The Duality Of Park Jimin #1

The Duality of Park Jimin #1

==>When you cut your finger:

Scene A

You: *accidentally cuts finger while chopping vegetables*

Jimin: OMG!!! Y/N!!! *throws away the knife and immediately wraps a bandage around your finger as cautiously as possible* This should help :3

Scene B

You: *accidentally cuts finger while chopping vegetables*

Jimin: *grabs your wrist and licks-off the blood oozing out from the finger with utmost skill before finally wrapping a bandage around it* This should help ;}

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Loving Him [2]

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Romance

Pairing: Badboy Jimin X Reader

Summary: Loving someone who doesn’t return it is caustic and yet you are unable to stop yourself from falling deeper and deeper for this enigmatic man you came across one warm summer.

Rating: M

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Part 2

You sit across from him at the kitchen counter of your house, sipping on your freshly-prepared mug of coffee. The beautiful boy however, remains unmoving, his plump-lips pressed together in a thin line, his eyes just as empty as everything else about his stoic posture. The mug of coffee in his hand keeps losing its warmth by every passing second, left completely untouched. Periodically, his lean fingers graze at the little coffee beans imprinted on the mug, sweat trickling down his brow. The young man is far too lost in his sorrows— sorrows that you know absolutely nothing about.

You shouldn’t have done this. Inviting a complete stranger to your house isn’t the best way to help them open-up and become amiable. But you live really close to the park and so, you decided to do so anyways.

Moments pass..

..and yet, the young man named Park Jimin doesn’t even spare you a glance. Moreover, he stares at nothing in particular, his vision clouded by despair. And just as the negative aura surrounding his form begins seeping its way into your being, you release a breath you didn’t realise you had been holding in for a minute now.

“Jimin-”

The boy immediately snaps out of his trance-like state and looks-up at you with his dead, brown eyes. His gaze narrows slightly and his lips quiver as if to chide you about something but a loud, clattering noise interrupts him. Both of you tilt your head towards the floor, realising that the mug in his hand had slipped and fallen the same instant you had called his name. It takes you a moment to motion your legs and pick-up the broken pieces from the floor. Another to notice that some of the hot beverage has splashed all over his hands.

“Oh no!” You gasp out. Within a breath, you grab a piece of cloth and soak it in cold water. But just as your hands move towards his burning wrists, he flinches away, almost as if he is scared of physical contact.

A sigh leaves your lips and you glance right into his afraid, wide eyes. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

He lowers his head when he realises how rude he must’ve looked and mumbles out a soft ‘sorry’. You shake your head, thinking that his sadness must’ve caused him to behave this way. Giving him a small smile, you speak, “Its fine. Things like these happen- OH MY GOD!!”

You are unable to hide the shock on your face when you take note of the warm tears that have started flowing down his cheeks. “What’s wrong?” You ask him the dumbest question ever and unfortunately, the barrier he had constructed around his muddled-up emotions comes crashing down and he begins sobbing hard, his shoulders shaking violently as tears continuously roll down his puffy cheeks. You watch as he unceremoniously wipes his face with the white sleeves of his shirt and looks at you.

You know that this isn’t exactly the time to be checking-out a guy and yet for reasons unknown, even his tear-stricken face appears beautiful to you. Though at the same time, you want his suffering to stop. You want to wipe out all his tears and if possible take the pain onto yourself. You have no idea about why you are feeling such strongly towards a guy you met just a while ago but still, you feel something for him— something inexplicably intense.

“I’m sorry, I just..” He stops midway, sobbing again. Invading his personal space, you move closer, placing both your palms over each one of his shoulders. He stops for an instant, staring expectantly at you. And the way he gazes at you with his swollen, red eyes makes you uneasy. It feels as if he wants to hear something specific from you— something even he isn’t sure of. And so, for the first time since bumping into him, you say the words that any person in distress deserves to hear.

“It’ll be alright.” You utter, barely above a whisper. Still, he manages to hear and nods like an innocent child who has lost something..something that he is hoping to find in you..

You shift even closer, one of your palms now stroking his back gently in order to ease his tense muscles. Instinctively, his body relaxes at the soft gesture and he lets his head rest in the crook of your neck, his tears beginning to stain your skin. His sobbing slows down a little and he wraps his arms around you, his mind and body seeking comfort from you. And you comply to his plea without any complaints or demands.

A/N: Sorry for another short chapter. I promise that the coming chapters will be longer and way more angsty..

BTW, this chapter is full of so damn many ‘SOMETHING’s. Did anyone notice? :3

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My Guardian Kitty [2]

Genre: Romance/Angst/Smut

Pairing: Shape-shifter Jimin X Human Reader

Summary:

Y/N is just another ordinary college student. One evening she comes across a wounded black cat and decides to pick it up. Trouble ensues when the cat suddenly transforms into a man. And an extremely good-looking man at that, who behaves like a cat but claims to be her guardian.

Rating: M

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Chapter 2

Y/N’s P.o.V.

With the beginning of the downpour, you increased your pace, the small cat safely curled in your arms. Because of the puddles all over the sidewalks, it took you really long to reach the apartments.

The apartment that you live in is a 5-storey building consisting of a total of 8 dorms on each floor. Your dorm is on the second floor along with four other girls who happen to be your friends. All of you decided to buy the dorms and move in to this apartment together. You are lucky that apart from your 5 occupied dorms, the whole floor is vacant.

The minute you arrived and began climbing up the stairs towards the second floor, you made sure to do so with as little noise as possible. It's not that you enjoy behaving like a burglar; its just that amongst your group of girls, you are known to be the most unsociable being. You leave for college every morning and return to your dorm as soon as the classes get over. Hanging out with your classmates is a rare sight. So if you ever arrive late, all your friends including the landlords come over to check up on you. With nimble steps, you reached your dorm, unlocked the door and walked in, your breaths relaxing only when you were inside.

You looked down at the small feline in your arms and found that he didn't appear to be as comfortable as he should've been. Kicking-off your converses and your backpack over your beanbag, you rushed to your bedroom with the cat. There, you laid him on the floor-mat and immediately went to the washroom to prepare a warm bath. As the water filled up into the bathtub,you removed your contact-lenses as they had began hurting your eyes and put on your glasses instead.

A clicking sound was heard at the same time and you realised that in your haste you had completely forgotten to lock the door of your dorm. Great!

Before you could even question who the uninvited guest was, a soft voice called, "Ma'am?"

There's only one person in this whole wide world who addresses you with such formality even when you ask her not to– Katie. She is a junior at your college and the only member in your girl squad who is a year younger. She is very sweet, mischievous and all sorts of weird just like you. She is like the sister you never had and you love treating her like one but she just doesn't let go of the formality.

"It'd be really nice if you stop with all the respect shit. It makes me feel like an old woman when I'm only an year older." you told her as you walked out of your bedroom to greet her.

She gave her usual apologetic smile and ignored your words entirely like she always does. "You missed the tea." She informed you.

Oh yes! Every evening after your classes are over,you and your friends prepare tea and enjoy it with cookies or tarts. Today you missed it because of a wounded kitty you found under a park bench and..oh god! The cat!

You scurried back to the washroom and Katie followed you in confusion. The warm water was already spilling out of the overfull tub and was pooling around the whole place. You quickly closed the tap and picked up the kitten, who seemed to have passed out due to the pain. Katie was shocked and befuddled but instead of questioning you right away, she helped you out with the cleaning of the small being. Together you both cleaned his wounds and applied salve wherever you could. After doing everything you knew about basic first aid, Katie began google-searching for a vet in the vicinity while you tried to feed some milk to the unconscious cat.

When you visited the vet, he did the regular check-ups on the cat before handing him back to you. The doctor pulled out a pen and began jotting down a number of prescriptions along with some nursing recommendations.

"How long has he been like this?" the doctor asked.

"You mean unconscious? For about 30-40 minutes I guess." you answered.

The man nodded, asking another question, "When did he get these wounds?"

At that, you glanced around uncomfortably before answering, "I just found him at a park a few hours ago. Um..he was already injured when I found him."

"I see." He responded with another stiff nod as he scribbled something more on the paper.

Katie, who had been spectating the whole scene in silence spoke-up anxiously, "Is there something wrong, Doctor?"

The man shook his head, "No miss. It's just.." he scratched his neck nervously before continuing, "..normally such a severely wounded cat wouldn't have survived this long. This cat should've died two hours ago. It's really a rare happening that this little one managed to struggle through the pain and live."

Both Katie and you nodded in understanding as you stroked the cat sleeping in your lap. You remembered how you had almost made-up your mind to leave him alone under that old bench. Now, you feel like patting yourself for changing your mind and picking him up because this small decision of yours has actually saved his life.

You paid the vet and the instant you walked out of the hospital, Katie began firing her queries at you. You knew this would happen. You just hadn't prepared yourself for this. She asked for all sorts of details– how and where you found him, why you picked him up, why you haven't told about this to anyone, yada  yada yada..

Having found a cute little cat to show-off to your girlfriends sounds really tempting but this little thing is still healing-up so it'll be best for him to not have many visitors. You don't think that you need to tell about him to your other friends just yet. Atleast, not until you find a proper name for him. Thus, you explained everything about how you found this cat to Katie as you two walked back to your apartment building and requested her to keep this a secret. She agreed like the good little sisterly-friend that she is when it comes to listening to you and you flashed her a thankful smile. On your floor, you waved each-other goodbyes as you left for your respective dorms.

Your whole dorm was a mess as you aren't a very responsible person but since sleeping and lazying around are your favourite activities, you make sure to keep your bed clean. The cat was still asleep so you cautiously lay him down on one side of your queen-sized bed and pulled the blanket over him. Afterwards, you took a shower and wore your favourite long t-shirt over your underwear. It's more comfortable this way.Your backpack was still in the living area so you brought it back to your bedroom, pulled out your assignments, put on your glasses and sat down at your study table, the thoughts of naming this new little being lingering in your head. Hmmm..maybe you'll ask Namjoon-oppa for help.

A/N: This is it so far. Hope you guys are enjoying it..X3

Jimin will probably make an appearance by chapter 4 or 5.

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Jimin Imagines #1

Imagine Jimin accidentally scraping himself during his boxing practice and then pouting at you, asking for a ‘kiss it all better’.

You shake your head at his antics and bend down to kiss his knuckles anyway. But right when your lips are about to do so, he glides one of his arm along your nape, his fingers disappearing into your hair as he lowers you towards his own lips. His eager tongue licks across the cavern of your mouth and you hesitantly give in.

When he finally breaks the kiss to let you have a breath of air, you see him puckering his lips at you as he speaks hoarsely, “I’m all good now.”

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Yes ♥

Jimin’s new found confidence in himself.

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