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Off Limits Pt.1

Off Limits

Pairing: Jimin | Reader

Summary: You thought your crush on Jimin was long forgotten. If you only knew how wrong you were.

Warning: Sexual content.

Word Count: 7,535

[Part 1]   Part 2     Part 3     Part 4   Part 5

“Why do you have to drag me along? I really don’t wanna go. I’m not feeling it tonight” You protested as you watched your friend throw all of your clothes all around your room, trying to put together, what she considered a “party-approved” outfit for you. Apparently you knew nothing about what was appropriate to wear at a house party; at least that was what Lisa always told you.

“Y/N…” She stopped what she was doing to turn her head in your direction. “This is your brother’s and Jimin’s homecoming party. Do you even understand how big this is gonna be? Everyone in between the age of twenty to twenty-five is gonna be there. We can’t miss it.” And with that she turned around to keep trying to find anything other than a t-shirts and skinny jeans, which you would normally go for.

About two years ago your older brother Namjoon, and his best friend Jimin, came back home after a year of working and travelling in Australia only to surprise you and your family with the fact that he and Jimin was planning to move across the country to study for two years. Needless to say, your parents were a little taken aback by the sudden fact that their oldest was about to leave them once again when he had finally returned. But of course they never said anything. Instead they kept their smiles on, cheering him on to live his life, doing whatever made him happy.

Two years flew by quicker than anyone thought, and for the first time in almost three years your brother was back home. Naturally, he didn’t live with you and your parents anymore. Not that he wasn’t welcome to do so, but because he’s twenty-four years old and wanted his own place. After all, he had been living by himself for the past three years already.

You loved your brother, and you were extremely happy to have him back home close to you. Of course you wanted to celebrate his homecoming, but you couldn’t get the thought of attending the same party as your older brother out of your head. He was protective, overly so. When he left the first time, three years ago, you were only seventeen years old. You had never been to a party, and most of the time you focused on studying and falling victim for Namjoon and Jimin’s rash pranks. But now, you had just turned twenty, you had gone to numerous of parties and clubs, you’ve had a few boyfriends and you were old enough to drink legally. Which meant you were not the little girl he left behind three years ago, and you were not too sure how he’d take it.

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Off Limits pt.2

Pairing: Jimin / Reader

Summary: Getting over Jimin isn’t easy, especially not with the mixed signals he’s giving you.

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 7.8K

A/N: Finally part 2 is out! I really hope y’all like it! If you have any thoughts or questions feel free to write to me. Now, please enjoy!

Part 1   [Part 2]    Part 3     Part 4   Part 5

”Where the hell did you go last night!? Do you have any idea of how worried I was? Jackson was panicking, he told me you went to the bathrooms but never returned. And then you didn’t even answer your phone!? Me and Jackson had to lie to your brother when he came looking for you.” You flinched at the mention of Namjoon. Even though you theoretically hadn’t done anything wrong, you felt like you had betrayed your brother. Just the thought of him ever finding out what you and Jimin had done sent itching shivers through your body.

Lisa sat in front of you on your bed with her arms folded over her chest, her right eyebrow raised as she demanded a good explanation to your disappearance last night.  

“I’m sorry…” you replied weakly as you let your head duck down in shame as last night’s memories came washing over you like cold water. The ghost of Jimin’s lips still lingering on your lips ever so slightly. No matter how hard you tried to block away last night’s memories, you could still feel his strong arms wrap around you, pulling you in closer as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. You could still smell his intoxicating fragrance, and although you would never admit it, you would have done anything to be able to breath in his scent once more. But you knew that would never happen.

With the heavy weight of your heart you remembered how you woke up this morning, alone, abandoned and used. The moment he had pressed his lips against yours you had known it was only going to be a one night stand, but somehow you had let your hopes up when he asked you to stay and dragged you back down to cuddle. But instead of starting something beautiful with Jimin, like you so many times before had dreamt of, you only got added to his already too long list of girls he had slept with. The fact that that was all you probably was to him made your already heavy heart feel heavy enough to drag you down in the dark abyss of the ocean.

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Off Limits pt.5 (Final)

Off Limits part 5 (Final)

Pairing: Jimin / Reader

Warning: This series contains sexual content.

Word count: 10.1k

Part 1    Part 2    Part 3    Part 4    [Part 5]

”What the fuck is going on here?”

Slowly turning around you met your brother’s wide eyes, confusion written all over his face. “Y/n? Are you crying?” With a dense layer of concern coating his words he quickly walked up to you, placing his hands on yours shoulders in a comforting matter. “What’s wrong?”

“I just wanna go home…” you whispered, eyes fixed on the black car behind your brother as you were far too ashamed to look him straight in his eyes.

“Yeah of course, if that’s what you want. But are you okay?” he sounded worried, and it pained you so much to have him worry for you when this was your fault. You should have known things would end up this way – there had been warning signs everywhere, still you decided to ignore them and follow the naïve wishes of your heart.

Covering your face with your hands you continued to cry hopelessly, wishing you could just disappear and never come back. Two strong arms wrapped themselves around you before pulling you in, embracing your small frame. The warmness radiating from your brothers embrace took a hold of your broken heart, gently rocking the broken pieces together until they fell apart again. Not even the warmth of your brother’s love would be enough to help you put your broken heart together, not this time.

In the past Namjoon had always been the one to help you put the pieces back together, the one who made you feel better again, the one who reminded you that you didn’t need some stupid guy to make you happy. But now, how would you be able to look at your own brother and not be reminded of the fact that Jimin is his best friend, and how would you be able to not secretly blame your own brother for this mess. You knew it was wrong, but the part of you who still desperately longed for Jimin couldn’t help but consider the possibility of this never happening if Namjoon wasn’t as protective as he was. Would Jimin still want you if your brother had never put you on, what Lisa called, the “off-limits list”? Would everything have been different?

No… you can’t think like that. It’s not Namjoon’s fault. Grabbing a fistful of Namjoon’s jean jacket you pulled yourself closer to your brother, letting his comforting scent drown out any accusing thoughts directed at him. This wasn’t his fault. If Jimin wouldn’t use girls the way he’s been doing for so long Namjoon wouldn’t be so protective of you when it came to guys like him. You knew that.

You don’t know how long you stayed in your brother’s comforting hold, a minute? Ten minutes? You had no idea, it felt like the whole world stopped, like the laws of time ceased to exist, and there was only you and Namjoon. When he let go of you, you met his eyes for a quick second before his eyes found something else, causing his entire body to go rigid, the worried look in his eyes swallowed by a new emotion, anger. Namjoon had probably been too busy worrying about you, making him forget about the blonde-haired guy standing only a few feet away from the both of you.

Turning around your swollen eyes landed on the guy your broken heart still so awfully yearned for.  Shaky breaths escaped your lips, and you couldn’t tell if it was because of your heavy sobs or because of the chilling breeze capturing your brown locks, guiding them over your shoulder.

Jimin’s eyes stuck to yours; exposing the emptiness within as his entire soul left his eyes, hiding somewhere far from your eyesight. Looking so miserably drained of emotions he stood there, so close, yet so far away.

“What have you done?” Namjoon broke the long silence, taking a few steps towards his friend, the tone in his voice implying that he already knew.

“I’m sorry” Jimin’s eyes didn’t leave yours and you knew that he wasn’t apologizing to Namjoon, but to you.

“Sorry for what?” Namjoon pressed.

“You know what” Jimin replied calmly as he turned his gaze to your brother.

Before you had the time to react Namjoon stormed over to Jimin, his fist colliding with Jimin’s jaw in such force his head turned unwillingly to the side.

“Namjoon what the fuck!” you screamed as you rushed over to Jimin. His head still turned to the side, slightly shocked by the sudden impact. Carefully you raised your hand to brush away the blonde hairs that was covering his eyes. But Namjoon was quicker. Gently he pushed you aside before he stood in front of Jimin again.

Slowly Jimin turned his head to face your brother, his swollen, hopeless, eyes completely drained of happiness. He looked so small, so defeated, almost like an antelope accepting its fate as it feels the predator’s sharp teeth punctuating its throat, sucking the life out of it. Swiping his thumb over the side of his lips, he looked at his thumb, blood.

“Did you fucking sleep with my sister!?” Namjoon asked in disbelief, his voice slightly shaking in anger as he let out a humorless laugh, running his fingers through his hair before biting onto his bottom lip in frustration. The internal struggle in your brother’s mind shown clearly in the way his eyes went back and forth between you and Jimin.

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Magic Hands

Pairing : Boyfriend!Jimin x Girlfriend!Reader.

Genre : Soft!Boyfriend au, Smut au.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Thinking About You (M)

▹Word count: 10.6k

▹Genre: romance, angst, fluff, comedy & smut

[Warning; Swearing, references to drug use, alcohol and sex. Explicit sexual references and scenes. Mentions of low self-esteem and insecurity! If these sorts of stuff trigger you. Please do not read.] ⚠︎

University! au frat boy x female insecure reader (first time) | reupload from the old blog

The Reader is a virgin in this fic. You have had a massive crush on Park Jimin since the very start of University. There is one big thing stopping you from pouncing on him every chance you get and it is this thing called Insecurity. You both are now second-year students who have been building up this obvious sexual tension between the two of you since the very first day you met. You are too shy to act on the building sexual tension until a frat party held by Jeon Jungkook changes everything between you and Jimin. A little liquid courage seems to do the trick! 

A/N: Sorry I’ve been gone for so long guys!!! I hope you enjoy this fic! Jimin has been driving me crazy lately. 

“Hey, you both look like -totally exquisite tonight! I’m so glad you guys could make it! You both look stunning as fuck...” Taehyung’s lips stretch into a smirk, as he eyes you from head to toe before mimicking his actions to eye your best friend a well. He was very intoxicated and it was nothing new for Kim Taehyung to get totally wasted this early in the night. His heated gaze made you both feel incredibly intimidated. It didn’t help that he was intoxicated and much more confident. You both glance at each other before chuckling in slight discomfort. “Hey, Tae!” You say feeling self-conscious under his intense gaze. “Where’s Jungkook?” Your best friend asks as he moves to the side to let you both enter through the front door of the Jeon residence. “He’s fucking at the back taking shots with Namjoon,” Taehyung says laughing while picking up a red cup forgotten by the TV. “How many shots have they both had so far?” Your best friend asks waving Seokjin who smirks at her before cocking an eyebrow cockily as he checks her out from another side of the living room. "I dunno we lost count after 20." He says completely unbothered by his friends getting hammered right before the party even started and you both nod stiffly in response.

Typical Jungkook. 

The smell of pot fills your nostrils and you turn your head towards the living room couch. "Hey, Yoongi! Hoseok!” You exclaim waving at pair enthusiastically. Hoseok and Yoongi pull the joint out from between their lips before blowing out smoke to murmur a quick ‘Hi' to you while smiling. "You guys doing this already?" Your best friend chuckles shaking her head as she crosses her arms. They both glance at each other before coughing out a few chuckles. "Babe we've been fucking high since like 3 pm," Yoongi states proudly before fist pumping Hoseok. You check your watch for the time and you are not surprised when it displays that it's 7:30 pm.

You both roll your eyes and nod your heads before turning back to Taehyung. He grins at you both cheekily before pulling out his phone from the back pocket of his jeans. “Hey, Namjoon just texted me that Marks passed out by the pool. I’m gonna go and draw a few dicks on his face! Fucking prick did it to me last time." He laughs glancing back up at the two of you. You both laugh muttering a quick ‘okay'. "Yeah, but hey you girls have fun tonight alright?" He winks at you both while patting you on the shoulder before making his exit. You both release a shaky breath that you both didn’t know you were holding before facing each other.

“So, what are we doing first?” Your best friend exclaims over the music as she scans around Jeon Jungkook’s living room. You hum in thought before eyeing the alcohol propped up on a table near the kitchen. You both side-eye each other with a grin spreading against both your lips. "Drinks!" You both say simultaneously, giggling like little girls while linking arms as you both made a v line to the table. You exhale silently, resting your body against the corresponding wall near the table as your friend removes her arm to examine the alcohol available.

“This bottle of Vodka Raspberry is definitely Taehyung’s.” She says chuckling as she inspects the bottle. You nod laughing in response before turning your body to face the front door. “These type of parties is always a ‘bring your own’ alcohol sort of thing.” She says while picking up a bottle of Smirnoff before twisting her face in disgust. “This one is definitely Jackson’s. It really says a lot about people’s characters.” She adds making you tumble over in laughter. “I know right. I can’t believe we forgot to buy a bottle of our own.” You mutter scanning the room. “It’s cool, Jungkook always has the bottles we like. You feeling whisky?” She asks which you nod eagerly to in response.

“I can’t believe Jungkook’s throwing another party after what happened last time,” You sigh, watching all the people flood through his front door. Your best friend nods while pursing her lips, as she pours the bottle of alcohol into the red cup in front of her. “Yeah, I know he got into really big shit last time from his mom after Mingyu peed in her antic vase,” She says poking her tongue out in concentration as she grabs the coca cola bottle. You chuckle resting your elbow against a side table in Jungkook’s living room.

“Yeah- that was fucked,” You mutter scanning the room for the sole person you came here for. “Oh look its that girl we hate, oh we hate her too, oh! And her!” You chuckle while shaking your head. “Fucking bitches man,” You complain when they give you a glare as they walk past. “Tell me about it,” Your best friend laughs and you grin in response as your eyes scanned the room from left to right once again only for you to be left in disappointment. You sigh while pouting in dejection when you haven’t spotted him anywhere.

“You know lover boy hasn’t stopped staring at you since we got here,” Your friend whispers in your ear as she hands you a red cup of Hennessy topped up with some coca cola. You ponder over her words as your hand wraps around the cold red plastic cup with a slight flush to your cheeks.

“Who?” You mumble averting your gaze into the cup as you swirled the liquid inside. “Park Jimin, that’s who!” She scoffs at you before rolling her eyes while grabbing another red cup as she started pouring a drink of her own. “He’s here?” You exclaim in excitement, eyes automatically scanning the room for the fourth time since you got there.

"Yes, he's behind us." You straightened almost instantly at her words and she chuckles mockingly at your automatic response of fixing your posture. "Relax okay? You look smoking hot tonight." She winks at you and you force a smile in retort to her compliment. "Well, thanks I guess. You don't look so bad yourself,"

“Why thank you!” She bows sarcastically and you snort in response. She grins at you before gazing behind you and she quickly looks back at you with a raised eyebrow. "What?" You mouth at her and she smirks in response, grabbing your arm she pulls you close to her so she can whisper in your ear.

“He’s like biting his lip now; god knows what he’s imagining right now. I told you that the four hours you spent getting ready wasn’t for nothing and I’m so glad we went for the tight black jeans and a low cut shirt.”

"I think you're seeing shit. He’s always surrounded by such beautiful girls. Why would he even look at me?" You mumble pulling yourself out of her grip, before taking a quick sip of your drink which you knew was about 97% alcohol and 3% coke. “Excuse you. You are drop dead gorgeous and you know it. Why would I lie to you? It has been an obvious fact that he is into you.”

“Yeah right.” You murmur before chugging your drink. Trying your best to ignore the tightening you felt in your chest. She pouts folding her hands as she watches you tip back your drink in one go.

“He’s into you (Y/N)! You don’t even know how many times I have caught him staring at you on campus,”

You gag while pulling the drink away from your lips, a drip of the alcohol sliding down your chin. “Bitch, does this beverage even have any coke in it?” You spat, face scrunching up at the burning sensation of the alcohol slipping down your throat. “Sorry girl, you know how we roll,” She slyly winks at you and you chuckle in response, wiping the lone drip on your chin. “Best believe when I make your drink you're going to do a first year all over again for sure-”

“(Y/N)! You promised to never mention that ever again! That night still haunts m- “

"No, but for real is he staring at me? Like for real?" You cut her off as you face her with anticipation as your fingers quickly through your hair. "Yes (Y/n), Yes. For fuck sake, we've been through this so many times already. He's into you. I wouldn’t be getting your hopes up this high if I wasn’t sure." Your best friend sighs while dramatically sliding the palm of her hand down her face as she turns your body to face the said person you both were talking about. Your breath hitches in your throat as your eyes land on him. Immediately any previous doubt you had in your mind completely vanishes when your eyes meet. He is staring.

He’s fucking staring.

Your heart leaps in your chest as your stomach starts churning, the feeling was almost electrifying as your eyes lock with his. He stares at you with such passion, his eyes clouded over with lust, throat drying as his tongue swipes over his bottom lip before he takes a long sip of his cup, eyes still locked on you. What made you almost choke on your own spit was his slight smirk stretching on his lips, eyes narrowing faintly. He was pure sin and you wanted every fragment of it.

His mouth opens slowly to say something and your eyes widen in expectation, heart thumping in your chest as your breathing begins to get heavy and irregular. Your body jolting in anticipation, you almost don’t feel your friend tightening her grip on your arms from the other sensations rushing through your body.  

“Hey Jimin!” His friend Taehyung shouts over the booming music while slinging an arm around his shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. “Hey, Tae bro…What’s up?” Jimin says finally averting his gaze from you to face one of his many close friends Taehyung. He smiles widely, ruffling Taehyung’s hair before pulling him into a brief embrace.

You felt disappointment instantly wash over you. 

You were disappointed but at least you could breathe properly again. You raise a shaky hand over your chest as you regulate your breathing. “He was going to say something,” You murmured perplexed to your best friend and she nods assertively behind you, grinning widely in excitement. “Wow. He stared at you for a solid 10 minutes I swear- “

“Why did you turn me around so suddenly when he was looking at us!” You gasp swiftly turning your body back around to glare at your best friend. "Oh, here we go again!” She chuckles lowly, pulling you into a quick embrace, mimicking Jimin’s actions to Taehyung. “First off, he wasn’t staring at us, he was staring at you and secondly I wanted you to see how much he’s into you for yourself bitch. Didn’t you see the way he was eye fucking you?”

“I-I, he was looking wasn’t he?” You mutter face burning as your lips stretch into a wide love-struck grin.

“Yes! He was! You need to have more confidence in yourself,” She comforts you by sliding her hand up and down your back reassuringly. “You’re right…I’m sorry for being so annoying,” You mumble before pouting and she pinches your cheek gently. “You’re my best friend (Y/N)! You’re annoying as shit but I still love you,” She cheekily says grinning at the smile spreading across your face. “Yeah, thanks.”

“Anytime,”

“I’m not complimenting you- “

“Forget about that, he’s taking glances at you while talking to Taehyung, that’s a really positive reaction (Y/N) you should go women up and talk to him first.” Your eyes widen in horror as your excessively shake your head in denial. “Are you crazy!? I am not doing that. I can’t and I won’t.” She sighs in defeat before glancing over at Jimin, her eyes and mouth open in shock when she looks over to him. Your gaze lingers on her questionably as she looks back at you hurriedly, her mouth stuttering, almost as if she’s mentally panicking. “L-Listen get yourself ready, Jimi- he’s coming.”

“Wait-what? No-but where are you going!?” Your hand slips off her elbow as she winks at you. You watch her strut off horrified. Oh, my goodness. You are quickly patting down your shirt, while running your fingers over your hair, in a pathetic attempt of making yourself presentable.

“(Y/N).”

“Jimin!” You shout a little too embarrassingly loud as you turn to face him immediately. He grins at you and you almost faint on the spot at how handsome he is up close. “You look absolutely gorgeous tonight,” He confidently says eyes raking up and down your figure starting from the tip of your head and ending at your feet.

Your body flushes at his words, you almost forgot how to breathe when his eyes reconnect with yours. "I'm sorry if I interrupted your conversation… I really couldn’t help myself. I just had to come and tell you how stunning you look." He adds ogling at you, his eyes slimming into his signature eye smile as he grins down at you. You blush at his compliments instantly. His compliments were pulling dangerously hard on your heartstrings. You chew onto your bottom lip nervously before jerking your lips into a smile of your very own which was rather bashful, to say the least. Jimin eyes are fixed on your lips momentarily before he’s looking back up to your face and you feel a sweet throbbing sensation in between your legs at catching him in the act of checking you out. You feel the heat of his gaze on your skin and the sexual tension between the two of you becomes more apparent.

All he was doing was staring at you and you couldn’t help the desire you felt for him. The burning sensation you felt in your heart just from the way he was looking at you was setting you completely off balance and you wanted nothing more than to feel his skin on yours. You averted your gaze to the timbered floorboards underneath you timidly as you shudder under his intense gaze.

“Thank you,” You whisper shyly and Jimin swore on his life he has never seen anything so precious and beautiful in his life. His fingers twitch at his sides as he falters over finally building up the courage to touch you. “Y-You look really handsome tonight. You always dress so stylishly,” you say timidly as he stares at your face tenderly, finally finding the resolve to feel you. His fingers curl under your chin and you almost panic at the warmth radiating off his fingers, as he moves your chin upwards until your eyes met his once again. Jimin sighs in admiration as you gaze at him through your lashes, his own heart hammering in his chest as he swallows loudly. “I’m sorry if I’m a bit awkward.” You don’t know why those words came spilling out of your lips. You felt instant regret wash over you as you watched him furrow his eyebrows at your words.

“No. Please. Of course it’s a bit awkward we haven’t really spoken that much but I really do want to get to know you better (Y/N),” Your eyes widen momentarily before you lean into his touch, Jimin’s smile widens as he watches you, eyes following your expression as he moves his hand to cup your cheek tenderly which you wholeheartedly without any hesitation lean into.

“I really want to get to know you too, Jimin.” You smile, eyes twinkling in joy. You looked so sure and content that he doesn’t hesitate to wrap a cheeky arm around your waist. The palm of his hand pushing onto the dip of your lower back and he becomes almost breathless as he feels the curve. “You know from the moment I laid eyes on you I was very curious about you. I really wanted to get to know you. I couldn’t stop thinking ‘bout you.” Jimin teasingly confesses as he ignores the lingering stares of envy from the women around the both of you as the house becomes fuller and fuller with people. You knew Jimin was a straightforward person but this was some next level shit. His openness of flirting with you, set something inside you ablaze as you step forward with his encouragement, your focus now on two things as you feel the heat radiating off the palm of his hand over your thin shirt which he tucked brazenly under your jacket.

“baby desperately I need you next to me,”

The music blares through the speakers as couples surround you both on the dance floor of Jeon Jungkook’s annual end of semester University party. Your attention is still on Jimin and Jimin’s attention still on you, as people begin to fill up the dance floor. You wanted nothing more than for this magical moment to last forever but sadly the universe had other plans.

“You know...lately I have been thinking about you too-“

“Hey Jimin you gonna just stand there or what? Get your moves on dancer boy!” Jungkook teases, thrusting a red plastic cup into the ladders hand. His hand your cheek quickly falls and you can’t hide the disappointment on your face as you avert your gaze to campuses star sportsman Jeon Jungkook.

Jimin sighs, eyes narrowing into a slight glare as he raises an eyebrow at Jungkook, lips pulling slowly into a mocking smirk. “Hey, Kiddo what’s up?” Jimin mumbles eyes motioning to you. “Kiddo?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow in confusion before looking to the side, his eyes widening when he notices you.

“Oh shit! (Y/N),” He mutters, looking frantically between you and Jimin. You tilt your head in half shock and confusion as he stretches his lips into a forced smile. “Hey I didn’t you see there man, sorry am I interrupting something?” He scratches the back of his head as his eyes flicker from yours to Jimin’s. You were about to protest when Jimin quickly cut you off.

“Yeah, well you have always been a bit blunt," Jimin mumbles motioning for him to scram which made you chuckle lowly. “Hey, Jungkook! Great party,” You smile warmly and he grins down at you. “Thanks (Y/N)! How are you?” He smirks, sliding a teasing hand down your arm. You stiffen under his touch and Jungkook’s smirk widens. “And wow you look great!” Jungkook smirks checking you out. Jimin feels his blood boil at the scene unfolding in front of him. You stutter a quick ‘I’m good’ and ‘thank you’ as you watch Jungkook leaning towards you nervously. Jimin eyes widen in panic as he scans the room for a distraction. "Hey, Jungkook is someone using your mother's vase as a toilet again?"

"WHAT!?" Jungkook shouts making you flinch in shock at the sudden raise of his voice. He turns around and sighs in irritation, before turning back to face you. "Sorry I gotta go (Y/N)! You have fun tonight alright? Let me know if you need anything.” You smile with a quick firm nod which he returns with a wink before storming off.

“MINGYU WE TALKED ABOUT THIS MATE- “

“He will never ever change, sorry about that,” Jimin mutters under his breath, striding close to you, even closer than he was previously and your heart was back to being tortured by the way he looked and smelt. “I-It’s okay, what were we talking about again?” You ask nervously and his hands were quickly back onto you. This time both hands were clutching your hips, a wide confidently sexy smile painted on his face. “(Y/N),” His voice comes out husky and low. “What do you say we go somewhere more private, just the two of us hm?”

His expression made you weak in the knees and you nodded slowly but sternly and Jimin expression twists into a suggestive one as he smirks at you, hands beginning to travel below your hips and you almost gasp as he lightly skims his hands over your ass, the cup that was in his hands was long forgotten on the side somewhere and you didn’t even notice him putting it down.

“Only if you really want to of course. What do you say? Would you like that?” He murmurs huskily in your ear and you moan lowly at the feeling of his teasing breath caressing your ear, which made you grasp onto his masculine arms in an attempt to steady yourself. “Y-Yes,”

Jimin smirks, blowing hot air over your sensitive skin teasingly, you gasped tightening your grips on his arms. “I-I would… like that… v-very much,” You say between breaths as you feel your whole body flush at the heat radiating off his body to the way he smelt and the way he felt holding you.

“Let’s not waste any more time then. We're getting out of here…” You almost whine at the loss of warmth from his body as he removes himself off you, your disappointment was short-lived though, as he intertwines his fingers with yours, before hurriedly leading to the front of Jeon residence.

“Do you need to tell your friend anything before we leave?” Jimin abruptly stops and your eyes widen in shock at the sudden mention of your best friend. “Oh yeah! I should probably let her know I’m leaving,” You nod your head at Jimin before scanning the house for your best friend. You almost mentally panic when you do not spot her straight away. “There,” Jimin murmurs in your ear before pointing towards the hall.

You sigh in relief when you see her chatting up Kim Seokjin, she makes eye contact with you from across the hall and she smirks at you while giving you a thumbs up and you return her smile happily. “Alright, let’s get out of here,” Jimin grins and pulls you out the front door not very discreetly. Jungkook watches you and Jimin leaving hand in hand, sighing sadly to himself. Taehyung notices this and pats him on the shoulder reassuringly. “It’s okay man,”

“She looked so fucking hot tonight too...” 

“Because I can’t stop thinking ‘bout you~”

You giggled happily as you tightened your grip in Jimin’s hand. The last line from the song playing at the party replays in your head as you stare at Jimin with doe eyes. Jimin returns your gaze with a quick kiss to the cheek as he motions you to get in the front seat of his luxurious car.

“Have you been drinking? Will, you be ok- “

“Barely had a sip, don’t worry about a thing darling.” Your heart pounds in your chest at the pet name and you smile widely in return. “Okay, handsome.” You retort tugging onto your seatbelt before clasping it. Jimin watches you in amusement before he starts the car. You feel the sudden rush of nervousness invade you and it was then and there that it dawned on you what you were doing.

Okay, stay calm

You swallow built up salvia loudly as you begin to get cold feet. He was practically a god, with his amazing looks and body. Not to mention his personality was great too. There is literally nothing wrong with him. He doesn’t have one bad bone in his body. You couldn’t help but begin to compare yourself to the girls him and his friends were constantly surrounded by. You knew he wouldn’t judge you or make fun of you but the anxiety was eating you out alive.

Am I really going to lose my virginity to Jimin? Tonight? Will he get put off knowing that I'm a virgin? Omg, what if I'm awful in bed? How many girls has he slept with? What if I can’t compare? Should have done some squats-

“Hey (Y/N)- “You quickly snap out of your thoughts hearing Jimin call out to you and you turn to face him hurriedly and you sigh seeing his worried expression.

"Hey, are you okay? You look kind of... I don’t know how to put it.... like a little bit stressed?" Jimin says cautiously, taking one hand off the steering wheel to caress the side of your face lovingly and you close your eyes in contentment, drowning your negative thoughts to immerse yourself in his sweet touch instead. “I’m okay, just a little nervous that’s all,” You mumble shyly and Jimin grins in response. "It's okay to be nervous, I'm nervous too," He says bashfully and your eyes open in a snap as those words leave his lips.  

“You don’t have to be nervous around me, I mean look at me-” You chuckle, holding Jimin’s hand against your cheek. Jimin looks a little conflicted as he hears those words leave your lips. “I have been looking at you, shit I have been looking at you for about two years now (Y/N),” Jimin says averting his gaze off the road to take a quick glance at you.

You flush at his words and he smiles in triumph at your embarrassed expression. “I have been looking at you too,” You murmur shyly and Jimin chuckles huskily as he removes his hand off your cheek slowly to grasp the steering wheel. “I know, I’ve been watching you long enough to know you like me. I mean you’re not very subtle,” You bite your lip in embarrassment and Jimin laughs sweetly at your reaction. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable with my excessive staring...” You murmur, shyly looking at him from the corner of your eyes.

“What are you saying sorry for? It’s cute,” He whispers, grinning from ear to ear as he stares at the road. “I’m anything but that,” Jimin’s smile vanishes at your words and he shakes his head in disagreement. “It’s a shame,” He says curtly and you frown at his words. His words leave an awkward, short silence between the two of you as the radio continues to play music in the background. You stare at him with wide eyes, feeling conflicted and confused at his words, you waited for him to explain his words but you quickly noticed he wasn’t going to say anything anytime soon.  He bites his bottom lip as his eyes cloud over in contemplation. “What?” You ask in confusion, quickly wanting to break the silence and he sighs sadly. “It’s a shame, that you don’t know how attractive you are (Y/N),” He says assuredly, a confident glint shining in his eyes as he stares straight at the road ahead.

“You’re the attractive one,” You whisper, turning your gaze to the window. Jimin smiles and mutters a quick ‘no, you are’, before glancing at you. His words for some reason bothered you in the sense they just did not seem genuine enough to be true. You smile falters and Jimin is quick to notice your change in demeanour. “Hey, are you sure you’re okay? You seem really distracted…”

“Y-yeah I’m fine, I’m sorry if I’m putting you off or something,” Jimin brakes suddenly as those words leave your lips and your eyes widen in shock as he signals to pull off to the side of the road. “-Wait what are you doing?” You frantically ask as he parks the car, removing his hand off his leather steering wheel to put his gear into park and you almost panic at the sudden halt of your journey to his apartment. 

“Why would you ever think that? What made you say that? Me? Be put off from you? Never. Highly unlikely.” Jimin questions turning to face you, face contorting in slight confusion and a mixture of both agitation and worry. “I-I” You stutter shocked at his words, lips opening and closing as you contemplate on what to say. “I find myself to be very off-putting that’s all...” Your voice wavers as those words leave your lips and Jimin looks conflicted. “(Y/N) …” Jimin whispers, unbuckling his seatbelt to face you properly. “You do not put me off, don’t ever say that again. If anything I am ‘turned on’ by you.” He says confidently, before outstretching his hand to switch off the radio. The new silence is almost deafening as you observe him and his beauty. You watch him silently, as you fumble with your fingers nervously. His words sending heat to your cheeks.

“You don’t have to turn that off- “

“Yeah I do, I want to hear you and I want to help you but I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me,” Jimin says sternly, eyes not wavering under your shocked expression. “Jimin it’s nothing really that deep, I’m sorry I made you stop- “

“What’s wrong (Y/N)? You can tell me you know, I know we haven’t spoken to each other for very long but I, I want you to know that you can trust me,” He leans forward towards you carefully, before sliding both hands up to cup your face and to caress your cheeks soothingly. His warmth gives you comfort and you couldn't help but immerse in the way he observed at you at that very moment. You knew he was looking at you for you and you couldn't help but let a quick single tear slip. 

Jimin’s eyes widened at the sight of you crying and he mentally panics. “Please don’t cry! Hey, what’s wrong- “

His mouth moves and words are spilling out but you block his voice as you stare at his luscious lips, you threw rationality out of the window because what you did next was a complete shock to both you and Jimin. You just wanted to rush into things and to just completely ignore the negative thoughts from ruining the mood. 

You didn’t know what possessed you to kiss him but you knew just had to feel yourself being connected to him somehow. You desperately needed to feel those luscious full lips against your own as soon as possible. You almost mentally panic at Jimin’s stillness but it didn’t take long for him to start kissing you back as soon as he came over his initial shock. He was quick to return your advances with an eagerness you never experienced before or expected.

You are both completely immerse yourselves into the steamy kiss, as he slides his palm onto your cheek, stroking the side of your face gently while he moans erotically into your mouth. You sighed at the sensation of his tongue caresses your bottom lip and you open your mouth wide enough for them to meet. You finally tasted heaven. He caresses your body and you return his caresses with a willingness and impatience.

“S-Shit (Y/N),” Jimin moans lowly, as you slide your hands against his thick thighs and you whine against his lips in response. Right before you could make contact with his crotch his hands a wrapped around yours. You both pull apart, chests heaving heavily as your lungs fight for oxygen. You stare up at him in a haze and he sighs almost painfully as he stares at gorgeously hot expression displayed on your face.  

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” You apologise and Jimin laughs bitterly in confusion before he sweeps his bangs out of his face and you watch him run his fingers through his hair in insignificant irritation. You gulp, still panting from the hot make-out session you both just shared as you watched him silently.

He hates me. I screwed up. I don’t know what came over me-

“Please don’t fucking apologise for kissing me (Y/N) because I enjoyed that shit way too fucking much,” He says slowly turning to face you again with a tender expression on his face. “I’m sorry-I mean! Ok!” You bite back a sigh of relief as he chuckles while leaning forward towards you. Quickly placing a long gentle peck against your parted lips before patting your head lightly and you couldn’t help but flush in embarrassment at his actions even though it was definitely a rather innocent act compared to what you both just did. “I didn’t hate a single second of what we just did. In fact, I got a little too carried away there...” He says sternly, a smile spreading across his lips. “I want to kiss you…but I need you to be in the right state of mind. I need you happy. I can tell something is bothering you. Now, please look me in the eye and tell me the truth, what’s on your mind? The only reason I stopped kissing you was so we could talk about whatever is occupying your thoughts. If I'm going to go further with you, I want you to be in the right mindset.

You bite your lip in panic, not wanting to expose your thoughts to him. You stare at him calmly even though you were mentally panicking. Why did he have to be so sweet? It was so unfair. That expression on his face. That look in his eyes as if he was staring at something he truly cared for and was fond of. Feeling the need of distracting him again you sweep forward to reconnect your lips with his but he turns his face away quickly, your lips colliding with his cheek instead. “Nu-huh, don’t think you get out of this that easily my darling, you think just by distracting me with your beauty and kisses-even though you are…quite-quite…. fucking distracting,” He murmurs the last part and his eyes clouding over with lust, he sighs while shaking his head.

"Please, Jimin let's just- "

“You are great at distracting me but we're not leaving this curbside until you talk to me." You look up at him with puppy dog eyes and even though his gaze softens tremendously he stubbornly keeps up his act. You groan slamming the side of the car in defeat before opening your mouth again. Jimin watches your outburst intensely, his eyes boring into the side of your face as he clutches your car seat in anticipation.

“Okay…Okay, fine.” You whisper nodding your head slowly and Jimin smiles at you reassuringly and gently. “The truth is Jimin…” You mumble, glancing to him in embarrassment. He nods at you for you to continue as you paused suddenly.  You sigh before pouting and he grins at your cuteness. “I-I’m so in love with you that whenever I am with you I feel like I can’t breathe and you-you are just such an amazing person and you’ve always been so sweet to me. I trust you and I want you...but there’s something you need know before we get intimate,” Jimin beams widely at you and your heartthrobs in your chest at the delighted expression revealed on his handsome face. "Go on." He nods his head encouraging you to continue, his voice sounding almost shy as you inhale and exhale shakily.

“What is it? What’s been troubling you?”

“I’m a virgin…the furthest I have ever been with a boy is what we just did and I am totally inexperienced and you're always surrounded by such beautiful girls…you and your popular group of friends and I-I’m just so scared you won’t like me or that I can’t compare,” You say in embarrassment, eyes averting away from him. Jimin’s eyes widened in shock, his eyebrows furrow and you instantly feel like drowning yourself at that very moment as you wait in anticipation of his response.

“Why would I not like you?” Jimin says almost appalled at the thought. “What?” You mumble looking back at him. “(Y/N) I am so fucking in love with you too, I have been watching you for two years, two whole fucking years! You’re all I have ever wanted for the past two years since we started University and I don’t mind you not being experienced! I’m worried that I am the one that’s going to put you off, I have been thinking about you all night. I worry too! Like, things like you know-Do I smell good? Is she going to be satisfied with me? Should I have worked out before I came to this party instead of binge eating pizza?” You giggle in happiness at his words and he grins back at you lovingly. “You have nothing to worry about, I find you so freaking attractive (Y/N) …”  

“Really?” You ask feeling joy overtake your emotions as he nods surely. His confidence seems to have been boosted as he rolls his shoulders back before straightening up his posture.

“Yes, I am so in love with you. I want you so fucking much. I don’t ever wanna hear that shit come out of your mouth again, I really gave myself blue balls because you thought I wouldn’t like you because you’re a virgin? Inexperienced? Babe, buckle up, I’m taking back to my place and I’ll teach you everything you need to know about sex.” His mutters the last part before buckling his seatbelt and starting the car with impatience when suddenly he pauses abruptly hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. “What’s wrong?” You ask blinking up at him in confusion. His sudden lack of enthusiasm set your nerves on wack as you struggled to remain calm. Is it really over before it even started? “I-I want you (Y/N) but if you aren't ready or want to wait you need to let me know as soon as we start because I don't think I'll be able to control myself with you. I mean look at you. You are so freaking gorgeous." His words shoot straight to your heart as an uncontrollable smile brightens up your face. "I want you too." Apparently, this was all Jimin needed to hear to happily be able to speed off to his home. You felt your stomach drop in anxiousness as he confidently speeds off into the direction of his apartment.

“You actually fucking thought that being a virgin would put me off? Babe that makes me so fucking happy. That turns me on so fucking much, I’m going to give you a night you won’t forget and show you just how much I have been thinking ‘bout you.” Jimin says suggestively and you nod silently feeling a combination of terror and anticipation while crossing your legs together trying to suppress the sexual arousal throbbing sensation happening in-between your legs. You release a long sigh as the dampness in your panties becomes more and more noticeable.

The door slams open with a bang and he has you pinned to the nearest wall the heat radiating off his body makes you dizzy. As your lips drag against each other several times before his hand travel down south to cup your heat. “Jimin!” You jump with a start at his bold action and he smirks cockily against your lips. "I am going to show you; just how much I have been thinking about you. Just how much you turn me on and just how fucking sexy you are…"He pulls back to observe your needy expression and you exhale erratically when your eyes meet.

“I-I want you so fucking bad…” You sigh and he smirks, watching your eyes cloud over with lust as you are hastily tugging him back down by his neck to meet your lips once again. He grunts moving his fingers against your jeans to rub deliciously against your sensitive spot. You moan out loud, throwing your head back at the pleasure pulsating through your body. His touch creating friction against your sensitive clit. He grins, loving every second of your reaction, you watch him with hooded eyes as he swipes his tongue over his now swollen lips.

His eyes scan you from head to toe and you couldn’t hide the desire you felt for him any longer as you were practically dripping. “Fuck, you are creating a wet patch on your jeans…fuck," Jimin mutters huskily, face contorting in yearning as he quickens the pace of his fingers pressed against your heat. Your eyes roll back and your clutch his shoulders tightly.  

“J-Jimin!” You cry out in pleasure at the feeling of his fingers brushing against you even harder and faster than before. He smiles pleased with your reaction before he’s burring his face into the side of your neck. He sucks on your sensitive skin while continuing his torture over your crotch. Your moans become louder as he sucks embarrassing loudly on your skin leaving a trail of hickeys against the base of your neck. “You’re so fucking sensitive…” He murmurs against your bruised skin before pulling back slightly to observe his work.

He smiles pleased at the patches of purple and red appearing on your skin. “Please…” You whine rocking your hips against his fingers and the palm of his hand. Jimin’s eyes widen in shock as he watches you rock yourself against him, desperate for more friction against your heat. “F-Fuck, (Y/N).” He groans at the sight, biting hard onto his bottom lip as you moan out his name quietly. “J-Jimin…please…” You whine shamelessly and practically growls as he removes his hand off your heat. You groan in frustration at the loss of friction.

“Jump.” He says simply and you comply immediately leaping up into his arms as he pushes you back against the wall. You giggle wrapping your legs around his lean waist, tugging him impossibly closer. “I am going to make love to you for as long as I want and you're going to let me." You moan at his suggestive words, nodding in expectation. Jimin rubs his hands over your ass, kneading the flesh and you bite your lip in anticipation. “Stop looking at me like that, I’m trying to be gentle with you.” Jimin grinds against you and you whimper at the feeling of his hard on making contact with your now sensitive heat. “Oh my...” Jimin says pouting. You look up at him panting, trying to gyrate your hips to brush against his dick once again. “Someone’s needy for me,” He smirks, placing a slap against one of your ass cheeks, before soothingly rubbing over it. You moan out both in pleasure and pain, body quivering with need and eyes slimming into a playful glare as you move one of your hands off his shoulder to feel him over his jeans.

You almost scream in shock at how hard he was against the palm of your hand as you felt over his jeans. Jimin moans out loud at the feeling, closing his eyes as his face scrunches up in ecstasy. You smirk at his reaction, pressing your hand even harder, feeling him even firmer over his jeans. His eyes snap open with a start and you down at him innocently. “Yes, someone is very needy indeed.” He snorts at you in disbelief before re-connecting your lips to his. You kiss for what felt like minutes before you pull back first for air. Your both panting against each other's lips. Getting lost in each other's eyes.

"You can't do me like that (Y/N) …I'm going to show you what It is like to be fucked right, so be a good girl and let me take care of you alright?" You nod impulsively, heart hammering against your chest as he walks over to his bedroom. He is carrying you firmly in his arms, you wrap your arms around his neck and prepare yourself to be placed down against his mattress. To your surprise, he bends down to place you against the bed gently, still holding you in his arms and you continue to leave your legs to wrap securely around his waist.

“P-Please be gentle with me Jimin…I’ve never done this before.” You stutter nervously as he eye fucks you. Your reminder makes him smirk as he bites down hard onto his bottom lip, head shaking from side to side as he stares at you.

"You've never done this before?" Your heart hammers in your chest at the sexiness added to his questioning tone. The look in his eyes is displaying pure lust, causing your breathing to become increasingly heavier. He averts his dark eyes down to your chest. He watches your body move up and down as the large intakes of air invade your lungs. His smirk becomes increasingly more noticeable and you're loving every bit of his cockiness.

"Yes," You murmur just above a whisper and he slowing traces his teasing fingers down your sides, causing goosebumps to appear on your arms. "No wonder your so fucking responsive," He mutters biting down onto his bottom lip. You feel yourself almost choke out a moan as his front teeth tug onto the flesh. "I almost find that hard to believe, considering you were teasing me when I had your fine ass perched up against that wall a few minutes ago." He murmurs, hands raking down your sides and you shudder immediately at the feeling. "I am." You whine with neediness seeping through your voice. He smirks cocking his head cutely to the side. You watch him with hooded eyes as he brings his face to hover over your covered breasts. "I think you I need to show you who's in charge here baby girl." He whispers teasingly against your chest and you whimper in response.

“J-Jimin-“

He smirks moving his face back up to your neck. You watch him silently and sighed at the feeling of his lips against your neck. "Baby, if…you ever… start feeling uncomfortable… you need to …let me know and …I'll stop straight away," He says between soft feather-like kisses to your exposed neck and you immediately throw your head back to give him full access. "Well, I guess you probably wouldn't want that anyways." His perfectly shapes lips pull into a grin against your soft sensitive skin and your body automatically flushes in response.

“I trust you Jimin and I love you but shit your talking way too fucking much,” Jimin’s eyes widen in shock at your words and he chuckles softly while shaking his head. "Someone's feisty, are you sure you're a virgin?" You hum in annoyance and he responds with a breathtakingly beautiful smile.  

"Don't worry baby, I'm going to make you feel so damn good." You sigh at his suggestive tone, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck.  "Please just take me already," The desperation obvious in your voice causes his cock to throb and harden even harder than it already was. "You don't have to tell me twice." He murmurs against your clothed chest before his fingers begin to slowly unbutton on your jeans. You are panting sexily against his mattress and his fingers work on removing your jeans with urgency. You watch him with a nervous grin and assist him with tugging them off your body.

He smells the scent of your arousal and his smirk stretches to an even larger one as you watch him. You close your eyes momentarily in embarrassment as he stares at the wet patch visible on your panties. “Fuck…” He murmurs against your thigh, which makes you tremble at the feeling of his warm breath making contact with your soft skin. You swallow your spit in anticipation as he sits up off the bed, hovering over your half-naked form to shimmer off his sleek black leather jacket.

“I’m going to take really good care of you.” Your fingers twitch beside you as he leans back down on you to leave warm sensual kisses over your collar bones. You sigh at the feeling, desperately attaching your fingers to his soft locks. He whines against your skin as you tug gently at his locks. He sucks lewdly against your skin, moaning softly and you groan running your fingers through his hair as he continues to suck countless more hickeys on your collarbones and chest. His skilful hands unbuttoning jacket swiftly and easily. He moves his hands against your back to help you sit up steadily to remove your jacket out of your arms and to pull off your t-shirt in one go over your head.

You blush in embarrassment as he stares at your half naked form and it takes a lot of willpower to not cover yourself from his admiring sharp eyes. “You’re fucking gorgeous…” He mutters confidently raking his eyes over your body. You pat down your hair and he smirks at you cockily, his eyes never leaving yours as he tugs his t-shirt off his body. Your eyes widen in shock at the solid six pack abs in front of you. You are practically drooling at his stomach, he grins at your reaction as he stands up off the bed to take off his pants and underwear one go.

Oh my goodness

“Like what you see?” He says teasingly walking back to bed, your eyes widen at his length and you almost release a squeak at the size. “Because I know I fucking do.” He says confidently. “Take off your bra and panties.” He commands leaning over you with a teasing smile. You look back at him completely horrified.

“Um…I-I,”

He smiles at your bewildered expression and sighs dramatically. “Okay, if you want me to undress you that badly... All you had to do is ask.” He smirks, leaning back over you, placing a soft peck against your cheek and moving his hands hurriedly towards your back. You sigh against his neck as he unclasps your bra, pulling off your body in one swift motion. You avert your gaze to his chest as you felt his eyes on your breasts. He wastes no time, moving impatiently to take off your panties, almost ripping them in the process.

“H-Hey! Be careful those were expensive!” You complain, running your hand through hair sexily, Jimin smirks, eyes roaming over your naked figure. “That’s okay…I’ll buy you new ones, shit, I’ll buy you as many as you want baby girl…” You feel yourself becoming wetter by the second as you take this opportunity to also admire his figure. He stands over you in his naked glory and you clutch his bed sheets aggressively. The throbbing coming from your heat is almost unbearable at this point.

“I need you to touch me Jimin please…” You mutter shyly, your cheeks reddening by the second. He curses under his breath, his dick twitching as he steps back to admire you naked form even more carefully. “F-Fuck…(Y/N) …You were hiding this fucking amazing body under those oversized clothes you wear.” He sighs watching you with hooded eyes. You feel completely vulnerable under his intense gaze.

“Come here Jimin…” You command motioning him to come closer. He crouches back down onto the bed inching closer towards and you immediately reach out to him, he smiles gently at you as he holds you in a soft embrace. You melt in warmth and he begins to leave kisses against your warm sensitive skin. He moves towards your chest with determination, his lips leave several kisses against your warm skin before he wraps his lips around your left nipple.

You moan at the new sensation of lips wrapping around your sensitive nipple. His other hand kneads your other breast gently and your head throws back slamming against his bed as you continue to moan out his name like a mantra. You curl your fingers back in his hair and you feel his lips pull into a smirk against your skin.

"Fuck Jimin!" You tremble against him and he moves his lips to your other nipple giving it to the same treatment as the left. You grasp his shoulder muscles, moaning under him and submerging yourself in the new pleasure you were experiencing. He kisses down your stomach and you suck in your breath when he hovers over your most sensitive place. He looks up at you with a cheeky grin and you shiver under him. You watch him with lustful eyes and he winks at you before licking a long stripe from your entrance to clit with hot his tongue. Your back completely arches off the bed as your body shudders at the intense pleasure you were experiencing. You moan out his name as your fingers quickly tug at his hair.

“JIMIN!”

He smiles in delight at your reaction, his hands holding your legs apart firmly, he nuzzles his lips against your clit which makes you quiver in undeniable pleasure, before his sucks on it hard. “AH! JIMIN FUCK!” You scream out tugging even harder at his locks which makes him groan into your heat. The vibrations drive you crazy as he continues to abuse your sensitive nub. You're a moaning mess at this point, his licks at your entrance while releasing one of your thighs since you were opening your legs shamelessly now without any hesitation or fear. He puts an index finger inside you which makes you choke out another wonton moan. He smirks before adding another finger. You sigh turning your face to the side to moan against his bed sheets. “No, baby girl I need you to face me.” He commands curling his fingers inside you. “J-Jimin fuck oh my gosh!” You breathlessly say moving your hands to fist at his sheets as he begins pumping his fingers inside at you unbelievably fast pace while sucking your clit.

“OH, MY GOD!” You scream at the feeling of warmth pooling inside your stomach. You were close. You were so very excruciatingly close to your first release. Jimin felt your inside clenching tightly against his fingers so he adds a third to stretch you out even further. You throw your head back, while your eyes roll to the back of your head at the incredible sensation you were experiencing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You chant at the feeling of your orgasm approaching fast.

"J-Jimin I'm close…I'm so fucking close," You sob in pleasure as you watch him with hooded eyes, fingers curling lovingly in his hair. Jimin smirks against your clit and continues his torture to your heat even faster and harder than before. You release his soft lock too surprised at the pleasure pulsating through you, fingers moving to clutch tightly at his sheets again instead. He grunts snapping his fingers faster inside of you, as he gazes is fixed on your pleasured expression. Then it hit you. Your orgasm hit you like a truck as you screamed in ecstasy, your body trembling and throbbing at the overload of ecstasy you were feeling.

"Come for me baby," Jimin mutters continuing his assault to your nub. Your back arches even further off the bed as you start seeing stars. You shake and quiver against him as well as his bed as he gradually slows down his pace helping you ride out your first orgasm of the night. You pant and Jimin watches you with hunger as he eyes you breathing heavily against his sheets. Your breast perky and mouth swelled from his kisses he was set off the edge. He moves to his bedside table, pulling out a condom from one of the draws and you watch him sliding it on his rock hard length feeling yourself immediately desire him again. 

He moves back to you hastily and you watch him eagerly as he gives himself a few good pumps. “Are you ready?” He asks softly while aligning his dick to your dripping entrance, you nod looking up at him confidently. He smiles, leaning down towards you to place a soft gentle kiss on your lips before he’s pushing the head of his length at your entrance. You relaxed completely against him as he soothingly stroked your thigh. “Let me know if you want me to stop and I’ll stop right away okay?” You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck. “It’s okay Jimin I want this.” You say encouragingly and he smiles down at you in return before he’s slowly pushing his length in.

Jimin glances between his length buried deep inside you and your scrunched up face. “D-Do you want me to stop?” He asks fearfully as you whimper. You shake your head ‘no’, your eyes clamped shut at the slight pain from the stretch. He curses under his breath and you bite onto your bottom lip waiting for your body to get used to the new sensation and for the discomfort to lessen.  

"Y-You're so fucking tight." He moans placing his head on your shoulder. “Are you okay?” He asks worriedly lifting his face to check up on you. You watch him begin to sweat as his face contorts in pleasure. He uses all his restraints to not move and wait for you to adjust properly. “I’m fine.” You smile at him, leaning forward to place a quick peck against his cheek.  “You can move now.” Jimin raises an eyebrow at you questioningly and you laugh quietly in response.

“It’s okay Jimin you can move now.” You reassure him softly and he scans your face for encouragement. When you nod at him he smiles back down at you before beginning to move his hip back and snapping forward. He eases himself in and out, smiling to himself as your head falls back. He is aroused by your soft moans of pleasure as he continues to repeat this hip movement a few more times before the pain starts turning into pleasure.

“J-Jimin.” You moan tightening your hold on his arms. He smirks down at you before increasing his pace. He pulls back almost all the way before shoving his length back into you. He fills you up so deliciously that you chant his name in complete utter pleasure. “You feel so good baby girl!” Jimin coos hoarsely in your ear before nibbling on it.  “AH! JIMIN!” You moan louder so incredibly turned on by his compliment plus loving the way he felt ramming in and out of you.

“F-Faster Jimin…please,” You sob and he grins pulling your earlobe between his teeth which drove you crazy when it was mixed to the pleasure of dick thrusting in and out of you at a much speedy pace. The pleasure was practically becoming overwhelming as tears begin to tricker at the corner of your eyes. “Oh! Jimin please don’t stop!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He smirks moving his full lips to your neck, quickly picking up his pace, getting off easily at just the way you screamed his name as he shoved his length deeper and deeper into your heat. Your eyes rolled back as you felt him brush against g-stop over and over again. “JIMIN!” He smirks as your moans of his name begin to become even louder. “I love it when you say my name like that.” He reveals in a husky voice as he continues hitting your spot with every rock of the hip. “So good,” You watch his face twist with pleasure while he moves one hand down between your bodies to rub against your now swollen clit for added pleasure.

“F-FUCK JIMIN YES!” You squeal, scratching at his back at the amazing sensation spreading throughout your body. “You like that?” He smirks as he gazes at you with a questionable expression. “YES!” You scream as he growls over your chest. “Fuck! You’re so fucking unbelievably tight!” He moans picking up his pace as he felt you tightening against him. He gapes at your beauty as you slide your hands off his shoulder to run your fingers through your hair instead. You clutch your locks as moans continue to pour out of your dry parted lips.

"Oh, my-“ Jimin groans watching your face contort with pleasure. “I wish you could see how fucking dirty you look.” He chuckles as you stare up at him with tearful eyes. “You should see how fucking sexy you look right now.” He growls moving his hands to grab your hips. “You’re so beautiful (Y/N).” Jimin sighs placing wet sloppy kisses along the side of your neck. You could only moan louder as his thrusts began to push into you much faster and rougher. “S-Shit…” He curses faintly, tugging onto his bottom lip while watching you whine and squeal underneath him as he brushes hard against your spot with hooded eyes.

You propped yourself up on your elbows after releasing your hair to help steady yourself and meet his thrusts. He smirks down at you, eyes concentrating on your blissful expression. You met his hips with yours with each thrusts encouraging him to go harder. He smirks watching your breasts bounce as you mouth hung open at the pleasure shooting through your body. He moves his lips to neck and jaw leaving feverish kisses here and there as his hands clutch your breasts tenderly.  

You scream feeling your second orgasm approaching quickly. Jimin's thrusts begin to fall slightly out of rhythm which helps you grasp that he was close too. You continue to clench him tightly and Jimin bites his lips in pleasure as your expression continues to send him off the edge. “I’m close,” He moans and you nod in between moans of ecstasy. "M-Me too." Jimin grins down at you, clutching your thigh tightly to lift them, angling a new position to fuck you even deeper than before. "JIMIN!" Your scream of his name, while trembling and quivering in pleasure beneath him, drives him wild and he feels his own orgasm quickly approaching. “You have no idea how much you turn me on.” He confesses as your second orgasm comes suddenly, leaving your whole body throbbing in bliss, your toes curl as your nails dig into his back muscles. Jimin hisses and drowns out your screams with his swollen lips.

He moans against your lips as his seeds fill up the condom, his thrusts become sloppy as he rides out both his and your orgasm. Your back arched from your orgasm leaving your chest pressed hard against Jimin's. You shudder and shake below him as your orgasm begins to fade. He holds you tightly against him as you both continue to calm down from your high. You stare at each other eyes, adoration for him continues to bloom even deeper in your chest as you both pant even harder, feeling entirely fucked out and exhausted.

“You don’t know…how long…I’ve wanted to do that…” Jimin says between deep breaths as he brings his face back down to leave a lengthy passionate kiss on your lips. You return his kiss with eagerness as you continue to feel at his body. Jimin grins at you hovering slightly over you and you beam back at him feeling completely at peace. He presses his hands against the mattress caging you between his arms as he slowly removes himself out of your heat. You whimper at the sensation, still feeling incredibly sensitive from the intense love-making you just experienced.

You watch him walk over to bin located in the corner of his room and he takes off the condom throwing it in the trash before walking back over to you. You smile at him and he helps you sit up. "How are you feeling?" He asks threading his fingers through your hair. You nod in response feeling too fatigued to speak. He laughs placing you back down onto the bed gently, before sliding into the bed right next to you. You gaze at him lovingly as he wraps the blanket around the both of you. You sigh feeling incredibly comfortable and warm in his embrace, he moves pillows to the side of him to wrap a secure arm around your form pulling you closer towards his chest.

“Now…you have finally had a taste of what it would be like to be with me,” Jimin snickers, gently stroking patterns onto your naked back. You giggle quietly, nodding your head against his chest feeling his body vibrate against you as he talks and laughs. “I like you a lot more than I originally thought.” You murmur, sighing softly as he places a gentle peck on the crown of your head. Jimin basks in your scent, moving his hands to teasingly run down over your body. "Well, you must like me a lot then.” He flirtatiously smirks which makes heat rush to your cheeks.

“Yeah…I really like you a lot.” You say bashfully looking up at him. Jimin’s breath hitches in his throat as he stares at you silently. "Well, …you’re in luck because I really like you a lot too.” His voice is raspy and you couldn’t help but grin into his shoulder blade. He chuckles softly before placing a few soft feather-like kisses against your cheeks and neck.

“I have been thinking ‘bout you for a very long time now. I love you so much.”

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Thinking About You (M)

▹Word count: 10.6k

▹Genre: romance, angst, fluff, comedy & smut

[Warning; Swearing, references to drug use, alcohol and sex. Explicit sexual references and scenes. Mentions of low self-esteem and insecurity! If these sorts of stuff trigger you. Please do not read.] ⚠︎

University! au frat boy x female insecure reader (first time) | reupload from the old blog

The Reader is a virgin in this fic. You have had a massive crush on Park Jimin since the very start of University. There is one big thing stopping you from pouncing on him every chance you get and it is this thing called Insecurity. You both are now second-year students who have been building up this obvious sexual tension between the two of you since the very first day you met. You are too shy to act on the building sexual tension until a frat party held by Jeon Jungkook changes everything between you and Jimin. A little liquid courage seems to do the trick! 

A/N: Sorry I’ve been gone for so long guys!!! I hope you enjoy this fic! Jimin has been driving me crazy lately. 

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tempted (유혹) — park jimin (박지민)

✧.* 18+

love, in its purest form, was an ethereal dance between two souls that transcended the physical realm. it was the whispered secret shared between the stars and the moon, the silent promise that echoed in the heartbeats of those destined to find one another. soulmates were not just lovers but mirrors reflecting the deepest parts of ourselves—our hopes, fears, dreams, and shadows. they were the gentle caress in the quiet moments, the unwavering support in times of turmoil, and the spark that ignited the fire within us to be more, to feel more, to live more.

the bond between soulmates was an intricate tapestry woven with threads of fate, time, and serendipity. each thread represented a moment, a memory, a shared breath that brought them closer together, intertwining their lives in ways that defied logic and reason. it was a connection felt in the marrow of one's bones, a magnetic pull that drew two individuals together despite the miles, the years, the obstacles that lay between them.

but as we looked closer, we began to see the delicate, almost fragile nature of this connection. love, we realized, was a mere feeling—a powerful, all-consuming emotion, yet still a feeling. it was something that existed in the softest corners of our hearts, in the whispered three words, and the stolen glances, and yet it was fleeting, ephemeral. it was an entity that could lift us to the heavens one moment and leave us stranded in the abyss the next. love was something existent yet nonexistent, a paradox that defined the human experience.

in the end, love was a feeling—nothing more, nothing less. it was a sensation that, while real and profound, was also transient, capable of fading away like the morning mist. love was, and always would be, a testament to the beauty and fragility of human connection.

but what good did that do, when you didn't believe in it? you watched your parents' marriage crumble, each piece of their once-shared life falling apart like a house of cards in a storm. the warmth that had once filled your home turned cold, replaced by silence and resentment. you spent most of your life blaming your mother, seeing her as the catalyst for the disintegration of the love you once knew. her actions, her decisions, her words—all seemed to be the threads unraveling the fabric of your family.

yet, as time went on, you began to see the truth more clearly. in the end, it took two to tango. your father was not without fault; his silence, his absence, his own choices played just as significant a role. the love that once seemed unbreakable had been weakened by both their hands, by misunderstandings and unmet needs, by the slow erosion of patience and kindness. it was a dance they both had learned to stumble through, each step further away from harmony.

the corridors of your new school stretched before you like a labyrinth of polished floors and pristine walls, echoing with the muted whispers of privilege. this high-end, private institution was a realm of immaculate uniforms and designer handbags, a place where status was measured not just by wealth but by the veneer of propriety. you had the fortune to attend this school because of your mother's money, a privilege that came with its own set of burdens. with more money came higher prices, not just in currency but in reputation and expectation.

you had transferred there, seeking refuge from the torment that had plagued your previous school. the memories of harassment lingered like shadows in your mind. the taunts of those girls echoed in your ears, their voices dripping with cruelty. “look at her, the daughter of a hostess. like mother, like daughter, huh?” their words were knives, each one aimed to cut deeper than the last. you remembered the sting of cold water as your head was dunked in the sink, the bitter taste of humiliation as you struggled to breathe. your locker had been defaced with vile words—“slut,” “whore,” “like mother like daughter”—each insult scrawled in angry letters. and the final blow, the moment that broke your resolve, was when your lunch was dumped on you in the cafeteria, laughter ringing in your ears as you stood there, drenched in shame.

the move had been meant to be a fresh start, a chance to escape the ghosts of your past. but even here, the whispers never ceased. as you walked down the halls, you could hear them, soft and insidious, just out of reach. your friend, walked beside you, her presence a comforting anchor in the sea of judgment. “ignore them,” she would say, her voice steady. “most of their families are involved in worse things.” you nodded, offering her a reassuring smile. “i’ll be fine,” you told her, even as the whispers brushed against your skin like a cold breeze.

jisoo’s eyes flickered to the designer handbag slung over your shoulder. “nice bag,” she complimented, a genuine smile lighting up her face. “thanks,” you replied, your smile small but sincere.

she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “you know, money isn’t forever. you should consider getting engaged soon.” you shook your head, the idea almost laughable. “no way. i don’t believe in love. it doesn’t exist.”

jisoo raised an eyebrow, a knowing glint in her eye. “duh. why do you think people get married for money?” the absurdity of it all brought laughter to your lips, a rare sound in the cold halls of this school. the two of you laughed together, a moment of genuine connection amidst the façade. you walked down the halls side by side, her presence a reminder that even in the midst of whispers and judgment, there were still moments of light to hold onto.

jimin stood basking in the midday sun, the golden rays highlighting the flawless contours of his face. he was surrounded by his friends, an entourage of privileged and spoiled teenagers who reveled in their own opulence. among them was his girlfriend and the undisputed queen of their circle. sua thrived on attention, money, and the luxuries that her wealth afforded her. her laugh was a sharp, crystalline sound, slicing through the air as she regaled her audience with yet another tale of her extravagant exploits.

it was then that you walked by, your presence commanding a quiet elegance that contrasted starkly with the raucous group. the sunlight caressed your features, illuminating your every step with a radiance that caught jimin's eye. he watched you, his gaze unyielding, captivated by the sight of you moving through the world with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly. “who’s that?” one of his friends asked, breaking the spell as his curious eyes followed jimin’s line of sight.

sua’s eyes narrowed as she traced jimin’s unwavering gaze. her expression faltered, and a wave of unease washed over her. the pit of her stomach dropped as she laid eyes on you. scoffing, she tried to mask her discomfort with disdain. “you must be living under a rock if you don’t know who that is.” her words only heightened the tension among the group. jimin’s friend looked genuinely puzzled. “who?”

with a withering look, she introduced your name, her tone dripping with condescension. “that’s the daughter of the hostess club owner. her mother used to work there too.” disbelief rippled through the group. whispers spread like wildfire, but jimin’s gaze remained locked on you, unblinking, as if you were the only person in the world. “you’re serious?” his friend’s voice was incredulous.

sua continued, her voice louder now, tinged with a cruel satisfaction. “yeah, her mother owned an underground hostess club. it was part of poseidon hotel until it got shut down. then her husband divorced her.” the shock among their friends was palpable. “what’s she doing here, then?”

she scoffed, her eyes glinting with malicious glee. “she must’ve thought this school was a safe haven.” she paused, a sneer curling her lips. “but she’s dead wrong.”

jimin barely registered a word she said. his focus was entirely on you, a smile slowly forming on his lips. he watched you as you walked, each step you took reinforcing his fascination. in that moment, you were the epitome of resilience and grace, a stark contrast to the superficiality surrounding him. and as the whispers and judgments swirled around him, he found himself more drawn to you than ever, intrigued by the story that lay beneath your serene exterior.

as you walked through the sunlit halls, a sense of calm washed over you despite the whispers and sideways glances. you were accustomed to the stares, the judgment, the endless cycle of whispers that followed you like a shadow. yet, as you moved forward, you felt a pair of eyes on you that seemed different—intense, unwavering.

you turned your head slightly and your eyes met his. jimin’s gaze was piercing, a curious mix of intrigue and admiration. his presence was magnetic, and for a moment, everything else faded into the background. the noise, the whispers, the world—it all seemed to vanish as you locked eyes with him. “jisoo, who is that?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

she glanced in the direction you were looking and scoffed, her disdain evident. “that’s jimin. son of park and co.,” she said, her tone dripping with disbelief. “he’s obnoxious, selfish, and a complete pain in the ass. not to mention, he’s dating kang sua. they’re both equally corrupt—a match made in heaven.” you glanced back at him, who hadn’t taken his eyes off you. his friends, taehyung and jaebum, were laughing and joking around him, their behavior loud and almost childlike. jisoo noticed the way your gaze lingered on jimin and sighed.

“look,” she said, her voice firm, “keep your distance from him. his type is nothing but trouble.” the bell rang, signaling the end of your brief moment of curiosity. she tugged gently at your arm, her voice softening. “come on, it’s time for class.”

you followed her, your thoughts lingering on jimin’s gaze and the strange connection you felt in that brief moment. the halls were bustling with students heading to their next classes, but your mind was elsewhere, replaying the encounter over and over. jisoo kept talking, her voice a steady stream of background noise as she led you through the corridors. “trust me, you don’t want to get involved with him or his friends. they’re all bad news.”

you nodded absently, but the memory of his eyes—intense and unwavering—remained with you. as you took your seat in the classroom, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of something far more complex and intertwined than you could have ever anticipated.

class began, and the room settled into a hush as the professor walked to the front and began writing on the board. her chalk traced out a single word in elegant, flowing script. love. the silence deepened as she turned to face the class, her expression thoughtful. “today, we’ll discuss the principle of love,” she announced, her voice carrying a gentle authority. “i want to hear your opinions, your experiences, your definitions. love is complex, multifaceted, and personal. let’s start with you, kang sua.”

sua straightened in her seat, her demeanor poised and confident. “love conquers all,” she declared, her voice smooth and rehearsed. “it’s the most powerful force in the world. when you truly love someone, you can overcome any obstacle together.” the professor nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “thank you, sua. that’s a very traditional perspective.” she turned to another student. “jung jisoo, how about you?”

she grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “love is just a contract. there should be money involved to make it worthwhile,” she quipped, earning a ripple of laughter from the class. the professor chuckled, shaking her head slightly. “always the pragmatist, jisoo. alright, park jimin, what’s your take on love?”

his gaze was still fixed on you, his eyes unreadable. “love is cruel, blind, and unexpected,” he said, his voice steady and low. “especially at first sight.” sua scoffed next to him, her irritation evident, but he didn’t waver, his eyes never leaving yours. the professor’s eyes followed jimin’s gaze to you, and she smiled warmly. “and what about our new student? would you like to share your thoughts on love?”

you felt a dozen pairs of eyes on you as you stood up, but you kept your composure. “love is just an illusion,” you began, your voice soft but clear. “it’s a beautiful, intricate mirage that we chase, believing it will fulfill us. but in the end, it’s fleeting and fragile, existing only as long as we believe in it. it's precisely why we shouldn't believe in it.” the room was silent for a moment, absorbing your words. the professor nodded, her eyes thoughtful. “thank you. such a variety of perspectives. love truly is a complex subject.”

as you took your seat, you turned slightly and locked eyes with jimin. his expression softened, and he offered you a sweet smile that seemed to hold a thousand unspoken words. next to him, sua’s glare was sharp and unyielding, her eyes filled with a mix of jealousy and disdain. the rest of the class passed in a blur, your thoughts tangled with the exchange of ideas and the intensity of jimin’s gaze. the whispers and judgments seemed to fade into the background, replaced by a new, inexplicable connection that left you feeling both intrigued and wary.

the bell rang, its sharp chime echoing through the classroom. students began to gather their belongings, the hum of conversation rising as they prepared to exit. you stood up, feeling the weight of their lingering gazes, and gathered your books. as you moved towards the door, you caught sight of sua stopping jimin, her manicured hand lightly gripping his arm.

“jimin, wait,” she said, her voice smooth but edged with irritation. he paused, turning to face her. she adjusted the collar of his shirt, her eyes narrowing as she spoke. “you seemed to be lost in thought at the sight of her,” she remarked, her glare piercing. “is she that pretty?”

he shook his head slightly, his expression guarded. “it’s not that,” he replied, his voice calm. her lips curled into a thin smile. “a shame, because i had a proposal for you.”

his curiosity was piqued. “what is it?”

sua tilted her head, her eyes never leaving his. “do you love me?” she asked, her tone deceptively sweet. his gaze softened. “of course, i do.”

she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “then if you love me, you’ll do me this favor.” his brows furrowed. “what do you want?”

her eyes flickered with a dangerous gleam. “the hostess’s daughter seemed to have a poor outlook on love,” she began, her words dripping with malice. “tempt her, make her feel loved.” jimin’s eyes widened in disbelief. “are you serious?”

her smile grew colder. “tempt her, and break her down even more,” she continued, her voice unwavering. “only if you love me.”

jimin hesitated, his gaze searching her face. “why do you hate her so much?” he asked quietly. her expression darkened, her eyes briefly clouded with an emotion she quickly masked. “don’t worry about it,” she replied, her tone dismissive. “i just need to know whose side you’re on.”

his jaw tightened, a storm of conflicting emotions swirling within him. after a moment, he nodded. “alright, sua. i’ll do my best.” her smile returned, her grip on his arm loosening. “good,” she said, satisfaction evident in her voice. “that’s all i needed to hear.”

as they walked out of the classroom together, you watched them, unaware of the twisted plan unfolding. jimin’s eyes met yours one last time, his expression unreadable, while sua’s glare remained cold and calculating. the weight of the coming days hung heavily in the air, the delicate balance of your new life poised on the edge of a precipice.

as you walked towards the bathroom, the bustling noise of the school faded behind you. the bathroom was a surprising oasis of cleanliness and elegance, its marble countertops and polished fixtures starkly contrasting with the chaos you had just left. you approached the mirror, touching up your makeup with practiced precision, the brush of lipstick creating a vivid red against your lips.

the sound of heels clicking on the tiled floor interrupted your solitude. you glanced up in the reflection and saw sua’s cold, piercing gaze meeting yours. she walked with deliberate steps to the sink beside yours, her movements graceful and deliberate. she pulled out a tube of lipstick from her designer makeup set and began applying it with the same meticulous care you had shown moments before.

her eyes flickered to you, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. “dior?” she said, her tone dripping with condescension. “expensive lipstick. seems like you have taste.” you met her gaze in the mirror, lifting an eyebrow. “yeah, seems like you do too,” you replied, nodding towards her own luxurious makeup set.

for a brief moment, her expression softened, and she gave you a polite nod. “thank you,” she said, the hint of warmth in her voice seeming almost genuine. but her demeanor changed abruptly, the warmth vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. “only mine wasn’t bought with the money of a whore,” she added, her voice laced with venom. “can you believe it?”

without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and walked out, her heels clicking sharply as she disappeared down the hallway. you stood frozen, the sting of her words lingering as you stared at your reflection, struggling to process the encounter. as you made your way towards your locker, trying to shake off the shock, you heard a new voice call out behind you. “ignore her. she isn’t worth it.”

you turned to find jimin approaching, a smile on his face that seemed almost too genuine. you raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident in your gaze. “that’s not a nice thing to say about your girlfriend.” his smile widened, but there was a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “she isn’t my girlfriend, can you believe it?” he said, his voice carrying an edge of amusement.

you stared at him, disbelief etched on your face. “she isn’t?” jimin shook his head. “no, she was nothing more than a friend. nothing more,” he reiterated, his tone casual but loaded with meaning.

you nodded slowly, taking in the revelation. the weight of his words settled over you, but before you could respond, he continued. “i heard your speech in class. isn’t that a bit pessimistic of you?” you scoffed, shaking your head slightly. “there’s a difference between pessimism and realism,” you said, your voice carrying an edge of finality. with that, you turned on your heel and walked away, your thoughts swirling with the day’s events. he watched you leave, his smile fading into a thoughtful expression. the challenge of seducing you, he realized, was more complex than he had anticipated.

as you navigated the bustling halls and classrooms of your new school, jimin's presence remained a constant, subtle influence. each encounter seemed to unravel new layers of his enigmatic demeanor. one afternoon, you dropped your pencil as you were collecting your things from your desk. jimin, who had been seated nearby, swiftly picked it up and extended it towards you with a polite smile.

“you dropped this,” he said softly, his eyes meeting yours with a glint of genuine warmth. “thank you,” you replied, accepting the pencil. the gesture, though small, felt surprisingly considerate.

a few days later, you were walking through the school courtyard when jimin approached you. his gaze lingered on your hair, which had been styled into soft waves that day. “your hair looks great today,” he said casually, his voice smooth and appreciative. “it suits you.” you glanced at him, taken aback by the compliment. “thanks,” you said, a faint smile tugging at your lips.

later that week, as you were struggling with a particularly heavy door while juggling your books, he appeared beside you, effortlessly holding the door open. “need some help?” he asked, his tone light but his gaze steady. you nodded, murmuring a grateful “yes, please,” as you passed through the door. he held it open until you were safely through, his smile never wavering. “no problem,” he said, his tone as warm as his smile.

despite his seemingly small acts of chivalry, you remained cautious, unsure of his true intentions. as the sun began to set, you walked home with jisoo by your side. the day’s interactions with jimin weighed heavily on your mind. jisoo turned to you with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity. “i can’t believe he was—so nice to you,” she said, her brows furrowing. “and he said he isn’t dating sua?”

you nodded, still processing the events. “yeah, he told me he wasn’t dating her. it was surprising.” she shook her head, her skepticism evident. “i swear i saw them holding hands. maybe i was wrong. it’s hard to keep track of everyone’s alliances here.”

as you neared your home, the familiar, somewhat shabby house came into view. jisoo practically burst through the door, greeting your mother with a burst of enthusiasm. “hi, mrs. (l/n)! it’s so good to see you!” your mother looked up from her work, her expression softening slightly as she took in jisoo’s exuberance. “at least one of you is happy to see me,” she remarked, her voice carrying a hint of wistfulness.

you forced a smile, though the tension between you and your mother still lingered beneath the surface. her activities had tainted the perception others had of you, casting a long shadow over your life. though you had ceased to resent her, the scars of the past remained. your mother turned to jisoo, her demeanor brightening. “are you staying the night?”

she nodded enthusiastically, her smile radiant. “yes, i am. i’ll help with lunch, too.” as she hugged you warmly, you couldn’t help but appreciate her presence. her support was a comforting constant in the whirlwind of your new life. the door closed behind you, the evening settling into a quiet rhythm of familiarity and routine, punctuated by the soft, reassuring hum of home.

the aroma of homemade dishes filled the kitchen as you, jisoo, and your mother gathered around the dining table. the meal was a comforting array of flavors, a stark contrast to the coldness of the school environment. laughter and the clinking of cutlery provided a soothing background to the conversation.

jisoo broke the comfortable silence, in a lively manner. “oh, by the way, i almost forgot to tell you,” she began, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she turned to your mother. “your daughter has a not-so-secret admirer.”

you shot her a warning glance, your cheeks flushing slightly. “knock it off,” you warned, trying to downplay the remark. your mother, who had been quietly enjoying her meal, looked up with an intrigued expression. “really?” she asked, her tone a mixture of curiosity and surprise. “who is it?”

you shrugged, attempting to brush off the topic. “it’s nobody important. he was just being nice.” your mother’s eyes narrowed slightly, her interest clearly piqued. “being nice is more than enough given the reputation our family has. who is it?”

jisoo chimed in before you could intervene. “it’s park jimin, the son of park and co.” at the mention of the name, your mother’s expression shifted noticeably. her eyes widened slightly, and a fleeting look of discomfort crossed her face. “is that true?” she asked, her voice laced with apprehension.

you shook your head, feeling a pang of frustration as you shot jisoo a stern glare. “he’s just being nice, mom. nothing more.” your mother’s expression remained tense, and she murmured, almost to herself, “let’s hope that’s all it is.” you chose not to press the issue further, sensing that there was more to her reaction than she was willing to share. the conversation veered back to more mundane topics, but the earlier unease lingered in the air.

as the meal continued, your phone buzzed on the table, drawing your attention. you glanced at the screen and saw a message from an unknown number. the text was brief, its content ambiguous: “you looked gorgeous today.” your heart skipped a beat, and you felt a rush of curiosity mixed with apprehension. the timing was too coincidental, given the conversation you’d just had. you stared at the message for a moment, trying to process the sudden shift in your day.

jisoo noticed your distraction and leaned in, her curiosity evident. “who’s that?” you hesitated before replying, “it’s just someone from school.” you kept your tone casual, though the tension of the moment was hard to ignore. your mother looked at you with a mixture of concern and curiosity, but she didn’t press further. the conversation resumed, but the atmosphere had changed subtly. the content of the message weighed on your mind, leaving you to ponder.

as the evening settled into a calm hush, you retreated to your room, a sanctuary of tranquility amidst the day's turmoil. the room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a lamp casting gentle shadows on the walls. jisoo, lounging comfortably on your bed, was indulging in a face mask, her eyes peeking out from behind the mask’s fabric.

you sat at your desk, absorbed in the glow of your laptop screen, fingers poised over the keyboard. the message from jimin lingered in your mind, and you began typing a reply, seeking clarity. “how did you get my number?” you inquired, your fingers hesitating slightly as you considered the implications of his response.

from her spot on the bed, jisoo watched you intently, her curiosity barely contained. “so, who’s the mysterious texter?” she asked, her voice muffled by the mask. you sighed, glancing at her. “it’s jimin. somehow, he managed to get my number.”

her eyes widened in surprise, and she adjusted her face mask, which had slipped askew. “how'd he get your number? do you have any idea?” you shook your head. “that’s what i’m trying to figure out.”

the reply from jimin arrived almost immediately. the message was as enigmatic as ever: “a gentleman never reveals his tricks.” you chuckled softly at the message, finding a hint of amusement in his playful secrecy. jisoo, intrigued, leaned closer. “did he reply?”

you nodded, reading out his words. “he said, ‘a gentleman never reveals his tricks.’” her eyebrows shot up, her expression a mix of disbelief and concern. “what a psycho. what if he’s watching us right now?”

you laughed lightly, shaking your head. “lay off the slasher movies. i’m sure he’s not lurking around.” you climbed into bed next to her, feeling the comfort of her presence.

her face was a mask of worry, despite the relaxation of the evening. “i’m serious,” she said, her voice earnest. “you should really avoid people like him. they’re trouble.” you turned on your side to face her, the warmth of the room contrasting with the tension of your conversation. “there’s something about him that draws me in,” you admitted, your voice soft but resolute.

she scoffed, her expression both teasing and concerned. “it’s just hormones. you’re probably caught up in the excitement of it all. maybe you should consider visiting a priest or something.” you gave her a playful shove, though her words resonated with a kernel of truth. “oh, come on. it’s not that serious.” despite the light-hearted banter, a part of you recognized the challenge of avoiding someone like jimin. his presence, enigmatic and alluring, had already begun to weave itself into the fabric of your daily life, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the pull he exerted on you.

the morning sun cast a golden glow over the school's fields as students gathered for their physical education class. the crisp air carried with it a sense of anticipation and a touch of chill. you walked alongside jisoo, who was grumbling with an exaggerated sigh. “running around at eight in the morning is basically child slavery,” she complained, her voice dripping with melodrama.

you chuckled, finding amusement in her theatrics. “use that for your college essay. sounds like a hit.” she shot you a playful glare before returning to her grumbling. “and these skirts are way too short for this kind of weather. i can practically feel my ovaries freezing.”

you laughed, shaking your head. “you should sell them while they’re frozen.” as you approached the equipment, your gaze fell upon jimin. he stood on the court in a crisp white shirt and sweatpants, the sunlight highlighting the confident smile on his lips as he noticed you. you met his gaze with a smile of your own, but jisoo’s whining pulled you back to the present. “that’s not a bad idea,” she muttered as you both moved to grab the tennis rackets.

the field was soon filled with the rhythmic thwack of tennis balls and the shuffling of sneakers against the ground. you and jisoo took your positions, the coach calling out encouragements and praise as you warmed up, suggesting you to join the team. you excelled at tennis, each stroke precise and powerful, as though the sport was second nature to you. the coach’s praise was a testament to your skill, and he urged you to consider joining the team. jisoo, panting slightly, looked at you with a mix of admiration and exhaustion. “you should definitely do it,” she encouraged, her voice earnest.

before you could offer her help, a voice interrupted your concentration. you turned to see jimin standing nearby, his eyes gleaming with a challenge. “star player,” he called out, “how about you play against me?” surprise flickered across your face, but you nodded, accepting the challenge. the students gathered around, their murmurs and cheers creating a buzz of excitement in the air. the court became a stage, with the intensity of the match drawing everyone’s attention.

the game began, and you and jimin faced each other across the net. his movements were fluid and graceful, but there was a distinct edge to his play—a blend of skill and a hint of showmanship. each serve he delivered was precise, each return a test of your agility and strategy. you matched him stroke for stroke, your rackets slicing through the air with practiced ease. his eyes never left you as the match progressed. he adapted to your style, countering your moves with surprising finesse. the rally between you was a dance of athleticism and precision, the sound of the ball against the racket a rhythmic accompaniment to the growing tension. sweat glistened on both your foreheads as the game pushed both of you to your limits.

in a final, exhilarating exchange, you executed a perfect cross-court shot that jimin couldn’t quite reach. the ball landed just inside the boundary, and the whistle blew, signaling the end of the match. the crowd erupted into applause, their cheers blending into a single, enthusiastic roar.

he approached you, his smile genuine and admiring. “congrats,” he said, his voice warm. “you really are the star player.” you met his gaze, smiling in return. “you’re the star opponent.”

jisoo, standing beside you, couldn’t resist a final jab. “looks like he finally found something he sucks at,” she scoffed, her tone playful. he laughed, the sound light and carefree. “i’ll take that as a compliment,” he replied, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before he joined his friends.

you and jisoo sat in the bustling cafeteria, the noise of lunchtime chatter surrounding you. as you indulged in your lunch, you both found yourselves engrossed in a seemingly pointless debate. “so, if you could choose between never having to sleep again or never needing to eat again, which would you pick?” she asked, her tone light and her gaze almost empty-headed.

you considered it for a moment before responding, “definitely never needing to eat again. imagine all the time you’d save.” she laughed, shaking her head. “think of all the delicious food you’d miss out on. i’d choose sleep, no contest.”

as you continued your discussion, sua and her entourage swept into the cafeteria, their presence commanding attention. her eyes narrowed when she spotted you, a smirk spreading across her lips. she strode over with an air of practiced arrogance, her friends trailing behind. without a word, she plopped down across from you, her eyes glinting with a mixture of challenge and disdain. jisoo, clearly unimpressed, looked up from her meal. “what do you want?”

her smile widened, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “up to your friend. is bottle service included?” the cafeteria buzzed with murmurs and sidelong glances, the scene quickly drawing attention. you raised an eyebrow, matching her tone with a taunting edge. “how about a lap dance? is that enough?”

her expression darkened, her eyes flashing with irritation. “you seem cheap enough for one,” she snapped. with a sudden, aggressive motion, she pushed your tray onto your lap, sending your food tumbling onto your clothes. the sudden mess caused a gasp to ripple through the nearby tables. jisoo’s face turned pale with anger. “you must be out of your mind,” she growled, her voice trembling with rage.

before she could escalate the situation further, the cafeteria fell into an uneasy silence as jimin walked in, his presence instantly commanding attention. he scanned the room, his eyes quickly locking onto the commotion at your table. “what’s going on here?” he asked, his voice carrying a note of authority. sua’s lips curled into a smirk as she replied, “just closing a deal.”

his gaze flickered between sua and you, a look of concern crossing his features. without waiting for her response, he reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her aside. his tone was firm and edged with frustration. “are you done here?” she huffed, her expression defiant. “i haven’t even started.”

jimin glanced back at your table, his eyes searching for you, but you had already stood up, brushing off the remnants of food from your clothes and gathering your things. you felt jisoo’s concerned gaze on you as you hurriedly made your way out of the cafeteria. he turned back to sua, his expression serious. “tone it down,” he said tersely. he began to follow in your direction, his concern palpable.

as he followed you, the cafeteria’s murmur of astonishment faded into the background, leaving you to navigate the hallways with a mixture of determination and unease. jisoo stayed close behind, her presence a comforting reminder of the support you had. you didn’t stick around to see what happened next. you slipped out of the cafeteria, the humiliation burning in your cheeks. you found yourself in an empty hallway, scrubbing at the stains on your skirt and blouse with a moist tissue. the tears threatened to spill over, but you fought them back, determined not to let sua win.

“you’re doing it wrong.”

the voice startled you, and you looked up to see jimin approaching. he knelt beside you, gently taking the tissue from your hand. “let me,” he said softly, wiping your uniform with surprising precision and gentleness. “she’s just jealous of you, you know,” he murmured as he worked.

you scoffed, shaking your head. “she has nothing to be jealous of.” he glanced up at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “that’s what you think.”

you watched him, the way his hands moved with careful attention, and a strange sensation stirred within you. it was something you couldn’t quite name, something warm and fluttering in your chest and stomach. “why are you being so nice to me?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “given my reputation and all.”

he paused, his eyes meeting yours. “everyone has their flaws,” he said simply. he smiled again, a genuine, heartwarming smile. “it wouldn’t be fair for such a pretty girl to have no flaws, right?” the unexpected compliment made you feel a rush of emotions. you couldn’t help but smile back at him, the warmth spreading through you. his kindness felt like a beacon of light in your turbulent world, and you found yourself drawn to him in a way you hadn’t anticipated.

the biology classroom buzzed with the low hum of student chatter, the scent of textbooks and lingering antiseptic filling the air. you took your seat beside jisoo, still feeling the sting of the cafeteria incident, though you tried to push it to the back of your mind. she leaned over, her voice a quiet murmur. “are you okay? i swear, i’ll kill her for what she did.”

you managed a small smile, the ghost of amusement flickering in your eyes. “i’m fine. i’ll even help you hide the body.” she grinned, though the worry didn’t leave her eyes. before either of you could say more, the professor strode into the room, commanding immediate attention. he was a tall, thin man with a perpetually serious expression, his glasses perched precariously on the edge of his nose.

“good afternoon, class,” he began, his voice cutting through the remaining whispers. “today, we’re starting a new project, one that will make up half of your final grade.” a collective groan rippled through the room, jisoo’s being the loudest.

“i hate science,” she muttered beside you. “everyone should just turn to God instead.” you might have laughed at her comment, but your attention was elsewhere. across the room, jimin sat with a soft smile playing on his lips, his eyes locking onto yours. the connection was brief but charged, a silent exchange that made your heart skip a beat.

the professor continued, oblivious to the undercurrents running through his classroom. “this project will involve both theoretical research and practical application. you will be studying various biological processes and their implications. each pair will be assigned a specific topic, which you’ll need to explore in depth. your presentation should include a detailed report and a demonstration of your findings.”

as he spoke, you barely registered his words, your mind preoccupied with the inexplicable pull towards jimin. it wasn’t until jisoo’s exaggerated whine broke through your thoughts that you snapped back to reality. “that’s not fair,” she protested. you turned to her, puzzled. “what are you talking about?”

her eyes were wide with disbelief as she leaned closer. “you’ve been partnered up with jimin.” your gaze flicked back to him, who was still looking at you with that infuriatingly soft smile. the professor’s voice droned on, repeating the importance of the project and its significant impact on your final grade.

next to jimin, sua scoffed loudly enough for those nearby to hear. “you must be ecstatic,” she spat. he turned to her, his expression a mix of frustration and confusion. “i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

she sneered, her eyes cold. “i see the way you look at her.” his frustration was evident as he shot back, “i’m only doing what you wanted.” her sneer deepened, but there was something in her eyes, a flicker of something almost like hurt, that she quickly masked with disdain. the tension between them was palpable, and you couldn’t help but feel caught in the crossfire of their unspoken conflict.

as the class went on, the professor handed out assignment sheets, detailing the topics and expectations for each pair. you glanced at the paper, trying to focus on the task at hand, but your mind kept drifting back to jimin. there was something about him, something beyond his charming smile and easy demeanor, that intrigued you. after class, jisoo grabbed your arm, her expression a mix of worry and excitement. “are you okay with this? i mean, working with him?”

you nodded slowly, still processing the unexpected turn of events. “i guess i don’t have much of a choice, do i?” she sighed, shaking her head. “just be careful, okay? i don’t trust him. or sua, for that matter.”

you squeezed her hand reassuringly. “i’ll be fine. it’s just a project.” but even as you said the words, you knew that it was more than just a project. it was an entanglement, a thread pulling you deeper into a web of intrigue and emotion. and as you walked out of the classroom, jimin’s gaze followed you, a silent promise of complications yet to come.

the library was a sanctuary of quiet, filled with the scent of old books and the soft rustling of pages turning. you wandered the aisles, collecting the necessary books for your biology project, the weight of their knowledge promising to lighten your academic burden. reaching for a particularly thick volume on a high shelf, you stretched on your toes, your fingers just grazing the spine when a hand reached up beside yours and plucked it effortlessly.

turning to protest, you found yourself face to face with jimin. he handed you the book with a small, teasing smile. “here you go,” he said. “thanks,” you replied, taking the book and trying to ignore the flutter in your chest. you moved to find a table, and he followed, his presence a constant, warm shadow.

as you settled into your seats, he broke the silence. “i have to admit, i don’t know much about biology. to be honest, it’s all a bit of a mystery to me.” you laughed, the sound light and genuine. “don’t worry, i’ll get you through it.”

you opened the books and began taking notes, trying to focus on the complex terms and diagrams. jimin, however, seemed more interested in watching you. every so often, you’d catch him glancing your way, a soft, thoughtful look in his eyes. at one point, he peered over your shoulder, reading aloud from the book.

“‘oxytocin,’” he said, his voice low and smooth, “‘a hormone that contributes to the biological process that stimulates the feeling of love.’” for a second, your eyes met, and a rush of warmth spread through you. you tried to push past it, scoffing lightly. “see? it’s just hormones.”

he leaned back in his chair, an amused glint in his eyes. “you really don’t believe in love, do you?” you hesitated, the question cutting deeper than you expected. shaking your head, you tried to muster a nonchalant response. “not really.”

his curiosity piqued, he leaned in closer, folding his arms over the book. “why not?” for the first time, someone had actually asked why, and it took you a moment to find your voice. your heart beat a little faster as you began. “because—”

you paused, the memories flooding back. “i used to believe in it, while my parents were together. then, my mother did what she did.” you laughed, but there was no humor in it. “it seemed like nothing was more important than money. not shame, not her family. and when dad left us, it ruined me, but all she cared about was making money.”

his expression softened, and he reached out to take your hand. his touch was gentle, sending shockwaves through you. “that sounds rough, but it won’t always be rough. if you’re not tempted by the wrong things, you’ll always end up with the right things.” you couldn’t help but ease into the warmth of his hand, the connection grounding you. “how do we know what the right thing is?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

jimin smiled, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. “you’ll know when you feel it.” and in that moment, you swore you felt it. the sincerity in his eyes, the warmth of his touch—it was like a spark of something genuine, something real. for the first time in a long while, you allowed yourself to believe, if only for a fleeting second, that maybe, just maybe, there was something more.

the sun dipped low in the sky as you walked home, the air crisp and cool, carrying the scents of autumn. jimin strolled beside you, his hands tucked casually in his pockets. the conversation flowed easily, punctuated by comfortable silences that felt more like shared moments of understanding than lapses. as your house came into view, you turned to say goodbye, but your words caught in your throat as your mother stepped out onto the porch.

her face lit up with a welcoming smile. “you’re back later than usual,” she remarked, before turning her gaze to jimin. “and who might this be?”

he smiled politely and took a step forward. “i’m sorry, ma’am. we were studying together. i’m park jimin.” for a moment, your mother’s face seemed to freeze, her smile faltering as she examined him closely. “you look so much like your father,” she murmured, shaking her head as if to clear away old memories. her smile returned, albeit a bit more strained. “would you like to stay over for lunch, jimin?”

you blinked, glancing between the two of them, taken aback by her invitation. his laughter was nervous but genuine as he nodded. “i’d love to. thank you.”

inside, the house was warm, the kitchen filled with the comforting aroma of simmering soup and freshly baked bread. you helped your mother set the table, the clinking of dishes a soothing background noise. when you placed a bowl in front of jimin, your eyes met, and your heart fluttered inexplicably.

lunch was a quiet, intimate affair. your mother had outdone herself, serving a hearty meal that seemed to ease some of the tension in the air. jimin praised the food, and your mother’s smile was genuine this time, the warmth in her eyes reflecting her pride. “so, jimin,” your mother began, her tone conversational but probing, “i suppose you’ve heard about the scandal.”

he paused, his spoon halfway to his mouth, before setting it down gently. “i’ve heard a bit, yes,” he replied, his voice careful. “but it’s nothing to worry about. these things blow over soon enough.” you tensed at the mention of it, your appetite waning. your mother noticed and gave you a reassuring look before turning back to him. “you’re quite understanding. my daughter mentioned you not too long ago.”

you felt your cheeks burn as you scolded her softly, “mom, please.” jimin’s eyes sparkled with amusement, and he turned to you, an eyebrow raised. “oh, really?”

your embarrassment deepened, and you stammered, “it’s not a big deal.” your mother shook her head, her smile unwavering. “she’s never talked about a boy in her life. this is a big deal.”

jimin’s smile widened, his heart fluttering at the mention. “well, i’m honored,” he said softly, his gaze holding yours a moment longer than necessary. as the meal progressed, the conversation flowed easily. your mother seemed to warm up to him, her initial wariness melting away in the face of his genuine charm. he spoke about his interests, his plans for the future, and every so often, his eyes would flicker to you, as if seeking your approval.

as lunch came to an end, you found yourself reluctant to see jimin go. there was something about his presence that felt comforting, like a balm to your frayed nerves. when he finally stood to leave, your mother pressed a container of leftovers into his hands, insisting he take it. “thank you for having me,” he said, his voice sincere. “i really appreciate it.”

as you walked him to the door, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of longing. “thank you for today,” you said softly. he smiled, his eyes warm. “thank you for having me. i’ll see you at school?”

you nodded, unable to keep the smile from your lips. “see you at school.” and as he walked away, you felt a sense of anticipation, a feeling that perhaps, life was about to surprise you after all.

jimin walked the familiar path to his manor, the weight of the day pressing lightly on his shoulders. the estate loomed ahead, its grandeur a testament to his family’s status. as he entered, the smell of rich mahogany and leather filled his senses. his mother was seated on the couch, a glass of wine in hand, her expression turning to one of concern as she saw him.

“where have you been?” she asked, her voice soft but probing. his father, seated in his favorite armchair, eyed him cautiously. “studying for my upcoming project with a friend,” jimin replied, trying to keep his tone casual.

his father chuckled, a sound that held more skepticism than amusement. “studying, you say? snow must be forecasted for tomorrow.” jimin attempted to laugh it off, but his older sister chimed in. yura was a striking figure, a successful businesswoman who often indulged in wine with their mother. “a friend?” she queried, her tone laced with curiosity. “does this friend happen to be a girl?”

he tried to brush it off, maintaining his nonchalant demeanor. “yes, but she’s just a friend.” his mother’s brow furrowed slightly. “are you still seeing sua?” she asked, her concern evident.

jimin nodded, his voice steady. “yes, i am.”

“then why are you hanging out with other girls?” she pressed. before he could respond, his father intervened, his tone lighter. “he’s young. he has the right to have some fun.” this earned him skeptical glares from both his wife and daughter.

as jimin made his way up the grand staircase to his room, his mother’s voice followed him. “have you taken your pills?” his chest tightened at the reminder. “i’ll take them now,” he assured her.

“good,” she replied. “we don’t need another incident.” he felt a pang of unease at her words but continued to his room, closing the door behind him. the room was a sanctuary of sorts, a place where he could be himself. he crossed to his desk, where a bottle of pills stood as a stark reminder of his responsibilities. he frowned as he took one, the bitterness of the pill a sharp contrast to the sweetness of his earlier encounter with you.

but he couldn't dwell on the bitterness for long. the thought of you brought a warmth to his chest, a happiness that seemed to light up even the darkest corners of his mind. he plopped onto the couch, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. he couldn't help but think about your eyes, the way they sparkled when you talked about something you were passionate about, and the way your laughter seemed to fill the room with light. for a moment, the weight of his family's expectations, the pills, and the memories of past incidents faded into the background.

the following morning, the sun cast a gentle glow over the tennis courts, the light filtering through the early morning haze. you were already on the court, warming up and serving balls with precise, practiced motions. each serve sliced through the air, a testament to your skill and dedication. the rest of the students began to line up, their murmurs a quiet hum in the background.

you stopped in your tracks when you heard a familiar scoff. looking up, you saw sua standing at the edge of the court, her smirk as sharp as ever. “don't worry, it isn't lunch yet,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. she paused, her eyes narrowing. “let's see if you're as good as they say you are.”

you squared your shoulders, determination settling in your bones. the showdown began, each of you serving and returning the ball with fierce intensity. the rhythmic sound of tennis balls being struck echoed around the court, blending with the rising tension in the air. jimin walked onto the field, curiosity etched on his features. spotting jaebum, he asked, “what's going on?”

jaebum, eyes fixed on the game, replied, “your girlfriend’s getting her ass handed to her.” to his surprise, a smile played on jimin's lips as he watched you. your form was impeccable, each movement fluid and powerful. the way you played was mesmerizing, a dance of skill and tenacity. the match grew more intense. you blocked sua's attempts to send the ball flying past you, returning each one with precision. the final moment came when sua, out of frustration, aimed a ball straight at your face. you blocked it effortlessly, sending it back her way with a force she couldn’t match. she scrambled, but couldn't save it in time.

the court erupted in applause, but sua was far from gracious in defeat. ahe strode over to you, her expression dark. “you have a way with balls,” she sneered. “your mother taught you well.”

fed up, you closed the distance between you, your hand darting out and colliding with the side of her face. the sound echoed around the court, followed by a collective gasp from the students. “i've had just about enough of your shit,” you said, your voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through you.

her eyes widened in shock. “have you lost your mind?” she demanded, raising her hand to strike you back. you flinched, bracing for the impact, but it never came. instead, jimin's grip closed around sua's wrist, stopping her cold. your heart raced as you watched the scene unfold.

“she slapped me,” she practically shrieked, her voice filled with indignation. “did you see what she did?” jimin’s expression remained calm, almost amused. “yeah, maybe you should stop biting off more than you can chew.” he dropped her hand, leaving her stunned and speechless.

turning to you, he grabbed your wrist, his touch firm but gentle. “come on,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “where are we going?” you asked, trying to keep up with his brisk pace.

“we're ditching school for the day,” he informed you, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. you opened your mouth to protest, but the words died on your lips. there was something about the way he led you away, the sense of freedom in breaking the rules just this once, that made it impossible to resist. the two of you walked off the field, leaving behind the shocked whispers and lingering tension of the court.

as you walked briskly beside him, you couldn’t help but ask, “why the sudden idea?” he stiffened slightly, his grip on your wrist loosening but not letting go entirely. “you seem like you need a break,” he replied, his voice softer than usual.

the tension from the tennis court gradually melted away as you both ventured into the city. the world outside school walls felt different, lighter, filled with possibilities. your steps slowed as you approached a quaint coffee shop. the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted out as jimin held the door open for you. inside, the atmosphere was warm and inviting, the soft murmur of conversations blending with the clinking of cups.

you found a cozy corner by the window, and jimin ordered two lattes. when he returned with the steaming cups, he placed one in front of you and took a seat across the small table. “so,” he began, stirring his coffee thoughtfully, “tell me something about yourself that no one else knows.” you smiled, taking a sip of your latte. “i’m not as boring as people think,” you said, your tone playful.

he chuckled, a genuine smile lighting up his face. “i never thought you were boring.” the conversation flowed easily, laughter mingling with the aroma of coffee. you found yourself sharing stories, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders with each passing moment.

after leaving the coffee shop, you both wandered to a nearby park. the trees swayed gently in the breeze, their leaves whispering secrets to the wind. you found a bench beneath a large oak tree, its branches casting dappled shadows on the ground. jimin stretched out beside you, his gaze thoughtful. “you know,” he said, “sometimes you just need to let go and enjoy the little things.”

you nodded, watching as children played nearby, their laughter infectious. “i guess i’ve forgotten how to do that.” he turned to you, his eyes earnest. “then let’s remind you.”

the day seemed to pass in a blur of moments—feeding ducks at the pond, racing each other up a hill, and sharing stories beneath the shade of the old oak tree. each moment felt like a stolen piece of happiness, a reprieve from the usual chaos. as the afternoon sun dipped lower in the sky, jimin suggested one more stop. “let’s go to the beach,” he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

the beach was a short walk away, and the walk itself was filled with easy conversation and the hum of the active city. when you finally arrived, the sight of the sea stretching endlessly before you took your breath away. you kicked off your shoes, the cool sand seeping between your toes as you walked towards the shoreline. “i haven’t been to the beach in a long time,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “the last time i went was when my parents were still together.”

jimin’s gaze softened, and he brushed a strand of hair from your forehead. “you should come more often,” he said gently. you looked at him, a small smile playing on your lips. “why?”

he pointed to the sea, its waves lapping gently at the shore. “you’re as pretty as the sea.” you couldn’t help but blush, feeling warmth spread through your chest. “you’re not as awful as people say you are,” you said, your tone teasing.

he smiled, a hint of sadness in his eyes. “you have no idea.” curiosity piqued, you asked, “what do you mean by that?”

he shrugged, looking out at the horizon. “i’ve got a lot on my plate, too.” you were about to ask him what he meant, the words forming on your lips, when he cut you off with a gentle kiss on your forehead. the touch was soft, lingering, and it sent a rush of warmth through you. you were taken aback, your heart pounding in your chest. he noticed your surprise and smiled, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“come on,” he said, taking your hand. “we have a project to study for.” the butterflies in your stomach refused to settle as you followed him, the day’s events playing over and over in your mind. the sun set in the distance, casting a golden glow over the beach, but all you could think about was the boy beside you.

you walked with him, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the path as you approached his manor. the sight of the grand, imposing structure took your breath away, its sheer size and elegance making you feel small in comparison. jimin noticed your awe and smiled softly, guiding you through the expansive entrance. “welcome to my humble abode,” he joked, though there was a hint of something deeper in his eyes—perhaps a reluctance or discomfort with the grandeur of his home.

he led you through the hallways, each one more opulent than the last, until you reached his room. it was surprisingly simple compared to the rest of the house, a sanctuary of purity and calm. the walls were adorned with soft hues, the furniture understated yet elegant. your eyes landed on a series of framed baby photos on his bedside table. “is that you?” you asked, pointing to one of the photos.

he laughed, a sound that warmed the room. “yeah, that’s me. ibwasn’t that ugly, was i?” he teased, noticing your lingering gaze. “quite the opposite,” you said, sincerity in your voice. you were captivated by the innocence in the photo, a stark contrast to the composed young man beside you.

jimin picked up the photo you had been staring at, his fingers tracing the edges of the frame. a smile played on his lips, and his eyes softened with nostalgia. “simpler times,” he murmured, almost to himself. he carefully removed the photo from the frame and handed it to you. “take it,” he urged, his voice gentle yet firm.

“are you sure?” you asked, shocked by his gesture. he nodded, and your heart fluttered as you tucked the photo into your pocket. the sight of him as a baby made your heart swell with an unfamiliar warmth.

as you settled down to study, jimin began repeating the biological processes listed in the book, his voice rhythmic and soothing. despite his efforts, you couldn’t seem to focus, your mind wandering back to the earlier conversation. “what's wrong?” he asked, concern lacing his tone. “you mentioned having a lot on your plate,” you began hesitantly. “what did you mean by that?”

he sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips. “wait here,” he said, getting up and leaving the room. you waited, curiosity gnawing at you until he returned, a small bottle in his hand. “what’s that?” you asked, though you had a sinking feeling you already knew.

“antidepressants,” he answered, his voice calm. your eyes widened in surprise. “why do you have them?”

he lifted his sleeve, revealing his wrist where faint scars were healing. the sight of them stunned you, a sharp pain piercing your heart. the room seemed to hold its breath, the silence heavy and poignant. “i went through a tough time last year,” he explained, his voice steady but soft. “no one was willing to help. i was suffocating and couldn’t find a way out.”

he paused, a smile tugging at his lips despite the weight of his words. “i’ve never told anyone that before.”

you stared at his scars, your fingers tracing them gently. tears welled up in your eyes, the raw vulnerability of the moment overwhelming you. he noticed, brushing away a stray tear with his thumb. “hey,” he said softly, his touch tender. “i didn’t show you this so you could cry.”

“i’m just—i’m so glad you’re still here,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. his hand cupped your cheek, and in that moment of sheer vulnerability, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips. the kiss shocked you at first, but you kissed back, the intensity of the moment deepening. it was a kiss filled with all the unspoken words, the shared pain, and the unvoiced longing.

his arms wrapped around you, and he gently picked you up, carrying you to his bed. the kiss grew more intense, each touch a promise, each breath a declaration. as he laid you down, his eyes held yours, a silent vow of understanding and acceptance. in the quiet sanctuary of his room, you both found solace in each other, a moment of purity and connection amidst the chaos of your lives. the world outside ceased to exist, and for those precious moments, it was just you and him.

his hands began to explore your body, his touch light and reverent. jimin had always been attentive, but now there was something different, something more profound. you felt your heart racing, your skin tingling with every caress. your body responded to his, eager to know him in every way possible. he noticed your nervousness and took his time, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, reassuring you that he would be gentle.

his lips trailed down your neck, and you felt your breath hitch. you’d never been with anyone before, but in that moment, you knew that this was right. he had become so much more than just a friend—he was the one who had seen through your walls, who had accepted you at your worst, and now he was the one you wanted to give yourself to completely. it made you wonder, what was it exactly that you were feeling? was it the sheer vulnerability taking action, or was it the feeling you had spent nineteen years believing to be nothing more than a mere illusion.

as he entered you, you knew what you were feeling wasn't an illusion. you felt a brief flash of pain, but his tender kisses and soothing whispers helped ease the discomfort. the pain soon gave way to pleasure, and you found yourself lost in the rhythm of his movements. your bodies melded together as one, the intimacy of the act leaving you feeling both vulnerable and empowered.

in the aftermath, you lay in his arms, the warmth of his embrace seeping into your very soul. his heartbeat was the only sound in the room, a steady rhythm that seemed to echo your own. his guilt still lingered, but in that moment, it was overshadowed by the raw emotion that filled the space between you. jimin had never meant for it to go this far, never meant to catch feelings for someone he was supposed to use as a means to an end. but as he held you, feeling your heart beating against his chest, he knew he could never go back to seeing you as just a bet. the lines had blurred, and now, he was just as invested in this as you were. the realization was terrifying and exhilarating all at once. but for now, he pushed it aside, choosing to focus on the warmth of your embrace and the sweet taste of your lips.

in the soft glow of the afternoon sun streaming through jimin's window, the world seemed to hold its breath. your heart raced as you lay beside him, the intimacy of the moment enveloping you both. the quiet hum of the house served as a gentle reminder of the sanctuary you found within each other's company. he turned to you, his eyes searching yours with a blend of curiosity and tenderness. “why did you give yourself to me if you don’t believe in love?” his voice was soft, barely above a whisper, yet it held the weight of a thousand unasked questions. the realization of what had transpired began to settle in, and you felt a mixture of vulnerability and courage. you looked into his eyes, the words forming slowly on your lips.

“i was tempted,” you whispered, the truth of it resonating in the quiet space between you. a small, almost shy smile played on his lips. “what exactly was it that tempted you?” he asked, his gaze unwavering.

you reached out, your fingers tracing the faint scars on his wrist with a delicate touch. there was something profound in the simplicity of the gesture, a silent acknowledgment of his pain and resilience. “you,” you said, your voice steady as you met his eyes. “you tempted me.”

his smile widened, a mixture of relief and affection lighting up his features. he gently cupped your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek in a tender caress. the vulnerability in his gaze mirrored your own, and in that moment, you felt an unspoken understanding pass between you. “thank you,” he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude and something deeper, something you couldn't quite name. you smiled back, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. “for what?”

“for seeing me,” he replied, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “for accepting me, scars and all.” the raw honesty of his words touched you deeply, and you leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. the two of you lay there, wrapped in the warmth of each other’s presence. the world outside continued its relentless pace, but in the quiet sanctuary of his room, time seemed to slow down. the connection you shared felt sacred, a beautiful intertwining of souls that defied the chaos of life.

the morning sun filtered through the lace curtains of jimin’s room, casting delicate patterns on the walls. he woke up alone, the previous night's warmth lingering faintly in the air. the house was quiet, save for the occasional clink of dishes from the kitchen downstairs. he stretched, feeling a strange mixture of peace and anticipation.

as he descended the grand staircase, his mother looked up from her cup of tea, a smile of relief softening her features. “good morning, jimin. when are we going to see sua again? it feels like ages since she’s been over.” he paused, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face before he sighed. “actually, mom, i broke up with sua.”

his mother’s eyes widened in surprise. “you what? why on earth would you do that?” he took a deep breath, his heart pounding as he faced the inevitable. “i fell in love with someone else.”

his mother’s shock deepened, her teacup almost slipping from her grasp. “is it that girl you were studying with yesterday?” a gentle smile tugged at his lips as he nodded. “yes, it is.”

his mother opened her mouth to protest, but before she could, his father, who had been silently observing from his chair, spoke up. “why don’t you invite her over for dinner? we’d like to meet her.” his mother turned to him, aghast. “are you serious?” his father nodded, his expression calm and composed. “i am. i trust our son’s judgment.”

at school, the memory of the previous night played over and over in your mind as you recounted everything to jisoo. her eyes grew wider with each word, and she let out a shriek that drew the attention of everyone around. “you need to keep it to yourself,” you hissed, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

she was stunned, her eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and excitement. “i warned you,” she said, hitting you lightly on the arm. before you could respond, a familiar voice interrupted. “warned her about what?”

you both turned to see jimin approaching, a playful smile on his lips. jisoo quickly brushed it off, trying to act casual. he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. you pushed him back, whispering urgently, “people are staring,” he chuckled. “so what?”

“you should be embarrassed to be seen with the hostess’s daughter,” you muttered, trying to step away. but he only pulled you in closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief. he waved at taehyung, who was standing nearby, his jaw practically on the floor. jimin took your hand and waved it at taehyung, much to your mortification.

“are you crazy?” you hissed, trying to pull your hand back. he laughed, the sound light and carefree. “i have good news,” he said, his tone suddenly serious.

“what is it?” you asked, curiosity piqued. “my parents want to have dinner with you,” he said, pausing to gauge your reaction. “are you okay with that?”

jisoo’s eyes nearly popped out of her head, and you felt your own heart skip a beat. stunned and flustered, you nodded hesitantly. “i’d be honored.” jimin smiled, his eyes softening as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. the world around you seemed to fade, leaving just the two of you.

that evening, as you stood before your wardrobe, your hands trembled with anticipation. your mother was out, so you indulged in exploring your options without interruption. fabrics of varying textures and colors slipped through your fingers as you considered each dress. you finally settled on an elegant white dress, its fabric smooth and cool against your skin. the intricate lace detailing along the neckline and hem added a touch of sophistication. you paired it with delicate pearl earrings and a simple bracelet, hoping to make a good impression.

once ready, you instructed your driver to take you to the park manor. the drive seemed both endless and fleeting, the passing scenery a blur of colors as your heart raced. upon arrival, jimin welcomed you with a warm hug, his embrace steadying your nerves. he led you inside where his parents awaited.

his mother’s eyes widened as she took in your appearance. “you’re even prettier than i anticipated,” she remarked, a smile playing on her lips. his father, however, remained silent, his gaze fixed on you with an unreadable expression. his stomach seemed to sink as he observed you, a flicker of recognition in his eyes. jimin's sister approached you, her eyes lighting up as she hugged you. “you look like a doll!” she exclaimed, admiring your handbag.

jimin beamed at their reactions, but his father’s silence lingered in his mind, casting a shadow over the otherwise warm reception. you were guided to the dining room, where a beautifully set table awaited. the soft glow of candles and the elegant tableware created a welcoming atmosphere. you couldn’t help but compliment the decor.

“thank you,” jimin’s mother replied, her smile genuine. she opened a bottle of wine, the soft pop of the cork punctuating the air. “would you like a glass?”

you declined politely. “oh, no, ma'am. i don’t drink.” her eyes sparkled with pleasant surprise, but she insisted, “it’s a special occasion.” she poured you a glass despite your initial refusal, placing it gently in front of you. as the meal began, the conversation flowed smoothly, filled with lighthearted anecdotes and laughter. the atmosphere was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the tension you had felt earlier. however, a shift occurred when jimin’s sister suddenly turned to you, her brow furrowed slightly.

“i just realized, we never got your name,” she said, curiosity in her voice. you smiled apologetically, feeling slightly embarrassed. “i’m sorry, my name is (y/n) (l/n).”

a heavy silence fell over the table, the warmth dissipating in an instant. his mother’s friendly expression quickly vanished, replaced by one of shock. she repeated your last name, her voice barely a whisper. “you’re the daughter of the woman who owns the hostess club,” she stated, her tone now cold and distant. you felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you struggled to find your voice. “yes, but my mother is no longer a part of it,” you managed to say, your voice trembling.

his father’s face had turned pale, his eyes wide with disbelief. jimin’s gaze flicked between you and his parents, confusion and curiosity etched on his features. the glass in his mother’s hand suddenly shattered, wine spilling across the table as shards of glass dug into her skin. “get out of my house,” her tone was cold, her voice trembling with rage and horror. “never show your face here again.” you were stunned, tears welling up in your eyes as you struggled to comprehend what had just happened. jimin stood abruptly, his fist slamming into the table. “what is your problem?” he demanded, his voice shaking with anger.

his mother scoffed, her hand bleeding as she slammed the remaining shards of glass into the table. “don’t you know?” she spat, tears streaming down her cheeks. “don’t you know that your father was her mother’s favorite guest? your father and kang sua’s father?” she paused, her gaze piercing through you. “she tempted them. it’s in their blood.”

the weight of her words hit you like a physical blow. shocked and humiliated, tears streamed down your face as you stammered an apology before fleeing the room. the world outside was a blur of darkness and cold, the warmth and light of the manor replaced by the harsh reality of your situation. as you ran, the tears continued to flow, each step feeling heavier than the last.

the night air was cold against your skin as you ran, tears blurring your vision. humiliation and shame burned hot in your chest, mingling with a fierce, simmering anger. the echo of his mother’s words reverberated in your mind, each repetition deepening the wound. you burst through your front door, sobbing uncontrollably. your mother, who had been reading in the living room, rushed to your side, her face etched with concern. “what happened?” she asked, her voice soft with worry.

you tried to push her away, the sight of your once pristine dress now stained with wine and blood adding fuel to your anger. “it’s all your fault,” you spat, your voice cracking under the weight of your emotions. she recoiled, her eyes wide with shock. “what do you mean?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“everything!” you screamed, your voice raw. “dad leaving, the humiliation, all of it. it’s all because of you.” you sank to your knees, the overwhelming weight of your emotions pressing down on you. tears streamed down your cheeks as you sobbed, each breath a struggle. your mother, tears in her own eyes, knelt beside you. despite your protests, she wrapped her arms around you, her embrace warm and comforting.

“i know,” she whispered, her voice filled with sorrow. “i know you hate me, and no apology in the world will make up for me being the worst mother.” you fought against her hold at first, but your strength soon gave out. you clung to her shirt, your sobs gradually quieting. her presence, once a source of anger, now provided a strange comfort. she held you tightly, her tears mixing with yours as she whispered soothing words.

the house was silent except for the sound of your breathing and the occasional sniffle. the warmth of your mother’s embrace began to melt the ice around your heart, if only slightly. you were still angry, still hurt, but in that moment, you allowed yourself to be held. the weight of the evening’s events slowly began to lift, replaced by an overwhelming exhaustion. as your cries died down, you remained clinging to her shirt, feeling the steady rise and fall of her chest. for the first time in a long while, you felt a small semblance of peace. it wasn’t forgiveness, not yet, but it was a start. and in the quiet of the night, held in your mother’s arms, you found a glimmer of hope.

the tension in the room was palpable after you fled, leaving an echoing silence that seemed to suffocate the air. jimin’s mother, her hand bleeding and her eyes filled with a mixture of rage and pain, finally broke the silence. her voice was calm, but there was a steely edge to it that brooked no argument. “jimin,” she said, “you will never see that girl again.”

jimin, still standing, fists clenched in fury, shook his head vehemently. “no,” he said, his voice trembling with emotion. “she has nothing to do with her mother’s affairs.” he paused, his gaze shifting to his father, who sat with his head bowed in shame. “or your affairs.”

his mother’s face twisted with anger. she slammed her hand down on the table, causing the silverware to clatter. “see her again then,” she spat. “try your luck.” the room was charged with an almost tangible electricity. her face was a mask of cold determination, her eyes burning with a fierce intensity. she paused, her voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. “see her again, and i promise you she’ll disappear.”

his heart pounded in his chest. he felt as though the ground had been pulled out from under him, leaving him adrift in a sea of conflicting emotions. anger, fear, and a desperate need to protect you all warred within him. he knew he couldn’t let his mother’s threats go unanswered, but the sheer intensity of her hatred left him momentarily speechless. the dinner table fell silent once more, the only sound the ticking of the antique clock in the hallway. jimin turned and left the room, his heart heavy with a mix of determination and dread. he knew the battle was far from over, but he also knew that he couldn’t give up on you. not now, not ever.

the morning at school was cloaked in an oppressive tension, and the air seemed to thrum with unspoken words and hidden resentments. jimin, with a determined stride, marched through the crowded hallway, his eyes fixed on sua. as he approached her, the sea of students parted, sensing the gravity of the confrontation about to unfold.

her eyes flickered with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. “giving up already?” she asked, her voice dripping with condescension. jimin’s face was a mask of unyielding resolve. “the game is over,” he said abruptly, his tone leaving no room for misunderstanding.

she raised an eyebrow, her expression one of intrigued disbelief. “what do you mean?” he took a deep breath, his gaze unwavering. “i’ve fallen in love with her,” he declared, his voice firm despite the weight of his words.

her eyes widened in shock, and then a cruel smile curved her lips. “you must be joking,” she said, her tone icy with contempt. he shook his head, a mix of sadness and resolve in his eyes. “i’m not. i’m sorry, sua.” without another word, her hand lashed out, the sting of the slap echoing through the hallway. jimin flinched, but his eyes remained locked on hers, a silent defiance in their depths. shw turned on her heel, her gaze cold and unfeeling as she walked away, her heels clicking ominously on the polished floor.

as she disappeared into the bathroom, you were making your way down the corridor, lost in your own thoughts. the bathroom door swung open with a sharp creak, and her presence was like a storm cloud. she spotted you at the sink, and her gaze hardened as she approached. you met her gaze in the mirror, your heart sinking. “what do you want?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the flutter of anxiety in your chest.

her expression twisted into a mask of venomous disdain. “you’ve tempted him,” she said, her voice dripping with malice. she paused, letting her words sink in before adding, “you really are just like your mother.”

in the midst of your panic, her voice cut through the noise once more. “you really thought this was real?” she sneered, her tone dripping with contempt. “you were just a bet. jimin was a part of it from the beginning.” the revelation hit you like a physical blow, your breath catching as you gasped for air. through the blur of water and your own tears, you barely made out her words.

“he was never serious,” she continued, her expression a cruel mix of satisfaction and pity. “it was all just a game to him, a way to amuse himself. and you were just another pawn.” the words echoed in your mind, mingling with the sting of the cold water and the pressure of her hands. the reality of the betrayal was a crushing weight, adding to the turmoil you already felt.

before you could react, her hand clamped onto your hair, her grip like a vice. panic surged through you as she yanked you towards the sink. the cold, unforgiving porcelain met your face as she dunked you, the water gushing forth with a harsh, relentless force. you flailed, gasping for air as the water swirled around you, filling your senses with its icy, suffocating embrace. your mind whirled with disjointed memories from your old school, fragments of humiliation and fear blending with the present moment. the world around you blurred as your vision darkened, the water pressing against your face like a heavy, smothering shroud.

just as you felt yourself slipping into darkness, a powerful force yanked her away. the sudden release was disorienting, and you coughed, spluttering as you gasped for breath. as you tried to steady yourself, the chaos around you began to coalesce into clarity. turning your head, you saw jisoo standing in the doorway, her face a mask of fury and concern. “get lost,” she commanded, her voice a fierce, protective roar.

sua, caught off guard, hesitated before retreating, her expression one of anger and frustration. as she stormed out of the bathroom, the door slammed behind her, leaving you and jisoo in the wake of the confrontation. she hurried to your side, her arms enveloping you in a comforting embrace. you clung to her, tears streaming down your face as you trembled with shock and fear. “it’s gonna be okay,” she whispered, her voice soothing and steady. “i’m here. you’re safe now.” the warmth of her embrace was a stark contrast to the cold, harsh reality of what had just transpired. as you allowed yourself to cry, the sobs wracking your body, her presence was a balm to your wounded spirit. her hands gently stroked your back, her voice a constant reassurance that you weren’t alone.

as you left the school, the heavy weight of the day seemed to press down upon you. the hallway, once bustling with the casual chatter of students, now felt hollow and distant. your footsteps echoed in the quiet, a rhythmic reminder of the chaos that had just unfolded. as you approached the gates, your phone buzzed sharply, breaking the silence of your troubled thoughts. you glanced at the screen, seeing jimin’s name flash across it. an inexplicable mix of apprehension and curiosity gripped you. you hesitated for a moment before answering, your breath catching as you said, “hello?”

to your surprise, it was not jimin’s voice but his mother’s that greeted you. her tone was clear and authoritative, though tinged with an undertone of cold detachment. “hello,” she began, “i need you to come to the manor immediately.” your heart raced at the urgency in her voice. “is everything alright?” you asked, your concern mingling with anxiety.

“good,” she replied crisply. “it’s in your best interest to come now.” before you could respond, the call ended abruptly. a surge of unease propelled you to the park manor, your mind a whirl of worry and confusion. the grandiose estate loomed before you, its imposing structure now a place of dread rather than comfort. as you approached the front door, you noticed the serene beauty of the manor felt jarringly out of place with the turmoil inside.

you were greeted at the door by three figures: his mother, his father, and his sister. none of them were jimin. the air in the room was thick with tension, and his mother wasted no time in addressing you. “sit down,” she said, her voice firm and unyielding.

you took a seat, your heart pounding in your chest. his mother continued, her gaze cold and unyielding. “you are to cease all contact with my son,” she said, her words slicing through the air with chilling clarity. tears welled up in your eyes as you fought to maintain your composure. “i have nothing to do with my mother’s affairs,” you said, your voice trembling. “i love jimin.” your own declaration took you by surprise, the depth of your feelings for jimin crystallizing in that moment. his sister, standing to the side, regarded you with a sympathetic expression, her eyes softening.

his mother, however, remained resolute. “you have two choices,” she said, her voice unwavering. “you can stop seeing him immediately and remain in korea, or you can continue seeing him for the next two weeks and allow me to send you wherever i deem necessary.” the weight of her words settled heavily upon you. you knew what was at stake—your future, your freedom, and your relationship with him. the thought of losing him was unbearable, and with a steely resolve, you made your choice.

“the second option,” you said, your voice steady despite the fear that gripped you. a glimmer of approval flickered in his mother’s eyes. “very well,” she said. “time is ticking. he’s in his room. go to him now.”

you rushed through the opulent corridors of the manor, your heart racing with each step. the grandeur of the house, usually so comforting, now seemed to close in around you, intensifying your anxiety. you reached his door and hesitated for a brief moment before knocking softly. the door swung open, and there stood jimin, his eyes reflecting a mixture of concern and hope. without a word, you threw yourself into his arms, your tears flowing freely. his embrace was warm and reassuring, and you could feel his body trembling slightly as he held you close.

“i’m here,” he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. “i’m so sorry for everything.” you clung to him, your own tears mingling with his. the shared pain and the depth of your connection were palpable in that moment. his room, usually a place of calm and order, became a sanctuary of shared grief and solace.

he pulled back slightly, his eyes red and shimmering with emotion. “sua told you, didn’t she?” his voice was a soft murmur, each word heavy with regret and sadness. you nodded, the lump in your throat making it difficult to speak. “she did,” you managed to reply, your voice barely a whisper. the betrayal of her revelation stung, but you were determined not to let it overshadow the fragile moments you had left with him. you needed to hold on to whatever you could before it was too late.

hia face was a canvas of conflicting emotions as tears slipped down his cheeks. “it’s true,” he admitted, his voice cracking under the weight of his confession. “everything she said was true. the bet, the game—everything.”

your heart ached as he spoke, but you refused to let the hurt cloud the remaining time you had with him. you reached up to touch his face, wiping away a tear that had escaped down his cheek. “but,” you said softly, “every word and every embrace we shared—they were real to me. were they real to you too?” he nodded, his gaze unwavering as he took your hand in his. “yes,” he said, his voice firm despite the tears. “every word, every touch—it was all real. i fell for you, truly. even if the beginning was under false pretenses, what i felt for you was genuine.”

you offered him a small, bittersweet smile, trying to keep the pain from overwhelming you. “did i tempt you?” you asked gently, your eyes searching his for the truth. he shook his head, a look of profound sincerity in his eyes. “no,” he said softly. “it wasn’t temptation. it was love.” the sincerity in his words was like a balm to your wounded heart. despite the betrayal and the broken trust, his confession was a glimmer of truth amidst the wreckage. the knowledge that his feelings for you were genuine, even if the circumstances were tainted, offered a fragile hope.

the moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery sheen over the tennis court as sua stood alone, her figure a stark silhouette against the backdrop of darkness. the once pristine surface, now marked with scattered tennis balls, bore silent witness to her anguish. she moved with a frantic energy, her serve wild and uncoordinated, her tears mingling with the sweat on her face.

her tennis racket flew through the air with each forceful swing, connecting with the balls only to send them careening off into the corners of the court. each miss was a blow to her heart, a physical manifestation of her internal turmoil. the rhythmic thud of the racket meeting the ball echoed through the still night, a harsh reminder of the chaos that churned within her.

with every serve, she attempted to expel the weight of her pain and betrayal. one ball flew off her racket for her father's broken promises, his failure to protect her from the harsh realities of their world. another, driven with greater force, was aimed at jimin’s rejection, his love once desired now an elusive fantasy. the final ball was a direct hit aimed at you, the one who had stolen the affections of the boy she had coveted, the one who had inadvertently exposed her vulnerabilities.

her once graceful movements became erratic, her strokes heavy and labored. she continued to hit ball after ball, her frustration mounting with each missed shot. tears streamed down her cheeks, mingling with the sweat that glistened under the moonlight. the court was littered with tennis balls, each one a testament to her emotional struggle and the unanswered questions that plagued her.

finally, she collapsed onto the ground, her racket falling from her grasp. It lay beside her, its handle resting against the cold surface of the court. her sobs were uncontrollable now, her body shaking with each cry as she lay on the ground. the silence of the night was broken only by her heart-wrenching pleas. “why not me?” she cried out, her voice raw and desperate. the words echoed through the empty court, a stark contrast to the usually cheerful sound of tennis matches. she looked up at the sky, her tears reflecting the pale light of the moon.

the next two weeks passed in a bittersweet blur, a fragile sanctuary carved out of time amidst the chaos of looming departure. each day with jimin was a delicate dance of stolen moments and fleeting joys. your days were filled with long walks through serene gardens, the crisp air carrying laughter and conversation. evenings were spent in cozy corners of his favorite cafes, where you shared whispered dreams over cups of steaming coffee.

his presence was a balm, soothing the sting of impending separation. his touch was gentle, his smile a constant source of comfort. together, you explored hidden spots in the city, places that seemed to come alive under his animated descriptions. each shared glance and playful banter deepened the bond between you, weaving a tapestry of intimacy and understanding.

the nights were no less tender. you would sit side by side, wrapped in soft blankets, as he recounted stories of his childhood. the light from the flickering fireplace cast a warm glow on his face, making the shadows dance in rhythm with the stories he told. he showed you his favorite spots in his home, each room steeped in memories that he now shared with you. the time together was a precious interlude, a sanctuary from the world’s harshness.

on the eve of your departure, the weight of impending separation hung heavy in the air. jimin had arranged a special evening, unaware of what was to come, filled with your favorite music and a candlelit dinner prepared with care. the atmosphere was serene, the soft glow of the candles flickering against the walls, creating an intimate cocoon around the two of you.

as the night wore on, his eyes held a glimmer of anticipation. he finally spoke, breaking the gentle silence that had settled between you. “i have a gift for you,” he said, his voice soft yet filled with warmth. his fingers reached into his pocket, retrieving a small, intricately crafted dreamcatcher. its delicate threads shimmered in the candlelight, adorned with tiny beads and feathers that swayed gently as he held it out to you.

you accepted the gift with a sense of wonder, your eyes tracing the intricate patterns of the dreamcatcher. “what's this for?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “it filters out all the nightmares,” he replied, his smile tender as he watched you. “i want you to have it, so you’ll always have sweet dreams, even when i’m not around.”

you wrapped your fingers around the dreamcatcher, feeling its cool, smooth surface against your skin. moved by the gesture, you pulled him into a tight embrace, holding him close. the warmth of his body against yours was a comfort you wished could last forever. “i love you,” he said, his voice trembling slightly as he pulled back to look into your eyes. “i want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

the words, so earnest and sincere, made your heart swell with emotion. “i love you too,” you responded, your voice filled with a mix of affection and sorrow. “i want that too.” he kissed you then, a tender, lingering kiss that spoke of promises and dreams yet to be fulfilled. the kiss was a silent vow, a declaration of the love that bound you together despite the challenges ahead.

after he left, the weight of the moment settled heavily upon you. you closed the door behind him, the silence of the room amplifying the ache in your chest. the dreamcatcher, now held close to your heart, seemed to pulse with the memories of the past weeks. as the door clicked shut, the realization of the imminent departure hit you with full force. you sank to your knees on the floor, the tears that had been held back finally breaking free. they flowed unchecked, each sob a release of the grief and the bittersweet joy of the moments shared with him. the dreamcatcher lay beside you, its delicate threads shimmering softly in the dim light, a poignant reminder of the love you would leave behind.

the room was filled with the soft rustle of the dreamcatcher’s feathers, a hauntingly beautiful sound that seemed to echo your sorrow. as you clutched the dreamcatcher tightly, you felt the full weight of the separation, the loss of the future you had hoped for. the love that had blossomed in such a short time now seemed both a blessing and a cruel reminder of the distance that would soon separate you.

the following day dawned with an unsettling quiet. your absence was a stark void in the school corridors, a missing presence that jimin immediately noticed. as he walked past your empty seat, his heart sank. his gaze darted around the classroom, hoping to catch sight of you, but the seat beside him remained conspicuously vacant.

unable to quell the growing sense of worry, he approached jisoo, his voice laced with concern. “where is she?” he asked urgently, his eyes searching hers for answers. jisoo, her expression a mask of indifference, shrugged dismissively. “i don’t know. she hasn’t been here all day.”

the coldness in her tone stung, but he barely registered it. his anxiety mounted as he turned to sua, who observed him with a stony face, her eyes betraying nothing. his heart raced as he called your number, only to be met with the disheartening message that the line was deactivated. panic surged through him, propelling him to sprint out of the school, his mind a maelstrom of dread and confusion.

he arrived at your house, breathless and desperate, only to find the place eerily silent and empty. the front door, once a welcoming entrance, now seemed like a barrier to the answers he sought. the sight of the “for sale” sign in the yard was a cruel twist of the knife. jimin turned to the neighbor, who was tending to her garden. his voice trembled with urgency. “do you know where they went? please, i need to find them.”

the neighbor looked up, a frown forming on her face. “didn’t you know?” she asked, her voice tinged with surprise. “they moved out last night.”

the words hit him like a physical blow. the weight of the revelation crashed over him, a suffocating wave of despair. he turned and ran back to his manor, his heart pounding in his chest, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. bursting through the front door, his eyes sought out his mother, who was seated at the dining table, seemingly calm and composed. “where is she?” he demanded, his voice strained. “where did you send her?”

his mother’s gaze was steady, though her eyes carried an edge of disdain. “she’s far away,” she replied coolly, her tone dismissive. the finality of her words shattered something within him. tears sprang to his eyes, blurring his vision. overwhelmed by grief and frustration, he slammed his fist into the table, the sound echoing through the quiet house. “where? where did you send her?” he cried, his voice cracking with desperation.

his mother’s face softened for a moment, but she remained resolute. “take your pills,” she said firmly, rising from her seat.

as she left the room, jimin sank to his knees, his body trembling with the weight of his anguish. the room seemed to close in on him, the walls echoing the hollow ache in his chest. his sister entered, her eyes filled with concern and sympathy. without a word, she knelt beside him and pulled him into a tight embrace. jimin clung to her, his sobs wracking his body. between gasps of air, he managed to confess the depth of his feelings. “i love her,” he choked out. “i love her so much.”

his sister’s voice was soft and laced with tears as she whispered, “she’s in gangnam.”

the word resonated through him like a beacon of hope amidst the storm of his despair. he pulled back slightly to look at her, his eyes wide with renewed determination. “gangnam?” he repeated, his voice almost a whisper. she nodded, her tears mingling with his. “yes. she’s there. you need to go now.” the realization that you were still within reach, albeit at a distance, ignited a spark of resolve in him.

you and your mother had arrived in gangnam late into the night, the city's vibrant lights casting a melancholic glow on your new surroundings. the apartment, though modest compared to the grandeur of your previous residence, was a refuge from the turmoil that had pursued you. your mother’s apologies were a constant murmur, her voice thick with regret and sorrow. she fretted over every detail, her guilt apparent in every word she spoke.

“it’s all my fault,” she repeated, her eyes red-rimmed from crying. “i should never have put you through this.” you placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to offer comfort despite your own swirling emotions. “it’s going to be okay, mom,” you reassured her, though you felt far from certain. “we’ll make this work. it’s a new beginning.”

after some time, you decided to step out and clear your mind. the streets of gangnam were a vibrant tapestry of neon lights and bustling activity. as you wandered through the city, you found yourself drawn towards the beach, a place that had once held significant memories.

the soft, salty breeze greeted you as you reached the shore. the waves lapped gently at the sand, a rhythm that mirrored the bittersweet cadence of your own heart. you sank onto the sand, recalling the day you had spent with jimin at the beach. the laughter you shared, the warmth of his hand in yours, the promises whispered beneath the starlit sky—all these memories surged back, flooding your senses with an ache that was both beautiful and devastating.

tears sprang to your eyes, blurring your vision as you looked out at the horizon. the sea, with its endless expanse, felt like a reflection of your own feelings—vast, deep, and profoundly complex. you had left everything behind because you were tempted. no, not merely tempted—you were in love. you had felt as beautiful and infinite as the sea itself.

a voice cut through your reverie, startling you. “i knew i’d find you here.”

the words were soft but unmistakable. You froze, unable to believe what you were hearing. slowly, you turned around, and there he was. the sight of him brought a fresh wave of tears to your eyes. he was here, but there was an undeniable distance between you, an invisible barrier that seemed almost insurmountable.

he took a few steps toward you, his expression a mix of hurt and frustration. “how could you not tell me?” he asked, his voice cracking with emotion. “how could you just leave me like that?”

you shook your head, the tears flowing freely now. “i had no choice,” you said softly, your voice breaking. “it was either leave or risk everything.”

jimin’s eyes softened, his concern etched deeply on his face. “but you didn’t have to do it alone,” he said, his voice almost a whisper. “you should have let me be part of it.”

you backed away slightly, feeling the weight of his presence and the danger it posed. “you have to go home,” you said urgently. “you can’t be seen with me. it’s not safe.” but he closed the distance between you, his determination unwavering. he reached out and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. the warmth of his embrace was like a balm to your wounded soul. you could feel his tears mingling with yours as he buried his face in your hair, his emotions raw and palpable.

“you need to come home,” he murmured through his tears. “you don’t have to face this alone. no matter what, we can figure it out together.”

you shook your head against his shoulder, the reality of your situation weighing heavily on you. “i can’t,” you whispered, feeling the hopelessness of the situation. “i don’t have anywhere else to go.” jimin gently wiped away your tears with his thumb, his own face streaked with sadness. “no one can do anything as long as you have me,” he said firmly, his voice full of conviction. “i love you. and that’s all that matters.”

you looked up at him, your heart aching with the depth of your feelings. “i love you too,” you replied, your voice trembling. the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the gentle roar of the ocean and the steady you had found something you had once thought hadn't existed. “i never believed it existed,” you whispered, the words carrying the weight of your newfound understanding. “i didn’t think i could find something like this.”

jimin’s eyes, filled with an earnest intensity, met yours. “it’s real,” he assured you softly. “we found it together.”

✧.*

a/n: this one was a doozy

savior (구세주) — park jimin (박 치민)

✧.* 18+

in the depths of forgotten realms, where the line between myth and reality blurred into a tapestry of whispered legends, you wandered through the veil of the supernatural. the air around you shimmered with an ethereal light, pulsating with a rhythm that seemed to beat in sync with your own heart. you felt it—an invisible thread connecting you to forces beyond mortal comprehension.

ancient trees, their gnarled branches twisted into elaborate patterns, whispered secrets of the ages. the leaves, imbued with an otherworldly glow, rustled softly, their sound a melodious symphony of enchantment. as you moved through this enchanted forest, you could almost see the faint outlines of fae folk flitting among the shadows, their delicate wings catching the moonlight like threads of silver.

water nymphs glided over the surface of tranquil lakes, their laughter like the tinkling of crystal chimes. fire spirits flickered within the hearths of ancient stone cottages, their flames casting a golden hue that warded off the encroaching darkness. in this realm, every creature possessed a touch of the extraordinary. the wolves that prowled through the underbrush had eyes that gleamed with intelligence far beyond the mundane, their coats shimmering with a spectral light. the owls that hooted from the treetops were the keepers of ancient wisdom, their gaze penetrating the veil of time itself.

you sensed the pull of ancient magic in the wind, a reminder of the great forces that shaped the world. enigmatic sorcerers and enigmatic beings, cloaked in robes woven from stardust, drifted through the shadows, their presence as profound as it was enigmatic. their eyes held the secrets of the universe, and their gestures wove spells of incredible power, shaping reality with a mere flick of their fingers. in this space between worlds, you felt an intoxicating sense of belonging and awe. the supernatural was not a distant concept but a tangible reality, intricately intertwined with the fabric of your existence. you had become a part of this timeless dance, where every element held the promise of wonder and every shadow whispered of ancient powers waiting to be discovered.

in the midst of the extraordinary realm, where every breath seemed to carry a whisper of magic, you stood as an anomaly—a solitary figure in a world brimming with the supernatural. the ties that bound you to this place were both intricate and fragile, like threads of silver spun in a tapestry that only partially embraced you.

you were acutely aware of your lineage, a lineage steeped in power and mystery. your parents, figures of reverence and awe, possessed abilities that transcended the ordinary. your mother could call upon the wind to shape it into messages of hope or warning, her voice an incantation that stirred the very air. your father wielded fire with a mastery that painted the night sky with flickers of crimson and gold, a spectacle of elemental artistry that held the gaze of all who witnessed it.

your brother, too, was a being of remarkable gifts. his capacity to shapeshift was the stuff of legends—one moment a swift and agile wolf, the next a majestic eagle soaring high above the treetops. he moved effortlessly between the forms, each transformation seamless and imbued with an elegance that spoke of deep-rooted connection to the magical forces that surrounded you.

yet, in stark contrast to the vibrant tapestry of powers that wove through your family, you stood untouched by the same magic that defined their existence. you were a paradox in this world of wonder—an individual deeply connected yet profoundly separate from the mystical realm. the very elements that danced and mingled around you, so effortlessly embraced by those you loved and admired, remained just out of your grasp.

your attempts to commune with the elements were met with a disheartening silence. you reached out to the wind, hoping to coax it into carrying your wishes or messages, but it responded with a benign indifference. the fire that roared in the hearths, so eager to share its warmth and secrets with others, seemed to dance with a will of its own when you approached, leaving you merely a spectator in its fiery embrace.

the animals, with their eyes aglow with ancient wisdom, regarded you with a curiosity that quickly faded into disinterest. they would not heed your calls or acknowledge your presence in the way they did with those who shared their magical affinity. it was as if an invisible barrier kept you on the fringes of their world, a reminder of the chasm that separated you from their effortless communion with nature.

in social circles where enchantment was the norm, you felt like a shadow among vibrant colors. conversations often revolved around feats of magic—stories of teleportation, shapeshifting, and elemental manipulation. you listened with a mixture of longing and resignation, acutely aware of your exclusion from these extraordinary experiences. it was as though you were a spectator in a grand performance, unable to participate in the very essence of the spectacle.

you had learned to navigate the space with a grace borne of necessity. you played your role with quiet dignity, offering support and companionship to those whose powers you admired from a distance. your place in this realm was a testament to the intricate balance between presence and absence, between connection and separation. in a world where magic defined existence, you were a poignant reminder that even among the most enchanted, there could be those who, despite their ties, remained untouched by the very forces that shaped their reality.

in the quiet of your room, illuminated by the soft, flickering light of a single candle, you faced your brother with a heart heavy with questions. his figure, a tapestry of shifting forms and shimmering energies, stood before you, embodying the very essence of what you yearned for. the silence between you was filled with the weight of your unspoken doubts.

“why don’t i have any powers?” you asked, your voice trembling with a mix of frustration and desperation. the words felt like an intrusion into the serene harmony of your brother’s existence. you watched as daehyun sighed, his gaze softening with a compassion that only deepened your sense of inadequacy.

“it’s not something you can control,” he said gently, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “powers manifest in their own time. maybe yours just haven’t surfaced yet.” you nodded, but the words did little to alleviate the gnawing sense of unease that had settled in your chest. the promise of future potential did little to comfort you in the present. as the conversation waned, you sought solace from your mother, her presence a beacon of warmth and understanding amidst the cold uncertainty.

she embraced you with a tenderness that spoke of unconditional love. “i want you to know,” she murmured softly, her voice imbued with a quiet strength, “that not having powers doesn’t change how much i love you. you are just as precious to me as anyone with magic in their veins.” her words, though well-intentioned, only deepened the chasm of your sorrow. you tried to draw comfort from her assurances, but they felt hollow, like a beautiful painting covering a void. you couldn’t shake the feeling that her love, though unwavering, was a pale consolation in a world where power defined worth.

when your father came to you, his usual fiery demeanor was softened by an uncharacteristic melancholy. “i wish,” he said, his voice laden with a rare vulnerability, “that i could understand what it’s like for you. i sometimes wish i could be like you—free from the burdens of power.” his sentiment was meant to be reassuring, a gesture of empathy from one who knew the weight of extraordinary abilities. yet, his words only seemed to underscore the isolation you felt. his struggle to relate to your condition, while empathetic, highlighted your distance from the very world he inhabited.

as the day turned to night, you found yourself alone once more, your frustration boiling over into a silent plea. you gazed at the star-studded sky, your eyes searching for any sign of a higher power that might offer you some measure of solace or change. you groaned inwardly, your heart heavy with a silent prayer, begging for anything—an inkling of magic, a spark of potential, anything that might bridge the gap between you and the world you so desperately wished to be a part of.

unbeknownst to you, your mother, too, was engaged in her own private prayer, her heart aching for you in a way that transcended words. her plea was not driven by disappointment but by a deep-seated concern for your well-being. she feared the dangers and betrayals that could come from those who wielded power—the same dangers that had once threatened her own family. she prayed fervently, hoping that some semblance of power or protection might come to you, not out of a sense of inadequacy, but from a desire to shield you from the harsh realities of a world where power could be both a gift and a curse.

the hallways of the school were a continuous cascade of shimmering lights and crackling energy, each corner alive with the potent hum of supernatural power. it was a place where every student and teacher was marked by their own unique abilities, a realm where magic was as common as air. the walls, lined with ornate murals depicting epic battles and mythical creatures, seemed to pulsate with the essence of enchantment. amidst this tapestry of abilities, you were an anomaly—a solitary figure navigating a world of extraordinary talents with no powers of your own. the disparity was stark, highlighted by the whispers and sidelong glances that followed you through the corridors. everyone knew your status as the exception, a reality that was as inescapable as it was uncomfortable.

despite this, the teachers maintained their professionalism, treating you with the same respect they afforded every student. you were here because of your family’s legacy, a fact that some found difficult to overlook. you often felt like a mere shadow among the bright lights of your peers, your presence a reminder of the boundaries between the ordinary and the extraordinary.

haesoo was your singular solace in this enchanted world. she, too, had powers, though her ability to see into the future provided little in the way of physical prowess. this limitation made her just as vulnerable to the harsh judgments and insults as you were. yet, despite the ridicule, she remained steadfast in her friendship, a source of empathy amidst the sea of scorn.

you leaned against your locker, the cool metal offering a small measure of relief. haesoo approached, her eyes filled with a gentle concern. ahe took your hand in hers, her touch warm and reassuring. as she closed her eyes, you could sense the familiar yet elusive sensation of her power at work. you watched her face for any sign of revelation, your skepticism palpable. then, with a sudden gasp, haesoo’s eyes snapped open, her grip tightening on your hand. “what’s wrong?” you asked, a note of apprehension in your voice. “what do you see?”

“there’s a savior in the near future,” she said, her voice a mixture of awe and uncertainty. “expect the unexpected.”

you couldn’t help but scoff, rolling your eyes in mild exasperation. “the unexpected? like you ripping my hand off?”

haesoo’s eyes widened in realization as she noticed the firmness of her grip. she quickly loosened her hold, offering you a nervous laugh. “sorry about that. i didn’t mean to—” you chuckled, though your smile was tinged with weariness. “it’s fine. i just wonder if i’ll ever get any power at all.”

from behind you, a voice cut through the conversation with a sneering edge. “you could only dream of it.”

you turned to see taehyung, a smirk playing on his lips. his disdain was well-known; ever since he had learned of your lack of abilities, he had made it his mission to taunt and belittle you. you offered him a thin smile, trying to mask the sting of his words. “thanks for the encouragement.”

taehyung’s smirk widened. “wanna see something cool?” you shook your head, not in the mood for more of his antics. “not really.”

ignoring your response, taehyung used his telekinetic powers to lift you off the ground. you yelped in surprise as he began to sway you through the air, your feet dangling a few inches above the floor. haesoo’s face flushed with concern, and she called out, “taehyung, put her down!”

his eyes sparkled with mischief as he replied, “or what? you’ll read my future with a fortune cookie?”

the bell rang, and he reluctantly set you down, patting your head with a dismissive chuckle. “it never gets old,” he said, walking past you. you watched him go, a mix of frustration and resignation settling over you. the insults and jabs had become a constant, an unwelcome backdrop to your days at the school. despite your hopes for a reprieve, it seemed the mockery would persist as long as you remained a strong contrast to the powers that defined your peers.

the classroom buzzed with an energy that felt almost tangible, a living, breathing entity shaped by the collective powers of its occupants. each student seemed to manipulate the environment in their own unique way, creating a whirlwind of distractions that made focusing on anything else nearly impossible.

to your left, a girl with flowing dark hair effortlessly levitated her pen, guiding it through the air as if it were an extension of her will. she reached out with her mind, making the pen dance gracefully across her notebook. nearby, another student with a calm demeanor simply tapped her temple, and answers to the professor’s questions appeared on her paper as if by magic. her telepathic ability allowed her to glean the answers directly from the professor’s thoughts, a skill that left you feeling distinctly out of place.

you sighed inwardly, feeling the weight of your own inadequacies. you knew that while others could summon and control elements with ease, or glean knowledge without effort, you had to work diligently to achieve even the most basic understanding. the constant comparison to your peers’ effortless mastery of their abilities was a persistent reminder of your own limitations.

the professor, a stern man whose presence demanded respect, looked around the room with a discerning gaze. his eyes settled on you, an unspoken challenge evident in his expression. “what do you believe causes dreams?” he asked, his voice cutting through the cacophony of telekinetic murmurs and mental projections.

you furrowed your brow, trying to concentrate amidst the chaos. the hands of those with telepathic abilities shot up eagerly, but the professor's focus remained solely on you. taking a deep breath, you began, “i believe dreams are a result of the subconscious mind processing thoughts and experiences. they are influenced by brain activity, which creates a narrative from our emotions and memories.”

the professor’s eyes softened, and he nodded in approval. “a thoughtful answer,” he said. “correct.”

you felt a fleeting sense of accomplishment, but it was quickly overshadowed by the sneer you noticed from the girl who had been so eager to demonstrate her telepathic prowess. her expression was one of disdain, a silent judgment that seemed to cut deeper than any spoken insult.

as the day drew to a close, you found yourself in the bathroom, seeking a moment of solitude away from the relentless buzz of the school. you stepped out of the stall, your thoughts still lingering on the subtle sneer you had seen earlier. the bathroom, typically a place of mundane quiet, felt charged with an unsettling tension.

as you turned to leave, a girl blocked your path. her face was one you recognized from class—one of the telekinetics who had been demonstrating her powers with such ease. you looked up at her, a sense of dread mingling with resignation. “what do you want?” you asked, your voice betraying your unease.

ahe smirked, her eyes gleaming with a cruel delight. “i had an itching to use the toilet,” she said, her tone dripping with malice. without waiting for a response, she pushed past you and into the stall.

you stepped aside, gesturing for her to proceed. but before you could react, everything happened in a blur. she spun around with surprising speed, grabbing a handful of your hair and yanking you towards her. your heart raced as you tried to break free, but her grip was unyielding. you flailed helplessly as she maneuvered you towards the toilet. the cold, harsh reality of the situation hit you as she dunked your head into the bowl. the frigid water engulfed you, sending a shock through your system. panic surged through you as you tried to gasp for air, but the water swirled around you, making it difficult to breathe. the world spun in a chaotic whirlpool of muffled sounds and blinding wetness.

she pulled you up only to slam your head back into the toilet, holding it down longer this time. the sensation of being submerged was disorienting, and your head spun in a disorienting dance of pressure and damp. the mixture of the cold water and the overwhelming sense of helplessness left you disoriented and gasping for breath when she finally yanked you up again. “maybe if you had any powers,” she said with a sneer, “you could get out of this one.” her voice was mocking, her tone a harsh reminder of the gap between your abilities and those of your peers. she left you there, dirty, wet, and sobbing, the pain and humiliation of the encounter settling heavily on your shoulders.

as the door swung shut behind her, leaving you alone in the bathroom, the reality of your situation washed over you in waves. you were left with the lingering sting of her taunts, the sting of being powerless in a world where such power was the norm. the echo of your sobs and the coolness of the bathroom tiles were the only witnesses to your silent plea for solace in a place that felt both foreign and unforgiving.

the journey home was a blur of muted colors and heavy steps, each stride a reminder of the day’s harrowing events. as you walked, the chill of the wet clothes clung to your skin, and the weight of your soaked attire seemed to anchor you to the pain and humiliation you had just endured. the evening air, cool and unyielding, did little to soothe the ache in your heart or the cold dampness against your body.

you finally reached the front door, the familiar warmth of home contrasting starkly with the cold dread that clung to you. as you stepped inside, the sound of your wet shoes squelching on the hardwood floor was the only indication of your disheveled state. your mother was in the kitchen, her back turned as she prepared dinner. the comforting aroma of her cooking wafted through the air, but it did little to lift the gloom hanging over you.

she turned as you entered, her eyes widening in shock as she took in your appearance. “what happened?” she asked, her voice filled with concern. her gaze traveled over your dripping clothes and disheveled hair, her maternal instincts flaring into action. you met her eyes for a moment, the weight of your ordeal pressing heavily on your shoulders. the words you wanted to say seemed to catch in your throat, and instead of responding, you simply retreated to your room, your silence a painful testament to the day’s emotional toll.

the door to your room closed behind you with a soft click, and you sank onto your bed, your sodden clothes leaving damp impressions on the sheets. you stared blankly at the ceiling, the oppressive silence of your room amplifying the turmoil within. as you sat there, you could hear the muffled sounds of your mother’s distress from the other side of the house.

in the kitchen, your mother’s cries were heartfelt and raw. she confided in your father, her voice trembling with anguish as she spoke of her wish for you to be able to defend yourself. “why can’t they leave her alone?” she wept. “i just wish she could stand up for herself. it breaks my heart to see her suffer like this.” your father’s response was calm and comforting, his steady voice a balm to your mother’s fears. “it’s not her fault,” he reassured her. “she’s doing her best in a world that doesn’t make it easy. we’ll find a way to help her, i promise.”

you could hear his words faintly through the walls, a bittersweet reminder of the support that was available to you. but in your isolation, it felt distant, almost unreachable. when you finally gathered the strength to rise, you made your way to the bathroom. the cool, tiled surface felt refreshing against your heated skin as you undressed and stepped into the shower. you turned the faucet, allowing the warm water to cascade over you, mingling with the remnants of the day’s grime and tears.

as the water poured over you, you let out a shuddering breath, the steam and warmth offering a fleeting sense of solace. You sank to the floor of the shower, the water continuing to flow over you, masking the tears that streaked down your face. each droplet that hit your skin seemed to carry away a small fragment of the pain, but it did little to quell the deep sorrow that enveloped you. you wept silently, the sound of the water mingling with your sobs. the weight of the day’s events pressed heavily upon you, and you found yourself praying for a way out of the cycle of torment and helplessness. your whispered pleas for change, for the chance to be more than a spectator in a world of power, were drowned by the relentless rush of the shower.

that night, as you lay in bed, the exhaustion of the day’s emotional and physical toll was awful. the darkness of your room enveloped you like a shroud, offering no comfort against the cold fear that gripped you. you pulled the damp sheets around you, seeking solace in their weight. your thoughts continued to swirl as you drifted into a restless sleep, your mind haunted by images of the day’s events and the painful realization of your own vulnerability. the hope for change was a faint, flickering light in the depths of your dreams, a fragile ember that you clung to as you cried yourself to sleep, wishing for a future where you could finally find a place where you belonged.

the morning sun filtered through the school’s grand windows, casting elongated shadows across the hallways as you trudged through the familiar corridors, still feeling the weight of yesterday’s events. the usual hum of conversations and bursts of laughter filled the air, but today, the vibrant atmosphere did little to uplift your somber mood.

you glanced around, searching for any sign of hana, the girl who had humiliated you the day before. her absence was conspicuous, her usual spot in the classroom glaringly empty. you took a seat beside haesoo, the comforting familiarity of her presence offering a small measure of solace amidst the school environment.

haesoo looked up from her notebook as you settled in. her eyes, bright with curiosity, took in your demeanor. “have you noticed? hana isn’t here today,” you said, trying to mask the unease in your voice.

haesoo’s expression shifted to one of mild amusement. she shrugged nonchalantly, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of concern. “maybe the cops got to the bitch,” she said, her tone light but edged with discomfort. after a brief pause, she shuddered slightly and added, “i’ve got a bad feeling about this. something doesn’t sit right with me.” you stared at hana’s vacant seat, your thoughts racing. the possibility that something sinister had happened crossed your mind, but you quickly dismissed it. she could simply be ill, or perhaps she was skipping school. the pragmatic side of you struggled to push aside the gnawing sense of unease.

as the lesson began, you tried to focus on the professor’s lecture, but the absence of hana and the eerie implications of haesoo’s comment lingered at the edge of your thoughts. across the room, hana’s friend, mina, sat with a palpable air of hostility. her glare, sharp and unrelenting, made it clear she bore a grudge. you averted your gaze, feeling a familiar pang of discomfort. when the bell rang, signaling the end of the class, you stood up, gathering your things with a mixture of relief and trepidation. as you walked down the hallway, the bustling student body seemed to press in on you, the noise and movement creating a dizzying effect.

suddenly, you stumbled, your foot catching on something unseen. you brushed it off as a momentary lapse in coordination, but the next step was less forgiving. your legs gave way entirely, sending you crashing onto your back with a jarring impact. you winced as pain shot through your body, the hard floor feeling like a relentless punishment.

turning your head, you saw mina standing nearby, her lips curled into a smirk of malicious satisfaction. “why did you stop walking? do you wanna die?” she taunted, her voice dripping with derision. ignoring her taunts, you struggled to your feet, the effort exacerbating the ache that had begun to settle into your bones. you started to walk again, determined to reach your next class despite the throbbing pain in your head and the sting of her cruel words.

but as you continued down the corridor, an unexpected force slammed into you from behind, propelling you against the wall with a jarring thud. the impact was so forceful that you felt the wall tremble, a low crack resonating through the hallway. pain exploded in your back, sending waves of disorientation through you.

amidst the haze of agony, you heard mina’s laughter, a cruel, incoherent sound that mingled with the throbbing in your head. she sauntered over to you, her presence looming as she leaned close, her voice a chilling whisper. “that must hurt,” she said with a mocking tone, her eyes gleaming with a cold satisfaction. she didn’t wait for your response before turning on her heel and walking away.

the corridor seemed to spin around you as you pushed yourself upright, your head pounding with a relentless intensity. each step you took was a struggle, the pain radiating through your body with every movement. you made your way home, the journey feeling endless as the throbbing in your temples grew more insistent.

once you reached the safety of your room, you collapsed onto your bed, the pain and exhaustion overwhelming you. as darkness settled over the room, you tried to force yourself into a restless sleep, hoping that the respite of slumber would dull the ache and offer some escape from the torment of the day.

the pain persisted, but with each passing moment, sleep began to claim you, a dim, fleeting hope that tomorrow might bring a reprieve from the relentless cycle of suffering. as the world around you faded into the comforting embrace of sleep, you clung to the fragile hope that the dawn might bring change and relief from the unrelenting shadows of your daily struggles.

the next morning, you approached the school with a knot of unease settling in your stomach. the events of the previous day had left you feeling on edge, and the emptiness of the hallways seemed to mirror the unsettling silence that enveloped you. as you walked to your classroom, you found yourself scanning the crowd for any sign of mina or hana, but there was nothing—only the usual bustle of students chatting and shuffling to their next class.

you entered the classroom and took your seat beside haesoo, whose presence offered a small measure of comfort. the usual buzz of activity was noticeably absent, and as the minutes ticked by, the growing absence of hana and mina began to weigh heavily on you. you leaned in close to haesoo, trying to keep your voice low. “this can’t be a coincidence,” you said, your tone tinged with anxiety.

she squinted at you, her brow furrowed in thought. “it isn’t,” she replied, her voice carrying an edge of uncertainty. she hesitated, her eyes darting around as if seeking something just beyond her grasp. “but i can’t get a clear message,” she added slowly. “it’s almost like it’s out of reach.”

before you could ask her to elaborate on what she meant, the classroom door swung open with an authoritative creak. two officers stepped into the room, their presence instantly commanding silence. the room fell into an uneasy hush, the only sounds the shuffling of papers and the occasional murmur of curiosity.

the lead officer, a tall man with a stern expression, cleared his throat before speaking. “good morning, students. we are conducting a search regarding two of your classmates, oh mina and jung hana.” his words carried a gravity that made your heart skip a beat. the room buzzed with whispers as the announcement settled over the students.

the officer continued, his voice steady but tinged with concern. “both girls have been reported missing by their families. they have not come home, nor have they been seen anywhere in the vicinity. we urge anyone who may have information about their whereabouts to come forward immediately.”

the murmurs grew louder, a mix of shock and curiosity spreading through the classroom. your eyes widened in disbelief as the reality of the situation sank in. the officers concluded their announcement and exited the room, leaving a tense atmosphere in their wake. you turned to haesoo, who was looking at you with a mixture of concern and suspicion. “do you have anything to do with this?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

you rolled your eyes, a mixture of frustration and indignation bubbling within you. “are you serious?” you replied. “you know i wouldn’t—”

she shook her head, cutting you off. “no, it’s not that,” she said quickly. “it’s just, i got a chill when they mentioned it. i’ve never felt anything like it before. it’s unsettling.” her words only deepened the sense of unease that had settled over you. as you left the classroom and made your way home, the weight of the day’s events pressed heavily upon you. the mystery of mina and hana’s disappearance loomed large, and you couldn’t shake the nagging sense that something was profoundly wrong.

when you finally arrived home, the house was quiet, the usual warmth of your family’s presence replaced by an anxious tension. your brother, who was usually the epitome of calm, met you at the door with a grave expression. “did you hear the news?” he asked, his voice laced with concern. you nodded, feeling the day’s events catch in your throat. “yes, the police came to school. they were looking for mina and hana.”

your parents, who had been sitting at the kitchen table, exchanged startled glances. your mother’s face turned pale, her eyes reflecting a mixture of shock and a cold, hard resolve. “think of it as a blessing,” she said, her voice lacking warmth. “those girls were nothing but trouble.”

the coldness in her voice cut through you, leaving you feeling more isolated than ever. the idea of them being missing was unsettling, but your mother’s reaction felt almost dispassionate, as though their disappearance was a matter of indifference rather than concern. you could sense the undercurrent of relief in her words, a stark contrast to the unease that plagued you.

you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as your thoughts raced. the disappearance of the two girls who seemed determined to make your life a living hell, combined with the cold detachment of your family, created a turbulent whirlpool of confusion and unease. the hope for answers seemed as distant as ever, and as sleep finally claimed you, it came with a heavy heart, filled with unanswered questions and a lingering sense of dread. the night enveloped you in its quiet, oppressive embrace. you stirred from a fitful sleep, tossing and turning as the day’s events replayed in your mind. with a groan, you swung your legs over the edge of the bed and padded softly to the kitchen. the cool, dimly lit room offered a brief respite from the swirling thoughts that plagued you.

you poured yourself a glass of water, the clear liquid offering a momentary sense of calm. as you took a sip, the coldness of the water seemed to contrast sharply with the heaviness in your chest. you returned to your room, hoping that the soothing effect of the water might coax you back to sleep. instead, you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the darkness of the room filled with your racing thoughts. “will i ever get powers?” you mused aloud, the question echoing in the quiet of the night. “why can’t i just be like everyone else?”

a voice, soft but clear, sliced through your self-reflection, startling you. “are you still thinking about that?”

you whipped your head around to see a man standing in the corner of your room. his presence was unsettling, a contrast to the soft illumination of the moonlight that filtered through your window. his face was partially obscured by shadows, but his eyes gleamed with an unsettling amusement. you gasped and scrambled backward, your heart racing as you screamed. the sound was strangled, caught in your throat as your mind struggled to make sense of the intruder’s presence. he remained motionless, his expression unreadable as he watched you with a hint of a smile.

moments later, your brother burst into the room, his face etched with concern. “what’s wrong?” daehyun asked, his eyes scanning the room. his gaze passed over the man without a hint of recognition, as if the figure were nothing more than a figment of your imagination.

you quickly composed yourself, forcing a shaky smile. “i thought i saw a bug,” you stammered, trying to sound casual despite the pounding of your heart. “it must have been nothing.” daehyun gave you a skeptical look but shrugged it off. “alright, if you’re sure. call me if you need anything.”

as he left the room, you turned back to the man, who remained where he was, his presence an eerie constant. “who are you?” you asked, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and curiosity.

he regarded you with an amused glint in his eye. “i’m your savior,” he replied smoothly.

you blinked, confusion clouding your features. “what do you mean? are you going to hurt me?”

he scoffed lightly, a sound that seemed to carry its own form of amusement. “hurt you? no, i’m not here to hurt you. do you recall the people who were bullying you?” you nodded, the memory of their taunts and cruelty still fresh in your mind.

the man’s smile widened slightly. “i got rid of them,” he said, his tone casual as if discussing the weather.

panic surged through you, and you stumbled over your words. “you didn’t kill them, did you?”

“no, nothing so crude,” he said, a hint of disdain in his voice. “i sent them to the underworld.” the terms normal people were exposed to were biblical, accurate, generic. heaven and hell. in your world, the underworls existed openly. it was an alternate dimension, one that wasn't as bad as hell, yet seemingly just as bad. those who were sent were sent alive, bodies and souls intact, where they'd be repeatedly punished—over and over and over—for their wrongdoings.

your heart pounded as you tried to process his words. “why? why would you do that?”

he shrugged, a nonchalant gesture that seemed to make his words even more chilling. “because they were bothering you.”

you gaped at him, unable to comprehend the connection. “and what does that have to do with you?”

he raised an eyebrow, as if considering how to explain something very simple. “you should be familiar with having supernatural powers, shouldn’t you?”

“i’ve spent my entire life without any powers,” you retorted, frustration mingling with fear. “what does that have to do with you helping me now?”

“this is your power,” he said, his voice taking on a serious tone. “i’m from the underworld, and i can attach myself to whatever i choose, giving them any power they need.”

your eyes widened with disbelief. “why me? why did you choose me of all people?”

he paused for a moment, a contemplative look crossing his features. “i did it because i wanted to. and,” he added, his voice taking on a mysterious quality, “nobody else can see me unless i want them to.”

you stared at him, the weight of his words pressing heavily on your shoulders. the reality of the situation seemed almost too surreal to grasp. he chuckled softly, the sound a darkly pleasant note in the stillness of the night.

“you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he said with a grin. “my name is park jimin. and (y/n) (l/n), i’ll be seeing you around.”

before you could react, he vanished from sight, leaving behind a lingering sense of his presence. you knew he was still there, an intangible shadow in the room, but his form was now invisible to you. the chill of his departure settled over you, and the eerie silence of the room seemed to close in.

your mind raced as you lay back in bed, trying to make sense of the strange encounter. the idea of possessing a power, of having someone from the underworld attach themselves to you, was both terrifying and fascinating. you felt a strange sense of anticipation, mixed with fear, as you stared into the darkness, the night pressing in with an oppressive weight. sleep came fitfully, but the presence of jimin lingered in your thoughts, an unsettling reminder of what you could only assume was to come.

the morning light peered through your curtains, casting a pale glow over your room. as you slowly awoke, the memories of the previous night were still fresh in your mind, but jimin’s unsettling presence was gone. you scanned the room, half-expecting to find him lurking in the shadows, but there was no sign of him. a wave of slight relief washed over you, though it was accompanied by an uneasy thought—he could be anywhere, hidden from view, and you wouldn't even know it.

you dragged yourself out of bed, feeling the weight of exhaustion still clinging to you. your mother’s voice called from downstairs, breaking the silence of the early morning. “how did you sleep?” she asked with a note of concern in her tone. forcing a smile, you replied, “just fine.”

daehyun scoffed as he entered the kitchen. “you screamed like you were being gutted last night,” he said, his voice carrying a mix of annoyance and curiosity. your father looked up from his newspaper, his brows knitting together. “what happened?” he asked, his tone indicating genuine concern.

you hesitated, then shrugged as casually as you could. “i saw a bug. it was nothing.” your father’s eyes lingered on you for a moment, but he seemed to accept your explanation. “alright then,” he said, turning back to his newspaper. the conversation moved on, but the undercurrent of unease persisted, as if the previous night’s events had left a lasting imprint.

you walked to school with a heavy heart, the weight of the unknown pressing down on you. as you approached the school gates, you noticed the usual crowd of students, their faces a blur of familiarity and anonymity. the absence of hana and mina remained a topic of conversation among the students, but the discussions were tinged with a mixture of gossip and indifference.

inside the school, the hallways seemed more tense than usual. you found yourself at your locker, trying to go through the motions of your day, when haesoo joined you. she leaned against her locker, her face drawn into a thoughtful frown. “it would be a shame if they weren’t such sluts,” she muttered, her voice low. she closed her eyes briefly, as if trying to push away a troubling thought. curiosity piqued, you asked, “what’s the matter?”

ahe shivered slightly and shook her head. “i just got a chill,” she said, her voice uncertain. she seemed lost in thought, her eyes darting around as if searching for something elusive. you watched her, puzzled by her sudden shift in demeanor. “what are you talking about?” you asked, but she was silent, her gaze fixed on something you couldn’t see.

suddenly, her eyes widened in surprise, and she stared in shock. you followed her gaze, your heart skipping a beat as you saw what had caught her attention. there, standing in the middle of the hallway, was park jimin. he was dressed in the school uniform, his appearance disturbingly casual. his smile was both enigmatic and unsettling, a contrast to the surrounding confusion and chatter.

your breath caught in your throat. the sight of him, so out of place in the school environment, was jarring. his presence seemed to draw the eye of everyone in the hallway, though he appeared to be a spectral figure to most, his gaze focused solely on you and haesoo. his eyes locked onto yours, a glimmer of amusement dancing in their depths. he stood with an air of effortless confidence, his posture relaxed yet commanding. the contrast between his calm demeanor and the chaos of the school around him only served to heighten the surreal quality of the moment.

haesoo’s expression was a mix of disbelief and fear, her earlier chill now palpable in her wide-eyed stare. you felt a cold shiver run down your spine as jimin’s smile grew, as though he enjoyed the effect he was having on you both. in the midst of the busy school hallway, where students milled about oblivious to the strange encounter, jimin’s presence seemed to create a pocket of stillness. you felt the weight of his gaze on you, a reminder of the enigmatic power he had claimed to possess.

the bell rang, breaking the spell and drawing the attention of the students back to their daily routines. his figure slowly faded from view, his presence slipping away as the normalcy of the school day reasserted itself. haesoo turned to you, her face pale and her voice trembling slightly. “did you see that?” she asked, her words barely audible. you nodded, trying to steady your racing heart. “yes,” you said, your voice tight with unease. “i saw him.”

the classroom rang with the usual chatter as students shuffled in, preparing for the day’s lessons. you took your seat, your mind still preoccupied with the unsettling encounter with jimin from the previous day. the door creaked open, and the noise in the room gradually subsided as the professor stepped in, his usual demeanor composed but with a glimmer of something unspoken in his eyes.

“good morning, everyone,” the professor began, his voice commanding attention. “we have a new student joining us today.”

you looked up, curiosity piqued. as the professor gestured toward the door, your heart skipped a beat when him stepped into the room. he wore the school uniform with an easy grace, his presence immediately drawing the eye. his smile was as enigmatic as ever, a contrast to the standard school attire that seemed almost to constrict the rest of the students.

jimin walked to the front of the class, his every step measured and confident. “hello, everyone,” he said smoothly, his voice carrying a pleasant yet unnerving calm. “i’m park jimin. it’s a pleasure to be here.”

a murmur of surprise rippled through the room, but it was taehyung’s scoff that caught your attention. from his seat at the back of the room, taehyung’s disdain was palpable. “so, what’s your power?” he called out, his tone dripping with skepticism. jimin’s eyes met his with a chilling intensity. “anything you want it to be,” he replied, his voice a low, deliberate drawl.

the room fell silent, and you could feel a shiver run down your spine as the weight of jimin’s words settled over you. taehyung’s expression shifted from confusion to curiosity, but before he could respond, something extraordinary happened. with a fluid motion, the empty desks around the room began to levitate, their wooden forms moving in a synchronized dance. the desks flew through the air, converging on taehyung and trapping him against the wall. the desks pressed around him with a force that was firm but not painful, effectively pinning him in place without causing harm.

taehyung’s eyes widened in alarm as he protested, his voice muffled by the barrier of desks. “what? let me go!” the professor, typically the picture of professional composure, allowed a faint smile to curve his lips, clearly amused by the display. jimin’s gaze remained fixed on taehyung, his expression one of calm detachment.

“if you say so,” he said, his voice laced with a touch of amusement. with a flick of his wrist, he used his telekinetic abilities to lift taehyung into the air. the desks followed suit, returning to their original places as taehyung was gently deposited on the other side of the room, away from the wall.

jimin’s smile widened as he turned to the class. “never gets old,” he remarked, the lightness in his tone belying the impressive display of power he had just demonstrated.

laughter erupted from the students, a mixture of relief and amusement at the unexpected demonstration. you found yourself caught up in the laughter, unable to suppress a grin as you locked eyes with jimin. his gaze held yours for a moment, a silent understanding passing between you. he took an empty seat beside you, his presence both comforting and disconcerting. the room gradually settled down, the buzz of conversation resuming as the class prepared for the lesson. you leaned in, trying to keep your voice low amidst the chatter.

“what are you doing here?” you whispered, your tone a mix of curiosity and apprehension. jimin’s smile remained as he leaned closer, his voice barely audible. “i told you i was your savior,” he whispered back, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief.

his words hung in the air, carrying with them a promise of further intrigue. as the professor began the day’s lesson, you found it difficult to concentrate, the encounter with him dominating your thoughts. the reality of his presence in your school, the display of his powers, and his cryptic assurances all melded into a whirlwind of uncertainty and anticipation.

the cafeteria was a hive of activity, alive with the usual din of laughter, chatter, and the clinking of trays and cutlery. the scent of various foods filled the air, mingling with the chatter of students as they moved through the line and found their seats. the vibrant atmosphere of the cafeteria was heightened today, the energy buzzing with heightened excitement and curiosity following jimin's display of power earlier in the day.

as you and haesoo made your way to a table, you noticed the crowd around jimin had only grown. groups of female students swarmed him, their faces alight with admiration as they offered him water, food, and even the best seats in the house. jimin declined each offer with a charming smile and a graceful wave of his hand, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for something.

your gaze met his across the bustling cafeteria, and for a brief moment, his eyes locked onto yours. your heart skipped a beat as haesoo let out a surprised yelp. “is he really coming over here?” she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. indeed, jimin was making his way toward you, his smile unwavering as he approached your table. he stopped in front of you, his presence commanding attention despite the chaos around him. “may i join you?” he asked, his voice smooth and inviting.

you nodded, still trying to process the surreal turn of events. he took a seat across from you, his posture relaxed yet assertive. the commotion around him seemed to fade into the background as he focused his attention on you, his smile never faltering. the surprise of his arrival was short-lived, however, as you suddenly felt a presence behind you. two hands settled heavily on your shoulders, and you turned to see taehyung’s smirking face looming above you.

“what do you want?” you asked, trying to maintain a tone of annoyance despite the flutter of unease in your chest. taehyung’s smirk widened as he replied, “i haven’t bugged you in a minute. besides, i have unfinished business here.”

before you could react, taehyung shoved you to the side, claiming the seat next to you with a casual disregard. he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, his grip firm and inescapable. you tensed, trying to wriggle free, but his hold was unyielding. “did you have fun humiliating me earlier?” he asked jimin, his tone taunting. his eyes were fixed on him, his smirk never faltering.

jimin’s smile didn’t waver, but his eyes narrowed slightly. “not enough,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of menace. he leaned forward slightly, his gaze locked onto taehyung. “let go of her.” taehyung’s grip tightened instead, pulling you closer into his side. “we’re good friends, aren’t we?” he said, his voice dripping with insincerity.

you turned to jimin, desperation in your eyes. he stood up abruptly, slamming his fork onto the table with a clatter that drew the attention of everyone nearby. he approached taehyung with a purposeful stride, his expression serious. “get up,” he ordered. taehyung’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he remained seated, continuing to pick at his food as if unfazed. jimin, however, was undeterred. he reached out and grabbed the collar of taehyung’s uniform, lifting him effortlessly into the air. the cafeteria fell into stunned silence, the usual noise abruptly ceasing as students gasped and murmured in shock.

taehyung dangled in the air, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and disbelief. “how can you do everything at once like that?” he demanded, his voice quivering. jimin’s expression remained composed, his gaze fixed on taehyung with a mixture of mockery and disdain. “would you like to be put down?” he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

taehyung hesitated, his pride warring with his fear, before he finally nodded. jimin, with a casual flick of his wrist, threw taehyung back down onto the floor. the impact was jarring, the sound of him hitting the ground echoing through the cafeteria. you watched in awe as jimin returned to his seat with a casual grace. the room was abuzz with whispers and murmurs, all eyes focused on the spectacle that had just unfolded. your own gaze was fixed on him, unable to hide your amazement.

“how did you do that?” you asked, your voice barely more than a whisper. jimin’s smile broadened, a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes. “already so impressed?” he replied, his tone light and teasing. “you should be.”

as you trudged home, the crisp evening air provided a slight reprieve from the sweltering heat of the day. the sky was painted with hues of pink and orange as the sun began to set, casting long shadows along the deserted sidewalks. the rhythmic sound of your footsteps echoed against the quiet streets, a comforting metronome in the solitude of your walk.

suddenly, you felt a light tap on your shoulder. you spun around sharply, your heart skipping a beat, but found only the empty street stretching behind you. you frowned, brushing off the sensation as a trick of the mind, and turned back around to continue your journey. however, the sight that greeted you made you catch your breath. jimin stood there, his presence like an unexpected burst of color in the dimming light. his sudden appearance was startling. you exhaled sharply and muttered, “stop doing that.”

a mischievous grin spread across his face, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “you’re pretty like that,” he said, his voice smooth and teasing. you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks. “what do you mean by that?” you asked, only to find that he was no longer there. the sudden emptiness where he had been left you feeling slightly disoriented.

you turned around quickly, and there he was again, standing behind you. his grin was unwavering, his eyes filled with playful mischief. “like that,” he repeated, his voice echoing in your ears.

you frowned in exasperation, your patience wearing thin. “stop scaring me,” you demanded, though the hint of amusement in your voice betrayed your frustration. jimin chuckled softly, his laughter a gentle ripple in the quiet evening. “it’s amusing,” he said, his voice lingering in the air as if he were still beside you.

just as you were about to respond, you felt yourself stumble, your foot catching on an uneven patch of sidewalk. before you could fully lose your balance and fall, jimin was there, catching you with effortless grace. he held you steady, his smile warm and reassuring. “but saving you is much better,” he whispered close to your ear.

you looked up at him, a mixture of annoyance and relief in your eyes. “you’re insane,” you said, though your voice carried a hint of gratitude. “i was fine on my own.”

jimin scoffed lightly, his gaze playful. “how did you like the taste of toilet water?” he asked, his tone laced with a teasing edge. your eyes widened in shock. “you saw that?” you gasped, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

he rolled his eyes as if this were the most obvious thing in the world. “i see everything,” he said dismissively. you quickly covered yourself, feeling a surge of indignation. “pervert!” you exclaimed, your voice a mixture of mortification and anger.

jimin’s eyes widened in surprise, his expression turning thoughtful. “a pervert?” he repeated, as if he were considering the accusation seriously. after a moment, he raised an eyebrow and asked, “would you like to be sent to the underworld?”

you shook your head vigorously, the thought of such a fate making you shiver. “no!” you said, your voice filled with urgency.

jimin smirked, his expression one of satisfied amusement. “that’s what i thought,” he said, his tone light and mocking.

by the time you reached your front door, jimin was nowhere to be seen. you rolled your eyes, muttering under your breath, “i know you’re there.” the familiar thwack against the back of your head, like an invisible slap, confirmed his lingering presence. you opened the door and stepped inside, where your brother daehyun was waiting. he looked at you with a skeptical expression, his eyes narrowing slightly. “who were you talking to?” he asked, his tone laced with suspicion.

you shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “just talking to myself,” you said with a casual wave of your hand. saehyun stared at you, his eyes wide with disbelief. “maybe you really have lost your mind,” he said, shaking his head in awe.

you playfully smacked him on the head, his reaction a mix of surprise and annoyance. “shut up,” you said with a grin, before heading toward your room. as you passed by the kitchen, your mother called out, “you seem to be in a better mood today.”

you paused for a moment, contemplating her observation. it was true that something had shifted within you, a glimmer of unexpected excitement mingling with the confusion. you turned to her and gave a small, genuine smile. “yeah,” you agreed softly. “maybe i am.”

as you closed the door behind you, the click of the lock seemed to echo in the quiet room. you leaned against the door for a moment, letting out a deep sigh as you tried to shake off the day’s events. the room was dimly lit by the slant of moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting long, ghostly shadows that danced across the walls.

when you turned around, you gasped. there, leaning casually against the edge of your bed, was jimin. his presence was both startling and oddly comforting. “i told you to stop doing that,” you said, trying to keep the irritation out of your voice.

jimin rolled his eyes with a dramatic flourish, his expression one of amused exasperation. “you’re easy to scare,” he replied with a smirk that made your heart skip a beat. he tilted his head slightly and added, “you must not be used to having men in your room.”

the comment struck a nerve, and you scoffed, feigning offense. “i’ve had plenty of experience,” you retorted, though the blush rising to your cheeks betrayed the unease you felt.

jimin’s eyes sparkled with suppressed laughter, his lips twitching into a smirk. “yeah, right,” he teased, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm. he paused and then added, “i’ve seen it all, you haven’t gotten laid in eighteen years.”

the jibe made your face flush with a mix of embarrassment and irritation. “i’ll kick your eyes,” you threatened, your voice edged with frustration. jimin raised his hands in mock surrender, a look of exaggerated fear crossing his face. “really?” he asked, his tone a perfect blend of feigned terror and mischief.

you nodded decisively and reached out to slap him, but his reflexes were impossibly quick. he caught your wrist effortlessly, his grip surprisingly firm. you tried to free your hand, but he held it fast. he smiled, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “like that?” he asked, his voice a low, teasing murmur. stunned, you raised your other hand, only to find that he was already there, catching it with equal ease. his strength was undeniable, and no matter how much you struggled, you couldn’t pull free. “don’t hit me that hard,” he said with a teasing lilt, his smile widening.

you were about to retort when he suddenly moved with a fluid, almost predatory grace. before you could react, he had you pinned against your closet door. your breath caught in your throat, and you felt your heart race as his face came dangerously close to yours. the proximity was overwhelming; his scent was intoxicating, and the heat of his body pressed against yours made it hard to think.

his smile was both captivating and unsettling. he leaned in slightly, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of curiosity and amusement. “why’s your heart beating so fast?” he asked softly, his voice a gentle caress against your ear.

you gulped, your gaze unable to tear itself away from his striking features. his eyes were mesmerizing, and his closeness made you acutely aware of how pretty he truly was. “because you’re scary,” you managed to say, your voice trembling slightly.

jimin scoffed lightly, releasing you with a dramatic flair as if your words had wounded him. “scary? you’re scarier,” he said, feigning offense as he took a step back, allowing you to breathe again.

you rolled your eyes, grateful for the distance, and waved your hand dismissively. “leave me alone. i have homework,” you said, trying to sound authoritative despite the lingering blush on your cheeks. his smile softened as he observed you, his gaze lingering on the flush that had crept up your neck. “homework, huh?” he mused, his tone carrying a hint of mock sympathy. he could clearly hear the rapid thumping of your heartbeat, and it only seemed to please him more.

you settled into your desk, the weight of the day's events still lingering in your mind. the room was dimly lit by the soft glow of your desk lamp, casting a warm, amber hue across the pages of your textbook. you had spread out your notes and textbooks with meticulous care, determined to tackle your calculus homework despite the whirlwind of emotions you were feeling. the air was heavy with the quiet hum of concentration, punctuated only by the occasional scratch of your pencil against the paper.

as you jotted down what you hoped were coherent notes on differential equations, you couldn’t shake the sensation of being watched. the hairs on the back of your neck prickled, and you glanced over your shoulder, half-expecting to see jimin’s mischievous grin. but the room remained empty, save for the clutter of your textbooks and papers. just as you resumed your scribbling, a voice broke the silence. “what are you working on?” jimin’s voice was smooth and casual, yet it carried a hint of amusement.

you jumped, nearly knocking over your pencil. “calculus,” you replied, trying to sound nonchalant as you continued to pretend to write notes. the subject matter, filled with complex equations and symbols, seemed even more daunting with his, once again, unexpected presence.

he strolled over with a lazy grace, his hands tucked into the pockets of his school uniform jacket. his eyes roamed over your paper with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. “do you actually have any idea what you’re doing?” he asked, his tone dripping with mock concern. you glanced up at him, attempting to maintain a facade of confidence. “yes,” you said firmly, though a hint of uncertainty crept into your voice.

jimin’s eyebrow arched skeptically. “are you lying?” he asked, his gaze narrowing as if he were scrutinizing every word you said. you hesitated, caught off guard by his directness. “yes,” you admitted with a sheepish grin, unable to maintain the pretense any longer.

he sighed theatrically, shaking his head with an exaggerated air of disappointment. “lying in the underworld is punishable, you know,” he said, his voice taking on a mock-serious tone. “people get their tongues cut out for that.” your eyes widened in alarm, and you gasped, “are you serious?” the very idea of such a gruesome punishment sent shivers down your spine, and you could hardly believe he was being genuine.

jimin stifled a giggle behind his hand, clearly finding your reaction amusing. “oh, absolutely,” he affirmed with a mischievous glint in his eye. you sighed, your shoulders slumping as you muttered, “i can’t wait to go to heaven.”

he raised an eyebrow and scoffed. “you’d never see heaven’s gates,” he said dismissively, a hint of derision in his voice. your eyes flashed with indignation as you retorted, “you have no idea what you’re talking about.”

jimin’s smirk widened. “you’re right,” he admitted, but his tone was far from apologetic. he glanced at your paper, his expression shifting to one of mild interest. “by the way, the answer to that equation is supposed to be squared,” he said, pointing at a particular spot on your paper with a casual air.

you let out a nervous laugh, feeling a wave of relief mixed with embarrassment. you quickly reached for your eraser, smudging out the scarily wrong answer you had previously written. with a trembling hand, you scrawled the correct answer in its place, hoping it would salvage your assignment. jimin watched you with an amused glint in his eye, seemingly delighted by the small victory of having helped you. his presence, though unsettling at times, had a peculiar way of making the mundane aspects of your life feel more bearable.

the clock on your desk ticked slowly as you fought against the drowsiness that tugged at the edges of your consciousness. your calculus homework lay spread out before you, the equations blurring together as you struggled to keep your eyes open. jimin’s presence was a faint, unsettling comfort in the periphery of your awareness. his earlier antics had faded into the background noise of your weary mind.

as you dragged your pencil across the paper, your eyelids grew heavier, and your head bobbed forward in a half-sleepy state. you mumbled aloud, your voice barely more than a tired whisper. “what are you doing here, jimin?”

a soft chuckle came from him, a sound that seemed to curl around you like a warm blanket. he leaned closer, his voice a low murmur that brushed against your ear. “do you really wanna know?” he asked, his tone laced with both curiosity and amusement. you nodded groggily, barely managing to keep your eyes open. “yes,” you managed to mumble, your voice trailing off as another yawn overtook you.

hia gaze softened, and he settled himself more comfortably on the edge of your desk. “well,” he began, his voice gentle and contemplative, “i’ve always wanted to live my life as a human, in the human world. i get to do that as long as i’m watching over someone.” you squinted at him through half-lidded eyes, the details of his face still fuzzy but recognizable. “why me?” you asked, your voice slurring slightly with exhaustion.

there was a moment of silence as jimin’s expression grew thoughtful. he seemed to weigh his words carefully before speaking again. “guess you were the chosen one, they sent me to you,” he said softly, as if the weight of the words carried a hint of destiny. his lips curled into a faint smile, though there was a touch of irritation in his eyes. “i wouldn’t have picked you if you weren’t so pretty,” he said with a hint of teasing in his voice. “all you do is cause trouble.”

you let out another yawn, your head nodding forward. “sorry,” you murmured, the apology barely audible as you fought to stay awake. you groaned softly, burying your face in your arms on the desk, too tired to respond. the relentless pull of sleep was too strong, and within moments, you succumbed to it, your breathing evening out as you drifted into a deep, much-needed slumber.

jimin watched you with a mixture of amusement and tenderness. as your breathing became steady and rhythmic, he let out a soft sigh, his gaze lingering on you with an almost wistful expression. he knew it was invasive, to watch you sleep like this, but he couldn’t help himself. there was something undeniably captivating about the way you looked when you were so peaceful and unguarded.

gently, he extended his powers, lifting you with a delicate touch of his mind. the process was effortless for him, and he guided you gently off the desk, ensuring you remained undisturbed. with a subtle concentration, he levitated you through the air, carrying you with the same care one might use to handle a fragile, precious object. he maneuvered you softly through the room, avoiding any obstacles as he floated you to your bed. as you were lowered onto the mattress, he took a moment to adjust the covers around you, tucking them in with a tender touch that belied his usual mischief.

he stood by the side of your bed, watching you with a soft, almost reverent gaze. you were curled up beneath the covers, your features relaxed and serene. the sight of you, so vulnerable and tranquil, stirred something within him—a curious blend of protectiveness and admiration. despite his role as a being from the underworld, tasked with watching over you and perhaps even unsettling you at times, he found himself captivated by your presence. the way your lashes rested against your cheeks, the gentle rise and fall of your chest with each breath, it all seemed to weave a kind of magic that he hadn’t expected to encounter.

as you trudged to school the following morning, the familiar hustle and bustle of the crowd provided a modest comfort. the sky above was a muted shade of gray, clouds hanging low as if mirroring the heaviness in your chest. the air was brisk, and you pulled your coat tighter around yourself, feeling the chill seep through despite your layers.

upon arriving at school, you approached your locker with a sigh, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep and the lingering unease from the previous night. however, as you reached your locker, you were startled to see jimin leaning casually against the row of metal lockers, his gaze fixed on you with a playful smirk. he seemed to materialize out of nowhere, his presence as striking and unanticipated as ever.

“slow for someone so thin,” he remarked with a teasing lilt in his voice. his eyes gleamed with mischief, a contrast to the gray morning. “do you ever eat, or is breakfast a myth for you?” you rolled your eyes at his casual tone and retorted, “i had breakfast this morning.” the words came out with more force than you intended, a small, defiant edge in your voice.

jimin’s smirk widened into a full-fledged grin, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. “liar,” he said, his voice dripping with playful derision. “I can tell you’re lying.”

the truth of his statement was a bitter pill to swallow. you hadn’t felt the pangs of hunger as acutely in recent days, and your appetite had waned significantly since the bullying had started. the constant stress had left you feeling hollow, both physically and emotionally. the comment stung more than you’d care to admit, but you forced yourself to look indifferent.

his gaze didn’t waver as he continued, his tone now carrying an edge of mock seriousness. “there goes your tongue,” he said suddenly.

your heart skipped a beat at his words. Instinctively, you raised a hand to your mouth, your fingers pressing against your tongue as you felt a wave of panic. you bit down hard, testing to make sure your tongue was still there. the sharp, familiar pain confirmed it was, and you sighed in relief, though the discomfort of his words lingered. jimin’s eyes gleamed with an unsettling mix of amusement and mystery. “is it still there?” he inquired, his voice low and teasing.

you nodded vigorously, though the movement was almost imperceptible due to your anxiety. his sigh was almost theatrical, filled with a mock sorrow that didn’t match the amusement in his eyes. “it won’t be for long,” he said cryptically, and without another word, he turned on his heel and walked toward the school building.

you called out after him, your voice tinged with a mixture of confusion and frustration. “what do you mean by that?”

jimin merely waved a hand over his shoulder in a dismissive gesture, his smirk remaining as he walked away. the gesture was both casual and enigmatic, leaving you with more questions than answers. his cryptic remark about your tongue gnawed at your thoughts as you stood by your locker, the sudden absence of his presence leaving an unsettling void despite the childish teasing.

as the class droned on, you found it increasingly difficult to focus, the remnants of last night’s exhaustion pulling at your consciousness. your pen had been moving on autopilot, and before you knew it, you had fallen asleep, your head resting heavily on your desk. the soft murmur of your classmates and the occasional rustling of papers seemed far away, a distant backdrop to your restless slumber.

suddenly, a loud voice jolted you awake. “homework, everyone.” the professor announced, his tone authoritative. you gasped, the realization hitting you like a cold splash of water. the panic set in as you scrambled to recall where you had left off. the professor began walking down the aisles, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

when he reached your desk, you fumbled with your notebook, your movements clumsy and disjointed. you retrieved it with a mix of shame and dread, handing it over to him with trembling hands. the professor’s eyebrows knitted together in surprise as he flipped through the pages, his expression shifting from curiosity to astonishment.

“did you really do all of this?” he asked, incredulous. his eyes were wide as he scanned the pages filled with neatly written answers, each question meticulously addressed and correctly solved.

you blinked, equally puzzled. “what do you mean?” you asked, trying to piece together what was happening.

the professor pointed to your notebook. “you’ve completed every single problem correctly,” he said, his voice a mix of amazement and disbelief. “this is impressive.”

you glanced down at the notebook and saw, to your shock, that every question was indeed answered accurately. a wave of confusion washed over you. you hadn’t remembered doing all this work, and the sense of accomplishment felt both foreign and surreal. as you tried to process the unexpected turn of events, you caught sight of jimin across the room. his gaze was fixed on you, and he offered a sly smile. he mouthed the words, “you’re welcome,” with a mischievous glint in his eyes. relief mixed with curiosity bubbled inside you.

the professor congratulated you, his expression softening with approval, and handed your notebook back. you muttered a thank you, still trying to shake off the disorienting sense of having accomplished something you didn’t remember doing.

at lunch, you headed to the cafeteria, hoping to sit with jimin. as you approached the table where you usually met him, your heart sank when you saw taehyung sitting there instead. he looked up as you arrived, and you could see a smirk forming on his lips. “what do you want now?” you asked, your tone weary but guarded.

he raised his hands in a mock gesture of surrender. “i promise i won’t do anything,” he said, a hint of playful mischief in his voice. “actually, i was wondering if you’d like to go out with me sometime.” you were stunned into silence. the unexpected proposition caught you off guard, leaving you at a loss for words. before you could find a response, haesoo opened her mouth, but her words were cut off by a commanding voice.

“move,” jimin said sharply, his voice cutting through the noise of the cafeteria like a knife.

all three of you turned to see him standing there, his demeanor suddenly shifting from relaxed to intense. his gaze was fixed on taehyung, and he took a step forward with a steely resolve. taehyung’s smirk faltered slightly. “go around,” he said dismissively, “i’m in the middle of something.”

to your shock, his expression darkened. he slammed his tray down on the table, the clatter of metal against plastic loud and jarring. he grabbed taehyung by the collar and pulled him close, his voice dropping to a low, menacing whisper. “unless you wanna be in the middle of nowhere, walk away.”

the tension in the air was palpable. taehyung’s eyes widened in surprise, and without another word, he backed away, his earlier bravado gone. he turned on his heel and walked off, leaving the space around you suddenly quieter.

you were left in stunned silence, your heart racing. jimin’s transformation from the charming, playful figure to someone so intimidating and cold was jarring. his capacity for sudden, intense aggression scared you, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. you tried to ignore him, focusing on your food and conversation with haesoo, not wanting to attract his attention or fall victim to whatever mood he might switch to next.

the walk home was eerily quiet, the usual chatter and clamor of the bustling streets muted by a heavy silence. the afternoon light was beginning to fade, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch endlessly along the pavement. you could hear the rhythmic patter of your footsteps and the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze, but jimin’s presence beside you added an unusual tension to the otherwise tranquil surroundings.

he had been walking silently next to you for a while, his stride effortlessly matching yours. his presence, though subdued, was impossible to ignore. he seemed to be waiting for you to say something, his eyes occasionally flicking towards you with a hint of curiosity. finally, he broke the silence. “what’s wrong?” he asked, his tone casual but with an underlying edge that suggested he was genuinely interested.

you gave a dismissive wave of your hand and forced a small smile. “nothing,” you assured him, trying to sound more confident than you felt. jimin’s expression shifted to one of mild annoyance. “you must think i’m stupid if you’re gonna brush it off like that,” he said, his voice laced with a mixture of impatience and amusement.

you sighed, feeling a pang of guilt. “i was just thinking. thanks for doing my homework, by the way.” jimin’s lips curled into a faint smirk. “you’re welcome. i’m nice like that.”

you paused, considering his words. “but there was no reason to be so cruel to taehyung,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. jimin’s eyes narrowed slightly. “really? were you actually gonna go on a date with that asshole?” he asked, his tone dripping with disdain.

you contemplated his question, trying to remember how you’d felt about taehyung’s offer. “maybe,” you said jokingly. his eyes widened with incredulity. “your tongue’s on the verge,” he said, rolling his eyes dramatically.

you gasped in mock horror and instinctively placed your hand over your mouth, as if to shield it from his prying. “stay away from my tongue,” you pleaded with a blend of annoyance and playfulness. jimin merely chuckled. “no promises,” he said, his tone light and teasing. this caused you to walk with your hand still covering your mouth, a futile gesture that did little to ease the odd sensation his presence brought.

when you reached your front door, you felt a sudden tug on the hand on your mouth. you spun around to confront jimin, ready to give him a piece of your mind. but as you turned, he was gone. the sudden absence of his presence was startling, leaving you standing there with a mix of frustration and confusion.

“asshole,” you muttered under your breath, the word barely escaping your lips as you glanced around to make sure he wasn’t lingering nearby. the street was empty, save for a few stray leaves skittering along the sidewalk, and there was no sign of jimin. with a resigned sigh, you pushed open the front door and slipped inside, the familiar warmth of your home a welcome contrast to the unsettling events of the day. you walked straight to your room, the encounter with jimin still fresh in your mind. the door clicked shut behind you, and you leaned against it for a moment, letting out a deep breath.

the room was cloaked in the soft, golden light of the late afternoon, casting long shadows that danced gently on the walls. the steady hum of your ceiling fan created a comforting backdrop as you sat on the edge of your bed, your thoughts tangled in a web of confusion and disquiet. jimin’s unpredictable behavior had been gnawing at you. one moment, he was charming and helpful, and the next, he was cold and menacing. the abrupt change in his demeanor was unsettling, and the weight of it made you uneasy. you needed a distraction, something to take your mind off the troubling thoughts.

with a resigned sigh, you turned on the tv. the screen flickered to life, and you absentmindedly began channel surfing, your mind not fully engaged with the images flashing before you. but then, a news anchor’s stern face filled the screen, and you were abruptly pulled into the broadcast. “—tragedy that has shaken the community. the bodies of oh mina and jung hana, two missing students, have yet to be found, and authorities now presume them dead. the search continues, but their families are left in agonizing uncertainty.”

you froze, your heart sinking as the anchor continued with a detailed recap of the events. the broadcast went on to describe the search efforts, the emotional pleas from their families, and the growing sense of despair that had settled over the community. the words felt like a physical weight pressing down on your chest, and a surge of guilt began to eat away at you. mina and hana had been cruel, yes, but no one deserved this. the thought of their families—worrying, grieving, and facing a future without their loved ones—made you feel sick. you found yourself grappling with the dissonance between their past actions and the very real, very human suffering unfolding now.

as you absorbed the gravity of the news, a familiar voice cut through your thoughts, chilling and disturbingly calm. “they got what they deserved,” jimin’s voice said, as though he had materialized out of thin air. he stepped into view, leaning casually against the door frame, his gaze fixated on the tv screen. “it’s a shame they aren’t actually dead.”

you turned to him, your eyes wide with shock and disbelief. “how can you say something so cruel?” you demanded, the hurt and anger evident in your voice. “how can you be so heartless?”

his expression hardened, his eyes narrowing slightly. “it’s always been an eye for an eye,” he retorted coldly. “they were awful to you. why should they get any sympathy?”

a surge of frustration erupted within you. “and what about their families?” you asked, the words coming out in a rush. “do you have any idea how they must feel?”

jimin snapped, his tone edged with bitterness. “they should’ve raised them better,” he shot back. “maybe then they wouldn’t have turned out the way they did.”

you were taken aback by his callousness. “you’re awful,” you said, unable to keep the scorn from your voice. “i can’t believe how heartless you really are.”

jimin’s demeanor shifted abruptly. he walked over and sat down beside you on your bed, his movements deliberate and measured. he looked at you with an intensity that was almost palpable, his gaze piercing through your defenses. “i did it for you,” he said softly, his voice losing some of its earlier bite. “because i cared for you.”

you looked at him, struggling to reconcile this softer side of him with the cruelty you’d just witnessed. “i don’t need a savior,” you said quietly, shaking your head. the weight of the day’s events and jimin’s complex personality were starting to feel overwhelming. his face softened, and for a moment, his expression was filled with a kind of sadness that seemed almost genuine. he reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch light and almost tender. in his eyes, you saw something akin to heartbreak.

“okay,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “if that’s what you say.”

without another word, he vanished, leaving you alone in the dim light of your room. the silence that followed was heavy, filled with the echoes of the harsh words and the complexities of his character. you sat there, feeling the weight of his absence and the lingering discomfort of his presence. the room seemed emptier now, and you were left with a tumult of emotions and unanswered questions.

the night stretched long and restless as you tossed and turned beneath your tangled sheets, your mind an endless swirl of confusion and disquiet. your bed seemed to have become a cage, its confines growing tighter with each passing minute. the darkness of the room was punctuated only by the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting fleeting shadows that danced unsettlingly on the walls.

you reached out in the darkness, searching for the comforting presence you had come to rely on. but tonight, there was nothing. no whisper of jimin’s voice, no flicker of his enigmatic smile—just an overwhelming silence that pressed against you like a heavy blanket. you called out his name, your voice barely more than a strained whisper in the stillness of the night. “jimin?” you croaked, the sound swallowed by the oppressive quiet.

the silence that followed was deafening. It seemed to stretch on forever, growing thicker and more suffocating with each passing moment. you strained to listen for any sign of him, but there was nothing—no rustle, no breath, no hint of his presence. desperation clawed at you, and you forced yourself to close your eyes, willing yourself to sleep, hoping that he would return with the dawn.

morning came, but with it, there was no sign of jimin. you woke with a start, the emptiness of your room a reminder of his absence. the space beside you on the bed was untouched, the air still and untroubled. you groaned, the reality of his disappearance settling heavily upon you. the morning routine was carried out on autopilot, the small tasks seeming to blur together as you prepared for school.

arriving at school, you felt the weight of his absence more acutely. the hallways, usually bustling with energy and life, felt hollow and empty. you walked through them with a growing sense of dread, your eyes scanning the familiar faces for any sign of jimin. but he was nowhere to be found. not in the crowded corridors, not in your classroom, not even in the places he had been known to linger.

you approached haesoo at lunch, a flicker of hope driving your steps. you needed to know if anyone else had seen him, if there was any chance he would reappear. “hey, haesoo,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady despite the anxiety you felt. “have you seen jimin today?”

she looked up from her lunch with a puzzled expression. “jimin? no, i haven’t seen him. why? you two seemed pretty close. he was kind of like your protector, wasn’t he?” you shook your head, trying to quell the gnawing worry in your stomach. “he isn’t,” you said, forcing a casual tone into your voice. “he’s my savior.”

the rest of the school day passed in a blur of gray and disinterest. the absence of jimin cast a shadow over everything, and you found it difficult to focus on the lessons or the conversations around you. It was almost as if the world had lost some of its color without him. when the final bell rang, you walked home with a heavy heart. each step felt like a step further away from the fleeting hope you had clung to. you tried to convince yourself that his absence was due to the lack of need, that perhaps he was simply giving you space. but deep down, you knew it was more than that. you had made him go away, whether intentionally or not, and the realization left you feeling hollow and uncertain.

as you neared your house, you saw haesoo walking beside you, her expression bright and expectant. “so, what do you think?” she asked, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “wanna hit the club tonight? it could be a lot of fun.” you considered it for a moment, your spirits lifted slightly by the prospect of distraction. “sure, that sounds good,” you agreed, trying to push aside the nagging emptiness you felt.

when you reached home, haesoo followed you inside. you found your mother in the kitchen, busy with the evening’s preparations. “mom, is it okay if i go to the club with haesoo tonight?” you asked, attempting to sound casual.

your mother glanced up from her task, her face thoughtful. “if she’s going,” she said with a dismissive wave, “you can go to the underworld for all i care.”

the words struck you like a chill, freezing the air around you. the mention of the underworld made your blood run cold, a sharp reminder of the dark and mysterious presence you had grown to both fear and depend on. you exchanged a look with haesoo, who seemed to notice the change in your demeanor but chose to remain silent. you forced a smile, nodding in acknowledgment. “thanks, mom.”

the evening was a muted whirl of apprehension and fleeting hope as you prepared for the night out. the room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, casting warm hues over the meticulously arranged wardrobe. you stood before the mirror, scrutinizing your reflection as you adjusted the sleek black dress that clung to your frame. it was a classic choice, understated yet elegant, but tonight, it felt lacking—an empty vessel yearning for validation you could not quite grasp.

you turned this way and that, trying to find satisfaction in your appearance. the dress, with its delicate fabric and subtle sheen, was perfect in its own right. but it felt as if something crucial was missing. your mind wandered to the image of him, the elusive presence that had once been a source of comfort and assurance. the empty space beside you in the mirror seemed to echo with his absence, and the longing for his approval gnawed at you with an intensity that left you feeling hollow.

with a deep sigh, you slipped your heels on, their click against the hardwood floor a sharp contrast to the muted sense of resignation you felt inside. daehyun’s voice broke through your reverie. “call if anything happens,” he said, his tone carrying a hint of concern. you nodded absentmindedly, giving him a half-hearted smile before heading out the door.

the night air was crisp and cool as you caught a cab to the club. the city lights blurred by the window seemed to race past you, each passing moment amplifying the sense of anticipation and uncertainty that clung to you. when you arrived, haesoo was waiting outside, her excitement palpable as she greeted you with a bright smile.

the club was alive with an electric energy, the pulsating lights and thumping bass creating an intoxicating atmosphere. haesoo led you inside, her hand firmly clasped around yours as you navigated through the crowd. “loosen up,” she urged, her voice barely audible over the music. “have a drink. it’ll help you relax.”

you allowed yourself one drink, the cool liquid sliding down your throat and momentarily easing the tension in your shoulders. you clutched the glass tightly, savoring the brief reprieve it offered as you observed the throng of bodies swaying rhythmically on the dance floor. the music was a relentless beat, each pulse a reminder of the vitality you felt slipping away. as you sipped your drink, a tap on your shoulder broke your reverie. you turned around, half-expecting to see jimin’s familiar, mischievous smile. instead, you were met with the gaze of an unfamiliar man. he had a confident demeanor, his eyes appraising you with an intensity that set your nerves on edge.

“you’re a gem,” he said, his voice smooth and insistent. “would you like to dance?” you offered a polite smile, shaking your head as you replied, “no, thank you. i’d prefer to stay here.”

undeterred, the man pressed on. “come on, don’t be shy. it’ll be fun.” you declined again, but his persistence quickly turned into forcefulness. before you could fully react, he grabbed your hand with a firm grip, pulling you towards the dance floor. you resisted, trying to free yourself from his grasp, but his other hand reached out to grab your jaw. his touch was rough and invasive as he forced you to look at him. “you’re coming with me whether you like it or not,” he said, his tone brooking no argument.

panic surged through you, but before you could cry out for help or struggle further, the man was abruptly thrown backward. he collided with the wall across the room with a violent thud, the impact reverberating through the space. the music abruptly stopped, plunging the club into a stunned silence as gasps spread through the crowd.

your heart raced, but as you watched the man slump against the wall, his head hanging limply, a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. you knew—had always known—that he was still there. the subtle, yet unmistakable, presence that had become so familiar to you was now unmistakable in the man’s sudden, forceful removal.

the crowd was a sea of shocked expressions, their murmurs rising in a crescendo of disbelief. you stood amidst them, your gaze locked on the spot where the man had fallen, feeling a profound sense of relief and, oddly enough, satisfaction. you could not see him, but his protective presence was unmistakable, the unspoken assurance that he was watching over you even now.

the night clung to you like a heavy blanket as you made your way home, the darkness of the streets mirroring the turmoil inside your heart. the taxi dropped you off at the curb, the hum of the engine fading into the background as you stood before your front door, fumbling with your keys. your hands trembled slightly, the chill of the midnight air seeping into your bones, and you struggled to fit the key into the lock. after what felt like an eternity, the lock finally clicked open, and you pushed the door open with a soft creak.

the house was enveloped in silence, your family long since retired to bed. the only sounds were the faint ticking of a clock somewhere in the darkness and the quiet thud of your heels against the wooden floor as you hurried up the stairs. excitement surged through you as you reached your room. with a flick of the switch, the room was bathed in warm light, but your excitement quickly turned to crushing disappointment. the room was empty.

the realization hit you like a ton of bricks, the breath leaving your lungs in a quiet, defeated sigh. you had hoped, prayed even, that he would be there, waiting for you as he always had been. but the room was devoid of that familiar presence, and the weight of his absence settled heavily on your chest.

you let the door swing shut behind you as you sank onto your bed, the soft mattress barely registering beneath you as you buried your face in your hands. the tears came unbidden, spilling down your cheeks in hot, silent streams as you whispered into the empty room, “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry for making you go away.”

the words broke the silence, and you felt the sobs rising within you, shaking your small frame as you struggled to keep them quiet. you pressed your lips together, trying to stifle the sounds that threatened to spill out, but it was no use. the pain was too much, too raw, and it poured out of you in ragged breaths as you continued, “i’m sorry for saying i didn’t need you. i do, i really do, jimin.”

the room remained still, the silence that followed your confession only deepening the ache in your chest. you felt like you were falling into an endless abyss, the darkness and loneliness closing in around you until it was almost suffocating. you cried harder, the tears blurring your vision as you clutched your knees to your chest, rocking slightly as you tried to find some semblance of comfort.

and then, just as the despair threatened to consume you entirely, a voice—familiar and tinged with amusement—cut through the silence. “you’re ruining your makeup.”

your head snapped up so fast you almost felt dizzy, your heart leaping into your throat as you searched the room with wide, tear-filled eyes. and there he was, standing by the window, the corners of his lips curled into that playful smile that made your heart skip a beat. you couldn’t help yourself. you were off the bed and across the room in an instant, throwing yourself into his arms with such force that you nearly knocked him over. he let out a soft laugh as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as you buried your face in his chest, your tears dampening the fabric of his shirt.

“you must’ve really missed me,” he teased, his voice a gentle murmur against the top of your head. you nodded against him, unable to find the words to express the overwhelming relief that washed over you. “i’m so sorry,” you managed to choke out, the words coming out in a rush, desperate to make him understand. “i didn’t mean it, jimin. i didn’t mean any of it.”

he pulled back slightly, just enough to cup your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that continued to fall. there was a softness in his gaze that made your heart ache, but his next words were laced with playful teasing, “i don’t know if i can forgive you,” he said, feigning hurt. your frown deepened as more tears pooled in your eyes, your bottom lip trembling as you whispered, “i’m sorry, i’ll do anything, jimin. anything.”

he peered at you from the corner of his eye, a sly smile tugging at his lips as he pretended to think it over. “anything?” he asked, his tone light but his eyes watching you intently. you nodded without hesitation, willing to do whatever it took to make things right between you.

a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes as he pointed to his cheek. “give me a kiss.”

you didn’t hesitate. you leaned in, pressing your lips gently to his cheek, the warmth of his skin grounding you in a way that nothing else could. but before you could pull back, he turned his head, and your lips met his in a kiss that sent a jolt of electricity through your entire body. he smiled into the kiss, and you couldn’t help but smile too, the weight of your earlier sadness lifting as you melted into him. the kiss was soft and sweet, a silent promise that you had been forgiven. but there was an underlying intensity that made your heart race, a sense of longing that neither of you could ignore.

when you finally broke the kiss, you looked up at him, your eyes searching his as you whispered, “don’t go anywhere ever again.” his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your lips as he replied, “i won’t, i promise.”

the words were barely out of his mouth before his lips were on yours again, this time more urgent, more demanding. you responded in kind, your hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer, the kiss deepening until you were both breathless. His hands roamed your back, pulling you flush against him as the intensity of the moment grew. the room seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in a world of your own creation, where nothing else mattered but the feel of his lips on yours, the warmth of his body against yours, and the unspoken connection that bound you together.

breathy gasps filled the air as the kiss became more intense, more desperate. his hands slid to your waist, pulling you even closer as the world around you continued to disappear. on that moment, nothing else mattered—no doubts, no fears, no regrets. there was only him, only you, and the undeniable pull between you that refused to be denied.

his fingertips trailed down your sides, reaching the hem of your shirt, and with one smooth motion, he lifted it over your head, tossing it aside to expose your braless tits. your nipples pebbled at the sudden coolness of the air, and jimin’s eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of you. “so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine.

you reached for the button of his pants, fumbling with the zipper as you felt his hands move to the back of your neck, tracing the skin with his nails, his eyes feasting on your naked tits. his gaze was hungry, and it made you feel powerful, desired. without breaking eye contact, you lowered yourself to your knees, your heart racing as you took his hardening cock into your hand.

his breath hitched as you leaned in, your hot breath ghosting over the tip before you took him into your mouth. jimin’s hands found your hair, his grip tightening as you began to suck, your tongue swirling around him, exploring every inch of his length. you moaned around him, the sound vibrating through him and making his knees tremble. his moans grew more intense, his words a mix of praise and demand as he guided your head, pushing deeper into your mouth.

his eyes never left yours as he watched you, the way your cheeks hollowed out, the way your tongue danced around him. “so good to me,” he murmured, his voice strained with pleasure. “but i know what you really want, don’t i?” you pulled back, panting, and nodded. you knew exactly what he wanted. without another word, you stood up, and together you moved to the bed, his hand never leaving the small of your back, guiding you, claiming you. your heart raced as you felt the mattress dip beneath you, his weight pressing you into the softness.

his hands were everywhere, exploring your body as if it was the first time, because it was. every touch felt new, every kiss a revelation. he pulled your panties down, his eyes never leaving yours as he exposed your vulnerable pussy to him. your cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and nerves. he leaned down, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, “no one else will ever have you like this.”

his mouth found your clit, and you gasped, your hands gripping the sheets as he began to lick and suck. the sensation was overwhelming, and you couldn’t help but buck your hips against his face, desperate for more. he chuckled against you, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through your body. “you’re so eager,” he said, his voice muffled against your skin. “it’s almost obvious you're a virgin.”

you moaned in response, unable to form a coherent argument as he worked his magic. your body tensed, the pressure building until it was almost unbearable, and then with one slick thumb sliding into your ass, you shattered, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. your eyes squeezed shut as you rode the waves of pleasure, feeling him licking up every drop of your arousal as your pussy spasmed around his thumb.

when you finally opened your eyes, jimin was hovering over you, his own pants and boxers a discarded mess on the floor. the tip of his cock nudged against your entrance, and he smirked down at you, his eyes full of mischief. “came for me just like that, huh?” he asked, his voice thick with lust. you nodded, unable to form words, and he pushed inside you with a groan that seemed to come from the very depths of his soul. you were tight around him, your body untouched by anyone else, and he took his time, savoring every inch as he filled you completely.

his hips began to move, slow and deliberate, and you could feel him stretching you, filling you in a way that was both painful and exquisite. he leaned down, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss as he whispered, “i’m gonna ruin you for anyone else, you know that?” you didn’t care about the pain. you only cared about the way he felt inside of you, about the way his kiss made you feel alive. you wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him deeper, needing more of him as he broke through your barrier with a gentle but firm thrust. a gasp tore from your throat, but it was quickly followed by a moan as pleasure began to overtake the initial discomfort.

jimin’s eyes never left yours as he began to move in earnest, his hips sliding in and out of you with an ease that belied the tightness of your grip on him. you could feel your body adjusting to him, stretching and clinging to him like a second skin. the filth that left his mouth grew more intense, his words a filthy litany that had you squirming and whimpering beneath him. “fuck, i love you. only mine, no one else's.” he growled, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in slow, firm circles that had your eyes rolling back in your head.

your orgasm built again, more intense than the first. your pussy was slick with arousal, and with every thrust, he hit that perfect spot deep inside of you, making your toes curl and your back arch. he was relentless, his mouth moving from your lips to your neck, nipping and sucking as he claimed you in every way possible. and then, just as the tension was about to snap, he slammed into you, his thumb pressing harder on your clit, and you were coming apart, your body shaking with the force of it.

you felt him swell inside of you, his cock pulsing as he reached his own climax, filling you with his warmth. he groaned your name against your neck, his entire body tensing as he emptied himself into you. the sensation was unlike anything you had ever felt, a mix of pleasure and possession that had you clinging to him as if he was the only thing keeping you tethered to reality.

when it was over, you lay there, panting and trembling, your body still fluttering with the aftershocks of your orgasm. jimin kissed you softly, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, “no one else will ever touch you like this, remember that.” you nodded, your voice a mere whisper as you promised, “only you, jimin. only ever you.” he pulled out, and you felt the sticky warmth of his cum trickling down your thighs.

he lay beside you, pulling you into his arms, your bodies entwined as the last of the adrenaline slowly drained away. your heart was still racing, but it was a good kind of scared, the kind that came from knowing you had just given yourself to someone who would protect you with every fiber of his being. you knew he was from the underworld, that he had come to protect you, and in that moment, you had never felt safer.

after a few moments of quiet, he smirked and broke the silence with a question that took you by surprise. “was that really your first time?” his voice was low, slightly teasing, but there was an edge of genuine curiosity there that made you raise an eyebrow. you scoffed lightly, still feeling the lingering warmth from the kiss. “yeah,” you replied with a hint of sarcasm, “my first time just happened to be with a demon from the underworld.” the words were meant to be a joke, but the moment they left your lips, you realized how bizarrely true they were.

jimin propped himself up on his elbows, feigning offense as he stared at you with mock indignation. “how could you be so cruel as to call me that?” he asked, his tone playful but with a glint of something deeper in his eyes, something that made you want to tease him further just to see where it would lead.

you couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you, the tension from earlier easing into something lighter, more playful. “you’re right,” you conceded, your voice softening as you leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on his lips. the brief contact sent a familiar warmth through you, and when you pulled back, you locked eyes with him and continued, “you’re not a demon. you’re my savior.”

the words hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning. for a moment, you both stayed like that, the intensity of your earlier exchange lingering in the quiet space. his gaze softened, the teasing glint fading into something more serious as he studied your face, as if committing every detail to memory. he sighed softly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he reached up to brush a stray strand of hair away from your face. his fingers lingered on your skin, tracing a gentle path down your cheek before coming to rest under your chin, tilting your face up slightly so he could look you in the eyes. “your savior, huh?” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. there was something almost sad in his expression, a hint of vulnerability that you rarely saw from him.

you nodded, your heart pounding in your chest as you held his gaze. “yeah,” you whispered back, your voice filled with a sincerity that left no room for doubt. “you’ve always been there for me, even when i didn’t want you to be. you saved me, jimin.” the admission hung in the air between you, the weight of it pressing down on you both. you saw the way his expression shifted, the playful mask he usually wore slipping away to reveal something raw and unguarded beneath it. his eyes darkened, the intensity in them making your breath catch in your throat.

for a long moment, neither of you spoke, the silence filled with everything you had left unsaid. then, finally, jimin leaned in, closing the small distance between you as he captured your lips in a kiss that was softer, gentler than before. there was no urgency this time, no desperation—just the quiet, undeniable connection that had always existed between you.

when he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered, “i don’t ever want you to feel like you’re alone again. you understand that, right?” you nodded, your heart swelling with an emotion you couldn’t quite name as you whispered back, “i understand.”

he smiled at that, a small, genuine smile that lit up his entire face. “good,” he murmured, his voice filled with a tenderness that made your chest ache. “because i’m not going anywhere. Not now, not ever.” you leaned into him, closing your eyes as you let the warmth of his presence envelop you, the steady beat of his heart beneath your hand grounding you in the moment. and for the first time in a long while, you felt at peace—like you had finally found the place where you belonged.

the two of you stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment. eventually, he shifted, pulling you closer as he lay back down, his arms encircling you protectively. you nestled against him, your head resting on his chest as you listened to the steady rhythm of his breathing, the rise and fall of his chest lulling you into a sense of calm. as you lay there, your thoughts drifted back to everything that had happened—the confusion, the fear, the overwhelming sense of loss when you thought he was gone for good. but now, in his arms, all of that seemed to fade away, replaced by a certainty that you couldn’t quite explain but knew to be true.

jimin was your savior. and as long as he was by your side, you knew that you would be okay.

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a/n: this was so cute can't wait to go back to jackson wang cameos and angst

Relax, It’s Our Honeymoon! - Final

Masterlist

You and BTS are in a poly relationship, and have recently gotten married. It’s time for your honeymoon!

Warnings: 18+ in some parts, jimin being a brat, kinda sad, my crappy writing.

“Is everyone packed and ready?!" Namjoon shouts across the chalet, sunglasses rested on the top of his head while he sits on the sofa. He's surrounded by the packed suitcases and bags, a tight white shirt fitted across his chest.

Most of us have filed into the living room, grabbing our own luggage and double-checking that we aren't leaving anything behind. Taehyung and Yoongi are checking the entire chalet, making sure that the rooms are still semi-neat and that no-one has left their passport or phone chargers behind.

I'm not gonna beat around the bush, the boys look hot as fuck. Even though we agreed to dress for comfort (seeing as all we were going to do was go on the plane and then sit in the dorms), they had decided to dress up in jeans, tight fitting t-shirts and expensive outfits that just imagining the price tags makes me weep. They're all tanned, happy and muscular; it's my wet dream.

However, there's a sort of sad feeling draped over us all. We won't get to do something like this for a while, especially with the boys' busy schedules and my job. I decide that I'm gonna milk this for every single minute, and won't stop until we're climbing off the plane in Korea.

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I fight back a smirk at Jimin's incessant whining. The plane was delayed by an hour, so he's been moaning and groaning in the lounge about how he could have slept longer or had a bigger breakfast. The rest of the boys are fed up too, just wanting to go home or eat something really greasy, but they're not acting bratty like Jimin is.

"Minie, cut it out. Sit down and shut up." I grumble, glaring at him when he stomps his foot with a pout.

"I'm hungry!" He's now breaking out a signature pout, voice higher in pitch as he starts to throw a tantrum. The boys look on, used to Jimin's attitude when he wants something.

"We're having breakfast on the plane."

"But the plane isn't here!"

"We will be having breakfast on the plane. If you're hungry, have a protein bar. Now, sit down before you draw more attention to yourself." He freezes, eyebrows furrowing as he teeters on the edge of throwing a larger tantrum or doing as he's told. I cock an eyebrow at him, my arms crossed firmly across my chest as I look around the private lounge. Some of the staff are trying to avert their eyes, but some can't help but stare at the member's bratty behaviour.

He goes to open his mouth again, foot stomping. I lose my temper, quickly standing and grabbing his arm, dragging him off to the bathrooms with his whines filling my ears. Most of them look on, little smirks on their face as the only evidence they know what is going on, all except Yoongi. He's staring right at me, eyebrow cocked. I send a nod at him, watching as he follows behind us into the bathroom.

"What's with the attitude, Jimin?" Yoongi fires off at him, making sure the door is locked when he walks in. Jimin stands a bit away from us, eyes now firmly fixed on the floor and plush lips pushed together. Silence fills the room after Yoongi's question.

"Not speaking now huh? You wanted attention, now you have it, so what's with the bratty attitude huh?" I've moved forward, lifting his head with one of my hands and staring him down with a firm gaze.

"Answer her when spoken to." Yoongi's voice is almost angry. I know I can't see him, but I can tell his eyebrow is furrowed and smile completely erased from his face.

"I don't wanna go home. Don't want this to end." Jimin's eyes are a little sad, pout on his perfect lips as he moves his gaze from me to Yoongi.

"None of us do, but we aren't acting like brats." Yoongi's now stood shoulder-to-shoulder with me, one of his hands gently stroking Jimin's cheek.

"We're gonna have to punish you, Minie. I know your reasoning, but we talk things out instead of being all pouty and throwing tantrums. What's your colour?"

"Green." He mutters, the air in the room seemingly getting thicker.

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"I need you to count after every spank, okay Minie?" He quickly nods, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on Yoongi in-front of him. I'm perched on the closed toilet seat, Jimin laid over my lap. Yoongi sits in front of Jimin, heads at the same level. Their hands are intertwined, Jimin's other hand wrapped around my leg to keep himself from slipping off. His jeans and boxer shorts are pulled down to his mid-thigh, ass exposed and his cock rubbing against the inside of my thighs.

I land the first smack, gently rubbing the spot afterwards when I hear the number from Jimin, a whimper leaving at the same time. Yoongi gently hushes him, using his spare hand to gently rub at his cheek.

SLAP! I go again, soothing the already reddening skin when I hear Jimin's hushed whisper.

I land another spank before starting on the other cheek, praising Jimin for taking his punishment so well.

"You're taking your punishment so well, baby. Last one, okay?" I land the sixth and final spank, cooing when he speaks. His voice breaks, and I rub soothing circles into the reddening skin.

"Did so good, Jiminie. Let us finish your aftercare and then you can cum." Yoongi says, handing me a tube of lotion he kept in his bag. I rub the coconut-scented lotion into his reddened skin, making sure to use a light hand on the sore area.

After rubbing in the lotion, I press gentle kisses along his spine before helping him off my lap. His eyes seem glassy, pink pouty lips stretched into a half-dazed smile.

"Such a good boy for us, baby. How do you wanna cum?" Jimin leans some of his weight on Yoongi when he asks, and I keep my eyes on them as I stand up, standing on the other side of Jimin.

"Wanna cum." Jimin whines, bucking his hips into the empty air. Yoongi and I share a smirk behind him, falling more in love with how fucked-out he is.

"We know you do, baby boy. How do you wanna cum?"

"Sucked off."

"By who?" Jimin's eyes flutter open at the question, flickering his heavy gaze between the two of us.

"Want us both on your cock Jiminie? Want us to take turns sucking that fat cock of yours?" I coquettishly run my hand down his torso, fluttering my eyelashes. He nods, and we get to work.

Yoongi and I fall to our knees in tandem, eyeing up Jimin's thick cock. It stands proud, pink tip oozing pre-cum that slowly drips down the shaft. Yoongi's the first to encompass him in his mouth, so I move my attention to his balls, giving them a hard suck. Jimin's weak on his legs, stepping back to press himself against the wall.

Yoongi begins to move up and down his cock slowly, teasing Jimin which causes whines and whimpers to fall from his mouth. I continue to suck hard, before moving to press kisses and leave love bites all over the top of his thighs. We repeat this a couple of times before switching, me moving to take Jimin fully into my mouth whilst Yoongi left bite marks all over his thighs and v-line. 

I bob my head up and down, trying to fit him all in my mouth and failing. Whatever doesn't fit in, I work with my hand, making sure to swallow around his cock the best I can. As I pull off to switch again, I land a teasing lick on the slit, spreading his precum and our spit all over his shaft.

Yoongi and I alternate for a few more minutes, before Jimin starts to tremble and his whimpers gain in volume.

"You gonna cum baby? Where do you wanna cum?" I ask, landing a sloppy kiss on Yoongi's lips after.

"Mouth!" Yoongi sends a smirk my way, pushing me back towards Jimin's cock to swallow it down again. I send a quirked brow his way, licking and sucking up his cock and paying extra attention to the tip. His legs start to shake, his breathing getting heavier. I swallow down his cock, almost choking when he begins to fill my mouth. I still continue to swirl my tongue on his cock the best I can, twisting and pumping my hand to get him through this orgasm.

Soon, he finishes cumming. I slowly seperate from his cock, trying to not let any cum spill out. Suddenly, my head is spun to the side and my lips connect with Yoongi's. He bites, causing my lips to open in shock and Jimin's cum to seep into his mouth. His tongue starts to tangle with mine, swapping the cum around before finally separating to swallow.

“Did such a good job, Jiminie. Let's get cleaned up."

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"Are we there yet?"

"No, Kook. It's a thirteen hour flight and we set off two hours ago."

"But I'm hungry!"

"In-flight meal should be here soon. In the meantime, sleep baby."

"But Noona~"

"But Noona what?"

"Wanna cuddle with you." He whispers back, and I simply send a coo his way before opening up my arms. He shuffles across the plane, walking past a very disgruntled Yoongi, which he had accidentally woken up with his whining. He throws himself down next to me, tucking his head into my neck and wrapping his arms around my waist. He mutters "goodnight", despite it being around lunchtime, and drifts off to sleep.

He moves around a lot, opening his mouth at one point and getting drool down my shirt. He's woken two hours later by the hostesses walking around and handing out food and drinks, begrudgingly tucking into his food half-asleep.

Everyone’s awake now, and sipping from various beverages. Yoongi and Taehyung chose coffee of some sort and Namjoon and Jungkook chose Cola, while the others seem to settle for more alcoholic drinks. Jimin had some kind of cocktail, Hoseok a classic beer and Jin chose a strawberry flavoured soju. They all seemed a little more relaxed, regardless, and were happily tucking into their food, though I could tell they were still hungry when they were finished. Dessert was a tiny slice of cake, and the boys didn’t look too happy.

Jin started sneaking snacks out of his bag, whilst Hoseok went for the bold approach of asking for them for some hot water so he could cook his ramen.

I fondly smile on at their full cheeks, messy hair and puffed-up faces. I run my eyes over every one, Jungkook having moved to be next to Taehyung and charm some of his food away.

“You alright?” Yoongi appears next to me, slowly sliding into the unoccupied seat.

“Yeah. Just thinking. You?”

“Come to the bed with me.”

“We’ve just spent the last week having non-stop sexual encounters and now you wanna join the mile-high club?”

“We were already part of it, babygirl. And no. You look as exhausted as I feel. Come on.” He intertwines our hands, sending a small gummy smile my way as he stands up and leads me to one of the private quarters at the back of the plane. He kicks his shoes to a random part of the room uncaringly (which nearly gives me a heart attack, seeing as they cost over two million won), and slams himself down on the bed before burrowing under the covers. I slide off my own shoes, before crawling in beside him. He shuffles closer, so we’re practically nose-to-nose. I move my legs to tangle with his, wrapping our arms around one another as we practically become one. His eyes stay locked on mine, nose scrunching up a little when he realises I’m looking right back.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

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thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed! i’m thinking about publishing a new series soon, but i don’t know :) i’m gonna miss RIOH :(

Spirits Blossom [Jimin x Reader]

Pairing: Soft Dom!Jimin x Sub Fem!Reader

Genre: 18+ MINORS DNI Smut, Porn with some plot, worship, orgasm denial, praise kink

Synopsis: Jimin is a spirit of desire. The story of "The Legend of Florere Pond" is a folktale passed down for generations about a desire-granting spirit that lived in a peach blossom pond. (Y/N), who has been having a rough time, seeks out this spirit in hope of release. He is more than happy to help with those desires in any way he can.

Word Count: 3.6k

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She was desperate.

The Legend of Florere Pond is the passed-down town tale in (Y/N)’s town. If you walked far enough into the forest, you’d find its entrance close to a sycamore tree. People say very few people have come across it, as only those deemed worthy by the spirit guarding it are allowed to pass into its domain. Those who have claimed to see it described it as a tranquil icy blue pond with the most transparent, beautiful water. Peach trees in perpetual bloom cascaded their blossoms decorating the lake in a light pink layer. Speckling the pink lay differing greens of lilypads. Most importantly: when you touch down upon the water, blooming ripples would sprout from your fingertips and reflect a gentle finger mirroring yours from the depths below. If you managed to coax the spirit out, he would be able to see into your deepest desires.

(Y/N) needed some sort of escape, the world had gotten too fast. Work had been a nightmare, her co-workers only harassed her more due to her being a new employee, and her boss only fed into it. Her family had cut her out recently due to a fallout over her choice to leave law school. On top of all of that? Her best friend had recently stopped talking to her. The last solace of her day was her pet cat that she could come home and talk to, but no one ever gave her full accompaniment. Everything had felt empty, gray.

God, what would she do for a bit of color? And, my, did Florere Pound sound radiant.

She kissed her cat on top of the forehead between the ears, giving one last scratch after feeding him. Then, she slung a bag over her shoulders and head out. The sun rained upon her, covering her in a blanket of summertime warmth. Yet, that warmth did little to reach near her bones, only touching the surface of the tension that gnawed like frostbite inside of her. She found herself at the edge of tall trees looming above her, blocking out the sun from her once more. With one foot, she stepped inside and began to roam through.

It was much chillier within the walls of the forest. The trees were too thick to truly see anything through them, and she had turned too many times to find which way she had begun. Her heart beat faster as she got more committed to the forest, and the realization set in. Everything had looked the same, growing dizzier and dizzier, tree, upon the grass, upon another tree, upon a puddle. Everything was the same over and over, nothing defining enough use as a landmark. No sycamore tree was in sight, and (Y/N) grew desperate. 

“Shit!” She yelled as she looked at what she could only assume was the same tree she had usually been looking at, and kicked a rock in her frustration. It batted against the bark of the tree, doing little to hurt it.

(Y/N) took out her phone- no signal. She’d have to wander until she was close enough to get at least a bar. That way she could look up on maps some routes to get back.

She turned around for what she could only assume was the seventeenth time she had decided to ‘turn around’ to find her way back, and began to walk again. How naive did she have to be to believe in some ‘spirit’ anyway?

Looming above her was a tree that contrasted beyond the rest. It was a striking white, with crawling limbs touching the sky, and patches of leaves dwindling off it. A sycamore tree.

‘Come closer, I want to see you.’

The whispery voice shimmered in her ears, she could almost feel the light tease of lips against her ear with how intimately close the voice was to her. A light breeze brought goosebumps across her neck, feeling like nails tickling down her back, carving the arch within it. Her eyes widened, and she felt the pull to the sycamore tree in front of her.

All doubts began to slowly flood her mind, and that simple touch released the tension that was in her shoulders. She turned back sharply, to see nothing behind her as if she had imagined it all in her head. Once more she looked at the sycamore tree, every second that she wasn’t getting closer to it felt like reigning in a pulling force. So, she gave in, allowing herself to be pushed in front of it.

Yet, beyond the tree there was nothing, so she lightly touched it, running her fingers against the rough bark. A wave of dizziness crashed over her, and she tried to keep upright, holding onto the tree to keep herself up. She swung around to rest her back against it, her breath growing into heaves as she fought against the darkness that was swallowing her.

‘It’s okay.’ The same voice reassured lightly, ‘You’ll be here soon.’

Her head felt heavy as she raised it, feeling her whole world turned upside down. She was curled up into herself on the ground, the sun glistening upon her once more. Her vision slowly adjusted, and she saw herself, slightly distorted below her. Slowly raising up in confusion, she looked down to see her reflection, rippling against light ripples within a body of water. Adorned in the water floated by soft pink blossoms- peach blossoms. It was real all along? 

There was only one way to test that theory. She reached her hand into the water, dipping the very tip of her index finger into the water, and reflecting upon it: another finger similar to hers.

“(Y/N),” the voice whispered, “(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N).”

“What?” She responded a bit confused, she could tell the voice was one of a male.

“Such a pretty name, (Y/N).” He said again, his voice was airy and bright, almost in a teasing tone.

“Thank you?” she responded in confusion, “Is this…”

“Florere Pond? Yes.” He said.

(Y/N) looked around, seeing everything around her, it was truly as colorful as all the tales told it to be. Peach trees completely surrounded the pond, fog lingering between them, and the lake was such a vibrant aqua.

“Look,” the voice called, “Look into the water.”

She looked down, and gently swiped her arm across the water, pushing away the petals that covered the surface. There, lingering in the reflection showed a boy, reflecting as if he was right above the pond as she was. He had beautiful pink hair, and plump lips to match his soft face. His smile reached into his eyes as he laughed a bit, wearing a silky white shirt that near translucent, and tight black dress pants that wrapped around high-waisted. 

“Let’s get acquainted, shall we? It’s only fair you get to know me if I grant you your deepest desires,” he said, slowly his reflection got close to yours, the volume raising as he did. Yet, when she looked above the water next to her, there was nothing.

“My name is Jimin,” He whispered, “and all I am here to do is help you, take care of you, please you.”

“... Jimin?” She whispered looking at his reflection, and he nodded as he smiled, his hand slowly reaching over to her face, yet all she felt was heat against the area.

“It sounds prettier from you,” he laughed teasingly into her ear as he stroked his thumb on her cheek.

She felt herself get warmer from the attention, and tried to collect the words as they scattered in her mind.

“I, just, didn’t want to be alone.” she finally stammered out, looking at the spirit.

“I know,” he whispered, “You just need some time to relax, to get away from the ‘real world’ for a moment.” 

“It’s been all too much,” she whispered, tears beginning to glisten, as did the surface of the water, her eyes.

Jimin smiled lightly again and leaned closer to her ear again. The same tingly sensation rose within her stomach as he did.

“It’s okay, here we’re alone, and we can do whatever you want.” he said quietly, “I know you’re thinking of so many ways I could help you relax right now. Every single touch is sending you into overdrive, I see it, I feel it.”

He wasn’t even corporal, and this spirit had managed to make her stomach erupt. Every inch of her skin was begging to feel the same sensations as her neck and ear had to the mere existence of a breeze that she took to be his breath.

“Please,” she finally released, this spirit had managed to gain trust through mere subtleties.

He laughed a bit, “Whatever you so desire, my dear.”

The reflection disappeared, and for a moment she felt alone once more. The air grew thick as she looked down, confused. The water began to ripple a bit, and slowly the ends of pink hair peaked through the blossoms, a head raising out of the water, soon following the soaked shirt of Jimin, clinging tightly against his skin as he pulled himself out. He was lean, but muscular through and through. Seeing him outside of a reflection set it for her, and the comforting smile he gave once his eyes opened to meet hers.

“I’ll give you the best night of your life,” he said, moving closer to her as the peach blossoms moved against his path, “You’ll go back to your world feeling more relaxed than you ever have if you so let me.”

He leaned forward and coyishly moved to rest his head in the cranny of her neck, looking innocently up into her eyes. Yet, beyond it was a devilish smirk. He was an enigma to anything you had ever seen before, a toying playful spirit, a helpful hand, and a sinner wrapped up into one being.

“Yes,” she let out lightly, looking down at the spirit beneath her. He laughed lightly, sending shivers once more down her body as he did right against the skin of her neck.

Slowly his lips connected to the skin, his hand slowly trailing to the arch of her back again, resting in it as she pushed herself forward into his touch. He kissed lightly against it, his lips exploring every inch of the area, moving up to her jaw, and cheek, and then slowly meeting with half-lidded eyes into hers.

“Oh (Y/N),” he whispered, “I’ve had my eyes on you for a while. It took you so long just to come to wander into my domain so that I could see you for myself.”

So he had known her? She gulped against his words and opened her eyes.

“I caught your attention?” she whispered.

“Of course, you did, dear.” he smirked, “And I could only hope you’d welcome me in.”

Once more he resumed what he was doing, connecting his lips against hers in a gentle romantic kiss. The mere touch sent sparks throughout the entirety of (Y/N)’s body, his kiss served as a miracle giver, a blessing upon her. Every stroke and touch took every worry and pulled it out upon release. It was magical. He got growingly more curious as his lips trailed down to the edge of her shirt, looking up at her once more with eyes growing in his own sinful desire.

“Would you like me to remove this for you, dear?” he asked, leaving her just to breathlessly nod.

Slowly his fingers hooked around the edges of her shirt, lifting it up, his hands holding her hips as he reached down and kissed upon the edges of her breasts that showed beyond the bra that was still covering them. Soon, he grew a tiny bit rougher as he sucked, leaving purple blooms to begin to grow. He grew greedier upon each one, and she only grew more desperate against the teasing.

Soon her own hand began to explore, running fingers through his pink hair, which was awfully soft. Her hand trailed against his back and ran up his shirt, running nails down his back lightly.

“You’re getting needier,” he laughed a bit as he still kept low, “it’s cute.”

The praise only sent her into more desire as she nodded.

He ran his lips down to the base of her stomach, looking at her shorts, hooking around them as well as he pulled them down, hooking around the panties as he basked in her full glory.

“Ah, my apologies, it must be so rude for me not even to give back.” He smiled as he pulled back for a moment, and she gasped out at the lack of touch. The cold kiss of air against her clit made her shiver. Slowly he pulled off his own shirt, revealing abs that glistened against the surface of the water. He removed his pants, to reveal his true desires as well, hiding as he too was awfully aroused, shown in the tent in his boxers. Soon, those were off too as he sprung out, hitting his stomach. He gave off a show as he removed his clothes, turning, making sure each article took as long as possible to take off.

“Please,” she pleaded, “Jimin-”

“You’re so impatient darling” he whispered as he looked at her, watching as she was practically squirming.

Her own finger slowly lowered down to her clit, rubbing against it as she was desperate. The finger glided along perfectly as the arousal slicked her already.

“Shh” he reached forward and grabbed her wrist, stopping her movement and making her whine, “I’m supposed to be the one pleasuring you darling, don’t you remember?”

Biting her lip she nodded, this spirit singlehandedly was the most caring, and pleasurable being.

“I want to worship and bask in your beauty” he whispered, “In hopes that you’d see the same reflection I see of you in front of me, the you I’ve wanted for so so long, darling.”

Slowly he kissed down lower and lower against her, his lips grazing her folds, pulling her forward so that her legs dangled into the pond he stood in.

“Jimin please just touch me,” she whispered.

He licked his lips as he looked up at her, “I want to savor every single taste of you darling, you have to be patient with me.” 

Slowly he reached forward and pressed deeper into her, lips connecting with her clit as he began to lick, lips connecting his spit with her own wetness against her. She felt a wave of pleasure rack over her as his tongue worked against her, everything so smooth. She leaned herself back, bucking her hips up into his mouth as her head tilted back, moans falling out of her mouth as he worked against her.

He rested his hands against her hips, helping her hold herself up as he did just as he promised- savoring every single bit of her he got on his tongue, working perfectly as he licked stripes running up and down her, stimulating her clit with a flick. He kissed her again as his fingers tightened on her hips. Her own hands found his hair and tightened, pushing him further down on her. He didn’t mind it in the slightest.

“So sweet” he whispered as he pulled away for a second, just for her to push him back in, and he hummed against her pleased despite the forcefulness.

Her stomach tightened a bit as she felt herself getting close, Jimin slowly pulled away as he looked up at her, making her whine.

“Not yet, darling, there’s still so much we have to do,” he said, “I can’t have you releasing this early.” 

He raised himself a bit more out of the water, his dick fresh out against the air. (Y/N) leaned up and looked down at it, her hand reaching down and wrapping around the base as she began to pump it.

“Ah- now you don’t have to please me,” Jimin insisted as he leaned his head back, the smirk still coming onto his face as he watched her practically fall apart in desperation, crawling to him. It lit up a fire within him that he made the cool facade.

“I want to” she whispered, “God, I really want to.”

Jimin couldn’t argue with that as he bit his lip, nodding, letting her pump him for a bit, his own moans coming out.

“(Y/N), you’re so pretty like this,” he said smiling as he looked down.

“You do too,” She said quietly as she looked up at him.

His own hand trailed down as she pumped, and head down to her entrance, slowly teasing it with his finger, before smoothly plunging into her, beginning to move. She moaned and her hand fell back, not stopping her movements on him as he pumped him. Slowly he added a second, moving faster as she gasped, spreading her legs.

“More,” she whispered breathlessly, making Jimin tease a smile against his lips, which were agape.

“Anything for you,” he whispered, “Your begging would make me want to do anything.”

He moved to line himself up with her entrance, before slowly pushing in. She felt full as he did, and all of her worries completely drained at that point, leaving her just to focus on the pleasure he gave.

He thrusted into her, rocking his hips slowly as he wrapped his arms around her, pushing her closer to the edge of the pond. All (Y/N) could do was wrap her arms around him as well, holding him as she dug her nails into his back. She held her head into his neck, moaning into the skin.

“Jimin” she moaned, “God, Jimin.”

The way she said his name sent him into overdrive, feeling himself shiver.

“Oh (Y/N),” he whispered into her ear again, making the goosebumps raise again, his hips rocked rhythmically, skillful and graceful. The water rippled in time with his thrusts below him.

Slowly he pulled her deeper into the water, making her gasp, but the water was warm around her. Blossoms floated around her as they tingled against her back, surrounding the both of them as Jimin didn’t even stutter in his thrusts, getting only faster as he did. His mouth roamed once more and found her neck, kissing hickies right into the skin again.

She felt herself getting close, “Jimin-” she whispered, “Jimin-”

Jimin picked her up and pulled out of the water again, stopping his movements for a moment, and making her gasp.

“No-” she sobbed out at the sudden loss of buildup. Jimin fully removed himself from the water, pining her down underneath him.

“Not yet,” he whispered into her ear, “Not yet, not yet”

He reached his thumb down and teased her clit again, still deep inside of her. Once more he rocked slowly, now on top of her as she lay on her back in the soft grass. Jimin was beautiful with the sun reflecting on top of him, and he was glowing. His thrusts once more resumed at a normal pace, making her grow more desperate.

“Please, please let me come!” she cried out, feeling her orgasms get closer and closer each time they were denied.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he whispered, his thrusts suddenly gaining in pace as he got even faster against her, rocking her chest up and down. He took the opportunity to take one in his hand, kneading it and teasing against the nipple, his mouth going to work at the other one.

“I'm coming!” She yelled as Jimin moved out, and she felt her whole world rock around her as her hips spasmed, sharp squirts falling out, and Jimin smirked as he squirted all over him, feeling proud as he did, still rubbing her clit harshly to pull her through the orgasm. Once she was done, he pumped himself a couple of times, moaning as he too came on her stomach.

(Y/N), as she lay on the floor, felt lighter than she ever had, looking up into Jimin’s eyes, which had lost the arousal and were replaced with the same innocence she saw earlier.

“Oh, (Y/N),” he whispered, “we made such a mess,” he said leaning down and resting his head on the middle of her chest.

Her eyes widened at the two sides of this man and nodded. 

“How do you feel?” he asked, hand reaching to stroke her cheek once more, caringly.

“So, much lighter,” was all she could get out, she felt like she wanted to lie there forever, in the midst of the peach blossom-covered grass with the man who just made all of her worries go away.

“Good,” he whispered, “Then your desire is fulfilled?”

“No, replaced,” she responded, “I want you.”

He laughed, “That’s a hard bargain,” he whispered, “But anything for you.”

She had fallen asleep soon after.

Ring. Ring.

She groggily turned her head, looking next to her, 7:00 A.M, her alarm for work was going off. Part of her wished that she could close her eyes and go back to that pond, return to that dream state once more. Yet, she had duties. The eyes of that man lingered in her mind, feeling disappointed as she had to go brush her teeth. She got into her work clothes and was prepared to start another god-forsaken day.

She head out of her apartment and opened the door to look to see the apartment next to her was fully sold, with boxes adorning the outside of it.

“Hello!” that voice.

She looked down the hall to see the same man from her dreams walk forward, carrying a box.

“My name is Jimin. I think you live in room 130, right? I’m moving into 131! I hope we can be good friends!” he bowed politely to you. A teasing smirk though ghosted beyond that bow.

Into Eternity - Part XIII

Holy wow it’s been a minute. Sorry about that loves, but here’s an update on a oldie but a goodie! Hope you enjoy, love you all lots!

As per usual I don’t own the photo.

Pairing: Park Jimin X Reader Genre: Fantasy!AU, Romance

Warnings: Smut (You heard me), Oral sex (male receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (be safe guys!), coarse language.

The sun pricked at the sky as you looked out of your window. You felt weaker and weaker as the days progressed. You really were starting to worry for your health. The coughs that wracked your frame made you dizzy, and the food Hoseok brought didn’t make you feel any better. 

You were surprised that the man had taken care of you for the time being. It made you wonder about him...

Each time you coughed or wobbled getting to your feet... Hoseok was there to help you. It was truly odd, making you ponder on the possibility of him warming up to you. Or if he was buttering you up for slaughter. 

Hoseok wasn’t an idiot, but neither were you. You saw that rage and anger in his eyes before departing here. However, it had waned over the past months. He didn’t seem angry with you anymore. He seemed more... defeated? Exhausted?

The man looked as if something was troubling him, deeply. You wanted to ask him about his stresses, but you knew that he’d never divulge you in such intimate details of himself. Hoseok was a mysterious man who was dead set on keeping his innermost thoughts and feelings to himself. 

You couldn’t blame him for that either. He was a serious individual, although Jungkook swears he’s much more lively the more you get to know him. You hadn’t met Hoseok on good terms, perhaps if you’d gotten to know each other in different circumstances... Maybe you two could’ve even been friends. 

Jungkook and Taehyung both say that Hoseok was a good person. He is merely distraught over the death of his wife and child. 

You knew what Jimin’s death would do to you. So, blaming Hoseok for his grief wasn’t fair. Although people would argue that his treatment of you wasn’t an even exchange. 

Gazing as the sun began to crest at the top of the treeline near the castle walls you saw a small speck in the distance. It was small, but moving towards the palace with gusto. Fear trickled down your spine. 

Who could it be...?

“H-Hoseok!” you cried, coughing harshly at the tone of your voice. 

Within moments you heard a reply, “Yes, Lady Y/N?”

“W-Who is i-t that comes?” you asked. “There’s someone coming!”

Hoseok looked out of the window as he climbed the tower to where you were. There indeed was someone approaching the castle. More than one individual he saw. As he reached the top of the stairs he saw you looking for yourself. Biting your lip you tried to squint to focus your vision.

“Lady Y/N, I should tell you,” Hoseok began.

“What is it?”

“I sent for help,” Hoseok stated. 

“Help with Morgana?” you questioned.

You’d know of her imprisonment underneath the palace for a few days. Hoseok came back, battered and bruised, hauling her unconscious frame behind him. When you’d asked what had happened, he merely told you he went hunting... And found her near a spring, taking a sacrifice. In her distracted state he was able to attack and get her under his control. He had taken off his necklace from Father Jin in order to subdue her magic enough to bring her back here to lock her up for the time being.

“Yes and no. You’re ill, and Father Jin will be able to help you,” he explained. “Your illness is progressing, I can’t watch this anymore.”

“Father Jin...?” you whispered, looking at the carriage more clearly now.

“And no doubt Jungkook for protection,” Hoseok added.

“Just Father Jin and Jungkook,” you frowned. 

Hoseok watched your entire frame deflate as your eyes grew tired once more. He frowned before doing what he knows he shouldn’t. 

He wasn’t supposed to be kind to you... Morgana would be furious.

“My lady I highly doubt the Prince would let them come here without taking him as well,” he explained.

Your head whipped to him, eyes big with hope. “Do you think? Do you think he’s with them?” you questioned. 

“I’d see it very unlikely if he wasn’t,” he said, feeling his heart clench in pain at the elated expression that came over your face. 

“I need to go, I need to meet him,” you breathed, stumbling over to your dresser and pulling on some boots that had been placed there. You laced them tightly, keeping them secure on your feet.

“My Lady, you’re sick I can’t let you go-”

“Don’t tell me, I already know. I want to see my husband,” you breathed, coughing lightly when you stood up. “I need a cloak..”

You threw open your wardrobe and pulled on the thick fur cloak you’d ridden here in. Quickly, you had it over your shoulders and you were heading for the door. Hoseok didn’t try to stop you as you rushed past him. He knew it wouldn’t be worth it to fight with you.

You couldn’t feel your legs as you flew down the stairs. Your lungs were terribly upset at working this hard, but you didn’t care in the slightest. Jimin was waiting for you. 

Hauling yourself to the bottom of the steps you heard your feet hitting the stonework of the old palace. The corridors moved by quickly, torn tapestries and aged paintings seeming to urge you on. 

He’s right there. Almost there... They seemed to whisper their encouragement, because soon he was going to be there with you. So close. 

When you hit the main entrance you pushed the door open. You saw the horses now, working hard to pull the carriage through the snow. It seemed as if your feet didn’t need the command from you to move as you took off. The snow clung to your boots, making it hard for you to run. 

Pulling your feet from their icy captors you kept on, your eyes starting to tear up with the idea of holding your husband in your arms again. Just a little more, you were closer now. 

Jimin looked and saw a figure trekking through the snow from his window. Your hair flew out from underneath the hooded cloak you’d covered yourself in. Jimin watched as you flung yourself through the heavy wetness that had covered the ground. 

“Jungkook stop the carriage, let me out!” Jimin ordered. 

“Woah!” Jungkook demanded, having the steeds slow their pace,

Jimin didn’t even wait for them to stop completely, you were only a few steps away. Throwing the door to the cabin open he jumped out, taking off running towards you. 

“Highness a cloak!” Father Jin stated, but he didn’t hear him.

“Y/N!” Jimin shouted, stumbling against the new medium.

“JIMIN!” you screamed back, cloak hood coming down to reveal your flushed face to him.

Your heart was pounding against your ribs as you saw Jimin’s hair, his eyes, his lips. God had you missed him. Your memory didn’t do him any justice as he slowly came into your vision. Beautiful pink lips, swollen from his teeth worrying them. His bright eyes that held so much adoration and emotion in them. Billowing blonde hair that was longer than the last time you’d seen him. He hadn’t cut it.

So close now... You reached out and so did he. Arms waiting for the embrace. The two of you collided, wrapping around one another and chests heaving. You sobbed into his shoulder, tightly winding your hands into his hair. Jimin was in a similar state, eyes clouded with tears as he tried to ease his heartbeat. 

You were there, you were in his arms and you were safe.

“Darling, my love look at me,” Jimin urged, pulling away to look into your eyes. Your eyes shone with your own emotions, tears pouring down your red cheeks. “God, I missed you.”

“Jimin,” you whimpered, holding his face. “I missed you too. I love you so much, my God.” 

Jimin brought you into his arms again, lifting you slightly as he kept his arms around your frame. He couldn’t feel any bones, and he knew that was a good sign. You were shaking in his grasp, placing soft kisses on his face. 

“God, Y/N,” he cried, placing his lips on your firmly.

You’d forgotten how much you loved his mouth. It made your heart rage with love and warmth you’d been devoid of for so long. Finally Jimin was here with you, you could kiss him and hold him close. 

“Mmm, Jimin, I love-mmm, I love you,” you murmured in between his kisses. 

“I love you too, I love you so much Y/N,” he whispered, placing delicate kisses to your flesh. 

You couldn’t feel the cold, because all you could sense around you was Jimin. He was all there was, you and him. His strong embrace and warm chest that made you want to sleep there forever. 

“Jimin,” you breathed, loving the way his name sounded on your tongue. 

“My love, you’re ill, why are you out here?” he asked, pulling your cloak around you tighter. You shook your head and brought your mouth to his again, loving the wet and soft sensation it brought you. Jimin sighed heavily against your mouth, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. 

He couldn’t win against you, and he knew it. There would be no point in trying to reprimand you, because he was so glad you’d come out to greet him. His mouth worked against yours in a frenzy, wanting nothing more than to devour you whole. 

Your knees clacked together as the chill settled in your bones. You wavered in your stance, but Jimin kept you upright. “My darling, we need to get you inside,” he whispered. 

“I want to kiss you more,” you whined, placing a gentle peck on his lips. 

“There will be plenty of time for that, but you are sick. I want to make sure you get well as soon as possible, and I can kiss you anywhere... And I plan to kiss you everywhere,” he smirked, licking his lips lightly. 

You shuddered from the promise before allowing him to lift you into his embrace. Wrapping your arms around his neck you placed your forehead against his, smiling brightly as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. Father Jin was quick to come and greet you as well, Jungkook following in his footsteps. 

Hoseok watched from the tower you’d ran out from. 

The whole sight was beautiful. You running to each other, finally getting to embrace after so long. Hoseok felt a small tear fall down his cheek, one he wiped away furiously. 

Would that be what he and his wife would do?

He swallowed hard and watched as Jimin spun you around, making you burst into laughter. A cough wracked your frame and Jimin kissed your head gently. Father Jin came in and place a few drops of something into your mouth before Jimin headed for the door.

Hoseok removed himself from the window and went downstairs. There was much to discuss.

—

When Jimin was certain you were wrapped up and warm in your bed, he found himself able to leave your side long enough to gather the men downstairs.

“Highness,” Hoseok greeted formally. Jimin brought Hoseok into a tight hug.

“Thank you,” he breathed. “Thank you for keeping her safe for me. I am eternally grateful for you, remember this.”

Hoseok’s mouth turned sour at the Prince’s genuine words. These weren’t the words he deserved to hear. His stomach churned as he stepped away, bowing in Jimin’s direction.

“It was my duty, I am glad she is safe,” he agreed.

“Now, we must speak of what to do with that putrid hag downstairs,” Jimin growled. Jungkook looked to the stairs then to Hoseok.

“Has she said anything?”

Hoseok shook his head. “Silent as ever. Only groans and something about a sacrifice, but other than that? Nothing.”

Jimin’s fists tensed. “I want to see her, I want to see the thing that’s been threatening my family for centuries,”  he growled.

“No, highness, it’s not worth it,” Jungkook stated.

“She needs to die, once she is killed Lady Y/N and you can be safe. As well as the Kingdom,” Hoseok explained.

“When should we kill her?”

“I have a poison that I can use on my blades to pierce her heart, once I do so, she will be no more,” Hoseok declared.

“Where did you find it? How do you know it will work?” Jungkook asked.

“Just... trust me, please,” Hoseok said, “It’s the only chance we have.”

“I’ll take you at your word, Hoseok,” Jimin said. 

“Where shall the deed take place?” Jungkook asked, looking around at the group before him. 

“There is a monument to the East, one that was built by his Highness’ ancestor. There’s a ceremonial table in the middle where he killed his beloved, I say that is where we should kill her,” Hoseok said. 

Jungkook was about to question something Hoseok said, but Jimin was quick to cut him off. 

“That sounds perfect, Hoseok, that will be where the dreaded witch takes her last breath,” Jimin declared. 

“Gentleman,” Father Jin approached, “I have received a bird from Lord Taehyung. He and Yoongi would like to be here for the witch’s end. Lord Taehyung said he would be leaving shortly after the message was sent to me,” Father Jin explained. 

“Then we wait for Taehyung,” Jimin agreed. “He has helped a great deal and should be able to bear witness to this feat of the Kingdom.”

Hoseok felt his stomach turn uneasily. Jimin was so trusting of him and everything he’d done. But all that he’d really did was lie to his future King’s face. Something that is punishable by death...

Was he merely sewing his own demise in this scenario?

The witch had come to a broken, and defeated man. One who had just lost everything... W-Was she going to hold up her end of the bargain? Who was to say she had to?

Hoseok felt bile rise in his throat. 

Jimin noticed his friend’s unease. 

“Hoseok, perhaps you should go lie down for a while, you’ve done such a great job of caring for Y/N, but now it is time for you to rest. Eat, drink and revel at another time. Now is your time to breath, and perhaps find it in your heart to forgive me,” he said, touching his shoulder. 

“W-Why would I need to forgive you majesty?” he asked. 

“Because I was the one who took you away from your wife and child. I put that unnecessary anxiety on you... I should’ve chosen someone else, anyone else... Or waited. I apologize for that. And you, you have my trust in whatever you may ask for it in, because you have cared for Y/N while she has been sick. While I couldn’t keep her close to me, you did that, and I will forever show you my gratitude in any way you might ask for it,” Jimin said, genuine promise in his features. 

Hoseok felt his stomach churn once more before he was getting sick. Father Jin and Jimin were right next to him moments later. 

“Hoseok? Are you alright?” 

“Perhaps caring for Lady Y/N all this time has taken its toll on the man,” Father Jin concluded. 

“He needs rest,” Jimin stated, “Take him to his room and get him something to help with his nausea.”

Father Jin nodded and helped guide him away from the group. 

But the nausea didn’t decrease in any way, it only grew...

—

Jimin walked into your room slowly, making a point not to wake you.

“Jimin,” you whispered, lighting a candle and gazing at his form entering the space.

“Ah, my dear. I was hoping you were still asleep,” he said sheepishly, rubbing his neck.

“You aren’t good at sneaking around my love,” you whispered, teasing him.

“You should be resting,” Jimin lamented, coming to bed.

“I don’t want to rest,” you whispered.

Jimin looked into your eyes.

“What was that?” He said, raising a brow.

Slowly, you peeled away your dressing gown to reveal a beautiful, red silk nightdress. Jimin swallowed thickly as he observed your body before him.

“I. Don’t want. To rest,” you emphasized the phrase.

“Oh?” Jimin felt fire running through his veins.

“I was going to save this until after the witch parishes but... I think now is as good a time as any,” you bit your lip.

“My darling, are you sure?” He asked, cradling your cheek in his palm.

“I want you so badly, Jimin, please don’t make me wait any longer,” you begged.

Jimin shot into action, grasping your hips and pulling you to him in a hurry of limbs. You gasped when your lips collided, molding together perfectly.

“Jimin,” you breathed, holding his shoulders as he kissed your jawline.

“I’ve waited so long to have you. But now that the moment is here I... I feel unprepared,” Jimin admitted.

“We don’t have to do this now, we can wait,” you said, hating the thought but not wanting Jimin to be uncomfortable.

“No, I want this. I want you, I’m just... I’m nervous,” he blushed. You leaned forward and rested your foreheads together.

“I am as well, we’ll figure it out together, okay?” 

He nodded, intertwining his fingers with yours. You smiled down at your locked hands. Your rings were glittering in the candle light.

“I love you,” you whispered, looking into his eyes.

Jimin smiled back softly, kissing your fist. “I love you too.”

Gently, Jimin pushed you into your back. You let yourself fall down, hair billowing out underneath you. Jimin took a strand and let it run through his fingers.

A soft kiss was pressed to your hairline, then your nose, lips and jaw. Jimin sampled each section of your body as if it was a full course banquet with no end. As Jimin presses a kiss to your pelvis, you whimpered lightly. He looked up, making eye contact with you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, rubbing your hip.

“Yes,” you nodded, “I’m fine, please don’t stop.”

Jimin nodded and went back to work, kissing your body slowly. You felt adored, like you were a piece of fine art that he was marveling.

Every part of you was new to him, well, almost.

Jimin has been privy to your womanhood once before. But you hadn’t done anything near that since then. Besides bathing together. The thought saddened you. You received all the pleasure that night. You were going to remedy that.

Just as Jimin was going to pull up your dress, you placed a hand on his wrist. He stopped in his tracks and looked at you with a worried expression.

“Did I go too far? Do you want to stop?” He asked.

“No, I want to try my hand at pleasuring my husband,” you smirked. 

Jimin breathed out harshly, nodding before you and leaning back in bed. You moved over his frame, smiling at his flushed expression. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, getting up on his elbows to kiss you.

A chaste touch of lips was all you allowed as you diverted your attention to the growing tent in his pants. Unfastening the ties you allowed yourself moments of deep breaths. Jimin was panting, looking at you through his lashes. Sending him a small smile you finally got his pants undone. 

“Lift your hips up for me,” you said, tugging on his trousers. He did so, lifting his butt up off the bed and giving you a nice view up his tunic. The flash of skin you saw was so enticing you hardly noticed he was bare from the hips down. 

Jimin was fully aware of his nakedness. 

“Darling,” he whined, resting his head back. You shook yourself out of your stupor and turned your eyes back to his erection. You blushed bright pink as you looked at it for a few moments, unsure of where to start. 

“How do I...? I’ve never,” you trailed off, looking up at the ceiling for a few moments. 

“Here, like this,” Jimin said, reaching forward to take your hand. Unconsciously, you jumped. Jimin soothed your nerves, running his fingers over your knuckles to calm your racing heart. Slowly, you wrapped your hand around his arousal. He grunted softly at the contact, making your heart flutter with approval.

You gave him a few tentative strokes, light and noncommittal in their pressure. Jimin’s eyes still rolled back in his head as he struggled to breathe. “Baby, keep going, t-tighter,” he pleaded, gripping the sheets in his fists. Loving the reactions already, you did as he asked. Tightening you grip you firmly stroked him. Your husband cried out, arm covering his eyes as if he were embarrassed by his reactions. 

“I-I want to... Um,” you flushed at your promiscuous thought. 

You wanted to put him in your mouth, so badly. You’d barely gotten hold of this motion and you already wanted to go further. Jimin lifted his head and looked at you. 

“Are you alright-ah! E-ease up for a moment darling,” he said, stopping your motions with his hand on your wrist. 

You shuffled in your nightgown, biting your lip habitually. 

“I-I want to.. Want to put you... In m-my mouth,” you covered your face with your hands, ready to hear how you were a disgusting harlot with thoughts like these. All you got was a surprised sound from the man in front of you. 

“Y-You want to? Really?” he asked, sounding breathless at the mere notion of the action.

“Yes...?” you said, peeking your eyes out from behind your hands. 

“Please, I would love that. I-I’ve thought of it often while you’ve been away,” he said, pressing his thumb to your lips lovingly. 

On instinct you opened your mouth and took his thumb between your lips. Jimin groaned at the feeling and you moved your tongue along his finger slowly. Quickly you found yourself on your back with Jimin in between your legs. You bit your lip once more, almost drawing blood from the action. 

“I don’t know if I can wait that long. I’m not sure I’m going to last long once I get inside of you,” he whined, kissing your jawline in anxiety. 

“I want to, please,” you begged. 

“Anything you want, anything,” he agreed, shuffling to the side of the bed. 

“Should I... Um, how should I?” you asked, gown falling down your shoulder just a tad. 

“Come over here and get on your knees in front of me, let me get you a pillow first, hang on,” he worried, grabbing the object and placing it down in front of him on the floor. You got up on wobbly legs and then situated yourself on your knees in front of him. 

“Okay,” you said, taking the shawl that was covering your arms and removing it. Jimin made a small noise in the back of his throat as he saw more of your skin. 

“Are you comfortable?” he asked, brushing your hair back with his fingers. 

“Yes, I feel fine,” you answered, kissing his palm to assure him. 

“Okay, come here and give me a kiss then,” he said, leaning down to connect your mouths together again. Jimin nipped at your lower lip, making you open your mouth to question him. But before you could, his tongue slipped inside. You gasped, unsure if you liked the feeling... But the longer Jimin kissed you, the more you were unable to care.

He pulled away, licking his lips as he did so. You felt your heart hammering inside your chest as he started to unbutton his top. Soon it too fell to the floor. Jimin was completely naked before you. You’d seen him in such a state before, that doesn’t mean that you were used to the sight by any means. 

“Alright my love, now open your mouth and spit onto me,” he said, taking his thumb and pressing down on your tongue.

“Waa?” you said, his finger making you unable to speak correctly. 

“Here, like this,” he said, spitting into his hand and stroking himself slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. 

“Okay,” you said after he moved his hand away from your face. 

Scooting forwards you collected some drool in your mouth and held your hair back. Opening your mouth you drooled onto his member, looking thick and long in the flickering light. Jimin hissed at the hot feeling of your spit on him, he pumped himself a few times as the sight of you above him. 

“Now, come forward and just take the tip of me in your mouth,” he instructed. You nodded, moving your head down to take him in your hot mouth. Jimin groaned when you did so, tightening his fist on the bed beside him.

You sucked lightly, as if eating an iced sweet on a hot summer day. Jimin cried out, hips shuddering at the action. You leaned down more, taking his length deeper inside yourself. You looked up to see him staring at you in awe, pleasure written across his features. You could tell he liked it, and you wanted to see him lose control. 

Carefully, you slid your head back, letting his hot erection leave your mouth. He huffed at the sensation, feeling his mind clear up at the lowered pleasure. 

Suddenly, you took him in again, building a soft rhythm of your head. Jimin was shocked, how were you so good already? It wasn’t the best he’d ever received, but it felt even better because it was you giving it to him. 

“Don’t-ugh, d-don’t feel like you have to be perfect right away, you’re doing very well so far, ah!” Jimin encouraged. 

But you wanted to be the best he’d ever had. You were determined to have it be so, even on your first night together. 

Each time he reached the back of your mouth you gagged lightly, making him fuss over you in worry. But you wanted to take him further...

Taking a deep breath you leaned forward and took him deeper into your mouth, past your gag reflex and into your throat, making Jimin cry out in agonizing pleasure.

“Fuck, ah!” he cried, trying to keep himself in line. 

Pulling back you felt drool go down your chin, some connected to him still. Coughing rattled your chest as you tried to soothe your fit. Jimin was immediately kneeling in front of you, brushing the tears from your face as you coughed. 

“My love, please don’t do things like that until you’re ready,” he said, kissing your lips soft.

“But I want,” you coughed, “I want to be perfect for you,” you hiccuped, resting your head on his shoulder. 

“You already are, my darling, you already are. So perfect. You took me so well just then, I felt so good because of you,” he murmured, kissing your head to ease your panicked thoughts. 

“Let me try again,” you said, already pushing him back so you could take him in once more. But he took your wrists in his hands gently, shaking his head. 

“No, not tonight. Now, let’s focus on you, my love,” he smiled. 

Your heart stopped as you realized this was it. 

This was the night you would be losing your maidenhood to your husband. The man you loved. There was no turning back in your mind. You wanted this so bad you could hardly breathe, although the illness didn’t help. 

Jimin helped you stand, bringing you into his arms. 

“I love you so much, I’ll do anything for you,” he breathed into your hair. 

“I love you too, more than I’ll ever be able to say,” you responded. 

“Lie down,” he encouraged, turning you around so your back was to the bed. 

Before you sat down, you took your nightgown and pulled it over your head, throwing it to the floor. Jimin looked at you with such adoration it made your heart hurt. You then complied, laying down on the mattress and soft fabric. 

Jimin, crawled after you, hovering over your body. 

His hand went between your legs, thumb running up your slit gently. You cried out, gripping the sheets out of nerves and pleasure. Jimin dipped one finger into your sweet cunt, it being enveloped up to the knuckle. He moaned quietly as the feeling, he couldn’t believe you were so tight...

“J-Jimin, more,” you mewled, wanting to feel everything. 

“I’ll give it to you, I swear I’ll make sure you can’t leave this bed tomorrow,” he growled, pulling his fingers from you and putting them in his mouth. He nudged your knees apart with his, placing himself between your legs comfortably. 

His length hit your core a few times, making the two of you shudder in anticipation. 

“Are you ready?” he asked, looking down at you. 

“Yes, I’m ready,” you consented, snuggling into the pillows cutely. Jimin smiled at your actions before taking himself in his hands and lining himself up with your entrance.

Slowly, you felt him begin to enter you. It wasn’t painful per se, it was more of a pressure and a little bit of burning. Jimin stopped a few times, making sure you were alright. When his hips met yours, the pair of you huffed in approval. You felt so full, as if you would never need anything ever again. This complete feeling making your head spin with arousal. 

“Oh shit,” he moaned, resting his head on your chest. 

“A-Are you alright?” you asked, chuckling lightly. Jimin was quick to grab your hip to stop you. 

“D-Don’t do that, I can feel every breath you're taking, you’re so tight God damn,” he huffed out. 

“Does it feel good for you?” you asked, scratching down his back gently. 

He bucked into you at your approval, a sharp moan coming from your lips at the action. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him before an answer could come from him. You knew it already, he was feeling what you were feeling too. 

You felt at home like this. 

“You feel incredible around me like this, it’s so hot and tight,” he breathed, grinding against you for your benefit. 

“You too, you feel so good inside me, Jimin,” you whimpered, cheeks flushing at the statement you made. 

It was all so lewd, the heavy breathing and soft smacks of your lips together. 

“Please move, please give it to me, Jimin,” you whined, writhing underneath him. 

How could he deny you of anything in this world?

Pulling his hips back, he fell into a comfortable rhythm. It stung a bit, but nothing you couldn’t get used to. Jimin was focused on the sight of himself disappearing inside of you. It was so mesmerizing how you took him so well, for your first time too. 

He’d never expected it to feel this good, so snug inside your body like this. God it was driving him crazy, the way your chest bounced when he hit inside you deeper than before. Leaning up he took a nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it to give you more stimulation. 

Whining you tangled your fingers in his hair, wanting more of his mouth on your skin. Jimin moved his hips harder, grinding against you when your hips connected. 

“Oh Jimin, so big,” you cried out, gripping onto his shoulders. 

Your heart was pounding as you felt yourself climbing towards a height you didn’t even know existed until this point. Your throat was tight at the emotion swarming in your mind and your chest. 

The love for this man inside you so intense it made you want to weep. 

“God you feel so good,” he groaned against your chest, “get on top of me.”

“Huh?” you said, looking up at him in confusion. 

“Like this, come here,” he said, pulling out of you and rolling over onto his back.

You followed after him, legs already a little jelly like from his incessant pounding. 

Taking his offered hand you straddled the man, his throbbing length sitting right above your clit. Not being able to help yourself you ground against him, his slick member rubbing against your clit in a delicious manner. 

“Fuck you look so pretty like that, rubbing yourself with my cock, it makes me want to fuck you even harder,” Jimin snarled, making goosebumps rise along your skin in pleasure. You wanted that too, you wanted him to fuck you so hard that you didn’t even know your own name. It was intoxicating, the feeling you were experiencing. 

“I want you back inside me,” you groaned, lifting your hips and lowering yourself back onto his cock. 

“Oh shit, darling you feel so fucking incredible,” he groaned. 

“You’re even deeper inside me, so big,” you whined, lifting yourself up and building a rhythm of your own. Jimin grunted each time you found yourself connecting with his hips. 

Taking his thumb he found your clit, rubbing against it gently to give you that extra push of pleasure you didn’t know you needed until now. Now, it wasn’t a build, it was as if you were being hurtled towards that feeling of ecstasy that was waiting beyond the barrier for you.

Jimin was panting at the sensation of being inside you. Walks clenching tightly, sucking him back inside when you lifted yourself off of him.

“I feel strange,” you mewed, gripping onto your husband’s hands for dear life.

“It’s alright, my love, let go for me. Show me how beautiful you look when you cum,” he murmured. 

“Ah! Jimin!”

“Y/N!”

Your vision went hazy as a rush of pleasure coursed through your body. White, hot and suffocating bliss wrapped it’s heated tendrils around your body as you shivered. Jimin kept pushing his hips into you, coaxing you through your orgasm. You felt your body slump over, collapsing onto Jimin’s chest in a heap. 

A soft chuckle could be heard, a small groan following after. 

“Gods that was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life, I thought seeing you naked would take the cake, but that... You’re such a vision my love,” he whispered into your ear. 

Jimin adjusted you on his chest, heart hammering loudly against your ear. 

It was silent besides your harsh breaths and Jimin’s calm hands smoothing down your back. You almost felt your eyes close when his voice crept back into your mind.

“M-My love, I know you’re tired but would you lay back for me?” he asked,  a sheepish look upon his face. 

“Mmm?” you asked, looking up at him with bleary eyes. 

“N-Nevermind darling, just rest,” he coughed. It was then you adjusted your hips and felt his hardness still nestled deep within you. 

“Jimin did you not...?” you asked, shifting your body slightly. 

“N-No I didn’t,” he croaked, your slight motion already creeping him towards that desperate edge. 

“Then by all means,” you said, sitting up and pulling him with you, “Finish what we started.”

Jimin had you pinned on the bed not a moment later, eyes burning like the candle beside you. “Gods I love you. I love you so much,” he murmured for what felt like the ninetieth time this evening. But you’d never tire of hearing it come from his sweet mouth. It was saccharin on his tongue and sure alcohol to your ears. 

You were addicted to this man, and everything he had to give you.

“Ah, Y/N,” he grunted, hips pushing inside of you rather messily. 

“Are you close?” you asked, wondering if his body was nearing that tightening sensation you had felt minutes before. 

“So insufferably close I feel I might die,” he cried, kissing your neck with sloppy passion. 

“Then finish inside me, let’s make an heir tonight,” you encouraged. 

“M-My love?” he asked, looking at you with sure wonder in his eyes. 

“Do it, give me a child Jimin, please,” you begged, gripping your chest as he assaulted your womanhood. 

“Oh fuck,” Jimin groaned, his whole body tensing up.

A shot of warmth filled your stomach as you could tell Jimin was finished. He bucked his length into you a few more times, shuddering as he did so. He must’ve been sensitive, because each time he moved out you clenched, making him grit his teeth. 

“Easy, or you might have twins,” he growled.

You laughed half-heartedly, wincing when he pulled out of you. Jimin came forward, pressing his lips to yours in a soft, but passionate exchange.

“I love you,” you whispered once more.

“I love you too.”

Into Eternity - Part XIV

Holy shit I’m back. Here’s the next chapter, hope you enjoy :)

Pairing: Jimin X Reader

Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Royalty!AU

Words: 5,439

Warnings: Major Character Death

You woke up that morning, warmth covering your back. Jimin’s arm wound tightly around your body. 

Groaning slightly, you shifted in discomfort. Your husband truly did a number on you last night. 

“Darling...?” Jimin said, moving from behind you at your pained noise.

“I’m fine Jimin, go back to bed,” you said, coughing suddenly hitting your chest hard.

“Y/N?” He said, laying you on your back against the pillows. 

Shame crossed his face as he saw the state you were in. Your body bruised from his hands, no doubt between your legs hurt even worse. But what killed him was the smile on your face. It was big and bright, like it always was when you saw him. 

“I’m fine, Jimin, truly-” more coughing came from your lips.

“I’ll get you something,” he said, covering you up with the blankets and hurrying to grab his clothes that had sat on the floor all night.

“Jimin come back to bed,” you whined. Your pleading tone made his fluffy head pop up from the other side of the mattress.

“But you’re sick-” he began.

“Sick and tired of waiting for you to get back in this bed!”

“Now aren’t you a little monster, demanding things so early,” he muttered.

“I’m so sore,” You huffed, leaning back into the pillows. 

“I’m sorry, I should’ve been more gentle,” Jimin lamented.

“You can always make it up to me,” you teased, rubbing a thumb along his pouty lips.

Jimin’s eyes grew wide at your suggestion, taking your thumb in his mouth obediently. Just as you were about to suggest your less than appropriate plan to your husband, a knock came to the door.

“Highness? Lady Y/N? The morning has broken, we have a witch to kill,” Jungkook’s voice echoed through the room.

The playful air diminished as you looked at Jimin with fear in your eyes. 

“Very good, Jungkook. We will be out momentarily,” Jimin answered. 

The sound of the head guard walking away made your body tense. Jimin’s palm found your back as you shuddered from the cold. Bringing your body close to his he sighed. 

“If only we could stay in this bed all day, my love,” Jimin teased, “I wish I never had to see you put on another gown in my life.”

“Yet you’re the one always buying them for me,” you countered.

Jimin laughed and fell back onto the bed with you in his arms. “We’ll be free after this day, Y/N... Free to live how we want... To rule how we want. The Kingdom is ours once we get back to the Royal Palace... What is the first thing you’d like to do as Queen?” he asked.

“First thing I’d like to do as Queen,” you thought... Your eyes became starry as you pondered all the possibilities. Jimin loved this look in your eyes. So sparkly and bright. He’ll never tire of it as you grow old together. Because this is the look of a woman who has a future. Not the dead eyed look of a woman who was not living her days, but existing within them. Your doe eyes made him chuckle, snapping you out of your stupor.

“What’s so humourous to you?” you asked, raising a brow in his direction.

Jimin simply shook his head, placing a kiss on your hairline. 

“Nothing, my love. Nothing at all.”

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The first time you laid eyes on Morgana was horrifically calm. She wasn’t angry, nor was she stupendously hideous. She merely look like a feeble, old woman. One who should be walking around with a cane and a small smile etched into her aged skin. But, you knew the truth about her. She was a wicked, despicable woman. One who prayed on the weak of will and faint of heart. She had a sliver of ice that had consumed her heart and soul. 

Now, as you looked at her in chains, your heart still raced. 

Your palms still sweat.

Because you knew she could kill you. And she would given the chance. 

Jimin’s hand was interlocked with your own. The pair of you were walking behind the procession. Jungkook was at the front, leading with his hand on his saber the entire time. Father Jin and Hoseok were next, holding Morgana with the magically charmed restraints. Lord Taehyung and Yoongi were behind them, keeping a good distance between you and her. 

You looked nervously at Jimin, knowing something was off in the air. You could feel it in your gut, something was wrong. 

“Jimin,” you whispered, leaning into his side. He accepted you there, holding you around the waist as the pair of you walked. 

“Yes my love?” he asked, kissing your head gently. 

“Something is wrong, something doesn’t feel right,” you warned. 

“I understand your nerves, we are about to kill the witch that has made our lives hell. You are nervous, as am I... But I know we must do this. This is the right thing,” Jimin stated. 

“J-Jimin that’s not it,” you whimpered. 

“Y/N? What is it?” he asked. 

“I-”

“Up ahead!” Hoseok shouted, pointing to the monument growing in the distance. 

“Finally, soon we’ll be free,” Jimin breathed. 

Before you in the sky rose four large stone gates that appeared to be facing in the cardinal directions. In the very center was a pedestal, covered in green moss and lichens. You shivered in the chill of the winter air. But how was there life growing upon the rock in this kind of weather?

“Wow, do you feel that?” Jimin asked as the two of you got closer.

“Yes, it feels... Strong,” you whispered back. 

“It’s the magical energy of the monument. It was here before my forefathers were born. They performed all of their rituals here during the dark ages. They prayed to their Gods to provide good harvest, to have the women birth healthy young, for the Kingdom to be prosperous. But they gave that up when the frosts started to become more brutal, women started dying as well as the children. There’s a reason the capitol isn’t here anymore,” Jimin explained.

“Morgana, to the pedestal,” Jungkook practically growled. 

You stood besides Jimin, gripping his hand as you watched the witch get led forward. Father Jin latched his side into a stone hitch that lay towards the back of the cold slab of rock. Hoseok did the same on his side. 

“Morgana, you are here for committing attempted murder on the King and Queen of this Kingdom,” Jungkook began.

“Which one? There’s been many before these little gutter snipes,” she sneered. You cringed as you saw her teeth, cracked and green before you. Jimin held you close, smoothing his hands down your back. 

“Silence you putrid hag!” Jungkook yelled.

“I will read you your rights under God,” Jin said, approaching her with a tenderness she didn’t deserve.

“I don’t believe in your God, take pity on yourself and save the breath, you will need it for when your blood curdling screams take off across the snow later,” she smiled. 

“What?” Taehyung said.

Her broken cackle echoed across the area, filling your stomach to the brim with dread. You knew something wasn’t right. You knew it, and yet you still followed. You let Jimin come here, and now-

SNAP.

The chains that held Morgana’s hands to the rocks broke, as if made of string. Jimin threw you behind him, keeping you out of her sight. 

Jungkook moved to attack, when Morgana moved her hand, sending Jungkook flying into the stone column behind him. 

“Jungkook!” Hoseok yelled. 

“Now now, Hoseok... Let’s not pretend anymore shall we?” she teased. 

Your blood ran cold.

“No,” you breathed, the fog of the word catching in the air in front of your face. But you still found yourself reeling. 

“Hoseok you traitor! I’ll never forgive you for this!” Jimin snarled. 

“I’ll never forgive you for taking me away from my pregnant wife! From my child whom I never got to hold in my arms. No, I had to follow my Prince’s orders and miss my wife’s delivery... But no matter, they will be back soon enough,” Hoseok huffed. 

“Hoseok, they’re gone. But that isn’t Jimin’s fault! It’s her! It’s Morgana’s fault! She’s the one who attacked the village where they were! Jimin had nothing to do with that!” you tried to rationalize.

“He knew she could go into labor any day, and yet he still sent me. Not Jungkook, not my brother Namjoon. Me,” Hoseok stated.

“Hoseok, you were the only man who could do what I asked. You know that!”

“I can’t forgive you Highness... I just... I can’t,” Hoseok whispered. 

“Hoseok dear, I believe it’s time for you to fulfill your end of the bargain,” Morgana chuckled. 

“Yes, I believe it is,” Hoseok said. He took out both of his daggers, wielding them in the air before running.

Straight for you.

You closed your eyes tight and waited for a blow that never came. But a sharp metallic ringing is what echoed through the air, not your screams. You peaked your eye open and saw Jimin, sword drawn and being pushed against by Hoseok’s daggers.

“I won’t let you touch her,” Jimin growled, shoving Hoseok back hard against the rock.

“You won’t get a chance to say otherwise,” Hoseok rebuked. 

The two began to fight. Jimin on the defense while Hoseok came at him again and again. You watched in horror as the two parried and lunged at each other. It was as if they were dancing, each trying to outsmart the other in the way they moved their bodies. 

Hoseok was much more aggressive than Jimin. Hoseok had power behind each move, but Jimin had agility. He swooped and ducked, even falling to the ground to avoid his attacker. 

But Hoseok was getting frustrated fast. He wanted this to end, and quickly.

“Hoseok, we’re like brothers, why are you fighting me?” Jimin asked, practically pleading in his tone. 

“My family was all I had, and you took that away from me... So I’ll take your family away too,” Hoseok stated, lunging past Jimin’s cheek, leaving a cut across the tender flesh there.

“Jimin!” you yelped, moving to rush forward when you were caught around the waist. Taehyung whispered in your ear, pulling you further away from the action.

“Don’t, let them go, they need to do this,” he explained. 

“They’re going to hurt each other, I can’t let that happen,” you whimpered. 

“Neither of them truly want to hurt the other, but we need to fool Morgana” Taehyung whispered.

“But his cheek,” you gaped. 

“It’s all a show, Morgana thinks that Hoseok is on her side...”

“On her side?” 

“Hoseok confessed last night. He told us about his plans and what Morgana was forcing him to do. And that it was all based on the promise of his family being returned to him. But Father Jin discovered that Morgana has never possessed the power to reanimate beings, she was lying to get to him. The weakness of his recent loss made him susceptible,” Taehyung said, slowly pulling you away from their fighting.

Suddenly, you felt a force rip Taehyung from your side, throwing you to the ground with the strength of it. There was ice in your mouth as you coughed, your lungs desperate for oxygen. “Enough!” 

Morgana’s sharp voice echoed through the cold stone.

“Y/N!”

You looked up from the snow and towards her. Jimin and Hoseok were breathing heavily, looking at each other with fierce eyes. For people who didn’t really want to kill each other, they were certainly playing the role well.

“Hoseok. That little wench over there is still breathing. Why is that?” Hoseok froze.

“He’s not giving me any room to attack,” Hoseok explained, sweat dripping from his brow.. 

“I have a reason not to lose,” Jimin stated, “I won’t let her watch me fail.”

Hoseok lunged forward, appearing to attempt a surprise attack, but Jimin simply moves to the side with practiced ease. Hoseok’s face flushed with frustration. 

“My prince, you are stubborn. I will give you that, but I won’t lose. I can’t.”

Hoseok moved forward again, and this time Jimin moves a second too late. You heard him hiss in pain as Hoseok’s dagger shredded through his jacket and shirt, cutting his upper bicep. 

You screamed and Morgana’s eyes focused on you. A shudder ran down your spine, the equivalent to ice water running through your veins at the look in her eyes. It was as if you were the very bane of her existence. As if she hated nothing more in the world... 

Jimin gripped his arm, blood beginning to seep from the wound. “You caught me off guard, Hoseok. Revel in that attack, because it will be the last one you land on me,” Jimin teased, hitting Hoseok’s dagger from his hand and kicking him square in the chest. Hoseok’s breath flew from him as he landed harshly against the ground, Jimin’s shoe digging into his tender flesh. 

“Hoseok, it appears I have the upper hand. And what do you say to that?” Jimin gloated.

“I say, NOW NAMJOON!” Hoseok cried. 

“Namjoon?!” you yelled. 

Then, Morgana lurched forward unnaturally, legs bowing forward as her chest puffed out. Behind her, Namjoon stood bravely. His saber skewered her, through and through.

Tears sprung to your eyes. He wasn’t dead. He survived the Forsaken, and now he was here to fulfill his promise to you and Jimin both.

Hoseok smiled as Morgana cried out, black blood pouring from her ripped skin. Gurgling sounds echoed throughout the clearing, making your stomach churn. Namjoon pressed his foot into her back and shoved her off his sword, watching as she fell into a heap on the ground. 

“Hoseok... Y-you traitor... N-Now your family will... be in purga-tory for the... rest of time,” she groaned from the bloodied Earth. 

“My family will rest in peace with their murderer dead,” he growled. 

Morgana lay there, unmoving. Tentatively, you stood, holding your side. 

“Ji-Jimin?” you asked, looking at him with teary eyes. 

“Y/N,” he breathed. 

You ran over, past Morgana’s body and wrapped your arms around your husband. Jimin smiled as he picked you up and spun you around. Pure elation ran through your veins, burning bright from within you. 

“We’re free,” he whispered, kissing your face. You smiled as he set you down, hands locked behind his neck.

“We need to clean your cheek,” you whispered, fingers tracing his wound in a delicate manner. 

“We’ll worry about that later, I think someone wants to say hello to you,” Jimin stated.

You turned around and saw Namjoon looking at you, a big grin on his dirty face. “Lady Y/N,” Namjoon greeted, bowing slightly. You matched his smile and ran over, giving him a big hug too. 

“I thought we’d lost you,” you whispered, holding him tight. 

“I have a duty to uphold my lady. A duty that I will forever follow,” Namjoon declared. 

“I’m so glad we wound up not needing this,” Father Jin said, pulling out a small knife. 

“What is it?” you asked, taking the blade between your fingers. 

“Careful, there is an extremely potent poison placed on the blade,” he warned. 

“Why didn’t we just use this instead of Namjoon’s saber, this is more discreet,” you pondered.

“Well it was kind of our last resort. It’s dangerous to wield it as well, because just a nick with this blade could spell death for the injured, I didn’t want to risk anyone’s life if it wasn’t necessary,” Father Jin explained. 

“Y/N, you should put it down,” Jimin said, moving forward. 

“I’ll be fine,” you said. Looking up at your husband, pure fear trickled down your spine. Morgana’s corpse had moved, standing behind him in a menacing posture. 

Everything seemed to move in slow motion. 

Jungkook started to run from his place behind the pedestal. Father Jin was thrown backwards, as well as Namjoon and Hoseok. Taehyung remained back where the two of you had been thrown earlier, but his eyes widened in shock. Yoongi took aim from the back.

Before you had time to think, you moved forward shoving Jimin to the ground. Morgana’s blade barely missed his neck... However, it stabbed into your stomach square on. Pain erupted from your abdomen. 

Jimin looked up in horror.

His wife...

His beloved wife stood above him, taking a dagger meant for him. 

“Y/N! No!” 

“I knew you’d protect him. Finally,” she sneered as she twisted the blade in your stomach. You whimpered in pain, feeling your strength begin to sap from your limbs. 

“I-I’ll always... protect him,” you heaved. 

“Foolish girl, this is what love gets you. Pain and suffering,” Morgana declared. 

“No, love has brou-ught me so m-much more than you’ll e-ever know.”

Jimin was frozen to the spot, his heart hammering against his chest. How could he let this happen? He was a failure. He couldn’t even protect his wife from the one thing he knew would harm her. 

He failed you.

“Die and know that your husband will fall in love with me, forgetting all about you. All he will know, is me,” she gritted, pulling the knife from your abdominal area. 

You collapsed to the ground, blood pouring from your wound. Jimin scrambled to hold you, gripping your face. “Y/N, Y/N look at me,” he panicked, keeping your face level with his. 

Morgana grabbed him by the back of his shirt, lifting him into the air with ease. She smiled a black tooth grin at him, making Jimin want to gag. Sniffing around his hair and neck, Morgana licked his injured cheek. She shuddered, seeming to enjoy the sensation of his agony. 

“Your despair is so delicious my sweet, and your blood is addictive... God, I can’t wait for you to be mine,” she beamed.

“I-I’ll never be yours,” he fought, kicking his legs and attempting to fall from her ironclad grasp.

As she toyed with Jimin like a cat with a mouse, you saw your opportunity. Reaching forward, you took the knife in your hand and stabbed it directly into her foot.

Morgana shrieked, dropping Jimin onto the ground as she glared at you. 

“You little bitch!” she cried, kicking you in the jaw. You groaned in pain, head knocking back aggressively. 

“Y/N!” he whimpered. 

However, just as Jin said, the poison began to take effect. Morgana’s body seized up unnaturally, twitching and shuddering in pain. “W-What is this?”

“Nightshade poison, mixed with brimstone you unholy demon!” Father Jin cried. 

“N-No!” Morgana howled, body crumpling to the ground, continuing to twinge until a few moments later when she finally laid still.

Namjoon rushed over and pushed her over with his foot and took the dagger, ramming in through her skull. Crimson blood and brain matter covered the ground, making your head spin. 

The air was eerily quiet. 

A soft breeze came over the party.

Jimin scrambled onto his feet, rushing over to your mangled body on the ground. “Y/N? Y/N can you hear me?” he asked, pulling you into his lap. 

Your eyes were drooping as you looked at your husband. Your vision was doubling, seeing your husband multiply and then come back to one person made your mind whirl in confusion. “Jimin,” you whispered. 

“I’m here my love, I’m right here,” he said, holding your hand to his cheek. 

“I-I’m dying,” you stated, weak voice cracking from the strain of speaking. 

“No, no Y/N you’re going to be just fine, you’ll be okay,” Jimin said in a pained voice. 

He held you close, leaning into your palm that cupped his cheek. Namjoon stood behind him, face grim. Father Jin had come up, kneeling down besides the two of you. Taehyung and Jungkook stood back, looking on with sorrow in their eyes. Hoseok couldn’t bear to watch. 

“Keep pressure on it,” Father Jin ordered, pressing his robes to your wounds in an act of desperation. 

“Will she live? Father please tell me you can help her,” Jimin pleaded. 

Father Jin kept applying pressure to your wound, but you couldn’t feel it anymore... You had gone blissfully numb. You brushed his wounded cheek once more, frowning at the injury with distaste. 

“We nee-d, to clean your c-cheek,” you coughed, blood seeping into Father Jin’s robes at an alarming rate. 

Jimin felt his stomach drop into the Earth. “Just keep your eyes open, focus on me,” Jimin begged, fat tears rolling down his cheeks. You tried your best, you really did. But your head was swimming from blood loss and pain that it was impossible to complete the task. 

“Jimin, we’re... free,” you breathed. 

“We are my love, we are free, so now you have to live... You have to live so we can have a family, rule the kingdom together, love each other... forever,” he sobbed. 

“I love you... so much, J-Jimin,” you stuttered, vision finally blotting out. 

“I love you too, I will love you for the rest of my days,” Jimin cried. 

You went limp in his arms, blood starting to stop it’s flow from your wound. Father Jin removed his hands, leaning back and looking down at the ground with tears falling from his eyelashes. 

“Father, we must keep pressure on the wound,” he shouted, pressing his hands to your stomach with anguish. 

“No we don’t Highness, no we don’t,” Father Jin cried softly.

Jungkook turned his back and was shaking, trying to keep himself together. 

“Highness, I failed you, I’m so sorry,” Jungkook weeped.

Taehyung wrapped his arms around the younger male, bringing him to his chest. Taehyung coddled him like a small babe fretting. However, honestly the older man just didn’t want his subordinate to see him cry. 

Yoongi covered his mouth, shocked by the proceedings. 

Hoseok collapsed to his knees. “I-I... After everything we did, I gave up everything... And she still beat us,” he whispered.

Namjoon moved over to Jimin, placing his hand on his shoulder. “Highness, we must go, the Forsaken still exist, and they will be savage at the loss of their Queen.”

Jimin shook his head, burying his face into your cold neck. “I can’t leave her, I refuse,” he whimpered. 

“Highness,” Namjoon urged.

“No! I won’t leave her here, I promised I would never leave her,” Jimin howled. Anguish covered the younger man’s features. Tears ran down his cheeks, making pathways to the earth on his face. 

“Jimin!” Namjoon screamed. 

The world was rocked into utter silence.

“We all loved her, we all are going to miss her. But now we have to let her go... We have to go, the last thing Lady Y/N would’ve wanted is for you to die with her as well. She died so you could go on living, please Jimin... Please let her go,” Namjoon said. 

“Perhaps he can’t,” a distant voice uttered. 

Namjoon pulled out his sword, directing it towards the noise. 

“Who’s there?” Namjoon called, looking into the distance.

Jimin cradled your body closer to him, hand smoothing down your hair as he cried. 

A sliver of blue mist appeared, circling above you and Jimin both. Namjoon pulled out his saber and pointed it into the air. 

“Back demons, we’ve already lost so much today, please have mercy,” Namjoon stated, closing his eyes.

“My sweet Y/N,” Jimin sobbed, kissing the tomb of your head. The poor man was broken. The one thing he loved most in this world, taken from him in an instant. He thought the two of you were going to be together forever... But why did forever have to be so short?

“We... are not... demons,” a sweet tone answered.

“This is where we lost each other, and found each other again,” another voice answered.

“Who are you?” Taehyung shouted.

“I am Park Lee Suk, High King of Arcane Kingdom,” one sliver of blue mist answered, transforming into a full apariton. One that looked exactly like the deceased High King. 

“And I am Park Lu Na, High Queen of Arcane Kingdom... Or, at least I was supposed to be,” she smiled, sheepish as her body came into view.

“Ghosts?” Jungkook whispered, trying to be brave.

“If you’d like to think of us that way, perhaps it will make it easier,” Luna said, smiling softly at the young male.

“Why are you here?” Father Jin asked, looking at them with interest. He’d never seen spirits before, the Holy words spoke of the dearly departed who can’t move on, whether it be an untimely end or unfinished business that keeps them...

“My poor child,” Lee Suk said, kneeling behind Jimin.

Jimin tightened his grip around you, cradling you close to his chest. “Who are you?”

“You don’t remember me, boy? You look an awful lot like me,” Lee Suk smiled. 

“Y-You’re... You’re the ancestor who fell in love with Morgana!” Jimin exclaimed.

“It was not love that Morgana and I shared. She forced me into loving her, placed me under a spell of infatuation. The only thing powerful enough to break that spell, was true love. And Luna here, she set me free. Much like how Y/N set you free as well,” Lee Suk said, giving the boy a reminiscent look.

“Why are you here?” Jungkook asked, coming forward and placing his hand on his sword.

“Oh there’s no need for that. 

“Oh, Y/N,” Luna said, coming closing and sitting besides you. 

“Y/N,” Jimin whispered, brushing the hair from your face, keeping you within his grasp.

“Tell me, Jimin,” Lee Suk began, placing a phantom hand on Jimin’s shoulder, “Do you believe you could love after Y/N?”

“How could you ask me that? I can’t ever love someone the way I love her... Y/N is everything to me... And now she's gone...”

All beating hearts in the area ached with his broken tone. Jimin looked so utterly torn apart by your passing. 

“I want to know you mean it, Jimin,” Luna said, looking him dead in the eyes.

“I can’t ever love someone the way I love Y/N, she’s the love of my life. The only love of my life, and today I failed her... I let her down. When she needed me the most, I couldn’t protect her. It’s all my fault,” Jimin whimpered, hiding his face in your stiff neck.

Luna and Lee Suk looked to one another and nodded before coming towards your body. Jimin tightened his grip around you and tried to keep you away from them. 

“What are you doing?” He asked, looking at them with uncertainty. 

“Just trust us my child,” Lee Suk said, interlocking his hands with Luna.

“Lay her down,” Luna said, motioning with her head. 

“I-”

“Sire,” Namjoon interrupts, “Do as they say.” Jimin gave him a frightened look, as if letting you go would mean losing you forever.

“Okay,” Jimin whispered, slowly lowering you from his iron grip to the soft and white blanket of the snow below. 

Your hair fanned out against the beautiful ice crystals made Jimin want to cry harder. But soon, his ancestor and yours went to work. 

They started at your head, laying their hands about a foot above you. A piercing blue light emanating from their palms. Jimin could barely keep his eyes open, but he watched on with morbid curiosity. Carefully they pressed on, moving over your neck and chest. As they proceeded Jimin realized they were whispering to each other. 

Whether it was sweet nothings or a spell, Jimin couldn’t be sure. But soon, you were starting to rise from the snow, levitating into the air with the same blue aura encompassing you now.

“What’s going on?” Yoongi asked, looking up at you.

“I think,” Father Jin began, “I think I know this spell.”

“Father, what are they doing to her?” Taehyung asked, coming up to hold onto Jimin, who looked ready to collapse.

“They are giving the last of themselves. Their very essence, to bring her back,” Father Jin said, 

“Oh God please let this work,” Hoseok said, rubbing his face.

“It has to, what other option do we have?” Jungkook whispered.

You were now at least twenty feet in the air, your body surrounded by this blue light. Lee Suk and Luna were with you also.

“Y/N,” Jimin croaked, reaching out for you like a child.

“Be strong Jimin,” Taehyung said wrapping his hand around his friend’s wrist. Trying desperately to stop his own tears.

“Taehyung what if they can’t bring her back? What am I to do?” Jimin whispered. 

“Don’t think like that, this will work,” Namjoon said, coming forward to hold onto his friend’s shoulders.

The rest of the men came forward. Showing their support in the only way they could. By being there, next to their King, whom they adored more than anything. Father Jin came forward and took Jimin’s hands. 

“Father?” he asked, looking down in confusion.

“You must say these words with me,” he said, wrapping his hands around Jimin’s slowly.

“What do you mean?”

“I know this spell, and it is difficult and rarely used. They’re giving their life force, their souls to bring her back. And they need our help. We must complete the circle for them. They are trying to do it with two people and it’s not enough. We must help them if we are to bring Lady Y/N back,” Father Jin urged, reaching out for the Taehyung as well. “All of you, interlock hands and repeat after me.”

The men did as they were told, all coming together and joining hands.

“From the blessed light above.”

“From the blessed light above.”

“To the hellish darkness that consumes all.”

“To the hellish darkness that consumes all.”

“We ask you take this offering of two souls.”

“We ask you to take this offering of two souls.”

The light above them began to pulsate and writhe as if it were wrapping itself around you in a way that was binding. 

“Focus on the words men! Only the words!”

“But Father Y/N-”

“Will remain as she is if we don’t continue!”

“Keep going!” Jungkook yelled.

“Please accept our humble offering.”

“Please accept our humble offering.”

“Arenatha hotep, inelex totum.”

“Arenatha hotep, inelex totum.”

“Urelian, mosef Y/N, et illiad terinuman.”

“Urelian, mosef Y/N, et iliad terinuman.”

“So let it be done. On this Earth, there may remain only one!”

“So let it be done. On this Earth, there may remain only one!”

The light above turned crimson red. Lee Suk peered down at his descendant. A bright smile crossed his face. “I hope you two are happy, like we never could be. Please, never take her for granted. Always cherish her, and remember us.”

Jimin looked at him, a single tear falling down his cheek and he nodded.

With that, the light burst as bright as an explosion lighting up the sky with its fury. Father Jin turned and looked up at your body still hovering in the air. 

“She’s gonna fall! Hurry, get ready to catch her!”

Everyone gathered around, locking arms and creating a sort of net to ensure you wouldn’t hit the ground. Soon your body hit the ‘net’, causing everyone to fall down with you. Luckily the snow was deep and took a majority of the impact. Your skin was still paler than Father Jin had hoped. And your dress was still coated in your blood. 

“Get her up on the stone, I need to examine her,” Father Jin said, urging everyone up. 

“Father did it work?” Jimin asked, coming closer.

“I’m not sure,” he answered, helping to lift you into the air and onto the slab of stone next to you.

“Father,” Jungkook started. “There are Forsaken in this area, we need to move.”

“Jungkook is right, we can’t stay here,” Namjoon responded, coming forward.

“Is there any way for us to move her?” Yoongi asked, looking along the forest line his bow drawn.

“We can move her,” Father Jin answered.

“Then let’s get her to the carriage and back to the castle. I’ll send for guards to come as soon as it is possible,” Jungkook said, moving towards the stone slab.

“Taehyung get Jimin to the carriage as fast as you can, we’ll get Lady Y/N,” Namjoon said. 

“Yes, Jimin come on, we’ve got to go,” Taehyung said, pulling his friend by the wrist.

“Y/N,” he whimpered, softly. 

“She’ll be alright, come along,” Taehyung cooed.

Jimin slowly tore his eyes away from you and followed Taehyung to the carriage.

Ambrosia - Prologue

Park Jimin (Aphrodite) X Reader

Genre: GreekGod!AU, Genderbent Aphrodite!AU, Romance, Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn and Smut (Future)

Warnings: Mentions of terminal illness, Jimin in a SUIT, Namjoon being a lil nosy, profanity (if I forgot anything please let me know!)

Words: 3.1k (YA GIRL PROCRASTINATED TOO LONG AND DIDN'T GET THE FULL CHAPTER DONE SO WE'RE DOING A PROLOGUE. K? K.)

Summary: Cast out of Olympus with the task to find his one true love, Aphrodite is certain his match will come to him. But as the years drag on, what happens when the God of Love, gives up?

Days in a flower shop in the middle of a decent sized town can pass by fast or slow. There can be days with what feels like hundreds of orders coming through the tiny store, and then there are the days where the employees just wind up looking at their phones the whole time and not one soul passes through the door.

But on special days, all it takes is one person to walk through those doors and everything changes.

This is a story of one of those days.

--

Tuesdays could seriously go fuck off for all you cared. This particular Tuesday was proving to be a test on every ounce of your patience and every single time you heard that door bell ring as the gates of hell opened, your shoulders sagged a little more. Something about their flowers wasn’t right. The blue wasn’t like the sky but like the sea and that’s an issue. The flowers look wilted. Always something.

But, like you did every day you turned to the customer and gave them a huge smile, ready to help them with whatever they needed. Even if it meant losing your sanity little by little.

The day passed this way, going on and the clock didn’t seem to be moving at your desired pace. So, you sat on the chair behind the desk at the front and gazed out the window.

It was a warmer spring day.

The trees were budding and life was returning after a long winter. You loved this time of the year. Everything becoming new again, alive and welcoming. But, it also means more work for you. It’s never been a problem, but this past year has been particularly hard.

Your younger sister passed away.

She’d been fighting a long illness, one with a poor prognosis. At a young age you and Sana were placed in the foster system, living with a decent enough upbringing. The foster parents were never mean or cruel, but they weren’t your parents. Whom you barely remembered now. So when you turned eighteen you asked if you could become her legal guardian. Your foster parents had agreed, wishing you and her the best of luck...

But luck had never been on you or your sister’s side.

Her illness started to rapidly progress, causing more and more doctor’s visits and more money being pulled from your measly savings. It wasn’t enough. You were having to take out loans and everything just to keep the lights on in your apartment.

Sana, however, kept her spirits high no matter the situation. She was the positive one. The bright one that everyone gravitated towards in school. She was your light. And now your life is duller. Your sister loved to go through the streets in her wheelchair, looking at the budding leaves and flowers that were growing on the trees.

“Look Y/N!” she’d squeak. “They’re so beautiful. I want to open a flower shop, and I’m going to sell the most beautiful flowers to people.”

As her birthday present you decided to open the flower shop.

It was her last one.

Looking out at the spring blooming in front of you it was hard to be happy, knowing how much your sweet Sana would’ve loved it. Life often wasn’t fair, but you hadn’t expected it to be so. You weren’t a bad person, but bad things had happened. But you were alive, and had a life to keep living.

As much as the flower shop was Sana’s dream, you couldn’t sell it when she died. It had become your safe haven. A little place to call your own. Even if it was Sana’s dream, you had made it real. Real enough for the both of you, and now you gotta keep it going. Even if the loan to open it made your wallet want to cry, it was enough. Plenty.

Because it was yours.

A single tear fell down your cheek as you thought of your beloved sister, and her cute cheeks and beautiful eyes that never held an ounce of fear or regret. A few petals fell from the blossoming tree outside in the wind and fell to the ground in a swirl of pastel hues that made you smile.

More tears moved down your cheeks and you wiped them away in frustration. She wouldn’t want you to be upset, she’d want you to be happy and to continue with your life. Keep going and make something of yourself.

Sana used to say that you were always Y/N the big sister and never just... Y/N. And you knew it was true. You were supposed to take care of her, but now that she’s gone... T-There was no one to care for but yourself.

You’d have to be enough.

Suddenly, the bell above your door ran proudly, making your teary eyes refocus on the person entering the store. Those tears were quickly replaced with a look of wonder.

A man walked through the door, head held high and his eyes scanned the area like he was inspecting it. Wiping your already sweaty palms on your apron you approached him with a gentle smile.

“Welcome to Sana’s flowers, how can I assist you?” you asked, coming towards him. The man took in your appearance and a calm expression steeled over his face.

“Hi, are you Sana?” he asked, referring to the name.

“No, Sana was my sister,” you said, swallowing hard. The man seemed to understand.

“I apologize, I didn’t mean to impose,” he said, bowing lightly.

“You’re fine, no worries. How can I help you?” you asked, looking at his apparel.

He was dressed in a fine suit, tailored to his every inch, must’ve been expensive as hell. You could probably open a whole new section of your shop with the money he was dripping in.

You weren’t known for having an upper class clientele, not that the occasional businessman came in and asked for a bouquet of your finest flowers. Sometimes two... Shaking your head you focused on the man in front of you as best as you could. But, his features were so striking it was hard to keep your eyes from wander...

“Park Jimin,” he introduced, holding his hand out politely.

“Y/N,” you said, extending your own hand and taking his in yours. Shaking gently he gave a smile that could rival the very stars in the sky. This man was more breathtaking the longer you looked, making your palms start to sweat even more.

“A pleasure, Y/N,” he said. “I’m having an event to celebrate my family's company. It’s the 125 year of it’s business and we are looking to source from the local populace instead of corporations to provide a more intimate setting for the investors and other members of the company,” Jimin said, rambling off a lot of information for your sleep deprived brain.

“I see, so you’re looking for floral arrangements?” You asked, heading towards your book of options. Jimin followed you over, leaning towards you so close you could smell his cologne. A spicy scent that wasn’t overpowering but more... alluring? Inviting?

Shaking your head you pulled up your options of centerpieces and the like, showing him what styles you had available and Jimin paid close attention to each set. Asking questions about what flowers would look good in what vases and if they did better in foam or water.

“For events I prefer the foam personally. Less likelihood of someone knocking a vase over and water getting everywhere. But the flowers are more mobile in the water, so it’s about what you’re looking for in regards to the feel,” you said.

Jimin seemed to weigh his options for a moment. “I like the traditional styles you showed me. The simple little flowers decorating around the larger arrangements, it looks classy and provides the color I’m looking for,” he said, nodding.

Making a note you grabbed a notepad to start writing all the information down.

“So when is your event? A month, two?” You said, throwing out a few different times.

“Two weeks,” he said. You froze, swallowing hard.

“Ah, I see,” you said, biting your lip.

“Is that a problem?” He asked, looking up at your pained expression.

“It’s just, the flowers might take a minute to get here. And I arrange everything by hand, so it takes me a little longer. How many tables were you going to have and the garlands for the stairways as well?” You asked.

“Well as for tables I have 150 dinner tables, 50 cocktail tables and 8 large banquet tables. There are two main stairwells that wrap around to the main area so there will be about 400ft worth of garland necessary,” he calculated slowly.

“Okay,” you said, rubbing your temples slowly.

“How many people do you have on your payroll?” He asked, looking around and noticing the empty space.

“Just me. My friend Namjoon likes to come and help sometimes but he’s a full time nurse so,” you shrugged.

“Would you be able to do this in two weeks with just by yourself?” He asked, raising a brow.

“I can always try,” you said, giving a gentle smile.

“How much would it cost?” He asked.

“Depends on the flowers you want, you already picked the style so one second,” you said, grabbing your calculator and running the numbers really quick. “I can do expedited shipping on the flowers to get them here faster but then you run the risk of stems getting broken and not having enough. But I can order more to compensate but then that’s more money,” you said.

Finally you had a total and you frowned.

“It would be around $2,156 if we did the expedited shipping and ordered more flowers to compensate for the potential broken ones,” you said, biting your lip. That was a lot of money to spend on flowers for a simple dinner event. You knew it, but with everything he wanted and the time frame it was the best you could do... You didn’t even charge him for the probability of Namjoon helping. Because then it would jump up to the 3,000 dollar mark and you weren’t going to push your luck.

After a few moments, Jimin pulled out his checkbook and started writing the check out. Your eyes bulged when he pushed the piece of paper towards you, his pen clicking with a sense of finality.

“What kind of flowers should we get?” He said, a smile on his face. You looked down and almost flung the check right back at him.

$5,500

This man had just dropped over five thousand dollars without blinking.

“Th-This is too much,” you said, trying to push it back towards him.

“You charged me for base flowers, and it’s super short notice. Take the extra as a tip,” he smiled.

“I-I can’t accept over two thousand dollars as a tip. If I get audited I’ll be screwed,” you said.

“No you won’t, it’ll be fine. Please, take it,” he encouraged, placing the check back in front of you.

You swallowed thickly, trying to keep yourself from panicking. You did have a large loan payment coming up, and this would lessen that blow significantly...

But wasn’t it wrong?

“Alright...” you trailed off, taking the check and stamping it before putting it in your deposit bag.

“What type of flowers do you recommend using?” He asked, looking at you with a gentle gleam in his bright eyes.

“Peonies and hydrangeas are a great combo with complementary color palettes. I always love doing grass pieces as a nice natural moment but, baby's breath is a classic and more traditional if that’s what you’re looking for,” you said.

“Can we do the soft blue hydrangeas and white peonies?” He asked, looking at the sample photos you had.

“Yes, the white peonies would bring a nice fullness and the hydrangeas can add the color,” you explained.

“Perfect, let’s do that then,” he said, nodding.

“Okay! I’ll get the order to go in and get the expedited shipping and we should get them by the end of the week. They’ll go into the fridge and that should help keep them fresh,” you said.

“Here.”

You turned around to see a small card placed on the table in front of you.

“What’s this?” You asked, lifting the small thing to your eyes.

“My number,” he said, grinning. “Message me when the flowers come in.”

“O-Okay, absolutely!”

Jimin smiled then, a bright dazzle expression that had your mouth drying in longing.

“I look forward to hearing from you, Y/N,” he said.

“I look forward to it as well, Mr. Park,” you said politely. Jimin tutted and shook his head.

“No, Jimin will do just fine. Have a great day Y/N,” he waved, turning on his heel and heading out the door.

You looked at the numbers and sighed.

God you were so fucked.

—

“So, let me get this straight,” Namjoon said over the phone. “Hot guy in a suit comes in and orders a fuck ton of flowers you know you can’t do yourself and you agree because he dropped an extra few grand in the check? Y/N! You can’t do that, I’ll only be able to help you arrange the bouquets the day of. So you’ll have to put them all together yourself! When will you sleep? Eat? Poop!?!” He yelped.

“Firstly, my bowel movements are none of your concern,” you stated. “And second of all, I can’t refuse that kind of money! The next loan payment is going to fuck me over if I don’t have this padding. Please Joonie, tell me you can help me at least the night before,” you pleaded.

“I really can't Y/N, I’m working night rotation. So, I could maybe stop by in the morning but then the flowers have to sit longer,” he reasoned.

“Yeah I know... Can you switch?” You said, a soft voice replacing your whining.

“I wish I could, but there’s hardly any staff that night as it is. And we’re all pulling hours we don’t like. I can’t ask them to do more. Poor Taehyung has already covered me this month and I would rather throw myself in front of a car than ask again,” he said.

“I’m sorry. I know you’re busy and I’m desperate, but... I’ll figure it out,” you said, rubbing your face in exhaustion.

“What kind of asshat doesn’t come in until last minute to order a huge ass amount of floral arrangements?” Namjoon asked.

“An asshat named Park Jimin apparently,” you said, twisting the stem of a flower in front of you.

“You-You mean the Park Jimin?” Namjoon stuttered.

“I don’t know how many of them there are, Namjoon. I just know what this one looked like,” you said.

“Doesn’t he have like, neon pink hair or something?” He asked.

“Um, no? It was blonde-ish when he was in here,” you said.

“Plump lips?”

“Yeah?”

“Eyes that command the panties of women to drop?” He asked.

“Sir, my panties stayed firmly in place so I don’t know what the fuck you’re on about,” you huffed.

“For now, Y/N, for now. Anyways,” he said dismissively. “If this is the Park Jimin we’re talking about you need to be very careful.”

“What? What are you talking about,” you whispered.

“He’s like a sex God or something. He’s got game better than Jordan, okay? But he never commits to anyone,” he said, seriously.

You rolled your eyes, even though the man couldn’t see you.

“My heart isn’t in danger here, Namjoon. We’ll be fine. I can handle an attractive businessman,” you said.

“Yeah, but can your cum thirsty twat handle it?”

“Sir, I’m gonna hang up,” you warned.

“As a nurse I demand to know the last time you got laid,” he said. “It’s for you health of course.”

“That should be a HIPPA violation,” you complained.

“Yeah, not a friendship violation though. Tell me when was the last time you were left boneless between the sheets my guy,” he said.

“I don’t see how this has to do with floral arrangements,” you sighed. “But since your bitch ass needs to know it was about a year ago.”

“Well, maybe it is time to get back in the ring,” he reasoned.

“Namjoon, there’s no need to get me a suitor. You’re not my dad trying to get another cow on the farm or something,” you joked.

“Do you think Park Jimin would give me a cow if I gave him you?” He asked, sounding too serious for your liking.

“I’m really gonna hang up now,” you said, pulling your phone away from your face.

“Just, be safe Y/N! Don’t work too hard, I love you!” You heard screamed from the receiver.

“Yeah love you too Joonbug,” you said, hanging up and looking at the clock. The numbers glared back at you like they were judging you for being up this late. But you simply shrugged and went and took a much needed shower.

That man had you sweating like a sinner in church.

As you bathed you tried to think of your next plan of attack, but the water was too warm and soon you found yourself relaxing into the stream happily. Once you were done you cracked open a can of beer and sat down in your living room ready to start the night right, when a message floated across your screen.

Joonbug: IS THIS THE CULPRIT?!? Jpg.1013

You stared at the screen with an unamused face, but picked up your device anyway. Namjoon had sent you the picture and you could tell the fucker picked the first one off of google images like the lame hoe he was, but you looked regardless.

And, surprisingly, it was him.

The cherubic cheeks and wide smile, bright eyes and an alluring body. You sighed and texted him back.

Y/N: Yea, that’s him.

Joonbug: OH REAAALLLLYYYY???

Y/N: I hate you so much.

Joonbug: You can’t resist. THIS.

Y/N: I’ve resisted your rat poison for years, I think I got it.

Joonbug: EXcUSE MEEEE??? I am at least some kind of like, sexy poison???

Y/N: I’m dying either way, why do I care if it’s sexy or not?

Joonbug: :((((((

You left the conversation at that, but your mind began to wander. How were you going to finish this order and not embarrass yourself in front of a multimillionaire?

Maybe you bit off more than you can chew...

death valley (m) | part 6

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: jimin x reader, jin x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 5.6k

warnings: reader discretion advised. multiple & explicit smut scenes, rough sex, obsessive & possessive themes, kidnapping, physical roughness (pushing, hitting, etc...not abusive but like sexy hate sex type thing), EDGING, poor jimin, use of restraints, brief gun use/play, cursing, degradation, jimin is a BRAT, crying, robbing/stealing/fraud, so much lying, character injuries, dubcon/coersive sex, kinda somnophilia, knife play kinda, woohooooo

part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | finale (lite) | finale (dark) part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | series navi | masterlist |

F L A S H B A C K—

Jungkook’s vision was a blur of the sickly golden lights that landed on the dark concrete of Death Valley’s parking lot. He tasted a metallic tinge in the air as he wobbled back to his car, leaning back against it with a satisfied grin. He sighed, you always felt incredible. There was no high quite like you. His mind wandered back to your body, glossed in sweat and eyes fierce with passion. He wanted you to destroy him.

He giggled, almost tripping over himself. He felt a hand hold his shoulder steady. “Ohhh thanks man” He wasn’t even sure if he actually spoke before he suddenly felt a sharp sting of pain in his stomach. He winced, breaking into a fit of coughs. 

Opening his eyes, he looked down to see a knife piercing through his gut. The blade twisted, sending an addition spurt of pain through his whole body as he limply fell forward onto his attacker. The knife dug deeper into his flesh as he got pushed back harshly, and it was only then he was able to squint to identify his assailant. The man barely regarded him, withdrawing the knife before chuckling softly and turning away, leaving him to slide down to the ground, ready to die. 

As a drug dealer, Jungkook was used to knowing too much information for his own good. And it was a great place to be, because whenever the gangs began to have power struggles within themselves, he would always walk away even richer. 

Jungkook knew bits and pieces of enough to paint the whole picture, and now he uncovered the missing piece to finish it all off.

The kingpin of Death Valley had remain anonymous for as long as anyone could remember. Gang members simply went by orders, not questioning where a majority of the profits were going or to whom. After a while, the drug money begins to pile up, and the thrill of the hustle fades. It was around this time he began the fights. 

Sure, the kingpin was a powerful man. But being a low level dealer and knowing who the kingpin was, that was even more powerful. Enemies and allies alike were desperate to know, and were willing to do just about anything for that information. Jungkook liked to think this alone made him far more powerful than any gang leader. 

Now he had seen his face. He was almost certain. He shivered at the prospect of what all he could do knowing what he now did.

So it was you all along, you clever bastard. 

P R E S E N T   D A Y—

Taehyung chuckled, running a hand through his dark hair "Trust me you don’t wanna know the answer to that. It’ll get you” He mimicked a knife with his finger drawing a line across his throat.

Seeing you unamused expression he sighed, “Fine. Look, I told you someone powerful has their eyes on you. Well powerful people never do their own dirty work. I’ve had to keep an eye on you, for a damn long time. Trust me, I don’t feel great about it either” He continued, “Now, Jimin can’t know where you were last night, okay? He can’t know Yoongi is involved, because the truth is” He held his wrist up to show his watch, “I’m a mole”

“A mole?”

“I’m fronting as Jimin’s right hand guy. I have been for a while, but in reality, Jungkook, Namjoon, Hobi and I, we’re all Death Valley boys. They don’t know that though”

Jin was right after all. “So Yoongi really is...a gangster? He’s the one behind everything? He’s the one...who wants me?” Taehyung hesitated, thinking deeply before nodding.

“He’s kept his identity hidden for years. Only I know. Yoongi...is obsessed with you. He loves you, and has for so long. You’re the bane of his existence, and by extension, mine.”

“That’s ridiculous. You’re lying.” You pursed your lips in annoyance, “Yoongi didn’t give a fuck about me when I first moved here. He was just a sweet, ordinary guy. He took care of me. He has always had my best interests at heart. Maybe I believe you. That he really is this scary gang guy or whatever. But the rest of it, bullshit”

“Don’t you work for his company? Don’t you live in his building? Do you really think anything you’ve been through is a coincidence?” 

Taehyung shrugged, reaching for his trousers and wrapping his hand loosely around his pistol before tracing your cheek with it. “You don’t have to believe me. But not a word of any of this to anyone” 

He cocked the gun, the soft click resonating through the quiet room, "Because I’m everywhere baby. I’ll know if you fuck up, and I’ll kill you so fast you won’t even have time to blink.” 

He pulled the trigger, making you shut your eyes and yelp. It was a blank. Taehyung laughed maniacally, “I just need you to play along just a little while longer and this will all be over. Now go freshen up, I’m taking you to see Jimin”

Jungkook was clearly stalling. Jimin wanted to shoot him in the mouth just so he would shut up and get to the point.

Jimin felt his phone vibrate, seeing Taehyung’s text. He sighed with relief. “You got lucky this time dumbfucks. I got her. Tell your little kingpin cockhead that he’s already fucking dead, because when I get my hands on the bastard who threatened Y/n, I promise you that I will kill them. In the worst, most painful way possible.” The door creaked open.

“Oh my God” Your heart sank the second you saw them. Blood was leaking through the white bedsheets, and they were both badly bruised. Jungkook was shirtless with a bandage wrapped around his stomach while Namjoon was in a neck brace. You rushed to Namjoon’s side, grabbing his hand and pressing your lips against them. 

You hadn’t noticed Jimin at first, as you tended to Namjoon. He wanted to hug you. To make sure you weren’t hurt. To cry in your arms because he missed you so damn much. You weren’t even noticing him? Did he really mean so little to you? You hadn’t seen him since the accident, did you not even care? 

He hated how much power you had over him. You didn’t care but he spent hours thinking about you. You were a disease he couldn’t shake. You were sand slipping through his fingers the tighter he tried to hold on. He watched you carefully until his eyes caught the etched out letters burned into your back. His whole body froze. 

Jimin’s breaths began to quicken as anger overwhelmed him. He grabbed the nearest item to him, which happened to be the glass of water on Jungkook’s dresser and threw it on the ground in frustration. The loud shatter finally caught your attention, and you turned to meet his glossy eyes.

“Jimin! Thank goodness you’re okay” You gave him a smile, sighing with relief. His mind was running a mile a minute as he tried his very best not to break down in front of you. 

“Outside” He growled. “Right now”

You hesitated, not understanding why he looked so upset to see you. Namjoon tugged at you slightly and gave you a warning look. 

“Did you fucking hear me? I said right now.” Jimin screamed, to which you heard Taehyung stifle an ironic giggle. Getting impatient, not wasting another second before grabbing your wrist, yanking you out of the room and kicking the door shut loudly.

“Hey--ouch” You winced at his rough grip, “Easy Jimin that hurts”

Once you were in the hall, Jimin grabbed your jaw and pulled you towards him, digging his nails into you and tilting your face up to his. He stared deep into your eyes.

"What the hell is on your back?” He sneered. 

Your mouth went dry. Should’ve worn a fucking turtleneck. Recalling Taehyung’s warning from earlier, you debated internally what to say next.

“You fucking whore” He cried out, shaking your body, “Did you sleep with him?”

You blinked back tears, recalling the immense guilt you had been feeling the past few days. You thought you missed Jimin, but seeing him now in reality made you remember all the reasons you had wanted nothing to do with him.

Jimin growled at your silence. He kicked at your shins, prompting you to lose your balance as he held you up. “I asked you a fucking question! I know you don’t care about me but at least have the decency to--”

Smack. You slapped him clean across the face. You were tired of his tantrums. He had no idea the hell you’d been through. He had the audacity to think that you didn’t care? He was the one who treated you like a pet.

Jimin released his grip you, backing away to cover the reddening skin of his cheek as he blinked in amusement. 

“Fucking brat” You hissed. 

You had begun to turn away when Jimin grabbed your forearm and pulled you flush against him, capturing your lips in a fiery kiss. His grip was brutal as he encircled your wrist before twisting your arm onto your back and pushing you against the wall. 

His teeth grazed against the back of your ear, chuckling softly. “The fuck did you just say to me?” He sounded more teasing than upset. Through the corner of your eye you see a mischievous twinkle in his eye. You yelp as he continued to twist your wrist as he chuckles softly. “Go on. Fight back”

You struggle, squirming against his hold. Kicking your leg back into his knee, you know you’re walking right into his trap as you turn yourself around.

His hands quickly grasp your waist and he lifts you up. He presses his forehead against yours, looking deep into you eyes. His lips were parted, panting heavily and breathing you in. A moment of silence passes before a naughty grin appears on his face. 

He intertwines his fingers with yours, propping you up on his thigh as he holds your hands above your head. You moan breathlessly at the friction, tightening your hold on his hands. He licks his thick lips, bringing them closer and closer to yours. 

His eyes don’t leave you for a second as he begins to nip at your neck, sucking harshly into your skin and leaving marks wherever he could. You groan, tilting your head to give him more room. 

Your body feels ablaze through the touch of his lips. Your heart is racing as you gaze stays steady on one another. “Jimin” You moan his name like you’re pleading for your life, “Let’s find a room” 

He halts his movements, letting you carefully slide onto your feet. He snakes his hands behind you as clenches your ass “Lead the way baby” You grinned. It was about damn time. 

You pulled him into the nearest room you could find, which seemed to be some sort of office. Within seconds he was all over you again, sharply kissing your neck and shoulders as he kicked the door shut with his heel. 

He cupped your face, his lips sloppily running up to meet yours as your tongues intertwined. 

“Wait Y/n I...” Jimin mumbled, “I’m sorry. I got upset for no reason I just...it hurts.”

“Shut up” You snapped, pointing towards a small cushioned chair that was near a window. “Sit down over there. Hands where I can fucking see them” 

Jimin took a seat without hesitation, watching intently as you grabbed the curtains on either side of the window. You climbed onto his lap, his face finding home against your chest as you bent over him and tied his wrists together tightly. You felt his tongue over your clothes as he attempted to suck your breasts, but you tugged his hair back sharply.

“Oh hell no” You smirked, taking in Jimin’s roughed up appearance. Having him under you like this, you felt invincible. "You’re such a spoilt brat, you know that Park Jimin? I was worried. I thought about you constantly, when really, I shouldn’t even bother” You settled back into his lap, bringing your face inches from his “You’re. A. Dick” You gave him a chaste kiss before unbuttoning his jeans.

Jimin let out a shaky moan as you harshly pulled them down. You licked your lips as your hand grabbed his hardening length. You began to pump him slowly.

“Ohhh fuckkk” Jimin tilted his head back, tugging desperately against the restraints. Your hands felt so good, you gripped him just right, and your hands were so incredibly soft. He bucked his hips as he felt you spit onto his tip, rubbing the wetness in with your thumb.

You wrapped your tongue around his base, hands cupping his balls as you licked a stripe up his cock. You let your tongue swirl and linger at his tip, watching as he fell apart into a fit of whimpers. Hollowing your cheeks, you took him deep into your throat, just the way you knew he liked it.

Jimin watched you bobbing your head and sucking him off for everything he’s worth. Your gaze was intense, he felt utterly powerless. The craziest part was that he loved it. He had never done anything like it before, used to girls spreading their legs for him without the blink of an eye. 

He wants to kiss you so bad as you rose from his cock, saliva stringing from your pretty lips. He could have looked at you like that all day, just perfect. Delectable. You reach behind your back to unzip your top, letting your breasts break free. Jimin’s breath hitches as you slide your tits over his wet cock. “You like that?” You teased, “So fucking desperate. You’re pathetic”

“Holy shit Y/n” You hesitated as he moaned your name. “M...more. I’m so close. Fuck I wanna touch you” He whined in complaint. 

“You wanna cum all over my tits hmm?” The sound of your teasing voice was ecstasy to his ears. He nodded furiously, his whiny moans filling the room. You grinned, watching him edge closer and closer to release, only for you to stand up and leave him a writhing mess.

“Y/n” He growled, kicking the air and stomping like a child, “Are you kidding me?” His cock was absolutely flushed, making you giggle at the thought of how the even the smallest thing could just make him cream all over.

“You don’t deserve to cum” You shed your own jeans quickly, letting your fingers trail up and down your body sensually. Jimin gulped as you put on a show, clenching your own breasts. 

You straddle onto the armrests, making sure Jimin can’t thrust his dick up to touch you as you bring a finger to your mouth, wrapping your tongue around it before plunging it into your sopping pussy. Jimin eyes become absolutely blasted with lust. He frantically looks from your face to the way you were fingering yourself so close to him. The soft squelching seemed to harmonize with the way you teasingly let soft moans slip from your lips.

Jimin held his breath, trying his best not to cum at the mere sight of you. His hands continued tugging frantically against the curtains. He had never been so turned on in his life, sober or otherwise. 

“I wanna touch you. I need to feel you, fuck baby please. I’m not even fucking kidding baby please sit on my cock” He whined softly, giving you puppy eyes to which you scoffed.

Scooping up some of your dripping arousal, you shoved your finger into Jimin’s mouth, watching amusedly as he sucked every last drop of you. 

He couldn’t take it anymore. You were driving him insane. Your eyes widened as you heard a loud tearing sound. Jimin quickly broke through his restraints, his hands immediately clenching your sides.

“Oh baby you’re in for it now” His voice gave you goosebumps as you excitedly anticipated his next move. He stood up, lifting you back into his arms before harshly tossing you onto the wooden desk. Your head hit the back harshly, pain sizzling through you as he propped one of your legs up over his shoulder, while pushing the other one as wide as he could. His cock was rock hard as it rubbed against your inner thigh. 

He trails kisses up your chest and onto your lips, nails digging into his tight hold on your thighs. You watch as he aims his cock at your gaping entrance, slick and quivering in anticipation. He pushes into you, slower than you expected. His lips sucking on yours. 

For all the times you had fucked Jimin, he had never felt this good inside you. He stilled as he bottomed out, gasping loudly. A part of you didn’t want him to move. You didn’t want him to cum, ending this and forcing you to return to the daunting reality you had to face. You grabbed onto him tightly, not ready to let go. Jimin notices this and his heart swells.

“Hey” He leans down to kiss you deeply, pouring his affection into you. His hands release your legs, instead tangling in your hair and tugging it back as he begins thrusting into you with short, deep movements. 

“Jimin” You cry out. He smacks your ass with a low growl, “D...daddy, fuck you feel so good” You cup his face as he continues pistoning in and out of you. You feel his cock twitching inside of you, knowing he would cum in mere seconds. 

If this was nirvana, he believed it. Jimin’s eyes rolled back as he let out a strangled moan, “Oh my god...oh my fucking...baby...feels so” He chokes as cum shoots out into you and cries out your name, burying his face into your neck. You stroke his back as his body twitches, steams of cum continuing to spurt out. 

He steadies his breathing before pulling out and examining your stuffed cunt. He glides his finger over your creamy folds. “Turn around” He growls, “I’m not done with you” You sighed with relief, cunt stinging desperately for a little bit more.

As you flip onto your stomach, Jimin playfully smacks up your ass cheeks. He bends over, whispering filth into your ears as he shoves in two fingers. “You’re so fucking hot baby...Mmm you want daddy to make you cum huh?”

His fingers were unforgiving, you cried out as your pussy clamped down on them, spilling all over. “That’s right...only daddy can touch you like this.” He smacks you again, and you can feel him grin “Such a little slut for me aren’t you hm? Go ahead and cum like the slut you are” Your eyes fluttered shut as you came over his fingers. He pumped you through your high, cooing and teasing you relentlessly with kisses on your back.

With a heavy sigh you rest on the desk. Jimin shuffles around the room, grabbing the torn curtain and wiping you up. He kissed the small of your back as he tenderly caresses your ass, easing the red marks he had made just minutes ago. 

“I’m sorry” He whispers as you sit up to face him, “I know you know about the gangs and stuff. You got caught up in it because of me, and I’m sorry for that” He kisses the tops of your hands, “Let me keep you safe. Please. If something happened to you because of me, I would...” His voice trembled, emotions suffocating his words. He didn’t even want to think about it. 

You wanted to laugh, simply because Jimin was hardly to blame for anything you had been through. And there he was apologizing for it. “It’s okay. I’ll be okay”

“Let me take you back to work” He offered sweetly. You swallowed uncomfortably. He doesn’t know. Anything. “Come on. I know exactly how I’m gonna get back at Yoongi”

You coughed. This is bad. Where the fuck is Taehyung now? You looked around frantically. “Uh...okay”

You had no idea what Yoongi’s reaction would be. He could get upset. You were supposed to be locked up in his place. But on top of that if Jimin was the one with you...

He wouldn’t kill him. 

Would he?

-

Taehyung had left shortly after he heard a good amount of moaning through the thin walls. Admittedly, he hadn’t expected to see Jungkook bedridden like that, but he immediately knew who must have been behind it.

Things had been happening that he hadn’t predicted, and it made him furious. When he heard that you had been kidnapped with Namjoon, he had decided that this had all gone too far. For whatever he was, he hated hurting innocent people. He didn’t like that you were involved in this, that people were hurting you.

Maybe he had just grown fond of you over the years. He always told himself Yoongi was strange for being so into you. You were attractive without a doubt, but the dedication Yoongi had to you always shocked him. Yoongi could have anyone he wanted at his feet, he was rich, powerful and good looking. But he never indulged in the luxuries that the rest of them did. Pictures he had taken of you through your cracked bedroom window back in your hometown were enough to satisfy him.

Yoongi had said he had something he needed to prove before he could pursue you. Taehyung hadn’t cared to ask what exactly that was at the time, but since meeting you, he wished he knew. 

Taehyung arrived in the back lot of Death Valley and flipped open his phone, “Load the money in the car”. He reached for his mask, pulling it over his face before he stepped out. 

Hobi arrived promptly carrying two large duffel bags followed by a few other men doing the same. “How much?” Taehyung asked.

“Felt like only 100k, but Jungkook said it was a pretty good week for sales so it might be more” Hobi lifted the bag into the trunk of the Cadillac. He wiped sweat off of his forehead, allowing the trunk to close and patting it shut. “Fucking Jin guy ruined everything, otherwise we would’ve got millions.”

“Yeah” Taehyung rolled his tongue inside his cheek, “I wonder why he didn’t lose” 

After Hobi left, Taehyung dialed the bank. “Hi, I’d like to make a wire transfer?” He reached into his pocket and pulled out Jimin’s black card, turning it over to read out the number “Yes, there would have been a deposit recently of around half a million? Could you please transfer that to an overseas account belonging to V Kim. Yes, just the letter. Thank you so much!”

In truth, Taehyung was grateful to you. You were the perfect distraction. Both Jimin and Yoongi were wrapped around your fingers, too caught up with you to notice anything else. That made you powerful, so much more than you realized. Taehyung tossed the card into the passenger seat, it slid down onto the floor of the car. 

“Fucking idiots”

-

Yoongi fiddled with a tangerine in his palm as he sat, bored out of his mind in his office. He wanted to go home. He wanted to see you, get you out of that horrible cell he had put you in. His work was getting in the way of your relationship and he hated it. 

The sounds of cameras and vehicles slipped through the dark walls. He cocked his head in irritation. The noises kept growing louder and louder. He was used to the press being around, especially when there was an album being released by one of his artists. But this was much more than the usual.

For that number of paparazzi to be around, it had to mean one thing. Scandal. “What the fuck is going on?” Fruit in hand, Yoongi stormed out of his office into the lobby.

Juice began trickling down his wrist as he saw what all the commotion was about. Jimin strutted in confidently, hand thrown around your waist, holding you to him. 

“Yoongi!” Jimin taunted, arriving with a wide grin. He met your eyes and could sense that you were afraid. Jimin looked Yoongi dead in the eye as he knelt down to kiss the back of your neck, over your scars. “I know you have a no dating rule but I was driving her to work and the media caught us. It’s trending on twitter” Jimin shrugged, “Oops” 

Yoongi began to see red. His blood was boiling. Nevertheless, he took a deep breath. He knew he had to be careful how he acted around you. He wouldn’t want you to be afraid of him, after all he was just trying to protect you. He wanted to make you happy. You didn’t actually want Jimin, did you? No way. 

Pursing his lips, he maintained an expressionless face as he walked up to you. He could see the way your eyes quivered as he neared. He hoped you’d understand. You would understand, he would make you understand. 

“You’re fired”

His heart ached as he watched your expression drop. Yoongi simply shrugged and returned to his office, tossing his fruit in the trash on the way. Yoongi knew you’d be upset. You’d blame Jimin and come crawling to him in no time, he wasn’t even worried.

He made his way back into his reclining chair, kicking his feet onto the desk as he stared down his door.

Three. Two...

The door burst open. “Yoongi” Your voice was weak. “Don’t...please don’t fire me. I know I crossed a line. We’re...not dating. I swear”

“How did you get out?” You knew Yoongi would ask this, and luckily you had some time to conjure an answer that probably wouldn’t get anyone shot.

“Taehyung let me go to my apartment to shower and change. Jimin happened to show up at my place while I was there” You looked at him steadily, trying hard to not even think about the fact you were so blatantly lying to the man you felt like could see right through you.

“I see.” He lowered his legs and pat his thigh, motioning for you to sit on his lap. You had dreamed of fucking Yoongi in this very office countless times. Riding his cock while he did paperwork and just ignored you. It had your knees weak. 

You sat down obediently, and he stroked your back, pressing his lips into the side of your head “Let’s get you back home. I would’ve let you out of the cell tonight, but clearly I can’t trust you” He paused, backing away from you slightly, “We’ll talk about this tomorrow, I’m gonna be home late tonight”

“W...why?”

“Some business I need to take care of”

-

Jin was just about to sleep when you arrived back. He stirred as took a seat next to him.

“Fun day?” He asked sarcastically. 

You rolled your eyes and laughed with him, “No but I did find out that...” You paused, looking around the room. Is he watching? “I…I’m really tired actually”

Jin nodded in understanding. “It’s pretty hot in here, you might not be comfortable in that” He motioned towards your jeans, “I can give you my shorts if you want, I have boxers on so it’s not a big deal”

You blushed slightly, but as the stuffy air set in around you, you realized he was right. The thick denim was suffocating against your skin. “Sure yeah, thanks”

Jin took off his shorts, tossing them to you. You turned you back to him, wiggling out of your pants. Jin’s shorts were far too large for you, sliding down right away. The two of you exchanged glances before you burst out laughing. Jin sat up straight, pulling off his shirt and throwing it to you.

“Take this instead, it’ll cover you” Your breath hitched as you took in his naked chest. He was hot. His skin was seamless, slightly sweaty but his toned muscles made your mouth water. You swallowed. You turned around again, attempting to unzip your top. It fell to the floor, your bare back now exposed to Jin’s dilated eyes. 

His shirt smelled like him. Wearing it was like a big hug, and you felt oddly comforted. You laid down by his side. “Night Jin”

“Goodnight”

In the silence of the room, you could hear your own heart pounding through your chest. Neither one of you had closed your eyes. 

“Y/n” His whisper was so soft you could barely hear him. “I promise I’ll keep you safe. We’ll get out of here. Don’t worry”

You wanted to tell him everything. He would know what to do. But then again, you weren’t sure if you wanted Yoongi to get arrested. You sighed deeply. “I know” You rolled closer to him, and his hands wrapped around you loosely. His fingers rubbed the flesh of your back as you hummed in appreciation. 

“You’re so tense” Jin commented, moving his hands under your shirt and up your back, “Relax,” You let your eyes close as he continued to massage you. His hands teased at your sides. You shifted in discomfort as his palms brushed against your breasts. 

“Jin—“ He shushed you, shamelessly grabbing your tits under your shirt. You stifled a moan into his chest, “Jin, I’m exhausted please”

“I’m just trying to help you” He murmured, “You don’t need to do anything, just rest. I got you”

Jin pushed the fabric up and began leaving soft kisses on your stomach before you tugged down your panties. He squinted, seeing that your cunt had already made a mess. You drifted off into sleep as Jin tugged your folds apart, examining you with interest.

“Who did you fuck today hm?” He growled lowly. You stirred slightly. Jin climbed over you, reaching into his boxers to furiously stroke his cock. Pulling it out, he slapped it against your tits, loving the way your brows furrowed with irritation.

“Jin…” You mumbled, “Mm tired. Wanna sleep”

“Yeah fuck baby, just let me do this and we’ll sleep hm? We’ll sleep real good. You’re so stressed Y/n, I just wanna help” He began rubbing your clit, causing you to whine as your legs subconsciously spread for him. “Just like that…there we go” His fingers moved faster as his other hand jacked himself off. 

He rolled you over onto your chest, stripping you down to nothing as you groaned. From the corner of the room, he picked up his knife, drawing a straight line on your back through the scarred spelling of Yoongi’s name. “Yoongi huh. Guess he’s next then”

Jin straddled himself over your ass, lining his cock with you before he sunk into your throbbing heat. You were insanely tight around him, he cursed as he tried to push in deeper and deeper. 

“Jin...” You convinced yourself to wake up with whatever little energy you had left, “Just...easy okay I’m sensitive” It had been barely hours since Jimin had fucked your brains out. You felt Jin trail his lips down your back.

“That’s not fair” He muttered, “Why do I have to go slow?” He began thrusting into you, ignoring your pleas as he rutted into you, watching the way your ass jiggled with each move. “Everyone else got you however they liked” Jin groaned softly, sounds of slapping skin filling the room. “It’s my turn. I was patient. I deserve this” 

He cums quickly, his hot seed spilling out of you. You roll your eyes. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to put my cock in you”

Your eyes felt heavy, you didn’t care. Your thoughts went to Yoongi, desperate his embrace, his sweet voice for some comfort as you drifted to sleep.

-

Weekdays at Death Valley were generally quieter. Yoongi preferred only to visit the dive bar at those times, where he wouldn’t run into any clients or fans. He would sit at the same place, at the very back end of the bar where no one would be able to see him unless they knew where to look. He poked aimlessly at the martini in front of him, before sipping the bitter liquid. 

“Are you fucking insane?” Taehyung growled, sliding into the stool “Okay I admit, you calling that accident on Jimin made sense. Hell, I’ll give you the kidnapping. I get it, you’re jealous, whatever. But stabbing Jungkook? Are you serious? We need him”

Yoongi blinked at him, “Stabbed him? What the fuck are you talking about?”

Taehyung bit his lip, “No way. No fucking way. It wasn’t you?”

Yoongi shook his head. 

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a/n: yall aint ready for this jin, thats all i have to say. lmk what you think. I’ll be honest I had an ASS week so sorry if this isn’t good. anyways, hyung line smut next week :))) see you then!

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death valley (m) | part 9

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: yoongi x reader, jimin x reader, jungkook x reader, seokjin x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 10.5k (you’ll speed through it i promise)

warnings: reader discretion advised. drug use, manipulation, rough sex, penetrative sex, oral sex, breast play, cum play, fingering, toxic behavior, reference to psychological disorders, slut-shaming, obsessive, possessive, yandere themes, lying, fighting, guns, shootings, character death, degradation, groping, praise, lots of love-making, lots of emotional confessions, angsty sex, heavy flirting, reference to past somno, dubcon/coersive sex, car chase, alcohol use, sex while intoxicated....i think that’s everything??? bathroom sex, police station sex, forced vouyerism, torture, a building gets set on fire (bultaoreune pt 2) lots of stabbing/knife use, jimin sings a song about you awh! and also namjoon is a whole SIMP

a/n: MY ENTIRE SOUL WENT INTO THIS and i probably cried at some point. please enjoy.

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The clicking of Jin’s pen between his fingers did nothing to ease your irritation as he paced around you slowly, settling then to place his palms on the table, leaning forward until he was a breath away from you. 

“What exactly were you doing...with me?” The sleazy grin on his face had you eager to punch his perfectly sharp jawline. 

“We were doing drugs at the hotel.” You stated simply, a bitter taste in your mouth. “Cocaine, molly, who knows what else, and we drank....we fucked” 

Jin smirked, glancing back at the mirror briefly. He sat himself down lightly on the table. Leaning back on his hands, the incessant clicking of his pen continuing to echo off of the plain walls.

“Right...we did, didn’t we. Can you describe it to me?” His flirtatious tone seemed blatantly inappropriate for the occasion, but that didn’t stop him from flashing you those hungry, lustful eyes. 

He walked his calloused fingers down the collar of your shirt, tapping against your chest softly. The brush of his skin against yours had you trembling. You felt the constrain of your blouse give way as he popped open each button with the swift move of his thumb.

“Stop playing games Jin. You’re the one who fucking wanted me to kill him” You whispered to him, eyeing the camera that filmed you from the corner. 

He grazed along the front clip of your bra, before snapping it open, your flesh spilling out. He sighed in approval, hands now pushing aside the fabric so he could tug at your nipples. You looked at the mirror, knowing full well that someone was behind it. 

“I know it wasn’t you, dumbass” His voice was eerily raspy, face now barely inches from yours as his palm covered your breast. His words searing against your neck, making your face flush with heat. Your breath hitched as he ran a stripe down your neck before settling to sink his teeth into your shoulder. “You wanna know what I think?” You gulped as he brushed his lips across the expanse of your sternum. “I think it was Yoongi” 

He backed away, only enough to fully enjoy the disturbed look in your eyes, the dilemma in your head obvious to him, the denial almost salivating. He knew you wouldn’t accept it but he simply loved watching you fall apart. There was an exhilarating rush he felt when getting inside your head, making you lose faith in someone you thought you loved, making you afraid, helpless, and confused. He couldn’t get enough.

“But I mean, you saw him that day right? It couldn’t have been him since he at the album release party...hm?” You were horrified, Jin’s cock painfully throbbed through his tight pants. Setting down his pen, his slender fingers wrapped around your throat, loving the way your eyes were filled with fear, lips parted as you choked for a breath. He released you, and you gasped loudly, panting as you collected yourself. 

“No...I didn’t see him there but...I was high so maybe” Jin grinned, he could feel your heart racing, the trepidation in your eyes making him want to flip you over and fuck you until you were screaming for him to stop. 

“Can you describe to me the last interaction you had with him?” He unbuttoned your pants and you watched him, mind numb and unable to process anything. You felt his hand slide beneath the waistline, fingers greedily searching as you spread your legs. His fingers found your clit, gliding across in small, painfully light circles. He was giving you nothing, but you had already surrendered to his touch.

“H..he was upset...” Heat pooled between your legs as you clenched your thighs, desperately trying to feel Jin’s fingers. You swallowed, basking in the sensation just briefly as you eyes fluttered shut. “He thought I had been with someone. But no--no way. I know how it sounds but it wasn’t Yoongi. There’s no way he would have known that I slept with Taehyung” 

“Oh. You slept with Taehyung? My goodness.” Jin shoved a finger into your cunt causing you to buckle forward, hands landing on his thighs. He chuckled at the breathless curses spilling from your chapped lips as he curled his finger inside of you. 

“Is he that possessive though? Do you think Yoongi would go to such lengths just because of jealousy? I mean, that seems pretty extreme.” Jin paused, pulling his finger out, ignoring your frustrated groan. He wiped his fingers against your cheek as if you were a rag. “Well I suppose this is the guy who branded you, locked you up in his apartment. And clearly he has a temper.”

“I’m a bit curious” You strained your neck to turn away as Jin’s tongue lapped at your cheeks, sloppily taking up the arousal spread across your face. “The night you were kidnapped, did you fuck Namjoon?”

You inhaled sharply, nodding. Jin finished licking up your cheeks before pressing his lips onto yours again. You could feel his grin on your lips as his hands cupped your jaw, tilting your face up to him so he could deepen the kiss.

You gasped as he parted, giving you a proud look that made you tempted to strangle him then and there, law be damned. “Before Jimin’s accident, didn’t you sleep with him too?” 

“Yes, how do you kno--” Jin placed a finger over your lips, making you scowl.

“Is it possible that Yoongi orchestrated all of this to punish and scare off your lovers? And that Yoongi could have found out about you sleeping with Taehyung and killed him?”

You went quiet, Jin’s grin widening as the light vanished from your eyes. His words sunk in as you began to recount all the events that had been happening over the past few weeks. 

“Yes but..no...no he” You sounded as though you were trying to convince yourself more than Jin. Tears streamed down your face “But Jungkook said...you...”

Jin pat your cheeks playfully, “Ah, right. The drug dealer who was high on heroin and claims I stabbed him.” He flicked your forehead, “Use that pretty head of yours hm? I was with you that night, wasn’t I? Driving you home. Your entire basis for thinking I’m a bad person is on the words of a seasoned liar”

“Jungkook wouldn’t...he...” 

“God Y/n!” Jin snapped, slamming his fist onto the table “Why do you keep defending Jungkook of all people? We’ve been over this, he’s lied to you so many fucking times. He lied about it being me who threatened him to have him move out. I didn’t even know you then. He lied to you about drugging Namjoon, and honestly who knows what else he’s lied about. He’s a greedy whore. Nothing more.”

You clenched your eyes shut, hoping that you could somehow awaken from the nightmare that the past two days had been and instead return to the hotel room with Yoongi, kissing him. The only thoughts on your mind being his consuming adoration for you, the fire that took over you whenever you touched him, and the exciting prospect of what a life with him would entail. Making love and music every night for the rest of eternity. 

“Can’t you see that they’re paying Jungkook to lie to you? You know for a fact that Yoongi is a gangster. You know for a fact that Hobi works for him. They’ve gone to great lengths to manipulate you against me. The only person who actually can keep you safe from Yoongi” His brown eyes were focused on you, all the flirting and teasing vanished, leaving nothing but a man of the law doing his duty. 

You nodded, words unable to form in your mouth that was instead filled with an overwhelming bitterness. Jin faced the mirror and gave a satisfied smile.

“That’s all my questions. I think we know who our killer is”

Jin glanced back at the mirror and gave a slight nod, to which the door opened, allowing an officer to drag in a defeated looking Yoongi in handcuffs, plopping him down into the chair across from you. His face was sullen, eyes red and tired, from drugs or tears, you weren’t quite sure. He wore a white hoodie, now stained with streaks of what you prayed was dirt and not blood. 

You internally pleaded for him to look you in the eyes, but he didn’t. His eyes remained steady on the ground, not reacting as Jin walked over to him, lightly smacking his head. “Enjoy the show Mr. Min Yoongi?”

Your heart dropped, had he seen all of that? Yoongi didn’t move, you could see his fists almost whiten with how tightly he was clenching them together through the tight cuffs on his wrist. Jin grabbed a fist full of his hair, yanking his head back to force him to meet his eyes.

“I asked you a question” He sneered, letting him go. Yoongi exhaled, his eyes finally landing on yours. The wind was knocked out of you, you couldn’t breathe. He looked so cold, so broken, making your heart crave for the smile and soft laughs the two of you shared.

He barely reacted to you, instead his attention returned to Jin, who slid his arms under your shoulders and pulled you up.

“I’ll make you talk” Jin’s hands yanked down your shorts, taking your panties down with it before landing a harsh blow to your ass. He pushed your head down onto the table so Yoongi could get a full view of your back. “Confess. Admit you did all of this, and I’ll stop”

Yoongi remained silent, nails digging into his palm as he watched Jin bend down to trail kisses across your lower back. You didn’t dare look up, tears welling in your eyes as you felt Jin’s mouth lower until he was on his knees behind you, making it a point to smack his lips as he kissed your pussy lips. “You smell divine” He commented, hand cupping your heat, rolling his palm to give you some friction to which your hips involuntarily rolled, hoping for more.

“Look at him” Jin’s demanding voice vibrated through your core before he smacked your cunt harshly, making you wince out in pain. “Look into his eyes. I want him to see how good I fuck you”

Slowly you lifted your chin to see Yoongi staring at you. He averted his gaze momentarily, a soft blush appearing on his cheeks before he looked at you again. Your eyes widened as Jin began to glide the tip of his tongue along your wet folds, occasionally clicking his tongue just so he could emphasize the sound of your squelching wetness. Your pussy gushed, Yoongi’s eyes making you clench down as Jin went at you like a kitten, teasing you, making your thighs tremble in desperation. 

“So wet, look at that” Jin ran his finger through you, gathering up a good amount of your arousal before standing up and walking over to Yoongi’s side. He knelt over Yoongi’s shoulders and shoved his finger into your mouth, causing you to gag as he stuffed you full. “Good girl” He tugged at your lip, pushing past Yoongi to plant his lips onto yours, his tongue wrapping around yours sloppily as he kissed you. You groaned in complaint, but it came out sounding nothing like you meant it to, only encouraging Jin to kiss you longer. He parted from you, panting softly before licking his lips. “Taste so good. Doesn’t she Yoongi? Doesn’t she taste amazing?” 

He chuckled, turning behind you as he unbuckled his belt. Moving your hair aside, he slide the belt around your neck, fastening it tightly enough to have you gasping for air. “This is what you’re into isn’t it Yoongi? Treating this goddess like some filthy dog.” He tugged the belt, causing you to yelp out. Jin cooed at you, bending over your body to kiss you softly on the cheek as he gave Yoongi a sinister smirk.

“I don’t know how you could do it, Yoongi. I’d never lay a hand on such a pretty little thing like her” He whispered, nipping away at the tears that were streaming down your face like an open flood, “Then again, you are crazy so” His hands slid under you, grappling with your still exposed breasts. You could feel his bulge pressing into your tender flesh from behind. 

“Tell me baby, do you feel good?” Jin pinched your nipples, making you whine, body writhing under his weight. He stroked your hair, biting onto the edges of your face as he continued caressing you. 

“Y..yes” You looked down, not wanting to see the look in Yoongi’s eyes as you surrendered to the pleasure of Jin’s touch. Your heart was racing, cunt dripping onto the floor as Jin trailed kisses down your spine. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you up and down on his straining erection, eyes glued to Yoongi.

“You can talk you know” Jin commented, in zipping himself so his cock popped out. “You can stop me anytime you’d like, although” He slapped his cock against your fidgeting folds, “Seeing how fucking wet she is, I don’t know that Y/n would want that, would you baby?”

“Stop” Yoongi’s voice was hoarse, his expression unwavering. You purse your lips as Jin began laughing hysterically, continuing to tease his cockhead over your gaping hole. “Y/n. I didn’t do this, he’s lying” 

“I don’t know” You muttered, “I don’t know if I believe you anymore Yoongi, ohhh fuck--” You moaned as Jin filled you up in one thrust. Your lips were parted, eyes rolling back as the feeling of his thick, long cock filled you with a desperate ease. Your walls clamped down, heat melting around him as he began to pull out, the drag hitting you in all the right places. He was going slow--too slow. 

“You whore! I didn’t even know you slept with all these fuckers otherwise trust me they would be DEAD. You hear that princess? Dead.” Yoongi screamed suddenly, his voice booming through the closed walls. He lunged forward, pushing desperately against the handcuffs. Jin chuckled, slowing his thrusts so he could enjoy the blatant entertainment right in front of his eyes. He pulled you flush against his chest, kissing your neck as he shamelessly played with your tits. Yoongi looked like he would throw up.

“You’re insane” Your voice was shaky as Jin continued to pound into you with every word. His large hands radiated with heat over your heaving chest “Y..you branded me...you remembered me this whole time, you kidnapped me...you stalked me--you had Taehyung stalking me...and then you found out we slept together and k...” A loud sob left your lips, “You killed him”

Your heart clenched, as you noticed Yoongi sniffling, finally breaking his resolve as a single tear streamed down from his red eyes. 

“Y/n please” Yoongi stood up. “I did everything for you. All of this was for you, don’t you get that? The label, the gang, the money, all of this. My whole life has been so I can be someone you can love so...you can’t give up on me Y/n.”

“Wow” Jin interrupted, releasing you so he could clap his hands. You groaned in frustration as cold air hit your tender nipples. “If this is you trying to convince her you aren’t insane, you’re doing a great job”

“Fuck you” Yoongi spat, kicking his chair back to run at him. Jin rolled his eyes and pulled his gun from his back pocket, aiming it straight at him. “Y/n tell him to stop” Yoongi growled, slamming his tied fists on the table, “I love you I love you so much why can’t you just see that!? I know...it’s not normal Y/n, I know I can get...angry...okay but I love you. Isn’t that enough? Can’t you just believe me? I swear love, I swear on my love for you I didn’t kill Taehyung, or do any of this other stuff okay.

Your heart dropped as you heard the resounding click of the gun’s safety.

“That’s enough” You felt Jin’s hold loosen at the booming sound of Namjoon’s voice. He barged inside and shoved Jin aside with all his strength, punching him in the face. He pinned him against the wall, knee kicking straight into his groin. Jin yelped out, falling to the ground. Namjoon pried the gun from his hands and pressed it up against his skull. 

Jin tilted his head back, cheek bruised and bleeding as a smirk grew on his lips. “Someone’s really itching for a rematch huh” Jin scoffed. Namjoon lunged towards him again but you held him back.

“Don’t...” You pleaded, hugging him from behind. The room fell quiet, filled only with the sound of your pounding heart resonating through your entire being and Namjoon’s panting, eyes filled with rage and disgust.

His hand slid over yours on his stomach as he took deep breaths, calming himself down. He turned, encircling you in his arms.

“Are you okay? Shit” He pulled the belt off from around your neck, gathering your tossed clothes from the ground and handing them to you. He glanced at Yoongi who gave him a thankful nod.

“Is it true?” Namjoon’s voice was deep as he faced Yoongi, your arms still latched onto him as you got dressed. He stroked your neck protectively as Yoongi sighed in annoyance.

“No, idiot. Now get me out of these cuffs”

Namjoon shook his head, “No...you told me you were going to kill Taehyung that day. Is this why? Was Jin right? Have you been stalking her?”

Yoongi blinked in shock, scowling, “Namjoon you can fucking say goodbye to that record deal unless you fucking get me out of here and get your hand off of her” 

Namjoon glanced at you briefly before pursing his lips, “You’re sick” He spat, taking your hand in his, “Come on, let’s go” Yoongi screamed, kicking the table over before falling to his knees.

You left him there, blinking back tears. You heard loud sobs get quiet as Namjoon closed the door behind you, leading you out of the precinct. 

It was pouring rain as Namjoon led you back to his car, a familiar black Cadillac you had grown to loathe, just like Death Valley, just like everything. Namjoon’s hand remained steady on yours as he waited for you to calm down. You buried your face into your knees, body trembling as he squeezed your hand.

Namjoon tilted his head, thinking for a moment before turning on the aux. He pulled up Jimin’s album, starting with the song that you had helped write. He was sure you hadn’t even heard it yet. Your sniffling came to a slow stop as you registered the music that was playing, cries turning into slight giggles. You looked at him with gratitude.

“Wow.” You laughed, wiping the tears from your face, “We really did that” Namjoon smiled at you warmly, his dimple peeking through his chiseled cheeks. 

“We should go to Jimin’s live show tonight. You deserve to celebrate after all this shit that’s been going on. You down?”

You looked at Namjoon’s adorable eager eyes and nodded. “Yeah. Sounds fun”

F L A S H B A C K--

Taehyung rolled his eyes, glancing back to ensure that you and Namjoon had left. He scrolled through his phone, fastforwarding through the footage of Yoongi berating you, tying you up, and leaving you be. He chuckled as you fucked Hobi, ignoring the shock of arousal he felt at your filthy words as you let Hobi pound into you. 

“You’re really something” Taehyung mumbled with a grin. He had known Yoongi long enough to understand the way he thinks, and knew the second that Yoongi had began yelling at you that he suspected you had been hooking up with others. Taehyung had tried to protect you, he knew Yoongi would be ruthless if he found out about your sexual escapades. For this reason he was less than surprised when Yoongi called him, barking away at the top of his lungs. "Where are you, I told you to meet me?” Yoongi growled through the phone. “Where’s Y/n? She’s not at the suite. Did you take her? You fucking asshole I will fucking burn your house down”

“Yoongi. Chill. Hobi went to look for you and found her there. He broke her out and now she’s headed towards the party. Listen,” Taehyung paused, racking his mind, “There’s something I need to tell you”

“Yeah that you’re fucking in love with Y/n and have been lying to me all these years, I know”

Taehyung burst out laughing, “God, no. She’s all yours hotshot. You need to chill Yoongi, seriously. Remember that officer guy, Jin? He tried to get Y/n to fucking kill me because she thought I was gonna kill you” Taehyung chuckled. He could imagine that Yoongi was probably completely flustered by now. “She fully took that gun you gave her and tried to kill me. Thank God you took out the bullets”

“She really did that for me?” Taehyung wanted to roll his eyes at the sound of Yoongi’s excited voice. He was like a school boy who got a second glance from his first crush, Taehyung found it pathetic.

“Great. She loves you, congrats. I’m gonna disappear and keep an eye on what this Jin guy does. Apparently he’s the one who stabbed Jungkook, kidnapped Y/n and Namjoon, and got Hobi to hit Jimin with a car”

“He what? He kidnapped Y/n? Tell me where he is I’ll fucking kill him. W...why did you not tell me any of this?”

“Taehyung? Hello?”

The call ended abruptly. Taehyung’s phone clattered onto the floor, his body following behind shortly.

P R E S E N T  D A Y--

Jimin arrived at the precinct, ignoring the persistent shutters of cameras and incessant cries of paparazzi. Jimin! Your album sales are predicted to be through the roof? Do you have something you’d like to say to your fans! Jimin! Is it true that a close friend of yours was murdered on the night of your album release! Jimin! Can you tell us more about the intern at your label who you’re sleeping with?

Jimin growled, turning to the mob that followed him “I am not just sleeping with her, she’s my girlfriend. Show a little fucking respect” He took a deep breath before heading inside.

Jin sat behind the counter, a bandage on his face, grinning as he saw Jimin approach him. “Well if isn’t the killer himself”

Jimin sighed, recalling Hobi approaching him. ‘I found something that belongs to you.’  He waved his black card in his face. Jimin reached for it, but Hobi slid it back into his pocket. ‘I don’t think so. I’m gonna get every cent in this account and in exchange I’m gonna give you the name you’ve been dying to know this whole time.’ 

Jimin never checked his own accounts, he found that stuff far too boring. Taehyung would tell him if he had money or not and then he would spend it as he pleased. But after Hobi had his hands on it, he couldn’t help but see for himself, and was not surprised to see that someone had been transferring money out of his account. 

The only person who had access to the account besides him was you and Taehyung. He knew you wouldn’t steal from him, not when he would give you anything if you asked. Under the alias of V Kim, it wasn’t hard for him to put the pieces together. Taehyung had been stealing from him, for Yoongi. 

“Is it done?”

Jin nodded, “Yup, she bought it. Namjoon was kind enough to let us know that Yoongi had told him he planned on killing Taehyung anyways. Puppy kicked me in the balls so Yoongi got away though”

“We need to find him then. He needs to go to jail for this to work”

“I have a plan, okay just trust me. We know how he thinks, we just need to invade his territory and he’ll come barking like the bitch he is”

-

After a quick lunch, Namjoon suggested heading back to his place to hang out before the concert. You complained, realizing that Yoongi had all of your things. You tugged at Namjoon’s sleeve, begging him to take you shopping to which he reluctantly agreed, mumbling bitterly that he hated shopping and would rather be at the gym.

He couldn’t stay annoyed for long, especially as your bright smile returned to your face, trying on various outfits. You were excited to see Jimin again, and you wanted to look good. 

“Do you think he would like this?” You twirled around in a tight dress with puffy sleeves. Namjoon rolled his eyes.

“I think he would prefer to see you naked but sure” You blushed, pushing him playfully. “Damn you really are living the ultimate groupie fantasy huh”

“Fantasy my ass” You sighed heavily, looking through the pile of garments you had brought to the dressing room with you.

“Are you in love with him?” Namjoon asked, a genuine curiosity in his eyes through the reflection of the mirror. You trailed your hands down the smooth fabric that hugged your waist.

“Not yet” Your response was simple, but Namjoon nodded. “I think I’m gonna get this, let me go pay” Namjoon shook his head.

“No way, I got it”

“But you need money for--”

“I said I got it. Pay me back with your boyfriend’s money” He winked at you. 

-

You hadn’t realized just how much you missed the pounding vibrations of live drum beats as you followed Namjoon into the venue. Your eyes fluttered shut, basking in the sound of the music, the chatter of the crowd around you giving you a sense of serenity that you craved. 

Namjoon glanced at you, biting back a smile as you swayed your hips. To him you looked absolutely stunning, the way that the colored lights reflected off of your perfect skin. There was glitter on your eyes, and gloss on your pretty lips. He swallowed, turning away. 

He took your hand, dragging you through the dense crowd, occasionally glancing back to ensure that you were still there. Reaching the stage, Namjoon flashed his employee card at the security guards and pulled you into the door. It was far quieter here, but the loud ambiance still leaked through the walls. 

“Y/n?” Jimin was seated getting his makeup done, his eyes wide with surprise. He excused himself from the staff and headed towards you. He smiled superficially at Namjoon before wrapping his arms around you. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see my man perform” You giggled, planting a quick kiss on his lips. Namjoon gnawed on his lip before deciding to leave the two of you alone.

“Your man?” Jimin raised his eyebrows, “I like the sound of that” He pressed his caked forehead against yours. He held your face delicately, before capturing your lips again. He lifted you up into his arms, hands holding the back of your head as you latched onto his shoulders. 

His lips were hot against you, kissing you like he had been waiting all his life for this, like you were the breath of air he needed to survive. Your lashes brushed against him as you let your eyes flutter shut, losing yourself entirely in the unsolicited affection he poured into you with every move of his tender lips.

Your kiss was broken only by the familiar clicking sounds, and you felt Jimin roll his eyes as you realized that a few paparazzi had shown up. “Sorry about them” He sighed, making you giggle as you slid your hands into his. “I’ve got about” He glanced around until his eyes zeroed in a clock, “15 minutes. Bathroom?” He flashed you a naughty grin.

The next thing you knew you were being tossed against the bathroom wall as Jimin pushed his throbbing length into you, not even bothering to discard his pants. You arms lay limp over his shoulders as his palms pressed down on your hips, allowing him to drag you forward with each thrust, pushing deeper and deeper into your juicy little cunt until he his balls slapped against your ass.

“Faster Jimin, baby come on please” Your lips fell apart in gasps as he rolled his hips into you again and again. His hands trailed up your torso, grabbing your breasts before they circled around your neck. You kissed him furiously, palms on his chest. 

Jimin groaned, his face suffocating against the soft bounce of your plump breasts as you fucked yourself onto him. His hands returned to your chest, tugging at your nipples lightly before gripping your waist.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing flush against him, your fingers intertwining with his as he pushed your arms above your head. You attempted to kiss him, your movements caused you to bump against each other's teeth, to which you both smiled, before Jimin decisively flipped you over onto your stomach. 

He left a soft slap on your ass, kissing the small of your back before trailing his lips up your spine as he began to piston into you again. The wet sounds bounced off the walls as he pulled your hair up, bringing you back into his chest. He nipped at your neck, growling as pleasure consumed him with each thrust. 

He could never get tired of fucking you, your pussy took him so well, but more than that it was the look in your eyes as he whispered “I love you baby” and to which you responded. 

“I...love you too Jimin.” He came, screaming out as his cock twitched deep inside you. 

Jimin pulled you into his arms “Ugh babygirl, you’re so fucking hot. You know that baby? I always thought you were just the prettiest girl in the world” He nuzzled into your chest as you stroked his hair, loving the way his chains pressed cooly into your skin. 

“I always thought you were hot too” You giggled. “But you knew that you cocky fuck”

“Mmm yeah” Jimin gave you a goofy smile, kissing the bottom of your chin, “I know. You were at every damn show back then. Little nymph” He muffled into you again, the ticklish sensation of his hair on your neck making you giggle. 

“You saw me?” Your heart skipped a beat, thinking of all the desperate times you had convinced yourself you had looked into his eyes.

“Of course I saw you babygirl,” His breath fanned over you, making you blush, “How could I not notice such a gorgeous girl like you, pining for me constantly. I wasn’t allowed to talk to fans, otherwise I would have plugged this pretty cunt up years ago”

You sighed, “You better get going, your make-up artists are gonna kill you” Jimin chuckled, kissing your nose one last time.

“Come out with me tonight. After the show. Let’s have some fun. I wanna take you to Death Valley”

“But Jimin you can’t--”

“Yoongi can’t hurt me anymore baby, he’s gone”

-

Jungkook was a lot of things, but dumb was not one of them. He was more than happy to play along with Jin’s game if it meant another couple thousand in his bank account, but Jin had given him everything he needed to figure everything out.

Jungkook was easily able to find out where the police officer lived using his hacking skills, arriving at the ordinary looking apartment when he knew that Jin was out. Using a hairpin, he unlocked the door, creeping inside.

Nothing could have prepared him for what he found there. Jungkook’s eyes were wide with disgust as he saw pictures of you sprawled out everywhere along with a messy litter of used tissues, which Jungkook could easily assume the purpose of. He scrunched his nose, carefully stepping through the mess. 

In his room, he found half snorted lines of cocaine across the window sill, bottles of vodka empty on the floor. The thing that interested him most was the bulletin board above his desk, which had a picture of Yoongi with a knife stabbed through. Jungkook carefully sifted through the files on his desk, finding documents on Jimin, Hobi, himself, Namjoon, and Taehyung. He had written notes using a thick black market, and Jungkook scowled as he saw in large letters the word Rat scrawled across a picture of his face. There was a journal sitting idly by, and Jungkook flipped through it. 

He read with interest, trying his best to decipher Jin’s sporadic handwriting. The book fell from his hands as he arrived at the most recent page.

“Oh man holy shit”

-

You found Namjoon mingling in the front pit of the audience. You gave him an impressed wink as a girl slid her number into his back pocket. 

“Damn Joon looks like you’re getting some action tonight” You chuckled, arriving at his side. It didn’t take you long to notice the slur in his voice when he responded.

“Yeah right” The lights dimmed, goosebumps spreading on you as you heard the crowd begin to scream as a spotlight shone down on Jimin. He looked absolutely breathtaking, reminding you of all the concerts you would go to, every single time his opening set would come you would already be screaming at the top of your lungs. 

This time you smiled, his eyes finding you immediately as you blew him a kiss. The music started, band slowly building up before the first words left Jimin’s mouth.

It was the song you had helped write. A song about a girl who steals your jacket like she steals your heart. His voice was flawless, the pressure of live performance not causing him to waver as he sang straight to you. He let his blazer slide off his shoulders as the song began to end, crouching down at the front of the stage and handing it to you. He winked, and you went red.

The crowd erupted in a frenzy as he returned to the stage taking the mic in his hands. “That was a song about a girl I’ve been in love with for a long time. She makes me a better man. Her name is Y/n” Jimin sighed longingly, “I love you baby girl”

Namjoon nudged you, grinning widely. You covered your face in embarrassment, heat burning across your cheeks. Jimin proceeded to the next song, a more upbeat track that had the audience dancing along. 

Namjoon was surprised when you had told him to take you to Death Valley after the concert. Two drinks down, you were clearly enjoying yourself as you danced away in the middle of the bar. Namjoon’s heart skipped a beat as you dragged him out to the floor with you, placing your hands on his chest as you batted your lashes at him.

“Joonie, remember the last time we were here?” Namjoon chuckled, yeah I got fucking beat up. He excused himself to go do a line of coke at the bar.

As he poured the powder onto the countertop he felt someone tapping on his back urgently. “Namjoon” He turned to the familiar voice to see Jungkook looking absolutely panicked.

“Oh hey. You want?” Namjoon gestured towards the line. Jungkook shook his head frantically. “What’s wrong why are you so...jumpy? Did you do heorin again?”

“Where’s Y/n?”

Namjoon made a face, glancing back into the crowd where you continued to dance along innocently, a drunken glide to your steps. “She’s right there, why?”

“Okay. Listen to me, you need to get her out of here before--”

The sound of gunshots echoed through the room. Everyone began screaming, moving rapidly towards the exits. It was all too familiar as Namjoon scanned the crowd and you were nowhere to be seen.

“Jimin. It’s Jimin” Jungkook panted, “Jimin killed Taehyung.”

Namjoon lips fell apart, “What? Why the fuck…” Jungkook shook his head, pushing against the current of the crowd and looking around desperately. “Jungkook what’s going on?”

Jungkook pulled out his own gun, shooting it towards the back. Namjoon squinted to see Jin with a knife at your neck.

“God I really wish I just killed that motherfucker” Namjoon grunted. Jin began to chuckle as he pressed the knife into your throat. The fear in your eyes had Namjoon’s blood boiling. He wanted to tear Jin apart limb by limb. 

“Jimin!” Jin called out, his maniacal voice echoing through the now empty bar. “Come get your girl” He slit the knife deeper into your flesh. A drop of blood trailed down your skin, and Jungkook had to hold Namjoon back before he lunged at him.

“Don’t.” Jungkook snapped, “ 

“That’s enough Jin” Jimin approached them, taking your hand. “The fuck are you doing?”

Jin laughed, taking his knife and pushing it into Jimin’s side. Jimin fell to the ground.

Namjoon glanced at you as horror took over your face. 

“Namjoon you need to get Y/n and run” Jungkook muttered. “I’m gonna shoot, take her and run”

Namjoon gaped, reading the scene in front of him quickly. As soon as he heard Jungkook’s bullets he dashed to your side, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the back entrance.

Everything flashed past like a whirlwind as Namjoon pulled you into the familiar lab that Jungkook had shown you. You could hear Jin’s laughter echoing off the walls. Namjoon looked at you, attempting to give you a comforting smile. “It’s gonna be okay. We’ll get you out of here”

You nodded, holding your breath as the two of your heard footsteps approaching. “Do you have a gun?” You whispered.

Namjoon shook his head, “No. But I can kick his ass without one I promise” More gunshots were heard.

“There you are!'' Jin walked in, taking a moment to inhale the sweet scent of marijuana. His footsteps echoed off of the pale tiles, looking golden under the broken lighting “Namjoon, just hand her over to me. I don’t want to hurt you again”

“The hell is wrong with you?” Namjoon growled, shielding you with his own body. Jin let his fingers glide over the small green leafy plants that were arrayed across the lab. 

“You should have learned your lesson Namjoon. You saw what I did to you after you made her suck your tiny cock before the match” Jin smirked, holding up his gun. “Don’t make me kill you”

“Fuck off” Another gunshot was heard as Jin fell to the ground, Jungkook standing behind him, breathing heavily. He fell to his knees, and Namjoon could see blood spilling across his chest. “Go. Run. I’ll find you” He waved at the two of you frantically.

Jin groaned, rolling over with whatever strength he could conjure. He pulled a lighter from his jeans, flicking the flame on next to one of the plants and watching as it erupted in flames. 

“All of you can fucking go to hell. If I can't have her, no one can” Jin’s body went limp, the lighter remaining on, causing the floor to catch on fire through remnants of spilled chemicals. Jungkook slid onto his knees, clutching his chest.

“No. Fuck, we can’t leave him here” You screamed, running to catch Jungkook. You turned back, looking to Namjoon with desperate eyes “Joon help me, we need to get him out of here” The fire began to spread across the entire room, small explosions causing pressured canisters of chemicals to burst out in hot sparks.

Together the two of you lifted Jungkook, carrying him out and down the stairs until you made your way to the back parking lot.

“Stay here, I’ll get the car” Namjoon ordered, running with everything he had to find the vehicle. You held Jungkook close. His eyes barely open, blood staining his dark clothes.

“Jungkook, fuck, please be okay”

“Listen to me. Jimin is dangerous, okay. I know it doesn’t look like it but Jin didn’t kill Taehyung. Jimin did. He knows everything. He knows about Taehyung, Yoongi, you, all of it. He’s a greedy motherfucker just like the rest of us.”

“Shut up street rat” The two of you turned to see Jimin standing, looking quite roughed up himself. “Y/n get away from him, come here, he’s lying”

Jungkook tugged at you, “I’m not. I’m not lying” He blinked those adorable brown eyes at you. 

“He’s a fucking liar, it’s what he does best” Jimin aimed his gun at Jungkook, clicking back the safety. Your heart raced as time seemed to slow down. You did the only thing you could think of. You grabbed Jungkook’s gun and you shot at Jimin.

The bullet missed, but Jimin was too shocked by your actions to move. Namjoon pulled up in his car, helping you get Jungkook inside. 

Jimin took his phone out, “Hobi, follow them!” He growled as Namjoon stepped on the gas, and the three of you rushed off. 

You glanced in the rearview to see Hobi’s car tailing you. “Shit what do we do?” You asked Namjoon. Namjoon’s eyes flickered to the mirror briefly as he tried to think. He turned the wheel suddenly, tires screeching as the car whirled around, pushing you to the side of the door. 

You were off road now, but Hobi hadn’t followed you. You grabbed Namjoon’s bicep, breathing heavily. 

“We need to go to a hospital” You managed to get out. Namjoon nodded.

“No. Fuck, fuck no we need to run. Jimin is gonna kill us. I’ll be fine, I don’t think he stabbed anything important.” You scoffed bitterly.

“Jungkook you’re bleeding everywhere!” You reached for his hand, gripping it tightly before bringing it to your lips. Jungkook gave you a lazy smile.

“I said I won’t let them hurt you didn’t I?”

“Okay you guys can fuck later, where should I go?” Namjoon rolled his eyes.

You scrambled for your phone, “There’s a motel off the highway a few minutes ahead, just keep driving straight”

Namjoon pressed down his foot, the car rumbling over the grassy ground beneath it before they finally got back on the road. Looking behind, he sighed in relief as he found that they had lost Hobi’s tail. 

-

Jungkook’s eyes opened to the sound of shuffling. He blinked before realizing it was you tending to his wounds. 

“Oh good you’re up” You smiled, kissing him on the cheek, “How are you feeling?”

Jungkook strained to sit up. “I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt”

“Yeah because we fucking gave you opioids” Namjoon chuckled. The room was small, there were two twin beds, a chair, and the door to a bathroom next to a tiny window that allowed the early morning sun to bleed through. “You need to tell us what the fuck is going on Jungkook”

He sighed, “Jin’s...insane. I don’t even get it to be honest, I broke into his place and he had pictures of Y/n everywhere, and it looked like he wanted to kill Yoongi. I read his diary, and I was right, he was behind all of this fucking shit. Every time someone hooked up with Y/n and he found out about it he messed with them. He’s sick. The only person he didn’t hurt was Taehyung, I’m guessing you didn’t fuck him. Understandable” Jungkook chuckled to which you have a guilty glance to Namjoon, “Now Taehyung was trying to pull a coup on Jimin and Yoongi but Jimin apparently found out about it. So he killed him. Plain and simple.”

“So then why the fuck was Jin spazzing out at Death Valley? And why did Jimin even want to go to Death Valley?”

“I think they’re trying to find Yoongi. Jin really wants him dead. Jimin probably wanted to be there to piss him off if he was watching”

“But Jin has Yoongi in custody” You argued. 

Namjoon pursed his lips, “Maybe not. Yoongi could have escaped after I kicked Jin.”

The three of you fell silent.

“We need to find Yoongi” Jungkook concluded, “If we want our asses safe we need to find him and make sure Jimin doesn’t try to kill us. Maybe Y/n should go back to Jimin. She can use him and help figure that out”

Namjoon shook his head, “Absolutely not. He’s dangerous, I don’t want her anywhere near this.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, “Think about it Joon. She can go be the pretty little girlfriend, Yoongi will get fucking pissed and show up. He can take care of this for us”

“He’s right Namjoon” You pitched in. “I can do this. Let’s put an end to all this. Yoongi can come back, you can get your record deal, Jimin will go to jail, it’ll be fine”

Namjoon exchanged glanced between both you and Jungkook before letting out a frustrated huff “Fine. But I’m coming with you. Jimin has another performance tonight. Go with him there, they’ll be a ton of fucking paparazzi and maybe Yoongi will show up” He clenched his fist, “I need to go blow off some steam, I’m heading to the gym. They won’t find me there, I’ll be back soon”

You nodded, watching as Namjoon took off. Jungkook reached for his jacket, fiddling through his deep pockets before pulling out a couple pills.

“Oh I don’t think so, you’re already on some intense stuff Kook” You said, snatching the bag from his hands. Jungkook pouted at you, and you couldn’t help but fawn at his cute face.

“You can try them at least” You rolled your eyes, taking one of the bright orange pills in your palm and popping it into your mouth. Jungkook grinned.

“You looked really hot by the way. Last night.” Jungkook’s voice lowered slightly, “If I didn’t think you were about to die I would have definitely fucked you then and there”

“Yeah?” You chuckled, carefully leaning over him to kiss his lips, lingering slightly. “My hero” You giggled, running your tongue over his lips.

“Shit you’re gonna make me hard and I can’t fucking move” Jungkook chuckled, pushing you away. Your hands slid beneath his shirt, fingers dancing across his chest as you looked at him with lustful eyes. He gulped.

“You don’t have to move. I can take care of you” You pushed the fabric of his shirt up to kiss his belly. “That is...if you want”

Jungkook took a deep breath, pulling your face up to his, his large hands wrapped around your jaw. “You just cant get enough of my big dick can you baby?” He chuckled, “That’s what I get for saving your ass?”

“Oh please, you only saved my ass so you could keep tapping it” You nibbled his ear, letting your teeth graze across his lobes until he was squirming beneath you. “Can't get enough of my tight” You smacked your lips, “Wet, cunt. Can you hm?”

“Suck my cock right now” Jungkook growled, grabbing your hair and pushing you towards his twitching bulge. Your fingers were quick to trace the hem of his pants, sliding them down while Jungkook tilted his head back, groaning at the top of his lungs. You spit down on his cock, thumb rubbing your saliva all over his mushroom tip, feeling the way his length throbbed against your palm. 

You stroked him languidly, enjoying the slick sounds as his pretty cock flushed with heat. His eyes were shaking with pleasure, fingers treading through your hair as you began to tease his tip with your tongue. You lapped at it like a kitten, mewling before planting your lips against it, giving it a chaste kiss. 

“Stop fucking teasing me. I’m so hard baby fuckkk” Jungkook voice rumbled, and you were more than happy to oblige him, letting your tongue wrap around his long cock, opening your lips wide so you could sink down on him, hollowing your cheeks against his thickness as he pushed up into your throat. 

“Ohhh fuck baby” He pushed you down, cockhead down your throat as you pumped your hands across his pulsing dick. His nails dug into your skull as he thrusted into you, “Fuck fuck you feel so good babygirl. Yes yes just like that” 

You gagged, loving his sour taste as you bobbed your head up and down on his length. Jungkook whined out, bucking his hips repeatedly, eager to cum quickly. 

“Oh my god baby mm gonna cum. Mm gonna cum all over your pretty face, you want that?” He cried out, clenching his fists in your hair as you continued to pleasure him. 

You let him go with a pop, your hands replacing you and furiously stroking his length as you slapped his tip against your face. He stared at you, breathless as cum spurted out, landing all over your eyes and lips. You rubbed your face against his cock as much as you could before he gave you every last drop of his seed. Jungkook let out a heavy sigh, looking at your cummed out face.

“Gross” The two of you turned to see Namjoon rolling his eyes, “I forgot my keys, God”

Jungkook blushed, pulling your face into his chest so you could wipe off against his shirt. Namjoon left for real this time and Jungkook grabbed your phone and handed it to you. 

“Call him. Tell him where you are, do it now, if Namjoon goes with you he’s just gonna be in danger”

You knew he was right, taking your phone from his hands you dialed Jimin’s number, pressing the device to your ear as you waited patiently. “Baby” Your eyes locked onto Jungkook as he gave you a reassuring nod, “I’m so scared, you need to come get me”

“Where are you?” Jimin hissed, “I’m coming right now, don’t worry just tell me where you are. And stay the hell away from Jungkook”

“I’m at a motel, on 22nd and 3rd street.” Jimin assured you that he was on his way and to stay exactly where you were. 

Jimin picked you up in his convertible, a truck of cameras following him around like sheep. You hopped into this car where he littered your face in kisses before berating you.

“You tried to shoot me!” He growled, hands gripping the wheel as he headed back to his apartment “Y/n you cannot trust people like Jungkook okay. He’s a drug dealer, he’s utter scum. Lying, two-timing, hustling, it’s all he knows”

You knew he was wrong but you simply nodded, “Yeah. I realized that later. I’m so sorry”

Jimin pulled into the parking lot slowly, “I have another concert tonight. Do you want to come with me?”

You nodded quietly. Jimin smiled, kissing your forehead before the two of you got out of the car. “Good. Dress pretty, there’s going to be cameras” He winked at you, chuckling as you rolled your eyes. “Park Jimin’s girlfriend ooooh” He tickled your sides before lifting you up and twirling you around. You giggled, noticing the happy twinkle in his eyes. 

A nasty feeling entered your stomach as the boy led your upstairs to his place. You had all your eggs in one basket now, and you prayed it was the right one. 

-

Yoongi sat, staring into a glass of what looked like whiskey, rolling the liquid lightly in his hands. His heart twisted with an aching reminder of the way you had looked at him the previous days, eyes full of terror and disgust. 

The image of Jin fucking you was seared into his brain, much like the reminder of your name inked into his back. He couldn’t shake you even if he wanted to. You hurt him. And he couldn’t deal with it.

He thought back to his phone call with Taehyung, which ended moments before Jin barged into his room with a loaded gun, tying him up and dragging him out. He cringed internally, unable to accept how easily he had let everything fall apart like this. 

It was Taehyung’s fault. If Taehyung had just been honest with him and done what he was told, Yoongi could have cleanly murdered all of these people and you wouldn’t even question it. It’s his fault he was dead, he did this to himself.

What Yoongi couldn’t understand was who killed Taehyung, if Jin had been with him. There was something else going on here that he didn’t understand. Jimin wouldn’t kill Taehyung, he didn’t know that they were associated. Hobi and Namjoon barely even knew who Taehyung was. It didn’t make sense. 

Was it that drug dealer? Yoongi swirled his glass again, realizing now that it was in fact empty. He motioned for the bartender, who slid him another drink. He leaned back, letting his eyes fall shut, recalling the look of your beautiful smile. He wanted to run away with you. He wanted to shower you with adoration and gifts.

He was willing to give you the world, but you just wouldn’t take it. Yoongi knew deep down it must be karma. He knew what he did to you all those years ago. It ate him alive every day. He recalled with bitterness when Jimin had found him pounding into your unconscious body. It was the reason their friendship was so strange and complex. Yoongi wanted so badly to be better than Jimin, but Jimin had his own motivations.

Your face had been everywhere. All of his work notifications had been about new spotting of you and Jimin. You and Jimin. You and Jimin. He never expected Jimin to actually go for a girl like you. He gambled on it, a realization that he wished he had years ago, that you were not one to play with. He couldn’t take any risks. He had to have you.

The rockstar had been sheltered like a rare treasure, one that could combust if exposed to pur daylight. Jimin clung to Yoongi like he was a saving grace, falling hard for any lies that came from him. It was too easy to get Jimin into drugs, encouraging him to slip past his heavy security to meet Yoongi in dark alleys to share a smoke. 

In a way, Yoongi wondered if he had grown fond of the bastard. The Jimin he knew and the Jimin you were obsessed with were two very different people. His Jimin was a bratty, impulsive crybaby. When Yoongi would lose his shit, Jimin would be the calm in the eye of the storm. He would write Jimin’s songs about you, the sadness and pain he felt being away from you as though you had broken his heart. The reality was he had broken you.

Yoongi stiffened as he felt something pressing against the back of his neck. He almost spilled his drink, until he recognized the sweet scent of you. He wondered if he was hallucinating. You slid your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. He bent forward, fingers tapping against the wooden bar as though he was trying to wake himself up. You were a nightmare now, he would fall apart if he saw you.

“Go away” He slurred, head drooping down. He felt the embrace tighten, the hands on his body rising to cover his heart, stroking him on the off beats of his bruised pulse. “I hate you” A tear rolled down his cheek, “You ruined me”

“I’m sorry” You mumbled into him, “I should have believed you. I know you didn’t do it Yoongi” Yoongi swallowed thickly, tears streaming down his face. “Baby look at me” Your voice was the best sound he had ever heard. He wanted to hear you sing, die at the sound of you whispering his name just as you were now. Yoongi. Yoongi.

“Yoongi!” You snapped finally, seeing now that he was drunk out of his mind. He finally turned to face you, eyes barely open enough to register you were there. His fingers traced the outline of your face, touching your eyelids, your nose, tugging barely at your plush lips. 

“My love” He exhaled, “My princess. I’m so sorry” His thumb brushed across your cheek as he blinked out more tears. He was overwhelmed by you, your beauty, your personality, everything about you made him glow inside. 

It wasn’t till his eyes lazily landed on the bandage across your neck that it felt as though a cold bucket of water washed over him. He clutched your shoulders “Who did this to you?” 

“Jin.” Yoongi’s eyes flashed. He kissed the bandage softly before tucking your hair behind your ear. “He’s already dead” Yoongi sighed in relief, nodding before he buried his face into your chest. He inhaled deeply, a wave of comfort flushing over him through your warmth. 

“I missed you” He mumbled. You tilted his face up to yours. He looked shattered, the redness in his eyes doing nothing to hide to darkness he was feeling deep inside. He ached. He ached so bad for you, and it was clear as day.

“I know. I’m so sorry”

Yoongi watched your face carefully “Don’t leave me Y/n” He slurred, nose brushing against yours. The alcohol on his breath had you dying for a taste of his sweet bitter lips. His eyes softened, for you were his universe. Your smile was his purpose. He was your knight in shining armor, willing to do anything for you.

Your heart was pounding, and so was his, as you guys remained steady, so close, but too scared to move forward. Too hurt to just close the gap and let your bodies and souls align. 

“I love you.” You didn’t even realize you said it, because the truth came like another simple breath of air. Yoongi pulled you into his lap, hands stroking your neck as he finally began to accept that you were real. You were there in his arms.

“Then marry me” His voice trembled. He noticed you stiffen “My life is dangerous...love, you already know that. So many people want me dead...I don’t know how long I’ll last”

“Don’t say that” You buried your face into his neck, the smooth silk of his shirt cushioning your cheek. “Please don’t say stuff like that” After the day you had, you couldn’t handle the thought of Yoongi getting shot, stabbed, killed in any capacity. He was a pillar of sanity created out of utter chaos.

“I don’t have a ring, but I’ll buy you as many diamonds as you want. I’ll get you everything. You can have the world, just tell me and it’s yours” Yoongi’s lips lingered against yours, his voice a soft panic, desperate, grabbing at whatever he could. “I can’t survive without you”

“You won’t have to” You finally gave in, closing the gap between your lips to kiss him in anguish, prying to make up for lost time. Pour your apology, your remorse, your fear, anything you could feel into him. He pulled you closer, lips hot on one another as you moaned. You gripped his shirt while his hands glided up and down your lower back.

“I don’t want you touching anyone else.” Yoongi growled into your mouth. You nodded quickly, pulling him in. His taste was addictive. Everything around you seemed to fade into nothing, all there was was the two of you, and the beautiful things you were able to feel because of him. You couldn’t deny it anymore. You didn’t want anyone else.

“Only you” You assured him. He pulled away, taking a deep breath to steady his racing heart. His cheeks were flushed and so were yours, his tear stained face drying up but eyes still glossy. You slid off of his lap, tugging at his sleeve. “I want you”

Yoongi nodded, grabbing his drink and pouring the whole thing down his throat before following you. You led him to an empty longue where he sat you down, falling to his knees. 

“Yoongi?” You questioned him as he kissed the tops of your knees. He shook his head.

“You’re my princess. I’m not taking that for granted anymore. I want to make you feel good” His lips trailed up your thighs as he pushed the skirt of your dress up  above your waist, “Better than that motherfucking cop ever could”

He tugged your panties down with his teeth, pushing your knees as far apart as he could until you winced in pain. He took a moment to admire you, your pussy was exquisite, trembling all for him. He licked a stripe across your folds, savoring your sweet taste. He continued, spitting out on you, fingers digging into your knees as he looked up, tongue swirling messily around your cunt. 

“Delicious” He smacked his lips as you whimpered, “Wanna hear you baby, don’t hold back” He plunged his tongue into you, sucking softly as he pumped his tongue in out and around, ensuring to give ever crevice of you the attention it so badly craved.

He could eat you out every day. You were better than any drink he’d ever had and he wanted you to know that. He wanted you to see how far he would go to love you. He didn’t care if he was on his knees before you, a man as powerful as him, as rich as him. He would throw it all away for you. Lost in thought, his tongue fucked into you rapidly as his name echoed through the room between your gasping moans. 

“Fucking whore” Yoongi could feel your walls tighten as he mumbled into you, “Only I get to eat this pussy now. Only me. Only I get to touch you like this, right love?”

You nodded, drool collecting at the side of your lips. Yoongi groaned in approval, quickening his pace. You tried to close your legs as the sensations began to overwhelm you but you couldn’t, his grip was too strong. 

You felt your high approaching, his hot tongue buried deep in your cunt, slobbering all over you in the best possible way. Your eyes flew shut as Yoongi urged you on, pulling your cunt further into his face so his nose was pressed up against your clit. You grinded up into his face, screaming as your orgasm crashed down, your entire body trembling with hot sparks of pleasure.

“Oh my God” You gasped for air as your high sustained, Yoongi’s tongue not relenting for a second as he continued to lick you dry. You squirmed and wiggled beneath his steady grip, crying out his name in a mumbled mess like it was all you knew how to say. 

Yoongi backed away, licking your arousal from his lips and sighing heavily. Your eyes slowly fluttered open as the cold air hit between your legs. “That was so fucking good baby…” Your eyes drop to the floor where Yoongi had fallen onto his side, blood trickling from his lips. “Baby?” 

You dropped to your knees, reaching for Yoongi’s face. You checked his pulse, but nothing came. “Yoongi!” You cried, shaking his body, “Oh my God, no...no…” You reached for his phone, dialing 911.

“Hello? Help me please, he isn’t waking up!”

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death valley (m) | part 10

summary: a summer internship at a famous record label turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: yoongi x reader, namjoon x reader, jimin x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 10k

warnings: reader discretion advised. smut over the cut, rough sex, choking, hair pulling, penetrative sex, obsessive, possessive yandere themes, daddy kink, dom!jimin, degradation...like mean, anger kink?, EDGING, manipulation, toxic relationship dynamics, mutual masturbation, WHINY joon, breast play, dom!yoongi, a lot of kissing, groping, partying with hobi, guns, shootings, car chase, paranoia/fear, reader is BADASS, lying, drug/alc use & reference, betrayal, cheating, slight angst, pet names, fingering, oral, light spanking , impreg kink (slight)

part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | finale (lite) | finale (dark) part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | series navi | masterlist |

F L A S H B A C K—

There was something incredibly comforting about the way the water was pounding onto your back as you sat on the shower floor, hugging your knees to your chest. The steam scalded the back of your scalp as you attempted to wash away the horrors of your rendezvous at Death Valley.

You were uneasy, Jimin had been a bit too eager to find you, to act as though you hadn’t literally tried to end his life the night before in an impulsive bought of confusion. You wondered if he was pretending, because for you, it was eating you up alive. How could you shoot the man you dedicated years of your life to? Hours on end just dreaming about a second glance from him for what?

You almost slipped as you stepped out of the marbled space. A catchy beat broke you out of your daze, as you slowly walked into the living room.

There he was—shirt off, sweat dripping down his body, adding a dewy glimmer to the chains that lay loosely across his toned neck— settled behind his drum set. He wasn’t looking anywhere particular as he nodded his head to the rhythm. He was laser focused, jaw tight as he moved the drumsticks with an effortless flick of his wrists.

Jimin finally became aware of your presence, placing his palms to halt the vibrations of the drums.  He swiveled on the stool towards you, thighs spread wide, bending forward to pick up his water bottle.

He looked up at you, panting, lips parted enough for you to see how he slightly ran his lip over them. He smirked, taking a sip. Water trickled down the edges of his thick lips.

His eyes were locked on yours, teasing you—no, daring you. The sweat from his hair misted onto the floor as he pushed back his tangled locks.

Patting his lap, he motioned for you “Come here” He waited as you settled yourself onto him, his arms immediately reaching out to grip your waist over your flimsy robe.

“I could get used to this” His voice was laced with mischief, dragging his lips onto to your neck. “Seeing you naked every day” He nipped at the bottom of your jaw, sucking as you tilted your head for him. “Fucking you in the shower”

You let out a sharp gasp as he slid your robe off, palming your breasts. He brushed his calloused thumbs over your nipples, lightly curling his fingers around your flesh. Your chest gleamed with pleasure, a burning ecstasy coursing through your veins.

“Jimin” You whined as he kissed the top of your chest. His gaze wavered between your eyes and lips. He could see how much he affected you, loving the soft whimpers that you made with his every touch. The pleading look in your eyes, begging for more.

He watched as you stood, pulling him up with you before he spun you until your elbows held you up against the wall. Deep down Jimin was hurt, not so much by your attempt to kill him, but by the fact that you didn’t believe him over a lowlife like Jeon Jungkook.

“Ungrateful slut” He muttered, taking a moment to admire your ass as his hands slid up your spine, wrapping around your neck. He couldn’t understand you. He sang for you in front of the whole world. Showed you off like you were his queen every chance he got. You are Park Jimin’s girlfriend, everyone knew that. But despite all that, you betrayed him.

“You’ve been a bad girl. You don’t deserve my cock” His grip tightened, and you cursed with pleasure, loving the way his slender fingers felt stealing your breath away. How did you not realize how many others would kill to be where you were? How were you not on your knees for him every night? Who the hell did you think you were?

“Please Jimin...just fuck me” He left a tight slap on your ass, grinning while his teeth grazed over the side of your face.

“Why should I, huh? You trashy slut. I know about you and Yoongi.” His palm smacked you again, this time clawing into you after the impact “You’ve been screwing him, haven’t you?”

You whined, nodding as a fucked out expression overtook you. The roll of his hips riling you up with just enough friction to leave you desperately unsatisfied.

“Bet you found out how rich he was and seduced him like the greedy whore you are. Bouncing on his cock like a brainless bitch every damn night” His voice boomed against your ear. The look in his eyes was petrifying. Pulling his cock out, he lined himself up to your throbbing heat.

“Eyes on me babygirl” Jimin forced your face towards his. He was incredibly thick pushing inside you, filling you up to a point it was painful.

“You want daddy to be angry, don’t you Y/n? You like it. Turns you on, doesn’t it?” His grip on your neck tightened more, more and more until you were frantically choking for air. He began to drag his cock out of your tight hole, pussy clenching at the absence of his length before he thrusted back in.

“I asked you a fucking question” He let you go, allowing you to gasp for a dizzying breath as his hands slid to cover your bouncing tits, holding them firmly in place.

“Y...yes” You whined, unsuccessfully attempting to stabilize yourself. You cursed with each push, loving the stretch of how deep he filled you up, pounding against you like an animal. “I feel really good...daddy...feel so good” You spurt out, words muffled against the glass.

You clenched your eyes shut, elongated moans hiking in pitch with every fluid flex of his hips. His fingers dug into you, kisses nipping at the nape of your neck. He could feel your pussy clamp down around his length, quivering with wetness. He could hear it— the needy squelching of your cunt, swallowing him in.

“Don’t you dare cum. Or I swear to god” He began pulling you back to meet each thrust, pushing so impossibly deep it had your eyes bulging.

You could feel the pressure building as your pussy throbbed with want. Jimin forced his lips onto yours, swallowing your disgruntled cries. He didn’t stop pummeling into you, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

“Don’t” He growled loudly, fingers sliding down to rub your clit. Your vision went blank, everything was hot. You couldn’t think, you couldn’t breathe, all you wanted to do was cum. You screamed out desperately, barely able to hold on any longer.

“Daddy please let me cum” You whimpered, body shaking. You gave him the cutest, poutiest expression you could conjure “Let baby cum please. Please I’ll be good I promise...daddy please”

He gritted his teeth, "I said no. If you’re a good girl then you’ll listen”

“Please daddy!” You screamed out, lips parted, covered in drool as your eyes rolled back. “Need...to cum. I can’t—” You gasped loudly, tears rolling down your face as his thumb continued to assault your tingling clit, “Jimin...I can’t—”

You felt hot, flushed as he fucked you through and through, taking his other hand back to pinch your breasts, making you scream.

“Hurts doesn’t it?” Jimin seethed, breathing hard against your jaw “Imagine how I feel then, knowing you cheated on me after everything I’ve done for you”

“I’m s...sorry” Jimin gripped your neck, slamming your forehead into the wall.

“You’re sorry? It’s a bit late for that.” Jimin’s hand slid to your stomach, rubbing ticklish circles with the tips of his fingers “I’m gonna fuck you up until you’re all bloated for me...Let’s see what Yoongi does then huh? Let’s see how he feels seeing you nice and full of me”

“Goddd..with your pretty tits so big and full and..” Jimin growled, the thought driving him into a feverish frenzy. “All for me...because of me”

Your lips parted as you felt your pleasure pile like a ticking time bomb within you, body twitching all over. You swore you were on fire, body melting with sweat and desperation. “Jimin I can’t hold on”

He moaned out, cursing loudly as he came, face buried in your hair as he pulled you back on his cock until he emptied out fully. You gasped for air as his hot seed filled your every crevice.

You sobbed, still on the very last verge of your high as you heard Jimin chuckle bitterly, pulling your head back.

“You deserved that”

P R E S E N T   D A Y—

You eyes jolted open, mind blank and heart aching with worry as you slowly registered where you were. Jimin’s head lay on your chest, lips parted onto your skin loosely. His arms around your waist, hugging you to him.

You tried to move, but his tight hold prevented you from leaving, the suffocation reminiscent of how security had pulled you back the previous night, stopping you from going with Yoongi to the ambulance. They claimed to have been given specific orders not to let you leave, and would not tell you where he was being taken.

The shrill screams of the ambulance sirens continued to ring in your ears, the chorus to your uncertainty. You were nauseous, a horrible bitterness churned within you. You rose, stretching briefly before pacing around Jimin’s room. You met your eyes in the mirror above his dresser, doing you best to ignore you disheveled state as you ran your fingers over his trinkets.

It was a small photo frame that caught your eye. You lifted it up to see a young Jimin, smiling wide, and next to him stood Yoongi with a smirk.

“Don’t touch that” You jumped in your skin as Jimin appeared in front of you, taking the frame. He seemed to scowl as he set it face down, hiding the picture from you.

“You and Yoongi were friends”

Jimin glared at you “Key word being were. You have a lot of audacity saying that bastard’s name around me”

“I’m curious...what were you really like back then?” Your fingers tugged back at the frame, to which Jimin grabbed the photo frame and threw it across the room. “How well did you know him?”

“Bold of you to think I’m gonna sit here in my own goddamn house and talk to my girlfriend about the man she cheated on me with. You’re fucking toxic” He inhaled sharply, shutting his eyes with curled fists before letting out a deep sigh. “Just...go get dressed. I scheduled an interview for the both of us”

“I’m not really feeling that good Jimin...”

Wedging your jaw between his thumb and palm, he shoved you harshly against the wall, head pulsing with pain as he gritted his teeth.

“Do I look like I care how you fucking feel? How about how I feel Y/n, because clearly you never care about that. You think can just play with my feelings and you’ve got me wrapped around your finger huh? It’s pretty traumatic, you know, having the love of your life want you dead even though you’ve done everything for her. Changed for her. Try so damn hard to be good for her. Saved her despite how much she kept lying to him.”

You were too shocked to respond, trying to get a hold of his misunderstandings. Your silence only ticked him off more, growling, his nails dug into your shoulders, harshly dragging you into the bathroom.

“Get the fuck off of me” You snapped, writhing under his hold, “How many times are you going to do this huh? I’m toxic? Really? Every other week you scream at me like this and then turn around being all romantic and shit. You’re fucked up” You spit on his face, “I said get OFF”

Your heart wrenched, thinking of how Taehyung had once told you to simply call for him if Jimin did anything you didn’t want him too. Taehyung, who always had your back. Taehyung, who was now dead. Dead. Because of the man in front of you.

You knee’d Jimin in the thigh, pushing him off with all your strength. Mentally thanked Namjoon for his brief boxing lesson as you swung at him. Jimin ducked, but you slid past him and ran for it. You arrived at his door, tugging incessantly, only to find it locked.

“Let me out of here! I don’t wanna stay here” You pounded on the door, to no avail as Jimin began to laugh.

“I told you once before, and I’ll say it again. Go ahead and throw your tantrums. If you don’t show up at that interview with me, I’ll ruin you.” He hissed.

“After all” He chuckled, “Celebrity sex tapes look worse on the girl than the guy you know. Especially if you cheat on the nation’s biggest rockstar. I’ve got options, you want...” He scrolled through his phone casually,  “Hobi in the shower? Jungkook in the elevator? Or my personal favorite, you sucking your boss’ cock, which would ruin both of you”

Damn hotel footage. You slid to the floor in defeat. Jimin crouched down, keeping a reasonable amount of distance. “You did this to yourself, all I ever did was love you”

You gave him the nastiest look you could conjure, which he readily ignored, heading to the bathroom himself. A few feet away you could see the photo of Yoongi and Jimin lying, shattered, a crack prominently over Yoongi’s figure.

-

What’s it like working with Park Jimin? Would you say he’s changed? Hobi wanted to roll his eyes. He had answered the same question about five times already as reporters frolicked over to him, waiting for their turn with the man of the hour, who sat currently in the spotlight, with you by his side.

He could still feel the smoke scarring his throat, inhaling dust as he had grabbed a fire extinguisher and sprayed it all over the lab the previous night. He had been shocked seeing Jimin, clutching his side, with Jin’s dead body next to him. Jimin had given him one explanation. One word to explain everything. Jungkook.

He hated that he was working with the brat, but knew that if he wanted to bring Yoongi down and take over, he needed Jimin’s help. Jimin was eager, desperate even, to help him, even offering to hand over his own assets.

Jimin wanted out. And seeing the way he looked at you—a soft fondness, gentle glimmer in his eyes, Hobi understood why.

He would likely have done the same.

Jimin had insisted he drag Jin’s body out and take him to the hospital. He can’t die. I need him alive. Do what you have to. Hobi had been hesitant, not only did he not care about Jin, nor understand his involvement, but moreso he knew there were stacks of cash stored away in the depths of Death Valley.

Jimin had given him a sinister grin. Let it burn.

That same man was now kissing your cheek, laughing forcibly at whatever the interviewer said, as if none of it had happened. Hobi knew you well enough to see that every word from your mouth was a blatant lie. There was no love in your eyes. Even so, Jimin fawned over you like a puppy.

Once Jimin left to change, Hobi tapped your shoulder. “Hey. Do you know where Yoongi is?” He whispered. “I’ve checked every fucking hospital in miles of here. I can’t find him”

The mention of his name was like a knife wound to the heart. You clenched your fists, trying your best to ignore the burning ache in your chest as you thought about how he looked, lifeless, on the floor. Hobi noticed your eyes widen, placing a hand on your shoulder reassuringly while noting the way you flinched at his touch.

“You know” You folded your arms over your chest, a bitter scowl planted on your face “I thought you were different. I didn’t think you were another greedy bitch like the rest of them, but you’re worse. You kidnapped me. You beat up Joon. You almost killed Jimin too. Betrayed Yoongi the second you could, how much did Jimin offer you to chase us huh? How much did you get for telling him the truth, something I trusted you with? I’m not fucking dumb Hobi.” 

Hobi gave you a guilty look seeing the utter disgust in your glare.

And then an idea hit you. “You’d do anything for money right?”

He pursed his lips. You already looked down on him, it wasn’t like he had anything to lose. “What do you need?”

“Jimin’s blackmailing me.” Hobi’s eyes flashed with concern, “He’s not letting me leave his sight, he has a video of me fucking...uh...” You paused, watching your words, “Yoongi...and he says he will leak it to the press. I need you to destroy it.”

Hobi gave you a warm smile, a hint of pity in his eyes. “Y/n...you should have just told me. I would do this for you anyways, you don’t need to pay me”

You shook your head “No. You’re doing a job for me, not a favor, alright? I happen to know where Yoongi has a bunch of cash stored, and I can tell you where it is” Hobi read between your words, nodding. “I can’t...give you anything else”

“It’s Namjoon isn’t it?” He chuckled bitterly, “You’re always talking about him, always so fucking worried about him. I should have seen it coming.”

“What? No? No. Namjoon and I are just friends”

“Whatever. I’ll see what I can do. I’ll be over at Jimin’s later anyways. We can talk then”

-

Jimin snorted a line of cocaine off his kitchen counter before turning to you, sitting idly on his couch and watching your interview air, a look of disgust on your face. “You did great by the way. A bunch of people wanna meet you, for sponsorship deals and whatnot. You’re hot shit. There’s a beach event I have to attend this evening, you’re expected to make an appearance”

He sat down by your side, kissing your cheek but you flinched. Your arms wrapped around your knees, hugging yourself, desperate for comfort. You felt alone, more alone than you ever had, even when you’d spent nights on your phone back in your own apartment, daydreaming.

“What’s wrong?” His eyes were sincere, and that was the sickening part. You knew he liked you, genuinely liked you. Despite this being true, his behavior made you exhausted. “If it’s about this morning...I’m sorry. You know I just say dumb stuff when I get upset” He placed his chin on your knees, blinking at you cutely.

You want him to leave you alone, you wanted to tell him off, but you had to play your cards right if you were going to escape and find Yoongi. “It’s okay.” Jimin leaned in. He kissed you fondly, you didn’t reciprocate.

“I’m not really in the mood Jimin” He sighed, resting his forehead against yours before nodding. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing his lips to the top of your head before you feel him humming softly.

Your heart skips a beat when you realize he’s humming one of his songs. One of your favorites. “I’m sorry baby” He mumbled into your neck, “Please forgive me. I love you, you know that right?” You didn’t respond, glancing at the clock and wondering when Hobi would get the job done.

“I know” You said blandly. Jimin shook your shoulders.

“Tell me what I can do” He pleaded “How can I make it up to you?” He looked around, as if he would find a solution lying somewhere in his home. “You asked me about my past this morning. I’ll tell you anything you wanna know”

Finally you gave him an ounce of your attention “Really?” He nodded, pinching your cheeks “How did you and Yoongi meet then?”

“He was hired by my label at the time. They thought he would be good to write songs for the age group I was targeting, since we were both young. I always looked up to him, he was like an older brother. I didn’t really have friends growing up, I spent all my time with my managers and bandmates. Yoongi was normal, he’d tell me stories about his life, and I’d live through him”

“Did you know he met me back then too?” Jimin’s jaw tightened.

“Yeah. I did” He cleared his throat “I beat the shit out of him that night. I’m” He gulped, holding your hands tightly “I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner. I would have stopped him”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

Jimin gaped at you “Oh uh...nothing, never mind. Yoongi and I stopped talking as much after...something happened. He got more serious about his career and I got more serious about selling drugs. I was fed up with music, I could barely remember why I started”

“It broke my heart when you stopped” You admitted sheepishly.

“Can I be honest? I really did see you Y/n. I mean I didn’t know who you were, but I was familiar with you. I thought you were really pretty, really nice. I told Yoongi about you too. The gorgeous girl who was always in the front row with her friends. Black eyeliner, fishnet leggings. That’s why I gave you my jacket. I couldn’t ever talk to you...I wasn’t able to come hang out or party after performances with all of you. But I liked you. At least the idea of you, now that I know you it’s...” Jimin blushed “Better than I could have ever hoped. You’re amazing”

Wish I could say the same You thought to yourself. You were about to respond when the doorbell rang. Jimin got up, answering it to reveal Hobi. He met your eyes with a slight nod before turning to Jimin.

He whispered something to Jimin which caused them both to look back at you briefly. "Y/n, I have to step out. I’ll be back soon baby, and I’ll grab you something to wear for tomorrow. Text me if you need anything” He quickly kissed you one final time, before he and Hobi headed out, locking the door behind them.

You ran to the window, hoping to push it open. It was glued shut. You tried every room. Every possibly way, but nothing would budge. You were trapped.

You plopped down on Jimin’s bed, analyzing the constant swivel of the fan above you. Your eyes locked on the center, allowing the panels to blur together, like the blur of the past few days, until it was all once, constant mess that kept on going.

You decided to call Namjoon, see if he might be able to come break you out “Hello? Joonie?”

“What the fuck you guys!?” Namjoon barked, an evident pout to his tone. You smiled inwardly, imagining the look on his face “I came back you were both gone. What the fuck? Couldn’t you have called yesterday?”

“I’m sorry, I got caught up. Wait...is Jungkook not with you?”

“I thought he was with you. Where are you, did you find Yoongi?”

“Not really. I went to the party last night and found him, but I think he got poisoned or something. He got taken away in an ambulance but apparently he’s not at any hospitals around here, so he’s still missing”

“I tried calling Jungkook but fucker doesn’t have a goddamn cellphone so...didn’t know if I should call you in case Jimin was like..”

“Wait” You realized, sitting up. “It was Jungkook. He poisoned Yoongi and took him. He’s the only one who could have. Hobi doesn’t know where Yoongi is, and neither does Jimin. Jungkook was the one who told me to come without you, and he knew where I was”

“Why would he do that?”

You pursed your lips, thinking back to everything you learned, every plot, every lie, every truth. “Why else?” You laughed “He’s a drug dealer. Money. He’s gonna ask Yoongi for money. Or the gang. Or something, he’s gonna extort something out of him. We have to get him to tell us where Yoongi is”

“Well we don’t know where Jungkook is now either. Although I can bet that he’ll try contacting Jimin since there’s no way Yoongi would agree to any of his terms”

The jingle of keys was heard through the wall, causing you to practically jump out of the bed, quickly hanging up the phone before Jimin returned to the room.

“I’m back. Sorry about that, look what I got for you” He held up a cute black designer bikini. “I’ll admit, half the reason I’m even going to this thing is so I can see you in this” He laid the garment on the bed by your feet.

“Is...Hobi coming to the party too?” You feigned indifference, letting your fingers glide over the soft fabric of the swimwear. Jimin nodded.

“Obviously.”

-

The sun’s rays came down hot as you and Jimin arrived in his white convertible at the event. You could see large beachballs floating about, bright neon flashes of people’s clothes. It was practically a rave.

Your skin felt sticky against the leather seats as you shifted in your skimpy outfit. Jimin couldn’t keep his hands off of you, lips glued to your neck the entire ride.

“You’re so fucking hot holy shit” He complained, whining when you ultimately pushed him away.

Your skin burned as you emerged from the car, the brightness of the day only catalyzed by the camera flashes that pummeled you the moment you stepped out. Jimin arrived at you side, waving to the camera’s briefly before his hand found your back and he led you in.

It wasn’t long before Jimin got caught up in introductions, and while you were ecstatic to meet so many famous people, you had bigger things to worry about. Excusing yourself, you made your way to the bar.

“Damn” You felt a hand squeeze your ass as you leaned against the counter. You were ready to punch someone’s face in until your eyes settled on Jungkook’s familiar face.

“Oh hey” You pursed your lips “Where’s Joon?”

"He’s still at the motel. I’ll head back tonight I just...wanted to check in and see how things were going?” The bartender approached the two of you. “What’ll you have? Tequila shots again?” Jungkook smirked. You eyed his figure, a loose yellow top, clearly designer, bringing out his jet black hair that you were still adjusting to.

“Scotch. On the rocks” You spoke to the bartender directly. Jungkook raised his eyebrows but didn’t comment. Leaning back you observed the party unfolding before you. “Jungkook” You leaned forward, letting your breath fan onto him, lips barely grazing over his chiseled jaw “I know you know where he is”

Jungkook’s expression hardened. “What if you and I brought it all down” You fingers tugged at his collar “What if we took over all of this, made millions a day, we’d be so rich no one could touch us”

The drinks appeared, Jungkook took a large sip of his beer before giving you an incredulous look “Damn. Someone’s gone all gangster herself has she?”

“Yoongi trusts me. I could play him...find out where all his money is... Then you come in” You brought the glass to your mouth “and kill him” The bitter liquid teased your lips, but you knew better than to actually drink anything.

“I like the way you think, but how do I know you’re not just gonna keep the money for yourself?” Jungkook’s hand slid up your thigh.

“It’s up to you. Trust me, or don’t. Your choice” You left a kiss on his neck, your red lipstick leaving a mark on him before you got up, taking care to sway your hips just a bit extra as you walked away. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, tugging you back against his chest.

“Fine, but pull anything and I’ll kill your little idol boyfriend” His lips covered yours, kissing you just barely.

“Speaking of whom, you better get your hands where I can see them.” You pushed him away, “Jimin, the media and security have eyes on me like a hawk. I’ll need your help leaving without him noticing”

Jungkook nodded “And one more thing. Namjoon comes with us”

“Deal.” You watched as he quickly vanished into the beautiful crowd of young, drunk socialites. Dumping your drink into the trash, you wandered around looking for Jimin.

In the middle of the dance floor, Hobi was dancing sensually between a cluster of beautiful woman. You stared a moment too long, causing him to look up and meet your amused gaze. He beckoned you towards him, pushing his entourage aside to approach you.

“Wanna dance?” He grinned, holding his hand out. You raised your eyebrows, but entertained him. He pulled you into his arms, twirling you around playfully before his hands landed on your hips, guiding them to the swing of the steady bass of the electronic beats that pulsed through the venue. “It’s done” He whispered, pulling a small flash drive out of his shirt pocket, before flirtatiously sliding it into your bra.

“Thanks. Give me your phone and I’ll type in the address” Hobi handed you his device. You continued to nod your head to the music as you typed into it. You waited until Hobi got distracted with someone before swapping your phone for his and handing it back.

“Pleasure doing business with you” He winked, sliding your phone into his back pocket “Better find your man. I’ll see you soon”

You smiled at him weakly, leaving the dance floor to find a hidden space behind the DJ stage. Pulling out Hobi’s phone you quickly typed up a text message.

Suddenly you heard a large explosion. You rapidly turned to see that a car parked on the beachfront had burst into flames.

“No one got hurt. Come, quickly” Jungkook appeared besides you, clutching your wrist as the two of you sped through the chaos and screams. Jungkook was faster than you, but you did your best to keep up, taking a second to glance into your palm to ensure your message sent.

-

Namjoon had been impressed with you the moment the two of you met. He could see the excitement in your eyes at the opportunity to work on music that people would actually get to enjoy. Even after Death Valley plagued your existence, he always maintained respect for your resilience.

He bitterly thought back to Jin’s badgering of you during your questioning after Taehyung’s murder. What Jin had said, sickeningly, made a lot of sense to him. Yoongi was notoriously impulsive, it was one of his greatest flaws as a leader, one of the reasons that Jungkook would always spend hours talking shit about his boss.

And if what you said was true, Namjoon found himself doubting everything Jungkook had told him. Your text had been firm. He smiled inwardly at your words, imagining the tone of your voice speaking them to him directly. You were authoritative, focused, and unwilling to play around any longer.

It was sexy as hell.

“We’re back” Jungkook’s keys jingled in the doorway, for the two of you entered the motel room.

“We can’t stay here though, Jimin knows where this is” Namjoon’s eyes widened at you, wearing nothing but a black bikini with a sheer wrap low around your hips. Your eyes softened at him, “I swapped my cellphone with Hobi’s in case Jimin tries to find me. We don’t have much time, he’s definitely gonna have someone come after us” You turned to Jungkook. “We can plan in the car, Namjoon grab your things, lets go”

Namjoon joined you in the backseat, insisting that it would be safe for you not to sit in the front in case they reached any highway footage.

“How did you know I did it?” Jungkook glanced at you in the rearview mirror, both hands on the wheel.

“You’re the only one who could have.” Your eyes remained glued to Namjoon’s “It was genius. Now we have Yoongi, we can get whatever we want from him, or even offer him up to Jimin for a prize”

Namjoon’s hand slid over yours, squeezing it lightly. He knew that the convincing lies that came from your mouth must be hurting you. You loved Yoongi, he could see that as clear as day. Whether Namjoon approved or not wasn’t the point, he wanted you to be happy.

“What did you have in mind?” Jungkook queried. Namjoon glanced out the window, watching as aimless fields of greenery blurred past him. You tugged at his sleeve, giving him a look that said are you okay? He nodded, smiling slightly.

“Let me say that Jimin poisoned him, and I found him and saved him. I’ll seduce him into telling me where he keeps all his money and contacts.” Namjoon grinned. That was not your plan. Your plan was to save Yoongi, kill Jungkook and with his help, make a run for it, dealing with whatever aftermath with Jimin once your had the most powerful man you knew back at your side.

He wondered if Yoongi would appreciate you scheming like this. He had a dirty feeling that he wouldn’t. Yoongi was the type to maintain the weakness, the helplessness of those around him. He had to be leagues above the rest, Namjoon bit his lip at the thought that he would never see you as an equal, rather, as something he owned.

Like a prize.

-

Silk sheets cushioned the throbbing pain that beat through Yoongi’s skull as his eyes flickered open. He had no idea where he was, not even remembering how he got there in the first place.

He rubbed his eyes, sighing deeply before his eyes landed on a remote. There was a large television screen in front of him. He carefully turned it on.

Welcome back! Today’s guests we have superstar rock icon, Park Jimin and his first public girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N.

Yoongi watched with an unamused expression, bothered by you by Jimin’s side. His hand rested on your knee, occasionally sliding up, to which Yoongi found himself digging his nails into his palm. You hugged Jimin’s arms, smiling brightly enough to shatter him to pieces.

Would you say that she’s the one? Can we expect an engagement? Jimin looked over to you. Yoongi could see it in his eyes. It wasn’t a performance. It wasn’t a show. Jimin’s eyes watered ever slightly before he smiled. Of course. She’s the love of my life. One day I hope we can show the world that.

He grabbed the lamp that was on the bedside and threw it across the room. Shards of glass scattered across the floor. He had waited too long to deal with Jimin. It was time.

He recalled so many years ago, the night when Jimin had pointed to you from behind the curtains of one of his earliest shows, a pretty fan that caught his eyes. He had followed the star’s finger to see your eyes for the first time. And just like that he was yours.

After that he found out everything— who you were, where you lived. It wasn’t hard, you were a big fan. He wanted you right away, but your public displays of affection for the bratty singer had him seething. It simply wasn’t fair. Jimin got to be the star while Yoongi remained in the shadows, writing his songs, doing all the heavy lifting, but Jimin got everything. Why did he get to have you too? He deserved you far more than Jimin did.

“Yoongi?” The door opened. You stood, dressed modestly in a white blouse and leather skirt. Your eyes went to the screen, where your interview continued to play. Yoongi turned the screen off, sitting up slightly.

You came to his side immediately, stroking his arm. “Don’t listen to all that. It’s fake. It’s all fake, I promise” You pleaded. He remained unfazed by your touch.

You rested your head against him, listening to the steady beat of his chest. His heart trembled, looking down at your face, eyes closed, so incredibly peaceful. He couldn’t help the way he wanted to run his fingers through your hair, the way he couldn’t stop himself from cradling you in his arms, thumb tracing the side of your face.

He said nothing—instead he leaned in and kissed you fondly. His lips were hot on yours, you felt lightheaded, dizzy with bliss as he latched onto you, swallowing you every moan, every sweet sigh that left your pretty lips. His eyes were shut, senses focused only on the indulgent taste of you. He was addicted to you. He couldn’t even rationalize the reality of you in his arms.

“I love you” He professed in a faint whimper, hands fawning over your blushed cheeks. Your eyes were glued to his mouth, gasping for air amidst the heavy suffocation of feelings he burned within you. “So bad that it scares me”

“Me too” You assured him, kissing him back earnestly, “I understand you, more than you know. You don’t need to be afraid” You tilted his face to yours as he finally met your gaze “I won’t leave you. Never Yoongi.” You shook your head “Never”

He smiled, a smile so unique. Full sets of teeth spread wide across his face. A tear disobeyed you, running off down your cheek. Yoongi saw this, lowering his gaze with concern. He simply stared for a minute as you hid your face.

“What’s wrong my love?” You let your eyes close, focused on the feeling of him so close. It only made the tears fall faster.

He turned your head towards him lightly, his fingers grazing the path of your tears. He kissed your cheek, lips lingering a while. You could feel his racing heart. The pounding in your chests so perfectly offbeat. He rest his forehead against yours, staring directly into your eyes. The tips of your noses distant by just atoms.

“I..w..was so scared. I thought…you might be dead” You whispered. You could feel that he smiled again. He was soft. In every possible way. His touch, his smile, his eyes, his lips.

Without missing another beat he smashed his lips onto yours, grabbing your hips and pushing you onto the bed. He crawled up your body, tugging at your blouse. You lifted your arms, allowing him to pull the garment off of you, tossing it aside swiftly before he dove into your chest.

Yoongi loved your breasts, and he made sure you knew that, tenderly kissing them, tugging at the sensitive flesh with his tongue. He pulled your bra down harshly in order to suckle you.

His movements were messy and obscene, which had you unraveling into mess of wetness between your trembling thighs.

“Beautiful” He paused, pushing hair behind your ear before he began to unbutton his own shirt. You helped him along, fingers mingling with his as you wrestled the silky material off of him to reveal his perfect skin. His chiseled abs staring you in the face as your fingers played with the hem of his pants.

Yoongi gripped your hips and turned you onto your stomach. He pushed your knees up under your stomach so that your ass hung out nicely for him. He yanked down your skirt, panties along with it. His fingers slid against your sopping cunt. You could feel him pressed hot against your back as he pushed a finger into you.

“You like that princess?” Yoongi asked, stroking your hair as he continued to pump his finger deeper and deeper inside of you. Your cunt swallowed him nicely as he added another finger, stretching you out wonderfully. You could feel his rings brush against your nerves, an amazing burn filling you.

“Yes, fuck, just like that” You sighed, a heavy sensation flowing through you as he continued to work your pussy. He planted his lips over his name etched into your glossy skin, trailing kisses down your spine as he continued to fuck you thoroughly.

His eyes glistened as he parted from you, watching the way your pussy dripped shamelessly onto the sheets with the simple flick of his wrist. He pressed his lips onto your ass, letting his tongue tease around before reaching your throbbing heat.

Like a kitten, his tongue hit you in small, featherlight flicks, licking you up—driving you into a frenzy as you tried to push your ass down on his face, which was now buried between your thighs, hands pulling your folds wider so he could give your cunt his full attention.

He lapped at you like he was dying of thirst, loving the way you cursed his name in pleasure. He could feel your body trembling above him, which only motivated him on.

“You like that princess?” Yoongi chuckled, the vibrations of his laugh hitting you deep in your core. His lips found your clit, sucking and kissing at it vigorously. “Like when I lick your pretty pussy like that?”

“Y…yes” You moaned loudly, not caring who might hear you. Yoongi groaned as you gushed onto him. His tongue finally pushed through, digging deep into your cunt until it found that sweet spot—the spot that had you screaming out for more. “Holy shit Yoongi yes.”

He removed his tongue, smacking your ass lightly to which you giggled, dazed in an aroused frenzy. He pulled your knees back before flipping you back over. You loved how easily he was able to move and twist your body to his liking. You loved the way he manipulated you to his pleasure. You wanted him too. You wanted his cock so fucking bad.

He pulled your legs over his shoulders, sliding out his thick, veiny cock. He tugged at the aching length, eyes layered onto your naked body. You felt the scorching heat of his cock head press against your cunt, and your eyes clenched shut as he began to push inside you.

His size was overwhelming, you missed it. He hovered over you on his elbows, kissing you long and hard, as if you might lose each other any moment. As if you were trying to express what you felt inside but couldn’t quite get it out. You were rendered useless—completely immersed in each others desperate touch.

He finally bottomed out, fingers cupping your face so he could look directly at you.

“I love you so fucking much” Your legs slid off his shoulders to wrap around his torso as he began to thrust into you harshly. Your face was flustered by his words, heart melting. You felt pain, warmth, pleasure and emotion—you were dizzy. Overwhelmed by everything he had to give you.

“My beautiful little princess fuck…so fucking perfect for me” He hissed into your jaw, inhaling your scent as he continued to piston his hips in and out of your squelching cunt. His cock pushed through your wall with a rapid burn, hitting you deep in your nerves, making your thighs quiver in pleasure.

Your hands scratched at his back, moaning abashedly as he took you. Yoongi backed away to breathe momentarily, his eyes serious, and his lips parted—panting heavily.

“Shit” He turned to his side, grabbing one leg and hooking it over his arm as he shoved himself back inside of you, pounding relentlessly. Drool escaped your pursed lips as you braced the impact of each ruthless push. “Feel good princess? Use your words love, come on”

“So fucking good Yoongi.” Yoongi bit into your collar, sucking until your skin turned purple, marking you as his. “Please don’t stop…don’t ever stop”

“My sweet princess, you’re so fucking perfect you know that? Wanna fuck your pretty tits” His breath hitched “Wanna cum all over you…drench you in my cum, you’d look so pretty like that, all filthy for me fuck”

He slowed his pace, staring deeply into the glimmer in your eyes. He got lost in you for a moment, stilling with his cock buried deep within you.

He pushed his lips back onto yours, and you felt a tear fall from his eyes “My princess…my love…I love you so much”

“I love you too” You held him tight, rolling your hips up to ease your need as emotions took him over. “You’re mine”

Yoongi’s eyes darted open. “I’m all yours princess” He slid his hand down to rub your slit into rapid circles. You clenched down on his cock desperately as his fingers wound you up. You could feel the pressure build in your core as his cock continued to assault you. “Want you to cum with me, can you do that for me love?”

You nodded, biting your lip. Yoongi pressed his forehead against yours and you could feel his cock twitching inside of you. Your walls began to convulse and it wasn’t long before the both of your were a scattered mess of screams.

“Don’t stop Yoongi please don’t fucking stop” You sobbed, bringing your hips up to meet his, wanting to feel him as deep as you possibly could. His cum shot out, filling you up to the brim. Yoongi groaned,  before falling limp over your body, kissing your lips tiredly.

He rolled over onto his side, pulling you into a soft embrace. He rest his head on your heart, hands caressing your back.

“Yoongi” You panted, still breathless. He looked up at you curiously “I want more” He grinned.

“Your wish is my command” He winked, picking you up into his arms. You wrapped your legs around him as he carried you into the bathroom.

Setting you down on the counter, you spread your legs wide. He slotted himself between you, lips glued to yours as though you were inseparable. You took fistfuls of his black hair, pulling his face closer into you. Your lip caught between his teeth as he tugged at it, blood spilling as he nipped at you roughly.

Pulling you down from the counter, he turned you around, bending you forward with your arms above your head, landing with a dewy haze onto the mirror in from of you.

You watched him through the reflection as he kept one hand around your wrists, allowing the other to slide down and pinch your nipples.

Yoongi slapped your tit playfully, watching with a glint in his eye at the way it bounced slightly. “You’re mine, you got that?”

“Yes sir” You squeaked. Yoongi’s eyes darkened at the term. He rolled his hips against your ass, and you could feel his length press against you.

“I don’t ever want you anywhere near Jimin” Yoongi teased “If I ever see you with that motherfucker again I’ll slit your throat, and his”

“Yes sir” Yoongi hummed in approval, letting go of your hands so that he could glide them down the expanse of your spine before smacking your ass.

“So pretty” He muttered, before his cock entered you again, filling you full in one deep thrust. He didn’t bother easing you into it, he pounded your battered cunt like there was no tomorrow, holding you up by the jaw, allowing to watch the fucked out faces you made as he fucked you so good. You looked like an absolute mess, mascara blemished around your teary eyes, drool all over your parted lips, whining and moaning as you begged for Yoongi to give you more and more.

You never wanted the pleasure to end. You loved the feeling of him inside you, the feeling of his hands on your body, doing as he pleased. You came with a shrill scream, after which Yoongi pushed you down to your knees so he could cum deep inside your throat.

You weren’t sure how many more times the two of you went at it, unable to get enough of one another, until Yoongi finally pulled you back to bed, littering your face with kisses as he begged you to stop before you killed him. You pouted, but his warm smile had you more than willing to cuddle up to him instead. He gave you his shirt to wear, and with that you wrapped your arms around him, settling into a soft embrace.

A loud pounding came from the door. Your eyes widened, meeting Yoongi’s hardened gaze.

You grabbed a gun from your purse, handing it to him as the pounding increased, before finally the door swung open, revealing Jungkook, revolver loaded and aimed at Yoongi.

“Who the hell are you?” Yoongi made a face, fingers sliding around the gun’s shaft. Jungkook pulled the trigger, bullets whizzed as Yoongi quickly rolled off the bed.

“Jeon Jungkook. Remember that name because it’s gonna be the name of the man who takes your precious little Death Valley out from under your nose” Jungkook hissed.

Yoongi laughed, standing up “So you’re the dealer I’m told is always bringing us the most business. If you really wanted to take over one day, you should know better than to tick of your superiors”

Jungkook shifted his gun’s aim to you, to which Yoongi aimed his gun back. “Shoot me and she dies. I know all about your little obsession Min Yoongi. That sadistic detective takes some damn good notes.” 

Jungkook’s eyes landed on you “You really think I would fall for your bullshit? I’ve been in this business far longer than you have sweetheart” Of course, you realized, Jungkook knew Yoongi would do anything for you. You were bait. You thought you were using him, but he was using you the whole time.

Yoongi growled lowly. “What do you want?”

“Transfer all your assets to me. I want everything. All the money, contacts, everything. Give me Death Valley”

Yoongi glanced back at you, perched on the bed still, hands gripping at the silk sheets in fear.

“No way” Your heart dropped. It was Jimin. He placed the barrel of his revolver against Jungkook’s skull “Move and I’ll kill you before you can even think”

Your heart was pounding as you analyzed the scene in front of you. Yoongi’s gun shifted to Jimin.

“Oh perfect. I’ve been meaning to get my hands on you brat” Yoongi hissed. Jimin gave Yoongi a dirty look.

“Shut up Yoongi. I know the truth. I know who you are. You lied to me my whole life, the fuck did I ever do to you huh? You slept with my girlfriend”

Your eyes flew shut as you heard bullets ring. “Y/n run” You heard Jimin shout “Run. Just go” You ducked, rolling off the bed as you watched the three men shoot at one another. Jimin grabbed your hand, “Go. Get out of here”

“Oh no you don’t” Jungkook hissed. You slipped into the hallway. You had no idea where you were, it seemed like a hotel. Your eyes scanned around until you found the stairs, pushing the door and quickly speeding your way down the steps.  

You could hear the echoes of Jungkook following you. You glanced up, giving Jungkook an opportunity to shoot at you. His bullets ricochetted off of the railing as you slid down to the next story, pushing the doors open until you found yourself in another hallway. You ran towards a supply closet, slipping inside as you pulled out Hobi’s phone with trembling hands.

“Namjoon.” You whispered into the phone as you heard more bullets, planting your hand over your mouth to muffle your frightened whimpers “Namjoon help”

“Where are you?” His tone was serious “I brought the car like you said in your text, find the closest window and tell me which way you’re facing, then I’ll come and you jump okay? I’ll catch you.”

“Okay” Your breath was shaky. You carefully cracked open the closet door, checking both sides before you rushed to the closest window. You looked around, eyeing a vase which you grabbed, banging it into the window and watching as the glass shattered into a million pieces. “I’m facing west.”

“Got it” You looked down. You were only roughly two stories up, but it still looked frightening. You saw Namjoon pull up beneath you. He climbed out of the car. “Jump. You’ll be fine I promise”

You gulped, not the biggest fan of heights of any kind. Your hand trembled, bleeding now as you grabbed onto the shattered windowsill.

“Y/n wait!” You glanced back to see Jimin running towards you. You clenched your eyes shut, a tear falling from the corner of your eye before you opened your eyes and jumped.

You landed on your hands and knees, the impact sending a searing pain through your limbs as Namjoon helped pull you down from the car, shooting up at where Jimin was now looking down in horror. “Come on”

You hopped into the car with him. He quickly pressed on the gas, and the car roared before accelerating off. Your hand was gripping onto Namjoon’s bicep for dear life as you tried to rationalize the past few minutes.

You heard more gunshots, looking in the rearview to see Jungkook, shooting from the drivers window of his own car.

“Faster Namjoon, fuck, give me your gun” You snapped. He handed you the device, and you lowered the window, aiming at the tires of his car as you shot a few times. The recoil of the gun surprised you, but one of the bullets managed to slightly pierce through Jungkook’s front tire. You watched as his car skidded to a stop, sighing in relief.

Namjoon watched the scene unfold from his rearview mirror, biting his lip as you rolled the window back up, slamming yourself against the backrest, sighing deeply.

-

After what seemed like an hour of hurried driving, Namjoon found a motel for the two of you to spend the night and gather your thoughts. You told him what happened, not sparing a single detail. You had no idea where Yoongi was, if he was alive, if Jimin was alive, if Jungkook was still chasing you, everything was up in the air.

The two of you lay silently on the bed. You wanted to cry but you couldn’t even bring yourself too. Your heart felt cold—dead.

“Y/n, let’s just run away” Namjoon was startled by his own voice, a prominent whisper laced with hope, “Leave all of this behind” His, eyes softened as he looked down on your face. “We could start over. Be normal people, live normal lives. Change our names, our look, get a house”

“Can you even imagine doing that?” You slid your hand to nudge his pinkies intertwining. “Seems like a fantasy”

Silence waved over the both of you, only the pounding of your own hearts filling the space with it’s quick rhythm. Namjoon could feel it all the way down to his fingertips, as they brushed against yours, terribly slowly.

“For what it’s worth, we’d make some real cute kids” You added with a chuckle.

His heart stopped. A suffocating sensation seemed to grab at his throat, choking the very life out him. 

“I can’t do this” His voice broke. “I can’t” He got up with a rush, slamming the bathroom door behind him before sliding down, face buried in his palms. He couldn’t touch you. He couldn’t even think about it. It was wrong. You loved Yoongi, and he was happy for you. Even if he felt like Yoongi was dangerous, if anyone could handle the gangster it was you.

It wasn’t your fault. He knew you, but that was just it. You made his heart flutter with every little action. Your sharp tongue had his weak in the knees, your attitude. He wanted you to tie him up, choke him down, suffocate him with your cunt.

Calm down. Namjoon began to think about less pleasurable things, but his mind was latched onto you, recalling that night where you had taken such good care of him before your fight. A simple favor, no conversations, no complications.

He wanted to do the same to you. Oh God he just wanted to lay a finger on you.

“Namjoon?” There was something in your voice that had his body heating up everywhere. A plea, a desperation. You knocked at the door.

“I’m o..okay” He whimpered, tilting his head back in frustration. He didn’t know it, but you too had slid down, back against the door. “I’m sorry”

You clicked your tongue, “You have nothing to be sorry for.” You paused momentarily, “Tell me what you need”

Namjoon’s cock twitched, imagination going into a frenzy before he realized your words might be innocent.

“Nothing” He squeaked, “I’m okay”

“Joonie” His eyes fluttered shut as your soothing voice called out to him “Namjoon don’t lie to me just tell me what you need”

“I want you” His hands flew over his mouth the second he said it. He could hear you giggle.

“Is that right baby?” The tease in your voice had his face reddening. He slid his hand under his shorts, lightly palming his cock. “You wanna taste my juicy little cunt is that it?”

“Stop” He choked, palm rubbing faster.

“Tell me then,” Your voice was venom “Tell me what you want”

“I want to eat you out” Namjoon gasped loudly, “A..and. I want to see your face...you’re so...pretty...and” He gulped “Wanna make you feel good.” He fumbled around with his pants, yanking them down along with his boxers so he could properly stroke his eager dick.

“And” He could hear you panting, which almost turned him on more. Were you touching yourself? To him? The thought had him tugging at his cock so hard he winced in pain.

“Wanna fuck you” He confessed, biting his lip at the memory, “So fucking bad Y/n...I..” He groaned.

“How would you fuck me hm?”

He growled, imagining you, naked, climbing over him like the sexy vixen you were. You would pump his cock, spit on him, take such good care of him. “Ohhh my godddd” He could hear the pre-cum lathering over his cock, beating himself roughly “Want you to ride my cock. Tie me up, spit on me, choke me, spank me, anything you want Y/n but I just need you to touch me”

Words tumbled out of his drooling lips without a second thought “Your pussy is so...warm and...felt so good. So wet just...and...your tits bouncing up and down....your n..nails...scratching at me...your pretty eyes...”

“Keep going baby, you’re doing so good” You cooed at him.

“Fuck please say that again” His hips bucked up into his palm, yearning for your praise. “Tell me I’m good...I wanna be good...wanna make you feel good”

“You’re so good baby. My baby...making me feel so good”

“Yeah!” He shouted, “Yeah...wanna be so good for you. Oh god Y/n...I feel so good right now I” His breath hitched, “I want your mouth” He screamed, “Want you to suck my cock so baddd”

He could hear something, it sounded wet, sloshing around lightly. His eyes shot open. He clumsily scramled to stand, swinging the door open. At his feet you sat, four fingers deep in your cunt, eyes blinking up at him innocently.

“Oh. My. God” Namjoon hissed as he came, his seed falling down onto your face as he held himself up in the doorway. He milked himself out fully, more and more cum spilling as you stuck your tongue out, grinning wide as you caught some of it on your tongue.

He finished, panting as he towered over you. “Let me help you” He offered. You shook your head.

You winked at him, licking your lips before tugging your tank top down so you could fondle your own breast. Namjoon’s eyes were glued to you, as your pussy convulsed onto your fingers, dripping out slightly.

You moaned, pulling your fingers out as your body writhed beneath him. You held your fingers up, prompting Namjoon to have a taste. He bent down slightly, tongue reaching before you quickly removed your hand and licked your fingers off, one by one, yourself. Namjoon scowled.

“Tease” He mumbled. You simply laughed, playfully spanking his bare thigh as he stepped over you, returning to the bed.

You woke up to the sound of giggles. Your eyes flashed open, instinctively reaching for the gun and aiming at the source of the unfamiliar sound. Namjoon was still asleep.

The blood drained from your face as your eyes landed on a figure, hiding in the shadows of the motel room, legs propped onto the table, leaning back. You couldn’t see his face but his shadow felt familiar to you.

“That’s really not necessary Y/n” The giggles continued, fading into a heavy sigh, “You already know I won’t hurt you”

You lowered your weapon, fingers trembling. No fucking way. The man stood up, allowing the morning sun to shine onto his glowing face. He smirked.

“Miss me?”

-

there are two paths you can take after part 10. finale (light version) is a more agreeable ending that allows the reader freedom more creative freedom in how the story ends. finale (dark version) is my original ending (4 parts) which includes reader ultimately ending up with one of the members

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death valley finale (dark v.) | part 3 (m) | teaser

summary: a summer internship at a famous record label turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader  teaser smut ft: jimin x reader wc: 1k

genre: smut. yandere. thriller. mafia!au rockstar!au

teaser warnings: penetrative sex, groping, breast play, choking, praise, heavy drug & alcohol use, implied masochism, rough sex, implied oral sex, implied illicit photography, manipulation, brief suggestion of death

a/n: i know ive been really busy so heres a little sneak peek teaser type thing. im really so sorry for the delay but hope you enjoy this in the meanwhile!

Breathless, the city lights glimmered in your eyes. It was a rush, seeing the world from this high in the air. From the balcony of Jimin’s penthouse, where you floated—a tight red bikini submerged in the scalding waves of his hottub. Red that matched the soft hue of coming from beneath the water, red like the color of your eyes as Jimin came up behind you, pulling the blunt from your lips so he could take a hit himself. Proceeding to trail his lips across your jaw. Thick smoke dancing against your skin. Exhaling bliss into your pliant lips.

You inhaled him. Everything he was, you let him consume you. Eyes crossed, elevated beyond sanity as he deepened this kiss, groaning against you. Hands tugging the string at your hips, allowing the garment to float away as his ringed fingers slid up your folds. Finding your clit, he bit your lip, tugging on it with a growl. Fingers caressing the sensitive flesh with tender intension.

“Jimin—“ You sighed, eyes half lidded as his palm made home over the fabric of your bikini, fondling you lightly. The tempting press of his erection nudging into your ass. He left you in gasps, moving his lips behind your ear where he could whisper sweet nothings. Filthy promises. Dirty lies.

The two of you hadn’t left the apartment in days, trapped in a haze of liquid courage, nothing but moans and the slick slapping of skin on skin, steadily harmonizing. Each time convinced you had already reached nirvana, only to be proven wrong. Bottles on bottles of liquor open as he’d tug your hair back, pouring it down your throat, licking the spill from the edge of your lips until he’d swallow you into him.

Until you’d find yourself pushed back, with Jimin pouring tequila down your body, licking all the way to your cunt. A man deprived. A man with unquenchable desire. Letting the bitter liquid fill your core before slurping it out of you. Screams filling the room as you’d hold his hands, clawing into his palms as he ate you out, high off your sweet arousal. It burned terribly. It was obscene, dirty, painful—and you loved it.

After sucking you dry, he’s shower you with praise. You were his good girl. His little whore. Tongues intertwined. Nails raking across each others backs, bodies covered in sweat. Imprints of his hands bruised around your neck, hickies all over your skin. Wrapping your tongue around him, kneading him good as he would tug your hair.

You’d fall apart, gasping for air with him right next to you. Only for him to pull you into the shower just to do it all over again. You ached—ached bad. In the best possible way. Knees weak. Trembling with pleasure.

“God I can never get enough of you” He mumbled, teeth sinking into your neck as he gripped your breasts. Pinching your nipples, he enjoyed the way you winced in his hold before ripping the bra off you, tossing it across the ledge.

“Jimin!” You squealed, giggling as the two of you watched it fall many stories down. He smirked, turning you gently so that you could wrap your legs around his hips, hands knowing to find your ass, carrying you through the water. He looked up at you in amazement. There was no way for you to know how beautiful you looked to him in that moment. His hands crawling up your back as he began to lower you onto his throbbing cock.

“I love you so much” His words were quiet, but you heard them with every move he made. He settled you down onto him, basking in the sensation of your warmth, tightly gripping around his length. "Fuckkk baby”, he lifted you, cock dragging against your walls, sending heat shooting through your veins. 

Water spilt over the edge, sloshing around as Jimin began to pull you back down, pumping you slowly— not leaving your eyes for a second as he bounced you on his dick. You gripped his shoulders, allowing him to move you as he wished. His lips latched onto your erect nipple, gnawing on it lightly before suckling the sensitive nub with his tongue.

“I love you too” How could you not? With the way he was worshipping every inch of your chest with the wet glide of his tongue. With the way he filled your every crevice, leaving no part of you untouched. The way he pampered you and praised you. 

It was everything you ever wanted. Right?

Your heart dropped, a pair of eyes invading your memory as yours fluttered shut. The sly smile of a man who petrified you. Who adored you. Who would do anything to get his hands on you. You were a prisoner to him, and he was trapped inside your head.

Pushing the thoughts out of your head as fast as they came, your refocused onto Jimin. “Fuck me harder” You whined, hands finding his so that you could pull them to your neck “Please Jimin…please I need you so bad”

The rockstar chuckled, choking you lightly before pulling out. He moved so fast, you were dizzy by the time he bent you over the ledge, guiding his cock easily back into your sopping heat. Fingers gripped around your jaw he pulled you back against him, teeth grazing against your cheek as he pounded you. Heavy cock hitting you deep with every thrust.

You were faded. Too drunk to mind as he filled you with his seed, plugging you up and keeping you there. Too drunk to react to the fact that across the neighboring buildings, paparazzi were having an absolute field day. Too drunk to see Namjoon’s 30 missed calls.

Too drunk to comprehend two simple words flashing on your phone screen before it too slipped off the ledge:

Yoongi’s dead.

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death valley (m) | finale

summary: a summer internship at a famous record label turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: jimin x reader, namjoon x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au

wordcount: 7k

warnings: multiple & explicit smut scenes. a is for angst baby, slow burn romantic post-argument sex, unprotected sex (bc), rough sex in a limo, coercion, extremely dubious consent but she gets out of it, namjoon is a big boi, manipulative and obsessive themes, choking, toxic relationships, some physical violence/fighting (not oc), drugs/alcohol mentioned, lots of kissing, dirty talk, creampie, heartbreak, betrayal, guns (not used), oral (f rec), jimin eats you out like a king, anxiety, declarations of love, somehow yet unsurprisingly taehyung is still really hot, yn jumps out of a car but shes ok, twists and turns ;) happy? ending - please read with caution!!! unedited

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Taehyung rolled a chess pawn in the palm of his hand. His eyes locked on the game board where two knights stood at the crossroads of his queen. The timer clicked softly in the background, but all Taehyung could hear was his heart beating loudly through his head. A weight dragging down his heart.

So this was guilt.

Taehyung never wasted time with such feelings. Caring for others had never come naturally to him. It was why he was so brilliant at what he did. He had engineered a façade to win your trust early on. In a sea of unhinged men, he meant to be a diamond in the rough. He was ever so sweet to you. Caring, even. Everything was intentional. Every move. Every lie.

Taehyung never wanted you to die. He couldn’t stomach it. Leaving you in the fire was intentional. He knew Namjoon was following you around like the creep he is. He had to see the betrayal in your eyes. He had to make you feel as bad as he felt. He had to do something that would make you want to kill him on sight. He needed to cut you off for good.

Now that he had, the thought of you hating him kept him up at night. He felt guilty.  

Why do you care? Taehyung’s feelings for you—he wasn’t sure what they were. The moment you lost faith in him, he seemed to shatter. He wanted you to trust him. He yearned for your approval like never before. Would it have been so wrong to take you and run away? To keep you for himself, far from the chaos of this place?

He shook his head. Blinking at the chessboard a moment longer he began to smile. Giggle. Before he was laughing wildly. He slammed the table to the side, watching all the pieces scatter onto the marble floors. 

It was unfair. It was so fucking unfair. Taehyung would have worshipped you. You were a goddess in his eyes. He shook his head. It was none of his business anymore. What you did—who you chose to be with. He had betrayed you. Lied to you since the moment the two of you met. The conflicting thoughts in his head racing a mile a minute—making him queasy with anticipation.

Just leave it alone. Do what you came here for.

Except he couldn’t. He couldn't sit idly by and watch you make a huge mistake. To be with someone who wouldn't allow you to be the amazing woman you were. Someone who only saw you as a prize. He needed you to leave him, to leave Death Valley—but wanted you to be happy.

Sighing, Taehyung reached for his phone. He was doing this for you. He would have done anything for you—but knew in his heart that his would be his last move.

Check and mate. He was done with you after this.

He tasted the remnants of your name on his lips before sending a final message.

You’d never forgive him. But at least you would be safe. 

The clock ticking could barely hide the tension in the room. Jimin couldn’t even hear it, his ears filled with his racing heart. His lungs constricted—he could hardly breathe with how angry he was. Gripping the steel handles of his chair so tight, his knuckles were going white.

But he didn’t dare say a word. Because he had been in the business long enough to know when someone was plotting against him. Namjoon was naïve. Tacky, even. The desperation of his actions would have been amusing if it wasn’t for your pliable willingness to participate.

He couldn’t look at you. You were by his side, sitting with your hand on his arm. It was too painful—because you were cold. You were back to playing with his heart and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take.

“It’s just a PR stunt” Hobi had led them inside the label to a conference room. After a long sip of his coffee he spoke again. “They both agreed to it. Imagine the fucking ticket sales for your concert now”

Tugging at his sleeve, you leaned towards him.  “I’m sorry baby, it’s not real though I promise.”

Jimin scoffed, turning his head. He knew you better than you thought and could see through your lies. What he couldn’t figure out was why? Why would you agree to something so rash and impulsive?

“This will also help us push down news about Yoongi’s death”

Jimin finally locked his gaze with yours. So that’s it, isn’t it. He truly hadn’t known until Jungkook told him. Was that why you were mad? Did you think he was behind this? This had Namjoon written all over it.

He turned to the bastard, who looked far too pleased with all this for his liking. Namjoon had been a pain in his ass from the day they had met. Fights, to tailing Y/n around every damn second, he couldn’t shake the creep and was getting fed up.

“What the hell did you tell her?”

Namjoon grinned. Leaning back, he ran his fingers through his hair. His newfound confidence was nauseating to Jimin—knowing that it was being fueled by you. “You know, I never really got what people see in you. You don’t even care about music. Your fans. Any of it. You don’t deserve any of it, and you definitely don’t deserve Y/n you crazy prick”

Jimin laughed bitterly, ticking his jaw. “Who the hell even are you? You’re nobody.”

“I’m the guy who just fucked your girlfriend a few minutes ago, let’s start there”

The tug on Namjoon’s lips sent Jimin off the edge. He lunged across the table, fists swinging but Jungkook jumped up to hold him back.

“Namjoon” You muttered sternly, but Jimin was not oblivious to the way you blushed. He scoffed. You had shattered his heart. In front of millions.

“Why?” His voice was quiet, holding your cheek into his palm when really he wanted to grip your throat and squeeze until you couldn’t breathe. “We don’t need this, I don’t care about ticket sales or breaking records anymore—all I want is you”

You sighed, “It’s not about you baby, I wanted to help Namjoon out a little too. It’s his first concert”

Jimin pouted, folding his arms over his chest. “Y/n, I hope you know that I trust you, but Namjoon clearly has an ulterior motive with you. You do see that, right?”

You scoffed, mumbling to yourself.

Jimin raised his eyebrows. “Is there something you want to say to me, Y/n?”

You shook your head. Your gaze was frigid. Everything about you was. He hated it. He wanted to fight, because at least then you would react to him. At least then he would know you cared enough to tell him what was on your mind.

Reaching for your hands, he brought your fingers to his lips, lightly brushing kisses against each one. He knew you liked it when he was soft with you. He needed to remind you who he was. Who he was to you.

“Listen baby,” He spoke softly, twirling your fingers with his, “Jungkook told me what happened to Yoongi” He pressed his lips to the palm of your hand. “I’m so sorry. And I can’t image what you’re going through right now. I know you cared about him”

You stared at him with disbelief, “I loved him, Jimin”

His heart sank. Fingers constricting around your wrist. A part of him wanted to toss a chair across the wall. Maybe pull out a gun and shoot Namjoon in the head.

He exhaled. He couldn’t lose you. Not after everything the two of you had been through. Jimin changed for you. You made him want to be better everyday. You taught him that there was more to life, and all he wanted was to go chase it with you by his side.

He could tell you were taunting him. Trying to get him to snap so you would have any excuse to go running to Namjoon, but he wasn’t about to give you the satisfaction. He was going to prove himself to you.

“I know.” He looked into your eyes. Searching them. Trying to convey his sincerity when he said, “If you want to talk about it—about him, I’m here for you”

You smiled. Fake. He hadn’t gotten through. He sighed in defeat, backing into himself. Jungkook cleared his throat. Jimin had forgotten they weren’t alone.

“Y/n, do you want me to drive you home?” Jungkook briefly looked at Jimin, indicating an understanding.

Namjoon stood up as you did, eagerly waving you goodbye. Jimin could have vomited, but stared aimlessly at the wall instead.

Your head was spinning. Dizzy trying to count the lies tossed around so easily minutes ago. You were grateful Jungkook offered you an out. Being around Jimin was too complicated. You needed to stay focused.

“Your acting skills have improved” Jungkook’s voice was amused, breaking the still silence surrounding you.

You grinned. Jungkook met your eyes in the rearview mirror and chuckled. “My god, Y/n what the fuck are you up to now?”

Licking your lips, you turned to face him. “Have you ever trusted someone so much, that even when the truth is staring right in front of you, you simply can’t see it?”

“You talking about Yoongi?”

“I’m talking about you” You pulled out a gun—something you had managed to snatch from Namjoon during sex. “Pull over and get out of the car”

The shock in Jungkook’s face was priceless. You finally sympathized with whatever sadistic kick Jin used to get out of tricking others. Jungkook quickly stopped the car, stepping outside with his hands in the air.

“Y/n” Jungkook’s voice was shaky, “Whatever this is, is a misunderstanding. You’re still messed up over Yoongi and I get that—but” He dropped to his knees, “J-just drop the gun and talk to me”

The thing was—you no longer had anything to say. You were rightfully fed up with the lies. Not only was Namjoon clearly lying to your face, but moments after you received a message from Taehyung.

Taehyung. The emotional haze over Yoongi and Jimin had almost made you forget—that the puppet master still lived, and more than likely, was still pulling the strings. You were willing to bet Taehyung killed Yoongi. It was so perfect. His whole plan had been perfect from the start and you were burning to look him in the eye one more time just to beat him at his own game.

Of course it had to be Taehyung. Taehyung killed Jin—and almost killed you. He had been the mastermind. The king. And like an idiot you trusted him. You really, truly trusted him.

You trusted he would never hurt you.

Your mind whirred. Reason escaping you completely you began to question everyone you had been around. Everyone always told you Jungkook was a liar. Good for nothing. Controlled by the highest bidder.

Well, the highest bidder was no longer Yoongi. If Taehyung killed Yoongi, Jungkook was probably balls deep in his pocket too.

“I’m gonna ask you once. Slowly” You gritted through your teeth, “Who killed Yoongi?”

“Y/n—I don’t know. Okay, I texted you when I found out from Joon. Why would I kill Yoongi, huh?”

“Never said you did. I’m asking if you know” You shook your head. You didn’t have time for his evasive answers. You clicked off the safety, making Jungkook tremble.

“Y/n what the hell, I’m on your side alright?”

“When I told you Taehyung was alive—you didn’t really react much. Did you know it was fake the whole time? Have you been helping him?”

“Y/n—if you’re asking if I will work for Taehyung now that Yoongi is dead” He exhaled, “Then yeah, I will. That’s what I fucking do, Y/n. Not all of us have popstar boyfriends who can take care of their every need. I gotta make my living and this is how I fucking do it. But you asked me to find Jimin even when Taehyung had kidnapped him and I did. I brought him to you. Taehyung isn’t after you. He just wants you to stay away from him. He would never hurt you, Y/n. And if I haven’t made it clear yet—neither would I”

“Oh you’re defending him now?” You raised your eyebrows.

“No—I just—Y/n just leave it alone. You have more pressing issues than Taehyung right now, trust me” You scoffed.

“What do you mean?”

Jungkook gulped. “I don’t know who killed Yoongi, honest. Namjoon was the last person I know who even saw him” He paused. “I’ve known Namjoon for a long time Y/n. I wouldn’t put it past him to be behind this.”

You shook your head. There was no way. Namjoon would never kill someone, let alone someone you cared about.

You’d had enough.

“Tell Taehyung I’m coming for him. He’s not getting away with this”

Driving Jimin’s car. You had forgotten the delirious high of stepping on that pedal and zooming through the highway without a care in the world. Nostalgia panged in your heart as you recalled simpler times, when you were hooking up with Jimin—and not being hunted down by a ruthless gangster.

You arrived at Jimin’s apartment, unsure if he himself was there.

He wasn’t.

You knew he would be mad. You truly had appreciated his effort to stay calm in such a situation. You felt bad for the way you acted but you needed Hobi and Namjoon to think you were against Jimin. After all, Taehyung was always watching.

Tearing off your clothes you ran into his room, ready to surprise him and hopefully, convince him not to let out his anger at you. Jimin arrived a few hours later. You heard his offbeat steps. He’s drunk. Quickly you grabbed one of his shirts, threw it on before meeting him in the kitchen. His eyes widened upon seeing you.

“Y/n—” His voice was soft. Slurred. Eyes shot red—you were unsure if he was even truly conscious.

“Sshh” You wrapped your arms around him, pressing your lips to his neck. “I’m so sorry baby. Let’s get you to bed. I’ll tell you everything tomorrow.”

You felt something cold against your skin. Tears. Your heart dopped into a pit. “Don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me” He mumbled into your skin. Carefully, you led Jimin into the bed, slipping under the sheets next to him. You held him close to your chest, hoping that the beat of your heart might give him some solace.

Jungkook’s words echoed in your mind: You have more pressing issues than Taehyung right now. You thought back to the previous day. How Namjoon had so easily convinced you to give up on the man who clearly adored you? He baited you. Swung the news of Yoongi’s death in your face all too conveniently. Was Namjoon working for Taehyung too? The two men hardly ever interacted. But you were cross examining everything you ever thought you believed. The only truth you could hold onto now, was Jimin.

Jimin had no reason to lie. No reason to kill Yoongi because you had already chosen Jimin. Whoever killed Yoongi needed a good enough motive. Taehyung had motive—he wanted Death Valley to himself. There wasn’t anyone else unless…

Your eyes fluttered shut.

It must have been the middle of the night. You felt Jimin stir next to you. Cautiously you let your eyes flutter open.

Jimin jumped up, gasping for air suddenly. He was breathing heavily, a cold sweat breaking out all over him. You quickly brought a glass of water to him, guiding it to his lips. Stroking his back, you calmed him down until he was able to look you in the eye.

“Get the fuck out of my house” His voice came out broken. As though he had been yelling into a void for hours and no longer had any fight left in him. When you didn’t move, he pushed you away. “Did you hear me? I said get out.”

The frightening part was that he wasn’t raising his voice. Anger laced each syllable that left his quivering lips. A sense of desperation swept over you—he had to hear you out.

“Jimin—baby, I’m sorry, okay I was faking it” Jimin leaped out of the bed, the glass of water spilling across the bed. His fists were clenched tight. Jaw locked, eyes glaring.

“I don’t care why you did it, Y/n. You promised me you would come straight home from work. You didn’t. I come and find that you publicly agreed to marry someone else?” He huffed, kneeling to shuffle through his drawers. He found his pill bottle, twisting the cap off and dropping a few tablets into his palm. You went over to him, grabbing his wrist before he could take them.

“Why do you think I made such a fuss about you leaving? I don’t want to suffocate you Y/n. I don’t want to hold you back but fuck can you blame me for being scared? I swear one day you’re saying you love me the next you’re off with Yoongi or making out with Namjoon. I love you—and I think you love me too. If you’re planning something tell me. You keep hurting me Y/n—you keep making me miserable by breaking my heart” Looking you dead in the eye, he tossed the pills into his mouth, gulping them down.

“Jimin. I know you didn’t kill Yoongi. Namjoon thinks you did, and I admit, for a moment I believed him. But then I got thinking, and I realized it had to be Taehyung” You let go of his hand, only for Jimin to sat back down on the bed, head hanging over in defeat.

“And in all that time you had to think you couldn’t bother to give me a fucking phone call?” Jimin gritted through his teeth. You knew he was right. You had been acting out for some time now—and the fact of the matter was: you were overwhelmed.

Jimin watched your conflicted face. So much had happened. You had never taken a second to truly reflect. Realizing you loved Yoongi despite his obsessiveness. Finding out what he had done to you. First you thought Jimin had died at the hands of Yoongi—then Yoongi at the hands of Jimin, all while Namjoon had been pining for you, and you faced the biggest betrayal when Taehyung left you to die in the fire.

“I can’t do this” Your voice barely above a whisper, you quickly began to gran your things. You needed to be alone. You needed to think. You dashed for the door but Jimin was faster. He blocked you with his arm, cornering you against the door.

“You’re not leaving”

“You literally told me to get out” You screamed. It didn’t matter than he hadn’t raised his voice. It didn’t matter than he was only inches away from you.

“You do not speak to me like that” Jimin whispered. His eyes bore holes into yours. You shuddered under his gaze. “Do you understand?”

You nodded.

Jimin hissed, fingers cupping your jaw. Tilting your face towards his. “Words”

“Yes”

His gaze shifted. You recognized it right away. The predatory, lustful gaze whenever he wanted you. Pupils turning dark. Laser sharp.

“Let me in” He whispered against your cheek. His breath tingling against the heat rising to your face. “Let me in to that twisted little head of yours”

You kissed him.

With a slight turn of your head your lips were on his. Familiar. Comforting. Yet ablaze with the same carnal desire as when you first met him. It was exhaustion and relief. It was pain and sadness. It was you and him. Nothing so imperfect, so uniquely flawed had ever made more sense to you.

“I love you” Your lungs had no air—but the words were easy to say. In a sea of lies maybe this was the only truth you needed. Gasping you jumped up into his arms, wrapping your legs around his hips—arms around his neck. He was warm. Melting you down. Inhibitions released.

He was being gentle. You may have wanted him to be rough but it wasn’t what you needed right now. He carefully carried you back into the kitchen, setting you on the countertop. Shelved between your thighs he gripped your hips, rocking to a slow rhythm, your bodies pressed up tight.

His fingers trailed over you, until his hands found your face. Cupping your cheeks he kissed you more intensely. His lips were so soft. Incredibly sweet. Everything else seemed to disappear.

He backed away, catching his breath. When his eyes fluttered open, you could appreciate again how beautiful this man was.

“You drive me crazy Y/n” He blinked at you, pressing his forehead to yours. You grinned—to which he lifted you back up as you squealed, giggling as he swung you around. Pressing your back against he wall he held you steady on his thigh, fingers finding your aching core. Gazing into you, he watched as you squirmed under his touch. Your pussy clenching as he rubbed tight circles against your clit. He was beyond turned on, seeing the way your eyes rolled back as he touched you. The way your lips parted and you fingers dug into his flesh.

“Shit you’re so fucking hot” He let you land on your feet before dropping to his knees. You stared down at him in shock, hand weaving through his hair as he peeled off your panties. He pressed his nose to your pelvis, breathing you in deeply. You blushed, thighs trembling as his tongue found your clit, licking soft kittenish striped around the sensitive flesh.

Heat burned through you—twitching through your veins. Your heart pounded, nails scraping against his scalp—tugging at his hair. “F-fuck, baby” You moaned—his hands pushing your thighs apart.

“You taste so good baby” His deep voice vibrated through you. You sighed, missing his warmth suddenly. Pulling him back up you pulled him in for another kiss—tasting yourself on his wet lips. Your tongue sliding over his. Moans passing softly between the little space between you two.

“Want you inside me” You felt him smirk under your lips, heart skipping a beat.

“Yeah?” He breathed into you, cocky, teasing—edging you on. “Of course you do” His hands slid to your ass, roughly grabbing a handful before spanking you lightly. He rolled his hips into you, bulge pressed against your clit. The friction was amazing, but you wanted him to fill you up. You needed him deep inside. Needed to feel closer.

Your fingers tugged at his waistband, and Jimin simply chuckled as you pulled down his pants. Not missing a beat he hooked your leg over his elbow, kissing your ankles—down your calf, before finding your lips again. His other hand tugged at his cock, lining it up with you—grinning when he felt your weat heat suck in his tip so eagerly.

“You’re dripping for me angel” He whispered. You blushed, quivering as he sank a little deeper into you. You pulled off your shirt. He bottomed out, staring at your chest.

“Fuck, why are you so perfect?” He groaned, unsure if it was from the pleasure of being inside your tight cunt or your breasts hanging out in front of him, all for him—him only. He pinched your nipples between his fingers, eyes glued to the way you face twitched with pleasure. He loved how you looked when he made you feel good. He never wanted to stop. One hand steadying your leg, he carefully pulled out all the way till the tip—your slick coating him, dripping from him. It was amazing to see, as he entered you again, his breath became shaky. You felt so good, so warm around him. You were the best he’d ever had.

Forearms caging your head, he gently traced the side of your face, dragging out and thrusting back in. It was red—heat—burning desire. He took it slow, but you could feel his desperation in every move. His lips brushed over yours, his taste a whisper away.

You lowered your leg, pushing him away so you could turn around. Quickly discarding his own shirt, he cupped your breasts with his hands before pressing his chest into your back. His fingers leaving sparks across your body as his cock slipped back inside you, the sound of his hips pounding against your ass echoing through the room.

“Fuck” He cursed, kissing the nape of your neck before grabbing your hair—pushing your face to press up against the wall. Lips on your jaw, moaning your name as he thrusted in and out, like he had no time to lose. You gasped for air. His cock filling you up so good, hitting you right where you liked it. Your legs felt numb, trembling in bliss as he continued to drive into you.

“You wanna cum, baby?” He whispered into your mouth. Your eyes were watering with need. “Oh, poor baby wants to cum so fucking bad doesn’t she?” You nodded weakly, his fingers finding your clit again. Flicking at it.

“Jimin—” Your voice was broken. Lost in pleasure, “Feel—so good, fuck”

He smiled, “Go ahead baby—look at me when you cum. Wanna see your pretty face when you cum on my cock”

Your eyes locked. It was want. Need. And everything in between. This was all you’d ever wanted, it had always been him. You weren’t ready when you first met him, and neither was he. You weren’t what he expected, and he was everything except your fantasy.

In it’s own, twisted way, it was love at first sight. Obsession at first sight. Hate—turned into something so beautiful.

“I’m gonna cum, Jimin” You liked that you could say his name. You liked that he would say yours. His eyes softened as he felt you tighten around him. It hit you like lightening—you fell apart in pleasure. It was ecstasy—the high you’d been chasing all along. The high only he could give you. He groaned loudly, spilling into you moment after as you twitched in his hold. You dripped all around him, soaking your thighs.

“I love you, Y/n” He kissed you deeply, panting into you, “I love you so much”

“I love you too, Jimin, always” You assured him—cupping his face, “It’s always gonna be you”

“Talk to me” He gazed at you sincerely, nothing but adoration in his eyes, “Just talk to me, whatever you’re thinking, I wanna know. Okay, I trust you. So please, just trust me too”

You nodded, leaving a final chaste kiss lingering on his lips. “I do. I have one last thing to take care of, and then I promise we can go away. Trust me one last time. I’ll come back to you”

You were never a high heels kind of girl. But there was a lot of press tonight—press expecting you to make an appearance tonight. The stunt had created so much buzz that Hobi specifically hired hair and makeup for you. He allowed Namjoon to pick out your dress—it was black. Tight fitting. Simple. Sleek. Teardrop diamond earrings and a small necklace.

You’d never wear this to a concert. How were you supposed to dance? Let loose. But then you remembered—tonight wasn’t supposed to be fun. Not for you.

You had thought long and hard about what you were going to say to the press waiting early outside. Hobi instructed you to wait for Namjoon before making an entrance. You called Jimin earlier, letting him know where your head was at. He seemed to be supportive of whatever decision you decided to go—as long as you didn’t embarrass him any further.

It had been a while since you had seen Namjoon. He had always been somewhat of an afterthought, and yet you knew you had led him on hopelessly. It was time to come clean. You were unsure how he would take it.

“Wow” Namjoon stood in the doorway of your fitting room. Leaning against the side—he looked breathtaking. Ripped jeans, black tank top—were those earrings? Your eyes widened. You’d never seen him in glam, but admittedly it suited him. His abs protruding through the soft fabric. He looked like a dream.

He looked like Jimin. Back then.

“Why would you want me in heels?” You whined, giving him a friendly kiss on the cheek, “Please let me change”

He pouted—as he always did, knowing full well you’d never say no to his pretty eyes. “I like knowing you’re dressed for me” You giggled, inviting him inside to sit down.

“God, I want you right now” He looked up at you, hands on your sides, running up and down the silky fabric. Pinching at it. Ready to tear it off of you in a moment. And you knew he could—his biceps flexing, you had almost forgotten how big he was. How strong.

You clicked your tongue, teasing him as you slid his hands off. “You have to get ready for your big night”

Namjoon ran his fingers through his hair, leaning back slightly. “I wanted to talk to you about that actually—can I bring you out on stage? I wrote a new song about you, and was planning to open with it”

You shifted your weight. Clearing your throat in discomfort. You truly had wanted to wait until after the show to talk to Namjoon about your relationship—but this complicated things.

Like a saving grace, Hobi appeared in the doorway. “Your limo is here, let’s go”

You held onto Namjoon’s arm. Taking a deep breath, the two of you stepped outside where cameras were lined up for miles. Lights. Flashing. Your name being called. Shouted. It was dizzying. The limo door was open and Namjoon led you there, allowing you to slide in with ease. The car was gorgeous inside—golden velvet seats, glasses of champagne. So this was the life of a rockstar’s girlfriend.

You were an object. Candy on the arms of someone who mattered.

Namjoon noticed your demeanor change, covering your hand with his. “Like I was saying baby, I really want my fiancée up there with me for my first concert”

The word stuck out like a sore thumb. It made you nauseous to think about. “Namjoon—that wasn’t real” You reminded him cautiously. You couldn’t afford to make him upset, not right now.

Namjoon was taken aback. He looked baffled, hand moving to your wrist. “It was to me. You love me, don’t you?”

Oh God. You paused.

You shouldn’t have paused.

“You love me, don’t you?” He repeated his words. Except his voice was getting loud. The space was getting small. The windows were tainted black. The lights were too dim to see clearly. You licked your lips nervously, carefully trying to pull your hand away from him.

You needed to speak. You had to tell him the truth, but when you looked into his eyes you saw something familiar. Something deranged. Yoongi’s eyes.

“You ungrateful whore” Namjoon’s voice was booming. You’d never heard him yell. Never thought him capable. Your eyes shut, shielding you from his terrifying voice. “Don’t you know everything I’ve done for you? I’m the only one who really knows you—knows what you want. And I became that—look at me Y/n” He grabbed your face, “I am everything you have ever wanted. I’ve been by your side through all of it. I’m the only one who gives you control. I saved you Y/n—I protected you every step of the way. I didn’t know bringing you to Death Valley was putting you in danger but Taehyung promised it would mess with Jimin so I agreed.”

Your eyes flew open. “Wait what?”

“I saved you from the fire Y/n—when Taehyung tried to kill you—it was me! I waited outside of Jimin’s apartment for days, I even tried to break in and get you out. We’ve taken on the world together Y/n. It was always us against them”

Jungkook’s words came back to you again. I wouldn’t put it past him to be behind this.

“You’re saying, you knew Taehyung was behind all of this, from the very beginning? I thought you two had never met”

A panicked look crossed Namjoon’s eyes. He gripped your shoulders, shaking you lightly. “We hadn’t met. Technically”

You rolled your eyes, “Well Namjoon—technically, I didn’t say I loved you. So get the fuck off of me”

He didn’t move, “You can’t be serious Y/n—I’m the reason he hasn’t been able to hurt you. I protected you from him, from Jimin, from Yoo—”

Your phone buzzed. Namjoon tilted his neck in irritation as you clumsily pulled it out. Taehyung? You opened the text—your eyes widened. Namjoon’s eyes narrowed as your breathing came to a sudden halt. Blinking, you put your phone away, meeting Namjoon’s desperate gaze once again.

“Tell them to stop the car”

You could feel him tremble, his nails digging into your flesh. “No”

“It was you. You killed Yoongi—and tried to pin it on Jimin” You shivered in his hold. You couldn’t have another Yoongi in your life. Another man who was willing to shape your environment to have you. To control you. To see you as nothing more than a trophy.

“Yoongi was horrible to you. I did you a favor, baby. I did everything you wanted. You owe me” Namjoon hissed—his hold unwavering. He dove for your lips, roughly snatching them between his. Anguish flooding through his touch. You groaned—unable to move—unable to push him away.

He was so big. His muscular chest pressing against you. His breath hot, mingling with yours. Eyes shut—lost in bliss while yours were wide open. You had never seen more clearly. When had Namjoon become this monster? And had it been your fault all along? Did you do this to him?

As guilt plagued your thoughts, Namjoon took it as an opportunity to go further. Other hand on your thigh, he slipped his fingers under your dress—hooking them around your panties before yanking them both down sharply. The fabric burned against your sensitive skin. But he could care less. His bulge was throbbing, pressed tight against your hole he jerked his hips. The button of his jeans giving a painful relief to your core.

As if awaken from a haze you placed your hands on his chest—attempting to push him away. He smirked at your effort—you couldn’t move him. There was no way. Namjoon was far stronger than you—and you knew that.

With a swift motion of his hand he unbuttoned his pants, allowing his eager cock to spring up. Tugging at it, he looked back into your eyes. You shuddered at what you saw. He was gone. The Namjoon you knew wasn’t in there. He had lost it.

“Wait—” You could barely breathe. The lack of air driving you to a sense of faintness. Weakly you called out his name, hoping you could get to him. Break through to the Namjoon you really knew.

“Don’t fucking act so innocent, Y/n” He hissed, “I know you better than all of them. I know you love this. I know you want to slobber all over my cock, let me bounce you up and down on it until your crying for me. I know you want it to hurt—baby I’ll make it hurt” He tightened his grip. Instinctively your fingers came up to your neck, attempting to pry him off so you could breathe. “I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted don’t you see, Y/n? It’s always been me. By your side from the very beginning. I’ve seen it all. Every step of the way. I love you and you love me it’s been us against the world—don’t you see?” His words were incoherent. You were beginning to lose consciousness. At some point Namjoon slid inside you. Lips parted in pleasure, he thrust into you—tight and hard.

Your eyes threatened to close. Mind going blank as the image of him began spotting. You didn’t know who you were wishing to come save you. You were so tired of being saved. Of needing to be.

Weakly you slid your hand up his chest. Over his neck and cupped his cheek. Kiss me—you tried to speak but nothing came out. Namjoon seemed to get the hint though. He let you go and you gasped for air—a short lived effort when he swallowed your lips once again.

His cock burned inside of you, dragging against your walls your pussy trying to push him out but he heathed himself deeper and deeper. It felt good—you hated that it did. You hated that it was him as his lips slid to your neck, sucking love bites across your shoulders.

You felt claustrophobic. You needed air. You needed space—tears began to build in your eyes. Your free hand searched for your phone—fumbling it in your hands as you dialed the name popping up. You felt the device vibrate, and a wave of relief swept over you. You were not going to surrender.

You still had a little fight left in you.

“You didn’t just kill Yoongi” Your fingers found the back of his head. Namjoon looked up—lips swollen, breathing heavily. Eyes blasted with lust and need. “You became him”

Namjoon growled, shifting you with ease until you were on top of him, holding your neck against the car door. You grinned—reaching for the champagne glass you tosses the liquid in his face.

Reflexive, his hands went to his face, wiping the burning alcohol from his eyes and in that moment you rolled aside, opening the car door. It didn’t matter than your panties were hanging from your ankle. It didn’t matter that your neck was bruised.

The car was driving fast. There was no one else around. You could jump.

Weighing your options in your head, you hear a loud engine some ways in the distance. A motorcycle caught up to the limo—the rider, a bed of jet black wavy hair that you recognized all too well. Eyes closed, you took a moment, Namjoon grabbed for you but you kicked him off.

You jumped.

-

Namjoon arrived at the venue, royally pissed off. You ruined his big night—how could you? Were you really that selfish? He knew Jimin would be there. He was ready to put an end to things once and for all. No gun on him—he wasn’t worried. Jimin was small. Jimin was weak. And not nearly as devoted to you as he was. Not willing to go the extra mile to have you.

Ignoring the cameras who plagued him with questions, he pushed past the crowds and marched backstage. His fists trembling, his heart beating fast—blood pumping adrenaline like never before. He was feral. Ready to kill on sight.

Jimin stood backstage, sitting at a mirror and touching up his own makeup. He noticed Namjoon behind him, eyes rolling slightly.

“Good, you’re here” Jimin said, a mocking tone in his voice. Upon closer look, Namjoon could see that Jimin had been removing his makeup. “Hobi has been informed, but I will not be performing tonight. The stage is all yours, asshole.”

Namjoon grabbed Jimin’s arm, “What?”

Jimin chuckled, “You’re such a fucking idiot. Though I suppose all new stars are” He looked him up and down, “Wow, you’re real original aren’t you? Are those my clothes?”

Namjoon swung a punch. Jimin ducked in time. He was no idiot. He knew he couldn’t fight Namjoon.

Luckily, he wouldn’t have to. He had already won.

“Aren’t you wondering where Y/n is?” Namjoon hissed, pacing around Jimin ready to swing at him again.

“I know where she is, Namjoon. I also know what you did to her. And if it were up to me, I’d shoot your sorry ass into the ground right now” Jimin sighed, “But that’s not what she wants. So go out there, and do what you’ve always dreamed of. Leave me and Y/n alone because I swear to you Namjoon—I might leave but I’m always gonna have eyes on you—and I’ll have you dead in an instant.”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah” Namjoon turned to see Hobi, gun in hand. “It is. Do what you were hired to do, Namjoon. Let her go”

Namjoon screamed, falling to the floor. Jimin and Hobi exchanged amused looks.

“We better get some great songs out of this” Hobi muttered to Jimin. He grinned widely.

One year later.

The warm glow of early morning sun rays filtered through the white curtains. Your eyes fluttered open, a sense of bliss washing over you as you processed your surroundings. Outside the ocean glimmered, waves softly scathing over the shore. Children ran across the sand—couples played in the water. You turned back to see the love of your life lying peacefully, tangled in the white sheets. The comforter hanging off of him, his toned back bare and ever so still. You picked up his shirt from the ground, buttoning it up as you walked over to the window.

A package was waiting for you. A black box, tied neatly with a red ribbon—no indication of who it was from, or where. You noticed the window was cracked open a smidge. Carefully you untied the ribbon, sliding the top off the box to reveal its components.

It was a leather jacket. The jacket. Jimin's jacket.

You look outside, searching—unsure what for. You see a camera on the edge of the building across from yours.

You smile.

Setting it aside, you quickly crawl back into bed, wrapping your arms over Jimin’s back, and pressing kisses all over his neck. He hums softly, unwilling to wake up. You nuzzle against him, before allowing your eyes to fall shut once again. Dreams overtaking you.

series navi | masterlist | scream in my ask box

a/n: and scene! thank you for reading and for being so incredibly patient! i hope this was satisfying <3 i love you all!!

placebo (m) | pjm (2)

pairing: jimin x reader, jungkook x reader, namjoon x reader (later)

summary: a microchip signals to you when you find someone compatible to be your soulmate. yours is the opposite of you in every way, and he doesn't even believe in soulmates

genre: 18+ romance, smut, angst, soulmate!au, dystopian backdrop, love triangle, romeo-juliet, opposites attract, grumpy-sunshine, fate versus destiny

premise: the soulmate initiative was a state program to promote healthy relationships. all citizens have a chip which signals to them when they find someone who meets their compatibility threshold. park jimin is a member of the resistance that aims to dismantle the state, as well as programs like this which rob free will. determined to love him no matter your differences, you fight for him despite the danger it puts both you and him in

wc: 8.5k || series masterlist | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

warnings: multiple & explicit smut scenes, lots of kissing good lord, penetrative sex, rough sex, love-making, emotional sex, public sex, oral (f rec), fingering, fondling, fluffy aftercare, jungkook sorta just walks in on you while showering so theres that, physical fighting (not mc), blackmail, a is for angst, crying, mention of family deaths, use of cigarettes, lying, jimin might be a tiny bit toxic if you squint

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Indulgence. The ironic meeting spot of the resistance within the isolated Red District of the city. Neon lights flickering across inebriated eyes—eyes that dreamed of justice but currently were mesmerized by the dancers, embodying grace and allure, fluid movements, enticing glances, bodies telling tales of desire. Here they would congregate, removed from the prying eyes of society.

Jimin pushed open the heavy door, hit with the aromatic blend of perfume, whiskey, and sweat. An intoxicating haze. Across the room, Jin and the others sat, cigarettes lit and glasses clinking. A celebration of sorts—Jimin wondered why. They never invited him here. Frankly, he never cared to come either. It was a liability. Jimin was one of the few resistance members that continued to possess the state-mandated microchip. Him arriving in person to a banned establishment such as a strip club, put the entire area on the state’s radar.

Nevertheless, Jin texted him to come. So he obeyed.

“There he is” Jin greeted him from the comfort of the leather-clad booth. The light chatter diminishing as the others acknowledged him. Jimin took a seat, Jin handing him the cigarette right away.

As the smoke caressed his senses, a fleeting calm washed over him, a momentary escape from the chaos of the world. The world around him seemed to dim, and his mind went straight to you. How it felt so right to have your body hugged up against him when he rode you home. Your lips hovering over his neck, your scent, all of you overwhelming all of him. Speeding way beyond the limit at the edge of the night. No one to find you, no one to interfere.

In that moment the two of you were not soulmates. You were two people, high on the danger, adrenaline, and glimpse of a new beginning. You were alive.

Jimin’s lips curled in a subtle smile. The others could never know. He couldn’t imagine what they would do to you, if they knew. Jimin’s mere presence around you was a danger. The risk he took seeing you was worth it, for the thrill. But he knew better than to push his luck.

“Who’s got you smiling like that?” Across the table, Min Yoongi—a high ranked member who was like a mentor to his brother, teased. Jimin shrugged, tapping the ashtray. He wondered if any of them had felt the kind of high he had with you. Heart racing, fingers trembling, blood hot with desire.

“Jimin went to see his soulmate”

He blinked. Jin’s smile was wide—cocky. The whole table looked around in shock, exchanging looks of concern.

“Hyung what the hell” Jimin muttered under his breath. He didn’t know how Jin found out, probably had him followed. Fuck, he knew he shouldn’t have done it. He should have cut all contact with you the second he found out.

But he was too curious. Too drawn to your sweet taste that left scars on his lips. Was that selfish?

“Look,” Jin cleared his throat, “We’ve had come concerns about your commitment to the cause” Listening patiently, Jimin took another sharp inhale, letting the smoke dissipate through his lips. “You have an opportunity to prove your loyalty. Are you willing to do so?”

Willing. What a joke—Jimin mused. Technically, the resistance would never force actions on any of its members. But Jimin was a puppet and the strings of the fight for freedom chained him.

“Jimin’s soulmate also happens to be a scientist. Working on experiments for the Soulmate Initiative itself”

Jimin’s fists clenched, tempted like many other times to give Jin a solid punch to the face. A waitress approached the table. “Sir, this young woman was looking for you” She motioned to the entrance where you stood. Uncomfortable, scanning the foreign space.

Jimin exhaled, breath full of smoke, coughing out in shock. What the fuck were you doing here?

“Ah, she’s pretty, Jimin. If she were mine I’d probably buy into the soulmate crap just for a taste, although I’m assuming that’s what you’ve been doing huh” Jin teased. Jimin kicked his shin, not appreciating his flirty tone.

Setting down his cigarette, he immediately stood. Passing back an annoyed glare at Jin who simply chuckled.

Without a word he pulled you outside into the cold. The wind was crisp still—his leather jacket shielding him from it. And you were drowning in your puffy coat, knitted hat covering up to your eyelids.

Cute.

“Miss me already, doctor?” Jimin teased, trying his best to figure out why the hell you would have come here, and moreover how you would have known about this place.

You tugged at your sleeves, nose scrunching as you searched for words. He stared into your eyes. Your pretty, fucking gorgeous eyes that transfixed him like hypnosis. Eyes that said so much so loud, and yet he was dying to hear them. Jimin tried to fight it, the way every fiber of him was screaming to kiss you, fists clenching as he held himself back.

And then you bit your lip. So subtly, out of habit. But you did. And fuck.

Fuck.

Jimin lost it. He smashed his lips against yours. The taste he swore he was addicted to. Craving your lips, gasping, breathing you in. Hands cupping your face, forehead tilted against yours—he kissed you like your touch was all he needed to survive.

Maybe it was.

“Get off of me” You shoved him away. Jimin stared at you, stunned. “Asshole”

“Y/n—what?” He reached for your hand, but you pulled it away. Had he done something? His mind whirred, scanning through your entire evening. Every word he said, every move he made. He loved every second—and he thought you had too.

“Fuck you Jimin. I lost my job because of what you did” You gripped his jacket.

What the hell is she talking about? Jimin’s eyes softened. “You lost your job?”

His brows furrowed in confusion, until Jin’s words came echoing back. An opportunity to prove yourself.

They were testing him.

“You stole the data from the lab, didn’t you?”

Jimin’s nails dug into his palm as he took a deep breath.

“Yeah.” His response curt. He watched as tears began to spill from your eyes. His throat felt tight, chest pounding with regret.

“Why?”

“You know why, doctor”

“Did today mean nothing to you?” Your voice was small. Jimin stepped back, hand running through his hair. Lying to you felt wrong, but he had to do it. He had to lie to you. He had to destroy this before it began.

“Look, I don’t want to be in a relationship with you” The words left his mouth before he could stop them. The hurt in your eyes broke him a little. “I only went to see you because I had a job to do. I tricked you. That’s who I am”

This was for the best. So why did it feel so fucking horrible?

You shook your head furiously, “You’re lying”

“If you had a mind of your own, you wouldn’t even want to be in a relationship with someone like me anyway. That’s how I know it’s bullshit. They’re controlling you”

“No” You were stubborn, “No, I know you feel it too”

Jimin wanted to break. Shatter into a million pieces and get whisked away by the wind. His heart ached, bliss was only a truth away.

“Of course I fucking feel it, there’s a chip in my fucking neck telling me to” Jimin snapped, grabbing your waist, “And god does it feel good. So fucking good, I want to kiss you so fucking bad whenever I see you. But that’s all it is. I’m not in love with you Y/n—I can’t be”

You stepped away from him, evidently shaking. Jimin felt awful—sick to his core. Each tear streaming down your face was a bullet to his heart. A punch to the face. He wished the ground would swallow him whole. This was his fault—he shouldn’t have entertained you, not for a second. You should hate him, and he knew you probably wouldn’t because of the damn microchip. Which was the most frustrating part.

“Y/n are you done?”

Jimin turned to see Jungkook pull up in a small electric car. His glasses were foggy, hair a shaggy mess over his long coat.

“Glasses. Always a pleasure”

“Shut the fuck up man” Jungkook parked the car, stepping out to rush past him, taking you into his arms. Jimin crossed his arms over his chest, watching as Jungkook wiped your tears away before leading you into the car.

You turned back, one last time. He wondered if you could read his eyes. If you could, he was screaming out to you.

Fists balled up in fury, he stormed back inside the club. Jin stood by the window, amused by the whole ordeal. Slow applause filled his ringing ears as Jin approached him, patting him on his back.

“Well done. Almost wasn’t sure you had it in you”

Jimin had enough. He felt disgusting. Venom through his veins as his throat felt heavy with guilt. He was sick and tired of Jin. Sick and tired of the resistance dictating his every move. Holding their money over his head—he could be fine on his own. He could go off, get a job somewhere and fend for himself. Maybe he could get a scholarship to keep studying, he would never know. Under the guise of his brother’s wishes, how much was he expected to sacrifice?

With a surge of adrenaline, he lunged forward, fists clenched, aiming towards his Jin’s jaw. The music stopped. People gathered around, watching intently. Jimin’s eyes fuming with rage.

“You forget who the fuck I am?” Jimin sneered, “You’re out of line.”

Jin chuckled darkly, touching his bruise before standing back upright. “Oh come on, you don’t actually care about her. You barely know the bitch” Jimin swung at him again, but Jin dodged him move, forearm intercepting to twist him back. Jimin proceeded to kick back into his gut.

“Call her a bitch again, see what happens.” Jin landed on the floor, grunting as Jimin towered over him, “Get her her fucking job back Jin”

Jin wasn’t backing down. He punched Jimin back, the clash of their fists echoed through the silent room. Blow after blow exchanged, the impact reverberating through their bodies, fueling their determination.

“Where the fuck would you go?” Jin laughed between strikes, “She will never forgive you now. I you both a favor”

Jin dodged another swift punch, retaliating with a swift kick to his Jimin’s abdomen. Jimin staggered backward, but quickly regained his footing, launching himself back at him.

“You can’t love her Jimin, even if you wanted to” Jin rammed Jimin against the wall, trapping his throat with his elbow. Attempting to reason with him. “A part of you would always wonder. I know you kid. You have a duty to your brother”

“You’re the reason my brother is dead” Jimin hissed, trying to push Jin off but to no avail. They stood, chests heaving, their eyes locked with an intense spite.

“Okay enough” Yoongi interrupted, rolling his eyes. He held Jimin’s shoulder before nodding to Jin to let him go. “Jin, please get the poor girl her job back. That’s an order. And Jimin, the resistance core will be in touch about a character review. Stay away from the scientist—you know the rules”

You—

At some point it began to rain. Standing still, cold droplets seeping through your coat made you shiver. A welcome sensation, numbing the pain in your chest.

Jungkook unlocked your apartment before pulling you into his chest. You sobbed into him as he pressed his lips on top of your head.

"You poor thing, let’s get you into the shower"

He was sweet, handing you towels, laying out a pair of dry clothes for you. The hot vapor of the shower forcing you relax, forcing you to wipe away the tears on your cheeks. You slid to the floor, the shower pouring down on your back. Hot water scalding against your head. Hugging your knees to your chest.

You hear the shower door slide open, not reacting as your voice dried into soft sobs. Jungkook hovered over you, clothes getting wet at the edge of the water. Instead of focusing on the fact that you were completely naked, soaking wet in front of him, he looked into your eyes. Worried.

Finally, he crawled into the tiny space, sitting down by your side. His large hands caressing your hunched shoulders. You met his gaze. Grateful for him, as always.

God why couldn't it have been him? Such a perfect piece to your missing puzzle. His hair began to curl up in front of his eyes, dewy as he shook the water away. He was so close. So warm. Lips so soft, so near.

He smiled, and you could tell his thoughts mirrored yours. Eyes scanning over your face, your body, before he looked away. A disappointment in his eyes.

"I told you he was no good" Jungkook muttered, a hint of bitterness.

Closing your eyes, you focused on the way the water flowed over your head, down onto your eyelids, dripping off onto your face. Your boss, Dr. Jung had texted you—the data was missing. All of it, your years of work grinding through your degree. Jimin had stolen all of it. Inviting himself into your lab under the guise of wanting to give you a chance. It was a lie. You could barely fathom that soulmates could lie to one another. Let alone hurt them so deeply. Your fingers trembled, pressed between your knees.

“If I had been his type.” You confessed, laughing slightly, “Or somehow better, then he might have believed just a little bit that we were actually meant to be together, and maybe this wouldn’t have happened. Maybe he wouldn’t have betrayed me”

“Bullshit” Jungkook said quietly, “It’s not you. It’s how he was raised”

You knew he was right. Ever logical, Jungkook never entertained pointless theory. He looked at the facts—and the fact was that you finally met your soulmate. And he was part of the resistance, a group built around free will. Something they claim the state denies through programs such as the Soulmate Initiative.

“Y/n” Jungkook interrupted your thoughts, “Have you ever considered that Jimin just may not want a soulmate at all?”

You stared at Jungkook. Picking at your nails nervously as you considered his question. There were no laws that forced soulmates to be together. It was usually the case that they simply chose to do so. It was logical, to you. Be with the person you are compatible with—the person who can love you and make you happy. Complete you like no one else can. You thought back to your “date” with him. The way you felt so incredibly safe with him. The amazing adrenaline rush you felt holding onto him for dear life as he raced on his motorcycle. The look in his eyes after he kissed you.

Those were facts. That was real.

“When I first saw Jimin and knew, I found myself wishing I hadn’t looked” You placed your hand over Jungkook’s.

Jungkook stared blankly at the floor. Body tensing at your words.

“Well” Turning off the shower, he stared at you, at your body. “I never looked anywhere but at you” Frozen in place, his throat tight, cheeks blushing.

You stared at him, bewildered.

His fingers trapped your jaw, before allowing his lips to slide onto yours. You groaned into his mouth, as his other hand rested on your thigh. Gripping at your skin.

As your lips touched, a surge of conflicting emotions coursed through your veins. For years this was all you wanted. Him—just like this. Wanting you just as bad. Time stood still as your mouths delicately met, exploring each other, evoking a rush of feeling. Of comfort.

But what it felt like with Jimin was different. Something you couldn’t quite make sense of. Logic was misaligned, but Jimin felt incredible to kiss. His smile made you giddy with happiness.

As Jungkook pulled away, a mixture of confusion and clarity settled upon you. You missed Jimin, despite it all. Your heart may not be ready to forgive, but you weren’t ready to give up either. There had to be more to the story. You simply refused to believe your soulmate would ever put you in harms way.

“Forget about him” Jungkook urged almost knowingly, voice trying desperately to push out your infiltrative thoughts. His nose tracing yours, “Just forget him”

He slid his lips onto yours again, this time with more intensity. You could feel without a doubt that he wanted you. As you fell back onto the cold shower floor, Jungkook’s hand cushioning your head. His eyes locked shut—but yours wide open.

You groaned in surprise, attempting to push his large frame away. He got the hint, lifting you back up.

“Let me stay with you tonight” Jungkook pleaded, grabbing a towel and wrapping it over your shoulders. “So you don’t have to be alone”

You couldn’t say no. It hurt too much.

You woke up in Jungkook’s arms, his hands on your stomach, and your back against his chest. Carefully you tried to move your legs which were wedged between his.

He groaned, feeling you move. Tightening his hold and pulling you back to him. You felt your breath escape you as Jungkook’s prominent boner pressed into your thigh. You were a scientist. A biologist—so you knew these things were perfectly normal. But you couldn’t help the way your stomach erupted into butterflies.

“Morning,” Jungkook reached out, stretching cutely. “That was the best sleep I’ve gotten in a while” He confessed, nuzzling against your neck. “You sleep okay?”

Your heart hammered in your chest. He was being incredibly sweet-addictively so, and you wanted to give in.

“Yeah I did, thanks” You leaned into his touch, his lips warm and sloppy against your nape. You couldn’t help the soft moan leaving your lips as his hands slid over your stomach. Threatening to go higher.

“You smell so good” He muttered lazily. A small smile painted your lips. Your phone began to vibrate. Checking the screen, you raised your eyebrows.

“Dr. Jung?”

“Y/n, it seems as though the data were returned,” He sounded annoyed, per usual, “You must have some great connections because I’ve been ordered to re-employ you, but best believe if you bring another stranger into my lab again—”

“Oh, uh. N-Never, sir”

The man hung up. You blinked slowly, processing. “I got my job back”

Jungkook’s smile widened, “That’s great—”

“Jimin did this,” You stood up urgently, interrupting Jungkook, “I have to find him”

“Y/n” Jungkook grabbed your arm before you could run off. “He doesn’t want you. He made that clear”

You shook your head, “I can’t give up. I deserve love, and so does he”

Jimin—

The resistance core was furious once they caught wind of Jimin’s actions. He was to be put in front of the resistance core council to debate his allegiance. Jimin couldn’t care less. Perhaps this was the escape—you were the escape, the chance he needed to get out and find his own destiny. Course, you were gone. You wouldn’t be able to forgive him, hell, Jimin wouldn’t want you to.

You were probably with Jungkook. He wondered if you liked Jungkook back since he clearly liked you. Maybe he comforted you. Maybe the two of you slept together.

Jimin wanted to vomit.

“Jimin” The council head spoke after some silence, reviewing the documented complaints, “We believe in free will. If you don’t want to support us, the cause that your brother gave so much to, to avenge the death of your family, that is your prerogative. However if you intend to stay with us, you must agree to never make contact with The Scientist ever again”

Nodding, Jimin gulped. He figured as much.

“We realize the pull of the Soulmate Initiative is tough to resist. And we do want you to be happy. So if you really do want to be with The Scientist, you can do so if she leaves her job and is willing to cooperate with us”

He couldn’t do that to you. No way.

Jimin had to decide. Jin was right, if he left he didn’t have anywhere to go. Not a penny to his own name. He did want to see change. At least here, he was able to make an impact. Here, his existence had some meaning.

“I won’t contact her again. I am grateful for the council’s mercy”

On his bike, he had no direction. No sense of where he was going—but he drove on. Fast, dangerously swerving the roads. He couldn’t talk to you, but he could check up on you at least. No, that would be far too painful.

Tears built in his eyes, clouding his vision. Bringing his motorcycle to a stop on the edge of the highway, he cried. A child denied a toy, he cried because he missed you. Because his body wanted you and he had to deny it. Deny you. Everything stripped away from him—his family, brother and now you. Was there a point to any of it?

“Are you alright?” A car halted—large white SUV, clearly indicating a state official. The window was tainted black, bulletproof. As it rolled down, Jimin could see a pair of eyes. It was a man. He looked vaguely familiar.

“Yeah, I’m good”

He rode to campus, soul void. Studying was a proven distraction to his hopeless reality. After all, he couldn’t afford to sulk around. He had to keep moving. As he walked towards the law library, he saw you. You saw him. The two of you frozen in time.

Until you were running. Running to him with your arms open and he caught you, swinging you up with the momentum, hand behind your head as he hugged you into him. Nirvana. Instinct, taking in all you were—your scent, the heat from your body—until he realized he was touching you and pushed you away.

“I got my job back” You were elated, brimming with excitement. Jimin wanted to kiss every inch of your smiling face. A warm feeling erupting from your happiness.

“Glad to hear it, doctor” He remained stoic, nevertheless. He needed you to give up. Needed you to get away.

“You care about me, you did this”

Jimin sighed. Why did his soulmate have to be the most stubborn woman on the fucking planet—he didn’t know.

“I don’t care about you”

“Stop fighting me” You pleaded, grabbing his shoulders and shaking them. “Look I’m sure you had your reasons for doing what you did. We can move past this”

“I already told you I don’t want this”

You stepped forward, face inched away from his, a fiery determination in your eyes.

“Really?” You tilted your face, squinting at him. Jimin nodded, eyebrows raised.

You stroked his face, just as he had done to you many times. He was stiff, taken aback by your forwardness. Without thinking, you pushed yourself onto your toes so you could melt into a kiss. You knew he could feel it, down to his bones—nothing was more right in the world than when you were in his arms, lips on his. No moral compass could keep you apart in those moments, Jimin was merely a servant, a fool bending to your magnetism and he would give up everything in an instant to feel like this forever.

His lips parted, letting you slip your tongue in. Widening your jaw to deepen the kiss. Tender in his actions, taming his need. Savoring every second.

Tears rolled down his face. If this was the last time he’d ever see you, he wanted it all. Forehead pressed against yours, his eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips, breathing barely inches away. Panting. Heart pounding.

“I can’t” You could feel his words, spoken upon your lips. Tone serious. No teasing, no flirting, just straight. “They won’t let me”

He stared at you a beat longer. Before grabbing your wrist, dragging you behind the library to an alleyway near the dumpsters. He pressed you against the wall, gripping your waist firmly.

He dove into your neck, fluttering kisses all over. Fingers trailing up your sides to where he grabbed your wrists, stretching them to either side of you. Movement urgent, frantic—you were his kryptonite, and he was unraveling at the seams.

Your fingers intertwined with his, as he nipped at your jaw. Breathing heavily, you attempted to call out his name but no voice came. Instead a soft moan. His fingers tightened around yours as he pulled away, staring into your eyes.

Silence. Only the sounds of both of you desperately trying to catch your breath. Flushed and bewildered.

“You should leave” Jimin’s voice was coarse. Deeper than usual, “Go”

He didn’t move. Neither did you. You challenged him, gaze unwavering. Waiting to see what he would do next.

It was as if something inside of him snapped. Something feral, raw, suppressed. Instantly he released your hands, fumbling to unbutton your pants. He yanked them down just enough before doing so to himself. Fingers softly gliding over your folds, barely teasing. He grabbed your hips, lifting you up against the wall before yanking your panties aside. Biting his lip, focused. You watched, gripping onto his shoulders for dear life, as his cock teased your entrance.

“Tell me to stop” He growled. “Tell me right fucking now doctor”

You shook your head, sliding your hand to his jaw. Blinking you stared into his lust shot eyes, eyelids fluttering, hazy with desire.

He sank into you slowly, letting out a low groan into your neck. Hands holding you steady, he was patient. Despite the heated urgency of his actions. There was not a thought in his head. Not a thought in yours. Nothing but raw need as he felt your hot walls tighten around him.

Jimin’s nose traced yours as he began to move in and out. Bouncing you up against the wall while your hands ran through his hair, scratching at him. Grabbing fistfuls and tugging his head back. He was so deep, so full inside you. The drag of his cock against your walls had you seeing stars. Rolling your eyes back, you wanted to scream.

“Ssh, be quiet for me doctor” Jimin kissed your lips playfully, lingering as he continued to fuck into you. He rolled his hips, pushing you up with every thrust, fingers digging into the bottom of your ass.

He let you onto your feet, pulling out so he could turn you around. Your hands up against the wall, his wrapped around your chest, shamelessly grabbing at you over your coat. It wasn’t enough. He wanted to feel you. Unzipping the damned thing he tossed it aside, enveloping you to keep you from the cold.

Finally his hands could slip under your sweater, pushing it up to the tops of your chest, tits sensitive to his touch. Hooking his jaw over your shoulder he watched as he squeezed your breasts, caressing them fondly.

Jimin pressed his lips against your collar, digging in his teeth. Keeping a hand on your chest, he slid back into you from behind, this time immediately rocking his hips steady into you. You arced your back, reaching back to grab his hair again. The slippery echoes of your cunt getting louder as his thrusts intensified.

Pressing you up even closer to the wall, he let one hand dive in front of you, fingers gliding over your clit. His touch was gentle, reaching exactly where you needed him to. And he could tell. Smiling against the back of your head as he felt you beginning to tremble. Wetness seeping as his cock nudged in further, finger rapidly circling your clit right there. Pushing you closer and closer to your edge.

Nothing but red. Red heat building inside of you, toes curling, lungs clenching—you couldn’t breathe. His body so close, the warmth against the cold air. You bucked forward, body spasming, twitching all over. He didn’t waver, he kept going, finger working you through your orgasm. Biting back moans as you tightened around his cock. Your wetness seeping through, soaking him.

Cursing, he pulled out, afraid he was going to lose himself in the sweet sensation of you. Turning you back around he pulled your thighs apart, sliding his cock against your clit, causing you to wince.

“Fuck, come here” He gritted, pulling you into another kiss. His hand tugging at his cock. He spilled into his palm, letting out a deep moan.

Finding steadiness, he cleaned himself up, zipping up his pants as you did the same. Grabbing your coat from the ground, he handed it to you.

As he was doing so, you noticed the bruises on his skin.

“Jimin—are you hurt?” You touched him again, causing him to flinch. “When did this happen?”

“Don’t” He warned. “Just go”

“Can I at least bandage you—my place isn’t too far from here, come on okay” You grabbed his wrist, tugging him along. Jimin stood firm in his ground.

“Why can’t you fuck off”

You turned back at him, “Fine, let me do this and then you can go—I won’t bother you again”

Jimin looked at you skeptically, but chose to go along regardless. He followed you through campus, the snow beginning to melt away—spring was nearing. He could see tiny flower buds on bushes, birds chirping in the distance. Your apartment was cozy. A smaller building, you were on the top floor. Frazzled, you fumbled with your keys to get in, and Jimin was hardly surprised to see the haphazard shape your place was in—textbooks, papers everywhere. 

“Sorry about the mess”

Jimin was a neat freak himself. Nevertheless, he swallowed his irks and let you lead him into your bedroom. He scanned the walls, aside from some nerdy science posters there wasn’t much there. He noticed your shelf of romance novels, as well as a copy of Dr. Kim Namjoon’s memoir.

You pulled off his jacket, then his shirt. His toned muscles littered with purple. The bruises causing your eyes to widen. Jimin couldn’t help but smirk. They weren’t watching anymore—no harm in teasing you a little.

“Like what you see doc?”

You blushed, meeting his eyes before immediately returning to your task. “No—I mean, yeah you look great. Not your bruises—those don’t look good at all, but here let me just—” You found a first aid kit under your bed. Grabbing some gauze and alcohol, you began to tend to his wounds. He watched as you kneeled in front of him, focus lasered onto the task at hand.

Jimin grabbed your jaw suddenly, overwhelmed by your tender care. Pulling your face to his. You blinked at him, stunned as he kissed you softly. Humming against your mouth. More relaxed, at ease, as if he had all the time in the world.

“Jimin let me—mmpfh” He didn’t let you finish. He didn’t want to hear another word. Pulling you into his lap, he slid your own coat to the floor. Not leaving your lips for a second.

“No” You squealed, giggling slightly. “No more until you let me clean your wounds”

Jimin pouted, looking to you with puppy eyes. “But you’re my doctor aren’t you—and this makes me feel good”

“I thought you wanted to leave” You taunted him right back. He grinned, enjoying the way you were pushing him.

“I’m not in a rush” His eyes darkened, tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth.

“You don’t ever have to leave, you know” You offered. “They can’t hurt you here”

Jimin raised his eyebrows, “The resistance you mean? Why are you gonna take them all on your own?” He nudged you playfully. You shrugged.

“I could use my evil science powers”

Jimin laughed. Laughed in a way he hadn’t in a long time. Why did he want to leave so badly—why did he have to push you away? Could he dare to hope that you two could survive anything—it seemed unrealistic. Cliché. But here he was, dumb in love with you despite his best efforts.

Wait what.

Jimin gulped, growing serious all of a sudden as he continued to stare at you. You rose from his lap, a goofy smile on your face as you packed up the first aid kit.

“You said they won’t let you…were you talking about the resistance? Will they not let you be with me? Because I’m your soulmate” He watched as you wandered into your kitchen.

“It’s not because you’re my soulmate. It’s your job” Jimin responded, “But I also don’t believe in this soulmate stuff, which you know”

“Well clearly you do when it helps you get laid” You joked. He knew you were joking, but it wasn’t funny to him. His physical attraction to you was feverish, and it concerned him that he might be taking advantage of you. Getting benefits of a commitment he was unwilling to make. You returned, noticing his serious aura. “Jimin—it’s fine. You told me you don’t want me, anything that happened after was my choice”

You don’t want me. Of course he wanted you. How could he not want you—you were perfect. You were suffocatingly stubborn, clingy, messy and absolutely clueless but you were perfect. And you would fight to the ends of the earth for what you believed in, while Jimin wasn’t sure if he believed in anything anymore.  

“I’d never ask you to leave your job. But they own me, Y/n. I really can’t do anything about it. I didn’t even steal your data. They did, and they made me take the fall for it so that you’d hate me and leave me alone”

“I will leave you alone Jimin, if I think that’s what you actually want” You held his hand firmly, “But I have a tough time thinking that’s true”

Jimin looked at you. The glimmer of hope in your eyes. “Even if they allowed it, that doesn’t change the fact that we’re inherently not compatible”

“We are compatible. We’re soulmates. You do what you have to do for the resistance, I won’t interfere and I would never sell you out”

“What if my job forces me to damage something you believe in though?”

You sighed deeply. Jimin could tell you didn’t know the answer. Despair began to weigh down on you both, how unlucky must you be to have been matched to someone like him. He wanted to be the man you deserved, but he wasn’t. Plain and simple.

“I like you, Jimin” You confessed instead. “I think you’re great. I want you. You’re in my dreams, I can’t not think about you. Even when Jungkook kissed me I,”

Jimin’s grip on your hand loosened. “Jungkook kissed you?”

“It didn’t mean anything! He was just trying to comfort me, I think”

He put his hands up in defense, “I’m not upset with you doctor—I get it. He’s cute”

You made a face, “You make fun of him”

Jimin winked, “You can be lame and cute at the same time. You are”

“You think I’m lame?”

“I think you’re a nerd” He confessed, matter of factly. You punched him playfully before sliding your lips onto his. He pulled you against his chest, holding you tenderly. “Prettiest fucking nerd, but nerd nonetheless”

You giggled against his lips. He kissed you again and again, smiling in between and it was everything. Jimin couldn’t even fathom that you were real. A real person in his arms making him so happy—elated about the future in a way he was sure he’d never been before. You were everything. The start of everything.

Falling onto his back, you climbed over him, lips not parting for even a moment. His hands gripping at the hem of your sweater before you allowed him to pull it over your head. He admired you, lips swollen in nothing but your baby blue sports bra.

He let his fingers trail over the fabric, drawing light circles and watching the way you twitched under him. You gasped, unconsciously rolling your hips against him. The look on your face was priceless, biting down on your lip hard as you tried to tame down your sensitivity. Adorable, how you thought Jimin couldn’t tell. That he couldn’t read your body like the back of his hand. Finally you grabbed his wrists, stopping his movements so that you could pull off your bra. Your breasts popping out—Jimin lay dumbfounded, eyes glued to your body.

You looked at him, shy. Jimin exhaled shakily, unsure how to capture his amazement. He wanted to touch—so fucking bad. You rose carefully, sliding down you trousers until you were left in your panties. Then those dropped to the floor.

“Fucking hell doctor, you’re gonna give me a heart attack” He stood up, unzipping his own pants where his bulge was painful, burning between his legs. Kicking the garments aside, his hands hovered over your waist—barely touching. Waiting for your signal.

“You’re beautiful”

Jimin’s ears burned at your words, blush across his face. You looked at him with awe. His heart fluttered, realizing he had never really been complimented on his looks before, merely his ability to fight.

“Can I touch you?” His voice was raspy, barley audible. Lust seized every fiber of him. “Please let me fucking touch you”

You nodded, and Jimin wasted not one more second grabbing your hips, sliding his hands to your ass where he squeezed you as his lips locked with yours.

Laying you down on the bed, his lips trailed every inch of your skin from your toes, up your calves, down your thighs. Loving the way you twitched and moaned at his every move. Riling you up, he wanted to see you fall apart under him. His fingers found your clit again, palm rolling under your folds. You grinded on his wrist, fingers helplessly clutching the sheets beneath you.

Dropping to his knees, he spread your thighs, admiring your glistening folds. You bucked your hips as he traced them—trying desperately to shut your legs but he overpowered you.

“Jimin I’ve never—I don’t know if that’s such a good” He shushed you sweetly, looking deep into your eyes. Kissing the insides of your thigh, he worked he way to your pussy. Slow, patient, kissing the edge of your folds as you squealed.

“It’s okay baby, I want to” He promised, and you believed him. His hand caressing your thigh to ease the tension before he slipped in his tongue. Eyes not leaving yours for a second. It was incredibly intimate. He seemed to consume you, in a white-hot blaze of adoration. You reached for him, sitting up to grab a fistful of his hair. The pull turned him on even more, his tongue flicking faster, eating you out for all you were worth.

“Jimin” You panted, “Ohh fuck” He continued to fuck his tongue inside of you, drinking up your essence. His wet tongue hot, deep in your core where you could feel his every move—driving you crazy. Your eyes dazed, frazzled beyond belief. Lips parted as your eyes rolled back with pleasure.

Coming up for air, he licked his lips, savoring your taste. You stared at him with blasted eyes as he crawled up to your face so he could kiss you again.

“Thank you” Jimin chuckled at your words.

“You don’t have to thank me, baby. It’s my fucking pleasure”

“Should I do you?”

He shook his head. If he didn’t pound his cock inside you right now, he swore he was going to implode.

“Open up for me baby, yeah?” He lined his cock up with your soaked cunt. Slowly, inch by inch he began to slide in. You bit down on your lips hard, until blood trickled out. Jimin licked it right up, tongue teasing your lips before sliding into your mouth. He bottomed out, lips glued to yours, groaning into you. Propped up on his forearms, he gave you a moment to adjust. He felt so good—shafted deep inside you. You clenched around him obscenely tight, he was seeing stars. You were a dizzy hurricane, and he wanted to be swept up by you. Destroyed until there was nothing left.

“You feel so good” He buried his face into your neck, “Fuck baby, so fucking good for me. You feel okay baby? Can I move?”

“Y-yeah” At your green light, Jimin carefully pulled out. Back in, tight thrusts beginning to pick up in pace. Dotting your face with kisses between each one. He swore he was losing consciousness, vision blurred with desperation—craving of you. Heart pounding as pleasure wiped through his nerves.

Hooking your leg over his shoulder, he adjusted his angle, hitting you even deeper. Your cunt coating him, the sound and smell of sex driving Jimin feral. His hands grabbing your breasts, wanting you to be stimulated—to feel as good as he was.

“Fuck baby, I don’t ever want to leave” His mind was void. Reason out the door as he spewed nonsense. “I’ll leave it all for you baby, leave it all for this fucking cunt—oh God”

“Don’t leave” You responded, disoriented by his pace. “Don’t ever leave me”

“I won’t baby, fuck, I’m never leaving” He kissed you firmly, letting your leg fall to the side. He stared into your eyes, foreheads touching as he drove his cock in deep. “You like it baby? You want my big fucking cock, yeah?”

You nodded furiously as he taunted you. The pout in your lips sending him overboard. “Fuck baby I’m gonna cum so fucking hard—you’re so fucking hot, my pretty girl—where do you want me? Want me to cum on your face?”

“Please” You gasped as he pulled out, tugging his cock as he kneeled tall over you, letting his cum squirt down onto your eyelids. He groaned, taken by the sensation and by how sexy you looked covered in his cum like that. Ropes of cum streaming out as his hips bucked, hot pleasure seizing him.

“Fuckk” He collapsed onto you, burying his face into your chest. Rolling onto your sides, you caressed his head against you. He looked up at you, nothing but fondness in his eyes. Wiping the cum off of you with his discarded t-shirt.

The two of you lay in silence, simply adoring one another. Jimin pulled you into his arms, grabbing your comforter so the two of you could slide under. He stroked your back softly, fingers trailing up and down your spine. Naked legs tangling. Fitting against each other like a puzzle. He kissed your forehead as you buried your face into his chest.

“You okay?” He asked after some time, massaging your shoulders gently. You peered up at him, content and blissed.

“This is really nice” You whispered, trying to hide your smile. Jimin held your chin steady, preventing you from turning away.

“You’re so cute” He muttered, landing another peck to your lips. It never got old, he swore he could kiss you forever. “I—”

He stiffened, unsure if he was ready to say it. It was too soon, and he still lacked the answers of how the two of you could possibly work, and you must have known because you simply chuckled.

“I know. Me too”

You—

The lab had always been your safe space. The comfort of the chunky white lab coats, latex-free gloves and goggles. Your protection. Your serenity. As you went about your trials, Jungkook sat at the bench next to yours, typing away at his computer.

“What are you working on?” The silence was too loud. Things felt awkward with Jungkook. You knew you couldn’t tell him you hooked up with Jimin. Even though, in your eyes, you did the right thing. Your first time with Jimin was rushed. Unexpected. But so was he. In the most flawed way, he was somehow perfect. You knew he was scared of what he felt. Scared to question what he believed, but in that moment all he wanted was you and he was sure to let you know that. Second time was bliss. And you were so excited to go home to him. Excited for every amazing night to come. You wanted to tell Jungkook everything, but wasn’t sure he would appreciate knowing the intimate details of your love life.

“I’m finding your compatibility results”

You swerved, “What?” Kicking your chair so it rolled next to Jungkook’s. You scanned his screen, seeing him type in some code. “How?”

“I have my ways” He assured you, “I just want to get to the bottom of this, you deserve better”

“Jungkook, that might not be necessary anymore actually because…”

“Here!” Your attention redirected to his screen. He clicked on a file, opening a scanned proposal. Scrolling through, he finally found your name. “Y/n L/n, age, birthday, la da da” Humming, he searched the data for a clue.

“Well?” You tapped your fingers against the desk.

“Uh” Jungkook gulped, “Interesting.”

“What? What is it?”

Jungkook looked at you, almost as though he were debating what to say next. “Y/n, do you really love him?”

“We’re getting there” He raised his eyebrows, “I mean, we—are making progress”

Jungkook read between your words. Shutting his laptop, he sighed. “Nevermind”

“Jungkook—what the fuck did it say?”

“Jimin isn’t listed as your soulmate. You don’t have anyone listed”

Your throat felt dry. “What?”

“You were in the placebo cohort”

You stared at him. The placebo cohort. Meaning—what?

“I’m sorry, Y/n”

“No there’s some other explanation” You shook your head, “Jimin and I had a rough start but. He’s kind. Dedicated. He’s had a rough go of it—I don’t know his story but I can just tell. He’s insightful, and isn’t afraid to challenge me. He understands me too, even in this short time. He’s sweet. And he wants me just as bad as I want him”

“Do you even hear yourself right now?” Jungkook looked appalled, “You’re delusional, Y/n. He said he didn’t want you, explicitly. He’s lied to you many times,”

“The chip doesn’t alter our emotions, it only gives us the signal. I know what I feel Jungkook—it has to be him”

“Placebo cohort’s get the signal, but the compatibility test wasn’t actually run so it’s signaling that some random person you’re not actually compatible with is your soulmate. To see if the computability part actually matters, or if simply thinking someone is your soulmate is enough”

It couldn’t be. You felt nauseous, as though everything around you was spinning. Time and time again Jimin had told you to back off. That what you were feeling wasn’t real when you believed so strongly it was. Nothing about it made sense.

Suddenly Jimin’s flaws glared at you—he was in the resistance, fighting against the very peace you upheld. He was a violent person. He hung out with shady people in banned places. He broke rules which you followed no matter what. He smoked. He rode a motorcycle. He didn’t believe you were his soulmate—and you weren’t.

But you loved him.

And he, probably, loved you too.

Was the placebo effect real then? Did you fall in love just because you thought you were supposed to? If you never had the signal—never had the chip—would you have been able to look past your differences, and find what you did?

He had only just begun to believe. This would crush him.

“You have to tell him” Jungkook echoed your thoughts. You frowned, he was clearly deriving some joy from the fact that he was right about Jimin.

“Does this mean someone else out there is actually my soulmate? More compatible with me than Jimin?”

“Most likely” Jungkook confirmed, “Only way to know is to reset your chip. And only Dr. Kim himself can do that”

You turned to your calendar. The conference was only a few days away. What were you supposed to tell Jimin in the meanwhile? Should you avoid seeing him? Should you ignore this and just love him anyway?

“I-I gotta go” You scrambled to gather your things. Rushing to take a bus home, you barged into your apartment. Eyes wide as you noticed the entire place had been cleaned up. Nose twitching to the scent of something cooking—something delicious.

Jimin smiled warmly upon seeing you. You had left before he woke up, leaving him sound asleep with a kiss on the cheek.  

“Morning doctor” He continued to go about his cooking. He looked adorable, sleepy hair and shirtless, cracking eggs into a pan. You wanted to cover him with kisses, “Hope you don’t mind, just thought I’d whip up some food. Aren’t you supposed to be at the lab?”

“I, yeah I uh”

“Oh taste this” Jimin took a spoon of some sauce he had made and quickly made his way over to you. Slipping the spoon in your mouth, your eyes widened as flavor burst in your mouth.

“Jimin” You mumbled as he took the spoon out, stealing a quick kiss. “Fuck that’s so spicy Jimin”

“Not your thing, doctor?” He pouted, “Damn, I love spicy food”

Your heart dropped. He’s not your soulmate. You’re not compatible.

He seemed to notice your unusual behavior.

“Hey baby, it’s okay. It’s just food preferences, not the end of the world”

“Jimin, we’re” You cleared your throat. “We’re not—”

“Oh, are you upset that I’m still here? Don’t worry I have class in the afternoon, I’ll be out of your way” Grabbing your hands he pulled you into a hug. Swaying your body left to right, you wanted to melt.

“Jimin” Your voice was breaking. Tears welling in your eyes.

“I know we don’t have everything figured out baby” He hummed against you. Pressing his lips on top of your head, “But for once, I think, I believe it’ll work out”

You broke.

Shattered into tears. You couldn’t possibly do this to him, not after everything you already put him through. How the hell were you supposed to tell the man you’d chased relentlessly that you weren’t supposed to be together?

“Baby,” Jimin held your face in his hands, searching with concern “Y/n, what’s wrong?”

You couldn’t breathe. Sobs blocking your air. Chest tight.

“Hey, easy baby” Jimin held your hand, guiding you to sit down on your bed. He knelt down by your side. Pressing his lips onto your knuckles. Across your wrist.

The odds were unlikely. But there was a slim chance that despite being a placebo match, he may actually still somehow be compatible with you. He may still be your real soulmate. You should wait until you knew for sure. 

“I’m okay, sorry I just, got emotional” You wiped your tears away, chuckling. Jimin didn’t look like he quite believed you, but decided not to push it.

“Don’t apologize, doctor” He kissed your knee, “As long as you’re okay”

“Jimin”

“Yeah baby?”

“No matter what happens,” You sniffled, “I believe in you”

Jimin chuckled, stroking your face, “Babe what has gotten into you? Did Jungkook say something—I can beat that fucker to a pulp if he did, I am a vigilante after all”

You smiled. Because the man in front of you was dazzling. Despite the fights. Despite your differences. If this wasn’t true love, you weren’t sure you wanted whatever that was. This was all you needed. He was all you needed.

Which is why you owed it to him to be honest.

“We’re not actually soulmates”

Jimin simply blinked.

“It was a placebo, where the chip signals but we aren’t actually compatible. So the basis for everything we felt—or everything we think we feel, was a lie”

Silence. So haunting and so obscenely loud, you weren’t sure you’d survive it.

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placebo (m) | pjm (3)

pairing: jimin x reader (ft. jungkook & namjoon)

premise: you're assigned a soulmate backed by the science of compatibility that hopes to promote healthier, long-lasting, loving relationships. you find yours: park jimin is the exact opposite of you. a member of a notorious resistance gang, he doesn't believe in science, love, or the state.

summary: you find out that jimin isn't your true soulmate. he was a placebo - a series of control trials to see if simply thinking someone is your soulmate would be enough to make you fall in love. the issue is, you did. you did fall in love. hard.

genre: 18+ romance, smut, angst, soulmate!au, dystopian, love triangle, romeo-juliet, opposites attract, hurt-comfort

characters: student!reader, vigilante!jimin, student!jungkook, scientist!namjoon

warnings: 18+, contains smut, angsty smut, rough penetrative sex, creampie, cock warming, breast play, a lot of kissing. like a lot. emotional sex, oral sex (m), fingering, praise kink, jimin is a pro at snapping that bra off, a lot of stimulation, a lot of foreplay, aftercare, they're in love okay it's cheesy, feelings of fear, hurt, government conspiracy, medical procedure, memory loss, cursing

taglist: @tornparts @loona15 @effielumiere @agustdream8 @jnghs @dragons-flare @xiusmarshmallow @ratherbefangirling @infires-imagines @aretha170 @dvalitaes @kookiejeonie @ddaeng-angmoh @idk123906 @cuteipat @uarmyhore @natalie-rdr @yawnkive @sukunabitch @withluvjm @thesmeraldogirl @theceraunophilegirl

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Jimin—

“We’re not actually soulmates.”

Disappointment couldn’t even begin to explain what Jimin was feeling as he saw your eyes shatter in front of him. His heart was already beating wildly with a sense of pounding worry—all from your tears. He wasn’t the kind of guy who expressed himself. He was a pawn. A soldier, of sorts. He took action.

Right now, he was paralyzed. Every drop of blood drained from him in one rush of cold. He was left with nothing. Not even your touch held enough comfort to warm the life back into him. His breath even, mocking him with a charade of calmness.

You continued to explain. He heard you—he swore he did, but everything seemed to numb him from comprehending.

“It was a placebo, where the chip signals but we aren’t actually compatible. So the basis for everything we felt—or everything we think we feel, was a lie. Jungkook found out and,”

Jimin blinked. Looking at you. You were still there. You were still real. Your eyes swollen with tears. Hearing your words hurt, but seeing you like this hurt even more. He needed to be strong for you—you were falling apart in front of him, and he was too stubborn to let you.

He wasn’t going to let you go.

Because he didn’t care. He didn’t care—in fact, a rush seemed to pulse into him, beckoning him onwards—the fact that you might have been some government-implanted craving he had was the only reason he was trying to stay away from you initially. You fought for him. And fuck, he loved you. It was too soon to say it. Hell—probably too soon to feel it but he didn’t have a doubt in his mind.

Last night, as he fell asleep in your arms, all he could wish for was to have that every day for the rest of his life. He had never felt so strongly bound to another person. Never felt so seen, so cherished.

This wasn’t about some microchip in your necks. To him, it never had been. You cared for him when he was hurt. You were a fucking nerd, obsessed with your geeky job in a way that enamored him. You worked so hard, were so fiercely determined and dedicated to your cause. You were messy, clumsy, a stickler for rules where Jimin liked to bend them, break them, or ignore them altogether.

He loved the person you were, unfiltered—he loved the person you wanted to become, and most of all he loved the way you loved him. Your heart on your sleeve. Calling out his bullshit. And always being exactly what he needed even if he didn’t know it himself.

And he knew all of this. So why did he feel so fucking terrified?

Jimin swallowed deeply. His hand leaving your face as you searched him for a reaction through glassy eyes.

“Tell me what this means to you, doctor” His words were hushed. His fingers gliding over your wrists before circling them into his hold. His lips hovered over yours, foreheads resting against one another.

Jimin wasn’t an idiot. He knew exactly what it meant to you. But he needed to hear you say it. He knew how hard you had fought for him. He had tried so hard to push you away, but you persisted because you believed in the Soulmate Initiative so strongly. That had been the catalyst. For you—it had been the condition of your love.

“Jimin” You exhaled. The regret in your voice carved into his heart.

“You know that never mattered to me” His grip on your wrists tightened, as if his touch would make you understand. It was all he could do to not scream—not begin to pathetically beg you not to care. Not to change anything—not to leave him.

He could see you scrambling for words. “There’s still a chance—” You attempted to reason. Because that’s who you were. Hard facts and logic. Your voice choked—Jimin couldn’t look at you a second longer. It was too fucking painful. Too painful to sit there and watch as you gave up on him.

He needed to leave. Get far away from you and think. Because right now he felt so helpless, so powerless—he didn’t trust himself not to say something he’d ultimately regret.

His eyes were red, wet with anger. A façade to cover the shattering in his chest.

“I have to get to class, doctor” His voice was serene. His gaze, tumultuous.

“Jimin please,” You tried to pull him back as he stood up. He yanked his hand away from you, rougher than he meant to, but enough for you to get the hint. “I’m so sorry”

He took a few steps towards the door. Turning back, he looked at you one last time. Your tear-stained cheeks. Your quivering lips.

“I’m not sorry” He swallowed thickly. Pulling on his leather jacket and grabbing his helmet, he tucked in under his arm. “I will never be sorry for falling for you, doctor”

“There might—” Jimin held up his palm.

“I’ll come back” His eyes softened as if to ease your anxiety, “We can talk about this later”

He was out of the door in seconds, unable to look you in the eye again. The fresh, cold air hit him like salvation from the tension. He gasped, breathing the sharp air in as his tears unleashed.

Sinking to the floor, he buried his head between his knees. His fingers gripping his hair in frustration as he sobbed quietly. He jerked his head back, hitting the door as he punched the ground next to him. Cursing loudly as he crumbled.

You—

Jimin would be back any second. You’d never felt quite so nervous. So anxious—not even when you opened your decision letter for your PhD program—not ever. He’d be back. Be home. And you two would have to face the impending doom you’d introduced to him.

More than anything, you felt guilty. Guilty that you were responsible for what he was going through right now. After trying so hard to convince him that he even deserved love, let alone from you—to gain his trust and then put him into this grey space of uncertainty. It wasn’t lost on you how unfair it was.

The mere thought of living your life like you had before Jimin—was pointless. He had awoken something within you. As frustrating as he was, as much of a tease and a flirt—he made every day feel like an adventure. He brought you to life in a way nothing else quite did.

But if your real soulmate was out there, you couldn’t help but wonder. Was it all fake attraction? Was what you could find with someone you were truly compatible with even better than this? More magical? More right?

You had to know.

And you knew Jimin wouldn’t see it that way. But even if you chose to ignore it—to let it go, it would drive a wedge between the two of you inevitably. Jimin’s flaws seemed to glare at you in a way that they hadn’t before. Everything impossible about your relationship seemed to weigh on you because you didn’t have the blind faith in the system anymore. You didn’t have the promise that this is how it was supposed to be.

The ring of your doorbell sent your heart into somersaults. You buzzed him, nervously tugging at your sleeves. You wanted to look pretty for him—unsure if that was cruel of you, but you couldn’t help but think that these were a collection of your final moments together.

He walked inside. Tired eyes, raven hair wispy from the wind. The cold tinting his cheek and nose. His black motorcycle jacket hugged his figure. The familiar scent of cigarettes and gasoline which you had come to associate with comfort. A scent that once made you nauseous.

Slugging his backpack off, he set it aside. Neatly, he unlaced his boots before stepping inside. He regarded you with a soft smile. His deep brown eyes were simultaneously relieved and broken.

“Hey you”

You approached him slowly, immediately wrapping your arms around his torso. You inhaled him. His unadulterated bliss. He was cold, but so warm. And when his arms wrapped around you, cradling your head to the crook of his neck, leaning into you—you wanted to simply melt.

You looked up. His pretty eyes—the way he looked at you—God. His touch flushed you over with heat as his palm reached your cheek, thumb caressing over your jaw, teasing your bottom lip.

You didn’t know what to say to him. It seemed, you didn’t need to say anything. Jimin sighed into you, his lips relaxing against yours. So soft. So tender. Incredibly sweet.

And you wouldn’t stop him. Maybe it was avoidance. The impending melancholy of the night you were about to have. The inevitable heartache. You deepened the kiss, pulling Jimin closer to you desperately.

He grinned against your lips as you did. Hands falling to your hips before cupping the backs of your thighs. He lifted you up, still kissing you with the same delicateness. Taking you to the couch where he sat you both down.

Falling to his back, you crawled on top of him. Lips not parting. Breaths getting heavier.

Because when you kissed, nothing else mattered. Nothing else even existed. There was only him. Him and the storm of pleasure brewing in your chest. The heat coursing through your veins. The dizziness spinning in your head.

His fingers curled over your hip as he flipped you down. Hovering over you now, he admired you. Eyes memorizing your every crevice. His chain fell from his neck, the cool metal making you shiver as it glided across your hot skin.

He peeled off his jacket, leaving only his tight white t-shirt, before returning to you. Body caging yours in. Forearms resting on either side of your face as his fingers traced your cheeks.

“I don’t tell you enough” He murmured. You raised your eyebrows, curious. “You’re so fucking beautiful, doctor. So pretty,” His eyes were half-lidded, kissing you chastely, “Sexy..gorgeous..mine” He smacked against your lips between each word—sending a rush of praise to your head.

And you loved it. You loved his words like they were feathers tickling against you. His voice was silk and you wanted to dance in it for eternity.

The pressure of his body felt incredible against yours, his heat like a blanket. You’d never felt so safe—so cherished in his hold.

“Where the hell did you even come from, doctor?” He hummed playfully against your lips, “How the hell find me? You’re a fever. You’re my disease and my cure”

You tugged at his chain, urging him to kiss you harder. To glue his lips to yours.

He groaned, hips rolling flush against yours as his mouth worked you into serenity. You could feel how badly he needed you, but he was taking his time. On the other hand, you were frantic. Your fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt. Tugging it up his torso as he chuckled. You could feel his scalding skin on your fingertips. Exploring the expanse of him. The contours of his body, the soft skin.

His teeth tugged at your lip, nipping at you playfully as you scratched your nails against his chest. He finally allowed you to pull this shirt over his head, giving you a moment to admire him, chain contrasting against his golden skin before you tugged off your own top.

You were left in sheer light green bra. Delicate. Something you had bought as a joke a long time ago, wondering if it would actually make you feel more confident. Jimin’s pupils darkened.

“Let me” He exhaled shakily. You turned over, on your knees as Jimin held you up—one hand on your neck pulling you back to him. His fingers gripped your jaw as he kissed your cheek, smirking against you as his other hand expertly snapped your bra off. So fast that it sent shivers down your spine. He replaced where the latch once was pressing into your back with his own lips, kissing up your spine until melting at your nape.

You arched your back as the bra slid down your arms, onto the floor. Jimin’s coarse fingers immediately covering your breasts. Pinching your nipple between his fingers sensually. Trailing butterfly kisses up your neck. You twitched under his touch. Small, needy gasps leaving your parted lips.

He hummed with pleasure, tasting you across your jaw, chest pressed against your back.

“So good to me,” He kissed your cheek. The blisters on his fingers against the soft skin of your breasts making his touch so incredibly erotic, it had you weeping in your core. His touches so subtle, and yet you were reacting to him so desperately. Craving him, overwhelmed by how fucking good it felt when he touched you.

“Please” You weren’t even sure what you were asking for. He chuckled softly, teeth grazing against your ear. “Jimin p-please”

“I love that. I love it when you ask me so nicely like that” He pushed you down on all fours. You let out a surprised gasp at his sudden roughness, but your cunt tightened. He pulled off your jeans, and then his own. Leaving your panties on he grabbed a handful of your ass and squeezed it.

“So fucking perfect,” His large hands moved all over the flesh of your thighs. He let two fingers tease along your damp slit. “What’s this huh? Wet for me already baby?”

His fingers pushed the cloth aside, finding your tender clit. You bit back a moan as he began to trace small, slow circles. He leaned down on you, the feeling of skin on skin riling you up even further. His lips caressed the back of your shoulders with hums of approval as his fingers continued to coax you. His other hand holding your hip steady. Pinching your ass tenderly.

“Jimin” You gasped breathlessly, fingers gripping the couch tight. His fingers continued to push you further and further towards nirvana. He pulled you up suddenly, fingers still on your clit—but he needed to see you. Needed to look into your eyes as you came. Hand wrapped around your neck, enough to feel his control but not enough to choke you.

“You gonna cum for me doctor?” Jimin teased, forcing your jaw towards him. A grin on his lips mirrored the mischievous glint in his eyes. You nodded pathetically.

“Yeah?” His tone raised, taunting you further as he smashed his lips back on yours. Tongue pushing through your lips as his fingers circled your clit faster. Your moans were swallowed by him—body going limp as waves of pleasure crashed down on you. Your body bucking forward, taking Jimin down with you. Twitching all over as your cunt leaked onto his hand. His rough, desperate kisses muffling your screams.

“That’s it baby, so good for me” His fingers led you through the aftershocks before dipping into your sensitive cunt. “So good and wet all for me, right?”

He pulled himself off of you, and you turned, on your knees—reaching for his cock.

“I want to suck your cock”

Jimin blinked at you incredulously.

But you were determined. You began to stroke him gently. He hissed, reaching behind you to steady himself against the back of the couch.

“You’re so desperate for me, aren’t you baby?” He leaned down to kiss you cheek. You looked up at him, eyes earnest—because you wanted him to feel so good.

You wanted to make up for all the pain you knew you were about to cause him. He deserved everything—heaven and the stars and everything beyond, you wanted him to have it all. For now, you let your lips kiss the flushed tip of his cock.

“F-fuck,” He reached for your chin, stroking your jaw tenderly. “You’re so good to me baby fuck”

“I,” You diverted your eyes with shame as heat crawled over your cheeks. “Tell me what to do”

Jimin gulped, eyes shifting as he understood your words.

“Open wide” He pushed two fingers against your lips until your mouth opened enough for him to slide them inside. “No teeth okay baby—and then just take it in as far—” He pushed his fingers down your throat. You tried your best not to gag, until finally you couldn’t help it. He pulled his fingers out, a string of saliva following. “As you can”

His thumb brushed against your bottom lip, tugging on it playfully as he cooed at you. It was the eagerness in your eyes. The fierce determination he knew you were feeling to please him.

“You’re so” He chuckled softly, “God I—” He choked on his words.

Now was hardly the time.

You beamed at him, taking his cock into your mouth little by little. His head tilted back as he cursed to himself.

You loved seeing him like this—amazed that you could make him feel like this. Motivated by his response, you began to slowly bob your head. He exhaled verbally, letting out a loud groan.

“Just like that baby, fuck—good girl” His voice was pained as if he was losing his resolve and it only fueled you to move faster. He tugged your hair, giving you a warning stare. “If you do that I’m gonna cum baby. Slow down”

You gave him a mischievous look, deciding to disobey.

“Y/n” His voice was low, demanding. He recognized you were teasing him, and as much as he wanted to fuck you—he couldn’t bring himself to stop you. His thumb swiped at the drool from the edge of your lips. A shock rippled through his body as he reached for your shoulder to keep him steady.

“Fuck. Fuck. Baby I’m—” His hips bucked, cock twitching inside your mouth as you felt his warm cum on your tongue. You let him go, swallowing his cum—and before you could even process it, he lifted you up, forcing your legs around his waist and carried you to your bedroom.

He laid you down on the covers gently, kissing the inside of your thighs, all the way up your stomach, where he showed you a little extra love, up to your breasts—he nibbled on them playfully, loving the way you’d twitch for him. His eyes stayed glued to yours. Dark and needy.

“I’m gonna need a little bit” Jimin confessed after deciding your breasts had been abused enough by his mouth. For now. He let his fingers continue to toy with them as he hovered over you. “But we should talk, hm?”

You inhaled sharply.

“Y-yeah we should”

Jimin grinned, taking a peak back into his mouth, this time letting his tongue run rampant on the plushness.

“Jimin” You hissed, grabbing his hair.

“You taste so good baby, I can’t help it” He kept on kissing your chest. Rolling onto his side, he pulled you into his embrace. Your naked bodies intertwined as his hands roamed all over you. You cradled his head against you, fingers running through his silky black hair.

You whimpered, hopelessly aroused by his actions. Your pussy pulsing, wishing so badly to be stuffed.

“I need you” You nudged him. “I need you so bad”

Jimin grinned, pulling away from you. He kissed you softly.

Then his eyes grew serious.

“Y/n” His tone had changed. He wasn’t teasing anymore. “If I asked you to just let it go,”

“You know I can’t” You responded. Jimin looked away. His fingers still tracing your sides.

“Yeah” He said after some time, kissing your cheek, “I know”

You gulped, cupping his face in your hands. “Can I just say that, right now, in this moment, based on every experience I’ve had in my life up to this point—I love you?”

Jimin scoffed, but he couldn’t hide the smile in his eyes.

“I just need to know”

“If there’s someone else, you mean.” Jimin gave you a pointed look. “What happens then, doctor?”

“If someone else is my soulmate, that also means someone else is yours. I can’t keep you from that”

“I know I don’t want that” Jimin gripped your hips possessively, pulling you impossibly closer. “I don’t care. I love you”

A tear rolled down your cheek. The hurt that you so blissfully ignored moments before, returning.

“I’ll meet Dr. Kim Namjoon at the conference in a few days. He can check for us, and then”

“You already know though, don’t you?” Jimin challenged. “You think we aren’t compatible”

You paused. “Well I—”

“Go ahead, doctor” Jimin smiled, a hint of despair in his gaze, “Go meet your soulmate. No one in this universe will love you the way I do, I am sure of it. So sure that I’ll take the chance of losing you forever if it means you’ll believe me one day”

He began to get emotional. You ached for him. Ached for the pain he felt in his chest. The pain you didn’t want him to feel.

Your hand rested on his chest. Feeling the beat of his heart against the tense silence.

He kissed you again. Desperately. His fingers tugging your panties aside as his now hard cock slid against your folds.

You kissed him back—even more desperately. Savoring whatever you had left with him. Losing yourself in him as though time were running out. Spreading your thighs to grant him entrance, he fucked into effortlessly. Filling you up until you felt so right—so whole. He stilled, nose tracing yours as he gazed into your eyes.

Tears threatened the edges of his pretty brown eyes.

“I don’t trust them Y/n” He whispered, the tear unleashing, “What if they brainwash you—what if seeing your soulmate resets your brain chip and—” He gasped, lip trembling.

“I won’t forget you, Jimin” You assured him with a comforting hand stroking his back.

“You don’t know that” Jimin gulped.

The true fear in his eyes hit you like a reality check. Reminding you that this man had no trust in the system, and you were asking him to take a gamble on it.

“Maybe you’re not supposed to know about the Placebo. Maybe they’ll do something to you, and me—and you’ll be in danger and I won’t know”

You kissed him sweetly. “Baby” You mumbled, knowing you’d never called him that— “Don’t think like that”

“I mean the fact that we fell in love, without the compatibility assessment, means the whole system is bullshit—doesn’t it? They could pick any two people and condition them to love one another with the chip. That’s not something they’d be okay with people knowing”

“N-not necessarily” You sighed. “Baby—move” You urged him, as if he forgot his cock was nestled deep inside of you. He hadn’t.

He gave you a tight thrust. Your lips parted, and he did it again, watching your expression intently. He held you close—you held him close. He buried his face into your neck, pushing you onto your back so he could fuck you deeper. His hips slammed against yours, deep, quick thrusts that you could feel throughout every inch of your body.

“You’re heaven” Jimin gasped, kissing your cheek again, “I don’t think you fucking understand what I feel for you, doctor—I swear I”

“I do, Jimin” You assured him, “I feel it” He began fucking you faster. “And I love you”

He stilled so he could kiss you again. “Say it again” He begged, “Please. Say it, mean it, please”

“I love you” You stared into his starry eyes. His fingers intertwined with yours, pushing your arms above your head as he resumed his ruthless pace. His lips pasting against yours in between your confession, “I love you Jimin—I do—So much”

He burst inside you, but he couldn’t stop. The moment was too charged, too emotionally ripe. He kept himself sheathed inside of you, cum stuffed deep. Hugging you close, he kissed you—a man addicted, and you were his vice.

You fell asleep, at some point.

You heard him whisper against your eyelids—I won’t give up, at some point.

You woke up, at some point.

He was gone.

You—

You arrived at the conference. You hadn’t heard from Jimin since that night—but preparation kept you distracted. This was a huge moment for your career—and you’d worked too hard to fall short now.

Jungkook was by your side, dressed in a light grey suit—the conference badge contrasting the plain white button-down shirt that gripped his chiseled chest. Around you were folks of similar adornment—chatting with their colleagues, setting up posters and grabbing coffee.  

“Good—you made it” Your boss, Jung Hoseok, who you loathed approached the both of you. “Is everything set up for my talk later?”

You exchanged an irritated look with Jungkook, who bit back a smile. “Yes, sir”

Dr. Jung hummed, pleased with your response. “Very well. Go network. This conference has the best of the best. Y/n, I know you were interested in meeting Dr. Kim, would you like me to make an introduction?”

You stiffened. Dr. Kim Namjoon. He was the most brilliant biochemist of your time. He single-handedly piloted the Soulmate initiative with the help of his neuro-engineering team. He developed the compatibility algorithm that you spent your whole life studying. Appreciating.

He was infamous. And it didn’t hurt that he was gorgeous too—you had all of his books, memoirs, magazine articles. It was safe to say you knew quite a bit about the man. And soon he’d be right in front of you. In the flesh.

“If you don’t mind” You held back your excitement, but your hand trembled, gripping onto the pamphlet that a volunteer had forced into your hold earlier. Dr. Jung nodded, motioning for you to follow him.

“I’ll come too, if that’s okay” Jungkook quipped. You made a face, but knew you had no right to take this opportunity from him either, as much as you preferred to meet him alone to discuss your dilemma.

Up the elevator, Dr. Jung led the both of you to the top floor of the hotel in which the conference was taking place. From the clear glass, you could see the city sprawled out—serene, snow beginning to melt off of the ground. More folks were out and about. Children playing in the now cleared-up parks. Spring was coming, soon.

You stepped out of the elevator, and were met with a series of guards lining the hallway. It made sense; you mused. Kim Namjoon was a high-ranked State scientist. Which meant he was a prime target for a Resistance kidnapping or attack.

Your lips wavered. A part of you was disappointed at the lack of hope you had that you’d find out you and Jimin were compatible. Your gut knew you weren’t. But you loved him, so it could be. It could be him, right?

Why did you love him, if you weren’t compatible? It was so easy to think of all the reasons—so simple in your mind, but hard to find the words. You trusted him with your life. He was attractive, kind, in a bad situation but had big dreams. Dreams to make change, and you admired that.

As you walked past the guards, Jungkook’s hand brushed against yours. You looked his way and he winked at you excitedly. “You ready?”

He whispered against your neck. Too close—maybe it hadn’t been before, but now it felt too close. Nevertheless, you smiled back at him and nodded.

It occurred to you that Jungkook might be your real soulmate.

“Namjoon!” Dr. Jung opened the double doors to the suite. You took the room in. Hardly a room—there was a whole lab set up in there. Humming with the soft whirr of state-of-the-art machinery, bright white lights everywhere. Translucent monitors display complex molecular structures and neural pathways. Simulations.

The middle of the room had a holographic interface projected a three-dimensional model of a chip. The chip. Tiny filaments extended from the chip, resembling delicate neurons connecting to an unseen network.

Your heart skipped a beat. This was paradise.

There was not a drop of chemicals in this lab. Everything was tech-based, simulation and modeling predicting chemical interactions, hormonal regulation, neural response and bodily action.

“Hey Hobi” You heard a low, smooth voice. Your clenched your fingers into your palm. Taking a deep breath, you turned the corner where Dr. Kim was sitting.

God.

He sat casually on a stool set up by a plain workstation. He was dressed in a black turtleneck, black trousers—his black hair gelled up. You’d neve seen him without a white-coat on, as that’s how he tended to appear in media pictures. Here, in front of you now, he was relaxed. He was just a person. He was a man.

His dimpled smile made your throat tighten. A smile that reached his eyes with such a genuine glimmer. He greeted Dr. Jung with a suave fistbump, exchanging some words with him before chuckling lightly, patting him on the back and swiveling his chair towards you and Jungkook.

His smile widened.

“Hey there” He nodded his head politely. Both you and Jungkook bowed slightly. “So you’re the poor kids who got looped into helping this motherfucker” Your eyes widened at his comment, but Dr. Jung simply rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah—I’ll see you downstairs. Drinks tonight? The usual?” Dr. Jung pointed at him for confirmation as he reached the door. Namjoon nodded.

“Of course Hobi, I’ll see you later” He redirected his full attention to the both of you, shutting the computer in front of him. “Please, take a seat” He motioned behind him and a small robot pushed two stools over to where you were standing.

“I’m Y/n L/n” You extended your hand to him.

“Ah yes, I’ve heard about you. You study my work, huh?” He winked, making your face rush with heat. His eyes passed over to Jungkook. “And you?”

“Jeon Jungkook, honored to be here, sir”

“Good. Good, so tell me about yourselves”

“Actually” You exhaled. “Dr. Kim, if you don’t mind—there’s a matter I’d like to discuss with you”

He raised his eyebrows. Folding his arms over his strong chest in a way that made you aware that this man worked out, he leaned back. “Oh, sure. Let’s hear it then”

You were about to speak when Jungkook interrupted.

“Y/n’s soulmate was a placebo. We’d like to run the compatibility test to find out who her real soulmate is”

Your mouth felt dry. Namjoon’s eyes flashed with interest, gaze remaining steady on you.

“How’d you figure it out?”

You looked at Jungkook.

“I uh, hacked some data” Jungkook confessed, shyly.

Namjoon let out a soft laugh.

“Well alright. As you know, any scientific RCT trial needs a control group. We use these placebos to understand the actual effect of the Soulmate algorithm’s deployment on the outcomes of interest. Procreation, individual health and wellness, etc.”

He was speaking to you. Directly to you, even though Jungkook was right by your side.

“The way the chip works is that you see someone who surpasses your compatibility threshold. There isn’t one soulmate. I suppose there could be, but we have to factor in proximity and chance for encounter. That’s why the microchip will only give the Soulmate signal once you meet someone who has also passed the cognitive-sexual threshold who surpasses your compatibility level. Another threshold, unique to each person and defined by many metrics”

It was nothing you didn’t know. Jungkook on the other hand, was fascinated.

“Wait so, both and Y/n and I were past out cognitive-sexual threshold and we saw each other all the time before she met…her placebo. I didn’t meet her compatibility threshold?”

Namjoon seemed to bit back a giggle. “Well, Jungkook? Is it? Right, it goes both ways. She didn’t meet yours either” His eyes flashed at you. You couldn’t help but notice that they were honey-brown, almost gleaming gold in the light.

Jungkook seemed to recede into himself.

“Is there a way I can check my compatibility with my placebo soulmate?” You asked, tugging at your sleeves.

“Well, I suppose” Namjoon took a second to think, “If you know where they are right now, and get to them without looking too many people in the eye” He chuckled.

Right, you mused.

“Because if you reset my chip, and I see someone else, it’ll register they’re my soulmate before I can even look Jimin in the eye” You mumbled.

“Exactly. We can do that, if you’d like. But no law says you must be romantically involved with your soulmate. Either way, your choice is still your own”

You gulped. You just had to know.

“Please, if it’s alright, can you reset my chip?” The words felt like acid leaving your mouth. Namjoon shrugged nonchalantly.

“Sure thing. Jungkook—this is a medical procedure, technically. We will need some privacy”

“Oh, right” Jungkook scrambled to his feet, rushing out the door rather quickly. Namjoon reached for a tablet set near the window and tapped a few buttons. Some robots arrived, removing the table and stools and setting up a medical bed in it’s place.

“Do you not like your placebo soulmate?” Namjoon asked, while the robots were at work.

“Actually I like him a lot.” You confessed. “But I believe so strongly in the benefits of your algorithm. So I just need to know for sure”

Namjoon squinted at you, but nodded.

“Do most placebos work out?” You blurted, covering your stomach with your crossed arms. “Is there a statistically significant difference between outcomes with truly compatible soulmates and placebo ones?”

A grin tugged at Namjoon’s lips. The robots finished setting up the medical equipment and he motioned for you to lie down.

“What do you think, Y/n?” Namjoon mused as he connected a few wires to the back of your neck. “Do you think placebos would work out the same way? Is believing someone is your true love enough to make you love them?”

You gulped. His fingers brushed against your nape as he plugged in your chip. 

Until it hit you.

“It doesn’t matter” The thoughts came to you as the words left your mouth, “It isn’t even about love. Compatibility. Or health.” Your eyes quivered as you noticed Namjoon’s grin widening.

“I-It’s about your faith in the State” You drawled, “If you believe in the State—in the Soulmate Initiative, then it’ll work. And if you don’t—”

You sat upright suddenly, feeling uneasy. Jimin’s fears echoing in the back of your mind.

“Don’t worry—you did fall in love. You clearly believe, so you have nothing to worry about.” Namjoon admired you for a moment. “You’re very smart, Miss. Y/n. It’s a shame it took us until now to meet”

Namjoon proceeded to tap a few more things on his tablet.

“Now before we do this, you should know. There is a small chance the reset will cause both you and your placebo soulmate to forget that you’ve seen each other. Not to worry, though, I can make sure that you head his way after the procedure to see if you two are compatible”

You gripped the edges of the seat with your trembling fingers.

“But don’t worry, you’ll be unharmed”

Forgetting Jimin—that’s harm. That’s fucking harm. Your mind was screaming warning.

“Wait actually I don’t—”

“Relax,” Namjoon placed a hand gently on your shoulder, pushing you back to your chair. “I’m here. I’ll tell you to go find this fella and look him straight in the eye before anyone else. You can trust me”

Strangely enough, you believed him.

“Okay”

“What’s his name?”

You hesitated. Drawing attention to Jimin’s citizen file wasn’t a smart idea given what you knew about him.

“P-park Jimin”

“Good. Now close your eyes. This might give you a brief migraine”

Jimin—

It had been pathetic. Jimin showed up at the steps of Jin’s home—the home he shared with a few other members of the resistance. It was late—he could hear the debauchery happening inside loud and clear. The familiar stench of tobacco and liquor radiated from the dim light behind the shuttered windows.

He inhaled sharply. He spent the whole day wandering. Trying to drown himself in schoolwork until even that seemed pointless. He needed a distraction. Something to ease the pain. Until he figured out how the hell he would get you back. He needed anything.

He sat down on the splintered porch steps, ignoring the fleet of giggles from what he assumed were sex workers. Staring at his palms, he recalled the sensation of your touch. His fingers curled into his palm, wishing your hand was there but instead grasping at the crisp late winter air.

“Well look here,” Jin’s familiar voice boomed from the entryway. Jimin looked back to see him, a flimsy tank top under his leather jacket which was being pulled off by a beautiful, voluptuous woman. “Ay, fuck off whore—that’s my little brother and oh,” Jin pouted, shoving the woman off of him, “He looks so sad” Jin leaned down to tug Jimin’s cheeks in a way he always used to do when Jimin was younger.

“Why you sad baby boy?” The woman cooed, “If you’d like, I can make it all better”

Jimin rolled his eyes, “No, thank you.” Redirecting his attention to Jin who slid down to sit by his side, a bottle of beer in his hand— “God, doesn’t it ever get a bit old hyung?”

Jin scoffed, “I’ve had about enough of you sitting on your high horse and judging us, Jimin. You are one of us. We’re at war. Well—” He took a sip, “We will be, soon enough, and we need you. Your brother was—”

Jimin hissed. Jin took the hint, luckily.

“Look,” His tone grew serious, “We had one of our mole’s hack into the microchip database. We were right. The kind of data they collect and the way they use it to strategically puppet aspects of our society—it’s robbing free will. Altering memories. Manipulating thought through exposure and environment. And because there’s not specific legislature that oppresses people, they play it off as the way the world works. No. They built these structures, Jimin-ah. We have proof.”

Jimin gazed up at the obscured night sky. Clouds veiled any semblance of starlight, mirroring the shadow over his thoughts.

“She isn’t even really my soulmate” Jimin chuckled bitterly. “It was a fucking placebo”

Jin stared at him for a moment, before his eyes softened with pity. “Fuck Jimin,” He handed him the bottle. Jimin took it, sipping the sour & bitter liquid. “You really like the bitch, huh?”

“Hyung” Jimin snapped. Jin simply chuckled.

“My bad, my bad. The scientist. Whatever the fuck her name is. Listen. If you want to know if your feelings are genuine or not, you need to take out your microchip. It’s the only way you’d know for sure. The fact that there is a placebo cohort for something like this is kinda fucked up. Whatever happened to ethics?” Jin scoffed. Jimin took another swig of the beer.

Should he? Should he take it out? The microchip was the physical embodiment of the state's reach into his very soul.

Jin could sense that Jimin was considering his idea.

“Honestly, it’s about damn time you did Jimin. Things are getting serious around here. We’re going to start taking real action, advocating for our cause. We want you in—we’ve always known you’re a smart kid. Good with words and all that. Hell, you’re not meant for the battlefield Jimin. You’re meant for a throne”

Jimin set the bottle down, again looking up to the skies. “I don’t want a throne. I just want to not be a fucking puppet anymore. For them, or for you guys”

“Then take what’s yours. This is what your brother wanted, Jimin. Be more involved. Take charge. Your girl didn’t give up on you—the state fucking manipulated her to give up on you. They took everything from you—it’s damn time you see that. It’s damn time you fight for what you deserve”

Fight. He was going to fight for you. He had promised you that. Promised himself that.

He reached for the back of his neck.

“Fuck the State” He mumbled, “I want this out. Let’s go”

Jin grinned ear to ear, “Fuck yeah!” He patted Jimin on the ack excitedly. “We’ve got a bot that can do it in the back, come on”

You—

“Y/n?” The soft call echoed in the sterile room. Your eyes, weighed down by the fog of unconsciousness, fluttered open. The harsh fluorescent lights above you forced a squint. A lingering scent of antiseptic filled the air, accompanied by the gentle hum of machines.

Behind you, a subtle tug and disconnect confirmed the unplugging of your chip from the machine. The cool room air kissed your skin, sending a shiver of unease through you.

“Good, your vitals are all normal. You’re doing great,” Namjoon's voice reassured. Turning, you saw his back as he typed notes on his laptop.

It came back to you: where you were. Who you were. Everything seemed to click. Your heart seemed to hurt. You couldn’t understand why.

“Do you remember Park Jimin?” Namjoon asked. You blinked in his direction.

“Who?” Your response was automatic, a clouded memory of someone fading into obscurity. The emptiness inside of you seemed to pulse.

Namjoon continued typing, his focus on the screen. “There’s a man,” he hummed, “I need you to go directly to him and look him in the eye to see if he is your soulmate or not. His file suggests he may be at the University Law Library. Try to minimize eye contact with strangers as you head there.” Namjoon turned back around.

You looked at him.

In those honey eyes. Those sweet, smiling, kind eyes.

A sharp pain in your neck burned.

They say you’ll just know.

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