Devil's Playthings | Myg

devil's playthings | myg

⤅ SUMMARY | Yoongi has been widowed for over 2 years now—long past the time of mourning—and has made no move to remarry. Despite all the eligible maidens trying to catch the rugged duke’s eye, he’s stayed stubbornly idle in his search for a wife. For a man at court, especially at Yoongi’s standing, remarrying was essential and highly expected; even though the man had heirs and his lineage was assured, a wife was a political move, and a highly coveted one. None of this slipped the young princess’ mind, her sharp eyes on the much older man. But Yoongi should be careful—“for Satan finds some mischief still for idle hands to do.”

⤅ RATE | 18+

⤅ PAIRING | (dilf)duke!yoongi × princess!reader

⤅ GENRE | royalty au, magic au, forbidden relationship

⤅ SIN | sloth (for the ✥ 7 Deadly Sins collab ✥)

⤅ WARNINGS | age gap, use of sex pollen, mentions of m!masturbation, dirty talk, slight (slight) degradation, marking, spitting, titty fuck, facial, deep throat, oral both!receiving, sixty nine, fingering, unprotected penetrative sex, choking, breeding kink/breeding, spanking, squirting, hair pulling, clit slapping, cervix contact, overstimulation

⤅ WC | 9.3k

⤅ A/N | whoo it's finally here!! No one clown me for making even a royalty au a dilf fic 🤡 I also want to shout out @sunshinekims and @kithtaehyung for lending me their lovely names for this fic <3 and of course @sugasbabiie , who’s enthusiasm fueled me from the start <3 hope you guys enjoy! +

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title: what happened in neverland (m) pairing: mermaid!hoseok x pirate!reader(f) rating: 18+ genre: angst, smut ; pwp, enemies to lovers summary: you hate him. he’s your enemy. that’s just how it’s always been. so how the hell did you end up here? warnings: smut, knife “play,” bondage, rope binds, hate sex, cursing, fingering, cunnilingus, penetration, unprotected sex, choking, pussy slapping, spanking, breast play notes: it’s been a suuuuper long time coming, but here’s my contribution to the wonderful @kimtaehyunq​’s mermaid collab! if you haven’t dove into the last splash yet, please do! word count: 4.3k

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What wakes you is not the smell of seawater lapping cave walls, nor the faraway shouts of your crew as they engage in an endless battle offshore. It isn’t even the sharp stings and warmth you feel around your wrists. 

No. 

It’s simply the cool touch of a blade pressing into the soft flesh of your neck. 

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Love Again | PJM (One)

Summary: A friend of yours is eager to introduce you to her new man but what happens when Park Jimin, the man who broke your heart 5 years ago walks in through the door?

Pairing: Jimin x Female reader

Genre: exes au, exes to ???, fluff, angst, smut

Word Count: 9k

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, mentions of depression, mentions of sex, uhhh I think that’s it.

Notes: A new story! I hope you guys are able to give it a chance. It will have quite a bit of angst but mostly it will be very fun and messy. It won’t be a very long series but I think for those who will read it will like it! (here’s hoping) Send an ask if you want to be added to a tag list or just want to chat:)

Tag list: @yoongimentita7 @aajames217

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Jimin’s eyes drag around the place—the stage is covered in squeaky dark wood and obvious layers of dust. He closes his eyes and lets a long sigh leave his mouth as he tries to collect himself. He really can’t believe he is here again…not just this theatre…but this city. A voice suddenly speaks up and Jimin is shooting his eyes open, his hardened gaze falling onto Mr. Smith, the man he just auditioned for just a week prior.

“Oh, don’t look so unimpressed, Jimin.” The older man quietly chuckles, walking closer. “I know you may have gotten used to something of a different standard…but…well, this is what we’ve got.”

“It’s been five years and you still haven’t replaced these drapes?” Jimin points at the dark red curtains that look past their expiration date.

“With our budget?” The old man raises a brow, “You’re lucky you are even getting paid at this point.”

Jimin rolls his head back, his eyes closing again as he groans—not caring how obvious he is making it that he is less than happy to be here. Mr. Smith takes a moment to watch Jimin…the first thing he has noticed is the change in hair color since the last time he saw him—five years ago—he was a dark haired man back then but now is sporting a soft blonde.

“Jimin…” Mr. Smith says his name with a careful, tender tone. His hand reaches forward, gripping Jimin’s shoulder. This earns him a curious look from Jimin, his eyes opening and his head tilting towards the shorter man.

“I don’t know what happened in New York…” Mr. Smith takes a pause to think on his next words, “Well, it doesn’t matter.” He decides to grin genuinely, squeezing Jimin. “You’re back and I know with you taking the lead in these productions again we are sure to sell out!”

The second thing he has noticed in Jimin is his change in personality. He understands five years is enough time for a person to change or grow or whatever, but Jimin has changed in a way that makes Mr. Smith question if this is even the same guy. He doesn’t know what occurred in New York that completely wiped the smile off Jimin’s face but whatever happened did two things. One, it hardened the poor boy, Mr. Smith thinks. And two, it made him an even more incredible performer.

Last week he auditioned for the role of Peter Pan, the male lead in the upcoming production. But he paired it with an intense and emotional dance piece that left Mr. Smith speechless. Clearly his work and time in New York really perfected his performance abilities—but the raw emotion and utterly devastating expressions he showed were enough for Mr. Smith to see the change in Jimin. Enough to see he is no longer the fun, mischievous, charismatic and dare he say flirty boy.

“Are you nearby?” Mr. Smith asks, referring to Jimin’s living situation.

“Literally down the street…” Jimin groans again, “The only place I can really afford with the paychecks I will be getting.”

“You know you used to not mind the pay here?” Mr. Smith’s cheery laughter only makes Jimin roll his eyes.

“Yeah, well back then I was used to being a broke college student. Only needed money for cheap food from the convenience store.”

“Don’t forget for the times you begged me for a little extra so you could take your girlfriend on those dates you insisted on…oh, what was her name?” Mr. Smith glances up at the various lights on the ceiling as he thought about it. Jimin slowly turns his head towards Mr. Smith…his body tensing unknowingly as he waits for him to figure it out. The name he was looking for. Your name.

“Ah…y/n!”

Jimin only tensed more…his body reacting to the sound of your name faster than his mind. His brain finally starts processing the word that slipped out of Mr. Smith’s mouth…a word—a name—he hasn’t heard in years.

“Did you two stay in contact when you left for New York? You were awfully close.” Mr. Smith innocently reminds Jimin of the past, “You two really brought out such fun sides in one another.”

Jimin doesn’t like how his insides feel at the mention of you…he stares at Mr. Smith without blinking, his gaze remaining the same as before—empty eyes, Mr. Smith thinks.

“No.” Jimin says almost under his breath, “No.” he says more clearly now, his voice sounding a little strained. “We didn’t.”

“Ah, well that’s too bad.” Mr. Smith’s eyes find the floor as he nods his head, thoughts of how life is. It’s not too surprising that a couple parts way under those circumstances but it really is too bad, he thinks.

“Well. I guess I will see you for rehearsals tomorrow.” Mr. Smith offers Jimin a smile and a pat on the shoulder before leaving him to observe the stage.

Jimin watches as Mr. Smith makes his way out of the auditorium…when the man was finally out of the room, Jimin turned his head back towards the stage and felt the heaviness he has grown all too familiar with come back to haunt him.

This theatre. This city. The place he left five years ago to pursue his dreams in New York. He never saw himself coming back here…he never saw himself go through life backwards yet here he is. From leading some of the most popular and loved Broadway productions to here—his city’s local theatre. He lets out a pathetic puff of air, he almost wants to laugh. But how could he? He doesn’t even remember the last time he laughed.

Jimin takes one last look at the stage that creaks with every step and accepts his situation. It’s not like he would be wanted anywhere else…the reputation of him being someone who was fired from Broadway…well, it doesn’t look good. Although, they used the term ‘let go’ everyone in this world has heard enough rumors of his behavior that led to such thing. Fucking assholes, he thinks.

He has only been back here—his hometown—for maybe 5 months now. Crashing at his parents as he wallowed in his sad, depressing life. But his parents constantly eyed him with pity, constantly reminding him why he should be as depressed as he is. So, he waited for a new production to be announced at the theatre and surprised Mr. Smith with an audition. He landed the role without much thought on Mr. Smith’s part, the old man just happy to see Jimin’s familiar face.

He took what he had in his savings and started renting out an apartment in an old, dingy building a block away. He just needs to move forward with his life the best way he can…performing. In those moments when he is in character, he only has their problems. He doesn’t have to be Jimin. He can pretend for a while.

Eventually he got into his new routine…weeks pass and every day is more or less the same. He comes to work for rehearsals and stays for hours even after they are done…he connects to a speaker and puts on one of his dance playlists and works himself into exhaustion. His expression remains the same as the days go on…his empty eyes never making eye contact with one of his costars for more than two seconds.

Jimin refuses his costars when they invite him out, he never smiles for them or has conversations. In fact, most of the words he says to others are just his lines as his character. He is lonely and he wants to stay that way. Because truly at this point nothing actually brings him joy. He lost everything that meant something to him.

“You know,” A voice cuts in. Jimin recognizes it immediately, already rolling his eyes, keeping his back to the owner.

“If you keep practicing like this you will become so amazing that everyone else is going to look like amateurs and well, that just wouldn’t be fair.”

Jimin quietly huffs out before spinning in his spot to face the owner of the voice.

“What do you need, Lucy?” He looks at her, clearly tired from the looks of it.

“Well, hello to you too. I am doing fine thank you—”

“Come on,” he rubs his temple, “What’s up?”

Lucy playfully rolls her eyes, a sign she isn’t actually offended by Jimin…unlike many others.

“I finished your costume.” She grins proudly, her hands reaching out to stuff the material in his own hands. “Try it on for me so I can make sure everything is perfect.”

“Oh?” He looks down at the green costume, “I’m sure it’s fine. I can try it on later, I really want to finish up what I was doing.”

“Oh, sure, sure.” Lucy gestures towards him, urging him to continue. “Be my guest.”

“Alone.” Jimin narrows his eyes at her and uses his hand to shoo her away but Lucy just stands here, a goofy grin on her face.

“Actually I have been watching you—well, your dance moves. And honestly, I think I have it pretty much nailed.”

Well, it makes sense, Jimin thinks. Lucy has lingered for weeks now, always bugging him with gossip or some lame joke that she insists is ‘hilarious’. She is the head of costumes, her fashion design degree allowing her to hold down a job—somewhat—in the field. Does she wish she was creating for runway models? Sure. But theatre can be fun…even if she was one of those people in high school who made fun of theatre kids.

“Yeah, I bet you have a real talent.” Jimin brushes past her, squatting down to the floor as he adjusts the volume on the speaker.

“Oh definitely.” She agrees right away, “Would you like to see?”

“Lucy—”

“Oh, come on! What if I want to audition for the next production? I could be a really cute side character with amazing moves, you know, the type of character the audience falls in love with and totally wish that I had more lines—”

“Okay.” Jimin stands, his tired expression only hardening. “Go for it.”

“Okay, let me get in the zone.” Lucy channels her inner Sharpay from High School Musical as she does some warm up exercises. She was hoping Jimin would laugh even a little at her attempt to mimic the character perfectly. She rolls her eyes with the slump of her shoulders before saying fuck it and giving her best shot at a dance routine.

And it is horrible. Truly the worst thing Jimin has ever seen. Her clumsy feet, her awkward shimmying shoulders and her incredible talent for being off beat. But she is dedicated and nothing amuses Jimin more. For the first time that she has ever seen it, the corner of Jimin’s lips lift and finally, the sound of Jimin’s laughter is filling the auditorium.

Lucy’s eyes go wide, her genuine shock written all over her face before she breaks into the most heartwarming grin.

“You laughed.” She says softly, almost proud.

Jimin’s laughter starts to ease as he composes himself but the atrocious image of her dancing is still in his head and he can’t help but smile.

“Yeah.” He agrees kind of quietly, “I guess I did.”

In that moment, Jimin felt his body relax for the first time in ages. He stares at Lucy, processing how good it feels to have a smile on his face. He doesn’t want to feel guilty for smiling and for the first time, he doesn’t. For the first time in so long someone has been able to make Jimin laugh…he doesn’t know what can come out of this but maybe this is what he needs. A distraction.

“Would you,” Jimin clears his throat. “Would you like to get some dinner with me?”

3 Months later

“Really riveting stuff.” Your monotone voice, clearly unenthused, doesn’t go noticed by your date for the night.

“Oh I know!” his wide smile almost makes you want to get up and leave. “That’s the thing though, women really just—”

“Oh, yes. Please tell me how women are.” You tilt your head and offer one of your sweeter smiles. “Since you are the expert.” You blink at him repeatedly, hoping he gets the hint.

“Of course” he agrees quickly making you drop your knife to the plate while shaking your head. “Women who think they need to orgasm every time are actually—”

And this is when you decide to tune him out completely, is a free meal really worth all of this? Dave was honestly full of red flags since the beginning but you decided to go through with it regardless because hey, maybe the sex would be decent enough. But considering his current topic, you have thrown that idea out completely.

“Oh no,” you say blandly, “I think I am getting a call.” You glance down at your phone on the table, its screen completely black.

Dave looks at your phone and tilts his head to the side, expressing a look of question on his face.

“I don’t think it is—”

“Yup.” You say again, doing little to convince him. You pick it up and bring it to your ear and start mumbling some random words. Dave stares at you and accepts that maybe you are on the phone. Fucking idiot.

You finally lower the phone and then slide it in your purse before looking up and locking eyes with Dave.

“Yeah, it’s an emergency.” You tell him, an exaggerated look of apology on your face. “I have to go. But thanks for such a…” You gesture around the table and leave it at that, standing up from your chair and grabbing your bag. You turn to leave when you hear Dave calling out after you but you ignore his voice, instead focusing on finding the restaurants exit.

Maybe just maybe you should have done this much earlier. Perhaps around the time he first opened his mouth when he saw you. “Oh thank god, you are actually hot.” Or maybe even when you both sat down at the table and he was already trying to suggest you stick to salad tonight. Definitely would have been a good time when he mentioned his ex and brought up how beautiful she is then paused and added, “Well, you’re hot too.” It was just a night of red flag after red flag. But his opinion on women’s orgasms was kind of just the last straw.

If you are being honest, this night of a failed date isn’t even surprising anymore. This just seems to be your luck lately. Even when the man isn’t totally unbearable, you just find yourself not satisfied every time. That includes with the conversation, the sex and well, the company in general. You are honestly just bored. Feeling left more and more unimpressed as time goes, something like ‘excitement’ never making your body tingle.

You feel the crisp breeze on your exposed skin, goosebumps suddenly rising on your body and you stare down at the bumps forming and chuckle bitterly. You wish it were a man giving your body such reaction but well, nature will have to do.

You quickly make your way to your car in the parking lot, your shoes clacking against the pavement, a sound you actually enjoy. Once inside your car, you take your phone out and dial the only person you can think of that will turn this night around. Your favorite coworker and also favorite friend.

“Come on, don’t let me down.” You groan to yourself as you listen to each mocking ring happening on the other side of your phone. You’re sure there are only a couple rings left before you are greeted with a voicemail box, a frown decorating your face at the thought but suddenly you are met with a chipper ‘Hello’ instead.

“Hoseok!” You whine theatrically, “Thank god.”

“Yes, thank god for me.” Hoseok teases on the other line, “But why this time?”

“Disaster date.” You inform with a shrug that he can’t see but definitely can imagine. “You know how it is already. Anyway, since we already saw that coming I am sure you can see what’s coming next.”

“Your strong desire to go out and get shit faced?” Hoseok asks with a playful tone, already knowing your answer. “I’ll inform the rest of the group. What do you say? Diablos?”

“Oh god,” Diablos is one of those places that you hardly actually remember your time spent there—it’s probably the fault of their Thursday night deal…$1 tequila shots.

“Hey, you want shit faced! I am just trying to help you with that.”

“I feel like shit faced and dying a horrible death are actually two different things.”

“Oh don’t act like you aren’t going to be downing those shots and telling all of us how much you love us by the end of the night.” Hoseok giggles to himself while you notice the sound of his fingers tapping against his screen. “Okay, we got confirmation from Jeremey, Naomi and Lucy in the group. And literally every single one of them complained about the fact we are going to Diablos. Which you know, only makes me want to go there more.”

“You are a heathen.” You laugh into the phone, “Lucy is coming too? No surprise there.” Hoseok can hear the smirk in your voice and is immediately groaning.

“It’s not like that!” He tries defending, “You know guys and girls can be just friends right?”

“Obviously, dumbass. But when I am just friends with my guy friends I don’t have total heart eyes like some cartoon character.”

“Anyway, meeting time is pronto. So get your ass over to Diablos.” Hoseok doesn’t wait for you to respond, you just hear new silence on the other line as he had ended the call.

Hoseok never lets you drink alone…if you are getting shit faced well, so is he. You chuckle to yourself, the thought of going to work tomorrow and seeing Hoseok just as miserable as you with a heavy hangover brings a little comfort. You finally stick your keys in the ignition and turn on the car and begin making your way to the bar.

You aren’t surprised…with a deal like $1 tequila shots and the fact people love making horrible decisions, the bar is packed. You fit right in though, being a person who also loves to make horrible decisions, you’re well aware of that fact as you swallow another disgusting shot of cheap tequila.

“Oh my god, do you think we will get in trouble tomorrow if we just…slept through that 9 am meeting?” Hoseok asks, his raised brows making you laugh. You wish he was joking but unfortunately, you know him, and you know he is serious.

“Well, if we get fired, we get fired together.” You bring your mixed drink to his as you both clank your glasses in cheers.

“I actually have no idea how you two haven’t already been fired.” Jeremy deadpans, “You both make me look so good at work. And I didn’t even show up yesterday.”

“Don’t know how Hoseok has a job but we all know Mr. Lincoln wants to fuck y/n so she somehow manages.” Naomi points out, laughing when you glare at her. “I vote you do fuck him though. God, how steamy would that be?”

“That would literally be so—you do realize he is married!” You shudder at the thought of fucking your boss, “Plus, he does not want to fuck me.”

“Nah, he definitely does. Probably jerking it to the thought of you when he closes his blinds in his office.” Hoseok starts jerking his hand up and down to demonstrate and you hit his shoulder making him laugh harder.

“This is so unfair.” Lucy pouts, “I wish I worked with you guys too. I never know what you guys are talking about half the time…so, our usual rule! No work talk!” She grins happily, knowing you all will agree because you know, fuck work and all that.

“Fine by me!” Jeremey sings, “How’s your job going though, Lucy?”

“Yeah, aren’t you guys going to have a show soon?” Hoseok nods his head towards the direction of an open table and you all follow. “We would love to go and support. See all the amazing costumes you created!”

“Oh yes, please come! The male lead is pretty sexy.” Lucy smirks, making you all laugh as you sit down.

“You’re just saying that because he is the guy you are currently seeing.” Hoseok rolls his eyes, “Does he have any talents? Or like, is sexy all he good at?”

You snort, listening to them talk.

“Hobi,” you chime in cutely, “Being sexy takes a lot of skill.” You assure him and he gives you an unamused look. He’s always like this when Lucy brings up a new guy she is seeing.

“It really does though,” Naomi agrees, “I would know.”

“It might be your only skill then…” Jeremy says, earning him a soft punch to his arm, Naomi then giving him the middle finger.

“Anyway,” Hoseok turns his attention to you, “What was wrong with this guy?”

“Huh?” you say, a little caught off guard as you suck up your drink.

“Your disaster date.” He reminds you, “They always end in disaster so what was wrong this time?”

“Oh that.” You dramatically get the chills, shaking your body with a shudder. “Too many things to count but I about had it when he tried schooling me on women’s orgasms. Basically, he would have never given me one.”

“Bullet dodged.” Naomi gives you her best disturbed face along with a look of pity. “Men, am I right?”

“I’m so sorry to hear that y/n.” Lucy gasps, “That’s horrible!” Then her face lights up with an idea, “I could always set you up with someone from the theatre? There’s some pretty decent looking guys…” Lucy nibbles on her lip before breaking into her usual grin. “Actually, forget the cast. There’s this pretty hot dude who works with the stage lighting. And—”

You feel your heart twist a little, the mention of the theatre leaving a weird taste in your mouth. You’re a grown ass woman and you don’t think of the past too often but sometimes when there are things to remind you, you feel a little uncomfortable.

“Uh, no. Not really into that scene.” You chuckle awkwardly, “No offense!” you get out quickly, “I just—”

“Oh none taken. They’re kind of nerdy, I get it.” Lucy winks before bringing her drink to her lips and taking a sip.

“So then you are into nerds?” Hoseok playfully nudges her shoulder with his.

“Only if they are sexy.” Lucy nods her head in approval, “Real sexy.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes again, his smile wide as usual. You don’t remember how they met but they became friends and since then Lucy has been hanging with your group.

“I really need to meet this guy. Make sure he’s the real deal.” Hoseok eyes Lucy with a grin, “You sometimes have trouble choosing someone decent.”

“Ew, yeah. Remember that dude you brought that one time and he literally hit on me in front of you!” Naomi shouts over the music, “He was a creep.”

“Don’t feel too special,” Jeremey shakes his head, “He also hit on me in front of everyone too.”

“Oh yeah,” Hoseok bursts out into laughter, “That was fucking gold.” Then Hoseok’s attention goes from Jeremey to his buzzing phone, “Oh finally.” He mutters before his head whips up and he is smiling at you deviously.

“What…” You narrow your eyes, “You did something, I can tell.”

“Just trying to end your unlucky streak.” He winks, your face dropping quickly.

“I think there is only one thing that could end y/n’s unlucky streak…” Naomi’s face lights up with amusement. “Please fucking tell me you hit him up.”

“Hoseok, what the fuck!” You lean over the table to snatch his phone from him and stare at the screen. “I am going to kill you.” You say, staring down at his latest incoming text.

“We all know why you aren’t satisfied with any dude you go out with…” Naomi sips her drink, her knowing eyes fluttering cutely at you. “Because none of them are the one you have a massive crush on.”

“It’s not massive…” is all you manage to say, your voice gone quiet as you look around the table, your friends trying to hold in their childish giggles.

“Remind me again why you two haven’t fucked yet?” Jeremy asks, “Or like gone on a date, if that’s what you’re more into.”

Your lips set into a firm line as you glare at Jeremy because he knows exactly why. His lips curl into a demonic looking smile, nodding his head like he just remembered.

“Ah yes, that’s right! Because you accidentally fucked his best friend in his apartment, not knowing they are roommates.”

“God, it sounds horrific every time I hear it.” Hoseok tries to contain his laughter again. “You have this dude you have a massive crush on—”

“Not massive.” You defend in a pout.

“—and you had been trying your hardest to get his attention, even kind of getting it at one point. Then went out one night, found some guy to hook up with, went home with him…only to see the dude you were trying to woo the next morning at breakfast.” Hoseok loses his shit, his loud laugh booming in the bar. Everyone joins of course, loving how sulky you are getting.

“Honestly, I’ve been in a similar situation before.” Lucy giggles. “Turned into a threesome though.”

“Didn’t they both try to date you after?” Hoseok looks over at Lucy, “I remember you were trying to decide between the two, then ended up with both.” He shakes his head with a laugh.

“Your dating history is always so wild.” Naomi applauds her, “We should all be taking tips from her.”

“Anyway.” You grit your teeth in annoyance, “Why did you invite him?”

“Oh, relax. It’s been like two years since then. I’m sure the bro code has expired and it’s fine by now.” Hoseok starts chugging his drink back, his smug smile irritating you further.

“I don’t blame you for still having a thing for him though,” Naomi nods her head, “He’s a hunk, not going to lie.”

You sigh out, not believing it really has been two years that you’ve maintained a crush on the same guy. You still have Hoseok’s phone in your hand when it vibrates, another text from you know who.

Namjoon 11:22pm

On the way.

“Here’s your stupid phone back.” You groan, sliding Hoseok’s device across the table. “Suddenly I don’t feel drunk enough.” You stand from your chair and nod towards the bar. “Anyone want something?”

“Oh me!” Lucy stands as well, “I’ll come with you.”

You both push your way through the crowd, you’re basically Lucy’s body guard, the very petite girl almost getting her fucking lights knocked out by random elbows as you try to make a path for you both.

The bar is busy as usual, cheap shots of tequila getting passed around like candy. You almost vomit at the smell of the shots, realizing maybe a shot isn’t the route you want to go.

You and Lucy wait for an opening to settle against the wooden bar and wait your turn for the bartender to notice one of you.

“So.” Lucy leans her head against her hand on the bar top, “I think I want to introduce my new guy to you all.” She says, her voice sounding a little nervous.

“Hm?” you glance down at her, “Your new—oh! Yeah, sounds cool. More the merrier, I guess.”

“Yes, but…” Lucy’s eyes slide to the side, maybe finding Hoseok before she looks at you again. “I don’t want to like overwhelm him with like a big group setting you know?”

“Oh?” Your head snaps back up towards the bartender who is now waiting on you to give your order. You order your mixed drinks and when the bartender gives her ‘ok’ you look back towards Lucy again. “What did you have in mind then?”

“What do you say you meet me for coffee this weekend?” Lucy asks, her eyes filling with hope. “I will tell him to meet with us and we can just hang out, you know? I really feel like out of everyone you two would really get along!”

“M-Me?” You point at yourself, a little surprised by Lucy’s request. “You want me to meet him first?”

“Honestly, you guys would really vibe well, I think. Plus, you are the coolest one here.” She winks at you and you feel yourself blush a little at the compliment.

“I guess that’s fine?” You question, “Sure—” Suddenly, the bartender is sliding over your drinks and you turn to grab them, ending the conversation there.

The walk back to the table is a long one, you slightly stumble through the crowded dance floor, avoiding sweaty bodies as they move all around you. It doesn’t help that at the moment it’s just you and Lucy, a pretty pair to a lot of onlookers. Naturally, you two are stopped by a pair of guys looking to get lucky tonight. You exchange some meaningless words, and finally bid farewell, disappointing the men who didn’t succeed in picking you up.

You spot the table your friends occupy when your eyes expand, you see Namjoon and Yoongi getting comfortable in some chairs at the table as well. You look around the table as you get closer and say a few greetings. Your eyes going straight to your good friend Hobi, your panicked expression making him grin awkwardly.

You sit down in your chair when Jeremey leans over to whisper into your ear.

“What are the fucking odds he would show up with his friend that you fucked?” He teases while you turn red from embarrassment.

“Shut up.” You pinch his side and he yelps, gaining the attention from everyone around the table.

“Hey y/n. It’s been a while right?” Namjoon’s voice makes its way to your ears and you turn to face him. You muster a smile that feels forced but you continue to try it anyway.

“Yeah. It has.” Then your eyes find Yoongi, “Hi.” You nod at him awkwardly, and he waves his hand with a smile that reminds you why you hooked up with him in the first place.

“Good to see you, y/n.” He says.

You know most people know this, how being around certain people bring out certain sides of you. With most men you are confident, proud, nonchalant, and maybe just a tad bit bitchy if they deserve it. But around someone like Namjoon, he brings out sides of you that you don’t even recognize half the time…someone who tries to come off as shy, cute and flustered at just the sound of his voice.

Yoongi got really confused when Namjoon talked about you, he mentioned how sweet and shy you were. He talked about how he wished you would speak up more often…Yoongi wondered if they were talking about the same y/n. The same girl who just left in a hurry when they all realized they knew one another. Yoongi didn’t meet that version of you—no, he got to know the woman who knows exactly what she wants. Someone confident, sexy and a little mean, he will admit. But he realized at the time, it was a part of your charm. It didn’t take much for him to agree to sleep with you, your straight forward attitude going straight to his dick.

But now, he realized after some time that the version of you that Namjoon knew, was the you that had a crush. God, you were so obvious. He stares at you now, seeing how flustered you are once again as Namjoon makes conversation with you.

“It’s great timing actually,” Namjoon takes a swig of his beer. “I was looking to go out tonight as well!”

“Oh really? What’s the occasion?” Naomi asks, taking a sip of her own drink.

“Celebration.” Namjoon grins, his dimpled smile making your heart flutter.

“Of?” Hoseok pries further. “Wait. Oh shit, it’s for your book, right?”

“Yup. Finally got it published.” Namjoon leans back in his chair, his arms going above his head, your stupid little eyes following his every movement. His biceps flex and you accept that you aren’t making it out alive tonight.

“Wow! A book!” Lucy squeals, “I wish I was good at writing, I have a lot to say but man, putting it on paper is not my specialty.” She giggles to herself, the rest of the group nodding along in agreement.

“What’s your book about?” Jeremy sounds genuinely interested, “I can only imagine it’s full of life quotes and solid advice.”

“Actually…that’s not far off.” Namjoon blushes, a small, proud smile on his lips. “It’s nothing really though.”

“Oh stop that.” Yoongi shakes his head, “It’s amazing. I read it so quickly and felt surprised he came up with all of that!”

“Surprised?” Namjoon chuckles, “I speak profoundly at all times.”

“Yeah, right.” Yoongi teases, “This morning you couldn’t even remember what you were talking about mid-sentence. Paused. Thought about it for a moment then ending up saying “and you know, blah, blah, blah.”

“Yeah. Very profound.” Namjoon begins laughing and you join, his eyes shooting to yours. He softens when he hears your giggles leave your mouth, something he feels like he doesn’t see too often.

“I feel like you are more dressed up than everyone else.” Namjoon points out, his eyes on you. “Were you doing something before this?”

“Disaster date.” Hoseok answers for you. “She knew he couldn’t give her an orgasm.” He shakes his head with exaggerated sadness. “Devastating, right?”

You narrow your eyes at your friend, you two speak with just a look and he snickers to himself even though he can read your expression well—you’re totally going to kill him later.

“Oh.” Namjoon looks a little surprised, a little awkward and a lot of cute. “That’s uh, too bad.” He swallows more of his beer.

“Orgasms are important.” Yoongi winks at you and you look at him, clearly unamused.

“Anyway,” you roll your eyes to the back of your head, as sassily as you can manage. “I’m sure no one is shocked at how totally anticlimactic my dating life is. Has been for some time.” You lazily take your drink in your hand and chug the entire thing through your straw.

“Still think you should just fuck our boss.” Naomi comments nonchalantly, making you choke on your drink.

“Really?” you wipe at your mouth, cleaning some of your drink off your skin. “He is literally married!”

“You’d be totally living that main character life like you’re in some drama.” She tries to reason, as if that was a totally acceptable thing to say.

“As entertaining as that would be,” Hoseok laughs, “I think she needs someone closer in age.”

“What I need is to stop being the center of conversation and throw away the topic of my dating life into like a trash can.” You say with a straight face.

“Oh come on, don’t be lame.” Hoseok slurs, “We’re all basically single here.”

“I literally have a boyfriend?” Naomi raises her hand, “Why do you guys always forget this?”

“It’s long distance, doesn’t count.” Hoseok shrugs.

“You’re the worst. It totally counts.”

“When’s the last time you guys fucked?”

“When I saw him last?”

“Which was?”

“Like…four months ago or so?”

“See?” Hoseok looks at everyone like he’s made his point. “Basically single!”

“I am in a serious relationship! That’s more than any of you can say,” Naomi motions towards all of you. “When’s the last time you guys were really committed to someone, hm?”

“I have had a few serious relationships in the last couple of years.” Hoseok says proudly, “So,”

“Same.” Everyone starts collectively saying around the table…well, everyone except you. This causes Hoseok to realize and he becomes too curious for your liking.

“You know…you haven’t been in anything serious since I have known you y/n.” he decides to call you out, “I mean, you’ve been on a shit ton of disaster dates but you’ve like, never had a boyfriend.”

You release a long, tired breath. Realizing you are still not drunk enough. You notice everyone’s eyes on you as they realize as well.

“It’s not like I have never had a boyfriend, guys.” You scoff, “Jeez. You—”

“It’s true!” Namjoon speaks up, “In college…like even after graduation she had a boyfriend. It was super serious too.”

Right. Unlike everyone else here, you actually have known Namjoon the longest. You both attended school together and that’s how you got to know him.

“What was his name again? Ah—”

“It doesn’t matter.” You cut him off quickly. “Yeah, I guess I had a thing back then.” You shrug, “But that was like…what? Five years ago?”

“Wow!” Lucy sings out, “I can’t even imagine you with an actual boyfriend. You’re so…I don’t know, like Miss Independent, you know?”

“Independent?” Namjoon chuckles, “They were totally attached at the hip.”

“y/n? Our y/n? In love?” Jeremey gasps, “I just refuse to believe it.”

“Same.” Naomi points at you, “Remember that time you went out with a guy and when you realized you weren’t into him you told him you were possibly pregnant with another man’s baby just so he would lose interest?”

“Didn’t she use that line on more than one?” Hoseok yelps when he feels you kick his leg under the table.

“It sounds like you just need to find a guy you actually like, y/n.” Namjoon smiles at you, it’s one of those smiles that make you feel like you are floating. He has no idea. Or maybe he does. But you really wish that person would be him.

“I think she does have someone she actually li—” Hoseok yelps again when you continue finding that sensitive spot on his shin with your foot.

“I would love if we shifted the focus of this conversation.” You basically beg, groaning into your hands and deciding that yup, definitely not drunk enough.

With it nearing 2 am, you have finally let Diablos do it’s nasty little number on you. Tempt you with those $1 shots and have you making questionable decisions. The first one being the guy you are currently grinding against, his hands roaming your body as you try to remember how you even ended up on the dance floor.

You waste no time in turning around to see what this man even looks like and you are questioning your taste in men now. He isn’t exactly you know, drop dead gorgeous or anything. In fact, if you were getting a little excited and wet from the grinding, well that dried up real fast. You awkwardly escape his arms and without saying a word, you just walk away. Classic.

“I was wondering if you were actually into him.” You hear a deep voice from behind you. “I definitely have no idea what your type is.” He laughs.

You turn to see Namjoon, sipping on his beer and watching everyone else have a great time on the dance floor.

“You aren’t dancing?” you slur out, “S’fun.”

“I am fine with watching.” He gazes at you, “You know…”

“Hm?” you look up into his eyes, your shy expression making him feel his chest tighten.

“I think maybe you just aren’t going on a real, proper date.” He blurts out, “I mean, with a guy that you know well enough that you’d probably have a good time.”

“Oh.” You blink at him, “Well, yeah. I don’t know these guys at all. I rely on dating apps more than half the time.” You admit with a chuckle.

“Maybe…” he gulps more of his beer, bringing the bottle back down to his side. “Would…would you be interested in going on one? With me, I mean.” He clarifies. He watches your expression shift into like 4 different emotions, he quietly laughs and waits for your response.

“What?” You blink at him again, “A date? With you?”

“Yes, and also you.” His soft laugh makes you feel drunker than you are. “Would you like that?”

“Would I like that?” You ask in comical disbelief. “Well, I wouldn’t not like it!”

Namjoon finds himself cracking up at your response and nods his head slowly.

“Okay.” He brings his beer bottle to his lips again, “Then it’s a date. How does Saturday night sound?”

~~~~~~

It’s around 3pm when Lucy sends you a text, reminding you of your little hang out today. To be honest, you had completely forgot about meeting her new boy toy or whatever. You are more focused on the fact that tonight, in just 4 hours from now you are meeting with Namjoon for a date you drunkenly agreed to.

You honestly just want to get this little meeting over with so you can give all your attention to your racing heart who needs some extra, tender love and care. You want to make sure you have enough time to prepare for the date…not just like, choosing an outfit, but mentally prepare. You have been crushing on Namjoon for some time and finally, finally you have an opportunity. Maybe Hoseok was right, maybe the bro code has a two year expiration date and now it’s suddenly not weird to you know, share the same girl.

Whatever, you aren’t going to question it. It’s not like you and Yoongi had continued the activities of that night at any other time. You are just going to move past that and hope it is never brought up ever again because well, your dignity begs for that.

You decide on getting like, half ready for your date. Hair and makeup done but instead of wearing the cute dress you have planned for tonight, you are opting for something more casual while meeting with Lucy and her special friend. Lucy texts you again, telling you that she is on her way to the café and she can’t wait to see you.

~

“He’s so sweet, y/n…you guys are going to get along so well!” Lucy continues to gush about her new man as you nod along. You have a straw between your lips as your eyes wander around the cafe…it’s dead today. You honestly have no idea why Lucy is so eager to introduce you to her new boy toy…you two aren’t even particularly close. But this seems so on brand for her, like she needs to show off something new. This reminds you when she got her shiny, new car. She even let you drive it around.

“He’s late though.” you note nonchalantly, “No brownie points for him.”

“He’s always like this…I’ll send him another text.”

Your eyes continue to drag around the empty cafe, you notice small things like the dribble of ice cream left behind on the table next to you, the wet floor sign put up near the bathroom and the cute barista on his phone, probably playing some game by the looks of it.

Lucy is more Hobi’s friend than anyone else’s…they’re always together, in fact it’s pretty surprising those two haven’t gotten together. But Lucy always has a new boo thang lying around while Hobi is waiting for Miss Right. Maybe they aren’t as good of a match you all thought, or so you think.

“Hobi hasn’t met him yet…” Lucy decides to speak of the devil. “I’m so nervous!”

“Why?” You ask, the straw still between your lips.

“You know how he is when I date someone new…he gets so…”

“Protective?” you laugh, your eyes finally landing back on her. “Yeah, we know.”

“So I thought I would…have someone else meet him first…you know, to hype him up a little so Hobi can relax.”

“Ah, so you’re using me.” You say with a straight face, but your tone is clearly teasing. “I’m sure he’s—"

But then the ding of the front door catches your attention, you lazily slide your eyes towards the entrance when the straw slips out between your lips back into the glass.. There’s—There’s no way.

In comes in a familiar face, a gorgeous familiar face at that. The way he runs his hands through his hair, pushing it back so smoothly. The way he glances to the side, exposing his sharp jawline. His eyes are covered by some oversized dark shades but you know he sees you when you notice the drop in his jaw.

“Oh there he is!” Lucy stands from her chair, the loud screeching against the wooden floor has you flinching. There’s no way… “Jimin!” she begins waving him over.

Yes, Jimin. Park Jimin. Your first love…your first heartbreak. The man who left you 5 years ago to pursue his dreams in New York.

“Come over here!” Lucy waves him over excitedly. Jimin stands frozen as he eyes the both of you, his hand motioning between you and lucy. He reaches up and takes his shades off and you finally get a real look at him.

He’s as gorgeous as the day he left you. He’s hesitant but walks closer and closer…you swear the closer he gets the more you can smell that familiar scent that has you feeling woozy. Is it getting hard to breathe in here?

“Jimin. this is y/n. y/n…Jimin.”

“y/n….” Jimin tries out your name for the first time in years “This is…”

“Nice to meet you.” you say with a tight lip smile.

“Meet?” Jimin raises a brow and then realization is hitting him, a sly smile works itself on his thick lips. “Right.” he clears his throat. “Nice to meet you.”

“Great!” Lucy ushers him to take the seat next to hers, “I am so excited guys. I really, really feel like you will get along.”

At this point in conversation you should be opening your mouth to agree with her, saying something, anything to keep this conversation afloat. But instead you feel your entire mouth dry and speaking becomes something of a challenge. Jimin, however, looks at you with a sparked amusement. He nods his head enthusiastically when Lucy emphasizes how well you two will hit it off.

“From all the great things Lucy has said about you, feels like I know you already.” Jimin has this knowing look in his eyes that really irritates you. Why can’t he mask his obvious pique of interest, why is he acting like this is all fun? Is it fun?

Jimin understands immediately why you decided to pretend to not know each other. The situation could become messy otherwise, he gets it, totally gets it. But seeing you here, seeing how obviously panicked you are, seeing how utterly hilarious and cruel this situation is, he can’t help but want to have a little fun. Something he hasn’t had in quite some time.

While Lucy has been a great distraction for his grieving heart and he was finally able to laugh again thanks to her—seeing you, lights a whole different flame within him. Seeing you, he feels himself grow more and more comfortable. Seeing you, he feels things he hasn’t felt in a long time. They say, different people bring out different sides in you—Jimin believes this. He thinks the sides you bring out in him…are his favorite.

“Excuse me for a minute,” Jimin glances at you and Lucy, his smile making Lucy smile in return and you? His smile making you feel your insides crumble. Shock. That’s probably what you are feeling right now. Your ex-boyfriend of several years, who you were so sure you were going to be with for the rest of your life, is here. And he is supposedly in some sort of dating relationship with your best friends friend, and well, your friend too. Jimin stands, heading towards the front to order a drink.

“Well?” Lucy asks excitedly, “Cute, right? I promise he isn’t just cute! He’s great and—”

“Why do you want me to get along with him so well?” You mumble, your mouth finally okay enough to speak again.

“Be—” Lucy’s expression goes soft as she begins explaining herself, “Because if you like him then Hobi will be sure to like him. You’re his best friend…if you approve of this guy then Hobi will be more willing to give him a chance, you know?”

“I can’t tell if you want Hoseok’s approval so badly because you really like Jimin…or because you just want Hoseok’s approval.” Your eyes fall to your hands on the table, avoiding Lucy’s gaze.

“W-What do you mean?” She feels her nerves beginning to spike uncomfortably. “I don’t get it.”

“Nothing.” You look back up, “So, he is the lead in the production coming up?”

Lucy lights back up again, her previous thoughts gone at the mention of Jimin. “Yeah! He is so talented, you have no idea.”

Except you do have an idea. A pretty big idea actually. But…you’re confused. Why is he back? Did something happen? Surely he wouldn’t have left his successful Broadway dreams in New York to come back here. Here of all places, to the same theatre he got his start in. And…although his smile made your entire world shake…it is not the same smile you had always been familiar with. It was different. Distant. The same type of smile he reserved when he was playing a character on stage. It wasn’t his. And the empty look in his eyes—

“That’s nice.” You finally say, “I’m sure he is.”

“He’s talented on stage and well, in other places.” Lucy gives you a goofy grin as she wiggles her brows, her suggestive comment making you cringe.

“Right.” Your monotone voice making Lucy wince.

“Oh, sorry. I know you haven’t been getting you know, lucky lately. I don’t mean to rub it in.” She apologizes. “But!”

“But what?” Jimin comes back, a frappe in his hands, taking a seat next to Lucy, across from you.

“But that will probably change. Real soon too, right?” Lucy sends you an obnoxious wink and you tense at what she is implying.

“Uh—”

“Finally after all this time, you and Namjoon are finally going on that date you’ve always dreamed of!” She brings her hand to her forehead, swooning at the idea.

“Namjoon?” Jimin tastes the word in his mouth, wondering why this flavor seems so familiar.

“Yeah. A friend of ours,” Lucy fills Jimin in, “y/n has had a crush on him for like ever and he finally asked her out.”

“It’s really not that big of a deal.” You mutter under your breath, suddenly feeling very over this entire situation.

“But it is!”

“Nope, not really.” You try again, avoiding both Jimin and Lucy’s eyes.

“Get this,” Lucy turns to face Jimin, “y/n is like a serial dater, basically—”

“Oh my god.” You groan, “I am not!”

“y/n…You go on a minimum of like 3 dates a week.” She points out, not totally realizing how super fucking embarrassing this is for you.

“It’s not that many—”

“Anyway, they always end in tragedy.” She continues filling Jimin in on your very sad and very pathetic dating life. “And it makes me sad because she is so cool…well, you don’t know her but she is like such a bad bitch.”

“Lucy I am literally begging you to never speak again.” You lower your head to the table, “You are stripping me of what little pride I have left.”

“You don’t know y/n, but she can be kind of dramatic at times.” Lucy whispers towards Jimin and he just looks between you and Lucy over and over with wide eyes. “But anyway, it’s totally fine. Jimin will be hanging with us so he’s going to know all of this information one way or another.”

“Joy.” You deadpan, lifting your head up again until you’re locking eyes with Jimin. He studies you for a second, you feel yourself shrink under his gaze and he smiles. It’s that same smile you don’t recognize as his own, you think he is feeling as stunned as you…but his eyes, once looking empty, are now twinkling in excitement.

“You’re right, I don’t know her.” He says, his eyes never leaving you. “But I look forward to learning.”

You gulp. You know everyone knows this, that people bring out certain sides of you. Every person can bring out different versions of yourself. They can bring out your worst, your best. Your confidence, your vulnerability. Jimin is no exception. But unlike every other person you know, Jimin is the only one who has ever managed to bring out sides of you that once made you love yourself. He also brought out sides of you that you never want to see again.

“What do you say y/n?” Jimin has this glint in his eye that you know all too well, “Would you like to know me too?”

You truly, very truly, like so sincerely, as genuinely as possible would love to know—what the fuck is going on? You know this can only end in a mess, you know this is a situation you should not involve yourself in…but, you match the glint in his eye with your own…finally, in so long you feel intrigued by something—someone. You realize the thing Jimin brings out the most in you…is someone who is actually fun.

“Sure.” You reply back, “I’d love to.”

What are you doing? And why does it feel so fucking exciting.

Induratize (m) | 01

Pairing: Prince!Jimin x Princess!Reader

Genre: Royalty AU.

Warnings: Angst, Smut (future), Fluff.

Words: 7k

Summary: Prince Jimin had grown up despising people from your empire and vice versa. When your father weds you to the crowned Prince of Haelyra, your kingdom’s sworn enemies, as a form of alliance to fight a greater evil, you struggle to make sense of your new life as the future Queen to be and deal with a husband who cannot stand you.

A/N: this is the cliche cold prince and sweet princess (mostly) trope bc @jimin-calicocat and I are sucker for those. also this is dedicated to her as well uwu. Ty for hyping me up. This is just the start as it will be hopefully a short series but no smut in the first chap this time lads. Gotta build up to the sexy times :))) don’t forget to drop by and let me know how you liked this fhjbfjwerefhjrebf bye. Moodboard cred. to @yminie

This was it. The day had finally come. Not that you were awaiting it too eagerly. You had contemplated running away, really. But where could you go? On one side of your kingdom lay the Auzopan Empire whose threat of invasion was already becoming imminent. The other lay the Haelyra Dynasty, your kingdom Munia Empire’s sworn enemies for generations. Rivals that have been slaughtering your kingdom’s peoples for centuries and vice versa. It was a never ending battle of making sure the other did not get the last kill. It was horrific and preposterous but it had been this way for as long as you could remember. And you were to marry the crowned prince from that same kingdom, Park Jimin, in less than an hour. Tales of the brutishness of his empire had been the ones you’d grown up hearing from the maids in your castle. The same tales mothers told their crying children at night to quieten their shrieks. Tales your father told his own kingdom in favour of inciting appreciation from his people for his generosity as a king, as a protector of your nation. But where did that get him? Indebted to the same King he had claimed would tear your nation apart if it hadn’t been for your family ruling the land, making sure the beasts were at bay and to make sure his people where never intimidated.

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Fake Love | Jung Hoseok (M)

PAIRING: Jung Hoseok x F!Reader, mentions of Namjin

GENRE: Fake dating AU, enemies to lovers, fluff, smut, minor angst

WARNINGS: Explicit sexual content, dirty talk, slight dom!Hoseok

WORD COUNT: 16.2k

DESCRIPTION: Every year, your family spends the holidays at your parents’ cottage in the country. Freshly single and not wanting to be picked apart by your family for being alone, you decide to recruit one of your friends to pretend to be your boyfriend. The only available volunteer? Your brother Namjoon’s roommate, Hoseok. Only problem? He absolutely hates your guts.

I should get up, you think to yourself. Daylight is precious in the dead of winter, and you’ve probably already wasted at least half of it wallowing in self-pity. You’re lying in bed, duvet pulled high over your head, wondering exactly how and when your life took such a left turn.

Breakups have never been easy for you. You’d always had trouble when it came to dating—you’d always described yourself as the girl that no one would fall in love with, but who had a lot of friends. You were social, flitting around with ease between one group of friends to another, but you had always wondered if your absence would be noted if you were to just stop showing up to parties or work functions.

But then you met Jackson.

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esse tuus | pjm

esse tuus (latin) ↳ translation: to be yours

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

part of the dulce somnii universe.

pairing: jimin x reader

wc: 9.8k

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

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

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

listening to: serendipity

m.list | ao3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jimin laughs, loud enough that it would normally wake everyone in the neighbourhood, but his powers have given him a gift of anonymity, so the sound is merely carried away by the wind. Instead of staring into the gilded eyes of his friend that mirrors the storm around them, he looks up at the darkened room again.

With a graceful smile, he peels Taehyung’s hands away from his shoulders before turning away to leave, away from this dreaded weather. Indifferent about whether Taehyung could hear him, Jimin’s ruby eyes twinkle as he grins, “Oh, I have never been surer.”

---

You’re not sure when the dreams started, but it was shortly after you started working under the new CEO, Park Jimin. They weren’t so frequent before, maybe happening about once or twice every couple of months with you recollecting bits and pieces come morning. Now, not only were the dreams occurring nightly, you’re left with an uncomfortable mess in the morning – made evident by the growing wet puddle soaking your sheets, but also the way you can no longer look at your boss without heat flaming your cheeks.

When you confide your issue with a good friend of yours, she only gave you a weird look, telling you that the dreams were attributed to the fact that: (a) your boss is fine as hell; and (b) the stress that’s been accumulating with the mountain of tasks he’s assigned to you.

“If you want my opinion, I think you just need to get laid,” Jessie scoffs with a roll of her eyes.

Heeding her advice, you donned on your battle armour that consisted of a dark-red dress with a plunging neckline. You’ve been blessed that night with an array of beautiful men who vied for your attention, but even after deciding to go home with the mysterious soft-spoken one whose arm was covered in tattoos, you couldn’t go through with it.

It’s not that he was bad in bed either. The raven-haired boy had kissed you like there was no tomorrow, sending your nerves aflame as you reciprocated his passion. But, as you closed your eyes in pleasure when he laid you down on his bed, his visage was replaced by a certain blonde CEO. And the wonderful night that seemed so promising ended up with you apologizing profusely in embarrassment before speeding away from the mystery man’s apartment at 2am.

Rain has graced the earth more often lately, so by the time you reach your apartment in the outskirts of the city, you’re drenched, adding another tick of irritation to the already shitty night. After you finished towelling your hair dry, you decided that it’s time to sleep, and when you drifted into the abyssal darkness, you hoped that your dreams weren’t plagued by a familiar swoop of blonde hair.

---

The room spins as you attempt to make sense of your surroundings. There’s a hand on your shoulder that shakes you gently, but try as you might, the pounding in your head makes it impossible for you to keep your eyes open long enough to distinguish its owner.

“Breathe,” says a familiar voice. “It’ll go away if you just breathe.”

You do as the voice suggests, inhaling deeply while screwing your eyes shut, in hopes that it will drown out the ringing in your ears. Something soft glides across your eyelids and like magic, silence returns, a trusty companion.

Gingerly, you open an eye before wincing at the harsh fluorescent light. You blink a few times to allow your eyes to adjust to the brightness before finding yourself in the file room of your office, with steel shelves stacked with various kinds of blue binders, each containing reports of the company’s financial burdens and achievements through the years.

And in front of you, tie askew and flushed in the face, is your boss; the one and only Park Jimin.

He has you pressed up against a file cabinet, caging your body between two strong arms, white sleeves rolled to the elbows. You notice the hint of ink on the corner of your eye – a 13 on his wrist. You open your mouth to ask him about its significance, only to close it back up when his face looms closer.

Before your brain has a chance to register what’s happening, Park Jimin kisses you.

He kisses you with urgency, but not with haste – undoing you with every sweep of his plush lips against yours.

Though it takes you a moment, you pull him closer by his tie, earning you the familiar quiet chuckle that speeds your heart rate, and you too, kiss him back with fervour. Even when the inches between your bodies fall to zero, you want him to be closer still. And when he parts, you feel the ache of being torn apart. Your hands fall to his chest, the desire to rip the buttons off his white dress-shirt grows stronger with every second that passes as you study the swell of his lips, wet with saliva, glinting in the light.

“Do it.”

It takes you a second to register his words, but when your brain deciphers his meaning, your hands tighten their grip, wrinkling the white cotton fabric. With a heavy inhale, you yank. The buttons don’t fly off and clatter to the ground like in movies, but your strength did cause a few to strain against their threads. You run your hands down the expanse of Jimin’s chest as he shivers under your touch. You look up to see a marvel stand before you; one where his eyes are closed, and pretty mouth slightly parted to accommodate his staccato breathing.

“Kiss me.” Your words seem to be carried away with the hum of air conditioning, but before you have a chance to repeat yourself, Jimin slams into you, tangling his hand in your hair to tighten the hold he has on your head.

The cabinet clatters as he pairs the kisses with a buck of his hips, dragging his clothed erection up to your core; and you moan, your voice foreign in your own ears. You beg him for more as his nose trails the column of your throat, your own impatient hands fumbling to unbuckle his belt.

“Patience, my dear,” Jimin chides playfully. He puts a stop to your unsuccessful efforts by claiming your hands, kissing the knuckles with a smirk. You’re left stricken when his eyes meet yours, hypnotized by the ruby irises that stare deep into your soul.

“Your eyes… Were they… always that colour?” you mumble with a tongue that weighs like lead, but the fog descends on your mind again, rendering you incapable of speech.

“Ah!” you screech. The sudden high-pitch ring returns to block your senses and you cover your ears tightly to try and shake it off. From the din, you hear Jimin call your name desperately, but the pain is too great, and soon, you’re unable to see as a bright light consumes your vision—

Until you sense the same gentle swipe against your closed lids and the searing pain disappears, as though you imagined it all. When you open your eyes again, Jimin’s frowning. You try to remember the last few moments before the pain, only to draw a blank. Have you done something to upset him?

“Are you okay?” There’s a thin sheen of sweat above his brows and you reach out to wipe it away with your sleeve.

“I am,” he whispers despite the obviously pained smile. “But what were you saying?”

“Hm? I only asked if you were okay, sir,” you say hesitantly. Jimin’s acting strangely, ruby irises scouring your face desperately for an answer, but you’re not sure you know the questions to the test he’s given you.

“You were about to say something about my eyes,” he says slowly, evenly, like he’s explaining something to a child.

Your brows furrow. “I was?”

Jimin nods.

“I… don’t remember,” you admit with a shake of your head. Blinking at him now, you wonder why you would make such a comment – if you did. There isn’t anything wrong with his eyes. They’re the usual ruby red, flashing brightly against the light… right?

Yet, you can’t shed the nagging tug, the insistent voice in your brain that’s telling you that something’s wrong, but just as the low throb begins again, Jimin smiles sweetly, like he always does, and you feel at ease. A gentle brush of his knuckles against your cheek silences the part of your brain that’s trying to rationalize everything.

And when his lips return to glide against yours, you don’t remember what it was you were worried about.

“Oh—” You gasp into the kiss as his hand trails shapes on the skin of your thighs. Jimin takes the opportunity to kiss you deeper, swiping his tongue over your own. While you tangle your fingers in his hair, he hikes up your skirt and cups his hand over your pussy before he grinds your clit with the heel of his palm.

“Jimin—” Your fingers dig into his neck as you roll your hips into his hand. All of it is too little and too much, you’re unravelling too quickly – burning like a comet as you hurtle into his atmosphere.

Yet Jimin doesn’t stop, refuses to comply though you sob for his fingers; his cock; anything – to satiate the unbearable need to be filled. You claw at his arms, unable to fret over the long red lines you draw across the expanse of his skin. And just when you think you can no longer hang on, Jimin stops, a regretful smile on his face.

“What a shame. That’s all the time we have for now.”

---

“Holy shit!”

You’re up immediately, Jimin’s words still ringing in your ear. You swear you could still feel his hot breath against your skin, as though he was here the night before, but the absence of a warm body next to you signifies that last night was all but a dream.

Yet… it was so much more real than the ones prior.

Usually, you’d wake up recalling just the barest of details: Jimin’s lips curling into a smile or the way he’d coo your name as he draws patterns on your skin. But this time… you remembered everything; your mind highlighting every mole on his perfect porcelain face.

You wanted nothing more than to soothe the ache from between your legs but glancing at the wall clock on the opposite end of your bed suggests that you won’t have time to bring out Mr. Rabbit to play, considering that you have about 15 minutes to get ready before you miss the bus. With a regretful sigh, you left the warm comfort of your bed to brave the day.

---

“Good morning!”

Despite the enthusiastic chatter you’re engaging with your co-workers, you feel anything but. You’re still reeling from the dream, unable to stop recalling the way Jimin’s cool fingers brush against your blazing skin. You leave the pantry with a steaming cup of coffee and a heaving sigh before settling down to work.

Your calendar is full of reds and greens, indicating meetings that Jimin must attend and the ones you must attend with him respectively. A secretary to the CEO is a task that would normally require two people, but ever since your partner left, you’ve been left to work the pace of two people. Though Jimin has suggested that you hire a second person, you have refused, claiming that you’re saving the company resources since you’re capable of doing the tasks just fine on your own. Being so close to Jimin fills you with pride, especially knowing how much he relies on you to keep things running smoothly.

Fortunately, it also comes with you receiving a significant raise, much more than what you’d originally entered with. You have no doubt Jimin is to thank for that, having convinced the Chairman in a meeting to renegotiate the contract. Speaking of your boss, the time on the lower right corner of your screen indicates that he’s late – something that has never happened before in your five years of working together.

Just as your thumb hovers over the green call button, Jimin enters with a brilliant smile, greeting everyone and asking about their weekend. You’re almost annoyed at the way he nonchalantly enters through the door, acting like it doesn’t matter that he’s a few minutes late just because he’s the boss, but mostly because it isn’t fair that he’s doing just fine when you’re left stunned in your shoes; the memories of the dream lingering in the forefront of your mind when your gaze drops to his hands.

You snap to attention as he approaches, slipping on a mask of professionalism as you greet him. “Good morning, Mr. Park. You have a nine o’clock this morning and another one at eleven. Should I bring you the coffee now or in a little bit?”

As Jimin enters his office, he gives you a noncommittal hum, so you follow him inside and close the door behind you, sensing that there’s something in his mind.

“That skirt looks good on you,” he praises with a smile before settling in his desk.

You’re left momentarily speechless, surprised at the sudden compliment. You nod your head in thanks, one Jimin returns with another quirk of his lips. As you stand there in silence as he pulls up his laptop, you allow yourself to admire Jimin in the morning light.

You’d be remiss to say that he isn’t handsome. Everyone in the office, including yourself, may have pined for the young CEO’s attention once or twice since his arrival a few years ago, but you don’t delude yourself into thinking that the harmless banter between you was anything more than friendship. However, it’s moments like these, where he’d catch you off guard with his compliments, that has your heart thumping a little bit faster in response to his honeyed words.

He says your name with a chuckle. “Have I lost you already?” he smiles. You clear your throat and shake your head, stumbling out apologies for daydreaming at work, but Jimin only smiles wider, drumming his fingers on the oak table below.

“Please tell me if you’re not feeling well. Don’t make me worry,” he nags lightly.

You force a bright smile to hide your embarrassment. “I’m feeling just fine, Mr. Park. Better than ever,” you reassure him. “Sorry for spacing out, what were you saying?”

You catch the slight frown on his pouty lips and the strange shadow that flickers in his eyes, the obsidian melting into soft earth under the sun—

Wait a minute.

“Were your eyes always brown?” you blurt out, tilting your head to the side.

Jimin blinks in surprise, lips parted as he inhales sharply at your question. “I’m… sorry?” he mutters incredulously.

Silence.

There’s a creeping feeling of déjà vu as you’re unable to tear your eyes away from his. Something is amiss in this image in front of you, but you haven’t figured it out just yet.

Then, a chuckle, though it sounds strained and airy as Jimin breaks through your thoughts. “Of course, my eyes are brown. What other colours could they possibly be?”

An unpleasant fog descends on your mind, and you close your eyes momentarily to see if it’ll go away. When it doesn’t, your heart increases its speed instead, you offer him a pinched smile before turning to leave. You’re more tired than usual it seems, standing is starting to become impossible. You hope that a few hours of sitting at your desk would make you feel better.

“Right. Of course. My apologies, sir. Well, if you’ll excuse me…”

Just as you turn around to grab the handle of the door, your vision turns hazy, the images blurring together like remnants from your dreams. You try to blink through the fog, but the more you attempt to push through, the heavier your lids fall. Whatever Jimin is muttering is muffled in your ears, the language sounding foreign like he’s communicating underwater. When you turn around and see him stand, approaching your helpless swaying figure, he’s nothing more than a dark silhouette.

Before you descend into darkness, you think you saw a pair of ruby eyes and a voice, so full of regret, whispers in your ear.

“Sleep now, you’ll feel better when you wake up. I promise.”

---

When you finally blink awake, there’s a black jacket covering your body. It takes you a few seconds to register that you’re lying on a semi-familiar sectional, and you scramble to stand when you recognize the numerous awards decorating the wall in front of you.

The sun casts hues of oranges and yellow from the large window into Jimin’s office and you watch in horror as the door opens to reveal your boss walking inside with a mug in hand.

“Mr. Park! I…” You don’t have an excuse ready for what happened: how you dozed off on his couch for an entire workday.

Jimin holds up a hand to stop your floundering speech. Instead of fury, worry exists in the lines of his brows as he approaches your seated figure. “You should have told me that you weren’t feeling well,” he murmurs gently as he hands you the mug of steaming hot tea. “I’m sorry. I really should have hired a new partner for you when Soyoung quit.”

“N-No. Not at all. I’m sorry for making you worry.”

To your pleasant surprise, he smiles. “No, please. Don’t apologize. As your manager, I’m taking responsibility for going against the company policy. Your job is meant for two people, and though you’ve done a stellar job so far, this only proves that we need to hire someone else.”

Jimin wouldn’t dig at your work ethic like that, you know it better than anyone that it wasn’t what he meant, but you still feel like you disappointed him. You let your heart sink for a few minutes before picking it back up, a new fire of ambition surging behind your eyes. “Mr. Park, if I may be so bold, today is an anomaly. You’ve said yourself that I’ve done a stellar job, so please…”

“Why are you so intent on doing this by yourself?”

Okay, so maybe the teensy crush you’ve developed for him hasn’t fully gone away. You can’t answer his question without revealing your secret, so you merely repeat ‘Please’ with your head bowed.

Silence stifles the air around you as Jimin thinks. “All right, fine,” he says with a reluctant sigh, though his lips quirk into a smile at your insistence. “But please tell me if you start feeling unwell again. Seriously, it’s better you stay home than coming to work sick.”

“Thank you,” you beam gratefully at him before taking a sip at your tea. It tastes pleasant, despite you not being able to pinpoint the flavour. Chamomile maybe? As you finish the last sip, you stand and make your way outside, intent on staying late to catch up on all the work you’ve missed today.

You relay as much to Jimin, but he stops you as you open the door to his office. “Would you do me a favour and grab these files from the file room?” he asks as he hands you a sticky note filled with corresponding dates and numbers. “Now would be preferable, but I’m not leaving any time soon. Oh, and be careful. I think a few of them are placed on the higher shelves.”

His warning falls on deaf ears as you scrutinize the numbers on the note. Strange. Why was he looking for records all the way back to when the company was founded? Figuring that it isn’t your problem, you promise that you’ll bring him the documents in a bit…

Which turns out to be the biggest promise you regret making thus far.

“Ow…” you whimper.

Your ankle stings where you had landed on it, having failed to grab the last file you need, which just so happens to also be placed at the highest shelf. The step ladder you used to reach it wasn’t tall enough, and despite standing on your tiptoes, your fingers barely graze the bottom of the folder. Your fate was sealed when your distracted brain started thinking about the dream you had the night before.

When you attempt to stand to clean the mess you’ve made, gravity pulls you back down when your injured leg is unable to support your weight. Now, you’re sitting on the ground littered with papers, unable to call anyone for help with the shitty cell service in the file room.

Tears well up in your eyes when you think of your sorry state. Would Jimin fire you for your incompetence? Probably not, but it’s been an embarrassing day so far, especially since you spent most of it dozing off on his office couch that’s usually reserved for his guests. You wonder how he fared with all his meetings that you couldn’t attend with him – what sorts of excuses had he come up with when they asked where you were?

“God, I’m pathetic.”

Just as you’re wallowing in your self-pity, the door to the file room opens and you spy Jimin’s blonde hair between the empty shelves.

“Over here,” you answer pitifully when he calls your name.

You can almost see the comically large, pulsing angry symbol as he frowns at your slumped figure.

“I told you to be careful!” he grumbles as he surveys your foot. You cry out when his fingers graze at the ankle, the tears you’ve been holding onto slipping away down your cheeks. Jimin’s eyes soften at your whimpers, and with a gentleness you didn’t know he possesses at the moment; he wipes away your tears with his thumb. “Don’t cry. It’s not broken,” he whispers reassuringly. “It’s a little swollen, but I promise you’re going to be better in the morning. Can you stand?”

You shake your head, hiccupping a ‘No’.

“Okay, put your arms around my neck. Yep. Just like that. Now, hold on,” he instructs before lifting you up.

“W-Wait,” you protest as he carries you in the direction of his office. “Aren’t I heavy?”

You could feel the rumbling of his laughter with your cheek pressed against his chest. He chuckles as though you couldn’t have asked a sillier question. “Of course not. You weigh nothing more than a couple of grapes.”

You pray gratefully to whatever deity can hear you because when he turns around the corner, the office is otherwise empty, save for the janitor that has his back turned. Your cheeks are so heated that you plant your face further into his chest, refusing to look at your surroundings. You stopped wondering if Jimin could hear the manic pounding of your heart when you hear his, and you carry that secret with you until you hear the door click shut.

---

Jimin rests you gently on his desk before retrieving a first aid kid from your desk outside of his office. He’s gentle as he examines your foot, taking care not to move it around too much and risk injuring it further.

“Okay, you’re definitely good, but make sure to ice it when you get home, okay? And please call into work if you can’t move tomorrow. I have faith that you absolutely can do your job from home,” he smiles confidently.

True to his word, the sharp pain has since ebbed into a dull throb as you twist your ankle around. Perhaps if you stayed in the file room longer, you wouldn’t have risked embarrassing yourself in front of Jimin, but you won’t lie – you enjoyed being wrapped up in his arms as he carried you into his office.

“Thank you,” you mumble, shifting forward to stand.

“Nuh-uh,” Jimin tuts, stopping you in your tracks with a gentle nudge on your shoulder. “That doesn’t mean you’re good to go anywhere, missy. You’re staying here until I finish my work so I can drive you home.”

“But…” you protest, only to have the words die in your throat when he shakes his head firmly. Relenting to his decision, you agree. “Only if I can buy dinner,” you persuade.

“Deal,” Jimin replies with a grin.

---

When the food arrives, you’re mostly done with catching up with your tasks, having worked through most of the evening in silence after Jimin retrieved your laptop from your desk. You didn’t realize you were starving until he returned with a giant white plastic bag’s worth of food. You weren’t sure what he’d like, so you got one of everything, allowing yourself to splurge a little bit after he took care of you that afternoon. Hell, the entire day.

“God, I’m starving,” you comment, closing your laptop to place it on the coffee table in front of you.

Your stomach grumbles louder with each plastic container Jimin opens, the smell of spices mingling deliciously in the air.

“I don’t even know where to start,” he grins, tapping on the plastic plate that was provided in your massive order. “Do you want me to bring the food over to you or can you stand?”

You test your ankle a few times by standing slowly, making sure to put most of your weight on the other leg. Finding your balance is a little tricky, but you’re happy to report that you’re able to at least hobble over to his desk without any chance of falling.

“Careful…” he mumbles as he watches you, arms outstretched as if he’s ready to catch you should you slip and fall. You have no doubt that Jimin would be able to do it too.

“See, I’m fine?” you grin with a roll of your eyes, scooping out some rice and every other side dish that catches your eye.

Jimin joins you on the couch, a hand holding his large stack of food while the other hovers over your elbow despite your protests. As you settled in and began eating, it’s only then that you realized how, dare you say, intimate this was. Of course, you’ve had plenty of company related outings where you end up in a restaurant with just Jimin, but that’s mostly during the day. And here, in his office so late in the evening, the surroundings are akin to a candle-lit dinner, especially since he decided to turn all the lights off aside from his sole table lamp, casting dancing shadows on his face that make your insides flop around while you attempt to focus on your plate instead of his gorgeous face.

When the rest of your dinner has been put away, you’re now left with a limbo in your schedule. On one hand, it’s approaching 9pm, and you still have work tomorrow, so you really should get going, but watching Jimin settle back into his chair, round glasses perched on his nose as he returned to his tasks, you’re reluctant to part from him.

“Do you normally work this late, sir?”

You weren’t paying attention when he had taken off his tie and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, but right now, with the sliver of skin on his chest exposed, he doesn’t look like the CEO you’ve worked under for several years now. In fact, you’re reminded just then that you’re about the same age, still relatively young and fresh-faced, and surely the hours he put in outside of work is the reason why he’s able to attain this prestigious title today. Jimin doesn’t reply to your question right away, mumbling a ‘one moment’ under his breath as he types.

“I don’t normally stay this late,” he sighs, rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses. “But a certain secretary of mine decided to play Sleeping Beauty on me today, so I have a bit more work that needs to be done.”

You open your mouth to apologize, but you’re cut off by his boyish grin. “I’m just kidding,” he teases with a wink.

“Well, umm, I should probably clean up the files since I’m mostly done with what I have to do for tomorrow,” you mutter sheepishly.

“Sure, don’t get hurt this time, all right?”

“That’s cold, sir,” you pout at his teasing grin. “My ankle is still a bit numb from the pain.”

You leave Jimin’s office accompanied by the sound of his sweet laughter, and when the door closes shut behind you, you can’t help but lean against it for a moment, smiling to yourself.

---

You spend way too long picking up the scattered papers from the floor due to your earlier injury. By the time you are done, Jimin appears, peeking his head in to ask how you’re doing. You gesture at the stacks of folders on the nearby table in triumph, proud that you were able to complete such a task.

“Colour me impressed.” Jimin examines the stack of folders in admiration, praising you for a job well done.

“Thank you, but this was the least I could do after making such a mess.”

He hums as he surveys the stack, flipping through the first few pages before placing them back down. “I’ll help you carry these upstairs. I wouldn’t want to be sued for negligence,” he chuckles as he picks up a stack.

Ever considerate, Jimin left you a stack to carry by yourself, so you don’t feel useless. You can only grin as you follow him into the elevators (and you may have stolen a few more glances than usual while you were waiting).

“Ah, look how late it’s gotten,” Jimin comments when the two of you reach his office. The old grandfather clock he keeps in there rings eleven times, but despite the lateness of the evening, you’ve yet to feel tired.

After placing your stack of folders onto his desk, you approach the clock out of curiosity. It stands out of place in the modern-looking office, the ornate swirls on the wood a great contrast to most of the sleek black furniture. It’s the first thing you notice when you first meet Jimin in the office all those years ago. You never had a chance to ask him what it’s about despite being so close… and you realize that tonight was a rare occasion for you to satiate that curiosity of yours.

Your fingers trace the swan etched on the side of the clock, admiring the way it comes alive in the wood, wings spread out as though it’s about to take flight in front of you. “What’s the story about this clock? It looks older than I am.”

Jimin looks up from where he sits, gazing warmly at your profile while you play with a relic from his past. “Oh, him?” he smiles fondly, leaning back on his chair. “He’s been with me for over 200 years or so? I’m surprised he still works, to be honest.”

You can only gape in surprise. “You mean this clock has been in your family for over 200 years?”

A shadow passes over Jimin’s face. “…Not quite,” he mutters, though he’s not sure you heard him. “Anyway, he’s given to me by a friend. It’s the only furniture I carry with me from my house every time I get a grand office to myself,” he gestures at the room, splaying his arms wide.

Your fondness for him grows as he talks wistfully about the clock like it's alive. It suits him, you think, how he treats everyone with such kindness, you’re not surprised that it extends to objects as well. Turning back to face the clock, you sigh, knowing that it probably is time for you to leave if you don’t want to risk being late tomorrow morning.

“Well, if there’s nothing else, sir, I think I’ll get going now.”

Jimin looks at the clock and nods, and to your surprise, he stands up from his desk, placing his glasses on top of his keyboard before offering an arm towards you. “All right, I’ll walk you to your car. It’s awfully late and I don’t want anything to happen to my favourite secretary.”

The compliment makes you laugh, butterflies threatening to burst from your stomach. “I believe I’m your only secretary, sir.”

“Ah, I meant what I said,” he winks.

Just as you’re crossing the threshold of his office, your heels catch on the edge of his rug, sending you tumbling forward with a yelp. You expect your flailing arms to catch yourself when you hit the floor, but the impact never comes because Jimin’s suddenly right there, strong arms holding your waist as his eyes expand in shock.

“Are you all right!?” he half-shouts. “You really should be more careful!”

You can barely listen to his nagging because your hands are pressed on his sculpted chest, a sliver of skin peeking through from where he undid the first two buttons of his dress shirt. Your breath hitches in your throat as you graze the heated skin with your fingertips, and you hear Jimin inhale sharply – whatever words he was uttering caught in his throat as he zeroes in on your hands.

He whispers your name oh-so quietly, caressing every syllable with his tongue, and you slowly bring your eyes to his face. Jimin traps you in his hypnotizing gaze, never letting you break away, not even when your heart pounds so loudly against your ribcage, you’re sure it’s about to breakthrough; not even when your breaths turn into shallow staccatos, your head beginning to swim from the lack of oxygen. You can sense the strong emotion that rests behind those knowing eyes, and as you continue to stare, you wonder if it matches the one you hold in yours.

“Why do you look at me like that?” you murmur.

“Like what?”

“Like you want to kiss me?” You didn’t mean to make it sound like a question, but your voice catches in your throat when Jimin leans in, his eyes drooping close.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” he whispers, lips ghosting over yours, faces merely inches apart.

“Yes.”

The breathless affirmation barely left you when Jimin attaches his lips to yours, kissing you with the same urgency that you’ve felt in your dreams, only this time it’s real. One of his hands travel from your waist to cup the side of your face, his thumb swiping against your cheek. He catches the bottom of your lip with his teeth, tugging it lightly to make you moan against his hold.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he rasps into your skin as he undoes your blouse. “To touch you; to kiss you this way… You’ll be the death of me.” Every word is punctuated with a searing kiss, his lips setting your skin ablaze when he passes by your neck, your jaw, your collarbone.

“Ah—Jimin,” you gasp, tugging the ends of his blonde locks as you wrap your legs around his waist.

Jimin lifts you up with little effort, his mouth never leaving your neck until he sets you down gently on his desk; his things thrown haphazardly on the floor below with a sweep of his arm.

“Beautiful,” he mumbles at your half-naked state. His thumb swipes over a pebbled nipple, causing you to arch your back with a whimper. He lets his nail scratch gently along the sides of your breasts, almost absentmindedly, while he watches your reactions with amusement. “Would you let me see all of you?”

All you can muster is a breathy ‘Please’.

You help him remove the remainders of your clothing to join the mess on the floor, your body shivering as you lay naked on his desk. Jimin hums as he traces your curves with the palm of his hand, until he reaches the apex of your thighs. “Let me take care of you first, yeah?”

With wide eyes, you watch him sink to the floor while his strong hands push your legs apart to reveal your glistening slit. Jimin breathes in deeply as he kisses along your thighs, his lips leaving a trail of reminders before he dives in.

“Jimin…” you whimper as he drags the flat of his tongue along your folds.

Jimin notices the way your spine locks in place when he repeats the action. “Relax for me, sweetheart. I got you.” A hand reaches out from below to intertwine with yours and he gives you a firm squeeze before resuming his task.

He starts out slow – dragging the flat of his tongue across your folds while his remaining hand circles around your entrance. You’re left shaking where you lay, unable to connect your thoughts together to stammer out a coherent sentence. All that’s left in your brain is his name, increasingly becoming permanent with every second that goes by.

When he feels your body relax underneath him, Jimin prods your entrance with his tongue, sinking in and out of your hole as you pulse around him before he replaces it with a finger, and then two. You hiss at the slight burn, squeezing the hand you’re holding into a tight grip.

“Relax,” he reminds you gently, swiping his thumb across your pale knuckles. “Focus on nothing else but me.”

“More…” you mewl, shivering under his grip. “Praise me more.”

Jimin chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief. Instead of a sassy remark, you receive the soothing lilt in his voice. “Good girl,” he whispers. “My good girl. You’re doing so well; look at this cunt greedily sucking me in.”

You’re lavished in praise, though his voice shifts into a deep growl with every coax of his fingers inside you. And when his thumb swipes across your clit, the tight tether you held onto slowly unravels.

“Are you close, sweetheart? God, you’re really tight,” he hisses before replacing his thumb with his mouth. “You’re gonna be a good girl and cum on my fingers, right?”

“Yes,” you breathe, burning like a thousand suns under his attention. “I’m so close!”

“Let go for me. I’m right here,” Jimin reassures you in whispers before silencing himself with your taste.

“Jimin!”

You think you screamed, but you can’t be too sure, not when your body is pulled apart and pieced together as you come undone before him. You’ve never had an orgasm like this – a great abyss threatening to pull you under as the waves slams against your wavering figure repeatedly. Through it all, Jimin drinks your essence, his sleeves soaked through as he continues to thrust into your walls.

“I can’t—not anymore,” you protest weakly.

“You can and you will. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” Your feeble attempts to push his head away stop at his emphasis. “That’s it,” Jimin praises as your hand returns to your side before planting a series of kisses along your folds, “Just relax one more time for me, okay?”

Jimin is by no means gentle this time around, slipping a third finger inside before increasing his pace. His once sweet words morph into growls laced with passion, washing your body aflame with desire. “God, you’re so fucking tight. This tiny cunt can barely fit my fingers, I’m not certain you’ll be able to fit all of me inside,” he grunts. “Do you think you can handle the stretch?”

You can barely keep your eyes open through his taunts, your mind spiralling out of control as you focus on the pleasure derived from his fingers. The answer you give him is intelligible, a choked whine of his name in place of agreement.

“Oh?” Jimin lifts an eyebrow at your state. “Too fucked out to talk already? I’ve barely started,” he chuckles. “What’s wrong, baby?” In his dangerously low voice, the otherwise cute pet name sounds demeaning. “Are my fingers too much for you?”

He tuts in disapproval when a beat lapses without a coherent response. Then, like sweet torture, his pace switches into a snail’s crawl. “I don’t know if you can take me in if you’re this out of it with just my fingers. Squeeze my hand once if you want to continue. Twice if you want to stop.”

“No!” The protest you utter is whiny and grating to your ears, and your attempt to sit up fails when your body refuses to peel itself away from his desk. “Don’t stop, please? So close.” That was… barely a sentence, but you beg silently that it does the job. Remembering his request, you squeeze the hand you’re holding once to reassure him.

Jimin smiles at your resilience. “Okay, but we’ll go slow this time. Ah, ah,” he tuts when you begin to whine. “Slow or not at all. Your choice.”

You grit your teeth at the illusion of choice, but the pace he’s set doesn’t seem so bad at all. With a great sigh, you relent to his wishes. “Slow,” you whisper. “We can go slow. I promise I’ll be good, sir.”

“Sir?” he muses with a raised brow. “Hmm… Well, I do like the sound of that. And what about you? Do you like ‘sweetheart’,” he plants a kiss on your thigh. You shiver. “…’baby’,” another kiss, this time higher, “…’pet’?” Jimin replaces his fingers with his mouth as he makes out with your cunt, his tongue slipping in and out of your pulsing hole. Face soaked with your arousal; he returns his fingers in their rightful place, eyes glinting with mischief as he fucks you slowly. “Or maybe, you prefer something harsher… how about ‘slut’?” Jimin attaches his mouth on your clit, grazing the nub ever-so-gently with his teeth.

Your gasp slips into a moan at the spine-chilling sensation, your eyes rolling back. “Love it—ah! Call me whatever you w-want.”

“My good, pretty slut. So turned on she’s making a mess all over my desk. I’m sure the smell will linger for days,” he chuckles into your skin. “Oh, look at you, clenching hard around my fingers. You like the thought of me walking inside my office tomorrow and thinking of you, huh? I’ve always known you were territorial. Isn’t that why you won’t let me hire a partner for you? Staking your claim as the only person that always has access to me?” At your subtle nod, his smile widens into a mischievous grin. “Looks like I was wrong about you being good. You’re a naughty thing, aren’t you?”

Jimin couldn’t help the taunts coming out from his mouth, the true nature of his being – the need to corrupt – showing itself through the cracks in the control he wields. And you… so responsive, beyond anything he’s ever imagined. Your body is so sensitive that it doesn’t require him to use his powers at all. Maybe the dreams he’s been poisoning you with have taken affect. The thought saddens him somehow. Could this not have happened without the use of his powers after all? Was he nothing without them?

Caught in his thoughts, Jimin doesn’t realize the stutter in his movements. He’s about to apologize when you interrupt him, as you assume that it’s your fault for not responding to his questions. “Sir, please! I swear I’m a good girl. Please don’t stop… I’m so close.”

His spirits lift at the sight of you mewling before him, your body jumping with every crook of his fingers inside. No, he thinks, it’s time for him to focus on you and nothing else, resonating with his earlier advice. He releases a little bit of his power, letting it mingle with the air to heighten your senses. “If you’re so good, cum for me then,” he breathes, drowning you in praise and kisses along your heated skin. “One more time. Let me hear you call my name one more time.”

“Jimin—” you obey, breathless and shaking. “Jimin.”

His name is a prayer etched upon your lips and with every inhale, Jimin’s unaware of the mark he’s left, not just riddled along your skin, but at the very core of your heart. This time, when you come undone, it’s with a blazing inferno, your body calling out to your release and a strong desire for him to be yours.

“That’s it. Let go.”

So, you do. With your heart trapped in your throat, pounding along to the tune of his fingers; with your nails scratching the back of his hand that you’ve held through the entire duration; and with all your adoration, pouring out from every crevice you didn’t know existed in your body.

This time, when you beg him to stop, Jimin listens. He stands to claim your lips sweetly, engulfing them with his, a slow kindling in comparison to before. Your eyes can barely open, but when you manage to peek, you see the knot of concentration resting on his brows. The smile finds its way into the kiss, one that Jimin reciprocates. It doesn’t matter that you can taste your saltiness on his tongue, because all that exists now is Jimin.

Jimin, your attentive boss, who’s always had his team’s best interest in mind.

Jimin, the harmless flirt, who reminds you every day that you’re beautiful when he catches you staring at your reflection in the mirror with a cocky grin.

Jimin, colleague, friend, and hopefully lover.

You intertwine your arms around his neck to pull him deeper, closer, until there’s not an inch of air between your bodies. What you’re doing hardly constitutes as kissing – lips gliding across each other. Exhaustion seeps into your bones, making them heavier than before. When you part, there’s beautiful silence, a serenity created from unspoken words, though there’s a quiet certainty that both parties feel the same way despite their unshared feelings.

“Jimin, I…” you begin to whisper, the confession sitting idly on your tongue. Your lids are heavy, refusing to open despite your desire to see his face. “That was incredible.”

Jimin nuzzles his face on the crook of your neck, breathing you in, sweat and all. “Satisfied?”

You chuckle breathlessly, a shaky hand absentmindedly playing with his hand. “I don’t know if I can stand, injury aside. I’m pretty sure my legs are wobbly.”

“I can always carry you to your car,” he hums. “Better yet, let me take you home.”

“I’d like that very much.”

Jimin helps you up with a firm hand on your back before handing you the clothes he threw earlier on the floor. When your hands are too shaky to loop the buttons of your blouse, he chuckles and takes over, so you take the time to admire his beauty – at the now-messy blonde hair that frames the sides of his face, a complete disarray compared to his normal slicked-back look; at his cheeks, dotted crimson from exertion; and all the way to the satisfied smirk resting on that perfect pout. Oh, you can kiss him all day.

Naturally, your gaze gravitates to his eyes, and you smile when you notice his expanded pupils, how they almost engulf the crimson of his irises that they’re almost black.

…Crimson?

Your hand wraps around his wrist to stop his current task while your eyes search his face for an explanation.

At the death grip circling around his wrists, he stares into your wide eyes with confusion. “Is there something on my face?”

“Red,” is all you say, a whisper of disbelief, but it’s enough for Jimin to connect the dots.

There’s a crack in his carefully constructed façade.

“Shit!” He rips his hands away to turn around and shield his eyes from yours. Jimin has used his power the entire day, and now he’s left spent, an empty battery, unable to erase your memory and change his appearance. He tries to think of an excuse – something to put you at ease for now, but nothing would make sense, and his panicking brain has left the building in lieu of aiding him.

Red. Just like your dreams. The feeling of déjà vu, the heavy fog that puts you to sleep… was it all his doing? Your face pales into horror as you look for an answer in his quaking shoulders. It couldn’t be… right?

“Are you the reason for my dreams?” You had to make sure. He can’t be the reason for it… right? When he doesn’t respond, you leave the desk and approach his figure. “Jimin?”

Just before your hand touches his back, Jimin moves away. “Stay back,” he murmurs in warning. “I… I didn’t want you to find out this way.”

You retract your hand away, but you’re firm in your stance, refusing to move until you have an explanation. “Tell me. Just who are you?”

Jimin struggles with his options. Erasing your memory is the safest bet, but it’s a power he has yet to master. The fickle nature of the magic would mean that he’d risk losing this entire night with you. Going back to your relationship before would be agony. There was no way he’d be able to be the same boss, you’d spy the longing on his face a mile away. No, erasing your memory was not an option… so, what does that leave him?

“The truth.” You voice his thoughts so easily. “I want to know the truth.”

This entire day was all wrong. You weren’t supposed to find out so soon. He figured he could hide his true nature a little longer, but now any hopes of a relationship with you have been thrown out the window… all because he couldn’t maintain his control over his powers. Stupid. So, stupid. He’d have to relocate, so he doesn’t have to see your face.

The soft call of his name breaks him from his thoughts, like a hand reaching out into the darkness. In his agony, he accepts your help, which means turning around to face you.

To face the truth.

A gasp leaves your lips. And then he begins.

“I’m not human, though I don’t doubt you’ve probably figured it out.” Jimin offers a rueful smile that you don’t reciprocate. You clamp your lips to avoid interrupting, letting him explain from the very beginning.

Your mind whirls with information about supposed mythical beings of old. When you ask how long he’s walked the earth, he winces. “Too long,” Jimin mumbles, but doesn’t delve further into the matter. You don’t broach the subject either. Jimin explains that he’s an incubus, who feasts on dreams to regain energy, but he swears he only takes a little at a time and that it hasn’t affected any of his previous targets.

You skirt over the fact that there’s been others before you. It makes sense, but the ugly green monster that rears its head is less rational than you are.

“So, your previous… targets,” your lips curl in disgust at the word, “don’t remember their dreams… Why do I remember mine?”

Jimin shrugs and stays silent, though you have a feeling it’s not from lack of knowledge.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” you whisper with regret.

Though he isn’t surprised by your decision, his heart breaks all the same. He hangs his head in shame, letting the curtain of his hair shield you from his tears. Of course, you’d feel cheated; manipulated. Any rational human would assume so – that their emotions are completely fabricated because of his powers, even he couldn’t be deluded enough to believe the possibility of your feelings to be genuine. Yet, your next words bring a flutter of hope in his heart.

“10… 15 years will go by like a blink of an eye and everyone will begin to wonder why you haven’t changed.” You shake your head, not in disbelief, but to rid the thoughts of a domestic life ahead with him as you begin to lay the foundation of a wall around your heart. “And if we have kids…” That’s a delusion too far in the future, but you’d be lying to say you hadn’t thought of it. You shake your head once. Firmly. Discarding all hopes of a future with Jimin.

When you lift your head to apologize for a final time, you’re surprised to find him amused instead of grief-stricken.

“What?”

Jimin can hardly contain his excitement. “So… your only problem is time-related? That I won’t grow old with you?”

Was he insinuating that your concerns are stupid? “Okay, Mr. Demon,” you scowl. “What other problems should I be worried about?”

He chuckles quietly before reaching out, the tips of his fingers brushing against your cheek. Your body turns rigid, and you’re hardly breathing. With a wicked grin, he whispers, “How about the fact that I have the ability to compel you to serve me? Haven’t you considered that I, a demon, may be dangerous?”

This time, it’s your turn to laugh. Through your heaving breaths, you manage to see the pout on his face, which only makes you laugh harder. “Jimin,” you chuckle, wiping your tears with the palm of your hand. “I have no doubt that you would have done it already if you wanted to. So, yes, I’m more worried about the time thing.”

“Does that mean…” he whispers, hopeful. “Does that mean you want to grow old with me?”

“Yes. I mean no! I mean—”

“Please,” he cuts you off. “The truth.”

It isn’t fair how he used your words against you, but you answer him anyway. “I don’t know if we should jump into talking about marriage so quickly,” you mumble, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “I mean! We’re not even dating yet.”

“Then be my girlfriend.”

You must be hearing things. “What?”

Jimin takes a step towards you, his palm now fully resting against your cheek. “I mean it. If your only issue is time, I already have a solution. I gave up my immortality a year ago now,” he confesses. His crimson eyes hold the same intense yearning you’re too familiar with: of sleepless nights alone, and of unsatisfactory touches from strangers. “I would’ve explained everything to you if you hadn’t found out today, but, I guess this is sort of fate?”

“I meant what I said,” he murmurs. “In all my time on this earth, I’ve never met someone like you, and I don’t think I’ll meet another after you either. That’s why it must be you. Even an immortal being dies eventually, and I’d rather choose my way of ‘going’, so to speak.”

Jimin lets the words sink in, waiting patiently for your response. “You meant it all?” you parrot, stunned at the confession. “How long have you been… interested in me?” Was it too early to say ‘love’? Depending on his answer, you assume so.

“When you introduced yourself five years ago in this office,” he sighs wistfully, stealing a glance at his door like he’s relieving the memory. “All I’ve wanted to do was to touch you;” he leans in, face inching closer.

“To kiss you;” he whispers as his lips mould against yours.

“To hold you.” Jimin wraps you up in an embrace, holding you tightly in his arms. In your ears, he whispers, a final confession that eases all your worries. “I want to grow old with you.”

The sincerity in his voice brings you to tears, and you let them fall, soaking the white of his shirt grey.

“Hey, hey, are you crying? Did I say something wrong? Please don’t cry…” Jimin frets, lowering himself to hook his chin on your shoulder, so he could squeeze you tighter.

You nuzzle further into his chest with a teary chuckle. “N-No. Nothing’s wrong. Just happy.”

“Good,” he mumbles before planting a soft kiss on your cheek. “Although now that I think about it, I haven’t heard your response.”

“What do you mean?”

“Have you forgotten already?” he chuckles. “I asked you to be my girlfriend.”

“More like demanded,” you snicker. “But yes, I’d love nothing more, but you’re going to have to prove yourself to me first.”

Jimin lights up at your response, the ruby in his eyes glowing bright despite the dim light. “Of course, anything you ask, I’ll do it. I’ll show you every day that my feelings are genuine.”

He then proceeds to hold up his pinkie towards you. “As long as you promise to stay with me?”

With a laugh, you join your pinkie with his, sealing the promise with a final kiss.

“I do.”

moon's notes: i didn't include sex in this because i'm kind of bored of writing it tbh? but i will have a drabble out sometime next week for this couple because i love them so so much! what do you think about the dulce somnii universe so far? do you like it? what theories do you have for the other members 👀

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