Park Jimin Fluff - Tumblr Posts

summary: you decided the best way to deal with your emotions was to hide away in a dark bedroom with your music. jimin reminds you it’s okay to lean on other people sometimes.

pairing: jimin x gn reader

rating: g

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

word count: 600~

a/n: another poor mental health day resulted in yet another drabble. hope this provides comfort for others that are in their feelings. be gentle with yourselves, lovelies! 💜✨

Jimin frowned as soon as he walked through the front door to the sound of silence. Silence and darkness. He slipped off his shoes and unpocketed his phone to check the time.

Late, but still early enough for you to be awake.

A weird feeling tickled in his chest, solidified, and sunk into his stomach.

“Babe?”

He followed the walls with his fingertips, knowing the apartment like the back of his hand, but not wanting to bump into anything. When his fingers brushed the closed door of the bedroom, he let out a quiet breath.

“Babe?” he repeated, quieter in case you were sleeping. But when he peeked his head in, he saw the faint light of your cellphone, laying face-up on your mattress. Resting his shoulder against the doorframe, he noticed you staring up at the ceiling and tried to get a gauge on your mood.

It was when you wiped a tear from the apple of your cheek that he sighed and slipped into the room.

You didn’t notice him coming, too wrapped up in the music blaring from your headphones and too distracted by the thoughts swirling inside your head. It’s for this reason that you jumped when he nudged you, just ever so gently, against your shoulder.

You tugged your headphones down with a frown and a meager attempt at wiping your tears away. “Jimin?”

He sighed your name and took a seat next to you, immediately tugging you toward him so he could wrap his arms around you. “Why are you crying?”

You sniffled and shrugged. Truthfully, you didn’t want to talk about it. You were tired of even thinking about what was troubling you, let alone vocalizing it.

He hummed and pressed his lips to your temple. “Why did you come hide in here like this?”

Again, you shrugged, playing with his fingers as they sat in your lap. “Listening to music in the dark is comforting.”

“But you’re crying…alone…in the dark,” he pointed out gently.

You took a quivering breath. “Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Because…” you sighed. “Because sitting alone in the dark gives me the permission I need to cry. To just sit in solitude and let it go.”

“But…” He trailed off, as if trying to understand. Hooking a finger beneath your chin, he tilted your head up with a sad smile. “You know you don’t need to hide away like this. You don’t need to hide your emotions.”

You shrugged.

He let out a quiet breath and held you a little tighter. “Ah, you forget what it’s like…”

“What what’s like?”

“To be able to be there for someone,” he said quietly. “I want to be here for you. You’re always here for me.“

“I’ll be okay though…”

“You think I wouldn’t be okay if you weren’t there for me?” he lifted a challenging eyebrow. “I know you’d be okay. You’re strong enough to make it through anything on your own…but that doesn’t mean you have to. You don’t have to be so strong all the time. You should save your strength for when you really need it, right?”

His insight left you speechless. You’d never thought of it like that before, like maybe letting someone be there for you in moments like this would make it easier the next time you didn’t have anyone to be there for you.

You blinked at him. “When did you get so smart?”

He gasped and tickled your side. “I’ve always been smart, you brat! Just ask my school teachers!”

“School smart and life smart aren’t the same,” you teased.

He made a face and booped your nose. “Feeling better?”

You nodded.

He smiled and nuzzled your cheek. “Wanna tell me what had you so upset?”

You settle against him with a sigh, giving a brief squeeze of his hand. “Not right now, okay? Later?”

He hummed, wrapping his arms back around you and settling more comfortably on the bed. “Okay. Whenever you’re ready, I’m here.”

You’d tell him. You would.

For now, though, you’d conserve your energy and rest, letting him be here physically for you first. Then mentally.

One foot in front of the other.

i’m all yours | pjm

↠ jimin x reader ↠ best friends to lovers AU | fluff  ↠ 2336 words ↠ warnings: oc’s ex cheats on her (she doesn’t care though), jimin being a protective bestie 🥺, a little embarrassment, and lots of fluff! 💘

prompts: “you should’ve known better.”

A/N: just a little dose of fluff for you all <3 (it’s kinda shit lol) and i haven’t proofread! this is just a really quick one that was written now while I’m still half asleep so pls excuse any mistakes :)

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Give Me Love | Part 1 (m)

• fratboy!jimin x reader

• Word count: 6139

• Genre: college au, enemies with benefits to lovers

• Summary: Your relationship with Park Jimin was complicated to say the least, but when the circumstances change and you can no longer keep him at an arms length, you find yourself drawn to him more than you thought possible.

• warnings: Swearing, sexual content.

 - Give Me Love Masterlist - 

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the prince’s cinderella syndrome (m) | p.jm. | one-shot

🎧 moon by jin of bts willow by taylor swift

pairing: jimin x reader (ft. a dash of jungkook x reader)

rating: m (18+)

genre: angst | smut | fluff | cursed!jimin | supernatural!au | strangers to lovers!au

summary:  He shows up at Halloween, every year, dressed the same, and leaves at midnight like some Cinderella. You would think he was a prankster if his eyes didn’t look like they contained all the sadness in the world. You don’t know him - no one on campus does. You don’t know why he appears only once a year. You don’t know why he never smiles. But you can’t help falling in love with him. Even if he breaks your heart when he abandons you at midnight, again.

warnings: swearing + alcohol consumption + mention of marijuana + black magic and curses + heartbreak + misunderstanding + mention of minor character deaths + inaccuracies abt the american education system + inaccuracies abt nasa & astronomy majors + a mish-mash of american and british english + implicit sexual situations + explicit sexual situations (fingering, oral (m+f), unprotected penetrative sex, semi-public sex, some marking, some dirty talk, some roughness, slight cock warming maybe? mostly pretty missionary stuff tbh) + jk deserves better :/ +  oc is a v. v. lonely girl :( + jimin is a v. v. sad boy :(

word count: 39.4 k 

note: aaand, it’s here! the biggest fic i’ve ever written! time constraint got to me w this one, but the next time i cross 25k, i’m turning the mf into a series 😃

thank you @missgeniality and @taegularities for your notes on the whole catalogue of banners i kept presenting you two with and for the tips i randomly asked for, @knjsnoona my bestie for being there whenever i hit u up and never letting my spirits wane, @ressjeon and naia, my loves, for letting me vent abt the fic to y’all and telling me abt your own failures to make me feel better! 😩

october has been a weird month. the busiest i have been all year with a lot of personal changes happened in my life, too, a lot of them leaning to the sadder side. writing this fic was like a comfort place for me through all of it. i will always look back at this and be proud of my strength. ❤

not beta-read because are you seeing the wordcount? i didn’t want people to hate me, smh. maybe i’ll ask for someone’s help later and update this, maybe i won’t. i hope y’all like this dive into the supernatural i have prepared for you~ 🥺💜

↣ written for the Jimin’s Sunset Spooktober collab hosted by @jamaisjoons @opaljm and @chateautae <3

↦ CROSS-POSTED ON AO3

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— feedback is always appreciated!

⇥ halloween, freshman year;

You tugged at your unnecessarily short, white tulle skirt, grumbling curses at your roommate for encouraging you to dress up as whatever this sexy-angel-cum-stripper-shit was supposed to be. It was making you uncomfortable as hell, and you were hating coming to this party all the more because of it.

Right now, you were sticking to the shadows and hoping no one would approach you with another lewd proposition. You’d already turned three guys down – one more lecherous grin tossed your way, and you would bolt out of this place, Hyejin’s safety be damned.

You really didn’t understand how the girl had made so many friends here already that she got invited to every single party on campus, when you were literally three months into Freshman year. But that was just who your roommate apparently was – friendly, outgoing, party-loving.

You, on the other hand, had made a total of two friends so far in two separate classes, who spoke even fewer words than you did. And you despised huge gatherings where no one knew no one and everyone drank as if they were trying to please Dionysus into summoning him, like this Halloween party you were currently at. 

Hyejin knew you weren’t a fan of whatever acerbic drinks they served at such parties, so she’d designated you to be on the watch for her while she mingled and drank her body’s weight in alcohol. She tended to make stupid decisions about boys when she was drunk, and you were to keep watch in case some creep tried to take her away and she didn’t realise. But currently, Hyejin was hanging out with some close friends of hers and you believed she was in safe hands for the time being. Which is why you took some time to yourself, escaping the overwhelming bustle in this secluded corner of the house.

Now although you weren’t a fan of spiked punches and vodka shots, good brands of Beers were always tempting to you. And you needed at least some alcohol to tolerate this shit show. 

The exact reason why you decided to scrounge through the fridge for another drink when you were done with your third beer can, barely two hours into the party. But all you could come up with was a fruit flavored thingy that was sure to be unnecessarily sugary, and a size smaller than the pints you’d been drinking.

With a resigned sigh, you decided to take whatever fate was letting you have and shut the refrigerator’s door to lean against it as you popped open the can.

And then you saw him.

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flirt buddies | p.jm. | drabble

pairing:  jimin x reader

rating:  pg-15

genre:  humor | fluff | frenemies(?) to lovers!au | college!au

summary:  A mean girl pestering you is what it takes for you and Jimin to move further with the flirting going on between you two for months now. Who would’ve thunk?

warnings:  slight swearing + suggestive words + mentions of oral sex + crackhead energy

word count:  1.4 k

note: THIS BLOG TURNED A MONTH OLD TODAY, YAYYY!  and i also hit another tiny milestone, thank you, every single one of you, that has ever read something i wrote and/or has clicked the follow button. much love. 🥺💓 also, @getmemyfries​ thank you, bestie, for being a constant cheerleader and hyping me up, ilysm!!! 😭💝

striking off the “park jimin” box on my @bangtanwritingbingo​ card with this one!

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— feedback is always appreciated!

You’ve met your share of mean girls through high school and past few years at college, but you’ve never met someone as irritating as this fellow senior trying to stare you down in her eight inch heels.

It isn’t even the fact that she’s trying to be mean that’s grating on you. If she would have come at you about that curly haired cutie you hooked up with, last month, you would have let her have it. The guy was most definitely a catch, and it had most definitely bummed you a little when he’d told you he wasn’t gonna call again. 

(You can use a distraction, right now, especially after you’ve accepted the fact that your back and forth with Jimin isn’t gonna lead to anything.)

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PARK JIMIN | 2021 FIC RECS

⇰ hey, everyone! welcome to my humongous fic recs list, featuring the one and only love of my life, park jimin. 💙

❥ welcome! i’ve been working on this for a while, here it finally is! it’s late and not as comprehensive or detailed as i would have liked, but still pretty inclusive, i hope. 

❥ length: there are three broad categories based upon lengths: one-shots, series and drabbles, out of which, the one-shots are further divided based upon the following criterion.

❥ criteria: i have tried to roughly divide the fics according to tropes. it wouldn’t be an equal division because i obviously have personal preferences, but we definitely have some variety in here. also, some of these might be rated 18+ but not tagged with the smut tag - it’s bec that is what the content in them is, i haven’t mistakenly missed tagging ’em.

❥ ps! this list contains fics that i have read in 2021, not just the fics that were posted this year! 

❥ WARNING ❥ MOST OF THESE WILL BE 18+ AND CONTAIN EXPLICIT SMUT - MINORS SHOULD STRICTLY NOT INTERACT.

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Awwwwww! The person who gave this to him is a cutie! ❤

JIKOOK FOREVER BABY! 🙌🏻❤

Accurate 👌🏻

Amen! 🌸

*DEEP BREATH*

BTS JIMIN FESTA PROFILE! 🌟

MY KITTY >_<

Chapter one

'Are you kidding me?!'

I groaned in frustration when a rain drop falt on my forehead, feeling its coldness. I had a rough day today at work and I honestly though it can’t get worse. I arrived late and I was almost kicked out of my boss. Working as an assistant in a company is really stressful. The past weeks got me so tired since our company started a new project with another one so all my time, I spent it there. The only satisfaction I get is the fact my boyfriend is working there as well so we had more time to spend together.

I smile remembering our kisses between the meetings we have to attend, his little notes left on my desk every time I come back from the conference room, rest room or my boss’s office. He knows she doesn’t like me, she is the reason I am having a rough time at work so he tries comforting me. My boss is a perfectionist, the type of the rich and heartless woman who only cares about her. I honestly don’t know why she doesn’t like me at all, I never created problems at work place and I am a responsible person. Today was the first time I was running late for work.

I shake my head of my thoughts when another drop falls on my skin wetting it. It was followed by another two then three, four… until it started to rain harder. I wrap my arms around myself, pulling the hoodie I am wearing as close as possible of my -now- wet body, running to the complex I am living in. As if the Universe decided I wasn’t punished enough it started to rain even more, a thunder making me jump in place.

‘Shit…’ I exclaimed. I am four streets distance of my apartment and the thunders coming from the sky make me wanna hide somewhere. Maybe I should have taken an umbrella this morning, even though I don’t think it would help. Suddenly I stop in the middle of the road. I feel like I am not alone. I look around to make sure but it’s 1 AM so nobody is that crazy to be outside, at this hour, in the middle of a storm. Thunder. I am snapped back to reality. I start running again, my heart pounding fast against my ribs cage. I hear a sound on my left but I keep running, I am really scared now. What if there is a stalker, or a thief…

Boof! I trip over a stone, falling on the wet ground with a thud that can’t be heard because of the sounds the rain fall make. Thunder. I flinch in my place again, my eyes scanning the surroundings. Great place, a dark alley… My head snaps up fast when I hear another sound -now- in front of me… I am trying to adjust my eyes in the limited light of the dark alley, gotten from an old, no more powerful street lamp.

That’s when my breath stops. And I see them. Green eyes shinning in the dark… eyes who send shivers down my spine… ‘S-stay back!’ I mumble under my breathe when the creature starts moving in the dark. Crawling back with my eyes still on it, my hand protectively in front of me, I don’t realise my cheeks are now wetted not only with rain drops but my tears as well…

 The creature sniffs closer, with very calculated moves, like a predathor…and I am afraid I am the pray. It gets closer until I can feel the warmth radiating from its body… I close my eyes, a gasp leaving my parted lips when I feel its hot breathe hitting my face, but I don’t dare opening my eyes. I would beg for it to not harm me, if I wasn’t that scared. I close my eyes tighter ready to scream when something cold and wet touches my face.

‘Meow…’

Wait what?l  I slowly open my right eye. ‘Meow.’ I blink, confusion and relief washing over my body. It’s just a kitty…a really skinny, wet and scared one. It stares at me, titling its head with these lost green  eyes, and surprisingly they are not that scary from here… ‘Hey kitty kitty…’ I say, slowly moving from my place, from beside a wall, to reach for it. It hisses at first, probably more scared of me than I was of it.. I let my hand slowly travel in front of it, leaving it on ground, trying to not scare it more.

As it sniffed it, I slowly rises it up and softly touched its wet fur with the tips of my digits. It slightly flinched under my touch, but stayed still, sniffing my hand more. I started to smile, forgetting how scared I was moments ago, petting its head gently. ‘I am sorry I scared you, little one..’ I said softly scratching under its chin. It opens its eyes, who were closed for a moment-enjoying my touch, and my heart breaks at the way they are staring at me- the kitty seems so lost- a touch of sadness playing in them, as if they are trying to say something.

I sigh, picking it up and hiding it under my hoodie, keeping the little and fragile animal as close as I can, in a try to make it feel warm, even though I can’t imagine how warm I can be after I’ve stayed in rain for this much-…right, the rain. I start walking through my apartment again, this time more relaxed like before. ‘Don’t worry, kitty kitty, I will take you home with me.’ I said looking at my little new room-mate.

‘Meow…’

A/N: (credit to owner of the pic)

MY KITTY >_<

Park Jimin × Reader

hybrid!au

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Chapter two (this week.)

Little merman~

Park Jimin × Reader

merman!au

Chapter one ⚓

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Chapter two ⚓

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Chapter three 🌊 [Soon.]

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Little merman~

Chapter two ⚓

Description: "Far away, when the brightness of the sky kisses the dark blue of the water...there is a hidden secret. A secret well hidden from the humans's world."

Warnings: nothing yet.

Jimin titles his head...both shook and fear written on his face. A human woman... His first human. No matter how many times he came up here, he never saw one. He thought maybe because the island wasn't that populated here, is this how humans work? As well as merpeople? The sea is populated by merpeople, yes, but there are places where no one lives in. The sea can be dangerous as much as beautiful it can be. He always wondered why he never saw humans, he often saw some ships but he was too scared to swim closer to get a look of the 'monsters'.

Monsters. Wait a minute! She doesn't look like one! Jimin stares at the girl who is sitting on the edge of the shore, bare feet sinked into the water. Feet...legs...

He narrows his eyes, his attention setted on her two limbs named legs. He titles his head, scanning them. Is that skin? he asks himself. He has skin too and he is not a monster. How would it feel under his touch? Can her legs be as soft as his skin is? Do they have scales like his tail has? It doesn't look like. And they are not even coloured like his beautiful blue tail is, or like Enona's pink one. Her legs...are more pale than his golden skin. Weren't humans supposed to have black skin full of hornes and ugly sores, two heads and four eyes?! Damn it, Seokjin was so wrong.

Staring at her legs like the last pervert, wondering how would they feel under his fingers's tips, of course, in the most innocent way, and trying to figure out how they are moving, Jimin doesn't realise the girl sinks deeper into the water, now being only five meters away of him, until he feels the little waves touching his skin, coming from her direction. He blinks, the fear of being caught starting to asalt his body, heart beating faster against his ribs cage. He swims closer to the rock, peeking from behind it.

He has to cover his mouth, a giggle escaping it when she sees the way she is playing into the water. She looks so interesting under the moon light, her hair shinning, the dark making it hard for him to sense its colour, but something tells him it is blonde. Or red...He is confused again. She is smiling, he can say for sure...and oh god, her sounds?! What is she doing?!

He has to press his hand harder on his mouth to stop him from laughing. She is swimming... or trying to. And what is she saying there? She is so funny... the way her legs and arms move seems to be so funny for the little merman, his eyes watching her every move, his chest wanting so hard to let out the laughs he is holding inside. But then she gets up again, water reaching her waist. He frowns into the night.

Where are her legs...he wanted to see them. He watches her brushing her wet hair with her fingers and he can't stop the imagine of him doing it for her. He frowns more, a slight blush covering his cheeks. From where did this thought come from?! Shaking his head he slowly moves away of the rock, careful to not make a sound, and sinks into the water, his gills welcoming it, he found hard to breathe like a human .

His vision becomes clear, eyes scanning the girl from behind the rock, under the water. Legs, legs, legs... where are them? Though he is a merman, he can't see that far away. He knows this is a bad choice the moment he swims closer. He tells himself things will be fine, she won't notice him, he will just have a look closer of these wonderful limbs then swim away into the sea, hoping his brothers didn't notice his absence.

Jimin tries his best to keep his tail under the little amound of water, scared of the possible sounds it can do. Now he is only five feets away of the human, eyes focused on the limbs he always wished for. He is so close...close enough to touch them with his fingers.

A mix between excitment and fear rushes trough his body. He slowly starts to move his hand closer and closer. The very well known feeling of adrenaline is welcomed, at the though of finally finding out how a human feels like. He rises his index finger, close on touching her, eyes wide opened, plump lips forming an 'o' shape, he completly forgets about his tail who starts moving under his feelings.

A gasp leaves his lips when the girl suddently jerks back, away from him, causing him to swim some feets away. Jimin can sense her feelings now. Fear...

The merman peeks up at her, half of face burried under the water. She looks panicked, rushing out of water. She scans the surroundings, her chest rising and falling.

Damn it...she probably thought I am a shark...

His heart shatters a little, feeling pitiful for scaring her away. He watches as she wraps a white cloth- that he will find later it is a towel, around her wet and trembling body. She takes deep breaths, probably trying to calm down and watches the moon, but away of the shore. She bends over and from his place Jimin can't say what is she doing.

Then a flesh of light hits his eyes and he hides behind the rock completly. The girl uses her flash-light, trying to see if what scared her was really a shark, eyes adjusting to the light.

When he doesn't see the light anymore, he peeks- for the hundred time, from behind the rock, eyes trying to find her. But when he sees her walking away, an unpleasant feeling grows in his chest. Why did she leave? Shaking his head off of her, trying to make his sadness fade away.... he sinks into the water, and with a strong move of his tail, he moves from the rock, swimming back home.

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She walks straight to her house, determined steps on the sand, hair wet, body slightly trembling from the earlier fright. She was sure she felt a shark, something moved into the water and under the moon light she saw something looking like a shark tail. But when she searched for it, she saw nothing.

She stops her movements, freezing in place. There was something into the water, she saw it while using her flash-light. Realisation hits her.

Her head snaps back and she runs back to the sea, stopping on the shore. And for the last time, she scanns the night. She is sure what she saw now...

She saw a merman...

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That night Jimin can't sleep. He somehow managed to enter his bedroom without making any sound. If anyone noticed his absence, nobody said something, thanks to Enona, probably. Oh how much he should thank her, for taking care of him. He tells himself he has to wake up earlier in the morning, to find her some rare perls, for a necklace he will give her as a thank you.

Trying to think of everything to get his mind away of that girl, he changes positions in his merbed, tail moving nervously left and right. He tries to focus on Enona and her smile. She looks so cute when she smiles, right? She is so fragile and soft, making everyone turn heads towords her, her presence never being unnoticed. He frowns when that girls image apears into his head, instead of Enona's.

He tries to tell himself how kind Enona was with him, how she never left his side no matter how annoying or jerk he was. But no matter how hard he tries, the only thought is the human girl. Imagines of her swimming, of fingers brushing her hair in the light of the red moon, her sparkling skin and her voice while she was singing...

Jimin bangs his face on pillow and groans in frustration. He slowly falls in love... and with the wrong person ever...

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A/N: hello, lovelies! Here is the chapter two, I am sorry it isn't that long. I wanted to say I didn't mean to sound rasist about that "monsters" description, I really am not. And also , I am sorry for my eventually mistakes, English is not my first language.

Letters...(teaser)

Park Jimin × reader

Genre: angst, lovers!au, bestfriends to lovers!au, fluff, break up, love birds, sadness, love, trust issues, college!au etc, smut (future) ;

Triggers: angst, Jimin crying (sorry mochis), depression, suicidal thoughts, mature content, future smut (maybe);

Dear person I love,

I am writing you another letter...

Because I keep thinking about you over and over again, even if...I am giving my hardest not to, even since you left. But who am I to actually be able to. I can't forget the way you used to hold me so close to your chest, your smooth skin under my cheek still relatable, heart beats which I learnt like a mantra, slowling down under my ear, while you had your face burried in my hair, softly breathing praises on my skin. I still smell like flowers, if you are ever wondering. I bet you don't; and it is devastating since... you used to burry your nose on my neck, mumbling how my flowery scent relaxes you. I was your little forbidden garden, where... as you said, you were protected of the cruelty and the ugliness of the entire world. I can't forget your warm touch on my cold skin, the gentleness of those -chocolate like- eyes, staring down into my doe ones, eyes which were holding back so many feelings and words that were never spoken and still... the only ones I was able to see were three meaningfull ones.

I love you.

I am laying in my bed right now, cuddled up into a ball, trying to not think about what hurt me. You. I am trying to forget you, but I am so hopeless... with every step I make in this painful, long and worthless trying to forget about you, my heart refuses it and makes me back off in a fast motion.

Memories of you are graved all over the walls of my house. Every corner is signed up by your crystalline laugh, which I close my eyes when I remember it, thinking it will stop ringing effortlessly in my ears. But not even covering my ears helps, you are here. Even thought you are not. You are right behind my closed eyelids, your image clearer than ever, betraying my tears who are slowly escaping, between my dark eyelashes and dare to roll over my cold cheeks, for the hundred time tonight.

Your cheeky smile who used to brighten up my day... is now, the knife piercing my chest, down to my heart and right into my soul. The way your amazing lips used to break into a contagious smile, puffy cheeks rising up, action which used to make your small eyes disappear behind them, is the most beautiful view I ever had the pleasure to admire. Oh... and how many times did I stop every action when you were smiling, just to stare at your beautiful face and memorise every well defined feature of yours. To me... you were perfection.

And now I am paying for my actions. I have done it... I memorised every inch of you, every little beauty spot you have, every place of it, your cute crooked tooth has never been more attractive. And now... I can't get rid of your perfect face, from my poor, tortured mind.

Where are you, person who's name is written all over my fate?

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Author's note: so hello, hi there, people who read my shitty and not so many fanfictions. Took a pause and I am really sorry, because I have a lot to write about. Anyway... this was just a little idea of a Jimin ff , inspired by a request I got, @jisoonight

Let me know if you like it,so I can make it an oneshot or series.

A jimin smut where youre mad at him so he spoils you with lots of gifts 🥀❤️ty

Yves Saint Laurent, Gucci, Prada, Michael Kors and many other house brands were laying on your hotel room's floor, their bags untouched. He got you your favourite pair of high heels from Yves Saint Laurent, your favourite perfume from Gucci, a last model of a Prada pourse and of course, a beautiful and expensive pair of sun glasses from Michael Kors.

You picked up the sun glasses, checking the price once more, yup, so expensive. You remember seeing them in a shop, while you were walking down the streets of the Paris, holding hands with your fiancé. You stopped and stared at them, swearing you necer saw a beautiful pair like this one. But then you saw the price.

Don't get me wrong, you were not poor, but rich enough either. You just published a book three months ago, it's true, it had a huge impact on the teenagers, you got a lot of readers, but you were not rich, yet. Jimin offered to huy them for you, since he could afford them. Your fiancé was a professional balerina, a really famous one. He earns a lot of money, because, beside that, he offers dance lessons.

Of course you refused him, you didn't want him to spend money on your ass. But now, you stared at your room, full of expensive gifts, probably costing more than your life. You sighed, examinating the glasses, yes, they were really beautiful, but you couldn't belive he actually got all of these only because you were mad on him.

Two pair of arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you closer, pressing your back on a soft flesh, taking you by surprise, almost making you drop the sunglasses. You tried to not roll your eyes.

"Baby..." he said and planted a kiss on your shoulder, hugging you closer, thinking you will try to escape. "I miss you so much..." he whispered, sadness sensed in his voice. You almost sighed. You were mad on him since two days ago, you didn't even talk to him.

The reason? He resufed a big role, only because he had to stay in Paris one week, without you. Of course you would stay with him, but you wanted to grow as an author even more, so you arranged a meeting with your readers in New York, for two days in a raw. Only two days, indeed, but your sister was living there, so you had to visit her, for sure.

Jimin loves you so much, that he can't stay without touching or kissing you one day long, but an entire week. These two days were the worst days of your life, since you had to ignore his beggs and resist the urge to wipe his tears when he realised you won't give up.

He was now silently sobbing. Your heart skiped a bit, so you turned around and hugged him so tight, attaching your lips on his. He was taken aback but he quickly realised what was happening, catching up fast, kissing you back. The kiss was supposed to be gentle, since you were so sorry for him, but when Jimin pushed you into the bed, to quickly hover after you, you realised what he wanted.

"I miss you so fucking much, you can't imagine how much I craved for- " he hungry kissed you, pushing himself between your thighs, pressing his member on your clothed core, making you gasp into the kiss, action which made him slide his tongue in easily. "You." Your tongues danced in a motion only you two know and imagined, everyone wanting to get more of each other, arms clenching on each other's body, the disperation of feeling each other again beginning to grow more and more.

When you sucked on his long tongue, with slow moves, taking it in and out, Jimin groaned in pleasure, cupping your neck with one hand and to your surprise, choking you hard. A moan left your lips when he pushed you back on bed, the firm hold on your neck and him on top, staring at you with his sharp stare, making you feel so tiny. His chocolate eyes were, now, full of lust.

"If you want to suck my cock, you can just say it, darling" he said, a cocky smile apearing on his face, making you blush more, for being exposed. "But we don't have time for that, Y/N" he said, making you whine and give him puppy eyes. "Don't worry, babygirl, I promise you will suck daddy later, but for now" he said and slid your dress up you body, same time with the bra, exposing your erected nipples to him.

He attached his soft plump lips to one of them, giving them a slight suck, making you squirm under his lips, earning a smirk from him when he bit down on the soft flesh, making you arch your back. "J-Jim-min...." you mumbled, body heated up. But he was too busy sucking on your peachy nipple, pinching the other one, massaging your full breasts with firm moves.

He knew how to get you, indeed. By now, you were dripping through your lace panties. As if he could sense that, he ripped them with one move and spreaded your legs apart. A gasp escaped your parted lips when the cold air hit your wetness, goosebumps covering your heated skin.

"Damn, Y/N! You are so wet!" He said, trailing one of his thick fingers up and down your wet folds, stimulating your throbbing clit. You whimpered, too needy to talk. He was staring at you, but his eyes were full of love now, making you rise your eyebrows. "I would love to eat you out so bad right now, princess..." he confessed, stroking your cheek with one hand and trailing his fingers on your wet clit, up and down, with the other one. But you were too melted in his eyes to look away or say something, so you left out a bresthless moan.

Jimin slid his ringed thumb into your mouth, which you imediately sucked on( sorry, I have a thing for his fingers 👉🏼👈🏼) making him smile softly. "I bet you would love that..." he said, in a low but soft voice. You nodded your head and he pushed his thumb deeper, pressed against your tongue, pushing it down, to keep you from talking or moving. He moved closer. "But you see..."

"Tonight I want to make love to you..." he said, before sliding his boxers down.

ghost of you (너의 유령) — park jimin (박지민)

✧.* 18+

grief was an ocean. at times, it was a gentle tide, a quiet reminder of loss that lapped at the edges of your consciousness. other times, it was a violent storm, crashing over you in relentless waves, threatening to pull you under. it was the silent ache in the stillness of the night and the bittersweet echo of memories that lingered in the corners of your mind. grief was a shadow that followed you, an ever-present companion that altered the way you perceived the world. it was the heavy weight in your chest, the tears that caught you off guard, and the hollow silence where laughter once resided. it was the empty spaces left behind, the words unsaid, and the dreams unfulfilled.

yet, within the sorrow, there was also a strange, melancholic beauty. it was found in the way you clinged to the past, in the memories that brought both joy and pain. it was in the moonlit nights where you found solace, feeling the presence of the one you lost, as if he was watching over you from the stars. grief was the testament to the love you shared, a love so profound that it continued to echo even in their absence.

you found yourself gazing at the night sky, your eyes drawn to the luminescent glow of the moon. you had always found the moon beautiful, a celestial body that held a quiet, enduring grace. its soft, silvery light had a way of soothing the turmoil within you, casting a serene glow over the world below. in its ethereal beauty, you found his beauty reflected. the moon became a mirror of his gentle soul, a constant in the ever-changing sky, just as he had been a constant in your life.

you often found yourself conversing with the moon, speaking into the vast expanse of the night as if he were still there, listening to every word. he wasn't, and he hadn't been for a very long time. you had grown up together, shared your childhood together, and explored the world together. when it happened, you had received the call in the middle of class. you were young, but old enough to understand what was happening. the car he was in had gone off the road, ultimately sealing his fate. the whole thing was impossible for you to grasp then, and it hadn't gotten easier as the years passed.

“jimin,” you would whisper, your voice barely more than a breath against the cool night air, “i miss you.” it was a simple truth, but it carried the weight of all the unspoken words and unresolved emotions you harbored. the moon became your confidant, the silent witness to your grief.

you poured out your heart, sharing your day, your thoughts, your dreams, and your fears. “do you remember,” you would ask, “how we used to dream about the future? how we would grow up and travel the world together?” the memories would wash over you, both sweet and painful, as you recalled the plans you had made with him, plans that were now mere fragments of a shattered future.

there were nights when you found solace in these one-sided conversations, imagining that he was somewhere out there, watching over you, listening with that same gentle smile that had always brought you comfort. you spoke of your pain, your longing, and the emptiness that his absence had carved into your heart. “it hurts so much without you,” you would confess, tears glistening in your eyes, reflecting the moon’s soft light. and in those moments, it felt as though the moon understood your grief, its light wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. you imagined his presence in the moon’s glow, a quiet reassurance that he was still with you in some way, a guardian spirit watching over you from the heavens. “are you happy up there?” you would ask, seeking solace in the thought that he had found peace, even as you struggled to find your own.

as you gazed at the moon, you would trace the memories of his face in its contours, his laughter in the twinkling of the stars, and his warmth in the night breeze that whispered through the trees. each night became a pilgrimage, a journey to reconnect with him through the celestial beauty that now held a piece of your heart.

on nights when the moon was hidden behind clouds, your disappointment was palpable. it felt as if a part of your connection to him was severed, leaving you adrift in a sea of darkness. you would lay in your bed, feeling the weight of his absence more acutely, the silence of the night pressing down on you like a physical burden. “why tonight?” you would wonder, “why can't i see you tonight?” yet, even in those moments, you held onto the belief that he was still out there, his spirit intertwined with the moon and stars. you spoke to the empty sky, your words a lifeline cast into the void, hoping that somehow, he could hear you. “i love you,” you would whisper, “i will always love you.”

each night, whether the moon was visible or not, you continued your conversations, finding a semblance of peace in the ritual. it was your way of keeping him close, of honoring his memory and the bond you shared. the moon became your sanctuary, a place where you could be vulnerable and open, where your grief could be both expressed and soothed.

you stood on your balcony, eyes fixed on the night sky, waiting for the moon to show. the cool breeze caressed your face, carrying with it the scents of the evening. usually, the moon’s glow would slowly emerge, comforting you with its familiar presence. tonight, however, was different. for the first time in forever, there were no clouds, but the sky was pitch black. not a single star flickered, and the moon was nowhere to be seen. it was as if the universe itself had turned off the lights, plunging you into a void.

your heart sank as you stood there, wrapped in the silence of the night. the absence of the moon felt like a cruel betrayal, a severance of the fragile connection you held onto with jimin. you whispered into the darkness, hoping for some response, but all that returned was the empty stillness. “why tonight?” you wondered aloud, your voice trembling. “why can’t i see you tonight?”

the disappointment was palpable, but exhaustion from the emotional turmoil eventually led you to bed. you lay there, the darkness pressing in from all sides, making it difficult to find solace. despite the comforting familiarity of your room, it felt cold and unwelcoming. the usual lull of sleep eluded you, but eventually, the weight of your grief pulled you into a restless slumber.

in the middle of the night, you woke abruptly, your eyes snapping open. something was wrong. panic surged through you as you realized you couldn’t move. your body was frozen, an invisible weight pressing down on your chest. you tried to call out, but no sound escaped your lips. you were experiencing sleep paralysis. the room around you was shrouded in darkness, and at first, there was nothing to see but the familiar shapes of your furniture, distorted and ominous in the shadows.

then, slowly, a figure began to materialize at the foot of your bed. your breath caught in your throat as you strained to see who it was. the darkness played tricks on your eyes, making it difficult to discern the details. the figure moved closer, its outline becoming clearer. your heart pounded in your chest as recognition dawned on you. it was him.

you couldn’t speak or move, but it didn’t stop the tears from streaming down your face. they traced cold, silent paths down your cheeks, pooling on your pillow. all you could do was watch as he stood there, a serene smile on his face. he didn’t move or speak, just smiled at you with that gentle, familiar expression that once brought you so much comfort.

minutes passed like hours as you lay there, locked in your own body, unable to reach out to him. you wanted to tell him how much you missed him, how much his absence had hollowed out your world. but you were trapped in silence, your emotions spilling out only through your tears. his presence, though comforting, was also a cruel reminder of what you had lost. his smile seemed to say everything you couldn’t, and yet it wasn’t enough. you wanted to hear his voice, feel his touch, but all you had was this ghostly apparition.

then, as suddenly as he had appeared, he was gone. the darkness closed in again, leaving you alone with your grief. the weight lifted from your chest, and you could move once more. you sat up, gasping for breath, your body trembling with the intensity of the experience. it took a while for you to regain your composure, your mind struggling to process what had just happened. you touched your cheeks, feeling the wetness of your tears, proof that it wasn’t just a dream.

once you finally did, you knew sleep would not come again that night. you got up and paced your room, trying to make sense of what you had seen. the image of his smile was etched into your mind, a haunting blend of comfort and sorrow. you opened the curtains, staring out into the pitch-black night, hoping for some sign, some explanation. but there was nothing, just the void where the moon should have been.

the following nights unfurled in a relentless, haunting cycle. the moon remained elusive, hidden behind a veil of darkness that seemed to mock your longing. each night, you stood on your balcony, peering into the abyss of the night sky, searching for the familiar glow. each time, you were met with disappointment, the absence of the moon a painful reminder of your loss.

with every night that passed, the grief felt more profound, as if the very darkness was a reflection of your sorrow. the lack of the moon made the nights seem even more oppressive, and you would retire to your bed with a heavy heart. sleep, when it came, was always disturbed. the familiar grip of sleep paralysis would seize you, rendering you helpless once more. you would lie there, motionless and silent, as the darkness of the room seemed to thicken and become more oppressive.

gradually, a figure would materialize in the shadowy void. at first, it would be indistinct, just a shape in the darkness. but as the nights progressed, the figure would come closer, its form more defined. Each night, jimin would appear a little nearer to you, his presence becoming more tangible. he never spoke or moved, only stood there, staring at you with that hauntingly serene smile. his eyes, though unseeing, seemed to pierce through you, conveying a silent message that you couldn’t quite grasp.

your heart would ache each night as you observed him, the silence between you laden with unspoken words. his smile was both comforting and tormenting, a reminder of the connection you once shared and the depth of your loss. the sight of him, each night closer than the last, was a poignant testament to your unending grief.

then, one night, you were surprised to see the moon. it was a sight that brought you unexpected relief. the moon, bright and full, hung in the sky like a beacon of hope amidst the darkness. you felt a rush of warmth and comfort as you gazed up at it, the familiar glow washing over you like a gentle embrace.

with renewed hope, you began to speak to the sky, explaining the events of the past few nights. “i’ve missed you,” you said, your voice trembling with emotion. “these nights have been so dark, so lonely. every time i close my eyes, you're there, closer and closer. i can’t bear it anymore.” the words spilled out of you, a mixture of relief and sorrow. “tonight, i hope you can hear me. i need to know if it’s going to be alright.”

feeling a sense of closure, you went to bed with a lighter heart. the night felt different, as if a burden had been lifted. when you woke the next morning, you were greeted by a sense of peace. there were no traces of sleep paralysis, no unsettling visits from jimin in the darkness. you moved through your morning routine with a cautious optimism, a small part of you hopeful that the cycle had finally broken.

you made your way to work, the morning air feeling crisp and invigorating. the day unfolded with a semblance of normalcy, and you almost felt as if you were regaining control over your life. your spirits were lifted, and you found yourself smiling for the first time in days.

as you waited to cross the street on your way to work, you spotted a familiar face in the crowd across from you. the sight of him made your heart skip a beat. for a moment, you were convinced it was him. he was standing there, looking out of place in the bustling crowd, his features hauntingly familiar. a shiver ran down your spine as you took a step forward, your instincts urging you to reach out to him. but before you could move, a bus approached, blocking your view. you watched in stunned silence as the bus passed by, and when it finally cleared, the man was gone. your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of hope and despair churning within you.

you stood there, frozen, trying to process what had just happened. the fleeting glimpse of someone who looked so much like him left you disoriented and aching with longing. you were left with the lingering question of whether it was truly him or just a trick of the mind, a cruel illusion born from your desperate yearning.

as the days passed, life seemed to settle back into a semblance of normalcy. the routine of your daily existence provided a fragile buffer against the waves of grief that had once overwhelmed you. you went through the motions of work and home life, attempting to regain a sense of normalcy, yet a lingering unease persisted.

it was during these days that you began to spot him in random places. the sightings were fleeting, almost imperceptible—a fleeting glimpse of a familiar face in a crowded street, a silhouette in a shop window, the echo of a laugh in a crowded café. each time, you were struck by a sudden rush of recognition, a feeling deep in your bones that it was him. but every time you turned around or reached out, the figure vanished, leaving only the empty space where he had been. the moments were brief, and yet they were enough to stir up a tempest of emotions within you.

you found yourself haunted by these apparitions, unable to reconcile them with the comforting reality you sought. each sighting left you yearning for more, your heart aching with the possibility that he might be closer than you dared to hope. yet, each time, the reassurance of his presence was snatched away, leaving you grappling with an unsettling mixture of hope and despair.

one night, as the moon reappeared in its familiar place in the sky, you stood on your balcony once more. the moon’s gentle glow illuminated the world below, casting long shadows and bathing everything in a silvery light. you felt a familiar comfort as you gazed up at it, and you began to speak to the moon, your voice carrying the weight of your recent experiences.

“i’ve seen you,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “in the most unexpected places, just for a moment. every time, it feels so real, but you're gone before i can reach you. it’s as if you're teasing me, reminding me of what i’ve lost.” you paused, the cool night air mingling with your breath. “it only makes me miss you more.”

with those words hanging in the air, you turned around, ready to head back inside and to bed. but as you did, your blood ran cold. standing right in front of you, illuminated by the moonlight, was him. it was as if he had materialized from the very night sky, his figure more solid than any previous apparition. your heart stopped in your chest as you took in the sight of him, the reality of his presence hitting you like a tidal wave.

he stood there, just a few feet away, his eyes meeting yours with that same gentle smile you had come to know so well. the moonlight danced on his features, making him appear both ethereal and incredibly real. the sight of him, so close and tangible, filled you with an overwhelming sense of disbelief. you reached out with trembling hands, convinced that you were dreaming, that this was a figment of your imagination. you pinched your arm hard, the sharp pain confirming that you were indeed awake. the sensation was all too real, and the presence before you was undeniable. you could feel the cool night air around him, the warmth of his gaze, the weight of the moment pressing down on you. he was truly there.

his presence, so close and so impossibly real, left you paralyzed. you could hardly believe your eyes, the sight of him filling you with a mix of joy and incredulity. as the seconds ticked by, you tried to process the moment, your mind racing to make sense of the impossible. then, to your utter astonishment, he spoke.

“have you missed me as much as you claimed to?” his voice was soft, carrying a warmth that you remembered so well. the sound of his voice broke the spell of disbelief, sending a flood of emotions crashing over you. your eyes welled up with tears, the dam breaking as you struggled to reconcile the reality of his words with the overwhelming grief that had consumed you for so long.

tears streamed down your face, a mix of relief, confusion, and heartbreak. you were convinced this had to be some cruel trick, a fleeting illusion born from your desperate longing. the notion seemed almost too fantastical to be true. but then, as if to dispel any doubts, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you. the warmth of his embrace, the solid reality of his form, was more than your frazzled mind could bear. “because i missed you even more,” he said, his voice breaking with emotion. the words resonated deep within you, the sincerity in his tone undeniable. yet, you could only stare at him, your heart aching with a mixture of relief and confusion.

“how?” you managed to ask through your tears, your voice barely more than a whisper. “how is this possible? how can you be here?”

he looked at you with a mixture of sadness and tenderness. “i don't know,” he began. “in the space between worlds, time doesn’t flow as it does on earth. the lunar phases, the cycles of the moon—they affect the way i can reach out to you.” he paused, searching for the right words. “the moon’s phases create windows, moments where the boundary between our worlds thins. during the new moon, when the sky is darkest, it's hardest for me to reach you. but as the moon waxes and wanes, those windows open and close.”

you listened, trying to grasp the concept, but the explanation felt both profound and surreal. the idea of lunar cycles dictating the connection between realms was something out of a dream, and it left you struggling to believe it was real. your thoughts spun, overwhelmed by the impossibility of it all. unable to hold back any longer, you crumpled onto the ground, your body shaking with the intensity of your emotions. he knelt beside you, his hands gently wiping the tears from your face. his touch was soothing, a balm to your wounded soul. the reality of his presence, however strange, began to pierce through your disbelief.

as your fear began to wane, the comforting presence of his embrace became a sanctuary. you felt his arms around you, holding you tightly, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against your own. the comfort of his touch, the solidity of his form, reassured you in a way that words could not. you both sobbed together, your tears mingling in the quiet of the night, the emotional release as raw and cathartic as it was painful. he held you close, his own tears flowing freely as he whispered into your ear. “i’m here,” he murmured. “i’m here because I couldn’t stand being apart any longer. i missed you more than words can say.”

in the cocoon of his embrace, you felt a profound sense of peace, a fragile haven amidst the storm of your emotions. the warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and the soothing presence of his arms lulled you into a deep, exhausted sleep. it was a rest that felt both timeless and fleeting, as if you were cradled in a dream where reality and fantasy intertwined.

when you awoke, the world felt disorientingly empty. the absence of his warmth was the first thing you noticed, a stark contrast to the comforting embrace you had known only hours before. your eyes fluttered open, and the familiar sight of your room greeted you—a room that now seemed unnervingly mundane. panic surged through you as you scrambled to sit up, a torrent of thoughts racing through your mind. was it all just a dream? the hope that it had been real seemed to dissipate like morning fog.

your heart pounded as you called out his name, desperation seeping into your voice. “jimin, where are you?” the echoes of your own voice seemed to mock your fears, and tears began to stream down your face. the cruel possibility that the night’s events were nothing more than a vivid dream threatened to shatter your fragile sense of hope. in your frantic search, you stumbled out of bed, your movements clumsy with disorientation and anxiety. as you made your way through the house, the sense of loss and longing grew more intense. your steps felt heavy, each footfall a reminder of the emptiness that had returned.

then, as you approached the kitchen, a familiar aroma reached your senses—a rich, comforting scent that instantly grounded you. you pushed open the kitchen door, and there, against all odds, was jimin. he stood by the counter, a warm smile on his face, as he prepared two cups of coffee. the sight was so ordinary, so achingly real, that it took a moment for your mind to fully comprehend it. the relief that washed over you was overwhelming. the tears of despair were quickly replaced by tears of joy. without a second thought, you rushed into his arms, your emotions spilling over in a torrent of relief and gratitude. his arms encircled you once more, and you buried your face in his chest, taking solace in the reassuring presence that had reappeared in your life.

“i thought you were gone, again” you choked out between sobs. “i was so scared. i thought it was all just a dream.”

he held you tightly, his own emotions mirroring yours. “i’m here,” he whispered soothingly. “i’m not going anywhere. i promise.” you pulled back slightly, looking up at him with tear-streaked cheeks. “it felt so unreal when you left,” you confessed, your voice trembling. “everything seemed to lose its meaning. life was a blur of emptiness without you.”

his expression softened with empathy. He reached up and gently cupped your face, his thumb brushing away the last of your tears. “i understand,” he said quietly. “i know it was hard. but i’ve been waiting for the right time to come back to you. the cycles of the moon and the flow of time—they keep us apart, but they also guide us back to each other.” the weight of his words settled around you, providing a sense of understanding and reassurance. you were finally able to embrace the reality of his presence, the knowledge that he would be staying with you bringing a sense of peace that had been so elusive.

as you both sat down to enjoy the coffee he had prepared, the conversation flowed easily. you shared your thoughts, your fears, and your dreams, while jimin listened with unwavering attentiveness. the bond between you, though tested by time and distance, had proven resilient. the morning light filtered through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the two of you. the ordinary moment of sharing coffee felt deeply significant, a symbol of the normalcy and connection that had been restored. as you sipped your coffee and talked, the reality of his presence began to sink in, bringing with it a profound sense of relief and gratitude.

the next few days were a whirlwind of emotions and experiences, each moment with jimin feeling like a cherished gift you never wanted to take for granted. with each sunrise, you found yourself immersed in the joy of his presence, relishing in the simple pleasures of everyday life that had once felt distant and unattainable.

the next morning after his return, you and jimin decided to start the day with a visit to a local coffee shop. the crisp morning air was invigorating, a perfect contrast to the warmth of the café. as you walked side by side, the soft glow of the rising sun highlighted the familiar features of his, making everything feel wonderfully right. the café was a quaint, cozy spot with a comforting ambiance. the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the faint aroma of pastries. you both ordered your favorite drinks—his a rich caramel latte, and yours a classic cappuccino. as you settled into a corner booth, the chatter of other patrons and the gentle clinking of cups created a backdrop of contentment.

over your steaming mugs, you talked about everything and nothing—about the latest news, your favorite memories, and the dreams you held for the future. the conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter and the occasional shared silence that spoke volumes. you were acutely aware of the comfort in his presence, a soothing reminder of how deeply you had missed him.

the next day, you and him ventured out for a shopping trip. it was an ordinary activity, but with him by your side, it felt extraordinary. you wandered through bustling markets and chic boutiques, enjoying the vibrant colors and lively atmosphere. the excitement of choosing new items and trying them on was made even more delightful by his enthusiastic support and playful banter.

he picked out a few quirky accessories for you, teasing you about your fashion choices, while you returned the favor with playful critiques of his selections. the experience was filled with shared smiles and lighthearted moments. each new store was an adventure, each new purchase a symbol of your renewed connection.

for your third day together, you decided to catch a movie. the theater was a perfect escape, offering a darkened space where you could enjoy a film and the comfort of each other’s company. you chose a romantic comedy, its light-hearted plot providing a stark contrast to the deep emotions of the past days.

as you watched the film, his hand was a reassuring presence in yours, the warmth of his touch a constant reminder of his return. the shared experience of laughing at the same jokes and reacting to the scenes on screen felt both intimate and exhilarating. the night ended with a quiet stroll through the nearby park, where you talked about the film and enjoyed the peaceful surroundings.

the following day, you and him decided to spend some time at the beach. the ocean breeze was invigorating, and the sight of the vast, sparkling waters was a balm for your soul. you walked along the shore, the sand cool beneath your feet, and collected seashells, each one a small treasure of the day. he playfully challenged you to a sandcastle-building contest, his laughter ringing out as you both got more elaborate with your designs. the day was filled with the simple joy of being together, the rhythmic sound of the waves and the warmth of the sun providing a perfect backdrop. as the sun set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, you both sat on the beach, watching the horizon in contented silence.

each evening, after the day’s activities, you and him would return home, where you spent quiet moments together. whether it was cooking dinner, watching shows, or simply lying on the couch, the evenings were marked by a deep sense of contentment. the routine of preparing a meal together or sharing stories from your day became precious rituals, symbols of your renewed connection.

as the world outside was cloaked in the soft, velvety darkness of night, you and jimin found yourselves in the comforting cocoon of your living room. the day's activities had given way to the serene calm of night, and you both were curled up together on the couch, the gentle hum of a late-night movie playing softly in the background. the flickering light from the television cast a warm glow, illuminating his face in a way that made the moment feel even more intimate.

as the movie played, your conversation drifted from lighthearted topics to deeper, more reflective ones. the easy flow of words and shared laughter created an atmosphere of closeness, a space where secrets could be shared and feelings laid bare. it was during one of these quiet, reflective moments that his demeanor shifted slightly, a serious note entering his voice that caught your attention.

“there’s something i’ve been meaning to tell you,” he began, his gaze fixed on the screen but his mind clearly elsewhere. his voice was softer, almost hesitant, as if he was weighing each word before he spoke it. you turned to face him, sensing the gravity in his tone, and gave him your full attention. “i’ve been holding this in for a long time,” he continued, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on the couch cushion between you. “and i need you to know that it’s been with me since we were kids.”

you looked at him with curiosity and a hint of apprehension. “what is it?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, as if the very air between you might shatter if you spoke too loudly.

he took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your heart race. “do you remember that wedding we had when we were in elementary school?” he asked, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips. the memory came flooding back—an innocent, playful ceremony where you and him had pretended to be married, dressed up in makeshift attire and exchanging vows in the school playground. it had been a simple, childlike affair, full of giggles and the sweetness of youthful innocence.

“yes,” you replied, a soft smile tugging at your own lips as you recalled the fond memory. “i remember it well.”

his expression grew more earnest. “i didn’t take it lightly, even then. to me, it wasn’t just a game. i loved you even back then, and that feeling only grew stronger as we grew up.” the revelation hit you with a profound impact, the weight of his words settling over you. the depth of his feelings, spanning from childhood to now, was a testament to something enduring and deep. your own heart swelled with emotion, as the truth of his confession resonated with your own hidden feelings.

“i didn’t know,” you stammered, your voice choked with a mix of surprise and overwhelming affection. “i’ve always had feelings for you too. even back then, i felt something special.” the honesty in your words seemed to break through any remaining barriers between you. Jimin’s face softened, a look of relief and joy crossing his features. without another word, he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a gentle, tender kiss. the initial touch was soft and exploratory, filled with the sweetness of rediscovered love.

as the kiss deepened, the intensity of your emotions surged. jimin’s hands cupped your face, pulling you closer, while your own arms wrapped around his neck. the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in this cocoon of affection. the kiss grew more heated, a passionate expression of the longing and love that had been building between you over the years. the warmth of his lips, the press of his body against yours, and the way his hands traced the contours of your back were electrifying. every touch, every movement spoke volumes of the love and desire you both felt. the kiss became a dance of shared emotions, a blend of tenderness and fervor that left you breathless.

“i’ve wanted this for so long,” he murmured, his voice husky with emotion. “to be with you like this, to finally be honest about how i feel.” you rested your forehead against his, your hands still entwined with his. “me too,” you whispered back, your voice trembling with a mix of joy and vulnerability. “i’ve missed you more than i could ever put into words.”

he continued, “i want to feel you, all of you.” his words were like a match to dry kindling, igniting the fire that had been smoldering within you all evening. you nodded, unable to form coherent words as he peeled your shirt off and tossed it aside. your skin was alive with anticipation as he leaned in, his hot breath tickling your neck before his mouth closed around the bare flesh of your tit. the sensation was too much, and you arched your back, silently begging for more. his teeth grazed your sensitive skin, sending a thrill through your body that made you gasp. he looked up, his eyes filled with a gentle fierceness that made your knees wobble. “you're so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a warm caress against your flesh. “but i want to hear you say it.”

you swallowed hard, feeling a mix of shyness and arousal. “give it to me, i'm all yours.” his smile was pure sin as he slid his hand down your stomach and unbuttoned your jeans. “good,” he breathed, his voice husky with need. “that's exactly what i was hoping for.”

with trembling hands, you helped him push the fabric down over your hips, your panties following closely behind. the cool air of the room brushed against your heated skin, sending a shiver down your spine. he stepped back, his eyes raking over your exposed body, and you felt a heady sense of power knowing you had this effect on him. he reached out, his fingertips tracing the waistband of your underwear. “may i?” you nodded, your breath coming in shallow pants. “please.”

he hooked his thumbs into the delicate lace and pulled them down, letting them fall to the floor. he knelt before you, his eyes never leaving yours, and kissed the soft skin of your inner thigh. the sensation was so intense, you had to bite your lip to keep from crying out. he continued to kiss and nibble his way up, until he reached the apex of your legs. his breath was hot against your center, and you felt your legs start to quiver. “so wet for me,” he murmured, the words sending a fresh wave of heat through you.

without warning, his mouth closed over your clit, and you had to grab onto his shoulders to stay upright. his tongue flicked and teased, sending electric currents through your body. you could feel your orgasm building, the tension coiling tight in your belly. “jimin,” you moaned, your voice thick with desire. he looked up, his eyes dark with passion. “you taste so sweet,” he said, his voice muffled against your skin. “but i want more of you.”

standing, he reached for his own belt, his movements deft and sure. he pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, revealing his erection. it was beautiful, and you couldn't help but stare. he chuckled, the sound low and deep in his chest. “need it that bad, huh?” you nodded, unable to find the words. he stepped closer, pressing himself against you, and you could feel the heat of his body, the pulse of his cock. he reached up, cradling your face in his hands. “i'm going to make you feel so good,” he promised, and you had no doubt he would.

the anticipation was unbearable, and you reached for him, pulling him closer. “now,” you demanded, your voice a desperate whisper. jimin leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both tender and claiming. his hand slid between your legs, his fingers teasing your entrance. “i need to feel all of you,” he murmured against your mouth, and with one smooth thrust, he entered you. you gasped, the sensation of him filling you up making you feel complete in a way you never had before.

the sex was raw and unfiltered, the kind of passionate, messy love-making that left no room for doubt or regret. he whispered dirty words into your ear, his hips pumping into you in a rhythm that made your toes curl. you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. you felt his hand on your tit again, squeezing and playing with the nipple, sending bolts of pleasure straight to your core. you raked your nails down his back, the slight sting of pain mixing with the overwhelming pleasure. he groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

as you approached the peak of your climax, he pulled out of your mouth and whispered, “cum for me.” and with that, you did, your body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. he followed shortly after, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside you.

for a moment, you lay there, tangled together, breathing heavily. then he leaned down, kissing you softly. “i love you,” he murmured, his voice filled with a tenderness that made your heart swell. you wrapped your arms around him, feeling the warmth of his body, the stickiness of your combined releases, and the utter contentment that came from being fully claimed by the person you adored. “i love you too,” you whispered back, and in that moment, you knew that nothing else mattered.

the morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. you awoke nestled in the warmth of jimin's embrace, his steady breathing and the soft rise and fall of his chest creating a cocoon of comfort around you. for a moment, you allowed yourself to savor the tranquility of the morning, the sweetness of being in his presence making the world outside feel distant and unimportant.

as you stretched and began to come fully awake, the sudden, insistent ringing of the doorbell pierced the calm. the sound jolted you from your peaceful state, and you carefully extricated yourself from jimin's embrace, mindful not to disturb him. the morning was supposed to be a continuation of the serenity from the night before, but the unexpected visitor threatened to disrupt that harmony.

you pulled on a robe and padded to the door, your mind still foggy from sleep. the sound of the doorbell echoed in your head as you reached the entrance, and when you opened it, your heart sank.

standing on the doorstep was your ex. his sudden appearance was a jarring shock, his presence a stark contrast to the warmth and affection you had just experienced with jimin. your blood ran cold, and your face grew pale as the reality of the situation set in. the familiarity of jungkook's face, once a source of comfort, now felt like an intrusion into the newfound peace you were trying to build.

his expression was calm, but there was a hint of concern in his eyes. “i just wanted to check up on you,” he said, his tone measured. “make sure everything is alright.” you took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. “everything is fine,” you replied, your voice firm but strained. you made an attempt to close the door, hoping to end the awkward encounter quickly.

but his hand shot out, stopping the door from closing. “are you sure?” he pressed, his gaze unwavering. “have you been taking your insomnia pills?” the question took you aback, a wave of frustration washing over you. you hadn’t been taking the pills for a while, but the reminder felt intrusive, especially now. “it’s none of your business,” you snapped, the edge in your voice betraying the annoyance and stress of the situation.

his demeanor remained calm, but his eyes held a shadow of something more serious. “you should really take them,” he said, his voice taking on a more serious tone. “remember what happened the last time you didn’t.” the vague reference to past events only heightened your irritation, and you clenched your fists, struggling to maintain your composure. “i’ll handle it,” you said tersely. “you don’t need to worry about me.”

he gave a short nod, his expression softening slightly, though his concern remained evident. “alright,” he said. “just remember to take care of yourself.” with that, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing at the door, feeling a mix of anger and unease. you watched him retreat down the walkway until he disappeared from view, the unsettling encounter leaving you with a lingering sense of discomfort.

as the morning light grew stronger, jimin stirred beside you, slowly waking up. he stretched and yawned, blinking sleepily as he met your gaze. his eyes softened with affection as he took in the sight of you, and he reached out to brush a strand of hair away from your face. “good morning,” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. “what’s wrong?”

you took a deep breath, trying to push away the remnants of the unsettling encounter with jungkook. “there was a surprise visitor this morning,” you began, your voice steady but tinged with the tension you still felt. “it was jungkook.” jimin’s expression shifted to one of concern and curiosity. “jungkook? your ex?”

you nodded, sitting down at the edge of the bed. “yeah, he showed up out of the blue, said he just wanted to check up on me. it was really unexpected and, to be honest, kind of intrusive. he asked if i'd been taking my pills, which i haven’t been.”

his brow furrowed slightly. “that’s strange. why is he still involved in your life like that?” you sighed, feeling the weight of the past pressing on you. “our relationship got pretty toxic quickly. i ended it because it was unhealthy for both of us. i thought i'd put that part of my life behind me.”

jimin reached out, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “i’m sorry you had to deal with that. but you’re here now, and everything will be okay. i promise.” the warmth of his words helped ease some of the lingering tension, and you felt a bit of the heaviness lift from your shoulders. T

the morning continued with a sense of normalcy as you both prepared breakfast together. the kitchen was filled with the comforting aroma of coffee and the sounds of clinking utensils, a gentle reminder of the simple joys you shared.

after breakfast, you decided to spend the day outdoors, choosing to visit a nearby park. the sun was shining, and the day promised to be beautiful. as you arrived at the park, jimin’s playful nature immediately came to the forefront. he seemed to relish the chance to be carefree, darting toward the swings with a childlike enthusiasm. you watched, smiling as he took to the swings, his laughter ringing out as he soared higher and higher. the sight of him, so unburdened and joyous, was a balm for the worries of the morning. for a while, it was just the two of you, surrounded by the serene beauty of the park and the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze.

however, the moment of carefree joy was interrupted when jimin, attempting a particularly daring swing, lost his balance and fell to the ground. the sound of his fall and the thud of his landing made your heart leap into your throat. you rushed over to him, panic rising as you saw him lying on the grass. you knelt beside him, your hands trembling as you checked his leg. Given the way he had fallen, you expected to see prominent bleeding or bruising. Instead, his leg seemed completely unharmed. there was no sign of injury, no blood, nothing.

jimin looked up at you with a reassuring smile. “hey, don’t worry. i'm fine,” he said, his tone calm despite the fall. “one of the effects of the lunar phases is that i'm more resistant to pain. i’ve always been able to recover quickly.” the explanation did little to ease your worry. the idea that the phases of the moon could have such an effect on him seemed surreal, almost otherworldly. you wanted to question him further, to understand more about what he meant, but you held back, sensing that it might only add to your unease.

instead, you helped him to his feet, still concerned but trying to mask your anxiety. “are you sure you’re okay?” you asked, your voice filled with worry. he nodded, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “i’m fine, really. don’t let it worry you. we can still enjoy the day.” reluctantly, you allowed yourself to relax a bit, though the encounter had left you with lingering questions. you decided to push your concerns aside for the moment, focusing instead on making the most of the rest of the day. as you continued to explore the park together, you tried to immerse yourself in the joy of hus presence, allowing the warmth of his company to overshadow the troubling thoughts that still lingered in the back of your mind.

as the evening settled in, you and jimin found yourselves on the balcony, wrapped in the gentle embrace of the night. the sky was a canvas of deep blues and scattered stars, yet the moon remained conspicuously absent. you leaned against the railing, the cool breeze brushing against your face, and glanced over at him, who stood beside you with an easy smile.

you couldn’t shake the question that had been gnawing at you for days. “jimin,” you began, your voice soft and tinged with curiosity, “why has the moon been gone ever since you came back? i thought it was supposed to be a constant presence.” he turned to you, his smile growing as he looked up at the star-speckled sky. “would you rather talk to the moon or talk to me?” he asked, his tone light and playful.

the question took you by surprise, and you turned to him, searching his face for an answer. his eyes sparkled with a mixture of mischief and tenderness, and you couldn’t help but smile at his response. “i think i’d rather talk to you,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

his expression softened as he took your hand in his, his gaze steady and warm. “i heard every word you’ve spoken since the day i passed,” he said gently. “every word, every tear, every moment of sorrow. i’ve been watching over you all this time, even when you couldn’t see me. i was there, always.”

the weight of his words settled over you like a heavy blanket, and tears began to well up in your eyes. the thought that he had been with you all along, silently listening and keeping watch, was both comforting and heartbreaking. you felt a rush of emotions, a mixture of relief and sadness, as the reality of his presence sank in. he noticed the tears that escaped down your cheeks and gently wiped them away with his thumb. “please don’t cry,” he said softly. “i’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere.”

with his reassurance, you felt a wave of calm wash over you. jimin helped you back inside, guiding you gently toward the bed. His touch was tender and reassuring, his presence a comforting balm to the lingering doubts and fears. as you settled beneath the covers, he began to sing softly, his voice carrying the melody of the song you had created together as children. the familiar tune, filled with childhood memories and shared dreams, wrapped around you like a warm embrace. the melody was soothing, its gentle rhythms lulling you into a state of peaceful relaxation.

you snuggled closer to him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest as you listened to his voice. the song’s lyrics, full of innocence and love, resonated deeply within you, evoking memories of simpler times. the combination of his soothing voice and his comforting embrace created a cocoon of safety and warmth. as the song drew to a close, you felt your eyelids growing heavy. his presence, the song, and the comfort of his embrace created the perfect setting for sleep to come gently. you allowed yourself to drift off, lulled by the harmonious blend of past and present, his gentle singing guiding you into the realm of dreams.

in the quiet of the night, as you fell asleep nestled in his arms, you found solace in the knowledge that he was there with you, that his love and presence were a constant source of strength. the moon may have been absent, but you had him, and that was more than enough. the world outside faded away as you succumbed to the peaceful embrace of sleep, content in the comfort of his arms.

the morning sun filtered softly through the curtains, waking you from a restful sleep. you stirred, stretching and reaching out for jimin, but the space beside you was empty. for a moment, you assumed he had simply woken before you, perhaps eager to explore or enjoy the day after having been away for so long. you rolled out of bed, feeling a mix of anticipation and curiosity about what he might be doing.

the house was quiet, and the usual sounds of morning activity were absent. you went about your day, preparing breakfast and tidying up, holding onto the hope that he would return soon. as hours passed, your expectation turned into mild concern. you tried calling out for him, wandering through the house and checking every room, but there was no sign of him.

by the time evening approached, the absence of jimin began to weigh heavily on you. you tried to stay calm, convincing yourself that he was simply caught up in some new experience or had been delayed. but as darkness settled and the familiar rhythm of the day gave way to the night, your sense of unease grew stronger.

with the onset of night, you decided to check the area around your house. you slipped on a coat and went out to the balcony, scanning the surroundings. the street below was eerily quiet and bathed in shadows. the usual hustle and bustle of the neighborhood seemed to have receded, leaving behind an unsettling silence. the sky above was a deep, impenetrable black, save for the full moon that hung like a solitary beacon. its light cast an ethereal glow over the landscape, starkly contrasting the darkness around it. as you looked up at the moon, something clicked in your mind. the realization hit you with a sudden, painful clarity. the full moon, so bright and so present, was the same moon that had been absent on the nights when jimin appeared.

tears began to well up in your eyes, and the gravity of the situation finally sank in. his presence had always been tied to the lunar phases, and the full moon now felt like a cruel reminder of his departure. you had been holding on to hope, clinging to the belief that he would return, but the moon’s presence now seemed to signify the end of his visit. the tears that had been held back finally flowed freely. you felt a wave of grief and despair wash over you, the loss and confusion merging into an overwhelming tide of emotion. you leaned against the railing, letting the tears fall unchecked, the moon’s light casting a cold, distant glow on your face.

the night air was cool against your skin, but you hardly noticed. the beauty of the moon seemed to mock your anguish, a stark reminder of what had been and what was now irrevocably lost. your heart ached with the realization that jimin’s return, however magical and comforting, was transient—a beautiful illusion bound by the lunar phases.

as you stood there, lost in your sorrow, you could only hope that somewhere, jimin was watching over you once more, his presence a distant but comforting memory. the full moon remained a constant in the sky, and you were left to grapple with the void that his absence had created. the night continued on, the moon’s light a silent witness to your grief, and you were left to navigate the emptiness that followed.

“i told you,” you didn't even have to turn around to know whose voice it was. the condescending, controlling tone you were so used to, it was more than enough for you to grasp onto what little was left of reality. “you should've been taking your pills.”

✧.*

a/n: this one was short ngl i'm stumped!! i had a different idea for jimin's story but it's one of those days where i'm missing jonghyun so the idea just kinda came to me

tempted (유혹) — park jimin (박지민)

✧.* 18+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

his curiosity was piqued. “what is it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you’re doing it wrong.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

✧.*

a/n: this one was a doozy