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eliminate! - p.jm.

genre: major angst, suggestive content, dystopian!au (warnings include violence, death and mentions of blood) (8.8k wc)

summary: in a world where people killed those they loved, to survive, to be alive, you and jimin can't seem to be parted and the impending doom of your relationship stretches the two of you out before you are forced to make the choice, to love or to die?

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(i highly recommend listening to heartbeat by childish gambino while reading this, enjoy <3)

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october 20th, 2022.

rain traveled down your back, slowly, mockingly but fell with full force on top of your head and clouded your vision. red lights flashed, green lights flashed, white lights flashed but somehow, he was still there, in the midst of it all, clear as day in the dead of the night.

it couldn’t be him, not after all this while, not after you’d given it all up.

but the hand that held your gun quivered, your blinking became slower as your eyes tried to focus on him, drink him in, forget him, remember him, anything it can do, see him.

it shouldn’t have come to this.

a road shouldn’t be separating you two, a gun in your hand should’ve never been held, the rain should've never dared to hide him from you but it was all happening, and all you could do was look.

you felt his sorrow from across the street, his shaking hands that held his own gun, and you knew you had to do this for the relief of the other, whoever survived.

your phone blinked and buzzed rapidly with the word ‘eliminate!’ on your screen and you knew the decision that you had to make.

so, as cars and bikes zoomed and honked and blared in your ears, your hand lifted to point the gun at him, you knew he would do the same, the principle was survival of the fittest after all.

but as you pulled the trigger and the bullet rang through the air and bolted in his direction, you realized he never lifted his hand.

you fell to your knees as the rain continued its assault on your body. your eyes forgave you by closing themselves so you would never have to see his body on the ground.

your screen became green.

‘successful!’

it shouldn’t have come to this.

-

the government and all other higher organizations had their eyes on the few numbers of marriages that took place and even fewer marriages that lasted, divorce rates were at an all-time high, and that resulted in the chaos of the world as it was.

because it was a chain reaction.

marriages lead to unhappy individuals, sometimes with children, sometimes with large families, this led to divorces, which led to unhappy and traumatized children, years of therapy that didn’t quite fix anything, unhappy and traumatized children didn’t serve to be responsible citizens who fulfilled the duties that the government needed.

and soon, they had to step in.

they introduced a system based on nature’s most ancient method, the method of survival by elimination. the system had everyone’s data down to the chromosomes that built them and used this system to establish romantic compatibility between individuals. this would allow society, as a whole, to have lasting, emotionally fulfilling relationships.

but they had other motives as well.

the government didn’t care about individuals, they cared about what an individual could offer and they also cared about overpopulation, they couldn’t control society if it was overfilling, so the system was built to kill two birds with one stone.

the system did connect people but the second the relationship seemed to be steering in the wrong direction in any manner, the individuals in the relationship would receive a flashing red alert of ‘eliminate’ on their phones; sometimes they got it at the same time, sometimes they got it seconds apart, and in the time that they receive the notification, they have to kill the other person in the relationship or get killed.

whoever kills, gets ‘aid’ from the government, which was basically tons of money to cover for the trauma that comes from killing someone you loved.

if the persons failed to carry out the elimination for whatever reason, they got three warnings before government-assigned hitmen would kill both of the individuals, if the individuals didn't kill to survive, they didn’t deserve survival.

this, according to the government, was survival of the fittest, eliminating those who weren’t emotionally capable of being in a lasting relationship, and who didn’t provide the government with anything, deserved to be eliminated.

this was naturally met with resistance but as days by and the system reached everyone, people found that they enjoyed eliminating those who made them unhappy, especially because there were no consequences and because romance came with a certain rage, people were finally allowed to quell that rage.

so, the system was implemented and the world paced forward.

but you fell in love with jimin, and he fell in love with you, and the moment you did, your phone flashed red.

-

december 19nd, 2022.

it was the first warning and he hadn’t died that day, at least that’s what you heard.

it’s been months since your bullet hit him and you still couldn't forget the ringing it left in your head. the same roads that you had coursed through on his bike, so in love, so sure about each other, were the same roads where you left him to die.

it wasn't your fault, you had prepared to die, jimin was a better marksman than you were, so you had expected a bullet to pierce through you as well but it never came, even if you wished that it did.

so, now, here you were, body barely covered in a nightgown that your partner, keith, apparently liked, hands slowly stirring the coffee in your cup and looking out the window, rain clouded your vision and that was enough to take you back.

“good morning, babe!” a swift kiss on the side of your neck had your body recoiling but you forced a smile on your face as you kissed keith’s cheek.

he was dressed up for work in his black trousers and white shirt, he was moderately attractive, a finance guy who liked spending his money as if it meant nothing, you had no idea how you were compatible, but you were living together now and you didn’t see a way out.

“work’s going to be crazy today, so many meetings and we have to close that deal today,” he drawled on, running his hands through his hair as he got behind the kitchen counter to make himself breakfast.

i hope you don’t come back home, i hope your meeting lasts for a week, i hope i never have to see you again.

“i can make dinner for when you come back” leaves your lips instead and his head snaps up with a smile you’ve grown to hate, “you’re the best, babe, i love that on you by the way.” he gestures to your gown and gives you a flying kiss and it takes everything in you to not physically cringe.

i hate this on me, by the way.

it’s not like you care.

“i’ll buy more of them.” you hum, an answer that would satisfy him, and with a sigh, you turn away from him to look out the window again, the sky was still gloomy, the raindrops still coated your windows and you still wanted your partner to die.

then, you notice at the foot of your apartment building, a bike that pulls up, a bike that you know, a bike that you spent many nights on, your heart races as the rider steps off it.

at the same minute, your phone buzzes in your hand and you freeze.

not now.

not now.

not now.

“we don’t have to make this painful,” you hear from behind you before the steel of your own gun presses against the back of your head, your phone slips to the ground and you catch sight of the red that coats the screen.

‘eliminate!’

seconds apart.

of course, he got it before you had.

from your periphery, you see exactly what keith had been all along, what all you tolerated because you didn’t think you deserved love after putting a bullet in the only man you ever loved, you see keith’s narrowed eyes filled with ambition and malice, his fingers that itched to pull the trigger and his face that donned an evil smile.

he was enjoying this, enjoying the absolute control he had on your very existence.

you just wished he hadn’t underestimated you.

you pulled your ankle back to connect with his crotch, and whipped around to elbow his face and neck, making him weak enough to drop the gun, you pushed the gun away with your leg and dragged him to the kitchen counter, all while he begged and whimpered for mercy, then started shouting in the anger he felt, he had lost control after all.

you grabbed his collar and jammed his head into the sharp corner of the kitchen counter, leaving traces of his blood on it, and got up to retrieve a knife.

you had to do it, you had to kill him, or they will kill you you had to do it you had to kill him or they will kill you you had to do i-

the door to your apartment flew open and the grip you had on your knife tightened as you whipped around to see who it was, even if you knew who it could be.

jimin stood there, helmet in hands, eyes flicking on your body, unmoving, so silent that it made your head spin. as your lips parted to call out to him, to see if he would respond, to see if he was even real, a hand gripped your ankle, keith’s loud groan of ‘bitch’ echoed around you. the knife you had in your hands quickly found its place in his chest; the green light from your phone illuminated a side of your face.

‘successful!’

through the blood dripping down your eyelashes, you looked up, once again to see him, to see if he had moved, to see if he had left, to see if he had come to kill you.

you fell off keith’s body, pushing it away with your feet and the cold ground made you hiss, your head didn’t stop spinning, and your hands didn’t stop shaking, it almost made you laugh that the people in this room right now were both people you killed or tried to kill.

“why are you back?”

we shouldn’t be around each other, you shouldn’t be alive, i shouldn’t be alive-

“i chose to forgive you for putting a bullet in me,” he smirked and your head lolled to the side, a smile growing involuntarily, he was real, he was here, and he was breathing, “i never asked for your forgiveness, jimin.”

i missed you, i missed your voice, i missed your bike, i missed you i missed you i missed you i missed you, i missed us.

“i’m nice like that,” he hummed as he sat beside you, you looked up helplessly, someone’s blood smeared on your face, his blood that stained your hands, you thought you would never see him again.

he was nice like that; he was always nicer than you had ever been.

jimin’s ring-covered fingers pushed the hair that stuck onto the blood on your face back, you could feel your sobs compressed in your chest.

“unless you are here to kill me, get out, jimin.” you didn’t think you could say it but you couldn’t kill him a second time, you couldn't look at him without wanting to lay in his arms and let him kill you.

“i’m gonna say no to that.”

“you must really like dying” you could almost hear the sirens of the government hitmen, they would bust in here, place a bullet in each of your heads, jimin and you would just be eliminated numbers in the system then.

“we’ve only gotten one warning,” his voice and demeanor remained calm and steady, the calm you needed, the steady you craved, everything about jimin, you craved and craved and craved.

but one warning was enough, one bullet was enough, the blood on your hands was enough.

you pushed yourself off the floor, almost gravitating and falling into jimin’s arms, maybe crying for an hour, or two, and then kissing him all over but instead, your hands reached out for the knife that was dripping already.

you stood, with shaky knees, in front of a jimin that didn’t flinch and with the strongest voice you could muster, “get out.”

jimin didn’t make an attempt to move, “i let you kill me once, why do you think this will work?” to anyone else, it would sound like he was provoking you, but jimin was pleading with you, ‘i let you kill me once, i’ll let you kill me twice, thrice, ten times, i would rather die in your hands than be away from you.’

you couldn’t think, you couldn’t breathe, he was right, he was always right.

but you were, again, desperate to make sure his blood didn’t end up on you.

so, you twisted the knife and pointed it to yourself.

that did the trick.

jimin jumped up from where he was, you could hear his breathing, loud, hurried, so worried, you saw his hands instinctively jerk towards you and pausing in the air, unsure of what you would do.

“please leave,” you whispered, eyes gathering tears for the first time this morning and jimin retracted his hand, “you’re being crazy, put it down, p-please.” his calm was breaking, his face boosted a sheen and his eyebrows scrunched in worry.

“the second you turn back and leave, this will be put away.” you shook the knife in your hand, glancing towards the door through which jimin would have to leave.

jimin’s eyes widened in anger, his hands shook at the fury that consumed him, he couldn’t believe that you were willing to do this just to keep him away.

“i came back for you!” he yelled, you couldn’t help but flinch at his eyes that were no longer calm, no longer steady, “after everything, after you put a fucking bullet in me, after you live with some guy, i looked for you everywhere and this is what you want to do? drive me away? make yourself look insane?” his voice bellowed in the apartment, suffocating you, driving you to tears, but you knew it was necessary, it was easier if he hated you.

“get out,” you whispered again, your resolve weakening as the knife nudged into your skin, and at the sight of your blood running down your arm, jimin threw his head back with a frustrated groan, he couldn't touch you without potentially triggering another warning, he couldn’t shake you back to sanity so, just as quiet as he entered, jimin left your apartment, but not without a look that said, ‘this isn’t over, not here, not now.’

you were left with too much air and too much blood around you.

at some point in the evening, the cleaners from the government came in, but none of them looked at you, none of them said a word or offered you a napkin, nothing.

they pushed keith’s body into a bag, cleared up the blood, dropped an envelope full of money on the counter, and left.

but the smell of death perforated around you, as you, once again, looked out the window, a gloomy sky, a gloomy world, and your cigarette was the only light that remained later in the night.

you stared at the reflection of your face which looked sunken in, tired, irritated, so close to dead but unfortunately, not dead, and as you kept scowling at yourself, jimin’s face joined the reflection.

then, both of your cigarettes remained to be the only light in your apartment that night.

-

august 22nd, 2023.

that night, he smoked with you, taught you how to patch up your cuts, burnt some scented candles, and left after staring at your lips for ten minutes.

it didn’t matter that you were already well-trained to patch up your wounds, it didn’t matter that the candles he left only cleared the air for a few minutes before the smell of death came back, he was there, you were there, and that was enough for nothing else to matter.

though you still shiver at the memory of his eyes on you.

you haven’t seen him since then, you had told him to stay away before any kind of patch wouldn’t save what you do to yourself, but you still burnt the candles he got for you, every day.

you killed five people after jimin last year, you didn’t know if it was dumb luck that you survived every single time or your worst nightmare come true, all of your lovers were now just numbers in the eliminated category, you were waiting to join them too.

but, when your phone flashed red, you couldn't think of anything but surviving, even if you wanted to die, even if you had nothing to live for, that one notification blinded you from everything you believed in and pushed you to protect yourself.

it was the deepest, darkest secret that you held and buried in yourself.

maybe that was the intention all along, everyone wants to die until they are put face-to-face with death.

“i really didn’t expect us to match but i’m so glad that this is happening,” your date, an older man, with thinning hair and too broad of a smile, beamed at you. you felt particularly irritated that he was talking to your boobs but you held on, you matched for a reason, you had to see this through until you could kill him.

“i am glad too.” you smiled with ruby lips, crossing your legs and leaning away from him, you raised your glass to him and he almost jumped out of his seat to cling it, you held back your laugh at his state.

men were too simple.

“let’s get to know each other! we could start with, what scares you?” he thought he was being deep and thoughtful with that question, but he was so wrong.

men, scare me, i haven't decided if you're one of those men.

“i have to say, rats, can’t stand them, they’re disgusting.” you fake shuddered, causing your date to explode into laughter, “oh, you poor thing, they scare you?” he asked as if it was the most ridiculous thing ever.

i am scared that everyone i love, secretly hates me. i don't have many people that i love, that scares me too.

“so, how many people have you killed?” you didn’t mean to ask it out loud but you needed to know how much training would have to go into defeating him, if that day ever came. he looked up with surprised eyes before the surprise melts into poorly executed sensuality, a certain sick kind of glint shined in his face as he leaned forward as if he’s found his prize, his prey, “i have killed 3, princess, what about you?”

it took everything in you to not vomit in his face.

but your eyes roll back instead, this was going to be a long night.

“how about you try to guess?” you whispered back, just as sensual, maybe not as sick but playing the part he wanted you to.

a hidden freak in elegant clothes.

men didn’t have a lot of types; this was usually the most popular.

he, you keep thinking ‘he’, because, for the love of god, you can’t seem to remember his name, blinks slowly, trying to be sexy, only to look mildly constipated.

a swing of the restaurant doors forces your eyes towards the entrance and your throat closes up as you try not to fall off your seat when you see who it is.

you had told him to stay away, to never come back, you told him that you should’ve never given him the lighter that night but he had laughed it off, he had lit his cigarette and gazed out the window without a word.

now, he was here, all flesh and bones, too real, too much, not in your innocent or sometimes, not-so-innocent dreams, he was standing with another woman who held onto his hands, hands that had taught you to clean your wounds, hands that had touched every inch of you.

your hands gripped the tablecloth with a strength you didn’t know you possessed; your eyes threatened to flash red as your heartbeat accelerated.

gone was the bald man in front of you, gone were the people around you, gone was the chaos of the restaurant, gone was the rest of the world as his eyes reached you.

and he had the audacity to bow to you, flash a smirk, throw a smile at your date, and take his seat at the bar as if it was his throne. of course, his seat faced you, his eyes stayed on you as his hands played and twirled with her hair.

“see something you like?” your date growled from the other side of the table.

you had forgotten about him.

“sorry, i got distracted” you mumbled, you wondered if he would figure out just how insincere your words were. he laughed bitterly, fingers tapping incessantly at his wine glass.

his demeanor had changed, his shoulders were tense and tight, and you could feel his leg knocking onto the table, you had pissed him off.

you wish you cared.

“i’ve met your type, you think that looking and acting like a slut will help you get away with everything, don’t you?” his eyes gleamed wickedly as he smiled at you, you felt a chill run down your spine even if you weren't threatened.

all your life, you’ve met all kinds of men, it didn’t help you get used to how cruel and animalistic some of them could be.

your phone pinged and flashed red.

‘eliminate!’

your heart contracted rapidly as your hands tried to search for the gun on your thigh holster, your fingers fumbled to pull it out and you could feel it all slip away.

you couldn’t let him get the notification too, he would kill you, he would kill you in front of jimin, he would kill you and you would never see jimin again, never feel him again, never breathe him in agai-

but then, his head dropped on the table.

your hands fell away from your holster as your entire body stiffened and fell back on your chair.

you hated that you didn’t feel anything as his blood pooled around his head, as people screamed and rushed out of the restaurant, as waiters fumbled with their phones to call the police, you hated that your gaze immediately went to jimin.

his hand was raised, a gun pointed in your direction.

your suspicions were right.

‘successful!’

your screen turned green.

people ran with their children in front of you, people stared in horror at the man whose blood overflowed from the table, people saw you staring at the bar instead of the dying man in front of you.

public eliminations were rare, and most notifications were delivered in the safety of private homes but desperate times, such as especially bad events on a date, would lead to this.

jimin’s date got up, seemed to scream at him, seemed to seek his attention but he peeked and bent around her body to keep looking at you, she turned around with fury in her eyes, only to huff loudly and run out of the restaurant too.

then, it was the two of you again.

how could you feel a touch, months after it’s been on you?

how could you feel him, miles apart?

you hated yourself for how warm you felt now that it was just you and him.

you pushed yourself out of your chair, charging towards jimin with a rage you only felt around him, the rage of wanting him but not having him, the rage of never forgetting him, the rage of not being able to detach yourself from him, the rage of seeing him with another, he watched with a tilted head as you approached him.

“come outside,” you demanded, already turning around to get out but he spun towards the bar, “why? we have all the privacy we want, right here” he tapped the seat next to him with his lips pulled to one side.

you were impatient, out of time, out of your depth, out of control, which urged you to grab jimin by the collar and drag him to the rain-soaked pavements outside.

there was no way you were going to have a conversation when a man lay dead, a couple of steps away from you, a man that he killed, a man that you were supposed to kill.

“what were you thinking, jimin?” you screeched once you couldn’t see blood dripping down the table you left behind. even as the rain soaked you, you felt burning hot anger bubbling in you.

“why do you care? were you in love with him or something?” jimin sneered, adjusting his shirt and looking away to the side, his voice was irritated but his face wasn’t, jimin had ever been good at hiding his vulnerability. there was this nervousness, this tapping of his foot, that gave him away.

“it shouldn’t matter to you, jimin!” you yelled loudly, though your face fell away in unguarded softness. it shouldn’t have been his bullet today, it should’ve been yours, it’s funny to you that it always ends up having to be yours.

“why?” jimin turned back to look at you with a frown so deep, you wondered if he was feeling the strain of the conversation already, if he was feeling the strain of being so close and far.

do you want me in your arms? i want you in mine.

“what do you mean, why?” you threw your hands in the air as a deep exhale left your body, a last attempt to calm yourself, “why shouldn’t it matter to me? as far as i know, i’m the only one it should matter to,” he roared back, chest puffing as he stepped closer to you.

come closer, don’t you dare step back, take me away from this rain, this place, these people, this world, take me to a place where i can hold you and you can hold me.

“you know exactly why” you steeled your gaze to get your point across, though you wondered if he could hear your heart break from where he stood.

jimin watched you with careful eyes, sorrow hid under his eyelashes, sorrow that he tried to blink away, sorrow that barely concealed the anger he felt.

but not at you.

never at you.

he reached for your hand, causing you to flinch and shift a couple of steps away, he felt like a wound that never quite healed, cut itself open again, “what are you so afraid of?”

your heartbeat quickened, “jimin, stay back, we don’t know about the warn-“

“that ship sailed when you yanked my collar, love” his lips pulled to one side as he showed his phone screen that was bright red, and your heart drowned all over again, your phone buzzed in your hand, you knew what it meant.

your second warning.

“why don’t we just take advantage of this?” he whispered so softly, that the rest of the world tapped out, it was just him and his face and his voice and his hands that pushed your hair back.

life filled your lungs in a rush, life so vibrant and bright, life so blindingly fine.

soft soft hands, soft hands that touch me, soft hands that have touched me before, soft hands which i love, i love the man with soft hands.

“we could go back to our place, watch some movies, just talk, you can tell me how terrible your dates have been,” he paused to chuckle a little and it filled you with lightness, you believed you could float, “we could let the warning stretch, we could let it all just ring, i don’t care, as long as you’re there, i don’t care about anything.”

he still calls it ‘our’ place, i have a place in this world.

your phone buzzed and flashed red repeatedly as he held your cheeks and leaned in, just to let his breath fan over your face, just to let his lips brush over yours.

“but don’t push me away, i need you.” you could tell he was holding back tears and you couldn’t tell that you were crying already until his hands wiped across your cheeks, your hands fell on his shirt, unsurely grazing the fabric.

did you want him closer? was that possible?

‘eliminate!’

‘eliminate!’

‘eliminate!’

your phone threw the red onto his face, flashing so rapidly that you wanted to break it, but when you caught his eyes, his ever so tender, ever so loving, ever so giving eyes, you got reminded of the bullet you put in him. now, the red light looked like his blood.

i love the man with soft hands. his soft hands touch me and i touch him, he tells me sweet things when our lives are on a rope, how can i not fall?

i hurt the man with soft hands, i don’t deserve the man with soft hands.

your hands were desperately hanging onto his shirt now but you could feel your stomach in your throat, your heart in your legs, your head in the stormy clouds and you pushed him away.

you stumbled back, hiccupping and gripping your phone.

‘eliminate!’

“please, just listen to me-“ but you couldn’t, all you could hear was the traffic, the people, your phone, and the world, it all returned back to you and you couldn’t hide in his face any longer.

“just stop, jimin!” you let out your cry, heart squeezing itself dry onto the pavement.

i can’t hurt you, i can’t die, but i will die if i don’t hurt you, would you kill me? save me this pain? take me away.

jimin’s rage returned.

“we need to stop this, don’t show your face around me again” you turned and walked away before your heart fell on his feet and you couldn’t pick it up again.

step.

step.

step.

pull me back, don’t let me go.

“how do you walk away every single time?” his voice was low, barely audible but it fell on you like bricks raining from the sky.

your steps stopped, everything in you paused at the tension in his voice.

“how do you live without me? why is it so easy for you to be without me?” he got louder, angrier, more desperate, more of everything, you knew his eyes were burning into your skin and leaving scars that would never fade.

i’m not living, i’m breathing, i’m existing, it's not the same.

“jimin,” you breathed out, your entire body stood confused at the jolts of torments that passed through it, you tried not to fall on your knees at his assumption.

did he think this was easy for you?

did he think that he didn’t haunt every single living thought in your head?

did he think you could ever forget the grief that shot through you when you saw him on the ground, that you could ever forget him?

“do you not remember anything?” he whispered again, a sad smile stretched on his face.

i remember too much.

i remember drifting through these roads on your bike, i remember laughing into your hair and the warmth of your neck on cold nights, i remember the leather of your jacket and the coldness of you necklace, i remember the cat you loved even if you are allergic, i remember the story of your first kiss, i remember the lingering love you hold for her, i remember the greater love you held for me.

i remember the day i died when my phone flashed red for the first time.

i remember everything.

“no, and you should forget it too” you shook off his scent that crawled on your back to choke you.

“i don’t believe you,” jimin narrowed his eyes at you, he could see the memories playing like a videotape behind your eyes.

“i don’t either,” he pulled back at the sad chuckle that left your tear-dried lips and he could only watch as you got into your bike and drove away into the night, once again, leaving him to himself.

your tears came anew as the gush of wind froze them on your face, you no longer had his neck to bury yourself into, and you no longer had his jacket to grip onto, it was just you, the night and everything else burning in and out of existence.

you could tell it all to him, you could tell him that you haven't been alive since the second you held that gun in your hands, you could tell him that you imagined him on every face you kissed but it was easier to not tell it all.

it was easier to pretend that you didn’t know what you felt, it was easier to tell him you didn’t know when you knew it all, and it was easier to go back to your room and stare at the ceiling till morning came.

-

december 31st, 2023.

six hours were left to new years.

you just killed another person, and this time, you didn’t bother remembering anything about them, their name, their hobbies, their interests, their face just before they died, it only gave you nightmares.

the paper of your cigarette was soaked red as your hands dripped on them, your bedroom was being sterilized and you were once again, wholly surrounded by the smell of blood and death and nothing else.

you would need to get new sheets, a new bed, a new carpet, and new candles.

what a way to start a new year.

your head fell back on the sofa as a dull ache coursed through you, the ache was ever-present now, your only consistent companion, it stayed with you as life threw you from a puddle, to a pond, to a lake, to a river and then, at the deep edge of the sea.

your feet dragged as you closed the door behind the cleaners, you wondered if they were welcoming the new year with someone they loved or if they were too, much like you, rotting around the smell of death.

three hours were left to new years.

you wondered what jimin was doing, and then you laughed into the silence around you, when did you ever stop thinking about what jimin was doing?

but you were two strikes down, another one would only end with you both six feet underground and you couldn’t do that to jimin.

one hour was left to new years.

you were somehow standing in front of ‘your’ apartment, it was really jimin’s but it stuck with you that he had called it ‘our.’

in life, there are logical choices, mapped out, ready for action, the results would be great for you but as humans, we very rarely follow through with logical choices because even if we have a monologue prepared, an argument, a plan of action, we see the face of some people, we see the nights we spent with them, we see the words we never told anyone else, we see our expired love creeping on their backs and it all crumbles.

those choices are always shadowed by, not your heart, as many would like to believe, it’s always you, as a whole, just you. because sometimes, we don’t want the peace that comes with logic, we want the freefall that comes with doing whatever the heck you want and regretting it all afterward.

and you wonder if you will ever make the smart choice when it comes to jimin.

the door swings open, your chest falls in relief at his face and an expectant smile from him, silence riddled around you both, welcomes you into your home.

you felt strangely out of your body, as if you were watching the night unravel and could do nothing but watch, as if you had no and all control, as if you could run and stay at the same time.

on your true bed, you splayed out your arms and legs, you didn’t exhale too loudly, jimin didn’t breathe too much, you pushed your face into the pillows that you and jimin used to lay on, you breathed in the scent, jimin stood back and watched, everything was just silent and perfect and your phones were nowhere near you.

i didn’t think we would be here again, i thought i lost you forever, i thought i would die with your love for me and my love for you, buried deep inside of me and someday, it would all be dug up and i won’t be there to witness any of it.

on your true table, you sat, legs folded on the chair, piping hot food flowing steam onto your face and you ate, jimin sat opposite to you and ate, the television roared with news of parties, fires, danger, sorrow, economy. a word didn’t leave your lips.

who really cares about the government anyway, right?

on your true sofa, your fingers threaded jimin’s hair as you pulled at his scalp, gently, maybe not so gently and he falls apart in your touch, he falls back and grabs you, again and again, you two rise and fall, like riptides that would devastate the shore, like rocks that hit to make fire, like hail that hits your feet and makes them numb, your bodies don’t care anymore, not about some warning, not about some stupid government, your bodies only craved for what the other offered.

why does morning have to come? why do nights like these not show mercy on me and stretch forever? why is this place not where i come back to anymore? how do i leave, with the memories of your feathers wrapped around my back?

at some point, the clock struck midnight and jimin’s twinkling eyes whispered to you, his hands rubbing circles on your waist, “happy new year, my love.”

all of the world’s happiness would have fit in the centimetre space between you two then, you didn’t want to think of how you would die after this, you didn’t want to think of how temporary it all was, you didn’t want to think of how tomorrow might never come.

but you woke up the next day, jimin’s arms on your stomach, a new year shining outside your window and you stumbled out of the bed for your phone, to see if it really was the end because you couldn’t get a better ending than this.

you didn’t get a warning.

you wouldn’t die today.

you sighed out in relief.

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february 14th, 2024.

you got lucky that day, too lucky, you had stretched your luck till afternoon dawned. that morning, you got on jimin’s bike and let yourself float in the backseat as wind pricked your face, you had been hoping that the final warning will come, that you could die happy but even as your head rested on jimin’s shoulder and the beach waves crashed in front of you, even as he nestled his face into your head and breathed you in, your phones hadn’t made a single noise.

the next morning, you were back to wanting to survive, jimin tried to keep you in his bed, he had whispered promises to you, he had kissed your cheeks and his hands had gripped onto your arms.

but you had run away, it wasn’t your home and you couldn’t play around with your luck anymore, maybe it was a glitch, maybe it was an anomaly, no one knew how the warnings came, and you weren’t exactly excited to know why you were granted those few hours with jimin.

and you found someone.

someone not like keith, someone not too sick or old, his name was wooseok and he treated you gently, treated you lovingly, he held your hand as you walked, he kissed you on the forehead, he promised to let you down gently if the notification ever came, as per your request.

but his hands weren’t soft and you weren’t in love with him.

you punched the sandbag in front of you, harder than your instructor had told you to, harder than you wanted to, the night fell around you with each punch, no one came around this time and the solitude comforted you.

soon, you had to meet wooseok for dinner, a valentine’s dinner, a night filled with affection and attention, you were looking forward to it, at least you were trying to look forward to it.

the elevator pinged behind you, slowing your punches, you turned around to glare at whoever came in, this was the only alone time you had, you couldn’t have some idiot mess it up.

but then your face relaxed as wooseok walked in, your arms immediately stretched in front of you to wrap around his neck and he chuckled into your neck, “couldn’t wait till dinner, forgive me.” he brushed your cheeks before kissing you on the forehead and you tried to hide the way your body tensed.

“i’m glad, i’ll be done in a bit,” you said with a half-genuine smile and he nodded.

i can be happy without jimin, i can live and not be afraid to love, i can learn to love wooseok’s rough hands and i can live live live

the elevator pinged again; you didn’t bother looking at who it was until you heard the soft thump of a bag falling to the floor. “just two minutes,” he whispered before burying his face in your neck again and this time, your body gave up fighting, you relaxed into him and let out a sigh. hidden by wooseok’s body, you peeked to the side to see who it was.

it was instantaneous, the reaction, the rush of blood to your head and heart, the restlessness that started building in you.

you felt your chest tear, your legs break under you, your hands falling off but nothing happened to you, even if you wished your mental pain could become physical, you still breathed fine, stood fine, lived fine, still clung to wooseok’s neck fine.

just one look at jimin had you crumbling even as someone held you up.

i cannot be happy without jimin.

“i’ll be waiting downstairs,” wooseok whispered, with no knowledge of your intruder, he kissed your cheek and you tried to hide the paleness of your face as you nodded, he leaves with a lingering look at you, so filled with love.

and your throat closes up again as the elevator takes him away.

jimin looks at you, waiting for you to speak, apologize, explain, anything, any words you give, he would take and he tries to hold his ground while his mind assaults him with playbacks to you and someone else wrapped around you.

your content face, instead of fear, your smile, instead of a scowl, your affection, instead of wariness, everything jimin wanted with you, you found in someone else.

he would’ve done anything for all of that, would your new boy do it? would he make you his as jimin had?

once he understands that you were going to ignore this, he walks towards you slowly, taking all the time in the world, you heard his steps but you kept putting your stuff away, determined to leave as soon as you could.

the world spun at your feet when he halts behind you, you felt the warmth of his body and his soft soft soft soft hands holding your hips as he gazed from behind you, into the mirror, you stood frozen.

how easy would it be to just melt into you? how easy would it be to go back home with you, to you, spend my hours breathing with you?

no.

you had someone now.

“jimin, step back,” you glanced anxiously towards where you left your phone and jimin is reckless, out of patience and at the end of the line here, “how does he treat you, love?” he whispers against your ear, in a mocking tone that you hated.

but heat crawls and wraps around you fast, you find yourself wanting to lean back on him, let him carry you away and let everything else fall away, let your life fall away.

not better than you, no one gets me like you do.

“he’s incredible, treats me very well” you turn your nose up in the air, speaking anything and everything to make him believe that you were alright without him, but as always, jimin sees right through you, he hums before leaning his chin on your shoulder and sucking in a breath, that has your knees bucking.

“does he, now?” you nodded, but the rest of your body was so still, you didn’t know if you were still breathing or not.

then, he wrapped his arms around your abdomen, pulled you flush against him, “this is how he held you, isn’t it?” you didn’t answer, “and how much time did he ask for? two minutes?” he laughed again, a sick kind of laugh that you had never heard from jimin before.

“what does he have that i don’t, love? what is it?” he mumbles into your neck, lips flush against your skin and you can’t hold the shiver that passes through you, there’s a daze that dances around you, a weight that holds your eyes down as his hands play with your skin, but you know what you two don’t have.

time. i have time, time that isn’t running out right in front of my eyes, time that doesn’t keep me up at night.

nothing, he has nothing compared to jimin.

“i will let you go only because i know you will kill him one day, and i know where you’ll be once you wash his blood away,” he steps back, leaving you with an ocean of air and a whirlpool room, it takes you a minute to come back to the world.

“actually, he will kill me,” you say finally, jimin turns around from picking his bag up, “i told him, if the warning comes, to kill me.” that decision made you feel lightweight, you would finally be rid of the system, this world, everything once things with wooseok fizzle.

you hadn’t conjured jimin’s reaction, you hadn’t put too much thought into it but a body-shaking laughter wasn’t what you expected at all.

he was bent with hands on his knees, laugh after laugh tumbling out of his mouth as he gasped for breath and you stood there, feeling unsure, humiliated and embarrassed.

and so so naked.

“what’s so funny, jimin?” he held a hand up, steadied himself with a wide grin on his face as he wiped a happy tear from the corner of his eyes, “what’s funny, love, is that you really think you will let him kill you, that is just hilarious.”

you grow red at his words as a wave of shame threatens to shake you off balance, “you know nothing about me, i’ve done enough, i’ve killed enough-“

“and you will do it again.” he says, a hint of a smirk still on his face.

i would.

i wouldn’t.

would i?

you are taken back to all the faces that you had forgotten after they died, keith, the old man, the woman, the memories that died with them, somewhere in you, you had always waited to kill some of them, even if you tried to tell yourself that you didn’t, everyone except jimin, didn’t exist in your head anymore.

“you have n-no idea what you are talking about,” you couldn’t believe that somehow jimin had figured this part of you out, you felt nauseous that he knew the worst parts of you.

“i am the only one who knows, because you loved me most, you loved me like you loved nothing else, you still do and that didn’t stop you from putting a bullet in me, did it?” he clicked on the elevator door as you hurried to catch up to him, stomping after him to prove him wrong, to tell him he had it all wrong but you have no words that are truthful to defend yourself.

i loved you like the soil loves water, like children love lollipops, like waves love the shore, i love you with all of me.

but i killed you and i cried.

i killed you.

you shoved yourself into the elevator with him, chest heaving, mind light and heavy, arms so tired but shaking with restrained anger and he looks at you with, was it pity?

“then, why chase after me if i am so vile?” you scream in his direction, a layer of you was peeled and left to bleed now, you had no idea how to stop it.

your phone buzzed and flashed red.

jimin’s phone buzzed and flashed red.

you look at each other, raw fear flashing just for a second before relaxing, isn’t this what you wanted, anyway?

your third and final warning.

“because i love you too much to care about myself and i’m the only one who can handle it, i’m the only one who would die for you.” he says with conviction, as if it was something he had rehearsed, something he had to repeat to himself. he turns his phone away and tucks it into his pocket.

you wanted to say, i love you too, and i know you’re the only one but the elevator doors open and you’re shoved into the darkness of the parking space, where wooseok stood, hands waving and a bright smile.

“save him and come back to me,” jimin whispers as he leans to give you the shortest, sweetest, most painful kiss on your temple before he’s sending you on your way and stepping back.

wooseok traps you in his arms and spins you around, pure joy radiating off him and you can only gulp and try to smile, “ready for our dinner?” he squeezes your arms with a breathtaking smile, and it takes everything in you to not vomit at his feet.

you nod, he grins and whips around to open the car door for you.

you look back to see jimin, in the elevator, just when the doors start to close, he mouths ‘till next time’ and a slow smirk grows on his face as he disappears behind the metal and you are sure you’ve left your heart in there.

“let’s go,” you sit in the car and watch out the window as it rains again, soft music plays from the radio and your body is rigid, tight, too painful to move and wooseok notices it, he reaches over, brushes your thighs with his rough so rough hands and soothes you with his words.

your phone buzzes in your lap and your heart jumps to your throat.

wooseok’s eyes turn down in sadness and you want to reach over, hold his cheeks and tell him, i love you, even if you don’t mean it but you don’t move a muscle. misunderstanding your silence, he slows the car and his phone flashes red as well, he sighs, eyes so sad, eyes lined with tears and you don’t feel anything.

it hurts that you feel as empty as a shell.

“i’ll keep my promise, i’ll give you a painless end” he mumbles softly, kissing the back of your hands and your feet start to tingle at the guilt that numbs you.

you act as if you are going to cup his face, he leans in with soft eyes and rough hands, you give a sharp tug to the steering wheel and the vehicle fastens towards a nearby tree.

you, so desperately wanted jimin to be wrong but as wooseok’s lifeless face stared back at you, you knew he was right.

you got out of the car, littered with a couple cuts and a lanky step, and walk towards the only place that belongs to you, the only place that you knew would welcome you back with snide smirks and silence and love, so much love, home.

your home.

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‘eliminate!’

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‘successful!’

For the scenario game: When he wonders how he landed you

⨽ pairing: jimin x reader

⨽ genre: fluff

⨽ warnings: none

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part of the scenario game

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Jimin fell to the floor. "Good job, guys. You can take a break," the choreographer said, and they tiredly cheered. "Dang, this routine is no joke," Hoseok said as he rolled over to grab his water bottle.

"I hope ARMY will like it," Jungkook said, and they all agreed. "Damn. You guys must've worked hard," they all looked at the opened door to see you standing there, holding a plastic bags.  "Hi baby," Jimin tiredly greeted you with a small wave.

"What you have there?" Jin asked as you walked in and placed the plastics in a corner. "I figured you guys would've been hungry after practice, so I went out to get something to eat and drink," all their ears perked up.

Suddenly, they all regained energy as they stood up and rushed to the plastic bags causing you to laugh.

As they all grabbed a lunchbox, Jimin made his way to you, wanting to greet you with a hug, but you pushed him away. "Ew~ I don't want to hug your sweaty body!" you joked, causing him to playfully roll his eyes. "Just come here," he said, and you pulled into a hug either way.

"Thank you for bringing food," he whispered before placing a kiss on your forehead.

"Thank you y/n!" Taehyung and Jungkook said as they dug into their food. "No problem-" the sound of ringing filled the room. You pulled your phone out of your back pocket.

"Hello?" you asked. "Oh shit, I'm so sorry. I was dropping off Food for Jimin and the boys. I'll be there in a bit," you cut the call and gave Jimin a quick peck on his lips. "I gotta go. Jennie needs me to help her pick out baby clothes," you said. You were about to leave when he grabbed you by your wrist.

"Let me walk you out," he said. "I'll be back. No one touches my food," he sent a warning to the members before gently pushing you out of the practice room. "Jimin's so lucky to have y/n," he heard Yoongi say.

"When is Jennie due?" he asked as the two of you made your way to the elevator. "In about a month," you said, and he nodded. "Thanks again for bringing us food. It must've been expensive, I'll give-" you cut him off with a kiss. "Don't worry about it, Jimin," you said. "I'm going on my own from here. Jin might make his way to your food," you joked, and Jimin nodded.

"Stay safe, okay?" he said as he pulled into a hug, and you smiled. "I will. Love you," you said. "Love you too," he whispered. You walked into the elevator and waved as the door closed. Once the doors closed and you were on your way down, Jimin broke into a smile.

"Sometimes... I wonder how I even landed you," he said to himself. He truly means it. You were kind, caring, supportive, understanding, smart- absolutely perfect. "But I'm glad I did."

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when he misses you

⨽ pairing: jimin x reader

⨽ genre: fluff

⨽ warnings: a bit on the short side

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part of the scenario game

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"Come on... pick up," Jimin whined. "Jimin, maybe she's busy," Taehyung said, and Jimin sent him a playful glare. "What do you want, Jimin?" he heard your raspy voice from the phone. "Why does your voice sound like that?" Jimin asked.

"Well I just woke up," you said. "Did I wake you up?" Jimin asked, and Taehyung slapped the back of his head. "Hey! What was that for?" he asked as he rubbed his head. "Seriously? It's obvious you woke her up," Taehyung said, causing you to laugh.

"Hello Taehyung," you greeted, causing Jimin to gasp dramatically. "So the first thing I get is a 'what do you want' and he gets a nice hello?" Jimin said, and Taehyung he's tongue out to him.

"He's not annoying," you stated, and Jimin let out a whine. "Hey, but I'm your boyfriend, not him," Jimin said. "I know you're my boyfriend Jimin. He's just less annoying," you joked.

"I called you to tell you I miss you, and here you are, preferring your boyfriend's best friend over him," he huffed, and both you and Taehyung let out a laugh.

"Let me tell you I'm the reason you two are together," Taehyung said with a matter-of-fact tone.

"Yeah, yeah, now leave Taehyung. I'd like to speak to my lover alone," Jimin said, and Taehyung cringed. "Gladly because I know things are about to cringey as shit." "Bye y/n!" he says before exiting the room.

"He's going to be worse than you once he has his own partner," you said, and Jimin hummed in agreement.

"I'm sorry for waking you up," he said. "It's fine. I was going to wake up soon anyway," you said. "I just wanted to tell you I miss you," he said and smiled.

"I miss you too, Jimin," you replied. "Next time we go on tour, I'll ask our manager if I bring you with," he stated, and you let out a chuckle. "What's funny about that? I'm being serious right now!" he exclaimed.

"You're too cute Park Jimin," you said. "I need to go and shower Jimin. I'll talk to you later," you said, and the sound of shuffling from your side.

"Okay then, I'll talk to you later, Love you," he said, and you smiled. "Love you too," and you ended the call.

"Hyung!" Jimin called for one of his hyungs. "Yeah?" Jin answered from where he was in the hotel room. "When are we go going home?" he asked. "Next week I think! Why?" "Nothing!"

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when his daughter throws a tantrum; y/n is (whichever member)'s best friend

⨽ pairing: jimin x reader (platonic)

⨽ genre: fluff

⨽ warnings: none that i can think of

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last part of the scenario game

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"Park Sooyoung!" Jimin exclaimed as he watched his 1-year-old daughter swat her plate of food to the floor. Sooyoung was once again refusing to eat her food. Jimin let out a tired sigh as she began hysterically crying after. "No... why are you crying this time?" he asked her, despite knowing that the little girl would not respond.

Sooyoung started banging her small little hands against the table of her feeding chair. Jimin frowned and slowly got her out of the chair. "Sshh, stop crying Soo, you're okay..." he whispered as he gently began petting her back, trying to get her to calm down.

Unfortunately, her cries only grew louder. "Why are you making such a noise? Daddy's right here," he said softly, trying once again to get her to quiet down.  

You had welcomed yourself into his apartment with your spare key since you knew Jimin wouldn't hear your knocks due to the painful cries of his daughter.

"Jimin?" you said and Jimin looked at you with an evident upset expression on his face. "Help me," he mouthed and you nodded. You went to the sink and washed your hands before making your way back to him.

You gestured to him to put her in your arms. Jimin nodded and slowly put the crying baby in your embrace. "Now, now, Soo, stop crying okay?" you said and gently pat her back. "Jimin, put some food for again and then I'll try feed once I get her to calm down," you explained.

"Ssshhh, there... why were you making noise and throwing a tantrum when your daddy was trying to feed you? Huh? He even made your favourite and you decided to waste it," you talked to Sooyoung who was beginning to calm down.

"Why don't you sit in my lap while daddy feeds you, do you think that's better," you said and looked at her face. You looked over at Jimin and gave him a nod.

Making your way to the couch, with the now silent girl in your arms and her beloved farther trialling behind with her new plate of food. You sat her in your lap and Jimin smiled. "Say aaahhh," Jimin said, opening his mouth and Sooyoung did. You wiped her tears as Jimin slowly fed her, spoon by spoon until she was done.

"Thanks, y/n," he said, wiping her messy mouth with her face cloth and you smiled. "No problemo Jimin, she's an angel," you said looking at the now sleeping figure in his arms. "She is, when she isn't hysterically crying," he said causing the two of you to burst out laughing.

"WWAAAHHH" (that's supposed to be soo crying, sorry)

"Uh oh," Jimin said and you chuckled.

"I got it."

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thank you for participating in the game! this is last one :(  

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quote game ! 

this is similar to my scenario game. send me a quote and i’ll try to make a drabble (or even a oneshot) out of it :)

examples: “please stay the night with me” or “this is why i love you”

basically send me a qoute and i guess i’ll create a plot that has that qoute included in it.

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⨽ title: a messy surprise

⨽ summary: you just wanted to surprise him with something sweet, which you do but there’s a bit of a mess included 

⨽ pairing: jimin x hybrid!reader

⨽ genre: fluff

⨽ warnings: none that i can think of

⨽ word count: 698

⨽ a/n: idk what kind of hybrid y/n is, you can decide one that lol. 

"Uh-oh," you said as you looked around the kitchen. You knew Jimin wasn't going to be very happy once he saw the mess you created in the kitchen.

It couldn't be that bad, right?

Well, to begin, the sink was full of dishes. There was flour all over the counter and floor, eggshells and cracked eggs, spilt cake batter, mixing bowls and utensils, all over the kitchen.

You didn't know that baking would cause such a mess.

You only wanted to bake cupcakes to surprise Jimin. To also show him that you were learning something in your classes.

Jimin decided to send you to a baking classing when he saw you gained interest in it. You were always a show about baking. You'd often call him to come and see what the person on the TV made.

"Look, Jimin, the cake looks so good. One day, I'll make one like that but even better!" you'd say.

When Jimin would be making the two of you breakfast or dinner, you'd often point out the things you'd see in the baking videos.

"Look, Jimin, there's flour, just like in the video! There's a mixer too, but yours looks better,"  you'd say.

You looked at your flour-covered self with a frown. When you'd bake during your class, you'd never make a big mess. So why is there such a mess now?

"y/n! I'm home~" Jimin's voice filled your ears, and instead of excitedly running to him, you stood there and whimpered.

"y/n?" You knew he was coming towards the kitchen as his scent grew stronger.

You hung your head low, with your tail in your hands. Afraid of what Jimin’s reaction would be one he stepped foot into the kitchen. 

"y/n- Woah..." Jimin walked into the kitchen to see you standing with your head hung low, surrounded by a mess.

"y/n, what happened?" he asked, and you let out a cry. "I'm sorry, Jimin, I didn't mean to make such a mess. I was just trying to surprise you by making cupcakes, but I just made a mess," you cried.

You expected Jimin to shout, but he let out a laugh instead. "Come here y/n," he said, chuckling. You shuffled towards him, with your still hung low. "Look at me, princess."

You slowly lifted your head to see Jimin looking at you with a smile on his face. He placed his hands on your cheeks wiped your tears.

"I'm not angry with y/n. You did surprise me, though," Jimin, and you cocked your head to the side.

He wasn't angry with you? 

"We can always clean it up y/n, sure it's a big mess, but it's nothing we can't clean. Okay?" Jimin said, and you nodded. He let out another laugh as he ruffled your hair, being careful of your ears.

"Are your cupcakes ready? I would like to give them a try," he said, and you nodded. You made your way to the oven, eager to give Jimin a cupcake. "Your oven gloves, princess," Jimin said, and you nodded before grabbing the oven gloves and slipping them on.

Jimin watched as your smile grew when you saw the cupcakes. He was happy you found something you enjoyed doing. Even if that something made a mess in his kitchen, he didn't mind. As long as it made you happy, he was okay with it.

"Jimin here, try it," you said, handing him a cupcake. "Are you not going to decorate it first?" he asked, taking the cupcake from your hand, and you shook your head. "I'll decorate them after you try one. To see if the rest are good enough to get decorated," you said, and Jimin nodded before taking a bite.

He looked at you with wide eyes. "y/n," he said, and you looked at him worried. "It's delicious," he said, taking another bite.

"Really?" you said, and Jimin nodded. "I'll help you decorate them. Why don't we take them to Taehyung? I'm sure he'll enjoy these too," he said, and you nodded. "I'll make them extra pretty!" you said, causing Jimin to let out a chuckle.

"Okay, but first, let's clean this mess up."

uh yea idk. i swear i get the urge to write at weirdest hours. i wrote this at one a.m. 

hello! if the quite game is still on, can i request smth for "its always my fault" and like, it begins really really angsty but ends in fluff? thank u so much for your time on this! i hope u have a great week💕

⨽ pairing: jimin x reader

⨽ genre: fluff , angst

⨽ warnings: strong language (one swear word i think) , crying (guys, is crying a warning??) y/n feels at fault ( :/ ) , uhh there are mean people with mean comments (?)

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"Really? y/n, again?" Ari asked, pausing the music. "Why can't you get it right?" she asked again.

"We've been stuck on the same part for the past three practices! Three fucking practices! And it's all because of you," she yelled, causing you to flinch.

"Have you even been practising? I thought I asked you to go over it at home so that we won't have to waste time during practice. But here we are, wasting, yet again." she mumbled the last part.

"Let's finish here for today. We'll continue tomorrow. Hopefully, y/n will get this part right so we can move on."

"I really don't understand you. Why'd you even join the dance club? You can barely stay on your feet," Jae snickered. "Right? How do you have the courage to keeping here? Do you enjoy embarrassing yourself?" Nari said. "Just quit and find something else to do. It's your fault we're stuck on this part anyway. Showing yourself out would do us a real favour," she whispered before walking out.

You stood there with your head hung low. You could hear the whispers of the other girls. Some were laughing at you, as usual, while others were whispering encouraging words, telling you it was okay.

Once everyone had left the practice room, you fell to the floor, letting the tears you were struggling to hold back fall. Anyone could come back into the practice room and witness you in this horrible state, but you didn't care.

You were tired of getting scolded in front of all members. You were tired of feeling as if everything was your fault.

"Why'd you even join the dance club? You can barely stay on your feet."

You recalled Jae's words. She was right, you weren't the best dancer, and you knew that, but you kept coming to practice in the hope that you'd improve and become a better dancer. But were you really improving? You kept making mistakes and messing up the choreography.

You were slowing down the others in the process.

Maybe everything was your fault.

"I heard that you're in here- y/n?" you looked in the mirror to see your boyfriend standing at the door. "y/n, y/n, baby, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Jimin asked, rushing towards and sitting next to you.

You sobbed into your hands. "I keep making the same mistakes over and over again, Jimin," you said. "It's okay to make mistakes. I'm sure the others are making mistakes too," he said, pulling you into his embrace, stroking your head as you cried into his shoulder.

"But it's not the same. Their mistakes don't stop us from continuing the choreography. Mine do," you said. "It's my fault that we're stuck on this part. Whenever we're stuck on a specific part in the choreography, it's always my fault, Jimin. It's always my fault," you whispered the last part, and Jimin let out a sigh.

Jimin placed his hand on your head and lifted your head from his shoulder. You started at your hands, and Jimin softly smiled. "Look at me y/n," he said, placing both his hands on your cheeks.

Your eyes met with his, and he smiled, wiping your tears. "It's not your fault, y/n," he said. "It's not your fault, baby. You just need more practice than the others, and that's totally okay. Everyone moves at their own pace," he said.

"How about this. I'll help you practice, hm? Show me where you're stuck, and I'll help you get it right. No matter how many times you mess up, I'll help you until you get it right," he said, giving you a soft smile. "Okay?" he asked, and you nodded. "Okay."

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You showed Jimin a video of the choreography you and your members were learning. You pointed out all the parts you were struggling to get right, and he went over each one with you.

"Don't worry, you've almost got it." "There you go. You're getting the hang of it." He'd say, encouraging you to continue each time you felt like giving up.

You were so grateful to have someone as supportive as Jimin.

You danced and danced for hours, perfecting each and every move. Jimin stayed and danced with you, not leaving you alone for a minute.

"y/n..." Jimin said, stopping you. You looked at him through the mirror, afraid you made a mistake again. "You did it, baby," he said, flashing you the biggest smile. Your eyes widened. "I did?" you asked, and he nodded.

"You did it, and you've seemed to master the whole routine too! You're going to be ahead of the others now," he said, and you couldn't help but smile.

You ran into his arms, catching him by surprise. "Thank you so much for helping me, baby." You thanked, tightly wrapping your arms around him. "You don't have to thank me, I was more than happy to help-" you cut him off by placing your lips on his.

Jimin tightened his hold around your waist. He slowly closed his eyes and hummed in response, enjoying the feeling of your soft lips against his.

"Thank you," you said once you pulled away from the kiss. "I'm just... I'm so happy that I got it right. And it's all thanks to you," you said.

Jimin sheepishly smiled. "No, it's not," he whispered before lowering your body to the ground.

"Would you like to go over the choreography one more time?" he asked, and you shook your head. "I'll go over it tomorrow before practice. Right now, all I want to do is go to your apartment and spend the night with you. Doing whatever you want, since you spent so much time helping me with this. Would you like that?" you asked.

Jimin nodded before placing his lips on yours.

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high sorry if this isn't angsty, i'm not the best at writing angst :(

i think this is the most detailed request i’ve gotten so far lol

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quote game ||  send me a quote/prompt and i’ll try to make a drabble (or even a oneshot) out of it :) 

status: open! || send your request here

→ jimin

“it’s always my fault” 

"you're finally home"

“you’re cute when you blush”

“but am i not important too?”

→ taehyung

“are you jealous” 

“i wish you knew just how much i love you” 

“i wish you could see yourself the way i see you” 

“i’ll take care of you”... “so let me, please” 

→ jungkook

“you’re allowed to fall apart a little”

“that’s my shirt isn’t it” / “is that my shirt?”

“you’re perfect for me”

“what?” “nothing, i just love you” 

“are you jealous”

hello !! here’s a prompt for your quote game “you’re finally home” i’m not sure if you take boy requests for this too but i’d love it for jimin, but you can do any member you’d like :)) thank you !!

⨽ pairing: hybrid!jimin x reader

⨽ genre: fluff

⨽ warnings: none that i can think of

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Jimin sat on the couch, switching his gaze from the clock on the wall to the door. “She’s normally home by now,” he mumbled to himself.

A normal night in your house went like this. You’d be home by now. The moment you’d open the door, Jimin’s arms would be wrapped around you. You’d laugh and hug him back, placing a kiss on his head, causing him to purr in delight. Then the two of you would eat dinner and watch some tv, cuddling on the couch.

Jimin frowned. You were late, and he was beginning to feel hungry. Jimin knew how to cook, but he didn’t like to eat dinner without you.

He enjoyed watching you cook. You looked so cute as you hummed your favourite songs while chopping some vegetables. He loved how whenever he’d offer to help, you’d smile and shake your head. He loved seeing you smile, it made him feel warm and happy. He unconsciously smiled as he thought about you and the things you did.

The way you’d pet him every time he helped you with something, or how you’d gently play with his ears as he laid his head in your lap while you worked. How you’d giggle as he wrapped his tail around your waist when you were in public, finding his protectiveness quite cute. Or how you’d kiss his scars, reassuring him everything was okay whenever he felt anxious or when he began to worry.

The sound of his grumbling tummy snapped him out of his thoughts, and he frowned again. “I should cook. y/n might be too tired to cook anyway,” he said to himself before making his way to the kitchen.

He opened a cabinet and pulled out a cookbook. “Today, I’ll make something different,” he whispered to himself with a smile.

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Jimin smiled as he opened the lid of the pot to check if everything was cooking well. He let out a satisfied sigh as the smell of delicious food filled his nose.

“I want y/n to come soon, hopefully, she can take a taste test before it’s done,” he said, remembering how every time she cooked, she’d let Jimin have a taste before it’s ready.

Jimin perked his ears as he could hear the sound of keys fitting into the lock. “She’s home!” he exclaimed and quickly made his way towards the door. “y/n’s home, she’s home, y/n’s home” he chanted excitedly, waiting for the door to open.

Once the door had opened, and Jimin caught a glimpse of your figure, he threw his arms around you, pulling you into a rather tight embrace. “Jimin… you’re hugging me too tight,” you can barely speak. Jimin loses his hold around you, not letting you go completely. “Hi, y/n,” he mumbles into the crook of your neck.

“Hi, Jimin,” you greet in return, running your fingers through his soft hair. “Why are you so late,” he asks, and you let out a sigh. “I had to do some extra work today, I didn’t expect it to take that long. Sorry Jimin,” you apologise, and he shakes his head, placing a quick peck on your neck. “It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re finally home.” he let out a soft sigh as you began to scratch the base of his ears.

“Me too, Minnie, me too.”

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hii anon, thank you for the request hope you liked it :)  idk what hybrid he is lol, i think he should be a cat hybrid lol

also happy early birthday to jimin !!! (it’s still the 12th rn) i just love him sm.

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quote game - "you're cute when you blush" jimin or taehyung please :)

⨽ pairing: jimin x reader (soulmate!au)

⨽ genre: fluff

⨽ warnings: none that i can think of :)

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You let out a sigh as you averted your attention from the book you were reading to look out the window. Doing this was the norm for you. Sitting in a small cafe, enjoy your cup of coffee or tea while reading a book.

You sadly smiled as you watched the many couples and happy families walk past. You envied them. They were able to find their soulmates or were able to find the ones they wanted to be with for the rest of their lives. You looked at the small tattoo on your wrist, wishing you had found your soulmate.

Finding your soulmate wasn't easy, not when the thing that tied them to you was a small matching tattoo of their name on any part of their body, most commonly on their wrist.

The only indication that you got when you've met your soulmate was when that tattoo glowed. It would shine when you would've locked eyes with them.

For someone like you, it wasn't the best way to find your soulmate. You weren't a big fan of eye contact. In fact, you hated it.

"Caramel macchiato for Park Jimin, and __ y/n!" a worker called, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You got up from your chair and made your way to the cashier. You looked at the cups and frowned. They were two different sizes, and you suddenly forgot what side you had ordered. You weren't sure if you had requested the large or the regular.

"Mine's the large one," the man next to you chuckled. You nodded and picked up both, handing him the large. "Thanks." He said, taking the coffee from you.

"Your name's y/n, right?" he asked, and you nodded, staring at the cup you were holding in your hand. "For some reason, your name seems familiar," he said, your eyebrows to raise. You raised your head to look at him. "Do you-" you cut yourself off once you locked eyes with him.

The sudden bright light coming from your wrist caused you to gasp in surprise. The man rolled up his sleeve, looking at the glowing name on his forearm.

"Oh my gosh, Maria, they're soulmates!" You heard a cashier squeal as she witnessed the scene unfold in front of her.

Once the names were back to normal, you looked back at the man. He was already looking at you with a smile. "That's why your name sounded familiar."

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"So... tell me a little about yourself?" Jimin asked you, starting a conversation. "I'm your average struggling student who likes to spend her time in cafes enjoying a cup of tea or coffee while reading a book," you said, not looking up from the book on the table.

"I major in Art and Literature, so it's either I'm always drawing or always reading, one of the two," you said with a soft chuckle. "I also spend my time in libraries, reading again. Wow, I just realised I do a lot of reading."

Jimin chuckled. "I read a bit too, so hopefully we can sit together and read," he said, and you smiled. Throughout the conversation, you avoided his gaze. Looking at everything except him. "What do you major in?" "I major in Design and Technology and take Dance as my second major."

You only nodded, taking a sip of your coffee. "You don't like eye contact do you?" he suddenly asked, catching you by surprise. "I mean, you've been looking everywhere except at me, not that I have a problem with it or anything. It's just easy to pick up."

You were slightly embarrassed. "Yeah, I'm not a big fan of eye contact." "That's okay. I wasn't a fan of it either. But I find it cute how you're trying so hard to avoid looking at me." Your eyes widened at his comment.

He wasn't wrong. You wanted to sit there and admire him, but your anxiety wasn't letting you. "It's okay. You can look at me all you want. I'm yours, after all."

You snuck a quick glance at him, your cheeks beginning to turn red. Jimin let out another laugh causing your cheeks to turn redder. You just wanted to run away and hide.

"Stop laughing! It's not funny," you whined, and he only laughed harder.

"You're cute when you blush," he commented, beginning to admire the red that was spreading across your cheeks.

You were happy you had finally met your soulmate. You finally had someone who would make your world brighter. "I'm glad I met you today, Jimin."

"Me too."

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sorry for taking long to respond to your requests. i’ve been studying for my final exams and stuff.

i’m sorry if this isn’t as good as my other work. i took a mini break from writing at some point so yeaaaaa :/

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⨽ title: notes

⨽ summary: one day, you find a note in your locker, from someone who seems to have gained an interest in you

⨽ pairing: jimin x reader

⨽ genre: fluff  

⨽ warnings: i guess his actions could be considered creepy, soft yandere (?) idk stalker-ish behaviour

⨽ word count: 837

⨽ a/n: i don’t know i feel about this. i might make this a mini series or i might just delete it idk 

There he sat, writing the first letter he would give to the girl of his dreams. He knew he should have written it earlier, but he was too busy with his assignments. It was around midnight, and he knew he needed to wake up early. He needed to put this in her locker before she arrived at school.

He knew that she came to school quite early. She was good a student who was always on time.

He smiled to himself as he continued to write his letter. All the time he spent observing her from a distance or following her around campus to find out where she liked to spend most of her time was worth it.

Just as he completed writing the last sentence, he went over what he'd written to make sure there were no errors. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect.

And once he was satisfied, he folded the note into the shape of a heart and put it in his bag.

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The boy arrived on campus on time. He knew the girl wouldn't be on campus for another half an hour. Even though he had quite some time, he made his way to her locker. It was locked, but there was nothing to worry about, he knew the code.

He had managed to catch the code when you were putting your books away. He punched in the code.

*951013* beep! beep!

The door slightly opened itself, and he smiled. He could tell the locker was hers, just by how messy it was inside. The boy decided to help and organise it. He had some time to waste anyway.

He looked at the many books and things she had in her locker. There were books for her majors, notebooks, an open bag that feminine products like pads and panty liners, hand cream, perfume, wet wipes and other stuff. While he was organising the books, he also came across a light blue hoodie. He had seen her wear it a few times.

The boy brought it up to his nose and breathed in, taking a whiff of her scent. She smelt amazing. He smiled and folded the hoodie, placing it next to the pile of books. He put the things that were out of place back into the bag and zipped it up.

He looked at the now organised locker with a smile on his face.

Remembering the reason he was at her locker in the first place, he took the heart-shaped note out of his backpack.

"Should I write her name on the front? She might mistake it for a random piece of paper..."  he mumbled and took out a pen, and he began to scribble on it.

"To y/n from PJM."

"You ready for this week y/n?" you shook your head. "Of course not. The professors are extra generous when it comes to giving us work. Where are we going to find time to study for the upcoming test with all this work?" you groaned, causing your friend to let out. "So I guess even people who major in art are getting it hard,"  she said, and you rolled your eyes. "You think?" you said.

"I gotta meet up with some people in my business class. We have a group assignment we need to work on." Saemi said, and you nodded. "Alright, Sae, see you later," you responded. She waved before disappearing amongst the many students walking around.

You looked through your backpack and took out your supplies bag. You weren't going to need it until later, so you decided that leaving it in your locker would be best.

You arrived at your locker and punched in your code. You opened your door and frowned. Your locker was organised, and you don't remember doing it. Maybe Saemi decided to do it for you? But she wasn't the type to do something like this.

You noticed a heart-shaped piece of paper labelled: "To y/n from PJM." Your frown deepened, someone else had been in your locker, and you didn't like that.

You picked up the piece of paper and opened it.

The note read:

"Hello y/n, you're reading one of the many letters you're going to receive. I know that these days, very few people use letters to communicate with each other. I'm one of those few who still use this way simply because I'm too shy to speak to you.

I've spoken to you before. You had asked to borrow a pen from me in one of your lectures. And that was the first interaction I had with you. We've had a few more interactions, but they were all little. And you probably don't even remember them, but I do.

I wish I could tell you more. More about each time we’ve talked, or how beautiful I think you are but writing is a lot of work, you know?  Hopefully, I'll gain the courage to speak to you in person, face to face. 

But for now, you'll know me as the guy who puts letters in your locker."

At the end of the letter, were the initials you saw on the front.

PJM

hi, this is for the quote game.

"but am i not important too?" w/ any boy. i really don't mind :) ty!

⨽ pairing: mafia!jimin x reader (f)

⨽ genre: established relationship au , hurt/comfort au , hint of angst (i think)

⨽ warnings: strong language , crying (again, is that even a warning?)

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You peeped into Jimin's office through the crack in the half-open door. You were unsure of whether to walk away or go in.

Your boyfriend hadn't been in a good mood for the past couple of days, and you were afraid you were going to make it worse. He did chase you out when you tried to talk to him yesterday...

But, you really wanted to see him. In fact, you hadn't seen him outside of his office ever since that day. You remember how shocked you were to see an angry Jimin stomping out of his office and screaming on the phone.

You weren't entirely sure what went wrong, but from what you could make out, something went horribly wrong with Jimin's business, and he's been trying to fix it.

Letting out a sigh, you decided to try your luck and go in.

"Jimin..." you softly said as you closed the door behind you. A frown formed on your face when you received no response. Your boyfriend was too busy typing away on his computer.

Did he even notice you came in?

"Jimin?" You said a bit louder as you made your way to his table. "Jimin-"

"What is it?!" He suddenly said, causing you to flinch in surprise. "I'm busy, y/n, what do you want?"

"I... I just wanted to see how you were doing. I haven't seen you step out of your office, and I miss you... It's been days, Jimin." You slowly stepped closer to his table. "Don't you want to take a break? How about we get some food or-"

"No, y/n! I told you I'm busy. I don't have time for that. I've got important things to focus on," he said, not bothering to look up from his computer, and you let out a sigh.

"Oh... okay. I'll just bring you something to eat, then." You didn't want to make it any worse. So after giving a little bow of apology, you disappeared to your shared bedroom.

For the fifth night, the bed was cold, and you went to sleep without him by your side.

The following morning you tried again, hoping work would've eased and Jimin would finally have time to step out of his office and spend time with you.

It had almost been a week. Surely whatever was going on would've died down a bit, right?

Wrong.

When you walked into his office, Jimin didn't spare you a glance and kept his eyes glued to his computer. But at least he somewhat acknowledged your presence this time.

"What is it this time?" Jimin grumbled.

"I just want to talk..." you told him. Your boyfriend closed his eyes and let out a sigh. "How many times do I have to tell, y/n... I'm busy. I've got important things to focus on!"

Your eyes cast to the floor. "I know... but am I not important too?"

And that's when Jimin finally decided to look at you. "What?" He whispered. You let out a soft sigh and gulped as you tried to prevent your tears from falling.

"Am I not important too? Jimin... it's been almost a week since I've seen you step out of here. It's almost been a week since we've hugged, kissed or done anything together."

"I don't know much about what's going on in your mafia world, and I tried to give you space so you can work, but I miss you... Every time I tried to talk to you, just to check in on you, you'd chase me out and tell me that you had important things to focus on."

And then you asked him once again. "But am I not important to you too, Park Jimin?"

Jimin hadn't realised how much he had been neglecting you for the past six days. "Oh my Gosh, I'm so sorry, baby."

There he was.

"I'm so so sorry," he immediately got up before making his way towards you and pulling you into his embrace. "I'm so fucking sorry for how I've been acting. Of course, you're important to me."

"It's okay, Jimin... I-I don't mind you wanting to focus on your work but please-" Jimin hate to see you cry. And he hated it, even more, knowing it was because of him you were crying. "Shhh, don't worry. I won't do it again. Ever."

"Promise?" You asked, lifting your head off his shoulder. Jimin placed his hands on your cheeks and nodded as he whipped your tears. He gave you a quick peck on your lips and smiled.

"How about we do whatever you wanted to do, hm?"

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hi. it's been a while since i've done a request and sorry for making you wait! (also sorry for the shitty ending)

hope you like it though <3

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⨽ title: cherry balm

⨽ summary: you start using a new lip balm and jimin loves the taste.

⨽ pairing: jimin x reader

⨽ genre: fluff, established relationship

⨽ warnings: kissing

⨽ word count: 891

⨽ a/n: if you cringe towards the end forgive me. writing kissing scenes is a struggle for me lol.

There was a soft smile on Jimin's face as he watched you move around his kitchen. 

"Where do you keep your big bowls again?" You asked as you closed another cupboard. 

"In the bottom cupboard to your left," he said, and you hummed in response before opening it and taking out a bowl. 

He loved days like this. Days where'd you decide to come to his place and spend the night. 

"What're you making?" he asked as you began to set the ingredients on the counter. 

"Chocolate chip cookies," you told him. "I don't think I've made them for you before."

"You haven't," he said, getting up from the bar stool and making his way to the island. "Do you want me to help with anything?"

"Remember what happened the last time you lent me a hand?" You asked, pouring flour into a measuring cup. 

The last time you were here, you made cupcakes. 

What started off as playfully putting flour on each other's noses and cheeks turned into you being covered in flour. 

"I don't want to clean up a mess like that again..." he chuckled. "I promise this time I'm going to behave."

"I'll let you help me put them into trays," you smiled, causing him to playfully pout. 

"Please?" He asked, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your shoulder. 

"I won't be able to move properly like this, Jimin," you huffed, trying to get the man off you. "I said you can help me put them in the trays. I'll even let you try the batter."

He only hummed in response before burying his head in the crook of your neck. 

One thing Jimin loved about you was your love for vanilla. It was your favourite scent and flavour. 

The majority of the baked goods you made were vanilla, and almost everything you used smelled like vanilla. You shampoo, your body wash, your perfumes, everything. 

Jimin's favourite was your lip balm. God, how he loved the Oh So Heavenly vanilla lip balm you used. 

"Do you want a chocolate chip?" You asked, popping one into your mouth and humming at the taste. 

Jimin lifted his head and nodded, opening his mouth and saying: "Ah."

You smiled before popping two into his mouth. "You know you could learn to make these if you just focused on what I was doing. So you don't always have to wait for me to come over for you to have something baked."

"Even if I learnt... I don't think they'd taste as good as yours," he sighed, letting go of you. 

"You'll be using the same recipe, so they'd definitely taste like mine," you said. "Here, you can taste the batter and tell me how it is."

You handed Jimin a teaspoon of the batter. "Please tell me if it's too sweet."

When Jimin put the teaspoon in his mouth, his eyes widened at the taste. "If this is how the batter tastes like this, I can't wait for the cookies."

"Is it too sweet or not?" You asked, taking the spoon and tossing it in the sink. 

"It tastes just fine to me," he smiled, giving you a quick kiss. 

"Don't kiss me when you have batter on your lips," you whined, licking your lips. 

"I can't see my lips," he chuckled, licking his lips to get the batter off. 

Jimin's face turned in confusion as he licked his lips again. 

Something was different, and he couldn't put his finger on it. 

"It's off," you told him, walking to the oven to get the tray. 

"Baby," he said, and you hummed. "Can you kiss me again?"

"In the kitchen?" you asked with a frown, placing the tray on the counter. 

"Relax," Jimin told you, knowing how you felt about being intimate in the kitchen. You were okay with hugs and pecks but nothing more. "I'm just asking for a kiss. Nothing more."

"Fine," you huffed before walking to him and kissing him again. 

Jimin's hands made their way around your waist and pulled you closer when your lips landed on his again. 

They were still sweet with the taste of chocolate from the chocolate chip batter. But instead of your sweet bubble balm, he could faintly taste something new. He wasn't sure what flavour this was he loved it. 

Jimin suddenly lifted you up onto the counter, causing you to gasp. With your lips parted, he slipped his tongue inside your mouth. 

He stood between your legs, a hand in your hair as you continued to kiss him. 

"You changed your lip balm," he breathed when you eventually pulled away, your bodies still close. 

"Yeah," you whispered, catching your breath. "I couldn't find another vanilla bubble balm, so I had to get something else. Does it taste weird?"

"Not at all," he told you. "What flavour is it?"

You unconsciously licked your bottom lip. "I think it's cherry."

"Cherry?" he asked, lips brushing against yours, and you hummed in response. "Keep using it for a while."

And his lips were pressed against yours again. He wasn't sure if it was because he was different compared to what he was used to, but the taste of your lips was almost intoxicating. 

He couldn't think about anything other than how he really hoped you'd use this cherry balm for a while. 

Internally this is me right now...

Headcannon No. 4

A good shower can change your whole mood.

You sighed, rubbing the day's weary ache out of your bones with lavender scented lotion in circular pattern, making quick work of moving across the flesh of your thighs. You moved up your body, fingers digging into your torso and up between your breasts-

"Can I do that?"

You froze, looking up suddenly. Jimin had a vacant, heady expression on his face, unfocused eyes staring blankly at your skin. At first glance, he seemed frustrated with you, almost overwhelmingly irritated. You frowned, staring at him with a confused tilt to your eyebrows.

"What? I'm just putting on lotion," You asked, hand suspended in the air with a thick puddle of cream pooled in the center of your palm.

"Yeah, exactly," He mumbled, stepping closer, "Can I do that?"

"You wanna rub my lotion in for me?" You asked slowly, your brain slow to catch up.

He stepped towards you, a shaky breath releasing slowly from his full, rose colored lips. He nodded, reaching out a hand towards you, "Please?"

You snapped your eyes up to his, keening at the round, hopeful expression he wore. He looked like a puppy pleading to be played with, to be indulged for even just a moment.

"Sure," You said softly, holding your hand out towards him.

placebo sneak peek? Dying for jimin

*subject to change bc im the most indecisive person ever*

Pulling you into the hallway, he scanned your face. Hoping to find the words to begin to explain himself. Instead he got lost in your eyes. Your pretty, fucking gorgeous eyes that transfixed him like hypnosis. Eyes that said so much so loud, and yet he was dying to hear them.

He couldn’t think straight.

So he kissed you.

Lips gliding against yours drawn like magnets. The sweet taste of your supple lips giving him indescribable comfort. Because frankly he was emotional. He was a mess and he was falling apart. He hurt you, and he was so aware of it it was killing him inside. He wanted to make you hate him. Wanted to be everything you assumed he was but when you got too close he couldn’t help but want to fix everything.

You would forgive him. And he wanted to be mad about it, but truly he was relieved. He didn’t want to disappoint you—but why?

You kissed him back, surprisingly. His hands cupped your face strongly, forehead tilted against yours—your back to the wall. He kissed you long and hard. Like your touch was all he needed to survive.

Maybe it was.

I’m so fucking sorry. Is what he would have liked to say. The whole room seemed to be spinning, but all Jimin could see was you. The conflicted look in your eyes as though there were a million tiny thoughts in your head, all at once and all he wanted was to get inside. To figure you out. Every part of him wanted to hold you. To assure you that he would never hurt you, but truthfully he wasn’t sure he believed it himself.

“You disgust me”

What?

Jimin stared at you, stunned. Your words were sharp. Like needles piercing into his veins.

“Let go of me, I’m done”

Plot twist | pjm

⏤ pairing: jimin x female reader

⏤ genre: friends with benefits, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, fluff, and smut

⏤ rating: 18+

⏤ warnings: mention of sex, swearing, pet names, dom!jimin, big cock!jimin, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, hickeys, and creampie

⏤ words: 1,726

⏤ summary: jimin loves you more than you’ll ever know, and you love him more than you’ll ever show. what a tragedy.

⏤ author’s note: for this second drabble of the drabbles series, i decided to spice it up with smut. this one is a little shorter but i believe it’s enough. i’m honestly super excited for the upcoming drabbles as i’m super inspired for all of them & being on holidays definitely helps since i’m fully rested. let me know what you think of this drabble & love you all ❤️

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It wasn’t a secret that you and Jimin were friends with benefits, but the sexual tension between you was tremendous.

The two of you were constantly flirting with each other as well as having sex at any time and anywhere. Jimin’s roommate, Taehyung, basically doesn’t live in his apartment anymore since you’re always in his room, moaning like a beast. He wished he never heard his closest friends having sex, but in some way, it didn’t come as a surprise to him.

Taehyung, Jimin, and you have grown up together. The three of you have always shared a deep connection and a timeless friendship. However, between you and Jimin, things slowly grew more complicated with time. When you both hit puberty and hormones got added to the mix, none of you was able to look at the other as ‘simple’ friends. There was more than that.

It was obvious to everyone around you, except for the two of you.

With time, things between you started to escalate to the point where none of you was able to handle all this pent-up sexual tension. A couple of months ago, after a movie night with Jimin, you ended up having sex on the couch. Thankfully, Taehyung isn’t aware of it otherwise he would have never sat again on that couch. But instead of talking and confessing the true nature of your feelings, both you and Jimin opted to keep going with the fucking sessions as if it’s a normal thing between best friends.

Since there are years of repressed tension, you basically fuck all the time and everywhere. Jimin can’t ever keep his hands to himself, always needing to touch you in any kind of way. He’s also so used to having you constantly around him that a life without you by his side seems empty. So damn empty that he wouldn’t know what to do.

Obviously, Jimin has developed a crush on you throughout his teenage years but that crush changed into love when you started this whole masquerade a couple of months ago. He loves you way more than you can possibly imagine, and he totally ignores that his feelings are reciprocated. Your best friend is convinced that you only love him as a friend but you also love his dick.

But you are simply too scared to lose your precious friendship. So you pretend to only love his friendship and his dick.

Both your thoughts are brushed away as Jimin pushes his dick inside you. His room is instantly filled with your guttural moans, a quick shiver running down your spine as you hear his usually high-pitched voice letting out very deep moans.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans, his eyes locked with yours while he slowly glides his quite long cock inside you.

As it is the second round today, Jimin doesn’t struggle at all to push his little monster inside you but your velvety walls squeeze his girth as he makes his way. But man, if you’re tight, then he’s so fucking big. It constantly feels like he’s ripping you open.

“Fuck, you’re so so big,” you cry out.

Soon enough, his cock is sliding in and out of you at an erratic pace. The man hovering over you can’t fuck you nice and slow because he’ll simply come undone with just a thrust. Everything about sharing an intimate moment with you drives him crazy, and he completely loses control of himself. The sounds that you make are so whiny and desperate that your best friend has to hold himself back to pound into you more brutally. He knows it would be too much for the two of you if he goes harder on you.

However, you simply crave more and more.

This isn’t enough for you, you want Jimin to drive you even crazier. “More,” you whine before clenching around him but he doesn’t want to give you just yet what you desire. So he bends down, his hot breath brushing against your ear while he keeps thrusting into you at an inhuman pace.

“You’re so needy,” he whispers before nibbling your ear.

His plumpy lips slowly move down to your neck, leaving behind a trail of wet and hot kisses on your burning skin. Your delighted moans get louder as his lips work on your skin and his hips keep meeting yours for a luscious torture. Your hands ⏤ that were strongly gripping the bedsheets ⏤ travel up to his long black hair before tugging some strands while he tortures your neck with his lips, tongue, and teeth.

“Always for you,” you whisper in between moans.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin combined with heavy breathing, a lot of grunts of pleasure, and the creaking of his bed fill the room. Jimin stops torturing your neck once he’s done with his little hickey, a smirk appearing on his adorable face. Now, everyone will know that nobody else can give you as much pleasure as he does.    

His dark orbs roam your body. If you weren’t doing the most obscene thing right now, he’d fall in love with you all over again. You’re simply the prettiest person he has ever laid eyes on, and he can’t get over your beauty.

Everything about you screams perfection. From the way you’re biting your bottom lip to the way, you’re contorting with pleasure under him, or the way little breathy moans escape your pretty lips, or the way you’re gripping the sheets while he keeps providing you pleasure.  

But what really catches his whole attention is where your body connects. That little pussy that is sucking in his cock hypnotizes him so much, and he’ll never grow tired to look down there. It has almost become a routine for him to check up where his hips meet yours. As his eyes watch his cock disappear as he slides himself in between your wet folds, he groans before you sense his cock twitching inside of you.

“Shit, babe,” he whispers before closing his eyes for a mere moment.  

Jimin can come right now, filling that pretty pussy of yours with his hot semen but damn, he doesn’t want to look like a weak man in front of you. He constantly wishes to impress you so you can fall in love with him just the way he fell for you.

When he opens his eyes, he’s able to see a bulge appearing in your stomach. It isn’t the first time he notices it, in fact, he spots it every time you have sex together, but without any doubts, it brings him every single damn time closer to his orgasm. Since it always leaves him wondering if it hurts, he tenderly caresses your stomach almost as if he’s trying to comfort you.  

The coldness of his fingers on your burning skin sends shivers down your spine, a trail of moans falling out from your mouth. As he’s slowly losing himself in pleasure, Jimin’s thrusts become harder. A loud moan leaves from your lips when he thrusts his hips deeply into you, hitting a certain spot that causes you to see stars.

“Jimin,” you start saying, your back arching off the bed. “I’m going to come,” you whimper.

A little smirk appears on his face at your words, before he presses a sloppy kiss on your lips. His lips move down to brush over your collarbone, a trail of wet kisses being left by his plumpy lips. At the same time, one of his hands snails up to your breasts to massage them, pushing you almost instantly to the edge.

Your eyes flutter shut as your body trembles underneath him, goosebumps rise on your skin, and your jaw drops the moment your orgasm suddenly hits you all at once. Jimin takes the time to stare at your handsome face while you’re completely ravaged by your intense orgasm. Probably the fifth or the sixth of the day. He doesn’t count them anymore because all that matters to him is to provide you enough pleasure. The blissful sight beneath him makes him come, shooting his load against your walls and painting them with white cum.

Your pussy clenches around him, milking every single drop out of him before he collapses next to you on his bed. The two of you stare at his white ceiling as you come down from your highs. Both your heavy breathings are the only sound that fills the bedroom.

After a little while, his face turns to his right, staring at the woman next to him. There’s no doubt that you’re the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen on earth, and he’s without any doubts completely wrapped around your fingers. No other woman will ever be able to conquer his heart the way you do.

For the first time in years, he feels a sudden outburst of bravery. This is the moment he’s going to confess, he can sense it in every part of his body. Curiously, his heart isn’t racing inside his chest as it usually does when he’s about to reveal a tiny part of his true feelings for you. No, today, he feels completely relaxed.

On the other hand, your heart starts bursting as you feel his insistent gaze on you. There’s something off with him right now and you can’t tell exactly what it is. So you pretend to not feel his burning eyes on you in hopes that it will dissuade him to do whatever is on his mind.  

“I really like you, Yn,” he starts saying. “Way more than a friend is supposed to.”

His hand grabs yours before he presses a soft kiss on it. A gentle kiss that holds more meaning than any other kiss he has ever pressed on any part of your body.

“I’ve been keeping this inside me for many years, but I can’t anymore.”

Slowly, you turn your head to your left, your eyes now meeting with his. Without any hesitation, you can see how truly sincere he is. He’s not lying at all, but plot twist: you like him. As he’s about to keep talking, you place your finger on his pretty lips to prevent him from saying anything else.

“Well, it sounds like it’s a mutual feeling,” a smile starts to appear on your face. “I really like you too, Jimin.”

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Let me first confess that I am the anon that requested for this drabble.

This the 3rd time I read this drabble for today because this is just too beautiful 💕💕

First of all, thank you so much @btstxt-alpacat for giving time on this request. This is another wonderful masterpiece 🖼

I love how very introspective it was for me as a reader, and how close it feels like when you are in a situation where you are starting to have feelings for a friend. I love how OC Y/N was very thorough in choosing her decision throughout this story, because it is definitely difficult to be in such situation where you had to think both sides. I love how she thought about that “it’s not just me, but what about him too? is it really okay? but alot of people like him too” kind of thing. I really like how she decided to step back for a moment and see if everything is worth the wager, I really commend you on including those parts!! This is well-written 🥺

And yes, I am super sucker for Jimin brushing his hair too 😍 and to have them on scenes where he gets a bit nervous...I just died a little.

I really love this! Thank you so much! The ending was perfect!!! (that hand scene was a chef’s kiss, but also Bang PDnim’s too. Wait that sounded wrong. Let me retract that part) You are one of the great writers I met here on tumblr and I am so glad I stumbled upon your suga drabble first (also one of my faves) God this is so fluffy that even my inner demons started to cry 😭

Thank you so much for this!!! 💜💜💜💖💖💖

55. “i’ve missed this.”

56. “i’ve loved you for years.”

From this request:

Omg 🥲 are you still taking requests? Can I ask for prompts of 55 and 56. Like something to do with pandemic, like the necessary lockdown made them physically and emotionally apart but then since it’s starting to go back to normal they just dont know if things are still the same between them? 🥺

Jimin 🥲🥲 Can it be like OC Y/N and Jimin be friends who are just too afraid to tell eachother how they feel because they were just starting to get close to eachother... And their friendship kind of deepened ...but then pandemic happened, and that made them physically and emotionally apart. So now that everything’s going back to normal, they just don’t know if everything’s still the same between them or from where they left off?

word count: 3,142 ; oops! I have no idea why it became this long.

A/N: I really hope I did the request right asdkdhf Thank you again for requesting. I'm still accepting requests! You can check some prompts and send me some :)

When you first met Jimin, you never thought that you two would grow close. He was just a friend of a friend before. Although he had admitted that he was shy, it didn’t stop him from being a social butterfly. He was just the type of guy who you could easily get along with.

So it was a shock for you when you two became best friends, you had thought that you were just someone who’d he forgot in a while and would be kind enough to greet when you pass by each other but fate had something else in store for the both of you.

Before you had a chance to meet Jimin, you had already heard about him. He was a dance prodigy at your campus and everyone just seemed to, at some point in the conversation, gush over him as they watched his latest performance. You wouldn’t admit it but even yourself was struck by how graceful he danced. He made it look so easy.

In the years you had known Jimin you knew that it was with hard work that he could perfect it and you were proud of him.

It was something you grew to love about him, amongst many other things. Jimin had wedged his way into your heart and you had welcomed him. You might not know what his place is in there or what your place is in his but you were content with whatever you both have.

And you had never questioned your friendship. Not until this night.

“When are you planning to confess-” Before Taehyung could continue his sentence, you had shoved a whole strawberry at his mouth making him sit up from the couch and sputter. He gave you a glare as he tried to eat the strawberry you had ungracefully forced onto his mouth.

You rolled your eyes at him, trying to show you weren’t affected by what he was implying. No matter how many times your friend tries to force both of you to take your relationship to a whole new level, somehow no one makes a move.

“Why are you both always denying how much you love each other!” Taehyung threw his hands up, frustration creasing his dark brows.

“Just because we're best friends, doesn’t mean we’re meant to be together.” Whenever Taehyung visited, a conversation about this was always bound to come to mind.

“But you are meant to be together. Have you seen you two?” he says, “Besides, I'm his best friend, not you.”

“That is not true!”

“God, you’re both so dense,” He paused, “Maybe that’s why you’re made for each other.”

“Why do you always bring this up whenever you hang out with me?”

“Because leaving this on your hands won’t do anything.”

“We're just friends.”

“You say that but who did he choose to spend his last night in Seoul with? He could have just visited you and gone back to his dorm and spent the rest of the night with Hobi hyung but nope.”

Your face warmed as your mouth clamped, not answering.

He raised his brow, “See, once he gets to Busan far away from you, he will be calling everyday and will be clingy and he won’t even spend all his vacation days there because he can’t handle being apart from you.”

“He won’t call everyday.” You retort, crossing your arms.

“He had to see you everyday, you know how much he loves his skinship, especially with you.”

Mouth agape, you were about to tell Taehyung that he’s got it all wrong when your phone rang along with the doorbell and both of you know the subject of your conversation has arrived.

“Confess,” Taehyung ordered, his eyes intense and it’s the first time you had seen him so serious, “Before it’s too late.”

You both got up to get the door and Jimin stood on the other side in all his glory. You smiled automatically at his presence, his eyes already on you.

“Jiminie!” Taehyung says, hugging his shorter friend, not bothered by his bare feet touching the floor of the outdoors. Jimin returns the gesture, his bubbly laugh feeling the space.

Taehyung clears his throat, sending Jimin a look to which you noticed he had tried to avoid, his cheeks turning pink as he returns his gaze to you, a shy smile playing on his pretty lips.

You shake your head, taking in a breath.

It’s nothing.

The three of you stepped inside, Taehyung quickly grabbing strawberries before gathering his things and heading towards the door.

“Wait,” you called after him, confused, “You’re leaving? Jimin just got here.”

Jimin made no effort to stop his friend, as if he already knew Taehyung would be heading out as soon as he arrived.

“I thought we’ll be spending Jimin’s last night together?”

Taehyung shakes his head, “You are so dumb. Anyway, I'm heading out to catch the bus. You two lovebirds stay safe and protected.”

You might’ve looked menacing as you came for Taehyung because he hurriedly put his shoes on and slammed the door shut, leaving you breathless.

“What was that all about?”

You heard Jimin behind you. You turned around and flopped on the couch, Jimin joined you moments later.

“Same old, same old.” You answered him with a light shrug of your shoulders.

“He’s still on about that?” He asked, his tone laced with something else.

At the corner of your eye, Jimin ran his hand through his dyed hair; a habit of his that made everyone swoon.

You cleared your throat, “Yes.”

Jimin licked his lips, “So, what do you want to do?”

You ignored his query and asked, “Have you eaten yet?”

“Yes,” he beamed, “Now let’s do something.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at him, “We either just play games and watch movies. Aren’t you bored of me yet?”

He laughed and shook his head, “Never.”

The night went on as it usually does and you can’t help but notice how uncharacteristic Jimin was slowly becoming. It was nothing big but you could tell something was bothering him. He kept giving you this look that you know he wanted to say something but couldn't. He looked like he was battling his inner self and he looked like he was losing.

You wanted to confront him, to force the words out of his mouth but you don’t want to make him more uncomfortable. He would tell you when he wants to, when he feels like it.

So you brushed the feeling of apprehension aside and just enjoyed your time with him.

Tomorrow comes and Jimin has to leave to visit his family without uttering a single thing. You could tell it was bothering him and the sooner the time for him to leave, the worse it has gotten.

If Taehyung’s looks were a telltale sign then you might have a clue on what he wanted you to say.

Was he about to confess? Does Taehyung know Jimin would be too hesitant to do it? Is that why he was persuading you to confess?

Do you like Jimin?

Jimin approached you, the rest of your friends disappearing on your view and it was only him. The burn of their stare fades in the background.

Do you like Jimin?

“Hey.” Jimin smiles, it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “About last night.”

With bated breath you wait, ignoring the way he looks around and avoiding your eyes.

“I, uh,” Jimin licks his lips and you can’t help but stare.

Do you like Jimin?

“Jimin,” you smiled at him, his eyes finally connecting with yours, “I’ll see you soon.”

You don’t just like Jimin, you realized.

You love him.

Jimin engulfed you with a warm hug, his sweet scent filling up your senses.

Both of you can wait to find that courage to utter those words without the pressure and expectations from others.

Just you and him.

You can wait a little longer. You tell yourself as you watch Jimin leave to his hometown.

When the pandemic hit, Jimin was still away so he had to stay where he is for the time being and that meant miles away from you.

Granted that you can talk to each other through the phone, just like Taehyung had predicted, everyday; It is still a different feeling to have him physically be with you.

You had missed going out for coffee or watching the cinemas. You miss having him a t your home and just enjoying each other’s presence.

You had missed his touches, the way he held your waist, the way he hugged you tight and it seemed like he never wanted to let go. You miss hearing his laugh in person, pinching his cheeks and his warmth next to you.

His presence.

The unsaid words were pushed behind everything else and sometimes you wonder if it's still worth uncovering.

You still love Jimin but you can't help but think if he really does feel the same way? Was he just about to confess because of your friends? Was he even about to confess?

You hoped you weren’t just thinking that way because you were affected by Taehyung's musings that night. You hope you were right and he really just had trouble confessing like you did.

One thing you know for sure is that you have feelings for him but the topic was left unacknowledged. So because of that you were left with nothing but doubts.

It took a while for normalcy to come back but once it did, all you could think of was your loved ones and a big part of that is Jimin.

When it was finally safe for social gatherings, your friends wasted no time to hold a little party.

You were ecstatic when Jimin told you that he can finally go back and see you at the party. Despite being a little disappointed that you won’t be the first to see Jimin come back to you, you’re happy that you can finally see your best friend in person.

As you get ready for the party, you can’t help but think back on the last dilemma you had with Jimin. The unacknowledged almost confession that was pushed at the back of your mind.

The fear and doubts clogging your chest and unnamed feelings lingering there.

Is it even worth it? Are you ready to confront the unspoken words you both had when you last saw each other?

Maybe you’ll find out tonight.

Namjoon and Taehyung were the first people you saw. You gave them both a tight hug, glad to finally see your friends without the fear of endangering lives.

“Even after all that time, Jimin is still late.” Taehyung groans, you could tell he missed him too. You share the same sentiment.

“You know how he is.” You said, remembering the times Jimin's tardiness caused him trouble.

“Did you miss him Y/n?” Namjoon queries with a teasing look you know too well.

“I don’t think so,” Taehyung takes a sip of his fancy wine, “They talk almost everyday.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Doesn't mean I can’t miss him.”

“So you do.” Namjoon smirked, sipping his own alcoholic drink. You didn’t miss the way they teased you about Jimin.

“I’m getting a drink.” You playfully glare at the two before stomping your way to the kitchen.

“Y/n!” Jimin’s voice made you halt, turning around so quickly you almost missed Taehyung laughing at your reaction. You ignored him and made your way to your best friend. He hugged you as soon as you closed your distance, his familiar warmth seeping to your bones.

You almost cried, “Jimin.”

“I’ve missed this,” he whispered, his warm breath making you shiver, “I’ve missed you.”

Jimin was swept away from your arms all too soon to greet his other friends before you could even reply, before you could even say, “I missed you too.”

The party went on and you didn’t really expect Jimin to be with you all the time despite the selfish part of you wanting to steal him away. He is the kind, social butterfly you fell in love with after all.

When your social battery has run out, you declare to yourself that it is time to head home.

Jimin offered to accompany you but seeing that everyone had missed him just as much as you do, you told him you were fine on your own.

“Are you sure?” He looked torn but you know he wanted to stay and you will yourself to be strong.

He has other friends too, you can’t just steal him away from them.

You nodded, “I'm sure.”

He looked like a sad kitten and you almost laughed, “It's not like we won’t be able to see each other tomorrow!”

“I know but I’ve missed you.”

You ignore the way your heart skipped a beat, “I’m not your only friend, I’m sure you miss them too.”

“Not as much as I missed you.” He was looking away again and you gave him a short smile.

“I’ll see you soon.”

You can’t sleep.

Thoughts filled with nothing but uncertainties. Is this all you’re gonna be feeling whenever you think about Jimin? Whenever you see him?

You let out a frustrated groan. Taehyung was right, maybe you should’ve confessed and gotten your answer rather than letting your thoughts consume you.

Maybe you should call Jimin now and just demand an answer from him or better yet, confess to him and prepare for when he rejects you.

God, you feel awful.

It was when you finally found yourself drifting to sleep did the doorbell rang, followed by the constant buzzing of your phone.

You groaned, picking up the rude caller who interrupted your newfound peace.

“Y/n.” Your heart involuntarily did a leap upon hearing Jimin’s voice.

“Jimin,” you winced at how croaky your voice had become, “Are you the one at the door?”

“Yes.” He answered, he sounded like he was out of breath.

With a quick shove of your blanket, you clambered out of bed to let Jimin in. It didn’t occur to you how much you missed when he used to do this all the time. Just visiting you in the middle of the night, mostly with food as an apology for disturbing you.

“Hey.”

Jimin doesn’t have food this time but you didn’t mind that he had forgotten it. He didn’t need to apologize for disturbing you after all. He had plagued your mind and you’d rather have in front of him than away from you .

This is the time to confront everything before it’s too late.

You let him in, the silence lingering as he paces around your home. No doubt trying to spot the changes. A smile lingered on his lips as he sat himself on your couch.

You stay rooted near him, just standing and unsure of what to do.

“So what brings you here this late at night?” you start. He ran a hand through his hair, an unfamiliar feeling settling in the pit of your stomach. Did you always swoon whenever he does that, “I don't see any food.”

Maybe a little teasing would ease you both into going back to your rhythm. He released an awkward laugh, noticing your distance.

“I came here as soon as I could,” He said, you slowly moved closer and sat beside him. As he spoke, you tried to listen intently with bated breath but you tried not to let your nervousness show, “I completely forgot because all I could think of was that I need to get to you. I need to see you.”

“We can always hang out tomorrow.”

“Yeah but I don’t want to delay anything anymore. The last time I did, we were separated for a long time. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow, could be nothing, but it could be anything worse. I don’t want to be away from you ever again. I don’t want to miss another opportunity to…” He paused and took a breath.

“To what?” You whispered but you were sure he heard it. The night was quiet enough as if to give way to your voices now that you were laying everything all out.

“I’m a coward, Y/n,”

“Jimin-” You never liked Jimin downing himself so it was automatic for you to respond quickly with assurance but he grabbed your cold hands and squeezed it gently but didn’t let go. It was enough for you to stop interrupting him.

“And apparently an over-thinker.” He continued, eyes intent on you.

You listened, and waited for him to get his words out. He closed his eyes and let out a shaky breath as held your hand tighter, raising it to his lips and kissing the back of it. If your heart wasn’t beating fast enough, it sure was now, especially with the words that came next as his lips part from your skin.

“I've loved you for years,” he smiled, his bright eyes crinkling, “Since the day we met.”

“Wait,” your eyes widened at the fact, “What?”

He lets out a soft laugh, “I haven't told you because I was terrified of losing you if you didn't feel the same way. Or maybe you might think I only pursued you because of what the others keep telling us.”

“Is that what you were trying to say before you left?” The question left your mouth

even though you knew the answer to it.

“I’ve always wanted to tell you but that night I backed out again, thinking I could do it next time,” he explains with regret as he continued talking, “Thinking I could muster up the courage to do so but the pandemic happened and I couldn't see you. There is no way I would confess through the phone or facetime. I had to see you and now that I can. I don't want to waste anymore time.”

He looked away, “I’m sorry.”

You pulled Jimin into a hug, a surprised sound escaping his lips. Then you whispered “Jimin, I love you too and I’m sorry for-”

“It’s okay. Taehyung did say we’re both dumb,” he hugged you back, your bodies pressed even tighter, “I might need to punch him for that but I also need to thank him.”

“He also said it’s the reason why we’re made for each other.” You chuckled as you recalled Taehyung’s words. Jimin just sighed, nuzzling his face on your neck.

“So can I stay the night?” He asked playfully as you two parted, a teasing smirk on his lips.

You shake your head but an endeared expression is evident on your face as you stare at him, your best friend, your love, “You can stay forever.”

“Good. because I don’t want to be away from you for so long ever again.”

A/N: I hope that anyone who read this liked it! I'm having doubts with my writing so I'm worried, I guess.

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“then why don’t you just go?”

“y/n i told you to stay put.“ jimin said through gritted teeth.

you sat on the edge of your bed, arms crossed and trying to avoid eye contact with the man in front of you. with a huff, you reply, “you don’t tell me what to do.”

jimin sighs and his nostrils flare in anger. “we’ve had this talk before y/n. i’ve told you over and over again how important it is that you listen to me and you continue to act like a spoiled brat. i’m sick of the rebellion. if you’d just follow directions your dad wouldn’tve had to hire me. if you would just—god, just— follow the rules? you are such a pain in the ass.”

“then why don’t you just go?” your voice wavered, but you looked jimin in the eye anyway. who were you to follow directions from a goody-two-shoes like him. he was your bodyguard, not your counselor.

a moment went by, and another, and even another. you stood up from where you sat and stepped closer to him, standing your ground as best you could as you forced yourself to return his strong gaze. when you got closer, however, you noticed something. secrets. there were secrets swimming around in those pretty brown eyes of his. it was then that jimin brushed past you and by the time you turned around the door already closed behind him.

you stood in the middle of the room, the cold AC hitting your skin. you were now determined to find him out, the way his eyes held such a mysterious depth made your palms sweaty. maybe your righteous bodyguard isn’t as much of good doer as he portrays himself to be.

bts reaction to you having short hair

@legeusell asked “Hi :) Can you write scenarios where bts has girlfriends with short hair? thanks 💜”

a/n: bro this is so long overdue it’s embarrassing, so sorry about the astoundingly long wait on your request. also I used to have short hair back in the day for most all of my early childhood until late middle school, but that was a long ass time ago, so if some stuff in here sounds weird or not relatable, that is why and I'm sorry. hope everyone enjoys regardless 

warnings: swearing, this is unedited so yikes don’t kill me pls, also some how Jungkook’s got like super long so yikes, sorry about that

s e o k j i n 

Jin loves your short hair so much. He thinks it is the best thing on planet earth.

His favorite thing is when you wake up and you have really bad bed head, he just points at your messy hair and laughs his ass off. Before he could say anything more, you make sure to turn the taunting right back at him, giggling at his own hair sticking up in a million different directions.

If your hair has a similar length to his, even if it isn’t anything remotely like his, he will try his damndest to style it to look like his. Has he been successful? no. Does that stop him from trying again another day? no.

“Jin, will you fucking stop? I would like to have hair when I’m thirty thank you.”

“Y/N, light of my life, the yin to my yang, I love you so much, but stop fucking moving. Don’t you want to look like the pinnacle of beauty, the aphrodite of all the human race, the-”

“I never said that, I said that I want hair when I’m thirty, but that seems unlikely due to the force you are pulling my hair at right now.”

“Well it sounds like your fault that you hair is no match for my sheer unbridled arm strength,” he replied, his hands leaving your hair to dramatically flex his muscles.

y o o n g i

This man would not care what length your hair was at, he is indifferent to things like that. Now that doesn’t mean he thinks you look adorable with your short locks.

Yoongi will never admit this to anyone because he fears it will make him look soft. (Don’t tell him, but everyone knows this man is soft all day everyday, but he refuses to accept his softness, so keep this on the down low).

His softness especially comes out when the two of you are laying on the couch late one night, just watching movies or dramas, and you drift off to sleep with your head in his lap. He makes sure you’re asleep and his hand creeps down to you short tuffs and lazy strokes his hand through you hair, lulling you further into sleep. He’ll smile down at your sleeping form and lightly scratch your scalp, his smile will only widen when you snuggle further into his lap.

Whenever you wear a cute headband or scarf or clip in your hair, he will just admire you and stare at you with the most loving gaze you’ve ever seen.

You blush and look down at your feet, “what are you staring at, you wierdo.”

His smile widens, “just the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

h o s e o k

He adores your short hair, he loves to play with it and he has no shame about it either, it’s like therapeutic to him.

If his day at the studio has been rough, whether it’s in the dance studio or inside Hope World, whenever he’s just feeling stressed, he looks forward to going home and relaxing with you. This relaxing involves the two of you laying in bed, your head on his chest and him stroking your hair, an activity that both calms and relaxes him immensely.

He also likes to tuck flowers behind you ear. This happens every time the two of you go out for a walk to get some fresh air. Every so often one of your dates on date night is to go for a long stroll in the park.

Hobi gets especially giddy for these walks in the sping time due to all the flowers blooming around you. He has such hard time deciphering which flower he wants to pick to place behind you ear. Does he want a flower to compliment your hair or your eyes? Does he want one that matches your outfit? The options are almost overwhelming. He just loves how cute you look with your hair tucked behind your ear and a flower placed along side it.

n a m j o o n 

Namjoon thinks your short hair is the coolest thing ever. He adores the way your short hair can make you look feminine but also, if styled correctly, make you look super punk rock.

He likes how your choice in having short hair not only makes you stand out but also challenges the status quo of long, feminine hair.

He loves when you style your locks to look fluffy and tousled, then pairing it with a cute sundress, making you look so pretty and soft. But then the next day you style your hair the exact same way, but this time you’re wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a band tee. He took one look at you and his knees went weak.

You know that phrase “the duality of man,” well that was exactly what Joon was thinking when he saw you. One day you look fluffy and soft and the next you look like you could stick it to the man, all with the cutest hair style on planet earth, at least in Namjoon’s humble opinion, which is not biased at all, why would you even assume such a thing.

j i m i n 

Jimin loves your short hair so much. He thinks it is the cutest thing ever. If you dye your hair a lot, he will one hundred percent beg you to dye your hair whatever color his hair was supporting. The idea of the two of you having matching hair sent him into a flurry of softness. Matching hair with the cutest girl in the world? yes please.

“Jagi, what color are you gonna dye your hair?” Jimin wonders as the both of you stroll though the hair dye aisles of the beauty supply store.

“Hmm, I’m not sure yet, I was thinking maybe blue or purple,” you respond. There were so many options, it was almost overwhelming. You were tired of your blue hair. Earlier in the year you had dyed it a dark blue, then a few months later you chopped off you hair to (your current hair style). Now it’s faded to a light blue and you were ready for a change of pase.

“Have you ever considered silver?” He pondered, placing and innocent facade on and looking at you with big doe eyes.

You smile and look over at your boyfriend, “but that’s your hair color.”

“Oh is it? I must have forgotten,” he smiles mischievously at you. “Now that you mention it, it would be pretty cute if you matched with me.”

You thought about it for a little bit, to hell to it, why not? It’s just hair, if you didn’t like it, you could grow it out and chop it off in a few months, or dye it another color.

“You know what? Fuck it, lets match.”

“Hell yeah! Oh I’m so excited, we’re gonna be so cute, baby!” He giggles, almost vibrating with excitement.

t a e h y u n g 

Taehyung loves you. He loves your cute short hair. He loves fashion.

Put all of these things together and you get playing dress up with Taehyung. He loved to pick out your outfits for you and styling your hair to compliment the outfit.

“Tae, you’ve already made me try on three outfits, can’t we do something else now?”

“Just one more, baby, please?” he pleaded, his big hopeful eyes contrasting the deep baritone of his voice.

You sigh in response and he takes it as a sign of reluctant compliance. You hear him rummaging around in the closet for a few moments before he emerges with a smile on his handsome face with the clothes he’s picked out hidden behind his back.

“Go change in the bathroom, I want there to be a big reveal for this one. I think this one is the best one yet.” He quickly shoves the clothes into your arms before spinning you around and walking you towards the bathroom so you could change.

The outfit he’s picked out for your is a dark red, almost maroon, turtleneck and tight black dress pants with vertical, thin white stripes on them. The turtleneck comes as no surprise, he loves the way your hair frames your face and you have to admit, this outfit looks stunning on you.

Once you emerge from the bathroom, Taehyung looks up from his phone where he is sat on the edge of the bed.

A boxy smile appears on his face as he speaks, “you look fucking stunning, my love.”

You had been contemplating cutting you hair for a while now, you just couldn’t decide how much you wanted to cut off nor could you decide on a style. You were also worried that you would regret cutting it off.

Last week you decided you would chop a good chunk of it off at cut it to about (hair length). And today was your appointment. Today was also the day that Jungkook would be coming home from bts’ world tour, he would be arriving later tonight.

Your nerves were heightened as you sat in the salon chair. Once the stylist was finished, she spun the chair around so you could face the mirror. You gasped as you saw your new hair in the mirror, you absolutely loved it! It suited you so well, you knew Jungkook was gonna flip.

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Later that night you were in the kitchen cleaning up some old dishes while you waited for Jungkook to come home.

You heard the sound of the front door swing open and immediately after Jungkook calls out in a sing-song voice, “Honey. I’m home!”

You turn away from the sink just in time to see him rushing into the kitchen before abruptly stopping several feet away from you. His mouth was agape slightly as he took in your new hairdo.

You blushed and looked away from his intense stare mutter out, “say something, please.”

His mouth closes quickly and he straightens up and rushes over to you cupping your face in his hands and tilting your head so the two of you made eye contact, a huge smile on his face. “You look so cute, baby girl! I love this new hair, you’re glowing! I thought you couldn’t get any more beautiful, but look at you now!”

As his little fangirl moment comes to an end, he wraps you up in a suffocating hug. You smile and giggle and you snuggle closer to his chest.

his body is NOT a joke.. like holy fuck?????