Not A Turn On But

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?

first of all...man is falling hard hehheeh AND THE GIF!!!!bkhefbekgf ( TT w TT )

SLAYED!

Latibule IV

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (Mafia/Detective AU)

Summary: In which you didn’t know who he truly was- until it was too late. Or in which he found heaven in you.

Warnings: Secret Identity, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: tysm for the overwhelming support you give to this story!! Ily all 💕

Masterlist, Latibule III

“You’re a veterinarian?” he asked in apparent disgust, his hand covering his mouth. He was looking at you with betrayal in his eyes as though you did the most heinous thing to him.

Seriously, a veterinarian? A veterinarian saved him? All along he thought you were a someone from a medical field. A human medical field.

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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

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)

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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."

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Brushes And Beats chapter:01

pairing: JiminxReader

genre: fluff with a pinch of angst

trope: enemies to lovers

:That awkward moment when your nemesis tell you something that is right for you but you are too proud to take their advice:

In the glamorous world of music and entertainment, unexpected romances often take center stage. Behind the scenes, amidst the dazzling lights and flamboyant costumes, all kinds of story unfolds and I get to witness it all as a makeup artist. Every day, I had the privilege of working closely with some of the biggest stars in the industry. With my brushes in hand and an eye for detail, I would transform their faces into works of art, enhancing their natural beauty and showcasing their unique personalities on the stage and screen.

One particular pop star caught my attention from the start - a charismatic and talented individual who commanded the stage with his powerful voice and captivating performances. Little did I know that this pop star would become more than just a client, but also my nemesis. His name, Park Jimin - a renowned artist known for his remarkable talent and uncompromising attitude.

As a makeup artist, my job was to make him look flawless and ready to face the world. I pushed aside any personal feelings I had about Park and focused solely on my work, determined to provide him with the best makeup artistry possible. BUT BOY WAS HE ANNOYING with his diva-like demands and perfectionist tendencies! "It needs to be closely matched with the stage lighting and my costume," he would insist, nitpicking every small detail. Though I was fuming on the inside, I maintained my professional demeanor and ensured that his makeup was always on point.

"Oh the great Park Jimin" Fumi my work bestie passes the coffee to me as we take a break from the chaos backstage. I chuckled, knowing she shared my frustrations with the demanding pop star. "Tell me about it! It's like he expects me to read his mind and anticipate every little thing he wants". "But you know what they say, there's a thin line between love and hate," she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

I couldn't help but scoff at her suggestion. "He's my nemesis, Fumi! How could I possibly fall in love with someone who constantly challenges and tests my patience?" I dismissed her words, choosing to believe that our relationship would remain strictly professional.

"COSTUME CHANGE!!" I rushed back to my station, readying myself for another round of makeup touch-ups. As Jimin sat in my chair, I couldn't help but notice a subtle change in his demeanor. His usually confident expression seemed slightly softer, and there was a glimmer of vulnerability in his eyes.

Did something happen? I thought as I delicately applied his foundation. Jimin stayed unusually quiet, his gaze focused on his reflection. His quietness was uncharacteristic. Usually, he would use this time to critique the makeup or give his input - it wasn't often that he was so subdued. But today, he was different, quieter, watching my every move with seemingly genuine curiosity. I found my hands shaking slightly as I brushed blush across his high cheekbones, my nerves suddenly getting the best of me and then I saw his smirk with his right eyebrow cocked up. Bastard

"I don't know, don't you think the competition's makeup artists do it better? No offense, of course. You still do a passable job." oooh his tone was a mix of nonchalance and veiled provocation, I wont let him get under my skin. "Interesting, given how perfect your performances always are, I would think you'd notice that my makeup artistry is always uniquely suited to enhancing that. But if you'd prefer a 'passable' job, I'm sure the competition would be glad to have you as their canvas." keep calm...keep calm..."Oh, don't get me wrong. I know a great talent when I see one. After all, I work with the best around, don't I?" IS HE MOCKING ME?!

After a tense moment of silence, I finally snap back at him, fueling the argument with a retort, "Best around, hm? Yet you're always complaining, aren't you? I wonder if being the best includes never being satisfied." Hints of frustration tinge my usually calm voice.

Jimin retorts, "And I wonder if being a makeup artist means disregarding the client's demands. I expect perfection because that's what I give onstage." I was about to snap back when the director of the shoot came back with an excited look "are we done?" I smiled and took a step back "yes, we are". Jimin stands up smoothening his clothes and intentionaly bumping my shoulder as he sneekily winks at me "see you around birdy" . Asshole.

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Clubbing with Fumi was the best decision i made today, as its a friday night the club is already jam packed. We decided to sit at the bar and order drinks my mind couldn't help but go to the look on Jimin's face today he seemed kinda off. "Earth to Y/n" I realized I was in a daze "I've been calling you for 15mins, what were you thinking?" I shook my head and smiled at her "Nothing really" I laughed while she gave me a side eye "Anyways...Ugh I already feel tired, they said they might be a new face in the company and you know what that means MORE TOURS WHICH LEADS TO MORE FATIGUE AAAAA GOD WHY DID I CHOOSE THIS LINE OF WORK" hearing that reminded me of all kinds tiredness I felt when the artists go on tours and god forbid you are required to go with them but it isn't that bad if you think about it, you get to see new places and make fun memories.

"HEY WANNA DANCE?" Fumi chirped excitedly as she dragged me to the dance floor. "I want to get wasted tonight" Oooohh nooOoooh bad idea "You know we don't have a ride home" I chuckled reminding her we need to stay concious.

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"Ugh i missed you bed" A sigh escapes my lips well it was a long day of work plus with all the clubbing my brain wasn't braining, my head shifted to the right as i heard a Quack sound, Ugh i know that sound all too well, it was a specific ring set for a specific person, "What does he want now?" i muttered under my breath as I picked up my phone to see the message "Hey birdy", I squint my eyes at the text "What?" I replied back. "a bit rude, do I perhaps need to remind you what happened 6 years ago" I crunch my face in annoyance "I apologized to you at least a 1000 times already" 

 Jimin replied "AND THE PICTURE STILL CIRCULATES ONLINE" i couldnt help but crack a smile at his reference serves him right  I thought to myself "Look I was still new and was still learning" I put down my phone but it buzzes again "Anyways do you have the reference of my outfit yet?" I sighed "not yet, Zara told me take it from the dry cleaners, I'll do it tomorrow" as i continued to type "So you are an errand girl now?" WHAT THE- "Isn't it her resposibility to send it to you" i sighed in fraustration "I don’t want to continue this conversation."

"I’m giving you some good advice here, you should take it. Stop picking up Zara’s dry cleaning—it’s not your job." I roll my eyes at the text, I DO NOT WANT TO ADMIT THAT HE IS RIGHT "Heard you went to a club, not sure if u managed to entice someone with your flirting skills birdy" wtf what does he think he is doing "That’s what people say about you."  The unfortunate retort falls out of my mouth. 

I try to rewind time. It doesn’t work. "Is that what you think you and I do? Flirt?" I couldn't help but say "Aren't you supposed to be the God of Flirting, thats what your fans call you" I cringe at my text maybe I shouldnt have said that "Birdy, if we were flirting, you’d know about it." I felt a weird drop inside, I smile at Jimin's response and feel a mix of relief and curiosity.

 "Oh, really? So you're saying there's nothing going on between us?" I respond playfully, unable to resist teasing him back. Despite our history and the tension that sometimes arises between us, there's always been an undeniable chemistry. But lately, I've been questioning whether it's just playful banter or something more. Not lettiing him say anything I quickly bid him goodnight with my heart thumping in my chest.

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Monday came, I have a feeling it will be a nice dayy, my gut never lies.

"hey birdy"

"Birdyyyy"

" Birdy birdyyyy"

"No it doesn't match, I see your skills are going down"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HE IS BEING SUCH A PAIN IN THE ASS TODAY It seemed like he was determined to annoy me today. And then he added salt to the wound by criticizing my skills. I took a deep breath and reminded myself to keep calm and maintain proffesinalism, I look at the mirror and see him flashing me a mischievious grin, knowing it will rile me up and it did "Jimin, can we please focus on the task at hand? We both have work to do here." I respond calmly, trying my best to maintain my composure. Deep down, though, his teasing still gets under my skin. As the day goes on, I try to avoid engaging with him further. I focus on my tasks and give them my full attention. But every now and then, he finds a way to playfully disrupt my concentration. It's frustrating but also strangely exhilarating.

Finally its time to pack up and head home as I gather my things and prepare to leave the devil shows up with a smirk? "Ready to call it a day?" I dont have a good feeling about this as i can sense that he has something up his sleeves

I raise an eyebrow at himand playfully reply "Oh, are you trying to charm me into staying longer" he chuckels and replies "Maybe I am" my breath hitched for a moment "Well...not working, guess your charms are fading not a good look for a pop-start"

I smirk back, not willing to let him have the upper hand. "Goodbye Mr. Park" I swiftly turn around and make my way out, I stick out my hand in my back pocket for my phone but it's nowhere, "shit " I LEFT IT IN THE MAKE UP ROOM a sense of annoyance washed over me. It seemed like just another opportunity for Jimin to capitalize on my forgetfulness and tease me further. 

Taking a deep breath, I reminded myself to stay calm and not let his actions get to me. I walked back towards the makeup room, he was still there, leaning against the wall by the mirror, I tried not to pay attention to him and scaned the room "Looking for this birdy?" I looked at him wiggling my phone in his hand, I took a deep breath and stuck out my hand "phone"

"Give me my phone back, Jimin," I said firmly, trying to maintain my composure despite the frustration building up inside me. He continued to dangle it in front of me with a smug smirk on his face.

"Why so serious, Y/N? Can't you take a little joke?" he teased, enjoying every moment of this power play. I took another deep breath and looked him directly in the eye "You know, i was thinking about last night" I took a step forward while he takes one back. Thats it y/n corner him

"well you know wondering what will it be like, you know...flirting with you" His back against the wall while my right hand was on his side by his arm "Well I think i'll be traumatized" I said twirling my hair "Let me tell you what will happen" I could feel his hand on my waist "You'll be thinking about it later on, lying in bed." 

"Been thinking of my bed, have you?" I manage to reply. He blinks, a new rare expression spreading across his face. I want to slap it off. It looks like he knows something I don’t. It’s smug  and I hate it. "Jimin, your expression"

He is distracted. "What about it?" Seizing the opportunity I snatch my phone from his clutches "Its filthy"  and run away. HAH...dreaming about him NEVER though he looked kinda...hot.

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