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They won’t stop flirting I-

BTS SPEAK YOURSELF TOUR.

SOLDIER FIELD, CHICAGO DAY 1.

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I Just Found The Most Amazing Thread

The title-

I'm not the crying type. Nor am I overtly emotionally invested in this (well, a little bit maybe...)

And this is a little edited, I won't deny.

But its true in essence. Its funny, every time I read the quote and look at the picture, it resonates in my bones.

Fanservice is what its put down to, but for once I understand why- Because their love (no matter what kind), its too beautiful for this world. Its rare.

Its kind of an empath test. Try it.

This is shitty, because its ridiculously sappy, but....I said what I had to.

[Danger duo]

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Jikookers moving for jungkook when!? Why am i not seeing those big blogs sharing this!?

Hello everyone, please vote for jungkook 💜💜

I'm gonna need to hold your hands and say loud what everyone is whispering. Most jikookers are Jimin biased, overly biased, and even diet solos. But that's a conversation for another day.

I think I'm going to get cancelled for this.

Perhaps my most honest opinion as a Jikooker so far.

Something that has always bothered me about Jikookers is how they hold Jungkook to different standards than Jimin. I’ve often seen more than one person criticize Jungkook for something he did or didn’t do—whether it’s for looking at Tae in a certain way, saying something nice to him, or not doing something —while similar behaviours by Jimin are overlooked. Jimin has always been close to Tae; we’ve often seen them cuddling or saying sweet things to each other. Tae even told Jimin that he “likes him the most.” Yet, for some reason, Jimin’s actions don’t seem to provoke similar criticism or disappointment among Jikookers, who often view Jimin and Tae’s friendship as perfectly acceptable and even celebrated because, of course, Jimin and Tae are friends! Soulmates! And that’s great! That’s how it should be. But if Jungkook were to do any of these things, the world would end. How could Jungkook possibly do that? It obviously means he doesn’t care about Jimin, that they’re not close, etc., etc.

Jungkook is the one who has to make grand gestures. He has to be special with Jimin ALL THE TIME, and not just that—he has to be special by the standards of their supposed fans; otherwise, it doesn’t count. Jimin can reach for the moon for Jungkook, and many wouldn’t care. It wouldn’t mean much. Jungkook has to reach for the sun for Jimin for people to “believe” that he cares about him. And to believe jikook is at least really close.

Jungkook can’t be sassy with Jimin; he can’t push him, and he can’t say no to him because poor Jimin! It means Jungkook doesn’t care about him. But Jimin can do these things, and no one says anything. Jimin can hit Jungkook or be sassy with him, right? Because Jimin is “delicate”? So it’s not the same. Do you know how incredibly offensive that is? And the worst part is that many of you don’t even realize it! And I’m sure that after reading this, many will insult me, block me, or unfollow me because, how dare I? I can already imagine some saying that I’m defending Jungkook and that I don’t care about Jimin, completely missing my point.

You validate the possibility of Jikook being real based on what Jungkook does or says—or doesn’t do or say.

And that’s the “fear” many of you have with the upcoming episodes of the show. You don’t care if VMin declare their love in an episode; you don’t care if you see Jimin and Jungkook together cuddling on the bed, because if Jungkook interacts with Tae in any way, that will cancel out any interaction he has had or will have with Jimin.

Why, for many of you, do the interactions Jungkook has with Tae carry more weight than those he has with Jimin? Why do the interactions Jungkook has with Tae carry more weight than those Jimin has with Tae? Why do we have to weigh the interactions of three people who know each other far better than any of us?

And yes, I know you’ll excuse yourselves with, “The problem is the subgroup…” but why does what they say have to hold any validity? Their opinion, like ours, doesn’t influence anything those three men do, and by this point, that should be obvious to everyone. Haters can say what they want; it won’t change anything. Don’t pay attention to what they say. Just report, block, and ignore as necessary, and enjoy the show. Enjoy what Jimin and Jungkook decide to share with us. And if they want to share their friendship with Tae, ANOTHER MEMBER OF BTS, well, great!

Do you know why the subgroup has never stopped invading our spaces, saying whatever nonsense they come up with? Because they know it bothers many of you or us. Jimin, Jungkook, and Tae might never know what’s said on social media, and that doesn’t matter to the subgroup because their real target is us.

I’ve always said that for tkk to be real, it depends on Jikook not being real. Meanwhile, Jikook only depends on Jimin and Jungkook to be real. The subgroup knows this, but for some reason, they believe that by getting rid of Jikookers, they would get rid of Jikook. That’s not how it works, but that’s how they see it. That’s why they attack us ALL THE TIME.

So, stop with the PENDEJADAS. Because everything I’ve seen is just that, PENDEJADAS. At the end of the day, we don’t know these three men, and if nothing between them seems to be going wrong, we need to respect that, no matter what the HATERS say.

And I’m not going to be hypocritical and claim that I’ve never side-eyed some of the things Tae has done involving Jimin and Jungkook together, but that doesn’t mean I hate him or blame him for anything. Yet, that’s exactly what many of you are doing. Some openly admit it, while others pretend not to. You often start your explanations or opinions with, “I don’t hate Tae, but…”—and that “but” negates the beginning of the sentence.

And that makes all this sadder because much of what I’ve said here applies to the subgroup, and nothing would embarrass me more than reading or hearing that the subgroup and we are the same.

I'M TIRED OF SHIPPERS!!

I'm really starting to feel more and more uncomfortable being a jikooker. As an Army and Jikook biased, I've always loved their bond, whatever their relationship is. Although I believe there is something romantic between these two, I try not to get too involved and respect them as human beings.

I never considered myself a shipper because I never wished for Jikook to be together, I just love and accept who they are. But since you are given the name jikooker for supporting any possibility of them being in a romantic relationship, I proudly accepted that title and dove deeper into the Jikooker space. I loved seeing people like me who loved them and appreciated BTS at the same time.

Now, jikook Space doesn't feel the same anymore. I feel uncomfortable calling myself a jikooker. I really feel like I'm in a cult. People have lost their minds. They're ruining jikook for me. To a level where I couldn't even enjoy the show. I remember many jikookers used to call themselves supporters, but now they all really feel like shippers. I'm very disappointed. And with everything happening to Jimin's dad, I feel like leaving this space cause i hate associating myself with shippers. They can really be disgusting people. Now i understand why they are so unloved by the fandom. I will keep enjoying jikook on my own like I used to do without thousands of analyses as if they were movie characters.

A Lamb in Wolf's Clothing 🔪 1: "You’re mine. All mine. There’s no coming back from this."

Jimin is a true crime podcaster who is obsessed with a local serial killer, and Jungkook is a guy Jimin hooks up with from Grindr who is…a bit strange.

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🔪 Jimin x Jungkook

🩸 word count: work in progress (currently 15.1k)

🩸 warnings: dead dove, do not eat! serial killer au, strangers to lovers, graphic violence (descriptions of murder and acts of murder and violence), character death, mild dubcon, use of roofies, explicit smut, 21+

🩸 chapter warnings: first date, rough/awkward first hookup (explict smut! anal fingering, ass to mouth, anal sex, sex against a wall), discussion of serial murders & victims, acab includes namjoon (sorry!), abduction, blood & gore, use of roofie (sex is consensual until it becomes dubious & stops), mild dubcon.

🩸 written for the JiKook Halloween Fest! 🩸 thanks to @neoneunnajimin for beta reading!  🩸 posted nov. 2022 🩸 notes: i cannot stress how dark this story is. please read the warnings and don’t interact with this story if you are sensitive to any of those topics!!! i do not condone the actions in this fic; it is a work of horror fiction.

“I can’t believe you led the cops straight to the warehouse,” Jeongguk grunts.

Jimin giggles through groans as he helps Jeongguk carry the body bag down the dark, cement steps. Bend at the knees and hold the weight with your legs, not your back, he tells himself. 

“It’s funny to you?” Jeongguk snaps. He sounds angry, but Jimin knows as soon as the bag is unzipped and Jeongguk is staring their latest catch in the face, all of his fury will wash away. 

Czytaj dalej

Tonight | PJM x Reader One-Shot 

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Pairing: Jimin x Reader ft. Jungkook (mentions of Taehyung)

Genre: fluff, slight angst if you squint, idol!Jimin au, idol! Jungkook au, bar au, strangers to lovers, romance, new york au, one-shot

Audience: 18+

Warnings: alcohol consumption, kissing, intimacy, touching, mentions of anxieties, deceit, brief inner turmoil, slightly NSFW if you squint ... yes, there’s a little tongue-kissing action; Jimin stares into your soul as he is one to do

Word count: 6.5k

Summary: During a visit to New York, Jimin stops in front of a bar in passing and takes notice of you inside; lonely, gloomy, and so beautiful. He’s immediately drawn to you and can’t shake the image of you. He returns later that night, hoping he can still meet you. But will you feel the same way?

“Are you lonely?”

I have been feeling like I deserve somebody And you burn so bright you can blind somebody

Song: flight of the stars

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A/N: hi! I’ve been working on this little one-shot for a bit now. It’s very different from my other fic, which you can find in my master list and will be linked below. I wanted to try something a little more lighthearted, and I’ve always daydreamed of running into Jimin at a bar, don't ask me why, lol. I came up with something short and sweet that you will hopefully enjoy! Thank you for being here! I am grateful you’ve decided to give me and my work a chance. If you liked this, let me know! Your kind words and support mean so so much to me and fuel my writing hehe. 

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New York City, New York

(About midnight)

“Jimin, take a picture of me in front of this bar,” Jungkook says, raising the camera from his neck and signaling a thumb behind him. “The bright lights look cool for an Instagram picture,” he urges, lifting his camera from around his neck and extending it to Jimin. An impatient hand waves the camera around when Jimin doesn’t react. “Hurry, Jimin-ssi, it’s cold!”

It’s snowing outside, and it’s beginning to rain. Jimin flinches and glances up at the dark sky polluted with streetlights. He brings a hand to shield his eyes and reaches for the camera. “It’s raining,” Jimin comments, feeling the droplets dribble down his chin. “And it’s so cold, man!”

Jungkook bounces on the heels of his shoes, rubbing his numb hands together and blowing into them for warmth. “Do I keep the beanie on?” He wonders, bringing his fingers up to slip it off. Jimin nods, and Jungkook takes his cue to stand up straight once he sees the camera lens in view. Jimin squints behind the lens, motioning for Jungkook to lift his chin and look to the left. “The red letters look so cool,” Jimin remarks, flipping the camera parallel to Jungkook, now instructing him to point at the sign and smile. “Your smile looks cute,” he notes, passing the camera back to its owner for close examination.

“Ah,” Jungkook gaped, clicking back and forth between the few shots Jimin took. “Ah, Jimin, I look so cool.” He scrunches his nose, smiling. “Can I take some of you?”

Jimin pretends to think it over, bringing a finger to his chin. “It’s not my best outfit,” he says apologetically, taking Jungkook’s place in front of the bar beneath the glowing neon sign that reads LOVELY NIGHT in red cursive lettering. “But get my good side like I did for you!”

Jungkook laughs at that and falls to the ground in a crouching position without warning, turning the camera sideways to get Jimin’s upper body in the frame. He motions for Jimin to point at the sign and makes a shocked expression for Jimin to mimic. “Oh, Jimin!” He shouts enthusiastically, causing an embarrassed Jimin to bring a hand to his face in hiding. “Sorry! But wait, do that again, the wink… Yes! Like that!”

The duo huddles close, their bodies humming in protest of the chilly air. Jungkook clicks on Jimin’s last photo, nudging Jimin to look over. Distracted, Jimin approves of the image.

Jimin doesn’t mind his numb fingers or the way his lips tremble. His stare is fixated on a girl sitting alone with a gloomy aura about her, resting her chin on her folded arms. This girl is more than pretty; she’s enchanting. Jimin feels his heartbeat accelerate, his breath getting stuck in his throat, clammy hands on each side, and he realizes he can be seen. He quickly looks away, coughing and pretending to check his phone.

“Who’s that?” Jungkook raises a curious eyebrow, exchanging looks between his entranced friend and the lonely girl wearing a pitiful expression, wanting to make sense of it.

Jimin feels warmth spread throughout his face, and he scoffs. “Nobody; I thought I saw someone I know.” Jimin doesn’t look up from his phone. Pretending he reads something, he changes the subject before Jungkook has time to protest. “Are you going to the rooftop party with Taehyung later tonight?”

Not wanting to let it go, Jungkook smiles a wide toothy grin, and his dark eyes glowing with mischief are busy looking in the window in search of what held Jimin’s attention.

“Jungkook, stop; I said I didn’t know anyone! Stop; they can see you looking in!” Jimin desperately grasps Jungkook’s sleeve, pulling him away from view. Jungkook pries free and rushes to peer in again, making Jimin groan out for him to stop again, his voice getting higher in defense.

“Jimin-ah, let me say one thing! Let me say one thing!” Jungkook’s laughing, enjoying the reaction of a flustered Jimin struggling to lie. “Okay.” “You don’t know anyone in New York. Who could you have seen?”

“You can’t have my leftovers anymore,” Jimin scorns, raising a finger in Jungkook’s face, pointing aggressively at him for emphasis.

“Oh, Jimin, don’t be like that. You already said I could. Truce, okay? Let me eat the dessert later, please.” Jungkook brings his hands together to further his plead. “Yes, I am going with Taehyung, and you?”

Jimin shrugs. “I might go out to drink or something. It’s been a long week, Jungkookie. I need a beer, or two, or three or seven.”

“Just to drink?”

“Yeah, I want to drink. Is that bad?” Jimin pulls a beanie from his jacket and adjusts it over his head. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” Jungkook pulls his phone out, cracking a smile as he snaps photos of the way Jimin’s beanie ties under his chin. “You don’t want to find a girl?”

“I want to drink.”

“And to find a girl.” And Jungkook points at the window. “That one in there.” He raises and lowers his eyebrows, shaking his shoulders and making finger kisses.

Jimin brings his forehead to Jungkook’s, head butting him playfully. Both of them pushed forward against each other, laughing out cold puffs of air. “You get no desserts,” he says, laughing at Jungkook wincing and pretending to faint. “We’re enemies, sorry. You didn’t know? I don’t give leftover desserts to enemies.” Jimin shrugs, ending the discussion.

Jungkook giggles, breaking away and pulling his phone to text. Not looking up, he says: “You said I could have the desserts…Oh! Taehyung is passing through here soon; he can pick me up and take me with him. For sure you don’t want to come?”

“Nah.” Jimin kicks at Jungkook and flinches when he retaliates. “I think I decided I’m going back to the hotel and change. I might come out to a bar for some drinks,” Jimin says, sticking his cold hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Tell Taehyung I can go tomorrow if he’s still staying over there with the guys.”

Jungkook nods, typing furiously on his phone. “Will do. I’ll catch you later, bro. He just texted me he’s waiting at the parking lot around the corner.”

“Okay, give me a hug before you go.”

The two hug firmly, Jimin patting Jungkook’s back. Jungkook sneaks a hand up to Jimin’s face and gives his cheek a tight pinch, instantly bolting down the street screaming as Jimin chases after him, shouting at him and running out of breath against the New York air. 

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Out of breath and shivering, Jimin walks back to the rental parked up the block. Fingering the keys in his hoodie pocket, his mind is elsewhere; back in the bar, this melancholy girl is beautiful and alone, and Jimin struggles with fathoming the latter. Jimin's mind is enthralled at the thought of her. Even when he’s in the car with the heater slowly coming to life, he’s thinking of her delicate face. Remembering this girl and her downcast eyes, a sad air about her, and for a moment as he’d peered in, he could’ve sworn she offered him a small smile. He blushes, thinking about how long he’d stood staring, wondering if she’d noticed or considered him. Was she somewhere else now, thinking of the stranger that lingered outside, or was he unmemorable and maybe even off-putting for staring?

He turns the radio on, shifting through the stations and settling on a Christmas song. He hums along, reversing out of his parking space with a smile plastered. His full lips outstretched at the recollection of this girl, appearing to be just as lonely as he. Haunting his every thought, he’s just arrived at the hotel when deciding to return to LOVELY NIGHT in hopes of seeing her again. He can’t get her out of his head; it’s the only way.

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Jimin receives a text from Jungkook with one of the photos he took of him attached with a message that reads: post this one on insta bro ;0

The last photo he likes best is where he winks and crosses his arms. He thinks he looks cute.  He’s about to respond to Jungkook thanking him when he sees her, almost beside him, seeming smaller from a distance inside the bar. In the picture, she’s looking in the direction of his back. He was so sure that he could tell she noticed their photo session, and she was smiling, and he felt his heart awaken at the sight.

In a rush, he pulls his hoodie over his head, changing into a black long-sleeve and leather jacket to match and keeping his jeans on. Passing by a mirror on the way out, he runs his fingers through his hair and takes a deep breath. She has to be there. He has to see her up close. He almost feels as though he’s dreaming it all up until he steps outside and is greeted with the assault of a cold gush of wind to his face. The air outside is jarringly harder than before. The cold stings his cheeks, numbing over his face and fingers as he walks down the street, outstretching a hand calling out for a taxi.

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LOVELY NIGHT, New York, New York

(12:40 AM)

The bar’s crowd is slowly dwindling aside from the few single men slumped over their tables, their droopy eyes glued to the TV playing a football game while they grumble disapprovingly at a touchdown from the opponent team; and near the rear of the bar, there are a few couples that begin to get handsy. The unamused bartender that wipes down the counter in front of you gives you a shy smile. This smile lets you know he’s noticed how long you’ve been sitting here, nursing your third drink and fidgeting with your napkin, unaware of how often you’ve anxiously glanced at the door every time it's pushed open.

You’d agreed to a date with a friend of a friend who, according to her, was one of the nicest guys she knew. Your evening plans consisted of staying in and catching up with your drama while soaking in the tub, so when you received a text from him asking if you’d be interested in grabbing some drinks and catching a movie, of course, you said yes. You scoff, remembering how you’d lit up when he showed interest in you the first time you met; he smiled at you and flirted with you all night, complimented you, and asked questions about you as though he cared. He was nice, though now, your opinion has been slightly altered, and you’re two drinks in, basking in regret at agreeing to this impromptu date.

Your eyes catch a glimpse of the time on the TV in front of you, and you feel your stomach hollow out. You’ve been here for over an hour… how have you not noticed? Chewing your lower lip, you reach for your phone and check your messages, swiping up and down on your screen, a pitiful hope of seeing an apology or an indication of your date’s whereabouts.  Your heart thumping in your chest, you flip the phone face down on the bar to avoid the temptation of sending a message first. God, where is he?

“They’re not coming!” A voice shouts, bursting into laughter, earning a few scattered disapproving sounds and a few extra chuckles.

Your cheeks always get hot first at any moment of humiliation. You try to hide the redness of your cheeks by pretending to read something on your phone, but the comment makes you feel small. There’s a sick feeling in your stomach twisting away at your insides, making you physically wince, your hands perspiring around their grip on your phone. You’re about to gather your things, ready to end the evening and try again tomorrow elsewhere, when the door opens, bringing in a gust of cold air, freezing you in your seat.

A man walks in and makes his way to where you’re seated. His black boots echo a graceful sound with each step he takes.

“Can I sit here?” The stranger asks you, their hands reaching for the stool beside you.

You nod, dumbfounded. You’re rendered speechless; he’s beautiful. Your heart beats like a bird in a cage, and you put your phone away. You look over, not hiding the way your eyes scan his face. It’s as if you’re in a trance; you don’t know how to look away. Is he real?

Jimin walks in, his heart racing wildly, his cold hands sweating in his pockets, and for a brief moment, he fears you’ve left already. Then, he sees you. You’ve moved closer to the bar, storing your phone away when he approaches. His mind races a mile a second; he worries he won’t know the right thing to say. He swallows hard at the saliva in his throat and, despite his anxieties, decides to sit next to you.

“I’m Jimin,” he says cooly, not looking at you, flagging down the bartender. He orders a Kirin Ichiban Beer for himself and motions to your empty glass as he asks, “Wine?"

You don’t respond; you only nod, dazed. Undoubtedly, you’re beginning to worry about losing your speaking ability. Your throat is dry, and the proximity of this man makes your empty stomach feel like a well without end. Among the few remaining in the bar, wearing light denim jeans and a black leather jacket, a dangly earring on his left ear, dark eyes, and the skin of a porcelain doll, this stranger takes a sip of his drink, not looking at you. You’re sure you’ve never seen a man or person this beautiful. You’re staring, unblinking, when he slides a glass over to you, takes another swig of his beer, and very calmly asks: “And your name is…?” He glances over to his left, briefly meeting your eyes. Before you respond, he quietly asks: “You have a date?” He winces at the drink hitting the back of his throat, and looks over your way once more, this time fixing his gaze with yours.

His stare is intense, but the easiness that succumbs you is undeniable. His full lips twitch into a smile, and you mirror it.

As for his question, you think your alternatives to the truth: Your friends were just here not too long ago, but they had to leave early; You just got here, wanted to pop in for a quick drink, and there is no date. You could say anything; he’s a stranger and won’t know the difference, and what would it even matter to him if you’d been stood up again? You could flat-out lie, but when you open your mouth, you say: “I’m Y/N, and the date didn’t work out.”

One truth, one lie.

Jimin looks at you for what feels like ages. His dark eyes locked on you, unmoving and glowing. He raises an eyebrow, takes another swig of his beer, and offers you his bottle to clink with your glass of wine. “We can fix that,” is his response.

Jimin savors the beer, hoping he’s coming off a lot calmer than he is. Internally, a nervous storm of emotions rattles him, and his right leg shakes. Was he too forward? Will you get up and leave? He knows there’s no date; he’s caught you in a lie. Why did you lie?

You sit still. He’s looking at you intently, and your face feels hot. You’re overcome with a lapse of desire for him to stay by your side, wishing he’d look away for the sake of your burning cheeks but secretly enjoying the attention. You realize that you haven’t said anything, and without realizing it, you’re now holding a staring contest with him. Unblinking, his dark eyes trace over your entire face and linger on your lower half, bringing a slight smirk to his lips when you raise a curious eyebrow at him in feigned protest.

“I like your dress,” he says to you, breaking the silence. He’s smiling, unblinking, daring you to be the first to look away. You thank him, and when he shrugs in response, you lose the battle and blink, making him laugh.

It’s a good laugh, you think. It’s deep and lively and makes you laugh in turn.

“No fair,” you whine, defeated. “You do that often, don’t you?”

He shrugs and winks at you as he takes his last beer swig. “Maybe I do,” he drawls. “You were pretty good, though. Good match, good match.”

That makes you blush. He takes notice and smiles to himself as if proud.

“And your date?” You ask him. You bring your drink to your lips without any real intention of drinking, simply shielding your smile from his unwavering stare.

“My date?” Jimin can’t hide the victorious grin on his face. So you might be interested after all.

You nod, trying to maintain a poker face.

“Don’t have one,” he replies, eyeing you, biting back a grin.

You try to hide the relief that overcomes you, and you nod, not knowing what else to say but not wanting the conversation to end. Feeling brave, you clear your throat and follow up with: “Are you married?”

This makes him laugh. He throws his head back, brings a hand to shield his face, and continues to shake with laughter. “Oh no, no, married?” He looks younger when he laughs. His eyes are two little crescent shapes, and your heart begins to race at the sight. He comes down from his laughing fit and wipes his eyes, continuing with: “Not married. You?” You shake your head at this, and he whispers, “Good.”

Again, his eyes lock with yours, and this makes you nervous. Deciding against another staring contest, you shift and finish the rest of your drink. Already beginning to warm, you grimace at the taste and earn a chuckle out of him.

“So, Jimin,” you say, not daring to face him as you begin. You can sense him smiling. You want to look over and catch another glimpse of his daunting face, but you go on watching your reflection across from you. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-seven. You?”

“Twenty-five.”

His lips curve into a smile. “I’m a Libra,” he announces. This makes you turn over to him, your lips forming a gasp.

“No,” you say. “You’re kidding.” Of course, he is, you think. The flirtatious stare, the compliments, the pretty full lips….

“No joke,” he says, raising his eyebrows. “Is that bad?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “No, it’s just so obvious. That is so cute.”

“You’re cute,” Jimin retorts, his eyes raking freely over your face.

You can’t help but smile at that. You shy away from his stare, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you thank him. This man's stare is far more enchanting than you’d like to admit, and your face was already beginning to flush before his arrival; now, it’s embarrassing for him to take the credit.

“This place is nice,” he says, looking around. Craning his neck back, he stares up at the twinkling lights that decorate the sky of the bar, and he catches you staring. Smirking, he quickly looks you up and down, making you turn away again. “I won’t do that again, sorry.” There’s a laugh in his voice when he says that, and you roll your eyes, feigning no effect.

You take small sips of your drink, adverting Jimin’s gaze. You can feel it. His dark eyes follow your movements closely, a smile resting on his face, almost amused. He’s flirting with you; you know that. Yet, you’re unsure how to go about returning the affection. What’s happening to you?

Jimin chews the inside of his cheek, unable to shake the memory of the sullen expression you wore hours before, wondering if you’d offer him the truth if he asked. Considering his loneliness and longing to be comforted, he asks: “Are you lonely?”

You look straight ahead at the bottles in front of you behind the counter, your hazy eyes boring into the mirror that rests across from you. Your eyes are heavy with sleep, reddened with the alcohol of the night, and the apples of your cheeks sting with heat from your last drink. “I guess so,” you admit, watching the words leave your lips in a low effort. You almost resemble a puppet. Did you speak out loud, or did you respond internally? You can’t tell because your confession is followed by silence.

You look over to the man on your right, staring at you, quiet and unmoving. He wears a painful expression as though he wishes to weep.

“I am, too,” he finally responds. “I walked around the city all night long, and I can’t get rid of this emptiness.” He brings a hand to his chest for emphasis. He isn’t smiling anymore. He’s down two beers now, and his eyes look your face over as if searching for something. A small smile invades his serious face as he asks: “Want to dance?” He begins to stand, stretching out a hand adorned with silver rings. “It can be in the back, near the dark parts of the room, if you’d like,” he says like he knew you’d decline and say you didn’t know how. “Come on, Y/N, let's put this lonely night to rest.”

He recites your name, and it suddenly sounds foreign to you. A name you’ve heard your entire life slipping from the lips of a beautiful stranger asking you to dance. This could very well be a dream; who’s to say? His voice is soft and inviting, and the way his eyes have lit up has your limbs feeling weak.

“I don’t know how to….” you nervously glance at the waiter nearby, hoping they aren’t eavesdropping and hearing how easily you fumble a friendly invitation after a night of neglect and too many lonely drinks. He shrugs, his outstretched hand reaching for you. You take his hand in yours, enveloping him in a warm grip, and he guides you off your stool. His fingers tighten their grip on your hand, and his thumb grazes your knuckle. A perfect stranger is bringing you such ease. He scrunches his nose at you with a smile, assuring you. “I’ll teach you, okay?”

You laugh, agreeing.

Jimin leads you through the sparse bar like he’s been here a hundred times. His cheeks hurt from smiling, but when you laugh behind him, he grins so wide he can’t see in front of him.

Your heel rolls beneath you, and you stumble and bump into his back. “Sorry,” you exclaim, recomposing yourself behind him. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” he laughs, not looking back. His laugh is low and deep and fills you with a joyous sense of disbelief. God, where has this man been hiding? “I think I tripped just when you did,” he assures you; now facing you, he smiles, showing teeth. Your eyes absentmindedly fall to his front teeth, slightly crooked and overlapping, and it’s the most endearing sight. He takes your spare hand in his, not caring that you stare, and raising an eyebrow, asks if he can place a hand on your hip. You nod, watching his arm snake around your waist, bringing you close to him. “You smell good,” he comments.

He’s slightly taller than you, and you find yourself craning your neck to look at him, watching you react to the proximity between you.

“Follow my lead, ok?” You silently nod at him, obeying.

Flight of The Stars is playing, and your heart sinks. A bitter memory clouds you, and you remember the last time you danced with your then-boyfriend at your brother’s wedding. The same song was playing then. You don’t notice how your grip tightens on Jimin’s shoulder, your knuckles taking on a pale white.

Jimin feels your grip tighten suddenly, a pained expression taking over you. He furrows his eyebrows, bringing a hand to your face. Gently, he holds your cheek, and your eyes widen at the touch before your face softens. Your eyes fall to the floor, and you usher a quiet apology.

“You okay?” He wonders, his eyes never leaving you.

“Yes. Sorry, I just….” You sigh. “Bad memory, I guess. But it’s gone now.” And you offer him a tightlipped smile to further your argument.

You take a shaky breath, remembering that it was years ago and you’re here now, with Jimin, and though a stranger, he brings you a deep solace you’d gone so long without. He’s rocking back and forth with you, grabbing your waistline tighter than before. You both miss a step and almost collide face-first into each other but manage to stumble back away. Your face is warm, and he shakes his head at the almost collision, chuckling. Embarrassed, you look down at your feet to follow along. “You sure you’re okay?” He quietly prods. You nod despite the bitter memory. “I like this,” he admits, grinning at you, his eyes closing alongside his confession.

And the truth is, he loves this. Being close to you, taking in your scent, his heart flutters, and he momentarily wonders if you consider him too.

“You don’t like this song?” He inquires, reading you.

“I love it; that’s the bad thing, I guess,” you sigh, leaning closer to him. Wishing to melt into him and leave behind the distant recollection of the only other person you ever danced this close with. “You’re right, though. I like this.”

Jimin blushes under the dim lights, uncaring if his feelings betray him and show themselves to you. “I can choose the next song; which should it be? Let it be slow so we can stay like this. I like holding you,” he admits.

“Let's stay like this a little longer, then.” You hold a cautious hand to his waist and earn a nod. It’s okay; you can do that, it says. “Do you live here?” You ask, slowly following his pace to a song you can’t recognize, beginning to play overhead.

“South Korea, I’m here on… business,” he says, stepping in closer. You can almost feel his breath on your face. “I’m here with friends,” he pulls you into his chest, and your hands begin to sweat. “We went out tonight, and I didn’t feel like going home yet. I don’t think I ever get enough time for myself. Do you ever feel like the world moves on without you?”

“All the time,” you sigh, relaxing in his grip.

“Whoa, hold on tighter,” he exclaims, grabbing your arm as your heels roll under you again. You realize that you can’t stand well enough on your own. “Here, hold on to my waist a little tighter; it won’t hurt me,” he instructs, placing your free hand on his waist to guide you.

Your fingers grip the smooth material of his jacket, and you close your eyes, leaning into him as the music blends into incoherent sounds. He smells of sweet oranges, vanilla, and roses. You’re resting your cheek against his chest, rocking back and forth with him, smiling to yourself. His chest is firm, and you can hear the rapid thudding of his heart.

“Are you a New Yorker?” He asks, compelling you to look up at him.

His lips are slick and look soft. You wonder how they’d feel in a kiss.

“No, but it’s no better than where I am from.” You scowl, recalling a home you left long ago.

“Where?”

“Guess.”

“I don’t know many places here, but maybe California?”

“Cold.”

“Cold? Okay, maybe Chicago?”

“Freezing!”

He laughs, making you smile.

“One more try or you have to go home without a prize.”

“What’s the prize?”

You chew the inside of your lip. “It’s a mystery.”

“In that case….” His eyes linger on yours, his lips parting slightly. “You’re from space?”

You thrust your forehead into his chest, laughing at this. Jimin feels his cheeks burning, bashful; he quietly adds: “You’re like a star.”

“Oh, really?” You laugh, shaking your head.

“Yes, really.” He’s painfully aware of the rapid thudding of his chest beneath you, the closeness making him feel warm.

“Oh,” is all you say. Your cheeks are flushed. You’re staring again, swallowing at a lump in your throat.

Jimin runs a hand through his blond hair, tousling it, attempting to hide his embarrassment. “Sorry,” he says, shrugging despite the pink blush that creeps on his cheeks.

“You’re blushing,” you comment, smiling.

“It’s hot in here, I think….” He breathes out, beginning to fan himself.

“I’m not hot,” you say, teasing him instead, enjoying the sight of a flustered Jimin.

“Yes, you are.” His eyes are serious now, looking you over. He runs the tip of his tongue over his lower lip and meets your gaze. “Now you’re blushing,” he smirks.

You’re both in the shadows, near the couple that only stops kissing for air, and he’s walking you towards a loveseat, where he sets you down like you’re made of glass. Sinking into the seat, gazing up at him hovering over you, you think he has to be the prettiest person you’ve ever seen. With the slight buzz from your drinks lingering, your vision doubles momentarily, and you’re grinning at two Jimins readjusting his jacket sleeves.

“What?” He smiles at you. Your sudden attention has him swooning.

“There’s two of you,” you comment, giggling.

“Oh, is there?”

“Come sit,” you pat the spot next to you. “You don’t have to stand.”

“Let me go close my tab. Do you want water? We should drink water.”

Jimin returns, shooting finger guns your way and handing you a cold cup of water. Sitting down beside you, he glances your way. “I can’t believe you were still here,” he remarks, still in disbelief that he’s near you. You shoot him a quizzical look, and he clears his throat. “I saw you earlier.” His face grows hot admitting this.

“You saw me when?” Then, your eyes widen, remembering the two people who photographed each other outside the window. It’d been the only thing to make you crack a small smile all night. You’d yearned to be with them; they looked so close, you wondered what it was like. “Outside with the…” your mind piecing everything together. “…I smiled at you; that was you?” He nods, a dreamy look taking over his serious face.

“Me and my friend Jungkook were out there. He really likes to take pictures. I saw you when I took his pictures, and it was so strange I couldn’t focus on anything after that.” Jimin's heart thuds so hard he fears you can hear it. His hands are sweating despite the cold, and he swallows hard at saliva, anxious at your response.

“I saw you and smiled for the first time all night; not kidding.” You’re smiling now, in shock at how this night came to be. He’d returned for you?

“No way.” He’s giggling; he looks so different now. Flustered and giddy. “I’m glad you were here.” His eyes are boring into yours now, and a panicked part of you almost feels he might lean in for a kiss.

When was the last time you kissed anyone? You’re struggling to remember. Internally, you begin to recount the few kisses you’ve shared with people and wonder if you still know how.

“You’re good,” is all you can say.

He looks confused. He runs a hand through his hair, ruffling it. “I’m serious; if you’re lonely and I’m lonely, we can be together just like this. We don’t have to leave together; you don’t have to give me your number; I just want to pretend tonight. I want to pretend like I have a choice.”

Now you’re confused. “A choice?”

“Yeah, I don’t have time for this dating thing. I don’t have the energy to keep it up; it never works out, so I like to pretend that, for once, it does. I meet a pretty girl, she dances with me, talks to me for a bit, and we go our separate ways; that’s not so bad.”

“You don’t want to try?” Your voice comes out quieter than you’d intended. You hiccup, curling up in the seat, tucking your dress between your legs; your eyes are almost frantic as you look his face over. Alcohol makes anyone bold. It allows you to talk to strangers and ask imposing questions you would otherwise keep to yourself.

He chuckles, shaking his head, his thumb grazing his lower lip. “Well, yes, I don’t try. Not because I don’t want to but because it’s no use.” He flags the waiter, that wipes down tables, asks for another water, and looks away when he says: “I want love like anyone else does. I saw a couple at the museum this week, it was an older couple, and the gentleman is holding up his wife as she bent down to throw coins in the fountain, and I thought to myself how that moment is so tender and wholesome, and then I wonder if I’ll get to have that.” You focus on his full lips, quietly going on. “Then they walk past me, and he grabs a cane for himself and nods at me. I stare at a painting for the next fifteen minutes and listen to him ask his wife if she’d like a cup of tea after they leave. I almost cried.”

You smile at this recounting. “That’s sweet; you tell this to all the girls you meet?” You say teasingly. His lips frown. “I take it back,” you quickly add.

“It’s true; let me ask you this: why do you come here, and why do you choose these guys that don’t choose you?”

You feign a stab in your chest, and he laughs. “Don’t spare me,” you groan. “Loneliness does a lot to people. Real solitude, I can’t get rid of it.”

“Real solitude,” he repeats, mumbling it to himself like a foreign phrase he shouldn’t forget. “I dance or write a song when I get those feelings.”

“You dance and sing?” Your eyebrows shoot up comically, a stunned look on your face.

“I do. I sing and dance; if I had more drinks, I’d show you.”

“Sing something,” you urge.

“Here?” He glances around him, his eyes widening at the people nearby casually glancing his way.

“Unless you’re shy.”

“I’m a little shy.”

You both laugh, looking away from each other, and shaking your heads. This might be the first triumph of your night, making him blush and turn away from you for a change.

“I sing mostly in Korean.”

“I don’t think I’ve heard a song in Korean,” you admit.

“I can write you a song on a paper, and you can look it up online later when I leave, deal?”

“Deal.” You reach into your purse, grab a receipt, and spread it out on the table. You rummage through your purse and pull out an eyeliner pen. “This is all I got.”

He takes the eyeliner pen, grazing your hand with his, and motions for you to hand him the receipt. He starts writing on the back, concentrating, knitting his eyebrows as he finishes his message and folds the receipt into thirds.

“There. But no looking until I am gone,” he hands you the pen, shooting you a coy look. A stare that burns your face moments after you look away.

“You look so,” you begin to say, frustrated at his beauty and little effort.

“So what?” And there it is again. He’s watching you, you notice his stare on your lips, and then he meets your eyes.

“Why do you do that?” Your cheeks are stinging with heat, and your heart is thumping hard in your chest. “You look at me like that, making me feel so messed up.”

“Oh, does it?” He laughs, standing up. “I didn’t know.”

“Jimin?” He nods. “You are very good.”

He starts laughing and gestures at your seat to ask for permission, and you oblige, scooting over to allow him space beside you.

He brings a hand up to sweep his hair back, a habit you’ve picked up on already. “You are very pretty,” he says lowly. “I can’t help it.”

You can hear the loud scrapes of the chairs being dragged out from their place to be set up on top of the tables by the tired bartender, but you don’t dare break the trance Jimin has you in as he begins to lean in closer to your face.

“You’re very pretty too….” you begin to trail off as his lips graze yours lightly, the sudden touch making you shiver despite your warm state. He doesn’t fully kiss you. Instead, his nose is brushing yours, resting his forehead against yours, and quietly mumbling that he wishes to kiss you. He utters your name, and not wanting to wait for the moment to be over, you lean in and mash your lips against his.

“Open your mouth,” Jimin murmurs. You open your mouth. Jimin’s tongue touches yours, a warm shock. You let him kiss you. You kiss him back, leaning more into his grip, your clothes a sudden obstacle you wish to tear away. He’s hovering over you, a jean-clad leg in between your legs, and his adorned hands wander over your waist before he settles his right hand around the base of your neck, deepening the kiss. Joining the feverish couple nearby, you both become entangled with each other on the loveseat. He’s almost entirely on top of you, kissing you hungrily until you’re both out of breath, dazed, and smiling at each other as he draws back, your lipstick smeared across his chin and staining his swollen lips.

You sit up, grinning at his disheveled state.“I wish I could be here longer,” he whines, bringing a hand to cup your face. “I like you. I don’t know you, I know, but I like you. I saw you, and it followed me all night.”

You wipe the corners of your lips, looking over your shoulder to see if anyone’s watching the strangers that collapsed together in a loveseat, hungrily kissing each other as if it’d be the last kiss of their lives. No one is watching, and it brings you quiet relief.

“Jimin, I liked meeting you,” you admit, avoiding his eyes and chewing your lower lip.  

The first person you’ve met in over two years that revived a part of you you forgot existed, and he lives in Korea. Life is cruel, you think to yourself.

“I visit the states often,” he says, taking your hand. His touch is warm, and with his spare hand, he moves stray hairs from your face, and with his thumb pressed to your jaw, he wills you to look at him. “Forget what I said earlier about the numbers. Give me yours.” He almost looks desperate. “I don’t want this to be it.”

“Only if you sing to me over the phone,” you respond, your heart racing at the smile he shares with you. “I don’t want this to be it either.”

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Baby Talk - Part III

Pairing: Jikook X Reader (Jimin X Reader X Jungkook)

Genre: Surrogacy!AU, Polyamorous!AU, Romance. (Future Smut)

Warnings: Profanity, depictions of a panic attack, mentions of poor dieting (starving oneself), overexertion/exhaustion, I wanna protecc them all but alas, some cute shit ig (if I forgot anything please let me know!)

Words: 7.7k (sorry it's a shorter chapter - the next one will be litty citty titty i hope lol)

You and Jimin had been spending a lot of time together recently. Jungkook was having to do a lot of overtime at the office as of late, leaving you and Jimin to have dinner by yourselves most of the time.

Jimin had been surprised at your cooking skills, making you laugh.

“You forget, I was a woman living on her own for like five years before I met you and Jungkook,” you reminded as you set down the plate on the table.

“Such a domestic goddess,” Jimin teased, looking at the apron on you with a certain kind of fondness.

“You have no idea,” you smirked.

“Come on, sit down I’ll bring out the rest of it,” Jimin said, urging you to take a seat at the table.

Not wanting to fight him on it you sat down in your usual spot. You had a tendency of setting a place for Jungkook, even if you knew he wouldn’t be here, you wanted to make sure if he did miraculously show up, he had a place to sit too.

Jimin brought out the drinks and poured you a glass of water before getting himself a glass of wine. You watched in envy as the burgundy liquid filled the cup. You sighed and took a sip of your water before starting in on your meal.

“Y/N?” Jimin asked, looking up from his plate to gaze at you.

“Hmm?” You said, raising your eyes to look into his.

Your heart damn near stopped looking into his beautiful orbs. Sparkling in the dim light of the dining room. His cheeks were full of food, but he had spoken up regardless. Clearing your throat you looked back down at your plate in embarrassment.

“I have a trip I need to take for work, a conference in China. I shouldn’t be gone too long, but, I just wanted to ask what you thought... Would you like me to stay home?” He asked.

You were slightly shocked that he was asking you what you thought about the situation at all. You didn’t think your opinion mattered that much. Did it?

“Well, I mean, Jungkook and I should be fine. How long are you planning on being gone?” You asked, taking another bite.

“Maybe five days? Might be a little longer,” he explained, shoving more food in his mouth as well.

“I mean, it’s for work, right? So, I don’t see why you shouldn’t go,” you said.

“You’d be alone with Jungkook doing a lot of overtime, I-I don’t want something to happen,” he said, taking a slow sip of wine.

“Well, I mean, I’m not that far along. I can still take care of stuff around here for a few days. Jungkook and I will be fine,” you encouraged.

“Okay, but, if something happens just call me and I’ll come back home. I promise,” Jimin said, placing his hand on yours across the table.

Your heart jumped into your throat at the contact. His palm was so warm. It sent little tingles over your skin, making you jump lightly at the touch. Jimin moved his hand away, going back to eating. Trying to keep your breathing even, you tried to think of anything but the gorgeous man sitting in front of you.

Jimin finished eating before you, heading to the kitchen to start cleaning up. You wiped your mouth when you were done and took the rest of the dishes to the kitchen to help clean up as well.

You two fell into a silent rhythm, working around each other. Cleaning up and packing the food away so that when Jungkook got home he could eat and go to bed. Jimin finished off the rest of his wine and then washed out the glass before putting it away.

Eventually the two of you made it to the living room, just sitting on the couch and digesting. It was getting late and your eyes were dropping, Jimin just smiled. Giving you a little nudge, you looked at him in confusion.

“If you’re sleepy, go to bed,” Jimin said.

“Wanna... Wanna make sure Jungkook eats when he gets home,” you said, eyes closing again.

Jimin’s heart clenched in his chest painfully. You were so caring, so kind. He knew you’d be the perfect mother, that was if you even wanted to do that. Jimin felt a rush of panic go through him.

Would you even want to stay with them and the kids? A polygamous relationship was hard enough, but with two kids? It would be even harder... Jimin tried to swallow his rising fear, panicking right now wouldn’t do him any good.

“Sweetie, you need to go to bed. I’ll stay up and wait for Jungkook,” Jimin said, trying to coax you to bed.

“Nooo,” you whined, head lulling to the side slightly.

“Come on, Y/N, don’t be difficult,” Jimin tutted sarcastically.

“Not being difficult,” you murmured.

“Yeah, right,” Jimin snorted.

Just then, the front door opened. Jungkook came in, heaving his briefcase onto the entryway table, taking off his shoes. Before Jimin could blink, you were up and heading towards the kitchen to prepare him a plate.

Jungkook walked over to his boyfriend, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. Jimin melted into the familiar embrace and soon had his arms wrapped around Jungkook tightly. You walked back from the kitchen with a hot plate of food, to find the two men wrapped up in each other.

You damn near dropped the plate at the sight, you’d seen them kiss before obviously. But this seemed more intimate than those. Like you shouldn’t be looking. But, you couldn’t look away... The way their lips moved together so passionately, it made your heart ache in loneliness. Quickly, trying to keep yourself from getting caught peeping like a creep, you hurried to the dining room.

After you were gone, Jungkook and Jimin pulled away. Jimin brushed Jungkook’s hair out of his face, smiling at him with his perfect teeth.

“Y/N heated you up some dinner we made,” Jimin said, leading his exhausted partner towards the dining room, where you were still getting the silverware out. Although both men noticed a cute little blush on your face.

“What are you still doing up?” Jungkook asked as he sat down, watching as you sat in the chair next to him.

“I have to leave for that trip in a few hours. I already discussed it with you and asked Y/N how she felt about it, so I’ll be keeping my four-thirty flight,” Jimin explained.

“Gotcha,” Jungkook said, turning his attention to you. “But what are you doing up? You need to get some rest.”

“I-uh, know you’ve been working late and coming home late... I was just, wanting to make sure you were eating and everything,” you said, rubbing your neck in embarrassment.

“You’re too sweet, Y/N, honestly. Thank you,” Jungkook smiled, showing his beautiful teeth.

“It’s nothing,” you insisted.

“It means something to me,” Jungkook said softly. You gulped, trying to keep your wild child squealing to a minimum.

“Me too,” Jimin said, coming to place a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. You looked at the comforting gesture and gave the two men a soft smile.

“How much longer are you going to be doing overtime?” You asked, trying to get you out of the topic of conversation.

“Probably another week or two, we’ve been slammed recently,” Jungkook sighed, rubbing his face.

“That’s unfortunate,” you mumbled.

“I hate it, but it needs to be done,” he said, sighing.

“Yeah, I totally understand,” you agreed.

Jungkook dug into the food you and Jimin had prepared with gusto. You gave him another helping, wanting to ensure that he was full before he went to bed. Jungkook ate well, really savoring the food you and Jimin had made. It really touched you that he was so appreciative of the meal.

Faster than you thought possible, he was finished and you were clearing away the plate. Jimin insisted that he do the remaining dishes, since he’d be up. Jungkook went to the bedroom to change out of his clothes before reemerging in his comfy pajamas.

Assuming that he wanted to spend some time with Jimin before he left, you headed towards the bedroom. When Jungkook’s voice spoke up from behind you.

“Hey, Y/N!” He said, stopping you in your tracks. You turned to face him, surprised at how close he actually was.

“Yeah?” You asked, giving a sleepy grin.

“Thanks for waiting up for me, and for helping Jimin with dinner. I really do appreciate it,” he said, giving you a genuine look.

“Jungkook it’s the least I can do,” you said, reaching forward to squeeze his hands gently. He looked down at your combined hands, and then his eyes snapped back up to your face.

“You’re already doing so much for us, I hope you know how much it means,” Jungkook whispered.

“I wouldn’t want to do it for anyone else,” you said. And immediately, you wished you hadn’t. Jungkook’s face looked shocked as he locked eyes with you. You blushed, unable to keep eye contact with the handsome man.

“Y/N, Jimin and I-”

“Kook! Come on, you need to get to bed! Otherwise you’ll be dead on your feet in the morning!”

Jungkook sighed and gave your hands a gentle squeeze before heading off towards Jimin. You stood there, star struck it seemed. You had no idea what you had been thinking when you’d said that. But you couldn’t find any lies in the statement...

Quickly rushing to your room you shut the door, heart beating wildly at the thoughts running through your head. Trying to silence your swirling head, you laid down in bed. Eventually falling asleep to the rhythmic beating of your heart.

—

Jimin had been gone for a few days. And you could feel his absence. There was a certain lack of joy in the house. Jungkook was still staying late at work, making you worry about his sleeping schedule. Seeing as how he was getting to bed so late and having to leave so early.

But you prepared meals and cleaned up, making sure he had something good to eat when he came home. You really didn’t want him to go to bed without eating. He claimed to do it some nights when he was really tired, but you couldn’t allow it to happen. The man needed his strength if he was going to keep pushing these long days like a machine.

You were impressed with Jungkook’s stamina. He’d been doing this overtime thing at work for almost a month now. And you were really surprised he hadn’t crashed.

Although, all good things come to an end, and all batteries burn out.

And sometimes they explode.

You were snoozing on the couch late one night when you heard the front door open. Hurrying to the front door to greet him, you were met with Jungkook on the floor. You gasped and ran to his side, worried about him.

“Jungkook? Hey, what’s going on?” You asked. The man was on his knees, slumped against the door.

“I’m...fine...” he mumbled.

“Jungkook! You are the least thing from ‘fine’ I’ve ever seen! Can you stand?” You asked, reaching over to bring his head off of the door.

“Just... tired,” he said, eyes not opening.

“Jungkook,” you whimpered, brushing the hair from his face in a way that felt too intimate, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“I’m okay,” he whispered. His eyes still weren’t open, scaring you. If it came down to it, you wouldn’t be able to pick him up and take him to the hospital. And you really didn’t want to call an ambulance because it would take them forever to get here at this time of night.

“Can you look at me? Jungkook,” you said, touching his cheek gently.

“Mmm,” he said, eyes fluttering like he was trying to open them for you.

“Look at me,” you almost cried, keeping his head in your hands.

Slowly, his eyes peeled open. They were glassy and tired. You can’t imagine how exhausted he must be. He never complains, always going to work with a grin on his face, but you can see it in his posture when he comes home. He really works himself too hard.

“Hi,” he greeted quietly.

“Oh God don’t scare me like that,” you exclaimed, wrapping him up in your arms tightly.

You didn’t know you could panic like that before. Maybe it was all the hormones running through your body, but you were overwhelmed to the point of tears falling down your cheeks.

“Um, Y/N?” Jungkook’s voice was slightly muffled.

“You scared the ever loving piss out of me you jerk! I thought you were gonna die!” You blabbered on, not really thinking about what you were saying. You were too caught up in your own emotions to realize you were practically shoving Jungkook’s face into your chest.

Although, Jungkook really couldn’t find it in himself to complain. Your body was warm, you smelt like jasmine and bergamot, a body wash he had picked out for you. A lot of smells had been putting you off recently and he picked a more subtle one in hopes that you would like it better. He could hear your heartbeat slowing down as you calmed yourself. It was turning into a soothing lull that had his eyes closing again.

“Honestly, why are you staying so late at work! You can’t keep pushing yourself like this! You’re staying home tomorrow, and I’m going to look after you,” you demanded, a soft pout on your lips.

Jungkook brought his head away from your body to protest, when you placed a delicate hand on his cheek. Every bone in Jungkook’s body lit up at your touch, you’d never put your hands on him this much before... He wanted more, he wanted to feel your skin under his palms...

“But I have to go to work,” he said.

“Please, I know you make a salary, one day away isn’t going to hurt you,” you scoffed.

“But they need me-”

“I need you more, all three of us do,” you said, holding your stomach. Jungkook really hadn’t noticed before. But you were starting to show. You’d mainly been looking bloated for the past few weeks, but now he could really see the distinction. “You need to be healthy. I don’t want Jimin to kick my butt when he comes back.”

“H-How far along are you now?” He asked, completely changing the subject.

“Fourteen weeks, why?” You asked, looking down at your stomach.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered, eyes closing again as he fell into your chest. You startled for a moment, before you realized, he was fast asleep. Laughing to yourself you tried to untangle yourself from the gorgeous man... But, it wouldn’t hurt to sit here for a few more minutes, would it?

—

Jungkook awoke with a start.

Looking around the room he noticed that he was alone. Remembering Jimin was on his trip he yawned, moving to start getting ready for work...

When he looked at the clock.

1:00 pm.

Jungkook almost keeled over. Did he forget to set his alarm last night? To be quite honest, he doesn’t really remember coming home. Or going to bed...

Getting up on shaky feet he wobbled to the living room, to find you, sat on the couch with another book in your hand. You looked completely at ease, smiling softly as you munched on a snack.

“Y/N?” Jungkook called out.

You turned your head and looked at him, giving a sweet grin.

“Well it’s about time, I was wondering when you were going to wake up,” you smirked.

“Why didn’t you wake me up? I need to go to the office,” he said, already moving towards the kitchen when his knees buckled and he collapsed to the floor. You rushed over, getting on your knees as well.

“You don’t need to go anywhere mister. I called the office this morning, you’re taking a long weekend,” you announced.

“How did you even get the number for the office? And what did you tell them?” Jungkook asked.

“I got it from Jimin, I told him what happened last night,” you said, blushing lightly.

Jungkook frowned. What did happen last night?

“Ah, so you don’t remember. Jimin said that might be the case,” you said, smiling.

“What happened?” He asked.

“You came home and collapsed in the front entryway. I thought I’d have to take you to the hospital or something, but Jimin assured me that you just needed some rest. So, that’s what we’re doing.”

Jungkook pouted at the realization that you weren’t going to let him go anywhere. He tried to stand up, but his legs were still so unsteady you wound up having to help him up as much as you could with your smaller frame.

“Sit on the couch, I’ll get you something to eat,” you said, heading off towards the kitchen. Jungkook couldn’t help but notice how maternal you were acting. You really were so incredible to him. He and Jimin had both agreed to wait until they approached you about being with them. But looking at you now, it was hard not to just spill his guts to you. Although, this wasn’t the right time.

You brought him a bowl of noodles, making sure that he had something covering the hot bowl so he didn’t burn his hands. He took the food gingerly, sniffing it before bringing the food to his mouth. You watched him eat, smiling as he scarfed the food down.

He made such an intense face when he was eating, it made you giggle lightly. Jungkook’s face turned to you, big doe eyes looking at you with confusion.

“What’s so funny?” He asked between big mouthfuls of food.

“You look like you’re about to give a dissertation on ramen, so serious,” you said, mirroring the look on his face.

“Food is serious business,” he warned.

You snorted but gave a nod.

“Agreed.”

Jungkook finished the food and you took the bowl, heading to the kitchen to clean it out. You were wearing a simple dress, just blue and white stripes that hung off your shoulders in little frills. But you looked so beautiful to him, he could hardly believe it. Your little bump visible underneath the fabric.

You came back with a glass of water, handing it over to him. He swallowed it down in big gulps, making your anxiety loosen its grip on your chest. You’d hardly slept last night because you were so worried about him.

It was fruitless trying to stay in bed and it was becoming harder to get comfortable, so you decided to make it an early morning and get some housework done so Jungkook could enjoy the long weekend without worrying about silly things like dishes.

Soon Jungkook was finished with his food and you took the bowl and utensils back to the sink to clean them. He watched you with eyes full of wonder, his body felt oddly rejuvenated. Was all he needed some food and a long rest?

Somehow he doubted that was the cause of his sudden transformation. Seeing you in a cute sundress was doing things to his head that he couldn’t quite register. He wasn’t sure if he was jealous of Jimin or sorry that he was missing this sight before him.

You came back out to the living room to see Jungkook fiddling with his phone.

“What are you doing?” You asked, causing the man to jump at the sound of your voice.

“Just texting Jimin,” he answered, setting his phone down.

“Ah, is he doing alright?” You questioned, resting against the back of the couch.

“He’s alright, a little tired. But he’ll be coming home soon,” he said, a soft smile on his face.

A ding echoed throughout the house, making you look down at his phone. But Jungkook snatched it before you could get a glance at the message displaying on the screen. You raised your brow in confusion, before he was answering in rapid fire.

Jimin 💕: You mean to tell me she’s in a sundress and I don’t get to see it??? HOW IS THIS FAIR? I QUIT.

Kookie 🐰: There’s a lot of aggression going on here.

Jimin 💕: Because you’re a lucky little shit that’s why.

Kookie 🐰: I didn’t force her into a sundress babe.

Jimin 💕: I don’t see you stopping her 👀

Kookie 🐰: As a lawyer I can confirm that’s illegal.

Jimin 💕: Lammeee. Anyways, send me a pic.

Kookie 🐰: ???

Jimin 💕: Y/N. Sundress. Pic. Send now pls.

Kookie 🐰: That’s creepy babes.

Jimin 💕: Not if you take a selfie. Then I can see all four of my babies!

Well, Jungkook did have to admit that was less weird than a voyeuristic picture of you in a sundress.

Worth a shot.

“Y/N? Wanna take a selfie and send it to Jimin? He wants to see you and the babies and is being annoying about it,” he chuckled.

He wasn’t entirely lying.

“Sure! Here I’ll scoot closer,” you said, struggling to shuffle.

“Wait, you might pull something, hold on,” Jungkook said, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you in closer. Your heart stammered at the sensation of Jungkook’s strong arm pulling you in closer. You tried not to let the shock show on your face when he got the phone out and took the picture.

Jungkook’s heart could burst right then and there.

Your hand had naturally rested on your little bump and your smile was radiant like the rest of you. Jungkook could hardly breathe when he squeaked out it was good and fired it off to Jimin in the hopes that it would shut him up for a little while.

Kookie 🐰: 1029.jpg

Jimin 💕: What the fuck.

Kookie 🐰: Now what’s wrong????

Jimin 💕: You get to be alone with her looking like that. I’m jealous duh.

Kookie 🐰: I’m gonna fucking leave you on r.

Jimin 💕: You wouldn’t dare.

Jimin 💕: Babe?

Jimin 💕: I’m sorrryyyyyy please don’t leave me on r you know I hate it.

Jimin 💕: You brat, you suck.

Jimin 💕: And not the good kind of suck either.

You watched as his phone lit up, making you smile at the thought of Jimin. Then, a thought popped into your head.

“Jungkook?” you asked, settling back into the couch.

“Yeah?” he asked, turning towards you.

“Can you ask if Jimin is eating well? If he’s doing okay? I ask him when I message but he keeps telling me not to worry, I just want to make sure that he’s alright,” you mentioned. Before he left, Jimin had started a new diet and you were worried that he wasn’t eating enough to help sustain him. Especially with the stress of being away from home.

“Yeah, I can do that,” Jungkook nodded.

Jungkook fired off a quick message, asking Jimin if he was okay otherwise.

You waited patiently, hoping to hear the truth from Jimin through Jungkook.

Jungkook’s phone pinged and he looked at it and read the message aloud.

“Doing good baby, thanks for asking! So much for leaving me on r huh?”

You chuckled, but felt a sense of worry settle in your stomach. But Jungkook ignored the remainder of the messages that fired off through his phone from his annoyingly sweet boyfriend and decided he’d like to spend time with you instead.

You two fell into easy conversation. About your past with your great aunt, what you remembered of your family, as well as simple things like your favorite color and favorite anime.

Jungkook discovered you really liked anime just like him and he suggested the two of you watch one just to pass the time. He put on the pilot episode of Black Clover and the two of you fell into a comfortable silence. You were wrapped in watching the show and Jungkook was trying hard to keep his eyes forward. But honestly? He’d much rather watch you enjoying the show, the way your eyes scrunched up when you laughed and the way you snorted when Asta did something stupid, which was ninety percent of the time.

“Is Noelle, like, aware she likes Asta or is it just a trope thing?”

“Oh my God, Asta don’t do that! You’re gonna get the whole party killed!”

Jungkook couldn’t contain his laughter at your outbursts.

It was all too precious in his eyes.

You were precious.

And the two lives you were carrying inside of you...

—

You’d been really exhausted the past couple days.

And Jungkook couldn’t find you more adorable than he did right now.

Jungkook told you that Jimin would be coming home early in the morning and he’d be picking him up from the airport when his flight came in.

The pair of you were in the living room, sitting on the couch. Well, you were practically asleep on the couch, and Jungkook was trying to get you to make a decision.

“Y/N?” He asked.

“Mmm,” you murmured, leaning your heavy head on your hands.

“Did you want to come with me?” He asked, standing up.

“I’ll be alright,” you said, not quite opening your eyes.

“At least go to bed, Y/N. You shouldn’t sleep out here on the couch, it’s not good for your back,” he complained, urging you to stand up.

“I’m fine here-”

“I’m home!” Jimin’s bright voice came through the house.

“What?” Jungkook said, frowning, looking at his phone.

“Where are my babies?” Jimin yelled, walking into the living room.

All the air rushed out of his lungs. There were his two favorite people. Jungkook was all casual, his favorite look on his and you were sitting there practically falling asleep in the couch cushions.

Jungkook walked over and was quick to give him a gentle peck on the lips before he hugged him tightly. Jimin whispered loving words into his boyfriend’s ear, running his hands down the taller man's back before his eyes moved to you. Blearily, you stood up to greet him too. Kissing Jungkook’s cheek, Jimin walked out of his grasp to walk over to you.

“How are you?” He asked, placing his hands on your elbows and squeezing gently.

“Sleepy,” you murmured, eyes not quite open.

“I can see that,” he chuckled. His eyes ghosted down you, checking you over to make sure everything was alright with you when he saw the more prominent belly protruding from your dress.

“You okay?”

No.

No he was not.

He wasn’t expecting to come home and see you looking… Well, like this. All beautiful and maternal. It did things to him seeing you in such a state. Because of him. Those were his and Jungkook’s babies growing in you and that idea made him swell with an odd sense of pride.

“Jimin?” You asked, voice sounding moderately concerned.

Jungkook had walked over and placed a hand on Jimin’s shoulder, rubbing his tensed muscles.

“Baby, you need something?”

“It’s just… You, your-uh,” he coughed. “Your stomach has gotten bigger since I saw you last,” Jimin flushed.

“You want to feel?” You asked.

Jimin and Jungkook’s eyes both shot up in shock.

“Yes,” he breathed.

“Here,” you said, rolling your dress up to reveal the bump jutting out in front of you. You had worn leggings underneath the dress because the apartment was cold. But the way Jimin’s eyes sparkled with amazement made your chest tighten. Jungkook was pouting off to the side, making you want to smile.

“There’s room for two hands on my stomach, Jungkook,” you said, grabbing his wrist and pulling him forward too. Gently, you place both of their hands on your swollen belly. Jimin rubbed your soft skin with his thumb tenderly, wondering if his children could feel him. Jungkook did something similar, looking at your tummy with glittering orbs, like this was the most beautiful moment in life. This moment right here. With all three of you.

Jungkook grabbed Jimin’s other hand with his, interlocking their fingers with a soft grin on his features. Jimin looked at him and placed a gentle kiss on their joined hands.

“You’re incredible Y/N, truly,” Jungkook breathed.

“I’m nothing special,” you said, fiddling with the necklace the boys had given you.

“You’re more than enough,” Jimin said, looking at you with an intensity that had your heart stammering. But before you could refute their kind words, you were yawning. Jungkook tried to hold back his laughter, but you were far too cute for your own good.

“Come on, Y/N, you should go to bed,” Jungkook said.

“Wanna stay here,” you pouted.

“I’m not going anywhere, I have the next week off because of the trip. Time to get reacclimated. I don’t have any patients, so why don’t you go take a nap and when you get up, I’ll take you to lunch,” Jimin offered, giving you a sweet grin.

You seemed to think about it for a minute.

“Okay, I guess,” you said, rubbing your eyes.

“I’m gonna head to work then,” Jungkook said, heading towards the entry way for his keys and such. When your head snapped around and you glared at him. Jungkook froze in place at the look.

“Have you eaten yet?” You asked, raising a brow.

“Um, well. I was going to grab something on the way,” Jungkook said, rubbing his neck.

“Eat. Before you leave,” you said.

“Y-Yes, I will,” he agreed.

Jimin almost burst out into laughter. Jungkook was a stubborn brat most of the time and hardly listened to Jimin early on in their relationship. To see him so utterly whipped for you had him wanting to bend over laughing.

Jungkook quickly grabbed a bowl of granola and ate it while you watched him dutifully, even packing him a snack to eat while he was at work. Even in your sleepy movements, Jimin could see how much you cared.

His own chest felt constricted at the sight of you two together. His favorite babies. Jimin wanted to go over and wrap both of you up in his arms and kiss both you and Jungkook senseless… But now wasn’t the time for him and Jungkook to ask you. They had to do it right, make it special…

Jungkook managed to get away from you, promising he’d drink enough water and he’d take breaks. You scolded him thoroughly when Jimin was gone and it was honestly hilarious that the younger man would comply with your demands so easily.

You yawned again when you turned around and saw Jimin staring at you with a slightly dazed look on his face. You frowned in confusion and walked over, checking him over.

“Did you eat enough when you were gone? Did you sleep-”

“Y/N,” Jimin chuckled. “It’s okay, I’m more aware of my limits than Jungkook.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, bringing him into an awkward hug Jimin was most certainly not expecting. But, he wasn’t going to argue with a good thing. He wrapped his arms around you and almost gasped at the feeling of your little tummy pushing into him. You trailed your hands down his back, causing Jimin to slump forward against your shoulder.

You took his weight, rubbing his back and up to his shoulders. Jimin grumbled appreciatively, relaxing in your hold far too easily. Slowly, you pulled away, looking at him with your eyes blazing.

“W-What?” He asked.

“I can feel your vertebrae! And, your waist is narrower than the last time. Are you really dieting?” You asked, frowning.

“I-I,” Jimin swallowed.

“You don’t need to do that, Jimin. You’re handsome and perfect just the way you are,” you said firmly.

“It’s just a few pounds I want to get rid of,” he huffed, puffing out his cheeks.

“It’s just a few pounds now, but what happens when you lose them and you still don’t like how you look? Do you just keep losing? I’d understand if you wanted to exercise more to gain muscle or if you wanted to make a nutritional diary or something, but this is too much,” you said softly. “I don’t want you to feel like this.”

Jimin was shocked you paid that much attention to him. He’s always felt that you and Jungkook meshed better. But now he knows, his throat closed in emotion.

You’d been watching Jimin for a while. He tended not to eat heavy in the afternoons, saying it made him tired and unproductive. But you know it’s because food is harder to digest and you’re more apt to gain weight if you eat later in the day. And Jimin’s weight fluctuates so easily. You always hear him complaining to Jungkook that his suits are either too big or too small. That something doesn’t suit his stature.

“I want you to love yourself. It doesn’t have to be today, it doesn’t have to be this year even. But I want you to look in the mirror and know, there are people who love you for who you are, not what you look like. There’s so much more to you than your handsome face. A kind, and active listener. A man with a heart of gold. And you have a partner who loves you more than words can describe. And these children,” you said, taking his hands and placing them on your stomach carefully. “They will love you unconditionally. There’s already so much love for you out there. But if you can’t find it in yourself to love who you are, then you’re missing out. Because there’s already a lot to love, Jimin. So much.”

Jimin didn’t realize it, but he was crying. Holding onto you so gently, his children tucked safely away inside of you. But, he felt so vulnerable right now. You’d bared his deepest secret without even knowing it.

Jimin had never felt worthy. Like there was always more he could prove. Even as a professional therapist and counselor, he couldn’t find it to take his own advice. He could coach people all day about their own issues and help them find solutions, but the second he tried to do the work introspectively, walls and old pain rose to the surface.

He’d wanted so desperately to hide it from you. So that you wouldn’t think he was weak, that he’d be a good father to the children you were carrying. He didn’t want you to think he wasn’t going to be good enough for them… For you.

Jungkook knew his pain, and sometimes shared in it. The younger man is always being pressured to be the best in an extremely competitive field. But Jimin grew up with a different dynamic, with parents that are no longer in the picture.

His children would never know their grandparents because Jimin knows that kind of demanding and critical view of your children isn’t a life, but a set of shackles weighing on your heart as you try to please everyone but yourself. It was a painful decision, but they don’t need to be a part of his life anymore. Or his children’s.

You could see the pain etched into Jimin’s features. It was a hard pill to swallow, being told to stop constantly analyzing every little thing you’re doing and to try and be happy when sometimes, deep down, you’re really not.

But if he could just try.

Just a little.

He could make it.

“I never wanted you to know,” he breathed, wiping his eyes. “Gosh I’m such a mess, I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. I don’t know why you’re so over critical, but it’s needless. You are allowed to strive for excellence and good things and to be unhappy with things. But, this kind of self hatred isn’t healthy,” you said.

“How did you know?”

You blushed, not really wanted to admit you’ve been watching him and Jungkook, but he deserved to know. Maybe if you pointed things out he could recognize when he was doing them.

“You don’t eat in the afternoon a lot. And if you do it’s not a lot. You tend to over do it with alcohol. I know you have a higher tolerance but, still. I can hear you when you talk about your clothes to Jungkook. I know when you’re dieting because your cheeks hollow out first. You love to eat out, but when you cook you always give Jungkook and me bigger portions,” you said, biting your lip.

Jimin gave you a weak smile, one that made your chest hurt. “I didn’t know you were watching us too,” he said, rubbing his eyes in frustration.

“It’s okay to cry, it’s okay to not be okay,” you encouraged. “I’m not okay all the time. I struggle, I feel down. But you and Jungkook squash those fears, squash all the doubt and fear. I can’t thank you both enough for everything you’ve done for me. I’m not even talking financially, you two have been such great friends to me.”

Friends.

Jimin’s heart froze.

“Ah... of course, we’re... we’re grateful to have a friend like you as well. You’re doing so much for us,” he said, eyes dropping.

“I wouldn’t do it for anyone else,” you said, giving Jimin a kind expression. He tried to return it, but you knew you’d said something wrong. He was closing off again. “Are you okay-”

“We should go out to eat,” Jimin said, turning towards his room. “You can take a nap before we go. I’m not really hungry right now.”

With that, Jimin shut the bedroom door and you were standing in the living room alone, wondering what on earth just happened...

--

Jimin was a good actor.

He’d done it plenty of times with patients and people throughout his life.

But now?

He couldn’t think of anything else.

Friends.

Is that all you wanted to be?

Surely friends don’t look that deeply at another person? Surely they don’t watch your habits that closely.

Jimin hadn’t changed his clothes and laid on his bed staring at the ceiling. Should he and Jungkook even try to be more with you? Is this what you want? Being a part of a couple is already hard enough, would it work between the three of you?

What would happen if someone wanted to step away? What would happen to the children? What would happen to the remaining two. What if they all wanted to separate? Would you have any rights? Would he?

Jimin couldn’t help the anxious feeling creeping up his throat. He knew the warning signs for himself, but even as a licensed professional, the fear, the doubt and the worry all came crashing down on him at once.

The feeling of drowning.

There’s too much at once.

It’s all overwhelming and everything is suddenly tilted on an axis without even footing. Breathing becoming labored, Jimin stumbled to his feet. He tried to follow the steps, in through your nose out through your mouth. Hold for eight seconds. Try not to panic, try to keep yourself level.

But, it was like everything he’d ever told his patients didn’t apply. It was too hard, staying rational was too hard.

A soft knock came to the door.

“Jimin? Are you ready to go?” you asked, standing on the other side.

“Help me,” he pleaded, gripping his sides so hard he could feel his own ribs. They couldn’t move enough, he wasn’t breathing.

“Jimin? Are you alright? Something wrong?” you asked.

“I-I can’t,” he gasped, collapsing to his knees.

You heard the thud through the wood and your concern grew. You tried knocking again, but there was no response.

“Jimin? Say something, I’m worried,” you said, biting your lip.

Again, no response.

Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore so you placed your hand on the handle and pushed the door open.

You weren’t really sure what you expected to see when you walked in, but Jimin trembling on the floor wasn’t one of them.

“Jimin!” you yelped, getting on your knees next to him. He was shaking like a leaf, hands clutching onto his shirt so tight you wondered how it hadn’t ripped yet. What was going on? Could you touch him? Would that just make it worse?

“Jimin, Jimin look at me,” you pleaded.

“C-Can’t... breathe,” he gasped.

“Let go of yourself, hold onto me instead. Jimin, sweetheart, easy,” you said, softly placing a hand on his. He jolted so hard you feared you’d hurt him.

“I can’t do this,” he hiccuped.

“Do what, Jimin?” you questioned, trying to gently pry his death grip apart.

“Don’t deserve this... You or Jungkook,” he cried.

“Jimin, let go of yourself,” you urged again.

“I’ll fall apart if I let go,” he whimpered.

“Then let me pick up the pieces if you do,” you whispered, patting his hair soothingly.

He finally lifted his head, looking at you with wide and scared eyes. You brought your hand to his cheek, wiping the tears away with a gentle touch. Jimin managed to pull one hand off of himself, watching as it laid limp at his side.

“On me, hold me,” you encouraged.

“Y-Y/N,” he croaked. When he didn’t move, you brought his hand to your hip gently.

“I’m here, I’m right here,” you said, rubbing his knuckles with your thumb.

“Here,” he breathed.

“Even if you fall apart, even if you feel broken, the pieces of you are still good. They still belong together, even if they feel like they don’t fit. Take some of mine, to fill the spaces that hurt,” you begged. “Because you gave me two pieces that fit perfectly right here.”

You took his other hand that had loosened on his shirt and set it on your stomach. Jimin took a sharp breath in. He slowly touched your belly, smoothing his hand over the protruding bump. Jimin could feel himself coming back in. Slowly, but surely.

The pieces weren’t falling apart.

They were falling together.

“You’re alright. You’re safe and you are loved, so much,” you said, bringing him into your embrace. Jimin was stunned for a second, but relaxed in your hold. Your scent overwhelmed him, but not in a scary way. It took away all the pain, the fear and the tightening sensation started to let go.

“I’m here,” he squeaked.

“Yes you are, you’re right here. With me and the babies, we’ve got you,” you said, combing your fingers through his hair to soothe him. His body was still shaking, but it wasn’t like he was going to shatter now. Just startled.

“Babies,” he whispered, letting his head fall in the crook of your neck.

“Yes, we’re here. All yours,” you said, placing your hand on top of his.

Jimin’s heart stuttered at your words.

Were you his? Were you Jungkook’s?

D-Did you feel the way they felt?

“Y/N,” Jimin said, letting a few more tears fall before letting them soak into your shirt and disappear from him.

“It’s okay,” you reassured.

You two sat there for a long while.

Your legs had started to cramp and go numb from the position, but you couldn’t let him go. Not now, not when he needed you. He and Jungkook had held you when you were scared, now it was your turn.

But, your heart was pounding in your chest.

His warm body against yours, clinging to you like a lifeline. You didn’t realize until now. You couldn’t fathom.

But this is where you knew you wanted to be.

Right here with him, and Jungkook. You didn’t want to let him go ever. Or these kids. It felt like you’d been hit with a car. But just the thought of them not having you, or you not having them was almost too much to bear.

You’d died a little on the inside when you said they were your friends.

You were friends with Namjoon and Jin, you wanted to be more with Jimin and Jungkook.

But, could that even work?

Would you last?

How could it work with these kids in the middle?

With... with you in the middle...

Jimin had fallen asleep, resting against your legs as you sat on their bed. You’d managed to get him on his feet after some coaxing.

You called Jungkook shortly after.

“Y/N? Everything alright?” he answered, sounding like he was coming through on his car audio.

“I’m alright, the babies are okay but... Jimin’s struggling,” you said softly, running your fingers through his hair.

“What happened?” Jungkook asked, sounding worried.

“H-He had a panic attack, I think,” you explained.

“Oh fuck, Y/N... Is he okay? Can I talk to him?” Jungkook’s tone turned scared.

“He’s okay, I calmed him down. He’s alright,” you eased, trying to keep your voice level so you didn’t wake Jimin up.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked. You heard the gear shift go in.

“I’m fine, are you home?” you asked.

“Yes, I’ll be up in just a second hang on,” he said, hanging up.

You heard the front door open a while later. Jungkook’s footsteps came up the hall and you lifted your head to see him standing in the doorway.

“Oh my baby,” he whispered, walking over and kneeling next to Jimin.

“He had a tough day,” you said, taking your hands away.

Jungkook took over immediately, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. His frown was severe, looking at his partner with such concern it made you feel out of place.

Your job was done, Jungkook was here and could do the rest.

But, you couldn’t find it in yourself to move.

“Y/N, thank you so much for helping him,” Jungkook said, taking your hand in his.

“I-I’m glad I could help,” you stammered.

“It means a lot, seriously. Thank you,” Jungkook stressed, placing a gentle kiss to your hand. You felt your face flush immediately.

“It’s alright, I’m glad I was here. No one should go through that alone,” you said, frowning.

“You should get some rest. Did you wind up taking a nap when I left for work?” he asked.

“No,” you said, feeling the exhaustion in your body taking over.

“Just lay down, sleep. It’s okay,” he encouraged, rubbing your knee. Jimin fussed on your lap, but you quickly calmed him down again.

“Okay, but-” you yawned. “But just for a second.”

“Mhm. Just a second,” Jungkook smiled. You leaned back against the pillows and the last thing you felt was two pairs of hands clutching your hands.

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small analysis of jikook's unexpected but delightful part in The Truth Untold

we always joke about how we move on from jikook moments a bit too quickly, but that's because we already get a lot of content, and don't really have time to be stuck on a single moment at the rate that jikook are going at, but i truly believe that we moved on from this way too fast, and it wasn't appreciated as enough. this moment is so significant, and dare i say, it is one of my big 3, alongside rosebowl and gcf in tokyo, and this is why.

1. this line was originally sang by jimin only, and for proof you can just go back and listen to the song again. but as we can see here, jimin and jungkook sang this line together.

for reference:

2. the line in question would be "and i still want you", but here's the thing. we can clearly hear them say "but i still want you". why the sudden change from "and" to "but"? this is the question that first comes to mind. you can interpret this however you want, but I'll just go ahead and tell you my thoughts. the "but" here, could signify a lot of things, including "them being idols", "them being in the biggest band in the world", "them being two guys", "them living in a homophobic country", and "them having to constantly be denied of showing how they truly feel towards each other, just because a bunch of people decided to be ignorant assholes". the "but" here signifies a promise, it signifies how they're both ready to sacrifice everything, and how despite every obstacle they face, they still want each other as close as possible. again, you can interpret this however you want, and these are only my thoughts. you can choose to believe them, or not, it's up to you.

3. it is important to point out the way they sang this line. when i first heard it, the only thing that came to mind was "vulnerability". they sounded so raw and open for everyone to see, it honestly felt like i shouldn't be seeing this, it just felt too intimate. the way they turned to each other, the way the whole stadium went silent, as if they were the only two in the world. to say it gave me shivers would be an understatement.

on a final note, this whole thing was definitely planned beforehand, they obviously sat together and decided to do this, they wanted to do this. their love for each other, whether it be platonically or romantically, goes way beyond anything words can describe, i wish them happiness from the bottom of my heart. it's a shame such a beautiful and inspiring bond is overlooked by many just because it's "different", and it doesn't fit most people's ridiculous dynamics. the world is truly such a cruel place, the amount of hate these two get is unbelievable. all they deserve is love and appreciation.

if you read all this I LOVE YOU i hope you have a good day :D

Break the Ice by minlouvre

Break the Ice

*i believe this is also posted on tumblr*There are three rules to become an official Puck Bunny: 1. You have to love hockey. No exceptions. 2. You have to had slept with at least three hockey players. Starters, no benchwarmers. 3. And most importantly, have fun!

This is jungkook x reader x jimin and there is mxm

Let's Talk About Sex

A/N Idk what this is but uh hope you enjoy.

Summary: Jungkook has been your best friend for a long time. Recently he's been hiding something from you, and you need to find out what it is.

Warnings: mxm, future fxm, female reader, handjob, more to come ;) in the future, future poly?, it's kinda already happening but yeah, maybe a little angst?

Part 2: Let's Talk About Us

Part 3: Let's Talk About Love

Masterlist

Realistically you know Jungkook has sex. The hickies that peek over the collar of his shirt. That one time you saw condoms and lube in his room. There was also that one graphic text that popped up on his phone from someone named ‘J’ There's also that fact that he is a healthy, young male with way too many hormones. Thrusting his hips in the face of thousands of people can only do so much.

There is only one issue with this realization: Jungkook has never talked to, let alone been seen with, a girl besides you.

Now, Jungkook is hot. Jungkook is really fucking hot. (Another realization that's been plaguing your brain recently). BUT despite his risque outfits on stage, accidental buttons coming undone, full sleeve, facial piercings, and quite possibly the most gorgeous face ever, Jungkook has never ever EVER flirted with a girl. The possibility of him being a virgin was something you considered often until the hickeys started showing up a few years ago. No matter how many times he tried to hide them, it never worked.

However, there is one thing in your friendship with Jungkook that is never spoken about, and that is sex. Always assuming Jungkook was too shy (or abstinent) to talk about it, and on your end there wasn't much going on either.

(Other than that one night with Taehyung that Jungkook doesn't know about and NEVER will if you have anything to do about it)

Either way, you and Jungkook are best friends and have been since you were growing up next door to each other in Busan. This secret hookup or girlfriend is eating away at you. So, there's only one thing left to do.

...

'Noona, why are you sitting on me,' the man who has been plaguing your thoughts grunts from underneath your thighs.

After thinking for a very long time, rushing over to Jungkook's place to bug him about all of the unanswered questions you have seemed like the only appropriate course of action.

'I have a very important question to ask you and I don't want you to run away.'

Those doe eyes you've grown to love widen even more than you thought possible,

'Should I be scared?' he asks

'Probably,' you hum in agreement and after a moment of pretending to be in deep thought you utter the words that change your friendship forever,

'So, let's talk about sex'

Suddenly the room spins, and next thing you know you have a face full of overpriced sofa cushion. Whipping around you come to face the very reason you just did parkour. It's Jungkook's fault, and the man in question is on the opposite side of the room. His eyes are wide and darting back and forth. He's avoiding eye contact like it'll kill him if he looks into your prying eyes.

‘What the hell was that for, muscle pig. You’re gonna give me whiplash.’ you whine while rubbing your neck.

‘Sorry you- you just took me by surprise.’

Ah there he is. The shy jungkook who couldn’t look you in the eyes for weeks after he saw you in a sports bra for the first time ten years ago. The tips of his ears are tinting red just like they always do when he’s feeling particularly embarrassed, ‘w-why do you wanna talk about… you know–that stuff?’

Sweet, sweet jungkook. Trying to pull the innocent card to cover up the fact that he’s been keeping secrets for a while now, ‘I know your secrets JK. So, why don’t you just tell me.’

All of the sudden the atmosphere in the room changes and his shy yet cute look changes to something more fearful.

‘How did you find out?’ he manages to stutter out. His face is beet red and his hands look a little shaky.

“I’ve seen the hickies, condoms, lube, and the naught texts for ‘J.’ It doesn’t seem like you were trying very hard to keep it a secret.’ You’re laughing a little, but Jungkook isn’t. You know the look on his face and it’s similar to the one when he was getting chewed out by his managers for his car accident. He’s worried. About what–you don’t know.

He rushes over to you and grabs your hands, ‘noona please promise me you won’t tell anyone. If anyone ever found out our careers–’

‘Jungkook,’ you interrupt. His voice had started to get that telltale waiver in it indicating that what was going on was truly worrying him, ‘I’m not going to tell anyone Jungkook. Why would you even think that?’

‘It’s just I don’t know how you feel about the whole thing, and I know same sex relationships are really taboo in Koreas, and I just don’t want you to tell anyone, but I didn’t know if you’d even support it, and if you didn’t support it then maybe you’d tell people, and–’

‘Jungkook,’ you look at him wide eyed and place your hands on his shoulders. This is a lot to process in a short amount of time. Not a bad thing, just surprising, ‘First of all, I would never ever think differently of you for who you’re with. You’re my JK and your significant other will never change that.’

‘Oh thank god,’ he lets out a sigh of relief and throws his arms around you while tucking his head into your neck. You can feel how warm his cheeks are it seems like he was on the verge of tears, ‘I’m so glad–’

‘Ah ah ah. I’m not done yet. Secondly of all, the only thing I was insinuating was that you were hooking up with someone. I hate to tell you this, but you outed yourself on that one my friend.’ you tell him.

Suddenly he goes stiff in your arms and his head snaps up to look at you, ‘But, you said you knew my secrets.’

Smiling at him to let him know everything is gonna be okay you say, ‘Jungkook, what part of saying I saw the evidence of your sexcapades made you think I knew every little detail?’

‘Well you said you saw the text from ‘J’ so I assumed you’d figured that out’ he mumbles under his breath.

You pause. If he’s saying he thinks you;d figured it out, that means it has to be someone you know. Wracking through your brain you think about all the possible J names you know. The only one you know of who’s single and ready to mingle(or at least you thought until today) is– ’Oh my god you’re dating Jimin’

He looks into your eyes, cheeks turning even pinker, ’oh. Uh yeah. I’m dating Jimin. Just Jimin’ He’s avoiding your eyes. You can tell he’s hiding something, but knowing him, it’s better to wait it out. A lot of things have been revealed today, and pressuring him could just make things worse.

‘Jungkook,’ you say softly.

He looks up at you, unease fills his eyes, ‘yeah, noona?’

‘I think that’s great. You deserve to be happy,’ you smile at him. Hoping to conceal the disappointment in your tone.

It seems to work a little, ‘Really? You don’t think it’s weird?’ That uncertainty is still there. Hidden behind the galaxies in his beautiful eyes.

‘No, JK. I think it’s awesome. You found someone who makes you happy. And apparently some who makes you feel good if you know what I mean,’ you wink at him.

All of the sudden a whole new blush takes over his face,

‘Y/n’ he whines. His head finds its way back to your shoulder. A moment of silence passes before he speaks up, ‘thank you for supporting me noona.’

‘I’ll always support you, JK.’

You both stay like that for a while. Realistically, you know there’s something else he’s scared of telling you. You’ve known about Jin and Namjoon’s relationship for awhile, and you’ve always been supportive. You’re just happy to know he’s being taken care of. Jimin’s a great guy, and they both deserve to be happy. You probably should’ve seen it sooner now that you look back on it. Lingering glances or touches. God damnit, that bite mark they claim was a drunk accident. Man, you’re dense.

…

Later when you leave Jungkook’s place, you shut the door and lean back against it. Trying to blink away the tears that sting your eyes, you need to suck it up. At the end of the day you don’t know what you were trying to achieve by interrogating him. He was never going to be more than your best friend, but a part of you was hoping that he was just hooking up with someone and you still had a chance.

As you're walking to your car you see Jimin pull into a parking spot. A smile is on his face, probably because he’s about to see his perfect boyfriend. You like Jimin, but you can’t help but be jealous.

…

‘Yeah, baby?’ he pants against Junkook’s mouth, ‘Thinking about your noona always gets you excited doesn’t it?’

‘Yeah,’ Jk whines out, hips bucking up into the hand wrapped around his cock. He’s so beautifully flushed and pliant like this. Bending to the will of his boyfriend’s skilled hands.

‘Do you wish this was your noona, baby?’ The hand around his length gets tighter and begins jerking him faster while the other finds its way down to that perfect spot right behind his balls.

Jungkook keens. The loud moan that falls from his lips– an indicator that he’s rapidly approaching his orgasm.

‘Come on baby, you know you aren’t allowed to finish until you answer hyung.’

Jungkook tosses his head back and forth on the pillow, ‘Yeah, I want noona to touch me–AH please hyung, let me cum.’

His hyung leans forward and presses a kiss to his lips, ‘Go ahead kook-ah, cum for hyung.’

Jungkook’s mouth parts, eyebrows furrowed as he hurtles toward his orgasm. Fingers pressed to his perineum and the hand around his cock have never felt so good as the images of his noona fill his head. His head flops back against the pillow and his eyes squeeze shut.

‘Fuck, I’m cumming,’ Jungkook grunts.

Hot spurts of cum shoot from his cock. His release paints his toned stomach, and the hand wrapped around him. He moans out–a beautiful sound with his mouth wide open. His orgasm face is similar to the face he makes when he eats something particularly delicious. Almost as if it’s so good he’s angry. Hips are thrusting into the hand that helped him finish as little shocks of oversensitivity started to take over.

He pushes his hyungs hand away so he can finally breathe.

Just then footsteps are approaching the room. Jimin walks in fresh out of the shower, ‘Oh man, I missed out on the fun.’ He whines. A small smile on his face as he approaches the bed, ‘Hyung you know I wanted to play with Kookie.’

‘Oh Jiminie, we’re just getting started. You should hear how worked up our kookie gets when we mention his noona.’ Yoongi smirks.

Charmander on AO3

So... I've been quarantined after testing positive for covid and I decided to spend that time binging Charmander's fics on AO3

So here's are some thing's I want to recommend that I've read from this author. Disclaimer: since I have so much time on my hands I've been only leaning toward the longer series by this author.

Another diclaimer: These are all Jikook fics so if mxm isn't your thing... this is not the rec for you :)

Blind Switch

When Jimin’s parents decide he needs to straighten out his life in order to earn his trust fund, they send him to his grandparents’ ranch where he meets prestigious horse trainer and jockey, Jeon Jungkook. Jimin has always gotten his way before, but Jungkook is used to working with anything and anyone stubborn, and Jimin may have just met his match. (14/14) With a one shot extra! ->

Naughty or Neigh

Settling into life on the ranch doesn’t come without a few hiccups. OR The Blind Switch Christmas Special no one asked for.

Damnatio Aeterna

Beaten and disgraced by the wandering pack he once led, alpha Jeon Jungkook finds himself under the care of two city-dwelling betas. With his omega dead and himself weakened and traumatized by the torture he endured, he does the best he can to adapt to a life he never wanted and the advances of a headstrong alpha with a peculiar interest in him. (11/11)

Devil Dog

(Personal Favorite but make sure you read the tags!) He hasn’t counted his kills since passing the sixth one years ago. Back then, it was the guilt that made him keep track. After the sixth time watching a body fall and knowing he caused it, Jimin accepted this as his new reality. As for Jungkook, he's never known anything but the harsh call of war. (12/12)

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When small-town boy, Jeon Jungkook, decides to move to the city to pursue his dreams, he finds himself in the middle of an eccentric little Burlesque Lounge, mystified by the flamboyant, laissez-faire dancers, risque performances, and, particularly, a dancer named Park Jimin.

With a whole new world opened up to him, Jungkook becomes determined to land a spot on the stage, exploring all the parts of himself he was too afraid to face before, and falling in love for the first time. (4/4)

Well these are the one's I've read so far, and they're all amazing. As always, mind the tags friends. I'll probably be reading the rest of charmander's works while in quarantine in between writing my new story Convenience!

Would love to this as well in the brotherly collection

So brotherly!!!!

Jimin looks at jungkook like a proud big brother 🥺

YES ! YAY!! FINALLY SOMEONE GOT IT RIGHT 🥰🥰💋💋😌🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️😜😍😤☺️☺️😘😉😘😉😃😏😏🥺😳🤍🐶👍❤️😏😂🥰

SO BROTHERLY 🥰🥰❤️❤️❤️🥺🥺😳🤍🤣💋💋💀😉😉😘💗💗💗🥺🥺❤️👍👍☺️☺️💋💋💗❤️😳🥰🥰🤗😸

MY THOUGHTS ON THE RECENT EVENTS

Recent Events means things related with Jikook

I have seen a lot of people has been out of their shell and pointing fingers at Jikook's relationship when before they didn't even agree Jikook are a thing. Before you people were Jikook are brothers now you are saying they broke up. Hello??? Take a stand guys. Stick with one point. I have also seen Jikookers( some ) getting insecure about Jikooks current status as we very well know that when there was group activities they were attached to the hips 24/7. So like I always wondered what will happen when this group content stops what will happen in their solo era??? Now that time has come and we see less group activities so less Jikook. Since Jikookers never faced drought it has become difficult for people without new content because we were spoiled bad and are now facing withdrawal symptoms (is this how those *coughs* eyes meet in awards show ships feel like their whole lifetime 🤣). So lack of moments tend to make some jikookers uneasy now as it is new for us as well to have a drought.

We now know Jungkook is spending his time at home and he occasionally goes to company for work too. But Jimin is spending his time day in and out at the studio. He is working his ass off for his Album and for many things he prepared for us.He is very very busy and doesn't have time for anything.

My opinion: It's a very new phase for Jikook as well to spend time apart from each other to not meet each other at companies too .It's not for us to assume they might meet in private. But we know that they are unable to spent their times like before now. Like instead of assuming Jimin doesn't want Jk anymore or Jm solos saying that finally Jm got rid of that man which is good for him or Jk is depressed or Jm not meeting Jk is the end of their relationship, Focus on how it will unfold because even I am curious of what will happen to them when all the cheers will end one day will they be attached to hip like before? It's one of the most precious love story of all time. It definitely is one in a million love story. So I believe in their Love and even if they decide to go with someone else then also it is fine but whatever they did together is done. No one can change that or take away. I will wait to see how their relationship unfolds and will cheer from afar. Just it's a time of test for their bond because there is Military coming up and my babies should be away for 18 months. All this is new but thats how it is. And provided they will have to go through it twice if Jk and Jm enlists in different time periods. When Jk will get ready for his album this will repeat. So in the next 5 years imo will be a test for their love and we know how strong it is. I believe (my opinion) that their love will thrive and flourish. And if they pass this test of time and still decides that to continue their amazing love then my dears they are in for it for a lifetime. They will show the world how to be in love and write the most beautiful Love story in the world.

SO FOR NOW EVERYONE RELAX CHILL SIT BACK FOCUS ON YOUR LIVES WHILE SUPPORTING THE BOYS AND JIKOOK'S LOVE. LET THEM WRITE THEIR STORY.

Taekook going out and hanging out is not prove at all that they are dating, we do agree. It does prove that whenever JK is available he's either hanging out with someone else or by himself doing a Vlive.

Ok ,

So maybe your point is Jk is doing a vlive or hanging out with someone else but not with Jimin right???

And in yesterday's vlive we all saw how many times he referred to Jimin. It was white day. He was bored. His certain someone was very busy and he had free time and he did a vlive.And it was the most endearing vlive ever.