Its Out Yallllll!!!!! ITS OUTTT!!!the Tensionnnnnnnerngvernglewlfjewktjewigefmdsf

its out yallllll!!!!! ITS OUTTT!!! the tensionnnnnnnerngvernglewlfjewktjewigefmdsf

Brushes And Beats chapter 10

pairing: JiminxReader

genre: fluff with a pinch of angst

trope: enemies to lovers

:did you ever kiss your crush?:

y/n's pov

"Jimin, just what are you doing?!" I cried out, my heart pounding in my chest as the car zoomed through the dark streets. "Please, slow down!" I pleaded, my voice tinged with a mix of fear and frustration. Jimin's grip on the steering wheel tightened as he shot me a sideways glance. "Can't hear you Birdy" he sneered, his voice laced with sarcasm and mischief, adding to the tension in the car. "Stop being an idiot Jimin!" I shouted indignantly, my hands gripping the seat tightly in an attempt to steady myself. As the car continued to race through the night, my mind raced with thoughts of what could possibly be going on in Jimin's head.

Was this some sort of twisted game to him?

Was he trying to scare me?

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jimin abruptly slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt. Silence hung in the air, anticipation and uncertainty swirling around us. We sat there for a few moments, the only sound being our heavy breathing as we processed the intensity of the situation.

It's his house

"Why am I here?!" I snapped out, frustration evident in my voice. He turned to face me, eyes dark and intense. "It's time we settle this once and for all," Jimin declared, his voice firm yet tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "You are driving me fucking crazy" he continued, his words laced with passion and frustration. "What?"

I asked, my confusion growing with each passing moment. Jimin let out a frustrated sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. He gets out of the car and walks around to my side, opening the door for me. "I'm leaving" I sneered at him as I stepped out of the car, my anger pulsating through every fiber of my being, but as I stepped out of the car I couldn't feel land beneath my feet, I was on his shoulder like a potato sack, "I didn't bring you here to leave Birdy," Jimin said calmly, his tone now devoid of the earlier sarcasm."LET ME DOWN JIMIN" I protested, wiggling and squirming in his grasp. Despite my attempts to break free, Jimin held me firmly against his shoulder as he made his way to his house. "JIMIN I SAID LE-"

thud

My body hit the soft surface of a couch, causing me to momentarily lose my train of thought. "Shh, Birdy" Jimin whispered, his voice a gentle hush against the chaos raging in my mind. He was on top of me. I looked around, trying to make sense of the situation.

His eyes were droopy and red, his body felt hot...Too Hot.

"I-' he struggled to keep his eyes open. "You-" I could see the exhaustion etched on his face. "You've driven me to the edge, Birdy," Jimin whispered, his voice filled with a mix of emotions. I looked into his tired eyes, a mixture of frustration, desire, and vulnerability.

Just what is happening?

His forehead flops down to rest against mine, and I can feel his warm breath on my lips. My heart races as an unexpected surge of emotions floods through me. Conflicting feelings of attraction and confusion swirl within me as I find myself lost in the depths of Jimin's gaze.

He is hot

He is burning...WAIT he is burning with feverrr, I can't with him

I toss him to the side, I CAN ESCAPEE, I push past the tumult of emotions and focus on my instincts to escape the room but before I reached the door I heard a whimper escaping from Jimin's lips. Sighing I turned back, his body is definitely running at a high temperature. He can barely open his eyes, I wonder how he managed to carry me.

Before I knew he was vomiting profusely, his body trembling with weakness and I was holding a Tupperware bowl to catch the mess rubbing his back in an attempt to soothe him.

I never expected this turn of events. A small chuckle leaves my mouth as I reflect on the absurdity of the situation.

Now where is his bedroom

HE.IS.SO.HEAVY. "Jimin, can you please just walk straight" I pleaded, struggling to guide Jimin towards his bedroom." STRAIGHT JIMIN" His hands slipped from my grasp as he stumbled and swayed, clearly a victim of his own drunkenness. Im sure he drank and now he has a fever

"JIMIN NOOO" I exclaimed as he collapsed to the ground in a fit of drunken laughter.

With a sigh, I brushed stray locks of hair from his flushed face, finding myself surprisingly concerned for this man who was being an asshole to me for a year. Dropping to my knees, I hoisted him up in a sitting position. "Okay, Jimin, c'mon, you drunken feverish idiot," I muttered, half-dragging, half-carrying him toward his bedroom.

As I finally managed to get Jimin into his bed, he clung to my hand, muttering incoherently. The sight was humbling - the pop star, divested of his charm and composure, laying vulnerable, clinging to me, for support. I hesitated, then gently extricated my hand from his grasp, placing it softly on the pillow next to his head.

With a deep breath, I left the room to find a wet washcloth and some water. When I returned, he was asleep, snoring softly. Taking a step towards him, I gingerly placed the washcloth on his forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat. As I watched him in his slumber, I found myself lost in a whirlwind of unexpected emotions. I was meant to loathe this man, not care for him

The night passed in a blur of anxious watchfulness as I checked on him periodically. The dawn broke with soft hues of pink and orange, signaling the end of a turbulent night and the beginning of a day of reckoning.

In the silence of his bedroom, I studied him. His face, usually animated with smiles and laughter, or twisted in irritation whenever we had arguments, was now calm in sleep. His eyelashes, dark and long, cast tiny shadows over his high cheekbones. His ebony hair was tousled, falling onto his forehead, giving him a boyish charm.

I decided to leave before he woke up, I gather my stuff before leaving and place Tylenol with a glass of water on his side table. I opened my phone and got bombarded by texts and calls from Fumi, without much thinking I replied with 'had a nightstand'

I am an idiot

As days went by neither Jimin nor I ever mentioned of that night, but there was a change in him. After that bewildering night, interactions with Jimin had taken an unprecedented turn. It was on one of these particularly frustrating days that his absurdly annoying behavior was irking every nerve in me.

"Y/n," he began one morning, holding out my eyeshadow palette with disapproval etched on his face, "is this the best you could get? I expect better quality."

His criticism hit a nerve. "It's my job, Jimin, not yours," I retorted, snatching the palette away from him.

He shot me an arrogant smirk. "Just helping you get better at your job." His blatantly sarcastic tone was a test of my patience.

His nitpicking over shadows that day turned into daily critiques, peppered with his newfound arrogance. Each time we crossed paths, he'd find something to take issue with.

One day he even had the audacity to lecture me on fashion. "You're wearing that again, Y/n?" he scoffed, eyeing my favorite shirt disparagingly.

"Last time I checked, you weren’t the Fashion Police, Jimin,” I snapped back, but his potent mixture of disdain and amusement was getting to me.

His annoyance crept through every crack of my professional facade, pestering my inner peace. This incessant nitpicking, his maddening arrogance were frustratingly engaging. Why wouldn’t he just let things be?

“Can you stop playing games, Jimin?" I finally erupted one day, "You’ve been a nightmare to work with these past few weeks!"

Jimin just leaned back in his chair, a smug smile dancing on his lips. Clearly, he was enjoying this far too much. I just shook my head, the fury mixed oddly with the inexplicable flutter in my chest.

These new dynamics with Jimin were complex, and maddening. It was a dance where every step felt choreographed to draw out some reaction from me. And as much as I loathed to admit it, it did leave me wondering—just what had changed so drastically for Jimin.

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Y/n's POV

present time,

He. Just. Kissed. Me.

No no no no no no no no no no no no

This can't be happening

Does he actually have feelings for me?

Why

No, he is playing

But he won't kiss me if he was playing

But it was on the cheek

he is playing

But his words "I'm glad you did" says otherwise

But I don't like him!!!!!

or do I?

NO IM JUST ATTRACTED TO HIM JUST LIKE WHAT FUMI HAS TOLD ME

yes just attracted

besides his world is to glamorous and prohibited for someone like me to survive, with all his crazy fangirls and constant scrutiny from the media, It is a nightmare

I still feel his lips, soft and warm

STOP

stop stop stop

I heaved a sigh as I stared at myself in the mirror trying to gather my thoughts

I need to speak with him

I took a deep breath and stepped out of the washroom, the place I was currently hiding. Trying to calm my racing heart and steady my trembling hands, I made my way back to Jimin's dressing room, "We need to talk", I stated firmly, meeting his shocked gaze. "Ever heard of a thing called knocking?" he retroted with a smirk playing on his lips

" This is a no-no" Jimin raises an eyebrow and leans back, clearly amused by my assertiveness. "What is a no-no Birdy? please speak in full sentences"

"The kiss"

"What about it?"

"Why did you kiss me?"

"Because I wanted to"

My stomach twisted into knots as i struggled to comprehend his response. "You are being completely irrational" He stands up from his chair and walks over to me, his gaze intense searching mine. "What games are you playing Jimin," I asked him with a hint of frustration in my voice.

Jimin chuckles softly maintaining eye contact "I'm not playing any games Birdy" His sincerity caught me off guard and I found myself momentarily speechless before I knew I dragged him to the storage room away from prying eyes and curious ears. "Woah Birdy slow down" his voice filled with amusement, I let go of his arm and took a step back regaining composure "Listen-" Just as I began to speak, I heard the door, voices filled the room which once was silent...We can't be seen together...

Panic washed over me as I pulled him into a hidden corner and pressed my finger to his lips, urging him to stay silent. As our bodies pressed against each other in the cramped space, I could feel the rapid thumping of my heart and the electricity between us. "What is your intention of bringing me here, Birdy?" he suddenly whispers, his lips barely brushing against my ear. "My intention," I whispered back, my voice barely audible over the sounds of bustling backstage activities, "is to figure out what this is between us."

I glared at him feeling a strange sensation building n my stomach, I could see one of them approaching the shelf near us in sheer panic I pulled Jimin even closer to conceal ourselves from view. I could feel his breath tickling my face with one of his legs between mine, his hands resting on my waist. This is bad...so bad...

The door shut closed meaning we are alone again, and the tension in the room heightened as we stood so intimately close, our breaths intermingling.

"Let's have a deal Birdy" I raised an eyebrow, uncertain of what he meant by a deal. Jimin's eyes locked onto mine, his expression serious yet playful at the same time.

“I want you to do something for me. I want you to have the cute little Tinder date that you were planning and I want you to kiss him.” My heart skipped a beat at his unexpected request, confusion mixing with intrigue in my mind. "What why?" Jimin leaned in even closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "Because," he said, his voice seductive and filled with mischief. "Because I want to see if you feel the same fireworks with him as you do with me. We won't fight and work as good work colleges till you have your date"

I felt a daze as I tried to comprehend the gravity of Jimin's proposition. "And if you do feel the same fireworks with him then I'll leave you alone"

"And if I don't?"

"Then, You are mine Birdy"

I don't know what was going on with me at that moment because all logic and reason seemed to fly out the window. I took Park Jimin by his collar and pulled him crashing our lips together. His teeth catch my bottom lip in a faint bite, I pulled away in shock and check for the damage I caused.

"I-"

"Shut up"

He leans in again and begins to move his mouth against mine, for a few seconds I’m frozen solid. It seems I’ve forgotten how to kiss, "stop thinking birdy" he whispered against my lips with urgency and desire etched in his voice as he hoisted me up with a hand on the back of my thigh with my legs around his waist. From this tiny loss of his mouth I growl in outraged frustration, his lips curve against mine as he sets me back down on my feet. My head spinning from the intensity of the moment

"See you around, Birdy" and he took his leave.

to be continued...

chapter 09

not a turn on but

Forehead kisses WDKJQWHJFQFKH make my heart go *bang bang*

kisses on the palm (i feel this is like so so so so underrated AND under-appreciated like if someone i like love takes my palms to their cheeks and yk gives this little kiss-ie to my palm....I'LL GO FERAL LIKE I'LL MARRY THEM THAT INSTANT and im not kidding)

holding you waist!!!??!!??!?!! AHHHHHHHHHHH (btw waist-holder namjoon enthusiast)

staring with heart eyes (do i have to spell this out -_-)

what’s a non sexual thing that’s an ultimate instant turn on for you?

if its yoong, count me in :')

i have a new yoongi fic i’m working on 👁️

here’s a lil glimpse on the aesthetic 🧎‍♀️;

fuckboy!yoongi x reader | college au.

— a teaser will be coming soon for u all i promise🧘‍♀️

if u have any questions about the fic, don’t be shy & send me an ask !! 💌

mam please add me in taglist if you have one :') thankyou.

d e v o t i o n — j j k · i n d e x (coming soon)

summary. your husband, could actually bring the moon to you if you asked him to, for he was so hopelessly in love with you. but that's his problem.

and it's not at all a surprise to see him actually try to bring the moon to you, seven days a week, every night to you. and maybe you love it silently as much, because your problem is, you love him back, just as much.

pairing. jungkook x female reader.

genre. baby angst, fluff, romance, smut, mini series 🤭

warnings. i love him way too much to say anything bad but he's a fucking simp for her..so is she, but she won't admit it. *coughs in queer* and i’m a simp for both. anyway. let's get it.

est. rel, smut in each part with baby angst and humour

main masterlist | taglist

p a r t s :

—i must be favoured to know ya : coming soon

jungkook doesn't need to tell you that he's lucky to have you, because for him, actions speak louder than words.

—deeper than the ocean : coming soon

—every minute, every hour : coming soon

—i’ll be lovin’ you right : coming soon

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

'Exes to Lovers' prompts aaaah :

(feel free to use | also YALL GOTTA WRITE AND TAG ME. 8, 15, 19???? 20 and 25TH AHHHHH.)

glancing when the other isn't looking

not being able to hold their eye.

walking into them after years or months and realising, nothing has changed.

"wanna.. meet up for uhm some coffee later this week?"

realising how much you admire each other

getting too close to one another and fumbling away.

being pushed onto them in a crowd. and they're as warm as they were. AHHH

a brush of their fingers over yours. that small glance.

them shielding you from the crowd in an elevator (kdrama vibes aaah)

doing something you both used to do together. (like dancing, karaoke, baking, movie nights, getting coffee together etc)

laughing comes so easily with them. them knowing how to make u feel at ease >>>>

wondering if another step is taken it'll end up the way it was--broken.

"I've.. always missed you."

being so close to kissing. but saying, "I'm sorry." while still leaning in. "im so so sorry, i can't do this-" and then leaving.

"am i reading this wrong? if I'm.. push me away." WHILE BEING SO CLOSE, NOSES TOUCHING, eyes all over your LIPS AND SHI. AHHH.

"i don't want to lose you again, [name]. it hurt too much the first time and i was a coward for letting you go like that."

holding hands. trying to let go, but they gently squeeze it tighter.

falling back in love with how it feels to be around them first before u fall in ♡ w them.

"how can i ask you to stay tonight?" as a whisper, as a silent plead, or as a clingy tug.

"don't leave me alone." "i won't, love. not this time. never again."

the yearning gazes, lying near each other. just looking into each other's eyes.

"I've missed," they say pulling you closer, "everything about you."

"i didn't know how i feel yet. for you. for.. this."

^ "but..?" "but I'd like to listen to my heart. that's asking me to stay..."

kissing while crying?? just. gasping for more, fitting right between their arms and loving it???? ahhhh :'((

i just wanna say how grateful i am to find you through this series. i've been reading this since the very first chapter and this series never (I SAY NEVER) disappoints. the amount of love i hold for 'love signs' is ........i just cant put it in words :').

norcula, just know that this series has the power of turning by worst days to the best. i lost the count since i re-read almost all of the ep/chapters! I JUST LOVE THIS SO SO SO SO SO MUCH!

love signs XXI (min yoongi)

genre/rating/warnings: pg, fluff, established relationship, MIN YOONGI BEING HUSBAND MATERIAL (I WARNED YOU GUYS)

A/N: listen I was ~giggling, crying, twirling, kicking my feet up~ while writing cause it's so damn cute and if he did this for me, I would expire on the spot. This is for all my English as a Second Language girlies.

taglist: @yoonaasa (thank you for always encouraging me) @pamzn @fringe-frank @ahewlett (let me know if you wanna be tagged)(image credit to owner)

masterlist/love signs masterlist/next

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The door beeps and unlocks as you press the code in. Taking off your shoes, you step in and walk towards the bedroom, where you see Yoongi lying down.

He must be tired.

After two months of non-stop touring, you couldn't be surprised.

Still, it was good to have him back home.

You freshened up slowly, excited that it was finally Friday which meant no work, no emails, no responsibilities for two whole days. All you had to focus on was Yoongi.

He was wearing a sleeping mask when you walked in,

"Baby, you asleep?"

"No. Just letting this machine do its thing."

"Oh. What's it feel like?"

"It's just warm. Helps the eyes relax. Try it once I'm done."

"Sure." You say, plopping down next to him in bed and immediately being poked in the ribs by his phone.

"Shit, that thing hurts."

"Samsung does make bricks, doesn't it? Are you okay?"

He asks, pawing at you still blindfolded. You nod and realize he can't see you. Suddenly, you hear your language pop up from the screen.

"Is this mine? Why is it....."

Yoongi laid his arms over his stomach, like he was trying to comfort himself.

"I.....uh......it was meant to be....a surprise."

"A surprise? You got me a new phone?"

"No. Uh......I'm learning your language."

What?

"I'm still terrible at it."

"Come on, let's hear it."

"I can only say "how are you?"

"Okay. Tell me. I wanna hear it."

He clears his throat, nerves getting the best of him. He really doesn't wanna fuck it up. When he says the words, you chuckle at his pronounciation. It's off, obviously. It was foreign to him. The M sounds B because that's how Koreans say it. The Ch sounds like Sh. It's a mess.

But it was just the prospect of this happening that made you laugh. You couldn't have imagined it in a million years. He had no reason to learn it. He didn't work in your country. And it wasn't a language spoken that widely like Arabic or Spanish.

Your laugh made his heart sting a bit. He knew he wasn't good. But he was trying his best.

"I know.....I'm not....."

You could tell you'd hurt his feelings. Even without seeing his eyes, his chin quivered, his lips pouted. You leaned forward and kissed him.

"Oh sweetie, no, I'm not laughing at you. I just.....think it's ridiculous you're learning a language that's completely useless to you."

"What?"

"Yeah, I mean....I'm not going back home. I have a life here. All our friends are Korean or foreigners, who would you even...."

Yoongi sat up, took the mask off. His eyes looked relaxed. You brushed your thumb over the corner, feeling the heat.

"You, silly. I would speak to you. You live a whole life in a language I can't understand. I want to be a part of that life too."

Shit.

He really was the worst.

How could you ever deserve him?

You sat up and leaned forward, attacking him in a bear hug. That was it. By the way your arms tightened around him, he knew you loved it. And him.

Even without words, Yoongi knew how much you loved him.

When you finally parted from each other, he brushed a lone strand of hair away from your face.

"I'll get better. You'll see."

"I'll teach you all the curses."

"Of course you will, baby."