Summary: You Decided The Best Way To Deal With Your Emotions Was To Hide Away In A Dark Bedroom With

summary: you decided the best way to deal with your emotions was to hide away in a dark bedroom with your music. jimin reminds you it’s okay to lean on other people sometimes.

pairing: jimin x gn reader

rating: g

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

word count: 600~

a/n: another poor mental health day resulted in yet another drabble. hope this provides comfort for others that are in their feelings. be gentle with yourselves, lovelies! 💜✨

Jimin frowned as soon as he walked through the front door to the sound of silence. Silence and darkness. He slipped off his shoes and unpocketed his phone to check the time.

Late, but still early enough for you to be awake.

A weird feeling tickled in his chest, solidified, and sunk into his stomach.

“Babe?”

He followed the walls with his fingertips, knowing the apartment like the back of his hand, but not wanting to bump into anything. When his fingers brushed the closed door of the bedroom, he let out a quiet breath.

“Babe?” he repeated, quieter in case you were sleeping. But when he peeked his head in, he saw the faint light of your cellphone, laying face-up on your mattress. Resting his shoulder against the doorframe, he noticed you staring up at the ceiling and tried to get a gauge on your mood.

It was when you wiped a tear from the apple of your cheek that he sighed and slipped into the room.

You didn’t notice him coming, too wrapped up in the music blaring from your headphones and too distracted by the thoughts swirling inside your head. It’s for this reason that you jumped when he nudged you, just ever so gently, against your shoulder.

You tugged your headphones down with a frown and a meager attempt at wiping your tears away. “Jimin?”

He sighed your name and took a seat next to you, immediately tugging you toward him so he could wrap his arms around you. “Why are you crying?”

You sniffled and shrugged. Truthfully, you didn’t want to talk about it. You were tired of even thinking about what was troubling you, let alone vocalizing it.

He hummed and pressed his lips to your temple. “Why did you come hide in here like this?”

Again, you shrugged, playing with his fingers as they sat in your lap. “Listening to music in the dark is comforting.”

“But you’re crying…alone…in the dark,” he pointed out gently.

You took a quivering breath. “Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Because…” you sighed. “Because sitting alone in the dark gives me the permission I need to cry. To just sit in solitude and let it go.”

“But…” He trailed off, as if trying to understand. Hooking a finger beneath your chin, he tilted your head up with a sad smile. “You know you don’t need to hide away like this. You don’t need to hide your emotions.”

You shrugged.

He let out a quiet breath and held you a little tighter. “Ah, you forget what it’s like…”

“What what’s like?”

“To be able to be there for someone,” he said quietly. “I want to be here for you. You’re always here for me.“

“I’ll be okay though…”

“You think I wouldn’t be okay if you weren’t there for me?” he lifted a challenging eyebrow. “I know you’d be okay. You’re strong enough to make it through anything on your own…but that doesn’t mean you have to. You don’t have to be so strong all the time. You should save your strength for when you really need it, right?”

His insight left you speechless. You’d never thought of it like that before, like maybe letting someone be there for you in moments like this would make it easier the next time you didn’t have anyone to be there for you.

You blinked at him. “When did you get so smart?”

He gasped and tickled your side. “I’ve always been smart, you brat! Just ask my school teachers!”

“School smart and life smart aren’t the same,” you teased.

He made a face and booped your nose. “Feeling better?”

You nodded.

He smiled and nuzzled your cheek. “Wanna tell me what had you so upset?”

You settle against him with a sigh, giving a brief squeeze of his hand. “Not right now, okay? Later?”

He hummed, wrapping his arms back around you and settling more comfortably on the bed. “Okay. Whenever you’re ready, I’m here.”

You’d tell him. You would.

For now, though, you’d conserve your energy and rest, letting him be here physically for you first. Then mentally.

One foot in front of the other.

5:52 PM - Namjoon

(A/N: For the anon requesting love my like you do lyric based soft smut!Part of my ITS series! WARNING! Smut ahead!)

You can feel your heart race fast when Namjoon kisses you.

A raging fullness in your chest that only grew when he smiled at you, laughing sheepishly as you clumsily climbed over his lap, throwing one leg over his hips where he sat up in bed. He just looked so gorgeous and completely fond of you, a mushy set of heart eyes tracking your every move.

"Hi," He mumbled, smiling up at you in a small, shy sort of way.

"Hi- I had fun today," You mumbled. "It's been awhile since we got so spend so much uninterrupted time together."

He breathed in deeply, his hair still wet from his shower from earlier. He smelt clean and plain, generic soap he always kept in his travel on bag a sharp contrast from the sandalwood fragranced body wash you kept stocked in the apartment.

"Yeah, we needed a vacation." Namjoon agreed, "It's strange- I know we live together, but I still miss you when I get busy at work. Miss your sweet face when you're at work and I'm in the studio."

You hummed, sharing the sentiment. The way you felt about Joon was unlike anything else you had ever experienced.

"I don't think I've ever loved someone like this," You mumbled, a desperate tone to your voice you were surprised to hear reflected back to your own ears.

Namjoon paused, hand pushed flat against your lower back, holding you steady in his lap. His eyes searched yours for a moment, thrown off by the sudden admission. He knew you loved him- sure, but the feeling in your chest that grew and ached at the sight of him wasn't something you could say very easily.

Namjoon was a busy guy- constantly surrounded by people and things and tasks. It was rare that the two of you got to be together like this, alone and unattached to the world. It was easy to ignore how different he felt to you in your everyday life- but not here, where you only had your own thoughts and his company to keep you occupied.

When he brought up the idea of a vacation you were unsure whether he could really detach completely for that long but here you were, in the middle of the woods in a tiny cabin. You had spent the day wandering around and exploring together, biking down a trail until you found a lake shimmering sunlight off the surface.

"Wanna go for a swim?" You asked, throwing him a carefree smile as you pulled your shirt off.

He froze, mulling it over for a millisecond before following you lead, kicking his shirt off.

He looked up at you now, settled back into your cabin for the night with you straddled across his lap on a bed you weren't used to sleeping in and tilted his head back, "Yeah? Tell me more."

You let out a shaky breath, flattening your hands on his shoulders and dragging them up to cup either side of his face, liking the way you could feel his jaw tense in anticipation under your touch.

"I mean, you know I love you but," You mumbled, thumb pushing down on his lower lip, "I mean I really love you- you're big, larger than life in my eyes. I don't say it as often as I should."

"I feel the same," He assured, arms tightening around your frame, "Sometimes I feel like my heart's on fire when you smile at me."

"It's scary," You admitted, pouting slightly.

Namjoon nodded, a hand anchoring your neck down to angle your face towards his, his lips brushing yours lightly before pushing against them harder. He Kissed you like he cherished you, wholeheartedly and passionately. You whimpered against his kiss, wanting him impossibly close and then closer still.

"I know baby, I know," He comforted, mumbling the words against your skin as your hands roamed his body, thankful he wasn't wearing a shirt to begin with. His hands smoothed down your back, fingers pushing against vertebrates one by one, "You're the only thing I want to touch."

You felt your head beginning to spin, letting him set the pace for the both of you. He rolled you onto your back, arms caging you in. The look Namjoon gave you was molten, scorching hot and melted your brain. You couldn't think of anything but him- fading in and out of control as he kissed his way down your body, hands covering your chest and rubbing circles into the flesh of it, nipples hardening under his skilled fingers.

You moaned when his lips reached between your thighs, latching onto the most sensitive part of you. Your hands flew to his hair, fisting the short strands that grew too fast and twisted your fingers around it, hips bucking up against his tongue as he switched from thrusting it into you and laving around your clit.

No one could ever love him the way you did- no one could ever love you the way he did. It was a strange, overpowering feeling that spilled over into your body's physical desire for him, gazing down at the way his muscles flexed and wrapped around your body, tan skin practically glowing in the dim lit room.

"Please-" You begged, unsure of what exactly you were asking for.

"I know, baby," He said again, knowing you like the back of his hand and loving every square inch of you.

He knew the pattern of your breathing, the quickened pace and the way your thighs tightened around his head, the soft tremble of your fingers and the way you whined out his name.

Joon's hand joined his tongue, working a digit in and out of you. You worked yourself against his tongue, pushed harshly against your clit and you threw your head back, feeling a second finger stretch you out deliciously. You moaned weakly, back arching as your came too quickly, whimpering out his name in broken syllables. Namjoon didn't back away, eyes peering up at you through it all as you floated back down to earth.

He reveled in the fact that while he might not have been the first to hear the sounds you made when you were on the edge of paradise, he'd be the last and no one had heard what you sound like when you loved someone as much as you loved him. No one would see the shy look on your face when he told you he loved you- no one would love each other as much as the two of you.

You looked down at him as your breathing regulated, cheeks burning bright red. Namjoon smiled up at you, tilting his head to the side, "We should go on vacation more often."

You laughed, covering your face with your arm, "Yeah- probably." You breathed out, feeling Namjoon's lips trail back up your body.

masterlist.

Give Me Love | Part 1 (m)

• fratboy!jimin x reader

• Word count: 6139

• Genre: college au, enemies with benefits to lovers

• Summary: Your relationship with Park Jimin was complicated to say the least, but when the circumstances change and you can no longer keep him at an arms length, you find yourself drawn to him more than you thought possible.

• warnings: Swearing, sexual content.

 - Give Me Love Masterlist - 

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PARK JIMIN | 2021 FIC RECS

⇰ hey, everyone! welcome to my humongous fic recs list, featuring the one and only love of my life, park jimin. 💙

❥ welcome! i’ve been working on this for a while, here it finally is! it’s late and not as comprehensive or detailed as i would have liked, but still pretty inclusive, i hope. 

❥ length: there are three broad categories based upon lengths: one-shots, series and drabbles, out of which, the one-shots are further divided based upon the following criterion.

❥ criteria: i have tried to roughly divide the fics according to tropes. it wouldn’t be an equal division because i obviously have personal preferences, but we definitely have some variety in here. also, some of these might be rated 18+ but not tagged with the smut tag - it’s bec that is what the content in them is, i haven’t mistakenly missed tagging ’em.

❥ ps! this list contains fics that i have read in 2021, not just the fics that were posted this year! 

❥ WARNING ❥ MOST OF THESE WILL BE 18+ AND CONTAIN EXPLICIT SMUT - MINORS SHOULD STRICTLY NOT INTERACT.

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All Fervent Manner [M]

➬ Title | All Fervent Manner

➬ Summary | He is a man of class, but also a man with secrets. And he has no qualms in giving you the entire universe if you had asked him to. At least, those are the exact words he had given you then. But as time passes, you cannot help but notice that no matter how fierce he seems to love you, he always appears to be walking on eggshells. Perhaps it is your duty to release him from his binds. If only you just know how.

↳ Pairings | Jimin x reader

↳ Genre | Established Relationship!au, Smut, Angst

↳ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature

↳ Warning | Sexual tension, a bit of an age gap (OC is 24 and Jimin is 32), dirty talk, intense foreplay, mentions of spanking, light bondage/restrictions, deep throat, cum eating, fingering (f receiving), oral sex/pussy eating, praise kink, clothed foreplay, dry humping, breast play, biting, unprotected sex, rough sex, orgasm control (orgasm denial/delay), mirror sex, multiple orgasms (with forced orgasm involved), aftercare.

↳ Word count | 19,7k words

↳ Music Companion | Come Away With Me - Norah Jones

➬ Cross post | AO3 

➬ Author’s Note | Written as a commission for @opaljm​. | This was originally meant to be posted on Jimin’s birthday, but my block got in the way that I couldn’t finish this one on time. I’m so sorry for the long wait. I hope you’ll enjoy this one. I might come back to this to do a more proper editing in the future so I’m sorry if there’s a ton of mistakes in there. | Taglist: @jeonmisha​, @illicitjams​

There is something surreal about seeing him in this light.

Up close and personal. So close, you can make out every single expression that he makes whenever he speaks. The air around him seems to crackle with every delicate movement he makes, his energy rippling in the air to summon everyone’s attention on him, including yours.

But what makes it even more surreal is the fact that even when he has everyone’s eyes on him, vying for his attention as they all hope to have at least a single glance of acknowledgement from Jimin, he only has his eyes on you.

The same way he is doing it to you now, giving you his rapt attention even when you are chatting about something so trivial—your daily routines, the short encounter you had earlier today with Mr. Rasheed from next door, a simple joke shared by one of your co-workers at the office today—between sipping wine and savouring your meal. His gaze is so intense that people may think you are talking about world peace or other life altering matters, and most possibly completely oblivious to how his eyes are making you feel like you are floating in the air while being rooted in place at the same time.

That is just what Park Jimin does to you.

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you truly underestimate how many times i can listen to the same song on repeat