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Healing Souls

Pair: Jimin x F Reader 

Summary: A picture of Jimin kissing a girl leaked onto the internet, making fans go crazy - and that didn’t mean you were immune to it either. You wanted to give Jimin a chance to explain, but the moment you saw him walk through the door, your frustration burst. Between moments of anger, reflection, and reconciliation, you learned exactly what it means to be in love. 

Genre: Fluff, Idolxreader, established relationship, girlfriend reader, angst 

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of suspected cheating.

WC: 1661

You didn’t know how a simple conversation could turn so deadly. While you preferred a straight-front confrontation, Jimin preferred to ease it in. And it was over dinner that the argument sparked fire between the both of you. The room was charged with tension as the both of you stood at opposite ends of the room, voices raised in a much-heated argument. Anger and frustration swirled around you, sending you into a spiral and clouding your judgement. 

Stubborn as mules, the both of you refused to give in - each party believing that they were right for every reason possible. Logical you knew to let it go for now, take a breath, cool down, and then come back and talk. But you were angry and Jimin wasn’t making it any better. 

“I can’t believe you’re being so unreasonable!” Jimin’s voice was laced with frustration, his hands pulling at the roots of his hair, and brows furrowed in anger. 

“And you aren’t even trying to understand it from my perspective!” You shot back, voice quivering with hurt. 

As the argument escalated, the both of you shot back equally painful and harsh words. The weight in your chest turned heavier and heavier, like lead in your stomach. This wasn’t the Jimin you knew - the making understanding person that has always been there for you. This Jimin didn’t care for how deep and sharp his words turned as he shouted back at you. However, in the heat of the moment, your emotions took over and all rationality seemed to slip away. 

“I would never - I didn’t even sleep with her!” Jimin shouted. “It’s just a picture for god sake! Grow up, Y/N!” 

He gave you an exasperated sigh, turning to leave the living room. Your anger reached its boiling point. If this was a cartoon show, your face would have turned red and fumes would have come out of your ears. 

“Grow up?” You shot back. “Grow up? Jimin, you grow up! What makes you think that you can throw around the relationship like it’s soccer?” 

Jimin turned back around, fury burning in his eyes. “You know what? Maybe I did sleep with her! So what? So what if I slept with her? She sure is better than you!” 

The sentence sent spikes of hurt directly to your heart. At that moment, the tears started forming as you stayed silent and stared at your boyfriend. You never pegged him for being so mean. The adrenaline and emotions were still on high, causing you to feel more emotional. 

The silence that followed was deafening and you found yourself grabbing your keys, softly closing the main door behind you. No matter how angry, you were the one who brought this topic up. While you had the right to know what was going on, admittedly, you could’ve done better at your phrasing of words as well. 

But as you walked down the street, your heart was still pounding and your thoughts in turmoil. You were hurt by what Jimin had said. Half of you know that he probably did not mean it but the other half of you was in pain at the thought that he truly - truly - cheated on you. You walked in circles at the nearby park until the sky slowly darkened. 

You didn’t want to go home yet, deciding to get yourself an ice cream cone on the way instead. It wasn’t until you were walking home, one hand tucked in the puffer jacket you stanched from the ottoman and the other holding the sweet treat, that you realised the magnitude of the situation - the bond between you and Jimin, sitting dormant for three years, had been strained. The both of you were so welled up in being the perfect match for each other that you forget the imperfections of each other as well. 

You knew that there was no running away from this situation - one way or the other, the both of you would have to face each other and have a talk. So with a determined sigh, you finished your cone and took lift up. You quickly typed in the passcode, shrugging off your coat and shoes, placing your keys in the dish Jimin made with the boys just last summer. You had thought it was too cute to be sitting in the cabinets, so you had taken it out to be used as a dish for the keys. 

You heard before you saw Jimin walking up to you, eyes red-rimmed and tired - a reflection of the emotional turmoil the both of you are going through. 

“Can… Can we talk?” You asked meekly, voice filled with vulnerability as you trained your eyes on the floor, missing the flash of pain as Jimin stared at you. 

Jimin hesitated before saying, “Yeah, let’s… let’s head over to the sofa. Or would you prefer somewhere else?”

You shook your head and the both of you walked together. The room felt heavy with the weight of the unspoken words. 

It was silent as the both of you stared at each other until Jimin broke it. “I’m sorry for what I said. I swear I didn’t cheat. I swear… I swear nothing like that happened. It was - it was just in the heat of the moment… that I said that.” Jimin’s voice and actions grew frantic as if trying to prove his point. “I swear - Y/N, I swear I didn’t - I wouldn’t -”

You took a leap of faith and stepped forward, encasing him in your arms. You gently pushed his head into the crook of your neck as he sobbed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I swear - I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it. I promise I didn’t! It’s not true!” Jimin wailed.

Your heart ached to see your boyfriend in such a miserable state. In the three years you were together, the both of you never had an argument this bad and you have never seen this side of him. 

Vulnerable and sobbing in your arms. 

You caressed his hair, soothing him. “It’s fine, Jimin. I know you didn’t mean it. I’m sorry too. I accused you without giving you a chance to explain the situation.” 

Jimin continued crying on your shoulder and you were starting to feel the ache from holding most of his body weight while standing. Slowly, you moved over to the sofa, setting the both of you down comfortably. Jimin’s hands immediately tightened as you moved away from him. 

“Please don’t go. Please don’t leave me… Please! I’ll do anything to prove to you I didn’t. I swear I didn’t!”

You brought your hands up to the hysterical man, cupping his puffy cheeks between them. “I’m not leaving. I’m not leaving. I’m just gonna grab some tissue, okay?”

Jimin shook his head. “No… Pleaseee…” 

You sighed and sat back down, allowing the oversized baby to cuddle deeper into the couch, dragging you along. You turned to face him, bringing your sleeves over your palms to wipe away his tears. “I’m sorry I said those words too. I’m sorry I hurt you.”

Jimin’s head didn’t leave your shoulder as he continued to nuzzle at your throat with a few occasional sniffles.  

“I’m sorry too. Shouldn’t have been so defensive.” His voice was muffled.

You shook your head. “You had every right to. It was my fault for bringing it up like that and accusing you.” You sighed. “Jimin…” 

He hummed.

“Jimin, our relationship -”

“No, No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” He clinged onto you. 

“Not that Jimin.” Your boyfriend had a way of overthinking the best situations into the worst so you could only imagine what he is thinking of now. “Jimin, I think we need to communicate more. We have been trying to be the best for each other but we forget that loving the other is loving them as a whole.”

“We keep so much from each other, not wanting the other to see the ‘bad sides’. But Jimin, I love you for you. And I know I can be tough to keep up with, I’m sorry.”

You hanged your head. 

Now, it was Jimin’s turn to bring your face to his, lips pressed against yours. “I love you, wholly, Y/N. I’m sorry if I don’t show that enough. And I think you’re right, we need to work on our communication. It’s absolutely broken on completely different wavelengths.”

You giggled at his choice of words. 

“Yeah… We should’ve been on the same ‘wavelength’ the moment you told me you’d adopt a dog for me if it made me less lonely at home.”  

“Aish! Forget that already would you! Why do you always remember these cheesy stuff I told you!” Jimin whined at you. 

The both of you sat together, cuddled up on the sofa, soaking in the presence of the other. 

“Our bond means so much to me. I don’t want one fight to define us.” You truthfully told Jimin as he held you closer, agreeing with your statement. 

“We’ll come out stronger.” He promised. 

As the night deepened and the both of you got hungry, Jimin made you cup noodles, stealing some of yours after he finished his share. Starting a chopsticks fight, you very obviously lost, guard slipping every time he tickles you. At that very moment, looking into Jimin’s eyes and hearing his bright laughter beside you, you knew that this connection - this bond - was forever worth fighting for. You knew that the road ahead wasn’t going to be butterflies and flowers but you were willing to try. 

Willing to strip yourself bare and give him you. Every part of you, you would give it to him. Until the very last thing was your heart - you’d place it in his hands. And then, you have no worries that he would ever break it, holding it between you like glass. Taking his like a puzzle piece, the both of you weaved threads and loops, creating a picture future together.

Breaking Bonds | PJM | Teaser

You curled your fingertips, feeling the soft, silky sheets beneath them. Trying to view the room from your current position - lying flat on the bed with a head that feels as heavy as bricks - you were taken aback by the sheer language it screams. 

Royalty. 

From the materials beneath your body to the furniture displayed, the decorations and architecture of the room, they were all beyond your imagination. You had not stepped into such a room since the battle. As you looked around, you realised the room was not originally made to stay cold. The fireplace seemed to be covered in a layer of dust but the decorations on them were clean. 

And although you knew that this was not your room, the calming temperature felt just like home. But you had not been in a room like this for a very long time. Distantly, you heard the opening and closing of a door. Your eyes immediately shot in the direction of the sound just to find a man already standing beside the bed. 

You sink deeper into the sheets, holding in your sigh as you close your eyes. 

“Oh!” Your eyes shot open to see the man right in front of you. “Oh, you’re awake! Oh, finally! Wait - wait - let me call the physicians!”

The physicians fussed you back to bed and ran a thorough check of you, reporting back to the prince whenever they found something. Whether it was something healing or something that needs healing. Over the next few weeks, you realise how persistent and petty the prince can get. 

“I will lay the world down on your feet for you, please. Do not leave me.”

“My world is not one you can provide.” No, he couldn't. Your home was something of the past and now...

My world is you. 

And it is not something you can hope for.

Breaking Bonds | PJM | Chapter 1

Pair: Fae Jimin x Nymph reader 

Summary: Stripped from your own birthright, you suffer at the hands of your people. But after all, you couldn’t blame them. Having enough, you left in the middle of the snowy days but things didn’t go as you planned. Jimin, pulled by an unspeakable force, ventures out into the blizzard to find a body face-first on the ground. Your love and connection is forbidden - looked down upon. But the both of you are willing to try. However, where there are dreams there are prices to pay. How will the both of you push through? Can the both of you do it?

Genre: Strangers to lovers, fantasy au, Jimin is the CROWN PRINCE (I mean-), angst, kidnapping, smut

WC: 2932

The history of the fae and nymphs - elements that used to live together harmoniously. Like the primary and secondary elements of life and magic, the love between faes and nymphs was sacred - so sacred that only royals had the right to arrange a marriage between their children. 

But hundreds of centuries later, amongst the roots of enmity that were fueled by old grudges and misunderstandings, blew out of proportion and affected many citizens. 

The dark history between them that started was marked by blood in the ledger books. The first is The Great Rift. The conflicts between faes and nymphs are often referred to in this phrase as the powerful fae kingdom taking lands that were traditionally inhabited by the nymphs. Territorial dispute ignited much hostility and opposition. This therefore caused the lack of resources. Both mystical beings relied on the same natural elements to thrive from the magical essence in their forests. 

And within these battles of dominance grew something more than just territory but also magical supremacy. Each mystical being possesses its own unique and elemental powers. As the war grew to a larger scale, betrayals were not able to be prevented. A web of alliances and betrayals intermingle with the supernatural races while leading to mutual distrust. 

The history was marred by not one, not two, but five different wars at different times. Both sides inflicted much suffering on the other. The wars led to untold loss with neither willing to yield. The main lasting repercussions come in, especially in the revised laws that were enacted to prevent any form of interaction or alliance between fae and nymph. Love between individuals of two races was seen as a dangerous threat to the stability of their respective societies.

The history was written in blood and the older generation of both races have a hard time letting go of their prejudices. 

And here lies the snowstorm. 

In the middle of the forest, where the snow blasts down like little chilling knives slicing through your skin and a good three feet of snow -

Your kind were the ice nymphs, once the royal family, now stripped of your title and an outcast amongst your kind. Where the fae folk thrived, you ventured - away from the place you once called home, now a barren room barely the size of a storage room. The scars of the Cold War between the nymphs still lingered, leaving the kingdom in the easy grip of the Lyrin fae.

You kind - the ice nymphs - were rare to come about, each one of your veins flows with the power of winter. In the lores, your kind was told to have a beauty that was like a fragile kind of enchantment, with hair as pale as frost, and skin as delicate as the first snowfall. 

There were only a few times that you have looked in the mirror - countable with five fingers. After your family was stripped of their title, with you accordingly, life was never the same. Your people, with no place to go, lost trust and justice in you. 

Desperation drove her journey as she yearned to escape the dark shadow of your people’s fall that hung over her head like a knife over the bed. Even with the ice in your veins, that winter night, when the biting frost finally embraced you and hunger gnawed at your core, your strength failed. You had pushed yourself as far as you could but as the sun dipped below the horizon, your body could no longer hold you up, giving in to your exhaustion and malnutrition. 

Lying beneath the icy canopy, you were a fragile, half-dead being that is an easy hunt for food for predators living around the area. Your eyes swerved back, trying to calculate how far you might have to go back for shelter. But you didn’t know. 

You had walked without a direction, lost in the depths of the Lyrin forest. Frostbites numbed your limbs and your brain was moving slower from the exhuation. But there it was, amidst the unforgiving cold and darkness, you sensed a presence stirring. 

Your hazed hearing registered the crunch of footsteps in the snow as your blurry vision sent your brain to somebody standing next to you. Your eyes roll around until you have a clearer picture of who it is. A man with dark hair, brown eyes, and plush lips, dressed in regal attire with a crest of the fae kingdom. Lyrin was one of the biggest fae kingdoms and everybody knows their crests. After all, it was them who led the battles many years ago. It was them that inflicted the harm and loss on your people. It was them that had killed the ruling family back then. 

Your family. 

But he wasn’t the one who took the action. No, he was almost as old as you were and then, the both of you were barely kids. 

Prince Jimin, they called him. 

The golden sunlight. 

The crown of Lyrin weighed heavily on his shoulders. He knew the crowning ceremony would be soon, and this winter, he wanted to let go and be just a man until he could no longer. Once he takes over the throne from his father, his duty to serve his country is solely on his shoulders. There was much to do and many things he would like to change, but even as king, these little ideas - as his father likes to call them - had to go through the council. 

And Jimin knows that the old hags would never approve of it. 

It went beyond the revised edition of the old laws. 

To reconcile with the nymphs. 

Jiminhad ventured into the forest today, going around with no direction, guided purely by an inexplicable force. The kingdom, although a realm of enchantment, was deeply tainted by the darkness of its past. If all was silent enough, one could still hear the shrieks and cries of the souls. The darkness had bred a strong sense of hatred and fear between faes and nymphs. Their mating was now an old tale of forbidden love - a story buried deep in history. 

As he ventured further into the woods, he stumbled upon the nymph, your frail form half-buried in the snow. Your beauty, even in your weak state, took the breath right out of his lungs. He recognized you as a nymph with your small frame and pale, white hair. But it wasn’t completely white. It shone like the silvers of the moonlight when light reflected off it. 

But it was when he moved to pick you up that he saw your family’s sigil, now faded from royal to common, that told him - you were no ordinary nymph. As his arms went under the ice, you stirred slightly at the movement. As you opened her eyes, he was completely taken aback by the sheer blue shade of your pupils. 

Even with one foot into the Underworld, you looked ethereal to him. Jimin was snapped out of his daze when your frostbitten lips whispered a plea for help. In that moment, all history and hatred were forgotten. With fae swiftness, he scooped your fragile state - lighter than air - into his arms and covered you with his coat. 

Determined to save her, he summoned a warm breeze that melted the frost from your body and sealed you in a cocoon of warmth. Jimin only dared to start running faster to his horse when colour slowly came back to your lips. Ensuring that you were safely tucked in his arms, Jimin ran back to the castle, fighting against death who wanted to take the girl in his arms. 

As days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. The little nymph’s life continued to hang in the balance and Jimin was a mess. He made every doctor attend to you, pacing around the bedroom day and night. He had caused an uproar in the kingdom when they found out that their crown prince had brought back a nymph - even more than this one that was from the late royal family - and was nursing her back to health. 

His father had threatened to strip him of his title if he did not abandon you. But he could not do it. So it started the feud between father and son, neither backing down. Jimin understood that his late grandfather and his father had a feud among the nymphs, had been the ones who executed them and had been the ones to fight at the front lines. They were the ones who brought Lyrin to what it is today - expanded. But as Jimin studied the history of both parties, he felt a certain connection to the nymphs. 

He did not want to be a ruler where their mystical counterparts would be afraid of them. He did not want to be a ruler like his father - ruling by fear from an iron fist. 

While doctors attended to you, Jimin watched them with sharp eyes, ensuring that none of the doctors would slip anything into your bloodstream. When nothing helped and your state was only getting worse, Jimin grew more and more anxious. He had sifted through books and hunted down the Old Scripts.

He learned that your name was L/N Y/N, the youngest of the last ruling family. Your father had been killed in the war, your mother led you and your siblings to safety but soon after passed due to the broken mate bond. Your siblings were either caught by his father’s cavalry or died of starvation, leaving only you. Your records were still in the kingdom, seemingly down till two days before he met you. That means that you were active in your own kingdom, at your people’s mercy until you left.

He looked back at where you lay still on the bed. 

And if he didn’t find you, you would have probably been dead by now. 

You woke up to the warmth and luxury of a place you had only dreamed of. Your body was still weak and you didn’t know what happened after passing out. Slowly rising to consciousness, you found yourself in a room of blue and white, drapes swinging in the wind. But you registered that the windows weren’t open and the room was cold like… ice?

Winter may be the season but no room was made to stay cold unless the elements of the magicians’ are meant to stay cold. 

Like you.

You curled your fingertips, feeling the soft, silky sheets beneath them. Trying to view the room from your current position - lying flat on the bed with a head that feels as heavy as bricks - you were taken aback by the sheer language it screams. 

Royalty. 

From the materials beneath your body to the furniture displayed, the decorations and architecture of the room, they were all beyond your imagination. You had not stepped into such a room since the battle. As you looked around, you realised the room was not originally made to stay cold. The fireplace seemed to be covered in a layer of dust but the decorations on them were clean. 

And although you knew that this was not your room, the calming temperature felt just like home. But you had not been in a room like this for a very long time. Distantly, you heard the opening and closing of a door. Your eyes immediately shot in the direction of the sound just to find a man already standing beside the bed. 

You were immediately broken out of your thoughts when you realised who it was and where exactly you were. You did not need to open the windows to know - you were on enemy territory. The rulers who killed your family. The rulers who brought demise onto your people. 

But looking at the man, clad in a loose tunic and pants, dark brown hair ruffled in all directions, you couldn’t find yourself to hate him. Even as you knew that he shared the purest blood with the murderer, you knew that he… was just like you. 

A family’s misdoings do not mean a child’s downfall. 

One’s choice does not equal the choice of another. 

You sink deeper into the sheets, holding in your sigh as you close your eyes. 

“Oh!” Your eyes shot open to see the man right in front of you. “Oh, you’re awake! Oh, finally! Wait - wait - let me call the physicians!”

Your brain couldn’t register his words fast enough before you saw his body move so fast it was just a blurry shade running down the stairs. Or maybe it was just your vision that was a little crusty. Rubbing your eyes as you yawned, you got up from the bed. You wouldn’t like to overstay your stay, especially not in a place where your head was on a bounty. 

You had left your kingdom only to be stuck in another. 

Sighing, you looked down to your feet -

Your arms shot to cover your already clothed body. Wait, wait, wait - 

Your hands patted yourself down. You - 

You were changed. 

Your plan to secretly escape was a fail the moment your ears picked up the sound of multiple heavy footsteps coming towards the room. The large doors were banged open, revealing a line of physicians behind the prince. 

“There! There! I told you, she is awake!”

Squinting at the all-to-cheerful sound that the prince makes, the palm of your hands pressed against your ears. 

“Careful, Prince. The Lady just woke up, her senses will be sensitive. You must lower your volume, Prince.”

Sheepish eyes shot at you, a guilty smile lifting the corners of his lips. The physicians fussed you back to bed and ran a thorough check of you, reporting back to the prince whenever they found something. Whether it was something healing or something that needs healing. Over the next few weeks, you realise how persistent and petty the prince can get. 

He would refuse you bites of food if you were to call him by his royal title. He would refuse to help you up from bed, just standing at the corner of the bedpost when you need the restroom, always claiming, “If you aren’t going to help yourself, you don’t get to do your business.”

But you also realise how much he has gone through. As the only child, he was meant to take the throne a couple of weeks before he found you. But he had caused a huge uprising and a big fight with his father. When you were sneaking out one of the nights, Jimin found you during his nightly duties of patrol and whisked you back to the room. 

Although you had left with the intention of Jimin’s life getting back to normal, he has increased your security so that you won’t have much of a chance to run away again. 

Keyword: much. 

You still had your chances and when that came, you took it. You had everything packed and ready, but this time, you left with a note at the bedside table, paired together with a magic-infused healing charm for the man. 

Safe to say, it was a bad idea. 

You knew it was the moment you penned down your goodbyes and gave him the charm. But you didn’t have much on you to give him for thanks other than the occasional swirls of magic in his office. 

Yes, it was a horrible idea - of course it was! You were caught - again. 

This time, Jimin didn’t just leave you back in the room. He was silent the whole time after he found you. The ride back, up the stairs, and even after the both of you entered the room. You saw the note on the bed. 

Jimin’s back was to you. 

“Why - Why would you think that?”

You were taken aback by the tears that streamed down his plum cheeks that you had teasingly squished the past few weeks. Looking down at the note, you felt a pang of… sorrow.

A sorrow that wasn’t yours. It shouldn’t be. “Because it is against the laws.”

“I do not care what the laws claim!”

“I am nobody, Prince. You have a duty to serve your kingdom and its people. I am a princess, stripped of my title, belonging to the very kingdom your father and his father killed through. The very princess that they couldn’t care less before killing off my father on the battlefield.” He couldn’t be yours. He was a prince, deserving of one better than a bond that was looked down upon. 

“My ancestors can go suck their dicks.”

You pulled a face at the crude language. You knew that he would be insisting - you found out that much about him - and you prepared yourself for a situation like this. But your resolve was already crumbling. 

“Prince -”

“Stop, stop! I am yours! Please - I beg of you - stop calling me by my title.”

You sucked in a deep breath. “You are more than your titles. But you are also the light of your people. The only heir to the throne and you will not shove it away just because we are bonded. I refuse.”

“I will lay the world down on your feet for you, please. Do not leave me.” His cries hurt you more than knives and ropes splitting your skin raw. 

“My world is not one you can provide.”

My world is you. 

But you wouldn’t dare say that as you turned your back to him and walked out of the castle, following your original plan in mind.

Breaking Bonds | PJM | Chapter 2

Pair: Fae Jimin x Nymph reader 

Summary: Stripped from your own birthright, you suffer at the hands of your people. But after all, you couldn’t blame them. Having enough, you left in the middle of the snowy days but things didn’t go as you planned. Jimin, pulled by an unspeakable force, ventures out into the blizzard to find a body face-first on the ground. Your love and connection is forbidden - looked down upon. But the both of you are willing to try. However, where there are dreams there are prices to pay. How will the both of you push through? Can the both of you do it?

Genre: Strangers to lovers, fantasy au, Jimin is the CROWN PRINCE (I mean-), angst, kidnapping, smut

A/N: AHEM - 👀 that's all the warning I'll give HAHA

WC: 3774

Heartbroken was truly not the right word to use while describing Jimin’s current state. 

He went around his duties like a ghost, refusing to sleep in any other place than your room even if it was freezing cold to him, and cried himself to sleep almost every other night. 

Hurt. 

He was hurt. 

Jimin could understand why you chose to leave. After all, he read your note. He knew he understood your intentions but he tried. He had hoped that you wouldn’t. His mother was barely in the picture, preferring her group of ladies rather than staying in his quarters and having some bonding. She was almost a non-existent figure in his childhood life. It was only when he started taking up his duties during adolescence, did she appeared more. 

His father and grandfather were always too busy fighting on the battlefield and when his father finally came home, Jimin was disregarded like an old rag doll. With the King in perfect condition, the young and naive Crown Prince was no longer being held at the throat for possibly taking over the throne. 

The only parent figures he had were the maids and servants in the castle. When he was young, they would sneak some snacks for him before bedtime and they would eat together as they watched the night sky. More times than not, stories would be told then. During his adolescence, some of the councillors would give him extra help for his homework. They would teach him the laws and ways of the kingdom not by books, but by actions. 

During seasonal festivals, the servants would always pair up with an undercover guard to bring him out of the castle - even if it is just for a few hours - and let him explore what would be his when he ascends. 

Jimin is forever grateful to those who took care of him growing up, some of them barely eighteen years old. But he had always craved a different sort of intimacy. Nobody could replace the absence of his parents but as Jimin grew older, he had wished that he would find the one for him so that he could shower them with as much love and care as the servants had for him. 

But as he came of age and after so many years of mindless finding, Jimin had started to give up until he found you, lying face first in the snow. He was drawn by an unspeakable force to venture into the depths of the forest that day. He was in the middle of his afternoon duties when he looked out into the vast snow and felt it. 

Jimin had initially wanted to ignore it but it got stronger the more time passed. So he went to the stables and settled his horse, trotting the both of them in an unknown mark. He observed where he was going, of course - southeast, with little turns and ups and downs. 

Until he saw your body on the ground. 

His heart stopped. 

That day, he figured out a new type of fear - One that was bone-chilling. 

He ran back to the castle and summoned as many well-known physicians as he could. And while you were bedridden, he carefully nursed you back to health, feeding you morsels of the forest that were saved in the kitchen. He picked out the rarest fruits and collected enchanted waters from the streams up ahead to bathe you. 

The both of you had grown a lot closer in those times, conversations revealing a shared desire for peace and unity between both your kingdoms. He kept you farthest away from his parents, and while nobody in the kingdom was oblivious to you being protected in the walls of the castle, they were of your connection. 

His people knew that he always had a soft spot for nymphs - just like he has for many other things. But fearing for your life, Jimin dared not share the connection he learned - a sacred bond of both the heart and the soul. He knew that you could feel it as well, many times preferring to lay on him rather than beside him. 

But history had to dictate that nymphs and faes were eternal enemies, their alliance forbidden. 

And the unexplainable feeling that coursed through his body when you left him - left him feeling completely… shattered. 

You weren’t certain which direction you were going.

You were never good with directions.  

Even worse without a compass, you walked on foot until it turned dark. 

You knew that you had to find shelter soon or the possibility of you being eaten in the middle of the night by some rouge animal would probably be higher than whatever tree you were resting on. Turning back, you decided that the cave behind the waterfall you had found was probably the best bet. 

A loud howl spurred you on, warning you of the troubles in the woods. As carefully as you could, you ran back in the direction of the waterfall. But you were running for more than fifteen minutes and you were sure that the waterfall was not more than a seven-minute walk away. You could still hear the sounds of the rushing water before you started but now, you couldn’t hear a thing. 

Stopping in your tracks, you panted hard, hands on your knees as you fought to catch your breath. In the snowy weather of the continent, there resides the deathly ghost leopards. They hunt when the sun sets, white fur easily blending into the snow of the surroundings. They are so silent that even your pointed ears cannot hear a thing. The only time you know that you are staring at it is when you look into their green eyes, glowing in the dark. 

When you were younger, your parents would always use the story of ghost leopards eating you up if you ventured into their territory to ensure you stayed in during the night. Now you truly wished you had just stayed at the waterfall when you had first found it. Because staring into the glowing eyes was not how you wanted your life to end. 

Your head bowed down as you cowered. Ghost leopards know no bounds on magic. 

They are known as the Balancers. These specific animals and plants are almost human-like, where they are not mystical beings nor are they completely mortal. They balance out the good and evil. But they too, have their seasons. Within the caps of the snowy mountains resides one of these.

Ghost leopards hail from the same element you came from but you were from two different sides of the coin. And while some nymphs have snow leopards as their spiritual partners, the both of you did not get along. 

“I’m sorry, I’ll just… leave.” You slowly backed away, keeping your attention trained on the ground. “Please just don’t eat me.”

But life wasn’t on your side it seems. 

The leopard in front of you leapt, precisely knocking you down as a shriek exploded out of you. You fought for your life as gigantic teeth clamped down on your arm and large paws scratched at your back. You started to fade out when the clashing of swords and hushed voices was the last thing you heard.

Jimin looked out of the window in his office. He felt a sense of gut-wrenching ache to go into the depths of the forest, much similar to the feeling the day he found you. But he knew you wanted nothing to do with him and therefore, brushed it off as his overprotective and clingy feelings. 

Softly sighing, he ran his hand through his hair and closed the curtains, turning to the bed. Your scent was slowly wafting out of the room and even your pillow, being the most heavily scented item, was starting to fade. Still, Jimin snuggled into the pillow, bringing it to his nose and letting your scent calm him down. 

It wasn’t until late in the night that the night shift guards returned, causing a much louder ruckus downstairs. It was shouting and clashing that Jimin woke up to. Squinting at the grandfather clock, Jimin registered that he had only slept no more than four hours. Groaning, he flipped himself onto his stomach and tugged the quilt higher. 

But it was the prolonged yellings that finally dragged him out of bed. He had half a piece of mind to go down and reprimand them for making so much noise, so late in the night. Jimin had put together that they were probably celebrating a big catch that the night shift must have brought back from their rounds. 

Just as he was tugging on his tunic, a guard, hands bloodied and face pale barged in. Jimin was immediately awake. Perhaps he thought wrong? 

Instinctively, he grabbed his sword that he had left leaning against the wall when the guard went, “Highness, there is no need. No monster is in sight.” Jimin was confused. If there was no killing needed, why are his hands full of blood?

“You are needed at the infirmary, Your Highness.”

Jimin didn’t put down his sword and walked out of the room. The guard followed him closely behind, footsteps rushed as the both of them headed down. Jimin should have been more alert, should have better sniffed around at the man to gain some inkling of what is going on because he was not ready to have another sight of you on the hospital bed. You looked like you were bleeding from every inch of your body, blood covering your arms and hair. 

His physicians were trying their best to staunch the bleeding but Jimin could just hear it. It wouldn’t stop. The wounds were to deep. 

“Who-” Oh, he was beyond furious. He would kill anybody who hurts you and his primal urges are urging him on a hunt right now. 

“It was a ghost leopard, Your Highness.” The same guard who led him over said. “We heard screams and ran over but the leopard already had its fangs down.”

Jimin loves animals but he would truly like the skin that leopard dry. 

Taking deep breaths, Jimin pushed a few physicians aside, commanding his powers forward. Small wisps of flames licked up your arms as they went in and out of you, before sealing your wounds. Your body was tense and twitching throughout the time. Jimin could only imagine what it is like for you. He was fire and you were ice. The polar opposites. 

As Jimin stepped back, he let the physicians fret over you once again. He never thought that he would have to see you lifeless on the bed, again. The first time had broken his heart so much he refused to move from his spot, worried that you would wake up the moment he leaves and there would be nobody beside you. The maids had finally convinced him to take care if himself when his father called him over for a council meeting at the main palace. He made it back just in time before you woke up. If he had been any later, you would have probably screamed bloody murder by then or jumped out the window, forever never making an appearance. 

But the worst of it was always seeing you on the bed, lying there, unmoving. And now that he has experienced your bubbly nature, it felt even more heartbreaking. His brows pinched as if they couldn’t stand the silence between the both of you. You were always saying something, always teasing him - and although he gets irritated, he would never dare say he didn’t like it one bit. 

Jimin felt like the whole tortuous process had started once again, waiting for any sign of response from you. Luckily, this time, it took you no more than two days before surfacing. Jimin was dead asleep when you had awoken and he had no idea until you had shaken him awake. 

“Jimin… Jimin.”

His brows furrowed. Why do people never let him sleep?

“Jimin.” He felt soft hands caress down his cheeks and he puffed them, turning to snuggle deeper into the pillow. Light laughter broke him out of his sleep-deprived state. It was a laughter he hadn’t heard in a while and your rings felt like absolutely harmony on his ears. 

His eyes shot open only to stare back at your frosty blue ones. Unbelieving, he pinched himself, wincing at the pain that shot up his arm. “Ouch…”

Your hand landed on his biceps with a smack. “Why would you pinch yourself, dummy?”

“I’m truly not dreaming?” He saw your brows furrow. “Truly?”

Your smile turned sad as the light left your eyes. “I’m sorry.” You got up into a sitting potion, hands dropping into your lap as you wrung the quilt between them. 

Jimin didn’t dare to probe the thin string between the both of you, allowing you space to speak. 

“I’m sorry. I know - It’s just that you deserve better and our bond will always be looked down on. I wanted to give you a better life rather than having to constantly hide and step on eggshells around the council and your family. Your kingdom is already unhappy as it is, I did not want to create more problems.” You hang your head, bearing your neck to him. But this is not Jimin. 

Jimin does not want you to feel like it is a necessity to apologise to him. He understood your train of thought and Jimin didn’t want you to be the one making all the decisions for him. 

“I just - I thought that it would have been better for you if I left and -”

Jimin tilted your head upwards, staring deep into your eyes. “What is good for me is a decision I choose to make for myself. And I choose you. For better or for worse, through thick and thin, I choose you. I do not need you, but I want you.”

Jimin searched your eyes for any form of discomfort before asking, “Do you want this?”

Silence followed the both of you and Jimin felt his airway close up. 

It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds but it easily felt like minutes. But Jimin kept silent - gave you space to think, to feel. Until your eyes cleared up and your voice was solid when you answered, “Yes. I want this.” 

Jimin’s breath got knocked out of him for the umpteenth time in the past few days. 

“Then it is this you will get.” Jimin brought your hands together, linking your pinkies as a promise. “We will be part no longer. I will not hide you or our relationship. I am yours.”

You nodded back at him. “I am yours.”

Jimin brought his palm to your cheek and moved closer. At a hair’s breadth away, Jimin stopped. “Are you sure?” He didn’t want to put you through anything you didn’t want but he has truly waited a long time for this. 

It was within a moment that he felt your lips on his. 

It was a tangle of limbs from then on. Nobody knew where it started and where it stopped. 

The bedroom door closed and only a small opening was left on the windows to allow some form of ventilation. Silent as it was, the servants and whatever guards who were not on duty were all sleeping.

You bit your fisted palm as you threw your head back and writhed around. But it was difficult when his very touch ignited a type of fire within you, dragging pleasure through your skin. 

“Mine. You’re all mine.” Jimin whispers into the night. Your hips instinctively pushed up, grinding against his length. 

“Please, please.” You begged, feeling your senses beginning to blur. You needed him close.

Jimin let you go, unbinding his hands from yours and sat up, stripping himself of his clothes. Without any form of restrictions, you reached for him, hands gliding down his toned body. You have never seen more than what was above and it was safe to say, you were thoroughly satisfied just from staring. 

Jimin remained upright, allowing you to explore his body as he did with yours. Your taste still lingered on the edges of his lips as he licked it, savouring the remains. Your hands glided over his body - fingers, palms, and lips. He watched as you traced every outline with that shiny look in your eyes. 

You took extra notice of the spots that he was most sensitive to - constantly arching his back, neck exposed. 

Jimin felt himself weaken in pleasure as you proceeded to lie over his body and worship his aching length. At this point, half of his rational brain was denying that he had never done this before but the other half of him was passed out from the pleasure. Just the moment your mouth engulfed his length, he was done for. 

“Oh, Jimin… God -” Your moans reverberated around, causing him to grip the sheets to find some slip of control. You abandoned his length and moved down to his heavy balls, hand remaining to jerk him off. He was so wet already, pulsating in your hand. 

“Ah - Oh, Y/N, it feels so good, ah.” Jimin moaned, face scrunching up from the force of keeping himself intact. “Ah, Y/N…”

It wasn’t long since you had gone down on him but Jimin was already grasping at the sheets, pulling them off the edges as he fought for his breath. He never knew this type of hunger from you but hell - who was he to complain? 

“Y/N - Ah - Slow down, please.” Jimin’s voice was hoarse, the pace of breathing ruined. His eyes were glassy as they looked down at you, completely blown out. Your hunger was well taken but Jimin felt oversensitive. 

But the wicked gleam in your eyes that Jimin had learned to learn was not a good thing, made him gulp. His begs have the opposite effect on you and instead of giving him a break as you took him back into your mouth. You took him down as far as you could go, hitting the back of your throat as his groomed hair tickled your nose. 

“Ah - No, I -” He throbbed in your mouth. God, he was big and you could feel him pulsating. 

Jimin whimpered and threw his hand over his mouth, trying to muffle the next loud moan that threatened to escape him. He struggled to leave your wet warmth but your sharp nails had forced his hips back down onto the bed and worked him into overdrive. Throwing his head backwards onto the pillows, Jimin squeezed his eyes shut as pleasure coursed through him. He was already lying down but he felt his knees tremble and buckle, growing tense and lax at the same time in your hold. 

As he whimpers his pleas for a break as you push him into oversensitivity, you slip off his length and kiss at the hard planes of his abdomen. Its strong structure rippled under your lips as you watched Jimin fight for air.

“God, I’ll have you for breakfast every day.” You moaned, drawing patterns with your tongue over his lower abs, occasionally dipping lower. You were not too far behind your mate. Panting and gasping for air, you look up at him with love-drunk eyes. 

Jimin swallowed heavily of whatever saliva there was left in his system - which was essentially, close to none - and met your gaze. Your blown-out eyes and messy hair - everything about you, captured his attention. 

God, you looked so pretty with his cum staining the sides of your lips. 

Jimin grabs your face and pulls you up onto the bed, meeting your lips halfway with a kiss. He thought he couldn’t get any happier but oh, how wrong was he. As your tongues tangled, playing a game of push and pull, he feasted on his lingering taste on your lips. 

Carefully, he positioned you on the bed, ensuring that your arm would not be in a compromised position. And a few seconds later, the remaining of your clothes had found itself on the floor, in a pile, beside Jimin’s own set. As he kissed you passionately, his length breached your walls as he rocked his hips into you in a desperate rhythm. 

If it wasn’t that his lodgings were the farthest from the main palace, the servants and guards would have heard the both of you by now. But even so, Jimin’s kisses kept you silent for most of the time and you dared not complain. 

As the both of you lay in bed, hands playfully caressing each other, you bathed in the presence of peace. And beneath the stream of moonlight that shone into the room, Jimin curled a tendril of your frosty hair, murmuring, “Y/N, I cannot change the past but I can change the future. For us, for our future, I promise you that I will try.” He brought his lips to your head. “We will rewrite the history of our kind. Love, not hatred, that connects us once again.”

Tears filled your eyes as you snuggled deeper into his hold, “I truly hope to believe that, Jimin.”

“We will try. We will look forward, not back, and try.” For the night, Jimin brought his arms around you as if to protect you from any other sources. “What’s mine is yours, and so your burdens are no longer just yours to bear. We have each other now.”

But peace, was a distant dream - and love, came with a heavy price. The court had already long figured out the connection between you and Jimin. Outraged by the fact that their Prince would choose a bond that was forbidden - an abomination in the eyes of history. The council feared the alliance of fae and nymph, for they were the ones who urged the breaking in the first place. And now, three generations later, they see it as a threat to their power. 

Kitten: Teaser

Pairing: jimin x hybrid!reader

Genre: fluff, angst, future smut

Summary: You are a hybrid. You were abandoned on the street when a boy comes across you in a dark alley in your kitten form. Jimin was not in the best place when he found you, but taking care of you seemed to brighten up even his darkest thoughts. You are his saviour, his angel, his calico cat.

Warnings: mentioned!abuse, kidnapping, depression, hybrid!trafficking, starvation, dehydration, wounds.

Notes: Hey, so this is the edited teaser. I promised a while ago the edited chapters, and here's the beginning. I love you all and hope you have an amazing day❤❤❤

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Black.

That was the only word that could describe the feeling that this place gives me.

Pain.

Suffering.

Darkness.

Loneliness.

Hopelessness.

All could be combined into this one word.

Black.

The large chains barely hold my abused legs as my capture leaves the room. I know what will come today. Today I am going to be sold. The fact that the someone will use me as he pleases in ways I don't ever want to imagine is 100% probable. I won't even be a person as soon as they take me away from this place. At least here, I have some semblance of freedom, no matter how little. But out there, I have no control over what will happen to me. 

Like I would ever let that happen.

I pause my breath momentarily, shifting my ears to hear outside my cell. After a few moments of eerie whispers of the breeze and no signs of human life, I sigh a breath of relief. Now is my chance, and it might be the only one I get. I must find a way to escape no matter what. Before they come for me. 

I tug as hard as I can at the chains surrounded my bony ankles. The weight I have lost in the time spent here is unimaginable. I feel like a mere shell of my past self. But, right now, the fact that I have lost so much has aided in my escape. My captures neglected to think to tighten my cuffs as I slowly deteriorated. Their ignorance is to my benefit now. 

After a few minutes of rubbing my ankles raw with the metal, I finally manage to slip free of them. I quickly rub at the torn skin, trying to sooth the pain quickly before pushing it down, ignoring it so I can finally escape. I will not let any amount of physical pain stop me from escaping this hell I am about to be thrust into. 

I stand on wobbly legs for the first time in... I don't even know how long. Time doesn't seem to work here. Hours pass into days, days into weeks, until everything is just a blur. I hold the wall with my cuffed hands to keep my balance as my unsteady legs try to hold my weight after so long. The muscles of my body try to fail me from underuse, but I still won't let them fail me now. 

My head is throbbing and my vision blurry from standing upright after being sat down for so long. The blood rushes to my head and limbs at such a fast rate that I almost collapse on the spot. 

Staring down at my wrists, I wonder if I should take off the cuffs or if the pain is worth it. I only have a limited window of time before they come to get me, and I am mobile enough to escape without taking them off. But, will the inhibit my chances of escape, or slow me down once I'm out? Or, even more of a possibility, stop me from fighting if anyone does come?

The only thing keeping my sane was the singular window shedding a small bit of light into my cell. My only means of escaping this place. I decide against taking off the cuffs, I can climb out and run without it. I look up at the windowpane before pushing with all of my might. After a few moments, the creaking gets louder and the rust causes the bars to weaken. The wooden frame crashes into the alleyway with a loud bang, causing me to freeze in place. I turn my ears, listening for humans an any signs that I alerted them. 

I hear some guards mutter amongst each other, heading in the direction of my cell. My heart beat races as I quickly scamper out of the window, managing to cut myself in many places along the way. 

The small slices sting in the wind as I finish crawling out of the window. Before being able to stand up, my shirt gets caught in a screw in the window. I tug it free just in time to see the guards. Their eyes widen as the see me. Everything becomes a panicked blur as the try to unlock my cell and scream for the boss and other guards to help them. I quickly turn my back on the window to the warehouse just as they get the key in the lock. 

And for the first time in forever... I run.

Posted: 20.03.22 18:02

Kitten: 둘

Pairing: Jimin x Hybrid!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Eventual smut

Summary: You are a hybrid. You were abandoned on the street when a boy comes across you in a dark alley in your kitten form. Jimin was not in the best place when he found you, but taking care of you seemed to brighten up even his darkest thoughts. You are his saviour, his angel, his calico cat.

Warnings: none really. Pretty short, kinda a teaser/ filler chapter.

Tag List: @babyboyjiminn. If you wanna be added just let me know. 😅😊

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Jimin's POV

I stare into the alleyway, the rain blocking my vision, causing me to squint. I stay there for a solid few seconds before looking away, shaking my head at my stupidity.

I must've just been hearing things. I need to get sleep it's too late at night for this...

I'm about to walk away when I hear the noise again. 

I let out a huff of frustration before walking into the alley, not noticing that this looks like a scene from a horror movie and too tired to even care if I did. Stepping further into the darkness, I try to search for the owner of the sound. 

Right as I am about to give up I see a box shuffle to the left of me a few steps ahead. Not caring about the danger I rush towards it and peer inside. I find a small kitten, not yet wet due to the box's protection, but convulsing from the cold. 

My heart squeezes at the poor sight. The kitten looks up at me with it's piercing aqua eyes, as if begging me for help.

I look and see a dirty and torn pink collar with a bell, the name tag too ruffed up to see any identification for it. I look back up at its pleading eyes and sigh. We both know that there is no way that I am leaving it here.

I reach out my hands and pick the small kitten up, tucking it inside my coat. I stand up from my crouched position and walk back out of the alley, grabbing my bags that were left on the outskirts.

The kitten peeks its head out of the collar of my jacket, looking up at me. I smile down at it. 

"Don't worry, you're safe now. I won't let you be cold anymore." The kitten's eyes get shiny as it looks as if it is about to cry. I break at the sight of her sadness as she nuzzles into my neck as a thank you. I smile softly as a tear rolls down my cheek. 

"Don't worry, kitten. We are almost home..." I walk at a faster pace, trying to get home as soon as possible.

After what felt like an eternity later, which was most likely a mere few minutes, I barge through my hotel doors. I immediately charge for the elevator, the lobby dim due to the late time. 

Once we step in I waste no time in pressing the button that leads to the floor of my penthouse. I peer down at the kitten in my jacket. 

"You will never be alone again. I will make sure of that." I caress its small head, its fur too dirty to distinguish what color it is. 

A ding sounds, announcing our arrival. 

I quickly make haste to my door, not even noticing that I just took the elevator for the first time in years.

Posted: 19.09.18 10:00

OVER SUNSETS AND SAMGYEOPSAL

Pairing: Jimin x Reader  Genre: fluff, enlistment comfort, a bit of angst (if you squint) Wordcount: 550+

Summary: Sometimes you just have to hold on and not be scared of the waiting game. This is what Jimin wants to prove as he leaves you with the promise of a lifetime.

AN: This is my first attempt at writing a drabble/fic. I am not a professional writer. I’m sorry for any errors. I just love Park Jimin so much. :) The photos are not mine. CTTO.

The clear Busan sky is painted with muted hues of gold and amber as daylight fades. The sun has just set, leaving infinite calm and beauty that takes your breath away. As the gentle waves kiss the shores and the soft cool ocean breeze overcomes your warmth, you sit alone in the sand with thoughts of him filling your heart and mind.

You’ll never get enough of these sunsets. No matter where fate leads you, the serene beauty of it all always leaves you breathless.

Just a few weeks ago you sat in this exact same spot with him. Both cuddled by the warm sands of Haeundae, you basked in the beautiful scene of bustling Busan City.

Now here you are again, but this time he’s nowhere. As the warm slowly turns into cold, you let the memories of that day flood you. “You know It’ll only be a few years. I’ll be back here before you know it.” He mumbles as he takes your hand and peppers your knuckles with sweet gentle kisses.

“I know that. But it still doesn’t change anything. You’re still leaving.” Your voice so faint, it’s barely a whisper.

“You know I have to, right?” His brown eyes taking hold of you, not wanting to let go.

You break your gaze and stare at the sun that’s about to set, the light crimson skies blanketing the city in its radiance.  

You hear his words and you understand why he has to go. He’s enlisting in a few days and this is something both of you can’t change. All there is to do is to accept and wait. Waiting.

How such a simple word could ruin people and relationships is beyond you. You’ve seen it happen to others; you saw their struggle. But you never really expected for it to happen to you. Not this soon.

As you wallow in loneliness that looms your future, you don’t notice him make a move beside you. As you drag your eyes back to his, you’re stunned with what you see.

This guy you love with all your heart is on his knees with a ring in hand; his sweet brown eyes melting your already soft heart.

“Marry me.”  His voice sweet and longing.

Tears prickle your eyes as you try to get a hold of yourself. You’re already screaming on the inside as happiness and exhilaration wash over you.

You finally found your voice seconds later as you cupped his face in your hands; your heart beating louder than ever.

“As long as you promise to buy me Samgyeopsal from here on out.”

He crashed his lips into yours at once with a different kind of warmth that radiated from his heart. His love overflowing for the girl before his eyes and you just let him.

“I love you y/n.”

“I love you too Chim.”

The cold Busan breeze brings you back to the present.

You fiddle with the ring on your finger, still unbelieving that you are Jimin’s fiancée now. The image of him swims in your thoughts as you etch this sunset, the lifetime promise of samgyeopsal and his love for you, deep in the confines of your heart.

Your waiting starts now.

And this beautiful sunset is proof of his promise of forever.

POV: that one time you sat Jimin down to finally have “the talk” and confess your feelings, but you got nervous and started rambling. 🥲😖😩😫 (oh, he knows..😅)

It has been almost half an hour now since Jimin agreed to sit with you in this room where you, Taehyung and Jungkook have managed to lure him in, and apparently lock you both up until you can (in the words of tae) “figure your shit together.”

Jimin has had this whole cool facade going on as he sits on a chair opposite of you. But it’s slowly crumbling. He’s not going to lie.. he’s seconds from losing his shit.

Well, for starters, being locked up in a tiny room with you is something he only thought could happen in one of his wet dreams.

Jimin has had the biggest crush on you ever since that fan meeting. But you were clearly oblivious for reasons like Min. Freaking. Yoongi. So there’s that.

Jimin remembers it clearly. The day he first met you.. in that darn fan meeting.

You know, The one where Jungkook called dibs on you only to get shut down by him faster than Jin could ever finish his favorite tuna sandwich.

Jimin feels like it was only yesterday.. That damn fan meeting..

The one where you were caught simping on Yoongi the whole time.. and had never even spared him (nor Jungkook) a glance until it was his turn to sign your album.

He could only wish you could have been as excited as he had been to meet you.. but you only had eyes for yoongi.. he still remembers how you just literally kept staring at his hyung for the whole 5 minutes that Jimin had spent with you despite all his efforts to make your first interaction as memorable as he wanted to be. And that made him sad.

Now here you are. Almost a year later.

With eyes only for him.

Jimin still can’t wrap his head around this whole scenario. You’re sitting on the side of the bed, red as a beet and rambling like crazy because you’re clearly nervous.

Were you really nervous because of him? Does he make your heart race? He wishes it were the case, Because you sure make his go crazy.

You’re looking at him like how you once did with Yoongi. He’s not sure when it started happening but he won’t complain.

This is you we’re talking about. The girl of his dreams. The one he would literally give anything to have. If only you weren’t so into Yoongi.. if only he could have his way…

For a minute he lets himself get lost staring at that cute little mole you have under those sweet looking plump lips.. he wonders what they taste like- they must be sweet as honey, he thinks.

You flail your hands for the umpteenth time and your sweet rambling voice brings him back to the moment..

“Jimin.. what i’m tryin to say is.. you know.. uhh.. i just… i think.. you know,it just happened.. and i’m like, what is wrong with me?? So I asked the guys.. and.. you know..Because i was clearly not thinking straight before.. but now i am! Yeah.. i know what i feel.. now I am.. you know.. i’m sure.. don’t get me wrong.. okay??“

Wait a minute.. Is this what he thinks this is?? Are you trying to confess right now?? No way! Are you really??

Oh. My. God.

He’s about to lose his mind.

Jimin is losing his mind! He is.

He was Just about to do something about his feelings for you. He even talked to Namjoon about it the week before over drinks.

But here you are beating him to it. He meant to do it first. But this isn’t a race he tells himself.

He can’t help but let out a smile. God! why are you so cute!? You’re going to be the death of him. He knows it. He mentally slaps himself to focus on more pressing matters.

He doesn’t want to ruin this moment for you.. and for him, too. He decides he’s going to hear you out and not get ahead of himself.

But god damn! You’re being dangerously cute, he doesn’t know if he can hold it in for longer. He’s literally seconds from grabbing your cute little face and pepper it with kisses.

“Alright, okay! Yes.. so What i’m trying to say is… uh, you know.. we’ve been friends for almost a year now and i can’t believe this has happened. but Tae said that things like these are normal among friend groups.. and Jungkook said I shouldn’t let this pass.. because.. because.. uhh.. uhm.. darn it! I forgot what Jungkook said!!!” You ball your hands into fists and look at Jimin with a new found determination.

Jimin moves his hand to touch his nose in an attempt to hide the smirk that escaped him. And you still go on rambling like your life depends on it.

“Ugh!! Anyway.. uhm.. Tae said it’s cool.. and you know, like really really cool… like you know.. normal.. typical.. common.. normal— wait i already said that! No, wait.. what i mean is—”

Jimin knows.

Jimin definitely knows now.

He hopes you could find a way to just let it all out.

Because he can’t wait to accept it and just kiss you already.

“-what i really want to say is.. Jimin, i.. uh… i… “

This is it. Jimin’s eyes go wide in anticipation. He wants you to say it. He wants to hear it from your sweet lips.. that its him you like.. not yoongi.. not anybody else. Just him. And only him.

“Jimin.. i.. i think i..uhm.. ithink-i-likeyou—!!” it came out rushed but the cat is finally out of the bag.

Wide-eyed and seemingly out of oxygen, Jimin struggled to stay alive. Why does it feel like he suddenly forgot how to breathe?

He looks into you. You’re so pretty as ever, maybe even more beautiful in this light with Your blushed faced and Your eyes that went wide the moment you blurted that you like him.

He zeroes in on your pink lips and no words had to be said. He kisses you like he was hungry for your taste.

He takes your lips and devours it like only you can save him.

You kiss him back and he still can’t believe it.

You like him. The girl of his dream likes him back. This can’t be real.

You pull away for air and it brings Jimin back to his senses.

“I’ve liked you since the day i saw you.” He manages to let out in a breathless haze.

“What?..”

“I like you. I’ve liked you since the fanmeet.” he presses in for another kiss.

“What..?! You do?!”

“Yeah. You don’t believe me? Ask Jungkook.” Another kiss.

“What?.. wait.. he knows?!”

“I literally had to fight him off to get noticed by you. And i’ve never stopped since. But you only had eyes for Yoongi hyung.”

“I— I didn’t know. Jimin..”

“It’s okay.. we’re here now.. it’s all that matters.”

He takes your lips and kisses you again.. and again.. and again..

until Jungkook’s voice rumble from outside the door.

“Yahh!! It’s about time! You better believe it noona! I called dibs on you but Jiminie hyung wouldn’t budge!”

“Yah! Shut up Jungkook! You’re ruining the moment!…Hey Y/n!!! I’m talking to you.. you better treat my soulmate well or else i’ll shave your head! You hear me? I mean it!!” Taehyung threatens you and you know he means it.

You smile at Jimin’s kiss and he’s still so out of it, he thought he heard Taehyung’s voice but your lips are more important right now.

Reblogging this today because of Jimin and Jk’s enlistment. We need some comfort. 🥺

OVER SUNSETS AND SAMGYEOPSAL

Pairing: Jimin x Reader  Genre: fluff, enlistment comfort, a bit of angst (if you squint) Wordcount: 550+

Summary: Sometimes you just have to hold on and not be scared of the waiting game. This is what Jimin wants to prove as he leaves you with the promise of a lifetime.

AN: This is my first attempt at writing a drabble/fic. I am not a professional writer. I’m sorry for any errors. I just love Park Jimin so much. :) The photos are not mine. CTTO.

The clear Busan sky is painted with muted hues of gold and amber as daylight fades. The sun has just set, leaving infinite calm and beauty that takes your breath away. As the gentle waves kiss the shores and the soft cool ocean breeze overcomes your warmth, you sit alone in the sand with thoughts of him filling your heart and mind.

You’ll never get enough of these sunsets. No matter where fate leads you, the serene beauty of it all always leaves you breathless.

Just a few weeks ago you sat in this exact same spot with him. Both cuddled by the warm sands of Haeundae, you basked in the beautiful scene of bustling Busan City.

Now here you are again, but this time he’s nowhere. As the warm slowly turns into cold, you let the memories of that day flood you. “You know It’ll only be a few years. I’ll be back here before you know it.” He mumbles as he takes your hand and peppers your knuckles with sweet gentle kisses.

“I know that. But it still doesn’t change anything. You’re still leaving.” Your voice so faint, it’s barely a whisper.

“You know I have to, right?” His brown eyes taking hold of you, not wanting to let go.

You break your gaze and stare at the sun that’s about to set, the light crimson skies blanketing the city in its radiance.  

You hear his words and you understand why he has to go. He’s enlisting in a few days and this is something both of you can’t change. All there is to do is to accept and wait. Waiting.

How such a simple word could ruin people and relationships is beyond you. You’ve seen it happen to others; you saw their struggle. But you never really expected for it to happen to you. Not this soon.

As you wallow in loneliness that looms your future, you don’t notice him make a move beside you. As you drag your eyes back to his, you’re stunned with what you see.

This guy you love with all your heart is on his knees with a ring in hand; his sweet brown eyes melting your already soft heart.

“Marry me.”  His voice sweet and longing.

Tears prickle your eyes as you try to get a hold of yourself. You’re already screaming on the inside as happiness and exhilaration wash over you.

You finally found your voice seconds later as you cupped his face in your hands; your heart beating louder than ever.

“As long as you promise to buy me Samgyeopsal from here on out.”

He crashed his lips into yours at once with a different kind of warmth that radiated from his heart. His love overflowing for the girl before his eyes and you just let him.

“I love you y/n.”

“I love you too Chim.”

The cold Busan breeze brings you back to the present.

You fiddle with the ring on your finger, still unbelieving that you are Jimin’s fiancée now. The image of him swims in your thoughts as you etch this sunset, the lifetime promise of samgyeopsal and his love for you, deep in the confines of your heart.

Your waiting starts now.

And this beautiful sunset is proof of his promise of forever.

I need moaaar

Shutter & Shiver | 1

Genre/Warnings  ↦ Smut ; Camboy!Jimin ; Sub!Jimin ; Sex Toy Usage ; Voyeurism(?) ; Jimin has a Noona Kink ; College Au

Wordcount  ↦ 6.9k (jesus christ)

Summary  ↦  Every project had its muse. You had chosen to use scenery, catching people when they were off guard to get the best shots of those in their element. He had chosen himself, completely prepared for everything except you.

V/N :: this is my first reader insert fic that I’m co-writing with @kitten-dont, be sure to show some love to her as well, because idk if I would have even written this without her support and giving me the idea!! (ily kitten)

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1) send in an insecurity you have. Please try to be as specific as you are comfortable.

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Heyo guys! I got this idea for this great fic from @youarejesting so if you want to send in requests I’ll be posting small fics from your bias’ to you.

1) send in an insecurity you have. Please try to be as specific as you are comfortable.

2) tell me your bias

I did ask @youarejesting for permission to use this idea and they said yes. Definitely also check them out as they are an amazing writer and person

“Cursed” Main Preview

Disclaimer: The images from my header belong to BigHit and BTS, but I edited them together.

Age Recommendation: 18+

Warnings: Angst, alcohol consumption, light smut as in making out, BITING, sucking blood, Jimin being a vampy asshole.

Word Count: 810

Summary: Jimin has hired you as his new club’s bartender, and now he wants to see if you’re up for the job. You might be able to handle pouring and making drinks, but can you handle being the drink?

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Jimin made himself comfortable on a stool. “Let’s take a break, shall we? Pour me a drink?”

“What would you like?” I asked, knowing he was actually testing me.

He hummed, tapping a finger to his chin like he was actually thinking about it. “How about a cojinganmek?” he said.

“Please. Give me a challenge,” I said, rolling my eyes. I quickly made the drink, set a napkin down, and presented it to him.

“Very nice,” he said, smiling once more. He downed the drink easily, dabbing at his mouth with the napkin once he was done.

“Want anything else?” I asked, not being serious. He did have to drive home, after all.

Jimin leaned over the counter, putting his chin in his hand delicately, eyeing me closely with amusement dancing in his eyes. “A kiss.”

I did a double-take, nearly dropping the glass I was holding. Jimin laughed outright, standing up. He placed a hand on the bar counter and vaulted over it easily, light and graceful. I stepped back, suddenly nervous. He came close anyway, placing a hand on either side of me, effectively trapping me with my back to the bar. “That’s what I want,” he said, his voice deepening. “Is that what you want?”

I opened my mouth but no words came out. He smelled so good, and he bit down on his bottom lip, making the offer doubly enticing. I couldn’t explain how he drew me in despite all my misgivings, but he’d managed to do it. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him since our non-date, and I’d secretly hoped he’d invite me out again. Sure, I’d play hard-to-get, but at least then I’d know it was for real and not some ploy. Either way, even if he wasn’t planning on sticking around, I still wanted him. Whatever I might have with Jimin might draw me out of my bitter shell and allow me to finally move on and start dating again.

Jimin leaned in, and I couldn’t help turning my head to the side, squeezing my eyes closed. “I won’t ask again, y/n,” he breathed into my ear. “Do you want this?”

All my resolve and logic screamed at me to say no, but I threw all of that out the window with one shaky syllable. “Y-Yes.”

Jimin let out a deep chuckle, the pride of victory dripping from his voice. “I knew you would.”

He turned and kissed my cheek, leaving feathery kisses along my face until he reached my lips, fully enveloping them with his own. He agonizingly took his time, feeling my mouth with his, drawing a palm upward to rest on my cheek. Impatient, I slipped my fingers through the belt loops on his pants and snapped his hips into mine, to which he groaned and grabbed my waist with both hands, squeezing tight. Suddenly he lifted me onto the counter and shoved his tongue into my mouth, tasting me from all angles. I wrapped my hands around his neck and my legs around his waist, tugging him as close as possible. We broke apart, panting, and I gasped as he started kissing my neck, going further and further down until he reached my sweet spot where my neck and shoulder connected.

I let out a moan. This was exactly what I needed. “Jimin, oh Jimin, that feels good,” I groaned incoherently.

He growled in response. “Agreed.”

Suddenly, I felt teeth on my skin, and he lightly nipped up and down my neck which I knew would blossom into small bruises later. “Careful,” I sighed, not wanting hickeys everywhere.

He didn’t stop, though. He bit at my sweet spot, hard, and sucked. “Jimin, wait, that kind of hurts,” I murmured, putting my hands on his chest and giving a light push. He didn’t budge, merely grunting in response.

His lips came apart from my skin with a pop, and I thought he was done, but then I felt something graze my skin once more before he bit down on my neck, hard. “Ouch!” I yelped, pushing him backward. Despite my use of force, his body didn’t give way, his hands around my waist firmly keeping me in place.

“Jimin, stop! Let go!” I cried out, feeling warm liquid drip down my neck. Slurping and sucking sounds were the only thing I got in response. Was he… drinking my blood? I cried out, struggling as hard as I could to no avail. I started feeling light-headed and nauseous as he continued feeding on me, gulping down my blood as if it were the most delicious thing in the world.

My vision started going spotty, and the last thing I saw before everything went black was him pulling back, gasping. Bloody, pointed fangs protruded from his mouth, the color matching his eyes which were now a deep, cold red.

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Not-A-Date Date with Jimin

Disclaimer: The images from my header belong to BigHit and BTS, but I edited them together.

Age Recommendation: 16+

Warnings: Angsty fluff... I mean, it’s just a coffee date. Jimin’s still a vampy asshole. Swears?

Word Count: 1,627

Preview: And with that, I left you sitting speechless, your coffee not even half-gone. My stomach rumbled once more, and I clutched it, feeling the hunger roil through me like a monster all its own. “Soon,” I thought. “Very soon.”

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Jimin’s POV

I spotted you before you spotted me. I took a draw from my coffee cup, swallowing the liquid that would warm my body and put some color in my cheeks so I’d look a little more human. Your gaze locked onto me and I appreciated the way you did a bit of a double-take. I’d let you know this was casual, but I’d dressed up a little more than I had for our last encounter. I wore tight black slacks with a belt, a collared white shirt which I’d neatly tucked in, the top few buttons undone just enough to catch your, and everyone else’s, attention.

You, in turn, wore jean capris with rips and tears along the legs, white sneakers, and a loose, black v-neck that stayed modestly above your breast line. So cute. So innocent.

“Hi,” you said, a bit out of breath as you slid into the seat across from me.

“Hello.”

“You already ordered?” you said pointedly.

“Yes, but get whatever you want. It’s on me.”

“It better be,” you grumbled, getting up to order from the barista.

It had been quite the hassle getting you here, despite the fact I’d sworn up and down this wouldn’t be a date when I texted you.

Me: It’ll be more of a hanging out, getting-to-know-you thing I promise

You: I still have no idea why you want to “get to know me” in the first place

Me: Let me show you why. You don’t trust me? Fine. I’ll prove to you I don’t have any motive other than to find out more about you.

You took a long time to reply, leaving me on read for a good 24 hours before finally responding.

You: Fine. Coffee tomorrow. 3:30.

I had no idea what made you finally agree. You seemed dead-set on keeping your distance from me, but here we were. Technically, I didn’t lie. I wasn’t going to try anything during this meet-up. I truly wanted to get to know you. If you were going to be my main meal for the next however-long, I needed to know you were the type that wouldn’t get yourself into any trouble. And by trouble, I mean drugs, excessive drinking, sleeping with anyone other than me… I wanted your blood to be as pure as possible for my maximum pleasure.

You sat back down, a large iced coffee in your hand, glaring at me. You looked annoyed, but I could see through you. You were cautious, yet hopeful. Naive, but not to the point where you became a cliche. For me, it was the perfect mixture.

“So, I’m guessing you have a couple hours before work, right?”

“Are you stalking me now?” you said, rolling your eyes and biting down on your straw. I briefly wondered if you had an oral fixation and how fun it would be to exploit that.

“Not at all. Just guessing judging by your occupation.”

“Yeah, right.”

I leaned forward, locking our gazes together, causing you to stiffen. “Listen y/n… I’m here because I want to be. Do you think you could tone down the hostility a bit?”

You looked away and I caught a trace of guilt before you sighed. “Fine. I just… why am I here, Jimin?”

“It’s like I said, I want to get to know you better.”

“But why?” The words came out as more of a whine than a question. Cute.

“Because you caught my interest,” I said. Your expression changed then, going from pouty to almost a smile. Got you.

“Listen,” I continued. “Let’s play a game, shall we? I’ll ask a question, then you ask a question, and so on until you feel more comfortable with me.”

You nodded, taking another sip from your coffee.

“I’ll start. Are you a university student?”

You shook your head, the straw sliding out of your pretty mouth before you replied. “No. I wish. Tuition is… well, I’m saving up to afford it. That’s why I’m working so much.”

“Can’t your parents help out?”

“They aren’t really around… and that’s two questions,” you said, pointing a finger at me.

I chuckled. “You can ask me two questions then.”

You thought for a second before asking, “What do you do for work?”

“What do you think I do for work?”

You gave me another eye-roll. I was beginning to live for those. “It’s my turn to ask the questions, remember?”

I sat back, amusement making the corners of my mouth turn up. “I partially own a company that retains a large number of hotels and resorts around the world.”

“Partially own?”

“Yeah. My six childhood friends and I started the company together.”

“Six? Wow, I don’t even know if I have a whole six friends, let alone a group that I’ve known since I was a kid,” you said.

I chuckled once more. I was truly enjoying myself. Normally I’d have to fake my laughs and interest, but you were like a breath of fresh air compared to the usual company I kept. You were bold, blunt, sarcastic, and rude, and I can’t remember the last time I had to chase my prey this much. I hoped you’d be just as entertaining when you found out the truth about me.

“I somehow don’t believe that,” I said, reaching out to put my hand over yours. I stared into your eyes, delighting in the way your cheeks flushed pink. “You seem very personable to me.”

You scoffed, awkwardly sliding your hand from mine and hiding it under the table. “If you consider me personable, you really don’t know me at all.”

“Which is why we’re here… so I can get to know you.”

“Are you sure?” you asked abruptly. “I mean… I think it’s nice you’re taking me out for coffee and everything, and I liked how you didn’t push the whole date thing on me again… but why me? I mean, you could have any girl you wanted… why me?”

It was clear you weren’t going to let this go. I guess it was time for me to come clean. “Well, I do have a slightly ulterior motive for asking you here, but in my defense, I was going to wait until later to talk to you about this.”

You threw me a look of pure disgust. “I knew it.”

“Hear me out,” I protested, leaning towards you once more. “My company, Bangtan Enterprises, is looking to expand its interests.”

Your look changed from disdain to confusion. “And what does that have to do with me?”

I leaned in even closer and lowered my voice almost to a whisper. “This is top secret information. You have to promise me you won’t tell anyone else about this… except those whom I tell you to.”

You leaned in towards me as well. “I promise,” you said, your tone mocking but your eyes curious.

“Bangtan Enterprises is planning on opening a nightclub in the abandoned warehouse just a couple blocks from here.”

“Really?”

“Yes. We want to improve this part of town, and thought a nightclub would bring enough high-end clientele to swing the economy upward a bit.”

“Oh, so it’s purely philanthropic,” you said, smirking. “Gotcha.”

You hardly sounded convinced. I sighed. “Well, if people with more money come here and spend it, they will stay for a while and spend it in places like stores, markets, and then other places could start opening up, like boutiques and shops-”

“Alright, I get it,” you huffed. “But once again, how does a nightclub involve me?”

“I need a bartender,” I said simply, taking another sip of coffee. “And you’re my number one candidate.”

“What, why?”

Not going to lie, your constant need to know the reasoning behind everything I did was starting to grow tiresome. “Because you fit the personality of the club. You’re very pretty which will attract more customers, and you don’t take shit from people. You’re tough, you’ll be able to handle any pretentious assholes who come your way.”

You shook your head in disbelief, biting down on your lip cutely. I wondered how good you’d taste if it were me biting it instead. “You haven’t seen much of my actual bartending skills, though,” you said after a beat.

“I’ll train you if necessary,” I said, waving your insecurities off. I wouldn’t let you find an excuse to wiggle out of this opportunity. “And I’ll pay you double your salary.”

“Double?” you gasped.

“Double.”

“But… but what about Sejin? I can’t just leave him,” you said weakly.

“Sejin? You mean the owner of the bar you currently work at?”

You nodded.

“The same bar that will be closing soon because someone has hired him as the manager of a new nightclub?”

Your mouth parted in surprise. “Are you serious?”

“Yes. He’ll be your boss there too,” I said, throwing you a smile. “He highly recommends you, you know.”

“Well… well…”

I smirked, knowing you were about to give in.

“Well… thank you. I will… I mean, I’m happy to take this opportunity,” you finally said.

“Oh, and don’t think of this as charity,” I said loftily. “You’ll definitely be working hard to earn your keep.”

You nodded eagerly. “I understand.”

“Great. The nightclub opens in exactly three weeks from today. Sejin will be closing his bar two weeks from today, and then we’ll spend a week setting up the place and training. Sound good?”

“Sounds great.”

I tossed a few bills onto the table. “See you in two weeks… y/n.”

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Hey, can i request angsty drabble with jimin? It's like jimin tell yn that he doesn't love her anymore, and she just breaking up and jimin regret it? Sad ending please :( I'm sorry for my grammar :((

Of course! You’re my second ever requester, and I got so excited when I saw this come in :D I hope I did your request justice! It’s kind of a long “drabble” as well, I apologize, but my writing is always detail-filled so *shrug* This is just how it comes out. Let me know if like and honey, never apologize for your grammar, you are perfect the way you are :)

Disclaimer: I pulled this gif off of Pinterest, so I didn’t make it. I did crop it, though.

Age Recommendation: 16+

Warnings: Swears? I don’t think there are any but just in case, ANGST with a sad ending :( Jimin being a jerk-face, regret.

Word Count: 1,378

Summary: Jimin mourns the loss of a relationship that should’ve been something more.

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It’s Crazy (Jimin Drabble, tiny bit of Fluff, Angst)

Jimin’s POV

It’s crazy how relationships work.

We weren’t always like this. When I first saw her, she was sitting outside of a small restaurant in Paris, sipping on a glass of wine. Drinking at eleven in the morning? My kind of girl.

You were the most beautiful person I’d ever seen. Besides the wine glass, I noticed the way your eyes slid over the pages of the book you were reading, devouring it like it was the last book on earth. Purple glasses were perched on your nose, matching the purse that hung over the back of your chair. Your skirt modestly hit your knees, but your tank top showed off the gorgeous skin of your shoulders. I couldn’t resist going over to say something.

You recognized me, of course. I wasn’t surprised, with the way my face is plastered all over the internet, but I couldn’t help the twinge of disappointment that ran through me. It was cute how you pretended not to know who I was, though.

I asked you out, and although at first you were cautious, you gave in after a few days of texts and a phone call or two. Taking you to a lavish restaurant was a mistake. You grew apprehensive when you saw the prices on the menu, even more so when I asked you to relax and just let me take care of it. Clearly, you weren’t the kind of girl that cared about that sort of thing.

The next date went better. Just a local cafe, with regularly-priced drinks and plates of food. You were finally able to relax, and talk, and laugh. God, I loved your laugh. The way you scrunched your nose as you giggled tipped the scales, making me fall hard for you.

When the three weeks of my vacation were up, I was already calling you my girlfriend. We talked about you moving to Seoul to be closer to me, but even I knew the distance would be difficult no matter what. Still, you were strong. You knew who I was before we met, and therefore, knew the life you were agreeing to. The separation was hard, but it was made easier by nightly video chats and a constant stream of texts.

After six months, you moved to Seoul. I remember picking you up at the airport and swinging you around, peppering your face with kisses as you laughed. I was so happy, then. Everything seemed right… until it wasn’t.

As the months of our relationship went on, the sparks between us cooled off and we grew more comfortable around each other. You wore less makeup and more leggings, there was a drawer of your stuff at my place, and we started spending nights in rather than going out. I didn’t mind this, really. It was nice being able to be more myself around you and not have to try so hard. Unfortunately, that was exactly the problem… Both of us stopped trying, and our relationship suffered because of it.

More time passed, and you ended up moving in with me. It was great, because for the first little while, we entered that honeymoon phase again. Something new and exciting… but that didn’t last long. As each day passed, I realized that girl that I met a year and a half ago, who I fell so hard for on that cafe date, who used to make my stomach flip over itself, who used to make my heart feel full just by looking at me… was no longer that special.

We barely tolerated each other, constantly fighting over stupid stuff and snapping at each other. Our relationship took a turn for the worst. It wasn’t bad or anything… but it wasn’t good, either. And no matter what we did, no matter how many times we tried to change or make it right, the relationship we both used to treasure was on a steady decline. We started saying “I love you” less, replacing it with phrases like, “Goodnight,” or, “See you tomorrow.” Neither of us questioned it or brought it up. In the back of our minds, I think we both knew where things were heading. After all, a relationship ultimately ends one of two ways. You either break up, or you stay together.

Finally, the day came where you said those dreaded words. “Jimin… Do you even love me anymore?”

We were sitting on our couch, and you were looking at me while I refused to look anywhere but at the ground in front of me. “No,” I muttered after a few minutes of silence. “I don’t.”

Despite this confession being nothing new, I still remember the hurt in your eyes that caused tears to well up and trickle down. I slept on the couch that night, listening to you sob. I could practically hear your heart breaking, but I could no longer keep lying to myself and, more importantly, to you. This wasn’t working anymore.

A week passed, and you had found a new place and were moving out. “It’s for the best,” you said, hands shoved in your jacket pockets, looking anywhere but at me.

I nodded in agreement. I didn’t want to hurt you anymore. Being gone for months at a time, the late-night practices, the long hours at the recording studio… I knew it wasn’t easy on you. I wanted to stop the pain.

Another year passed, and I began seeing pictures of you on social media with another guy. He wasn’t a celebrity or anyone special, but you seemed happy. I noticed the way you scrunched your nose had come back… too bad it was no longer just for me.

It was our last concert of our tour, which we chose to end in Seoul. We were singing Mikrokosmos and waving goodbye to all our fans, when my heart nearly stopped. There you were, smiling up at me, singing your heart out. He was behind you with his arms wrapped around you, swaying you both in time to the beat, smiling and laughing as he leaned down and kissed your cheek.

I pretended not to see you, keeping a taut smile on my face as I waved goodbye to the rest of the crowd. So this is what our relationship has come down to. We’re just… nothing. Complete strangers. Our lives will never intertwine again, and even if they did, it would never be the same. Every kiss, every night together, every trip has boiled down to absolutely nothing but memories. Did it even really happen?

I felt disappointment roil through me the same way a thundercloud rolls over a sunny sky. How did I let things get to this point? How did I ever let you go? I kept pushing you away in the name of stopping the hurt, but I never gave a thought to my own feelings. I lied back then. I loved you. I loved you so much. Part of me still loves you. We should’ve ended up getting married, not as complete strangers.

As the stage lowered and we waved goodbye to our fans for the final time, I locked eyes with you and watched your sharp inhale as you realized I was looking at you. As if of its own accord, my hand reached out and I gave a little wave just for you. You gave me a half-smile and waved back. The only difference is, I was trying to say hello. I didn’t want to be strangers anymore. I wanted you back in my life, back to the point where you felt comfortable enough around me to eat as messily as you wanted and to wear whatever you felt like. You, however, were saying goodbye. For the last time. For forever.

I came to that realization as the stage hit the ground and staff swarmed me, offering me towels to wipe sweat away and bottles of water. I’d never have another chance. Our lives were on two completely different paths. It would never be the same.

Waving everyone off, I walked towards my dressing room, numbness taking over as my subconscious tried to protect me from the pain. So this is what regret feels like.

It’s crazy how relationships work. Or rather, how they don’t.

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Part Two→

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

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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!

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