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A very short story

Jimin:Y/N..

Y/N:yes,jimin🤨

Jimin:I have feelings for you.🤭🙂(shy)

Y/N:oh! I have feelings for you too.

Jimin:So,what are we?

Y/N:Feelers😏

Jimin:(shocked)😐

arte factum | pjm

After your ex-husband is found dead in his house, you’re burdened with the well-being of his latest invention, a good-looking, polite android who seems to have a peculiar interest in you.

Word count: 17k

Warnings: smut, somnophilia, obsessive behaviour, suicide, mentions of domestic and psicological abuse.

# Artifical Intelligence AU, horror, sci-fi, sub!Jimin, dom!female reader, yandere!android Jimin, vouyerism, he uses one of her panties to jerk off 😭, ma’am/Master kink, homeboy just doesn’t handle well seeing her naked, creampie, ‘unprotected’ vaginal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), nipple play, overstimulation, fingering, horny groping, he needs to chill, face-fucking him with her fingers? idk.

A/N: lots of plot, read with caution. I don’t really know what else to say. Just, hm, enjoy the filth? Sub!yanderes are probably one of my lowest fantasies 😗✌️

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Hey! Can i have vampire au with jimin please? No smut just fluffy :*

Hey ARMY, listen up! See this??? ⬇️👇 ⬇️👇 ⬇️👇 ⬇️👇 ⬇️👇 ⬇️

I made and edited this gif. In fact, I make and/or edit a lot of the gifs I use myself. You may have noticed that I use the tag #btsgif in some of my posts, even if they contain writing. That’s because I want ARMY to see all of my creations, including the gif I make as a header. Therefore, I think the tag is relevant.

In addition, not only do I want ARMY to see my gifs, I want to encourage ARMY to use them. Yep, that’s right! Feel free to steal this gif, I just ask you give me credit for the edit. After all, it’s not even my content I make/edit the gifs from, it’s obviously the property of BigHit and BTS.

However, in the future, I will be sure to be very specific in my posts, and post a disclaimer that I’m not just using the tag for clout, I’m using it so ARMY can find the gif I made and use it however they like. It’ll look something like this:

Disclaimer: This gif was made and/or edited by me, kutemouse. That is why I’ve posted this under the tag #btsgif. Feel free to use this gif however you want, just give me credit for the edit.

Hopefully this way, the 🚨tumblr police🚨 will leave my kute ass alone. Okies? Everyone happy? Good.

And with that out of the way, let’s continue on to this request. When it came in, it made me a tad apprehensive because it gave me a CHALLENGE, kutie anon. I mean, fluffy vampires? Fluffy JIMIN vampire? I’ve only written brooding, mysterious, playboy Jimin vamp in my book “Cursed,” so I had to take a couple days and really think about how I could make this work. I hope you like what came out of my brain. Much 💜 to you for challenging me in new ways, therefore improving my writing 😊

Disclaimer: Beauty and the Beast belongs to Disney, just in case 😉

Age Recommendation: 16+

Warnings: Swearz for dayz. A bit of angst. Vamp Jimin being extra. Soobin from TxT magically appears. A little bit o’ flirting.

Word Count: 2,845

Summary: You’re an artist trying to obtain a university degree. One day, you get the strangest phone call asking you for the strangest commission you’ve ever had: Come live with this rich recluse and paint his portrait all summer. What could go wrong?

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Summer Portraits (Jimin One-Shot, Fluff, Vampire) Part One

You looked up at the large house, a feeling of intimidation creeping over you. It just looked dark, even in the bright sunlight, and most, if not all, of the windows were covered. What kind of person lived here of all places? In the middle of nowhere? Seems pretty sketch.

You’d gotten the call last week. “We’ll pay you a handsome commission,” the smooth voice said. “And we’ll cover the costs of travel.”

You pressed the phone closer to your ear. “That sounds great, Mr. Choi, but… it’s still a strange request.”

The voice on the other end chuckled. “Yes, well… Mr. Park is the very definition of strange, Miss L/n.”

Mr. Choi was very clear in his proposal. You’d spend the three months of your summer with this man, living in his house, to paint a series of portraits for him. As many as you could get done in three months. You initially found the request absolutely ridiculous. Give up your entire summer? No way. You already had plans to see friends and family, and were keen to get away from the stresses that University brought. However, the request became more interesting as Mr. Choi described how you would have to sign a non-disclosure agreement and not tell anyone where you were going or what you were doing. That piqued your interest. Who was it? A celebrity? A famous CEO? An idol?

Looking at the large, foreboding mansion, you couldn’t see any of those three living here. The place reeked of old money. This estate had probably been passed down through the generations, and now someone, likely a young heir, was keen to stretch the limits of what ridiculous things their money could buy.

Sighing, you stepped onto the porch and rang the doorbell. It clanged through the house loudly and you cringed, thinking maybe you should’ve knocked. A tall guy dressed in a suit and tie cracked it open. “L/n Y/n?” he asked.

“That’s me,” you said.

He stepped out onto the porch. “I’m Choi Soobin,” he said, bowing. “Please, come inside. I’ll show you to your room.”

“Thanks.”

Soobin was much younger than you imagined. He couldn’t be more than nineteen, at the most. Yet he acted well beyond his years, more refined, more mature. It was disconcerting to say the least. Soobin picked up your bags and led the way up the curving staircase. You both went down a hall, then turned right, then down another hall before he stopped at the third door on his left. “Here we are,” he murmured, pushing it open.

Your mouth fell open. The room was large, spacious, gorgeous, and surprisingly modern. The walls were painted a soothing lavender, your favorite color, and the king-size bed was covered in a matching coverlet and pillows. There was even a couch and television, and a large bay window filled with pillows that looked out onto the grounds. A perfect reading nook. “This is your closet and bathroom,” Soobin said, opening a set of double doors. The closet was humongous and chic, with plenty room for your clothes and then some, and the bathroom looked more like a full-out spa. It was like something you’d only seen on TV.

Soobin strode over to the other side of your bedroom and opened another door. “This leads to your studio,” he said. Your mouth fell open once more as you walked through. The space was open and had so much light, you had to squint from the sudden brightness. There were shelves upon shelves of supplies, everything you’d ever need, stacks of blank canvases, and a large, wooden easel. It was like an artist’s wet dream.

“This is amazing,” you breathed.

Soobin grinned. “It is, isn’t it? Mr. Park wanted to make sure you’d have everything you need. If you run out of supplies, please let me know, I’ll order more. Feel free to make a mess. The floors are a cheap vinyl flooring only made to look like wood. We’ll rip it out and put carpet back in once you depart.”

You nodded, amazed at the way Soobin said that so casually. Not everyone could afford to re-carpet on a whim. Did your benefactor really have that much money? “Dinner’s at seven every evening,” Soobin continued. “Don’t be late, and dress in something other than jeans, please. For your other two meals, you may have them whenever you like, just give me ample time to prepare them. There’s plenty of food in the kitchen, feel free to help yourself to a snack. You may go wherever you like in the house, except the west wing. Mr. Park lives on that side and spends most of his time there, and unless you are specifically invited, I’d prefer you not disturb him.”

“S-Sounds good,” you stuttered. Who was this guy anyways, the Beast?

“Now, Mr. Park is waiting for you in his study. You’ll probably paint a few of his portraits there, is that alright? Or do you need to work in your studio?”

“I can work anywhere,” you replied.

“Perfect. Let’s go.”

Soobin led the way through the various hallways until you stopped at a set of dark wooden doors with intricate carvings in them. He knocked and pushed one open. “Jimin hyung?” he asked. “She’s here.”

A chair behind a desk turned to reveal the most handsome man you’d ever seen. Like Soobin, he was much younger than you’d imagined. His skin was pale, making his dark hair stand out in stark contrast. It was parted on the right, and his bangs hung over his left eye giving him a mischievously sultry look. He wore a bright jacket with a pattern of palm trees over a black dress shirt, dark ripped jeans, and black boots. His full, rosy lips were too perfect to be true, and his tawny eyes smoldered as they looked you over.

“Welcome!” he said brightly, holding out his hands and grinning. His eyes disappeared into cute crescent-moon slits. “I’m Park Jimin, but you can just call me Jimin. I’ve been waiting so long for this day, Y/n.”

Your mouth parted in surprise. Well, that’s not at all what you were expecting. And you were already on first-name basis…?

“Shall we get started?” he asked eagerly.

You closed your mouth and nodded. “Uh, sure. But I’ll need my supplies…?”

“Of course, of course. Come, I’ll sit in your studio for today.”

He wrapped your fingers in his and led you back down the hall to your studio, swinging your hands as you went. “What the hell?” you thought. To say Jimin was the opposite of what you were expecting was an understatement. The house screamed dark and brooding, as did his weird butler/servant person, and the mysterious circumstances under which you were brought. Yet Jimin was nothing but smiles and sunshine.

“Ah, here we are,” he said, pushing the door open to your studio. He got a stool from the corner and sat on it. You set everything up, placing a blank canvas on the easel and choosing a couple different colors of paint from the shelves. Soobin slipped through the door, hands behind his back, silently watching.

“How do you want me to pose?” Jimin asked, crossing his legs. “And smiling, not smiling?”

“Well, that depends on how you want the portrait to turn out,” you replied. “So just pose… however you want.”

“Better do not smiling,” he said. “For the first one at least. I want a range of my facial expressions, seeing as how I haven’t seen them for over thirty years now.”

“Sir,” Soobin said, a tone of warning in his voice.

Jimin waved him off. “Please, she’s signed a non-disclosure agreement. She’s fine.”

You were taken aback by the strange exchange, but shook your head, brushing it off. Whatever they were talking about didn’t concern you. You were here to do a job, get paid, and move back home without incident. Nothing more, nothing less.

You cleared your throat as you took a drawing pencil and started sketching out what you wanted to paint. What you really desired was to capture the way his hair swept over his eyes, the mischievous look he wore, and those gorgeous lips turned up in a smirk.

“You can feel free to move a little if you’re uncomfortable,” you said to Jimin who sat as rigid as a statue.

“Oh, don’t worry, dear. I can sit still for quite a long time. Years, in fact. Trust me, I’ve tried.”

“Right, years,” you muttered as you continued sketching. This guy could really exaggerate.

You found you were enjoying yourself as you continued doing what you loved. This was why you became an art major. The bright, airy light, the way your pencil slid across the canvas, the only sound being that of your breathing as you inhaled and exhaled. It was perfect.

“So, how old are you?”

You blinked in surprise. “Twenty-three, almost twenty-four.”

“I expected as much. I look twenty-four, but I’m actually nearing my two-hundredth birthday.”

You scoffed a little at Jimin’s proclamation. “What, are you some kind of immortal?” you asked.

“Actually, yes,” he answered, actually serious.

You moved out from behind the canvas to give him an incredulous look. “Oh, I see. The scary mansion, the brooding butler… I get it.”

Jimin tossed a smile at you, biting his lip as he did so. “You do? Oh, I’m glad. I’m so tired of having to hide what I am.”

You snorted and kept sketching, trying to capture that irksome smirk he was giving you. “Whatever, dude. If you wanna pretend you’re immortal or some sort of metaphor, I say go for it. I’m just here to paint and get paid.”

Jimin tilted his head. “It’s not a metaphor,” he said, a trace of hurt in his voice.

“Sure it’s not,” you muttered. You were beginning to see why your commission was so high. You were sketching Jimin’s torso now, trying to capture the lines of his toned waist and the palm trees embedded on his jacket. He certainly chose an interesting outfit for his first portrait sitting.

“I’ve seen your work online,” Jimin said, still trying to make small talk. You rolled your eyes. You kind of wished he wouldn’t. Part of the magic of painting was the silence it brought. The most sound you allowed while you worked was a bit of soft music in the background.

He continued even though you didn’t answer. “It’s very good. That’s why I chose you, you know.”

“Well, I appreciate it,” you said. “It’s hard trying to be an artist and make a living, unfortunately.”

“I understand that. I knew Da Vinci back in the day, and he always said-”

“Done,” you said loudly, interrupting him. You could flesh out the colors with paint later. Right now, all you wanted to do was get away from this insanity.

“Already?” Jimin said, pouting.

“Yes. I mean, it’s not all finished of course. I can do the rest later. I just need to take a photo real quick.”

Jimin chuckled. “You can try.”

Rolling your eyes, you pulled out your phone and aimed your camera at him still posing on the stool. “Alright, I’ll get-”

You stopped short as your finger hovered over the screen. There was the stool placed in front of the window, but Jimin was missing from it. “The hell…?” you muttered. You closed your camera app and reopened it.

Once again, there was the window, the stool, the floor, everything in the background that was supposed to be there… but no Jimin. “You see, Y/n,” Jimin said, standing up and walking slowly towards you. “That’s precisely why I brought you here. As a vampire, I don’t show up in photos, or even in mirrors. I haven’t seen what my face looks like in nearly thirty years. That was the last time I had my portrait done.”

You backed away from him until your back hit some shelves behind you. Jimin reached out and tenderly wrapped a strand of your hair between his fingers. “Don’t be afraid,” he murmured, his eyes hooded and dark.

You, however, were fucking terrified. In all your years of artwork, you’ve obviously never, ever encountered someone, no, something, like Park Jimin. “Wh-What the fuck are you?” you stuttered.

Jimin sighed, grasping the shelf behind you. “I told you, Y/n, I’m a vampire.”

“N-No, that’s not possible, they don’t exis-”

“Exist? Am I not proof to the contrary?”

“Please,” you whispered, a tear leaking out of the corner of your eye.

“Shhhhh,” Jimin said. He stroked your cheek, wiping the tear away, and you shut your eyes, tensing up at his touch. “I’m not going to hurt you. That’s not why you’re here.”

“And will I be allowed to leave when I’m done?”

Jimin frowned. “Of course. Y/n, I think you misunderstand my intentions. I don’t want to drink your blood or keep you prisoner or anything. Besides, even if you did go home and tell people, who would believe you?”

You considered his words. What he said was true. Even your closest friends and family members would think you were crazy. That thought, however, didn’t help you feel any less frightened.

What did ease your feelings was the tender gaze Jimin was giving you. He didn’t look like he intended to hurt you, although his close proximity was making you uncomfortable. You stepped out of his grasp and held up your hands. “I just… I need a moment,” you said.

“Of course.”

Soobin bowed as you exited the room and ran down the hall, holding a hand over your mouth to keep the screams from coming out. Was it possible? Was every nightmare you had, every scary story, real? You stopped once you reached the top of the stairs, bending over and panting.

You sat on the stairs and curled your knees up to your chest. What the hell were you thinking? You should just run out the door and never look back. Still, something was stopping you. Maybe it was sheer curiosity, or maybe it was how you couldn’t get the way he looked at you out of your brain. Either way, it couldn’t lead to anything but disaster.

“If you want to leave, you may,” a voice said. You looked up to see Jimin walking towards you.

“I’ll think about it,” you muttered, turning away from him.

“Please don’t hate me,” he begged, reaching out. You shied away from him, and he withdrew his hand, closing it into a fist. “Once people find out what I am, they just stereotype and assume. All I want, all I’ve ever wanted, is for someone to accept me.”

You let out a shaky breath and finally looked at him, into those smoldering tawny eyes. “I’ll stay and paint your portraits… but on my terms. Don’t touch me, don’t come near me, and I need some guarantee of protection.”

Jimin thought for a moment, pressing a finger to his chin, before pulling something out of his pocket. It was a small velvet bag that clinked as he brought it out. “Here.” He grabbed your hand and turned it so your palm was upright. He dumped what was in the bag in your hand.

You stared incredulously at the coins in your hand. “The hell is this?”

“Protection,” Jimin replied seriously, his eyes wide as they looked at you. “Silver. It burns me.”

Your mouth dropped open before you laughed out loud, completely overwhelmed by the entirety of the situation. The corners of Jimin’s mouth went up, but he looked mostly confused as he watched you laugh, arms folded over your stomach. You laughed until you cried, wiping your tears away and sniffing once your giggles had subsided.

“Are you done?” he asked pointedly.

“Yes,” you muttered, realizing how unhinged you looked. “Thank you for the coins.”

Jimin rolled his eyes and slung an arm over your shoulders. “Now, come on. You’ve got a painting to finish.”

Somehow, you found yourself not minding his touch very much, if at all. He didn’t seem so scary, even if he was a monster straight out of the movies. “Is Soobin a vampire too?” you asked suddenly as you walked back to your studio.

Jimin hummed in response, nodding. “I’ll need more coins then,” you joked.

“Oh, don’t worry. He’s on the bag diet, just like me.”

“Bag diet?”

“Yeah, you know, blood bags? We steal them from hospitals and such.”

You furrowed your brow. “That’s not cool, Jimin.”

He sighed. “I know… but it’s better than the alternative, right?”

You had to agree with that. Both of you reached your studio, and Jimin sat back on the stool as you started to paint. Soobin brought you a sandwich as the afternoon turned into evening and you started to lose light. For obvious reasons, neither he nor Jimin ate.

It was disconcerting, for sure, being stuck in a large mansion with two vampires, but one thing was for certain: this summer would be the most interesting one you’d ever have.

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As I said above, I hope you like this, kutie anon! Also, yes, I made a Part Two in which Y/n reflects back on the summer she had with Jimin and there is def more fluffy romance in that. Much 💜, as Taehyung would say, I purple you!

arte factum | pjm

After your ex-husband is found dead in his house, you’re burdened with the well-being of his latest invention, a good-looking, polite android who seems to have a peculiar interest in you.

Word count: 17k

Warnings: smut, somnophilia, obsessive behaviour, suicide, mentions of domestic and psicological abuse.

# Artifical Intelligence AU, horror, sci-fi, sub!Jimin, dom!female reader, yandere!android Jimin, vouyerism, he uses one of her panties to jerk off 😭, ma’am/Master kink, homeboy just doesn’t handle well seeing her naked, creampie, ‘unprotected’ vaginal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), nipple play, overstimulation, fingering, horny groping, he needs to chill, face-fucking him with her fingers? idk.

A/N: lots of plot, read with caution. I don’t really know what else to say. Just, hm, enjoy the filth? Sub!yanderes are probably one of my lowest fantasies 😗✌️

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My cat neighbour | pjm

Fair enough. Weirder things had already happened to you, like that time you swore to have seen a shadow vanish in the corner of your room. Odd? Indeed. Impossible? Not quite. Buzzfeed? Unsolved. However, the fact that the cat you had seen settling down near your flat was actually a human—a hybrid, as he had stated—was certainly a bit too much.

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Word count: 6k

Warnings: well if you’re not into hybrid smut (although i can grant you that all genitals and erotic zones addressed in this story are 100% human) then you probably shouldn’t read this. Anyways, this is a mess, i don’t even know what is this supposed to mean. Ended up being kinkier than i expected. Don’t look too deeply into it. Please. My therapist will be really disappointed if she ever finds out.

Also: some doctor who-shaming. Sorry, i hate cheesy sci-fi.

# cat hybrid!jimin, dom!reader, animal rut as a poor excuse to indulge in my kinks, dry humping, overstimulation, masturbation, nipple play, lactation kink, praise kink, Jimin really hasn’t grasped the concept of ‘non-pregnant women’s breasts don’t produce milk’, impregnation kink, vaginal sex, ‘mommy’ and ‘kitten’ as part of my big fat kink, of course.

After all those years, you were decided to put your life together and stop being a nuisance for society. No more partying until the next afternoon, no more sleeping around and not stepping on your apartment for days. You’d become the best, most responsible version of yourself from now on.

Why, people might ask you? Well, the reason was a pretty ball of blonde fluffy fur you had bumped into a few days ago.

You two had first met the day you caught him sneaking through the window into your kitchen, having probably smelled your delicious food from the street. As everyone in the neighbourhood knew, the colony cats used to gather at the end of the backstreet to share the food they found, so you assumed that was the reason why the cute kitten had shown up in your kitchen.

You fed him some turkey and fresh water, and he ate and drank plenty. The little cat didn’t look too dirty, nor too famished. It’d probably been abandoned by its owner not so long ago, and the thought made your heart ache.

“Do you mind if I pet you, kitten?” The cat meowed, looking at you with its big, black eyes, and rubbed its head against your hand. “Oh! You’re a smart little guy, aren’t you?”

However, the cat ran away shortly after, and you rushed to dress up for work, the hangover from last day still lingering.

The next time you saw it, it was raining cats and dogs, no pun intended, so you invited it in, towelled it dry, and fed it the leftovers of your dinner. It was dark and cold outside, so you also pitied it and allowed him to sleep with you on your bed. Its purring sang you to sleep.

By the time you woke up, the kitten had already disappeared from your embrace, so you got out of the bed to look for it, worrying about whether it had been caught by one of your neighbours’ evil kids to torture it. Kids nowadays were merciless, or at least so were the ones you had met around the block. Besides, your maternal instinct was less than alive.

“Kitten?” you called, leaning out of the bedroom door.

You heard a mellow meowing from the kitchen and saw it sticking out his tongue as it drank the running tap water, too engrossed in it to bother to look at you.

“Kitten! How did you turn it on?”

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Breaking Point - PJM

Summary: After months of tension, your roommate Jimin catches you grinding on his hoodie in a moment of pure desperation.

Pairing: Roommate!Jimin x Roommate!reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Unprotected sex (DO NOTTTT) Dirty talk, degradation, mutual masturbation, name calling, grinding on hoodie, oral sex (m&f receiving), perverse (both jimin and oc are perverts with pent up frustration and lust), rough sex, slight choking, tit slapping, clit rubbing. Just porn.

Word count: 2.4K+

Writer: riri🪽

Writer’s note: ahhhh idk what was i thinking when i wrote this. this is just pure filth haha. let me know in the comments how you feel about it.

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“Holy shit! W-what the fuck Y/N? Is that my hoodie?” Jimin exclaimed, looking at you in your worst state possible.

Naked. Pathetic. Grinding on his hoodie. Teasing yourself.

You gasp in surprise when you see him standing on the entrance of your room, flabbergasted.

What was he even doing here? He was supposed to go out with the boys tonight. You swore you saw him leave, and that’s how you ‘borrowed’ his hoodie from his room.

“J-jimin what are you doing here!?” You shrieked, immediately covering yourself with a blanket.

God. this was so embarrassing.

“Y/N I step out of the apartment for like one minute and by the time you sneaked into my room and steal my hoodie? Jesus! you’re such a fucking pervert.” Jimin said, eyeing you from top to bottom in your vulnerable state. You bit your lower lip, trying to avoid his gaze, but you were too horny to actually come back to your senses.

“C’mon, give me my hoodie back!” He stepped closer and grabbed his hoodie from your hand, taking a look at it. You just lowered your gaze, still unsure what to say.

“Oh my god, look at that wet spot right there. You’re washing this up, Y/N.”

“Yes, I will wash it, sorry.” You said, as you tried to stand up, but you heard him interrupting you.

“No, no, dont stand. Sit down. Sit down like a dumb fucking slut.” You were kinda surprised by his little remark but then again, you were too horny to care.

He was looking at you, his eyes like a hawk. You felt a little embarrassed, but surprisingly, not uncomfortable. Jimin clicked his tongue, taking in your vulnerable form in front of him.

“Here, you wanted this right? Take it. Show me what you were doing.”

“W-what!?” You look at him in surprise, eyes narrowing at his demand.

He wanted you to show him what?!

Was he joking?

“You heard me. Show me what you were doing with my hoodie before I walked in.”

He definitely wasn’t joking.

“Jimin, I am sorry I-”

“C’mon, show me. You were so confident earlier, sneaking into my room, and stealing my hoodie, grinding on it. But now that i am here, you’re all shy?” Jimin said, his eyes scanning you from top to bottom. Even though your body was covered in the blanket, he could very well make out in what position your body was. Legs spread, fingers playing with each other, and your nipples still hard.

“I wont do it again, I promise..” You say, barely in a whisper, earning a scoff from Jimin. You both knew in what state you were in. Wet and willing.

“C’mon now, Y/N. I have to go back to my friends. You’re really losing an opportunity to play with yourself in front of me.” Jimin said, standing up to leave.

“Wait.. don’t go…” You called out, voice barely above a whisper, holding his arm, preventing him to go.

Your actions made Jimin smirk, he got what he wanted. after all, he’d always imagined you in a state like this. He was just a man. And you, he wont lie, had an amazing body. He’d find his cock stir slightly in his pants when you’d wear your favorite pink shorts in front of him. Or when you’d wear that black spaghetti of yours, that exposed a bit of your cleavage when you’re all comfortable, watching TV.

God knows how many times he had to control himself in front of you. You were his roommate. he didn’t wanted to look like a pervert to you. But today when he caught you doing not-so-pure things with his used hoodie, he knew he wasn’t the only perverted one.

He gawks at you, his eyes full of lust, licking his lower plush lip “Oh, you want me to stay?” He chuckles and runs his fingers through his dark hair. He had THAT mischievous smile on, that made you utterly crazy. Every. Single. Time.

“Go ahead, grind on that hoodie, slut.” Jimin commanded, taking some calculative steps towards you, his eyes never leaving yours. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hoodie on his hand, with a wet spot of your juices, reminding you of your perverse.

He gently tugs at the blanket that engulfed your frame, revealing your smooth body. He gazed at your perky breasts, nipples hard. your soft abdomen, your curvy hips, and your delicious wet cunt. He mouthed the words 'Oh my god' as he saw your glistening core, his cock standing in salute.

Fuck, he had always been dying to see you like this…

You gently take his hoodie back from his hands, movements slow and delicate. You bought the cloth to your wet sex, feeling the same sensation you felt minutes before. Hell, you were so horny. Maybe it was his scent, maybe it was just Jimin.

You closed your eyes when you felt the fabric rub against your clit, making you moan unconsciously. “Mhhh Fuck..”

You start to grind on his hoodie, lewd noises unconsciously leaving your mouth.

Jimin smirked, imagining his dick wrapped against your cunt instead of his hoodie. His hand went down to his shaft, undoing his pants, pulling out his hard cock. Jimin looks up at you, his eyes filled with lust, his cock throbbing in his hand as he speak. “You’re enjoying this as much as i do, aren’t you, babygirl?”

You let out another moan in response as he starts to pump himself, looking at your slutty self fucking his hoodie shamelessly. “Mhm just like that baby, fuck yourself just like that.”

He's pretty when he masturbates like that, staring directly into your eyes as he whimpers, breathy and sweet.

Each of his little moans makes you wetter, and your body continues to tremble with need. It's so unbelievably hot how he tilts his head back, exposing the V of his jaw and his Adam's apple, bobbing each time he swallows in pleasure.

You can’t control yourself any longer, especially when jimin looks so fuckable right now, pumping his huge cock right in front of your eyes. Your hands find its way to your clit, rubbing it fast, and desperately, moaning out profanities, and Jimin lose his mind.

Grabbing your hips, Jimin yanks you closer so he can switch places with you, now kneeling in front of you. His mouth water seeing your beautiful glistening pussy, screaming to be eaten out. And so he wastes no time. A wet, hot tongue against your center. You moan at the sudden feeling, your back arching as Jimin repeats the action, the tip of his soft muscle lapping at your leaking folds until he stops at your clit, circling it with an increasing pressure that has you whining at the sensation.

"Fuck, Jimin," you moan out, hands curling into fists as you try to keep your legs as open as possible.

"You’ve been wanting this, don’t you, Y/N? Dreamt about me eating your cunt out till you cum in my tongue."

You are a mess. Your lips parted, hips squirming, back arched, getting eaten out by your roommate like you’d dreamt of.

"Arrghh f-fuckk," you stammer, relishing in the feeling of his lips brushing your swollen bud, and his nose bumping into your needy bundle of nerves. "Y-yes! fucking love it!"

He parts your legs wider, allowing him to sink deeper; his nails dig into the flesh of your thighs which has you moaning, whimpering as he makes out with your cunt. You feel your walls clench around nothing inside, your high nearing, and as your legs start to quiver, your moans becoming chipped and louder, he - suddenly removes himself completely, earning a while from you.

“I wont let you cum so easily, slut. you’ve been teasing me since forever with that slutty body of yours. Now be a good girl and suck my cock.”

Jimin gets up from the bed, and stands in front of you, his cock bobs and hangs heavy in front of your face, close enough that the tip brushes your cheek and smears precum across your face while you remain seated on the bed.

He grabs one of your hands again before he brings his girth to your mouth, your lips spreading as your tongue darts out, licking away the salty pre-cum before he comes closer, aiding you.

Not needing to be told twice, you lean forward to lap at the precum dribbling from Jimin’s slit, making him groan. His body trembles slightly as you suck him into your mouth, and it feels good to know you're not the only one affected.

The rumbling around Jimin’s cock has his throat let out low groans; his head falls back as his fingers squeeze your hand once before he lets go and buries it in your hair.

"Look at you. Such a stupid little cock slut." He groaned, watching drool leak from the corners of your mouth as he thrusted into you. Every hit of his cock against the back of your throat pushed tears into your eyes, eventually causing them to spill out onto your cheeks. "Fuck," he said through gritted teeth.

He knows he’s when he feels his cock throbbing vigorously. He grabs your hair into a fist, pulling you away from his cock, a thread of saliva and his wet slick attaching your lips and cock still.

“I want to fucking cum inside you, Y/N”

He pushed you back in the bed, so that you flat on your back, as Jimin hovers over you. You’d never seen his face this close. Jimin cradles the side of your face and slots his lips with yours for the first time.

It felt so good kissing Jimin.

He holds you gently as your lips glide together, his kiss completely opposite when it comes to oral sex. Gentle and light. He moves his lips with yours, tasting himself on your tongue and moaning into your mouth when he does. You pant against each other in between kisses, Jimin using the opportunity to bite and suck on your bottom lip until you're pushing yourself against him, seeking more.

He pulls away and gets up from the bed, discarding his hoodie off of his body, his body completely bare now. He hovers over you once again, this time groping your left tit in one hand, his thumb flicking over the sensitive nub, and rubbing your clit in the other.

"You want me to fuck you hard, don't you? You want me to fuck you like a slut, treat you like the dirty little whore that you are." He growled and roughly grabbed your thighs, pulling them apart, his cock aligned on your pussy. Youre a moaning mess, his assault on your breast and clit never stopping.

Just then you felt a sting on your left breast, making you yelp at the sensation.

“Answer me Y/N. You want me to use you good like a whore or not?” he growled.

“F-fuck Jimin y-yes please!” You whimpered, face contorted with need when not long after, you felt another slap on your other tit.

“Please what, bitch?” He asked, his hand not stopping the relentless abuse on your clit, when you feel him twist your nipple, demanding you to beg again. You could feel his rock hard cock poking your entrance.

“Please Jimin, fuck me like a needly little slut right now!” you whimpered, not caring about anything. You’ve wanted his cock for long now anyway.

Lining up, Jimin sunk his throbbing cock inside of you, the angle of the position letting him sink until he was fully inside of you, the glide was easy from how sloppy wet you were.

"I've always wanted you, you know..." he pants loudly as he continues to thrust in you. "Such a shame that you never let me have this pussy before.”

He kept one hand on your hip and another pressed into your shoulder to keep you in place as he finally let go, pounding into you with all the force he had. Every ounce of pent up lust and confusion he had for you all these months came pouring out through the fervor of his thrusting. The way you moaned his name sent chills up his spine.

The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the squelch of your pussy dripping and coating Jimin’s cock.

“You're so tight... So wet and tight around my cock. Fuck!" He growled and his thrusts became erratic as he began to slam deeper and faster into your tight hole.

"You’re... So... Fucking..” He reaches forward and grabs your throat, squeezing gently. "fucking... tight… Fuck!”

He could feel you squeeze him, and he dug his fingers Tightening on your throat.

"Do you wanna cum, baby?"

"Fuck jimin please!" you sputtered. "Please let me cum."

Jimin slapped your cheeks, feeling his own orgasm approaching as he thrusted into you in an animalistic pace. He starts to rub your clit furiously once again.

"Cum, you little whore. Cum all over my cock like a good girl." He growled, his filthy words finally making you snap.

Jimin had you screaming and writhing as he fucked you through your orgasm, Sweat was beading at his forehead and glistened across his chest and back, chasing his high. Jimin leaned down to press his body against yours as his hips continued to snap into you.

Jimin moaned against your skin as he reached his release, painting your walls for the first time. "Oh fuck," he moaned, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. Jimin collapsed on his back beside you, eyes fluttering shut as he watched stars shoot behind his eyelids. You were still panting and he felt your quivering vibrate through the mattress. Both of you, utterly spent.

“…dont you have to go..?” you finally ask him, after gaining enough energy to speak. His eyes opened up, looking at your beautiful face red, hair fucked up, makeup melted down your face, cum and sweat drenching your body from the pleasure he gave you.

“Why? you gonna steal steal another hoodie from my room after I go?” He jokes, tucking a strand of hair from your face behind your ear, watching your lips bloom a smile.

“Fuck you.” You roll your eyes.

“Already did.” Jimin smirks, pulling your body closer to his.

“And i will, in future.”

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It was all his fault, your tears streaming down your face wouldn’t have been there in the first place if he just backed off. You were fine, until he crossed the line.

—

:one year ago:

You were happy, you loved your class and the friends you had with you. Jimin was important to you, the both of you became friends on that year. You really didn’t think that you’d be friends with him, because he was popular. And that his friends we’re popular. You ended up having the best year yet so far, he always made you smile and laugh. You would spend time together talking and you would be busy ranting to him about your problems whilst he sits there listening. He loved hanging out with you. And you loved hanging out with him. It was a bond that could never be broken. Until now.

—

You never knew that Jimin had a crush on you since both of you started getting close, the point where you start inviting each other to parties are chat all night until one am in the morning. He cherished those moments, he loved doing those things with you. You didn’t find out about this crush thing until his friends started teasing you two about being a cute couple. “Hey y/n, Jimin like you a lot.” His friends would laugh after they say that, you don’t know what was so funny. You would chuckle a little every time he blushed in front of you. You got hints, you were so naive to think that he didn’t like you. Your feelings grew and grew. “Hey you know I liked him once and he was a jerk to me after I confessed to him” your friend had warned you about his past relationships and how he would be a bad boyfriend to be with. “I honestly do not know how you manage to become friends with him” she exclaimed, You replied with a smile. “Maybe he’s changed, I mean, it’s been two years ever since that problem happened” you told your best friend, “so it’s fine right?”

—

You always watched those cheesy and weird romcom dramas in Netflix. It seemed really realistic, so you followed the advice of a drama series. You tried to be distant, you didn’t want to be the one that was easy to get. So you played hard. You always denied liking Jimin whenever someone asked you about having a crush on him.

Today was the game of soccer, your best friend Tannie was close with you as well. You two were best friends since primary school. Jimin and you were walking around the the edge of the soccer pitch in order to get a good view of the game. You could see, Tannie was running to score the goal, Jimin looked excited. You kept staring st him rather than the game, he just looked so happy and it made you feel the same way by just looking at him.

Everyone screamed. We won. He looked at you and hugged you, you pushed him away. “Are you that excited?” You chuckled, he kept smiling and both of you started walking back to the entrance where the rest of the class was.

“Congrats tannie~” Jimin sang as he went over to her. You hugged Tannie and congratulated her for the win. “Well we gotta move to class now, see ya hun” you spoke to Tannie as you hugged her one more time before heading to class. Both you and Jimin were about to leave when, “hey where’s my hug tan?”. Jimin spoke to her as he reached he arms out for a hug.

It started there, they just started dating three days after. They broke up and blamed you for it. You were the reason of someone else’s break up. It was all your fault.

—-

:present year:

They were back together again, you got over them and their relationship, your happiness didn’t need to suffer because of them. You still hated then from what happened in the past, but you accepted and left.

Jimin was overseas for a holiday, you were up. 1:00 AM it read on your phone, he texted you. You two texted about his posts and what apps he used. Then all of a sudden.

“It’s hard being away half way across the world from the person you love for five weeks”

You rolled your eyes, you texted back how you were still trying to get over a boy at the moment and you didn’t want to see those love sick quotes on instagram.

burn my soul | 01

-> Pairing. Jimin x reader

-> Genre. idol!jimin, aspiring singer!reader, strangers to lovers au, hurt/comfort (yes, jimin is sad but he gets happier I promise), fluff, angst

-> Summary. Jimin feels trapped in his life, as if bound to repeat the same painful cycle everyday. He can't stand being an idol anymore and doesn't find any joy in it. That is, until a young guitarist catch his attention in the streets, sparkling in him more than one emotion he thought would never come back

-> Word count. +2,7k :0

-> I spent too much time staring at the empty word document in front of me and way much more considering wether or not this should be posted. This whole entire fic has been fuelled by this piano cover, felt like it should be said. Y/n doesn't appear in the first chapter (aka this one). She is getting ready please wait for her to arrive :)

-> the playlist

-> next chapter

[CONCERT D1]

“…Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook, BTS, Kim Namjoon…”

The sounds come in his ears almost inaudible, as if they were covered by some kind of sound-blocking headphones. He is sitting on a chair, facing a tall mirror on which he can see a man dressed up in fancy clothes staring back at him. He looks around, blinking and wondering what’s going on. Where am I ? He thought, like he has no clue where he is and what he is about to do, as if he just woke up in a new body. The feeling is weird, as if in a strange, hazy dream.

Someone walks to him and squeeze his shoulder before shaking him lightly.

“Hyung..! We need to go, don’t forget your mic !”

The mic- oh. Ohhh. The mic, yes.

Jimin suddenly comes back to his senses and shakes his head. He stands up and gives a look at the younger man who watches him with furrowed brows.

“Everything's fine ?” Jungkook asks as the staffs pushes them towards the stage “Y-yeah” Jimin quickly flashes him a bright smile “Let's go!”

All together, the 7 men that form BTS walk towards the stage, drinking their last gulp of water or releasing a long breath before climbing onto the platform. Jimin is the last one to go, his mind still wandering around ; how long did he zone out for ? He cannot think much about the answer because Taehyung gives his arm a nudge and pats the rough surface of the platform next to where he is crouching. Jimin nods and steps on it, crouching too at first and then standing up as the platform goes up.

Loud screams of fans welcome them, and his thoughts melt with the sound until they completely disappear. The music start shortly after they arrive on the stage. It’s loud, but the fan’s cheers are louder. So loud that he can still hear them through his in-ears.

Jimin gets himself drunk on their cheers, taking in every ounce of it until he is fully energised. Now completely lost in his own world, he, along with the 6 other members, gives his all to the public.

Performing his heart and soul out, as if it was the last time. Because this is what this is all about : giving your all as if you were to say goodbye after it.

***

It is only hours after the concert ended that the group can get back to the hotel, some still sweating. Much to their liking, the sophisticated and tight outfits they wore on stage have been replaced by larger and more comfortable ones.

The place is quite far from the arena they just performed in, but still closer than their actual house. The ride back there should give them enough time to sit back and relax, maybe even fall asleep.

Out of the seven of them, five actually end up sleeping, too tired to wait until they arrive to rest. Jungkook had plugged in his earphones and Jimin wonders how he can still want to listen to some music after such a night.

Only he and Namjoon remain awake. And wordless. Both lost in their thought in a place far from where their bodies are.

Jimin’s mind wanders back to what happened during the concert and how he zoned out so hard he couldn’t remember as much as who he was.

Although it was Jungkook’s specialty to zone out, it could happen to Jimin too, his thoughts getting so overwhelming the only thing he could do is hold his head to try and silence them.

Maybe tonight was one of those nights or just the fatigue from the world tour that is about to finish. but maybe it’s something else and, honestly, Jimin doesn’t really want to know what that other thing can be...

As soon as he gets to his room, Jimin throws himself onto the bed and instantly falls asleep ; even if he really wants to, taking a shower can wait until tomorrow.

[CONCERT D2] “Aright, medley starting with Blood Sweat & Tears, Jimin 3,2,1… My blood, sweat and tears…”

As indicated by the in-ears, the song starts as Jimin says its first lines, causing the crowd to scream. Usually, he loves this, all of the fan’s cheers and attention, being on stage while giving his maximum and offering the best performance he can. He thrives off of those feelings but, tonight… tonight’s a different time.

Guess if we could explain it, we would probably say that it’s because he is exhausted. I mean, after travelling all over the world and working hard everyday, who wouldn’t be ?

However, this feeling of uncertainty is still there, in the back of his mind and Jimin can’t totally escape it. Of course, when he’s on stage he tries not to let anything show but the other members who know him best can’t help but notice that something seems off.

**

After more songs and intense choreographies closely followed by the fan’s cheers and screams, it is *finally* time for a break. Almost all members rush to the changing rooms or the restrooms, quenching their thirst on the way. Only Jimin and Jungkook stay behind, both laying on the floor and trying as much as they can to catch their breath to move again. Anyone passing by could hear their whimpers.

“I- I think I- I hurt my- my arm” Jimin says with huge effort

He probably did a move too big and hurt himself while dancing… what a common yet avoidable mistake. Staff members give him more water and oxygen, one trying to massage his shoulder in an attempt to relieve the pain.

“Come on, we only have 10 minutes” Jaesung (staff member) gestures him as he offers his arm, puts Jimin back on his feet and slowly walks him towards the changing room.

Glancing back, Jimin sees Jungkook struggling to stand up. A man he cannot remember the name of is helping him and the pained expression on Jungkook's face doesn’t go unnoticed.

After what, everything goes black and Jimin's head hits the ground, everyone too caught off guard to react.

//

Jimin is only half conscious while the staff lays him back down and tries to cool down his body. He can hear the members' panicked voices as they move closer to see what’s going on. Upon understanding, Namjoon tells everyone to step back and finish changing. The concert-tour doctor is quick to come and tells the staff what to do as he analyses the situation.

Laying there, ice packs around his neck and his legs lifted up nicely by someone, Jimin feels nice. He wants to stay there and actually fall asleep but he knows everyone is counting on him : the fans, the staff, his bandmates… himself too.

Suddenly, he wants to cry. Scream at how unfair his lifestyle is. How unfair it is that he needs to act normal after fainting and how he just wants to rest when he needs to be performing on stage and give out some energy he doesn’t have anymore.

Time seems to slow when he opens his eyes and comes back to himself. His legs are put down and he is brought to a chair where we take care of him and tape his body a little bit more. Then, before he knows it, he is fully dressed and ready to climb on stage

Show must go on, he thinks with a smile as they are about to go back.

Namjoon turns around, catches his eyes and smiles reassuringly at him.

It’s okay,

Tears prickle at the corner of Jimin’s eyes and he quickly wipes them away before anyone could noticed.

it always is.

///

The concert ends in a blur of thanks, tears and smiles.

Just like that, about a year of touring and performing has ended. The last chapter of an era that is to be replaced by a new one soon.

Once out of the stage and hidden from the fan’s eyes, everyone sits down, backs on the wall, catching their breath and drinking more water. Despite the exhaustion, they all smile ; happy the concert went well, happy they did their best, happy the fans were enjoying it, just... happy.

After a very short debriefing of the concert, everyone decides it is best to go back to the hotel.

Jimin probably zones out once again, or his body goes on automatic mode, because the only memory he has after that is being in his room, absently sat on the chair as someone is knocking on his door. Expecting Jungkook or Taehyung holding a camera and filming live, he is surprised to see Yoongi standing in front of him. The smile he had plastered on hid face slightly fades.

“I see you haven’t changed yet…” the elder mumbles “Namjoon is with Tae and Kook, they’re live right now. He asked me to check up on you. How are you feeling ?”

Yoongi steps in as Jimin walks back to his bed.

“ Tired, sleepy, sad…? I don’t know. Guess I just need some sleep. - Probably a shower too" Yoongi laughs “You should go shower and eat something after that, alright ? - Y- yeah, I’ll do that. Come over with Jin after if you want. I mean, if he hasn’t planned on doing another mukbang live thing… - It’s called Eat Jin ‘you tiny idiot’" Yoongi mimics Seokjin, making both of them chuckle.

Then, he stands up and approaches Jimin.

“You got us really worried earlier. Take care of you for the next couple of days okay, be sure to rest and eat enough, okay?”

Jimin nods and Yoongi pats his shoulder lightly in order not to hurt him and walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Jimin proceeds to slowly remove his clothes while going to the bathroom. A glance at the mirror tells him there is much more tape on his back than he thought. He tries to slowly remove it but it just hurts so he gives up and walks inside the shower. The hot water instantly relaxes his muscles as he places his palms on the wall in front of him, looking down at his feet.

For a moment, only the pitter-patter of the shower disturbs the silence. Until Jimin's thoughts take him back to tonight’s behind the scenes and how he fainted. How he made everyone worry about him when he just wanted to do well. He suddenly feels like he ruined everyone’s night and quietly starts to sob.

He rests his back against the wall and lets himself slide down to the floor. Closed eyes, head against the wall, Jimin lets the warm water run across his face.

“How tired am I really, huh?” He murmurs, his words drowned by the water falling.

***

The night seemed to last only one second, almost as if you closed your eyes and it was the morning when you opened them again.

And so the next day comes without any warning. Like he didn’t sleep at all, Jimin is left with a heavy fatigue that will probably need to be hidden with some concealer and sunglasses. He feels restless as he looks around through lidded eyes.

The hotel’s bedroom is still pretty dim, the curtains blocking most of the light, and Jimin assumes it is close to noon. He wants to turn around to bury his head in the pillow but, as he moves his arms, he feels a sting in his shoulder and stops moving.

Next to him, the light of his phone catches his attention and Jimin reaches out to grab it. Another strike of pain in his left shoulder hits him and he can no longer deny that it hurts. A lot.

Few notifications show that the group chat composed of himself and his six bandmates has been quite active.

AM 10:48 | Namjoon : PDnim told me that our ride back home is at 2PM. You better pack your bags soon and be ready by 1:50

11:36 | Yoongi : please don’t forget anything in your room this time

11:36 | Jungkook : yeah I'm not lending you my earphones again, Namjoon. Last time I did, you lost them in the airplane :((

11:37 | Namjoon : I DID buy you new earphones when we arrived…

11:38 | Seokjin : yes please Joon don’t lose anything again because my patience will go missing as well!!!

Jimin smiles as he reads the the texts from his friends.

PM 12:00 | Jimin : Be sure to double check your room before leaving y’all, I’ll be ready at the car by 1:30pm

12:00 | Namjoon : are you feeling better Jimin ?

12:01 | Taehyung : did you sleep well ??

12:01 | Hoseok : want me to come over and help you pack?

12:01 | Hoseok : if your shoulder still hurts, you shouldn’t do any effort or move around too much…

12:01 | Yoongi : yes resting is important :(

Guilt overwhelms Jimin and he blames himself for making his friends worry.

12:02 | Jimin : It’s okay guys I’m fine don’t worry :,)

He puts his phone back on the nightstand before he can see anyone's answer and lays back on the bed. He has about an hour to get ready. Jimin sighs and runs a hand over his face and through his hair.

I don't want to get up, he thinks.

But he knows he has to.

As Jimin stands from the bed, he can feel his muscles stiffen and hurt. He massages his left shoulder and goes down to the arm in hope to loosen a bit the tension but quickly realises his efforts are going to waste and stops. Yesterday’s tape is slowly coming off and Jimin starts pulling on it, ripping apart thin body hair.

He walks towards the bathroom and each move causes his body to ache a bit more. I pushed myself too hard again.

Jimin holds himself onto the marble sink, the sharp pain makes it hard for him to move around properly. He takes in the bags under his eyes and his tired expression. A cold splash of water across his face will surely help reduce the puffiness of his face, he thinks. For a second, he looks at himself, studies his features and start to think about a life where his biggest problem would be to pay rent or meet a deadline. Not always appear perfect. Once again, Jimin sighs and shakes his head with an ironic smile.

Slowly, he falls back into the usual ‘get ready, go out and smile’ routine he has been following these days.

Only a few hours before he is back into their house and reunited with his dear bed he longs to sleep on.

Sadly, Jimin’s day doesn’t go as smooth as he hoped. Firstly, an horrific amount of paparazzi were waiting outside starting 1pm, making it impossible to get to the car without being harassed by their cameras. He had to wait an extra hour for all the members to come down. The car finally left at around 3pm.

Then, to his great disappointment, a last minute change was made into their schedule and the group was supposed to attend yet another tv show. Jimin’s tiredness made him very easily irritable and that change in his programs only fueled his snappiness. The host wouldn’t stop asking them question and Jimin struggled to hide his annoyance behind sweet answers and smiles, all that while hiding the fact that his arm needed to be taken care of. The hectic day only increased Jimin’s pain.

The night has long fallen when Jimin finally comes back home in The Hill. His “I'm fine” act seemed convincing enough because no one is trying to help him carry his bag back into his room. Jimin painfully drags it to his room.

However, just as he is about to arrive inside his room, he stumbles and his injured shoulder crushes against the doorframe. Nausea immediately takes over Jimin and he rushes to the bathroom before kneeling in front of the toilet and vomiting whatever was left inside his stomach. Pain can make you do wonderful things. After that, he leans against the cold wall and steady his breath. Tears slowly fall on their own. He’s thirsty and his throat is on fire, hence why Jimin stands up and walks inside his bedroom where he’s certain to find a bottle of water. He downs it in no time and doesn’t bother putting on a pajama as he takes off his clothes and lays down on the bed.

Another exhausting day comes to an end as Jimin closes his eyes and he prays for the next ones to be calmer and more relaxing.