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Haven’t shared a poem in a while...

You know when a song Hits you so hard, It makes you weep?

You know when a tune, Just hits that raw nerve, And makes you sob?

It wracks your soul With tender memories. Memories I thought I had forgotten.

Looking Through Glass Reminds me of that tired night When I wanted you to come home so badly

I wept at your desk for hours, Tears in my eyes and looking out the window, Waiting for you to come home.

Lean On Me Reminds me of that first blush-worthy moment we shared, Standing on squeaky bleachers, stealing glances from two feet apart.

When I miss you deeply, And it comes on the radio, I cry until there are no tears left to share.

Good Riddance Reminds me of that conversation, “I want this to play at my funeral.”

I get so scared of when you’ll be gone I weep whenever it comes on, Until my mind is so numbed I can’t remember why I was crying at all.

Those songs remind me of such deep memories, Memories I’d never choose to forget, Even if it brings tears to my eyes whenever I remember.

Overkill? Maybe. But he got what he deserved.

I hope he felt every last one of those blaster bolts.

im so happy this horrid rotten little man is dead canonically

hasta la vista derek i hope ur bbl flattens while u rot in ur grave

DLF is literally insulting and ruining George Lucas's entire works and are calling it "good writing" and "exploring past boundaries."

Thank you DLF. For showing me how not to write and how to carefully consider every event before, during, and after while writing my characters and how they live, think, and breathe. Death in freedom is not freedom.

Good Riddance #1

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Summary: There were two things life taught you. Money bought comfort, not happiness. And love was always a gateway to pain. When your former best friend Jimin suddenly returns into your life, he challenges your belief and rips open the past you tried so hard to forget.

Genre: heirs au, girl boss, e2l, angst, mutual pining, eventual smut, feat. OT7

Warnings: swearing, Jin’s dad jokes, prissy Namjoon, a very sunny dispositioned Hobi :)

Word Count: 5.5k

A/N: I decided to rewrite Good Riddance. After I finished outlining the entire plot, I realized that the characters and story were way more nuanced. So here we go!

Read: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | [ongoing]

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It was a clear night. A bit chilly for mid-September, but you preferred the cold caress of the evening breeze over the smothering atmosphere of the party. The sky was painted dark, flecked with twinkling stars. You tried to blend out the lively buzz below you as you soaked in the view. Stars were scarce commodity in the City and being out here in the countryside was a rare treat nowadays.

You let out a sigh as you leaned against the balcony and took a careful sip from your glass of champagne. The icy railing bit into your skin, but you ignored the rising goosebumps. Light and music spilled out onto the ground floor terrace beneath you. People were enjoying themselves, laughing and chatting away. Usually you didn’t mind being amidst the crowd, but tonight you gladly exchanged the glittering socialite circles for a quiet reprieve.

You felt suffocated; you had to escape.

***

It started out as a normal Saturday evening. A celebratory one at that.

“Yeah man! Namjoons! Congrats! I can’t believe you’re getting hitched!” your friend Jin almost yelled across the room. He joyously greeted the man of the night and patted him eagerly on his back.

“Ah, hyung! You almost made me spill my drink! Do you know how much this tux cost me?” Namjoon asked. Despite his complaint, he couldn’t keep his goofy grin off his face. You fondly looked at both of your childhood friends.

“C’mon don’t be so stingy Mr. Investment Banker. You can make that money back in an hour. Here, in celebration of you finally relieving your beloved out of her five-year long misery, I’ll treat you to a new joke of mine!”

Namjoon threw you a pleading glance. You simply shrugged and gestured for Jin to continue.  

“This is an exclusive, so stop being so ungrateful you lot! Did you hear about the notebook who got engaged to the pencil?” Jin happily continued, glancing between the two of you, waiting for a response.

“No…?” you answered as you took a swig of champagne.

“She finally found Mr. Write!” Jin howled gleefully. You shouldn’t have laughed. It really wasn’t that funny of a joke, but Jin’s contagious cackle had you spitting out your drink.

Straight into Namjoon’s face.

“Oh my god! Joons! I’m so sorry,” you breathed between your gasps of laughter. You hastily grabbed some napkins off of a waiter passing by and started wiping his face. Jin was cracking up next to you, basically on the floor.

“Why did I ever expect anything else from the both of you? Why are we friends again?” Namjoon muttered in irritation as he took a napkin off your hands and patted down his tux.

You managed to stifle your laughter, “Because you looooove us. I’m sorry Joonie, really! I’ll pay your dry-cleaning.” You gave him your best puppy eye impression.

“Ugh, it’s fine Y/N. Stop trying to be cute, it’s giving me the creeps,” Namjoon groaned. You dropped your puppy eyes and gave him a stink eye instead.

Jin finally calmed down and threw an arm over his friend’s shoulder. “C’mon Namjoon, Y/N’s right. You love us. Your life would be boring without us. If it weren’t for your exquisite, completely-out-of-your-league fiancée, we’d be getting married right now!”

“You wish,” Namjoon grumbled.

“I’m handsome, I’m funny, I can cook, I’m filthy rich, I’m a catch!” Jin exclaimed indignantly. 

You nodded in solemn agreement, “He’s got a point. He’s a catch. You would make a lovely couple.” Your somber façade started to crack as another giggle escaped your lips.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m glad at least the two of you are having fun. On that note, did you see Jimin yet? I heard he’s back in town, he RSVP’d to the party”.

Your smile dropped; every trace of humor gone. “Who?”

Namjoon gave you a strange look and repeated slowly, “Park Jimin. He’s supposed to be here tonight.”

Your heart dropped. Fuck.

You forced a smile back on your face and ignored the furtive glance Jin gave Namjoon. “Oh really? He’s back? How long has it been? I’m sure his family must have missed him.”

“I’m pretty sure the whole City missed our golden boy,” Namjoon said with an awkward laugh.

Your voice turned steely, “Not sure I’d go as far as the whole City, but yeah I can imagine how he has them fooled and wrapped around his finger. I think I better go refill my glass, most of it landed on your face.” You excused yourself and walked away from the boys. In the background you heard Jin reprimand Namjoon, “Way to kill the mood, man!”

“I thought she should know. Better than to run head-first into him!”

“Whatever, c’mon take me to your bride-to-be! I need to tell her my joke!”

***

Later that evening you found yourself on the third-floor guest bedroom balcony, indulging in the starry night sky.

Alone.

You tried to lose yourself in the moment, telling yourself to enjoy this rare occasion.

After a view minutes you decided your attempts were futile. Who were you kidding? You were hiding.

Suddenly the bedroom door opened behind you, light spilled in from the hallway. You shifted your eyes and saw the outline of a sleek figure standing in the doorway.

You immediately straightened up, your long red dress rustled slightly against your body. The figure stilled for a second as he scanned the dark space. His eyes landed on you. He closed the door and slowly crossed the room.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You carefully kept a blank face and trained your gaze back to the seemingly captivating night sky. You took another big sip of champagne.

“Here you are, Y/N,” the words came out in a soft breath. His voice was quiet, but it was unmistakably deeper than the last time you heard it.

Don’t you get it? I don’t want you here. No one wants you here. The never-ending mantra that haunted you for the last decade. You wanted it to stop.

“Why are you hiding up here?” You threw him a sideways glance as he stepped up next to your side. The moonlight hit his cheekbones, his features were half lit and half hidden in the shadows.

Immediate regret coursed through your mind.

He looked good.

You hated that bastard.

“Who said I was hiding?” you answered in a disinterested tone. He was of course right, but he didn’t have to know that. „I was trying to enjoy my peace and quiet. Alone.” You waved your glass in his general direction without sparing him another glance.

Silence fell; you could feel his gaze on you. You silently prayed he would turn around and leave. Unfortunately he didn’t, or more likely refused to take the hint.

“You don’t seem surprised to see me. I thought I recognized you earlier. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve guessed you were avoiding me. But that can’t be it, the great Y/N is nothing if not head-on. It’s good to see you again,” he said in an amused tone.

You tensed at his words, your inner voice warring whether to simply ignore him or not. Your rational side sighed in defeat as you gave up your haphazard attempt at stargazing and reluctantly turned your attention to the boy next to you. There was no point in avoiding him, your voice justified. As much as you wanted to, people like the both of you couldn’t afford to ignore each other. You both knew this.

Might as well rip the Band-Aid off now, fast.

“What are you doing here, Park? Did you run out of millionaires to greet downstairs, who’d pat your back and toast on your return to the City? Maybe you shouldn’t have hijacked Namjoon’s engagement party for this. But then again, manners were never your strong suit.” You willed yourself to sound bored and took a measured drink from your glass.

There was another beat of silence as your words hung in the air. You snuck a closer look at him. His hair was parted sideways, falling slightly into his eyes. He wore an elegant waistcoat and slacks. A simple black tie graced his neck.

The years did him well. He looked different than you remembered. Better.

Fuck. You had to have a strict conversation with that inner voice of yours.

As your gaze moved back up, you noticed that his eyes were searching your face. All of a sudden the evening air seemed cold. You had forgotten how his gaze always made you feel. Bared and exposed. Despite your discomfort, you kept your poker face and refused to break the stifling awkwardness. Both of you let another second of silence pass.

Go away.

“Sharp-tongued and witty as ever. I missed that.” He chuckled.

Liar. Still, your defiant little heart skipped a beat. You silently vowed to yourself to meditate more. That mind over matter shit was clearly not kicking in.

“I’m already done with all the millionaires downstairs. So I thought I’d come and greet some old friends up here.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets and gave you a nonchalant shrug.

“We’re not friends, Park.” you shot back.

Jimin dramatically clutched his chest as if hit by a bullet. “Harsh words. And here I thought you’d be the happiest one to see me.”

Your only response was hard silence. Go away. Please.

He continued to disregard your silent prayers, “And what’s up with calling me Park? We’re not in high school anymore. Calling people by their last name is not gonna earn you any street cred, you know? Is this how you treat all your clients? I’m disappointed, tsk.” The boy clicked his tongue in taunting disapproval.

Your brain whirred as you processed what he just said. Shit. Shit.

“Your father is our new client with that new mystery project?” you blurted out before you could stop yourself.

A slight frown set between his eyes. “My father? Park Corp. consists of more than just my father. And he’s definitely not going to be working on that project.”

You dismissed his words with a wave of your hand, “Park Corp., your father, all the same. It’s just semantics.” Jimin wanted to argue back, but you ignored him and continued, “Don’t be so naïve, Park.” You quirked an eyebrow as you used his last name again. Nobody told you what you could or couldn’t do. 

“Your old man never lets his turf go unsupervised, especially if it’s a project developed in the City. You should know that better than anyone else. But how did my dad agree to this? He said he’d never work with your father. He thinks money and business ruin good friendships…” You suddenly realized you were babbling and bit down on your tongue. 

Damn it, how do you end this conversation fast? Ideally in a way which didn’t involve insulting the son of your biggest new client. Okay, maybe a bit of insulting was allowed. He wasn’t your client yet.

Jimin’s frown deepened before it was slowly replaced by a shrewd smile.

Uh oh. This didn’t bode well.

“Your father agreed to this because I convinced him.” His stupid smile grew wider as he leaned in. Your mind went blank at his sudden proximity, his woodsy scent marred your senses. “As I said, Park Corp. consists of more than just my father. He’s not overseeing this project. I am.”

You swallowed hard.

No one wants you here.

“Jimin. What do you want from me?” You had to shut him down, you had to shut your memories down.

He laughed quietly, leaned in even closer and breathed against your ear, “Like you said, I just wanted to toast with some of my millionaire friends.“ In one smooth move he swiped the glass out of your hand and knocked back the rest of your champagne.

You were too perplexed to react.

“I’ll leave you to your peace and quiet again. I should go greet some other millionaires, maybe even a billionaire or two. See you Monday,“ Jimin winked and turned to leave.

See you Monday. See you Monday?!

He stopped at the balcony door, turned around and looked at you again for another long moment. “Before I forget. I meant it when I said it’s good to see you again.” There was an odd sincerity in his voice. Your heart constricted. “You look good Y/N. I missed you.” With those words he headed back inside.

Fuck.

You were out of champagne.

***

>Beep<

“Yes Ms. L/N?”

“Ash, is this the updated schedule for today?”

“Yes, Ms. L/N. Your conference call with the London team on the current bidding process is in 15 minutes. At 10.30 a.m. there’s the project briefing with Eptá. You have a lunch date with Mr. Kim today. I placed a reservation at the restaurant at 1 p.m. I also cleared your afternoon schedule, per your request, so you can go investigate the properties. And at 8 p.m. you have your call with the West Coast team on the new development portfolio. It hasn’t changed since the last time you asked me 20 minutes ago.”

You ignored the slight annoyance in your assistant’s voice. Ash was nothing if not efficient. How wonderful.

“Ok thanks Ash.” 

>Beep<

>Beep<

“Ms. L/N, you seem a bit on edge today. Would you like some chamomile tea to calm your nerves?” she added in a sugary voice.

How. Wonderful.

“That’s very thoughtful of you Ash, but I think I’ll pass,” you answered just as sweetly. “Please follow up with Ren on the financial analysis and make sure to bring me the finalized report by end of today.”

There was a brief pause on the line.

“Of course, Ms. L/N.” 

>Beep<

You leaned back in your chair and let out a groan. How did you let yourself get to this point?

It was Monday morning. Two restless nights and three morning espressos in, you had to acknowledge that your brief conversation with Jimin affected you more than you were willing to admit.

Damn that boy and his empty words.

You closed your eyes and focused your mind on your breathing. After a few moments you released all your tension, determined to concentrate on the matters at hand. Any useless thought spent on that guy was just a waste of your precious energy.

Thankfully you were easily able to get back in the game. Your morning call went well. The team did excellent research and prep work and with a little bit of luck the bid would be as good as yours.

>Beep<

“Ms. L/N, your 10:30 appointment has arrived. Mr. Gardner and Mr. Jung have just registered at reception.”

“Send them straight in once they’re here.” 

>Beep<

You briefly checked your appearance in the standing mirror and straightened your blouse. Then you gathered the files that you’ve carefully studied over the past week and brought everything to your office seating area. You were told you were specifically requested by this client and you wondered what made them so special. Special enough for your father to insist. 

There was a knock on your door and then Ash came in followed by the two men.

“Mr. Gardner and Mr. Jung,” Ash announced.

You were about to greet your guests as you did double-take and froze. There, in the middle of your office stood Park Jimin. He wore a fitted light grey suit with a slim black tie, his hair elegantly sleeked back. Next to him his companion wore something more casual and flowy. His auburn mop of hair offset the cream color of his suit.

What the hell? Is this some kind of sick joke?

It took you a moment to realize that you blurted that last thought out loud. You cleared your throat and tried to compose yourself. “What are you doing here?” A clear hint of dread seeped into your voice.

Jimin laughed at your bewildered expression. Ash and Jimin’s companion glanced curiously between the both of you.

“I’m here to talk business, remember? C’mon you didn’t drink that much at the party to have a blackout. You were sulking around in the corner for the rest of the night. Don’t deny it, I saw you.”

You scowled at him. “Last time I checked your name was not Mr. Gardner nor Mr. Jung and you for sure don’t work for a company called Eptá. What game are you playing Park J…?”

Suddenly Jimin’s companion interrupted you,“Ms. L/N, how about we discuss our matters in a more private setting?” He briefly eyed Ash and the open door to the rest of your office floor.

You gave him an irritated glance but decided to concede. He was right, there was no point in making a scene in the middle of the office. Work was work and you were a professional. You could deal with that jerk later.

“Yes, of course. My apologies, I got carried away. Can I offer you gentlemen something to drink? Coffee? Tea?”

“Coffee would be amazing,” Jimin quipped while he sauntered to the chairs, unbuttoned his suit and sat down.

You threw him a dirty look before you turned to Ash who was taking in the entire scene with immense interest. “Ash could you please bring us some coffee and water?” You turned back to the companion and added, “Please have a seat.”

Once Ash left the room and everyone sat down, Jimin’s companion reached out his hand. “I’m Jung Hoseok, nice to meet you. My partner here has told me a lot about you. I’m sorry if we surprised you like this. Unfortunately, we have to treat the topics we are to discuss today with the highest discretion.”

Jimin told this guy about you?

“Wow Mr. Jung, what an honor. I really enjoyed your last article in the Financial Times. It was very insightful and innovative. L/N Y/N. It’s nice to meet you too.” You shook his hand, your curiosity piqued.

Hoseok gave you an easy smile and continued, “Of course you already know Mr. Park here. You probably have a rough idea about the project at hand through the briefing document we sent through earlier, but before we continue to go into detail, I’d like to ask you to please review and sign this NDA.”

You weren’t unfamiliar with signing NDAs. Real estate development was a lucrative but sensitive business, especially in this city. Client discretion and secrecy was always a given at your father’s company. But if it made your clients feel safer, you were also happy to sign a legal document to ensure no trade secrets were spilled.  

While you read through the terms of the document, Ash came back with a tray of refreshments.

“Here’s two coffees, water, milk and sugar at your free disposal. And one chamomile tea for you Miss.” She set the teacup in front of you as you gave her a sharp look.

She remained unbothered and asked in a saccharine voice, “Is there anything else I can get you?”

This girl…

“That would be all,” you dismissed her out of your office. If she had time to be sassy, she could handle your curtness.

After you signed the NDA you reached for the briefing document and flipped through your notes. “Mr. Park, Mr. Jung, I understand your need for discretion, but I’m a bit confused. I reviewed the briefing document and it describes your plans to revitalize the shipyard district. It does provide significant redevelopment opportunities and I’m sure it’s a great investment due to the rising popularity of the area, but to be frank, this is nothing you should hide from your competitors. Actually, it would be more beneficial to publicly market the redevelopment, as it would draw in more investors and increase the property value at a faster pace.”

You paused for a second and looked up at the two men. Hoseok opened his mouth, but before he could jump in you smoothly continued, “But I’m sure two smart gentlemen like you already know all of this. I checked our company’s asset register and we have no significant ongoing activities there at the moment.”

Jimin lifted an expectant eyebrow. And?

Was this some weird game of his? A test? Fine, you could play along.

“What we do have is a full-blown development plan for 53rd Street, which I’ve been asked to work on off-record for a mystery project in the past month. So tell me, why are you really here? Let’s stop wasting our time pretending we’re interested in finding ways to remove and recycle rusty hulls.“

Hoseok looked positively impressed. Good. “Phew, you weren’t kidding Jimin when you said she was smart as a whip. You really did your homework Ms. L/N”.

Jimin complimented you in front of strangers? Somehow this notion bugged you even more.

You brushed off Hoseok’s comment. “Mr. Jung, please, that’s my job. If you’re that easily impressed maybe I should increase my rates,” you deadpanned.

Hoseok blinked at you for a moment until he realized you were joking and started to laugh.  

You smiled back at him.  

Business rule #1 – always have a friend on the other side.

Your gaze shifted to Jimin and you noticed he was quietly observing you. Once again you felt exposed. Just like on that night of the party.

Focus.

You stared straight back and silently challenged him to say something.

“Yes Y/N, you’re right. Let’s stop pretending.”

No manners, not even in a business environment. What did you expect?

“We’re looking to branch out Park Corp. The hospitality industry is changing; travel and lifestyle trends are changing. As leaders of this industry we should spearhead that change.”

It was the first time you heard him talk in such a serious and determined way.

He briefly nodded at Hoseok and Hoseok brought out a new briefing document. The real briefing document. It had the word ‘Gaea’ printed on the front.

As you flipped through it, your jaw dropped. Your animosities subdued by the remarkable idea which unfolded in front of your eyes. What you read and saw was one of the most ambitious projects ever drafted. You felt a mixture of skepticism but also awe and excitement bubble up inside of you.

“An eco-hotel?” you asked aloud.

Jimin snorted, “Please don’t insult my intelligence. Look again.”

For a brief second you had forgotten who sat opposite of you. You swallowed your retort and flipped through the document again, gathering your thoughts.

You tried a second time, “It’s a new luxury experience. Seamlessly blending sustainability with affluence. A fully integrated concept of lifestyle, art and nature encapsulated in its own microcosm.”

Bingo.

This time Jimin nodded eagerly and leaned forward. “The new generation has a different view on things. The success of our company, of any company, is being measured through the impact we make in this world. They are the ones who are the breadwinners. They are willing to go deep into their pockets to appease their conscience yet unwilling to give up the luxuries that they are used to.”

You carefully took a sip of your tea and asked, “So you’re appealing to their sense of guilt? I’m not sure that’s the smartest thing to do, especially when it comes to hospitality.”

Jimin shook his head. “No. Not at all. People don’t want to be confronted with sustainability mantras or their own carbon footprint at every corner they turn. We’re not here to preach to them. We do what we do best - offer them a beautiful escape from their daily lives.” His eyes glinted as he explained his vision.

Jimin continued, “Travelling is an indulgence. When people travel they want to be pampered. They want to feel special. The last thing they want is to have a mirror shoved in front of their face. They don’t want to sleep on scratchy cotton, just because it’s recycled. Not when they’re paying $300 a night.” Next to him Hoseok nodded in agreement. Jimin glanced over and gave him a small smile.

They are friends. You realized with a small pang. You immediately pushed that thought aside.

“But what they will be interested in is that the tomatoes in their $25 Insalata di Caprese are grown right in the rooftop gardens they visited in the morning. That the honey harvested from the 7th floor tastes floral whereas the honey from the 10th floor has a deep, rich aroma because the bees fly to the park facing west. They’ll be mesmerized to see that the calories they burn on our treadmills fuel the lights of the beautiful art installation in the courtyard below them. Depending on their exertion the art changes and evolves. They’ll be surprised when they realize that the filtered and recycled water pumped through the veins of the building, fueling the water installation, the swimming pool or their en-suite Jacuzzis, is grade A drinking water. We are increasing our guests’ sustainability literacy by taking them into a world of wonder, providing them luxury experiences and showing them that one doesn’t exclude the other.” Jimin paused briefly to take a drink from his coffee.

His eyes settled back on you as he set down his cup. “This is what my project Gaea is about. Modern Mother Nature in the palm of your hands. There’s more of course, but we don’t have to go into all of the details right now.”

There was a moment of silence as you let Jimin’s words sink in and thought about how to respond. You were surprised by his demeanor. Unlike some investors who thought that the millions in their pockets made them into walking gods, you knew he wasn’t a spoiled brat. The Jimin of your past has always been a hard worker. But this was different. There was a sense of conviction and passion in the way he talked about this project.

You decided to go with a safe response. “I never thought of you to be such tree-hugger and activist, Mr. Park.”

A slow smirk spread across his face. “Don’t misconstrue this, I’m not trying to play saint.”

You snorted dismissively at his remark. He was the golden boy, he always tried to play saint. And the people fell for it.

Hoseok gave the both of you a tentative look.

Jimin shrugged casually, “Above all, I’m interested in growing our company. Let me be clear - my goal is to be successful no matter what. Might as well make a difference while I’m at it.”

You tried hard to discern his intentions. Why was he trying to play the cold businessman when he was clearly passionate about this topic?

Focus. Focus on the work.

You went back to the briefing document and flipped through the pages again, putting your analyst brain to work. “This is an interesting concept. While not novel in the industry, the mixture of lifestyle, art, experience and luxury is definitely an untried combination. It could work…,” your voice trailed off in thought.

“But?” You lifted your head, Jimin gave you a piercing look. You were surprised by the earnestness you found in his face. He was interested to hear your opinion. Your intuition was right, this was clearly not just an investment project to him.

“It could also just be a trend, a fad. You’re investing $730 million here. Whatever you’re doing, you want it to stick the first time. Yes, concepts can be changed and the location we’re developing at is prime real estate. So it doesn’t lessen the value of the property, but it would damage your brand. It would still be considered a failure and that would stick to your name. I can’t stop you, but if you want to pursue this idea I would personally recommend you do some tests and market research first,“ you voiced your genuine concern. Regardless of how you felt about Park Jimin personally, you didn’t want to ill-advise your client.

Jimin’s grin returned and grew impossibly wider. He leaned forward and took another sip of coffee. “Is that concern I hear in your voice Y/N? I’m touched,” he said in mocking delight.

Maybe you were willing to make an exception with this client. What a cocky bastard.

“Thanks for worrying, but this will work. Do you really think our executive board would have approved that amount of money without asking exactly those questions and many more? Hoseok here grilled me like I was at the Spanish Inquisition before he agreed to work with me.”  

His friend threw him an apologetic smile. “I’ve got a reputation and a career to uphold, man,” Hoseok insisted.

Jimin chuckled lightly and continued, “It won’t fail Y/N. What do you think I’ve been doing the last few years?”

I don’t want you here. You wouldn’t know. You didn’t care.

Focus.

“Research. It works, I’ve already proven it on a smaller scale.”

You perused his features. There was determination and confidence. Under any other circumstance you would’ve thought it was foolish confidence, but you also saw the way Hoseok looked at his business partner. If one of the world’s most renowned financial strategists had full faith in this endeavor, maybe so should you.

After you triple checked the numbers.

As if Hoseok read your mind he proposed, “Jimin, I suggest you ask Jungkook to send Ms. L/N the business case. I know it’s not strictly necessary, but she’s going to be part of the team, she signed your NDA. We should play with open cards.”

One heck of a team. To have Jung Hoseok as your financial advisor.

A new thought started to nag in the back of your head. Usually you would never ask, but this was Jimin you were talking about. You had to know.

“Why me?”

“Excuse me?”

“You mentioned you got my dad to agree to work with you. It mustn’t have been easy to convince him to break his principles. So why? Why go through all this effort?”

“Are you really asking me why I decided to hand a $730 million project to you on a silver platter?” Jimin asked in wry amusement.  

Now that he put it that way, your question did sound dense. You brushed off the judgement. You had to know what you were getting yourself into. No way you were going in blind.

“Tell me,” you persisted, your face resolute.

He stared at you for a long moment, deliberating his answer.

“Actually Ms. L/N we decided to go…”

Jimin interrupted Hoseok, “I chose your company because you’re the best in the country, maybe even globally. We did an evaluation and you came out on top. Gaea is an important milestone for Park Corp., so I think it’s only obvious to go with the best to guarantee its success.”

You were surprisingly disappointed. What a textbook answer. You decided to dig deeper.

“I get why you chose to work with Spring Development, but this doesn’t answer the question why you specifically requested for me to work on this project.”

You remembered the heated discussion you had with your father. How you refused to blindly take on a client who you, and more importantly the internet, knew nothing about.

“Because you were recommended as the best,” Jimin simply said.

“Bullshit,” you fired back.

Jimin let out a low sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. “Why can’t you just let it go?” he muttered to himself.

You stiffened at his remark. What was that supposed to mean?

“It’s not bullshit. You were recommended as the best. I followed your Aquarium project,” he finally revealed.

He kept tabs on you? The Aquarium project? Normally you were pretty good at reading people, but deciphering this boy was becoming increasingly impossible.

“The Aquarium project was a disaster,” you retorted. You started to doubt this man’s sanity.

Hoseok coughed quietly and interrupted your exchange, “Ms. L/N I can understand your skepticism. You’re right the project was a disaster, but that was because the owner and investors were morons who didn’t listen to advice. It’s now up and running and it’s become profitable in less than 12 months. That’s a huge feat considering the circumstances. It shows that you can work under pressure, you’re creative and very good at what you do. Although we’ve assembled the best team, Gaea won’t be an easy undertaking. We want someone like you. We need someone like you.”

Jimin hummed in agreement.

This was not the answer you expected.

You straightened yourself up and made up your mind. Business was business, and Hoseok was right. This project was going to be a challenge. You loved a good challenge, and this was too good of an opportunity to let pass by. You were perfectly capable of keeping your private matters separate.

“Alright gentlemen, I look forward to working with you. Should I take you through our current development analysis?”

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12/04/20

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Good Riddance #2

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Summary: There were two things life taught you. Money bought comfort, not happiness. And love was always a gateway to pain. When your former best friend Jimin suddenly returns into your life, he challenges your belief and rips open the past you tried so hard to forget.

Genre: heirs au, girl boss, e2l, angst, mutual pining, eventual smut, feat. OT7

Warnings: hints of booty call Tae, uwus!

Word Count: 5k

A/N: And we’re back up to date! The last bit literally made my heart melt. Please feel free to leave me a comment or send an ask! I would love to hear your thoughts, good or bad!

Read: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | [ongoing]

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[10:13 PM] You: come get me @ cygnus bar

“Here you go miss, our Cygnus signature sake martini. Junmai Daiginjô sake mixed with dry gin and a dash of extra dry vermouth. Crisp and clean with a slight hint of sweetness. And another Old Fashioned for the sir.”

You briefly looked up from your phone and gave the bartender a quick smile, “Thanks, just put the Old Fashioned right here. My guest will be back in a sec.”

The hotel bar of The Cygnus was bustling on a Thursday night. You were dressed in a close-fitted black cocktail dress, embroidered with elegant gold and silver flowers. A demure little thing if it weren’t for the slit that went up your thigh. A freshwater pearl necklace rested daintily around your neck, aptly showing off your collarbones. You were actually quite proud of your outfit for tonight, although if you’d known the evening would progress in this way you may have decided on something more prude.

Business dinners. Always a fine balance between being charming but not overpowering, personable yet professional. Usually an easy balance to strike if your partner didn’t decide to get plastered and become an insufferable flirt.

You really couldn’t remember the last time you had dinner with a friend just for the heck of it. It was always either business, networking or the occasional ‘date’ which was nothing more than an ill-disguised excuse to end the night in someone’s bed.

You loved your job, but sometimes you wondered if living and breathing your work and drowning yourself in the company was just a way to fill a void. You immediately shied away from exploring that thought. Let’s first get through the evening without killing Gerard, you could psychoanalyse yourself some other time.

“The restrooms here are really divine! I tell you, D-I-V-I-N-E! Almost as divine as you tonight! I need to know the interior designer!” Gerard proclaimed as he slid clumsily back into his seat.

[10:18 PM] You: now.

“Did you just compare me to a toilet?” you asked incredulously as you finished typing and closed your phone.

Gerard gave you a toothy grin before he took a long sip from his Old Fashioned.

I should’ve started ordering him water after drink number two.

“Not the toilets! Their wallpaper is exquisite! Just like you!” he said happily.   

“Now I’m wallpaper?” you mused and looked down on your dress. You really should’ve worn something else.

Gerard’s eyes crossed in concentration as he realized what he just said. “What I meant was I could definitely use someone like their designer to stage the condos downtown. They’d sell like hot cakes!” he rectified with a snicker.

“I know who designed this hotel. If you want, I can introduce you to them.” You picked up your drink and gave it a taste. It was pleasant and neat. Unlike the drunk real estate broker sitting next to you at the bar. “But in return I expect you to send me a first draft of the listing proposal by Monday.”

“Y/N! Always on the job. You know I’ll do my magic. Here’s to our new listing contract. The Plumeria Offices! Drinks are on me!” Gerard giggled into himself.

You clinked your glass and laughed quietly, “And who’s commissioning your sorry ass? So technically drinks are still on me. You’re lucky you’re good at your job.”

It was time to end this night. You made a mental note to never go out for drinks with Gerard again.

“Then let me take you out to dinner! Not like this, but a real date. C’mon, don’t you ever get tired refusing me? It’s not easy to find an eligible bachelor like me, rawwr!” Gerard winked and clawed the air in front of you.

He was very lucky he was good at his job.

Your phone lit up.

[10:21 PM] Gucci Boy: The Cygnus?

[10:21 PM] Gucci Boy: That’s all the way across town! Ugh -_-;

Plan A seemed to be a dead end; it was time to start thinking about a plan B.

[10:23 PM] You: i’ll blow you

“How about we talk about your feline bachelorness tomorrow? Tonight we should celebrate our contract and the divine restrooms,” you said distractedly as you scanned the room for an escape.

Gerard unexpectedly inched closer and yelled directly into your ear, “To the Plumeria Offices, the divine restrooms and the divine Y/N!” You winced as a hot waft of alcoholic exhale hit your face.

Your patience was waning. You had to get away before you made dead broker meat out him.

Just in that moment you recognized a familiar figure at the hotel bar entrance. You couldn’t even believe you were actually considering this.

It had been a very long and painful past hour. Your rational brain tried hard to convince yourself that you preferred your real estate broker alive and making you money over the instant gratification of nailing his balls against the wall.

What your brain didn’t tell you was how choosing the devil made this situation any better. Here went nothing.

You abruptly stood up and waved, “Jimin! Babe!”

Jimin’s head turned when he heard his name. His eyes briefly widened with surprise and confusion as he recognized you. He started coming over to your spot at the bar and you could see a flash of understanding cross his face as he took in the scene.

“Cheers to my divine Y/N!” Gerard howled as he lifted his glass with one hand and tried to sling his other around your shoulder. You nimbly dodged his arm and moved right next to Jimin as he reached the bar. Your arm slid loosely around his waist.

“Jimin, babe, what are you doing here?” You looked up at him and gave him your most innocent smile.

Just play along.

His eyes narrowed slightly, but otherwise he showed no sign of surprise at your unusual behavior. After a brief moment he simply smiled back, pulled you closer into his side and rested his hand at the small of your back. You suppressed a startled yelp.

“I was about to ask you the same thing. I had a meeting at the Suthora Lounge. It just finished, so I thought I’d grab a drink before I turn in for the night.” His smile turned into a mischievous smirk. “You didn’t tell me you were coming to this bar tonight, sweetheart. Otherwise I would’ve dropped by sooner.” His term of endearment caught you off guard. There was a teasing glint in his eyes as his thumb gently stroked across your back. You tried to ignore the zing it sent through your body.

“Sorry, where are my manners! Jimin, this is Gerard, a business partner of mine. Gerard, this is Jimin, my…,” you paused for a millisecond as you debated which word to use. For lack of a better idea you lamely ended on, “Jimin.” Jimin shifted slightly next to you.

Gerard stood up and gave the both of you a confused look. Slowly the situation dawned on him and a slight flush of embarrassment crossed his cheeks. He tried to collect himself and stuck out his hand. “Ah yes of course, it’s nice to meet you.”

Jimin shook his hand. “Likewise, Gerard was it? Y/N has already told me so much about you. She often says it’s rare to find true professionals nowadays, but she holds you in very high regard.”

You gave him a quick, annoyed glance. Don’t lay it on too thick, boy. He was trying to hold back his laughter as he quirked his eyebrow in response. What are you gonna do about it?

It reminded you of the days when you used to pull pranks like this all the time.

Gerard’s face turned red like a tomato. Jimin’s words seemed to sober him up a bit. He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck and replied, “Yes, working with Y/N is great. She’s truly talented and… uh... attractive.” His face blanched. “I mean, not that I find her attractive! I m-mean, not that I find her unattractive…”

Jimin laughed at the man’s flustered state. “Don’t worry, I know exactly what you mean. She’s clever and absolutely stunning. It’s hard to resist.” His eyes crinkled as he gave you another mirthful smile.

Your stomach twisted. He was playing the loving boyfriend part a little too well. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought he actually meant it. You immediately dismissed that ludicrous thought.

You could already tell this little stunt was going to cost you.

Gerard downed his drink and started searching for his wallet. “I better get going now, it’s getting late. It was a really good evening Y/N. I’ll give you a call next week when all the listings are sorted out.”

“Monday,” you said with a big smile and a voice that brooked no argument.

“Y-yes, of course. Monday. I hope you don’t mind if I don’t take you home. You’re in better hands with your boyfriend anyway,” he sputtered.   You fought your urge to correct him and just gave him a friendly hum of confirmation. Gerard nodded to Jimin and you without making eye contact, put some bills on the counter and quickly shuffled towards the exit.

Once he was out of sight you immediately stepped out from under Jimin’s arm. Your skin tingled where his palm had rested a second before. You sat back down and let out a deep sigh. Jimin slipped into the seat next to you.

The bartender immediately came up to him, “Good evening sir, what can I get you?”

“The usual please. Thanks Paul.”

The bartender left and you both sat in silence as you nursed your drink.

“Don’t ask.”

“I wasn’t going to.”

You heaved another small sigh, turned towards Jimin and took in his appearance for the first time this evening. He was wearing a slightly rumpled dress shirt with the top unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up. He almost looked a bit out-of-place and tired. You wondered if the project was putting him under too much pressure.

What was wrong with you? Why did your stubborn heart still have a tender spot for him?

“What are you doing here?”

This time it was his turn to let out a sigh. “Do you realize you always ask me the same question?”

“Are you following me? Is this some weird game of yours where you’re just trying to prove a point again?” you tried hard to sound unaffected.

Irritation and hurt flashed across his eyes.

Good.

But then it was gone in a blink, replaced by an unreadable smile, “Get over yourself, not everything in life is about you. I live here.” He took the glass of whiskey Paul set in front of him and clinked it against your martini glass. “Cheers.”

You were about to retort as your phone blinked.

[10:35 PM] Gucci Boy: Fine, will be there in 30.

[10:35 PM] You: don’t bother. matter’s settled

[10:35 PM] Gucci Boy: TT-TT dinner tomorrow?

You decided to ignore his question.

“Is Gucci Boy your boyfriend?” Jimin asked with a skeptical snort.

You glanced up and realized he was looking into your phone. “What Taehyung? No, he’s just whatever.”

Jimin’s brows shot up. “Just whatever? And here I thought you were the biggest romantic on the planet.” You couldn’t tell if he was mocking you or not.

There used to be times when you believed in the love of a friend and the love of a mother. Those times were long in the past.

“No Jimin, you’re the biggest romantic sap on the planet. I’m a person who believes relationships are overrated. What do you mean with you live here?” You didn’t want to talk about your love life anymore, so you decided to not-so-subtly change the topic.

You could tell he wanted to push further but then he decided to let it go. “This is our hotel, did you forget? I needed a place to stay when I moved back to the City. I’m temporarily staying in the penthouse suite while I’m looking for a new place.”

“I know this is one of your hotels. That’s not what I meant. Why aren’t you just tiding over at your parents’ or at Jihyun’s? They all live like three blocks from here.“

The edges of his mouth twitched up, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He took another swig of whiskey. “For someone who doesn’t want to be asked any questions, you sure ask a lot of your own.”

There was nothing you could argue against that.

You turned your attention back to your drink. “Thanks Jimin,” you said in a quiet voice. No matter how wary you were of him, you weren’t ungrateful.

He didn’t respond. You looked up to see his reaction. This time his eyes were creased in amusement. “I think this is the first nice thing you said to me since I’m back.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t get used to it.”

His smile grew wider. Your heart skipped a beat as your friend of your past peeked through.

The moment passed as he responded, “Don’t worry. You owe me one, sweetheart.”

***

The next morning your phone rang. You absentmindedly answered the call while you flipped through some blueprints, “L/N speaking.”

“Y/N, I have a great idea how you can repay me for last night,” a familiar voice purred on the other end of the line.

You did a double take and looked at the caller ID on your screen. Shit.

“Jimin? What do you want?” You muted your phone and let out a loud groan. You knew this was going to happen.

“You know, your work and private persona are really different. Is there a reason why you’re so cold to everyone all the time? Maybe you should go consult a therapist, this could be a serious case of disassocia…”

“Park. Cut to the chase. What do you want?” you tried not to sound annoyed.

The boy on the phone clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Now I am hurt. And here I thought you’d be endlessly grateful after I rescued you from your horrible date last night!” he wailed dramatically over the phone. You forgot how childish he could be sometimes.

You took in a deep breath and gathered all your patience in your voice, “First, it wasn’t a date. Second, fine. Let me hear your great idea. What can I do for you?”

“I told you I’m looking for a place, right?” excitement now laced his tone.

“Yes?”

“I want you to find me a new home.”

You were a bit surprised and relieved by his request. “Oh, well that’s easy. I can refer you to one of our brokerage partners…”

“No Y/N, I want you to find me a new home. I want you to go house shopping with me.”

You should’ve known he wasn’t going to let you off the hook that easily.

You let out an exasperated breath, “You want me to play your realtor? Jimin, I don’t have time for this, you know we don’t broker. Besides, my team focuses on commercial real estates. If you insist on us finding you a new place, I can get you in touch with our residential development team. They know everything that’s happening in the City.”

Jimin laughed across the phone, “Don’t give me lame excuses. This request is off the clock. You know this town like the back of your hand, and you know my taste. You’re the best personal shopper I could want. I won’t take no for an answer. Impress me.”

There was an unsaid threat in his words. Take this deal while I’m still playing nice. My next request will be much worse.

Sometimes you hated this game of give-and-take. Sometimes you hated savvy business people. Sometimes you hated yourself because you relished in all of the above.

“Fine. I don’t have time this weekend. Give me the week to pull together some listings and then let’s meet next Saturday. I’ll give you one weekend of my time. Either you take it or you leave it and go find yourself someone else to bother.”

“Deal.” his old eagerness shined through, “Oh, and put some effort into it. If I notice you’re doing this half-assed just because it’s me, I won’t let it count.”

You bristled at his remark, “Don’t insult me, Park.”

Another laugh chimed through the line, “See you next Saturday.”

***

It was Saturday morning and you were late for your appointment. You rushed past your stepmother into the kitchen to grab a piece of fruit and some water.

“Honey, is this your breakfast?” she asked, “I’m making pancakes, you can have some now if you can’t stay for breakfast.”

You quickly scarfed down your banana. “Sorry Ave, I’m in a hurry. I fell asleep last night while reviewing the bid proposal and forgot to set an alarm.”

Your stepmom crossed the kitchen and looked at you with worried eyes, “You seem stressed these days. I have a facial appointment this afternoon for my shoot on Monday. You can take the slot if you want.”

“I’ll probably be out all day, so enjoy your facial.” You finished your last bite of banana, grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge and headed towards the kitchen door.

“We could do a girls night in tomorrow? Eri’s off, I can prepare some things for a nice pamper session for the three of us?” she tried again.

You didn’t know why she was fussing. You weren’t even her daughter. “I’m good.”

In that moment your father entered the kitchen. “Bye dad, bye Aveline.” You gave him a quick peck on the cheek and rushed out the door.

The traffic gods showed mercy, you miraculously made it 5 minutes before the appointed time. Your development manager Julia was already waiting, coffee in hand.

“Have I told you, that I love you and I want to marry you?” you said as she handed the coffee and the listing portfolio to you.

Julia chuckled at your remark, “Ah, if only you were my boyfriend. I’ll just have to imagine it was him saying that right now.”

“I take it, he’s still being dense?” you asked.

“Super dense,” Julia agreed. “So who are we meeting on a Saturday morning and why the hell are we showing them apartments?”

“Don’t ask. It’s just an acquaintance of mine and unfortunately I owe him a favor,” you said miserably.

In that moment Jimin arrived. “Good morning Y/N, what’s with the long face? We haven’t even started yet,” he said cheerfully until his eyes landed on Julia. A small frown settled on his face.

“It’s 8.30 am on a Saturday morning and we’re in the middle of downtown. The real question should be why are you in such a good mood?” you commented with a scowl.

“You said we had one weekend. Gotta make the most of it. Who’s this?” he asked with a nod.

You realized you forgot to introduce Julia. Why were you so easily distracted by him? “This is Julia, she’s one of our residential development managers. Julia this is Jimin, a friend of the family.”

Julia eagerly held out her hand, “It’s great to make your acquaintance. Y/N never mentioned she had such a handsome friend.”

Jimin dropped his frown and took her hand, “Nice to meet you too. May I ask why you’re here today?” Julia visibly swooned as he gave her a smile. You wanted to kick them both.

“She’s here to assist with the contract. Once you’ve decided on an object, she’ll close the deal for you,” you answered in an irritated tone.

Jimin’s cheery mood returned, “Great, so that means we don’t need her for the actual touring? Apologies to have hauled you out of bed this early in the morning Julia. If you don’t mind, I’d prefer to visit the properties in private. I have some catching up to do with Y/N.” Jimin gave Julia another bright smile.

“N-no, not at all. I hope you find something to your liking,” she responded weakly. Julia turned to you with a knowing smile and muttered, “Call me if you need something.” She winked and scurried off before you could protest.

Great. You glared at Jimin, “This was completely unnecessary. We need her!”

“Why? Didn’t you do your homework?” he teased.

You huffed at him, “When did you become so insufferable?”

“When did you become so uptight?” he countered. “We can just call her back when I’ve picked something, okay?”

You refused to respond.

Jimin tried to appease your agitated mood, “Look, I know you don’t like me. But you’ve agreed to this and I need a new place. So why don’t we both stop bickering and act like two civilized human beings for the day?” As an afterthought he added, “I’ll buy you lunch. Your choice.” He knew you couldn’t say no to good food.

It was going to be a long day. And you really didn’t have the energy to stay angry all the time.

“There’s this new seafood place close to the pier that I’ve been meaning to try. It’s on the way to the Spirea Tower,” you considered until you saw Jimin’s grimace. You forgot; he didn’t like seafood. “We don’t have to go there…”

Jimin hastily shook his head and said, “No it’s fine. Let’s go there. If it’s on the way, then even better.” You had to smile at his eagerness.

You cleared your throat and put on your best sales pitch voice, “Very well Mr. Park., welcome to 230 Beech. If you’d like to follow me inside.” You gestured and entered the building behind you.

***

“The highlight of this penthouse is of course the 360° view over the city. You have plenty of terrace space to host outdoor events and the glass windowpanes give you that highly sought after indoor/outdoor living experience. This building has all the amenities you can ask for. 24h valet, fully equipped gym, indoor swimming pool, library, conference rooms, a 100-seat screening room, lounges for hosting events, it even has its own residential barber shop, grocer and coffee bar. It really is a great investment property.”

Three penthouses, three condos and two townhouses later, you finally arrived at the last stop of the day. Your day with Jimin was oddly pleasant yet frustrating at the same time. True to your agreement you both stopped bickering and focused on the task at hand. He took his time inspecting each property, attentively listening to your explanations, asking interested questions and openly admiring features that he liked. Nevertheless, nine properties later, he still hadn’t settled for any of them.

“So what do you think?” you asked him, as you presented him the breathtaking sunset view.

Jimin stood next to you and looked out over the city. “It’s really an extraordinary space, but I don’t think it’s what I’m looking for.”

You were tired, your feet hurt, and you really didn’t want to repeat this procedure again tomorrow. “What do you mean it’s not what you’re looking for? It has everything you can possibly ask for and this district has a forecasted value increase of 20% in the next 5 years. Heck even I bought a unit in this building.”

Jimin turned to you and asked curiously, “You live here?”

You shook your head. “No,” you replied, “I still live at home. There’s no point in moving into my own place when I’m barely ever there anyway. Doesn’t mean I can’t own property around town. Are you sure you don’t want this penthouse? Julia told me there’s already two offers up for it, but I’m sure we can strike a deal with the seller. It’s really a great investment.”

“Y/N.” He sounded strangely solemn. “I had fun today and I feel like this is the only way I can get you to talk to me in a normal way, but I meant it when I said I’m looking for a home.”

You spent your entire spare time of the past week pouring over different listings and registries, trying to find something which you thought suited his taste. No chance in hell was Park Jimin going to walk away at the end of this weekend without a contract.

“And what? None of these caught your eye?” you asked defensively.

Jimin looked at you pensively before he said, “They’re all really amazing, but as you said, they’re investment properties. That’s not what I’m looking for.”

Oh.

He continued in a quiet voice, “You know what I’m looking for, right?”

He was looking for a home.  Somehow this realization made your heart clench.

You contemplated for a moment until you made up your mind, ripped a corner off your portfolio and wrote an address on the paper.

“Meet me here tomorrow at 11.”

***

“This is a deli.”

“Shush. Just follow me.”

You entered the store and headed straight for the counter.

“Y/N!” exclaimed the man behind the register. “You really need to come by more often!” He came around and gave you a warm hug.

“Hi Bodo,” you said in a muffled voice as you awkwardly tried to extract yourself from his embrace.

Bodo finally let go of you and gave Jimin an appraising look. “This is the young man you’re showing around?”

“Yeah, do you have the keys?” you asked.

Bodo grinned happily, grabbed a basket from behind the counter and headed out the door. ”Of course young lady! Everything ready and prepped as soon as you called this morning. Let’s go!”

Jimin gave you a puzzled look, you shrugged noncommittally. Just follow me.

The three of you walked down the street and arrived at an old building which had ‘Cali Soap Co.’ written across its brick wall. You walked up a flight of metal stairs and ended up in front of an insignificant-looking set of double doors. Bodo fumbled briefly with the keys until he unlocked the entrance and held open one side for you. “Voilá! Welcome, welcome!”

A beautiful two-story loft unfolded before your eyes. Light streamed in from the large industrial windows. Plants hung from the ceiling and the window frames. To the left a giant bookcase spanned across the entire height of the loft. The kitchen was situated in a winter garden at the back of the building which opened up to a small courtyard patio.

Bodo put the keys and the basket on the coffee table and turned back towards the entrance. “I’ll leave you two to it. I packed you guys some lunch in case you’re hungry. Take your time. You can come by the shop and drop everything off once you’re done.”

You gave Bodo a small smile, “Thanks.”

As Bodo left you stood uneasily in the middle of the loft. “I don’t know much about this building. It used to be an old soap factory which shut down in the 80s and got repurposed into a living space. The winter garden got added later on, they removed the air vents, cemented it shut and turned it into a patio. The old delivery area is on the ground floor below us. It can be used for storage or you can put in automatic doors and convert it into a garage. The previous owner didn’t have a car, so nothing was ever installed.”

You turned to check Jimin’s reaction.

His eyes were comically wide as he took in the loft. “What is this place?” he asked in wonder.

“It’s a home,” you simply answered. You remembered the first time you entered this place. You expected the sadness, but you didn’t expect the amazement. It was hard to ignore the love and care that was put into it. An eclectic array of furniture decorated the entire space. The bookcase was nothing short of imposing, filled with books over books over books. In every nook and cranny you could either find an ardently displayed old typewriter or some trinket brought back from faraway. This place was well loved and showed the story of a life. A life which you were never a part of.

I never wanted to be your mother. I don’t even want to be your friend.

Jimin walked around and ran his hands over everything. “I didn’t even know a place like this existed in this city,” he said in a hushed voice.

“I didn’t either,” you responded dejectedly.

Jimin shifted his attention away from the loft back to you. He gently asked, “How did you find this place?”

You hesitated, but then you decided to say, “It belonged to my mom - I mean Celia.”

Jimin moved back to your side, eyes soft. “Celia? Did she get back in touch with you? Where is she living now if she’s selling this place?”

“No, I haven’t seen her since the last time,” you said as you quietly shook your head. “She died last year of breast cancer. I guess she didn’t have any family, Bodo was actually her boyfriend. Isn’t it ironic? I inherited everything, including this loft.”

You’ve never talked about her passing until today; not even to your dad or Bodo. You’ve also never shown anyone this place. Not because you didn’t want to, but simply because you couldn’t think of anyone who could appreciate and understand it. You didn’t know why it felt so easy to share those things with Jimin. It always used to be easy with him.

Jimin was stunned, “Bodo was her boyfriend?

“Yeah, why? He comes by from time to time to take care of this place. He’s actually a pretty nice guy.”

Suddenly Jimin bent over and burst into laughter, “Exactly! How did someone so nice end up with someone so horrible like Celia?”

You could see how it was funny. You started to laugh as well.

“Poor Bodo!” Jimin sprawled on the floor and continued laughing. A warm feeling coursed through your heart as you slowly started to see a glimpse of your old friend again.

After a while he calmed down and stared up at the beamed ceiling. “This place is really beautiful. Are you sure you want to sell it?” he asked carefully.

This place was truly beautiful, but somehow it never felt like it belonged to you in the first place. Maybe because you knew it was never intended for you. It would be a shame to let something so precious go to waste. 

You gave the boy lying on the floor a tender smile. “Does that mean you want to buy it?”

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Good Riddance #3

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Summary: There were two things life taught you. Money bought comfort, not happiness. And love was always a gateway to pain. When your former best friend Jimin suddenly returns into your life, he challenges your belief and rips open the past you tried so hard to forget.

Genre: heirs au, girl boss, e2l, angst, mutual pining, eventual smut, feat. OT7

Warnings: swearing, feels, feat. grumpy lil meow meow

Word Count: 5k

A/N: Angst and hurt and feels! The next part will be happy, promise!

Read: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | [ongoing]

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[03:09 AM] Park Jimin (Work): Are you asleep?

“Mmhello?” you answered with a muffled voice.

Jimin’s voice rang through the phone, “Are you asleep?”

You groggily checked the time and didn’t deign to answer his question. “It’s 3 am, why the hell are you calling me?!”

“I’m currently going through the bookshelves. There’s a stack Celia’s books. What do you want me to do with them?”

You were too sleepy to even get angry at him. “Mmmh don’t care, go to sleep. Mmbye,” and you hung up.

***

“So your former BFF turned nemesis suddenly showed up after 10 years, moved into your dead mom-which-I-never-knew-you-had’s house and is now calling you in the middle of the night?” Yoongi asked, leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs.

You were spending your free Sunday afternoon at your best friend’s recording studio. You met Min Yoongi a few years back at one of Jin’s press events. He was hired to produce the score for an upcoming blockbuster produced by one of Jin’s film studios. The both of you immediately hit it off, you enjoyed his dry humor while he liked your no-bullshit attitude.

You were once again grateful to have him as your friend. It was refreshing to talk to someone who didn’t know and therefore wasn’t enamored with Park Jimin.

You let out a long sigh, “Jimin’s not my nemesis, I just don’t know if I’m able to let him back into my life. And Celia’s technically not really my mom.” You were pouring your heart out just now, but you couldn’t help asking, “Why are you wearing shorts in October?”

“The A/C has been messed up since last week, it gets super hot in here,” he said, “Why? Are my sexy calves distracting you?”

You grunted a laugh.

“Okay, so your former BFF turned person-you-don’t-trust suddenly showed up after 10 years, moved into your dead adoptive-who-then-abandoned-your-family-mom’s house and is now calling you in the middle of the night,” Yoongi summarized.

“Ugh, my life sounds like a telenovela if you put it like this!” you groaned as you slapped your arms across your face.

Your friend raised his hands in defense, “Hey, I’m just summing up what you told me.”

“What do I doooo?” you lamented as you spun around in his office chair.

“Do you want him back in your life?” he asked.

The truth was you didn’t know. Your heart said yes but your brain screamed no. Something was different now between the two of you, the years apart definitely had their effect. But it didn’t make him feel foreign or uncomfortable to you. It was like moving out, then coming back home after a long time only to realize that you’ve changed, but your home would always remain your home. A place where you could find shelter and comfort and simply be yourself.

On the other hand, Jimin had proven that he was capable of burning that home down in an instance. You didn’t think you’d survive seeing it crumble to ash again.

“Did you ask him why he broke off contact and now suddenly wants to reconnect again?”

You stopped spinning and gave Yoongi a disbelieving look. “No. Why would I do that? That’s like setting myself up for rejection.”

“Why do you care so much about what he thinks? Do you want him back as your BFF? Because that spot’s taken,” Yoongi muttered.  

“Taken by whom? Jin?” you teased with a wagging brow.

Yoongi gave you a disgruntled look and turned back to his mixing board. “Fine, then go chew Jin’s ear off and get therapy from him.”

You rolled over to Yoongi and patted his arm. “I’m just kidding, don’t be such a grumpy cat.”

He stared into his screen and shrugged off your hand.

You rolled your eyes. Normally he was a very chill and steady guy, but sometimes he could be a little diva. Especially when it came to things he cared about. Like music or his friends.

“You’re my one and only. Happy?” you cooed.

He continued to ignore you.

You inched closer and tried to peek at his face, now actually worried that you hurt his feelings. “It was just a dumb joke, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.”

A mischievous grin immediately spread across his face. “Really? I heard your sister is a principal in the Fall Gala production. Can you get me backstage access to that?”

Your mind blanked for a second.

“Min Yoongi that’s not funny!” you said as you hit his shoulder. You couldn’t believe you just fell for his trick. Feeling more relieved than upset you asked, “Since when are you interested in ballet?”

Yoongi started to laugh. “Hey, I like musical expression in all its art forms!” You gave him a skeptical look. “Fine, I really want to meet the conductor. He does some brilliant shit and I really want to work with him. Please?”

You looked at your friend’s hopeful face and pretended to ponder for a long second. “Only because it’s you. You can be my plus one.”

“Awesome, it’s a date! I knew you couldn’t resist those sexy calves.”

***

It was notoriously difficult to get tickets to the Fall Gala. Every year the world’s most prestigious ballet company kicked off their highly anticipated season with a gala evening, previewing their upcoming repertoire.

Of course, it didn’t hurt that your sister was one of the principal dancers. Eri started ballet at age 3 and she never stopped even as she reached the top. An unhealthy obsession for the crafts seemed to run in the family.

What helped even more was your father’s $100,000 patronage; and this was just his yearly membership. It didn’t include donations made at fundraiser events or sometimes even randomly in between.

It was funny how a man who made his money constructing and tearing down buildings had such a high appreciation for the arts. He didn’t seem to be able to gravitate away from it. His previous wife Celia was a writer and his current wife Aveline an actress. It seemed to also rub off on his kids. Eri the graceful dancing star and her twin Endo a tortured art student.

You were the black sheep of the family, maybe it simply wasn’t in your blood. But then again you were also the only one who followed in your father’s footsteps. Not because you had to vie for his affection or were expected to carry the legacy. Your father made it abundantly clear that his only expectation to all of you was to work hard for what you wanted in life.

You found pleasure and satisfaction in closing the next unimaginable deal and working with clients who had impossible wishes but always came back for more. You built beautiful structures out of thin air. It was your way of artistry, leaving your mark on city landscapes all over the world.

It made you feel needed. It made you feel wanted.

“I hate black tie events,“ Yoongi said.

“Hey, you were the one who begged me to take you. Cheer up, you don’t look too shabby in a suit,” you complimented him as you entered the patron’s lounge of the theater.

“Why do events, where you’re required to sit for long periods of time, always try to make you dress in the most uncomfortable outfits? Movie premieres, gala evenings. Can you even breath in that?” Yoongi grumbled as he gave you a side glance.

“This is the Fall Gala. I don’t need to breathe, I only need to look good,” you said stoically. The theme of tonight was ‘Structures of Dance’. Your geometric dress was corseted with white stays and transparent panels around the waist. You envisioned yourself to look like a sleek, minimalistic, modern art piece.

“Talk to me again when your dress combusts because you took a drink,” was all he said. You wanted to laugh, but quickly had to stop as your bodice constricted your airways.

You each took a glass of wine off a waiter and took a sip. “Dress still intact.”

Yoongi snorted.

Your gaze panned throughout the room and you took in the people. Some you recognized, others you didn’t. The Gala was always an amalgamation of ballet aficionados, dance critics, press and anybody who had a name in the City. Sometimes it felt more like a who’s who rather than an appreciation for the performing arts. Your gaze landed on a familiar face across the room. You let out a small yelp.

“What?” Yoongi asked as he turned in the direction you were looking.

You quickly looked away, inconspicuously shifted behind Yoongi and said, “Nothing.”

Yoongi was about to respond as Endo suddenly popped up next to you. “Y/N did you see Jimin hyung over there? Let’s go say hi!” he said excitedly.

Great. You grimaced at your brother. “I’d rather not.”

“Jimin hyung? Yes, let’s go say hi.” An obnoxious grin formed on Yoongi’s face.

Endo grabbed your wrist and started pulling you through the crowd. “Endo let go of me. What do you think you’re…”

“Hi Jimin hyung!” Endo chirped as he reached the other side of the room.

Jimin was deep in conversation with a lady next to him. They both looked up, Jimin gave your brother a confused look. Then his eyes fell on you, he looked back at Endo and his eyes widened in surprise. “Endo? Is that you?” he asked in amazement, “Look at you, you’re so big now!”

Endo gave Jimin a happy smile. “I immediately recognized you! Y/N didn’t want to even…”

You ribbed your brother and cut in, “That’s enough.”

You really didn’t want to small talk with Jimin tonight. Endo scowled at you.

“Sorry if we interrupted your conversation, my brother gets overexcited sometimes. Endo we should go find Ave and dad.” You turned around to leave and ran straight into Yoongi.

“Careful there, Y/N,” he said as he steadied you. His shit-eating grin grew impossibly wider in the time he crossed the room.

“It’s alright, stay,” Jimin said from behind you.

Shit, too slow.

You turned back around and saw that he was eyeing Yoongi and you with a peculiar look. “I was just chatting with Marlene about Eri. Her performance was amazing.”

The lady, Marlene, glanced curiously at you. Something about the way she looked irked you.

In that moment Yoongi decided to jump in between and he held out his hand to Jimin. You’ve never seen him this enthusiastic unless when it came to music. You silently groaned and took a drink from your glass of wine. This situation required alcohol.

“Ah the infamous Jimin, great to finally meet you. I’m…”

“Let me guess. Gucci Boy?” Jimin asked.

You choked on your drink.

Yoongi’s brows shot up in the air. “You know about Gucci Boy?” His head turned towards you. “He knows about Gucci Boy?”

You were still coughing; it didn’t help that your stays pushed painfully against your ribs every time your lungs wheezed.

“Kim Taehyung? Y/N, why didn’t you invite Taehyung tonight?” Endo interjected as he carelessly clapped your back.

What was wrong with all of them?

Once you managed to get your breathing back under control you retorted, “Why would I invite Taehyung?”

“Did you see how ingenious the set design is? His great artistic eye would’ve totally appreciated the stark contrast of the sharp architectural elements against the fluid lines of the human body! What kind of a girlfriend are you?” Endo complained.

“How many times do I have to tell you - I’m not his girlfriend! If you’re that in love with Taehyung, you could’ve asked him yourself!” you snapped.

In that moment Marlene suddenly spoke up, “Kim Taehyung? As in the head curator of the Cypher Galleries?”

Endo blinked at her in surprise. “You know him?” he asked eagerly, “Isn’t he one of the best curators of the contemporary world? His last few exhibitions were unmatched! He has a knack for finding raw talents and making them shine!”

Ever since Endo discovered that you were seeing Taehyung, he couldn’t shut up about him without getting heart-eyed. But then again, Endo got heart-eyed about almost anything that was related to impressionistic or contemporary art.

The gong rang, announcing the end of the intermission.

“Shit. I need to go make a pit stop,” Yoongi cursed. He quickly grabbed Jimin’s hand and gave it a shake. “Min Yoongi, producer, BFF. Don’t even think about it.” Then he turned to you and said, “I’ll meet you back at the seats.” He hurried past the crowd out of the lounge.

Endo and Marlene were walking slowly in front of you, chatting happily about Taehyung and their favorite artists.

“Your friend Yoongi is a character. Infamous, huh?” Jimin asked as he walked next to you towards the doors.

You gave him a glower. Shut up.

Jimin laughed.

“Is your dress inspired by Calatrava?” he asked as he gave you a once-over.

You were surprised he knew and told him such.

“It’s not difficult to guess, considering the theme of tonight,” he said with another chuckle, “It looks good on you.” He reached out a finger in fascination and traced along one of your stays.

A jolt ran through your body. You shifted subtly and quickly changed the topic. “Are you here alone tonight?”

“My parents are here. My mother’s pretty upset, she’s been looking forward to this evening for quite a while but Jihyun couldn’t attend since he’s at a conference. I asked Marlene to come along, so I didn’t have to endure her gloom all on my own.”

You decidedly ignored the slight twinge you felt as he mentioned Marlene. “What a filial son you are.”

Jimin gave you a tight smile. This time he changed the subject, “You keep on ignoring my calls.”

“And you keep on texting and calling me in the middle of the night. I gave you my number for work. Not so you can haul me awake every night. Tell me, do you have some vendetta against sleep?”

“I don’t have time to go through the loft during the day. I usually can’t fall asleep anyway, so I might as well keep busy,” Jimin said.

You frowned slightly, “I told you I can just hire someone to clear everything out.”

Jimin shook his head, “It’s relaxing, Celia has some really interesting stuff. Maybe this way I can help you unravel her.”

You stopped in your tracks. Your voice was eerily calm when you asked, “Why would I want to unravel her?”

“I thought you always wanted to understand her. Her thoughts, what moved her, what she wanted out of life,” he said.

Why was he doing this to you? You’ve closed that chapter of your life a long time ago. Why was this boy so determined to tug on every single seam that kept you sane and together?

“Well you thought wrong. I don’t care about her anymore. Stop digging, I don’t need your help,” you said in a glacial tone.

You reached the staircase which led up to your mezzanine seats.

Before Jimin could respond Endo turned around and said, “Hyung we have to go up here. Do you want to come backstage later? I’m sure Eri would be super happy to see you!”

Jimin gave you an unreadable look, you avoided his gaze and found interest in the ornamental carvings of the staircase banister. He turned back to Endo and gave him a carefree smile, “Sure, sounds fun. See you later. Let’s go Marlene.”

He held out his arm. Marlene linked her arm through his and they both disappeared in the crowd, leaving you with nothing but a bitter taste in your mouth and a hollow feeling in your heart.

***

She disappeared in the crowd.

You met Celia the first time perchance at the movie theater. Jimin dragged you into the gazillionth installment of his favorite superhero franchise. Although you diligently accompanied him to each new release, you still had no clue what it was about. You mainly just agreed so he would stop whining to you about being a bad friend.

And because he promised you popcorn and drinks, of course.

You were at the restroom during intermission when a lady walked up to the sink next to you. At first you didn’t pay her any thought, but as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail you immediately recognized her face from the pictures stashed in your nightstand.  

Your heart raced. She lived here in this city? Why didn’t your dad ever tell you?

“Celia?” you asked tentatively.

The lady looked up confused. “Excuse me?”

You gathered your courage and asked again, “Are you Celia Son? I’m Y/N.”

You thought a flash of recognition crossed her face, but you seemed to be mistaken. Her next words made your heart sink. “Sorry, but I think you’ve got the wrong person.” She gave herself one last look in the mirror and walked out.

“Can you believe that ending? That was mind-blowing!” Jimin gushed, “Aren’t you glad I convinced you to see it? Y/N are you even listening to me?”

You were still deep in thought when your friend poked you in the side. “Ouch that hurt!”

“You’re not even paying attention to me! Am I joke to you? I want my popcorn back!” Jimin pouted.

You looked at your best friend. You loved him to death, but sometimes he was a handful to deal with. He was like a fickle flower, always in need of love and attention.

“Chims, do you mind going home first? I want to stay here for a bit longer,” you asked.

Jimin looked confused, “Why? Do you want to go see a different movie? Look, I know superhero stuff isn’t really your jam. If you want, we can go watch something else.”

“No, I think I saw someone I know earlier, and I just want to be sure. I saw her go into that French artsy film, so I’ll probably just wait here for another half an hour,” you said in a quiet voice.

You sounded down. Jimin hid his concern and gave you a cheerful smile instead, “Okay I can stay and wait with you. I don’t want to go home anyway. My mother’s just gonna nag me about college again.”

You gave Jimin a grateful smile. He never pushed or prodded. He knew that if you wanted to tell him you would. It burst out of you sooner or later anyway.

After a while the film ended, and the lady exited the theater.

You immediately walked up to her. “Excuse me. Why did deny you were Celia earlier?” You held up your phone and showed her a picture of her most recent book tour. It was unmistakably her. Your memory, even her old photographs, didn’t betray you.

Celia sighed and gave you a tired look, “What do you want from me? You know that you’re making me uncomfortable following me around like this, right?”

You swallowed your disappointment, maybe she was just surprised. You did just ambush her. “I just wanted to talk. Could we maybe meet up sometime and talk?” You could tell she was wary. “Just once,” you added.

Celia gave you a measured look, “Fine, once. But that’s it, okay?”

You nodded eagerly. You were sure once she got to know you, she would warm up. Which mother didn’t want to know about their daughter?

You met up the next weekend at a coffee shop on one of the main shopping streets. You changed your outfit several times before you decided on a simple blue summer dress. You didn’t want to seem sloppy but also not too put together.

According to your dad the main reason they divorced was because she didn’t cope well with the restrictions and scrutiny of his social circle. You couldn’t really understand her antipathy. Regardless, you didn’t want her to think that you were just a rich, spoiled brat.

Celia was already waiting at a table as you entered the shop.

“Hi, thanks for meeting up with me,” you said shyly.

Celia gave you a nod and asked, “Do you want anything to drink?”

You both ordered your drinks. An awkward silence settled.

“So what did you want to talk about?” Celia asked.

“I just wanted to get to know you. All I have are some old photographs and a few sparse stories dad told me. I don’t even know how I should call you. Mom? Celia?” you asked, excitement bubbling up inside of you.

Celia winced as you called her ‘mom’.

Her voice sounded detached when she said, “Look, Y/N I’m sure you’re a really nice girl and all that, but I think I should tell you this before you get the wrong idea. I’m not your mother. I never wanted to be your mother.”

Your insides turned to stone. “What do you mean? But then why did you adopt me?”

Celia let out a tired sigh, “Your father really wanted children. I couldn’t have any, so we decided to adopt. I was young and in love. But then I became more and more unhappy and depressed; it took me a while to realize that I actually never wanted to be his wife or to be your mother. So I left. It was anyway your father who wanted you in the first place.”

Your mind grappled with what she just said. You were too perplexed to comprehend anything that was going on.

“I just want to make this clear, before you get your hopes up about something that’s never going to happen,” Celia continued.

Too late.

You found your voice again, “Ok, I mean it’s your life. So I guess I respect your decision.” You’ve wondered about her all your life. You were grasping for straws, trying to find a way to keep her. “If you don’t want to be my mother, maybe we can just be friends?”

Celia started to get annoyed. “See this is why I should’ve never agreed to see you. I clearly told your father to leave me out of everything. I don’t even want to be your friend. I never wanted you, please leave me alone. You seem to be a smart girl, please get that in your head,” she said without an ounce of compassion.

Hurt, anger, shock, confusion, all different kinds of emotions wreaked havoc inside of you.

“I think it’s best if we end this here. Drinks are on me. Let’s be strangers the next time we run into each other. Let’s hope we don’t,” she said and left.

You sat there flabbergasted. You were dumbfounded for a second until you managed to gather your thoughts and feelings. Anger won and you ran after her to give her a piece of your mind.

As you reached the door you realized that she had disappeared in the crowd.

This was the last time you ever saw her.

***

The show was over, and you all found yourself crammed in Eri’s dressing room. Yoongi ran off as soon as he laid eyes on the conductor and was nowhere to be found. You were secretly glad Yoongi wasn’t around, it was unbearably tight and stuffy with the six of you in this tiny space, which resembled more a flower shop than a dressing room at the moment.

“Honey, you were absolutely stunning tonight!” Aveline said as she hugged and kissed her daughter in delight.

Eri beamed at her mother, “Thanks mom! I thought I was going to die by the time we reached the pas de deux.”

Your dad let out a hearty laugh, “It was beautiful. You are a pro, none of us noticed.”

“That’s because Seth carried her fat ass through it,” your brother piped from your right.

Eri threw a bouquet at her twin, missing you by an inch. Endo ducked just in time. This room was really too small for them to play cat-and-mouse. You were starting to get light-headed.

“I hope those weren’t the flowers I sent you,” Jimin laughed from your left.

Eri’s cheeks flushed. “Jimin oppa! No, they’re right here! I would never throw your precious flower at that moron,” Eri said as she pointed at a giant bouquet of lavender roses and glared at her brother.

“Eri, Endo.” Aveline chided.

“Jimin hyung, where’s your lady friend? I told her I’d look up the name of the sculpture exhibition that’s starting next week,” Endo asked cheerfully, as if his sister didn’t just try to behead him with a bunch of calla lilies a few seconds earlier.

“Marlene? She had to leave right after the show. She told me to send you her regards.”

Aveline turned to Jimin with a wide smile, “Thanks so much for gifting such lovely flowers and also for stopping by. It’s so great to see you again Jimin. I can’t believe it’s been 10 years! You’ve grown into such a handsome young man!”

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I still remember when we used to go see Eri at her 6th grade Nutcracker performance. Y/N and I used to boo in the back whenever another girl came on. You’ve come a long way.” Jimin gave Eri a bright smile.

Eri’s face turned red as a tomato.

You saw how Aveline’s eyes sparkled with joy and love as she gave her daughter another proud squeeze, “This brings back memories! Do you remember when you sprained your ankle the week before and…”

You started to feel dizzy, this room really didn’t have enough oxygen and your dress was definitely not helping the matter.

“I’ll be back in a sec,” you mumbled. Your family was busy reliving Eri’s old school performances, so none of them noticed as you slipped out the door. You rushed past dancers and theater staff in a hurry to reach the back door.

A gust of cold air hit your face as you exited the theater. You immediately slipped down onto the sidewalk and put your head between your knees. Your lungs struggled against your corset as they tried to get fresh air into your body.

I never wanted you, please leave me alone.

Your chest heaved painfully as you hyperventilated.

Suddenly a warm hand touched your back.

“Hey, are you alright?” a panicked voice asked, “Y/N can you hear me?”

Somewhere in the back of your mind you registered that Jimin was talking to you, but all you could do was sob and gasp for air.

“Y/N listen to me. I’m going to open your dress so you can breathe properly, okay?” He took off his suit jacket and draped it over your shoulders before he reached behind your back and unzipped the top part of your dress.

Your lungs expanded in a gasp. His hand remained against your skin as he made slow, soothing strokes against your back. “Slow down, follow the rhythm of my hand. In, out, in, out.”

You concentrated on his touch and tried to match your breathing to it.

Your breathing slowly started to calm down.

After a while Jimin gently asked, “Are you alright?”

Something about his words, about tonight, broke a dam within you and you started to sob. It almost felt like all the tears and all the emotions that you had bottled up in the past decade came pouring out all at once.

Jimin pulled you into a tight embrace as you cried against his neck.

“I’m right here,” was all he said as he continued to stroke your back.

You continued to weep into him, “Why did she die just like that? Why does she get to do say all those terrible things and just die like that? Why do I still care about a woman who clearly didn’t give a fuck about me?”

Jimin pulled you a bit closer. “Forget her. You don’t need her. You have your family. You have me.”

Somehow this just made you sob even harder. “I love my family, but it’s not fair. Why do Eri and Endo get to have so much love in life and I get nothing?” You felt horrible saying that, but your mind was too far gone to control your blabbering mouth.

“That’s not true, your family loves you. Everyone loves you. I love you. You just have to open your heart to receive that love,” Jimin murmured against your hair.

You clung onto him as you tried to regain control over yourself. “Everyone I care about leaves me. You left me.”

There it was, the unspoken truth. All out in the open.

Exhaustion washed over you.

You felt exhausted pretending everything was fine. You felt exhausted pretending it didn’t hurt when the woman, whom you perceived to be your mother, carelessly threw you away like you were a puppy she got on Christmas morning which after the holidays she realized she didn’t want anymore. You felt exhausted pretending you didn’t care about the boy who held you in his arms like his life depended on it.

“I’m right here. I’m not going to leave you. I promise,” Jimin whispered softly.

Your heart was torn. You wanted nothing more than to fall into his embrace and believe his words, but you also remembered how much it hurt. He threw you away like you were nothing, just like Celia.

Jimin could feel you didn’t believe him. He knew when he returned that you weren’t going to let him back into your life that easily. He knew he hurt you when he deliberately said those words that night. But it didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try.

“I’m right here. I’m sorry,” he repeated like a fervent prayer into the night.

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19/04/20

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Girl can i just say that im so in fucking love with your jimin latest story i cant wait for the next part!!! ily bye

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Good Riddance #4

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Summary: There were two things life taught you. Money bought comfort, not happiness. And love was always a gateway to pain. When your former best friend Jimin suddenly returns into your life, he challenges your belief and rips open the past you tried so hard to forget.

Genre: heirs au, girl boss, e2l, angst, mutual pining, smut, feat. OT7

Warnings: smut feat. sexy Tae, swearing, your heartstrings will be pulled

Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: This whole part is just delving into their characters and relationship dynamic. My poor heart can’t take it.

Read: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | [ongoing]

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Taehyung pounded you into his mattress. Your hands grabbed his ass and your legs tightened around his waist like a vice. Drops of his sweat smeared against your slippery skin as he thrusted harder into your core. An obscene noise left your mouth when he hit a particularly good spot. He responded with a guttural groan of his own.

“Ta-ae, let’s end this,” you moaned as his tongue skillfully sucked and teased your sensitive nipple.

His thrusts slowed before he completely stilled.

“Let’s stop this after tonight,” you said, panting. A sharp pain ran through you as he bit down on your flesh.

He lifted his head off your breast and shifted his body. His hard cock grazed against your walls and elicited another sensual moan from your lips.

Dark eyes met yours. Taehyung’s hair stuck out in all directions. You pushed aside the strands which were stuck against his sweaty forehead. Bedroom-Taehyung was your favorite - feral, insatiable and always down for the ride. It was the Taehyung you knew best.

Not due to lack of trying on his side. He tried to be Lover-Taehyung by sending you flowers to the office, or Boyfriend-Taehyung by inviting you to his gallery opening which turned out to be a poorly masked date. All it resulted in was a huge fight in his back-office, you angrily throwing the roses in his face and threatening him with no sex before sucking him off until his knees gave out. Bedroom-Taehyung was the only Taehyung you let into your life. He never voiced another complaint after his disastrous date attempt.

“Are we really going to have this conversation right now?” he asked you doubtfully.

“And when,” you said with a raised eyebrow, “would be a better time?”

Taehyung grunted in disbelief. “Maybe when I’m not balls-deep inside you?”

“You’re always balls-deep inside me,” you said casually, as if discussing the weather.

And whose fault was that? Taehyung knew better than to ask that question out loud. Sometimes he hated you a little bit. Hated how you played him like a fiddle and how he let himself be played. You were very clear since the beginning, he only had himself to blame. If only you didn’t feel so good around him and look so pretty spread underneath him.

“Tonight’s the last time,” you repeated.

Taehyung grunted.

“Make it count,” you said.

Taehyung started his thrusting again.

***

“We’ve received the alteration permit and I’ve already sent through our latest architectural refinements. The building has a very good foundation, so we will be reusing most of it - hollowing it out and changing the façade. If you approve of the new proposal my team has provided, we can start our work before end of the month. Construction work on the top floors will start in the new year,” you said.

Jimin’s assistant, Jungkook, let out a whistle. “You already have the permit?”

“Thanks to the excellent prep work you have done, filing for the permit was fairly easy,” you affirmed.

“Our planning is very meticulous, but I don’t think I’ve ever heard of such a quick approval turnover. At least not in this city,” Jungkook said, impressed.

Jimin folded his arms and clicked his tongue, “Jungkook, close your mouth before you catch a fly.” Jungkook snapped his mouth shut.

A small smile played around your lips. “Mr. Jeon, you pay us a lot of money to stay on track and I think Mr. Park has made it very clear both verbally as well as legally that he won’t tolerate failure. I think you’ll understand if I prefer to stay ahead of the game.”

Ren, your development analyst, chimed in, “I’ve updated the financial model, risks and cost forecast accordingly. Would you like me to walk you through it?”

“That’s alright, I’m sure it’s great as always. Please send it through to Mr. Jung and he’ll get in touch with you. Y/N, how about you tell me more about the latest proposal?” Jimin said.

This was what meetings with Jimin were like. The disparity in his treatment was clear to everyone. In the beginning it was pretty awkward, especially for the other meeting attendees. Your few selected team members quickly got used to it. Jungkook never once batted an eye at his boss’s eclectic behavior. Hoseok basically thought you were all friends by now anyway. Everyone seemed fine with how casually he treated you – everyone except for you. This was still your work for fuck’s sake, and he was still your fucking client.

Truth be told you didn’t know what Jimin was to you. With every passing day the lines blurred more and more.

The morning after the Gala he gave you call. You debated for a moment whether you really wanted to talk to him, but in the end, you knew that avoiding him was only a temporary although tempting solution.

“I found this really nice coffee shop close to your place,” he said by way of greeting.

“This is why you’re calling me?” you asked, surprised.

“Come down, let’s have breakfast there.”

After your breakdown you’ve decided that fending off Jimin was futile. He was a force of nature, a tidal wave that inevitably washed up your beach of life no matter how much you resisted. You just had to make sure he didn’t take too much of yourself with him when he one day decided to ebb away again.

This was how it started. Whenever the both of you had time he would drop by early in the morning and take you out for breakfast. You’d mention waffles and he’d take you to that dingy joint on the corner of the park. You’d mention eggs Benedict and he’d get you private morning access to one of his hotel’s rooftop restaurants. Every time a new place to discover, every time new foods to explore.

It reminded you of the old days when you used to meet up bright and early at the diner close to your school and scarf down a breakfast sandwich together. It wasn’t even a great sandwich; it was incredibly greasy and usually slightly burnt. The heaviness of it subsequently caused you to fall into a food coma for the first two periods of school. Still, you enjoyed the alone time you had where you could chat about everything and nothing.

Even now your conversation flowed naturally and didn’t stop. You still chatted about everything, but nothing of consequence. You talked about work, your siblings, what Namjoon was up to, who you met at last weekend’s dinner party. He talked about his ideas for the project, the last book he read, his cleanup work in the loft, the botanical exhibition he visited recently.

It was as if an invisible line was drawn around the topics that mattered most. You and him.

The time you spent together was comforting yet odd. Every now and then when you secretly observed him, you got lost in thought and wished for your past to have been different. What would have happened if you would have remained friends?

“How about I show you?” you said and got up from your seat. You walked to the corner of your office and rolled over a small table. Something bulky sat on top, hidden underneath a large cloth. You carefully removed the cloth and unveiled a to-scale model of Gaea.

Jungkook let out a small gasp. Jimin immediately sprang out of his seat, walked up to the model and eyed it with reverence.

“Why are you so astonished? This was your idea,” you said, taking in his wide eyes.

“It’s different, imagining it in my head for so long and now finally seeing it come to live. Look at those tiny trees,” he said in excitement

Older Jimin sometimes made you forget that deep down in his heart he was still a geek. “Technically, it’s not come to live yet. It’s just a 1:100 scale model,” you said with a matter-of-fact voice.

Jimin tore his eyes away from the model and stared at you. “You really don’t have any sentimental streak, do you?”

You crossed your arms and shrugged. “If you were any other client, I’d tell you to envision yourself walking through the hallways and sell you on the idea of loving your building. But since you’re already completely besotted, I’ll be honest with you. It’s a model. I agree, it’s a really beautiful model, but I see them all the time.”

“You really know how to kill the buzz,” he grumbled while he continued to inspect the building.

“Fine, you want me to be sentimental? Consider it a gift from me to you,” you said, “Where do you want me to send it to?”

His attention snapped back to you, eyes glittering like a kid in a toy store. “Really?” he asked eagerly, “Send it to the loft.”

***

The day left you completely drained. Work was exhausting, but people were even more exhausting.

You entered your kitchen and found Aveline fixing herself a tea.

“Hi honey, how was your day?” she asked, “Did you have dinner already?”

“Yeah, I ate at the office,” you said, ripping open one cupboard after another.

Aveline padded across the kitchen into the pantry and came back with a vase a moment later. “Peonies are some of my favorite flowers.”

You looked down at the bouquet in your arms. They were sent through to your office this afternoon with a little card.

I hope you find what you want. – Tae

***

Taehyung was not an early riser, his work didn’t necessitate it, but this morning he got up with you and was adamant to at least feed you coffee before you left. You sat quietly at his kitchen counter and sipped your morning life force while his pencil scratched against his notebook paper. He often sketched random objects or people, sometimes even you. You didn’t really mind as long as you didn’t have to see it.

“Is it because of your friend?” he asked into the morning tranquility.

“Excuse me?”

He continued sketching without looking up. “Endo told me that this old friend of yours returned and that you guys have breakfast every now and then.”

Endo that little snitch. You had to have a chat with your brother about randomly spouting your personal information to everyone.

Nevertheless, you earnestly deliberated Taehyung’s question. After a long while you said, “No, it’s not because of him. You know this would’ve happened sooner or later.”

“But it can happen later rather than sooner,” he responded unperturbed.

“Is this really what you want?” you asked, “Trust me, I’m not the person you want.”

Taehyung peered up from behind his glasses. “And how do you know what I want?”

You looked back at him. You’ve always liked Taehyung. He respected your boundaries and remained easy-going and not clingy despite his natural desire to do otherwise. You appreciated his work ethic and enjoyed his creative eye - he really was a great guy. Just not for you. “I don’t. But I know what I don’t want.”

***

Aveline came up next to your side and ripped you out of your reverie. “Do you want me to trim and arrange them for you?”

“Sure,” you handed her the bouquet, walked to the fridge and poured yourself a glass of Sauvignon Blanc.

She untied the wrapping, carefully laid out the flowers and trimmed the stems one by one. “Do you know what peonies stand for? Good luck and prosperity. Maybe it’s a good omen that your Park project will run smoothly.”

“Hmm, if you believe in that stuff. I believe hard work and skill will make it run smoothly,” you said with a shrug.

“You sound just like your dad,” she said with a smile. “Can you free up your calendar next Tuesday evening?” she asked as she filled the vase with water.

“Why?”

“We’re invited for dinner. It’s the only day that works for all of us before I have to leave for my next project.”

Your father and Aveline regularly had dinner with the Parks. Sometimes Endo and Eri joined as well. You were always busy, especially when it was hosted at their house. “I already have plans,” you said.

“Mr. Park requested for you to join. He wants to hear how things are going,” Aveline said.

“He can just ask his son how things are going.”

Your stepmother gave you a sympathetic look, “I know you don’t like to go there, but I don’t think you’re left much wiggle room this time. He wants to hear it first-hand from you. You know he’s fond of you.”

You emptied your glass of wine, grabbed the arranged flower vase and headed for the door. “Fine, I’ll shift things around.”

“Thanks sweetie. Don’t work too long, sleep well!” Aveline called after you.

“Good night, Ave,” you said and left.

***

The elevator opened its doors to the Park penthouse foyer. You have seen a lot of different housing in your lifetime, but entering this apartment always reminded you that some people had wealth, other people had taste - the Parks had both.

Endless marble spread out in front of you, intricate plasterwork decorated the walls, cornices and ceilings. The view of the city skyline was the only indication that you were in fact still on the 21st floor of this historical building and not in a French villa along the Riviera. The very traditional framework was brilliantly offset by its contemporary coloring and modern furnishing.

Plenty of things changed in the years you’ve stayed away, but the essence remained the same. The interior exuded extravagance but held its balance to never tip into pompousness. Everything was purposefully selected to play its perfect little role in its perfect little place. Although you’ve always highly admired the elegance, you still believed it must be stifling to live here.

Dinner could have been a casual affair if Mrs. Park would have allowed it. To no one’s surprise she went all out and planned a full-course meal. More surprising was the fact that Jihyun and Jimin were both in attendance tonight. It felt rather like a formal reunion than a relaxed evening amongst families and friends. The only person missing was Eri due to her performance schedule.

“Y/N I’m so glad you are finally visiting us again!” Mrs. Park remarked over her Jerusalem artichoke soup, “I thought you had forgotten about us! I was really heartbroken; you know I consider you like my own.”

“I feel like I’m being scolded for being a negligent daughter right now.” You had to smile into your soup. Jimin clearly inherited his theatric side from his mother. “Didn’t you tell me the other night at Mr. Kim’s birthday party that I’m your favorite person?”

“That’s not the same!” Mrs. Park exclaimed, “But of course, you’ll always be my favorite.” She gave you a covert wink.

“That’s because Y/N noona is the only one who actually has the patience to listen to you talk,” Jihyun coughed.

His mother gave him an irritated look. “See, this is why I need you here more often. You’re the only one who’s nice to me. Look at my two sons. Nothing but trouble for my poor heart!”

Jihyun groaned, “Mom I’m here tonight, aren’t I? How many times do I have to apologies for missing the Fall Gala? It was a really important conference and I was a keynote speaker. It’s been months now!”

“There, there. I’m sure she just wanted to show off the both you now that your brother is back,” your father interrupted with a laugh and a gentle squeeze on Jihyun’s shoulder, “Mijeong, you really should cut the boy some slack. He’s doing meaningful work and he excels at it. He’ll probably soon find a cure for cancer at the rate he’s going.”

Jimin was remarkably quiet next to you. There was a tenseness in his posture that you noticed as soon as you stepped foot into this apartment. It didn’t go away, even as you sat down for dinner. You wondered if something happened between him and his family.

Mrs. Park let out a dramatic sigh and looked at her husband, “Sometimes I wish we had a daughter. I’ll never be able to have mother-daughter moments or dress her in a beautiful wedding dress. I’ll just have to vicariously live through you Y/N. When are you planning on getting married?”

You almost choked on a piece of seared scallop.

“Not any time soon,” you said with a forced composure, “Why are you asking?”

“Endo mentioned last time that you were seeing this really renowned art director.”

Your brother evaded your brief glance. He knew he was dead meat once you left this place. You really had to teach him a lesson on privacy.

“Not anymore. We ended it recently.”

“Well don’t worry dear, I’m sure you’ll find Mr. Right in no time,” she said, patting your hand. She thought you were heartbroken and in need of comforting. You didn’t bother to correct her. “A lady like you should aim for bigger fish anyway. There are better and more successful men out there.”

These kinds of values were very common in your circles. The ladies of high society spouted them left and right. Many of your peers got lulled into these beliefs or couldn’t withstand the pressure, you enjoyed the discourse they created. These discussions usually showed you pretty fast who had any form of intellectual capacity, albeit differing opinions. You gave Mrs. Park a smile and responded sweetly, “A woman like me should aim for a lot more than just marrying rich. It would be a waste of my talents and accomplishments.”

A deathly silence fell across the dinner table.

Maybe you went too far this time.

Then a low rumbling laugh rolled across the room. Mrs. Park joined in with her husband.

“I’ve always liked your spunk,” Mr. Park said, “Nothing’s better than some ruffled feathers. Especially when it comes to business. My boy should’ve learned some of that in all the time he dogged after you. I would’ve hoped at least the time away would’ve done him some good.”

In the corner of your eyes you noticed Jimin stiffen.

You laughed away his remark and said, “Oh, I’m sure Jimin is doing just alright. He’s been giving me a run for my money.”

Mr. Park regarded his son with a measured look. You knew that look all too well from your childhood, but the true meaning of it only started to become clear to you now. Jimin kept his face carefully blank and his gaze trained on his food as he continued eating. Realization dawned on you and a small seed of sadness rooted itself in your heart.

“I’ll put my confidence in you that you’ll keep my son in check and turn our endeavor into a success,” Mr. Park said with a grim smile, “I don’t want to regret my decision and for this to drive a wedge between our families.”

You hid the cold shower that went down your spine and flashed Mr. Park you brightest winning smile, “Don’t worry sir, it will be a success. You can count on me.”

***

Mrs. Park insisted on Jimin touring you around the penthouse and getting your ‘professional’ opinion on her interior design. The rest of your families dispersed into small groups and private conversations.

Murky moonlight spilled in from the skylight above you as you both walked down the hallway. Jimin didn’t bother to turn on the lights. You simply held onto his arm and followed him through the night.

“I didn’t expect you to be here tonight,” you said. Neither of you mentioned the dinner over your breakfast pizza this morning.

“I didn’t expect to be here tonight either,” Jimin replied, “I had a meeting with my father, he asked me to stay for dinner.”

A strange silence permeated the darkness. Although you never talked about anything of importance, silence was nothing that fell between the two of you unless intended.

You searched for something to say that would break Jimin’s tension. “I want to see your room or did your mom already transform it into a closet?”

Jimin snorted at your comment, “No it’s still intact. Miraculously she decided against redecorating our bedrooms. I don’t think Jihyun would’ve cared.” He reached for the door to his left and swung it open.

Blindly you crossed the room and flipped on his desk lamp. A warm, dim light flooded a small corner of the spacious room. It still looked the same.

“And you? Would you have cared?” you asked as you walked around and examined his bookshelves. You pulled out a dog-eared, beaten up paperback copy of The Name of the Wind. You remembered how he spent the entire first half of sophomore year carrying around this book, crushing on Denna. You had to talk him down not once, but twice not to tattoo her name on his body.

Jimin remained in the doorway, his watchful eyes following your movements. “Probably a bit more than my brother. I don’t really care about the room, but I would’ve cared if she threw out my belongings. I have to move that to my place.” He pointed at the picture you were now holding in your hands.

It was a photograph of your graduation day. The day before he suddenly left. In the picture your arms were around each other’s shoulders and your faces radiated joy. You didn’t even know he had this picture. The little seed of sadness started to grow vines and constrict your heart.

“What happened?” you asked in a quiet voice.

“What do you mean?”

You looked up from the photograph and at his leaning figure in the doorframe. Maybe the dimness made you brave. You toed the invisible line. “What happened to us? We used to be friends.” Best friends.

Jimin straightened himself up and walked a few steps closer to you. “And now we’re not anymore?”

Why was he never answering your questions? Why did he leave you? Why was he back in your life?

“No, we’re not. I don’t know what we are, but we are not friends like we used to be.” You put the photograph back in its place amongst its many companions. “Show me the library. Your mom wanted me to see her new Dutch CMYK lighting fixture.” You walked past him out the door and headed towards the library.

The library has always been your favorite room in this house. A wide window front opened up to the twinkling lights of the city. Two stories of shelves lined the walls, occasionally interrupted by a large fireplace or a stunning and probably very expensive piece of art. The middle of the room was fitted with a comfortable seating area and above the sofas and chairs loomed Mrs. Park’s prized light fixture. Aside from Jimin’s bedroom, this has always been the most hospitable room in this place.

“Are you angry?” Jimin asked from behind you into the dark. Neither of you were inclined to drench this room in CMYK.

“No. I’m sad,” you said, looking out into the night.

“What do you want me to say?” he asked dejectedly.

You turned around and looked at the man who stood before you and tried to reconcile him with the boy you saw in the picture just a moment ago. He was still your Jimin, but at the same time he wasn’t. “Why did you leave me? Why did you say those things to me?” You wanted to keep calm, but the accusations were clear even to your own ears.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice coarse.

“You said that already.”

Jimin has always been easy to read. He laughed when he was happy, cried when he was sad. He loved easily and unlike you, freely showed his love. It was why he effortlessly wiggled his way into your heart. You always used to know where you stood with him and never had to wonder. He used to seem so carefree. He had a family where he belonged, and his life was set out for success. But maybe you were wrong, maybe he wasn’t as much of an open book as you thought.

You closed the distance and put a hand on his cheek. It was warm and soft.

“Was it your father?” you whispered.

You felt a tear roll across your fingertips. Why did you never see that he struggled? As much as Jimin loved, he wanted to be loved back. He wanted to appease and be perfect for everyone.

Life wasn’t perfect and not everyone’s opinion mattered - you could’ve told him that.

“I can’t blame him, it was my choice,” his voice broke, “I decided to leave. I said those words to you. I knowingly hurt you.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” you asked as you gently brushed away his tears.

Jimin gripped your hand with his like it was a lifeline. “Because you wouldn’t have stayed away. You are my best friend, why should you have stayed away?” he said with a shaky breath, “You’re stubborn as hell. Do you know how shocked I was when you suddenly showed up on my doorstep halfway across the world? I panicked, I knew if I didn’t shut you down, I would break and beg my father to go back.”

“And now? How do I trust you now?” you questioned, your thumb stroking across his cheek as if it would uncover an easy answer hidden underneath his skin. You heart ached, knowing that easy was just wishful thinking.

He slowly moved your hand away from his face and laced his fingers through yours.

“You don’t. Only time will tell.” He looked down at your hands. “I’m not going to fool myself and think my actions don’t have consequences.”

“Don’t you think friendship requires trust?”

Wistful eyes met your own. “I’m not going to leave you again. That’s the best I can do.”

Your heart squeezed painfully at his words. You wanted to ease his anguish, but you couldn’t. Not yet.

Jimin saw your hesitance. You rarely let anyone in or accepted affection. Even if you always considered yourself a misfit, he had never seen anyone who fit in better than you. Everyone adored you even though you always remained sharp-tongued and true to yourself. You were stubborn and talented and fierce. You pushed through everything and anything and people melted away for you as if they were butter. He never understood why he couldn’t convince you of the truth, how you didn’t see that he was the one who adored and melted for you the most.

He grabbed your second hand and laced through it as well. “I miss you so much. I didn’t know how much I missed you until I saw you again at Namjoon hyung’s party. It felt like I was drowning and I finally realized I needed air. I know you hate me. I know it will take time. It’s alright,” he said in a small voice.

How could he believe you hated him? You sacrificed hours of your precious sleep to have breakfast with him at the crack of dawn. You were standing here opening up your carefully guarded heart with your hands intertwined in his. Your senses were alight. Everything around you in this dark library screamed Jimin.

“Is this why you gave me the assignment? Because you missed me?” you asked.

Jimin was momentarily perplexed. Then he let out a dry chuckle, “You really know how to kill a moment.”

“We were having a moment?”

His shocked expression was comical until he made out your teasing grin. “You’re so mean,” he laughed.

“Is this why you gave me the assignment?” you asked again in a more serious tone.

His laughter stopped as he took in your resolute look. You really weren’t joking. “No. Of course not. I would never insult you like this. I already told you why we gave you the assignment. Do you really think I could’ve convinced my father and your father with an ‘I missed you’?”

You let out a breath of relief. “Good, because if you did, I don’t think I could ever be friends with you again. That would have been the stupidest move ever, to throw out $730 million based on emotions.”

“Wow, I don’t know if I should feel offended or not right now,” Jimin said, “But since you have now confirmed that I’m a sane human being with a sane sense of business, does that mean you want try to be friends again?”

It was difficult to discern his eyes in the dark, but his tone gave away his hopeful face.

“Isn’t that what we’ve been trying for the past few weeks?” you asked and squeezed his hands slightly, “Do you really think we can go back to how it used to be? We’ve both changed, it’s not the same anymore.”

Jimin returned your squeeze and replied, “We don’t have to go back to how it used to be. I don’t care if it’s different. All I want is you back in my life. That’s enough for me.”

“That’s a lot to ask for,” you said. Jimin’s face faltered. “I don’t think we can go back to being friends.”

You felt him go still as stone.

“Y/N please…I-I…” he pleaded. It was a heartbreaking sound.

“Jimin.” You took another step closer to him, gripping his hands tightly in yours. “Tell me this feels the same.”

A ragged breath fanned across your face.

“Tell me being friends is enough.”

His lips plopped into a silent ‘No’. He gently pulled you even closer. His scent enveloped your senses, you could feel the heat that radiated off of his body, hear every small breath he made. You heart pounded so hard; he must’ve heard it through the silence of the library.

You slowly closed the gap inch by inch until your lips tenderly brushed against his.

“Oh my god! Why didn’t you tell me sooner your dad got a Rysselberghe at the last auction?!” Endo’s voice echoed from right outside the library entrance.

Jimin and you quickly jumped apart before colorful lights of cyan, magenta and yellow flooded the room. Jihyun clicked again and the lamp switched to normal white light.

Endo stopped for a brief second as he saw you standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. “Oh, hey. What are you doing here in the dark?”

You threw Jihyun and Endo a quick, casual smile. “Jimin showed me the CMYK light Mrs. Park was telling us about at dinner. I asked him to switch it off so we could enjoy the night view.”

Jimin had his back turned to the boys and stared straight ahead out of the windows. Jihyun gave the both of you a peculiar look.

“Okay whatever, you guys are weird. Jihyun hyung where’s the painting? Ah I see it up in the gallery!” Endo pulled Jihyun in direction of the library staircase.

You turned around and glanced at Jimin. His face was beet-red. You pressed your lips together and suppressed a grin. It was refreshing to see him flustered for once.

Carefully you slipped your pinky around his and gave him a tiny squeeze. His eyes remained on the city skyline as he squeezed back with a smile.

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15/05/20

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good riddance 4 was brilliant. the way youre setting it up to show that a mother that didnt want you wasnt worse than a father you could never please. im rooting for jimin and oc but my heart breaks for taehyung

thank you!!! there are still a few more dynamics and depths to explore in this story, but I’m so glad to hear that you’re enjoying it so far! I could probably write a whole essay on all the different types of relationships and character arcs I want put in here, or the core message of this story which is particularly inspired by two specific bts songs. but that’s maybe a story for another time ^_^;;

regarding our poor little gucci boy...yeah sometimes oc can be a cold hearted bitch, whether intended or not...

Good Riddance #5

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Summary: There were two things life taught you. Money bought comfort, not happiness. And love was always a gateway to pain. When your former best friend Jimin suddenly returns into your life, he challenges your belief and rips open the past you tried so hard to forget.

Genre: heirs au, girl boss, e2l, angst, mutual pining, smut, feat. OT7

Warnings: smut. just filthy, sexy smut. 

Word Count: 5.2k

A/N: Boom chicka wow wow. Ok? Ok. 

Read: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | [ongoing]

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We cordially invite you to celebrate 20 years of love, life and laughter with us.

A beautiful letterpress invitation sat on your office desk. Ash oohed and aahed when she laid eyes on the intricate embossing and rose-gold foiled edges. Why your parents decided to formally invite you to their wedding anniversary was still a mystery to you, but when you asked over dinner the only answer you got was “The invites are too pretty not to be shared.” Apparently, they also sent an invite to Eri. They probably would’ve sent one to Endo as well if he had a way of receiving it at university. Maybe they should have just mailed one to themselves while they were already at it.

Next to the invite rested your culprit of a phone. Across the span of the day you felt increasingly mocked by its black screen. At some point you angrily turned it over altogether and sent it into detention. You were still wrestling with yourself whether or not to chew Jimin out for ignoring you. He was coming in for a meeting later which meant he still had a few hours to respond before he had to face your ire. Or more likely, you had a few hours left to become increasingly agitated.

While your relationship with Jimin used to be blurry and complicated, now it transitioned into blurry and confusing. Things got busy after the approval of the permit. Gone were the early morning breakfasts, replaced by late evening work sessions and take out with your team in your office. Then the holiday season rolled around, forcing you to juggle your already demanding work schedule with family obligations on top. The only times you ever saw each other were during your meetings at his or your office, but there was never enough time to talk about anything else than work.

This left the both of you with only one option – your phones.

“When can I see you again?” Jimin sighed.

“You saw me yesterday at your office.”

He snorted on the other end of the line. “You know that’s not the same. We were talking about hydraulic pumps and water filtration systems.”

“And why exactly is that my fault? Both our schedules don’t match up. I’m sure things will become a bit less crazy once construction starts.”

“I miss you, that’s all.” The longing was evident in his voice.

You didn’t know how to respond. During your childhood you were certainly no stranger to saying ‘I miss you’ or ‘I love you’ to Jimin, he used to blatantly demand it. But back then those words meant something different. Or maybe back then your emotional capacity was still somewhat intact.

After a brief pause he added, “I should let you get back to work. Talk to you later.”

Nowadays he never pushed you to respond, but in each of your conversations he would sneak in something along those lines. A part of you liked that he was open about how he felt, it was something so quintessentially him. Another part of you was scared completely senseless and told you to run. If this were any other guy you would’ve long kicked him to the curb out of an instinct of self-preservation.

But who were you kidding? Your instinct has long proven that it was completely messed up when it came to Park Jimin.

[09:12 PM] You: are you coming to my parents’ anniversary?

The message sat there, patiently waiting to be read since last night. Maybe the true source of your annoyance wasn’t your disobedient phone or an unresponsive Jimin, maybe you were just annoyed that anybody had this kind of power over you.

>Beep<

“Ms. L/N, your 2 pm appointment has arrived.”

“Send them straight in Ash.”

>Beep<

Ash briefly knocked on your door and pushed it open. Jungkook entered your office.

“Mr. Jeon is it just you today?” you asked a bit surprised.

Jungkook gave you a friendly grin and said, “Yes, Mr. Park had some urgent matters to attend, so he had to leave on a business trip short notice. He sends his apologies and regards.”

Your mind blanked as you processed his words. A second later you plastered an equally friendly expression on your face and gestured for him to sit down.

Don’t shoot the messenger.

“Would you like something to drink, Mr. Jeon? An Americano?” Ash asked with a blinding smile. She seemed to have taken a liking to the handsome young man, you would’ve been amused if you weren’t so god damn furious.

Oblivious as ever Jungkook responded, “Yes, that would be wonderful.”

***

[4:37 PM] You: you send your regards?

[4:37 PM] You: you send your fucking regards?!

[4:37 PM] You: who are you? my great aunt elise?

[4:50 PM] Chims: Sorry… I’ll call you later when I’m free.

His call came at 1 am in the morning. You let your phone ring for a while, glaring at the screen, before you finally picked up.

“Are you asleep?” he asked.

What a stupid question.

“No, not yet,” you answered curtly.

“Sorry I fell asleep last night as soon as I got back to the hotel. It’s the jet lag,” he said with a tired sigh.

A surge of questions popped into your head, you struggled to pick one that didn’t sound outright mean or offensive. You took a deep breath and settled on a simple, “What time is it?”

“Around 6 am? I have about an hour before I have to start the day.” The exhaustion was clear in his voice.

Your anger started to ebb, there was no point in stressing him when you could basically imagine him being brain-dead on his feet. What bothered you wasn’t that he suddenly left for a business trip or cancelled the appointment. Things happened; you would know better than anybody else. He at least could’ve thought to tell you himself.

“You should go back to sleep, Jimin. We can talk later,” you said, your tone softening.

There was a rustling in the background, he was scrambling in his bedsheets you presumed. “No, it’s alright. If I go back to sleep now, I’ll probably never wake up again.”

Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving? The question burned at the tip of your tongue.

“Sorry that I ignored your text. I was in a rush to get to the airport. This artist we’ve been scouting for months finally showed interest to work with us and agreed to meet up, so I had to jump at the chance. I’m really sorry, please don’t be mad.”

You sighed into the phone, “I get it, you’ve got to grab the opportunity when it presents itself. I’m not mad. How long will you be staying?”

Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?

“Probably a week, maybe even two?” he said in a long exhale, “I might as well use the time while I’m here and follow up on some other topics as well. This means we won’t be seeing each other for another while. I’m sorry.”

Why did he keep on apologizing? You didn’t need an apology; you wanted an explanation. But then again, what if his reason wasn’t something you wanted to hear? You decided to swallow your question for now.

“Your work is important to you. I’m the last one who can complain about that. Let me know if there’s anything I can help with,” you said.

“Yeah, thanks,” Jimin responded and switched to the next topic, “How was your day?”

A hundred new questions formed in your head, but you swallowed those as well. You hated it when other people were clingy, you couldn’t become clingy yourself.

***

Your house bustled with people, most of them event planning staff who were scrambling to get the party set up. Again, you questioned your parents’ decision and asked them why they had the inclination to turn your family townhouse into a construction site rather than just rent a venue. Their response was “Because it is more intimate.” You really didn’t understand what could possibly be considered intimate about having 200 guests over at your house.

Eri and you spent the afternoon locked up getting ready, trying to ignore the strangers who kept popping up in weird corners of your house. Eri chose an above knee dress adorned with embroidered flowers. She looked like she stepped right out of A Midsummer Night’s Dream and straight into your bedroom. Your little sister was a real heartbreaker, you were glad she was too obsessed with dancing and hoped she would never notice.

Unlike Eri, you opted for a simple silk dress. The color was a shimmering navy that sometimes shifted into green under the right light. It was ankle-length and fuss-free, the most exciting part about it was probably the thigh slit. All you wanted was something comfortable to get you through the night. It was a deceivingly clever and simple thing that gave off the perception that you were trying a lot harder than you actually were.

The event staff was seamlessly replaced by the incoming party guests. People started piling in, you joined your parents at the entrance and greeted all of them. The great room was cleared of furniture, giving way to a band and space for mingling and dancing. The guests slowly spread across the house, some up on first-floor wet bar area overlooking the people below, others outside on the second-floor terrace or the ground floor gardens, which were both equipped with outdoor heating.

It was a merry night, your dad and Aveline were clearly enjoying themselves amongst their friends. Seeing the loving gaze your dad gave his wife, you decided maybe you didn’t mind the 8 am tear-down crew the next morning so much anymore. A strange sense of longing settled inside you as you continued to observe them throughout the night. You delved into conversation and tried to shake off the ache as best as you could.

“…and the unconditional love you have shown me and our family. You deserve all the love in life, dad. May you and Aveline have 20 years more of happiness and another 20 after that.”

A glowing buzz hung in the air, people applauded and raised their glasses, warm embraces were exchanged, some guests even shed a tear or two. The music started playing again in the background as you wound your way through the crowd back to your friends.

“That was an interesting speech,” Namjoon commented as you joined him.

You clinked your glass and said, “Well, sorry I’m no Plato like you. What was it you said during your engagement party? ‘Happiness is nothing much. When I get to wake up next to you, that’s happiness.’ It was so sweet I almost got instant diabetes.”

Jin cupped his face and snickered, “I for sure know the ladies are happy when they wake up next to my handsome face.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes at the both of you. “That’s not what I meant. I always thought you really liked Aveline.”

“I do. She’s nice, sometimes a bit fussy, but overall always nice. Why? Did my speech come across as different?” you asked, puzzled.

“No I liked it, especially when you mentioned their romantic getaway escapade. That was hilarious!” Jin reassured you.

A pondering frown set on Namjoon’s face.

“Just spit it out, Joons. I know you want to say something,” you prompted.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you just sounded distant. Most of your speech was directed to your dad. It just made me wonder how close you actually were to Aveline,” he said.

“Oh,” you answered lamely. His observation confounded you a bit. Your relationship with Aveline wasn’t something you ever gave much thought to. She was there, your dad was happy, you guys got along, and you went on with your lives. It never came to your mind to expect anything else of her, or maybe that she might have expected something else of you. “We don’t have that much in common, maybe that’s why.”

“Hmm,” was all Namjoon replied.

“I hope you’re not having too much fun without me,” an unexpected voice breathed into your ear. You startled slightly as a warm hand fell onto your waist.

“Yeah Jimins!” Jin exclaimed and pulled the boy out from behind you into a crushing hug. Once Jin had his fill, he handed him over to Namjoon who was equally affectionate. Jimin steadied himself after Namjoon finally released him and ran a hand through his ruffled hair. Your surprise was quickly replaced by a fond smile which you couldn’t hold back at the sight them.

Jin noticed your expression and immediately asked, “So I take it the both of you have finally made up?”

You knew this question would get asked sooner or later, but it didn’t mean you were any more prepared to answer. Namjoon and Jin were one of the only people who actually knew that you fell out. They were the ones who supported your ludicrous idea of chasing Jimin around the globe and picked you up when you returned a crying mess. Both Jimin and you seemed to have kept private about your broken past.

Jimin was about to answer before you cut him off with a nonchalant shrug, “We’re trying. Why not?” He gave you a strange look.

“We haven’t seen you around much, Chims,” Namjoon remarked.

“I’ve been really busy with the company. Being here at HQ directly under my father is quite an experience,” he said evenly, but his eyes bored into you, “Since we’re apparently trying, do you want to dance Y/N?”

His hand was on your back and guiding you away from the group before you even had the chance to stammer a “Sure” and pass your glass to Jin.

On the dance floor he smoothly slipped one hand into yours and pulled you closer with the other one resting on your back. Plenty of other people swayed around you and distracted you from the sudden proximity to him. His eyes, his cheeks, his beautiful lips where inches away from your face. Every ridge of his body was tangible against yours. Maybe your silk dress wasn’t such a smart choice after all.

You decidedly turned your head and looked past his shoulder into the crowd as he started to slowly twirl you across the space. “What are you doing here? I didn’t think you could make it,” you asked.

“We finished our talks with Vante this week. Things are looking good; he’s really difficult to gauge, but I think he seems to like the idea of Gaea. We sent him our contract so all I can do right now is wait for his response. I ca…”

“Wait, the artist you’re trying to commission is Vante?” you interrupted, your eyes returning to his face. Jimin raised an eyebrow at your small outburst. You hushed your voice as you remembered the crowd you were amongst, “That’s a huge deal! That’s probably going to be more sensational than the hotel itself.”

“It’s not just for media publicity. He did an extraordinary greenhouse art installation last year in Greece. It played around with modern approaches of industrialization, shapes, colors and light. His style would fit perfectly with the overall concept.”

Yet again you were amazed by the ambition and care he put into this project. But just because you admired his drive, didn’t mean that all your worries lay forgotten. “And what about your other appointments?”

“I cancelled them.”

You danced in silence for a few moments as you contemplated his words.

Jimin leaned in and tried to catch your eyes. “Is everything alright?”

The question you wrestled with the entire week finally burst out, “Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?

Jimin gave you a surprised look, “I did, I sent Jungkook to tell you.”

“Exactly. You sent Jungkook. Do you know what a horrible feeling it was to have to find out through your assistant? I thought...,” you stopped yourself and looked away from him back into the crowd.

“You thought what?” he asked in a concerned voice.

“Never mind,” you said. Why did you even care so much? You didn’t want to make a scene at your parents’ party.

“You thought I’d left you again?” he asked quietly. When you didn’t respond he pulled you closer and said, “Y/N look at me.”

Why did it hurt so much to admit that you needed him? Slowly your gaze returned to his.

“I’m not going to leave you,” he murmured, “I’m sorry, you’re right I should’ve at least sent you a text. It’s a stupid habit. I don’t like to talk about things before they happen. What if they go wrong?”

You lifted your hand off his shoulder and gently brushed back his hair. “I’m sorry too. I’m trying, but I’m not very good at this. You know, you can tell me when you need help. You don’t have to do everything on your own.”

His gaze unconsciously moved from your eyes to your lips and back. “I missed you. I cancelled my appointments because I missed you. I’m happy I cut my trip short, otherwise I would have missed you in this dress,” he said in a low voice.

His words cracked something inexplicable inside you and released all the pent-up energy of the past few weeks. Washed away was any worry as desire slowly razed through your body. How many times have you replayed that moment in the library in your head? This moment right here wasn’t just a fading glimpse of your memory. Jimin’s warmth, his touch, his scent were all very real.

Jimin noted your change in demeanor and tried to backtrack. He tightened his grip and subtly checked his surroundings while he continued to sway as if nothing happened.

Too late. An all-consuming hunger overtook your mind.

“Follow me,” you whispered into his ear, before you broke away and headed towards the stairs. Jimin stood there perplexed for a second before he rushed after you. You would have preferred to make a turn into your bedroom, but unfortunately there were too many people lingering on the first floor, so you decided the closed off third floor would have to make do. You stalked past the doors until you reached the farthest corner and pulled him into the empty office.

The door slammed shut. Jimin was wide-eyed, trapped between you and the door.

“Y/N,” he breathed.

“What?” you hissed.

“We’re at your parents’ anniversary party,” he said in a low mutter.

“Then try to be quiet,” you said before you pulled him down and caught his lips between yours. The kiss was nothing like your first, if your first could even be called one. Your tongues and teeth collided, unraveling any bit of restraint. You felt intoxicated by his heady cologne as you writhed against him. The thin silk of your dress offered no barrier at all, the curves of your body moulded perfectly against his.

Jimin let out a loud moan when your thigh slid between his legs and your weight pressed against his crotch.

Your hands tightly grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face away from yours.  

“Shut up, Park. Do you want people to hear us?” you panted.

His only response was a heavy-lidded grin as his hands slowly made their way down the smooth material of your dress. They stopped on your ass.

“You’re not wearing any underwear,” he remarked in surprise.

You loosened your grip on his hair and guided one of his hands to the thigh slit which was now hitched up to your hip.

“This is silk, you idiot. Of course I’m not wearing any underwear.”

His hand wandered underneath your dress and explored your bare skin. Your breathing sped up as he moved closer and closer to your core. You should have been embarrassed by how aroused you already were. You could blame your weeks of dry spell, but the more likely reason was just Jimin. His fingers encountered your wetness as soon as he touched the inside of your thighs.

He moved along until he reached your folds. His gaze was focused on yours as he easily slid one of his fingers inside. He added another. You really should have felt embarrassed by how greedily your cunt sucked him up, but all you could concentrate on was the delicious stretch. He pulled out his fingers and effortlessly dipped them back in. You bit down on your lip to contain your whimper.

Jimin let out another groan, “You’re killing me, Y/N.”

As much as you wanted to rip off his clothes and fuck him senseless right then and there, Jimin was clearly too vocal.

You brought his lips back to yours and gave him a sloppy kiss before you whispered, “That’s it. You’re too loud. We need to go somewhere else.” It pained you to say this, your insides throbbed with need.

“Right now?” he asked incredulously.

“Hey, you’re the one who complained about being at my parents’ party,” you retorted with your last shred of sanity.

Reluctantly you both disentangled yourselves. Jimin removed his fingers with such an obscene noise, it almost broke your determination and made you beg him to just fuck you.

After a quick refresher in the bathroom, you inconspicuously made your way back downstairs, dodged a few chatty guests and slipped into Jimin’s car which was already waiting outside for you. Something about this whole situation made you feel like a hormonal teenager sneaking around in the middle of the night.

“Where to?” he asked a little bit breathless.

“Your place.”

He stared at you.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he said as he shifted gear and sped down the street.

“What?” you asked again, this time putting your hand on his thigh. His leg twitched.

“I was just under the impression you were happy to never go back there.” Your cunt ached at the raspiness in his voice.

Slowly your hand made its way to his crotch. From the side you saw how Jimin swallowed hard as you brushed across the strained fabric. His knuckles tightened on the steering wheel.

“Well, your impression was wrong,” you said, strangely calm. “Jimin?”

“Mhmm?”

“I think you should stop the car,” emphasizing your words with a slight squeeze.

Jimin let out a small gasp, then quickly turned onto a side street and parked the car. As soon as he killed the engine you kicked off your shoes, unbuckled your seatbelt and twisted into his lap to give him an untamed kiss. The steering wheel dug painfully into your back until he moved his seat back. His hands frantically searched for your skin and pushed up your dress, so you were sitting bare against his legs. His hands moved further up until they found your breast. He moaned when his fingers dug into the softness of your flesh.

“This is insane,” he muttered against your lips, “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“What?” you asked as you fumbled with his belt, “That we’re having sex in your car?”

“Everything,” he said as he helped you slide down his pants. His cock sprang free and slapped against his shirt. The sight of it only made you wetter. “That you’re so turned on you are dripping for me. That I need you so bad I’m gonna fuck you in this crammed space.” His fingers searched for your clit and pressed down when he found it, his thumb started drawing small circles. Your nails dug into the seat as you keened against him.

His eyes were completely black, irises eaten up by his blown-out pupils. There was hunger and lust in his gaze as he continued to drag his finger through your folds. You could tell he was pleased with himself for making you this wet.

Your mouth came back down on his. You pushed him further into the seat, pressing your body against his. His breath hitched when your core brushed against his cock. You moved your body up and down against his hard length and coated him in your arousal. Jimin moaned into your mouth with every pass while his hands where firmly on your ass guiding your movements. It was a messy affair; he could probably trash his shirt after this stint.

“Y/N,” he said in between moans, “do you need me to stretch you out?”

You slowed down your grinding and slowly kissed your way to his ear before you bit down on his earlobe. You felt his cock throb against your wetness. “No, I want you to fuck me open.”

“Shit,” was all he could muster in response.

Then he lifted your hips off of him and wrapped his hand around his cock to align it with your center. His tip teased your folds. You desperately needed him inside you now, but his other hand stopped you from dropping down immediately.

You turned your face to him in confusion and found him gazing at you softly. “Y/N, I promise I’m not going to leave you. You have no idea how much I need you. I couldn’t leave even if I wanted to. I…,” his voice trailed off.

Perhaps you had to accept the fact that Jimin will always be able to ruin you. But maybe instead of closing off your heart and dreading the end you could try and open it up to appreciate the present. For the first time since his return you decided to fully believe him. Your heart swelled.

His grip loosened on your hip and you sank down on him. An uninhibited moan escaped your lips as you took him in inch by inch. Jimin threw his head back against the headrest and groaned your name. You both stilled when you reached the hilt.

Sex has always been a physical outlet for you. A way to destress after a tough day or to lose yourself in an instance of reckless abandon. It was pure lust, no intimacy. This was different. This wasn’t just some fleeting encounter on a flirtatious night. This was Jimin. Never in a million years would you have imagined sharing this moment with him. The closeness you were experiencing now was not something you were used to, not even with him.

You pulled yourself up and felt his length stretch your walls. The shift elicited both a feeling of discomfort and pleasure. Jimin grabbed your hips and slowly guided you back down on him. He thrust up into you to meet you halfway. Your lips found his throat and kissed his bared skin. With every stroke the discomfort subsided and the pleasure increased. Your kisses turned into breathless pants. Jimin groaned at the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his cock.

At some point your slow sensual rolls turned into fast frenzied pushes. Your thighs protested against the speed at which you rode him, but you only cared about the feeling of him inside of you. The heat in the car rose, the tinted and fogged up windows didn’t offer much reprieve, any passerby would’ve been able to tell what was going on inside the car by the way it bounced. But who cared about passersby when you both had highs to chase?

The thin straps of your dress long fell off your shoulders, causing your breast to spill out of the dress. Jimin’s lips found their way to your chest and sucked greedily on any skin they could get a hold of. He grazed his teeth across your nipple and smoothed the hurt over with a lick of his tongue. His kisses, his touch, his cock, everything about him was driving you insane. His name rolled off your tongue in a high-pitched moan when he hit a particularly good spot. Jimin thrusted harder in response.

Your cunt tightened; you could almost taste the climax. Every part of you was filled by Jimin.

You let go of all your restraints and lost yourself in him. Jimin panted your name with every stroke, chanted it like a prayer as he feverishly plunged into you. The tension in your core became almost unbearable, ecstasy was raging through your entire body. You clung tightly to him as the tension finally broke and you orgasmed hard around him.

Your legs gave out, but Jimin gripped your hips and continued his unyielding thrusts. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes were wild. Never have you seen someone so beautiful and tantalizing. You leaned forward and licked along the shell of his ear.

“Come for me, Chims. I want to feel you come for me,” you whispered.

Jimin’s only response was a desperate grunt before he exploded inside you.

His arms slacked in exhaustion, you slumped onto him and felt both your juices squelch and drip out of you. You could probably kiss your dress goodbye. Such a shame, you rather liked this one.

Jimin squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to catch his breath and gather his wits.

Laughter bubbled up from your throat when you took in his completely fucked-out state. You have never seen him this discomposed before.

At the sound of your amusement Jimin peeked open one eye and asked, “What’s so funny?”

You gently nudged his nose and said, “You. You look like your soul is about to leave your body. Should I be worried?”

“I just had the best sex of my life. I need a minute to collect myself.” His gaze suddenly turned from fucked-out to worried. “How are you so calm?”

You weren’t calm at all. Your heart pounded not just from the frenzied sex you just had. “Really the best sex of your life?” you asked salaciously. You squeezed your walls and got a delectable whimper in return. He was like putty in your hands. The hungry beast inside you reared its head again.

“Why? Is that so difficult to believe?” Jimin asked sheepishly. “I know you might not feel the same way bu…”

You cut him off with a kiss. “Chims, stop. We’re squished up in your car, my legs are sore, my dress is ruined. I think there are other things to worry about than mind-blowing sex.”

He paused a second at your words. A slow grin spread across his face, “I can get your dress dry-cleaned if you want.”

Leave it to him to act cute in a moment like this. Another laugh escaped your lips. “I don’t think anyone is willing to clean such a defiled dress. What I want is for you to drive us back to your place and then to fuck me until I’m hoarse.” You felt his cock stir at your words.

“Y/N you’re seriously going to kill me,” he groaned. He straightened your dress as much as he could before he lifted you off him. After some slight struggles, you managed to wiggle back into the passenger seat.

“Buckle up for the ride.”  

Your heart skipped and your cunt throbbed at his mischievous grin.

This was going to be a very long car ride home.

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31/05/20

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Hi!! I don’t know if you have a taglist for good riddance but if you do can I be added?? 🥺💞 I loved chapter 5!!

Of course! Thanks for the love!

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When will you update good riddance?

Sorry to keep you waiting! :( I got stuck on a Taehyung oneshot, which I’m halfway done with (and have already rewritten 3 times 😅) and then life got in between... 

Can’t promise anything but I think I need to take a break from that Tae fic, so maybe switching back to GR in July would be a good idea!

ohmygawd good riddance is sooooo GOOD😭😭😭

I be stalking ur profile for updates🥵🥶💦

IT'S SO GOOD. DAMN. WOW😭😭😭

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W-o-w 😬 thanks for the love! 💜

hello! how are you? =) I was wondering if Good Riddance is on hiatus? Thank you so much for writing this and I hope you are doing okay

Hello dearest reader! 

I doing well (everything considered), thanks a lot for asking 🥰

Yes, I would say Good Riddance is currently on hiatus, although for how long I cannot say. I do have the entire story mapped out, it’s just writing has been really difficult for me recently 😢

I had a huge personal slump during the second half of 2020 and it unfortunately also affected my writing. Right now I do feel like things are getting back on track again, and I started working on some other non-GR ideas which definitely brought back some of my motivation.  

Sorry if my answer is rather vague, but I want to keep it honest. I’m really grateful for your kind words. Thanks for enjoying my stories and asking for my well-being. I hope you’re also doing okay 💚

Hi. Uhm. I might have a rude question - not rude, I suppose, maybe invasive. Are you planning to continue Good Riddance? Not to pressure you or anything, I'm sorry if this is a redundant question, I'm only at part 2, but it really struck a nerve with me. I feel comforted by it, and weirdly seen, and I would just love to know if you plan on making it a finished piece.

Thank you for writing what you have so far. It really means something to me.

Hey Katie! Not rude at all but thanks for prefacing, I know different authors here feel very different about these types of questions. I don’t really mind them and actually see them as a compliment because this means that my writing managed to evoke strong enough emotions in a reader to comment. But then again I’m also masochistic enough to enjoy constructive feedback - as long as it’s polite and well-intentioned - since I just write stuff that I’d personally like to read, so I don’t really feel much pressure from the outside because bottom line my story will always make at least one person happy. ☺️

So to answer your actual question, yes I do plan on finishing Good Riddance, but I’ll have to rewrite it in some parts. The foundation and character arcs remain the same, I actually had everything outlined since the beginning, but I made the grave mistake of stopping in between and now it’s kinda difficult to get back into the flow of the story. And I tried to get back into it several times, but while rereading my previous chapters I found some things lacking, especially in terms of pacing and depth which I want to improve. So at some point I reached the conclusion I need to start over to make it to the end 😂

when sherlock said “taking your own life. interesting expression, taking it from who? once it's over, it's not you who'll miss it. your own death is something that happens to everyone else. your life is not your own, keep your hands off it.” i almost cried

lmaooooo. i was like...should i wait and let yall enjoy a happy ending just a bit longer before i tear it up. nah. oops. 

what would fmf!jk do if oc didn’t listen to jk and actually dated someone and ended up falling in love, how far would jk go to get her back?

so lets say you fall in love with taehyung bc he’s such a sweetheart in this. i hope you like this anon <3

tw: jealousy, possessive behavior, toxic fuckboy mentalities, fuckboy!jungkook, manipulation, implied smut, angst (sorry lmaoooo), heartbreak, selfpity, sabotage, poor taehyung rip, implied slut shaming (this part of the fuck me forever au)

weeks after hearing the news that you and taehyung were actually now dating, jungkook would find himself at the bar every night, drinking away the pain and throwing himself at others. he’d fuck two or three people a night, but his mind was always full of you. he was sick of you. no. he missed you.

he’d see you and taehyung around campus being all cute together. taehyung kissing your forehead, making you laugh, holding you in his arms the way jungkook used to

he’d sweat it off at the gym, pounding into the punching bag like there was no tomorrow. he couldn’t sit around and let you slip away from him. not any longer.

he’d hit you up, hellbent on doing whatever he needed to sabotage your relationship before he loses you for good. he’d text you asking to meet, showing up at your place when taehyungs not around. he’d want to try to drive a wedge between the two of you

he knew youd tell taehyung youd been spending time with him. he wanted you to. because he knew taehyung would advise you not to see him. to cut him out of your life.

and that was the key. jungkook would start putting the idea in your head that taehyung himself was overly possessive, not wanting you to spend time with your own best friend—how ridiculous ! 

jungkook knew all your deepest insecurities, and would exploit them to the fullest in order to to make you doubt taehyung’s commitment to you. 

he'd point out whenever other girls would talk to him. whenever taehyung would say he was too busy to see you. it would become the bane of his existence, making sure to catch taehyung slipping whenever he possibly could. he'd fill your head with wrong notions, reminding you all the reasons you felt you were undeserving of someone loving you.

then he'd recommend breaking up with him.

in the meantime he'd go around telling all your mutual friends that you still sleep with him even though you claim to be dating taehyung

taehyung may not believe it, but everyone else does. 

eventually they would start judging taehyung for being complacent or naive. saying that you’re taking advantage of him and getting away with cheating on him because you’re just that hot

despite how hard taehyung tries, it would eventually get to his head. he would blow up at you accidentally one day and you would start to think that maybe jungkook was right about taehyung being possessive. you weren't used to being in a relationship either. so you’d dump him then and there

jungkook would be overjoyed when you tell him, calling him in a mess of tears. he'd come over right away and take full advantage of your heartbreak & vulnerability. hold you tight. be the friend you knew and loved. the one you needed. 

sssh baby its okay. im here now aren’t i? everything will be okay. i got you.

you’d realize just how close he is, your lips would draw into him like a magnet. he’d make sure you kissed him first.

you’d want to give him everything, let him take complete control so that you could feel numb.

let me take away the pain baby. i can make it all go away. let me treat you right.

jungkook would then begin to fuck you sweetly. with care. getting into your emotional mind. filling you with love & adoration. making you feel wanted. making you feel beautiful. 

he has no idea what he’s missing out on. you’re a fucking goddess y/n. you’re the hottest girl in the entire world. you drive me crazy.

you realize that no matter how hard you tried to deny it you still had feelings for jungkook. you always would. 

this would overwhelm jungkook. he loves you too. but he’s afraid. afraid he’ll mess up and you’ll leave him. afraid that you’ll hurt him, get bored of him before he gets bored of you. he likes having to chase you. he likes the freedom of having you only when he’d like. he can’t be tied down, he can’t! its suffocating to think about. he doesn’t want what you and taehyung had.

he'd panic internally, but decide to entertain your feelings for the night if it would keep you this eager to please him and let him rail you repeatedly, all night long. however he wants.

god im fucking in love with you baby. i love you so much 

as he would push his cock deep inside you. he’d promise you love. friendship. the knowing comfort that you’d never ever be alone—you always had him. he was yours as long as you were his. 

you’re mine. all mine. don’t ever let anyone touch you again except me. im the only one. tell me im the only one. show me how much you need me.

he would fuck you over. and over. and over again. lips glued to one another. never parting as he pumped you full of his cum until you couldn’t even move. 

such a good fucking girl. so perfect for me. wanna fuck you just like this for the rest of my life

in the morning taehyung would show up begging for you to give him another chance. jungkook would answer the door in nothing but his boxers, telling taehyung everything he needed to know. 

once he would leave jungkook would grab your phone and block taehyungs number. he didn’t want to risk the two of you communicating and fixing your relationship.

he’d lie down, thinking about his actions as he watches you sleep. he couldn’t do it. he just couldn’t do it. he’d blink back tears of frustration, hating himself more for stealing something good from you—his best friend—for his own selfish needs. 

he wasn’t good enough for you. you deserved better. he recalled with a pang in his heart all the promises he made made while making love to you for so long last night. he was rotten, and he knew it. 

so when you you woke up. 

he was gone. 

a/n: basically he’d manage to get you back but then he would leave bc. he’s an asshole. IM SORRY HAAHAHA. theres a happy ending in the works ok dw. 

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Yoko and I meeting Henry Kissinger to talk about peace. We said to stop fighting and killing each other, he suggested that to achieve world peace we commit war crimes, bomb civilians, overthrow democratically elected leaders and kill everyone. That way we will achieve peace because when everyone’s dead they can’t fight each other. RIP.