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crying petals — pjm

This original story has been written for the @btswriterscorner​ - Amor Fabula Project in honour of Valentine’s Week! 

Plot: Story of cotton fields and vanilla kisses as a pair of friends living together for years are hit with a stunning revelation that could strengthen or destroy their relationship. 

Rating: G | PG | Mature | Explicit

Genre: roommates!au | angst, smut

Pairing: Model!Jimin x Artist!OC/Reader (Gaia) ft. Lawyer!Seokjin 

Warnings: unrequited love themes (but like not at the same time lol), lots of emotional tension, the relationships can sometimes be complicated to explain but that’s sort of the point, sexual content (unprotected sex—stay safe pleeease, fingering, kitchen sex). 

Links: Guidelines | Masterlist | Request List (reqs closed)

Word Count: 7.5k 

A/N: I’ve been so hyped to write this that I ended up drafting and editing within three days. I hope you enjoy! Also!! my story is literally such a simple, stupid idea but seriously check out the other stories in the Amor Fabula project, there’s some serious intense fics coming your way!! As always reblogging, commenting and replying give life to a writer! 

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Letting herself drown into a pool, throat suffocating with flowers and her mind swirling with uncontrollable jolts of need was never healthy. Even his scent as it lingered in the air, a strange mixture of cotton and vanilla began to haunt her in dreams as well in real life. It wasn’t healthy in the slightest.

Gaia tried to focus on her paintings, long hours spent staining her fingers and filling up canvas. All of them sketches of stupid plump lips and striking eyes that sucked you in. Lured you like a sailor to a siren. So she stopped painting people but then she made cotton plants, vanilla flowers and warm rays of sunshine gleaming down on them. A defeated sigh passed her lips, a curly tress escaping from her loose ponytail and hanging over her head.

“Pretty.” The honey voice startled her for a moment but Gaia became far too good at hiding the way her heart jumped whenever he was near.

Jimin raked his fingers through his golden blond hair and relaxed onto the couch next to her. “I like cotton flowers.” He leaned forward to take a closer look at the work.

“I know.” Gaia smiled faintly. Even as a metaphor, the painting looked so damn obvious.

“Is this my secret gift?”

She scoffed in a mocking tone. “Excuse me, this is for sale.”

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