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A Day With You | Park Jimin MB

Genre: Boyfriend! Jimin

                                         “You are my penicillin,                                        You saved me, my angel,                                                    My world” 

                                                          -Park Jimin, Serendipity 

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Magic Hands

Pairing : Boyfriend!Jimin x Girlfriend!Reader.

Genre : Soft!Boyfriend au, Smut au.

Summary : Where you can't help but melt and twitch everytime his hands touch you.

Warning(s)! : Teasing, groping, caressing, kisses, fingering (in front of the mirror), overstimulation, crying, smacking (once? ig), petnames (darling), dom!mc x sub!oc (that's all ig).

The soft and gentle feeling of your boyfriend's cold fingers brushing against your skin causes you to shiver, making your back arc. His not so huge yet soft hand caresses the inside of your right thigh, squeezing it lightly.

You let out a breathy whimper as his fingers reach your center, tapping your nub, and your muscles tense up.

With your eyes shut close and right hand covering your mouth to stop your pleasurable noises from escaping, your other hand clutches his left bicep, your body shaking.

"Relax, darling. Open your eyes and see how beautiful you're looking right now." His breathy and gentle voice reaches your ears, his warm breath hitting the side of your face, fanning your skin, and the blush on your cheeks deepens.

You're so damn aware of the body length mirror standing right in front of you, which is the reason why you've your eyes shut tight, not wanting to witness the erotic view ahead.

Of course you're too embarrassed to watch yourself sitting on the edge of the bed in your boyfriend's lap with your legs wide open, your bottoms gone with his magic hands doing wonders on your body.

"J-Jimin-ah..!" His name escapes your lips as a oh so pretty moan, and the said person feels butterflies erupting in his stomach, a smile creeping on his lips as his heart flutters.

"Yes, darling?" His voice gets huskier as you keep wriggling in his arms, causing him to tighten his hold on the side of your waist.

"I-I can't...!" You cry, the overstimulation causing your clit to throb, body trembling hard.

"Oh, yes? I'll stop and give you what you want once you open your eyes for me, darling." A breathy chuckle leaves his lips at your whiny self, and he plays with your throbbing center, teasing you more.

You know how demanding he can be in bed, no matter soft or rough, so you do your best to force your eyelids open because you know he won't stop playing around with you unless you don't do as he pleases.

As your eyes flutter open, your blurry vision doesn't allow you to see properly, so you blink your eyes a few times to clear your vision, which was a mistake.

As soon your view gets clear, your eyes travel to the mirror right in front of you, and you can see everything, literally everything.

Throw your eyelashes, you can see how his fingers dance over your skin, playing with your outer folds and teasing them, overstimulating you further while his other hand massages your inner thigh, squeezing it from time to time.

You let out a loud moan as his middle and ring finger press against your gaping entrance before sliding in oh so easily through your pretty little slick walls.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the sensation and you clutch his bicep tighter, toes curling up at the delicious feeling of his fingers massaging your gummy walls as your back arcs, sensitive moans falling from your lips.

Your eyes prick with tears as his first two fingers hit your sensitive spot in one go, slowly and steadily abusing it, making you see literal stars.

Your breathing remains ragged as his other hand slides up from your bare belly, traveling up to grope your clothed breast, massaging it in his palm while giving it moderate squeezes from time to time.

"J-Jimin-ah, I-I can-n't! I'm gon-na-" Your sentence gets cut off in the middle as he slides out his fingers from your tunnel, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness.

"Why-..!!" The whine leaves your lips before you could stop it, and the very next moment, a smack echoes throughout the four walls of the bedroom, followed by your loud cry of pain as his hand comes down to your thigh with great force.

The tears that had consumed your eyes earlier now fall down your rosy cheeks freely, your sobs turning to hiccups, the skin hot and burning with his red handprint.

"Aww, did I hurt you, darling?" Jimin's voice comes from the side of your face, and your head moves on it's own, the nod confirming his assumption, and the chuckle that rumbles from his chest causes you to tremble, a shudder going down your spine before you feel his hot breath fanning your side, deep, husky voice filling your ears.

"But we haven't even started yet, darling. Trust me, the night is still young, and we've a long way to go~"

(this smut is from my Instagram, don't know why but I just felt like posting it here ◜◝⁠ )

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Shooting Star (Jimin FF) Sneak peek

“I love you...my foxey.”

“I love you Jiminie.”

Their love is like a miricle.Just because of their wishes...upon the shooting star, bringing everything back and fall into places.

Shooting Star pt.1 (Jimin ff)

Summary : When you’re a fox.You met a boy in the forest that helped you and ended up raise you as a pet.The faith decided to twist your happy life by made him move to somwhere far away.He couldn’t even take you with him for a reason and regreted.He still believe that he would find you while you in that night made a wish with a shooting star to met him again.That when your wish came true... (note : Your name in the story would be Eundae when you’re the fox form)

“Mom this is really beautiful.” A little boy around 5 years old happily ran around his yard in front of the house.His parents chose this house because it was so peaceful around here.His father really love the nature so why not near the forest.

“Jiminie come back inside,you gonna catch cold.It’s already night hun.” His mother walked out and grab him back inside.Sending the boy to bed before she entered her room and got some sleep.

Jimin awoke in the middle of the night because of the howling.He heard the howling from the forest.Being a curious boy,he look out the window.The moon shone sobright with the stars decorated all over the sky.His doe eyes kept watching the scene until the eyes gave up.He then drifted to the dream land.

A week passed and he happily lived inside the house.WIth his parents took a good care of him with love.Today he was very excited since his father decided to take the family into the forest and had a camp night.

“Are you ready my son?” His father picked him up from the ground and spin the boy for a moment before put him down.Jimin giggled a bit and the answer ‘yes’. Yhe family then started to go out and walked into the forest.When his father saw the perfect place,he set up the tent and start the camp fire.Not to large to be notice by the wild animals.

“We’re going to fishing so stay inside the tent okay?” His mother gave him a kiss on his forhead.“Behave alright young man.” His father reminded him again before he left with his wife.

Jimin,being a good kid,stayed inside the tent and played with his plushy.After that for awhile,he heard howling again.The exact same noise at night.At first he was scare to go out.However that sound was like some kind of spell that made him walked out of the tent.

Grabing the stick that was thick enough to hit something with him as well and walked slowly folling the sound.When the sound louder,gave him a sign thathe was near the owner.Closed his eyes tight and gonna swing the stick but stop the action.The whimper was in the air instead of the howling noise.

“A....pup?” He looked at the little fox that whimpered in front of him.He then noticed it leg’s was injured.He walked closer and closer until reached the creature.Using the stick poke it and it started to whimper again.It head turned to him and stare at him deeply with the sorrow eyes.

“Okay...I...gonna help...you.” He spoke like he could read it mind.He picked up the fox and walked back to his tent.Placed it down in front of his tent and then started searching in the first aid bag.

“Found it!” He found a white cloth and ointment for treating the wound.He then went out and  took the fox inside the tent.He started the progress until finished the treating.The fox still looked him in the eyes,stare at him with evey move he made.“You’re safe now,foxy.”

He petted and it whimper a bit.The sound of his parents then interupted him. “Hun we’re back.” His mother then opened the tent and shock.Seeing her son with a fox in his lap.“We’re back you..wait where did you got it?” His father asked immediately.

“Please dad,it look lost.I’ll take a good care of it,please?” After the boy finished the story telling,he begged his father to raise the fox.His father didn’t agree on his idea until his mom spoke.“Okay okay hun,but you should do as you promise alright?”

Jimin jumped up and down in joy.That was when the story of him and his lovely fox began.“What should I called you?” He thought for a minute before came up with and idea.“Oh your hair are silver and shiny,I’ll call you Eundae then.”The fox liked it and bark a bit.His face then turned into a smiley one.

After the incident,he took a good care of Eundae.They both were like a buddy. He would take her into a forest and played with her.They were enjoy the moment but who know that this would come to the end.

“Jimin we’re sorry but we need to move.For your granmother sake Jimin.” His mom spoke and he started crying.He didn’t want to left his little friend alone.He didn’t listen to his parents at all and ran out of the house.He crouched down and picked Eundae with him as well.

“You need to go dear.” His mom ran after so does his dad.Before his dad left,he took an injection with him.His mom seperated the fox from Jimin and his dad injected the poor creature with the sleepy liquid.“Don’t cry..shhh.”His mom picked him up and left the place with his dad.

       ‘I’ll remember you forever,my Eundae.I promise I’ll find you one day.’ 

Eundae (Y/N) POV.

I woke up in the forest.I looked around and saw no one.I immediately ran back to the house.‘Where’s Jimin?’ Only thing I could think right now.Time passed by and he was nowhere to be found.I start howling in pain and sorrow.

‘Where are you?’ I couldn’t stop howling.Knowing that he must be gone already.I still tried to find inside this empty house.Hope that maybe he just hid from me and played with me.However the painful reality was he already gone.I kept howling like that.Tears ran down my eyes and I looked at the sky.

‘Why do you leave me?Come back...Jimin I need you.’ I thought about him and it kept running in my head.The shooting star then appeared and with all the force left,I prayed.I made a wish for myself.

                              ‘If there’s a miricle,let me see him again.’

Jimin POV.

12 years already pass,I walk around the park while thinking about something in my head.I see a kid with his dog,running around under the sunshine in the playground.Wah that really make me miss Eundae.How on earth I can find her?

“I miss you,my foxy.”I sigh and walk back to my house.Entering the house,I greet my parents and then walk straight to my room.Look at the schedule,tomorrow I’ll have my university course start.

New day start,I’m now standing in front of the university gate.Waiting for my friends to show up.“Hey chim,am I taking so long?” I turn around to him and reply.“Not really Tae,I just arrive.” “Kookie’ll be late,he has something come up.” I only nod and enter the university with him.

The girls attention strat to come toward us.Some start fangirling and screaming, to be honest it’s normal.Taehyung was so popula since he entered here.Him a.k.a the president for the skit club made a lot of girls head over hell toward him.

“Hey hyungs,sorry I’m late.” The scream then get louder.Why? Well I’ll introduce you guys toward my lovely(?) dongsaeng,Jeon Jungkook,a.k.a the captain of the Taekwondo club.The girls could fight each other just because they want to die in his muscular arms.His well built figure make his look more attractive.

We enter our class since we share the same schedule in the morning.Take our seats and then chit chat.The bell then interupt all of the students in the classroom and the teacher enter.

“Hi class,well today behave since we’ve new students.” The teachr then signal the new student to walk in.I didn’t really pay attention until the voice start speaking.“Umm hi I’m Y/N.Nice to meet you guys.” I look up and see the girl in long sleeves and knee-length skirt.Wearing a beanie on top of her head.My eyes study her figure until stop at her neck.The aqua-blue necklace hanging around the neck and exactly the same one as I gave to Eundae.

“Seems like he wanna get a girl?” Jungkook start teasing me with Taehyung but I ignore them.“Well nice to have youo here,you can find and sit somewhere empty.” The teacher speak and then she start walking to find her seat.

“Hey you could seat here with us.” Jungkook signal her with his whisper.She notice him and only nod.“Be a man and move a bit,Jimin.” Taehyung speak and I sigh.Move to give her a space.

“I do this just for you bro.”I turn toward him and glare.Give him like ‘Stop it’ look. He the raise his hands a bit like ‘I’m surrender’ and we all continue to focas with the lecture.

“Umm hi.” She whisper to me.I just nod as an acknowledgement and continue with my note.The bell ring in no time and I pack up my stuff.“Hey Y/N coma and eat with us.”Taehyung gesture her and she only nod.“Don’t be afraid we just wanna be friends.So friends?” Jungkook speak and her tense form seem to be better.She nod and then walk with them.I follow behind.

Taehyung and Jungkook talk a lot of things.She also speak but not much.She’s shy I guess.I also chat with them but not much since all I want now is observe Y/N.Why her eyes look familiar to me?

“Well why do you choose here?” Jungkook open the new topic.She then start talking.“Umm I try to find someone.My grandma said that I should move into the city.She then tell me to move from Busan to Seoul and let me lived on my own.” Wait she came from Busan?“Hey I didn’t know you were from Busan.Me and Jimin hyung hometown also there as well.” She then turn to me and eyes lit up a bit.

“Do you have like umm..a boyfriend?” Taehyung asks her.I hit his arm lightly and whisper.“Why the hell did you ask that?”“To make sure your girl is 100% single dude.”She shake her head.I then relieve a bit.Well why do I need to feel that,never mind.“But actually I have a male best friend though.I really miss him.” My face drop.

She continue.“Me and him were a buddy.He helped me when I’m injured and that was why we became friend.I thought it would last long until one day he disappeared.I tried to find him but I felt hopeless.I didn’t know if there was any chance to see him though.”I asks her immediately.“How old are you when you guys were friend?”Teahyung and Jungkook turn towar dme and smirk but I ignore them.

“Well I think ummm 12 years ago so I’m around 3 years old.”Wait 12 years ago? It was also the time that I had Eundae with me.Her story is similar toward what happened with me and Eundae.“Who’are you really?” I mutter under my breathe. “You speak something bro?”Taehyung ask but I shake my head.They then continue the conversation.

                           ‘Who are you Y/N? Are you really my foxy?’

Hi I’m back finally.I just finish the exam and really exhausted but I notice I didn’t quite active lately.I also released the sneak peak of the story as well.Here we go,I decide to post the first chapter.I try to use the ‘keep reading’ tap for the first time,I hopt it works.Inspiration of the story was from youtube.Not quite sure and remember but yeah it helped me created this story.I hope you guys enjoy this and see you next episode.

Shooting Star pt.2 (Jimin ff)

Summary : You had a course there like half year already.You also became friends with Taehyung,Jungkook and Jimin.However something about you made Jimin feel attach toward.In no time you guys became close friend and Taehyung always tease you guys.Who know with that tease,day by day both of your feeling toward each other develop like a stong bond.

Y/N POV.

“What class do you have for today guys?” Taehyung asks after he finish taking out his supply.He shuts the locker and look at our schedules in each of our hand.

“Well seems like we all have exactly same classes.Dance for the first,English for the second and lastly Vocal class.” Jungkook eyes widen for some odd reason and all of us notice that.“God I didn’t finish the essay for English class yet.”

He looks like he’s gonna die because of that.“Is there any assignment,I didn’t remember?” I try to remember the last time of the class.“Not for you guys,it just...I fail the last test.” He sigh out and Jimin pat his shoulder.

“Namjoon hyung won’t go harsh toward you just because you didn’t finish his essay.He knows you really well about how you hate english.” Just then he giggle,god that sound I can listen everyday....wait focus.

We walk to our class and seperate for a moment.I walk toward the locker and put all my stuff inside it.Just then I finish my business the same group walk toward me again.“Look who we have here...ladies.”

I roll my eyes and ignore them.However I get harsh push from one of them.“Try to ignore us again whore?Who do you think you are?” Then a tight grip become even tighter.“Remember where your place.Although oppas be friend with you but you are just peasant compare to them which was kings.”

Suddenly pain rush through my stomach,I just get a kick again.To be honest,this happen for awhile now since I become close toward those boys.I getout of the room and sit beside Jungkook.“Hey your redy for our choreo today?” He asks and I nod.Teacher talks for awhile then let us prepare.

“5..6..7..8” Jimin counts quietly and start the lead.Me,Jungkook and Taehyung follow the lead until finish the song.“Times up,gather around.We’ll now pick the group.” Every group gather and teach choose one by one to perform in the class.

“Remember body expression is the most important thing.I would like to see how you use your body.Telling the lyrics of the song through your movement.Okay let’s start.” He picks the grade paper and start when the first group dance.

Time pass and our group is the last.When the others before us finish,we prepare ourselves.The song start and Jimin signal us to be ready.Every moves that we practice successfully done without mistake.“You guys express really well and I love that choreo of you two*pointing at Jungkook and Jimin*I would like to see something new from you guys again next task.”

“Thank you Mr.Jung.”Jungkook and Jimin bow toward him.He tells us what to do next class before the class dismiss.I walk out of the room with them.Didn’t miss the disgusting look that those girls give to me.

“You work to hard again,Y/N-ssi?” Taehyung asks and I shake my head.“Then explain me why you struggle with your step just now.” “I’m on my period Tae, don’t worry.” I make up a lie so that none of them question more about my condition.

“At least do you want to go to the school clinic.At least let Jin hyung give you some medicine to reduce your pain.” Jimin look at me with that worry eyes.I didn’t speak anything just yet then Jungkook with Taehyung drag me.

“What could I help you guys*Jin turn around* my lovely cousine and friends?” Taehyung then explain what I tell (lie) him.Jin then tell them to wait outside and ask me.“I know that it’s not about the period.What happen to you exactly?” I then sigh,how can he read through me again this time.

“I’ll give the pain killer then.Need a couple ice pack on the bruise when you arrive home alright.” I only nod and take the pain killer.“Also remember if anything happen,tell me or at least them.” His gaze then turn toward the door.

We attend the class after that.Mr.Kim call Jungkook and talk about the essay. We on the other hand wait outside for him.“He didn’t do anything*sigh*God thank you.” We all laugh with his weird act.Jimin then tell him that Mr.Kim is kind enough to not punish Jungkook.

The last class is Vocal but first we have lunch.I’m walking to the que since today is my turn to buy my and their lunch.*Splash*“Oooopppss soory,my hand slip.” That girl smirk.Just one moment,can’t they stay peacefully.

Jungkook walk toward me and see what happen.He glare at the girl and try to say something.I stop him and we walk back to our table.“What happen with your clothes?” Jimin ask,noticing the stain on my shirt.I speak immediately before Jungkook tell something.“Someone trip over,not a big deal.”

Week later

The bully seems to get intense.I don’t know how to stop it but always try to avoid.I didn’t want to tell them either because they will make it a bigger problem to deal.Those girls already hate me enough.

“Meet at the roof top.” I read the note,which pop up in my locker,with confused. Who want to meet me?Also why?My curious get the best of me and so I meet whoever is at the roof top.

I walk up and see no one.Just then I hear the click sound of the door.I turn around and see the same group who always bully me stand there.How can I escape now? “Well try to escape again?” One of them ask wth mocking voice.

“We warn you a lot of time and you didn’t listen to us.Are you not human?Didn’t understand what we said?”Just then they start to beat me up.I can’t do anything so at least use my hands to protect myself.“And what is this?” The queenka of the group through something to me.

I try to focus and see that was my notebook that disappear for few days now.It actually a diary of me.“You and Jimin oppa...in your dream bitch!” and that start to beat me again.“Who’ll believe of those story of yours?”Then throw my diary down from the roof top.

“No..please...” I whimper out.However they only give me a pathetic.I can’t bear this pain anymore.Myvision start to turn into black when I hear someone voice...

                                           “Stop....Hold on Y/N....”

Whoa that’s it for this ep.Who’s the hero?I hope you guys enjoy it and thanks for reading the story.Don’t forget to read the episode before or check out other stories on my list.See you next time... 

Shooting Star pt.3 last (Jimin ff)

Continue from the last time...

I wake up in the room.Everything that I see is so bright at first.My eyes need to adjust for awhile to make it clear.Oh I’m in hospital?I can see my grandma and doctor are talking.

“Thank you doctor.” And that’s the que for the doctor to leave.My grandma walk to me and scold me a bit.“Why don’t you tell me about this before.” I stay silence for a moment and start speaking.“It isn’t this serious last time.” My grandma look at me well more like stare.

“Isn’t serious?The boy with pretty face told me last time you got bruise on your stomach.” Pretty face guy who? and she still continue.“And the one with boxy smile with the rabbit like face told me that you got bullied almost everyday.” Okay now I know who are they but how about Jimin?Did Jimin even know this as well? 

“I’ll talk to you later.The boys’re waiting.” She then walk out of the room.The door still wide open and the new guests come in.“Noona how’re you?”Jungkook speak with lovely voice and then Jin bring up the whole package of food.“Eat it,I just made it before we come hear.”

Meanwhile at the school

Author POV.

“So from what mr.park and kim tell me.I’ll consider you guys to be suspend for a month.It isn’t the propriate thing to do in school especially in my school.Your parents will get to know your action.” Taehyung sigh in relief.At least he can help Y/N by telling the principle.Jimin who still stay silent all the time look at Taehyung.

“Why you never tell this to me?” Jimin ask him with cold icy voice.“I know you’re mad at me,Jungkook or even Jin hyung.But listen,I really want to let you know. However your crush didn’t let me.” Allof sudden that makes Jimin flush red.

“Aish I’mmad at you and you still tease me.Also I didn’t” “Yeah yeah yeah whatever you will say I won’t listen.Because I know you literally head over heel toward Y/N.” Taehyung cut Jimin in the middle of his sentence.They both bickering with each other along the way to the hospital.

“Uhhhmm sorry Jimin-ssi.” Someone call Jimin from behind so both of them stop.Jimin turn around to the girl with confused look.“I think this is yours.”She hands him a diary and quickly leave.Jimin shrug and then with Taehyung they continue to go to hospital.

- Magical Time skip -

Jimin with the boys take a good care of Y/N since the incident.The whole school know about it.Y/N got a lot of gifts from her class,wish her to get well soon,when she was in hospital.She was glad that her class was kind toward her.The boys visited her everyday back then especially Jimin.

It has been a year now that the incident happen.Now they are reaching the end of their semester.The home coming is going to set up soon.Every students excited with because this will be last celebration for seniors with their friends and juniors.Every year the school will set dress code and theme of the event.

“Hyungs who will you be your partner to the event?” Jungkook ask Jimin and Taehyung who just walk toward the table.“I don’t know man,I’m not interest to bring someone with me.” Taehyung answer.“How about you,Jimin hyung?” Taehyung then start to nudge Jimin and smirk.“Kookie,isn’t it obvious that he’ll Y/N to home coming?” “Yah! stop tease me for a second,will you?” Jungkook and Taehyung burst out a laugh.

“What’s so funny guys?” Y/N who know nothing just walk into the canteen.Take her sit and then prepare to listen for their answer.“No noona we just tease Jimin hyung like always.” They all then chit chat and eat the lunch.

“Will you attend the home coming?” Taehyung ask and he know well who listen carefully to her answer right now.“Maybe nope because I might have to help my grandma.” With that Jimin facedrop a bit and Jungkook pat his shoulder.She didn’t notice his face.

“I think you should come noona.It’s our annaul event for the school,promise this will be fun.” Jungkook speak to encourage her to say yes.“I’ll try then but if I can’t remember to catch up with me about the story later.” Taehyung and Jungkook glance at each other.Jimin only sigh and eat qiuetly for the rest of the lunch.

The day of event arrive in no time.Y/N didn’t attend since she don’t want to deal with her ‘problem’.She sits in her room and read her favourit book.She is so focus with her reading without even notice the knock on her window.

“Why is there a sound outside?” She wonder when she hear a lot og knock on her window.She walk toward it and open the fold.Look through the window she see a car park in front of her house.

“What are you guys doing here?” She ask Taehyung and Jungkook who already dress in tux.Her grandma walks toward her and hgently pat her shoulder.“Go back up and dress.You need to attend that home coming with the boys.” Y/N look at her grandma and glance back a bit toward those two.

“Noona please hurry,I didn’t want to let him wait.” Jungkook speak and Taehyung just push Y/N upstairs.Those boys help me with the dress and make up.You finish in no time.“Well let’s go!” Y/N talk with her grandma again.“You know what is today right?So why...” “Aish stop thinking too much and hurry.Isn’t your date waiting there?” “No no you’re-” Grandma only smile.“Just go.”

Taehyung drive his car with full speed.They all reach the event in no time. Entering the room,all eyes are on the girl that walk in between them.No one really remember who she is until they see her up close.Gaspes and whispers then fill the air.

“Where’s hyung?” Jungkook ask Taehyung but notice the guy from afar afterward.“Aye you guys so late.” Jimin speak,he’s going to continue his speech until...“You...come?” All the words in his head mess up when he sees the girl he wish her to come the most stand here.Standing with that stunning look in the dress.He never sees her in make up before and he loves it,love her even more.

“Hyung! let’s go and get some drink.” Jungkook look at his hyung with disbelief look.When they start walking,he walk to Jimin and whisper.“You need to thanks me and Tae Tae hyung later.We did a lot of job for your girl.”

The event start with some speechfrom MC.He tell the students what activities they will do during the night.Playing some games,the show from honnor students and of course there’ll be the time for finding king and queen for the event.The night continue with beautiful songs with the musical vibes since that’s the theme.

“Well well,no is the time for the king and queen of the event,isn’t it?So where should we start from,the king or the queen?” The MC ask and everyone is throwing words toward the stage as a reply.“Let’s from the Gents first,the king of the event in the musical theme goes to...” The teachers who are judges walk to the stage and send the result.

“Oh the result well a lot of names here.But the final decision belongs to...Park Jimin.” Taehyung and Jungkook smile then push Jimin up on the stage.Everyone rounds applause.Y/N smiles at him.“So shall we get the queen then.”The MC flip to the other page and start the announcement.“Wow surprisingly there;sonly one name suggest to the list.The queen then belong to Y/N.”

The crowd look at her then applause.Those two beside her even scream for her. Meanwhile the boy who stand on the stage now getting nervous.Taehyung and Jungkook act as her gaurd and send her to the stage.Giving Jimin smirk faces before return.“This is the king and queen for event,give the a finalapplause again ladies and gentlemen.”

“Now to ending the night,shall the king and queen dance to open the final activity of today on the dance floor.” Jimin then bring Y/N to the dance floor,hold her tight with his strong arms.Y/N who is now flush red and doesn’t know what to do follow his lead.“You should hold my hand like this and the other one put it here.”

Jimin take her hand and place on his shoulder while the other one he hold really tight.The song then start and they both start to dance.Step by step follow the melody of the song.It’s such a memorable moment not only for everyone but or them.They only focus on each other.The other couples sthen step in and start.

“Hyungs seem like our work paid off really well.” Jungkook talk and Taehyung nod.They both flee in the crowd and try to get a girls.Jimin then walk out the room with Y/N.He still hold hands tight.Walk down the corridore until it lead them to the garden of the school.Y/N notice the moon.

“Jimin I think I’ll go back now.” Jimin frown with her words.He didn’t want her to go just not yet.“Stay please.” Jimin grab another hand and hold her tighter.”Ummm okay.” ‘I’m going to tell him/her now then.’ that what’re they thinking now.Both take the deep breathe.

“I have something to tell you.” Both say at the same time.“You first.” and again, Jimin scratch his nape before speak.However the girl speak first.“I like...you a lot Jimin.But I don’t know if you believe me this,that I’m...” Y/N then take off her pendant.Her form start to change into a fox with bright red fur and silver glitter. Jimin only look at her witheyes full of hope.

‘I find her,I really find her.’ He exclaim loudly in his head.He’s so delight that finally he find what he lost.Y/N confused with his reaction and wear back her pendant.“Why?” Jimin only smile and walk to her.“Well actually I kinda know you’re my Eundae.” “You know..all along?”

“Not that I’m so sure.I noticed you habbit since we start to be friend.The thing that make me realise is this.” He hand her something with she surprisingly take it.“My diary?You read all?” Jimin nod and smile.“Open it.” She does what he say,flip the diary open and see the note which not her hand writting.

‘I read all of it already.Why didn’t you tell me hhmm?For all the time I’m with you, it makes me realise a lot of things.Make me know who you’re,the real you and many struggles.Knowing you’re wishing with the starts every year before that to meet me make me sad and happy at the same.I’m not gonna lie to you,I do exactly the same.Thank you for giving me the feeling of caring,warmness and lastly the love.So will you be mine?’

“Yes” She only whisper,aware that her tears will fall down even more and sob out of her mouth.Jimin just lift her up with excitement.Kissing her passionately and hug her really tight.He finally found what he lost so does she.Just because of the wish that they made with the stars,that shooting stars at night.Their wish collide and fate bring them back togather.Under the moonlight that once they curse toward it.Curse that how cruel of the night was.But not anymore,not form now on.The stars always bring their gift back,standing at the old place in their memory with new feeling that they called love.

“I love you…my foxey.”

“I love you Jiminie.”

-The end-

Soulmate Verse : Tangled (PJM)

Summary : Do you believe in soulmate?Of course,everyone in this world would say yes.In the world with soulmate system,your dream were to find one like others.However,growing up with no red string or other sign make you feel disappoint.What’ll happen when one day you see the red mark on your finger and then a cat turn up in front of your door at the same day?

Author POV.

In the world with soulmate system,people are all so eager to find their soulmate. Each of them will have a condition,a mark,a string or any sign that show their connection with their half.

You were one of them.Ever since you were a child,you dreamed of meeting your soulmate.However,borning with no sign,mark,mole or any condition to determine whether you have a soulmate or not was a serious problem for you.Your surrounding was so harsh toward you.Some bullied you while the others just laughed.

Growing older with those things make you become a strong independent woman.You now are carng no more whether you have a soulmate or not.You promise yourself to enjoy every minutes in your life;eventhough,you may be single forever till you die.

“You plan to travel again?”

“Yeah I have a lot of free time anyway.”

“Ah sometimes I jelous,ya know.You are so delight with your life.In fact you have no soulmate.”

“Like I care.I can take care myself and enjoy my life alone.”

You are having a conversation with your best friend.She was a gorgeous girl who fortunately find her soulmate since her first year in college.It was funny back then when her soulmate thought he was gay.However when they both got to know each other,they got together a month or two afterward.

“Gotta go sis,some business come up.”

“Some business or a lunch date with your boy?” You tease her and she blushes. They engaged for a year now yet they all act like a highschooler.You let her go, bid her a goodbye.

You get bored and decide to explore the familiar streets of your town again.You love travelling.Exploring variety places around the world.Seeing people stroll down the streets,cars running on roads and different scenerio of cities are things that warm up your heart.

Next day

“Brazil...I think I’ve already been there.”

“Need to add Scandinavian area on the list.”You are checking on your travel journal.Checking your old lists for places that left you to explore.All of sudden,there a sound from your front door.

Y/N POV.

I’ve been checking the lists when all of sudden the sound interupt my thought. That must come from the front door.I sigh and leave my sofa.Approaching the door then open up.

“A cat?” The little calico creature sit in front of the door.Its paw still pat on the door.I grab him/her up.

“What are doing here hmm?Where’s your owner?”

“Meow” It reply and start clinging on me.I bring him inside.Walking back to the sofa and settle him down.‘I think he might be hungry.’So I start roaming around my kitchen.I take the bow out and pour milk down.

Putting in front of him,he start licking.‘How can someone leave him alone on the street?’I think in my head.Seeing the creature slurping all of the milk,I smile. Gently pet him and gain the meow sound from him.

“What’s your name?”

I look at his collar,trying to find the name.I see the name tag,golden round plate hanging under his chin.I search the name and see the engrave letter in it.This cat must belong to the rich guy.No one would use pure gold to engrave a cat name and put it on the collar.

“So it’s Chim.”

“Meow”

Coming closer and snuggle into my lap,I chuckle with this lil cat action.I caress his fur under my palm,it is so soft.Wait! why my finger has a red mark on it.I suddenly stare st my hand.The red mark form like a ring wrapping around my right ring finger.

“What is this?Did I hurt myself?” I mumble with confuision.I decide to ignore it and cuddle the cat to sleep.

Jimin POV.

It’s been a week and I miss my baby.I didn’t know when that rascal ran off the house and where will it be right now.I just hope it didn’t go cause trouble or get capture.I sigh and snuggle with my pillow.

“Young master,we found him.”

“Huh?Really Jinssi,you found him?”

“Yes,you might as well come with us.” I nod and follow my butler,Jin.He’s like my brother to be honest.I live my lonely life with these luxury things yet not satisfy with it.How can you ba happy when money can’t buy you a real friend?

“Taehyungssi,drive to this place please.”

“Yes young master.”

Taehyung,my driver,start driving the car out of my villa.I start dozing off with silence cover the whole atmosphere inside the car.Without even realize the caar stop,Tae speak.

“We arrive.”

“Oh thank you.” I open the door before Taehyung will open it for me.Sometimes these two are serving me too much.I can do it by myself.Not I don’t like it but at least,I want them to treat me just like a friend.

I look at the house in front of me.So he’s been here for the whole week.I appraoch the door and ring the bell.Anxious is written all over my face.Will the owner think I’m a weirdo? Will it be rude to come like this?

“Calm down Jiminie.”

“But Tae.”

“Umm excuse me sir how can I help you?”

When the ower open the door,I see the girl in front of me.We might actually around the same age but her face look younger than me.I feel nervous but why and why I feel my finger burning.

“I would...huh I come..”

“Young master come here to pick up his cat.One of your neighbor said that he was here.”

“You mean Chim?” She asks Taehyung.I only nod while Taehyung answer her question.She runs back inside the house.

Author POV.

After the incident,Jimin got his lovely cat back.However,he was so disappoint for a whole week since he forgot to ask your name.While on your side,you still try to find out about your red ring mark.

“Miss it’s nothing to worry about.”

“Something happen with my finger and you tell me to not worry about it?”

“Well you see miss,this mark is your soulmate mark.”

“What?” You gasp,don’t want to believe what he just said.You were growing up for like 27 years and you just got a stupid mark burn a week ago?That was unbelievable.

“I suppose you never have seen it or may be you born with no mark,am I right?”

“Yeah but how?”

“I can’t really explain to you either to be honest.It’s a rare case to find someone get their mark this late.Usually if you are this age and still no mark or any other sign,that means you have no soulmate.”

After you come back from the clinic,you walk around the park to clear your head. You got a mark for a week and now you know that mark is soulmate mark.You don’t want to believe any of this right now.

“Meow”

“Huh?” You look down and see the same calico cat in front of you.He walks toward you and start circling around your leg.You gently pick him up from the ground.

“I wonder,is it because he lost you or you actually escape?”

“Meow..Meow”

“Argh you run away again,little res...cal.”

A figure stop infront of you and rant something.When he looks up,oh it’s that boy again.Jimin notice your presence and regret his word immediately.He just curse in front of you.

“Sorry,he’s a little trouble.”

“No prob,at least you didn’t lose this little guy to some capturers.”

“Thanks again uhh..”

“Y/N,I’m F/N L/N.”

“Park Jimin,Jimin.” He reply with a blush crept up to his face.He wants to cover his face ,but no use.

“Youg ma- it’s you again miss.”

“Nice to see you.” You smile.Taehyung glance at Jimin who’s now standing with a red face and clueless.Hi mentally face palm himself.

“Miss,thank you for save him again.” Then he look at Jimin and speak.

“Jimin-ah I think you should treat her at least a meal?”

“No you don’t hav-”

“Okay let’s go then Taehyung.”

“Yes young master.”

‘This is akward.’ Both of them thought in their head.They can feel the tension in the air and none of them dare to break silence.Taehyung only sigh while Jin look at these clueless kids.

“Taehyung we need to do something.”

“Hyung I swear,I try everything but Jimin though...”

“Hopeless,I see.”

Jin then start serving the meal.Both of them again look at the meal and prepare to eat.When Jimin munch up,Y/N stay still in her place.Jimin only look at her and decide to speak.

“Aren’t you hungry?” He asks.

“Uhh I well isn’t it like too much for me?” You ask with stutter in your voice.All of the meals,yes they look delicious.However,you feel abit anxious about his butlers serve you expensive dishes.

“You can eat all of this miss.I assure this is the best dishes you will ever have and it isn’t too much.As ouur young master thanks gift.” Jin speak and you nod.

Jin is responsible replace Taehyung who is a bit tired.He tries his best to encourage theses two to talk.It quite help them a bit.

“Young master,maybe you should hang out with her more often.I think Chim really love her so it’ll be good.Plus you didn’t have a friend.”

“Hyung.” Jimin whisper.He starts getting uncomfortable with the topic while you look at him.Wondering what’s going on.

“Sure no problem for me.” Jimin eyes widen when Jin glance at him with a little smirk.He then introduce himself.

Your decision that day wasn’t a regretable one.Jimin is a nice guy to hang out and one similar trait you both have is love travelling like life.Although Jimin personality is a shy type,he tries his best to open up with you.

You get to know that this guy was the owner of the villa at the corner of your street for all those year.He was a super rich kid yet lacking the socialize skills. You also learn that he has his own tutors.He isn’t attend the college since most of the time he work in his family company.

You have a chance to mmet his tutor once.His name is ‘Kim Namjoon’.That guy was so cool and know a lot of things.The next one is ‘Min Yoongi’ , his cousine. Your presence become a fimiliar one in the villa.The butlers and maids won’t hesitate to open up the gate when you visit.

“Noona let’s go to the cat cafe.”

“You wanne go there again.” He nods cutely while put up his pout face.

‘What is this heart beat?’ You think before accept this guy idea.

“You’re here again,noona,hyung.” Jungkook one of the waiter in this cafe greet us.

“This boy wanna come here again.”

“Your usual?”

“Yeah.” Jungkook tap a few time on the matchine.He puts a discount again and Jimin disagree.They argue for a while until you pay the whole price.Asking Jungkook to join your table after his break.

Now three of you hang out inside the cafe.Jungkook offer Jimin a special ticket to come to the night celebration of his cafe.

“You visit here again,kid?” Yoongi enter the cafe and see all of you are chatting with each other.

“Hyung you know I love your cats.” That’s right Jimin love cats and Yoongi is the owner of this house.

4 months later

“Hyung I don’t want to go.”

“But you need to go.Auntie force me to drag you this time.”

“Young master you need to go this year.Beside you’re going to get the position soon.”

Jimin sigh in defeat.He doesn’t know what to argue.His parents want him to go to that stupid event again.Taehyung and Yoongi try to convince him.Out of the blue,Jin comes up with the weird idea.

“So you want me to go to the fancy party of your family as your partner?”

“Noona please,I don’t know who to ask for help.”

“His parents force me to force him to go this year.” Y/N quint your eyes then stare at every single of them.You well how will you put this up.The fact that you hate fancy pary and all.

“Fine,just this one.”

“Noona! love ya.”

Jimin jump toward you and hug tightly.Both of you feel the electric spark,but you ignore it.Skinship is apart of Jimin habit when he’s with you.You don’t think much of it.However,for Yoongi he feel something is off.

‘Soulmate...are they?’

A week pass so fast.Now both of them is in the venue of Jimin’s parents company anniversary.You can’t lie that you don’t feel nervous.One thing that you notice about this event is that everyone is business men or women.

“Ugh..I hate this feeling.”

“Noona,you’re going to be fine.” 

“Our Jiminie is here,honey.” The woman around 50 step toward you guys.You look at her and greet with a smile.

“My boy is here.How are you sone?”

‘So this is his parents.’Your thought alarm in the head.You observe his family quietly without speaking anything.

The event turned out well.You didn’t feel that nervous after all.For his family,they treated you well.They were a bit surprise since their son never interact much people,leave alone girls.

However,what was a sad thing?

“Noona,I found my soulmete.”

You are in your room.The only sentence that run in your head is that sentence. You should feel happy for him,but why you don’t.The phone inturupt your thought so you pick up the call.

“Noona.” Oh it’s him.God,out of all people and now?

“Yep what is it?”

“Can you help me for my date today please?I don’t know what to prepare and I’m feel...”Everything he speak start fading away.You don’t know why.Your mind turn blank and don’t hear anything at all.

“You here me noona,helloooo....”

“Oh umm ok,what time?”

“Afternoon would be great.”You accept it and the line cut off.How the hell will you face him when your head is full of sorrow.

From first date turn into second then third.Finally,those two date each other.You were left their by yourself again.For the first time in your life,you feel hurt.You decide it’s the time to start you trip.

You go without saying any goodbye.Eveyone know about it accept him.Not like he will notice since he has his girlfriend by his side.You’ve been in the plane for 3 hours now.Your thought still full of Jimin.

“Just why you need to lie?”Jimin is now crying.His puffy eyes get redder and redder.His throat become dry with no voice left to speak.

“Well you see boy,you’re a rich kid.I think I can mess with you for awhile.Who would think you’re so boring.”

“Get out of my house!”

“Fine! I get what I want anyway.Bye toy.”

With that,she leaves the house.The girl that he once believe is his soulmate now gone.‘Stupid fate,why do I need soulmate?’Jin come inside and comfort the young boy while Taehyung sigh.

“Jimin..Jimin...”Namjoon call Jimin a lot of time today.The boy looks lifeless to him.He wonders what happened.

“Let’s end the class for today.”

“No hyung,you can continue.”

“I won’t continue.Look at you,you look like zombie.”Namjoon gesture make him face the floor.

“Anything you want to talk with hyung?”

“I didn’t see her forawhile now.”

“Really...”Jimin face turn into a sad one.He comes to the cat cafe since you aren’t at home.Asking Jungkook whether he saw you visited here these pass few weeks.

“She left.”Yoongi reply his question.Making both of them turn and face him.

“She’s on her trip now.Why do you ask?”Yoongi continue.Jimin all of sudden fuming with anger.

“And why didn’t you tell me hyung?!”

“Because you don’t care Jimin.For the last time I saw you was when you and your girlfriend clued to each other.Never once visit Y/N after that event.”

Both of them start fighting and arguing in the cafe.Fortunetely,the cafe already close.Yoongi blood is boiling with anger.Each of them aren’t going to back down.A tense aruguing turn into a fist fight in not time.Jungkook need to call Taehyung.While him and Jhope,the other worker ,who decide to help him close the shop for today,come and help him as well.

“I know you’re jealous of me right?”

“Why do I need to jealous you?”

“Because Y/N didn’t like you.”And then another fist land on Jimin face.

“Why do I need to jealous a bastard who can’t treat his soulmate right.Perhaps didn’t even care about her and her feeling at all.You just whore around with that girl when your actual soulmate is Y/N!”

Everything stop,literally stop.Jimin head is spinning and trying it best to process with what Yoongi has just said.He stops and step back from Yoongi.How can.. how of people is her?No,he just doesn’t understand at all.

“I think to myself I would step back.I want you to realize by yourself.Seems like I’m wrong.You’re stupid,Park Jimin.And if you don’t do anything,fuck that soulmate system because I’ll make her mine.Mark my word!”

Yoongi release Jimin collar and go inside manager room.Jimin stands there and thinks about everything.Yoongi come out of his room and throw a letter toward his cousine.

“Leave before you get another one.”

3 months later : Y/N POV.

“Home sweet home,I miss you.”

After your trip,I feel like I become alive again.This trip really heal my heart and my mind.I’m in the airport,waiting for my luggage.Getting everything,I find Taehyung and Yoongi.

For the pass 3 months,me and Yoongi become really close to each other, Taehyung and Jin as well.For Jungkook,I visit him after I settle everything into the house.

“Noona how was the trip?”

“Good,get something for you as well.”

“Your the best!”He runs and charge a hug toward you.You only chuckle with his adorable action.

I make it up with him by hang out with the boy for a whole week.I get to know Jhope,his coworker as well.Both of us find something in common which is dancing.Jhope invite me to become a new choreogrpher or at least his coworker at the studio he’s been working for years.

“I don’t really want to ask this,but did you contact him yet?”

“No Jungkook,I’m not..ready.”

“You know,he was really worry for this past few months.He visited our shop every day as possible.Not long ago he gained his position.Eventhough his schedule became tougher each day,he tried his best to visit your house,the cafe or anything places he thought he would find you.He would always bring Chim with him and hoped my be Chim would find you.”

I want to cry.Why this boy make me feel like I’m a bitch here.Am I that harsh toward him?Am I acting too selfish?I am confuse,so confuse with myself. Jungkook words spark the old feeling of mine.

“I don’t know what really happen.However,I respect his effort.You should give him a chance.At least for him to prove himself especially when Yoongi hyung told us he was your soulmate.”Jhope speak and look at me.

‘I need to do what’s right,for once.’

Jimin POV.

Again,at the park under the tree with Chim.I don’t want to give up yet.Not when everything happened because of me and my stupid mind that couldn’t realize sooner.

“Chim do you think she will come here today?”

“Meow”

“I hope buddy.”

“Meow..Meow”He snuggles into my chest.

Chim is sometimes acting like a human.I look around the park and sigh. ‘Where are you,noona?’I think to myself.My eye lids get heavier.Still sitting under the tree like that until everything turn black.

“Huh what time is it?”I open my eyes.I must be so tired today.Sleeping here is a bit embarrasing yet so calm.

“Wait Chim,where are you?”

I call out his name and nothing answer back.Panic rise in my chest and make my feet move.Roaming around the park to find that little trouble maker.‘That guy does this again.’

“Chim..Chim come out your little rascal.” I walk around and shout like an idiot.

“I swear if your don’t come out,no more toy and tuna.”

Author POV.

“Let’s find your owner hhmm?”

It’s been a half hour that Y/N wandered around the park to find this cat owner.‘Is she that attractive for a cat?’she thinks.The weather start getting colder and colder so she snuggles the creatuers in her coat.

“Chim...”You here a voice from afar.The cat wiggle and simply ‘meow’.You decide to follow the sound.

“Sir I think I found..your cat.”

“Noona?”Both of them stare at each other.For Jimin,he feels like a miricle happen to him.For Y/N,the sprak light her feeling back.Both of them continue to stare deep into each other soul.

Memories show in front of them like a flash of time line.How they’ve been together,laugh,smile and hurt.Both never realize until now.Stepping closer and closer,gaps between them reduce.Jimin embrace you tightly in his arm.

“I’m sorry.”He whimper those words out,broking your heart.

“So am I.”You reply.

You continue stay in that position.Warmth crept up and take over your body,both of you.The air is chill yet nice.Smelling of the pine tree mix with a little spice from Jimin make you relax.Jimin then realese you,still holding your hands.

“Noona,let me have a chance to prove myself.”He glance up at you.Looking at you with eyes full of hope.

“Don’t let me down..again.”

Perhaps from everything that fate created and tangled them up like a knot,this is the start of the climax.Starting from here where they both try to untangle their fate and make things right for once.

Bts OS : In your eyes... In my... Series (Busan line)

A/n note : It has been awhile. First of all, thanks for all the likes on other posts, depite me being on haitus. I hope you will enjoy this brandnew series.

To all of you...who lost your confident in yourself.

📷In your eyes..., In my lens... (JJK)📷

She believes that she is just an ordinary girl. However, he believes she is special in his eyes. To make her believe his point of view, he uses a camera and his skill to capture her beauty.

“I don’t know who am I in your eyes, but you are the most beautiful person in my lens.”

🪞In your eyes..., In my mirror... (PJM)🪞

She is just an ordinary girl who wants to achieve her dream. With no one believes in her, she keeps her talent to herself. Little does she know, she actually has someone who roots for her. 

“You look into the mirror for too long to remember the passion in your eyes when you first saw yourself in it.” 

faded love | pjm

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 he doesn’t need to say it. because you can feel your husband, park jimin, falling out of love with you. 〞married couple au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: jimin x reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst (rip sorry) ⋆ fluff ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 16k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: couples therapy (is that a warning?), cheating/infidelity, some swearing, soft mushy smut, oral (female receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, creampie, lots of kissing, this is just v soft mushy sex, like super light softcore romantic porn

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: W H A T I S U P D E M O N S! I’m back with another instalment of the mixtape series, i sincerely hope you all enjoy it!! almost everything is read through and edited except the smut because like,,, its 4am and the sun is coming up and i’m ill and tired

⇥ part of the mixtape series

⏤ unedited

The signs were there.

Your relationship with your husband, Park Jimin, was slowly fading; slowly dwindling into nothingness. You don’t really recall exactly why you’ve been drifting apart or what caused the start of the drift. All you knew, was that one day, two months ago, your husband had come home with a changed, indifferent air around him. Within that long agonising month, you had tried everything to garner his attention. You suggested bike riding down the Han River liked you used to when you began dating, trying to rekindle some of the love and passion in your relationship. However, Jimin had refuted the offer, claiming he had a busy day at work and he was tired. When you suggested a date night, something relaxing like a movie and dinner, Jimin had rebuked that too, not wanting to leave home. But when you’d suggested staying in and watching a film, he’d turned that down too; heading straight to bed instead.

For two months you tried whatever you could. From planned days in so that he could rest if he was tired, all the way to suggesting fun and exciting things like trips to museums or the park like you used to when you were dating. But each and every single idea was turned down with some excuse or another. At some point you began wondering if you had done something to annoy him or said something that caused him to begin pulling away from you. But no matter how much you racked your brain, you couldn’t pinpoint any thing. He was just no longer interested in spending time with you.

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faded love | pjm

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 he doesn’t need to say it. because you can feel your husband, park jimin, falling out of love with you. 〞married couple au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: jimin x reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst (rip sorry) ⋆ fluff ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 16k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: couples therapy (is that a warning?), cheating/infidelity, some swearing, soft mushy smut, oral (female receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, creampie, lots of kissing, this is just v soft mushy sex, like super light softcore romantic porn

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: W H A T I S U P D E M O N S! I’m back with another instalment of the mixtape series, i sincerely hope you all enjoy it!! almost everything is read through and edited except the smut because like,,, its 4am and the sun is coming up and i’m ill and tired

⇥ part of the mixtape series

⏤ unedited

The signs were there.

Your relationship with your husband, Park Jimin, was slowly fading; slowly dwindling into nothingness. You don’t really recall exactly why you’ve been drifting apart or what caused the start of the drift. All you knew, was that one day, two months ago, your husband had come home with a changed, indifferent air around him. Within that long agonising month, you had tried everything to garner his attention. You suggested bike riding down the Han River liked you used to when you began dating, trying to rekindle some of the love and passion in your relationship. However, Jimin had refuted the offer, claiming he had a busy day at work and he was tired. When you suggested a date night, something relaxing like a movie and dinner, Jimin had rebuked that too, not wanting to leave home. But when you’d suggested staying in and watching a film, he’d turned that down too; heading straight to bed instead.

For two months you tried whatever you could. From planned days in so that he could rest if he was tired, all the way to suggesting fun and exciting things like trips to museums or the park like you used to when you were dating. But each and every single idea was turned down with some excuse or another. At some point you began wondering if you had done something to annoy him or said something that caused him to begin pulling away from you. But no matter how much you racked your brain, you couldn’t pinpoint any thing. He was just no longer interested in spending time with you.

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faded love | pjm

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 he doesn’t need to say it. because you can feel your husband, park jimin, falling out of love with you. 〞married couple au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: jimin x reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: angst (rip sorry) ⋆ fluff ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 16k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: couples therapy (is that a warning?), cheating/infidelity, some swearing, soft mushy smut, oral (female receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, creampie, lots of kissing, this is just v soft mushy sex, like super light softcore romantic porn

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: W H A T I S U P D E M O N S! I’m back with another instalment of the mixtape series, i sincerely hope you all enjoy it!! almost everything is read through and edited except the smut because like,,, its 4am and the sun is coming up and i’m ill and tired

⇥ part of the mixtape series

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The signs were there.

Your relationship with your husband, Park Jimin, was slowly fading; slowly dwindling into nothingness. You don’t really recall exactly why you’ve been drifting apart or what caused the start of the drift. All you knew, was that one day, two months ago, your husband had come home with a changed, indifferent air around him. Within that long agonising month, you had tried everything to garner his attention. You suggested bike riding down the Han River liked you used to when you began dating, trying to rekindle some of the love and passion in your relationship. However, Jimin had refuted the offer, claiming he had a busy day at work and he was tired. When you suggested a date night, something relaxing like a movie and dinner, Jimin had rebuked that too, not wanting to leave home. But when you’d suggested staying in and watching a film, he’d turned that down too; heading straight to bed instead.

For two months you tried whatever you could. From planned days in so that he could rest if he was tired, all the way to suggesting fun and exciting things like trips to museums or the park like you used to when you were dating. But each and every single idea was turned down with some excuse or another. At some point you began wondering if you had done something to annoy him or said something that caused him to begin pulling away from you. But no matter how much you racked your brain, you couldn’t pinpoint any thing. He was just no longer interested in spending time with you.

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all of my life (p.jimin x reader)

warnings/tags: boxer!jimin (cause mans is getting very buff now and that is a warning), overuse of the words darling and desperate, loosely inspired by the mv for all of my life (i only get inspired by songs smh)

genre: angst with fluffy ending

words: 964

a/n: listen to all of my life by park won. i'm not very satisfied with this but i needed to put this out. i might rewrite it again.

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3 years.

3 whole fucking years, you write in your diary, since he promised you that he would come back. "all lies, all of them were lies," you tear up and scratch out everything you've written. the book is thrown across the room, all the polaroids of him falling out.

you rub your eyes furiously, mad at jimin for lying to you, mad at his friends for sticking up for him and most of all, mad at yourself for being a naïve idiot and believing him. you gather the polaroids and look at them. you wipe your tears, ready to remove this chapter of your life and to convince yourself that whatever he said were all lies. you pick up a polaroid, so close to tearing it when you hear soft knocking on your door. you sigh and keep the polaroids aside and walk to the door, assuming it’s seokjin again, trying to lift your spirits. you open the door, "jin, i swear i don't need your "healing soup" anymore-" "oh, uh were you expecting him instead?" you freeze in your spot, not able to process the person in front of you.

jimin, the boy you've spent nights crying over, is standing outside your door. bags by his side, his hair a pretty blonde and a soft, apologetic smile on his face. "hello? earth to y/n?" he chuckles, "let me in will you?" you let him in, like its muscle memory, staring at him blankly. "what's wrong? say something, you're scaring me now" he laughs nervously. "you never called." you say it like it’s nothing not like it physically hurt you. jimin sighs "i can explain, y/n okay? it was wrong, i know-" "wrong? it was wrong?" you laugh humorlessly, "you never called, forget that, you might've been busy, but at least respond to a text? to let me know you're alive and healthy? instead i see you on tv, smiling like it’s no one's business!" he walks to you and cups your face gently, "believe me when i say i'm sorry, darling." he wipes the tears from your face, you didn't even realize you were crying. you push him away and look at him, disappointed.

jimin can feel his heart slowly cracking at your dismayed face. this is not how he wanted this to go.

“Darling-”

“get out.”

he looks at you in shock. not once have you ever spoken to him like that. “will you please listen to me?” he pleads. desperation is prominently written all over his face. the more you look at him, the more you feel your resolve breaking. You look at him, stone cold. “i do not want to listen to your sob story, jimin. i do not want to listen to your pathetic excuses of why you didn’t keep your promises,” you reckon you sound like a kid now, talking about breaking promises. jimin runs a hand through his hair, a habit of his when he’s frustrated. “you’ll go-” “bald, i know darling,” hint of a smile on his face. “can we sit?” he gestures to the couch. you nod and sit, the frustration and anger you had on him has disappeared apparently. jimin sits on the couch, letting out a quiet "oof". you sit up straight, “want something to drink? maybe a bit of food?” where is all this coming from? Weren’t you just vexed at him a few moments ago? A genuine smile spreads across jimin’s face, “just need you to listen to me, darling. please?” he looks at you with longing eyes. you nod, gesturing for him to speak. “you’re my world, darling. not boxing, not the trophies and medals but you.

you were and still the reason i ever started dreaming about life again. i hated the very thought of living, despised it because nothing mattered anymore. In a world where you need something worthy enough to move forward, when i had nothing, i had you. the light of my life.” “still doesn’t explain why you ghosted me, jimin” you say bitterly. “are you trying to sweet talk your way back into my life? because that is definitely not going to work.”

jimin grabs your hands, desperate for you to listen to what he has to say. “don’t you get it? you’re the reason i started living because of you. when nothing would go my way, when my family detested the very thought of me, when alcohol couldn’t take away my problems, it was you who pulled me up.” you look at him, unaware of how he was feeling. you open your mouth to speak but you close it. you want to hear more. “you filled me up. with the good and the bad, the pretty and the ugly most importantly, with you. after you, i had hope. hope that things will turn out for the better. but i had to go and ruin everything just because i was greedy. my dreams became bigger than the love i had and i regret that” he grips your hands tighter “so much. You have to believe me, please” you look away not able to stop your eyes from tearing up. he places his head on your tummy and lets out a quiet sob. you stroke his hair, “what was this use of all this, jimin? why did you leave everything for me suddenly?” he looks up at you, eyes shining with tears, “cause it was all for you, darling. you’re my everything. what was the use of achieving so much if i didn’t have the sole reason for my existence next to me?” you peck his forehead, unable to stop yourself from giving him all the affection you had pent up inside. he intertwines your hands together and smiles, “you are all of my life.”

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a/n: the ending sucks ik pls don't come for moi

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summary: a cute date involving your boyfriend, the barbie movie, and one strawberry shortcake milkshake.

warnings: f reader, boyfriend jimin, kissing, fluff!!

word count ~2.2k

a/n: fluffy jimin drabble in honor of valentine’s day!! (to those who celebrate) sorry i slightly rushed through this, but i wanted to post! ❤️🫶🏼🌹 

also no spoilers for the barbie movie! 🩷

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“Babe please,” you whine, tugging at your boyfriend’s arm, “Just put the outfit on!” 

You’re currently in you and your boyfriend’s bedroom, clothes scattered everywhere with the controversial outfit laid out on the bed. 

“No!” Retorts Jimin, crossing his arms sassily. 

Why were you arguing? Because today was July 21st, and the Barbie Movie was out. All you wanted was a cute little movie date with your boyfriend, and of course you had to dress on theme. But someone was being stubborn.

“Babe, it’s just a pink outfit! I wanted us to look cute together for the movie,” you pout, giving up and sitting on the bed.

Truthfully, the outfit wasn’t that bad. A pink and aqua striped button up with pink shorts. But one might’ve thought you were asking Jimin to wear an inflatable costume with the way he was acting.

“I know sweets, but can’t I just wear my usual clothing? What’s so special about this movie anyways?” Jimin asks, coming to sit next to you.

You trace the flowers on the bedspread, unsure of what to say. Why did you want him to wear this? Maybe because you were looking forward to this movie, maybe because you wanted to be a cute matching couple.

Jimin sighs, wrapping his arms around you and you feel the soft fabric of his sweatshirt.

“Okay. I’m sorry love, if you really want me to wear this I will if it makes you happy. I want you to be happy, my love,” Jimin says softly, giving you a soft peck on your nose, making you giggle.

“There’s my sweets’ smile!” Jimin then proceeds to give you a smattering of kisses all over your face. Both your cheeks, your lips, your forehead, the small freckle on your chin.

You laugh, saying “Jimin, stop! Babe, please!” 

Jimin does stop, giving you one last smooch on your lips.

“Okay, I’ll go change. You need to as well!” He says, pushing you to the closet, “I know you’ve been planning this outfit for a while!” 

Yes, you had been. Ever since you found out the release date for the movie you had rushed to find the perfect outfit. 

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As soon as you saw the trailer and Barbie’s pink gingham dress, you were inspired. Dragging Jimin with you (much to his dismay), you shopped until you found pink and white gingham shorts overalls. 

“Babe look! It’s perfect!” You cheered to Jimin, grabbing it off the rack. 

Jimin smiled at you, happy that you were happy.

“Yes it is. Now, what shoes are you wearing with it?” 

You hadn’t even thought of shoes! 

“Ummm…I’m not sure. What do you think?” You ask, going up to the counter to pay.

After exiting the story, you two had stopped for a smoothie. Sitting in the booth, you contemplate your shoe options. 

“I think you should find some cute sneakers to go with it,” said Jimin, putting his arm around your shoulder. 

You nod, excited at the prospect of new shoes (what can you say? you’re a shopaholic). 

“Okay! Let’s go!” 

You barely give Jimin time to finish his smoothie before you’re leading him to a shoe store.

After much scouring, you find the perfect sneakers that are white with a pink bow on the side.

Jimin paid for them, ignoring your protests.

“Let me spoil you, sweets. It’s my job as your boyfriend,” he said, pulling out his fancy credit card.

~ 

Now, you pull on the overalls with a plain white tee beneath it and spritz yourself with perfume that Jimin got for your two year anniversary. 

“Almost ready babe!” You call to Jimin, grabbing your pink quilted heart purse. A quick check in the mirror shows that your pink bows in your hair were still intact.

Opening the closet door, you stop in your tracks when you see Jimin. His shirt has the top button open, showing off his collarbones and he really is your Ken. Your other half. 

You swear that you fall even more in love. 

“Wow, Jimin. You look perfect. I love you so much,” you breathe out, walking over to kiss him.

“You look perfect too, mi amor, and I love you as well,” says Jimin, returning the sweet kiss. 

After you pull away Jimin buries his head in your neck, happy that you’re wearing the sweet perfume he got you.

“Mmm…love, you smell like strawberries…” Jimin mumbles, not realizing he was making me blush.

“Let’s go!” You say, quickly bounding to get your shoes on and trying to ignore your heated face.

Jimin laughs but follows you and you both put your shoes on and head out. 

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At the theatre Jimin buys popcorn and a drinks, telling you “Let me treat you. It’s my duty as a good boyfriend!” 

Munching on popcorn you two find a seat in the middle of the almost-empty theatre.

“We almost have the whole place to ourselves!” You whisper to Jimin, glancing around. There’s only another couple in the back and a family in the front.

The trailers start, and you and Jimin always have play a game to guess what the movie is before the trailer is over.

“Wonka! Starring Timothy Chalamet!” You cheer quietly, smiling at Jimin’s eye roll. 

“Whatever. You just think he’s hot,” Jimin grumbles. 

You shrug. “Maybe so. But I still guessed it!” 

Eventually, the movie starts. The opening scene was surprising, but you quickly were invested.

From Barbie’s fabulous outfits to Gloria’s speech, you loved it. 

At the end, when ‘What Was I Made For?’ was playing, you felt a tear roll down your cheek. The song touched your soul and this movie truly resonated with you.

“My love, please don’t cry,” murmers Jimin, reaching over to gently wipe the tear away.

This sweet gesture just makes you tear up more. 

“Amor, what’s wrong?” Jimin asks, concerned when you don’t stop crying. He hates to see you sad, and would do anything to make you happy.

“I-it’s just that-“ sniffle “-the message in the movie is so m-meaningful to me and I-“ sniffle “-just love you so much and appreciate you and the way you’ve never made me feel stupid and-“

“My love, you are not stupid. You are so smart and you mean the world to me,” Jimin says, reaching in to hug you tightly. “I am so glad that this movie touched your soul so much, and you will always be my one and only.”

Hugging Jimin back feels like the warm feeling you get when you eat hot soup. It starts with the heat in your stomach and then becomes warmth that spreads to the rest of your body. You feel true happiness.

“Thank you baby,” you whisper into Jimin’s shoulder, hugging him (if possible) more snugly.

Jimin kisses your head softly.

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After the movie you two head out, Jimin’s jacket slung over your shoulders. Drunk on love you two giggle like lovesick teenagers as you leave and go into the chilly evening air.

“Babe I don’t want to go hoooome,” you whine to Jimin, climbing into the passenger seat of his car. 

“Okay, we don’t have to yet. Where do you want to go?” Jimin asks, pulling out of the movie theatre parking lot. 

“I don’t know…let’s just drive around,” you suggest. 

Jimin drives around and there’s nothing much open. Then you get a glimpse of a lit up neon sign down the road.

“Baby! Let’s go there, it looks open!” You point to the sign and Jimin obliges.

Jimin parks and you see that it’s a small diner. 

“Looks like it’s still open. Let’s go in!” Jimin exclaims, opening the door for you. He’s ever the gentlemen. 

The bell jingles as we step inside the vintage looking diner, with worn black and white tile and pink leather booths. Matching stools line the counter and milkshake machines with glasses are behind it.

“Wow. I’ve never been in here before. Maybe it’s new?” You ask, partly to yourself.

“Maybe so. C’mon, let’s order something!” Jimin practically drags you to the counter and you two sit next to each other on the spinny barstools. 

There’s no one eating, but you do hear a couple sounds from in the kitchen, a sign that someone’s here. 

“Be with you in a moment!” Calls a cheery voice.

You and Jimin look around at the diner, admiring the jukebox in the corner while you wait.

A minute later a brown haired girl comes out of the kitchen holding a notepad.

“Hello! Sorry about the wait. Welcome to the Magic Shop Diner. My name’s Amelia and I’ll take your order today! What can I get for you two?”

You and Jimin look at the menu on the wall, unsure of what to order because of the variety of choices. 

“What would you recommend?” Jimin finally asks, after several moments of hesitation. 

“Well, for couples there’s a strawberry shortcake milkshake special! A large milkshake with two straws for a lower price!” Peppy Amelia says.

“What about it love? Do you want the strawberry shortcake special?” Jimin asks you. 

You think about it. Come to think of it, a milkshake would really hit the spot. And a pink one? Perfect for the movie you just saw.

“Sure, but only if you want it,” you say, grasping Jimin’s hand.

“If that’s what you want, let’s get it. We’ll take one strawberry shortcake milkshake with the couple special please,” orders Jimin. 

“Great! I’ll get that for you as soon as possible.” Amelia goes to the milkshakes machine and starts to make it. 

“I’m excited babe. It’s perfect for the Barbie movie! I have to take a picture of it before we eat it,” you say, thinking about how aesthetically pleasing the milkshake will look in the diner.

“Sure, sweets. I’ll take some of you with the milkshake too,” Jimin says fondly, grinning at the beam in your eyes.

You lay your head on Jimin’s shoulder, his hand warming yours. Closing your eyes for a moment, you think about how happy you feel. The perfect boyfriend with the perfect movie for a perfect date.

“Your order is ready!” Amelia says, breaking your train of thought. 

You open your eyes and lift your head up. There on the counter is a pink milkshake piled with whipped cream, a slice of strawberry shortcake, and a cherry on top. It looks like a sugary paradise.

“It’s perfect! Thank you, Amelia,” you gush, whipping out your phone. After snapping some photos of the milkshake, Jimin takes your phone and tells you to pose. You slide the drink closer to you and grin. Then you mime taking a sip, but something doesn’t feel right.

“Babe! I need you in a picture with me. Let’s take a selfie!” You hold out your phone as you and Jimin take a sip of the milkshake together. Afterwards, Jimin presses a kiss to your lips, and you barely stop yourself from dropping your phone. His lips taste like strawberry and you swear it’s like tasting heaven. 

“Mmm, babe!” You say, your voice slightly muffled.

Jimin takes the hint and pulls away, smirking at your flustered face. “What’s wrong, my love?” 

You glare at him. “I want to eat the milkshake now! And you’re distracting me!” 

Jimin’s smirk melts into a cheesy grin. “Okay, fine. Let’s devour this thing!”

After much slurping and many ‘mmms’ you and Jimin finally finish the milkshake.

“That was so good,” you moan, once again resting your head on Jimin’s shoulder. Tummy full, all you want to do is curl up and sleep off the sugar.

“I agree. Hey, Amelia, how much do we owe?” Jimin asks, catching the attention of the brunette.

“Well…it’s on the house because you two are too cute!” Amelia cheers. You swear you see heart eyes as Amelia looks at you and Jimin. 

“No, really, how much did we owe you?” Jimin presses, refusing to accept the free drink.

“Really, nothing,” Amelia assures, pushing away Jimin’s cash.

“But it was so good! Surely we need to pay,” you protest, seeing Amelia shake her head.

“Fine. Then we’ll just leave a huge tip,” says Jimin, leaving the cash in the tip jar by the cash register.

“Oh, well you really don’t have to!” Amelia says, but you can tell she’s happy about it.

“Yes, we do. And we’ll recommend this place to our friends too!” You say, already imagining the future double dates you and your friends can do here.

“Well, we appreciate it. You folks are so cute! I hope you have a great evening,” Amelia says cheerily.

“You too!”

You and Jimin leave with your arms around each other.

Once you get inside the car, you sigh. “I’m so happy right now, babe. I hope we can always be this happy.”

Jimin turns to look at you for a brief moment, smiling. “Me too. I love you so much, my love.” 

“And I love you.” You yawn wide, the night’s activities catching up to you.

“Take a nap, amor. I’ll wake you when we get home,” Jimin says, giving me a blanket from the backseat. 

“Okay, thanks baby.” 

You close your eyes and fall asleep, wondering, “How did I get so lucky?”

a/n: I am trying to write more small fics/drabbles! hope you enjoyed reading. 🩷🫶🏼

the dark side of the moon (m)

➾ werewolf!jimin x reader

➾ 11.1k

➾ warnings: rough penetrative werewolf sex, knotting, mentions of lots of cum, breeding kink

➾ hello my friends!!! i wanted to keep up the tradition of gifting u all a jimin fic on my birthday, so i decided to speed write this :-) i can’t believe a year has passed by again, thank you all for your love and support!!!

➾ summary: falling in love at first sight is cliche, not until it happens to you on a dark night in a lonely alley. but you’re only human, while Park Jimin is Alpha of his pack; it could never work out. so you resort to pining for him like a wolf howling at the moon, but when Jimin goes feral, that’s when everything changes. 

enjoy, darlings ❤️

The heavy scent of blood and sex greets you immediately once you step into the house, and you wrinkle your nose in distaste, tugging your black face mask back over the lower half of your face. You should be more than used to this already, having been associated with this particular pack of wolves ever since you stumbled upon them a few years ago, but it never gets better.

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| jimin | love is blind

Jimin x reader

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Summary→ in a world where soulmates share eye color, some had one blue and one green, some brown and blue but jimin had one dark brown and one completely white.

Ever Since jimin was born he came out with one white eye. Though the doctor said everything with his vision was fine his parents worried more for his future, there had never been reports of soulmates with white eyes before. Did he not have a soulmate? Had they passed away?

When jimin was younger kids had teased him for his eye saying he'd be lonely forever. Now that he's older people just tend to stare and give dirty looks. Jimin had got used to the idea that he'd grow old all alone, but he couldn't help but get a little jealous when he saw his best friend jungkook be so loving with his soulmate. They looked so at peace with each other, hands intertwined, soft giggles leaving their lips.

"Jimin Hyung" the younger one called out breaking him from his daze, "me and Riko are going to get ice cream, want to join us?" Jungkook asked "no thank jungkook, I have practice" jungkook whined "ah ok maybe next time" he waved to jimin with a smile "sure" jimin waved as he headed to the dance room.

Jimin was a dance major and put all his time into practice hoping one day his dream of being a successful dancer would come true. He spent close to three hours perfecting his dance for his test next week, students had to come up with their own choreography using the given prompt, love.

Even though the choreography was free and smooth he felt so disconnected from it. He didn't know what love felt like. His dance was more filled with emptiness and loss. He splashed his face with cold water cooling himself down, his breath was heavy as he examined his face in the mirror glancing at his white eye before packing his things.

He walked through the baren hallways with his head down full of thoughts that clouded his head. He took a tumble backward after someone bumped into them dropping all their books, "sorry" she apologized as her hands Skyward the floor trying to find her books. "It's ok, it me help you" he said bending down picking up the books "oh thank you" you smiled. Your eyes, they matched perfectly matched his, white in the left and a dark brown in the right but how? He thought he would be alone forever. His trans broke once you stud up.

"Your eye," he said jumping his feet. You turned around with an awkward smile "yeah, it's like that I'm blind" his breath hitched. So he did have a soulmate and he was looking at her right in the face. "I-i think I'm your soulmate" he blurted out, the air around you suddenly felt thin and you could hear a pin drop. "Park jimin, dance major" he introduced himself "y/n l/n history major, are you sure?" He nodded but mentally hit himself "yes, I have one white eye in my right and dark brown in my left, I thought I didn't have a soulmate..."

"I uh.." You were speechless "would you like to hang out, I'm free right now," he asked. Was this how he was supposed to do it? He never thought about a scenario like this before, why would he, his whole life had been a lie, he did have a soulmate. "Sure, I was just heading to the library if you wanted to join me" you smiled "the library? Aren't you blind?" You nodded "these are in braille" he mouthed an "oh" before speaking up "sure," he said following your lead. "Here," he said opening the door for you "thank you"

You felt your way around the library making your way to the desk "hi miss.l/n how can I help you" the librarian asked in a sweet tone "just returning these" you said handing off your books. "Would you like to take a seat?" He nodded pulling out a seat for the both of you. A few sounds of silence passed before you spoke up "I don't mean to weird you out but can I feel your face?" You asked "sure" he leaned in and guided your hands to his face before letting them go to roam his face. Your hands gently outlined his features while his eyes admired yours. "Very plump lips and a small nose, I bet your pretty" he giggled as his cheeks turned a dark red "thank you, you are pretty"

"So you're a dance major?" You questioned "yes, I have a test coming up next week" you hummed a response "what about?" You asked curiously "i have to come up with a choreography using the prompt love" you tilted your head "really, i bet it's gonna be great" you smiled "i hope so"

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Over the next week, he spent all his time either hanging out with you or practice and the more time he spent with you the more his dance changed, the more he felt connected with the word "love". Friday's had come up fast and it was now time to show off his dance. The music started and the dance began at a fast yet graceful pace at first showing sadness and distraught but his movements became slow as his hands raised from his chest, his neck, and then his eyes where a blindfold had laid. He carefully untied the blindfold before tearing it off in a fast motion following the music. His movements once again turned fast but this time gentle showing fulfillment and joy. The music slowly began to fade as he dropped to the floor with a raised hand before placing it on his chest as the music stopped.

Claps soon filled the silence "that was great Mr.park now what is your dance called" one of the professors asked "love is blind" he smiled "alright Mr. park thank you" he smiled giving a bow before walking off stage and out into the hallway. "Jimin?" You called out "y/n, what are you doing here?" He asked with the biggest smile "i knew you had a test today so i thought i surprise you" you said, "how did you do?" You asked "the professor said i did great but i wouldn't have been able to it as well without you" he said brushing your hair behind your ears.

"What do you mean?" You asked confused "i didn't know what love felt like before i meeting you, but over the last week of knowing you, i found it and unleashed it into my dance. i don't think i would be able to represent the word love without you" you were in shock at jimins words. He took the opportunity to press a soft kiss on your lips before backing away "y/n, will you be my girlfriend?" He asked not being able to contain a smile, you brought your hand to your lips "really?" You blushed being completely flustered "really." He said placing a hand on your shoulder "id love that" you said full of joy "great, my love would you like to get some ice cream?" You nodded "great, let's go" he said placing another kiss on your forehead making you giggle. "My love" he whispered.

Silver Stardust

Pairing: Draas!Jimin x Human!(f)reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Fantasy, Alien, Angst, Fluff, Smut, One-Shot

WC: 17.1k

Warnings/Tags: explicit sexual content, language, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), kind of/sort of public sex, this turned soft, fluff galore, tiny bit of angst

Thank you so much for the request @ldysmfrst 🥰 Happy (super) late birthday gift, and I'm sorry it took me so long to finish it! I was glad to have the opportunity to write something like this, seeing as how I was thinking about dabbling in a little bit of an alien AU eventually! Hope you enjoy!

“Here.”

The small stack of cash was shoved into my hands. Even without counting it, I knew it was much less than what we had initially agreed upon when I offered to help him clean his store. Just to be sure though, I quickly added it up.

“This isn’t even half of what you told me you’d give me.”

“It’s more than I should be giving away already. Sorry lady, we’re all struggling to get by around here. I got my own family to feed.”

The man waved me off, clearly fed up with my presence and just wanting me out. Part of me wanted to argue, the colorful words I had for him on the tip of my tongue until the bell above the front door chimed announcing someone’s arrival. He turned his attention from me, greeting the customer warmly and rounding the counter intent on securing a sale as he appealed to the older couple slowly making their way towards me. Sighing defeatedly, I opted to cut my losses, stowing the meager pay I’d accumulated into my pocket.

The store owner and couple hardly paid me any mind as I skirted past them, donning the hood of my coat to semi-protect myself from the rain. Another gloomy day to serve as a direct representation of how I felt on the inside. Not that there was much to bring happiness these days anyway. The world was going to shit, hardly anyone could afford to live, the lack of money forced people to take out more loans they were unable to pay, and our planet was dying. What a time to be alive.

I was simply one of millions just trying to survive. My only concern being how to get by day to day. My eyes scanned a sheet of paper that had been plastered to one of dozens of storefronts as I passed by. The key to our salvation lies with them, it read. I shook my head, pushing my fists a little deeper into my pockets. The number of people who spent their days printing and handing out those fliers always baffled me. I didn’t have time to waste on other’s problems, let alone how to save this wretched world. It was a wonder so many other people thought differently.

“Rejoice! For they have brought with them a solution!” I jumped at the sudden shout.

The woman in front of me smiled as if she were truly happy to have run into me. Completely unperturbed by the torrential downpour around us as she had taken shelter under a nearby awning I was passing. One arm filled with the same fliers pasted all over the street, the other urging me to take one of them for myself.

“God has forsaken us, and they have taken it upon themselves to answer our desperate plea for help in His stead. The Draas are our future now and we should repay them accordingly.”

I tried to hide my grimace at the implications of her words. The Draas were a dying race of extraterrestrials. Supposedly one of many out there. The day we came to know of their existence, they had offered to help us in restoring our planet. Bring it back from the brink of destruction. And in a way, they have. At least for those who could afford it. In the beginning, most of the world was looking forward to all our problems being solved quickly. Famine, lack of clean and available water, shelter. The Draas had an affinity for the elements. Their very ancestors having claimed to be derived from nature itself.

While they were more than capable of healing a dying world, doing so also took a toll on them. Apparently reviving a planet as tainted as ours has been a bigger hurdle than anyone expected. Them included. The process a long and arduous one that made progress slow. Especially with how few of them there were. And the longer it took, the more a significant portion of humanity lost hope. I was one of them.

I had pretty much come to terms with the idea that I wouldn’t see the world returned to its former glory in my lifetime. But she was referring to their counteroffer. The Draas had asked for a favor in return for saving Earth. They wished to live alongside us and save their race. Some groups against the Draas entirely believed their reasoning for coming here was to exploit human women. Use them as a means to bring their population up again. Which I suppose wasn’t too far a stretch considering they had indirectly hinted at that in a way.

Despite that request though, none of them seemed particularly interested in taking just any woman. There were no snatching women off the streets or coercing them into serving them solely for the purpose of procreation. Rather, women went willingly. If a Draas would take them, that is. For a dying race, they were notably picky. But I guess they could afford to be. Especially after women caught wind of the Draas searching for life partners and the unearthly pleasures some women have claimed to experience at their hands, there was no shortage of them to choose from.

Clinics had opened under the orders of Draas officials to accommodate the influx of human women willing to sign an agreement stating they would take one of them as a life partner should they be deemed fit for it. Another ploy for them to get one step closer to their goal of repopulating under the guise of providing income for many impoverished people. Another impatient urge of paper in front of my face reminded me of the woman blocking my path. I attempted a half-hearted smile, trying to politely decline the sheet she offered. But she didn’t accept it.

“Take it my dear. It could be the end of your needless suffering and the beginning of a new life.”

I decided to take it from her, albeit unwillingly, but my hope was that she would leave me alone if I did so. Not bothering to read it, I shoved it into a pocket like I had with the sad excuse for a payday I harbored. I yanked the hood of my coat further down on my head praying it would stave off the wind that whipped the pellets of rain with it. In the back of my mind, I thought about the leak in the roof of my bathroom back home. I couldn’t remember whether I had replaced the bucket I kept under it or not. Surely if I made it home quickly there wouldn’t be too much to clean up if I hadn’t.

With that thought, I hastened my pace. Barely stopping long enough for the crosswalk lights to switch. I found myself urging one of them to change impatiently, my eyes flickering between the stoplight for the oncoming traffic and the crosswalk sign across the road from me. That was where I found myself when my eyes landed on him. He wore a beige long coat, the ends of it brushing the tops of his calves. Legs clad in a pair of black slacks that were indistinguishable from the hem of his black turtleneck. All it took was a glance to know that he was not a human amidst the crowd of them waiting on the light like I was.

And I wasn’t just saying that because of the lack of an umbrella, although that would have been the most obvious giveaway. The rain poured down around him, and yet, he remained untouched. His bubblegum pink hair fluffy, recalling the picture I’d seen once of cotton candy. It was like he had an invisible shield around him that repelled the water intent on drenching the rest of us.

I was so caught up in watching him that I didn’t notice the lights change. Not even when he started moving, coming closer. The final nail in the coffin determining he wasn’t human being the way he glowed under the streetlights. That iridescent skin common among the Draas that appealed to their beauty even more. The kaleidoscope of translucent colors over the skin of his cheeks was mesmerizing. What I could see of them anyway with the black shades perched on his nose. I watched transfixed as he strolled through the downpour without a care.

His gait smooth and confident amongst the people that rushed past him. He strode across the road in no hurry. In a way that made it seem as if the world was waiting on him versus the ever-ticking countdown of the clock we humans tended to abide by.

A rough shoulder check from behind me shook me from my stupor. The impact sending me directly into a puddle on my hands and knees with the man responsible barely turning long enough to emit a rushed apology, sprinting across the street before the crosswalk timer made it to zero. I inspected my scraped palms to see the damage, a bit peeved for how this entire day was turning out. Not only was I skimped on payment and facing the possibility of coming home to a flooded bathroom floor, but I was also soaked to the bone.

The water seeped through my pants, practically bathing my knees and down, socks and all. I sighed, rubbing the soreness out of my palms while trying to keep my emotions in check. What a shitty day.

“You should really back away from the road before you end up worse off.”

The hand that was proffered had thin, shapely fingers, a smooth palm and on the backs of them I could trace the veins up until they disappeared beneath the sleeve of a beige coat. His skin was pale except for where the light caught the faint iridescence. My eyes trailed up the arm of the person offering to help me, catching the sliver of a black turtleneck before the color clashed with pink. Both from the shimmer of his skin and his hair that nearly matched it.

He still wore those black shades, but his eyes were the last thing I could have imagined having to split my attention between as a slow, soft smile formed on his plump lips. Pink. Just like the rest of him. It took me another good fifteen seconds or so to realize he meant me. Snapping myself out of it, I took his hand with a quiet thanks letting him help me up out of the puddle I still knelt in.

“Are you alright?” His voice was light, melodic even, as he asked about my wellbeing.

“Other than a couple of scrapes and feeling like a drowned rat, I’m fine.” I laughed under my breath.

I hadn’t realized I still had ahold of his hand until he flipped the one in his grasp over to observe my injury. He hummed in thought before a slight pout tugged at his bottom lip.

“I’m afraid I can’t help with those. It’s a bit out of my scope of ability, but I can make you feel not so much like a ‘drowned rat’.” He chuckled at the last bit.

Even in his somewhat broken tone while speaking my language, I understood him. It was clear he wasn’t used to it. Like how it sounds when a lot of people pick up a second or third language and haven’t mastered it to fluency yet. But he was well-versed enough to get by and his pronunciation decent for me to understand with little difficulty. I found it peculiar. He wasn’t the only Draas to know human language, but it wasn’t terribly common for them to have put as much effort into it as he seemed to have.

“Oh, um, don’t worry about it. I was bound to be in a similar state by the time I made it home anyway.”

The reminder of the rain that still cascaded around us came as an afterthought. The realization that I wasn’t being pelted with it sinking in slowly. Somehow, the bubble he appeared to be shrouded in that made him untouchable extending to me with our proximity. Outside of it, everyone else hurried past us, umbrellas in hand and hoods over their heads to fend off the seemingly endless torrent. Fascinated, I reached out to where it looked as if the invisible shelter above us gave way to rain once more. My fingertips breaching that wall only to be met with the deluge.

“Sometimes I forget you humans find such wonder in things we consider mundane.”

I turned my attention back to him, finding the inquisitive tilt to his head rather endearing in an unanticipated way.

“I don’t typically interact with your kind.” I mumbled, extracting my hand from his grip, and letting both drop to my side. “I suppose it’s to be expected when I don’t often associate with people who can do such things.”

“Then your decision to participate in partner matching is a relatively recent one?”

“What?”

His eyes flicked down to my pockets, nodding towards it. I looked down, noticing the flyer the lady from earlier had beseeched me to take. Quickly, I shoved it back out of sight.

“Oh, no. I’m not interested in… that.”

Even through the impenetrable lenses of his sunglasses, I could feel his eyes searching mine. The bubble around us not only warded off the weather, but also the rest of the world to a degree. Outside conversation and the noises of the city itself sort of muffled. It felt like we were truly in a world of our own. So close to the outside, but not quite part of it.

“How unfortunate.” He finally broke the awkwardness that had manifested within our bubble. “You’re not like them. It would have been a nice change.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I kept quiet. A small smile spread over his lips, his hands lifting and reaching out towards my face. My much smaller frame froze, unsure what he was doing until he pulled the hood of my jacket back into place.

“Be careful, alright?”

His movements were gentle. Double checking that it was secure before letting me go and bidding me one last smile to continue on his way. Part of me was still reeling from our interaction. I had never spent that amount of time in such close conjunction with a Draas. The sudden heavy weight of rain atop my shoulders again pulled me back to where I was and what I had been doing. The reminder of the way it poured down on me making everything within the last couple of minutes feel like a dream. Tugging on my hood, I glanced at the crosswalk light, happy to see it green and despite the low-end of the countdown. I sprinted across the street quickly. I didn’t know if it was the brief reprieve during my encounter with the pink haired Draas, but it felt like the rain around me was coming down harder.

I didn’t let up my pace the rest of the way to my house. The squelching in my shoes serving as a better motivator to get out of the rain and inside than the downpour itself. The first glimpse of my dilapidated porch brought a sense of relief. I slipped under the caving roof, glad that for as rough condition it was in, it was enough to protect me at least a little. Pushing the hood off my head, the first thing that caught my attention was the red paper taped to my front door. My relief was dashed just as I ripped it off.

Eviction Notice

“Fuck.” I groaned, noticing the date on it was this upcoming Friday.

Crumpling the sheet in my hand, I darted back out into the rain. Running the half-block further down the street to where I knew my landlord lived. I didn’t even care that I hadn’t bothered to pull my hood back on. I was already wet for the most part anyway. I ducked under her small awning, reaching the door in record time.

“Mrs. Tran!” My knocking was probably a bit more frantic than was necessary, but I chalked it up to making sure she’d be able to hear me over the rain and whatever sit com she probably had playing on her television.

It took a minute, but the shifting of the curtains next to the door revealed the older lady in question checking to see who was at her stoop. I waved politely, barely catching the small frown before she let the curtains fall back into place and I heard the deadbolt slide back. She pulled the door open just enough to glance at me through the crack.

“What are you doing out in this weather? You’re soaked to the bone.” She fretted, looking me over.

“Mrs. Tran, I need to talk to you.” I told her, holding up the notice.

Her eyes dropped to it, quickly reading it over before sighing softly and opening the door a bit more. She pulled her robe a bit tighter around her to fend off the chill the rain and wind brought with it.

“So, they finally served it.” She mumbled, shaking her head. “I’m sorry dear, you haven’t paid in months. You’re behind at least six months’ worth of payments. I just can’t afford to take what you can get here and there anymore.”

“I can pay!” I interjected quickly. “If I can get the money, will you let me stay?”

She sighed again, looking over my shoulder to the rain-soaked streets behind me.

“If you can pay me everything you owe plus court costs, I’ll let you stay. But I need it by the end of the week.” She relented, grabbing the notice from me.

I watched as she scribbled across the bottom of it. Totaling the amount I owed her, and what she wanted before the week’s end.

“I like you, Y/N, I really do. But I’m struggling like everyone else, and I can’t let you squeak by anymore.” She handed the paper back to me.

“I know, Mrs. Tran. I appreciate what you’ve let me have this far. I’ll get your money to you, I promise.”

She nodded, waving me off. “Get home and dry yourself off before you get sick.”

“Thank you!” I managed to slip in before she closed the door.

Tucking the notice under my jacket, I ran back into the rain. Trying my best to keep the paper from getting wet as I sprinted back to my house. It really wasn’t much, but it was livable. Which was more than enough nowadays when many people found themselves in much worse situations than me. At least I had a roof over my head (as patchy as it was) and a comfortable place to sleep. Quickly sliding my key into the deadbolt and unlocking it, I slammed the door behind me making sure to turn the lock back.

I swiped my wet hair out of my face, kicking my drenched shoes off wanting nothing more than to shower and hide away the rest of the day. But I knew that wouldn’t happen. Tugging the red paper out of my jacket, I looked down at the figure I owed. Feeling disheartened at the large number, I leaned into the door tiredly. I knew it was a shot in the dark offering to begin with, considering I was struggling to find odd jobs let alone a steady paycheck, but it was either that or lose the only home I have. I let the paper drop onto the table nearby, already trying to come up with some way to make that amount of money in less than a week as I shrugged out of my jacket. Remembering the money I had made earlier, I reached into my pockets, figuring it was as a good a start as any, I found not just the cash, but also the flier I had been handed.

The name of one of the Draas clinics in bright bold lettering took up the top of the page. Followed by several photos of proud clinicians and satisfied female customers, information plastered all over it about the mission of the organization and the services they provided. Mostly tailored to Draas and human women relationships. But that wasn’t what was important. At the bottom of the page, the recruitment ad caught my eye. The italicized bit requesting human women who would be willing to potentially be matched to a Draas to schedule an appointment. The guarantee of a hefty amount of money if you passed a physical exam and some additional tests more than enticing. I ran my eyes over the number several times, but it was still there. Five thousand. That’s what they were promising. Not enough for me to pay Mrs. Tran back in full, but it would cut down a significant portion.

I chewed on my bottom lip, unsure. It wasn’t like I had anything against them personally. My limited interactions with the Draas were never unpleasant, but I also didn’t get many chances to get to know them either. In all transparency, they were an alien race that I didn’t know much about besides what I’d heard through the news channels and supporters off the streets.

And here I am considering signing my life away for money.

It was a well-known fact that once a Draas chose a partner, that was it. They spent the rest of their lives with the person they choose, and they took it very seriously. While I had never heard about those few “lucky” women ever complaining, that didn’t mean the weight of being involved with one of them was any less terrifying.

However, my options were limited. Either I bite the bullet and secure a way to make some good money with the possibility of being partnered with a Draas or risk not being able to make anything by the time I need to and being thrown out on the street. As much as I hated it, the choice was blaringly obvious, but the benefits far outweighed the cons in the first option. Besides, there were hundreds, maybe even thousands of women who have already signed up. The chances of me getting picked were incredibly slim.

Satisfied with my logic, I grabbed my phone to schedule an appointment.

For as simple as the decision seemed, my anxiety since I stepped foot in this place hasn’t ebbed. It didn’t matter that I had been here for a good hour and a half, the longer I was here, the worse it got. Though I should have expected as much, the lobby was packed when I first arrived. Some women who I assumed were probably there for much the same reason I was, although I didn’t know if their motives matched mine, and others who looked to be couples. Women with their Draas partners, who looked absolutely thrilled together.

One in particular caught my attention. The Draas fawning over his partner who was noticeably pregnant. If I were being honest, the sight of the two of them spiked my nerves through the roof. Surely on the off chance I was chosen, that wasn’t to be my fate, right? Now that the seed was planted, I couldn’t keep my mind from coming up with frightening scenarios about being stuck with a Draas who would choose me simply for the purpose of procreation. I mean, I guess that was part of the reason that these clinics were brought in existence in the first place. And I supposed most women signed up with the thought that they would eventually have a family with a Draas, but, again, my motives were not the same as most human females that walked through that door. Just as I made to change my mind and get the hell out of there, my name was called, and I was led to a room down the hall where my vitals were written down, photo taken, and I was asked to wait for the doctor to conclude my physical.

Being made to wait in a room, alone, made me even antsier. My leg bouncing before I realized the action and forced myself to stop. I was really beginning to second guess myself now. To anyone paying attention it was obvious I didn’t belong here. Even more so after seeing all the happy couples and excited single women in the lobby. I needed the money, but the more time I had to sit with my own thoughts, the less pertinent that amount of cash seemed. I was even beginning to con myself into thinking I’d be able to make the money some other way.

That thought was what finally pushed me off the exam table and across the room. Double checking I had my belongings, I pushed the door open, peeking around it to see if anyone was there. A lone nurse stood at the end of the hall, deep in conversation with whoever was sat at the nurses’ station. More than confident I could get out of here without being spotted, I slipped through the gap I made, and headed in the opposite direction. I tried to be as quick as possible while still being silent, the quiet tapping of my feet feeling too loud even though the sounds of the clinic around me were much louder. My paranoia kept having me cast looks over my shoulder, making sure the nurse was still locked in conversation and she didn’t see me.

What I should have been paying attention to though was my front. The closer I came to the corner of the hall where I had been led through to get back here in the first place, the quicker my pace became, anxious to get around it and out of sight. Looking behind me once more, I could feel my pulse racing with the thought that I had gotten out of here without being caught. Except, I didn’t.

Someone else walked around the corner at the same moment I sprinted for it, my body colliding with theirs harshly. Whoever it was, it had effectively caught them off guard, their compromised balance coupled with my body weight had the both of us falling into the nearby wall, with my chest against theirs. The sudden collision caught both of us by surprise. Hands came up to my shoulders, pushing me away just enough to look down at me. I first noticed the white coat wrapped around his torso, then the stethoscope around his neck before my eyes met his. The shock still evident in those lavender orbs as his brows furrowed in concern.

"Are you alright?" The tone of his voice was deep and rich, a sound I wasn't used to hearing, but it was pleasant.

The subtle iridescence of his skin shimmered a purple in almost the exact same shade as his eyes under the bright artificial hospital lights. Draas. Quickly backpedaling, I fought the blush trying to surface and apologized.

"Yes, I'm fine! I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."

At my reassurance, his gaze softened, a slow smile taking the place of his worry. The appearance bringing a set of deep dimples with it.

"It's okay. Accidents happen sometimes."

His eyes dropped to the plastic bracelet that had been handed to me upon arrival. Filled with all the information I had previously supplied when completing paperwork in the lobby.

"You're a patient?"

"Um..."

The smile shifted into more of a knowing smirk.

"You don't happen to be Y/N, do you?"

"I... am." I agreed slowly.

The man lifted his arm, holding out a hand for me to shake. Hesitantly, I accepted.

"I'm Dr. Kim Namjoon. I was actually on my way to retrieve you."

"Right... actually I wanted to talk ab-"

"It's not often we have females chosen so quickly in our systems. I'd say it's rare. You must have made an impression somehow." He continued happily.

"Wait, what?"

"I came to bring you to your match. He's already showed an interest in you."

The color drained from my face. My match? There's no way. Matching never happens this quickly. Everything I read had explained it to be a rather tedious process. Your files and test results would have to be reviewed, the Draas would sort through candidates that met their qualifications, and if a female was chosen, she would be given the opportunity to meet them if she wanted.

The fact that all of this was happening within a few hours of me being here is unheard of. Dr. Kim placed a hand high on my back, the other sweeping out in front of me invitingly.

"Shall we?"

"Wait, right now?"

He hummed, nudging me gently to get me moving in the direction he had come from.

"He's just down this hallway, waiting for you. He's actually a good friend of mine, I'm sure you won't be disappointed."

That wasn't really my concern. It didn't matter to me who he was really, I didn't think I was ready to meet anyone so soon after making a decision I was currently heavily regretting. Everything I had promised myself wouldn't happen, was happening. I was registered and one of the Draas insisted on meeting me already.

I chewed on my lip, every step further down the hall forcing the urge to tell Dr. Kim I had changed my mind higher up my throat. Perhaps I'd be able to convince the Draas himself that it was a mistake. Surely he would understand the circumstances that brought me here in the first place and take pity on me. A door down the hall several feet in front of us swung open, another Draas dressed in the black armor that was typical among highly ranked officials responsible for the rebirth of our planet so to speak.

Only those with considerable strength and abilities wore the black plated chest pieces and bodysuits. I froze upon seeing him. It was the first time I had ever seen one like him in person. Surely that's not who I was being brought to meet. The only skin visible was his face where he had removed his helmet. Flesh shimmering under the bright lights much like Dr. Kim's as he turned to face us. I was struck with how beautiful he was. Blonde hair swept over his forehead, full lips, and high cheekbones. The real kicker were his eyes, though. They were a rich gold, reminiscent of liquid sun droplets as he greeted Dr. Kim with a subtle incline of his head.

"Commander Kim, I haven't seen you in a while."

"Well, you know me, I don't usually inhabit places like these." He mumbled, eyes finally meeting mine. "This is her?"

"Y/N L/N." Dr. Kim nodded. "Have you finished speaking with Commander Park?"

The other man grunted. "If you can call it that. He's in one of his moods."

Moods? My eyes flicked to the doorway Commander Kim had emerged from. Commander Park, that's how Dr. Kim referred to him. So, that meant he was a ranked official too. Another gentle nudge from Dr. Kim guided me towards the door.

"Well, I'm sure he'll be glad to see Ms. L/N regardless. I'll come find you after I've gotten her settled in."

I glanced at the doctor over my shoulder. This whole situation just kept getting stranger. Commander Kim shook his head, turning on his heel and sauntering off down the hall.

"Don't bother. I'm not interested in you meddling in my love life." He tossed over his shoulder.

"If anyone would benefit, I'd say it would be you."

The new voice startled me. I whipped my head in the direction it came from, surprised to see someone vaguely familiar. Out of the corner of my eye, I hardly registered Commander Kim waving off the statement, not even bothering to turn around. My gaze was trained on the man, er, Draas, in front of me with the same bubblegum pink hair he had been sporting the last time I had encountered him.

"Commander Park, this is Ms. Y/N L/N. Ms. L/N, this is Commander Park Jimin, your match."

My eyes widened with the realization. He looked different from the last time we had met. No longer donned in casual clothing, but his black plated armor, the brightness of his hair a stark contrast against the bleak color. What really caught my attention though were his eyes. The thick black sunglasses he had been wearing having obscured the endless pools of silver that almost appeared to shimmer just like the iridescence of his skin.

Amusement danced within them as he watched me slowly connect the dots. Lean body stepping aside enough to allow me entry to the room he occupied.

"Please, come in."

Forcing myself from my stupor, I silently obeyed, crossing the threshold.

"Thank you Namjoon."

"Sure. Take your time. I'll go hunt down Seokjin."

I was still trying to process everything as the door shut. The click of the lock much too similar to a bell toll signaling a sense of finality. As if I was leaving behind the world I knew and entering a new one. In a way, I suppose I was. Jimin's careful observation of me continued, silver orbs tracking every minuscule movement of mine as he leaned against the only exit. Clearing my throat, I moved further into the room, just wanting to put a bit of distance between us.

"I'll be honest, you're the last person I expected to see today." I admitted.

He smirked, amusement glowing brighter as his head tilted to one side.

"Imagine mine seeing you in the system under review. I thought you weren't interested?"

"I'm not." I answered a little too quickly. "I mean, I wasn't. Some things have come up and I made an appointment... a-anyway it doesn't really matter now, I changed my mind."

"Changed your mind?"

"Yes. I was going to ask Dr. Kim to pull my information."

Jimin's gaze was heavy as he slowly looked me over, arms crossing over his chest.

"I can pull your information. It wouldn't be hard considering you weren't even approved yet."

I frowned; confusion evident on my features.

"Wait, if I hadn't even been on the list of candidates, then how did you file for a match already?"

"Someone did her research." Jimin grinned, pushing himself off the door.

"Well, I wanted to know at least a little about what I was getting myself into."

"And yet, here you are changing your mind." He chuckled, dropping his arms as he moved towards me.

I noticed it that day in the rain, how graceful his movements were, but seeing it again with him dressed in his uniform, it was like witnessing the grace and elegance for the first time all over again. He moved silently, coming to a stop right in front of me.

"To answer your question, I have access to files under review as well as the officially released list of candidates. I simply recognized you and requested a match."

I tried to nonchalantly keep the distance between us. Going toe to toe with a human was one thing, but I'd be lying if I claimed being in such close proximity in closed quarters with a Draas wasn't making me nervous.

"But why? If I haven't been appropriately reviewed to be certain I'd make a good match for a Draas, what would drive you to request a match with me?"

"Because I find you interesting."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "We've met once. Not even really met, you helped me out of the street."

"And? I like to think I have a pretty good sense for people. Besides, I'm sure you have your own preconceived notions of me."

I eyed him for another few seconds before relenting. Shrugging as I turned my head from him.

"Touché."

One gloved hand lifted towards my face, a single finger curling under my chin and dragging my gaze back to his. Once again, I found myself sucked into those silver swirls. The color appearing to absorb the shades they took in. Blues, pinks, even a stormier gray flickered within those depths as they searched mine.

"I'll make sure you're pulled from candidacy, but only because I plan to keep you for myself."

"What?" I sputtered dumbly, mind still buffering even though I knew I didn't mishear him.

He released my chin, that same finger tapping my nose playfully.

"I don't like sharing."

The smile tugging at his lips mirrored the same playfulness. I might have been a little annoyed at seeing it if I wasn't still reeling with how nonchalantly he had claimed me. He turned on his heel, sauntering back towards the door until my hold on his arm abruptly stopped him.

"Wait. Jimin, was it?"

He nodded, those bubblegum locks falling into his line of sight as he cocked his head at me.

"When I asked for my name to be taken off the list, I meant so I wouldn't be picked at all."

"I'm aware."

My confusion doubled, completely at a loss for words. I opened my mouth, hardly a noise leaving me while I tried to figure out exactly what the hell was happening.

"Okay, well that includes you. I don't want to be matched with any Draas."

He hummed, that amused grin tugging at those perfectly plush pink lips again.

"That's too bad because I've already made up my mind."

He made to walk off again; except I tugged him back.

"That's too bad..." I parroted, moving in front of him. "...because I made up my mind too and it doesn't involve going with you."

The flash in his silver orbs was something I hadn't seen yet. There was still a flicker of amusement in them, but another emotion was more prominent. Excitement. The heel of his boot clicked against the linoleum as he took a step closer.

"I'm curious little dove, if you knew there was a possibility you'd back out of registering, why did you go through it in the first place?"

I folded my arms, taking a step back while making sure I still stood between him and the door.

"I told you, my situation changed."

Another tilt of his head. I wondered if it was a common habit among Draas or just him. Coupled with the curiousness in his expression, it was hard to tell if he did it because he was trying to figure me out or understand me. Although for someone with human tongue as their second language, he was doing remarkably well. He pondered exactly what my reasoning meant until it suddenly clicked.

"Your situation changed financially, yes?"

I scrunched my nose in distaste. I didn't really like talking about how I was struggling, but if it would get me out of here quicker I was willing to.

"To put it bluntly." I nodded.

He looked satisfied to have guessed correctly, spine straightening while he smiled widely. It was impossible not to be smitten with how attractive he was smiling. His cheeks lifted, exposing perfectly straight, porcelain teeth and his eyes crinkled. The lights overhead captured the baby blue glow from his skin adding another element of ethereal beauty to him.

"That's no cause for concern. Where do your debts lie? I'd be more than happy to take care of them for you as your partner."

The way he immediately agreed to pay what I owed made my head spin. Perhaps even more than how fast all of this was moving in the first place. I shook my head, realizing that I really was in over my head here. Maybe I wasn't articulating well enough, and he wasn't understanding correctly.

"No, Jimin, I didn't mean for you to pay for me."

"Same difference though. If not me, it would have fallen to another Draas you took as your partner."

"No." I firmly denied, starting to get frustrated. "I wouldn't have taken money from someone else either."

Jimin's smile disappeared. Expression falling into one akin to sadness and I would imagine that if Draas had tails, his would have been tucked between his legs at this point. His bottom lip pushed out just a tad as he pouted.

"Is it me? Is there something about me that doesn't suit you?" His head cocked to the side again, feet carrying him closer as he approached me. "Is it the language barrier? I know I still struggle on occasion, but I promise I'll keep working at it. Or maybe the way I look? I can change that too. Dye my hair if you don't like pink. I picked it because pink is my favorite color, but I wouldn't mind wearing your favorite color if it made you happy. Or-"

I threw my hands out to make him stop. He was spiraling and, to be honest, the words coming from him were more upsetting than anything else he had mentioned to me thus far. Were all Draas so fixated on their partners that they were willing to go so far? This desperation I sensed from Jimin wasn't something I was equipped to handle. I felt bad that he thought the reason I was rejecting him was because he wasn't meeting my standards.

"Jimin, there's nothing wrong with the way you look, and I'm not concerned about the language barrier."

My words only served to puzzle him further. A huff of exasperation leaving him.

"Then what is it? If it’s something I can change, I'm more than willing to do so."

"You can't change it. It has nothing to do with you. I just don't want a partner."

His brows furrowed, that utter confusion returning as he stared hard at me. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, I averted my eyes. That was the wrong thing to do though apparently. Jimin took another step into me, large hands coming up to cup my face. The abrupt contact had me stumbling backwards into the door, Jimin following me without letting go.

He tilted my head up, forcing me to meet his silvery stare again. The look in them was indiscernible. It left me with no hint as to what he might have been thinking. Left with only my assumptions, it felt like I was being swept away in those silver pools and the further it pulled me in, the more I was losing my resolve.

"Because I'm Draas?"

I blinked, attempting to drag myself out of those oceans before his words penetrated my brain.

"Draas?"

"You would prefer a human partner?"

Oh. I shook my head the little I could with his palms covering my cheeks.

"I don't want a partner at all. Human or otherwise."

Finally, some piece of emotion broke through once more as he struggled with what I was suggesting. Although maybe it would have been better if he had remained impassive as I took note of the pity with which he looked down at me with. The thumb of his right hand brushed over the swell of my cheek. The contact gentle, but made my heart pound violently, nonetheless.

"You would prefer to be alone?"

Alone. The mundane word left me with an ache in my chest. I had spent most of my life on my own. Having lost both my parents at a relatively young age and being forced to fend for myself, I was used to it. A relationship wasn't something I had really considered for myself being so occupied with taking care of me first and foremost.

Although, having it brought to my attention like this made me question my future. Honestly, I never thought about it. Surviving day to day was hard enough, I didn't need to be daydreaming about things that may never come to fruition on top of it. Prior to becoming like this though, I did have a family and we loved each other dearly. Losing them was the hardest thing I'd ever experienced. Even more than the life I struggled in now.

One day, I would hope to have even a sliver of that back. Eventually. Hopefully.

"For now, yes."

"For now? What does that mean? What must change between now and then?"

"My life." I muttered under my breath.

Jimin's fingers pressed into my cheeks a little harder, expression falling into melancholy.

"Let me change it then."

"Why? You don't even know me. I'm not interested in partnering with you, I haven't even been screened properly. Why are you pushing this matter?"

"I've told you before. I find you fascinating."

I sighed heavily. "That's not an answer. Especially when I know there's a host of human women more than happy to take you up on your offer. Why do you want me? What can I possibly offer you that another woman can't?"

That pensiveness was back. Jimin falling into contemplation that left me unable to determine his thoughts. The silver that threatened to drown me before morphing into a solid state. I was stuck. Body immobile like I had stepped into wet concrete and let it harden around me. Jimin caressed my cheek softly.

"Companionship." He answered. "I want someone I can open up to and be accepted by without me having to hide who I am."

I smiled wryly, reaching up to pull his hand off my face.

"I'm sorry to burst your idealistic bubble, but we've established I came here because I was guaranteed money just for registering."

He chuckled, turning his hand in mine to intertwine our fingers.

"True that you have ulterior motives. However, yours are still very different from most women. Many of them sign up for the status they believe it gets them. The title and privilege of being able to say they've partnered with a Draas. They look at us as separate beings." He squeezed my hand in his, eyes twinkling again. "I want an equal. Someone who sees me as they see themselves. Not better, not less. A woman who sees me and not what I can sustain her with."

"So, then, earlier when you went on that rant of begging me to accept you..."

"An act." He shrugged. "I wanted to know how you would react to such a proposal. Now that I have my answer, I'm not above begging for real this time."

He smiled widely, my heart palpitations betraying the logical side of me that still refused to cave under his charm. Although it wasn't enough to keep a smile of my own from meeting his.

"Commander Park, you're quite the convincing actor." I admitted, laughing under my breath.

He chuckled with me, bringing my hand to his face to leave a kiss against the back of my palm. The gesture didn't help my heart calm down any, the flood of red to my cheeks indicative of just how much it affected me.

"Let me help you. In return, all I ask for is a friend. We'll have to complete the registration as partners unless you want other Draas to come knocking at your door, but I promise I won't ask more from you than what you're willing to give."

"This arrangement doesn’t seem all that fair for you."

He hummed, letting his hands drop.

"Don't worry about that. You're giving me exactly what I want if you accept."

He allowed me a bit of space, filling the gap he created with one hand out between us.

"What do you say Ms. L/N? Partners, in the most platonic sense of the word?"

I pondered for a moment. In actuality, this was the best-case scenario for a decision I had made in a moment of desperation. Jimin was offering me a way out and all he wanted in return was someone he could confide in essentially. I didn't know for sure what all he dealt with daily that made him feel he had to hide himself, but I suppose I would find that out eventually if I chose to accept. Besides, it was obvious that it would either be him or a different Draas. And who's to say I would get this lucky twice?

"Alright Commander Park, you have yourself a deal." I answered, taking his hand.

Spending time with Jimin wasn't all that bad. Being around so many Draas at any given time took some getting used to. I quickly came to realize that Jimin was not only a highly ranked official by my standards, but also by the Draas as there were several younger (at least according to Jimin) males that looked up to him as their leader. Several months into our new arrangement, after moving in with Jimin because apparently staying a part from one another after agreeing to become partners was throwing up some red flags, I became aware of how much leverage Jimin held among the ranks of Draas living on Earth.

It wasn't just him either. I had run into Commander Kim a few more times on the occasions he came to visit Jimin and discuss matters related to the revival of the planet we all inhabited. He was another Draas that held power rivaling Jimin's, although whereas I knew Jimin influenced water as his element (which made a lot of sense thinking back on when we met), Commander Kim, or Seokjin, as Jimin referred to him when the older man wasn't paying attention, was able to conjure the many different states water was in such as ice and vapor on top of its liquid form.

Jimin respected him as a superior and teacher and, in return, Seokjin treated Jimin much like he would a younger sibling. The other Draas that I've kept contact with more than I expected was Dr. Kim. Although he was aware of Jimin and I's agreement as nothing more than friends to one another, we still had to schedule regular appointments to check up on us. Partially as hospital protocol and in part to sate the curiosity of Dr. Kim. I guess it's unusual for a Draas and human female to be together as not romantically involved partners. Other than the two of them, I've met some of Jimin's other closest comrades. Commanders and the like who hold ranks within their respective fields of abilities.

The short time with Jimin has taught me a lot. Much like Earth, Draas have a hierarchy among their people. Split between those who share certain abilities and their partners. Most of whom don't associate with one another much outside of the matching program unless they were diplomats. Sort of like Jimin and Seokjin.

Apparently the friendship he shared with the other faction leaders was a special one. Because apart from them, I hardly ever saw Draas of different abilities mingling. Another interesting tidbit I managed to pick up on was the lengths in which most Draas went to avoid humans. Those who weren't partnered and weren't looking, hardly spared a glance to any of us. Jimin had explained to me that even among the Draas, there were those who weren't exactly keen on the idea of sharing the planet with us, let alone the only option for partnering being human females. I tried my best to avoid Draas who shared those views. Easier said than done however, as I shortly found out that one of Jimin's comrades that he shared such a connection with was one of them.

Yoongi had never outrightly been rude towards me, but it was clear he'd rather not associate with me if Jimin wasn't there. Jimin had written it off, saying it had more to do with his affinity for fire than the man himself. Which I would have been inclined to believe if Jungkook hadn't shared the same affinity and yet remained the polar opposite of his teacher.

Jungkook was a force to be reckoned with. He was a bright and fearless personality, one that I had wondered in many instances how Yoongi managed to keep up with him. If I were comparing them with their penchant for fire capabilities, Yoongi would be the floating embers ready to ignite at any moment while Jungkook was the raging flames on the verge of swallowing everything around him.

Opposites they were, they understood each other without much difficulty. Sometimes it felt like they could fathom one another better than Jimin and Seokjin could. As curious as it was, I didn't want to inquire too much about it lest I incur the wrath of Yoongi or whatever. Besides, Jimin had enough mystery around him and his abilities to keep me occupied.

"So, is that why you live so far out here? Because of the lake?"

Jimin nodded, the same black shades pushed up his nose as he let his legs hang off the dock, bare feet in the water.

"More or less. Living next to a pond or even a stream probably would have sufficed, but I like it out here. It's quieter and the water is less tainted."

I had to agree. Living in the city all my life, I hadn't ever seen a place so beautiful. Nature ruled the land here. The trees and grass lively unlike what were in the city.

"Being in close connection with our element restores us. The energy it takes to bring back your planet is significant. I guess you could call it a double-edged sword or a constant sphere of transfer. The Earth needs energy to come back to life and we need that energy to sustain it. There are very few places left on your planet capable of providing excess energy for us to use, this is one of them."

"So, you're saying you and water share the same lifeforce?"

"I am water and water is me. Same for Seokjin. Just like fire is Jungkook and Yoongi and vice versa, so on and so forth."

It was a complicated notion for me to wrap my head around. I guess because I lived off the Earth in a different way than he did. In the end though, I suppose it was still giving life.

"Your home planet... is it the same there?"

Jimin lifted one foot out of the water, wiggling his toes as he let it drip from his heel. He watched it for a second before letting it drop back in and falling onto his back to look up at the sky above us.

"Similar to Earth? Yes and no. It's not tainted like it is here for one."

Choosing to join him, I pulled my shoes off before scooting closer to the edge of the dock. I dipped a toe in, happy to find that it was a relatively warm temperature and let both my feet sink into it.

"Can I ask why you left? It sounds a lot better than here."

"Well, you know the primary reason. It's not exactly something we are proud to admit, but repopulation is necessary and there aren't enough Draas women capable of procreating left after our war with a nearby planet. But that's not why I left. Seokjin was the one who recruited me. After discovering how bad off your planet really was, word got back that they'd need more help to revive it if we had any chance of being able to partner with humans. That's how I found myself here."

"Then, you weren't planning on taking a partner for yourself?"

"Not really. Don't get me wrong, it would be nice to share something like that, and the older I get the more I crave that closeness with a partner, but if I had to, I could live without it. Besides, if I did have a partner, the decision to leave would have been a harder one. I was more curious than anything to meet humans. See what they were like." He smiled, rolling his head towards me. "I haven't been exceptionally impressed by anyone until you."

I tried to wave off his attempt at flattery. Living with him, I noticed his flirty nature. A lot of those comments directed towards me the more comfortable we became with one another. I hadn't seen him interact with enough women to know whether that was just him, or if it was more because it was me. Either way, I tried not to let it get under my skin. Other than a few innuendos here and there, Jimin was a gentleman. He never pushed my boundaries and respected our agreement. Our friendship was just that. Friendship.

The wind picked up around us. Ripples stretching across the lake in front of us and tree branches swaying in the sudden gust. I tamped down my hair, turning to where it came from, pleasantly surprised to see the smiling face waving to us as he headed down towards the water.

"Hoseok's here." I warned Jimin, pulling my feet out of the water to greet the man.

"Great." Jimin mumbled under his breath, sighing as he forced himself up.

I was a bit curious about Jimin's lack of enthusiasm. Usually, he was happy about having Hoseok visit, maybe even more than Seokjin some days, but lately it felt as if he was losing his excitement for the man's company. However, out of all the Draas that visited, Hoseok was the one I got along with most easily.

He was kind and considerate. Always making sure to include me in the conversation, or striking one up between the two of us when it was apparent that I was lost in a lot of the lingo when Jimin talked shop, or worse, when they spoke in their native tongue. Luckily for me, Hoseok visited quite often. Jimin told me it was because he usually bounced between the houses of the other guys. Hoseok was one who preferred company rather than being on his own, and if the others wouldn't take the time to visit him, he would be the one to show up without warning.

"How's my favorite human?"

I laughed, accepting the incoming hug. That was another thing I quickly learned about Hoseok; he was adamant on outward affection.

"Hobi, I'm the only human you associate with."

"I can still play favorites."

"It's a little earlier in the week than we normally see you." Jimin noted, pushing the sunglasses up his face to settle in his pink waves.

"I skipped visiting Yoongi and Kook, I just missed Y/N too much." Hoseok beamed, keeping an arm around my shoulders while answering Jimin.

"Yoongi won't be happy to know that."

"He'll live. Y/N's the only one who will entertain my whims, it's a no-brainer why I would rather spend time with her versus someone who spends all his free time napping."

Jimin rolled his eyes, face set in a grimace as he pushed past the two of us.

"Well, she didn't miss you." He shot at Hobi as he passed.

"I- That's not true." I placated Hoseok who started to pout.

"Has he been this mean to you too Y/N?"

"Of course I haven't." Jimin scoffed, continuing towards the house.

Hoseok looked to me as if he didn't believe Jimin's words. I offered him a smile.

"It's been busy around here the last few days. Maybe he's just tired."

Hoseok hummed, turning from his friend walking away, to me.

"I brought some fruits that Namjoon got from a patient of his. He mentioned something about a fruit salad that you humans put together and was wondering if you would help me."

"Sure. It's about time for dinner anyway, I can make us something to go with it."

That was another key difference between humans and Draas. Whereas we needed food to survive, I discovered that the energy they derive from the planet was enough to fuel normally bodily functions. Eating was more of a kind of past time for them. Hoseok was more than fascinated with the different dishes we could make, Seokjin too from what I'd been told, but Jimin was hit or miss.

Every once in a while he would partake in whatever I managed to make, but he was incredibly picky and unless it looked and smelled appealing, he wouldn't touch it. Hoseok was excited now, his arm looping around mine to pull me along.

"What even goes into a fruit salad anyway?"

"Well, it depends on what you brought."

I knocked quietly on Jimin's door, waiting for him to grant me permission before pushing it open. I peeked around the door to find him stationed at his desk shoved into the far side of his room. The same one that had been in the guest room I now stayed in.

"Hoseok and I finished dinner, would you like to join us?"

"No."

I figured as much, but the dismissal felt more brusque than usual. I hesitated in the doorway, opting whether it was worth it to mention it now or if I should let it be. I liked to think I knew Jimin relatively well having lived with him the last few months. Good enough to at least know some of his habits and how he was when it was just the two of us and even when in company.

And his behavior, particularly when Hoseok stopped by, seemed to sour beyond him just dealing with our guest. Especially when that guest was a close friend of his. My lingering in the doorway didn't go unnoticed, Jimin's eyes flickering up from whatever he was working on to my form in his threshold.

"Did you need something else?"

Figuring if he was going to give me an opportunity to bring it up, I stepped inside.

"Jimin, is there something wrong? You've been... off."

"I'm fine, just tired and I didn't expect to have guests over today."

"It's not just today. You've been off the last couple of times we've had guests."

He frowned, shaking his head. "Things with work have just been stressful."

I chewed on my lip, casting a look over my shoulder before deciding to outrightly ask him.

"It's worse when Hoseok is here. Did something happen between the two of you?"

Jimin stiffened, his motions turning awkward as he fiddled with the pen in his hand. His eyes dropped down to the paper in front of him, his pink hair that is a bit longer than when I moved in hid his eyes from me.

"Has he said something to you?"

Jimin's voice was rough. Highly unusual for him when I was so used to it being soft and lilting. Then again, I haven't seen him mad before and the tension that arose between us suggested that was how he felt. My vision dropped to where he held the pen tight within his fist. The knuckles turning white with the strength, and I wondered if it was on the verge of crumbling in his grasp.

"No. Hoseok hadn't said anything to me." I responded, crossing my arms over my chest. "But I'm right, aren't I? Something happened between you two."

Another quick shake of his head. "No, it didn't."

"Jimin," I sighed. "Clearly there is-"

"I said there's not!" He snapped, rising from his chair.

Those silver orbs were like molten steel. The heat behind them threatened to burn me and I was taken aback. He stood there, letting the animosity fizzle out before sighing heavily. He turned his head, refusing to look at me.

"I have a lot I need to get done. Enjoy your dinner with Hoseok." He mumbled, dismissing me.

Rather than leaving, I moved closer to him. Silver stare flicking up at me again warily.

"Y/N..." He spoke my name exasperatedly.

I reached out for the papers he was sifting through, moving them out of sight. His mouth opened to scold me for interrupting, but I shushed him.

"Explain it to me."

"Explain what?"

"Whatever is bothering you. I'm not leaving until I hear it and you're not working until you talk, so talk."

He was starting to get annoyed, but I could care less how annoyed he was with me. He moved to retrieve his papers, but I stepped in front of him.

"Jimin." I warned, leveling a glare of mine to meet his. "Companionship. That's what you wanted, right? Part of that means sharing our burdens."

"Sharing our burdens? This coming from the woman who still refuses to tell me exactly why she chose to register herself in the first place."

"Maybe because it doesn't matter anymore."

"That's not the point." Jimin bit out, invading my personal space. "The point is that it does matter to me. I want to know more about you, even the things you think don't matter. I share my stories, my experiences, my life with you and yet, you still don't trust me enough to do the same."

He ran his hand through his hair frustratedly.

"But that's not the way it is with Hoseok, is it? The two of you share a connection I haven't been able to establish even though we're partnered."

The revelation would have been surprising if it didn't make so much sense. Jimin went quiet after that, although it was clear he was still upset. I didn't know what to say, or if anything I might have said would make a difference to him. In the meantime...

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him into me for a hug. He stumbled into the embrace, my strength catching him off guard. I held him tightly, unwilling to let him pull away, not that he was trying to. His arms looped around my waist, pulling me firmly into his chest while he buried his face into my hair.

"Jimin." I called to him softly. "Hoseok doesn't know any more about me than you do. Honestly, he probably knows even less. I'm sorry I haven't been as transparent with you. I'm not used to having someone around willing to listen or want to know about me. I'm... acclimating."

"It's more than that." He murmured. "I thought when I agreed to remain platonic partners with you that it would be easy. That all I really craved was having someone else around that I could talk to and be myself with. Someone that would make me feel less lonely."

He sighed, lifting his head to place his chin on top of mine, tucking me into his chest.

"But I'm not any less lonely. Sometimes it even feels like I'm lonelier than I was before because I have you here and, yet, I don't have you in the way I want us to be."

"What do you mean? How do you want us to be?"

A gentle knock at the door interrupted us. Jimin was quick to let me go, silver gaze turned to the door as Hoseok made his presence known.

"Just thought I'd make sure everything is okay. Dinner is getting cold."

The stiffness in Jimin's posture wasn't as prominent as it had been earlier, but I could tell he still had his reservations when it came to Hoseok. I laid a hand on his arm, hoping it served to reiterate my earlier assurances before answering Hoseok.

"We're okay. Jimin was just finishing up, so you can head back. We'll be right behind you."

He nodded, radiant smile in place before moseying his way back to the dining room.

"I don't remember agreeing to join you for dinner."

"You didn't." I told him, gathering the papers I had stolen from him to slide them in one of his desk drawers. "I made the decision for you."

Jimin was taken aback. Not that I could blame him really if I lived as a unit Commander and was used to people doing my bidding and not second-guessing my orders, but I wasn't and I didn't serve under him. He wanted us to be equals, then this was me treating him as an equal. I reached up, placing my hands on top of his shoulders.

"Join us. You can eat and it's also not fair for you to be acting this way towards Hoseok when the man isn't deserving of it. Plus, he was really looking forward to you trying the fruit salad he made."

I could almost pinpoint the moment in which Jimin caved. That tension melted out of him, and his silvery orbs softened at the mention of his best friend having made a meal just for him.

"Okay." He whispered.

"Good. We can continue this conversation when we're not entertaining guests."

Thankfully, dinner with the three of us had no trace of the animosity from before. The atmosphere and comradery between Jimin and Hoseok resumed much like it had in the weeks prior to Jimin's funky mood. I was able to navigate the conversation a bit better now that I understood Jimin's stance and could pay more attention to what I said and how I interacted, with Hoseok especially. I even attempted to share a bit more about my past. Without saying as much, I could tell Jimin appreciated it. It was like he soaked up every bit of information that he could even if I thought it to be mundane.

Retrospectively, I guess it's not entirely correct for me to claim that it's unimportant for me to share things about myself I didn't think were necessary. For Jimin, the stories he's shared about himself could have been uninteresting to him, but I hung onto every word. His world and his life were fascinating to me. All because it was so different from mine. I could understand Jimin taking the same stance when it came to humans. If I were being truly honest with myself though, I couldn't accurately say whether I found his life interesting because he was a completely different species from a completely different world, or if it's because it's Jimin. That thought lingered all throughout dinner until the answer revealed itself as if it shouldn't have been a question at all. My life before Jimin wasn't anything special. I struggled to get by and hadn't cared for anyone or anything other than myself. I knew about the Draas long before meeting Jimin and never thought twice about learning who they were or where they came from and why.

But Jimin was different. I actively sought to know more about him. Who he was and what he liked, his friends and family, and the affinity for water he wielded. I wanted to know everything I could and more. I had gotten so wrapped up in knowing him that I neglected asking myself why it meant so much to me. And I could kick myself for not picking up on how that oversight made Jimin feel.

"You know, we'd be more than happy to put you up for the night. It's a little late to be heading home." I offered to Hoseok as he put his shoes on.

"Nah, it's not that far to Yoongi's. Jimin was probably right to assume he'd be upset that I skipped over him. He may not seem like it, but he's a softie. Besides, I'd be right to assume you and Jimin have some things to talk about?"

He phrased it as a question, but he sounded sure of himself.

"You're rather insightful." I grinned, handing him the rest of the fruit salad he had worked so hard on.

"Not really. You two are just obvious." He chuckled, accepting it.

I laughed, shaking my head. Having it so blatantly laid out between us was a little embarrassing, but maybe not all that surprising. After all, Hoseok has known Jimin a lot longer than I have, so it would be only natural for him to notice something was amiss faster than I could.

"Just, promise me you'll bring it up? Jimin's notorious for hiding the way he feels. He'll sooner sacrifice his own happiness and peace of mind for someone else and I can tell he likes you."

"I would hope so. It would be a little awkward to have to keep living with someone you only tolerated." I teased.

"I'm serious." He laughed. "He may not have admitted it to himself yet, whether because of the arrangement you two have or for some other reason, but it's more than just platonic for him now. Or maybe it always has been. I never would have pegged Jimin as the type to partner with a human, but I should have known from the moment he told me about you."

"Told you about me?" I asked surprised.

Hoseok's eyes darted behind me past the entryway leading to the rest of the house. I wondered if he was looking for Jimin, but the younger Draas had elected to head back down the dock despite the late hour.

"He went back to the lake."

Hoseok nodded before continuing.

"I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but I consider it for his own good. I'm not going to say he lied to you because I believe it began with good intentions, but I'm not sure it was ever about friendship for him. I don't know if Jimin was even aware of his feelings yet, but I can tell you that even if he was he wouldn't have said anything to jeopardize his chance of helping you out of the situation you were in. Even if that meant keeping his feelings to himself to make you feel more comfortable."

Hoseok's words reminded me of that day in the hospital. How desperate Jimin seemed at the time seeking my agreeance only to backtrack after realizing I was shying away from his advances.

It was an act.

Hoseok placed a hand on my shoulder, squeezing gently.

"Like I said, he's good at hiding what he wants to. Now that you know, don't let him get away with it. I think the two of you were made for one another in that regard."

"What do you mean?"

He grinned, tucking the bowl of fruit salad under his arm.

"Neither of you are very keen on expressing your feelings. I wondered how long it would take or who would break first. Seems like Jimin is more susceptible to jealousy than I imagined."

"So, you knew."

"Sometimes all it takes is someone on the outside looking in. Thanks for dinner. I'll leave the two of you to it while I force Yoongi into trying my newest creation." He stated proudly, hugging his bowl a little tighter.

Even though Yoongi was still an enigma to me, moments like these where I knew he shared a softer side with his friends made him less intimidating.

"Tell him and Jungkook I said hi."

"I will. Let Jimin know I'll be back later this week, yeah?"

"Okay." I agreed, giving him a farewell smile before waving him through the door.

It always struck me how much quieter it seemed when Hoseok left. His presence was lively enough to fill the entire house. A place that was usually quiet and comforting when it was just Jimin and I by ourselves. Not that it was boring, rather I enjoyed how neither of us really had to feel like entertaining the other. We were more than happy sitting in silence, only talking when conversation arose naturally. This would have to be one of those times where we would have to share a conversation whether we wanted to or not. 

I sighed, kicking off my indoor shoes for my sandals. Better to have it sooner than later. The night was cool, a testament to how close summer was as I walked the familiar path down to the dock Jimin frequented. The fairy lights he had lining the path were bright enough to watch my steps, ensuring I didn't trip, something he had installed after realizing how much of a struggle it was for me to navigate in the dark unlike him. The moon's crescent glow reflected off the water and, not for the first time, I found myself stopping to look up at it. Jimin's stories made me curious about what it was like up there. How it would feel to be among the stars or what it would be like living on a planet that wasn't dying. Things I never would have been bothered to think about before him. 

Light splashing broke my daydreaming, my eyes gravitating towards the lake where I could barely make out a head poking out of the water. I continued my walk, reaching the edge of the dock where I found Jimin's shirt discarded, hanging over the edge of the wooden platform, nearly ready to take a dip itself. I stopped, looking for him again. He stood a good several yards from the end of the dock, bare shoulders peeking out of the dark water with his back turned to me. The sliver of moon above barely illuminated the hidden colors of his skin. The iridescence pale except when his subtle shifting turned it silver. Much like the color of his eyes. That paleness swept the expanse of his back until it reached the line of tattoos down his spine I had only heard about, never seen. I knew Jimin came down here to swim most evenings, he preferred to be in the water rather than just his feet like he often did when I joined him. Reflecting on Hoseok's words, I wondered if that was another sacrifice on his behalf that he made for me so I wouldn't be uncomfortable. 

In those instances, I neglected to come down here at night. I didn't want to bother him if that were to be the case, but now I wondered if I should have made the choice to come sooner. Although I knew he had to have heard me on approach, he didn't react. He kept his back turned, eyes cast up at the same moon mine had been and even though I couldn't make out his expression, something about him seemed melancholic. Before I could convince myself otherwise, I reached for the bottom of my shirt. I tossed it with his, working on the button of my shorts next as I made my way to the end of dock. I shucked my sandals, letting my pants drop over them. I was too afraid to dive in headfirst, and a little less than gracefully, I dropped myself off the edge of the dock and into the water. I sucked in a breath, the chilly water a shock to my system I didn't anticipate. While the night was comfortable, the lake had dropped slightly in temperature with the departed sun. I waded in Jimin's direction, hoping a bit of movement would help me acclimate faster. His head turned when I was a few feet from him, that tender smile threatening to melt me as he took me in. 

"You didn't have to come in. I would have joined you inside before too long." 

Water dripped from his chin as he spoke. Those bubblegum pink locks swept back from his face, and I couldn't help but think about how much water clinging to him suited him. 

"Meeting you halfway." I chattered, offering him a smile. "That's what we agreed on, right?" 

"Not if it ends with you freezing to death." He chuckled, fingers finding mine under the water's surface. 

He threaded them through mine, pulling me into him. I didn't let the closeness bother me, in fact, I latched onto the warmth he provided, looping my arms around him, and pressing my cheek to his chest. He returned my embrace, holding me to him as we fell into a comfortable silence. I would have been happy staying like this, but the conversation that needed to be had lingered over our heads like a cloud. One that I wanted gone before it got much worse. Having Jimin holding me like this made it easier to start the discussion. As much as I loved his silvery gaze, I found it left me at a loss for words more than anything else and I needed my words right now. 

"I'm sorry." I murmured.

He sighed; the sound hardly audible as his chin rested on my head. 

"I should be the one who's sorry. Acting the way I did about your friendship with Hoseok was... childish. I'm usually not so affected by things like that." 

Hoseok might have given away Jimin's reluctance to come to terms with his feelings for me, but I still wanted to hear them from the man himself. And not only because Hoseok had me promise I would. 

"Then why were you?" 

Jimin was quiet. The only sounds being his breathing and the soft lapping of water around us. I wondered if he would even answer, but I also knew it wasn't like Jimin to leave a question of mine unanswered. 

"I'm finding myself incapable of making decisions when it comes to you lately. I question every word, every action, worried that it's beyond the realm of what you humans would consider friendly. It's hard for me to draw that line when it's not what I want anymore." 

"Hoseok told me you have a penchant for withholding your emotions." 

He pulled back to look at me, a wry grin tugging at his lips. 

"He's not wrong. Hoseok would know best. I've known him the longest."

"Then be honest with me Jimin. What are you holding back? What is it you want?" 

His smile dropped. The seriousness that flooded those silver orbs was one that always attempted to drag me down with it, but I was determined to meet it head on this time. If I was going to convince him that I was here for him and willing to hear what he had to tell me, I couldn't run away anymore. I couldn't lie to myself that all I felt towards him was how one would feel about a friend. I knew what that was like. I shared it with Hoseok and Jungkook. And while a sliver of that same feeling was present when I was with Jimin, there was more. A much stronger connection that pulled me in and drew me to him. A part of myself that actively sought him out, to be with him and learn about him. 

I held my eyes to his, not so much as blinking even as his hand lifted to cup my cheek. 

"You." He whispered. "I want you as more than just a friend. More than someone who's around simply for company or to ease my loneliness. I want you as a partner. In every sense of the word. Both in your language and mine." 

I held his wrist, hiding my smile in his palm and admiring the flashes of color across his skin. 

"I want that too." 

He seemed surprised, expression flickering between the shock and happiness and finally, uncertainty as he pulled back. 

"Are you sure? If this is because you're worried I'll put you out or I forced my feelings onto you, I'd ra-" 

I laid a kiss on his hand, his words catching in his throat at the gesture. I could feel the slight tremble of his fingertips as I slid into his embrace again. 

"Don't you believe me capable of making my own decisions?" 

"In my defense, all the decisions I've known you to make have led to you regretting them later." 

"Touché." I laughed, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. "But I'm confident I won't regret this one." 

I tilted my face to his, happy to know that it appeared to be a universal sign when it came to silently begging for a kiss as he leaned down. He paused a hair's breadth away, hesitating, or maybe wanting me to make that ultimate leap so he knew I meant every word I'd spoken to him thus far. Assuming the latter, I took the plunge, connecting my mouth with his. His plush lips melded with mine perfectly, the kiss itself charged, building in intensity as Jimin deepened it. My lips tingled under his, the feeling euphoric and unlike anything I had ever experienced. My breaths came out harsher, fingers finding their way into his damp hair, letting the pink strands tangle around my fingers. 

My body burned against his, every bit of me keening under his touch and begging for more. Almost like it had been waiting for this moment and surrendered to whatever he was willing to give me. His fingers traced my skin, those same tingles leaving me feeling as if I were floating, even the water around me caressed me like a lover. Like an extension of Jimin himself. Every sensation an aphrodisiac that I craved more of unconsciously as I arched into him. 

I needed him. The soft touches and gentle fingers weren't enough. I wanted him to want me as desperately as I did him. A whimper left me unexpectedly, the sound enough to pull Jimin from me, the question of what's wrong on the tip of his tongue until I cut him off. 

"There's something I'm curious about." 

"What is it?" He asked, the slight pick-up of pace in the rise and fall of his chest the only outward sign he was affected like I was. 

"The human women who partnered with Draas. I've heard it's unlike anything they've experienced before." 

He looked confused, brows furrowing as he cocked his head to the side. 

"What do you mean?" 

I bit my lip, riding on the high from earlier to power through any embarrassment I might find in divulging my thoughts. 

"Sex." 

"You want me to explain what sex is like with us?" He asked confused. 

"No." I shook my head, stifling my laughter. 

That just made him even more puzzled, that tilt getting steeper as he slowly shook his head. 

"I don't under-" 

"I want you to show me." 

His fingers dug into my hips, expression turning eerily impassive. Those eyes burning into me, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip, a quiet exhale escaping from between them. 

"Y/N, if we go that far, there's no going back for me. I'll bind myself to you." 

"Is that not what you want?" 

"No. Yes- I mean, that is what I want. I just need you to understand what you're committing to here. My species, copulation is the ultimate betrothal. We only have sex when we intend to partner with someone for life." 

"Aaand you're worried I'll regret it later." 

He frowned, shaking his head. 

"No, I just want you to be absol-" 

I laid my thumb over his lips.

"I am." I promised him, soothing the swollen flesh with gentle caresses. "Bind me." 

Jimin's breath left him in a shudder, his hand gripping my wrist tightly to pull it from his face before smashing his lips to mine. He kissed me with more fervor, his body turning to push mine back towards the dock. In our haste, the motions were awkward. Both of us fumbling to let go of each other long enough to get out of the water. 

"The house has never felt so far away." He grumbled, helping me onto the dock. 

I gripped his hand to keep him here as he turned towards the house. 

"Not the house. Here." 

I didn't know if he agreed, nor did I really care as I pulled him to me again. His mouth slot against mine perfectly, like he had been made for me. Or maybe I, him. Either way we were two pieces of an unsolved puzzle finally coming together. The lanterns along the dock cast a hearty glow across the both of us, Jimin's skin glittering with hints of orange and red, his hair two shades darker under the tawny light. His fingers slipped under the latch of my bra, toying with it while his other hand slid under the waistband of my underwear. His palms trailed the water droplets coating my skin, rendering them hot like molten lava. The heat was enough to fend off the chill it should have brought this late into the night. 

This was Jimin though, his affinity for water ran much deeper than simply influencing its temperature. His lips parted from mine, moving further down to catch a few beads of water with his tongue, to my neck. He groaned lowly, sucking on my tender skin, and leaving me desperately clenching around nothing as he fed my desire. He made quick work of my bra, tugging it off me and dropping to his knees. His lips found my breast, wrapping around my nipple, nearly sending me crumbling to my knees as well. His name left my lips on a breathless moan, my chest arching into him in a bid for more. Gently, he wrapped both hands around my thighs, guiding me down with him into his lap. I settled over his cock, his underwear and mine being the only barrier between him and my opening, but I could still feel every thick inch of him pressed against my center. Without much convincing on his part, he urged my hips into a slow grind, groaning his appreciation as I took over. He gripped my ass, keeping me close while he found my lonely breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. I cursed, gripping his shoulders tightly, already feeling that tightness low in my abdomen. I could have cried with the lack of friction I needed, my hips rutting against his frantically for release only to be disappointed when he stopped me. His mouth found mine again, shushing any complaints as he rolled me under him. Any wish to continue grinding on him was dashed the second his hands rid me of my underwear. I tilted my hips up to him impatiently, sighing in pleasure as his fingers parted my folds. He curled one finger in, penetrating me and waiting for my signs of pleasure before introducing a second. 

"You know the belief that human women were compatible with us sexually wasn't a far-fetched one to begin with. In fact, your anatomy coincides with the females of our planet rather remarkably with one exception." He licked his lips, silver gaze finding mine. 

He pulled his fingers out, dragging them through my lower lips deliciously, seeking his target. The jolt that ran through me the second he found my clit let him know his hunt was successful, my hips thrusting against his hand helplessly when he started rubbing slow circles around it. 

"Here." He almost purred, delighting in the way I writhed under his touch. "I spent a lot of time studying how I would bring you pleasure. There are lots of ways, but I found this one the most fascinating." 

He dropped his head, tongue replacing his fingers as he spread my thighs wide to accommodate him. I fell helpless to Jimin, my hands gripping those beautifully pink locks as he experimented with my pleasure. Lips leaving petal soft kisses against my flesh, tongue delving into my opening to coax more of my cream from me before licking a drawn-out stripe up to my clit, laving the same attention to it. He paid expert attention to the way I responded, teasing me to the cusp of breaking and backing down before I hit it to drive my attention elsewhere. His hands hooked over the tops of my thighs, holding me in place while he buried his face in my pussy. His name was a symphony leaving me on gasps and moans and choked whimpers. It felt like I was delirious on the pleasure he gave me only to retreat and leave me dangling on that fine line between pain and euphoria. 

"Please." I whimpered, feeling the tears overflowing as he pulled back again, denying my orgasm. "Jimin." 

"You taste so good." He murmured, swirling silver meeting my eyes. "How am I supposed to stop?" 

My chest rose and fell rapidly, my body feeling like it was sweltering under my skin. I reached for him, melding my lips to his. 

"Make me yours." I begged him, kissing him again only to repeat those three words like I lived by them. 

He matched my fervor, kissing me hungrily. He rid himself of his underwear and I found myself pulling away from him to observe him in all his glory. I traced the shimmering patterns the light cast over his bare flesh, basked in the flush coloring his cheeks, the swollen and plump perfection of his pink lips. My hands navigating the expanse of his chest, lean muscles of his arms and hands where they supported his weight beside my head and watched the way his abdomen flexed with every movement between my thighs as he settled himself between them. 

It was no wonder women signed themselves over. Jimin was beautiful. A sight that artists would try recreating to no avail, and photographers would spend their lives catching the perfect angle of, and here he was, with me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, a wordless invitation for him to take me as his. 

His lips captured mine, delivering a kiss that laid his emotions bare for me to see. The happiness, the longing, the desperation. All the things Jimin kept hidden. I moved against his lips with that same amount of passion, letting him know he wasn't alone in his feelings. That I wanted him just as much. A hand trailed its way between us, down my chest and midriff, his touch as smooth a caress as if water itself lapped at my skin. Soothing the fire raging inside and promising to quench my thirst thoroughly. 

"You're sure?" He whispered against me, kissing me again before allowing me to answer. 

"I'm yours." I swore to him, tracing the curve of his jaw and meeting his eyes. 

Those eyes of silver stardust, captivating in their intensity and heart wrenching in their expressiveness. I could see the emotion swimming in them, their color matching the moon above us as its glow rained down on him. Bathing him in the silvery shade that seemed to be crafted for him alone. 

I knew in that moment he was made to be among the stars. He belonged in that vastness of space. A testament that it was designed for him as much as he it, and I was being graced with only a sliver of it. But it was a piece I would happily take, whatever parts of him he was willing to give me. His fingers gripped the meat of my thigh tightly, spreading me open further for him. I barely caught the change in his breathing, rate increasing until he bit his bottom lip to stifle it and pressed forward. 

I sucked in a sharp breath, relishing in the way he slowly filled me. My nails dug into his shoulders, digging in harder the deeper he went, my body stretching around the length of his cock snugly. His eyes squeezed shut, head dropping slightly to leave the ends of his fiery bubblegum pink hair to brush across my cheek. He sheathed himself fully, body trembling as a quivering breath escaped him. 

"Tell me again." He begged; voice hoarse as his nose nudged my jaw. "That you're mine. That you want me." 

I released the talon-like hold I had on his shoulders, cupping his cheek to turn his face to me so I could kiss him again. 

"I want this... you. I'm yours. Make love to me under the stars we share." 

He obliged, hips retreating only to dive deep once more. He rained kisses down my neck, groaning in delight when I arched beneath him, begging for more. My fingers found the wrist of his hand pressed against the wooden dock beside my head, using it to ground me as I surrendered myself to him. It was all too much and not enough at the same time. His presence above me, inside me, overwhelmed me, but I sobbed with every retreat, wanting him to fill me again until he did, and I felt like drowning under him all over again. 

"Jimin." 

My voice sounded foreign to me. How wrecked it was, the breathlessness, how I begged for him even though I wasn't sure what exactly I was asking of him. 

"My star." He purred, hips snapping into mine. "I've spent my life among the ones up there, but none of them quite feel like home like you do." 

That tension in my lower abdomen pulled tighter. My moans filling the quiet night, not caring if anyone were to hear. Jimin's low groans and harsh breaths coupled with mine, his cock splitting me open, lower body pounding into mine. My core clenched on him, ripping a curse from his lips as he drove into me harder. 

"Fuck." He swore through clenched teeth. 

I stifled my cries enough to hear him. Basking in the soft noises he let loose despite trying so hard to keep them in. Not only that, but the squelching between my thighs every time he thrust inside my walls. I was soaked, drenching him in my essence as if I wanted to be the water he coveted. Underneath me, I could feel the force of waves hitting the dock. The wood vibrating with the power behind them. It took me only a second to realize they lapped against the land in time with Jimin's thrusts. His affinity leeching into the very source itself, the water he wielded responding to him. 

I wondered if he was even aware of it. His focus was directed between us, watching his cock disappear within me, the creaminess gathering at the base of it and coating my thighs. 

"Beautiful." He groaned, fingertips finding that same spot from earlier expertly. 

My body shook under his touch. That knot within me going taut, threatening to snap. I whined, body leaping out of rationality to grind against those fingers. Lips moving to implore Jimin to go harder, faster. The movements of his fingers over my clit were gentle, small circles that I was ready to let shred me apart. Completely at odds with the feral pace of his hips. I marveled at the sight of him above me, the flex of lean muscle, graceful drive of his hips, expression pinched in the same pleasure he inflicted, pink strands sticking to the sweat covering the iridescence of his skin. Sweat that caught the subtle glow of pinks and blues and purples over his flesh like diamonds before dripping onto my exposed and overheated body. 

He dropped his head, wrapping his plush lips around my nipple, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. I crashed under it all, my cries echoing off the turbulent water, back arching off the dock into Jimin who helped me ride through the crippling wave of pleasure. 

"So fucking beautiful." He growled, pushing himself past that breaking point to join me. 

I anticipated the warmth that would escape him and fill me. And I would be lying if I claimed I wasn't disappointed when he pulled out. His fingers made one last swipe through my folds, gathering more of my slick before wrapping those same fingers around himself. He groaned, the sounds rising in pitch as he pumped his cock like he was still fucking me. He squeezed, breath catching as he pushed himself over. He came hard, thick ropes of it coating my thighs and his hand, milking him of everything he had to give. The sight was something I never thought I would find so arousing. The fire inside me flaring again watching him. 

I pushed against his side, urging him to lay against the dock like I had. His questioning gaze going unanswered while I kneeled between his legs. There wasn't so much as a warning before my tongue was on him. Another sharp curse rushing out of him, and his cock twitched while I cleaned him. His head fell back against the wood with a loud thunk, soft moans more of pleasure slipping past his lips, his hands gripping my hair. He didn't do anything beyond holding it, just let me worship him and bring his cock back to life so he could experience pleasure at my expense this time. 

I slid my lips over the head, moaning at the taste of him. He choked on my name, his breathing coming out harsh and irregular. I reveled in it. My eyes trained on the rise and fall of his chest, the veins in his neck as he exposed it, the colors of his skin and hair, and just how fucking perfect he was coming undone for me. I took as much of him as I could, engulfing him in warmth as he came again. I did my best to swallow what I could, some of it overflowing and leaving me to have to lick up my mess. 

Jimin looked utterly fucked, thighs trembling as he pulled me off him. He stared at my lips, his tongue darting out to lick his own as a devilish smile lifted them. One I wasn't used to seeing on him. 

"Sit on my face." 

I looked at him surprised, unable to stop the blush from coloring my cheeks at his forwardness. 

"What?" I asked dumbly, wondering if maybe I had misheard him. 

He chuckled, arms wrapping around my torso to pull me up his body. I bit my lip, a little nervous as he settled my thighs on either side of his head. 

"Did you learn this too, or is it common among Draas men to ask someone to sit on their face?" 

He hummed, hands finding purchase over the tops of my thighs to pull me down to him. 

"My research for you was extensive." He purred, starting with the mess covering my thighs. 

His licks were slow, deliberate, as he purposefully drove me crazy. 

"I'd argue it's only fair I return the favor and clean you up to seeing as I'm responsible for half the mess." 

He pulled me lower, my breath hitching as his breath ghosted across my center. 

"Maybe make you cum again too." 

I could already feel my thighs trembling, Jimin's words and the hint of his lips coaxing me into letting go and smothering him beneath me. 

"I'm really just a selfish bastard who wants to taste you again." He sighed, the first swipe of his tongue threatening to break me. "I'll spend the rest of my life between your legs if you'll let me." 

I laughed breathlessly, one that turned into a shuddering moan as he licked me again. 

"I might just let you." I murmured, whimpering under his teasing mouth. 

"Let's not waste any time then." He grinned, pulling me down to him.

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DTMWYS Jimin POV's

Hello!!

I just wanted to stop by and ask, anyone who's interested in the Jimin POV chapters I will be releasing.

I have a list of moments I want to cover for them. But if you have any situations you'd like a Jimin POV for please

LET ME KNOW!!!

What I See - Masterlist

Premise: This mini series will take place alongside DTMWYS. Just in our soulmates point of view!

DTMWYS: 'Y/N never wanted to find her soulmate. Her soulmate didn’t want to have one. What happens when they are forced to work together, despite the odds. What happens when Y/N is the only half of the soul bond that forms, and it’s too late for her soulmate to realize who she is.'

Warnings: Slight heavy petting, occasional swear words, obliviously infuriating (does that count as a warning?)

Pairing: ??? BTS(idol) x reader(music producer)

Authors notes: If you haven't read 'Don't Tell Me What You See', I suggest you do otherwise this will contain HEAVY spoilers.

Stomachache - 4.5

Tums - 7.5

Unexplainable - 10.5

Swimming - 12.5

Threads - 15.5

What I See - 4.5

Stomach Ache - 4.5

Jimin POV chapter

Warnings: none.

Pairing: Jimin!BTS x reader

Author’s notes: Say hi to Jimin for me *smirks*. These will get longer as time goes one, promise!

masterlist // Tums

It’s not that he wasn’t completely unaware of you. He heard your name from other people, saw you down a hallway, or caught of glimpse of you leaving the studio late. He just never saw your face, so he never put any thought into it.

“Firefly!” He heard Tae chirp excitedly. Where had he heard that before? Hasn’t Tae mentioned that name before?

Curiosity gets the better of him. He looks up from his phone, to see Tae engulfing your small frame. He shifts almost uncomfortably.

‘Weird’

He watches as the younger whispers something into your ear. Just before the doors reopen and Bang walks in, he sees it. You’ve pulled apart from each other, just enough that he can see your face and the dazzlingly, radiant smile you have on display.

He tries to focus on what Bang is saying, as everyone sits. The warmth your aura exudes is mesmerizing, it’s like the whole room brightened the moment he saw you. He stares holes into the front, fighting himself to not make a fool of himself already.

He hears Bang call your name. He lets himself look, really look at you, as you stand. His best friend flashing you a double thumbs-up causing you to roll your eyes, in an attempt to not laugh.

His eyes scan over your whole figure when you’ve reached the front. Starting from your toes all the way to the top of your silky head of hair. He can’t place what he’s feeling. Almost like a stomach ache? But what really draws him in is your eyes. How they have a hint of a sparkle in them, so full of excitement, full of life. He watches your eyes meet with the other members, he’s almost giddy at knowing you’ll turn those shining germs towards him.

His stomach settles immediately when you make eye contact with him. An overwhelming feeling of calm washes over him, something he hasn’t felt in almost forever. But he doesn’t react. He can’t.

You quickly nod at him and look away. Too soon, did you break eye contact, too soon did his previous anxiety about their new upcoming bookings return. Too soon was he left with an uncomfortable dull stomach ache.

This time he couldn’t look away, this time he didn’t try to hide it. He stared at you as you bowed and walked back over to Tae and the 4 seater couch. He doesn’t miss Tae placing a hand on your knee. Doesn’t miss his best friend lean over and whisper something to you, close enough he can see Tae’s lips ghost against the skin of your temple. And he absolutely doesn’t miss the way you visibly relax under the other man’s touch.

Taehyung had told him how amazing you were. How beautiful, and maybe that was why he felt so nervous. And why his stomach ache suddenly felt so much sharper.

It was just because you were really pretty….

Right?

masterlist // Tums

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What I See - 7.5

Tums - 7.5

Jimin POV chapter

Warnings: Heavy petting, lots of inner turmoil.

Pairing: Jimin!BTS x reader

Author’s notes: Someone smack him before I do

Stomach Ache // Unexplainable

Is he enjoying this way too much? Probably. Would that stop him? Absolutely not.

How else was he going to get to know you, know what your life consisted of, in a way that Taehyung did. Or even Yoongi for that matter.

Being told Taehyung was your twinflame had put the raging storm in his stomach at ease. But Yoongi was a whole other story. He seemed to know just as much as your twinflame, which made him feel uncomfortable and insecure.

The others had clicked with you instantly, everyone had. Well everyone except him that is. That could have been his fault, but he wasn’t sure.

Confusion and a need to be close to you always flood his mind when you're around. He doesn’t know why he’s so drawn to you, but instinct drives him. His full undivided attention is always on you, whether he means to or not. He really couldn’t come to a conclusion as to why.

Without trying, you make him feel things he can’t comprehend.

---

“Hey Jimin!” He hears you call to him. “Do you want to stay longer?”

He can’t stop the smile that breaks onto his face. He was hoping you’d say that.

“I’d love to.”

----

You are more than anything he could have imagined. The way your face lights up when you smile. Your voice raises in pitch the more excited you get. He understands why the other members are all enamored with you.

You have a comfort in your presence that soothes people. So when his anxiety hits over a new choreo or an upcoming performance or his vocals in the studio, he finds you. But it’s not just the anxiety you satiate, it's the stomach ache. He can’t tell if the ache comes from the anxiety or if it’s from something else. The times it hits is so sporadic he can't keep track anymore. All he knows is that hearing your voice and being around you is enough to settle it.

So sometimes he’d sit quietly in the same room as you, just to calm his nerves. Never needing actual interaction, just being in your vicinity was enough.

He’d had the same increasing ache in his stomach for days now. Being around you dulled the pain but he was never able to completely get rid of it. It was like his stomach alone was on a ship out on a turbulent sea, unable to find balance. Unable to stop the twisted hyperactive moths fluttering in his chest.

More than anything he was annoyed. Annoyed that nothing he ate, no amount of sleep could rid him of this feeling. It was all proving useless.

But sitting here settled into the couch in the studio with you seemed to take his mind off of his discomfort. Letting laughter fill the room as he recounts old stories of the members.

From his spot in the middle of the couch he watches you relaxed against an arm rest, both of you overcome with laughter. He doesn’t know why he does it, but he reaches for you, his hand coming into contact with your bare thigh.

Everything happens so fast. He sees your body react to his touch, his brain short circuits. His fingers twitch on your skin as his eyes momentarily close. Coming out of his slow blink, hes melting. Did he pull you onto his lap or did you climb onto it yourself? He can’t tell, but honestly he doesn't care. Especially with you biting your lip like that. His mouth now feeling dry he licks his own to try and moisten them. His tongue was raw against the soft skin. Suddenly he’s so unquenchably thirsty.

And you are the only drop of water he’s had in years.

He instinctively pulls you closer, hands traveling torturously slow up your body, hesitating momentarily on your hips before inching higher. He can feel your soft delicate skin under his thumbs, It’s softer than he ever thought it could be.

Your breath sweetened by the fruity drink you had been consuming prior now pours into his lungs. His mind becoming intoxicatingly blank as his senses pick up everything from you.

Maybe it’s because he hasn’t been with anyone in a while, or it could be the fact that you’re so breathtakingly beautiful that his body yearns for you. For your touch, for your permission.

He downs out his mind trying to remind him of his soulmate, no one could amount to this moment with you. If a soulmate could bring him to his knees easier then you could right now, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to survive it.

Feeling you inch closer makes him dizzy. This is how it should feel being with someone. Soulmate be damned.

This is not just a hookup to him, this means something. You mean something to him, but his mind is too foggy to dwell on what that is.

The lust he sees mirrored back in your eyes forms a tight knot in his stomach, his hands tensing. He’s still waiting.

“Make me warm.”

He abruptly surges forward, capturing those lips he’s been wanting so badly to taste. Moore, he needs to feel more. Sliding his hands up your shirt, he stifles back a moan. The heat your body is radiating is everything he could need in his life. Like a warm breeze you want to chase, comforting and safe.

Any begging for more is cut short as you open your mouth to let him in as he licks your bottom lip. It’s like you can read his mind, he’s greedy but you're taking all you can back. When your hands move to his hair and the strands are tugged forcing him to where you need him. A deep groan echos out of him.

Your skin, the taste of your breath, your mutual want for him. All while knowing him, the real him. Not just Jimin from BTS, compels a shiver to run up his spine. His mind spinning, how if only this could be it. But some part of his mind still manages to sputter about how much better it would feel if there was a soul connection.

And that’s when his bitterness overpowers all rationality.

“I wish you were my soulmate, right now.”

He feels you freeze, panic rises in him. He knows he slipped, he tries to save himself.

“Jimin, I can’t.”

You push him away, anger begins to bubble to the surface. Why did his soulmate have to ruin this for him? Was it so selfish to want you? Why did he have to suffer like this. He watches as realization washes over you, the look of horror you now wear. His bubbling anger comes out harshly, a blind rage as you back away from him more. His sevre words coming from a dark place inside him.

“I hate my soulmate.”

Shock appears in your eyes as he turns away from you. He doesn’t have time to do anything before he hears you bolt out of the room.

Revelation hits him, oh god what did he do.

His voice becomes hoarse as he screams your name, apologies dripping after every call. But it’s too late you're too far gone. Grabbing his phone he tries to call you, over and over the voicemail answering.

No, no he did not just completely ruin everything with you. Your freshly made friendship, the trust you had built with him. After you finally allowed him to become closer to you he did not just blindly destroy this.

He knew how you felt about soulmates, the pain you had also been through with your brother, the loyalty you had to your soul's bond. He treated all of that like it meant nothing, like you meant nothing.

So he continued to call, all night even after your phone must have died.

He even tried calling the next day after they were informed you were staying home as you were ill. But you still didn’t answer.

He knew he had no choice, he’d have to accept that you didn’t want to talk to him. Not yet, it was fair. He was determined when we saw you in person again he’d apologize properly.

He’d mend what he broke, he’d do anything for it.

Stomach Ache // Unexplainable

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