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BTS SCENARIO: BABYSITTER (PARK JIMIN)

Part 2, Part 3

You were the babysitter of Jimin’s younger brother named Jiwoon. Though you had never met Jimin as he was away for college. At some point, you even forgot Jiwoon had an older brother. Jiwoon was a quiet child, he was easy to look after so you had the house to yourself until of course his parents came back late from work. Today was like any other day, you were sitting on the couch with Jiwoon as he watched his favorite cartoon show. He would often look your way giving you a cute toothy smile which made your insides melt because of how adorable he was. Jiwoon was supposedly fourteen years younger than Jimin which made him ten years younger than you. The eight year old boy was like an angel to you, he made your job pretty easy. He loved to watch cartoons and movies, he’d switch on the TV as soon as you made him finish his homework. You stood up as soon as Jiwoon let out his third yawn. “Time for bed, Woonie.” You said ruffling his hair. “Already?” The boy asked rubbing his eyes. “Yes.” You replied smiling. He huffed but stood up nonetheless. You led him to his room and tucked him safely in his bed. “Night, Woonie. Have sweet dreams.” You said to him before turning the lights off. “Night, noona.” You heard his faint voice as you were closing the door to his room on your way out. He didn’t like bedtime stories so there was no point in staying in his room. You went down to the living room and sat on the couch, looking at the TV screen all the while waiting for Mr. And Mrs. Park but there were still four hours left till they arrived. You were aimlessly searching through the channels for an hour or two when you heard the door click. Your body tensed, you were confused as to who it was. Did Mr. and Mrs. Park leave work early? You were fidgeting your thumbs in pure anxiety not knowing what to do until yoy decided to stand up and see who it was. You stepped lightly towards the hall which appeared to be vacant but you saw a shadow disappearing towards the staircase, you immediately scared at the thought of someone harming Jiwoon so you quietly ran towards the stairs as well seeing no sign of a person. You ascended the staircase and that’s when you saw him. A man was entering the door to one of the rooms next to Jiwoon’s. You were frightened beyond belief and was shook out of your raging thoughts as the door closed. You didn’t know what to do. Should you call the police? Should you call Jiwoon’s parents? Your main concern was Jiwoon. The police could take time to get here and you needed to do something to maintain yours and Jiwoon’s safety. You took off one of your shoe and picked it up as a weapon before walking towards the door. Your hands shook as you turned the doorknob and a shaky breath escaped your lips. You felt like throwing up, millions of thoughts were evading your mind. Would you die today? You shut your eyes tightly as you immediately stepped in. As soon as you opened your eyes, you were greeted with a very shirtless man whose abs were on full display. Your flustered self couldn’t do anything but throw your shoe at his face as soon as he let out a curse. “Who the heck are you?” He said dodging the shoe you threw in his direction. You shut your eyes before you could make yourself embarrassed by staring at his body. “I - I practiced Jiu jitsu as a child.” You lied shakily before turning to the opposite side to avoid seeing him as you opened your eyes. “So if you value your life, get out before I - I do something.” You continued. “Get the fuck out of my room, you pervert.” The guy sounded embarrassed. That’s when realization hit you like a ton of bricks. The man was Jiwoon’s older brother. He was Park Jimin. But why was Park Jimin so hot? -To be continued- (Other parts are linked above)

BTS SCENARIO: BABYSITTER 2 (PARK JIMIN)

Part 1, Part 3

You had never been this ashamed before. Not only did you assume that Park Jimin was an intruder, you also saw him shirtless and you threw your freaking shoe at him. You really needed the money for college and it looked like you were definitely gonna lose this job now. Jiwoon was the only kid you felt comfortable with babysitting. All the others were too much of a hassle. “Who are you anyways?” Jimin’s voice rang in your ears after a moment of an awkward silence. Should you tell him your name? Would he yell at you? Would he rat you out to his parents? You kept biting your lip. You started thinking of the worst possible scenarios before coming to the conclusion how it wasn’t your fault and he doesn’t have the right to yell at you. “Look here, I - ” You turned around immediately with a new found confidence before realizing his state of shirtlessness.

“Yaaah!” He immediately protested as soon as you turned trying to cover his chest. ”Are you a pervert? Stop looking.” He looked flustered which made you scoff internally. “Yahh!” You replied back before continuing, “Can’t you put a shirt on? And what did you call me, a pervert huh?” You scoffed sarcastically. “The real pervert is you. It’s YOU! Couldn’t you have a put a shirt on while I was - I was looking away.” You made the mistake of looking at his bulging abs yet again and stuttered out in a flustered state. “Are you naturally dimwitted?” He hissed out. “Yah! You’re standing in front of my closet!” He continued bulging his eyes at you. You turned your head back to see his closet which you were standing directly in front of. “Well..” You grew hesitant and let out unsurely. “You could’ve told me.” You mumbled out while looking at the ground. He let out a tsk sound. “Get out already, will you?” He seethed looking at you with a deadly gaze. 

“G- g- give me my shoe first.” You pointed towards your shoe lying on the ground behind him. He gave you an unbelieving expression but picked up your shoe and handed it you anyways.    

“Who is she anyways? I swear if she’s one of those babysitters again…” He muttered to himself but you heard him. You wasted no time in skittering out of the room as soon as you had put your shoe on back again. You went down to the living room with a heavy feeling in your chest. You felt so ashamed, you could die. You started knocking your head against the wall in embarrassment. You wanted to scream but he’d probably hear you. “Pabo!” You kept repeating over and over again with each bang. “Do you usually like to bang your head against the wall for fun?” His voice startled you and you closed your eyes in even more embarrassment as your head was against the wall. You didn’t have the will to turn and face him. Dammit, why were you such an idiot? You heard him scoff as you pinched your eyes shut even more tightly and bit your lip hard. You slowly turned around as you pursed your lips, dreading the day you were born and faced him. He was dressed now, thankfully. “Yah, were you raised in a mental institute or something?” He asked raising his brows. “Do you wanna die?” You grew furious and snapped. “Yah, did you - ” He paused and tilted his head sideways before looking at you again, “why are you talking to me informally? I’m probably older than you.” He continued. “So what if you’re older than me? What? You dropped the honorifics first.” You retorted. “Gosh, you’re so frustrating. What’s your name?” He said pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “That’s-” You started out hesitantly; “-none of your business.” Why were you digging your own grave? “You do realize you’re in my house? So it is my business.” He said in an emphasizing manner. “It’s Y/N.” You said tautly not wanting to admit he had a point. Jimin laughed sardonically for a moment. “Well, Y/N, I don’t get why Eomma and Appa would appoint someone like you to look after my brother.” He looked at me disapprovingly. “Jinjja, if I could kill-” You didn’t get to finish your sentence as the sound of the door clicking startled you both. You knew it was his parents and somehow you feared of him asking his parents to fire you. You only babysat Jiwoon on weekdays and worked at a local library as part time. Your family’s financial situation wasn’t enough to pay your college fee so of course you worked. The Parks were fairly well off though, they lived in a nice neighborhood and had stable jobs. A friend suggested you to them when she found out that they were in need of a permanent babysitter. You were thankful to that friend for eternity.

Jimin gave you a lasting meaningful glare before turning towards the entrance to the hall awaiting his parents’ arrival.

“I did ask Byu-” Mrs. Park stopped whatever she was saying as soon as her eyes landed on Jimin.

“Oh aigoo, my son’s here.” She gushed before pulling him into a tight embrace.

You fidgeted your thumbs in nervousness.

“Son, why are you here so suddenly?” Mr. Park asked when Mrs. Park pulled away.

You were contemplating on what to do, you felt awkward standing there while they had a little reunion.

“Uhm- I should be taking my leave now.” You said before bowing and stepping towards the gate to escape.

“Oh yes. Good work, Y/N.” Mrs. Park called out behind you and you wondered if she’d still be saying that after Jimin tells her about your little encounter with him.

You quickly left the house and walked towards the bus stop hoping to reach home as soon as possible.

-To Be Continued-

(Thank you to all of those people who took the time to like and reblog the first part.)

Don’t Call Her Anymore - Park Jimin (F)

— pairing | Park Jimin /Reader — word c | 1,532 — genre | Best friends to lovers au!, fluff. little angst. — summary | You were dating a boy for many months, you fell in love but discovered he had another girlfriend and that broke you. He always called you when he were drunk and you answered, listening to him say the same things. Until Jimin put a stop to it. — warnings/tags | None. I was listening to Evanescence and I had the idea to write that. Amy Lee, queen.

You hated when he did that. Every time you were all right, he did it. It had been weeks since you had thought about him, that you didn’t cry for him. You were returning to your life normally, going out with your friends and meeting other people. You thought this time would be different, but no, nothing was different, there was him calling you at 3 in the morning again, probably completely drunk.

You met him at a party your friend was giving, you kissed, you had sex, and you started dating. You just fell in love and all you wanted was to stay with him, but then you discovered in the worst possible way that he had a girlfriend and that he was just using you and that he never wanted anything serious with you.

When you saw him with her, you wanted to make a scandal, wanted to scream, wanted to swear at him, wanted to slap him, and cry while he would try to give you a stupid excuse. But you knew that if he approached you, all the screams and tears would be wasted, because you would give in and let him touch you, hold you. Then you just turned your back and left as fast as you could, holding your tears until you got home, where you collapsed in tears.

Things started to make sense to you at that moment, why he never took you to meet his parents, why you never go out with him and his friends, why most of your dates were in your house, not his, or some other place. He didn’t want anyone to find out about you.

You finished everything with him over the phone, not being able to see him again, or everything you were doing to stay away from him, would be in vain. Jimin, your best friend was there, in front of you, holding your hand, giving you all the support you needed to do that. He was the first to whom you told what had happened, and if you were not crying like a child, he would have gone after the idiot in the moment you told him.

“Please let me explain.”

“You don’t have to explain, you have a girlfriend, I don’t know her, but no one deserves to be deceived in this way.” You said in the firmer voice you could use, while Park stroked the back of your hand with his thumb, giving you a comforting smile.

"I ... I was going to tell you ... I swear ... But now that you know, we can continue together (Y/N)”

“ What? No, I'm not like that. That's not right, I'm not going to be a part of it.”  You almost screamed, angry and not believing he'd actually proposed that. There was silence on the other side, but you could still hear his heavy breathing.

"Please (Y/N), I love you." And it broke your heart. How could he say that? He was with another ... You were the other. He lied to you, made you believe he cared for you, that you were meant for each other, that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. He made you believe that you were the most important person in his life.

"If you loved me, you would be here with me." Your voice cracked as tears began to fall from your eyes. “If you loved me, you would not have lied to me, and I would be your only one, I would be your girlfriend. This ends here.” You hung up, tossing the phone on the couch, and Jimin pulled you close, pressing you into his arms, caressing your hair, letting you cry against his chest. He said nice and sweet things, said that everything would be fine, that the pain would pass and that you would be happy again.

And this really happened, you were moving on, but you always burst into tears when he called you, drunk, crying, saying that he missed you, that he loved you, that he wanted you with him, but he never went after you to beg for forgiveness, he had not broken up with his girlfriend, and you were sure he would never do that. You didn’t even know why you still answering to his calls even knowing what he was going to say.

When your phone started ringing, you woke up and fumbled over the bedside table and picked up the cell phone, looking at the screen, recognizing his number. You sighed and sat on the bed. It had been weeks since he'd called you, you thought he'd finally understood that you didn’t want anything more to do with him.

"Is he again?" A voice beside you asked. You turned your face, seeing Jimin lying there, with the blanket over his waist, shirtless, sleepy, with half-open eyes and messy hair.

Recently you and he have started a loving relationship. You had come even closer after what had happened and with that you finally realized that you had feelings for him. He was always with you when you needed, he never let you down, he never hurt you, he was always affectionate and loving with you. It was he who took the initiative on this, he called you out, he kissed you. And you were happy with him, happier than you expected because you thought it might end up ruining your friendship.  You nodded your head. Jimin sighed and sat on the bed running his hand over his face, he had a soft expression on his face, but you knew he was angry, because his eyes were dark.

“Don’t you think it's time to finally get it over with, (Y/N)? Tell him that you're with another guy, that you are with me and that I don’t make you cry and suffer like he did, that I really care about you, that with me has no gray skies and only sunny days and warm nights. Just tell him that you've found someone who really loves you.”

You took your eyes from him and looked back at the cell phone. Jimin was right, you were happy with what you had with him, so why not just tell Jeha to fuck off and leave you alone, erase your number and let you live happily? You still loved him, that was true, but there was no chance of you getting back together. And if it was to choose between him and Jimin, you would choose Jimin.

“Can you do that?” You asked, turning to Jimin, holding out the cell phone to him. He smiled and nodded, taking the cell phone from your hand, answering it.

“Hello!” He said, and you lay down, putting your head on Jimin's belly and just waited for the call to end. “No man, she is not interested, he found something better.”  He said and took the unoccupied hand to your hair, stroking it. “No, she doesn’t want to talk to you, dude. Try to understand one thing, she found someone who doesn’t stress her, who gives her everything she deserves, who gives her all the happiness you have taken from her. Now stop calling, because the next time you bother my girl, I'll go after you and believe me, you will not like what will happen when I have you in my hands.”

And so he hung up, shoving the cell phone under the pillow and pulling you by the shoulders, to hug you, giving you a kiss on the top of your head.

“Is it over?” You asked, raising your head to look at him. He nodded, smiling softly toward you, stroking your cheek.

“There is only one thing missing.” He whispered giving you a kiss before kicking the blankets and get out of bed, grabbing his pants on the floor and looking for something in his pockets. You sat on the bed, with an arched eyebrow, confused by what he was doing, until he returned to the bed and knelt in front of you, taking your hand and looking at you, deep in your eyes. “Do you wanna date me? Would you like to make this silly boy, who follows you wherever you go, who annoys you when he is needy and who loves you with all his body, heart and soul, the happiest man in the world?” He asked, showing you a ring. You held your breath, your body filling with happiness and your heart almost exploding. You've been waiting for this for a long time. You nodded and he put the ring on your finger before jumping on top of you, making you fall back on the bed, laughing with him over you.

You were ready to move on and Jimin would hold your hand all the way. The only thing you felt at that moment, was utopia.

"I'll make you so happy." He whispered, rising, resting his hands on the side of your head, while you had your arms around his neck. You smiled and pulled him down, kissing him.

“You already make me happy, Jimin.”

"Well, then I'll be glad to make you even happier, baby.”

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VLive Blowjob - Park Jimin (M)

— pairing | Park Jimin /Reader — word c | 1,837 — genre | Smut — summary | You and Jimin make a bet: If he loses, he has to buy a purse of the new Gucci collection for you, but if you lose, you have to make him a blowjob… while he makes a Live. None of this makes sense, but he was drunk when he proposed and you were drunk when you accepted. That explains everything. — warnings/tags | Some bad words, oral (male receiving). I felt bad for not having posted chapter 8 of Ride or Die, and I had this drabble saved, so I decided to post it today.

You remembered well the drunken words that came out of his mouth that night.

“If I win, I bet you to do me a blowjob in a VLIVE”

You should never had accept that.

“Do we really need to do this? This will be so embarrassing. How am I going to do a Live with you touching me down there? Everyone will know that something is wrong.” Jimin whined as you entered his room and closed the door. You also were not very comfortable with that, but bet was bet and you could not go back on your decision.

"It was you who challenged me, Jimin"

"I was drunk. No one should rely on things that drunk talk while they are drunk." He jumped in the chair in front of his computer table and threw back his head, angry and annoyed at the same time.

"People say that when we're drunk, we always tell the truth, It means you want to do this for a long time, baby." You teased him, sitting on the bed that was right next to where he was sitting, getting an indignant look from him.

"Of course, it's your dream to make me a blowjob while I'm doing a Live, that’s why you accepted the bet. Save your breath, (Y/N), don’t tell me you're not happy about it, because I know you are."

You laughed. It was no lie. You and the BTS boys are friends for a long time, you work for the company that is responsible for the publicity of the group. All the boys were extremely handsome, that you would never deny, but Jimin was one of the most called your attention because he was so “shy” in front of the cameras, but he was so perverse behind them. If people think that Jimin is always cute as he is in front of the cameras, they are really mistaken. And if people think Jimin is innocent, they are very wrong.

“Well, if you don’t want to do that, I can tell the guys that you don’t want the blowjob and they'll call you a fag for the rest of your life. Your choice, buddy.” You said picking up the phone, ready to send a message in the group you shared with the boys, but Jimin sighed and grabbed your hand.

"Okay, but just because I don’t want them to stay on my foot for the rest of my life." You smiled and put your cell phone in your pocket. "How will we do this?"

You looked around the room. It was not a good idea to do a blowjob while he was standing with the phone in his hands because he could let the phone fall, and everyone would see what was happening. He could lie on the bed with his cell phone on his chest, etching his face, but you knew how Jimin was clumsy, if he touched the wrong place on the screen, he could switch from the front to the back camera and everyone would see you sucking his cock. And then you looked at the computer table. It was where he usually did most lives. It was a good place. You'd be hiding all the time, there was no danger of his cell phone dropping because it would be on the table, away from the edge. All you needed to know was if you would fit down there with Jimin's legs. You climbed out of bed and crawled toward the small table, followed by Jimin's eyes that narrowed as he watched the way your body moved. He didn’t think that was a bad idea, he was really interested in the idea of you sucking him, but he just wanted to be able to enjoy it better.

You have always been one of the subjects between him and the his friends. They always talked about how beautiful and cool you were, and everyone, without exception, had a crush on you. So he thought it would be good to finally have something from you. He makes a bet because he knew you'd never refuse a challenge. But he drank too much in the day and overcame it by eventually challenging you to do a blow job on him while he was live on Vlive.

You sat under the table, and it was not as uncomfortable as you thought it would be.

"Come here, Jiminie." You said pulling the chair he was sitting on. Jimin dragged the chair back to the table, opening his legs and letting you fit between them. You had to kneel down and rested your arms on his thighs. Jimin felt a chill in his spine as he saw you between his legs, so close to his cock. He let his head fall to the side and let out a laugh, bringing his hand up to your hair and caressing, making you frown at him. “What?”

“Nothing”

“Should we start?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Okay, stand up and take your pants and underwear”

"What? Now?" He asked widening his eyes.

"Yeah, it'll be easier than you just take off your pants while the live is happening and someone asks you why you're moving so much."

"Fine" he said, dragging his chair back and standing up. He unbuttoned his pants and unzipped her. He threw it down and kicked it away to the side of the room that didn’t appear on the camera. He looked at you, sitting under the table with your eyes intent on him who had his hands on his underwear. He watched you for a few seconds, seeing the desire in your eyes, that was what he wanted, he would not deny. And that made his cock almost begged to come out from inside the underwear and go into your mouth.

He didn’t hesitate another minute and took off his underwear, tossing it along with his pants. You choked to finally be able to see his cock, something that your inner longed for a long time, since you met, to be honest. He walked toward the chair, sitting up and nestling his legs under the table, while you licked your lips and bit them.

"Fuck." You muttered without restraint and Jimin smiled, leaning his head to the side and looking at you under the table. He watched as you stared at his cock and it pleased him. He picked up his cell phone and placed it on the table, propped up in a small box. He finally started to live and you could finally do what was there to do.

He started talking to the fans and telling them about his days as you took his dick in your hand and massaged it slowly, making Jimin pretend to be coughing to hide his sigh. He was so hard, but at the same time so soft and that was making your mouth salivate. Jimin leaned back in his chair, lying down and pushing his hips forward as he stood with his legs spread wide and you brought his face close to his cock. You licked the entire length of his cock, and Jimin had to pretend to cough again to hide a groan that escaped his throat.

And when you put the head of his cock in your mouth, Jimin almost jumped from his chair and tapped his hand on the table, pressing his lips together and raising his eyebrows, pretending to be interested in some commentary the fans wrote.

It was harder than it seemed, for him, not for you. You were enjoying the moment, sucking the head of his cock like it was the best lollipop you'd ever tasted. You decided to put it all in your mouth, swallowing it and being careful to not make any noise when you took it out of your mouth.

“God” He said unable to stop himself, giving an apology soon after, making you laugh in silence. He reached under the table and grabbed your hair urgently, wanting faster, needing you to be faster. Your mouth was so hot, it was so soft and your tongue caressed his cock so well that Jimin was struggling not to roll his eyes, turn off Live, get up from there and fuck your mouth. You increased the pressure of your hand and lips on his cock, and let him control the speed with which you sucked him, making him stifle groans and sighs that insisted on coming out of his mouth.

It was not long to Jimin start feeling that wanted to come. You were sucking him so well. He wanted to cum, but he wanted to enjoy that moment better. He wanted to not only cum in your mouth, but also wanted to cum inside you, fuck you in every possible position. He wanted to make you moan, wanted to make you roll your eyes and ask for more. He wanted to eat you out, make your cunt get wet, make you cum with his tongue on your clit. And those thoughts were only making him even harder and with an uncontrollable urge to move his hips against your mouth.

He tightened his fingers between your hair, helping in your back and forth movements, and continued reading the comments of the fans, pulling the air harder and harder, trying to stay in control, but he felt he was about to cum and he knew he couldn’t be silent. So he said goodbye and ended the live that lasted no more than 15 minutes, saying he needed to do something urgent and hung up the phone, dragging the chair back and pulling you with him, by the hair.

“Oh my god, (Y/N), yes, make me come.” He moaned, relieved to now be able to make noise.

"Fuck my mouth, Jimin" You groaned in response and he grunted. He stood up, still holding your hair and began to thrust his dick deep in your mouth, making you choke a few times and your eyes watering, but you knew he was enjoying it and so did you.

"Oh fuck, (Y/N)." He moaned, feeling that he was about to cum. You tucked his cock into deep in your throat and let him come, moaning loudly, throwing his head back, his breath racing, his chest rising and falling fast. You swallowed everything he gave you. Jimin took a few steps back, pulling away, but his legs faltered and he fell on his ass, lying down with open arms and laughing like crazy.

"Please tell me we'll do it again." He said after a few seconds of deep breathing, raising his head slightly and looking at you that smiled at him.

“Anytime, baby”

Then someone knocked on the door. You and Jimin looked confused at her before they heard an angry cry from Namjoon on the other side.

"I can’t believe you two did that. You two idiots, you're in my room."

You and Jimin looked at each other and burst out laughing. You were so worried about fulfilling the bet that you had not even realized you were in the wrong room.

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Our First Time - Park Jimin (M)

— pairing | Park Jimin/Reader — word c | 2,574 — genre | Boyfriend au!, Virgin au!  Non Idol au! Smut. — summary |  [ Jimin always wanted to be closer to you, and one day he finally succeeded. ]. — warnings/tags | I have no idea where I drew inspiration for it. Lol . Adult content, explicit sex, low slang words,

“Jiminie, baby, I'm home.” I was in the kitchen when I heard her voice from the living room, and then the sound of her keys falling on the coffee table. Her voice, followed by the sound of her keys, were two things I was very well accustomed to. (Y/N) and I had been dating for almost two years and I couldn’t get enough of hearing her come home, to our home.

She was beautiful. Always smiling, always making everyone smile around her. (Y/N) was a wonderful person and I was lucky to have her by my side. A few years ago I wouldn’t think we'd be dating today. I was too shy to say anything to her. I always froze when we were close to each other and when she talked to me, I could barely open my mouth to respond. I shouldn’t be like this, it was JungKook who was the shy one with women, I was the extrovert, but at that time, he was better off with her than I was. I don’t even know where I got the nerve to do that in that day.

It was late, we had just watched an anime marathon in the living room and (Y/N) wanted to leave, but it was too late for her to go alone, and the Hyungs were tired to take her home. The six then began a discussion to know in which room she would sleep, while I just stood still, curled up on the couch, wrapped in my blanket, watching as she laughed at the guys. She played with Hoseok, and laughed at some bad joke Jin had. I wanted to be like this with her. I wanted to make her laugh too, but I just could not. I wonder why? I never had no problem talking to girls, Jungkook it was like that at first, then why I was so shy around her, like I was a virgin? Well, I was, but that doesm’t mean anything.

"Why doesn’t she sleep with Jimin hyung?" Taehyung's voice caught my attention, making me look at him and make everyone look at me, including (Y/N). "He bought a King size bed, there's plenty of room for both of them."

"His bed may be large, but mine is more comfortable, not to mention I'll be in it." Jungkook said looking at me, teasing me. He knew I was jealous when she had to sleep in one of the members' bedrooms. I just stared at him, glaring at him furiously enough for him to back away.

"I never slept in Jimin’s room." Her voice said, making me look at her. (Y/N) smiled at me. "If you have no problem, can I sleep in your room today?" She asked and I opened my mouth to respond, but the words did not come out. Then I just nodded and gave her a small smile. Everyone then got up and went to their rooms. I did the same and (Y/N) followed me into my room. She had never entered my room, I had forgotten that, so I prayed my room was neat when I opened the door for her. As she entered, she dropped her cell phone on the dresser by the door and began to walk, looking up and down.

She stopped in front of the bed and sat on the edge, turning to me who was still standing in the bedroom door, deciding what to do. She let out a sigh and gave me a smile.

“C’mon Jiminie, I don’t bite. Come here." She called me with her hands. I closed the door behind me and sat next to her on the bed, looking anywhere but for her. An uncomfortable silence settled between us. “Jimin, Is it okay for you to me sleep here? If you're uncomfortable with me, just tell me, I can sleep with one of the others."

"No," I almost screamed, making her jump at my side. I scratched the back of my neck and looked at her. "It's just ... I … I’m shy… with you.”

“Are you shy with me? Why?” I shrugged, not knowing how to answer that. She bit her lip and it made the fire inside me burn. Shit, I couldn’t have an erection with her over there. "Why don’t we close the curtains, turn out the lights and try again? Maybe it could help."

It was not a bad idea.I got up and closed the curtains before turning off the bedroom lights. I knew the room very well to get to the bed without tripping over anything.

“What now?” I Asked.

"Now you talk to me, Jiminie. Why are you so shy around me?" Her voice asked and only then did I realize that I was standing in front of her sitting on the bed.

"I like you." I spoke without stammering, without hesitation, without freezing. The dark was really helping. I heard her laugh and then I felt her hands on my waist. My whole body shook with only her touch.

"Do you like me, Jiminie?" She was ... Oh no, she couldn’t be ... Is she flirting? With me? "Answer me, baby." She asked. Being called ‘baby’ by her was one of my biggest fantasies. Every time I jerk off thinking about her, it was with her calling me baby.

"Yes, (Y/N), I like you." I replied, almost in a whisper.

"Then you will not mind if I do this .." She slipped her hands through my shirt and carried them up to my back where she scratched it lightly with her fingernails. Soon after I felt her kisses on my abdomen, making me moan at the feel of her soft lips on my skin. And her hands that had come out of my back went down my thighs and up toward my cock that was hard on her. She stroked it and squeezed it over my shorts as I stroked her hair and face. I wouldn’t miss that chance for anything. (Y/N) took her hands up to the waistband of my pants and pulled it down, taking my underwear with it. Before I even felt her hands on my cock, I felt her lips kiss it, causing me to let out a low moan as she held it and began to masturbate me. It was much better than me masturbating for her. A thousand times better. Soon her mouth was around my cock and my moan this time came out a little louder. She sucked me alternating between sucking lightly and with a little more force, which ripped me moans and sighs.

I closed my eyes and stroked her hair before opening them again, widening them when I remember that I had no condoms. Holy shit Jimin, you are so stupid. What do I do now? The woman I'm in love with is in front of me, making me a blowjob, and I can’t tell her that I'm an inexperienced virgin and that I don’t have a condom with me. Can i?

"(Y/N) ... I'm going to interrupt this moment, pretty quickly.." I whispered breathlessly resting my hands on her shoulders, unable to see her face in the darkness. She just mumbled something and putting my dick deep in her throat, almost making me cum. “Shit ... I ... I don’t have a condom with me.”

She laughed, pulling me out of her mouth.

“ And now?"

“Hm, I'm going to get with Yoongi, he sure must have one, and if he doesn’t, there is another five guys living in this house, it's not possible that neither of them will not have a condom.”

“Okay, I'll wait here.” She said pulling my shorts and my underwear up. I walked with my arms outstretched toward the bedroom door. As I left, I felt the wall in the dark until I found a door. I opened it and went into the bedroom, turning on the lights. Yoongi was lying on his bed on his stomach, with the blanket up to his waist, he had both arms open and his head off the pillow.

“Hyung?” I called, but he did not move. “Yoongi, wake up.” I said shaking him. He opened his eyes slowly and blinked before focusing on me and looking at me with a killer look. He hated being awakened.

"The house is on fire?" He asked, looking at me with a serious expression.

"No, Hyung, why do you think so?" I asked, frowning.

"Because that's the only plausible reason for you to wake me up without me trying to kill you." He grunted between his teeth.

"Sorry, but I just ... I need a favor ..." I said scratching the back of my neck. He sighed and began to sit on the bed. “Can I borrow one ... A condom?”

"Why do you want a ...?" He stopped rubbing his eyes and stared at me for a few seconds. “Oh.” And he laughed. I didn’t understand what he meant, until he reached out, opening the drawer of the bedside table, and from there picked up a closed package, tossing it to me. "Keep it in your wallet, brat.” And he lay down again. "And don’t let Jin hear you two or he'll start with a speech about sexuality that you will not want to hear, trust me."

“Thank you Hyung.” I smiled and walked to the door, but before I left I turned to him. "And I'm sorry for waking you up."

“Okay, now, get out of here before I set you on fire.” He laughed and waved his hand. I turned off the light and left the room, going towards my, feeling the walls.

“Baby?” I called as I entered the room and closed the door.

“I'm here.” She answered. I put the condom pack on the bedside table and lay on the bed, leaning over her and kissing her. I stroked her body with my hands, before pulling her shorts down along with her underwear and tossing it away. She helped me take off her blouse and bra, and so I kissed the valley of her breasts, squeezing them between my hands feeling even more aroused to have all that body for me.

I lowered my kisses down her abdomen until I reached between her legs. I kissed her thighs and stroked them with my fingers, wrapping them around her, before putting my mouth in her pussy and starting to eat her out. I will not deny it, I dreamed about it almost every night.

"You're so sweet. God, I want to drown in your juice, baby."

Her hands went into my hair and she pulled it lightly while moaning low sounds, which only made my fire burn even more. I usually had an uncontrollable urge to kiss her all the time, all over her body, but in that moment and under those circumstances, I didn’t want to stop kissing her anymore.

"Please ..." she whispered as I still eating her pussy, using my tongue to caress her. “Please Jimin, please me.” I gave her one last intimate kiss before getting up and picking up the condom pack and opening it. I had already put condoms once to try it, and I knew how to put it, but it was dark and I wasn’t seeing anything. Fortunately, I managed to put it on. I lay down on (Y/N), eager to get inside her, and to feel her. I snuggled in the entrance of her pussy and slowly pushed myself inside her, moaning all the way, as she did too.

"You're so big, baby.” She whispered and a shiver ran down my spine as i heard her sweet voice so full of pleasure. When I was totally inside her, I felt her hands on my shoulders, pulling me down. I lay on top of her, wrapping my arms under her back, holding onto her shoulders, and began to move inside her, gradually increasing the speed until I was thrusting up hard and hard.

“Shh, baby.” I whispered to her. "They'll hear us ... Bite my shoulder, if you want ... Okay?"

“Okay.” She answered in a husky voice as she arched her back.

"You're so hot, baby. I can do this for the rest of my life. Fuck, this pussy is so good for me.”

"Oh promise me we'll do this many times baby ..." She moaned and then bit my shoulder lightly. I smiled and lowered my head, resting it on the fold of her neck, kissing and nibbling.

“I promise. I promise love.” I whispered, increasing the strength and speed of the thrusts as her arms pressed me against her.

"Oh my God, I can’t..." She said pulling my hand and placing it in her mouth as a sign that I would help her keep quiet. I took that chance to do what I wanted most. I rested my hand on the bed and began to thrust slowly and hard, making her squeal through my hand until her wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me to her. I hugged her trembling body beneath me.

“God.” She whispered.

“Are you alright?” I asked and felt his hands on my face. Soon she gave me a slow kiss.

“Yes, now do me a favor, put me on all fours and cum for me.” She said making me giggle. I obeyed. As I slid into her, I began slow movements, until I was bent over her, holding her hands tightening the sheet and stocking willingly, moaning undecipherable sounds next to her.

“Fuck (Y/N), you have no idea how much I waited for this ... You're so soft. So hot baby, shit ... I will not hold out for long.”

"Then don’t hold back, Jimin." As soon as her words hit my ears, I bit my lips to hold my moan of pleasure as I finally cum, still fucking her hard. I pressed my face into her back, unable to move. My breath was totally out of control, and my heart beat super fast. We were both sweaty and tired. I lay down beside her and pulled her to me. I couldn’t believe it had actually happening.

We decided to take a shower together. It would have taken less time in the shower if she hadn’t turned her back to me under the shower and asked for more. It was almost two o'clock in the morning and the shower was on, as I was behind her, going deep into that paradise she had between her legs.

"Earth for Park Jimin" I returned to the present time to see (Y/N) standing in front of me, snapping her fingers. "Are you alright?"

"Oh, hey, baby," I said, giving him a kiss. "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just remembering something."

"And what was it?" She asked, wrapping her arms around my shoulders, caressing the back of my neck with the tips of her fingers. God, I never tired of that touch.

"Our first time." I said smiling. (Y/N) smirked and brought her face closer to mine.

"Well, why don’t we remember that in practice? I would love you to fuck me in our bathroom." She said in a sensual voice, making my body shiver. Oh boy.

"Wait for me in the tub, baby." I said holding her chin and giving her light kisses on her jaw. "I'm going to fuck you like it's our first time.”

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Thank you, Next - Park Jimin (M)

— pairing | Park Jimin/Reader 

— word c | 9,338

— genre | Smut, fluff, angst, Best Friends to Lovers au!

— summary |  [ In high school you weren’t very popular, ten years later you travel to a class reunion of your old class. What could go wrong?]. 

— warnings/tags |  Some of Namjoon/Reader. Some bad words, oral (female receiving). bestfriend! jimin, unprotected sex (stay safe!), Namjoon being an asshole (sorry!)

— A/N | @bangtanqueenybee and @nellyk-fan This is dedicated to you.

This is not a good idea. That's all what you thought as you followed the road towards the hotel you would stay. You had rented a car as soon as you left the airport. The next day would be the 10 year anniversary that you finished high school and the whole class would gather at a place to celebrate. You were not happy at all, but your best friend forced you to go. Unlike today, you didn’t have many friends back then, you weren’t popular and you certainly were not pretty, or at least that's what your classmates told you. In fact, you only had one friend at that time, Park Jimin, he was the only one in the whole school who didn’t play games with you, who didn’t play with your feelings or bulged you, so maybe go to that meeting and seeing him again after 10 years, wouldn’t be a bad idea.

But in reality, you were afraid to meet with one person. Kim Namjoon. Like the movies, he was the most popular, the most handsome guy in school, the most coveted. The girls would die for him and all the guys wanted to be his friends. He wasn’t a football, baseball or basketball player, but he was super smart, classy, funny, charming, narcissistic, egocentric, and selfish. The perfect match for a manly disaster.  A born, experienced hunter who could make anyone fall at his feet, and you were one of those people.

You remember as if everything happened within hours. You, one of the nerds in the school, introverted, shy and polite, sitting at the back of the chair in the back of the classroom, staring at the school prince. It was the last days of school, you didn’t have to go to school any more, but you did, because you knew he would too, and you thought you would have the courage to say something to him, but you didn’t, then just stood there, staring at him like a lovesick fool.

He was talking to his friends, laughing loudly at their jokes, showing his dimples on his cheeks that made your heart melt like butter, the way his hair was tossed back, everything about him attracted you, he was the only man you'd been attracted to throughout high school, but you knew nothing would ever happen.

"You're (Y/N), right?" A voice beside you made you jump out of the chair, knocking some pens down, turning to the person who had spoken to you, facing Jin, one of Namjoon's best friends, he was as handsome as your crush, his shoulders broad and his face extremely handsome. You stared at him wide-eyed, not understanding what he was doing there, talking to you. “I'm Jin.” He said holding out his hand to you. You blinked a few times and timidly, with a shaking hand, took his hand and squeezed it. He smiled sympathetically at you after letting go of your hand. "So Namjoon asked me to give you this." He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a folded paper and held it out to you. You frowned and held the paper. "He asked me to tell you to keep it a secret if possible, he doesn’t want anyone to spoil the surprise." Jin said and you looked at him who was still smiling. He nodded and turned away, pulling away from you and moving closer to his friends. You followed him with your eyes until your eyes fell on Namjoon and saw that he was staring at you. You felt your cheeks burn and your body tremble. He smiles and it causes butterflies in your stomach.

He nodded toward the paper in your hands and you took a deep breath before opening it. You choked on your own breath and your heart leapt into your chest, as if you had just received an electric shock. A smile came to your lips without you even noticing.

Do you want to go on a date with me?

( ) yes (  ) no

You bit your lips, and with your fingers trembling, you took the pen, marking the box that said yes. The bell rang and you heard a chair move and your head turned toward him like a shot, watching him walk toward you, making your whole body freeze, and you couldn’t even blink as you watched him heading towards you, you even forgot to breathe. Namjoon stood in front of you, smiling. He reached out, gently taking the paper from your hands, with you still frozen in front of him. His smile stretched out, and he looked at you again, making you finally blink and breathe again.

“I'll pick you up at seven.” He said gently.

"Come on Namjoon, you can date another time, we're late.” The voice of one of his friends said, making him giggle and nod, turn his back and leave the room with his friends.

You just realized that it had been a bad idea after going out with him.

You had never been to a date in your life, and you had no girl friends to help you do the makeup or choose a outfit, so your only salvation was Jimin, your best friend. You called him saying it was an emergency and when he came to your house and you told him what had happened, Jimin wasn’t happy, but he didn’t try to stop you from going to meet him, because he knew how much you liked Namjoon. He helped you choose a outfit in which you look beautiful and comfortable, even though he thinks you look beautiful anyways. He even helped you with makeup, taking your mom's makeup and helping you through, watching some videos on the internet. You couldn’t ask for a better best friend.

Shortly before seven, Jimin left, wishing you luck, and leaving you walking from one side to the other in the room, nervous and anxious. When the doorbell rang and you opened the door, seeing Namjoon standing there in front of you, you hardly believed it was true.

He took you to a party at Jin's house, and as soon as you got out of the car and looked at the amount of people in the house, you began to wonder if it was a good idea to be there, but Namjoon took your hand and said everything would be all right, and you believed it, even though you had the feeling that something was wrong.

You should have trusted that feeling and gone away.

All his friends were very polite to you, which wasn’t the custom. You felt uncomfortable with them, but every time you looked at Namjoon you forgot that bad feeling. He convinced you to dance, and being carried away by the music and the feeling of being in his arms, as he leaned forward to kiss you, you accepted. That was your first kiss, and it was being as you wanted it, it was being special and being with who you wanted to be, with the prince of your fairy tale.

A little later you told him that you would go to the bathroom. When you returned, he was talking to his friends on the porch of the house, with his back to the door and didn’t see you approaching. And the same time they changed the music, Jin said:

"I cannot believe you really kissed that nerd, shit, I can’t believe I lost 20 bucks."

And at that moment you froze in the same place, frowning, not believing what you were hearing. Maybe it was just a joke, but you saw Jin pulling a note out of his pocket and handing it to the laughing Namjoon.

"You have courage, man! To kiss that one, you have to be brave. I admire you." One of his other friends next to him said, patting him on the shoulder.

“I appreciate it, but you still owe me 20 bucks, man.” Namjoon said holding out his hand to the friend who paid him.

You felt your heart ache, as if it had broken into tiny pieces. The butterflies in your stomach were replaced with anguish, and the taste of his kiss on your mouth once sweet, was now bitter. You felt your face burning, and your eyes began to burn, but you only realized that you were crying when the tears began to come down your face and you sobbed. Namjoon heard you and turned back, eyes widening at the sight of you standing there crying. He didn’t say anything, neither did his friends.

You turned away and went out infuriated, but embarrassed and too humiliated to say anything to him. Two days later you were going to live with an aunt in another city, away from all that shame, starting a new life.

When you arrived in front of the hotel where you would be staying, you left the car, going towards the entrance of the place, walking towards the reception, to make your check in, you were so distracted by your cell phone, sending a message to your friend that you did not see that you was approaching the queue for the front desk and slammed into someone's back. Your cell phone fell out of your hand, and the person in front of you turned to you. You were ready to apologize when you saw who he was.

Kim Namjoon, in the flesh. He hadn’t changed much since high school, he remained extremely attractive. And you just realized that you were staring at him like a idiot when he bent down in front of you, taking your cell phone and handing it to you, giving you that smile that one day made your heart beat faster.

“It's all right?” He asked. You took the phone from his hand and nodded, finally managing to move.

“Yeah, sorry I was distracted.” You said, relieved to know that seeing him didn’t do the damage you thought would happen. You were grown up, very well settled in your life, things of the past didn’t affect you anymore and you were happy about it.

“Next.” The receptionist said. It was Namjoon's turn, but instead of going to the front desk, he took a step toward the side still smiling, gesturing for you to pass.

"Ladies first." He said and gave a small smile, you whispered thank you and walked to the counter.

“How can I help?” The receptionist asked, smiling gently.

“I'm on the reserve list for the 2008 graduates." You said taking your ID in the back pocket of your pants and handing it to her.

“Your room is the number 36.  If you need anything, you can talk to me, here's your key." She said and give you a key with the 36th key ring. You thanked her and turned back to get back in the car and get your bag in the trunk.

"You came to the 2008 class reunion?" Namjoon asked, making you stop walking and look at him nodding. He hadn’t recognized you. "I'm sorry, but I remember everyone I studied with, but your face doesn’t come to me.”

"Does the name (Y/N) mean anything?" You asked and he frowned and looked away, seeming to think, and then he looked back at you, wide-eyed and colorless. Now he had remembered you. You were sure of that. You nodded and turned away from the front desk and into the parking lot across the street.

You smiled to see that he really had no more effect on you.

You opened the trunk and pulled the heavy suitcase out, complaining loudly that Hoseok must have put a stone in there instead of your clothes because it was too heavy.

“Need help?” A male voice said behind you, making you hop up and drop the suitcase, letting it fall to the floor. Turning, you came across a gray-haired man, staring at you. His hands were inside the pockets of his pants. He wore dark glasses, a white T-shirt, and black pants. He had thin cheeks and full lips. You stared at him for a few seconds, with the feeling that you already knew him from somewhere. That was when a light went on in your mind and you opened your eyes wide.

“Jimin!” Your voice sounded more excited than expected and a smile took over your face. The boy in front of you smiled as well, taking off his sunglasses and revealing his eye smile. You didn’t hesitate to walk towards him and hug him with all the strength you had. The only person in your teens you missed was him. He hugged you back, pressing your body against his. You missed that, during those 10 years, you could never forget how good it felt to be held by Jimin. He had a hug that could make you forget all your problems, it was like a cure for all your pain.

"You've grown a couple of inches since the last time we met." He said breaking the hug, making you look indignant to him.

“You speak as if you were too high, right Chimmy?”

“Wow, I haven't heard that nickname in years.” He said laughing. “How are you?”

“I'm fine, better than 10 years ago at least.” You laughed scratching the back of your neck. “What about you?”

“I'm fine too… not much better than ten years ago, you know, I missed you.” He said lowering his head, shoving his hands in his pockets again. And that reminded you of the day you left your hometown. You remember that Jimin cried, begging you not to leave. You spent almost two hours hugging on the porch of your house until your mother said it was time to go to the airport. You remember seeing him through the back window of the car, his hands on his face, his swollen red eyes, still sobbing. That broke your heart. You tried to keep in touch, but with college and your new life, keeping in touch with people who didn't live near you was being difficult. You could barely talk to the people around you, let alone those who lived far away.

"I’m sorry." You whispered, lowering your head, feeling the sad memories come back to you.

"It's fine now, I'm glad you're okay, that's all." He said holding your chin and making you raise your head, looking at him again, and at that moment, when your eyes locked, was the moment you felt for Jimin, the same way you once felt for Namjoon. And that made your body tingle. Your heart pounded and your legs trembled, the butterflies were released in your stomach and you can't help but smile and throw yourself into his arms giving him one more hug.

"I missed you, Jimin." You whispered against his chest and he smiled, tightening his hold even more.

"Let's use these days to get back together again. What do you think? Want to be my best friend again?"

"Yes absolutely yes."

After you went to your room, you took a shower and lay in bed to talk to Hoseok who was crazy to know how the trip was going, even if you were there for only a few hours.

"So you met Namjoon again? Was he surprised to see you?" He asked from across the screen in the video call.

"He was. He even lost his face color when he saw who I was." You said laughing. Now you were finding it funny.

“I wanted to be there to see his face. Seriously. Now you have to make him regret doing that shit to you in the past. Rub your beauty and intelligence in his face, throw him to the ground, break his heart, break him in the middle and …”

"Hey Hoseok, take it easy." You said laughing when you saw him waving his hands like he was really strangling someone. He stopped moving and stared at the screen before laughing. “I don't want to show or prove anything to him. I don’t need this. I got over it a long time ago. I just want to take this time to kill my longing for Jimin.”

"The cute boy who was your best friend at school? Is he there too?"

"Yeah, and he's stunning. He's even prettier than before. God. I almost had a heart attack with him." You said smiling as you remembered the hug he had given you.

"Oh, I know that smile. You like him." Hoseok said smiling, making you widen your eyes.

"What? Of course not. I just missed him."

"I know you well enough to know when you're lying to me, (Y/N). You like him."

You sighed.

"Okay, but that makes no difference now. He even asked me if I wanted to be his best friend again. For all I know, he can have a girlfriend, be married and have children, or even be gay." You said with sad eyes, touching Hoseok’s heart.

“You will never know if you don't ask, honey. Then raise your head, wear your sexiest dress, put on your best perfume and call him for a drink. Tomorrow you tell me if he has a girlfriend, is married or gay.” You started to think, but you knew you had nothing to lose. You weren't the same girl ten years ago, you were a grown woman and not a teenager. You could have sex with Jimin if he wanted to. Trying wouldn't hurt you, would it?

After saying goodbye to Hoseok, you called the number Jimin had just given you. You stopped in front of the bedroom window, watching outside while you waited for him to answer.

"Have you missed me?" He said playfully when he answered. You smiled.

"Actually yes ... Hum... Do you want to …"

"I do." He answered without even letting you finish talking, which made you laugh.

"You didn't even hear my whole proposal."

"No matter what it is. If it's with you, I accept everything."

“Oh” That took you by surprise and nearly left you speechless. "Okay. Meet me at the reception seven at night, will you?"

"I'll be there."

And here you were, getting into the elevator to get down to the desk and meet the blonde. You wore a black dress and high heels, because now you were comfortable with your body to wear that kind of clothing, now you loved it, now you knew that the opinions of others were nothing but empty comments. You felt beautiful in that outfit and no one would make you think otherwise. You used the elevator mirror to straighten your hair when the doors opened and Namjoon was there with another man, Seokjin. He was an asshole at the time, but he was still handsome too. They both laughed at something when Namjoon looked at the elevator and saw you there, with your back to him, fidgeting with your hair. He looked you up and down, seeing how that dress accentuated your ass and he just stopped breathing for a few seconds.

Jin noticed his friend's change and looked at the elevator just as you looked at them through the reflection of the mirror, causing you to jump with fright and turn around at once. You said nothing, nor did Namjoon. Jin just stared at both of you, and seeing that his friend wouldn't react, he grabbed the boy's arm and pulled him into the elevator before the doors closed. He kept staring at you from head to toe, making you feel embarrassed and wanting to get in a hole.

"If you keep staring at her like that, you'll scare the girl, you idiot." Seokjin whispered to the other boy, as if you couldn't hear him. But that seemed to activate something inside him that cleared his throat and shook his head.

"I'm sorry ... It's just wow, you look beautiful, (Y/N)." Namjoon said and you bit your lip, shaking your head and thanking him.

"Thanks."

"Wait ... (Y/N)?" Seokjin said with a frown drawing his attention. "Are you the girl at that bet? From ten years ago?" Namjoon shot him a look, as if threatening him with death as soon as he heard the words that came out of Seokjin's mouth. You bowed your head, once again feeling ashamed of what had happened in the past. Jin noticed the stupid thing he had done and hurried to apologize. "Oh, I'm sorry ... I shouldn't have touched on that subject. I'm sorry, (Y/N). I'm sorry about that and making that stupid bet. You're a nice girl, you didn't deserve to have gone through that because of a bunch of assholes teenagers.”

"I owe you an apology too, I shouldn't have done that to you." Namjoon said with a guilty expression on his face, putting his hands in his pockets.

"I appreciate your apologizing, but honestly it doesn't matter anymore." You said confident without stuttering in front of him for the first time in your life. "I don't keep past hurts."

"Oh, that's great." Namjoon said smiling. So the elevator door opened, showing the reception. You beckoned to them and came out of the elevator, being followed by them. You looked around the room, not finding Jimin around and looked in the clock, it was still five minutes to seven at night. "Seokjin and I were going to dinner at a nearby restaurant. Since the misunderstandings are gone and we all agree that the past is in the past, what do you think about coming with us?" He asked and you looked at him, who hoped you would accept.

"No, thanks. I'm waiting for a friend."

"We can all hang out together." Seokjin said making you look at him. "After all, we're here for the graduates' meeting. To remember old friendships, I'm sure your friend won't mind me and Namjoon coming together with you."

"Well, your certainty is wrong," Jimin's voice said behind you. Turning back, he was walking toward you and stood beside you with his arms crossed looking at the two boys. He wore a shirt and black pants. The ripped pants on the thighs and a sneaker of the same color. He was breathtaking and that's what happened. You had to hold your breath for a few seconds to avoid freaking out over that man's beauty. From the seriousness he carried on his face, he wasn't happy at all. "We weren’t friends at school and it will not be now that we will begin to be, not after what you did to her. So yes, I will care if you come with us to the point that I'll want to punch you in the face again, Namjoon." You frowned. Again? Did Jimin hit Namjoon? When? You thought.

"Jimin. I didn’t know you had come to the meeting as well." Namjoon said with some anger in his voice. Jimin laughed scornfully.

"Now you know," he said and so uncrossed his arms, surprising you by wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. He then looked at you and smiled sweetly. "Can we go? I bet you're starving just like me." Oh, you were starving, but it wasn't for food, it was for him. You had never seen Jimin impose himself like that, and that was honestly hot as fuck.

"Yeah I am." You said controlling your breathing that was threatening to get ragged by his fingers tightening around your waist and your face being so close to his.

You just waved at the other two guys so Jimin led you to the exit. Namjoon stared at both of you until you were past the door and out of his sight. He was angry. Jimin had hurt his ego by being petulant with him in front of you and taking you away. He could have made you go out with him so he could apologize more intimately if it weren't for the other guy. But he still had a chance. Namjoon grinned, looking to nowhere and Seokjin noticed, worrying at the same moment.

"Oh no, you're up to something. What is it?"

"I'll take her to my bed, trust me." He said making Seokjin shake his head in disapproval.

"We're not in high school anymore, Namjoon. We're adults. You can't be telling me you're going to try to seduce her just because she said no to you."

"Not because she said no to me, but because of him. See how he held her? Like she was his? At school she would do everything for me and now she ditch me because of him?" He said nonconformist. Jin just threw his hands at each other, knowing it would be no use arguing with his friend.

"Whatever you say, Namjoon, but if you are a jerk to her and he beat you because of it, I will not go in the middle to prevent him split you in half."

You and Jimin ended up going to a bar, having a few drinks and talking, and even though you talked about a lot of different things on the way there, you couldn't stop thinking about what he had said.

"What is on your mind?" He asked as you stood staring at a specific corner of the bar. When your eyes traveled to him, he was with his arms resting on the table, looking sweetly at you.  You wondered if you really should ask.

"Did you ... hit Namjoon?"

Jimin seemed disconcerted and just looked elsewhere. He sighed and took a sip of his drink before he started talking.

“The day you left, I was walking around town when I saw him with Seokjin in the park. I was so upset, so hurt that you were gone, and so angry with him that he was the reason you moved, that when I realize, I was on him, punching his face with all my strength.” Your chin almost hit the floor. You had never imagined that Jimin would have the courage to hit anyone. "He was lucky Jin held me and took me off him because I know that I would have killed him. Because he took me the most important person in my life. He hurt the person I loved the most."

“I’m so sorry, Jimin.” You whispered taking his hands and caressing it. You didn't know you had hurt him that way. "I shouldn't have left, I should have faced all that, I shouldn't have run away like a coward. I'm so sorry for hurting you.” Jimin smiled and put his hand over yours.

"It's fine. You're here now. Back to me." You smiled, glad to know he didn't feel bad about all that. "How about dancing?" He asked getting up and making you smile as he pulled you along to dance a not so slow song that played.

After a few drinks, you and he were already laughing out of nowhere and talking bullshit. The bar was full, as it should be on a Friday night. The songs they played were upbeat and made you feel like dancing, and if there was one thing you had learned in this life was that you should do what you wanted, then you two danced wildly together.

“Woah, we're half way there, woah, livin' on a prayer, take my hand, we'll make it I swear, woah, livin' on a prayer, Livin' on a prayer...” You and half of the bar sang screaming along with Bon Jovi's voice, and that reminded you a lot of your teenage years with Jimin, when you ran away from home late at night to walk the streets, singing your favorite songs aloud. Honestly, it was just the good things you used to remember, not the bad things.

Jimin laughed and approached you, daring to put his hands on your waist as you rocked your bodies from side to side. When the music changed, the rhythm changed totally. From Rock went to a sensual pop. From Bon Jovi went to Selena Gomez and you looked excitedly at Jimin.

“All of the downs and the uppers, keep making love to each other. And I'm trying, trying, I'm trying, but I...” You sang and held Jimin's shirt, pulling him once against you, making him widen his eyes and laugh in surprise. "Can't keep my hands to myself." He laughed shaking his shoulders and held your waist dancing the beat of the music with you. It was as if you had never said goodbye to each other, as if you hadn’t gone ten years without seeing each other, without speaking to each other. Everything was wonderful that way and at that moment you didn't remember anything anymore. You didn't care about the meeting the next day, you didn't care about Namjoon, you didn't care about Seokjin, you only wanted to spend the night with Jimin.

"Can I ask you something?" He said in your ear as you still danced. You shook your head nodding. "Do you still feel something for Namjoon? I saw the way he was looking at you today and I saw how you were while talking to him.”

"No Jimin, I don't feel anything for Namjoon." You said it without thinking about it. Jimin arched eyebrow.

"You sure about that? Or you’re just telling me that to not hurt me?"

“Jimin...”

"I'm in love with you since we met in junior high school." Jimin cut off you words and said. You widened your eyes, staring at him, stepping back, pulling back far enough to see him better, but not taking you arms from his shoulders. “You have no idea how I hated it every time you cried over that asshole. And when you left because of him... Damn... He was such a jerk to you ten years ago and today he was there, staring at you like… like he had a chance to put his hands back on you, and it left me... it makes me possessed.” He sighed, his jaw clenched tightening his fingers on your waist. “I just don't want you to get hurt again, (Y/N).” He said staring into your eyes, seriousness in his eyes. “And I don't want to hurt myself either.”

"I would never hurt you, Jimin." You said with low eyebrows, touching his face and caressing him. "I really didn't know that you… I didn't know you liked me… Back then I never thought anyone would ever like me…"

"Because you were stupid enough to hear someone else's comments, (Y/N). You were beautiful, you are beautiful. And any man who has ever passed in your life who has failed to stay, is because they are all assholes, because besides you being beautiful on the outside, you're wonderful on the inside…" He looked away. "If only I had the chance to make you stay with me…"

"You have." You said interrupting him. Jimin looked at you again. "You have this chance, and you're wasting it talking about the past that won't change, but the future can be changed, it's just up to you."

He brought one hand to the back of your neck, kissing you fiercely. His tongue explored your mouth and his fingers almost pierced your skin in a grip that wasn't uncomfortable at the moment, but you knew the next day would leave purple marks on your skin, but fuck it, you weren’t caring about it.

You two parted the kiss, giving three pecks, then looked at each other and started laughing as if you had just heard the funniest joke in the world.

“Finally oh my god.” He said laughing out loud.

The night would not end there. You stopped drinking, paid the bill and left the bar. You were both drunk to drive, so you just left Jimin's car there and walked back to the hotel. You had already taken off your heels and your hair was all messed up, just like the makeup you had done. No more lipstick on your lips and your mascara was messed, but none of that mattered to both of you. Jimin's hair was also all messed up and it made him even sexier, so every time you looked at him, you kissed him.

The walk to the hotel that was supposed to take less than an hour took almost three hours, because you always stopped to kiss against a wall, deviated the way, immersed in your joy while singing and dancing songs like Glad you came and All the Small things.

When you get to your room, after he locks the door behind you, you jumped into Jimin's lap that carried you to the bed, where he laid you down and climbed over you, taking off his shirt and tossing it somewhere. He lifted your dress and stroked your thighs, pushing his hips against yours, letting his cock brush your pussy over your panties. You tucked your fingers in his hair, messing them up even more as he ran kisses down your neck, leaving wet red marks everywhere his lips touched.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and spun on the bed, getting over him. Jimin sat with you on his lap, kissing your neck, his hands on your waist, making you move back and forth on his lap. You threw your head back, giving more room for him to kiss you as you brought your hands to your back, unzipping your dress, dropping it to your waist.

"Your breasts are beautiful." He said pulling your bra down, holding your breasts and giving kisses over them, making you moan and smile at the same time. You put your hand under you, holding his member over his pants and stroking it while the other hand stayed in his hair.

After unbuttoning your bra and tossing it to the floor, Jimin spun on the bed and laid your back on the mattress and knelt between your legs, pulling your dress down. You put your two feet on his shoulders and smirked. Jimin smiled wickedly, his eyes covered with desire, and his fingers landed on your panties, sliding it over your legs before throwing it to the floor.

“Just look how wet you are.” He whispered looking at your pussy. He stroked the entrance with two fingers, making you arch your back. He smiled and ran his wet fingers up your clit, watching calmly as you threw your head back and moaned at the contact of his cold fingers with your warm intimacy. “Say my name.” He asked softly, making your body shiver.

"Jimin." You moaned in a hoarse voice, making Jimin's cock roll inside his underwear.

"Fuck. Say it again."

"Jimin, please" You moaned again, squinting. Satisfied, Jimin lay on the bed with his head between your legs. When his tongue touched you, you moaned loudly as he brushed your pussy with his tongue and sucked your clit, making you even more aroused. You lightly gripped his hair while trying your best to keep your hips still, but it was almost impossible. You wanted more. “Please.” You whispered and Jimin laughed against your pussy, making you arch your back when his breath met your clit.

Suddenly he got up and lay beside you on the bed.

“Come here, sit on my face." He said, and you were confused for a few seconds, wondering if you should do that, but the alcohol in your blood wouldn't let you say no. You got up and crawled over to him, climbing on top of him and resting your hands on the headboard. As soon as his tongue touched you, you pressed your fingers to the headboard and threw your head back.

“God.” You moaned. His hands caressed your body until they were resting on your breasts, caressing them, squeezing them, gently pinching your nipples, until you cannot hold and move on his mouth. You could feel your orgasm coming and as soon as you opened your eyes and looked down, meeting those eyes full of desire, your pussy contracted, missing something. Your breathing started to grow heavy and you couldn't take your eyes off him, so sexy between your legs, lust spilling through his eyes, his hungry mouth swallowing all of you. "Jimin," you cried as you felt the orgasm hit you, making Jimin growl as he heard you moan his name.

You gasped and swallowed, his hands went to your hips and you fell back beside him. He stood for a moment just to take off his last pieces of clothing, but soon he was over you again. He kissed you, letting you taste yourself, positioning himself and finally burying himself in you, grunting all the way until he was totally inside you.

"Fuck, baby." He said moving his hips slowly toward yours. "All these years, always wondering what it would be like to have you just for me and now ... God ... I love it."

His movements increased. One of his hands gripped your thigh as he thrust into you, staring into your eyes. You pulled his neck and kissed him hard. His movements grew stronger and your screams were drowned out by his mouth on yours. Your body arched on the bed as he gripped your shoulders and stuck his face into your neck, moving his hips hard against yours.

“Oh my god, Jimin. Yes.”

“Yes babe? You like that, hm?” He asked rising above you, gripping the headboard with one hand while the other held your waist.

“Harder, babe.”

Jimin smirked. He then grabbed your waist, spinning you over on the bed and laying you face down. He held your arms outstretched on the bed and slammed into you, making you scream, not even caring that the walls were thin and you had neighbors up, down, in front, and on either side who could wake up with your screams of pleasure.

"Fuck," you shouted, feeling your whole body tremble, with orgasm engulfing you.

"You like it hard," he growled as he thrust hard. He knew you had already come, he felt your pussy clenching around him, but he was unable to stop, taken by the pleasure of doing something he had waited for so long. One of his hands went under you and touched your clit. You were sensitive, you wanted him to stop, but at the same time you didn't want to. You felt your legs weaken, but Jimin's loud moans made you even more aroused. Having him on top of you, penetrating your pussy, going deep, making you go to heaven and hell at the same time, was the best feeling you could ever feel.

“Oh shit." He gasped, resting both hands beside your body on the bed and thrusting hard until he finally let out a grunt and fell on you, his breath heavy and sweat dripping down his face as he came inside you. "My goodness, you will be my death." He said smiling, making you laugh too and give him a peck. "Fuck, I didn't use a condom." He said getting up and hovering over you as you turned to stand with your back on the mattress.

"I use an IUD, I won't get pregnant, don't worry. And I'm clean, you're the first guy I've fucked in 10 years without a condom."

"I don't care if you get pregnant." He said with a shrug. "I would like to have a child with you."

"My goodness, Jimin. We just had sex for the first time. I think talking about children is a little early, but yeah I would also like to have a child with you." You said smiling and he laughed lying over you and giving you kisses over your face.

"How about we take a shower and get ready for another round?"

The next day, Jimin stayed in your room until the afternoon, when he had to go out to get his car and also to get ready for the party. You were nervous, nervous about having to be in the same place as all those people again knowing that most of them hated you at school just because you were smarter than them and not because you did something bad. But with luck, they wouldn't even remember who you were. You would just stay there for a while, greet your former teachers, and then leave to be with Jimin.

Yeah, Jimin. He was what mattered on this trip.

You wore a wine dress that was not too short, it caught just above your knees and put on a black high heel. You didn't overdo your makeup because you didn't want to get attention and waited anxiously for half past eight when Jimin knocked on your door to take you to the ball. The ball would take place in a ballroom a few blocks away. When Jimin parked the car, you watched all those people going in and you recognized most of them, your former classmates who mocked you for pimples on your face. You hated them.

"If you don't want to come in, we don't have to. We can leave." Jimin said calmly by his side. You denied it.

"Its okay. I want to do this."He nodded and so you left, you put your arm around his arm and so walked to the entrance where everyone had to sign a presence notebook. The room was large and decorated in gray, red and black. There were balloons on all sides, the tables had white and red roses on them, and there was a red carpet right in the middle of the room that led up a staircase to the improvised stage. There were tables in the back of the room with food and drink, there was a bar where a bartender was to make mixed drinks.

Jimin found an empty table in the corner of the room, it was a more reserved place so you sat down. It didn't take long for some people to start looking at you, wondering who you were, but you just ignored them by continuing to talk to Jimin. Attention came out of you as Namjoon entered the room, followed by his old group of friends from school. They were still as popular as before. He looked toward you and smiled waving at you before walking and sitting at a table right in front of the stage. Of course. He always liked the attention.

Shortly after nine o'clock, finally the doors were closed and the ceremony would begin. Your former chemistry teacher, Jongdae, was the one who got on stage to start talking. His speech was not long, but you panicked when on the screen behind him came a picture of the class of 2008, your class. You were in the background as always, wearing your round glasses, and Jimin was by your side in the picture, with his arm around your neck. You remembered that day. You hated taking pictures because you felt uncomfortable, so he hugged you so you could felt better. He always took care of you.

He then started calling the old students one by one to the stage to talk about their lives now and then you became even more worried. You didn't know you would have to talk on a stage with all those people watching you. Namjoon was the next person he called, and everyone clapped as he got up and walked elegantly to the stage.

"Kim Namjoon. The president of the class of 2008. How is your life? What have you been doing these 10 years?"

"First, hello everyone. Mr. Jongdae is a pleasure to see you after all this time." He said taking the microphone, waving to the audience and then shaking Jongdae's hand. "Well, I majored in law and I'm a lawyer. But I'm working to be a judge in the future."

"Wow, I knew you would be great in your future, Namjoon. Congratulations." Jongdae congratulated him. "But I believe your love life has evolved too, right?"

"Not much actually." He said smiling, bewildered. "I don't have much time to date and I can't find any girl who fits my standards either. It is very rare to find a girl who is smart and not spoiled today. Most of the girls I date just want to be with me for my money and I don't want someone to be with me for my bank account but for the person I am. So I'm pretty lonely." The audience – the women actually – did a ‘Own’ when they heard him say that, while Jimin just rolled his eyes in annoyance. "I mean, I found one a long time ago, but I was a jerk with her." And his eyes fell on you. making you frown.

"Why the hell is he looking at you?" Jimin asked quietly, annoyed.

"I was a kid, I played with her feelings, I broke her heart and made her cry. Today I regret so much that i was so bad for her. And I think if I hadn't done that, today we could being married and having children because I've always liked her so much. I still like her, to tell the truth. " He confessed and you widened your eyes, covering your mouth with your hands in surprise, as Jimin clenched his fists, looking toward Namjoon as if at any moment he would jump his neck to kill him. "If she gave me another chance, I could show her that I'm not the same asshole I was before."

"I will kill him." Jimin said threatening to get up, but you held him so that he remained seated.

"Hey, calm down." You whispered.

"Can't you see he's trying to make you change your mind about him?" He whispered back, pointing accusingly at the stage where Namjoon was still talking to Jongdae.

"No matter what he's trying to do, Jimin, I already said he doesn't matter in my life and I just want you. So please don't make a scandal.” Seeing the sincerity in your eyes, Jimin sighed and nodded, mentally ordering his heart to calm down. So he leaned back in his chair and looked back at the stage, seeing Namjoon coming down from it and sitting at his desk, quiet, as if he hadn’t just ‘declared’ himself to someone.

"Okay, next on our interview list is my favorite student. (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." When he said your name, you shrank back in your chair, with your head on Jimin's shoulder, waiting for him to think you were gone, while the other people looked around for you. "I know you're here, (Y/N). No need to be embarrassed." Jongdae smiled sweetly on the stage, also looking around for you. He was always a great teacher, always tried to defend you against the stupid students, you liked him.

"If you don't want to go, fine." Jimin whispered to you. "But if you choose to go, if you need help, just look at me. I'll be here all the time."

You sighed and nodded. Finally taking courage, you stood up and everyone stared at you in silence. You could see that many were surprised to see you, because most of them had not recognized you. Your former teacher smiled as you walked down the red carpet toward the stage. He even offered his hand to help you up the stairs.

"Here's my dear (Y/N). One of the best students I've ever had and still being my favorite. From the amount of intelligence in your brain I venture to say that you've become a scientist."

He handed you a microphone, and you took a deep breath before answering.

"Actually, I'm an architect." You said smiling at him, not wanting to look at the audience.

"This is as amazing as being a scientist. But tell me, you weren't at the prom. I remember the principal informed you that you had taken your degree and left school early."

"Yeah, I ended up having to move in with my aunt sooner than I expected."

"Excuse me." A girl's voice caught your eye, making you look at the audience. A blonde girl, you didn't remember her name exactly, but you knew she was one of those who bullied you, has a hand up. "I don't remember you. You shouldn't be very popular because I remember everyone and…"

"I wasn’t popular." You interrupted her. "I was the round glasses girl you mocked." You said pointing to yourself in the picture on the screen behind you, making them start muttering. At a glance you can see Namjoon lowering his head.

“What about your love life, (Y/N)? Is there anyone who has won your heart?” Jongdae asked, changing the subject. You looked at Jimin. He smiled and nodded, as if he knew what you wanted to say and giving you permission to speak.

"Yes, I have a boyfriend." You said, and just as Jimin smiled proudly, Namjoon lifted his head at once, staring at you with confusion on his face.

"That's wonderful. And is he here?" The teacher asked excitedly and you looked back at Jimin who again nodded, giving you permission to speak.

"Yes, he is. You know him. He was from the 2008 class too." And confused murmurings came from among the people who were there, wondering who this boy was. Namjoon was restless, looking at you like you had thrust a knife into him.

"Really? Then call him. I'm interested in meeting the lucky one."

"Babe." You called for Jimin who got up happy and proud to be introduced to all those assholes he hated, like his boyfriend. He walked excitedly across the carpet, and climbed onto the stage, stopping by your side, hugging you around the waist. Jongdae grinned at the sight of him.

"But of course it would be Park Jimin. You were always together at school.. Even those who didn't know you knew you would end up together."

"Yeah, I'm the luckiest guy in the world." Jimin said giving you a kiss on the forehead, making you embarrassed and hiding your face in his chest.

During the time you were at the party, you kept as far away from Namjoon as possible. You didn't want to talk to him, and tried not to let others get close to you either. You told Jimin that you would go to the bathroom and then wanted to leave, so he went to wait for you in the car. When you came out of the bathroom, you almost had a heart attack by bumping into Namjoon who was waiting for you at the door.

"What the fuck, Namjoon!" You exclaimed stepping back and stepping away from him.

"I didn't mean to scare you, sorry." He said and by his voice you realized he was a little drunk. "I just wanted to talk to you."

"We have nothing to talk about." You said walking past him, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "Hey …"

"Why are you doing this? You like me, so why are you kicking me to stick with that dwarf project?"

"First, let me go." You said pulling your arm hard, letting go and stepping back away from him. "Second, I don't like you, Namjoon. I did like you ten years ago, when you placed a bet with your friends that you could kiss the weird nerd and break her heart."

“I was a jerk, okay? A kid. I should never have done that… I went to school the next day to apologize to you, but you weren't there, and the other day, I went to your house and your parents said you had moved ... I was an asshole, I just ... I'm sorry.”

“It doesn't matter to me anymore, Namjoon. I don't care about you or your apologies. I'm a fucking grown woman, I don't keep past hurts and I know what I want, and I want nothing to do with you.” You said. Namjoon seemed taken aback by your words, his cheeks reddening as if embarrassed, as if he didn't expect you to sound so rude. And without further ado, you walked away, past the people in the hall and out.

You were walking toward the car that was in the parking lot when someone grabs your arm, forcing you to stop and turn back. Namjoon was really upset.

"You can't be serious. I pretty declared myself to you on that stage."

"I don’t care, damn it. Let me go." You said trying to break free, but he just held you tighter.

"I won't let you go until you tell me ..." He didn't finish what he was saying as Jimin's fist connected with his cheek, causing Namjoon to let you go and fall back on the floor, grunting.

Jimin hugged you, pulling you against his chest as your body tremble.

"Never put your hands on her again, Namjoon." He shouted angrily. "You will never make this girl suffer again."

Namjoon's friends showed up to help you get up while you and Jimin got in the car and drove away.

The ride back to the hotel was quiet, and when you reached your room and sat on your bed, Jimin stroked your hair.

"Are you alright?”

You smiled and nodded.

"Just tired. Can we sleep?"

"Of course dear."

A month had passed since you had returned from the trip. You and Jimin tried to talk to each other every day, but it wasn't always possible. You missed him. There were days when you couldn't even work properly, just wondering when you could see him again.

It was raining. It was a Friday night and Hoseok had called you to sleep at his house to watch movies, but you preferred to stay home and try to talk to Jimin, but he just didn't answer the phone.

You sighed hopelessly and flopped onto your back in the sofa, thinking. That's when your doorbell rang and you sat at once, staring at the door. Who was there at that time? You got up and walked to the door, looking through the peephole. You screamed when you saw who was there, soaking wet.

"Jimin." You shouted opening the door and jumping on the boy, not caring that he was all wet. He laughed and accepted your hug with pleasure, squeezing you tightly.

"Surprise." He said still laughing, putting you on the floor.

"What are you doing here? I mean, I'm glad you are, but you could have told me. I could have picked you up... What are all these bags?" You asked when you realized that he was surrounded by suitcases.

"Well... Remember I told you my boss wanted to transfer me to one of his branches to be vice president?" You nodded. "Well, the branch is here, in this city ... So I technically live in this city from today on. And well... I kind of don't have a place to live yet, and I was wondering if I can't live with you for a few days... "

"A few days? Of course not Jimin, you'll live here forever. With me. Of course you can stay here. Oh my god, I love you." You screamed jumping on him again and filling him with kisses.

“I love you too, babe.” He said giving you a kiss that made your whole body heat up. "Now we can come in and make a baby, what do you think?"

"It’s the best idea I heard today."

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- Dear Namjoon (SMUT 🔞)|fluff & angst

↳ "I won't tell him" those four words made him smirk. "you won't tell him that one of his best friends has the hots for his little sister?" his breathe tickles your nose, you blush at his words making him sneer at your reaction, shaking your head.

"words" he pinches your thigh, as his hand makes it's way underneath your skirt. "No I won't tell him" you whine, you could feel yourself vulnerable with every touch, that you'd agree to anything he asked from you.

"good girl"

Main Chapters: Index

- D E E P (SMUT 🔞) | fluff, angst, best friends, fake dating, slow burn

↳ "but you guys are just fuck buddies" I speak up, making him smirk "it's called killing time, they know what they get into when they come to me"

"if you're just doing it to kill time, then do it with me"

Main chapters: index

- S N A T C H (SMUT 🔞) | gang au, angst

↳ Your father became the chief of police after he intercepted the ranks of the most influential gang. After six years of being in prison, Min yoongi escapes and has one goal in mind before he goes back into business. He's gonna get his revenge on the man who betrayed him and got him locked up. He was going to take the one thing that mattered to him the most; his daughter.

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✧ Dear Namjoon (namjoon)

series; not completed | angst, smut, brothers best friend , namjoon fanfic -synopsis; You move in with your father and brother while your mother is away, one of you're brother's best friends becomes interested in you but you're relationship has to be kept a secret. index

✧ DEEP

Series; not completed | angst, smut, fake dating, contract, yoongi fanfic - synopsis; you're in love with your childhood friend but he does not see you more than just a friend. One day you ask him to be more than just friends, he agrees. index

✧ Snatch

Series; not completed | only available on AO3 | mafia au, smut, content warning, yoongi fanfic - synopsis; your father becomes an undercover cop and succeeds in locking up one of the most wanted criminal, only for him to escape prison and come after you in order to return your father the favor.

✧ Snatch (alternative version)

Series; not completed | only available on AO3 | mafia au, smut, content warning, yoongi fanfic - synopsis; your father becomes an undercover cop and succeeds in locking up one of the most wanted criminal, only for him to escape prison and come after you in order to return your father the favor. index

✧ Blue Heart

Series; discontinued | only available on AO3 | fluff, smut, establish relationship, jungkook fanfic - synopsis; after moving into your new neighborhood you encounter your neighbor who is the same age and grade as you. He discovers your secrets and falls in love with everything you hate about yourself.

✧ Kalopsia (not released yet)

series; wip | smut, pregnancy, arranged marriage - synopsis; index

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series; wip | smut, gang au, gun violance - synopsis; you run a cafe, live in a quiet city. you're life is normal just as everyone else, but not everyone seems to be who they seem. what do you do when your soulmate appears again and pulls you back into the world you had been running from for six years. Chapter 1

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✧ Pairing: Jungkook x reader

✧ warning(s): explicit language, suggestive content, mature content

✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,fake dating au,contract

✧ synopsis; you run a cafe, live in a quiet city. you're life is normal just as everyone else, but not everyone seems to be who they seem. what do you do when your soulmate appears again and pulls you back into the world you had been running from for six years.

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burn my soul | 02

-> Pairing. Jimin x reader

-> Genre. idol!jimin, aspiring singer!reader, strangers to lovers au, hurt/comfort, implied mention of mental health disorders (yes, Jimin is sad but he gets happier I promise), sadness sadness sadness, Jimin is really burned out :((, mentions obsessive thoughts, kinda depressed characters, breaking down (a lot of that), once again namjoon always finds the right words when someone feels down

-> Summary. after hurting his shoulder during their last concert, Jimin takes time to recover but things go downhill for him when he can't seem to find any reason to smile...

-> Word count. 3.5k

-> wooh finally!! I'm super happy to be done with this chapter, it took me so much time to get myself to finish to write it because I really struggled with the last part. It was really hard to write about "depression" without romanticising the whole thing, but I tried to make everything as accurate as possible based off a lot of reading and my own experience with burnout and other things as such to make it seem more real,,, let's just say that this won't be the happiest chapter you'll read in this series

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[The morning after the concert]

Waking up is never easy. It rips you out of your dream world and throws you back into reality.

As Jimin opens his eyes, all of his pain comes back and hits him like a truck. In all honesty, he feels and looks miserable. His throat is burning, his shoulder throbbing… it seems like he just came back from the dead, looking completely washed-out.

The others can't help but notice how bad and ill their friend looks. Jungkook immediately calls a doctor.

His diagnosis was clear, Jimin needed at least three weeks of rest in order to allow his shoulder to heal. Thankfully, after the tour they just did, the group got a little break to recharge and rest

However, he wanted anything but rest right now. His thoughts were getting the best of him and not doing anything would certainly not help the situation.

And so, whenever he was awake, he kept busying his mind with work and other activities. If a nurse wasn’t taking care of his shoulder, Jimin would bury his nose in a book, write new lyrics, compose a backing track or even try to practice a new choreography to the best of his abilities. By doing so many things related to his work, Jimin started to hope that he will never have to be unhappy about it again; that he would love his life once again.

Maybe he was pushing it a little bit…

Anything to keep his train of thought quiet.

The funny thing with life is that it never goes as planned.

Nothing you can imagine or want will arrive the way you hoped it would.

Just like you cannot prepare yourself to fall, nobody imagined that Jimin's condition would start getting worse.

We are not talking about his shoulder here. This would be too easy. To be honest, it healed pretty well throughout their small vacation. He still needed some rest because his moves were stiff but the pain was almost completely gone.

But maybe… maybe the shoulder was the trigger.

Jimin’s mental health was declining. Whatever was going inside his head has obviously been eating him up and anything he tried to make the situation better didn’t help. Especially considering the fact that the group started promoting their new single as soon as the break ended.

Great. Amazing.

After all, that’s what his life is about and, just like everyone says, it’s just a bad phase and it will go away. As a singer and performer, he has to show only the good in his life.

Smiles and glitters, sparkles, and laughter.

However, if his smile and perfect behaviour could fool the cameras, it certainly can’t mistake his best friends.

While Jimin was trying his best to conceal his pain and act fine in front of everyone, they all could notice something was wrong. Their ball of laughter and warmth was deteriorating, losing its colours day by day and there was nothing they could do to help.

The only times Jimin seemed happy were in front of cameras during promotions. It was all fake though, they all knew it.

“So, tell us, what is this latest song you released about ?”

The interviewers ask the same questions every time. It’s getting repetitive but that's part of the job… Jimin wonders how Namjoon never gets tired of telling the same answers over and over again.

“Well, we decided to call this new song ‘Dream’. I would say it is dedicated to both the fans and our group members. It’s kind of a story made into a song. On one side, it thanks everyone who helped us reach our dreams and go higher than we ever expected and, on the other… well.. we are wondering what our dreams are now. What we want to do and aspire to become… we grew a lot in the past few years and now we are starting to ask ourselves what is next. What we wanna become and the things we’d like to do. Also, it is meant to encourage everyone who has a dream to pursue it. The situation might seem hopeless right now but, look at where we are now? We used to think we were a lost cause but kept working and now we accomplished much more we could’ve ever dreamed of.

I hope our fans can understand the meaning of this song and use it as a motivation to follow their dreams as well.”

“That sounds really amazing and inspiring !! I would ask you more questions but I think everyone wants to hear you sing now. I’ll see you all after your performance!”

The interviewer smiles.

“For sure!” Namjoon bows lightly and the lights go off. Jimin’s smile falters

The performance was recorded beforehand so everyone just waited for it to air on the public’s tv before moving on with the interview.

You could hear most people quietly chatting while the music played in the background.

Dream was a calm and comforting song. Jimin really liked it. It made him feel somewhat peaceful for the time of one song. He hopes everyone could feel the same while listening to it. A bit of healing in this harsh world.

While the other members talk amongst themselves or watch the performance onscreen (or do both), Taehyung bends down to reach Jimin’s ear. “Hey, you okay?” He murmurs. Jimin only nods to answer and offers him a sweet smile. He tries to question further but the makeup artists arrive and start doing some touch-ups on everyone’s face before the show starts again.

Eventually, the song comes to an end and the lights go back. Everyone in the studio quietens and the cameras start rolling once again.

“What a lovely performance you gave us !” The interviewer says. They all smile and thank her.

Yoongi grabs a microphone and speaks up “ I- um, I would also like to say that Jimin helped in producing this song. We worked on it while we were on tour and he gave us a lot of good ideas that we added to the song”

Jimin turns to Yoongi, trying to not look too surprised. Everyone is looking at him. Marvelous. He reluctantly grabs his microphone a bit tighter, preparing himself to answer any questions that are coming. His smile becomes wider and he straightens himself on the chair.

“ Oh really? I trust it’s not the first time he is helping you write a song, right?”

- Yes, I’ve already helped a few times with some lyrics in the past. Nothing much honestly… Rm, Suga and J-hope do the biggest work here… I’m very thankful they let me be part of this song.”

- We hope to see you composing songs again soon. Maybe even release your own songs…”

The interviewer smiles. Of course she would say this. Everyone is wondering when is Jimin going to release a mixtape. A few days ago, Jungkook went live and briefly talked about how Jimin had been working hard on writing songs and composing. Almost instantly, his name was trending on every platform and people started to wonder if he would release an album anytime soon. It’s a hot topic nowadays. However, Jimin doesn’t really want to be the talk of the show. He needs more rest. He just wants peace. His mouth goes dry and another member saves him from the embarrassing silence that’s about to come.

“Jimin actively started songwriting during our break and he’s very talented.” J-hope says “I hope we will get to hear more of his work”

“Yes, he often comes to see me when he needs help to fix some lyrics. He’s really talented” Namjoon adds. That last comment makes Jimin smile.

The host seems pleased with what she just heard and moves forward with the interview.

“Jimin, I think you should start considering dropping an album or a song anytime soon. In the next two months it’d be great” Sejin, one of the group's managers, says.

A few days after the interview, he called Jimin, Namjoon and some of the production team members for a meeting.

Jimin sighs. He knows that the manager isn’t actually asking for his opinion and is just telling him what he has to do. The room goes silent.

“I know you haven’t been doing well these days but I think it would be good for you and the group if you released something. Remember when you uploaded Promise everyone talked about it”

Good for me or good for my public image?

“ You should give it a try Jimin. Last time I told you songwriting could help you come at peace with some unspoken feeling… maybe it’ll work again this time” Namjoon reassured him

Talking about releasing new songs and promoting when his mind is wandering around dark places isn't ideal. He doesn’t want to release a bad song because his feelings are drowned in sadness. What if he does something wrong and gets hated for that? Maybe he should stop singing. Maybe he’s not that talented after all. He shakes his head and drinks some of the water he brought with him. His mouth ran dry.

“I don’t know… I’m not feeling it. I could send you what I’ve worked on so far and you tell me what you think. Would that be okay ?” Jimin proposes something that would satisfy everything and allow him to get over with this meeting as soon as possible.

Sejin nodded. “I’ll be looking forward to that. Be sure to stay in touch with the producing and composing teams. I’m sure you will do something amazing. Jimin. You can go now. Thank you all for coming today.”

Everyone bows and makes their way to the door except for Namjoon and Sejin who are still at the table.

“ Would you mind going without me ? I need to talk to about manager before leaving.” Namjoon asks Jimin and the latter nods before leaving the room.

The night is particularly cold for the early fall. The cold air brushing against Jimin’s cheeks as he wanders is somehow soothing. His warm tears slowly turn clod as they roll down his cheeks.

Jimin hugs his jacket a bit more tightly around him. He didn’t think it would be this cold outside when he decided to go for a walk earlier tonight but he didn’t want his friends to see him cry like that either. They looked worried enough about him already, no need for them to witness this.

With the back of his hand, Jimin wipes the wetness off of his face then buries both hands in his pockets and sighs.

It’s not the first time Jimin comes here. Whenever he needs to be alone, really alone, this is where he is.

Truth to be told, the garden of The Hill looks really gorgeous. Even more during the night, when the only thing you can hear is the sound of the water fountain.

It’s a great place to escape his hectic life. To run away from his responsibilities. Run away…

Jimin just walks around the place, thinking. He has been thinking so much lately, too much. He looks at the flower while doing so, details their perfect petals and immaculate colors. They all fall in place together, make sense.

Unlike him.

As he looks at the flower, he notices a bed of lily flowers, his favourites. There are white and pink ones mixed but there’s one of them that particularly stars out to him. Amongst all those perfect-looking flowers, you could one withering, slowly turning grey (or maybe brown, it’s a bit too dark right now to tell its exact color).

The sight makes him stop in his step. Slowly he approaches the flowers and crouches to take a good look at it.

How is it possible that this flower is withering when everything around is so full of life?

The poor flower looks out of place

Lately, Jimin feels out of place too

It’s like things were happening without him being able to do anything. He just looks at the world going. It’s sad. He doesn’t feel like himself. He’s been feeling… different.

He looks again at the flower and approaches his hand but stops himself last minute before touching it, scared to break the plant. He stands up and massages his shoulder. Another tear falls from his eye.

Is this the life he really wanted to live? Everyone knowing you, wanting you, looking at you, stalking you… constantly having to watch over your shoulder to see if no crazy fan was following you. Is that really the type of life he dreamed of when he was 15?

Probably not. But he’s here now. He’s gotta do it.

Or maybe not.

Maybe the group can go on without him.

Maybe, maybe… they would be fine without me, they can go on. I’m not making that much of a difference these days. I just-

Jimin sighs. Is he even making sense right now ?

He starts to ask himself why he started crying in the first place.

Jimin remembers being at Hybe’s studio until late trying to record a sample for the song he wrote over the week. Nothing worked his way and one of the company’s workers who noticed how upset he looked told him to call it a day and go home. Tears started to fall during the car ride. “Been in the field for years and I’m not even able to record something properly” he thought at that moment. He’s grateful the driver gave him his space, only handing him a small pack of tissues when they arrived.

Not wanting the others to see him in that state, he decided to go for a walk around the complex.

The Hill was well enough guarded for Jimin not to worry about a crazy fan jumping on him. He really didn’t need that right now. Running away from fans is definitely not what he dreamed of/for when he was younger.

There’s a bench a few steps away from him and Jimin walks to sit on it, resting his shoulders on his thighs. What he knew would happen then happened ; tears spill from his eyes and run in rivulets down his face, Jimin's breath getting heavier as he tried to control his emotions.

Why, why was he so sad all of a sudden?

When did he start to feel so much pain ?

When did it all go wrong?

Why was he so… flawed? imperfect? so sad?

Obsessive thoughts start to fill his head, painting his mind just like the tears are covering his cheeks.

Maybe… maybe I should just. Drop out. Stop. If I had a calmer life, it’d probably be so much better Jimin thinks but, as soon as he pictures himself as something else than a singer, his sadness only grows bigger.

What would I be? I spent my whole life performing, it’s the only thing I could do. And I’m terrible at it already. Why am I failing so bad at life….? I don't understand. There’s just, no point, in continuing this. I don't know why I keep trying honestly…

Jimin shakes his head before lifting it to take a look at the whole garden around him. No one is here. You don’t hear anything ; it’s so calm, so peaceful. It almost becomes pressuring because everything is so quiet here while Jimin is such a mess.

Putting his hands in his pocket, Jimin finds the pack of tissues the driver gave him earlier. He takes one from it and wipes his cheeks before blowing his nose. Again, he sighs. The little energy he had left went into flames with this big little crying session.

Suddenly, Jimin's phone vibrates into his jeans' back pocket. Weird. He was sure that he turned the do not disturb mode on.

The screen shows a call from Namjoon that goes unanswered because Jimin was too late to reply. From the lock screen’s notifications, Jimin can see that he missed several calls from Hoseok and Namjoon and he received a few texts from them asking where he was. The last one, sent only a minute ago, says :

PM 11:03 | Yoongi : “Hobi and Namjoon are going out to look for you. Please reply.”

“Jimin!!”

It’s Hoseok

Jimin turns around and sees his friend walking towards him

“I knew I’d find you here. Thank god. We were so worried” He places a hand on his shoulder (the uninjured one) “are you okay? Come on let’s go home. It’s so cold out here my gosh!”

On the way back, Hoseok calls the others to reassure them.

“Hey, can I come in?” Namjoon asks as he stands in the doorframe of Jimin’s room. He doesn’t wait for his friend’s//an answer to invite himself in.

Jimin is laying on his bed, earphones plugged in, staring at the wall. The sad music playing in his ears probably covered Namjoon’s voice when he spoke because Jimin is startled when he sits next to him on the bed.

“Oh. Joon. I didn’t hear you come in”

With a quick movement of his arm, Jimin cleans the already dried tears on his cheeks and removes his earphones. His eyes are still red though, a detail Namjoon does not fail to notice. He straightens up to properly face his friend.

“So,,, is there something you wanna talk about ?” Jimin checks his phone “Oh my- it’s already 3:00 AM, why are you still up? Is everything okay??”

Namjoon sighs “I could ask you the exact same question Jimin….”

A heavy silence sets itself in the room

“J-Joon, have you ever felt like a disappointment ? That you should give up on everything? You know, as if you were a failure. A- a failed attempt…

-Jimin I-

-I don’t know what to do with myself anymore. I can’t sing like I used to, I can’t think straight, I struggle to sleep… Namjoon I feel like I’m going insane and it’s like no one can help me…

Jimin’s voice breaks at the end of his sentence. At that exact moment, Namjoon feels utterly powerless. He doesn’t know what to do. Never has he imagined Jimin, his Jimin, this sweet boy, could be feeling so much pain. No one in the group noticed, at least not before it was too late. Jimin covers his face as tears run down his cheeks again. Namjoon reaches out and puts an arm around his shoulder. The youngest nests his face in his shoulder and breaks down. Namjoon holds back his tears with a deep breath. He pats his friend’s back.

“Jimin. I- I’m sorry I didn’t realise sooner how great your pain was. We all are. I feel bad because I failed to notice this in the past few months. I saw you drifting away from us slowly but I thought it was just post-concert tiredness, I’m sorry I denied your pain. As the leader, I should’ve been more observant. I- You know, I always doubt my ability to comfort you guys because I feel like my words never carry the meaning I want to give them but I shall try tonight. It will seem like the worst comforting thing to say but it will get better, okay ? You know, when you come to think about it, you already made it through a dark time, more than once! Jimin it will get be okay. Eventually, someday. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not in a week. Maybe it will take more time than you expect before you really feel good again but you will get there okay? Time may seem desperate now and the place you’re in may seem very dark right now but it will be okay. I’m here for you. We all are.”

Namjoon never thought it would be this hard to comfort his friend, not when said person is completely falling apart right before your eyes. He exhales deeply, mustering the last of his strength to not break down too

“I was talking with the others earlier and we think you need a break. We all agreed it will be good for you. I already called Sejin and he seems okay with the idea. It will only do you good to stay out of the spotlights for a while. If- if that's what you want. For as long as you need.”

Jimin’s sobs slowly quiet and he quits his friend’s comforting embrace.

“Please keep in mind that you’re not disappointing anyone Jimin. We’re all so proud of how far you’ve come, even if you feel stuck or lost right now. Now please go wash your face and get some sleep, we can talk about all of this tomorrow when you wake up, our schedule is clear”

As Namjoon exits the room, a barely audible thank you can be heard.

damn she kinda was harsh at the end :(

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You shouldn’t have done it. You should’ve helped your best friend and slept with her boyfriend. It sounds so ridiculous. How could you’ve been so stupid? You naively thought everything would turn back to normal. Like nothing ever happened and you could’ve looked into your best friend’s eyes without any guilt. But deep down, you know it’s not a guilt from the first time you’ve had sex with Jimin. The guilt is there because you allowed him to touch you again, without Mina’s contest. And you loved it. Until the moment you remembered who Jimin really is. He isn’t single. He’s taken by your best friend. To say this is your biggest mistake you’ve ever done is understatement. You should’ve have never agree to her proposal. If you haven’t done it, he wouldn’t awake some weird feelings inside of you.

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𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: I’m going to be honest, I wrote this chapter like a month ago and I’m not completely satisfied with it. In other words… I think it’s shitty but I still hope you like it and I’ll try to write better.

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Hanbin takes your breath away. As soon as you see him standing there in all his glory, dark denim jacket covering his broad shoulders, you can’t help but blush at the sight. You feel like a teen all over again when he smiles at you, your heart does weird stunts and something is bubbling in your stomach. You get to spend at least twenty minutes with him, until you have to meet Mina and Jimin, which causes your stomach to drop every time you just think about it. Luckily, Hanbin talks with you throughout the whole journey you take alongside Han River, his main focus on you as he tries to get to know you. He tells you about his family and his little sister, showing you even some cute pictures where in the most pictures he’s present. You coo over the small girl with pigtails but truly admire his handsome smile when he looks into the camera, or even does a cute grimace with her.

The nerves begin to start as soon as you meet the final destination which of course - Mina chose. You don’t know whether to say luckily or the opposite, but she chose cinema which makes it somehow easier, since you don’t have to talk or face Jimin that much. However, you’re still not happy about the fact you even have to face him again. Plus with Hanbin by your side who takes your hand in the middle of your walk, interweaving your fingers together as he makes sure it’s alright with you. Always thoughtful.

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