence. “what are you working on?” jimin’s voice was smooth and casual, yet it carried a hint of amusement.

you jumped, nearly knocking over your pencil. “calculus,” you replied, trying to sound nonchalant as you continued to pretend to write notes. the subject matter, filled with complex equations and symbols, seemed even more daunting with his, once again, unexpected presence.

he strolled over with a lazy grace, his hands tucked into the pockets of his school uniform jacket. his eyes roamed over your paper with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. “do you actually have any idea what you’re doing?” he asked, his tone dripping with mock concern. you glanced up at him, attempting to maintain a facade of confidence. “yes,” you said firmly, though a hint of uncertainty crept into your voice.

jimin’s eyebrow arched skeptically. “are you lying?” he asked, his gaze narrowing as if he were scrutinizing every word you said. you hesitated, caught off guard by his directness. “yes,” you admitted with a sheepish grin, unable to maintain the pretense any longer.

he sighed theatrically, shaking his head with an exaggerated air of disappointment. “lying in the underworld is punishable, you know,” he said, his voice taking on a mock-serious tone. “people get their tongues cut out for that.” your eyes widened in alarm, and you gasped, “are you serious?” the very idea of such a gruesome punishment sent shivers down your spine, and you could hardly believe he was being genuine.

jimin stifled a giggle behind his hand, clearly finding your reaction amusing. “oh, absolutely,” he affirmed with a mischievous glint in his eye. you sighed, your shoulders slumping as you muttered, “i can’t wait to go to heaven.”

he raised an eyebrow and scoffed. “you’d never see heaven’s gates,” he said dismissively, a hint of derision in his voice. your eyes flashed with indignation as you retorted, “you have no idea what you’re talking about.”

jimin’s smirk widened. “you’re right,” he admitted, but his tone was far from apologetic. he glanced at your paper, his expression shifting to one of mild interest. “by the way, the answer to that equation is supposed to be squared,” he said, pointing at a particular spot on your paper with a casual air.

you let out a nervous laugh, feeling a wave of relief mixed with embarrassment. you quickly reached for your eraser, smudging out the scarily wrong answer you had previously written. with a trembling hand, you scrawled the correct answer in its place, hoping it would salvage your assignment. jimin watched you with an amused glint in his eye, seemingly delighted by the small victory of having helped you. his presence, though unsettling at times, had a peculiar way of making the mundane aspects of your life feel more bearable.

the clock on your desk ticked slowly as you fought against the drowsiness that tugged at the edges of your consciousness. your calculus homework lay spread out before you, the equations blurring together as you struggled to keep your eyes open. jimin’s presence was a faint, unsettling comfort in the periphery of your awareness. his earlier antics had faded into the background noise of your weary mind.

as you dragged your pencil across the paper, your eyelids grew heavier, and your head bobbed forward in a half-sleepy state. you mumbled aloud, your voice barely more than a tired whisper. “what are you doing here, jimin?”

a soft chuckle came from him, a sound that seemed to curl around you like a warm blanket. he leaned closer, his voice a low murmur that brushed against your ear. “do you really wanna know?” he asked, his tone laced with both curiosity and amusement. you nodded groggily, barely managing to keep your eyes open. “yes,” you managed to mumble, your voice trailing off as another yawn overtook you.

hia gaze softened, and he settled himself more comfortably on the edge of your desk. “well,” he began, his voice gentle and contemplative, “i’ve always wanted to live my life as a human, in the human world. i get to do that as long as i’m watching over someone.” you squinted at him through half-lidded eyes, the details of his face still fuzzy but recognizable. “why me?” you asked, your voice slurring slightly with exhaustion.

there was a moment of silence as jimin’s expression grew thoughtful. he seemed to weigh his words carefully before speaking again. “guess you were the chosen one, they sent me to you,” he said softly, as if the weight of the words carried a hint of destiny. his lips curled into a faint smile, though there was a touch of irritation in his eyes. “i wouldn’t have picked you if you weren’t so pretty,” he said with a hint of teasing in his voice. “all you do is cause trouble.”

you let out another yawn, your head nodding forward. “sorry,” you murmured, the apology barely audible as you fought to stay awake. you groaned softly, burying your face in your arms on the desk, too tired to respond. the relentless pull of sleep was too strong, and within moments, you succumbed to it, your breathing evening out as you drifted into a deep, much-needed slumber.

jimin watched you with a mixture of amusement and tenderness. as your breathing became steady and rhythmic, he let out a soft sigh, his gaze lingering on you with an almost wistful expression. he knew it was invasive, to watch you sleep like this, but he couldn’t help himself. there was something undeniably captivating about the way you looked when you were so peaceful and unguarded.

gently, he extended his powers, lifting you with a delicate touch of his mind. the process was effortless for him, and he guided you gently off the desk, ensuring you remained undisturbed. with a subtle concentration, he levitated you through the air, carrying you with the same care one might use to handle a fragile, precious object. he maneuvered you softly through the room, avoiding any obstacles as he floated you to your bed. as you were lowered onto the mattress, he took a moment to adjust the covers around you, tucking them in with a tender touch that belied his usual mischief.

he stood by the side of your bed, watching you with a soft, almost reverent gaze. you were curled up beneath the covers, your features relaxed and serene. the sight of you, so vulnerable and tranquil, stirred something within him—a curious blend of protectiveness and admiration. despite his role as a being from the underworld, tasked with watching over you and perhaps even unsettling you at times, he found himself captivated by your presence. the way your lashes rested against your cheeks, the gentle rise and fall of your chest with each breath, it all seemed to weave a kind of magic that he hadn’t expected to encounter.

as you trudged to school the following morning, the familiar hustle and bustle of the crowd provided a modest comfort. the sky above was a muted shade of gray, clouds hanging low as if mirroring the heaviness in your chest. the air was brisk, and you pulled your coat tighter around yourself, feeling the chill seep through despite your layers.

upon arriving at school, you approached your locker with a sigh, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep and the lingering unease from the previous night. however, as you reached your locker, you were startled to see jimin leaning casually against the row of metal lockers, his gaze fixed on you with a playful smirk. he seemed to materialize out of nowhere, his presence as striking and unanticipated as ever.

“slow for someone so thin,” he remarked with a teasing lilt in his voice. his eyes gleamed with mischief, a contrast to the gray morning. “do you ever eat, or is breakfast a myth for you?” you rolled your eyes at his casual tone and retorted, “i had breakfast this morning.” the words came out with more force than you intended, a small, defiant edge in your voice.

jimin’s smirk widened into a full-fledged grin, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. “liar,” he said, his voice dripping with playful derision. “I can tell you’re lying.”

the truth of his statement was a bitter pill to swallow. you hadn’t felt the pangs of hunger as acutely in recent days, and your appetite had waned significantly since the bullying had started. the constant stress had left you feeling hollow, both physically and emotionally. the comment stung more than you’d care to admit, but you forced yourself to look indifferent.

his gaze didn’t waver as he continued, his tone now carrying an edge of mock seriousness. “there goes your tongue,” he said suddenly.

your heart skipped a beat at his words. Instinctively, you raised a hand to your mouth, your fingers pressing against your tongue as you felt a wave of panic. you bit down hard, testing to make sure your tongue was still there. the sharp, familiar pain confirmed it was, and you sighed in relief, though the discomfort of his words lingered. jimin’s eyes gleamed with an unsettling mix of amusement and mystery. “is it still there?” he inquired, his voice low and teasing.

you nodded vigorously, though the movement was almost imperceptible due to your anxiety. his sigh was almost theatrical, filled with a mock sorrow that didn’t match the amusement in his eyes. “it won’t be for long,” he said cryptically, and without another word, he turned on his heel and walked toward the school building.

you called out after him, your voice tinged with a mixture of confusion and frustration. “what do you mean by that?”

jimin merely waved a hand over his shoulder in a dismissive gesture, his smirk remaining as he walked away. the gesture was both casual and enigmatic, leaving you with more questions than answers. his cryptic remark about your tongue gnawed at your thoughts as you stood by your locker, the sudden absence of his presence leaving an unsettling void despite the childish teasing.

as the class droned on, you found it increasingly difficult to focus, the remnants of last night’s exhaustion pulling at your consciousness. your pen had been moving on autopilot, and before you knew it, you had fallen asleep, your head resting heavily on your desk. the soft murmur of your classmates and the occasional rustling of papers seemed far away, a distant backdrop to your restless slumber.

suddenly, a loud voice jolted you awake. “homework, everyone.” the professor announced, his tone authoritative. you gasped, the realization hitting you like a cold splash of water. the panic set in as you scrambled to recall where you had left off. the professor began walking down the aisles, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

when he reached your desk, you fumbled with your notebook, your movements clumsy and disjointed. you retrieved it with a mix of shame and dread, handing it over to him with trembling hands. the professor’s eyebrows knitted together in surprise as he flipped through the pages, his expression shifting from curiosity to astonishment.

“did you really do all of this?” he asked, incredulous. his eyes were wide as he scanned the pages filled with neatly written answers, each question meticulously addressed and correctly solved.

you blinked, equally puzzled. “what do you mean?” you asked, trying to piece together what was happening.

the professor pointed to your notebook. “you’ve completed every single problem correctly,” he said, his voice a mix of amazement and disbelief. “this is impressive.”

you glanced down at the notebook and saw, to your shock, that every question was indeed answered accurately. a wave of confusion washed over you. you hadn’t remembered doing all this work, and the sense of accomplishment felt both foreign and surreal. as you tried to process the unexpected turn of events, you caught sight of jimin across the room. his gaze was fixed on you, and he offered a sly smile. he mouthed the words, “you’re welcome,” with a mischievous glint in his eyes. relief mixed with curiosity bubbled inside you.

the professor congratulated you, his expression softening with approval, and handed your notebook back. you muttered a thank you, still trying to shake off the disorienting sense of having accomplished something you didn’t remember doing.

at lunch, you headed to the cafeteria, hoping to sit with jimin. as you approached the table where you usually met him, your heart sank when you saw taehyung sitting there instead. he looked up as you arrived, and you could see a smirk forming on his lips. “what do you want now?” you asked, your tone weary but guarded.

he raised his hands in a mock gesture of surrender. “i promise i won’t do anything,” he said, a hint of playful mischief in his voice. “actually, i was wondering if you’d like to go out with me sometime.” you were stunned into silence. the unexpected proposition caught you off guard, leaving you at a loss for words. before you could find a response, haesoo opened her mouth, but her words were cut off by a commanding voice.

“move,” jimin said sharply, his voice cutting through the noise of the cafeteria like a knife.

all three of you turned to see him standing there, his demeanor suddenly shifting from relaxed to intense. his gaze was fixed on taehyung, and he took a step forward with a steely resolve. taehyung’s smirk faltered slightly. “go around,” he said dismissively, “i’m in the middle of something.”

to your shock, his expression darkened. he slammed his tray down on the table, the clatter of metal against plastic loud and jarring. he grabbed taehyung by the collar and pulled him close, his voice dropping to a low, menacing whisper. “unless you wanna be in the middle of nowhere, walk away.”

the tension in the air was palpable. taehyung’s eyes widened in surprise, and without another word, he backed away, his earlier bravado gone. he turned on his heel and walked off, leaving the space around you suddenly quieter.

you were left in stunned silence, your heart racing. jimin’s transformation from the charming, playful figure to someone so intimidating and cold was jarring. his capacity for sudden, intense aggression scared you, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. you tried to ignore him, focusing on your food and conversation with haesoo, not wanting to attract his attention or fall victim to whatever mood he might switch to next.

the walk home was eerily quiet, the usual chatter and clamor of the bustling streets muted by a heavy silence. the afternoon light was beginning to fade, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch endlessly along the pavement. you could hear the rhythmic patter of your footsteps and the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze, but jimin’s presence beside you added an unusual tension to the otherwise tranquil surroundings.

he had been walking silently next to you for a while, his stride effortlessly matching yours. his presence, though subdued, was impossible to ignore. he seemed to be waiting for you to say something, his eyes occasionally flicking towards you with a hint of curiosity. finally, he broke the silence. “what’s wrong?” he asked, his tone casual but with an underlying edge that suggested he was genuinely interested.

you gave a dismissive wave of your hand and forced a small smile. “nothing,” you assured him, trying to sound more confident than you felt. jimin’s expression shifted to one of mild annoyance. “you must think i’m stupid if you’re gonna brush it off like that,” he said, his voice laced with a mixture of impatience and amusement.

you sighed, feeling a pang of guilt. “i was just thinking. thanks for doing my homework, by the way.” jimin’s lips curled into a faint smirk. “you’re welcome. i’m nice like that.”

you paused, considering his words. “but there was no reason to be so cruel to taehyung,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. jimin’s eyes narrowed slightly. “really? were you actually gonna go on a date with that asshole?” he asked, his tone dripping with disdain.

you contemplated his question, trying to remember how you’d felt about taehyung’s offer. “maybe,” you said jokingly. his eyes widened with incredulity. “your tongue’s on the verge,” he said, rolling his eyes dramatically.

you gasped in mock horror and instinctively placed your hand over your mouth, as if to shield it from his prying. “stay away from my tongue,” you pleaded with a blend of annoyance and playfulness. jimin merely chuckled. “no promises,” he said, his tone light and teasing. this caused you to walk with your hand still covering your mouth, a futile gesture that did little to ease the odd sensation his presence brought.

when you reached your front door, you felt a sudden tug on the hand on your mouth. you spun around to confront jimin, ready to give him a piece of your mind. but as you turned, he was gone. the sudden absence of his presence was startling, leaving you standing there with a mix of frustration and confusion.

“asshole,” you muttered under your breath, the word barely escaping your lips as you glanced around to make sure he wasn’t lingering nearby. the street was empty, save for a few stray leaves skittering along the sidewalk, and there was no sign of jimin. with a resigned sigh, you pushed open the front door and slipped inside, the familiar warmth of your home a welcome contrast to the unsettling events of the day. you walked straight to your room, the encounter with jimin still fresh in your mind. the door clicked shut behind you, and you leaned against it for a moment, letting out a deep breath.

the room was cloaked in the soft, golden light of the late afternoon, casting long shadows that danced gently on the walls. the steady hum of your ceiling fan created a comforting backdrop as you sat on the edge of your bed, your thoughts tangled in a web of confusion and disquiet. jimin’s unpredictable behavior had been gnawing at you. one moment, he was charming and helpful, and the next, he was cold and menacing. the abrupt change in his demeanor was unsettling, and the weight of it made you uneasy. you needed a distraction, something to take your mind off the troubling thoughts.

with a resigned sigh, you turned on the tv. the screen flickered to life, and you absentmindedly began channel surfing, your mind not fully engaged with the images flashing before you. but then, a news anchor’s stern face filled the screen, and you were abruptly pulled into the broadcast. “—tragedy that has shaken the community. the bodies of oh mina and jung hana, two missing students, have yet to be found, and authorities now presume them dead. the search continues, but their families are left in agonizing uncertainty.”

you froze, your heart sinking as the anchor continued with a detailed recap of the events. the broadcast went on to describe the search efforts, the emotional pleas from their families, and the growing sense of despair that had settled over the community. the words felt like a physical weight pressing down on your chest, and a surge of guilt began to eat away at you. mina and hana had been cruel, yes, but no one deserved this. the thought of their families—worrying, grieving, and facing a future without their loved ones—made you feel sick. you found yourself grappling with the dissonance between their past actions and the very real, very human suffering unfolding now.

as you absorbed the gravity of the news, a familiar voice cut through your thoughts, chilling and disturbingly calm. “they got what they deserved,” jimin’s voice said, as though he had materialized out of thin air. he stepped into view, leaning casually against the door frame, his gaze fixated on the tv screen. “it’s a shame they aren’t actually dead.”

you turned to him, your eyes wide with shock and disbelief. “how can you say something so cruel?” you demanded, the hurt and anger evident in your voice. “how can you be so heartless?”

his expression hardened, his eyes narrowing slightly. “it’s always been an eye for an eye,” he retorted coldly. “they were awful to you. why should they get any sympathy?”

a surge of frustration erupted within you. “and what about their families?” you asked, the words coming out in a rush. “do you have any idea how they must feel?”

jimin snapped, his tone edged with bitterness. “they should’ve raised them better,” he shot back. “maybe then they wouldn’t have turned out the way they did.”

you were taken aback by his callousness. “you’re awful,” you said, unable to keep the scorn from your voice. “i can’t believe how heartless you really are.”

jimin’s demeanor shifted abruptly. he walked over and sat down beside you on your bed, his movements deliberate and measured. he looked at you with an intensity that was almost palpable, his gaze piercing through your defenses. “i did it for you,” he said softly, his voice losing some of its earlier bite. “because i cared for you.”

you looked at him, struggling to reconcile this softer side of him with the cruelty you’d just witnessed. “i don’t need a savior,” you said quietly, shaking your head. the weight of the day’s events and jimin’s complex personality were starting to feel overwhelming. his face softened, and for a moment, his expression was filled with a kind of sadness that seemed almost genuine. he reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch light and almost tender. in his eyes, you saw something akin to heartbreak.

“okay,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “if that’s what you say.”

without another word, he vanished, leaving you alone in the dim light of your room. the silence that followed was heavy, filled with the echoes of the harsh words and the complexities of his character. you sat there, feeling the weight of his absence and the lingering discomfort of his presence. the room seemed emptier now, and you were left with a tumult of emotions and unanswered questions.

the night stretched long and restless as you tossed and turned beneath your tangled sheets, your mind an endless swirl of confusion and disquiet. your bed seemed to have become a cage, its confines growing tighter with each passing minute. the darkness of the room was punctuated only by the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting fleeting shadows that danced unsettlingly on the walls.

you reached out in the darkness, searching for the comforting presence you had come to rely on. but tonight, there was nothing. no whisper of jimin’s voice, no flicker of his enigmatic smile—just an overwhelming silence that pressed against you like a heavy blanket. you called out his name, your voice barely more than a strained whisper in the stillness of the night. “jimin?” you croaked, the sound swallowed by the oppressive quiet.

the silence that followed was deafening. It seemed to stretch on forever, growing thicker and more suffocating with each passing moment. you strained to listen for any sign of him, but there was nothing—no rustle, no breath, no hint of his presence. desperation clawed at you, and you forced yourself to close your eyes, willing yourself to sleep, hoping that he would return with the dawn.

morning came, but with it, there was no sign of jimin. you woke with a start, the emptiness of your room a reminder of his absence. the space beside you on the bed was untouched, the air still and untroubled. you groaned, the reality of his disappearance settling heavily upon you. the morning routine was carried out on autopilot, the small tasks seeming to blur together as you prepared for school.

arriving at school, you felt the weight of his absence more acutely. the hallways, usually bustling with energy and life, felt hollow and empty. you walked through them with a growing sense of dread, your eyes scanning the familiar faces for any sign of jimin. but he was nowhere to be found. not in the crowded corridors, not in your classroom, not even in the places he had been known to linger.

you approached haesoo at lunch, a flicker of hope driving your steps. you needed to know if anyone else had seen him, if there was any chance he would reappear. “hey, haesoo,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady despite the anxiety you felt. “have you seen jimin today?”

she looked up from her lunch with a puzzled expression. “jimin? no, i haven’t seen him. why? you two seemed pretty close. he was kind of like your protector, wasn’t he?” you shook your head, trying to quell the gnawing worry in your stomach. “he isn’t,” you said, forcing a casual tone into your voice. “he’s my savior.”

the rest of the school day passed in a blur of gray and disinterest. the absence of jimin cast a shadow over everything, and you found it difficult to focus on the lessons or the conversations around you. It was almost as if the world had lost some of its color without him. when the final bell rang, you walked home with a heavy heart. each step felt like a step further away from the fleeting hope you had clung to. you tried to convince yourself that his absence was due to the lack of need, that perhaps he was simply giving you space. but deep down, you knew it was more than that. you had made him go away, whether intentionally or not, and the realization left you feeling hollow and uncertain.

as you neared your house, you saw haesoo walking beside you, her expression bright and expectant. “so, what do you think?” she asked, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “wanna hit the club tonight? it could be a lot of fun.” you considered it for a moment, your spirits lifted slightly by the prospect of distraction. “sure, that sounds good,” you agreed, trying to push aside the nagging emptiness you felt.

when you reached home, haesoo followed you inside. you found your mother in the kitchen, busy with the evening’s preparations. “mom, is it okay if i go to the club with haesoo tonight?” you asked, attempting to sound casual.

your mother glanced up from her task, her face thoughtful. “if she’s going,” she said with a dismissive wave, “you can go to the underworld for all i care.”

the words struck you like a chill, freezing the air around you. the mention of the underworld made your blood run cold, a sharp reminder of the dark and mysterious presence you had grown to both fear and depend on. you exchanged a look with haesoo, who seemed to notice the change in your demeanor but chose to remain silent. you forced a smile, nodding in acknowledgment. “thanks, mom.”

the evening was a muted whirl of apprehension and fleeting hope as you prepared for the night out. the room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, casting warm hues over the meticulously arranged wardrobe. you stood before the mirror, scrutinizing your reflection as you adjusted the sleek black dress that clung to your frame. it was a classic choice, understated yet elegant, but tonight, it felt lacking—an empty vessel yearning for validation you could not quite grasp.

you turned this way and that, trying to find satisfaction in your appearance. the dress, with its delicate fabric and subtle sheen, was perfect in its own right. but it felt as if something crucial was missing. your mind wandered to the image of him, the elusive presence that had once been a source of comfort and assurance. the empty space beside you in the mirror seemed to echo with his absence, and the longing for his approval gnawed at you with an intensity that left you feeling hollow.

with a deep sigh, you slipped your heels on, their click against the hardwood floor a sharp contrast to the muted sense of resignation you felt inside. daehyun’s voice broke through your reverie. “call if anything happens,” he said, his tone carrying a hint of concern. you nodded absentmindedly, giving him a half-hearted smile before heading out the door.

the night air was crisp and cool as you caught a cab to the club. the city lights blurred by the window seemed to race past you, each passing moment amplifying the sense of anticipation and uncertainty that clung to you. when you arrived, haesoo was waiting outside, her excitement palpable as she greeted you with a bright smile.

the club was alive with an electric energy, the pulsating lights and thumping bass creating an intoxicating atmosphere. haesoo led you inside, her hand firmly clasped around yours as you navigated through the crowd. “loosen up,” she urged, her voice barely audible over the music. “have a drink. it’ll help you relax.”

you allowed yourself one drink, the cool liquid sliding down your throat and momentarily easing the tension in your shoulders. you clutched the glass tightly, savoring the brief reprieve it offered as you observed the throng of bodies swaying rhythmically on the dance floor. the music was a relentless beat, each pulse a reminder of the vitality you felt slipping away. as you sipped your drink, a tap on your shoulder broke your reverie. you turned around, half-expecting to see jimin’s familiar, mischievous smile. instead, you were met with the gaze of an unfamiliar man. he had a confident demeanor, his eyes appraising you with an intensity that set your nerves on edge.

“you’re a gem,” he said, his voice smooth and insistent. “would you like to dance?” you offered a polite smile, shaking your head as you replied, “no, thank you. i’d prefer to stay here.”

undeterred, the man pressed on. “come on, don’t be shy. it’ll be fun.” you declined again, but his persistence quickly turned into forcefulness. before you could fully react, he grabbed your hand with a firm grip, pulling you towards the dance floor. you resisted, trying to free yourself from his grasp, but his other hand reached out to grab your jaw. his touch was rough and invasive as he forced you to look at him. “you’re coming with me whether you like it or not,” he said, his tone brooking no argument.

panic surged through you, but before you could cry out for help or struggle further, the man was abruptly thrown backward. he collided with the wall across the room with a violent thud, the impact reverberating through the space. the music abruptly stopped, plunging the club into a stunned silence as gasps spread through the crowd.

your heart raced, but as you watched the man slump against the wall, his head hanging limply, a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. you knew—had always known—that he was still there. the subtle, yet unmistakable, presence that had become so familiar to you was now unmistakable in the man’s sudden, forceful removal.

the crowd was a sea of shocked expressions, their murmurs rising in a crescendo of disbelief. you stood amidst them, your gaze locked on the spot where the man had fallen, feeling a profound sense of relief and, oddly enough, satisfaction. you could not see him, but his protective presence was unmistakable, the unspoken assurance that he was watching over you even now.

the night clung to you like a heavy blanket as you made your way home, the darkness of the streets mirroring the turmoil inside your heart. the taxi dropped you off at the curb, the hum of the engine fading into the background as you stood before your front door, fumbling with your keys. your hands trembled slightly, the chill of the midnight air seeping into your bones, and you struggled to fit the key into the lock. after what felt like an eternity, the lock finally clicked open, and you pushed the door open with a soft creak.

the house was enveloped in silence, your family long since retired to bed. the only sounds were the faint ticking of a clock somewhere in the darkness and the quiet thud of your heels against the wooden floor as you hurried up the stairs. excitement surged through you as you reached your room. with a flick of the switch, the room was bathed in warm light, but your excitement quickly turned to crushing disappointment. the room was empty.

the realization hit you like a ton of bricks, the breath leaving your lungs in a quiet, defeated sigh. you had hoped, prayed even, that he would be there, waiting for you as he always had been. but the room was devoid of that familiar presence, and the weight of his absence settled heavily on your chest.

you let the door swing shut behind you as you sank onto your bed, the soft mattress barely registering beneath you as you buried your face in your hands. the tears came unbidden, spilling down your cheeks in hot, silent streams as you whispered into the empty room, “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry for making you go away.”

the words broke the silence, and you felt the sobs rising within you, shaking your small frame as you struggled to keep them quiet. you pressed your lips together, trying to stifle the sounds that threatened to spill out, but it was no use. the pain was too much, too raw, and it poured out of you in ragged breaths as you continued, “i’m sorry for saying i didn’t need you. i do, i really do, jimin.”

the room remained still, the silence that followed your confession only deepening the ache in your chest. you felt like you were falling into an endless abyss, the darkness and loneliness closing in around you until it was almost suffocating. you cried harder, the tears blurring your vision as you clutched your knees to your chest, rocking slightly as you tried to find some semblance of comfort.

and then, just as the despair threatened to consume you entirely, a voice—familiar and tinged with amusement—cut through the silence. “you’re ruining your makeup.”

your head snapped up so fast you almost felt dizzy, your heart leaping into your throat as you searched the room with wide, tear-filled eyes. and there he was, standing by the window, the corners of his lips curled into that playful smile that made your heart skip a beat. you couldn’t help yourself. you were off the bed and across the room in an instant, throwing yourself into his arms with such force that you nearly knocked him over. he let out a soft laugh as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as you buried your face in his chest, your tears dampening the fabric of his shirt.

“you must’ve really missed me,” he teased, his voice a gentle murmur against the top of your head. you nodded against him, unable to find the words to express the overwhelming relief that washed over you. “i’m so sorry,” you managed to choke out, the words coming out in a rush, desperate to make him understand. “i didn’t mean it, jimin. i didn’t mean any of it.”

he pulled back slightly, just enough to cup your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that continued to fall. there was a softness in his gaze that made your heart ache, but his next words were laced with playful teasing, “i don’t know if i can forgive you,” he said, feigning hurt. your frown deepened as more tears pooled in your eyes, your bottom lip trembling as you whispered, “i’m sorry, i’ll do anything, jimin. anything.”

he peered at you from the corner of his eye, a sly smile tugging at his lips as he pretended to think it over. “anything?” he asked, his tone light but his eyes watching you intently. you nodded without hesitation, willing to do whatever it took to make things right between you.

a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes as he pointed to his cheek. “give me a kiss.”

you didn’t hesitate. you leaned in, pressing your lips gently to his cheek, the warmth of his skin grounding you in a way that nothing else could. but before you could pull back, he turned his head, and your lips met his in a kiss that sent a jolt of electricity through your entire body. he smiled into the kiss, and you couldn’t help but smile too, the weight of your earlier sadness lifting as you melted into him. the kiss was soft and sweet, a silent promise that you had been forgiven. but there was an underlying intensity that made your heart race, a sense of longing that neither of you could ignore.

when you finally broke the kiss, you looked up at him, your eyes searching his as you whispered, “don’t go anywhere ever again.” his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your lips as he replied, “i won’t, i promise.”

the words were barely out of his mouth before his lips were on yours again, this time more urgent, more demanding. you responded in kind, your hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer, the kiss deepening until you were both breathless. His hands roamed your back, pulling you flush against him as the intensity of the moment grew. the room seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in a world of your own creation, where nothing else mattered but the feel of his lips on yours, the warmth of his body against yours, and the unspoken connection that bound you together.

breathy gasps filled the air as the kiss became more intense, more desperate. his hands slid to your waist, pulling you even closer as the world around you continued to disappear. on that moment, nothing else mattered—no doubts, no fears, no regrets. there was only him, only you, and the undeniable pull between you that refused to be denied.

his fingertips trailed down your sides, reaching the hem of your shirt, and with one smooth motion, he lifted it over your head, tossing it aside to expose your braless tits. your nipples pebbled at the sudden coolness of the air, and jimin’s eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of you. “so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine.

you reached for the button of his pants, fumbling with the zipper as you felt his hands move to the back of your neck, tracing the skin with his nails, his eyes feasting on your naked tits. his gaze was hungry, and it made you feel powerful, desired. without breaking eye contact, you lowered yourself to your knees, your heart racing as you took his hardening cock into your hand.

his breath hitched as you leaned in, your hot breath ghosting over the tip before you took him into your mouth. jimin’s hands found your hair, his grip tightening as you began to suck, your tongue swirling around him, exploring every inch of his length. you moaned around him, the sound vibrating through him and making his knees tremble. his moans grew more intense, his words a mix of praise and demand as he guided your head, pushing deeper into your mouth.

his eyes never left yours as he watched you, the way your cheeks hollowed out, the way your tongue danced around him. “so good to me,” he murmured, his voice strained with pleasure. “but i know what you really want, don’t i?” you pulled back, panting, and nodded. you knew exactly what he wanted. without another word, you stood up, and together you moved to the bed, his hand never leaving the small of your back, guiding you, claiming you. your heart raced as you felt the mattress dip beneath you, his weight pressing you into the softness.

his hands were everywhere, exploring your body as if it was the first time, because it was. every touch felt new, every kiss a revelation. he pulled your panties down, his eyes never leaving yours as he exposed your vulnerable pussy to him. your cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and nerves. he leaned down, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, “no one else will ever have you like this.”

his mouth found your clit, and you gasped, your hands gripping the sheets as he began to lick and suck. the sensation was overwhelming, and you couldn’t help but buck your hips against his face, desperate for more. he chuckled against you, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through your body. “you’re so eager,” he said, his voice muffled against your skin. “it’s almost obvious you're a virgin.”

you moaned in response, unable to form a coherent argument as he worked his magic. your body tensed, the pressure building until it was almost unbearable, and then with one slick thumb sliding into your ass, you shattered, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. your eyes squeezed shut as you rode the waves of pleasure, feeling him licking up every drop of your arousal as your pussy spasmed around his thumb.

when you finally opened your eyes, jimin was hovering over you, his own pants and boxers a discarded mess on the floor. the tip of his cock nudged against your entrance, and he smirked down at you, his eyes full of mischief. “came for me just like that, huh?” he asked, his voice thick with lust. you nodded, unable to form words, and he pushed inside you with a groan that seemed to come from the very depths of his soul. you were tight around him, your body untouched by anyone else, and he took his time, savoring every inch as he filled you completely.

his hips began to move, slow and deliberate, and you could feel him stretching you, filling you in a way that was both painful and exquisite. he leaned down, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss as he whispered, “i’m gonna ruin you for anyone else, you know that?” you didn’t care about the pain. you only cared about the way he felt inside of you, about the way his kiss made you feel alive. you wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him deeper, needing more of him as he broke through your barrier with a gentle but firm thrust. a gasp tore from your throat, but it was quickly followed by a moan as pleasure began to overtake the initial discomfort.

jimin’s eyes never left yours as he began to move in earnest, his hips sliding in and out of you with an ease that belied the tightness of your grip on him. you could feel your body adjusting to him, stretching and clinging to him like a second skin. the filth that left his mouth grew more intense, his words a filthy litany that had you squirming and whimpering beneath him. “fuck, i love you. only mine, no one else's.” he growled, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in slow, firm circles that had your eyes rolling back in your head.

your orgasm built again, more intense than the first. your pussy was slick with arousal, and with every thrust, he hit that perfect spot deep inside of you, making your toes curl and your back arch. he was relentless, his mouth moving from your lips to your neck, nipping and sucking as he claimed you in every way possible. and then, just as the tension was about to snap, he slammed into you, his thumb pressing harder on your clit, and you were coming apart, your body shaking with the force of it.

you felt him swell inside of you, his cock pulsing as he reached his own climax, filling you with his warmth. he groaned your name against your neck, his entire body tensing as he emptied himself into you. the sensation was unlike anything you had ever felt, a mix of pleasure and possession that had you clinging to him as if he was the only thing keeping you tethered to reality.

when it was over, you lay there, panting and trembling, your body still fluttering with the aftershocks of your orgasm. jimin kissed you softly, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, “no one else will ever touch you like this, remember that.” you nodded, your voice a mere whisper as you promised, “only you, jimin. only ever you.” he pulled out, and you felt the sticky warmth of his cum trickling down your thighs.

he lay beside you, pulling you into his arms, your bodies entwined as the last of the adrenaline slowly drained away. your heart was still racing, but it was a good kind of scared, the kind that came from knowing you had just given yourself to someone who would protect you with every fiber of his being. you knew he was from the underworld, that he had come to protect you, and in that moment, you had never felt safer.

after a few moments of quiet, he smirked and broke the silence with a question that took you by surprise. “was that really your first time?” his voice was low, slightly teasing, but there was an edge of genuine curiosity there that made you raise an eyebrow. you scoffed lightly, still feeling the lingering warmth from the kiss. “yeah,” you replied with a hint of sarcasm, “my first time just happened to be with a demon from the underworld.” the words were meant to be a joke, but the moment they left your lips, you realized how bizarrely true they were.

jimin propped himself up on his elbows, feigning offense as he stared at you with mock indignation. “how could you be so cruel as to call me that?” he asked, his tone playful but with a glint of something deeper in his eyes, something that made you want to tease him further just to see where it would lead.

you couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you, the tension from earlier easing into something lighter, more playful. “you’re right,” you conceded, your voice softening as you leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on his lips. the brief contact sent a familiar warmth through you, and when you pulled back, you locked eyes with him and continued, “you’re not a demon. you’re my savior.”

the words hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning. for a moment, you both stayed like that, the intensity of your earlier exchange lingering in the quiet space. his gaze softened, the teasing glint fading into something more serious as he studied your face, as if committing every detail to memory. he sighed softly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he reached up to brush a stray strand of hair away from your face. his fingers lingered on your skin, tracing a gentle path down your cheek before coming to rest under your chin, tilting your face up slightly so he could look you in the eyes. “your savior, huh?” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. there was something almost sad in his expression, a hint of vulnerability that you rarely saw from him.

you nodded, your heart pounding in your chest as you held his gaze. “yeah,” you whispered back, your voice filled with a sincerity that left no room for doubt. “you’ve always been there for me, even when i didn’t want you to be. you saved me, jimin.” the admission hung in the air between you, the weight of it pressing down on you both. you saw the way his expression shifted, the playful mask he usually wore slipping away to reveal something raw and unguarded beneath it. his eyes darkened, the intensity in them making your breath catch in your throat.

for a long moment, neither of you spoke, the silence filled with everything you had left unsaid. then, finally, jimin leaned in, closing the small distance between you as he captured your lips in a kiss that was softer, gentler than before. there was no urgency this time, no desperation—just the quiet, undeniable connection that had always existed between you.

when he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered, “i don’t ever want you to feel like you’re alone again. you understand that, right?” you nodded, your heart swelling with an emotion you couldn’t quite name as you whispered back, “i understand.”

he smiled at that, a small, genuine smile that lit up his entire face. “good,” he murmured, his voice filled with a tenderness that made your chest ache. “because i’m not going anywhere. Not now, not ever.” you leaned into him, closing your eyes as you let the warmth of his presence envelop you, the steady beat of his heart beneath your hand grounding you in the moment. and for the first time in a long while, you felt at peace—like you had finally found the place where you belonged.

the two of you stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment. eventually, he shifted, pulling you closer as he lay back down, his arms encircling you protectively. you nestled against him, your head resting on his chest as you listened to the steady rhythm of his breathing, the rise and fall of his chest lulling you into a sense of calm. as you lay there, your thoughts drifted back to everything that had happened—the confusion, the fear, the overwhelming sense of loss when you thought he was gone for good. but now, in his arms, all of that seemed to fade away, replaced by a certainty that you couldn’t quite explain but knew to be true.

jimin was your savior. and as long as he was by your side, you knew that you would be okay.

✧.*

a/n: this was so cute can't wait to go back to jackson wang cameos and angst

star-crossed (비운의) — park jimin (박지민)

(UPCOMING)

✧.* 16+

✧.* genre: drama, hurt/comfort, slight angst, action

✧.* cast: park jimin, (y/n) (l/n), jeon jeongguk, lee youngji, kim heechul, jung hoseok, lee hyunseo, jackson wang, kim jisoo

✧.* everybody knew the peace never lasted long, if it ever existed in the first place. you could bring it back, you just had to win. after all, fortune favored the bravest.

Define Us - pjm

Pairing: Park Jimin x reader

Genre: smut, angst, roommate au, slice of life, some fluff

Warnings: explicit language, smut

Word count:3792

18+

Synopsis: The day you enroll the university Jungkook is there to help you. When you have difficulties with the place you move in, Jungkook asks if you’d like to be his and his friend, Jimin’s roommate. The tension between you two is undeniable but you’re not certain of your feelings. How will things turn out with Jimin after a night out?

⌜Hope you’ll enjoy…💜⌟

You’ve met Jungkook on the day you enrolled to the university. He was in charge of helping the newcomers. There was a document missing and he was signed to help you. It was the last day of the enrollments and the guy that was supposed to be renting you the house you were going to move in turned out a fraud. That was the reason you got there the last minute. You found a place but it was too expensive and located way too far away from the school.

Having to spend the half of the day running here and there for signatures, you’ve become familiar with one another. After the term began, he would always call you over during breaks and you’d join him and his friends. You were so grateful that your breaks coincided with the only person you knew there.

Eventually you two ended up becoming good friends. One day, he was appalled to see your puffy red eyes as he was leaving the school. You ended up explaining him that you were having problems with your place. Right away he told you that him and his roommate were looking for a roommate and asked you if you’d like to move in with them. You didn’t take the offer right away since it’d be relatively odd to stay in a boys, let alone a person you’ve never met in person’s house but you finally gave in and decided to give it a shot.

 The highly anticipated weekend was finally here after an exhausting week. You going from place to place for job interviews to be able to pay the rent for Jungkook’s place which you now shared with his other friend Jimin.

With Jimin things were different. You were here now for almost 2 months and you got along very well. There was a chemistry. You couldn’t quite tell if it was a romantic or more of a sexual one, either way whenever he was around, your body somehow reacted to him.

It wasn’t obvious whether if he liked you or just wanted to fuck your brains out. On the other hand the attraction you felt towards him was something tad different than just lust. You wouldn’t hate going into bed with him but it was really likely for you to feel hurt afterwards to act as if nothing had happened. You guess you actually really did like him.

 It has been two weeks since you started looking up for a job and you finally landed in one. Part-time but enough to pay for your part of the rent. You were in front of the condo waiting for boys to let you in.  “What’s the password?” You could feel Jungkook smiling now through entry phone.

 “Let me in.”

 “Oh wrong address.”

 “I’ll be going then.” You pretend to leave and he chuckled and granted the entrance. You slowly made your way up.

“Come on in.”

You open the door and let yourself in.

 “Boys?”

 Jungkook and Jimin were both sat on the couch looking intently at the phone in Jungkook hands.

“You received a dick pick? Congrats!” You cooed at Jungkook as you closed the door behind you.

“You’d like that. Wouldn’t you?” Commented Jimin as he smirked at you. You smiled and shook your head disapprovingly as you start untying your shoes. “Fuck off.”

Jimin chuckled and motioned you hello with his free hand while Jungkook was still scrolling through something. “Hey.” You mouthed back. You went to your room to drop off your stuff and went back to the living room just before they stood up.

“Hey boys. How has your day been?”

 “Not bad really. How about yourself?” Jungkook spoke as poured himself some water from the counter.

 “Tiring but now I have a job!” You said shrugging.

 “Oh congratulations!”

 “Thank you. Thank you.”

 You did a little dance and took a bow.

 “How about we go out to celebrate? And this way you won’t be able to have an excuse.” You asked and looked at him expectantly. Jungkook stopped and thought quickly before nodding.

 “Why not? You coming too Jimin.” He nudged him.

 “Can’t let two ladies go out by themselves.” Jimin joked and came to you put his elbow on your shoulder and leaned on you. This made your heart skip a beat but you remained cool.

“Pfft. True.” Scoffed Jungkook. “Let me see if the boys will tag along.” And he left the room leaving you and Jimin alone. He moved away from you without breaking the eye contact. “Let’s have some fun tonight.”

 It took you approximately an hour to leave. Despite the common belief, boys took longer to get ready, defying the odds. Boys were going to meet you at the club.

As you were headed there you caught his eyes on you multiple times. The night was going to be interesting. Maybe tonight was going to be the one to define you. What you were to one another.

The boys were already here, encircling a table in the back of the club. Typical night out for them, or just whenever they were together it was all laughter and jokes, pretty much enjoying themselves no matter what. Jimin offered his arm to support you in your heels as you got to where the guys were.

“Finally! I was going to call the cops.”

“I swear this isn’t on me this time.” You put your hands up laughing.

“Well you look great love.” Hoseok complimented.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him humbly.

“The night has only begun, keep the flirting for later on.” Spoke Jin out of nowhere, making everything go absolutely awkward.

Jimin shifted uncomfortably next to you. “I’ll get the drinks. Jungkook, soju yeah?” Jungkook was in the middle of a saying something before briefly nodding at Jimin he went back to talking to Taehyung. “I’ll have a-” Your sentence was cut right in the middle because he already was headed to the bar. “Cheongju?” You stare after him slightly stupefied.

You stood there waiting for him to comeback as the guys were long gone into a conversation about God knew what. You felt like you’ve done something like you were responsible for his odd behavior but the thing was that there was nothing to be acting the way he did. A sigh escaped your lips catching Namjoon’s attention.

“What’s up with you?”

“Nothing. Just a little tired.”

“Oh come on the night haven’t even started yet.” He was right you’ve been here for only 15 minutes and here you were being a Debbie Downer for no reason. “Yeah, you’re right.” You smiled at him, trying to lighten up your mood. A moment later Jimin joined you with two beers and a Cheongju in his hands. Handed Jungkook his beer and you, your drink. “Thanks.” He looked away as he took a sip from his beer. This was starting to get on your nerves. Why was he acting like this? What was the point?

After two drinks you were starting to feel them oozing into your mind and weakening your mind and body. Your limit was 3, beyond that was blackout. It had the effect of a 3 on you. This drink was already strong as it was but since your stupid ass decided it was okay to do shots when they weren’t even half way empty, you were somewhere in between drunk and tipsy at this point.

The rhythm was bringing your hidden careless self out. Along with the drink as well. As you were dancing it felt like nothing mattered. You felt sexy. Shortly after showing off some of your dance moves you stole off of some stuff you’ve watched online, you were pulled in for a dance off with Hoseok. You were going from competing to dancing together and so on. Mixture of cheers and laughter erupted between you as you enjoyed each other’s company.

Your mind wandered off to Jimin for a second. Wondered what he was up to during all the dancing. You knew he wasn’t particularly a dancer unless he was truly drunk. You tried to find him in the club as the lights danced on the zombie like bodies that were dancing off tempo to the beat.

At first your eyes missed him but the second time you saw him the picture finally sank in. There was a girl. Dancing on him. Literally she was on him grinding and was holding onto him as if her dear life was depended on this. This girl was all over him. She attempted to kiss him but he didn’t let her. That very moment his eyes met yours.

This wasn’t right. Your chest filled up with pain. What was this? Jealousy? You diverted your gaze and attempted to focus on the sweaty bodies away from where he was stood. “At least someone is enjoying themselves.” Stated Jungkook coming up to you with a bottle of soju in his hand, pointing at Jimin. “Are you enjoying yourself?” You asked attempting to shrug off the stabbing pain in your chest. “Yeah. You?”

“Well, I will.” You smirk as a not so smart but good enough for an intoxicated state of mind kind of an idea came to your mind. You let your body loosen up and leave yourself into the hands of the music. Your hips started to sway to the beat, earning a cheer from Jungkook before him going back to where the other lads were. Your hands go up and down on your torso as you give a quick suggestive glance at Jimin. He wasn’t looking. You ignored and continued the process. Just before you were about to hit the ground you felt someone’s hand on your arm.

“Mind if I join you?” Asked a stranger. His breath smelled of gin and cigarettes. He wasn’t going to remember tonight. Heck like you were. “Please.” You turned your back to him and kept swaying your ass. The dress slightly going up with every courageous move you make. You did make a daring fashion choice but the person you made it for was too busy with someone else.

As you kept dancing, more like grinding at this point the stranger started to get rougher with you. At first you let it be but slowly it was becoming aggravating. You were trying to get away from his arms without making it look like it but he pulled you even tighter and you felt a bulge poking your back, you truly hated everything. Hated yourself. Hated Jimin for making you doing stupid things like this. You hated Jimin because he drove you crazy and he chose that slut. You attempted to escape his grip one more time. This time you were being obvious. You didn’t want him or his stupid dick. You just wanted to leave.

“We’re not done yet sweetheart. Where do you think you’re going?” He leaned for a kiss but you pushed his face away. “Let the girl go.” Jimin’s hand was on the guys shoulder in a threatening manner. The guy let go of you and raised his hands in surrender. Jimin’s physique must’ve intimidated him. Compared to Jimin, he in no shape to win a fight against him.

After the guy left our sight, it was you and Jimin. You staring anywhere but him. His eyes on nowhere but you. “I’m going home.” Your voice came out weak but you were surprised it did after all. You doubted he heard you in this loud place. You glanced at him before moving away from him. His facial expression told you that he was mad, fuming really but he wasn’t likely to show aggression. He wasn’t that kind of a person. Not because he was a softy or anything but because he was too chill for that jazz.

You managed to find your table then took your purse avoiding any possible eye contact from the boys then left. It only took you about 15-20 minutes to get home. You were already sober with the adrenaline. Way to ruin a night out. The heels were killing you by now so you took them off in the elevator and waited to reach our floor. With the beep sound, the elevator reached your floor and the doors opened. The feeling of familiarity was all you needed right now and as soon as you were a step away from the main door, your wish was granted.

The night was supposed to be great and yet here you were by yourself feeling worse than ever. If it weren’t for Jimin, you could’ve ended up in this guy’s house and God knows what would’ve happened then. You hated that you owed him that now. You gently put the key to the key hole, shortly after realizing it’s the wrong key. Just you were about to look for the next one someone grabbed you from the wrist and spun you over, pinned you to the door and forced a kiss on you. His cologne was familiar enough to knock you out of your senses. This wasn’t the familiarity you were asking for. Or was it? As much as you wanted to kiss him, more than anything in the world you didn’t reciprocate the kiss. It didn’t take him long to get that. He stepped away to look at you.

“What’s wrong?”

“Honestly? Everything.”

“Is it because of that guy?”

“Yes.” A big fat lie.

“Or is it the girl?” You rolled your eyes before kneeling down to get the keys.

“Why are you even here?” You spoke, your voice harsher than you intended it to be. You put the right key in this time and managed to open the door.

“I followed you.” He entered after you then closed the door behind him.

“Creepy.” You mock and put the keys on the key holder. You rush to your room that ironically happens to be right next to his. Just you were about to close the door he came in.

“You can’t deny what we have.” He leaned on the wall, blocking your way.

“What is it that we have?” You asked slowly losing your temper.

He took a step toward you, closing the distance. Just before he could you moved away from him.

“Look. Maybe we did have something. But now, it doesn’t feel like that anymore.”

Why did your chest hurt so badly?

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we’re not meant to be.”

“But we are. Look you’re the only one in my mind. Every minute, every fucking second.”

 “Bullshit.” You sat yourself down on your bed to take a breath. The argument was getting heated up and you didn’t want that, not that you didn’t want to argue with him but to give him that. He felt important but was he really that important?

“If you want to address to what happened tonight, it was all your fault.” He said coldly.

“Excuse me?” You looked at him offended, your voice raised slightly. He sighed and sat next to you.

“If you weren’t wagging your tail at Hoseok like that nothing would’ve happened. The girl. That jerk. This, right now.”

“I wagged my tail at Hoseok? He’s my friend! You should’ve known that by now. Your stupid misunderstanding led to this. It caused a chain reaction and now I feel more defeated than you I have.”

“How about we stop blaming each other and enjoy each other’s company? It’s just you and me at last.”

“Jimin I-“ you tried to protest. He cut you off by putting his thumb on your lip then moved it on your cheek as he intently watched you.

“I’m going to show you what it is that we have.” He leaned in and waited for you for a second to see whether if you liked it or not. You didn’t hate it but you were butt hurt and you wanted to rant but he was making it impossible. It was as impossible as resisting to him.

Once he made sure it was okay to kiss you, he slowly pecked you. Your heart fluttered with the warm feeling taking over your body. His eyes met yours briefly. There was hunger, lust and a little bit of innocence hidden. Was it perhaps love? You gulped on your thought right before he connected our lips for a longer kiss. You were no longer mad. You wanted him. You wanted him right there and then. You put your hands on each side of his cheeks deepening the kiss turning it into a full on make out session. He broke the kiss to look at you.

“Holy shit.”

You pulled him to continue from where you were left off only for him to pull back again. Disappointed in the loss of his soft lips on yours, you let out a grunt and gave him an annoyed look.

“If you won’t stop me now, you won’t be able to.”

“I don’t want you to.” You spoke as moving a stray hair out of his face, giving him a smile. His mouth dropped a little to say something. His face was redder than you could ever imagine him possible be. His lips once more found yours much more forcefully. With the impact of the kiss you were now lying on your bed. He easily turned you around and you were now on top. You could feel his growing member underneath you making you more aroused than you already were. His hand found the hem of your little dress, removing it with one swift move leaving you in your purposefully picked lacy underwear. He admired your body for a second and seemed pleased with the choice you’ve made.

“Mm. Somebody was prepared.” He grinned. You felt the blood rushing up to your cheeks so you leaned in for a kiss. You didn’t want him to see the affect he had on you.

“That’s cute.” He smiled in between the kiss. Well shit.

“Shit baby.” He spoke breathlessly as he admired your breasts and pulled you closer to him as he gently palmed them. You moved your hips a little to rub his manhood. A moan escaped his plump lips. Then you pushed him off with a smirk on your face before tugging on his shirt signaling for him to strip down.

“Your wish is my command.”

He quickly took off his shirt and his pants. You licked your lips and admired the view. He was like a Greek statue. He was perfect. This was perfect.

“Like what you see huh?”

“Mm-hmm.” You smile and give him a kiss as you climb back on him. After giving one last peck on his lips you slowly started going down on his body. He exhaled loudly then tilted his head back. You kept leaving trails of sloppy kisses until you stop on his V-line just before you got to his manhood. You sucked on him little through the fabric of his boxers making him shiver with anticipation. You pulled his boxers down and took his member in your hand and stroked him up and down. He gave you a vulnerable look as you brought your lips closer to him; he gulped right before gave him a little peck. Then you started to lick him from his base to the tip of his shaft. You tease him by making delicate circles with your tongue on his tip before wrapping your lips around his member. His hands almost immediately found the back of your head and pushed you further down to your surprise. You gagged a little before readjusting yourself to take him deeper.

“Sorry.” He breathed chuckling. “Jesus.” You chuckled and rolled your eyes then gave his now rock hard member another kiss before taking him back in.

“Damn you’re good.”

You giggled then shrugged with a smug look on your face.

“Your turn now. I want to taste you baby.” He brought you back up and gently placed you on the mattress and kneeled down before the area you craved him the most. He teased your entrance with his tongue then swirled it around your clit. Every spot his lips touched was aching for his touch.

“So this is the affect I have on you?” He whispered turning you on more than you already were. You didn’t think that was even possible.

A moan escaped your arched lips causing him to smile with amusement and victory.

“I’m almost there.” You breathed heavily feeling the throbbing sensation taking over your lower abdomen.

“Wait for me baby.” He said before standing up, motioning you to scoot further so he could join you in the bed. He climbed on top of you then placed himself in between your legs. He rubbed his dick along your entrance teasing you mercilessly.

“Stop teasing.” You said through gritted teeth. He smirked at your hastiness and licked his lips as if you hadn’t suffered enough.

Hasty or not you couldn’t wait any longer so you wrapped your legs around him and pulled him to you startling him with your sudden action.

He collided his lips with yours as finally slid himself in. Your bodies became one. You pulled him closer with your arms leaving you chest to chest. His warmth on you sent an ecstatic feeling into each pore existing on your body. With each thrust you were again getting closer and closer to your climax this time to be able to let it go. He planted brief kisses now and then on your lips as he continued to penetrate you.

“I’m-.” You moaned and tensed around him before you could let him know your body was trembling with your climax.

His breathing increased and his thrusts became erratic indicating he was also close. He pulled out and jerked off and spilled himself all over your belly.

“You made a big mess big boy.” You teased playfully. He laughed and stood up to get a towel.

“Let’s take a shower instead.” You offered.

“One condition.” He jumped back on the back looking dead serious.

“Uh...yeah, okay what is it?”

“Be my girlfriend.” He spoke softly nuzzling into your neck leaving small traces of kisses here and there.

“Oh. OH. Well I thought it would be like a one night stand kind of a thing.” You pushed his face away.

His face fell almost immediately. He looked down and gulped and you truly felt bad at the sight. Yet it was definitely worth it.

“I’m just messing with you.” You smacked his arm and leaned in for a peck.

“You, are the worst.” He put his hand on his chest sighing in relief.

“Seriously though. Let’s get it done before Jungkook gets back.”

“After you girlfriend.”

Jimin Fic Recommendations

a - angst f - fluff s - smut

One Shots

I want to be with you (a s f) by @oddinary4bts ⊹₊⋆ moving to Seoul has always seemed like a good idea, until the bubble bursts when you realize your new neighbor is Park Jimin, and he's not the sweet angel you've always imagined him to be. Will the reality of Park Jimin forever be a nightmare, or will he turn into a sweet dream?

Ho-Ho-Home (a s f) by @jjungkookislife ⊹₊⋆ Golden neighbor extraordinaire, Park Jimin, is (unintentionally) stealing your spotlight this holiday season. Despite your one sided rivalry with him, all Jimin wants is for you to remember him, to remember your past and hopefully create a future with you.

Into the wilderness (a f) by @gukyi ⊹₊⋆ alright, so last summer’s camp was... disastrous. from the murky green showers to the wasps nests, it was all-around a bad time. but none of those things could be quite as catastrophic as the end-of-camp counselor campfire, when you told park jimin that you were in love with him. and if telling him was terrible, then seeing him again this summer, one year after your fruitless confession, just might be the death of you.

The Boyfriend Concept (f s) by @kpopfanfictrash ⊹₊⋆ Win a Date with a Porn Star! You saw the sign when you walked in, of course, but you had no idea your friend dropped your name into the raffle. Fast-forward to later that day, when you actually win. You are horrified, of course, with no intention of accepting and setting yourself up for embarrassment. But then you meet Jimin, and decide this might be worth a shot.

wanna watch a sex tape (s) (ft. taehyung) by @gimmethatagustd ⊹₊⋆ When Taehyung invited you over to watch a movie, you didn’t think the movie he had in mind would be your sex tape… And you definitely didn’t think his roommate would want to watch, too.

feel your touch (a f s) by @jimilter ⊹₊⋆ You have always known yourself to be a sexual switch in bed, flipping between exercising and submitting control according to different situations and partners. And this camboy you are addicted to, one that seems to kinda reciprocate your interest, submits so beautifully that you just want to command him. But when things progress to levels you never anticipated, you end up discovering pleasant surprises that might just change your life.

physical (s) by @ppersonna ⊹₊⋆ you cant seem to escape the sexy fitness instructor that seemingly is everywhere you turn. it’s enough to make you irrational.

Masterlist

|S/ M - Smut/Mature | A - Angst | F - Fluff | 

Jealousy | m, f | knj / reader

↳ Best friends to lovers au! One Shot

[ You are in love with your best friend and one day decides it’s time to forget the passion and invest in a new relationship, what you did not expect was that your best friend showed up at the party you’re at, to surprise you.]

Series: The Bet - Between books | m | knj / reader

↳ Boyfriend au!, College au!  Smut. One Shot

[ ‘The ideas we get when we're drunk are best,’ Kim Seokjin said it before challenging you and Namjoon to have sex in the university library. ]

| S/ M - Smut/Mature | A - Angst | F - Fluff |

Lucky In Love | m, f, a | ksj / reader

↳ Best friends to lovers au! One Shot

[ You had a difficult childhood. As a teenager you meet a cool guy on the internet who turns out to be your best friend,  years later you’re living in the same city as him, hiding your passion. A night at a local nightclub can change  everything ]

| S/ M - Smut/Mature | A - Angst | F - Fluff |

My Soldier | m, f, a | myg / reader

↳  Soldier/Army au! One Shot

[ The boy you’ve always loved goes into the army to fulfill his mandatory years. You have little contact and you feel destroyed whenever you see something about the soldiers’ fight. One day, after school, someone knocks on your door and you take a surprise. ]

Too Late To Apologize | a | myg / reader

↳ Idol au! One Shot

[ You were dating for three years and what you wanted most was being able to take care of him. But Yoongi was too busy with his job to realized that he was losing you. ]

Love me, Hate me | a, m, f | myg / reader

↳ Fuckboy au!, College au! One Shot

[ You hated him, hated how handsome he was, hated how all the girls wanted him, you hated hating him, but you couldn’t contain yourself. At least not anymore. You’ll find out in the worst way, or the best, that Min Yoongi is an addictive drug.]

Ddaeng | m | myg / reader

↳  Idol au!, boyfriend au! 

[ Yoongi just performed and goes straight to the dressing room to meet you and continue the show, but a more private one.]

| S/ M - Smut/Mature | A - Angst | F - Fluff |

Hazard | m | jhs / reader

↳  Badboy au! First part of the serie Hazard.

[ You are suspicious that your boyfriend is cheating on you. You decide to follow him one day, after work, and find him at a bar, kissing his secretary.  You two start fighting on the street, outside the pub, and that’s where you meet him. A man you’ve never seen before offers you a ride on his motocycle and you accept. And this ride ends with you in his bath, fucking him. ]

Series The Bet: Haunted House | m | jhs / reader - NEW

↳  Enemys to lovers au!

[ Because of your friends, Hoseok thought you hated him, and you thought the same. But after they bet on spending Halloween Eve night in an abandoned house, everything changes. ]

| S/ M - Smut/Mature | A - Angst | F - Fluff |

Don’t Call Her Anymore | f | pjm / reader

↳  Best friends to lovers au! One Shot

[ You were dating a boy for many months, you fell in love but discovered he had another girlfriend and that broke you. He always called you when he were drunk and you answered, listening to him say the same things. Until Jimin put a stop to it. ]

Our First Time | m | pjm / reader

↳  Non idol au! One Shot

[  Jimin always wanted to be closer to you, and one day he finally succeeded. ]

Series: The bet - Vlive Blowjob | m | pjm / reader

↳  Idol au! One Shot. 

[ You and Jimin make a bet: If he loses, he has to buy a purse of the new Gucci collection for you, but if you lose, you have to make him a blowjob... while he makes a Live. None of this makes sense, but he was drunk when he proposed and you were drunk when you accepted. That explains everything. ]

Thank you, next | f, m, a | pjm / reader

↳  Best friends to lovers au! One Shot

[ In high school you weren’t very popular, ten years later you travel to a class reunion of your old class. What could go wrong? ]

Kiss It Off Me | m | jjk/reader | pjm/reader

↳Non idol au! Series? ↳high school au! bad boy au! baseball player au!

[Jimin is a player on the school baseball team, you are his girl. Jungkook wants you to be his.]

| S/ M - Smut/Mature | A - Angst | F - Fluff |

A Night With a Vampire | m, a | kth / reader

↳  Vampire au! Serie.

[ The end of the relationship leaves you lost and totally sad. Your friend is having a party and you promised you would. You just didn’t know that your life would change from there. ]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 : Coming Soon.

Swim | m | kth / reader

↳  Part of Swim series

[ He knew you, but he had never spoken to you. You were Hoseok’s best friend, and he was really jealous of you, he never opened a way for Taehyung to approach. Until one night at a party, where Hoseok wasn’t around you. The way was free for Taehyung do what he always wanted.  ]

Swim PART 2 | m | kth / reader

↳  Part of Swim series

[ A week has passed since Hoseok caught you and Taehyung in his bed. Hoseok has being away from all his friends, including you, his best friend. Taehyung is in a bar with some friends and he hasn’t seen you since that night, and he can’t get you out of his head, so when he sees you entering the club, he can’t hold himself. ]

|  S/M - Smut/Mature | A - Angst | F - Fluff |

Ride Or Die | m, a | jjk / reader

Trailer FMV: Trailer One | Trailer Two.

↳  Mafia Au!  / Badboy au! Serie.

[ He seemed to have come out of a museum for being so handsome, it seemed to be that badboy coming straight from the teen movies, but as  you go deep into his life, you realize he was not a badguy just to annoy  his parentes. He was not a Badboy, but a BadMan. He sold drugs and his friends too. He commanded a dangerous, feared gang. The Century. And you fell madly in love with him, almost leaving your life and everyone you knew behind, to be with him. ]

↳  ON GOING

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 Season Finale | Season 2 : Coming soon

The Ghost Of You | a, m, f | jjk / reader

↳ Ghost au! Series

[ You started studying at a new university after an event that forced you to move to another city. In a city even smaller than you used to live, it was Vegas University, where you would spend the next two years of your life until the end of your course. Strange things begin to happen when you get there, and someone’s life - or death - depends on your choices.  ]

↳  ON GOING

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 : SEMI HIATUS

Daddy Issues | a, m | Jjk / reader

↳ Stalker au! Killer au! psycho au!, horror, thriller, Serie

[ When you started dating Jungkook, he was your gateway to all the pain but when you finally find out who he really is, you realize it’s too late to go back. You are in danger, and you know it, but worst of all is that you don’t want to escape.]

Part 1 | Part 2 : SEMI HIATUS

Under The Mat | a, m, | jjk / reader

↳ Ceo!Jungkook Series

[ He was your boss and you hated him, but he knew that wasn’t exactly what you felt.  ]

↳  ON GOING

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3: Coming Soon

Kiss It Off Me | m | jjk/reader | pjm/reader

↳Non idol au! Series? ↳high school au! bad boy au! baseball player au!

[Jimin is a player on the school baseball team, you are his girl. Jungkook wants you to be his.]

All Mine | m | jjk/reader |

↳Non idol au! Series? ↳CEO!Jungkook

[CEO of one of the biggest companies in the country, Jungkook didn’t have much time for love. You were in love with him, but he didn’t feel the same way about you, at least that’s what you thought.]

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Don’t Call Her Anymore - Park Jimin (F)

— pairing | Park Jimin /Reader — word c | 1,532 — genre | Best friends to lovers au!, fluff. little angst. — summary | You were dating a boy for many months, you fell in love but discovered he had another girlfriend and that broke you. He always called you when he were drunk and you answered, listening to him say the same things. Until Jimin put a stop to it. — warnings/tags | None. I was listening to Evanescence and I had the idea to write that. Amy Lee, queen.

You hated when he did that. Every time you were all right, he did it. It had been weeks since you had thought about him, that you didn’t cry for him. You were returning to your life normally, going out with your friends and meeting other people. You thought this time would be different, but no, nothing was different, there was him calling you at 3 in the morning again, probably completely drunk.

You met him at a party your friend was giving, you kissed, you had sex, and you started dating. You just fell in love and all you wanted was to stay with him, but then you discovered in the worst possible way that he had a girlfriend and that he was just using you and that he never wanted anything serious with you.

When you saw him with her, you wanted to make a scandal, wanted to scream, wanted to swear at him, wanted to slap him, and cry while he would try to give you a stupid excuse. But you knew that if he approached you, all the screams and tears would be wasted, because you would give in and let him touch you, hold you. Then you just turned your back and left as fast as you could, holding your tears until you got home, where you collapsed in tears.

Things started to make sense to you at that moment, why he never took you to meet his parents, why you never go out with him and his friends, why most of your dates were in your house, not his, or some other place. He didn’t want anyone to find out about you.

You finished everything with him over the phone, not being able to see him again, or everything you were doing to stay away from him, would be in vain. Jimin, your best friend was there, in front of you, holding your hand, giving you all the support you needed to do that. He was the first to whom you told what had happened, and if you were not crying like a child, he would have gone after the idiot in the moment you told him.

“Please let me explain.”

“You don’t have to explain, you have a girlfriend, I don’t know her, but no one deserves to be deceived in this way.” You said in the firmer voice you could use, while Park stroked the back of your hand with his thumb, giving you a comforting smile.

"I ... I was going to tell you ... I swear ... But now that you know, we can continue together (Y/N)”

“ What? No, I'm not like that. That's not right, I'm not going to be a part of it.”  You almost screamed, angry and not believing he'd actually proposed that. There was silence on the other side, but you could still hear his heavy breathing.

"Please (Y/N), I love you." And it broke your heart. How could he say that? He was with another ... You were the other. He lied to you, made you believe he cared for you, that you were meant for each other, that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. He made you believe that you were the most important person in his life.

"If you loved me, you would be here with me." Your voice cracked as tears began to fall from your eyes. “If you loved me, you would not have lied to me, and I would be your only one, I would be your girlfriend. This ends here.” You hung up, tossing the phone on the couch, and Jimin pulled you close, pressing you into his arms, caressing your hair, letting you cry against his chest. He said nice and sweet things, said that everything would be fine, that the pain would pass and that you would be happy again.

And this really happened, you were moving on, but you always burst into tears when he called you, drunk, crying, saying that he missed you, that he loved you, that he wanted you with him, but he never went after you to beg for forgiveness, he had not broken up with his girlfriend, and you were sure he would never do that. You didn’t even know why you still answering to his calls even knowing what he was going to say.

When your phone started ringing, you woke up and fumbled over the bedside table and picked up the cell phone, looking at the screen, recognizing his number. You sighed and sat on the bed. It had been weeks since he'd called you, you thought he'd finally understood that you didn’t want anything more to do with him.

"Is he again?" A voice beside you asked. You turned your face, seeing Jimin lying there, with the blanket over his waist, shirtless, sleepy, with half-open eyes and messy hair.

Recently you and he have started a loving relationship. You had come even closer after what had happened and with that you finally realized that you had feelings for him. He was always with you when you needed, he never let you down, he never hurt you, he was always affectionate and loving with you. It was he who took the initiative on this, he called you out, he kissed you. And you were happy with him, happier than you expected because you thought it might end up ruining your friendship.  You nodded your head. Jimin sighed and sat on the bed running his hand over his face, he had a soft expression on his face, but you knew he was angry, because his eyes were dark.

“Don’t you think it's time to finally get it over with, (Y/N)? Tell him that you're with another guy, that you are with me and that I don’t make you cry and suffer like he did, that I really care about you, that with me has no gray skies and only sunny days and warm nights. Just tell him that you've found someone who really loves you.”

You took your eyes from him and looked back at the cell phone. Jimin was right, you were happy with what you had with him, so why not just tell Jeha to fuck off and leave you alone, erase your number and let you live happily? You still loved him, that was true, but there was no chance of you getting back together. And if it was to choose between him and Jimin, you would choose Jimin.

“Can you do that?” You asked, turning to Jimin, holding out the cell phone to him. He smiled and nodded, taking the cell phone from your hand, answering it.

“Hello!” He said, and you lay down, putting your head on Jimin's belly and just waited for the call to end. “No man, she is not interested, he found something better.”  He said and took the unoccupied hand to your hair, stroking it. “No, she doesn’t want to talk to you, dude. Try to understand one thing, she found someone who doesn’t stress her, who gives her everything she deserves, who gives her all the happiness you have taken from her. Now stop calling, because the next time you bother my girl, I'll go after you and believe me, you will not like what will happen when I have you in my hands.”

And so he hung up, shoving the cell phone under the pillow and pulling you by the shoulders, to hug you, giving you a kiss on the top of your head.

“Is it over?” You asked, raising your head to look at him. He nodded, smiling softly toward you, stroking your cheek.

“There is only one thing missing.” He whispered giving you a kiss before kicking the blankets and get out of bed, grabbing his pants on the floor and looking for something in his pockets. You sat on the bed, with an arched eyebrow, confused by what he was doing, until he returned to the bed and knelt in front of you, taking your hand and looking at you, deep in your eyes. “Do you wanna date me? Would you like to make this silly boy, who follows you wherever you go, who annoys you when he is needy and who loves you with all his body, heart and soul, the happiest man in the world?” He asked, showing you a ring. You held your breath, your body filling with happiness and your heart almost exploding. You've been waiting for this for a long time. You nodded and he put the ring on your finger before jumping on top of you, making you fall back on the bed, laughing with him over you.

You were ready to move on and Jimin would hold your hand all the way. The only thing you felt at that moment, was utopia.

"I'll make you so happy." He whispered, rising, resting his hands on the side of your head, while you had your arms around his neck. You smiled and pulled him down, kissing him.

“You already make me happy, Jimin.”

"Well, then I'll be glad to make you even happier, baby.”

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Thank you, Next - Park Jimin (M)

— pairing | Park Jimin/Reader 

— word c | 9,338

— genre | Smut, fluff, angst, Best Friends to Lovers au!

— summary |  [ In high school you weren’t very popular, ten years later you travel to a class reunion of your old class. What could go wrong?]. 

— warnings/tags |  Some of Namjoon/Reader. Some bad words, oral (female receiving). bestfriend! jimin, unprotected sex (stay safe!), Namjoon being an asshole (sorry!)

— A/N | @bangtanqueenybee and @nellyk-fan This is dedicated to you.

This is not a good idea. That's all what you thought as you followed the road towards the hotel you would stay. You had rented a car as soon as you left the airport. The next day would be the 10 year anniversary that you finished high school and the whole class would gather at a place to celebrate. You were not happy at all, but your best friend forced you to go. Unlike today, you didn’t have many friends back then, you weren’t popular and you certainly were not pretty, or at least that's what your classmates told you. In fact, you only had one friend at that time, Park Jimin, he was the only one in the whole school who didn’t play games with you, who didn’t play with your feelings or bulged you, so maybe go to that meeting and seeing him again after 10 years, wouldn’t be a bad idea.

But in reality, you were afraid to meet with one person. Kim Namjoon. Like the movies, he was the most popular, the most handsome guy in school, the most coveted. The girls would die for him and all the guys wanted to be his friends. He wasn’t a football, baseball or basketball player, but he was super smart, classy, funny, charming, narcissistic, egocentric, and selfish. The perfect match for a manly disaster.  A born, experienced hunter who could make anyone fall at his feet, and you were one of those people.

You remember as if everything happened within hours. You, one of the nerds in the school, introverted, shy and polite, sitting at the back of the chair in the back of the classroom, staring at the school prince. It was the last days of school, you didn’t have to go to school any more, but you did, because you knew he would too, and you thought you would have the courage to say something to him, but you didn’t, then just stood there, staring at him like a lovesick fool.

He was talking to his friends, laughing loudly at their jokes, showing his dimples on his cheeks that made your heart melt like butter, the way his hair was tossed back, everything about him attracted you, he was the only man you'd been attracted to throughout high school, but you knew nothing would ever happen.

"You're (Y/N), right?" A voice beside you made you jump out of the chair, knocking some pens down, turning to the person who had spoken to you, facing Jin, one of Namjoon's best friends, he was as handsome as your crush, his shoulders broad and his face extremely handsome. You stared at him wide-eyed, not understanding what he was doing there, talking to you. “I'm Jin.” He said holding out his hand to you. You blinked a few times and timidly, with a shaking hand, took his hand and squeezed it. He smiled sympathetically at you after letting go of your hand. "So Namjoon asked me to give you this." He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a folded paper and held it out to you. You frowned and held the paper. "He asked me to tell you to keep it a secret if possible, he doesn’t want anyone to spoil the surprise." Jin said and you looked at him who was still smiling. He nodded and turned away, pulling away from you and moving closer to his friends. You followed him with your eyes until your eyes fell on Namjoon and saw that he was staring at you. You felt your cheeks burn and your body tremble. He smiles and it causes butterflies in your stomach.

He nodded toward the paper in your hands and you took a deep breath before opening it. You choked on your own breath and your heart leapt into your chest, as if you had just received an electric shock. A smile came to your lips without you even noticing.

Do you want to go on a date with me?

( ) yes (  ) no

You bit your lips, and with your fingers trembling, you took the pen, marking the box that said yes. The bell rang and you heard a chair move and your head turned toward him like a shot, watching him walk toward you, making your whole body freeze, and you couldn’t even blink as you watched him heading towards you, you even forgot to breathe. Namjoon stood in front of you, smiling. He reached out, gently taking the paper from your hands, with you still frozen in front of him. His smile stretched out, and he looked at you again, making you finally blink and breathe again.

“I'll pick you up at seven.” He said gently.

"Come on Namjoon, you can date another time, we're late.” The voice of one of his friends said, making him giggle and nod, turn his back and leave the room with his friends.

You just realized that it had been a bad idea after going out with him.

You had never been to a date in your life, and you had no girl friends to help you do the makeup or choose a outfit, so your only salvation was Jimin, your best friend. You called him saying it was an emergency and when he came to your house and you told him what had happened, Jimin wasn’t happy, but he didn’t try to stop you from going to meet him, because he knew how much you liked Namjoon. He helped you choose a outfit in which you look beautiful and comfortable, even though he thinks you look beautiful anyways. He even helped you with makeup, taking your mom's makeup and helping you through, watching some videos on the internet. You couldn’t ask for a better best friend.

Shortly before seven, Jimin left, wishing you luck, and leaving you walking from one side to the other in the room, nervous and anxious. When the doorbell rang and you opened the door, seeing Namjoon standing there in front of you, you hardly believed it was true.

He took you to a party at Jin's house, and as soon as you got out of the car and looked at the amount of people in the house, you began to wonder if it was a good idea to be there, but Namjoon took your hand and said everything would be all right, and you believed it, even though you had the feeling that something was wrong.

You should have trusted that feeling and gone away.

All his friends were very polite to you, which wasn’t the custom. You felt uncomfortable with them, but every time you looked at Namjoon you forgot that bad feeling. He convinced you to dance, and being carried away by the music and the feeling of being in his arms, as he leaned forward to kiss you, you accepted. That was your first kiss, and it was being as you wanted it, it was being special and being with who you wanted to be, with the prince of your fairy tale.

A little later you told him that you would go to the bathroom. When you returned, he was talking to his friends on the porch of the house, with his back to the door and didn’t see you approaching. And the same time they changed the music, Jin said:

"I cannot believe you really kissed that nerd, shit, I can’t believe I lost 20 bucks."

And at that moment you froze in the same place, frowning, not believing what you were hearing. Maybe it was just a joke, but you saw Jin pulling a note out of his pocket and handing it to the laughing Namjoon.

"You have courage, man! To kiss that one, you have to be brave. I admire you." One of his other friends next to him said, patting him on the shoulder.

“I appreciate it, but you still owe me 20 bucks, man.” Namjoon said holding out his hand to the friend who paid him.

You felt your heart ache, as if it had broken into tiny pieces. The butterflies in your stomach were replaced with anguish, and the taste of his kiss on your mouth once sweet, was now bitter. You felt your face burning, and your eyes began to burn, but you only realized that you were crying when the tears began to come down your face and you sobbed. Namjoon heard you and turned back, eyes widening at the sight of you standing there crying. He didn’t say anything, neither did his friends.

You turned away and went out infuriated, but embarrassed and too humiliated to say anything to him. Two days later you were going to live with an aunt in another city, away from all that shame, starting a new life.

When you arrived in front of the hotel where you would be staying, you left the car, going towards the entrance of the place, walking towards the reception, to make your check in, you were so distracted by your cell phone, sending a message to your friend that you did not see that you was approaching the queue for the front desk and slammed into someone's back. Your cell phone fell out of your hand, and the person in front of you turned to you. You were ready to apologize when you saw who he was.

Kim Namjoon, in the flesh. He hadn’t changed much since high school, he remained extremely attractive. And you just realized that you were staring at him like a idiot when he bent down in front of you, taking your cell phone and handing it to you, giving you that smile that one day made your heart beat faster.

“It's all right?” He asked. You took the phone from his hand and nodded, finally managing to move.

“Yeah, sorry I was distracted.” You said, relieved to know that seeing him didn’t do the damage you thought would happen. You were grown up, very well settled in your life, things of the past didn’t affect you anymore and you were happy about it.

“Next.” The receptionist said. It was Namjoon's turn, but instead of going to the front desk, he took a step toward the side still smiling, gesturing for you to pass.

"Ladies first." He said and gave a small smile, you whispered thank you and walked to the counter.

“How can I help?” The receptionist asked, smiling gently.

“I'm on the reserve list for the 2008 graduates." You said taking your ID in the back pocket of your pants and handing it to her.

“Your room is the number 36.  If you need anything, you can talk to me, here's your key." She said and give you a key with the 36th key ring. You thanked her and turned back to get back in the car and get your bag in the trunk.

"You came to the 2008 class reunion?" Namjoon asked, making you stop walking and look at him nodding. He hadn’t recognized you. "I'm sorry, but I remember everyone I studied with, but your face doesn’t come to me.”

"Does the name (Y/N) mean anything?" You asked and he frowned and looked away, seeming to think, and then he looked back at you, wide-eyed and colorless. Now he had remembered you. You were sure of that. You nodded and turned away from the front desk and into the parking lot across the street.

You smiled to see that he really had no more effect on you.

You opened the trunk and pulled the heavy suitcase out, complaining loudly that Hoseok must have put a stone in there instead of your clothes because it was too heavy.

“Need help?” A male voice said behind you, making you hop up and drop the suitcase, letting it fall to the floor. Turning, you came across a gray-haired man, staring at you. His hands were inside the pockets of his pants. He wore dark glasses, a white T-shirt, and black pants. He had thin cheeks and full lips. You stared at him for a few seconds, with the feeling that you already knew him from somewhere. That was when a light went on in your mind and you opened your eyes wide.

“Jimin!” Your voice sounded more excited than expected and a smile took over your face. The boy in front of you smiled as well, taking off his sunglasses and revealing his eye smile. You didn’t hesitate to walk towards him and hug him with all the strength you had. The only person in your teens you missed was him. He hugged you back, pressing your body against his. You missed that, during those 10 years, you could never forget how good it felt to be held by Jimin. He had a hug that could make you forget all your problems, it was like a cure for all your pain.

"You've grown a couple of inches since the last time we met." He said breaking the hug, making you look indignant to him.

“You speak as if you were too high, right Chimmy?”

“Wow, I haven't heard that nickname in years.” He said laughing. “How are you?”

“I'm fine, better than 10 years ago at least.” You laughed scratching the back of your neck. “What about you?”

“I'm fine too… not much better than ten years ago, you know, I missed you.” He said lowering his head, shoving his hands in his pockets again. And that reminded you of the day you left your hometown. You remember that Jimin cried, begging you not to leave. You spent almost two hours hugging on the porch of your house until your mother said it was time to go to the airport. You remember seeing him through the back window of the car, his hands on his face, his swollen red eyes, still sobbing. That broke your heart. You tried to keep in touch, but with college and your new life, keeping in touch with people who didn't live near you was being difficult. You could barely talk to the people around you, let alone those who lived far away.

"I’m sorry." You whispered, lowering your head, feeling the sad memories come back to you.

"It's fine now, I'm glad you're okay, that's all." He said holding your chin and making you raise your head, looking at him again, and at that moment, when your eyes locked, was the moment you felt for Jimin, the same way you once felt for Namjoon. And that made your body tingle. Your heart pounded and your legs trembled, the butterflies were released in your stomach and you can't help but smile and throw yourself into his arms giving him one more hug.

"I missed you, Jimin." You whispered against his chest and he smiled, tightening his hold even more.

"Let's use these days to get back together again. What do you think? Want to be my best friend again?"

"Yes absolutely yes."

After you went to your room, you took a shower and lay in bed to talk to Hoseok who was crazy to know how the trip was going, even if you were there for only a few hours.

"So you met Namjoon again? Was he surprised to see you?" He asked from across the screen in the video call.

"He was. He even lost his face color when he saw who I was." You said laughing. Now you were finding it funny.

“I wanted to be there to see his face. Seriously. Now you have to make him regret doing that shit to you in the past. Rub your beauty and intelligence in his face, throw him to the ground, break his heart, break him in the middle and …”

"Hey Hoseok, take it easy." You said laughing when you saw him waving his hands like he was really strangling someone. He stopped moving and stared at the screen before laughing. “I don't want to show or prove anything to him. I don’t need this. I got over it a long time ago. I just want to take this time to kill my longing for Jimin.”

"The cute boy who was your best friend at school? Is he there too?"

"Yeah, and he's stunning. He's even prettier than before. God. I almost had a heart attack with him." You said smiling as you remembered the hug he had given you.

"Oh, I know that smile. You like him." Hoseok said smiling, making you widen your eyes.

"What? Of course not. I just missed him."

"I know you well enough to know when you're lying to me, (Y/N). You like him."

You sighed.

"Okay, but that makes no difference now. He even asked me if I wanted to be his best friend again. For all I know, he can have a girlfriend, be married and have children, or even be gay." You said with sad eyes, touching Hoseok’s heart.

“You will never know if you don't ask, honey. Then raise your head, wear your sexiest dress, put on your best perfume and call him for a drink. Tomorrow you tell me if he has a girlfriend, is married or gay.” You started to think, but you knew you had nothing to lose. You weren't the same girl ten years ago, you were a grown woman and not a teenager. You could have sex with Jimin if he wanted to. Trying wouldn't hurt you, would it?

After saying goodbye to Hoseok, you called the number Jimin had just given you. You stopped in front of the bedroom window, watching outside while you waited for him to answer.

"Have you missed me?" He said playfully when he answered. You smiled.

"Actually yes ... Hum... Do you want to …"

"I do." He answered without even letting you finish talking, which made you laugh.

"You didn't even hear my whole proposal."

"No matter what it is. If it's with you, I accept everything."

“Oh” That took you by surprise and nearly left you speechless. "Okay. Meet me at the reception seven at night, will you?"

"I'll be there."

And here you were, getting into the elevator to get down to the desk and meet the blonde. You wore a black dress and high heels, because now you were comfortable with your body to wear that kind of clothing, now you loved it, now you knew that the opinions of others were nothing but empty comments. You felt beautiful in that outfit and no one would make you think otherwise. You used the elevator mirror to straighten your hair when the doors opened and Namjoon was there with another man, Seokjin. He was an asshole at the time, but he was still handsome too. They both laughed at something when Namjoon looked at the elevator and saw you there, with your back to him, fidgeting with your hair. He looked you up and down, seeing how that dress accentuated your ass and he just stopped breathing for a few seconds.

Jin noticed his friend's change and looked at the elevator just as you looked at them through the reflection of the mirror, causing you to jump with fright and turn around at once. You said nothing, nor did Namjoon. Jin just stared at both of you, and seeing that his friend wouldn't react, he grabbed the boy's arm and pulled him into the elevator before the doors closed. He kept staring at you from head to toe, making you feel embarrassed and wanting to get in a hole.

"If you keep staring at her like that, you'll scare the girl, you idiot." Seokjin whispered to the other boy, as if you couldn't hear him. But that seemed to activate something inside him that cleared his throat and shook his head.

"I'm sorry ... It's just wow, you look beautiful, (Y/N)." Namjoon said and you bit your lip, shaking your head and thanking him.

"Thanks."

"Wait ... (Y/N)?" Seokjin said with a frown drawing his attention. "Are you the girl at that bet? From ten years ago?" Namjoon shot him a look, as if threatening him with death as soon as he heard the words that came out of Seokjin's mouth. You bowed your head, once again feeling ashamed of what had happened in the past. Jin noticed the stupid thing he had done and hurried to apologize. "Oh, I'm sorry ... I shouldn't have touched on that subject. I'm sorry, (Y/N). I'm sorry about that and making that stupid bet. You're a nice girl, you didn't deserve to have gone through that because of a bunch of assholes teenagers.”

"I owe you an apology too, I shouldn't have done that to you." Namjoon said with a guilty expression on his face, putting his hands in his pockets.

"I appreciate your apologizing, but honestly it doesn't matter anymore." You said confident without stuttering in front of him for the first time in your life. "I don't keep past hurts."

"Oh, that's great." Namjoon said smiling. So the elevator door opened, showing the reception. You beckoned to them and came out of the elevator, being followed by them. You looked around the room, not finding Jimin around and looked in the clock, it was still five minutes to seven at night. "Seokjin and I were going to dinner at a nearby restaurant. Since the misunderstandings are gone and we all agree that the past is in the past, what do you think about coming with us?" He asked and you looked at him, who hoped you would accept.

"No, thanks. I'm waiting for a friend."

"We can all hang out together." Seokjin said making you look at him. "After all, we're here for the graduates' meeting. To remember old friendships, I'm sure your friend won't mind me and Namjoon coming together with you."

"Well, your certainty is wrong," Jimin's voice said behind you. Turning back, he was walking toward you and stood beside you with his arms crossed looking at the two boys. He wore a shirt and black pants. The ripped pants on the thighs and a sneaker of the same color. He was breathtaking and that's what happened. You had to hold your breath for a few seconds to avoid freaking out over that man's beauty. From the seriousness he carried on his face, he wasn't happy at all. "We weren’t friends at school and it will not be now that we will begin to be, not after what you did to her. So yes, I will care if you come with us to the point that I'll want to punch you in the face again, Namjoon." You frowned. Again? Did Jimin hit Namjoon? When? You thought.

"Jimin. I didn’t know you had come to the meeting as well." Namjoon said with some anger in his voice. Jimin laughed scornfully.

"Now you know," he said and so uncrossed his arms, surprising you by wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. He then looked at you and smiled sweetly. "Can we go? I bet you're starving just like me." Oh, you were starving, but it wasn't for food, it was for him. You had never seen Jimin impose himself like that, and that was honestly hot as fuck.

"Yeah I am." You said controlling your breathing that was threatening to get ragged by his fingers tightening around your waist and your face being so close to his.

You just waved at the other two guys so Jimin led you to the exit. Namjoon stared at both of you until you were past the door and out of his sight. He was angry. Jimin had hurt his ego by being petulant with him in front of you and taking you away. He could have made you go out with him so he could apologize more intimately if it weren't for the other guy. But he still had a chance. Namjoon grinned, looking to nowhere and Seokjin noticed, worrying at the same moment.

"Oh no, you're up to something. What is it?"

"I'll take her to my bed, trust me." He said making Seokjin shake his head in disapproval.

"We're not in high school anymore, Namjoon. We're adults. You can't be telling me you're going to try to seduce her just because she said no to you."

"Not because she said no to me, but because of him. See how he held her? Like she was his? At school she would do everything for me and now she ditch me because of him?" He said nonconformist. Jin just threw his hands at each other, knowing it would be no use arguing with his friend.

"Whatever you say, Namjoon, but if you are a jerk to her and he beat you because of it, I will not go in the middle to prevent him split you in half."

You and Jimin ended up going to a bar, having a few drinks and talking, and even though you talked about a lot of different things on the way there, you couldn't stop thinking about what he had said.

"What is on your mind?" He asked as you stood staring at a specific corner of the bar. When your eyes traveled to him, he was with his arms resting on the table, looking sweetly at you.  You wondered if you really should ask.

"Did you ... hit Namjoon?"

Jimin seemed disconcerted and just looked elsewhere. He sighed and took a sip of his drink before he started talking.

“The day you left, I was walking around town when I saw him with Seokjin in the park. I was so upset, so hurt that you were gone, and so angry with him that he was the reason you moved, that when I realize, I was on him, punching his face with all my strength.” Your chin almost hit the floor. You had never imagined that Jimin would have the courage to hit anyone. "He was lucky Jin held me and took me off him because I know that I would have killed him. Because he took me the most important person in my life. He hurt the person I loved the most."

“I’m so sorry, Jimin.” You whispered taking his hands and caressing it. You didn't know you had hurt him that way. "I shouldn't have left, I should have faced all that, I shouldn't have run away like a coward. I'm so sorry for hurting you.” Jimin smiled and put his hand over yours.

"It's fine. You're here now. Back to me." You smiled, glad to know he didn't feel bad about all that. "How about dancing?" He asked getting up and making you smile as he pulled you along to dance a not so slow song that played.

After a few drinks, you and he were already laughing out of nowhere and talking bullshit. The bar was full, as it should be on a Friday night. The songs they played were upbeat and made you feel like dancing, and if there was one thing you had learned in this life was that you should do what you wanted, then you two danced wildly together.

“Woah, we're half way there, woah, livin' on a prayer, take my hand, we'll make it I swear, woah, livin' on a prayer, Livin' on a prayer...” You and half of the bar sang screaming along with Bon Jovi's voice, and that reminded you a lot of your teenage years with Jimin, when you ran away from home late at night to walk the streets, singing your favorite songs aloud. Honestly, it was just the good things you used to remember, not the bad things.

Jimin laughed and approached you, daring to put his hands on your waist as you rocked your bodies from side to side. When the music changed, the rhythm changed totally. From Rock went to a sensual pop. From Bon Jovi went to Selena Gomez and you looked excitedly at Jimin.

“All of the downs and the uppers, keep making love to each other. And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, but I...” You sang and held Jimin's shirt, pulling him once against you, making him widen his eyes and laugh in surprise. "Can't keep my hands to myself." He laughed shaking his shoulders and held your waist dancing the beat of the music with you. It was as if you had never said goodbye to each other, as if you hadn’t gone ten years without seeing each other, without speaking to each other. Everything was wonderful that way and at that moment you didn't remember anything anymore. You didn't care about the meeting the next day, you didn't care about Namjoon, you didn't care about Seokjin, you only wanted to spend the night with Jimin.

"Can I ask you something?" He said in your ear as you still danced. You shook your head nodding. "Do you still feel something for Namjoon? I saw the way he was looking at you today and I saw how you were while talking to him.”

"No Jimin, I don't feel anything for Namjoon." You said it without thinking about it. Jimin arched eyebrow.

"You sure about that? Or you’re just telling me that to not hurt me?"

“Jimin...”

"I'm in love with you since we met in junior high school." Jimin cut off you words and said. You widened your eyes, staring at him, stepping back, pulling back far enough to see him better, but not taking you arms from his shoulders. “You have no idea how I hated it every time you cried over that asshole. And when you left because of him... Damn... He was such a jerk to you ten years ago and today he was there, staring at you like… like he had a chance to put his hands back on you, and it left me... it makes me possessed.” He sighed, his jaw clenched tightening his fingers on your waist. “I just don't want you to get hurt again, (Y/N).” He said staring into your eyes, seriousness in his eyes. “And I don't want to hurt myself either.”

"I would never hurt you, Jimin." You said with low eyebrows, touching his face and caressing him. "I really didn't know that you… I didn't know you liked me… Back then I never thought anyone would ever like me…"

"Because you were stupid enough to hear someone else's comments, (Y/N). You were beautiful, you are beautiful. And any man who has ever passed in your life who has failed to stay, is because they are all assholes, because besides you being beautiful on the outside, you're wonderful on the inside…" He looked away. "If only I had the chance to make you stay with me…"

"You have." You said interrupting him. Jimin looked at you again. "You have this chance, and you're wasting it talking about the past that won't change, but the future can be changed, it's just up to you."

He brought one hand to the back of your neck, kissing you fiercely. His tongue explored your mouth and his fingers almost pierced your skin in a grip that wasn't uncomfortable at the moment, but you knew the next day would leave purple marks on your skin, but fuck it, you weren’t caring about it.

You two parted the kiss, giving three pecks, then looked at each other and started laughing as if you had just heard the funniest joke in the world.

“Finally oh my god.” He said laughing out loud.

The night would not end there. You stopped drinking, paid the bill and left the bar. You were both drunk to drive, so you just left Jimin's car there and walked back to the hotel. You had already taken off your heels and your hair was all messed up, just like the makeup you had done. No more lipstick on your lips and your mascara was messed, but none of that mattered to both of you. Jimin's hair was also all messed up and it made him even sexier, so every time you looked at him, you kissed him.

The walk to the hotel that was supposed to take less than an hour took almost three hours, because you always stopped to kiss against a wall, deviated the way, immersed in your joy while singing and dancing songs like Glad you came and All the Small things.

When you get to your room, after he locks the door behind you, you jumped into Jimin's lap that carried you to the bed, where he laid you down and climbed over you, taking off his shirt and tossing it somewhere. He lifted your dress and stroked your thighs, pushing his hips against yours, letting his cock brush your pussy over your panties. You tucked your fingers in his hair, messing them up even more as he ran kisses down your neck, leaving wet red marks everywhere his lips touched.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and spun on the bed, getting over him. Jimin sat with you on his lap, kissing your neck, his hands on your waist, making you move back and forth on his lap. You threw your head back, giving more room for him to kiss you as you brought your hands to your back, unzipping your dress, dropping it to your waist.

"Your breasts are beautiful." He said pulling your bra down, holding your breasts and giving kisses over them, making you moan and smile at the same time. You put your hand under you, holding his member over his pants and stroking it while the other hand stayed in his hair.

After unbuttoning your bra and tossing it to the floor, Jimin spun on the bed and laid your back on the mattress and knelt between your legs, pulling your dress down. You put your two feet on his shoulders and smirked. Jimin smiled wickedly, his eyes covered with desire, and his fingers landed on your panties, sliding it over your legs before throwing it to the floor.

“Just look how wet you are.” He whispered looking at your pussy. He stroked the entrance with two fingers, making you arch your back. He smiled and ran his wet fingers up your clit, watching calmly as you threw your head back and moaned at the contact of his cold fingers with your warm intimacy. “Say my name.” He asked softly, making your body shiver.

"Jimin." You moaned in a hoarse voice, making Jimin's cock roll inside his underwear.

"Fuck. Say it again."

"Jimin, please" You moaned again, squinting. Satisfied, Jimin lay on the bed with his head between your legs. When his tongue touched you, you moaned loudly as he brushed your pussy with his tongue and sucked your clit, making you even more aroused. You lightly gripped his hair while trying your best to keep your hips still, but it was almost impossible. You wanted more. “Please.” You whispered and Jimin laughed against your pussy, making you arch your back when his breath met your clit.

Suddenly he got up and lay beside you on the bed.

“Come here, sit on my face." He said, and you were confused for a few seconds, wondering if you should do that, but the alcohol in your blood wouldn't let you say no. You got up and crawled over to him, climbing on top of him and resting your hands on the headboard. As soon as his tongue touched you, you pressed your fingers to the headboard and threw your head back.

“God.” You moaned. His hands caressed your body until they were resting on your breasts, caressing them, squeezing them, gently pinching your nipples, until you cannot hold and move on his mouth. You could feel your orgasm coming and as soon as you opened your eyes and looked down, meeting those eyes full of desire, your pussy contracted, missing something. Your breathing started to grow heavy and you couldn't take your eyes off him, so sexy between your legs, lust spilling through his eyes, his hungry mouth swallowing all of you. "Jimin," you cried as you felt the orgasm hit you, making Jimin growl as he heard you moan his name.

You gasped and swallowed, his hands went to your hips and you fell back beside him. He stood for a moment just to take off his last pieces of clothing, but soon he was over you again. He kissed you, letting you taste yourself, positioning himself and finally burying himself in you, grunting all the way until he was totally inside you.

"Fuck, baby." He said moving his hips slowly toward yours. "All these years, always wondering what it would be like to have you just for me and now ... God ... I love it."

His movements increased. One of his hands gripped your thigh as he thrust into you, staring into your eyes. You pulled his neck and kissed him hard. His movements grew stronger and your screams were drowned out by his mouth on yours. Your body arched on the bed as he gripped your shoulders and stuck his face into your neck, moving his hips hard against yours.

“Oh my god, Jimin. Yes.”

“Yes babe? You like that, hm?” He asked rising above you, gripping the headboard with one hand while the other held your waist.

“Harder, babe.”

Jimin smirked. He then grabbed your waist, spinning you over on the bed and laying you face down. He held your arms outstretched on the bed and slammed into you, making you scream, not even caring that the walls were thin and you had neighbors up, down, in front, and on either side who could wake up with your screams of pleasure.

"Fuck," you shouted, feeling your whole body tremble, with orgasm engulfing you.

"You like it hard," he growled as he thrust hard. He knew you had already come, he felt your pussy clenching around him, but he was unable to stop, taken by the pleasure of doing something he had waited for so long. One of his hands went under you and touched your clit. You were sensitive, you wanted him to stop, but at the same time you didn't want to. You felt your legs weaken, but Jimin's loud moans made you even more aroused. Having him on top of you, penetrating your pussy, going deep, making you go to heaven and hell at the same time, was the best feeling you could ever feel.

“Oh shit." He gasped, resting both hands beside your body on the bed and thrusting hard until he finally let out a grunt and fell on you, his breath heavy and sweat dripping down his face as he came inside you. "My goodness, you will be my death." He said smiling, making you laugh too and give him a peck. "Fuck, I didn't use a condom." He said getting up and hovering over you as you turned to stand with your back on the mattress.

"I use an IUD, I won't get pregnant, don't worry. And I'm clean, you're the first guy I've fucked in 10 years without a condom."

"I don't care if you get pregnant." He said with a shrug. "I would like to have a child with you."

"My goodness, Jimin. We just had sex for the first time. I think talking about children is a little early, but yeah I would also like to have a child with you." You said smiling and he laughed lying over you and giving you kisses over your face.

"How about we take a shower and get ready for another round?"

The next day, Jimin stayed in your room until the afternoon, when he had to go out to get his car and also to get ready for the party. You were nervous, nervous about having to be in the same place as all those people again knowing that most of them hated you at school just because you were smarter than them and not because you did something bad. But with luck, they wouldn't even remember who you were. You would just stay there for a while, greet your former teachers, and then leave to be with Jimin.

Yeah, Jimin. He was what mattered on this trip.

You wore a wine dress that was not too short, it caught just above your knees and put on a black high heel. You didn't overdo your makeup because you didn't want to get attention and waited anxiously for half past eight when Jimin knocked on your door to take you to the ball. The ball would take place in a ballroom a few blocks away. When Jimin parked the car, you watched all those people going in and you recognized most of them, your former classmates who mocked you for pimples on your face. You hated them.

"If you don't want to come in, we don't have to. We can leave." Jimin said calmly by his side. You denied it.

"Its okay. I want to do this."He nodded and so you left, you put your arm around his arm and so walked to the entrance where everyone had to sign a presence notebook. The room was large and decorated in gray, red and black. There were balloons on all sides, the tables had white and red roses on them, and there was a red carpet right in the middle of the room that led up a staircase to the improvised stage. There were tables in the back of the room with food and drink, there was a bar where a bartender was to make mixed drinks.

Jimin found an empty table in the corner of the room, it was a more reserved place so you sat down. It didn't take long for some people to start looking at you, wondering who you were, but you just ignored them by continuing to talk to Jimin. Attention came out of you as Namjoon entered the room, followed by his old group of friends from school. They were still as popular as before. He looked toward you and smiled waving at you before walking and sitting at a table right in front of the stage. Of course. He always liked the attention.

Shortly after nine o'clock, finally the doors were closed and the ceremony would begin. Your former chemistry teacher, Jongdae, was the one who got on stage to start talking. His speech was not long, but you panicked when on the screen behind him came a picture of the class of 2008, your class. You were in the background as always, wearing your round glasses, and Jimin was by your side in the picture, with his arm around your neck. You remembered that day. You hated taking pictures because you felt uncomfortable, so he hugged you so you could felt better. He always took care of you.

He then started calling the old students one by one to the stage to talk about their lives now and then you became even more worried. You didn't know you would have to talk on a stage with all those people watching you. Namjoon was the next person he called, and everyone clapped as he got up and walked elegantly to the stage.

"Kim Namjoon. The president of the class of 2008. How is your life? What have you been doing these 10 years?"

"First, hello everyone. Mr. Jongdae is a pleasure to see you after all this time." He said taking the microphone, waving to the audience and then shaking Jongdae's hand. "Well, I majored in law and I'm a lawyer. But I'm working to be a judge in the future."

"Wow, I knew you would be great in your future, Namjoon. Congratulations." Jongdae congratulated him. "But I believe your love life has evolved too, right?"

"Not much actually." He said smiling, bewildered. "I don't have much time to date and I can't find any girl who fits my standards either. It is very rare to find a girl who is smart and not spoiled today. Most of the girls I date just want to be with me for my money and I don't want someone to be with me for my bank account but for the person I am. So I'm pretty lonely." The audience – the women actually – did a ‘Own’ when they heard him say that, while Jimin just rolled his eyes in annoyance. "I mean, I found one a long time ago, but I was a jerk with her." And his eyes fell on you. making you frown.

"Why the hell is he looking at you?" Jimin asked quietly, annoyed.

"I was a kid, I played with her feelings, I broke her heart and made her cry. Today I regret so much that i was so bad for her. And I think if I hadn't done that, today we could being married and having children because I've always liked her so much. I still like her, to tell the truth. " He confessed and you widened your eyes, covering your mouth with your hands in surprise, as Jimin clenched his fists, looking toward Namjoon as if at any moment he would jump his neck to kill him. "If she gave me another chance, I could show her that I'm not the same asshole I was before."

"I will kill him." Jimin said threatening to get up, but you held him so that he remained seated.

"Hey, calm down." You whispered.

"Can't you see he's trying to make you change your mind about him?" He whispered back, pointing accusingly at the stage where Namjoon was still talking to Jongdae.

"No matter what he's trying to do, Jimin, I already said he doesn't matter in my life and I just want you. So please don't make a scandal.” Seeing the sincerity in your eyes, Jimin sighed and nodded, mentally ordering his heart to calm down. So he leaned back in his chair and looked back at the stage, seeing Namjoon coming down from it and sitting at his desk, quiet, as if he hadn’t just ‘declared’ himself to someone.

"Okay, next on our interview list is my favorite student. (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." When he said your name, you shrank back in your chair, with your head on Jimin's shoulder, waiting for him to think you were gone, while the other people looked around for you. "I know you're here, (Y/N). No need to be embarrassed." Jongdae smiled sweetly on the stage, also looking around for you. He was always a great teacher, always tried to defend you against the stupid students, you liked him.

"If you don't want to go, fine." Jimin whispered to you. "But if you choose to go, if you need help, just look at me. I'll be here all the time."

You sighed and nodded. Finally taking courage, you stood up and everyone stared at you in silence. You could see that many were surprised to see you, because most of them had not recognized you. Your former teacher smiled as you walked down the red carpet toward the stage. He even offered his hand to help you up the stairs.

"Here's my dear (Y/N). One of the best students I've ever had and still being my favorite. From the amount of intelligence in your brain I venture to say that you've become a scientist."

He handed you a microphone, and you took a deep breath before answering.

"Actually, I'm an architect." You said smiling at him, not wanting to look at the audience.

"This is as amazing as being a scientist. But tell me, you weren't at the prom. I remember the principal informed you that you had taken your degree and left school early."

"Yeah, I ended up having to move in with my aunt sooner than I expected."

"Excuse me." A girl's voice caught your eye, making you look at the audience. A blonde girl, you didn't remember her name exactly, but you knew she was one of those who bullied you, has a hand up. "I don't remember you. You shouldn't be very popular because I remember everyone and…"

"I wasn’t popular." You interrupted her. "I was the round glasses girl you mocked." You said pointing to yourself in the picture on the screen behind you, making them start muttering. At a glance you can see Namjoon lowering his head.

“What about your love life, (Y/N)? Is there anyone who has won your heart?” Jongdae asked, changing the subject. You looked at Jimin. He smiled and nodded, as if he knew what you wanted to say and giving you permission to speak.

"Yes, I have a boyfriend." You said, and just as Jimin smiled proudly, Namjoon lifted his head at once, staring at you with confusion on his face.

"That's wonderful. And is he here?" The teacher asked excitedly and you looked back at Jimin who again nodded, giving you permission to speak.

"Yes, he is. You know him. He was from the 2008 class too." And confused murmurings came from among the people who were there, wondering who this boy was. Namjoon was restless, looking at you like you had thrust a knife into him.

"Really? Then call him. I'm interested in meeting the lucky one."

"Babe." You called for Jimin who got up happy and proud to be introduced to all those assholes he hated, like his boyfriend. He walked excitedly across the carpet, and climbed onto the stage, stopping by your side, hugging you around the waist. Jongdae grinned at the sight of him.

"But of course it would be Park Jimin. You were always together at school.. Even those who didn't know you knew you would end up together."

"Yeah, I'm the luckiest guy in the world." Jimin said giving you a kiss on the forehead, making you embarrassed and hiding your face in his chest.

During the time you were at the party, you kept as far away from Namjoon as possible. You didn't want to talk to him, and tried not to let others get close to you either. You told Jimin that you would go to the bathroom and then wanted to leave, so he went to wait for you in the car. When you came out of the bathroom, you almost had a heart attack by bumping into Namjoon who was waiting for you at the door.

"What the fuck, Namjoon!" You exclaimed stepping back and stepping away from him.

"I didn't mean to scare you, sorry." He said and by his voice you realized he was a little drunk. "I just wanted to talk to you."

"We have nothing to talk about." You said walking past him, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "Hey …"

"Why are you doing this? You like me, so why are you kicking me to stick with that dwarf project?"

"First, let me go." You said pulling your arm hard, letting go and stepping back away from him. "Second, I don't like you, Namjoon. I did like you ten years ago, when you placed a bet with your friends that you could kiss the weird nerd and break her heart."

“I was a jerk, okay? A kid. I should never have done that… I went to school the next day to apologize to you, but you weren't there, and the other day, I went to your house and your parents said you had moved ... I was an asshole, I just ... I'm sorry.”

“It doesn't matter to me anymore, Namjoon. I don't care about you or your apologies. I'm a fucking grown woman, I don't keep past hurts and I know what I want, and I want nothing to do with you.” You said. Namjoon seemed taken aback by your words, his cheeks reddening as if embarrassed, as if he didn't expect you to sound so rude. And without further ado, you walked away, past the people in the hall and out.

You were walking toward the car that was in the parking lot when someone grabs your arm, forcing you to stop and turn back. Namjoon was really upset.

"You can't be serious. I pretty declared myself to you on that stage."

"I don’t care, damn it. Let me go." You said trying to break free, but he just held you tighter.

"I won't let you go until you tell me ..." He didn't finish what he was saying as Jimin's fist connected with his cheek, causing Namjoon to let you go and fall back on the floor, grunting.

Jimin hugged you, pulling you against his chest as your body tremble.

"Never put your hands on her again, Namjoon." He shouted angrily. "You will never make this girl suffer again."

Namjoon's friends showed up to help you get up while you and Jimin got in the car and drove away.

The ride back to the hotel was quiet, and when you reached your room and sat on your bed, Jimin stroked your hair.

"Are you alright?”

You smiled and nodded.

"Just tired. Can we sleep?"

"Of course dear."

A month had passed since you had returned from the trip. You and Jimin tried to talk to each other every day, but it wasn't always possible. You missed him. There were days when you couldn't even work properly, just wondering when you could see him again.

It was raining. It was a Friday night and Hoseok had called you to sleep at his house to watch movies, but you preferred to stay home and try to talk to Jimin, but he just didn't answer the phone.

You sighed hopelessly and flopped onto your back in the sofa, thinking. That's when your doorbell rang and you sat at once, staring at the door. Who was there at that time? You got up and walked to the door, looking through the peephole. You screamed when you saw who was there, soaking wet.

"Jimin." You shouted opening the door and jumping on the boy, not caring that he was all wet. He laughed and accepted your hug with pleasure, squeezing you tightly.

"Surprise." He said still laughing, putting you on the floor.

"What are you doing here? I mean, I'm glad you are, but you could have told me. I could have picked you up... What are all these bags?" You asked when you realized that he was surrounded by suitcases.

"Well... Remember I told you my boss wanted to transfer me to one of his branches to be vice president?" You nodded. "Well, the branch is here, in this city ... So I technically live in this city from today on. And well... I kind of don't have a place to live yet, and I was wondering if I can't live with you for a few days... "

"A few days? Of course not Jimin, you'll live here forever. With me. Of course you can stay here. Oh my god, I love you." You screamed jumping on him again and filling him with kisses.

“I love you too, babe.” He said giving you a kiss that made your whole body heat up. "Now we can come in and make a baby, what do you think?"

"It’s the best idea I heard today."

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Ride Or Die - Chapter 15 (m)

— pairing |Jeon Jungkook/Reader x Jung Hoseok/Reader — word c |13,399 — genre |Mafia au!, Angst, smut — summary | As always, nothing in your life after meeting Jungkook could be easy, once again you are forced to endure a loss. — warnings/tags |Adult content, Violence, alcoholic beverages, low slang words, blood, death.

— A/N | Sorry for taking so long to update. I hope you like it, if possible comment, leave your like and reblog. Thank you very much to all my readers. Little fox is a fictional city.

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When you woke up, Jungkook was not at your side. The room was still dark and looking at the clock on the nightstand, you realized it was still four in the morning. It was still raining outside, because you still heard the sound of rain falling. You got up, you were dressed in the shirt he had loaned you after taking a shower. You walked to the bathroom and didn't find him there. When you came out in the hall, the lights were off, and you didn't mind turning on, just walked by and went down the stairs. The door to the room was wide open. You frowned and walked over to it, just poking your head out, confused as to why the door was like that, and ended up finding Jungkook propped up on the porch railing. He was barefoot and shirtless.

He was staring at the empty street, raindrops hitting the ground like puddles, the noise was relaxing, but he was tense. You were not the only one going through a maddening moment, you had to remember that he was also involved in all that mess. You walked towards him, hugging him from behind and for a moment he tensed his muscles, but as soon as he looked over his shoulder and saw you, he relaxed a little.

"What are you doing out here?" You asked with a gentle kiss on his shoulder. "It is cold, you will end up getting sick."

"I'm just thinking, I guess." He said calmly, before looking back at the rain. You leaned next to him, watching his features. He was worried and thoughtful at the same time. You don't remember having seen him like this before. "She was so close to you ... If she had ... If she hurt you ..." Then he stopped, closing his eyes tightly and clenching his jaw at the same time he closed his hands in fists and swallowed in dry. So that was the problem. Shadow. "And that asshole, instead of putting a knife in her brain, just had sex with her. I’m so fucking angry, right now.”

"Hey." You held his face, making him look at you, those black eyes full of fury, the red ears, he was starting to have a fit of hate. “It’s okay now.” You tried to comfort him.

"But what if ..." He started again, but you moved towards him, putting your lips together, keeping him silent. Your hands went down to his shoulders and you felt the tension lessen until you felt zero when his hands went to your waist. It was the first time in days that it was just the two of you, without Century, without fear, without threats, just you. "I love you more than anything in this life." He whispered through your lips and you just moaned something, making him feel chills through his body.

"Pick me up." You asked by dropping the kisses onto his neck and scratching the back of his neck with the tips of your nails. He groaned and grabbed your thighs, pulling you up as if you weighed nothing. You tightened your thighs around his waist and dropped a hand between the two of you, scratching his abdomen and touching him over his pants.

He smirked. "Let’s go to the bedroom."

"No." He frowned, pulling his face back and looking confused. "I want it here."

He laughed and spun around, placing you sitting on the porch railing, staying between your legs, while your hands went inside his pants and massaged his cock. He kissed your cheek, suppressing the moans that insisted on leaving his throat as you moved your hand up and down, no longer needing to stimulate him since with you, he was always hard as a stone.

"Someone will end up seeing us." He whispered in your ear, looking at the other houses on the street. You didn't answer him, just pulled his pants down a little, letting out his cock, and lifted up the shirt you were wearing, letting him see your pussy still hidden by your black panties. Then you took one of his hands and put it over your panties, making him gasp and bite his lips.

"Does it look like I care?" You asked looking at him innocently, making him feel as if all his muscles were turning and his cock was throbbing in your hand. He pulled the panties aside, and you groaned as you felt his icy fingers reach your clit.

"I really love it when you get wet without me even touching you."

"Just fuck me, for God's sake." You begged and he laughed.

"Hasty little girl." He whispered before he positioned himself and entered you, eliciting a long moan from you, making you lay your face against his chest to muffle the sound. Jeon held your hip as he moved his towards yours, gradually increasing the speed until he was thrusting hard, and you kissed him in order to not scream and wake up the whole neighborhood. He continued to kiss you, leaving one hand on your hip, while the other alternated between squeezing your breasts and holding your neck. And every second you got even more wet, and you knew it wasn’t a thing of the moment but a thing of Jungkook, only he was able to leave you at that level of excitement. Lust was taking over you. You held his hair, pulling it, making him grunt between your lips and bite it, while the hand on your hip tightened even more.

"I want more." You whispered and he understood well. Jeon picked you up and carried you inside. With his foot, he kicked the door shut and put you on the floor, with your chest against the door. He finished taking off his clothes and stopped behind you, he pulled your shirt up, throwing it on the floor, kissing your shoulder and running the kisses down your back, making you squirm against the cold wood that made your nipples hard and a little uncomfortable. He grabbed the lace and pulled it down slowly, nibbling your skin, and tossing your panties over his shoulder before standing up again.

He pulled your hips back, entering you again, moving slowly, until he was pumping into you, making you do little whimpers, that drove him crazy, and he tried to concentrate to not  lose control, but the lust he felt was stronger than his self-control. He then used one hand to hold your neck while the other was on your shoulder, increasing the strength of his thrusts, going deeper and deeper, making you scream.

When you felt your core tightened, you lost control of your breath, gasping and punching the door, whimpering as your body threatened to squirm. Jungkook felt you were close to the edge and pushed his body against yours, pinning you to the door, leaving room just so that his hand could stay between your body and the wood, placing his fingers over your soaked clit and pressing it while making circular movements.

"Oh my god" You squeaked, his lips going to your ear, nibbling it while his other hand tightened on your neck. "Fuck" You screamed when you felt your muscles contracting and your legs trembling, letting the weight of his body on yours hold you upright as your legs started to go soft as gelatin after reaching your orgasm. And he lowered his lips to your neck, sucking and marking it while pumping without hesitation in your pussy that now more than ever dripped and tightened around his cock.

"You feel so good, babe." He rasped. "Shit." He growled when he spurts of cum inside you, and stopped moving when he buried himself completely in the tight hole between your legs. His hand coming to rest on your belly and the hand that held your neck, he leaned against the door beside your head. Your hearts were racing just like your breaths, it was as if you had stopped breathing for a moment and only now remembered that needed air to survive.

You turned your face, looking at him over your shoulder, seeing his face covered in sweat, his bangs pinned to his forehead, practically covering his black eyes, and amid the expression of post-orgasm tiredness, the smile came. His white, straight teeth forming that bunny smile, now full of innocence and joy, making your heart melt and once again realize that you were completely in love with that man and no one would ever be able to change your mind.

When Jeon moved out of you, you could feel the hot liquid running down your legs, and he had seen it too, and for a moment he just stopped and stared at the scene intensively, his brain sending spasms to his dick, wanting to let it hard again. He laughed to shake away the chills in his spine, he knew you needed to rest. He then helped you up the stairs and walked to the bathroom to take a shower. Shortly afterwards he had put you to bed and you fell asleep again. He looked at the clock that said almost six in the morning, it would be dawn soon, but with the rain, it would still be very dark.

Knowing that he couldn't sleep with all the thoughts and concerns in his head, he went downstairs taking the clothes you had left in the living room and put them in the laundry. Then he used a cloth to clean up the mess you had made near the door. He returned to the bedroom and sat on the bed beside you, propping his back on the headboard. Jungkook couldn't express how happy he was to have you in his life, and he couldn't wait until all that mess was over for him to be able to marry you, and make everything official, he couldn't wait to be officially yours.

He then lay down under the blanket and gently pulled you onto his chest, listening to you sigh softly and squirm, snuggling into his chest and continuing to sleep.

When you woke up Jungkook was sleeping next to you. It was just after nine in the morning and your cell phone kept buzzing because of the messages. Becca was talking about the trip you mentioned days ago.

"My god, the world is falling outside." Becca said as she looked out of the university cafeteria window. It had not stopped raining yet and it was expected to rain until the end of the week. “This is really a good week to go to another city.” At the end of classes, the three of you sat down at the college cafeteria to talk about the destination of your trip the next day. They decided to go to the beach and surprisingly Becca had already planned and had even spoken to one of the owners of a beach house during the break between classes.

"So, you and Hoseok kissed." Suhee brought up the question that had been hammering in her head since Yoongi had come to the college days ago. You took your eyes off the rain and frowned at the two girls sitting opposite you who were looking curiously.

"We didn't kiss. He stuck his tongue in my mouth, without my permission, while he held me pinned against a wall."

"That sounds sexy." The girl laughed mischievously, making you and Becca roll yours eyes.

"This is not sexy, it is harassment."

"Come on, are you saying you didn't like it? I remember when Hoseok and I used to go out, he has an extraordinary kiss. I get wet just thinking about it."

Becca snorted.

"You went out once, you only kissed once. And now I understand why. He should have been in love with (Y/N) at that time and he only kissed you to try to make her jealous."

"Look girls, I don't want to talk about this." You said going back to your coffee. "You have no idea of the headache that is causing me."

"Yeah, it must be a headache to have two bad boys literally fighting with fists and teeth for you." Suhee teased her, causing you to give her a deadly look.

"Don't forget about Jimin." Becca whispered, holding back her laughter when she saw you snort and lean against the chair, crossing your arms.

"Jimin is not a bad boy, he is a playboy. He is not on that list. He shouldn't even know what it's like to punch with those cute little hands."

If only they knew that they don't really know anything about Jimin. You thought.

And while they were making fun of something else that would obviously make you angry, you looked back at the street in the campus and at the same moment Jungkook's car stopped in front of the buildings. You had talked and he agreed to let you go if he went with you. Before, you would argue that he was being very possessive but knowing the circumstances that Shadow could try something against you and end up hurting your friends in the process, you ended up giving in.

He got out of the car, he was wearing his casual outfit, black clothes, leather jacket and boots. The hair was tossed forward, the bangs covering part of his eyes, you knew it was time to have it cut, but he was so sexy with long hair, that you would wait a little longer to speak about it. He was carrying a black umbrella in his hand, and he didn't seem to mind getting wet in that rain. When he left your sight, you knew he had entered the building, so you just stared at a spot behind the girls, waiting for him to pass through the cafeteria door. And when he did, as expected, all the girls who were there, even those who worked in the cafeteria, stopped what they were doing to admire his beauty.

Jungkook stopped for a moment, looking around the place, and as soon as his eyes fell on you, he smiled, showing everyone that happy smile he only had when he was in your presence. And that only made the other girls melt and wished to pass out in his arms, so he could carry them with those strong arms. You smirked. It was like high school again. And he was so sexy that you almost couldn't control yourself, just wanted to jump on that lap, and let him destroy you again.

"I need to go, see you tomorrow?" You asked getting up and picking up your backpack. You didn't wait for them to answer, you just walked away leaving the two confused, but as soon as they turned and saw Jungkook, they understood your hurry. When you approached, he held your face with one hand and the other went up to your waist, pulling you to a kiss that caused envy and whispers among the other girls.

Then he put his arm around your shoulders, obliviously to people's eyes, and guided you out of the canteen, opening the umbrella so you wouldn't get wet on the way to the car. After entering, he slapped you on the butt and then closed the door, throwing the umbrella in the back seat and entering the driver's side.

"What?" He asked after starting the car and seeing that you were looking at him with a playful smile.

“You’re all wet.”

“Well babe, it’s raining.” He laugh.

"I am wet and it is not because of the rain." You said sitting on your side on the bench, biting your fingertip as you spread your legs for him, showing off the red panties you were wearing under your skirt.

“Oh baby girl, I guess we’ll have a long ride back home.”

After talking to the gang members, after reconciling with Jungkook saying he would only stay there until they killed Shadow, Hoseok got in his car and drove away, going around the city aimlessly. Once again, he didn't know what to do, and it was all Jungkook's fault, for having met you first. His instincts told him to kill the Century leader, but something else, maybe his conscience, or maybe his heart, told him to let it go, to not cause any more damage to you. He didn't want you to hate him, he never wanted to do anything to make you cry, and after last night's scene, with you lying on the floor, having a panic attack between your crying sobs, he knew he needed to get rid of that feeling  to not hurt you again. He just didn't know how. He hadn't slept with anyone in months because he just couldn't get you out of his head.

The songs that played on his radio were melancholy and dramatic. And to his surprise, he liked it. It was the kind of music he would like to hear if he were alone with you in a room. The melodies were calm and relaxing, but he didn't feel at all relaxed because he soon realized where he was really heading. To your house. He knew that Jungkook would be there, but he needed to talk to you, he had to clear things up.

When he turned the corner, to his surprise, Jeon's car wasn’t there.

Could you not be there too?

He parked in front of his house and got out of the car. As soon as he approached the porch, he heard loud music coming from inside the house. He rang the bell once, twice, three times but received no answer. You were probably not listening because of the volume of the music. Moving away from the entrance and looking up, he saw that your bedroom window was open. Hoseok did not think much, he climbed and moved up on the porch roof. Reaching your window, he took a boost and used the strength of his arms, lifting, moving one leg into the window and sitting on the ledge.

As soon as he passed his chest inside, and was about to enter the room completely, he stopped with one leg hanging outside the window when he saw one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen in his life. You stepping out of the bedroom bathroom in a bikini and stopping in front of the mirror.

Hoseok didn't expect that one day he would see you wearing only underwear, so at that moment his body paralyzed and he could only stare. His cheeks went red as well as his ears. His eyes darkened and he felt his cock twist inside his pants. Again, his imagination came to torture him. He could imagine you coming out of the sea wearing that, your body wet, your hair soaked, walking sensuously on the sand while all the guys drooled over your beauty, but then you would approach him and kiss him, showing everyone else that you were his. And imagining this, Hoseok lost his balance and fell backwards into the room, his back bones booming against the wooden floor, making you jump and scream looking back, seeing the boy grunting, lying on the floor near your bed. Your first instinct was to run to him and help him get up.

"Hoseok, are you okay?" You asked holding his hand and helping him to his feet, who now had red cheeks, ashamed.

"Yeah yeah." He said scratching the back of his neck and taking a step away from you. "I was just ...I mean..." Spying on you like a complete pervert? He thought about saying it, but you probably should have noticed that already.

"Why were you in my window?" You asked with a frown.

"I knocked on the door but you didn't answer, so I went in." He said pointing to the window with his thumb.

"So, you decided to break into my house instead of calling me and asking me to open the door." You said crossing your arms, making your breasts even more attractive to him who failed to disguise the desire to squeeze them and stared at them for long seconds. When you realized that he was not looking at your eyes but at your breasts, you squeaked and tried to use your arms to cover yourself. "Your pervert." You ran towards the bathroom and slammed the door while he started laughing, thinking you were cute all embarrassed.

“Not now, boner.” He whispered looking at his own pants, seeing that his dick was hard and it was very visible.

"So, are you going to tell me what you came here to do or what?" He heard your voice ask and shortly after you left the bathroom dressed in shorts, a long T-shirt and carrying your bikini, placing it in the suitcase with the others clothes. "Shouldn't you be with your new girlfriend?" You teased him and he gave you a mischievous look, wanting to put you against the wall and use that smart mouth of yours. He would go crazy, and it would be your fault.

"Are you jealous?"

“As if.”

"I came to talk, but I wasn't expecting to be received that well. If I had known you used to walk in bathing suits at home, I would have invaded your room more often.” He said with a wink. You rolled your eyes and walked over to the cell phone on top of the dresser, turning the music down.

"Look, I'm busy. I have to finish packing my bags, and I have to wait for Jungkook to return to go to Century home. So, if you stop wasting my time with your sexual comments, I would appreciate it."

"Oh, poisonous. I like it." He hissed. "And just for your information, I didn't have sex with her." He said bluntly and you looked up at him at once, surprised at what you heard. Hoseok threw himself on the bed, crossing his arms behind his head and looking in your direction, very pleased with the look of relief with which you were looking at him.

“Okay, that’s… unexpected.” You said in amazement, no longer caring about the suitcase, becoming more interested in what he was saying, sitting on the bed next to him who was happy to have your full attention.

"Yeah, she really wanted to, but even if I like a lot of pussy, I didn’t want to fuck hers."

“And why not? Come on, she looks like a fucking angel, even I would want to fuck her if I were a guy.”

He laughed. Sometimes he forgot that you were innocent in some ways.

“She’s not you, (Y/N).” He said and looked at you so intently that you had to look away, uncomfortable. “You don’t need to say anything. I know you don’t feel for me what I feel for you, and I understand it. I'm sorry for what I did, I should never have touched you without your permission and I'm not going to do that again. I don’t want to lose you." You smiled in response, looking at him again, and it totally warmed Hoseok's heart that thought you would never smile at him like that again. But he should know that you wouldn't hate him forever, you were too good for that, you were too good for him and you were certainly too good for Jungkook. Lucky son of a bitch. He thought before smiled at you. “Jungkook must have already told you that she found out that I had declared myself to you because there was an informant of hers infiltrating the security team that Dean loaned us to do the rounds at Century home that night.” And you looked confused, once again totally surprised by what you had heard. Hoseok gasped. It was obvious that Jungkook was not going to tell you that, after all, it would take some of Hoseok's guilt and you wouldn’t be more upset thinking that he had betrayed your trust. Clever. He thought. "Anyway, she went to me to propose that I help her make you and Jungkook break up, so she would have him back and I would be with you."

"And what did you say?"

He scoffed. "I said no, of course.”

“But...You had lipstick on your lips that day. And she was wearing your shirt."

“After I said no, she started to undress, saying she would convince me anyway, she kissed me, but I pushed her away, that's when you rang the doorbell.” He said staring at the ceiling. Hoseok was silent for a few seconds, wondering whether to tell what she had said to him or not. "She said that you will never want to have anything with me while Jungkook is on the way." And he laughed. "As if I didn't already know that."

"Hobi ..." You tried to speak, but he interrupted you.

"I think she knows something that we don't. She is overconfident that her plans will work." And he looked at you again. "There is something wrong in the middle of this."

"And what could it be?"

"I don't know. But I will find out." And he smiled again. "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

And you were silent again, only the music from your cell phone was heard above your breath. You were upset about all that, he knew that. He just wanted to find a way to make you feel better, but at the moment, the only thing he could offer was a hug and a few words to make you less worried. But after what had happened, after what he had done, would you accept his embrace? Would you think he was going too far? If he asked you for a hug, would you feel pressured? He didn't know and he didn't have the courage to ask, so he just stood there, while you went back to organizing your suitcase.

Later, you called Jungkook, saying that you were going to the Century house, and he asked you to wait for him, because he didn't want you to go around town alone. When you said Hoseok was with you, you managed to hear him growl on the other end of the line, saying that he would be waiting for you at the entrance to the house. It was no different. He was propped up in his car outside the garage waiting for you.

When you got out of the car, you walked towards him while Hoseok took your suitcase out of the trunk and carried it inside, without even exchanging a look with Jeon.

"Did he touch you?" Jeon asked when you approached, entering his arms.

"No. He just wanted to talk. Apologize for what happened. He told me that he didn't do anything with Shadow and that he regretted kissing me without my permission." He just mumbled something and gave you a calm kiss on the lips. "Did you pack your bags?"

"About that, I talked to the guys, I better not go with you."

“What? Why?”

“If I go with you, Shadow can do something dangerous and stupid against you. If you go with the guys and I stay, the chances of her trying to hurt you are reduced by 50%.”

You snorted. "I was so excited to go on this trip with you."

"Me too, babe. I'm dying to see you in a bikini, but it's safer that way." He said taking his hands to your arms, stroking them. "Namjoon, Yoongi and Taehyung are going with you. And your friends don't like me, you'll have more fun if you don't have me around to piss them off.”

When you entered the house, you were both going to the room when you passed a room where Yoongi and Namjoon were. He folded some clothes and put them in a medium suitcase that was on the bed, while Min Yoongi was lying on the armchair complaining. You stopped and looked, finding Yoongi's grimace cute as he stamped his feet on the floor like a spoiled child.

"I don't like the sun, why the hell do I have to go to the beach?" He whimpered like a child and Namjoon rolled his eyes, angry and sick his friend's whining. "I went to the beach 5 years ago and I can still find sand in some hole in my body."

"Aish, Yoongi, get yourself together." Namjoon said turning to him. "Go to your room to pack your bags or tomorrow we will take you only with your clothes on and you will be forced to go shopping with Taehyung."

Yoongi gasped, looking offended by his friend's threat and put his hand on his chest dramatically. And that just made him look even cuter and you put your hand over your mouth to keep from laughing and getting their attention. But apparently, he had already seen you and when his eyes went to you, it doubled in size.

"Yah, this is all your fault." And he pointed in your direction accusingly. Only then did Namjoon turn to you and smile.

"Hi (Y/N), don't mind him, he's just being dramatic. We are very happy to go to the beach with you, we haven't been to one in years."

"Exactly and I would love to not mess up my historic about not going to the beach, but apparently I am being forced." The platinum boy raised his hand, sliding further into the chair, as if he were sinking into a great depression. And that just made you laugh even more. Taehyung then passed by you, giving you a kiss on the cheek and then throwing himself on the bed, hindering Namjoon to pick up the clothes, making the older man roll his eyes again.

"Why are you taking coats? We are going to the beach, not Alaska."

"I swear to god that one day I will roll my eyes so hard that I will go blind, get out of here, asshole." Namjoon said pushing Tae who rolled off the bed and dropped on the floor with an ouch, while Yoongi stopped making faces just to laugh at the boy who got up all sly saying that he would tell Jin what he had done and ran out the door, hiding behind you when the elder threatened to throw a shoe at him. "And I am forewarned. It is not because we are going to the beach that it cannot rain there."

"Oh, hey (Y/N)." Seokjin appeared behind you smiling and carrying some kits with sunscreen and creams in his hands. He entered the room and placed them on the bed. "Are you excited for the trip tomorrow?" And before you could answer, Yoongi grunted from where he was, making Seokjin look at him with narrowed eyes for a moment before turning to you. "I have some sedatives in stock. I'll give you some. Use two on the way and two on the way back and you won't have to worry about the child there.” He said pointing his thumb at Yoongi who snorted while the rest of you laughed.

"Oh, c’mon, it will be fun, Yoongi." You said entering the room and approaching him. You knelt in front of him who had his legs spread and put your hands on his thighs. He dropped his eyes to you and stared, waiting for you to explain to him why it would be so much fun. “There will be many tight bikinis, drinks, parties, dancing. You will be able to enjoy some time with your friends; we will both be able to get to know each other better and will also spend time with Becca.” And his red cheeks didn't go unnoticed by the other guys, who started making fun of Yoongi for being embarrassed when you said your friend's name.

“Yah, yah, fuck you.” He said showing the middle finger to everyone. And he looked at you again, but this time he smiled. "Well, I think I better go pack my bags."

It was late and you couldn't sleep. You had rolled over in bed many times trying to get a comfortable position, but you just couldn't. Not wanting to wake up Jungkook, you got up and left the room. After going to the kitchen and having a glass of water, you went up again, this time going to the games room, and sitting on the couch, crossing your legs. You had so much to think about. The end of the year was near, you did well in the exams, but even so you didn't think you were giving enough of yourself in your studies.

So many things had happened in that short period of time, and thinking that this time you and Jungkook would probably be one step closer to getting rid of that psycho, made you anxious. You just wanted to take the time to think about your wedding, which was supposed to be at the end of the year, but due to everything that was happening, they would probably postpone it.

You sighed, almost defeated. It wasn't supposed to be like this. It was so much easier when you just had to worry about your parents not liking Jungkook.

In the bedroom, Jungkook turned on the bed, looking for you to hug, but when he felt your side of the bed empty, he opened his eyes, having no sign of you around. He sat on the bed, yawning and seeing under the doorway that the hall light was on. He stood up, scratching the back of his neck and leaving the room. He thought about going downstairs and looking for you in the kitchen, but he stopped walking when he noticed that the door to the game room was open and the light was on, but he didn't hear any of the guys' voices coming from there. He narrowed his eyes and walked over there, seeing you sitting on the couch, staring at nothing.

"Babe?" Your boyfriend's deep, sleepy voice caught your eye, making you look at the door where he was standing in, scratching an eye, with messy hair and bare chest. "What are you doing here?"

You shrugged.

"I couldn't sleep so I came here. I didn’t want to wake you up, "

"Love, if something's upsetting you, you have to tell me." He came over, sitting next to you, placing a hand on your thigh. "You don't have to be afraid to wake me up in the middle of the night if you're not feeling well, I'm here just to make you feel good."

"It's just the usual thoughts. Nothing too new." You shrugged again, sighing tiredly. "Sometimes I think things are never really going to be okay."

"Yes, it will, princess." Jungkook pulled you into a hug, letting you bury your face in his neck as he kissed your hair and caressed your back. "Please try not to think about it, okay? Let me deal with the more complicated questions. I just want you to have fun on the beach, I want you to continue to live happy, okay? Everything will be fine, me and the guys, we are working on it. "

"I just don't want anyone to get hurt. You, the girls and the boys are very important to me, I don't want to lose you like my parents." you whispered

"No one will get hurt, I promise. Don't you trust me?"

"With my life."

The next day, the boys were putting their bags inside Taehyung's car while you were propped up in Jungkook's car kissing him. His hands went up and down your body, but always stopped on your face or neck, and every time his tongue touched yours, you pulled him closer and closer to you, your body asking, begging him to touch you with those efficient fingers.

"You sure you can't go?" You asked between his lips and he just shook his head, he running the kisses down your neck, the volume in his pants visibly saying that he was as excited as you were at that moment. “Gosh, I love you so much. I'm already missing you.”

"I hate to disturb the lovebirds, but it's time." Namjoon shouted tapping his fingers on his wristwatch while Taehyung and Yoongi were already in the car.

"You have stay close to them all the time, okay? Don't leave their sight." He asked and you nodded. "See you in a week, babe."

"Please be careful. Don't kill yourself and don't try to kill Hoseok either."

"I can’t promise that." He said laughing, giving you a peck before letting you go and accompany you to Taehyung's car. After you got into the passenger seat, he closed the door and leaned against the window looking into the car, receiving a okay from everyone inside, as they already knew what he was going to say. "Have a nice trip. And rest a lot, because when you get back, I'm going to tie you to that bed and fuck you hard for a straight month." That sentence made you shiver, but it made the other guys cringe.

"That was completely unnecessary." Namjoon said perplexed.

"I am going to puke." Yoongi said with disgust, grimacing and putting his hand on the belly.

"I need to get laid." Taehyung said last, making the rest of you laugh.

Jungkook then walked away from the car and let Taehyung drive. He watched the car go away and as soon as it turned the corner, disappearing from his sight, he turned towards the house, it was time to start working.

You had called Becca earlier, telling her that the boys had decided to go with you. She was happy to know that Jeon was not going, but she was even happier to know that Yoongi would. So instead of meeting them at Suhee's house, you found yourself on the main highway of the city where you went on to the city that was just over three hours away.

The way in Taehyung's car was full of laughter, Namjoon trying to explain to the boys why they shouldn't drink salt water and Yoongi complaining and whining at the same time. It was a mess. When you finally arrived at the beach house, it was past noon and Yoongi complained that he was hungry.

"Dude, we were at a restaurant thirty minutes ago, you didn't eat more because you didn't want to, so stop fucking complaining." Namjoon said widening his eyes at Yoongi who just rolled his eyes and snorted out of the car.

"Fuck, what a view." Taehyung said looking around, stopping in front of the sea, seeing both the beauty of that place and the beautiful women walking in bikini on the sand.

"So? What do you guys think?" Becca and Suhee approached you who were now looking out to sea.

"It is wonderful." You said, admired.

"I've never seen so much beautiful women together like this." Taehyung laughed.

"Aish, there is too much sand." Yoongi complained and Namjoon looked at him with a threatening look. "Can we get in? This sun is hot and I can feel this sand entering between my fingers.”

"You are wearing sneakers, you asshole."

Yoongi looked at him with animosity, clearly not giving a damn what his friend was saying.

"And?"

Namjoon took a deep breath for a couple of seconds before turning to you and smiling. And soon after he scowl, and hup on Yoongi who realized what his friend would do and got away from the car, going into defensive position, raising his arms in front of his body with his fists clenched.

"Don't even think about it. I make you pass out in two seconds."

"Then do it right away, because at least I don't have to hear you complain any longer." Namjoon growled and advanced against his friend, you just laughed and motioned for your friends to enter the house, that would take time to end.

"It only has three bedrooms?" Suhee asked as soon as they entered the bedroom corridor, on the second floor.

"Yes, but they are all suites at least." Becca said. "I hope you know that I will share a room with …"

"Yoongi" You and Suhee said together, making the other girl startle.

"Yeah, we already know. Guess we’re going to be roommates, (Y/N)." Said the girl, entering one of the rooms while the other two followed.

"Come on, Suhee, you could sleep with one of Yoongi's friends. They seem to be nice."

She gasped with irony. "No thanks. They must be in love with (Y/N) too." You narrowed your eyes at her, making her laugh. "But seriously, the tallest one is handsome, but he looks like a nerd. And the other looks like a child. Two asses. I like bad boys, you know.”

Oh, if she knew what I know, she would never call them asses. You thought.

"Well, I'm going to talk to the guys. Do you know if there's anything in the kitchen? Yoongi said he was hungry."

"The pantry is full; I'll see if I can make him a sandwich."

"They're not even dating and she's already cooking for him." Suhee scoffed, making you laugh as you left the room.

The first day at the beach was quiet. Except for the part where Namjoon and Taehyung waited for Yoongi to be distracted, and carried him screaming into the sea, throwing him inside with clothes and everything, leaving him soaked and furious. And while you and your friends chatted sitting in one of the kiosks, having cold drinks, Yoongi chased the other two boys through the sand, swearing that he would kill them as soon as he put his hands on them.

You had entered the sea once, you weren’t a good swimmer and even with your friends at your side, you decided to not abuse your luck. You were wearing the same bikini that Hoseok had seen you in, and that was getting a lot of attention. While your friends were bathing in the salt water, and Yoongi was still chasing the other two guys, you were alone at the kiosk, having the best Margarita of your life, when a man wearing only shorts stopped beside you, asking for a drink. You were too busy getting drunk and laughing at the hysterical screams of the platinum boy, that didn’t realize that the man was looking at you from head to toe.

“Hi” A voice said at your side. When looking, the man with golden hair and green eyes smiled at you. You were taken by surprise by the sudden interaction and analyzed it for a few seconds.

“Hey.” You nodded and went back to looking at your friends, laughing instantly when Yoongi reached Taehyung and kicked one of his legs, knocking him down, with his back on the sand. The three boys laughed. Yoongi wasn’t angry anymore, he was just having fun now.

"So ... are you here alone?" The man next to you asked and you just glanced at him, still focusing your attention on your friends, not at all interested in that man.

"No, I'm with some friends."

"Cool. Me too. I haven't been here for a long time. I have a beach house that I got from my parents and I thought it would be nice to relax a little. I think it was a good idea, because I ended up meeting you." And he laughed, which made you look at him with a frown for a few seconds, like he was a retarded or something, wondering what he was still doing there. You didn't answer, just took another sip of your drink, expecting him to realize that you had no desire to flirt with him or to get to know him. Turning your eyes to the beach, you met the three boys looking at you and talking while Taehyung pointed at the man next to you. And so, the three started walking towards you. "So, can I buy you a drink?"

"Dude, I'm not interested." You said looking at him. The expression on his face was one of pure surprise. It looked like you were the first girl to dump him. Yes, he was a handsome man, but he was not your type. Jungkook was your type.

"But you didn't even give me a chance to impress you." He said, looking offended. You sighed, turning to the bartender and waving, asking for another drink before turning to the surfer project.

“Look pal, you have no idea of the crazy and stupid things that I have seen, believe me, nothing you do will impress me. And I have a boyfriend, and he's the only one who can impress me every time I breathe. So, don't even try.”

"Ah, but I bet I can impress you, if you give me a chance." He said leaning forward a little and touching his hand that was resting on the counter. You were furious at the audacity of that man who thought he could touch you, and you pulled your hand away from his at the same moment you heard Yoongi's voice scream.

"Yah" The three boys stopped beside you, all looking with furious expressions and burning eyes that would intimidate anyone. "Back off.” He snarled. Even though he didn't understand exactly what was going on, but sensing the threat in Min Yoongi's words, the surfer project straightened his posture and took his hand away from the counter, keeping it away from you.

"What's going on? Who are you?"

"Her men." Taehyung said in a low, thick voice, and if he hadn't been like an older brother to you, you would have found him extremely sexy at that moment. You cocked your head, finding that conversation interesting, while Taehyung took a step forward, getting closer to the blonde one. “Don’t you fucking dare touch her again, or we're going to rip your fingers off."

"Sorry man, I didn't want to cause any inconvenience." The boy said standing up, tripping over his own feet, clearly believing Taehyung's threats.

"And always remember that when you think about touching a woman without her permission, she can have very dangerous boyfriends.” Namjoon shouted sitting on the bench beside you, while the man hurried away. You started to laugh while Taehyung and Yoongi hit a high five.

"So, are you my men?" You asked mockingly, Taehyung shot you a sassy look.

"You really didn't think you were just Jungkook’s, did you? You belong to all of us." he said, arching an eyebrow and shooting you a seductive look that you actually found adorable in his attempt to embarrass you or make you blush. Yoongi rolled his eyes, unwilling to soberly face the younger man's stupid attempts to be sexy and ordered a drink while Namjoon was already taking his. You were willing to embarrass him and knew how. You took your drink that the bartender had put up for you a few seconds before the boys approached to scare off the surfer project, and handed it to Taehyung to have a drink.

He took it and thanked you, taking a sip, without taking his eyes off you. Oh, silly boy.

"Do you remember the party we went to after you were shot last year?" You asked by leaning your back on the counter, putting your arm back and propping your elbows on top of it.

“How could I forget? I was shot!” He emphasized the end of the sentence and took another sip. This was the right time.

"After Jungkook dragged me out of the house, I yelled at him, saying that I should go back to the party and ride on your cock."

And the next scene made you laugh instantly. Taehyung's eyes widened and he spat out all the drink he had put in his mouth, right on top of Namjoon. Yoongi, who also had a drink in his mouth, swallowed at the same moment, but started to laugh madly at the situation of Namjoon's face and clothes and the killer face he looked at Taehyung, so he choked and started coughing like crazy. That caught the attention of several people around you, who looked confused and others looked with disgust at the scene.

Taehyung's face was red as a tomato just like his ears, and he seemed to be in shock, as you crouched and hugged your own belly while laughing, leaning forward and backwards, in a crisis of laughter that didn't seem to end.

“W-what did you just said?”

"Exactly what you heard, Tae." You wiped the tears from your eyes and tried to take a few deep breaths to stop laughing like crazy. As soon as you managed to calm down a little while Namjoon used napkins to clean his face and Yoongi covered his face with his hands, feeling ashamed of his friends, you got up and took a few steps towards Tae, stopping in front of him who still looked puzzled. "Think twice before trying to make me embarrassed, dear." And you patted him lightly on the face, passing him and going to meet your friends who were at sea, totally oblivious of what had happened.

It was almost three days since you were on the beach, you didn't talk to Jeon, he hadn't called since you left town. You missed him, but your friends were able to make you feel less lonely, dragging you to the kiosks and swimming in the sea.

It was already night, you and the others were gathered on the beach where a party was taking place. There were several people, some were jumping in the sea, others were just drinking.There was a lot of music and you were having a great time. Unlike most people there, were not wearing a bikini, but were wearing shorts, a top and sneakers. No one was really dressed up for that party.

It was close to midnight when fireworks started to explode across the sky, lighting it up. It only reminded you of New Year's Eve, when Jungkook proposed to you and you said Yes. You would like everything to go back to how it was before, just you and him, without the intervention of any homicidal psychopath.

You were so focused on seeing the lights of the fireworks flying over the sea that you didn't even notice when someone came up behind you and covered your eyes with their hands. You would have freaked out if that voice hadn't whispered in your ear.

“You look so fucking hot in this outfit, but would look too damn hotter without it.” And your whole body shivered, your knees went weak and you leaned back, leaning on his chest. Your heart beat faster when you saw that he was there with you.

“Who the hell gave your voice permission to sound so damn attractive?” You asked, turning your face and looking over your shoulder, seeing Jungkook smile, you could see by brightness of his eyes that he was happy to see you and you would never deny that your whole body was happy to see him too. "Shit, I missed you." You mumbled before attacking his lips with yours, throwing your body against his that instinctively grabbed your waist and lifted you up, letting you wrap your legs around his waist. It didn't take long for him to feel your hard nipples against his chest and you his hard cock. And suddenly, all the loneliness you had felt, all the sadness, was gone. No one else existed. It was just you and him.

"Eww, get a room." Taehyung shouted from afar making you break the kiss to laugh and look at your friends who pretended to be disgusted but were actually happy that you guys were together.

Jungkook put you on the floor and you held his hand and pulled him through the sand to the house. You went up the stairs and as soon as you entered the bedroom, you slammed the door and kissed him on the lips, bringing your hands up to the shirt he was wearing and unbuttoning it. As soon as he threw it on the floor, you brought your hands up to his back, scratching him, making him moan, but as soon as your hands got close to his waist, you  reached for something and you opened your eyes at once and spun him around, seeing a pistol in his belt.

"A gun? Jungkook why did you brought a gun?" You asked taking a step back, totally angry, crossing your arms.

"It's just a precaution, babe." He said taking out the gun and placing it on the chair that was nearby before going to you and holding your face with both hands. “It's extra protection, that's all. You don't have to worry.”

"Are you sure?" You asked lowering your shield, unable to resist him. He nodded, spreading kisses across your face until his lips were on yours again and his hands on yourr hips, squeezing your buttocks as he walked, pushing you toward the bed. He pulled on your top, taking it off and making you fall sitting on the bed, kneeling in front of you and unbuttoning your shorts, also taking off your sneakers. After taking off your underwear, leaving you completely naked, he laid you on the bed and laid on you, kissing your neck, leaving red and wet marks everywhere his lips and teeth touched.

“Crawl a little further on the bed, babe.” He whispered and you crawled back a little, giving him space to put himself between your legs. Jungkook began to kiss your lips, then he lowered his kisses to your chin, attacking your neck again, then kissing the middle of you breasts, he continued to kiss, lick and nibble every bit of your belly, until his mouth came to rest on your thigh. At that moment, your body was shaking, he was so close but so far from where you wanted his mouth to be. He looked at you through his lashes, seeing that you were biting your lips and looking at him with the hope that he would soon do what you were expecting.

Jeon chuckled and made his way to your clit, He was kissing it with a hunger that makes you gasp in despair, desperate as you run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, controlling exactly how you want to feel his tongue pulling out your pleasure, you didn't need more intensity than that, in fact, if that feeling got more intense, you would explode. Things were always like this with him, he always left you breathless, whether in bed or in your daily life together. You had no doubt that he was the man you wanted to marry.

"Fuck." You hissed, throwing your head back when you felt your legs shake and your pussy contract. Jeon smiled as he stood up and took off his pants next to his underwear, kicking them away from his feet. His hands went to your waist and he turned you around, placed you on all fours on the bed.

He knelt behind you, and positioned himself at your entrance, sliding inside, making you feel him inch by inch and panting uncontrollably. He started to move slowly because he knew your pussy was tighter than usual because of the orgasm, and he didn't want to hurt you, but as soon as you looked over your shoulder, with a dirty look, he laughed and started to increase the speed of his thrusts. He brought his hand up to your hair, curling it in his fingers and pulling, making you moan and grab the sheets as he was pumping hard from behind, cursing every second he felt he was closer to coming.

"Your pussy is so perfect for me, love. Fuck, you are so tight." He groaned holding your shoulders and pushing you down, making you lie on your belly and he climbed on top of you, placing one hand on your neck, letting his bare, sweaty chest rub on your back, placing one hand at your side for support and not letting his full weight over you. He kissed your shoulders and brought the kisses up to your ear, nibbling it, while moving his hips towards yours. "Can I come inside you, love?"

"Yes please." You whispered, feeling the muscles in his body tighten over yours. Jungkook continued to kiss you as he moved his hips hard against yours, going a little faster until he cursed and lightly bit your shoulder when he felt the climax and released everything inside you.

Jungkook fell lying next to you, breathing quickly and heavily, letting out a laugh as he threw his arms over his head. You remained in the same position, breathing deeply, but you turned your face towards him, looking at him and smiling too. You were so happy.

"I missed you too, princess." He said before lying on his side and putting his arm around your waist, bringing his face close to your, giving you a light kiss on the lips.

"Are you going to stay here until the end of the trip?" You asked as you dressed. You had taken a quick shower and were no longer sweaty and sticky. Jungkook smirked.

“Why? Can’t you get enough of me, babe?”

"Why? Do you want me to get tired of you, bad boy?” You asked laughing, walking towards the door as he took the gun to put it on his waist. When you opened the door, your heart almost went out of your mouth, your eyes widened and you felt your body freeze when you saw her there. The woman with dark-colored hair and her lips as red as pure blood was right there, in front of you. Jungkook, as soon as he saw her, he grabbed your arm and pulled you back, stepping in front of you like a shield and aimed the gun at Shadow.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, honey." She said quietly, in a sweet voice, not looking the least bit shaken by having a Glock pointed at her forehead.

"Give me a reason, bitch." Jungkook snarled and the girl tilted her head to the side and smirked, raising a cell phone.

"You know exactly my reasons." She said darkly and for the first time you witnessed Jungkook hesitate in his actions. "You guys were pretty quick, don't you think?" She asked and so she moved a little to the side just to look at you huddled behind the ‘Jeon wall’. "With me he could last longer."

"It's because it was torture." Jeon replied, taking one hand behind him, to keep you there, safe, behind him. Shadow gave him a false look of offense.

"Don't talk like that, Jeon ..." And she approached him, using her index finger, dragging over his abdomen as he looked at her with disgust. "We used to have a lot of fun."

"What you want?" He spoke louder and the woman entered the room, making Jungkook go back and consequently, you too. Shadow sat in the armchair and crossed her legs, looking bored at you both.

"I wanted to know if you are having fun together, come on." And so she smirked. "And obviously I wanted to join the fun."

And you started to hear different sounds of fireworks and loud music coming from the beach. It was screaming, ambulance sirens, something was wrong. You dared to get out from behind Jungkook and walked to the bedroom window, which faced the beach, watching police cars and ambulances approaching, stopping on the sidewalk, while people screamed and ran. Your heart sank into your chest, feeling a bad feeling coming over it. You looked wide-eyed at Jungkook who glared at the woman sitting in the armchair who was full and comfortable with whatever the situation was going on at that moment outside.

She smiled. And you could feel the evil that came out of that smile that seemed sweet and innocent.

"What did you do?" Jungkook snarled harshly and she looked directly at you who was confused by the whole situation.

"You should check on your friends, dear." She said in an innocent voice and you understood what was going on. Your body was filled with panic and you ran out of the room, without even looking at Jungkook, who started to go after you, but Shadow called him. "Stay, or she dies too." She ordered and he obeyed.

You ran down the stairs and opened the living room door wide open, practically jumping up the porch stairs and running through the crowd of people, shouting your friends names, looking everywhere, but the crowd of people there did not allow her to see clearly. When you finally came out of the crowd, your chest almost exploded. When looking at the floor, two paramedics were putting Suhee on a stretcher, she had her chest all bloody and her eyes closed.

A little further ahead was Becca, next to Namjoon who was lying on the floor, paramedics were coming towards him while he was convulsing and Becca held the wound he had in the abdomen. You didn't know what to do.

You found yourself standing still, paralyzed while watching your friends being taken into the ambulances, Becca climbing into one of them and so they were sailing away while police tried to calm the crowd.

A hand touched your waist and you came out of the trance, screaming and turning at once, ready to hit the person if it was someone hostile, but calmed your heart when saw Taehyung and jumped into his arms hugging him, relieved that he was fine.

He then guided you through the crowd, to Yoongi. He was kneeling against the sand, he was staring at his hands with blood and as soon as you approached, he lifted his head looking at you.

"Namjoon took the stab for me." He said. You then walked over to him, kneeling and hugging him around the neck, starting to cry compulsively before holding his face and asking between sobs and tears if he was okay. He nodded and stood up, helping you up too. “We have to get out of here. You're in danger by staying here." He said, and only then you remembered.

"She is here." You said and both guys looked at you. "Shadow is here." And using all your fury, you ran towards the house, shouting Jungkook's name as you went through the living room, but there was no answer. When you entered the bedroom, right before the other two boys, there was no one there, Shadow and Jungkook were gone.

When they entered the hospital waiting room, which faced the emergency room, the three saw Becca arguing with one of the paramedics who wanted to force her to lie down on the stretcher, but she refused, saying she wasn’t injured and just wanted to know how Suhee was doing. As soon as you entered her field of vision, she started to point out, saying that you were her friends. You and Taehyung stood in front of the couch while Yoongi crossed the room to go to her and take her out of the paramedic's hands, leading her towards you who instantly hugged tightly, and both started to cry again. Taehyung walked away saying that he would seek information about Suhee and Namjoon, while Yoongi excused himself to make some calls. You and Becca sat together on the sofa, holding each other's hands.

"I don’t know what happened. Everything was going well, we were dancing and out of nowhere she was falling to the floor, screaming.” Becca started to tell between her sobs. “Yoongi appeared and started to fight a man who wasn’t concerned about hiding his face and another one appeared. It was all very fast. I remember Namjoon showing up and pushing me back, then he threw himself at Yoongi and one of the guys stabbed him. They ran away and I tried to help Namjoon while Yoongi took care of Suhee.” And so she lowered her head, placing it on your shoulder, crying desperately. You used one hand to wipe your tears, feeling mixed feelings at that moment. “I don't understand what happened, (Y/N). I don't understand why anyone would try to do that. Why are people so bad like that? "

"I do not know." You whispered, not trusting to speak louder knowing that your voice would break and show that you were obviously lying. You knew exactly why it happened. It was because of you. 

Outside the Hospital, Yoongi tried to call Jungkook's cell phone several times, but he just didn't answer. He was intrigued as to why he had left with her, with the woman who was trying to kill his friends, his loyal partners and the love of his life. There was something wrong. When he tried again and the leader didn't answer him, he dialed Hoseok's number and hoped that at least he would answer. He needed backup, he didn't know if Shadow would send others to finish the job and he wasn't sure that he and Taehyung would be able to protect the rest of you if there was another attack.

“What’ up?”

"Namjoon and Suhee were stabbed." He said being straightforward, not time to explain the situation. He needed to go back inside the hospital and see how the others were doing.“We are in the hospital. And I don't think we are safe here, I have the impression that they will attack again.”

"Fuck. We are going." Said the boy on the other end of the line and Yoongi managed to hear him shout Seokjin's name. "What about (Y/N)?"

“She is fine, she hasn't been hurt. We need more people here.”

"Send the location."

And so he hung up. 

When Yoongi entered the waiting room, he sat next to Becca and hugged her by the shoulders, while keeping his eyes on you and around you too. They were there because they had both let their guard down, it was his fault as well. Shortly afterwards, Taehyung returned with news.

Suhee and Namjoon were both in surgery and that was just what he managed to get out of the doctors there. They would have to wait to know more details when the surgery ended or when one of the nurses decided to say something. In the meantime, you and he had to fill in two forms, with the personal information of Suhee and Namjoon, since they had no identity, you were signing as his responsible until they recovered the conscience.

"I'm so sorry." You whispered while your head was lying on Taehyung's shoulder. He frowned and turned his face slightly, taking his eyes off the white wall in front of him to look at you. You glanced sideways, seeing that Becca was calm, resting against Yoongi's chest who was on alert, looking everywhere. Then you looked back at the boy who was still curious to know what you meant by that. “Namjoon is here because of me. I never wanted ... "

"Hey." He whispered, making you shut up, pressing your lips, wanting to cry again. "It's not your fault, you know? Shadow is a psychopath. Psychopaths harm others because they like to see pain in humans, because they think they’re superior to the rest of the world. You are not to blame for any of this. You haven't done anything wrong. And if you don't believe me, just wait for Namjoon to leave that room and he will give you the biggest speech so that you understand that one of the best things that happened in our life was you.” He then smiled, using his thumb to wipe away a tear that had accidentally escaped your eyes. "It's gonna be okay." And you nodded, smiling at him and laying your head back on his shoulder, trying not to martyr yourself about all tha

Time passed, you were no longer putting up with your anxiety, you needed news about your friends, anything that would help to lessen your worry, but nobody said anything, nobody knew anything and that was eating you inside. You started pacing while the others sat quietly in their thoughts. Sometimes you looked at Becca, she had nothing to do with it but there she was, Suhee also had nothing to do with the madness of your life and she was there too. It was you who should be in that operating room, not her. You sighed, deep in thought. They had a right to know what was going on and why they were attacked. When you left the hospital, you were determined to tell them the whole truth, even if it meant they never looked at you again.

You didn't know how long you were there, you didn't want to look at the clock and be even more distressed, you just realized that it had been just over two hours when a doctor finally approached you saying he had news from your friends. The other three got up and stopped beside you. You instantly grabbed Taehyung's and Becca's hand, biting your lips with all the strength you had, you could even taste the blood on your tongue when your teeth cut the skin inside your mouth. He didn't look good, and that wasn't a good sign.

"Mr. Kim is still in surgery, the stab was very deep, it hit several vessels and our surgeons are doing what they can to cauterize and stop the bleeding." He started talking and you felt your chest tighten and at the same time Taehyung squeezed your hand. “As for the girl, I'm sorry to say that she couldn't take the injuries, and even though our doctors did everything they could, they couldn't save her. I'm really sorry." 

When you heard the doctor’s words, everything was in slow motion for you. The sounds distorted and so did your vision, becoming blurred by the tears that fell from your eyes. Becca fell to her knees on the floor, screaming and crying desperately, while you were so shocked that you had no reaction, just froze while Yoongi hugged your friend around the waist, trying to calm her down. What had you done so badly to deserve this? What had she done so badly to deserve to die like that?

You needed air. You let go of Taehyung's hand staggering toward the exit, your legs threatening to fail as you took deep steps.

As soon as you left the hospital, you used a hand to prop on one of the pillars, breathing deeply and hard in order to get your lungs back into air, but it was like someone were stuffing knives in your chest. Taehyung followed you out and stopped in front of you, trying to do that thing with breathing like Jin had done that day. And when you started to calm down, something seemed to snap inside you.

“She’s dead.” You squeaked at Taehyung who had his eyebrows together, extremely worried about everything that was happening. He enveloped you in a silent embrace where all you heard was your own cry. “Suhee is dead” You whimpered between loud sobs, grabbing his shirt and stuffing your face in his chest, while Tae tried to hold his own emotions. He was tremendously saddened by what had happened to your friend and even more distressed by not knowing what the situation of Namjoon’s surgery. He knew what it felt like to lose someone so close, and he didn’t want to go through that again.

“I know, little sister. I know.” He whispered, tightening his embrace and stroking your hair, while also looking around the parking lot, waiting for the others to arrive soon. And as soon as he focused on the entrance, he saw it, it was Hoseok’s SW4 and Jimin's Range Rover. Both parked irregularly, skidding the tires on the asphalt and the three guys got out of the cars, running towards you.

“Passion.” Jimin was the first to approach, raising a hand to touch you, but Taehyung snarled, in a warning for him to stay away. The last thing Kim wanted was Jimin to making you cry even more. Jimin looked at him with disdain before looking back at you. “What happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“Where are the others?” Jin asked. “How is Namjoon doing?”

“Namjoon is still in surgery. Yoongi is with Becca in the waiting room and …” Taehyung looked down at you who were still crying in his chest. “Suhee didn’t …” He didn’t have to finish the sentence to everyone understand what had happened.

Jimin put his hands on his head, and took a few steps away, unable to believe it. He knew that shit like that would happen someday. He knew he should have arrested those guys when he had the chance, when he already had all the evidence that they were a gang involved in selling drugs. If he had done this before, you would be safe and none of this would be happening. Jin cursed, realizing that the situation was far worse than he could have imagined.

“Where’s Jungkook?” Hoseok asked when he realized that he had not been mentioned. “Jungkook said he would come to the beach hours ago. Hasn't he arrived yet?”

Silence again. Jimin and Jin also looked towards you to know the answer to that question. Taehyung looked at you again who was now with eyes closed and your hands clenched into fists. He then replied:

“Apparently he left the beach house and went somewhere with Shadow.”

“What?” Jin and Jimin screamed at the same time, widening their eyes in total surprise. Meanwhile, Hoseok remained silent, thinking of a reason why Jungkook left you to go anywhere with Shadow. Then he looked down at you, all vulnerable again because of that bitch. He was so tired of watching you cry.

"What are we going to do now?" Taehyung asked, visibly lost. “We cannot go back to the beach house, someone can come back to try to finish the job and we cannot leave Namjoon alone here. And the girls are too shaken. Becca doesn't understand what's going on and I think we'll end up having to tell her.”

"Not yet." Hoseok said, still keeping his eyes on you that was totally oblivious to his eyes. “Dean sent some guys, they should be arriving at any moment, they are going to make the security of Namjoon and whoever decides to stay here with him as an escort. The rest of us must stay in one place until Jungkook appears or until Namjoon recovers to be able to fight again. She is no longer afraid, so she is attacking us directly. First at the bar, now this.” He snorted.. "There's something wrong about it. She is overconfident, as if she is no longer afraid of being shot by one of us, but she knows that we have courage and if she appears in front of one of us, she will die, so what’s making her so carefree?”

"He didn't shoot her." You said in a choked voice, making everyone's attention turn to you. After taking a deep breath, you took a step back, leaving Taehyung's embrace and turning to the others who stared at you. “Jungkook and I were leaving the room when she showed up. He aimed the gun at the middle of her forehead, but he didn't shoot.”

“Maybe he was worried about you. He never killed anyone in front of him, maybe he was afraid to scare you, you already made it very clear that you don't like him having the cold blood to kill.” Seokjin said, but you shook his head in denial.

"She said she had a reason why he couldn't shoot her, and also said that he knows what is the reason."

"She knows something." Hoseok said frowning. "That bitch knows something about him that we don't, so he knows that if he kills her, someone will tell everyone what she knew."

"Maybe she has evidence to incriminate you, maybe he is afraid she will report you to the police and you will all be arrested." Jimin said, but Taehyung rolled his eyes, huffing.

“Jungkook doesn’t feel fear, asshole. You have no idea of the things I’ve seen him do and in none of them I saw an ounce of fear in his eyes.” He explained. “He once thought (Y/N) had run away, and instead of being afraid that she would tell the police everything she knew about us…”

"He was afraid that she would leave him." Jin completed, remembering exactly the day that it happened, the day after that work in that pub where Taehyung was shot.

And as a general statement, everyone understood what was going on, and everyone looked at you, with exclamation marks hanging over their heads when they found out what Shadow probably knew to Jungkook hesitate in kill her.

"She knows something about you, (Y/N)."

When they returned to the hospital, Jin went to talk to the doctors while the rest sat in the waiting room. Yoongi said the nurses gave Becca a sedative and she would probably sleep for the rest of the night so he would stay with her in one of the rooms. So you, Taehyung, Hoseok and Jimin stayed there, waiting for more news from Namjoon, and preferably, good news.

At one point one of the doctors in charge was talking to you about releasing Suhee's body to IML and you held Hoseok's hand so tightly to not to cry that as soon as you said you would call her parents, and the doctor left, Jung hugged you so tightly that you could hardly breathe or cry.

"We'll get this bitch, (Y/N), I promise." He whispered against your hair as he stroked it. "I won't let her make you suffer anymore."

"What did I do wrong, Hobi?" You asked in a broken voice, hiding your face against his chest. Hoseok was so full of fury, choking on hate. He didn't know who to hate more, Jungkook or Shadow.

“Nothing, little one. You didn't do anything wrong.” And when looking at the entrance door, he saw some familiar faces, the men that Dean had sent to make Namjoon's security. “I need to do something. I won't be long and I won't be leaving the hospital, okay?” And so he kissed you on the forehead before turning to Jimin and waving for him to follow. Arching an eyebrow, the boy stood up and followed Hoseok while you sat next to Taehyung. "Did you bring your badge?" Jung asked and Jimin nodded, taking his badge out of his pocket. "Great. I need you to use this to convince the staff here that Namjoon needs protection, from leaving the operating room to out this hospital.”

"We don't even know if he will ..." And before he finished speaking, Hoseok turned to Jimin at once and pointed his finger right in the middle of his face.

"Do not say that." He said slowly and through his teeth. Jimin raised his hands as a sign of innocence and soon they were walking back towards the reception where Jimin called for the hospital's general director, while Hoseok went towards the men that Jeon's father had sent. Jimin was invited to go to the boardroom which was two floors above.

"Good evening, I'm Martin Fritz. How can I help?" The man said as soon as Jimin entered his office, gesturing to a chair in front of his desk. Jimin accepted and sat down, taking his badge out of his pocket again and showing it to the Director.

“My name is Park Jimin, I work for Little Fox's 34th police department. I'll be straightforward, I don't have much time for idleness, and I will need your complete secrecy about what I will say. Do you agree to maintain confidentiality?” He remained serious as he spoke. Jimin was very good at interrogation, one of the best in the state and that is why he was so acclaimed at the police station where he used to work before taking the drug investigation in Little Fox.

"Yes of course." Martin replied, understanding that the situation was really serious.

"Great. Two people were brought here after they suffered an assassination attempt on the beach a few kilometers from here, these two people are part of a witness protection program. One died on the operating room and the other continues to be operated. I believe it was a planned move by someone who wanted to get rid of them, so I need to keep them safe. I want your permission to put some of my undercover cops to make rounds in the corridors next to the room he will be staying in and also to secure his room.”

“You have my full support, Mr. Park. If you need help from hospital security, just tell me.”

And Jimin nodded, satisfied. He got up and left the room, already taking out his cell phone and calling Hoseok, warning that everything was cleared and that he could put his men to work.

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Kiss it Off Me - Jjk/Pjm - (M)

→ pairing | Jeon Jungkook x Reader , Park Jimin x Reader → genre | high school au!, smut, angst, bad boy jungkook → word count | 7,921 → summary | Jimin is a player on the school baseball team, you are his girl. Jungkook wants you to be his. → warnings | oral sex, Adult content, Violence, alcoholic beverages, low slang words, 

The first time he saw you was when he was walking down the school corridor and he watched a girl in jeans overalls and a ponytail coming down the stairs with two other girls and three guys. You hugged a history book in you arms and laughed at something that one of the girls had said. Jungkook had been studying there since the first year of high school, but he never saw you in any of the school corridors, you probably should be a new student.

The second time was in history class, where you  sat at the first table in the row by the window and for some reason he was unable to take his eyes off you for the rest of the class. In the canteen you sat with the same people who were with you the first time he had seen you, laughing at the jokes that the boys told and he for no apparent reason was jealous of them making you smile.

At the end of class, he saw you waiting for the bus and didn't leave until you boarded it.

The next day, the same thing happened. You were wearing jeans and boots, your hair was still tied up, and you were carrying the same history book when he saw you again, this time he was leaving the library, with one of those boys following you, with his arm around your shoulders. Jungkook felt envy, jealousy, he wanted to be that guy.

The next week, he was even more confused by the way you acted around your friends and when you were away from them. You were like him, you didn't smile and you didn't interact when you were out of your bubble. You were interesting to him, and he had never hesitated to approach someone he found interesting, but this time it was different, he wanted to observe you a little more, wanted to get to know you more, before finally approaching.

"Are you sure you don't want to come with us?" Jimin asked you as soon as they left the cafeteria. It was almost nine o'clock at night and they had just had a dinner with friends. Now they wanted to go to a party at the home of one of their schoolmates, but you would rather go home and watch a movie on Netflix instead of going to get drunk like all teenagers your age did. It had been a few months since you arrived in that city and this would be the first weekend that you would not let them drag you into some mess.

“I do. See you Monday at school." You then waved at them as they got in the car, and took the cell phone out of your jacket pocket to call for a taxi.

Across the street, Jungkook and two of his friends were walking, both with beer bottles in their hands, making fun of each other when he spotted you standing on the sidewalk, with your eyes on your cell phone. You wore a white skirt, sneakers of the same color and a black shirt. You were also wearing a school baseball team jacket and a peach baseball cap, after all, you were hanging out with two of the school team players, so using their stuff was like a law for anyone who was a friend of the team. Something popped inside him and before he could control himself, he was crossing the street towards you while the other two boys looked at each other in confusion, until finally seeing you there. They knew that since you stepped in that school, Jungkook had developed an unexplainable attraction to you.

“Hey” you looked up from your phone screen when you heard a voice. When you looked in the direction that that voice was coming from, you were surprised to see the boy with long black hair, crossing the street and running towards you. You knew who he was, one of the rebellious and socially excluded boys from school, the boy who only hung out with two guys and never spoke in any class. You had already seen him jump over the school walls to skip classes, sometimes you saw him under the bleachers in physical education classes smoking with his friends, you had heard his laugh when he laughed at some student in the hallways, but you never really heard his voice, because you never came closer enough to him to be able to hear him. He wore a black tee, on top of it a long-sleeved checkered shirt in black, White and gray and on top of a black leather jacket. His black pants were baggy and had boots on his feet. Your friends were pretty, Jimin, the boy you kissed sometimes was handsome , but he, no one would ever be as handsome as he was.  "Hi." He said as soon as he approached, stopping in front of you, far enough not to invade your personal space, but close enough to get you drunk on the perfume he wore. And his voice was as stunning as he was. “You are (Y/N), right? We study together."

"Hm, yes." You answered uncertainly, never imagining that he would know who you were. You were silent then, he staring at you and you feeling embarrassed, trying not to look into his eyes that seemed to undress you. Soon you saw the other two boys who were dressed in clothes similar to Jungkook's, who were across the street, whispering something to each other and laughing. When they realized you were looking at them, they waved and you just shook your head in greeting.

"Why are you here alone?" He asked and you turned your attention to him who was looking at you now curious. "Did your baseball team boyfriend and the other two super powerful girls leave you behind?" He asked you through a chuckle. Anyone with the slightest intelligence would understand the irony he was using in those words, and you frowned, biting the corner of your cheek, trying to understand the reason for the irony. Did he have a problem with your friends?

“Actually, I was with them, but they wanted to go to a party and I preferred to stay and call a taxi to go home. And Jimin is not my boyfriend.” And you could have sworn you saw the beginning of a smile appear on his lips before he spoke again.

"Oh yeah? And does he know that?” He taunted, biting his lip before taking a sip from the beer bottle in his hand, without taking his eyes off you. You were never good at reading signs or understanding people, but at that moment he seemed to be flirting with you and just thinking about it, you felt like there were butterflies in your stomach.

"I hope he knows, or he will end up with a broken heart." And you bit your tongue, looking away from him for a moment. Jungkook exhaled and then smile, content with the answer.

"I would let you break my heart if you want to."You couldn't hide the surprise on your face when you heard those words coming out of his mouth, your insides twitched, your body shivered and a silly smile appeared on your lips, forcing you to lower your head, and use your hands to hide your face that was starting to burn. Jungkook smiled like a child when he realized that his line had supposedly worked, and finished drinking his beer, throwing the bottle into a trash can that was not far from where you two were.

“Hey Jungkook.” Taehyung shouted across the street, waving at his friend, making both him and you look at them. "Are you coming or not?" Jungkook just waved at them, asking them to wait a minute before turning his attention back to you who now looked at him with an innocent look that honestly was fucking sexy.

"We're going to my apartment, let's eat junk food, listen to some music and have a few beers. Want to come?" And again you were taken by surprise. First he was shameless flirting with you and now he was asking you out?

"Like a date?"

"Do you want it to be a date?" He questioned again teasingly. You rolled your eyes and laughed. He seemed to be willing to make you blush every second.

"You are not one of those crazy people who try to seduce innocent girls and lead them into a trap where they will be doped and transported to Turkey to be sold as sex slaves, right?" His eyes widened and he jerked back, blinking and looking at you like you were crazy before laughing and shaking his head in denial.

"Unlike my reputation, I am not an animal, at least not with those who don’t desserve it." He replied. "So?"

You took a deep breath. It wasn't every day that one of the most beautiful and mysterious boys you had ever met in life called you out with his friends. In fact, you didn't know anyone who had ever gone out with him and the other two guys and was always curious to know how bad boys acted out of other people's eyes. Ignoring the sermons and curses your friends would address you when they found out you were going home with Jeon Jungkook, you nodded your head in agreement.

"If you buy me a milkshake, I'm in." You shrugged and he smiled, showing his perfectly straight, white teeth, before running towards the diner behind you and returning minutes later with a glass of vanilla milkshake. So the two of you crossed the street, towards the other boys who greeted you and thus proceeded towards the apartment where he lived.You didn't expect them to be so much fun in the way they were showing off.

Nor did you expect him to live alone in an apartment in the suburbs of the city.

“I didn't know you lived alone.” In fact, I know almost nothing about you. You wanted to add, but left the comment only in your mind. As soon as you entered the living room door, already throwing yourself on the sofa that was leaning against the wall under the window facing the street, you observed the place, it didn't seem to be a very big place, the room was combined with the kitchen , were divided by kitchen counter and had only a small corridor that led to three doors and one of them was the bathroom, at the very end of the hallway.

"I share the apartment with Taehyung.” He said walking to the white refrigerator and taking three bottles of beer from there, throwing one for each friend and sitting beside you on the sofa, putting his feet on the coffee table.

"And did your parents accept it?" You asked with a frown and Hoseok, who was sitting in an armchair, not far from you, laughed and took a sip of his drink.

"It was either that or keep coming home after every business trip and finding drunk and drugged teenagers passed out in the corners of the house at six in the morning."

"Yah, you were the one who distributed the drugs at our parties, it's all your fault." Taehyung said laughing, sitting on the floor across the coffee table, and throwing a pillow at Hoseok. “But tell me... (Y/N), what's with the uniform? Does your boyfriend make you use this to mark territory?” He mocked and you looked at him offended.

"He is not my boyfriend." You answered with a frown. “And I am not an object to be marked as someone's property. I just like to wear it because it is warm and the cap is stylish.”

"If you're only wearing this because it's warm, then you should be wearing it." Jungkook said leaving the beer bottle on the coffee table, taking off the leather jacket he was wearing and holding it out to you who looked at him as if asking what he was doing. "Wear that, it's warm and stylish." You laughed and nodded, taking off your jacket and wearing Jungkook's. "Now take this off, it's ridiculous." He took the cap off your head and tossed it in a corner of the room.

“Wah, look at the preppy girl. Now you look like one of us.” Hoseok joked and you glared at him.

"I am not a 'preppy girl'."

“Come on, you are Miss Pristine, we are the drugged punks, and life goes on. Who wants pizza?”

You met a side of them that you didn't really think existed, they were like any boy your age, they were full of life, they were more ironic than normal, and they cursed more than they should, but they seemed to be a lot nicer than the rest of the boys at your school. Jungkook was being incredibly sweet to you, you didn't want to get drunk like they were doing, so he ordered some cans of soda at the same restaurant where they ordered the pizza, so you had something to drink while they talked. Unlike Jimin, he hadn't put his hands on you at any time, and even though he made it crystal clear that he was interested in you, he hadn't made a move against you. He was being very respectful.

You didn't even see the time go by, you had so much fun laughing at the stories and jokes that the boys told you that when you looked at the time on your cell phone, you got scared when you were shocked to realize it was two in the morning. There were messages and missed calls from Jimin and your friends. When you told Jeon you needed to leave, he sighed in defeat and his friends started making fun of him saying that he was in love and that he would probably cry in the bathroom after he took you home.

“You mean really cry or crying with his dick out?” And that was enough to make Hoseok throw himself in the armchair laughing out loud, Taehyung spat his own drink and Jungkook started to laugh, using one hand to hide his face embaressed with your sentence. You were less innocent than they thought.

The way home was filled with laughter and you singing the entire discography of The Neighborhood. When he stopped in front of your house, he turned off the engine and turned the music down. You looked at each other. His eyes alternated between your eyes and your mouth, and he finally had the courage to move his torso towards you, slowly, letting you watch his movements and stop him if you wanted him to stop, but you didn't. You let him approach you and finally touch your lips with his.

You stayed a few seconds like that, your whole body trembling, until finally you pressed your lips against his, and opened your mouth a little, letting his tongue slide against yours.

The first kiss was quiet, you could hear him breathing hard, almost like he wanted to control himself. His hand, which was on your cheek, slid towards the back of your neck, his fingers digging into your hair and pulling it lightly, making you moan between his lips, which triggered something inside him, making him deepen the kiss that was now full of lust and desire.

"You taste so good." He whispered, biting your lip and pulling, before kissing again, taking a hand to your waist, squeezing it, with the intention of pulling you into his lap, but you stopped him, breaking the kiss and moving your face away. He opened his eyes abruptly, bewildered, then his eyes turned away from you in disappointment, his jaw clenched, perhaps feeling guilty. He was obviously going too fast. "Sorry, I..."

"Do you want to come in?" You asked and it truly took you by surprise. His dark eyes lit up with lust and his pants, which were baggy and comfortable, were now causing him discomfort in his private parts. He raised an eyebrow, wondering if he had really heard what you said. "But we can't make any noise, my parents are at home."

"Apparently, I'm will have to gag you." He laughed and attacked your mouth again.

You were still wearing Jungkook's jacket, but you carried Jimin's cap and jacket in your hands. Upon entering your house, you did your best not to make a noise while walking up the stairs, you both took off your shoes, stepping on tiptoe, walking slowly down the hall until you entered your room. You locked the door behind you and left your shoes in the corner of the room. You put your cap on the dresser where you kept your lingerie, on top of some jewelry and some makeup products that you had used to get ready to go out with your friends. You threw Jimin's jacket into the closet, and finally looked at Jungkook who was sitting in your bed, his hands resting on the mattress as he watched you from head to toe.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" He whispered with a frown, as you started to undress, taking off piece by piece, slowly, giving him a show, a show he always dreamed of seeing. And with every piece of clothing you dropped on the floor, he wondered in his mind if that was really true and not one of the erotic dreams he used to have about you.

When you took your hands back, opening your bra and letting it slide from your arms to the floor, Jungkook whispered a curse and moved uncomfortably in place, swallowing hard at the sight of your breasts. When your fingers reached for your red lace panties, he held his breath, watching you slowly push it down, sliding down your legs until you were completely naked. This was paradise for him.

Jeon stood up, he took off his plaid blouse and threw it on the floor before reaching the collar of his black blouse and pulling it up, without ceremony, showing his six pack, making you rub your thighs and bite your lips, getting even more anxious. When he finally brought his fingers to the waistband of his pants, you found yourself walking towards him and holding his hands, making him stop. Jungkook looked at your face, looking for any sign of hesitation or regret, but instead, he found excitement, lust. You knelt in front of him, holding the waistband of his pants and pulling it down, taking his underwear with it, your mouth starting to salivate at the sight of his hard, thick cock.

You held it, listening to a low murmur from Jeon who kept his eyes on you. You squeezed it lightly and moved your hand up and down, massaging him, while he bit his lip, stifling his moans. And when your lips touched the tip, Jungkook blew out of his lungs and watched how you sucked it, how you swallowed it, how you made it wet. He threw his head back with his eyes closed and one of his hands landed on your head, grabbing your hair, moving his hips towards your mouth in tune until he was fucking you throat causing you to choke for a few seconds, completely forgetting that if you made too much noise, your parents could wake up and he would be screwed.

“Fuck, babe. You're driving me crazy. ” He whispered hoarsely, looking down at you again, and the look in your eyes only made him even more hard. "Come here." He called to you with his hands and you stood up. Jungkook placed one hand on your waist and the other on your neck, squeezing lightly as he walked backwards, falling sitting on the bed. He broke the kiss and lay down on the bed, holding your waist and pulling you forward. Soon he had his head between your thighs and his tongue and lips in your pussy, you put your hands back, spreading them on his chest and he moved his hands up your belly until they were holding your breasts, massaging them while squeezing and pulling on your nipples.

The pressure he made with his tongue on you clit, using his lips to pinch it lightly, was making your core tighten and turn. The pleasure was unparalleled with anything else, it was inexplicable. Swallowing your moans, and controlling your muscles that were beginning to want to get out of control, you bit your lip and started to move your hips, grinding your pussy against his mouth. Jeon laughed and increased the speed and pressure of your tongue, which made you roll your eyes and arch your back. It was too much, if you didn't get out of there, your mouth would end up giving you away.

You patted his arm, as a sign for him to let go of your breasts, so you can get off him, but he didn’t obey, because instead of just letting go of your breasts, he dropped his hands up to your thighs, holding you over his mouth. At that moment you lost control of your breathing, panting violently and biting your lips hard, while he stimulated you with his tongue. He found it so sexy when you held your own breasts and threw your head back when you started to come.

"Fuck." You whispered, your body starting to shake when the hot pain reached its peak and you held his hands on your thigh, shaking your head in denial, with your eyes closed tightly, as he continued to overstimulate you. "Please. I can't do it anymore. I'm going to scream." Your voice was cut off and desperate.

When he finally released you, you fell on the bed next to him, curling and placing your face against the sheet, trying to control your spasms. Jeon got out of bed, grabbing his pants, reaching into his pocket and taking out a condom packet.

"Are you alright?" He whispered in your direction and you laughed in agreement. "Do you want to continue?"

"Yes please." You said with sensuality in your voice, and Jeon gasped, tearing the package with his teeth and placing it on his dick. You, on the other hand, watched him from the bed, lying with your back against the mattress. He climbed back onto the bed, and crawled until his hips were between your legs and his hands beside your head.

"Raise your arms, place them next to your head." He ordered and you obeyed. Then he held your hands, intertwining your fingers as he positioned himself and pushed into you. You opened your mouth to moan, but he went faster and kissed you, putting his tongue in your mouth and not letting you make a noise. Jeon started to move slowly, your thighs at his waist. His movements were slow, but deep, they were short but strong, they were intense, and with each thrust you tightened a little more around his cock. "Your pussy is so tight, babe. So soft around my cock." And he lowered his lips to your neck. You moaned as you felt him nibbling at your skin, biting your lips, as he moved slowly over you.

Before Jungkook you never thought you would be able to come while sex was so slow, but as soon as you felt your core tighten, you stuck your face in the curve of his neck. He laughed. He wanted to increase the speed, he wanted to pump hard into you, make you scream, but he couldn't, or your bed would make a lot of noise and in two seconds your father would be running after him with a knife down the street. But just being there, fucking you, feeling your body, listening to your whining and whispers, that was enough to take him to heaven.

"Fuck, I'm going to come." He growled. “Fuck babe.”

"You want to grab a coffee?" It was almost six in the morning when you asked Jeon. He had his arms around his waist and you had your head on his chest. You heard him laugh, his chest swaying with laughter.

“Yeah, why not? We are already awake.”

You spent Sunday together running around the city, and you didn't take out your cell phone for a second to talk to any of your friends, you didn't have time because your hands were always busy touring Jungkook's body just as his hands were on your body.  At one point you found yourself together in the city arcade, doing a Just Dance competition, betting who would be the most embarrassed, and it was obviously you because Jungkook was a wonderful dancer.

At night you said goodbye with a kiss and agreed to meet at school the next day.

You didn't know what to do or how to tell your friends about it.

You were so tired from the weekend that you ended up waking up late, missing your first class at school. After being able to explain to the principal why you were late, using a lie of course, you entered the hallway of your locker seconds before the signal for the break signaling the end of the first period hit and the corridor was filled with students.

"Girl, where were you?" Selina, the brunette, asked, approaching with Ariela, the redhead. You snorted, stuffing your books into the closet, and and slamming the door closed, before turning to your friends.

"I lost the time. I didn't hear my alarm clock.”

"Did something happen?" Ariela asked a concerned face. "You look tense."

“Yeah, and where were you yesterday? We called you all day, Jimin almost had a heart attack wanting to talk to you, but we couldn't talk to you at all.” Selina asked and you swallowed. Should you tell them what happened between you and Jungkook? Would they judge you? Would they fight with you? Would they be mad at you? They were your friends after all, they wouldn't do that, right?

“Hey Miss Pristine.” Someone's voice caught your attention and as you turned towards that voice, you saw Hoseok and Taehyung walking down the hall, both had provocative smiles on their faces and looked at you. Oh boy. "Or should we call you Jeon Jungkook's New Girl?" Jung raised his eyebrow teasingly while Taehyung laughed pointing at the obvious features of surprise on your friends faces.

"See you at lunch." Taehyung said waving in your direction and hitting a high five with Hoseok while both continued to walk with style and calmly, as if they hadn't just dropped a time bomb in your hands. Slowly your friends turned towards you, all waiting for you to explain what had just happened, but even before you opened your mouth to say something the signal for the next class hit and you felt relieved.

"I'll explain later." You said it and practically ran up the stairs to the second floor where your class would take place, praying that you wouldn't clash with Jimin or any of your other friends, afraid that the gossip was already starting to spread. You knew you hadn't done anything wrong, but you still felt guilty. When entering the room, the tension completely left your shoulders when you looked at the back of the room and saw Jungkook sitting on the last desk, his arms resting on the table, he was wearing headphones and his cell phone was on top of his book.

When he felt that someone was looking at him, Jungkook looked up, his face lit up with a smile when he saw you. Something was wrong, why did you feel butterflies in your stomach every time you saw that smile? You composed yourself when you saw that some of the students there were looking strangely in your direction, because you were standing like a dead body right in front of the door, then you walked towards your table, which consequently was next to his.

As you sat down, you looked in his direction and nodded before opening your book. Jeon took off his headphones and placed them on the table before reaching for you and grabbing the bottom of your chair, pulling and dragging you close to him, causing you to widen your eyes and use one of the hands to hold the arm that was pulling you, not wanting to fall off the chair. The other students who were already in the room and those who were entering, looked confused at you as Jeon released the chair and used that same arm to hug you by the shoulders and kiss the corner of you mouth, making you blush.

"You're late. What's it? Did I make you too tired yesterday?” He demanded, whispering close to your ear, and you shivered all over.

"The other students are staring." You whispered and he laughed softly, taking a look around before grabbing your chin and making you look at him, who had a provocative look.

"Are you ashamed of me?"

"No, of course not, but... Look, I still haven't talked to my friends about what happened and not even Jimin..."

"I thought you said he wasn't your boyfriend." He countered, arching an eyebrow, his eyes darkening again and you didn't even notice when you held your breath. "If he is not your boyfriend, why do you have to explain yourself to him?" You opened your mouth to answer it, but the math teacher's voice caught your eye, and you moved your head, looking at the man in his late thirties placing his briefcase on the table in front of the class. "We can talk about this later." Jungkook's voice said and before you could even look at him, he took his hand back to the chair and pushed you back into place.

The class was tense, you had never been so nervous in the presence of someone, but it still wasn't a bad nervous, you didn't feel bad around him, just anxious. But eager for what? You didn't know. Maybe you were anxious to know that you have to talk to your friends about it, or because you didn't know what Jimin's reaction would be. Maybe you wanted to have sex again with Jungkook, or were you just anxious for him to say that what you had was just a joke and that he didn't want you anymore, so maybe you would have less problems, but obviously you would have less fun too. Not that your friends or Jimin were not fun, but with Jungkook was different.

When the bell for the third period rang, Jungkook was one of the first to get up to leave the room, but first he threw a piece of paper on your desk, marching out of the room without looking back. You raised your eyebrow and while you closed your book, you read what was written, unwittingly rubbing your thighs together.

'I can't stop thinking about the night I spent at your house. Every time I remember your cunt tightening around my cock, I get hard and completely crazy with desire. I am looking forward to the next time. '

"I am screwed." You whispered before you banged your head against your book.

In the next period, you were running around the football field in your physical education class. Ariela and Selina were at your side and made no effort to contain the shock on their faces when you finished telling them why you were gone on Sunday and why Jeon's friends were interacting with you.

"Okay, I congratulate you for having sex with one of the hottest guys in the world, but what the fuck did you have in mind to go alone to a place with them?" The brunette scolded you. "They could have drugged you and raped you."

"They are not animals, and if you want to know, I really had fun with them."

"Okay, but what about Jimin?" Ariela asked and you looked at her confused. "When he finds out that you cheated on him, in your bed, in your room, where he hasn't even entered yet, he'll freak out."

“I didn't cheat on Jimin. We're not even dating, it's not like I owe him an explanation.” You shrugged, continuing to run, starting to get upset about that subject. "Why does everyone think I date Jimin?"

“You’re always together, you always wear his baseball team jacket and the cap too. Not to mention that most of the breaks, or studies in the library, he was kissing you in front of everyone. So people figured it out.” Selina explained, stopping running and putting her hands on her knees, tired. So you decided to sit in the stands to get some rest. "But the million-dollar question is, is he good in bed?"

You laughed hiding your face in your hands before you agreed and they started asking for details.

After the bell rang, you went to the women's locker room to shower and change. All the girls finished off quickly and went to the canteen for lunch while you decided to spend some more time enjoying the hot water, since you weren't that hungry.

After finishing the bath, you wrapped the towel around your body and walked towards your locker. You could hear the locker room door being opened and closed soon after. Thinking it was probably just one of the girls, you didn't bother checking, just grabbed your clothes from the closet to get dressed, but you jumped back a few inches when Jungkook came into your view.

He carried a pretentious look and a malicious smile on his devilishly perfect face, and you automatically hugged your own body that was covered with the towel, trying to ignore how tempting he was. He, on the other hand, would never ignore the fact that you were irresistible with just that white towel covering you.

"Someone can catch you here." You said, clearing your throat, trying not to rub your thighs together for the thousandth time that day. He tipped his head slightly before propping himself up in one of the cabinets, without taking his eyes off you.

"Are you worried that they'll caught me in the women's locker room, or are you worried that they'll caught me with you?"

“Both? Either way, we're both going to get in trouble.” You sighed and Jeon smiled. Oh boy, he was up to something.

He pushed himself away from the locker, and started walking towards you, his eyes locked on yours, and with every step closer he was to you, the heavier your breathing became, until he was finally inches from your body, his hands on your face and his mouth brushing against yours.

“So I better make it worthwhile.”

And then he kissed you, a calm and sweet kiss, a deep kiss, making your desire for him intensify. You put your hands on his shoulders, until you were hugging him around the neck, It was so different with him, you felt like you could kiss him until your lips were hurt, you felt like you could, and wanted to kiss him forever.

“Let me make you forget that rich fuckboy.” He whispered, his teeth nibbling on your lip, while his hands went to your hips. You didn't say a word, just nodded. You couldn't resist him and it was still the second day since you started go out with him. You didn't even want to think about how you would be on all fours for him in the next few days. You would fall hard.

"You don't have to make me forget anyone." You had the courage to speak. Jungkook opened his eyes and stared into yours. "I can't stop thinking about you since yesterday."

"I'm glad we feel the same way." He whispered before picking ypu up and carrying you to the back of the locker room, placing you on the floor behind the last row of cabinets. He plucked the towel from your body, throwing it on the floor, before pushing you against the cold iron of one of the doors, making you moan, grabbing your face with one hand while the other tucked itself between your hair. "We don't have much time, so I'll just make you come and later, I'll fuck you, yeah?"

“Okay.”

You swallowed hard when he started to drag his lips across your skin, stopping for a moment on your nipples before licking your belly and finally kneeling in front of you. Jungkook kissed your thigh before placing it on his shoulder. He felt water in his mouth as he looked at how your pussy was already wet for him, and the urge he had to put you on your back and fuck you hard was almost unbearable.

When his lips came in contact with your swollen clit, you had to bite your hand to keep from groaning too loudly and ending up attracting the attention of any student who was passing through the locker room at the time. That was the most stupid and dangerous thing you had ever done. If you were caught, you would both be expelled, probably accused of indecent exposure and arrested, so you could say goodbye to your perfect grades and college. But on the other hand it was the most delicious thing you had ever done. The fear, the danger of being caught only made your lust increase and your libido soar, and Jungkook felt it in you, because you were dripping, twice as wet.

“Please Jungkook.” You whimpered, and he took his mouth off you for just a minute, enough for you to complain quietly, missing the touch of his tongue.

"Talk to me, babe. What do you want?"

"Please make me come." You murmured and if he hadn’t the jacket on, you would see the hairs on his muscular arms stand up with your hoarse, horny voice. At your request, Jungkook sucked your clit again, letting you hold his hair and control the speed at which he did it. His tongue circled your point, while his lips pressed it, sending signals and spasms to your body that became stronger and more intense with every second, until you finally pour into his mouth with a low, long moan, feeling your muscles relax, and if he didn't have his hands on your waist, holding you, you probably would have fallen to the floor, because you felt like your legs were jelly.

Jungkook left the locker room first, but only after making sure that you were okay. You took another quick shower, and got dressed, leaving the room, still feeling your cheeks burning with embarrassment, you had no idea how you were going to face your friends after that.

When you entered the school cafeteria and tried your best to look like everything was normal, but the first thing you saw as you walked towards the table where you used to sit with your friends, was Jungkook's look at you and that made you feel your legs numb.

"Hey Miss Pristine." Taehyung's voice sounded and was followed by him throwing an arm around your shoulders, making you look at him with a smile. "You're going to sit with us today, aren't you?" He didn't even wait for you to agree or decline the proposal and practically dragged you over to the table where the other two were at, pulling out a chair for you right next to Jungkook. He, on the other hand, raised his eyebrow, looking up at you, as if challenging you to something. So you just sat down, making him smile and several students start whispering and asking each other what you, Park Jimin's untouchable girl were doing with those punks. "What do you want to eat? I'm going to get our lunch ... Okay, it doesn't matter, I'm going to bring everyone's Monday special." And so he marched away, making you blink in confusion. Since when was there a 'Monday special' in that canteen?

“You know, (Y/N).” Hoseok's voice caught your attention and your head turned towards him. “You look much better without that damn jacket.”

“Indeed.” Jeon agreed.

"Hm, (Y/N)?" You froze when you heard that voice. You had completely forgotten about Jimin. You saw the eyes of Jeon and Hoseok leave you and look at the one who was practically standing next to you. You cursed yourself mentally before moving your face and raising your head a little and looking at the blond boy who looked totally confused. "What are you doing?"

Jungkook scoffed, letting out a sarcastic laugh and looked at Hoseok. "Apparently, he's blind."

And while his friend was laughing, you turned wide-eyed to Jungkook, and Jimin blinked a few times.

"What did you say?"

"Did I stuttered?" Jungkook questioned, looking back at the blond boy who didn't seem happy with Jeon's petulance. Jimin knowing that starting an argument wasn't going to get him anywhere, so he just rolled his eyes and looked back at you who felt tiny at the time.

"We were waiting for you at our table. Why did you sit here? I didn't know you were friends with these guys."

"She owes you no explanation, man." Jeon's voice said and you could see when a vein in Jimin's neck popped out and he swallowed his saliva before turning around with an angry look at the boy next to you. His eyes were slightly wide, his lips were pressed, and his face was beginning to redden, not a good sign. You had seen Jimin nervous a few times, and every time it was in the games he played in, and it was sincerely terrifying to see him angry. You were always afraid when he was in that state. But what you didn't know is that Jungkook was not afraid and that he could be a thousand times more terrifying. "I mean, you're not even her boyfriend, so." Jungkook teased with a smile and Jimin frowned, slowly placing his clenched fists on the table and bending down to be the same height as the other. It was already beginning to attract the attention of the other students who were watching in silence.

"Who told you that I'm not her boyfriend, asshole?" He asked, slowly. Jungkook leaned forward and propped his arms on the table.

"She did, asshole."

And Jimin's eyes moved towards you like lightning. You didn't know what was hovering over his eyes at the time, but they were empty, and it scared you, scared that maybe you really hurt him.

“We need to talk.” You finally got the courage to speak.

“Please tell me this is not true.” Jimin said after you finished telling everything that had happened between you and Jungkook within two days. You guys were sitting in the bleachers and he was looking at you as if you had just committed the worst crime in history. "How could you do this to me, (Y/N)?"

"What do you mean by that, Jimin? I didn't cheat on you or anything.” You said, as offended as he was. "How was I supposed to guess that you thought we were dating? You never even asked me to date."

"I thought I didn't have to, come on. We already spent most of the time together and I wasn't seeing anyone else but you." He stood up, moving away from you a little, hands on his hips and breathing through his mouth. He felt betrayed, but deep down he knew he was wrong, and that he shouldn't be demanding anything from you, after all it was his mistake to never make his feelings and intentions clear to you.

"Jimin, I'm sorry ..."

"No, it's not your fault." He interrupted you, turning in your direction, seeing how shrunken you were. He knew you well enough to know that you only looked that way if you felt really bad about something. "I just ..." He closed his eyes tightly. "I'm really in love with you, (Y/N)." And so he opened his eyes and looked at you, seeing the shock that his confession had caused you. You didn't really expect that, so your only reaction was to lower your head and face your own hands. And that didn't surprise him at all. He knew from the beginning that you didn't feel the same way, so he had been preparing for rejection for a long time, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt. "But I think you love someone else."

"It’s nothing like that ..." You lifted your head. "I barely know him, okay? It was a moment thing, I don't think I'm liking him or anything."

"But even so, what you felt for him was strong enough for you to take him to your room, (Y/N)." The boy said, hurt, frowning. "We were together for more than 3 months and I never even stepped on the second floor of your home." You lowered your head again, biting your lips, not holding to see the hurt look on his face. Even if you didn't like him the way he wanted to, you still adored him.

Both were silent. There was nothing to be said. It wouldn't do any good for the two of you to start discussing an issue that wouldn't get anywhere, it wouldn't do any good to start fighting with each other, it would only hurt his feelings and yours too.

The boy ran a hand through his hair, tilting his head back, staring at the sky that was previously sunny, starting to get cloudy, just like his heart. Jimin bit his lips a few times thinking if he just left without saying anything else or if he would say anything more.

"Please, give me back my jacket and my cap." He said, making you look again at him who kept his eyes on the sky. "I don’t think we should continue to use couple clothes since we have never been one." His voice came out full of hurt and spite, even though he didn't want to show that that was what he was feeling at that moment.

You opened your mouth to say something, but realized you had nothing to say, so you just mumbled a okay and stood up, turning to leave. walking towards the school entrance, but as soon as you heard something, you stopped walking and turned back, your heart breaking when you saw Jimin sitting down and hugging his head, hiding his face in his arms while crying compulsively. Your reflex was to go to him and hug him, to comfort him, as you had done in the last few months when he was sad about something and wept for it. Jimin was a very sensitive guy, and you loved that side of him. But at that moment you couldn't do that, you had no right to do that, because you were the reason for that cry, you had hurt him.

You then turned your back, your chest aching and wanting to burst into tears for hurting an incredible person like him, feeling like the worst person in the world.

What have you done?