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Thinking About You (M)

▹Word count: 10.6k

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

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

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

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

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

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

Typical Jungkook. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He’s fucking staring.

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

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

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

You felt disappointment instantly wash over you. 

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

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

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

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

“Anytime,”

“I’m not complimenting you- “

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

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

“(Y/N).”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“baby desperately I need you next to me,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“MINGYU WE TALKED ABOUT THIS MATE- “

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Okay, stay calm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You don’t have to turn that off- “

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please, Jimin let's just- "

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“J-Jimin-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh my goodness

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

“Um…I-I,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“JIMIN!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Thinking About You (M)

▹Word count: 10.6k

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

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

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

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

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

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savior (구세주) — park jimin (박 치민)

✧.* 18+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Spirits Blossom [Jimin x Reader]

Pairing: Soft Dom!Jimin x Sub Fem!Reader

Genre: 18+ MINORS DNI Smut, Porn with some plot, worship, orgasm denial, praise kink

Synopsis: Jimin is a spirit of desire. The story of "The Legend of Florere Pond" is a folktale passed down for generations about a desire-granting spirit that lived in a peach blossom pond. (Y/N), who has been having a rough time, seeks out this spirit in hope of release. He is more than happy to help with those desires in any way he can.

Word Count: 3.6k

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She was desperate.

The Legend of Florere Pond is the passed-down town tale in (Y/N)’s town. If you walked far enough into the forest, you’d find its entrance close to a sycamore tree. People say very few people have come across it, as only those deemed worthy by the spirit guarding it are allowed to pass into its domain. Those who have claimed to see it described it as a tranquil icy blue pond with the most transparent, beautiful water. Peach trees in perpetual bloom cascaded their blossoms decorating the lake in a light pink layer. Speckling the pink lay differing greens of lilypads. Most importantly: when you touch down upon the water, blooming ripples would sprout from your fingertips and reflect a gentle finger mirroring yours from the depths below. If you managed to coax the spirit out, he would be able to see into your deepest desires.

(Y/N) needed some sort of escape, the world had gotten too fast. Work had been a nightmare, her co-workers only harassed her more due to her being a new employee, and her boss only fed into it. Her family had cut her out recently due to a fallout over her choice to leave law school. On top of all of that? Her best friend had recently stopped talking to her. The last solace of her day was her pet cat that she could come home and talk to, but no one ever gave her full accompaniment. Everything had felt empty, gray.

God, what would she do for a bit of color? And, my, did Florere Pound sound radiant.

She kissed her cat on top of the forehead between the ears, giving one last scratch after feeding him. Then, she slung a bag over her shoulders and head out. The sun rained upon her, covering her in a blanket of summertime warmth. Yet, that warmth did little to reach near her bones, only touching the surface of the tension that gnawed like frostbite inside of her. She found herself at the edge of tall trees looming above her, blocking out the sun from her once more. With one foot, she stepped inside and began to roam through.

It was much chillier within the walls of the forest. The trees were too thick to truly see anything through them, and she had turned too many times to find which way she had begun. Her heart beat faster as she got more committed to the forest, and the realization set in. Everything had looked the same, growing dizzier and dizzier, tree, upon the grass, upon another tree, upon a puddle. Everything was the same over and over, nothing defining enough use as a landmark. No sycamore tree was in sight, and (Y/N) grew desperate. 

“Shit!” She yelled as she looked at what she could only assume was the same tree she had usually been looking at, and kicked a rock in her frustration. It batted against the bark of the tree, doing little to hurt it.

(Y/N) took out her phone- no signal. She’d have to wander until she was close enough to get at least a bar. That way she could look up on maps some routes to get back.

She turned around for what she could only assume was the seventeenth time she had decided to ‘turn around’ to find her way back, and began to walk again. How naive did she have to be to believe in some ‘spirit’ anyway?

Looming above her was a tree that contrasted beyond the rest. It was a striking white, with crawling limbs touching the sky, and patches of leaves dwindling off it. A sycamore tree.

‘Come closer, I want to see you.’

The whispery voice shimmered in her ears, she could almost feel the light tease of lips against her ear with how intimately close the voice was to her. A light breeze brought goosebumps across her neck, feeling like nails tickling down her back, carving the arch within it. Her eyes widened, and she felt the pull to the sycamore tree in front of her.

All doubts began to slowly flood her mind, and that simple touch released the tension that was in her shoulders. She turned back sharply, to see nothing behind her as if she had imagined it all in her head. Once more she looked at the sycamore tree, every second that she wasn’t getting closer to it felt like reigning in a pulling force. So, she gave in, allowing herself to be pushed in front of it.

Yet, beyond the tree there was nothing, so she lightly touched it, running her fingers against the rough bark. A wave of dizziness crashed over her, and she tried to keep upright, holding onto the tree to keep herself up. She swung around to rest her back against it, her breath growing into heaves as she fought against the darkness that was swallowing her.

‘It’s okay.’ The same voice reassured lightly, ‘You’ll be here soon.’

Her head felt heavy as she raised it, feeling her whole world turned upside down. She was curled up into herself on the ground, the sun glistening upon her once more. Her vision slowly adjusted, and she saw herself, slightly distorted below her. Slowly raising up in confusion, she looked down to see her reflection, rippling against light ripples within a body of water. Adorned in the water floated by soft pink blossoms- peach blossoms. It was real all along? 

There was only one way to test that theory. She reached her hand into the water, dipping the very tip of her index finger into the water, and reflecting upon it: another finger similar to hers.

“(Y/N),” the voice whispered, “(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N).”

“What?” She responded a bit confused, she could tell the voice was one of a male.

“Such a pretty name, (Y/N).” He said again, his voice was airy and bright, almost in a teasing tone.

“Thank you?” she responded in confusion, “Is this…”

“Florere Pond? Yes.” He said.

(Y/N) looked around, seeing everything around her, it was truly as colorful as all the tales told it to be. Peach trees completely surrounded the pond, fog lingering between them, and the lake was such a vibrant aqua.

“Look,” the voice called, “Look into the water.”

She looked down, and gently swiped her arm across the water, pushing away the petals that covered the surface. There, lingering in the reflection showed a boy, reflecting as if he was right above the pond as she was. He had beautiful pink hair, and plump lips to match his soft face. His smile reached into his eyes as he laughed a bit, wearing a silky white shirt that near translucent, and tight black dress pants that wrapped around high-waisted. 

“Let’s get acquainted, shall we? It’s only fair you get to know me if I grant you your deepest desires,” he said, slowly his reflection got close to yours, the volume raising as he did. Yet, when she looked above the water next to her, there was nothing.

“My name is Jimin,” He whispered, “and all I am here to do is help you, take care of you, please you.”

“... Jimin?” She whispered looking at his reflection, and he nodded as he smiled, his hand slowly reaching over to her face, yet all she felt was heat against the area.

“It sounds prettier from you,” he laughed teasingly into her ear as he stroked his thumb on her cheek.

She felt herself get warmer from the attention, and tried to collect the words as they scattered in her mind.

“I, just, didn’t want to be alone.” she finally stammered out, looking at the spirit.

“I know,” he whispered, “You just need some time to relax, to get away from the ‘real world’ for a moment.” 

“It’s been all too much,” she whispered, tears beginning to glisten, as did the surface of the water, her eyes.

Jimin smiled lightly again and leaned closer to her ear again. The same tingly sensation rose within her stomach as he did.

“It’s okay, here we’re alone, and we can do whatever you want.” he said quietly, “I know you’re thinking of so many ways I could help you relax right now. Every single touch is sending you into overdrive, I see it, I feel it.”

He wasn’t even corporal, and this spirit had managed to make her stomach erupt. Every inch of her skin was begging to feel the same sensations as her neck and ear had to the mere existence of a breeze that she took to be his breath.

“Please,” she finally released, this spirit had managed to gain trust through mere subtleties.

He laughed a bit, “Whatever you so desire, my dear.”

The reflection disappeared, and for a moment she felt alone once more. The air grew thick as she looked down, confused. The water began to ripple a bit, and slowly the ends of pink hair peaked through the blossoms, a head raising out of the water, soon following the soaked shirt of Jimin, clinging tightly against his skin as he pulled himself out. He was lean, but muscular through and through. Seeing him outside of a reflection set it for her, and the comforting smile he gave once his eyes opened to meet hers.

“I’ll give you the best night of your life,” he said, moving closer to her as the peach blossoms moved against his path, “You’ll go back to your world feeling more relaxed than you ever have if you so let me.”

He leaned forward and coyishly moved to rest his head in the cranny of her neck, looking innocently up into her eyes. Yet, beyond it was a devilish smirk. He was an enigma to anything you had ever seen before, a toying playful spirit, a helpful hand, and a sinner wrapped up into one being.

“Yes,” she let out lightly, looking down at the spirit beneath her. He laughed lightly, sending shivers once more down her body as he did right against the skin of her neck.

Slowly his lips connected to the skin, his hand slowly trailing to the arch of her back again, resting in it as she pushed herself forward into his touch. He kissed lightly against it, his lips exploring every inch of the area, moving up to her jaw, and cheek, and then slowly meeting with half-lidded eyes into hers.

“Oh (Y/N),” he whispered, “I’ve had my eyes on you for a while. It took you so long just to come to wander into my domain so that I could see you for myself.”

So he had known her? She gulped against his words and opened her eyes.

“I caught your attention?” she whispered.

“Of course, you did, dear.” he smirked, “And I could only hope you’d welcome me in.”

Once more he resumed what he was doing, connecting his lips against hers in a gentle romantic kiss. The mere touch sent sparks throughout the entirety of (Y/N)’s body, his kiss served as a miracle giver, a blessing upon her. Every stroke and touch took every worry and pulled it out upon release. It was magical. He got growingly more curious as his lips trailed down to the edge of her shirt, looking up at her once more with eyes growing in his own sinful desire.

“Would you like me to remove this for you, dear?” he asked, leaving her just to breathlessly nod.

Slowly his fingers hooked around the edges of her shirt, lifting it up, his hands holding her hips as he reached down and kissed upon the edges of her breasts that showed beyond the bra that was still covering them. Soon, he grew a tiny bit rougher as he sucked, leaving purple blooms to begin to grow. He grew greedier upon each one, and she only grew more desperate against the teasing.

Soon her own hand began to explore, running fingers through his pink hair, which was awfully soft. Her hand trailed against his back and ran up his shirt, running nails down his back lightly.

“You’re getting needier,” he laughed a bit as he still kept low, “it’s cute.”

The praise only sent her into more desire as she nodded.

He ran his lips down to the base of her stomach, looking at her shorts, hooking around them as well as he pulled them down, hooking around the panties as he basked in her full glory.

“Ah, my apologies, it must be so rude for me not even to give back.” He smiled as he pulled back for a moment, and she gasped out at the lack of touch. The cold kiss of air against her clit made her shiver. Slowly he pulled off his own shirt, revealing abs that glistened against the surface of the water. He removed his pants, to reveal his true desires as well, hiding as he too was awfully aroused, shown in the tent in his boxers. Soon, those were off too as he sprung out, hitting his stomach. He gave off a show as he removed his clothes, turning, making sure each article took as long as possible to take off.

“Please,” she pleaded, “Jimin-”

“You’re so impatient darling” he whispered as he looked at her, watching as she was practically squirming.

Her own finger slowly lowered down to her clit, rubbing against it as she was desperate. The finger glided along perfectly as the arousal slicked her already.

“Shh” he reached forward and grabbed her wrist, stopping her movement and making her whine, “I’m supposed to be the one pleasuring you darling, don’t you remember?”

Biting her lip she nodded, this spirit singlehandedly was the most caring, and pleasurable being.

“I want to worship and bask in your beauty” he whispered, “In hopes that you’d see the same reflection I see of you in front of me, the you I’ve wanted for so so long, darling.”

Slowly he kissed down lower and lower against her, his lips grazing her folds, pulling her forward so that her legs dangled into the pond he stood in.

“Jimin please just touch me,” she whispered.

He licked his lips as he looked up at her, “I want to savor every single taste of you darling, you have to be patient with me.” 

Slowly he reached forward and pressed deeper into her, lips connecting with her clit as he began to lick, lips connecting his spit with her own wetness against her. She felt a wave of pleasure rack over her as his tongue worked against her, everything so smooth. She leaned herself back, bucking her hips up into his mouth as her head tilted back, moans falling out of her mouth as he worked against her.

He rested his hands against her hips, helping her hold herself up as he did just as he promised- savoring every single bit of her he got on his tongue, working perfectly as he licked stripes running up and down her, stimulating her clit with a flick. He kissed her again as his fingers tightened on her hips. Her own hands found his hair and tightened, pushing him further down on her. He didn’t mind it in the slightest.

“So sweet” he whispered as he pulled away for a second, just for her to push him back in, and he hummed against her pleased despite the forcefulness.

Her stomach tightened a bit as she felt herself getting close, Jimin slowly pulled away as he looked up at her, making her whine.

“Not yet, darling, there’s still so much we have to do,” he said, “I can’t have you releasing this early.” 

He raised himself a bit more out of the water, his dick fresh out against the air. (Y/N) leaned up and looked down at it, her hand reaching down and wrapping around the base as she began to pump it.

“Ah- now you don’t have to please me,” Jimin insisted as he leaned his head back, the smirk still coming onto his face as he watched her practically fall apart in desperation, crawling to him. It lit up a fire within him that he made the cool facade.

“I want to” she whispered, “God, I really want to.”

Jimin couldn’t argue with that as he bit his lip, nodding, letting her pump him for a bit, his own moans coming out.

“(Y/N), you’re so pretty like this,” he said smiling as he looked down.

“You do too,” She said quietly as she looked up at him.

His own hand trailed down as she pumped, and head down to her entrance, slowly teasing it with his finger, before smoothly plunging into her, beginning to move. She moaned and her hand fell back, not stopping her movements on him as he pumped him. Slowly he added a second, moving faster as she gasped, spreading her legs.

“More,” she whispered breathlessly, making Jimin tease a smile against his lips, which were agape.

“Anything for you,” he whispered, “Your begging would make me want to do anything.”

He moved to line himself up with her entrance, before slowly pushing in. She felt full as he did, and all of her worries completely drained at that point, leaving her just to focus on the pleasure he gave.

He thrusted into her, rocking his hips slowly as he wrapped his arms around her, pushing her closer to the edge of the pond. All (Y/N) could do was wrap her arms around him as well, holding him as she dug her nails into his back. She held her head into his neck, moaning into the skin.

“Jimin” she moaned, “God, Jimin.”

The way she said his name sent him into overdrive, feeling himself shiver.

“Oh (Y/N),” he whispered into her ear again, making the goosebumps raise again, his hips rocked rhythmically, skillful and graceful. The water rippled in time with his thrusts below him.

Slowly he pulled her deeper into the water, making her gasp, but the water was warm around her. Blossoms floated around her as they tingled against her back, surrounding the both of them as Jimin didn’t even stutter in his thrusts, getting only faster as he did. His mouth roamed once more and found her neck, kissing hickies right into the skin again.

She felt herself getting close, “Jimin-” she whispered, “Jimin-”

Jimin picked her up and pulled out of the water again, stopping his movements for a moment, and making her gasp.

“No-” she sobbed out at the sudden loss of buildup. Jimin fully removed himself from the water, pining her down underneath him.

“Not yet,” he whispered into her ear, “Not yet, not yet”

He reached his thumb down and teased her clit again, still deep inside of her. Once more he rocked slowly, now on top of her as she lay on her back in the soft grass. Jimin was beautiful with the sun reflecting on top of him, and he was glowing. His thrusts once more resumed at a normal pace, making her grow more desperate.

“Please, please let me come!” she cried out, feeling her orgasms get closer and closer each time they were denied.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he whispered, his thrusts suddenly gaining in pace as he got even faster against her, rocking her chest up and down. He took the opportunity to take one in his hand, kneading it and teasing against the nipple, his mouth going to work at the other one.

“I'm coming!” She yelled as Jimin moved out, and she felt her whole world rock around her as her hips spasmed, sharp squirts falling out, and Jimin smirked as he squirted all over him, feeling proud as he did, still rubbing her clit harshly to pull her through the orgasm. Once she was done, he pumped himself a couple of times, moaning as he too came on her stomach.

(Y/N), as she lay on the floor, felt lighter than she ever had, looking up into Jimin’s eyes, which had lost the arousal and were replaced with the same innocence she saw earlier.

“Oh, (Y/N),” he whispered, “we made such a mess,” he said leaning down and resting his head on the middle of her chest.

Her eyes widened at the two sides of this man and nodded. 

“How do you feel?” he asked, hand reaching to stroke her cheek once more, caringly.

“So, much lighter,” was all she could get out, she felt like she wanted to lie there forever, in the midst of the peach blossom-covered grass with the man who just made all of her worries go away.

“Good,” he whispered, “Then your desire is fulfilled?”

“No, replaced,” she responded, “I want you.”

He laughed, “That’s a hard bargain,” he whispered, “But anything for you.”

She had fallen asleep soon after.

Ring. Ring.

She groggily turned her head, looking next to her, 7:00 A.M, her alarm for work was going off. Part of her wished that she could close her eyes and go back to that pond, return to that dream state once more. Yet, she had duties. The eyes of that man lingered in her mind, feeling disappointed as she had to go brush her teeth. She got into her work clothes and was prepared to start another god-forsaken day.

She head out of her apartment and opened the door to look to see the apartment next to her was fully sold, with boxes adorning the outside of it.

“Hello!” that voice.

She looked down the hall to see the same man from her dreams walk forward, carrying a box.

“My name is Jimin. I think you live in room 130, right? I’m moving into 131! I hope we can be good friends!” he bowed politely to you. A teasing smirk though ghosted beyond that bow.