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03. (play) date | snowed in • pjm

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pairing: jimin x reader word count: 1.666 genre: fluff, romance rating: pg15 warnings: none au: single parents trope: neighbours to lovers tags: single dad!jimin, journalist!reader crosspost: ao3

summary: what was supposed to be a playdate for jia and bo ends up being a nice surprise to jimin and Y/N

A/N: to celebrate my 2nd armyversary and the fact that i have been inspired lately, here’s chapter three. yay!! i’m trying my best to keep it cute and not so angsty while maintaining an interesting backstory for both main characters. happy reading!

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“Okay, so what’s the number one rule?” Jimin asked, hands on his hips.

“Behave!” Jia imitated him.

“Right” he smiled, “And the second?”

“Don’t squeeze Bo” she looked at her feet, feeling suddenly sad about this specific rule. She didn’t understand why, after all, Bo was very fluffy.

“That’s my girl” Jimin stroked his daughter's cheek before turning and picking up the plate of fresh-baked cookies from the kitchen island. "Let’s go? Open the door for me, angel"

Jia had gone only on a few playdates, heck maybe just two, but Jimin knew the importance of socializing and, although he was too shy to make small talk with other parents, he had full confidence in his daughter's outgoing personality.

He didn't know why he was so nervous all of a sudden. Meeting new people seemed intimidating at first, but Jimin knew he had a natural charisma. So, it didn't make sense to be feeling like that and for a new neighbor of all people. A beautiful neighbor, by the way, but he refrained from thinking about that.

Five steps later, Jimin and Jia were in front of Y/N's door and the little girl looked up impatiently, subtly asking her father with huge eyes if she could knock on the door, to which he nodded.

“Yes?” a muffled voice asked.

“It’s Jia!!” the girl says excitedly “and daddy!!”

As soon as Y/N opened the door, it was clear that her excitement level was the same as Jia's, "Oh, hello!" But before father and daughter could even say a word, the lovely hostess turned around and announced, "Hey Bo, you have a guest!"

Bo runs out of the bedroom towards his owner and seems to immediately recognize the new friend.

“Bo!!!” Jia lets go of Jimin’s hand and runs past through Y/N, throwing herself on the ground and petting the dog’s belly.

“Jia!” Jimin calls, a bit embarrassed. “The rules” he adds.

“Don’t worry about it!” Y/N smiled over to Jia and Bo, then to Jimin, instantly noticing the plate in his right hand, “What you got there?”

“Well, I thought you guys might get hungry so I baked some cookies”

“Dad of the year!” she raised her eyebrows jokingly.

Jimin laughed, “I’m trying to”

“Please, come in!” she grabbed the plate.

“Thank you” Jimin said, looking around as Y/N closed the door, “Great place!”

“Thanks, I like it too”

“I must confess, seeing the exact same layout as my apartment but not actually my furniture is weird”

“I bet” Y/N chuckled, unwrapping the foil that covered the cookies, “Would you like something to drink?” she tilted her head towards the fridge.

“Whatever you’re having is fine” Jimin softly replied.

Not that he thought Y/N wouldn't offer him anything, but he didn't expect it either if that makes any sense. This is why he was very surprised when she kneeled down next to Jia and Bo and heard her say, “Hi guys! Wanna drink anything?”

“Juice!” Jia answered, after thinking for a couple of seconds.

“Okay, juice for Jia and for you Mr. Bo?” Y/N asked seriously, making the dog bark once “Water? Great. Coming right up”

This little scene made Jimin smile (again — what was going on?). His daughter played happily with the dog, not a single worry in the world, and it was such a common scene, so domestic. A scene he'd dreamed about for as long as he wanted to become a dad and, well, he didn't think it would come true. Not so soon, anyway.

“Thanks for doing this” he said.

“It’s my pleasure” the tone he used caught Y'N's attention, making her stop in front of the fridge, hand on the door handle, “I’ve been working so much and Bo hasn't gotten much attention” she admitted with a little bit of bitterness in her voice.

“What do you do?” Jimin's curiosity took over as Y/N picked up the beverages.

“I’m a journalist for the Korea Herald” Y/N walked over to Jia, delivering her the bottle of juice and then proceeding to put water in Bo’s bowl.

“Wow, smart” Jimin widened his eyes, pausing for a second, wondering if it would be okay to ask more specific stuff. Once Y/N got up, he continued, “What do you write about?”

“Life&Style” she poured him a glass of iced tea.

“Do you like it?” the questions were falling off Jimin’s lips.

“It’s fun” she answered after a pause, making Jimin scrunch his nose, “I like it but it’s not what I like like” she explained, handing him the glass.

Jimin reached out and took a sip. “So what do you like like then?”

“Music” Y/N face blushed as if this was a forbidden topic or a deep secret she never revealed to anyone before. Both were wrong guesses though, yet Jimin was pleasantly surprised by the beautiful stranger.

“Really?” he said, now lost in admiration.

Music was everything to Jimin. It was not only his profession but a gift, his calling. Alongside being a father, making music was his greatest achievement. Composing songs, turning feelings into melodies, and encapsulating specific moments for eternity filled him with tremendous pride and satisfaction. Music was what helped him overcome life’s most challenging trials. Music saved his life.

“Yeah” Y/N nodded, feeling an instant connection to Jimin, “Ever since I was a child music has been a very important part of my life and I can talk about it for hours” she sipped a bit of tea before continuing “I much rather be paid to write about it for hours, but still...”

“Why don’t you?”

“That’s a story for another puppy play date” she said biting a cookie.

“Deal” he gave her a kind smile. An ‘I understand where you’re coming from’ smile.

“Hum…” Y/N paused, “These are incredible, Jimin” she said with her mouth full, pointing to the plate.

“Thank you! It’s Jia’s mom recipe” he answered proudly.

Y/N felt downright embarrassed, unable to pinpoint the exact reason why. Perhaps it was the presumption that Jimin wasn't a married man but instead just a single father. My God, what would his wife think of all this? Why is she not here? Does she know he and Jia are out with a (very) single woman?

Jimin felt Y/N's discomfort and decided to intervene.

“She’s not in our lives anymore”

“Oh” Y/N puts the cookie down, still feeling somewhat uncomfortable, like she was about to cross a line.

“It’s okay” Jimin comically shrugged, “It’s a story for another puppy play date”

“Deal” Y/N chuckled, relieved that the subject was over.

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The afternoon went by quicker than expected and Jimin and Y/N kept their conversation light and casual. The connection between the two of them was obvious, but neither of them was willing to admit that or to delve into a specific subject, much less ask deep questions about childhood, relationships, or family. Their walls were up.

For someone who didn't like small talk, Jimin felt comfortable with the way Y/N was leading the conversation. And for someone who loved to talk, Y/N felt at ease by having Jimin as a patient and attentive listener.

Jia on the other hand had an absolute blast with Bo and was currently sleeping on the couch with him right next to her.

Y/N looked over her shoulder after noticing it was quiet for too long and immediately pouted at the scene, “Okay, that might be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life”

“Right?” beamed, “Sometimes I can’t believe she’s mine, you know? I’m a lucky guy”

Y/N turned to Jimin, watching him carefully as he stared lovingly at his daughter. There was peace in his expression. To her, Jia was the lucky one to have such a caring father, which was quite the opposite experience she had with her own dad.

Y/N's father wasn't bad, he just wasn't involved in her life. He never made a point of participating, teaching, or helping. Y/N's mother blamed his work, justified his absence with the "he's supporting our family" speech. As an adult and after years of therapy, Y/N understood that her father never wanted to be a father in the first place and that he saw her and her sister as a social obligation. Not that he didn't love his wife or his daughters - he did, in his own way - but they were never his priority.

Jia, however, was Jimin's priority and that made Y/N happy.

“That’s my cue to leave” Jimin got up from the kitchen stool.

“Are you sure?” Y/N got up as well, “You guys can stay a bit more. She’s sleeping so good” she pointed to Jia.

“Thank you though but it’s already her bedtime anyway, and I gotta catch up with some work”

“Okay, yeah”

Jimin then proceeded to the living room, gently approached the couch, and wrapped his daughter in his arms, lifting her off. The way the girl clung around her dad made Y/N tear up. There was something so intimate about that gesture that she felt like she wasn't supposed to see it. But she did. And she liked it. She was moved by how powerful a tiny little movement could be, what it meant between the two of them. Jia trusted Jimin.

“Let me get the door for you” Y/N whispered

With Jia across his chest, head resting on his shoulders, Jimin smiled, “Thanks again, Y/N”

“Anytime!” Y/N lightly ran her fingers through Jia's hair straightening her little bangs. “Tell Jia Bo had a lot of fun too”

“I will. Goodnight”

“Goodnight” Y/N silently closed the door and leaned against it. Bo came and nudged her leg with his head, whining a little, asking for attention.

“Yeah buddy, I liked them too”

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𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 ❤ 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝗸! 𝗶 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

[+18] the dinner • knj one shot

pairing: namjoon x reader

word count: 1.888

genre: smut

rating: +18 | explicit

warnings: strong language, teasing, dirty talk, praise kink, creampie, couch sex, masturbation, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, exhibitionism (?)

au: slice of life

trope: establish relationship

tags: shameless smut, boyfriend!namjoon

crosspost: ao3

summary: the thought of having Namjoon fuck me hard while everyone else was downstairs, and could look up at any time and catch both of us, had my pussy throbbing.

☆ disclaimer: this is a work of fiction taken from the depths of my imagination, which takes place in an alternative universe (AU) and has no real connection with people, places or organizations. everything you will read is fictional and created by me. i do not authorize its reproduction, translation or publication, partially or entirely © mrsparknamjoon

♡ A/N: i've been feeling very honry these past few days so i had to let it out lmao. this was supposed to be a drabble but i obviously got carried away hehe. hope you guys like it, it's been a while since i wrote anything, especially smut :')

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We’re at Hoseok’s dinner party and the wine is starting to make me feel slutty. Namjoon has his right hand on my thigh as he chats with Jimin about some vacation anecdote, and all I can think about is fingers slightly trailing upwards, finding my lace thong, and then pressing my clit under this very gorgeous and expensive dress. I'm so wet, he would be thoroughly impressed.

As soon as I spot the perfect pause in their conversation, I lean in and whisper, "I'll be right back," to which Namjoon nods with a smile. Oh, his smile. That's another thing that turns me on. He has so many different ones. One for every occasion and two especially for me. The one enamored, sweet, and totally devoted and the other smug, sexy and kinda intimidating one, as if I'm his prey. With both, I feel like the most special (slash) desired girl in the world. But right this second, as I cross the lawn towards the main house, I feel like the horniest girl in the world. I just need him.

Hoseok's house was new and I hadn’t had the chance to visit it yet, so I end up losing track of time as I walk through the rooms, noting every detail of the decor, from the carefully framed photos by the fireplace to the KAWS sculptures in different sizes. His office was located above the living room, accessed by a discreet staircase next to a bookcase filled with movies, games, and souvenirs from around the world.

On the far right, where there was supposed to be a wall there was actually glass. The biggest window I’ve ever seen in my life, going from the ceiling down to the floor in the living room underneath. It was a stupendous view of the garden and also the Seoul skyline. I was so mesmerized that Namjoon's voice startled me a bit when he entered and enveloped me in a tight hug.

“Hi” he kissed my shoulder, “I was looking everywhere for you, baby”

“This place has a nice view, huh?” I stroked his forearms and linked my hands with his.

His grip tightened, “Our place has a nice view too”

“I know, I was just wondering” I took a tiny step back, slightly brushing my ass over his cock so he would get the message.

I felt his smile forming. “Wondering what?” he pressed his full body against mine.

“Why don’t you just fuck me right here, in front of all these people?”

The thought of having Namjoon fuck me hard while everyone else was downstairs, and could look up at any time and catch both of us, had my pussy throbbing.

“Is that what you want?” he asked while slowly kissing my neck, tongue leaving marks wherever it traced.

My God, it felt so good. His lips burned my skin in an incredible way and I could only moan in response, “Yeah”

“As much as I would love to press you against this glass right now,” Namjoon’s hands now gripped both sides of my waist, “and fuck you until you beg for me to slow down,” he moved his hips forward, making me feel his hard on, “I rather not give everyone down there the satisfaction of hearing your moans”

“They’re far away. They’re not gonna hear, Joon”

“Baby, I know how vocal you can be” he let out an honest laugh, lips touching my earlobe, and couldn’t help but giggle like a teenage girl because it was true. I wasn't a dramatic or loud person, to be honest, but when we fucked I had an insane need to let it all out. The world had to know Kim Namjoon was giving to me real good.

“Please? I need you” I whined, reaching my head behind and grabbing his nape.

“Even if you be quiet, they’ll see your pussy dripping and that’s just for my eyes and cock only” he traced his left hand down my thigh and then up again until he reached under my breast. That fucker knew it was a sensitive spot for me. My nipples immediately got hard.

“If you fuck me from behind they won’t” I tugged his hair a bit more with my hand to show how impatient I was, “My dress will cover up”

“Oh, you’re naughty today” he slapped my ass, “Come here”

Namjoon pulled me by the hand, leading the way to the brown leather sofa Hoseok had in the middle of the office. It was the perfect compromise. I could still see everyone outside but the chance of them spotting us was definitely lower.

After he sat on it, he gestured for me to straddle him and that's exactly what I did, but not without first teasing him with the side slit on my gorgeous green satin silk backless dress.

First, I walked up to him, squeezing and pinching my breasts. Namjoon's lustful eyes never left mine. I knew he wanted to look down, but I also knew that direct contact like that turned him on more. It was intimidating and sensual. I felt completely naked.

When I was only inches away, I reached out, grabbed his right hand, and placed it on my thigh, dragging it in towards my wet core. The moment his fingers found my aching bud I shivered and closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation. It was electric.

As Namjoon rubbed his thumb up and down, I came out of my reverie and stared down at him, sinking into his lap and taking his face in my hands for a passionate kiss. His arms then trailed my thighs until they found my ass, where his hands gripped me firmly.

The mix between his cock twitching under me and his tongue exploring mine was an addictive cocktail of sensations. I was feeling him everywhere. My body was his.

“I don’t know if I can wait anymore” I said completely out of breath, pressing my forehead against his.

“Don’t” he swept his thumb across my bottom lip, “I’m yours, baby”

I smiled and traced my hand between us, feeling Namjoon's body until I reached his length. He hissed. I palmed him from side to side, up and down, fingers desperately now moving up to undo the belt.

"Next social event you're not allowed to wear a belt" I frowned after a couple of unsuccessful tries.

Namjoon laughed, "Deal"

I scooched back a little and properly did it with two hands as he watched me with an amused expression.

"Stop it! You're ruining the mood" I pecked his lips.

"You look cute when you're drunk"

"I'm not cute" I say, finally freeing his cock and moving my panties to the side, "Not tonight" and positioned the tip at my entrance, gently pressing his chest with my hand as I take it inch by inch.

Namjoon's back hits the leather cushion and he starts to relax. His left hand is still on my ass and the other one is now making her way to my pussy.

"Fuck, Y/N"

"You like that?" I whisper as his thumb starts to make small circles on my clit and begin riding him slowly.

"Yes, fuck yes" Namjoon closes his eyes in complete bliss.

My moves are just right. Back and forth, interspersed with large circles. I wanted it to last as long as possible. His lips then found my torso and left wet kisses all over it until his hand lowered the neckline of my dress and his tongue found my aching left nipple. My hand came up through Namjoon's hair with a hard grip at the crown, resting my elbow on his shoulder. A sign from me for him not to stop.

Namjoon pinched my clit and switched to my other breast, making me lean back in pleasure. My hands found his knees for support, allowing me to pick up the pace and bounce a bit faster. His mouth then moved to my sternum and both his hands came up to hold me steady by the waist. His cock was starting to hit that special place and I could feel the sweat coat my skin.

“Mmmmh, right there, Joon” I moaned, louder than expected.

“Shit, you’re squeezing me so tight, baby”

“Yeah?” my hands moved to his shoulders and I propped up to gaze into his eyes “You feel so good”

“I want you to cum all over my cock” his hands slapped my ass, hard and I changed the movement, now rolling my hips. I was almost there and it was the perfect time to tease him again.

“Make me”

Namjoon's eyes darkened and the rhythm of the thrusts increased. I leaned forward, holding the back of the couch and letting him take control. From where I was, I could see everyone at the dinner table. The little lights lit among the trees. Oh, how I wanted them to listen to us. The beautiful skin slapping symphony. The wet and sloppy love sounds our bodies rhythmically made. Fuck, I wanted to scream so bad, but instead, I lowered my tone and moaned just for him "Harder, baby. I'm cumming"

“Take that, huh” he thrusted, hard, and slowed down before doing it again, “Good girl”

And then I felt light-headed. The most wonderful sensation took over my body as Namjoon helped me ride my high.

“Cum for me, baby”

I felt complete, exhilarated, and soaked as my legs jerked uncontrollably. His juices started to mix with mine and were now on their way to the couch (sorry Hoseok!) so I separated our bodies for a second and softly kissed Namjoon's lips.

Even after all this time, I still feel like we're still getting to know each other. Every time feels new, exciting, and awesome. Namjoon makes me feel powerful and sexy but also seen and needed. He brings so much security to our relationship that allows me to let go and be as free as I want. When I'm around him I'm not shy, I'm not nervous, I'm not hesitant. I'm me.

“Wow” he broke the kiss, “That was 100% in our top 5 fucks”

“Absolutely” I winked as I got off his lap.

“That time on the beach is still number one to me, but I feel like today was a solid third place. Don’t you think?” Namjoon asked, handing me a box of tissues that was on the side table next to us.

“Uh…” I started wiping myself and fixing my underwear. “I guess so. We could have gone for number one, but you weren't paying attention to my signals over dinner” I stood up, tossed the tissue on the bin, and fixed my dress.

“Hey!!”

“It’s true” I laughed, “Also, you have cum all over your pants”

“And who's fault is that?” he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Mine!” I pointed to myself, “Which is why I’m raiding Hobi’s closet for you”

“You wh-”

I kissed Namjoon to stop him from talking, “I’ll be back in a sec.”

“Y/N” he called, as I was about to get down the stairs, making me look over the shoulder, “I love you” he smiled, and it was that one enamored, sweet, and totally devoted.

“I love you” I smiled back at him, giving my warm, joyful, and equally devoted one.

hangsang • myg one shot

𝘨𝘪𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘢-𝘴𝘴𝘪 | 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 :)

pairing: yoongi x reader

word count: 1.268

genre: light angst with a sprinkle of fluff

rating: pg-15

warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, implied mental health issues, kissing

au: slice of life 

trope: established relationship

tags: musician!yoongi, boyfriend!yoongi

summary: on a particular difficult day, while feeling at your absolute lowest, you confess to yoongi he would be better off without you

☆ disclaimer: this is a work of fiction taken from the depths of my imagination, which takes place in an alternative universe (AU) and has no real connection with people, places or organizations. everything you will read is fictional and created by me. i do not authorize its reproduction, translation or publication, partially or entirely © mrsparknamjoon

♡ A/N: i wrote this after being obsessed with THIS song for a few weeks and toying with the idea of the calm and centered yoongi reacting to his girlfriend feeling insecure about herself. sometimes we all let our anxiety get the better of us and end up letting the voices in our heads bring our self-esteem down. this is a oneshot dedicated to all the beautiful ppl out there who are currently struggling with self-acceptance <3 hope you like it

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special shout-out and major thank you to miss ella (@ lovelytaes-blog) for beta reading this for me and making such great suggestions. i appreciate you, love! ^_^

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It was Sunday afternoon, you and Yoongi were on his couch looking for another movie to watch. The last time you'd seen each other was well over two weeks ago, and this would be the only weekend between your business trips and his vacations that you’d be able to see each other while he was staying at his parent’s house.

You've been together for three months, but the last few weeks had been extra difficult. You began considering all the pros and cons of continuing to see each other. As much as you kept reminiscing about the wonderful moments you two spent together or how great and safe Yoongi made you feel, it was impossible not to let the crushing fear of the reality of your situation creep into your heart.

Unable to hold it any longer and forcing yourself to swallow the lump in your throat, as soon as Yoongi got up to get more popcorn, you blurted out the affirmation that had been consuming you day and night.

“You’d be better off with someone else”

“What?” he stopped and looked down at you, bucket in hand.

“You’d be better off with someone else” you repeated, avoiding his gaze and nervously pushing down the right sleeve of your black hoodie. Yoongi’s hoodie, actually.

“I heard you, I just…” he sat next to you, “Where is this coming from?”

You didn't want to look at him, if you did, you wouldn't be able to hold back the tears. Still the affectionate tone he used automatically made you crave the comfort only his eyes could provide.

“I don’t fit in, Yoongi” you confessed with a faint smile and watery eyes.

“Don’t fit—what do you mean, Y/N?” Yoongi moved the popcorn bucket to the side, holding your face with one of his hands, gently stroking the nape of your neck, “What’s going on?”

“In your life...I don’t fit in” you moved his hand away from you, “This was a mistake. We’re not good together”

Yoongi was visibly shocked by the words that just came out of your mouth, especially by the fact that you had rejected his touch. That has never happened before.

“You deserve a woman that likes the same things you like, maybe even one that works with music like you do,” you continued, drying up a single tear with the back of your hand, “because then you two would have something to talk about” 

Yoongi slid closer to you, hands fixed on his lap.

“You definitely deserve someone more available too, someone that has time to go on dates instead of postponing them time and time again” you bitterly laughed, “Speaking of dates, you should do what normal couples do together, like have sex for example”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa” he jumped right in, knowing how sensitive this subject was for you, “You don’t really mean that, right?” he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“I do, Yoongi” you softly squeezed his hand, “It's not easy to admit that I'm less than I'd like to be. It pains me to know that I'm not good enough to maintain a relationship, especially with you. We've been waiting so long for this opportunity, and I thought I would be worthy of a beautiful story, like the one where two friends meet in middle school, pine for each other in secret, and lose contact during college, only to end up meeting randomly at a party… So naive, right?” you scoffed bitterly to yourself.

The tears were silently wetting your face, falling like a broken faucet.  The more you tried to hold them in, the more suffocated you felt. It was useless to keep your feelings in, he deserved to know.

Yoongi studied your face with a mixture of confusion, despair, and love, breaking your heart into another thousand new pieces right before he begged with a shaky voice, almost a whisper, “Wait, no, listen…”

“Yoongi, I don’t know what I’m doing half of the time, okay? I have zero experience on how to be a proper girlfriend other than books and tv. I suck at this” you sniffed, fixing your hair, “I feel like a teenager when I’m around your work friends, your exes have set the bar way too high, I can’t compete with them. We’re both older now and I shouldn’t be the one holding you back” you finished, getting up from the couch.

“Holding me back?” Yoongi said to himself before getting up and hugging you, “No, please, Y/N, take a deep breath” his hands now drawing big circles on your back, “You're getting ahead of yourself.”

“You just can’t see it yet, but you will” you muttered against his chest, “I’m doing you a favor”

“Stop!” he pulled you away and held your face in his hands, “We’re good together, we’re meant to be. Our story is pretty dope and I love telling people about it” he smiled, “And sure, we like different stuff, but it’s honestly one of my favorite things about us, you’re always teaching me something new”

“Yoongi… I-”

Yoongi was sad and feeling somewhat guilty for hearing you say such heavy things. He had no idea you felt that way. Your despair made him think he was lacking as a boyfriend, like he should have been more attentive to your needs.

“To be fair we’re both busy with work right now so we’ll figure dating out, okay? Together.” he kissed your forehead, “We agreed that we were taking things slow. I don’t care about sex right now, Y/N, I care more about you and how you’re feeling. So, what’s up with the ‘not being good enough’ talk or how you ‘can’t compete with my exes’ thing?” he tilted his head, meeting your puffy eyes and red nose, “You don’t suck” he brushed a strand of hair away from your face, “You’re everything I want.  I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, truly. I don’t think you understand how much you mean to me. Fuck, you’re the reason that I believe in myself, Y/N. You’re the best partner, the term girlfriend doesn’t even compare to what you are to me, we have a bond for life. No one compares, babe”

And there you were...crying...again. This time full-on ugly expressions and unable to hide your face from Yoongi while he held you carefully as if you were made of glass and going to shatter at any moment.

“I can’t leave you. I won’t leave you” he emphasized the last part as he looked deep into your eyes, trying to convey everything he was feeling, “You’re a gift from the universe. One of a kind. Being in a relationship with you was the best decision I made so far. Why don't you believe that?” he leans down, pressing his forehead softly against yours, “I don’t know how else to show you how much I lo-”

Quickly closing the gap between you two, you crashed your lips onto his, feeling the familiar warmth invade your body. The pain that had been bubbling up before now made room for a more beautiful and colorful feeling, full of life and desire. You simply had to get the words out before the lingering fear crept back and filled your mind with doubts. 

“I love you, Yoongi” you whispered, lips brushing against his.

His eyes doubled in size, “Wha-”

“I wanted to be the first one to say it” you giggled, “I love you. I looove you!”

“I love you, Y/N” he whispers, contently sighing, holding you close, as he always does.

snowed in • pjm

pairing: jimin x reader

chapters: 6/10

genre: fluff, romance

rating: pg15 

warnings: unbelievably cute kid, even cuter dog, hallmark type of fluff, jimin is the best dad, tiny bit of angst bc it's me, also some making out & mention of sex

au: single parents

trope: neighbours to lovers

tags: single dad!jimin, journalist!reader, dad!yoongi, godfather!jin, the whole gang is here

crosspost: ao3

summary: thanks to your dog you met the cute but guarded neighbor. thanks to a snowstorm you discovered he could be much more than that. would the two of you be ready for new beginnings, even if your pasts left deep scars?

alternatively: how you and park jimin fell in love by christmas

☆ disclaimer: this is a work of fiction taken from the depths of my imagination, which takes place in an alternative universe (AU) and has no real connection with people, places or organizations. everything you will read is fictional and created by me. i do not authorize its reproduction, translation or publication, partially or entirely © mrsparknamjoon⠀⠀

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CHAPTER 01: hide and seek ↳ release date: february 9th, 2021 ↳ word count: 1.349

CHAPTER 02: sorry ↳ release date: august 7th, 2021 ↳ word count: 1.281

CHAPTER 03: (play) date ↳ release date: september 24th, 2021 ↳ word count: 1.666

CHAPTER 04: the card ↳ release date: september 26th, 2021 ↳ word count: 1.238

CHAPTER 05: jia’s birthday party ↳ release date: november 14th, 2021 ↳ word count: 3.596

CHAPTER 06: the snowstorm ↳ release date: february 6th, 2022 ↳ word count: 5.642