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I read it on AO3, but there is no moodboard on there. So, I just happened to re-read it and I don’t feel boring at all. Wow.
Failure to Communicate
This was a joint collab fic that @gukslut and I worked on, commissioned by @cypherft-v as part of our fundraising for Black Lives Matter. Thank you for contributing! Banner & moodboard by me :)
{Pairing} Park Jimin/ Reader
{Genre} Enemies to Lovers/ College AU/ comedy/ smut
{Rating} Mature - Explicit
{Word Count} 21K
{Warnings} oral, kissing, fingering, protected sex, biting, marking, other filthy shit
{Summary} You’ve always had a crush on Park Jimin, but the truth is that you’re just one of many. He just so happens to be the TA for one of your classes, and you’re determined to make your feelings known. Whether or not he takes you seriously remains to be seen.
{Prompt} Could either of you write an enemies to lover story about jimin and y/n set in college where he was her TA and got her kicked out of her major bc he didnt give her the grade she needed and was generally unhelpful? Posted on tumblr on August 17, 2020 by stutterfly and cross-posted to Ao3. I do not allow reposting, translations, or edits, to any platform, including YouTube.
Ten more minutes. You can barely see the clock from your seat against the wall. The lecture hall isn’t crowded by any means; to the contrary, this Tuesday/Thursday psych class is usually pretty empty. You could have just as easily sat in the middle, but it doesn’t afford you the same view. Well, it does. But not the one you prefer. It’s just that positioned front and center, your staring would look more obvious. At least that’s what you’re telling yourself. If you stare from the corner it’s less conspicuous, which is important because you do a lot of staring in this class. Park Jimin is the TA.
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Hoho does Park Jimin find me attractive? Or actually he has a feeling for me from a long time ago? Wkwk. It’s so hot, cute and crack. Definitely my favorite story.😆😍😍
The Devil In His Details
Word count: 9.2k
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Warnings: alcohol consumption, drug mentions, dirty talk, oral sex (male receiving), assplay, prostate milking, edging
AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18686617
A/N: So this was supposed to be 1k words long for an anon that requested bad boy!Jimin in a drabble prompt game. Clearly that didn’t happen. I hope you enjoy it more than I did editing lkfjwalkjf.
Evil comes in many forms. In this instance, it’s a 5′8″ pretty-boy with an even prettier dick. And you’re the form you want him to come in.
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Are they actually knew about Jimins feeling or what? Because it feels like the boys had planned it.🧐
Blue Kamikaze |PJM| Bottoms Up
When your friend Hoseok asks you to come stay at his parents lake house with him and his friends, you think you might finally get a change to confess your feelings for him. Nothing is less true. Someone catches you moping around the lake and leaves a blue drink with a mysterious note.
›› Bottoms Up Masterlist ›› Genre: Smut / Angst ›› Rating: 18+ (sexual content) ›› Pairing: PJM x Reader (JHS x Reader) ›› Word Count: 8.9k Warnings Include: Alcohol, broken heart, hoseok is a dick, hookup sex, fingering, handjob, marking, thigh-riding, riding, praise kink.
When Hoseok asked you to come and spend the weekend at his parents’ lake house, you were excited, you couldn’t wait. What you weren’t excited for was the fact that all of his friends were coming along. Not just his closest friends — no, all his friends. This meant that it’s just going to be one giant party that you’re not up for in the slightest. However, for Hoseok you’d do a lot of things.
Hoseok and you have been friends since the start of college and it’s truly been a wild ride. He is a bright presence in everyone’s life, but he’s got your heart in the palm of his hand. The only problem is that he doesn’t know.
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OHHH FUCK, Did I really read a 20k+ words of oneshot? It’s hella a lot. The details on the fic is soo amazing and Jimin’s character on this is so fucking lit. Like literally the college-boy-dom Jimin that I imagined.
After three full moon, finally I can fill in my thirst for Slytherin Jimin. Thank you so much, really😉
erised ⤑ pjm | m.
⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 the last thing jimin had anticipated when he’d followed you into the room of requirement was to find you, the demure little head-girl, in front of the mirror of erised. moaning his name. 〞hogwarts au. pwp au.
❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: slytherin head-boy!jimin x hufflepuff head-girl!reader
❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: mild angst ⋆ fluff ⋆ smut
❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 29k 🥴
⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: hard dom!jimin, big cock!jimin, possessive!jimin, sub!reader, virgin!reader, female masturbation, mirror sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, teasing, minor thigh spanking, fingering, degradation, humiliation, dirty talk, corruption kink, biting, orgasm denial, orgasm control, begging, pussy slapping, marking, object play? he teases her with a vibrating wand, praise, object insertion, clit spanking, crying, begging, overstimulation, clit torture, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, squirting, manhandling, spanking, minor anal play/teasing, power play/dnyamics, virgin sex, wet & mess sex, unprotected sex, once again jimin has a ᵖʰᵃᵗ cock, kneeling doggy style (kind of oath sex position), mild pain kink, rough sex, hair pulling, creampie, brief cum play
➵ 𝑎/𝑛: sol writing a jimin au? truly, it must be a miracle,,,,, this really was supposed to only be a 5k commission,,, but i thot if i need to suffer and write for jimin,,,, perhaps i should suffer and write him an entire au with plot,, just like he deserves 😌
⏤ commissioned by @opaljm in exchange for a blm donation // beta read the these lovely people: @yeoldontknow, @luffles424, @peekaboongi, @sunshinekims, @inthecrescentmoonight, @tricethecharm, @jjungkooksthighs, @dontaskshhhhh and @nervouskiwi!!
⏤ disclaimer: in order to ensure all characters are 18+, i’ve tweaked the hogwarts curriculum to include ‘apprenticeships’ and ‘masterships’, essentially wizarding equivalent of graduates/post-grad, and as a result, yn is 21 and jimin is 22!! // additional disclaimer: i know absolutely fuck all about tarot cards and readings and therefore thank you to the lovely @yeoldontknow for picking which cards to use as well as giving me the explanations/details of the reading!
⇥ this ones for all my kinky virgins out there, hope y’all stay freaks 😤
Hidden in the private dorms of the Potions Apprentice Quarters, you sit on the floor in the common room. Large, arched windows litter one side of the room, charmed - just like the Great Hall’s ceiling - to reflect the weather outside of the castle. Though, unlike the Great Hall, the charm could be turned off at will - allowing a magnificent, if not eerie, view of the underwaters of the Black Lake and all of its creatures. Currently, the charm is off, and the lake’s murky waters cast a dark hue to the room, bathing everything with a dark-teal tinge. Dark, crushed-velvet curtains drape down from the ceiling, the velour fabric only adding to the ominous scene of the Black Lake.
Despite the dismally grim sight of the lake, the rest of the common room is pleasant, and homely - if a little cold. With the space shared by all Potion’s Apprentices, from years eight to ten, regardless of the house, the interior is decorated in shades of black and grey rather than Hogwarts House colours. Dark, almost black, wenge wood furniture litters the room: from the large beams that run across the ceiling - holding onto the chandeliers, to the towering bookcases that fringe one wall of the room - brimming with rare potion tomes; as well as the glass-lined cabinets that cluster one corner of the room - teeming with vials and flasks of all sorts of potioneering ingredients.
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NO NO, I DON’T WANT TO GO BACK AND LEAVE JIMINNN. YOU MOTHERFUCKER, I need to learn how to make a portal first so I can go back to Jimin.
Does the tether not have a mindlink like in ABO universe?🤔 BECAUSE JIMIN DEFINITELY HAVE TO KNOW THIS SITUATION.😤🤬🤯
“Between the Lines” (part 3)
Pairings: Faerie Prince!Jimin x Reader
Warnings: lil angst, smut, nipple play, blowjob, fingering, penetration, unsafe sex, squirting, fluff.
Word count: 6.5k
Synopsis: On a dare, you sneak into an abandoned library late at night. Wandering through dusty shelves, you stumble across a secret passageway to a private stash of much older books. Thinking nothing of it, you open the first one you touch and find yourself transported through time and space into a lush green forest filled with magical creatures. Including the one you knock off his horse as you land in this new world. Despite your initial shock and mistrust of him, he does his best to get you home. Until you find, through trials you overcome together, you might just want to stay.
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Here is part 3! I know I said this would be the last part but the two endings didn’t mesh well together and it all just seemed rushed SO I will be posting a part 4 separately probably tomorrow or Monday. I cannot thank you guys enough. I SERIOUSLY don’t have adequate words to describe how grateful I am for you all. I hope you like it! Previous parts are linked below! Enjoy!
Part 1: https://lunaandhertrashheap.tumblr.com/post/620218975071125504/between-the-lines-part-1
Part 2: https://lunaandhertrashheap.tumblr.com/post/620386233751945216/between-the-lines-part-2
Long after he left you were still awake, watching the diamond sky twinkle then melt away as sun after sun rose in its glory. Yet as breathtaking as it was, your mind was occupied with other things; like the blonde haired elf who was on some perilous quest for his right to rule at this very moment, Sol having informed you of his departure an hour ago.
He didn’t come to say goodbye.
As far as he was concerned, he’d said it last night.
And you hadn’t asked him to stay, even though you wanted to.
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I have no word☺️😊😆
coffee, with a side of you | pjm
pairing: jimin x reader
summary: the new barista at your favourite café is really bad at making coffee, but you keep drinking it. what else are you supposed to do when he smiles at you the way he does?
genre: fluff, strangers to lovers
warning: cursing
word count: 3.3k
author’s note: this was written in honour of the most delicious coffee i’ve ever had made by my baby sister. i usually don’t like coffee, but she totally blew me away today with her genius coffee making skills. then i was inspired to write this eheh. pls enjoy!!
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LOL Park Jimin, what a chance it is to have a routine with those pantie
fast cycle | pjm | m
— summary; in which your roommate, Jimin, has an intense kink for lingerie (yours, especially), and just happens to spot your used panties as he’s washing the clothes.
— content and warnings; lingerie fetish, masturbation, underwear sniffing and all that good stuff… a tiny bit of degradation kink in the background, roommate!jimin, kind of frenemies? Idk there’s some tension lmao
— words; 2.6k
requested by anon.
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It was a warm and sleepy Sunday evening when Jimin rolled himself out of his bed, hating every cell of his body for saying that he would be responsible for the laundry of the week.
He knew that it was coming: after all, you two had agreed on the task division on the same day that you had moved in with him (against your will), and you had found the apartment a bit too dirty for your liking. When you saw that the trash hadn’t been thrown out in at least a few days and there was a thin coat of dust covering basically every object besides his laptop and a bottle of lotion, you knew that there needed to be an arrangement in order for you not to cut his head off in the following hours.
So, the past week, when you made him decide between vacuuming the entire apartment or doing the laundry (which consisted of throwing the clothes in the machine and pushing a few buttons), he obviously went for the easier option.
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Well fuck Jimin. I don’t know what to say because it’s just good and can we not to make a conclusion just by the thing we see (or hear).
santa&prada
part of my opposites attract! series.
ksj / knj / myg / jhs / kth / jjk
pairing: rich!jimin x reader
summary: Yeah, Park Jimin most likely didn’t even realize he was being a rude and disrespectful son of a bitch.
wordcount: 5k
genre: smut - angst(? - fluff (? idk u tell me
rated: m
warnings: a christmas fic in late november, cursing, a huge misunderstanding lmao, i call jimin ‘park jimin’ too many times bc i felt like it, car sex, oral (f recieving), some good ole spanking, (kinda) rough and unprotected sex, a lil of dirty talk, spit kink. thats about it. just an excuse to write jimin fucking you in a car. jimin is not as bad as oc thinks srsly.
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AWWW, we human really should try to talk our feeling out and not to be afraid of the consequences. Says the one who is insecure as fuck to confess her feeling.
Ignorantly, Yours
Word Count: 10.6k
Pairing: Alpha!Jimin x Omega!Reader
Genre: Wolf!AU, Best Friends to Lovers!AU; fluff, smut, angst
Warnings: dom!Jimin, sub!reader, A/B/O dynamics, heat sex, fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk (including a bit of possessiveness), marking, creampie, hair pulling, degradation, praise, rough sex, multiple orgasms
Rating: 18+
Summary: You never could have expected your best friend to show up at your apartment right as you were about to go into heat, but when he did, something in you just wouldn’t let him go.
A/N: Truly, this was never supposed to be more than drabble. Which truly became a nuisance once it grew a lot and I had to go back and change a lot of things during editing. This is my first fic with some sort of supernatural element to it, and I had a lot of fun! I hope you guys enjoy, and please let me know what you think!
Reposted without the header gif and without any links or taglist. Sorry for any inconvenience if you were already looking at the first post. I will reblog with the taglist shortly.
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Maybe it should have been embarrassing.
Maybe it was, 5 years ago when the habit first started.
5 years ago, when you’d had your first pre-heat. When the world had quickly become too overwhelming, your nose unused to the myriad of scents that assaulted you in your sensitivity. Your skin feeling so raw that even the clothes on your back felt uncomfortable.
It was then, in your childhood bedroom, amidst everything else, you recognized a scent that accompanied you through your life for as long as you could remember. A scent that felt like home, felt like warm days under the sun and shared laughter under blankets at midnight.
Your nose had led you to the bottom drawer of your dresser, your hands digging through the mess of fabric there until you pulled out an orange hoodie. You didn’t remember ever having it, and it looked small enough to have been from years ago – maybe even from before he presented.
But as you pulled it out of that drawer, the scent that might have been faint to you any other day filled your nostrils. A blueberry and pine scent that left you feeling calmer instantly, safer. Whether that had to do more with your friendship or his alpha status wasn’t a thought that crossed your mind. All you knew at the time was that it made everything better – he made everything better, even when he wasn’t there.
That marked the first time you laid in your bed, curling yourself around that small piece of comfort, your face shoved into the soft fabric. The peace that washed over you then was addicting, and any thought of giving up that feeling was unfathomable.
And if Jimin noticed how you were covered in his own scent when he saw you after every heat since that day, he didn’t say a thing.
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No offense, but Jimin is so cute and hot.😳🥵
Rebound || pjm
↠ Rebound ↞ Who cared if Kim Taehyung slept with other people? You sure as hell didn’t. That’s what friends with benefits meant, right? No, it didn’t matter that you were halfway in love with him. And no, you sure as hell weren’t going to try and make him jealous with a complete stranger. Nope, not at all. Right?
Right.
Word Count: 8.7k
Warnings/Genre: College!au. Smut. pwp. s2l. Explicit language. Alcohol use. Angst. Jealousy. Pining. Fluff. Penetrative sex. Fingering. Dom!Jimin. Sub!Reader. One shot.
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“So you’re coming to the party tonight, right?”
The feminine and slightly accusatory voice of your best friend went in one ear and out of the other. You were too busy watching the digital red numbers counting upwards above the elevator doors to pay much attention to your phone. The hum of the steel machine sent vibrations through your spine as you leaned against the back wall. With your heart in your throat and palms sweating, you took a deep breath.
“Hello? Y/n!”
“I dunno, Jennie,” you mumbled, bottom lip tucked between your teeth. The elevator was so slow that it practically moved backwards in time. “I might be too busy to go tonight.”
There was a slight pause on the other end of the line and you could picture the way Jennie was probably comparing outfits to wear for the night. “What you mean by that is, ‘I can’t go to a party with my best friend because I’ll be too busy fucking Kim Taehyung.’ Was I close?”
Not even her crass words could wipe the excited smile from your face. “Maybe.”
Kim Taehyung.
Three months of hooking up with the guy and still just hearing his name brought a blush to your cheeks. It was no secret that every girl (and even some of the guys) on campus had a crush on him at some point. He was beautiful. Adonis masquerading as a human made of flesh and blood. Tall, slim and charismatic, he knew everyone and everyone knew him. If you needed a connection, Taehyung was the person that you went to. Teachers loved him, grandmothers loved him, animals loved him.
Which, of course, meant that he could have any single person that he blinked those pretty brown eyes at.
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AWWWW JIMINIE IS SO CUTE😆
Warm Winter | Jimin
→ summary: “Hey, some asshole pulled the fire alarm at the dead of night and I couldn’t help but notice that you are severely underdressed for the cold weather so would you like to share my jacket? Did I mention that I am severely in love with you?” -Park Jimin’s internal dialogue as he approaches you, 2017
{or alternatively: Kim Taehyung is an idiot, thankfully}
→ genre: college!au, fluff, humor (why are my plots always so dumb)
→ words: 1.7K
→ a/n: belated merry christmas you ho ho hoes!
“well, look at the bright side! at least you thought to wear underwear, right?” seulgi, your wonderful and appropriately clothed roommate, murmurs lowly, as she looks at your significantly unclothed state in silent appraisal. she pauses to squint at you. “you are wearing underwear, right?”
you suppose the somewhat overdramatic groan that exits your mouth is answer enough for her.
“which do you think would be less painful? dying of hypothermia or embarrassment?” you groan, fighting the urge to smash your head on the icy concrete and just end it all.
“probably the hypothermia,” seulgi supplies helpfully, patting your bare shoulder in comfort.
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After reading this, I just realized how much I miss my time on high school 😢
pjm | high school sweethearts (m.)
Words: 18.4k Genres: high school!au, f2l, never been kissed!au, a lil bit of 2000’s movie angst :) Warnings: defloration, fingering, dry humping, a smidge of dirty talk, oral (f&m), teenagers being hormonal what else would this be :( Playlist: ♡
Summary: You are not one to believe in high school romance nor any kind of romance at all. Your world is turned upside down when you had to write about falling in love in high school. Having no experience, good thing your best pal Jimin came to the rescue. He’s about to show you what falling in love is like through his broken perspective after his girlfriend just broke up with him.
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Power Play (m)
⇥ written as part of the Lights, Camera, Action! pornstar collab ⇤
➾ 27.6k
➾ warnings: degradation/ humiliation, unprotected sex, creampies, cum eating, thigh riding, ass play, spitting, mentions of religion (porn scene involving a Catholic priest and school girl- please skip over if this offends you!), mentions of impregnation
➾ a/n: thank you so much to my deli fairy @jimlingss for hearing me out when i was ranting about how hard it was to write this. you gave me so much inspiration and motivation to write, and this fic would not be here without you :D @parkmuse you are the absolute mvp for offering to beta read this monster. thank you for validating me when i needed it TT i know you’ll just nut over this so enjoy ;-) and of course!!!! @winetae I’m so happy and grateful to be a part of this collaboration 😭 im honoured to be able to fulfil your porn star dreams :”D
happy valentine’s day 🌹❤️
please do check out the other lovely writers in the collab too!!
➾ summary: You know him as the A lister of all porn stars; a man who sits pretty in his place at the top of the food chain. But you also know him as the Park Jimin who single handedly humiliated you and ruined your own career as a rookie just starting out, the epitome of the biggest dick in the entire industry… and you’re not talking about his assets. But when Park Jimin comes to you, saying he’s in a slump that only you can get him out of and begs you to sign an exclusive contract with him; things get messy… in more ways than one.
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💜💜💜
The Owner
✂ Pairing: Yandere! Ghost! Park Jimin x Female! Reader
✂ Word Count: 3,9k+
✂ Warnings: Death, murder, blood
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Wanna write a story when the MC isn’t skeptical bc I do believe in spirits, although not to the point of being overly superstitious. And phew, does it exceed my expectations.
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Hello there! Congratulations on your followers count! Much deserved. 🫶🏻
May I please request a Yandere!Jimin with this scenario - “What was supposed to be a one night stand with a member turned out to be more when he couldn’t let go.”
Thank you for giving us great stories and being my guilty pleasure when adulting is soooo hard. I find your account one of my safe place. ☺️
Pairing: Mafia!Park Jimin x Reader
Warnings: Soft Yandere, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Light sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.
A/N: thank you so much my love!! I’m happy to hear that you consider this account as one of your safe place. A highest of compliment ahuhu 💜
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“You’re so beautiful,” Jimin said in admiration, his eyes taking in his fill as you stripped off of your dress. His soft words did not move you. Instead, you pushed him on the bed and crawled on top of him. This was not the time for romance.
This was the time for you to lose your virginity.
It would be the biggest ‘fuck you’ to your family who thought that you were all living in the 1800s when it was acceptable for arrange marriages. However, your anger was squashed by the thought of your fiancé who was just as against the would-be union as you were. He had only communicated with you through messages, never in person. He said that the two of you really weren’t going to go through it, so why would the two of you waste time knowing each other? He was so blunt that you actually laughed while reading his messages. He was so disgusted by the marriage that it seeped through the words.
You agreed to show both your disagreement tomorrow to the families. In a way, you were lucky to have been promised to a man like him. He was as against it as you, if not more. So really, you weren’t worried for tomorrow.
But still, you were mad that they thought they could decide for you.
“Shut up,” you growled at him before kissing him in his seductive lips. He chuckled at your cute attempts in dominance. Jimin let you lead for so long, until he flipped the two of you off with so much ease. His strength was unexpected from his lean body.
When he knew you were ready, he slowly thrusted into you…only to feel the barrier signifying your innocence.
He lost his playful smile, his eyes suddenly turning serious as he looked at your tearful ones. “You’re a virgin?” He asked in disbelief.
“Well…not anymore,” you replied in a small voice, somehow certain that he was going to leave now that he knew. But Park Jimin did the exact opposite. You felt him kiss your forehead so slowly you could pretend that this meant something. He smiled at you in assurance before resuming his movements.
Park Jimin would take care of you.
Park Jimin woke up without you.
His happy mood turned sour when he saw his arms empty. He hated it. He didn’t know why he hated it when he had never, ever spent a night with someone he fucked with.
But that was the thing. He didn’t just fuck you. It felt more.
“You let her go?” He repeated to the trembling guard. Despite his height, Jimin had an explosive anger. His rage was hard to reach, yet once he did, he was even harder to calm down. “What time did she leave?”
“I-I wasn’t aware she wasn’t allowed to leave, sir,” he answered the mafia heir, his head bowed down. “She left at two in the morning, sir.”
Oh. So you left like a common thief, then.
You left him like what you both did was something inherently wrong.
You left him as though he didn’t take care of you.
You left him.
And he couldn’t have that, could he?
He would look for you, but first he needed to settle something.
“Where on earth were you?!” Your mother shouted as soon a she saw you entered the mansion. “Your fiancé will be here in an hour and you still look like a mess!”
You almost couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes from her over-the-top dramatics. Whatever you had to say, she wouldn’t listen to anyway. You were dolled up as soon as she ushered you to your room. Her choice of dress for you carefully laid out as though you were just a doll. You hair was styled to her liking, your makeup to her preference.
You looked at yourself on the mirror with no emotion. This would end, anyway. You and your so-called fiancé would make sure of it.
You were done being someone else’s doll.
You smirked as you sipped your tea. Your parents were getting impatient. Meanwhile, his parents were already in the vast living room, his father seething as he tried to contact his son. They were all a mess, except for you. You were thoroughly enjoying this. Who knew? Maybe after this debacle, you and him could be good friends.
It was almost one hour after the agreed upon meeting when the door opened. The air changed significantly as though a storm was about to come. If only you knew…
“I’m sorry I kept you waiting,” a smooth voice sounded from behind you. Finally, he was here. You gently placed the cup of tea back on the table like the princess that you were raised to be. You straightened your back as the families kept up with pleasantries.
“I came here to announce that I-“
Finally, he was going to say it. With a smile on your face, you looked behind you.
Only to see him.
Park. Jimin.
He blinked owlishly at you, processing what was happening in front of him. And then the fucker smiled like an angel.
It was just his luck, he thought. There you were- meant for him. He didn’t need to go far to search for you. You were within his reach all along.
This was destiny.
He grabbed your hand in his before facing your family. “I’m here to announce that I will gladly marry your daughter.”
What the fuck?
Idol! Jimin x Reader: Scars (Yoongi's sister au)
Summary: Growing up in a strict household is difficult. Especially when your elder brother is in a place doing something your parents strongly disapprove. Their eyes are always on you. Your brother saves you from them, but you caught the eye of a certain fluffy cheeked member.
A/n: This idea has been sitting in my head for a long time so I finally decided to write it down. There are discussions about mental health, abuse, self harm, so if any of that makes you uncomfortable read at your own discretion.
Also THIS
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"Why can't you be better? You're a worse disappointment than your brother"
"You're worthless"
"Why couldn't you have been born smarter?"
Once again your cries were heard to be echoed in the flat. The pin to your door being put in a hurry, not that you could hear it beyond your own sobs. A warm embrace held you, as you sobbed.
"It's okay. It's okay, they can't get you" Your brother said.
It's been the same for the past week, since he brought you away from your parents. You have been living with your parents for the past 16 years, they were always disappointed in your siblings. They wanted you to follow the family steps to be lawyers, it's a family legacy. But neither of you did, and you had to face years of verbal abuse and mistreatment. Until your brother pulled you out of that hell-hole.
Yoongi cradled you in his arms as another pair wrapped around you. He rubbed comforting circles on your back.
"It's okay Y/n. You have all of us" you heard Jimin's calming voice say. You took a few shaky breaths, until they got steady.
"I'm so sorry to bother you guys" you said. You knew Yoongi's sleep was important to him and his health.
"Oh please. Just lie down." Yoongi said with a smile "And you, back to the room" he motioned towards Jimin, who pouted and went back.
That's how your life in Seoul started. Soon you got enrolled into SNU and moved to a different living space.
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"You're not eating enough, again" Yuna, your roommate said.
"It's okay! I'm not that hungry" you said.
"It's okay. She's a grown up, She knows what she's doing" Nancy said.
"Thanks Nana" you said.
You just rushed out of the house and made your way to the book store when you passed by two girls gossiping when a name caught you attend "Park Jimin"
You heard them say "I don't think he could date Seulgi. She's not even that pretty" and the two laughed.
You felt a very well known tug at your heart and you sped up your pace to not listen to any of that. You entered the cafe/restaurant you work in and took on the apron.
"Hello Y/n did you eat? How has your day been so far" you boss asked
"It was good maam" you said bowing.
"Aigoo, how many times have I told you to call me eomoni. Don't be so formal. You are just like my daughter" she said. You started your daily chores and rode through the busiest timing of the day. As you were leaving you noticed a well known car by the back exit of the restaurant and ran to it. Seeing you Jimin rushed out of the car and pulled you in a hug, you found your brother beside him and hugged him tight as he patted you head.
"You're still not eating well are you?" Jimin questioned.
"It's nothing I'm just a bit stressed with studies" you said.
"How many times have I told you to stop working and concentrate on studies only" Yoongi chided.
"I told you Ms. Hong, needs me and I like working here" you said, and Jimin nodded.
The three of you grabbed dinner at a restaurant and caught up with the past activities. It was regular for you and your brother to meet and catch up once in a while, one of the maknaes, specially Jimin or Jungkook or even Hobi at times accompanied him, but that was rare.
Jimin was jumpy today and Yoongi noticed that. He always seemed to want to say something but he was hesitant. Until you asked "What have you been up to Jimin?"
"Just busy shaking rumours. Things get out of hand at times" he said. And just like that the dread you were feeling since the morning faded away. You three talked a bit more and then they dropped you at your apartment and left. You felt happy, it had actually been some time since you just saw Yoongi and you felt happy.
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"You could have done that on the phone," Yoongi said to Jimin after they dropped his sister at her apartment.
"I have no idea what you are talking about" Jimin said not meeting his Hyung's gaze.
"It's futile to try to lie to me" Yoongi said.
"I needed to see her. OKAY! What do you want to know? You've already known that I was in love with her since I first saw here when we went to Daegu. That I was so glad when you brought her to us and wanted to drag her back when she decided to move out. That I keep trying to drop hints but she never picks any of them up!" Jimin ranted in frustration.
"Woah! Calm down Jimini, she's not used to this stuff" He said
"I know and I'm willing to wait as long as she needs," Jimin said
"You should start by making her feel better about herself" Yoongi said "Like you always do"
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"Y/nie, where were you?" Nancy asked as you entered
"I was out with my brother and his friend" you said softly.
"Is it the same friend you have a crush on?" Yuna asked with a naughty smile.
You simply shook your head and went inside your room. "Why have you never confessed to him?" Nancy asked
"Because I am me? I'm too ordinary for him" you said
"Look, Y/n not everyone can be special, it doesn't mean you don't deserve love" Nancy said giving you a smile, and left your room. She was right, but it still hurt to think. What's the use of telling if you're gonna get rejected anyway.
"Don't listen to her" Yuna told you "She's just-"
"Very truthful?" You cut her and said
"Rude" Yuna said "You're too special, you're smart and sensible and funny and a really good painter. Jimin would be stupid to not like you"
Yes, Yuna knew, she was the only one who knew outside the company, that Yoongi is your brother. Nancy just knows a random name you came up with and stuck with as your brother. Yoongi had taken one look at her photo and told you to never tell her. You never knew why.
A few days later you received an invitation to go watch an award show and watch the new debut group. You thought it would be fun as the boys were around your age so you decided to go anyway. A company car picked you up and you joined the audience. You were once again amazed at the performance that BTS put up, growing up you've always heard Yoongi play but watching him rap and dance live always made you so proud. You blushed at the intense steps when Jimin was in the center. You also watched the 5 member group called Tomorrow by Together. You actually found all 5 of them so cute.
You were escorted to backstage to the BTS greenroom where all the members greeted you with warm hugs. Jimin's hug anyhow felt warmer and you lingered on a bit, but he didn't seem to mind.
Later the members of TxT members came to greet their sunbaes, You were about to leave but Yoongi held you to stay. They all greeted each other and Yoongi introduced you as his sister. They all waved at you as you blushed and waved back.
"She really looks like you Yoongi sunbae, so pretty" Beomgyu said.
Jimin looked at him with a smile, his smile got wider when he found you blushing and thanked Beomgyu mentally. No, he didn't feel jealous he loved it when people liked you and gived you attention and compliments. He almost feels proud of the way you carry yourself. And at that moment he felt that he should tell you, not ask you anything in return, but just let you know of his feeling.
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You were really nervous when jimin called you oustide "to Talk". Jimin was more nervous though.
"Y/n I want to tell you something" Jimin said and he took a step towards you. He took your hand in his. You didn't really know what to say so you decided to remain silent.
"Y/nie, I really like you," he said, with a smile that engulfed his eyes. "I know it's sudden and I don't expect you to reciprocate or even say something. I just wanna let you know that I have feelings for you".
You were in shock you pulled your hand away from him.
"What do you mean you like me? Don't you know who and what I am?" you asked and Jimin was taken aback. It was okay if you didn't have feelings for him, but on earth was this supposed to mean?
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"You can't have feelings for me. You simply can't come up to me and make me feel like you like me back. I am ME! I am a Nobody, I have nothing. YOU! You're too good for someone like me Jimin. Please get out of this misconception of yours" you said and ran away, as it was getting impossible to keep the tears at bay. NO, HE CAN"T LIKE YOU! THAT WILL RUIN HIS CAREER!! NO! YOU AND HIM CAN NEVER HAPPEN.
You rushed to the nearest bus stand and took a ride home, meanwhile BTS were totally shocked. "Wait, wait she said You simply can't come up to me and make me feel like you like me back." Hoseok repeated and Jimin went wide-eyed. That was when he realized that she liked him. Then what the hell was all that she said for?
"Don't worry. I will talk to her tomorrow" Yoongi said, saving the day.
So, here you were sitting in the genius lab waiting for your brother 4 days after the show, you will have lunch together. You didn't want to come but your brother threatened you with the same"If you don't come, I'll go to you" after you ignored him for straight 3 days, you didn't want that so you had to comply.
"Why did you do that?" Yoongi asked
"What? I did nothing" you said confused, you were just sitting.
"Why did you reject Jimin, when you clearly like him too?" Yoongi asked, keeping his headphones aside.
"It doesn't matter! Have all of you gone crazy?" You asked. "What will happen if dispatch finds out?!" you added.
"I will not let myself ruin him!" You said. Yoongi stood up and shook you by your shoulders. "Who told these things to you? If anything, Jimin would be lucky to have you!" you sighed.
"Do you really believe that?" you asked
"I know that!" Yoongi said "Do you know Jimin didn't have a blink of sleep he has been working and dancing day and night for the last days! Eat and then go see him"
You thought back to what Yuna said that day, to trust the process and take chances. Well, she was asking you to confess but now you know how Jimin feels. Should you may be, take a chance? What if-
Your thoughts were interupted by Yoongi who said "Stop overthinking the situation. Just go see him"
After lunch and some more encouraging words you finally set off towards the dance studios when you heard his new unreleased song being played in one of the room. You entered listening to the lyrics:
"The cosmos moved for us
was nothing slightly out of place
Our happiness was expected
Cuz you love me And I love you"
And his eyes met you, you could swear you felt like time had stopped and Jimin stood still in the position of the step he was doing last. You waved and Jimin almost lost balance as he sped up to come to stand infront of you, you thought he would hug you. He thought that too though, but he controlled himself. He didn't know if he should and you could see the hesitation in his eyes. You didn't know how to feel. You felt bad and hence you closed the gap and hugged him tightly. His arms instantly wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer.
"I'm so sorry. I was scared" you say
"Don't worry, we'll take it slow" he said, as he pulled your hand to sit at a corner. You told him your concerns and he told you what he sees in you. How he feels he doesn't deserve you and how he'd be glad if you'd date him. Even you were surprised when you nodded your head yes, he almost squashed you in a hug. It was around 6 when you finally left, and you had to complete a few assignments.
When you left that day, you felt a bit better, actually a hell lot better, when you waved a hand from the cab to your boyfriend standing on the curb. You felt so good that you didn't notice two eyes looking at you from far with shock and disdain. You wanted to reach home quick to tell Yuna but then you remembered how she said she had a deadline today and would be home late. Well, you'll tell her tomorrow morning.
You entered your house to find it dark and quiet, you took two steps towards the switchboard when you felt a hard strike on the back of your head and everything went dark.
You felt a slap on your cheek and hissed, your vision was hazy, you tried to move but you could not, you were tied to a chair. You could finally see and the face you saw scared you.
"Finally, you're awake, took you one and a half hours? I almost thought you were dead" You heard, the words, they sounded venoumous.
"NANCY! WHAT THE FUCK?!" you asked "LET ME GO!"
"You WHORE!" *SLAP* "YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD LIE TO ME!" *SLAP* "yOU THOUGHT YOU COULD HIDE HIM FROM ME!" *SLAP*
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN!" you screamed "AND LET ME GO! UNTIE ME!"
"Oh I know how you meet up with MY JIMINIE OPPA! HE"S YOUR BROTHER! AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME!" *SLAP*
"You're making a mistake Nancy. You got it all wrong! Let me go! Let me go!" You tried to move and get yourself free but it was useless. If you move more then the ropes might bruise you instead so you stayed still.
"Poor Y/nie, did you think that just because you have a hot popular brother that you're better than the rest of us? THAN ME!" she said. "Gimme his number, TELL ME YOUR PASSWORD!" she suddenly said.
"What no! Nancy stay away! LEMME GO!" you said, almost close to tears, the ropes are hurting your wrist. She was about to smack you when suddenly she fell on the ground. You found Yuna behind her, with a vase in her hand.
"Y/n!!" a worried Jimin rushed to you, with Suga on the other side.
"Are you okay?!" Your brother asked. As soon as your wrists were free Jimin was about to engulf you in a hug but Yoongi bet him to it.
"You worried us so bad" He said, Jimin inspected your cheeks that was red and swollen a bit.
"The police are here" Yuna said
"You guys! HOW?!" you asked.
"Remember I told you to text me once you reach home? well, when you didn't I got a bit worried because the sasaeng problems have increased recently, they even followed and attacked a staff last day and weren't caught. So, Yoongi hyung contacted Yoona, who was already on her way back and we heard the conversation and understood the situation. It was Yoongi hyung's idea to use the fire exit as if we used the door that maniac would have gotten a heads up" he said now hugging you.
Soon the police came and restrained her movement, she cursed and shouted all the way as Yoongi and Jimin were hiding in your room.
As soon as they went, Jimin rushed outside to hold you in a tight hug again, you looked up at him and he was staring into your eyes, Yoongi and Yuna decided to leave the room as your faces drew closer.
Yoongi knew you were in safe hands.
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Idol! Jimin x Reader: Scars (Yoongi's sister au)
Summary: Growing up in a strict household is difficult. Especially when your elder brother is in a place doing something your parents strongly disapprove. Their eyes are always on you. Your brother saves you from them, but you caught the eye of a certain fluffy cheeked member.
A/n: This idea has been sitting in my head for a long time so I finally decided to write it down. There are discussions about mental health, abuse, self harm, so if any of that makes you uncomfortable read at your own discretion.
Also THIS
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"Why can't you be better? You're a worse disappointment than your brother"
"You're worthless"
"Why couldn't you have been born smarter?"
Once again your cries were heard to be echoed in the flat. The pin to your door being put in a hurry, not that you could hear it beyond your own sobs. A warm embrace held you, as you sobbed.
"It's okay. It's okay, they can't get you" Your brother said.
It's been the same for the past week, since he brought you away from your parents. You have been living with your parents for the past 16 years, they were always disappointed in your siblings. They wanted you to follow the family steps to be lawyers, it's a family legacy. But neither of you did, and you had to face years of verbal abuse and mistreatment. Until your brother pulled you out of that hell-hole.
Yoongi cradled you in his arms as another pair wrapped around you. He rubbed comforting circles on your back.
"It's okay Y/n. You have all of us" you heard Jimin's calming voice say. You took a few shaky breaths, until they got steady.
"I'm so sorry to bother you guys" you said. You knew Yoongi's sleep was important to him and his health.
"Oh please. Just lie down." Yoongi said with a smile "And you, back to the room" he motioned towards Jimin, who pouted and went back.
That's how your life in Seoul started. Soon you got enrolled into SNU and moved to a different living space.
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"You're not eating enough, again" Yuna, your roommate said.
"It's okay! I'm not that hungry" you said.
"It's okay. She's a grown up, She knows what she's doing" Nancy said.
"Thanks Nana" you said.
You just rushed out of the house and made your way to the book store when you passed by two girls gossiping when a name caught you attend "Park Jimin"
You heard them say "I don't think he could date Seulgi. She's not even that pretty" and the two laughed.
You felt a very well known tug at your heart and you sped up your pace to not listen to any of that. You entered the cafe/restaurant you work in and took on the apron.
"Hello Y/n did you eat? How has your day been so far" you boss asked
"It was good maam" you said bowing.
"Aigoo, how many times have I told you to call me eomoni. Don't be so formal. You are just like my daughter" she said. You started your daily chores and rode through the busiest timing of the day. As you were leaving you noticed a well known car by the back exit of the restaurant and ran to it. Seeing you Jimin rushed out of the car and pulled you in a hug, you found your brother beside him and hugged him tight as he patted you head.
"You're still not eating well are you?" Jimin questioned.
"It's nothing I'm just a bit stressed with studies" you said.
"How many times have I told you to stop working and concentrate on studies only" Yoongi chided.
"I told you Ms. Hong, needs me and I like working here" you said, and Jimin nodded.
The three of you grabbed dinner at a restaurant and caught up with the past activities. It was regular for you and your brother to meet and catch up once in a while, one of the maknaes, specially Jimin or Jungkook or even Hobi at times accompanied him, but that was rare.
Jimin was jumpy today and Yoongi noticed that. He always seemed to want to say something but he was hesitant. Until you asked "What have you been up to Jimin?"
"Just busy shaking rumours. Things get out of hand at times" he said. And just like that the dread you were feeling since the morning faded away. You three talked a bit more and then they dropped you at your apartment and left. You felt happy, it had actually been some time since you just saw Yoongi and you felt happy.
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"You could have done that on the phone," Yoongi said to Jimin after they dropped his sister at her apartment.
"I have no idea what you are talking about" Jimin said not meeting his Hyung's gaze.
"It's futile to try to lie to me" Yoongi said.
"I needed to see her. OKAY! What do you want to know? You've already known that I was in love with her since I first saw here when we went to Daegu. That I was so glad when you brought her to us and wanted to drag her back when she decided to move out. That I keep trying to drop hints but she never picks any of them up!" Jimin ranted in frustration.
"Woah! Calm down Jimini, she's not used to this stuff" He said
"I know and I'm willing to wait as long as she needs," Jimin said
"You should start by making her feel better about herself" Yoongi said "Like you always do"
----------------------------------------------------
"Y/nie, where were you?" Nancy asked as you entered
"I was out with my brother and his friend" you said softly.
"Is it the same friend you have a crush on?" Yuna asked with a naughty smile.
You simply shook your head and went inside your room. "Why have you never confessed to him?" Nancy asked
"Because I am me? I'm too ordinary for him" you said
"Look, Y/n not everyone can be special, it doesn't mean you don't deserve love" Nancy said giving you a smile, and left your room. She was right, but it still hurt to think. What's the use of telling if you're gonna get rejected anyway.
"Don't listen to her" Yuna told you "She's just-"
"Very truthful?" You cut her and said
"Rude" Yuna said "You're too special, you're smart and sensible and funny and a really good painter. Jimin would be stupid to not like you"
Yes, Yuna knew, she was the only one who knew outside the company, that Yoongi is your brother. Nancy just knows a random name you came up with and stuck with as your brother. Yoongi had taken one look at her photo and told you to never tell her. You never knew why.
A few days later you received an invitation to go watch an award show and watch the new debut group. You thought it would be fun as the boys were around your age so you decided to go anyway. A company car picked you up and you joined the audience. You were once again amazed at the performance that BTS put up, growing up you've always heard Yoongi play but watching him rap and dance live always made you so proud. You blushed at the intense steps when Jimin was in the center. You also watched the 5 member group called Tomorrow by Together. You actually found all 5 of them so cute.
You were escorted to backstage to the BTS greenroom where all the members greeted you with warm hugs. Jimin's hug anyhow felt warmer and you lingered on a bit, but he didn't seem to mind.
Later the members of TxT members came to greet their sunbaes, You were about to leave but Yoongi held you to stay. They all greeted each other and Yoongi introduced you as his sister. They all waved at you as you blushed and waved back.
"She really looks like you Yoongi sunbae, so pretty" Beomgyu said.
Jimin looked at him with a smile, his smile got wider when he found you blushing and thanked Beomgyu mentally. No, he didn't feel jealous he loved it when people liked you and gived you attention and compliments. He almost feels proud of the way you carry yourself. And at that moment he felt that he should tell you, not ask you anything in return, but just let you know of his feeling.
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You were really nervous when jimin called you oustide "to Talk". Jimin was more nervous though.
"Y/n I want to tell you something" Jimin said and he took a step towards you. He took your hand in his. You didn't really know what to say so you decided to remain silent.
"Y/nie, I really like you," he said, with a smile that engulfed his eyes. "I know it's sudden and I don't expect you to reciprocate or even say something. I just wanna let you know that I have feelings for you".
You were in shock you pulled your hand away from him.
"What do you mean you like me? Don't you know who and what I am?" you asked and Jimin was taken aback. It was okay if you didn't have feelings for him, but on earth was this supposed to mean?
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"You can't have feelings for me. You simply can't come up to me and make me feel like you like me back. I am ME! I am a Nobody, I have nothing. YOU! You're too good for someone like me Jimin. Please get out of this misconception of yours" you said and ran away, as it was getting impossible to keep the tears at bay. NO, HE CAN"T LIKE YOU! THAT WILL RUIN HIS CAREER!! NO! YOU AND HIM CAN NEVER HAPPEN.
You rushed to the nearest bus stand and took a ride home, meanwhile BTS were totally shocked. "Wait, wait she said You simply can't come up to me and make me feel like you like me back." Hoseok repeated and Jimin went wide-eyed. That was when he realized that she liked him. Then what the hell was all that she said for?
"Don't worry. I will talk to her tomorrow" Yoongi said, saving the day.
So, here you were sitting in the genius lab waiting for your brother 4 days after the show, you will have lunch together. You didn't want to come but your brother threatened you with the same"If you don't come, I'll go to you" after you ignored him for straight 3 days, you didn't want that so you had to comply.
"Why did you do that?" Yoongi asked
"What? I did nothing" you said confused, you were just sitting.
"Why did you reject Jimin, when you clearly like him too?" Yoongi asked, keeping his headphones aside.
"It doesn't matter! Have all of you gone crazy?" You asked. "What will happen if dispatch finds out?!" you added.
"I will not let myself ruin him!" You said. Yoongi stood up and shook you by your shoulders. "Who told these things to you? If anything, Jimin would be lucky to have you!" you sighed.
"Do you really believe that?" you asked
"I know that!" Yoongi said "Do you know Jimin didn't have a blink of sleep he has been working and dancing day and night for the last days! Eat and then go see him"
You thought back to what Yuna said that day, to trust the process and take chances. Well, she was asking you to confess but now you know how Jimin feels. Should you may be, take a chance? What if-
Your thoughts were interupted by Yoongi who said "Stop overthinking the situation. Just go see him"
After lunch and some more encouraging words you finally set off towards the dance studios when you heard his new unreleased song being played in one of the room. You entered listening to the lyrics:
"The cosmos moved for us
was nothing slightly out of place
Our happiness was expected
Cuz you love me And I love you"
And his eyes met you, you could swear you felt like time had stopped and Jimin stood still in the position of the step he was doing last. You waved and Jimin almost lost balance as he sped up to come to stand infront of you, you thought he would hug you. He thought that too though, but he controlled himself. He didn't know if he should and you could see the hesitation in his eyes. You didn't know how to feel. You felt bad and hence you closed the gap and hugged him tightly. His arms instantly wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer.
"I'm so sorry. I was scared" you say
"Don't worry, we'll take it slow" he said, as he pulled your hand to sit at a corner. You told him your concerns and he told you what he sees in you. How he feels he doesn't deserve you and how he'd be glad if you'd date him. Even you were surprised when you nodded your head yes, he almost squashed you in a hug. It was around 6 when you finally left, and you had to complete a few assignments.
When you left that day, you felt a bit better, actually a hell lot better, when you waved a hand from the cab to your boyfriend standing on the curb. You felt so good that you didn't notice two eyes looking at you from far with shock and disdain. You wanted to reach home quick to tell Yuna but then you remembered how she said she had a deadline today and would be home late. Well, you'll tell her tomorrow morning.
You entered your house to find it dark and quiet, you took two steps towards the switchboard when you felt a hard strike on the back of your head and everything went dark.
You felt a slap on your cheek and hissed, your vision was hazy, you tried to move but you could not, you were tied to a chair. You could finally see and the face you saw scared you.
"Finally, you're awake, took you one and a half hours? I almost thought you were dead" You heard, the words, they sounded venoumous.
"NANCY! WHAT THE FUCK?!" you asked "LET ME GO!"
"You WHORE!" *SLAP* "YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD LIE TO ME!" *SLAP* "yOU THOUGHT YOU COULD HIDE HIM FROM ME!" *SLAP*
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN!" you screamed "AND LET ME GO! UNTIE ME!"
"Oh I know how you meet up with MY JIMINIE OPPA! HE"S YOUR BROTHER! AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME!" *SLAP*
"You're making a mistake Nancy. You got it all wrong! Let me go! Let me go!" You tried to move and get yourself free but it was useless. If you move more then the ropes might bruise you instead so you stayed still.
"Poor Y/nie, did you think that just because you have a hot popular brother that you're better than the rest of us? THAN ME!" she said. "Gimme his number, TELL ME YOUR PASSWORD!" she suddenly said.
"What no! Nancy stay away! LEMME GO!" you said, almost close to tears, the ropes are hurting your wrist. She was about to smack you when suddenly she fell on the ground. You found Yuna behind her, with a vase in her hand.
"Y/n!!" a worried Jimin rushed to you, with Suga on the other side.
"Are you okay?!" Your brother asked. As soon as your wrists were free Jimin was about to engulf you in a hug but Yoongi bet him to it.
"You worried us so bad" He said, Jimin inspected your cheeks that was red and swollen a bit.
"The police are here" Yuna said
"You guys! HOW?!" you asked.
"Remember I told you to text me once you reach home? well, when you didn't I got a bit worried because the sasaeng problems have increased recently, they even followed and attacked a staff last day and weren't caught. So, Yoongi hyung contacted Yoona, who was already on her way back and we heard the conversation and understood the situation. It was Yoongi hyung's idea to use the fire exit as if we used the door that maniac would have gotten a heads up" he said now hugging you.
Soon the police came and restrained her movement, she cursed and shouted all the way as Yoongi and Jimin were hiding in your room.
As soon as they went, Jimin rushed outside to hold you in a tight hug again, you looked up at him and he was staring into your eyes, Yoongi and Yuna decided to leave the room as your faces drew closer.
Yoongi knew you were in safe hands.
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Serendipity: Jimin
Part of the I miss you Collection
pairing: best friend!park jimin x gn!reader
what's inside: work is overwhelming and you decide to get dinner with your long term friend park jimin. unfortunately for you both when he arrives to pick you up you are still working (and you may look like shit)
warnings: curse words, hugs, therapy breathing exercises, a bit of a breakdown, jimin is SUPER good at hugging
word count: 1564
a/n: this one kept wanting more words and Jimin would NOT let me go. I hope this helps anyone experiencing a tough start to your week! you got this and I believe in you :) so incredibly grateful for a beta read by @theharrowing!!! thank you for helping me improve my writing 🥹💛🪿 graphics with gratitude from @strangergraphics!
posted august 2024 (also on ao3)
“Hey, I’m here, are you ready for… wait are you still working?”
A voice floats in and out of the haze surrounding your work-addled brain. Specific words slam into the front of your skull while others fade to the background. Somewhere in your subconscious it registers that you do, in fact, enjoy the company of the owner of the voice, however, it still takes a gentle touch on your shoulder to drag your attention away from your computer screen.
“Hello, earth to the workaholic, there will STILL be emails on MONDAY— oh wow, you look like shit.”
Suddenly accompanied by a face, you clock the pink and cream stripes of a sweater, a mop of dirty blonde hair, and more than a little sass in the eyes of your upstairs neighbor Park Jimin. He had quickly become a permanent fixture in your life when you realized you both worked at the same office, and who you had definitely agreed to do dinner with tonight. Shit.
When Jimin first started at your office, you alternated following each other home for about three weeks before putting two and two together that it was not, in fact, stalking, and you lived in the same six story apartment building within walking distance from your office. After your joint awkward realization, the two of you began to walk to work together in the mornings and evenings, taking the bus whenever it was too cold or if either of you were running late.
Sometimes when you had to go extra early into the office, he would stop by when he arrived to bring you your favorite sweet coffee or a pastry. You exchanged keys on your third friendaversary and often would show up unannounced in each other's apartments to make dinner and relax. He loved spending time with your cat almost more than you did, and you adored that his kitchen was always incredibly well-stocked with ingredients and equipment.
As both of your careers developed, you ended up switching to a different team and he got promoted, causing you to suddenly spend less time together at work. You still managed to walk together to work most days, but you started staying later and later in the office, your job requirements seeming to skyrocket every week with no ceiling in sight. To add insult to injury, you were also having trouble adjusting to your new team, and no matter how many times you reaffirm your interest and desire in the work, it still feels unmanageable and overwhelming.
This Friday you had closed your laptop at the end of the work day with a snap, determined to walk home with Jimin and enjoy your night to the fullest. He looked up with surprise in his eyes when you arrived in his office and quickly broke out into the biggest smile you had seen in a while. He packed his things and you both took advantage of the daylight hours getting longer again, walking back to your apartment building in the glow of a delightful orange sky getting more purple by the minute as the sun snuck below the horizon. It was finally spring.
In the elevator, you agreed to meet up for a dinner out, both wanting to celebrate your first free night in a while. Unfortunately, as soon as you clicked the lock on your front door, a ping sounded from your phone. Your company had “encouraged” all employees to download a communication platform onto your personal devices, and that ping meant your supervisor had just tagged you in an assignment due Monday morning. Kicking off your work shoes, you sighed. You pulled out your computer, and opened up the message to see what needed to get done, promising yourself that you’d look for two minutes before hopping in the shower to get ready for your dinner.
Apparently that quick two minutes had not been two minutes if the expression on Jimin’s face meant anything. Your eyes, already red from a week with little sleep and long hours looking at your computer, redden and fill with tears as you meet his searching gaze.
“Oh OH hey hey I’m sorry – I didn’t mean you look like shit like shit, uh, I meant ‘you look like shit’ like, the! shit! You look cute?” rambling, his fingers reach under your eyes, brushing away the tears that are starting to fall.
“Ah shoot,” he murmurs, “Can I hug you?” You nod a slight yes and he quickly leans down to wrap his arms around your shoulders.
His arms feel warm and secure as he holds you and holds you and holds you. You squeeze him twice to signal that it’s okay, you’re okay, and he can pull away now. Rather, he somehow pulls you even closer. You feel the pent up exhaustion and stress bubble into tears which start flowing down your cheeks. The dampness transfers onto his lovely knit sweater that you vaguely recognize as the one you gifted him for the holidays last year.
You nestle your face deeper in the comforting softness and breathe in the scent that you know by now just as well as the homemade apple pie that filled your family house as a child. Warm, sweet, safe.
Your arms tighten their grip as you let the recent endless days of late nights and early mornings wash over you. Your slow stream of tears quickens, your mind racing at the missed deadlines, the projects that are too big for your three-person team, and the always urgent after hours emails. You gasp for breath and open your mouth against his sweater in a not-so-silent silent scream. All throughout, he stays right where he started, supporting your lower back with one arm and head with the other, cupping the nape of your neck, his thumbs gently moving up and down in a soothing rhythm.
Your open mouthed scream turns to full body sobs, shaking you from tip to toe as you cling onto Jimin for dear life. Your head begins to buzz with dehydration as your tears slow their fall, but the pain of the last few months continues to circle in your brain.
Desperate to stay in the moment, you concentrate on the places where you feel Jimin’s fingers on your skin, the light woody scent of his cologne that you helped him pick out, and the feeling of his chest moving… a little unnaturally under you? Your brain hyper focuses on the rise and fall of his chest under your cheek. He takes a deep inhale, holds the breath and then releases it in a long, slow exhale. The third time he does it, you count the beats between each breath and recognize it as something you learned in therapy. After a few more cycles, you join in.
Inhale
Hold, 2, 3
Release, 2, 3, 4, 5.
Inhale
Hold, 2, 3
Release, 2, 3, 4, 5.
Your breathing begins to even and the buzz in your head manages to give you a brief respite. You pull your head from where it was buried in his armpit and rest your chin on his chest, looking up at the man.
Jimin’s eyes meet yours and you can see tears swimming in his own. You exchange watery smiles and he breaks the silence.
“Hi there,” his voice sounds uncertain but is accompanied by a small, sad smile pulled against his features.
“Hi back at you,” your voice is rough with disuse and you almost laugh at the absurdity of how much it sounds like a garbage disposal.
He smiles more fully this time and squeezes you for a second before releasing his side of the hug. He still keeps his arms around you in case you need more, but you do the same, squeeze tight once and then fully relax.
You feel him searching your eyes for information and open your mouth to respond before —
*ping*
You hear Jimin huff and you twist in his arms, turning in your chair to look at the screen. Moving to behind your chair, he drapes his arms over your chest and places his head on top of yours.
“What on earth could be important at 7:30pm on a Friday night?” he complains, and huh. He’s right. You agree with him. The work will still be there at 8am on Monday when you arrive in the office and you are not obligated to give your precious free time away (unless, of course, you get paid overtime, which does not seem to exist in your industry).
You take a deep breath, steadied by the warmth of Jimin’s arms that are still wrapped around your chest, and close your laptop. You tilt your head back, giving the man above you a soft smile and an embarrassingly bad wink before replying.
“Nothing as important as dinner with you.”
“Wow,” he extends the word as a smile creeps onto his face. “That was so incredibly cheesy. It’s a good thing I think you’re funny.”
He pulls you out of your chair and gently pushes you toward your bedroom.
“Now please go shower so we can get going! I didn’t put on my favorite sweater to sit inside tonight!”
You still feel a bit raw from your earlier outburst, but also somehow a little better. A tiny grin makes its way onto your face as you turn for the bathroom.
Hey! Can i have vampire au with jimin please? No smut just fluffy :*
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I made and edited this gif. In fact, I make and/or edit a lot of the gifs I use myself. You may have noticed that I use the tag #btsgif in some of my posts, even if they contain writing. That’s because I want ARMY to see all of my creations, including the gif I make as a header. Therefore, I think the tag is relevant.
In addition, not only do I want ARMY to see my gifs, I want to encourage ARMY to use them. Yep, that’s right! Feel free to steal this gif, I just ask you give me credit for the edit. After all, it’s not even my content I make/edit the gifs from, it’s obviously the property of BigHit and BTS.
However, in the future, I will be sure to be very specific in my posts, and post a disclaimer that I’m not just using the tag for clout, I’m using it so ARMY can find the gif I made and use it however they like. It’ll look something like this:
Disclaimer: This gif was made and/or edited by me, kutemouse. That is why I’ve posted this under the tag #btsgif. Feel free to use this gif however you want, just give me credit for the edit.
Hopefully this way, the 🚨tumblr police🚨 will leave my kute ass alone. Okies? Everyone happy? Good.
And with that out of the way, let’s continue on to this request. When it came in, it made me a tad apprehensive because it gave me a CHALLENGE, kutie anon. I mean, fluffy vampires? Fluffy JIMIN vampire? I’ve only written brooding, mysterious, playboy Jimin vamp in my book “Cursed,” so I had to take a couple days and really think about how I could make this work. I hope you like what came out of my brain. Much 💜 to you for challenging me in new ways, therefore improving my writing 😊
Disclaimer: Beauty and the Beast belongs to Disney, just in case 😉
Age Recommendation: 16+
Warnings: Swearz for dayz. A bit of angst. Vamp Jimin being extra. Soobin from TxT magically appears. A little bit o’ flirting.
Word Count: 2,845
Summary: You’re an artist trying to obtain a university degree. One day, you get the strangest phone call asking you for the strangest commission you’ve ever had: Come live with this rich recluse and paint his portrait all summer. What could go wrong?
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Summer Portraits (Jimin One-Shot, Fluff, Vampire) Part One
You looked up at the large house, a feeling of intimidation creeping over you. It just looked dark, even in the bright sunlight, and most, if not all, of the windows were covered. What kind of person lived here of all places? In the middle of nowhere? Seems pretty sketch.
You’d gotten the call last week. “We’ll pay you a handsome commission,” the smooth voice said. “And we’ll cover the costs of travel.”
You pressed the phone closer to your ear. “That sounds great, Mr. Choi, but… it’s still a strange request.”
The voice on the other end chuckled. “Yes, well… Mr. Park is the very definition of strange, Miss L/n.”
Mr. Choi was very clear in his proposal. You’d spend the three months of your summer with this man, living in his house, to paint a series of portraits for him. As many as you could get done in three months. You initially found the request absolutely ridiculous. Give up your entire summer? No way. You already had plans to see friends and family, and were keen to get away from the stresses that University brought. However, the request became more interesting as Mr. Choi described how you would have to sign a non-disclosure agreement and not tell anyone where you were going or what you were doing. That piqued your interest. Who was it? A celebrity? A famous CEO? An idol?
Looking at the large, foreboding mansion, you couldn’t see any of those three living here. The place reeked of old money. This estate had probably been passed down through the generations, and now someone, likely a young heir, was keen to stretch the limits of what ridiculous things their money could buy.
Sighing, you stepped onto the porch and rang the doorbell. It clanged through the house loudly and you cringed, thinking maybe you should’ve knocked. A tall guy dressed in a suit and tie cracked it open. “L/n Y/n?” he asked.
“That’s me,” you said.
He stepped out onto the porch. “I’m Choi Soobin,” he said, bowing. “Please, come inside. I’ll show you to your room.”
“Thanks.”
Soobin was much younger than you imagined. He couldn’t be more than nineteen, at the most. Yet he acted well beyond his years, more refined, more mature. It was disconcerting to say the least. Soobin picked up your bags and led the way up the curving staircase. You both went down a hall, then turned right, then down another hall before he stopped at the third door on his left. “Here we are,” he murmured, pushing it open.
Your mouth fell open. The room was large, spacious, gorgeous, and surprisingly modern. The walls were painted a soothing lavender, your favorite color, and the king-size bed was covered in a matching coverlet and pillows. There was even a couch and television, and a large bay window filled with pillows that looked out onto the grounds. A perfect reading nook. “This is your closet and bathroom,” Soobin said, opening a set of double doors. The closet was humongous and chic, with plenty room for your clothes and then some, and the bathroom looked more like a full-out spa. It was like something you’d only seen on TV.
Soobin strode over to the other side of your bedroom and opened another door. “This leads to your studio,” he said. Your mouth fell open once more as you walked through. The space was open and had so much light, you had to squint from the sudden brightness. There were shelves upon shelves of supplies, everything you’d ever need, stacks of blank canvases, and a large, wooden easel. It was like an artist’s wet dream.
“This is amazing,” you breathed.
Soobin grinned. “It is, isn’t it? Mr. Park wanted to make sure you’d have everything you need. If you run out of supplies, please let me know, I’ll order more. Feel free to make a mess. The floors are a cheap vinyl flooring only made to look like wood. We’ll rip it out and put carpet back in once you depart.”
You nodded, amazed at the way Soobin said that so casually. Not everyone could afford to re-carpet on a whim. Did your benefactor really have that much money? “Dinner’s at seven every evening,” Soobin continued. “Don’t be late, and dress in something other than jeans, please. For your other two meals, you may have them whenever you like, just give me ample time to prepare them. There’s plenty of food in the kitchen, feel free to help yourself to a snack. You may go wherever you like in the house, except the west wing. Mr. Park lives on that side and spends most of his time there, and unless you are specifically invited, I’d prefer you not disturb him.”
“S-Sounds good,” you stuttered. Who was this guy anyways, the Beast?
“Now, Mr. Park is waiting for you in his study. You’ll probably paint a few of his portraits there, is that alright? Or do you need to work in your studio?”
“I can work anywhere,” you replied.
“Perfect. Let’s go.”
Soobin led the way through the various hallways until you stopped at a set of dark wooden doors with intricate carvings in them. He knocked and pushed one open. “Jimin hyung?” he asked. “She’s here.”
A chair behind a desk turned to reveal the most handsome man you’d ever seen. Like Soobin, he was much younger than you’d imagined. His skin was pale, making his dark hair stand out in stark contrast. It was parted on the right, and his bangs hung over his left eye giving him a mischievously sultry look. He wore a bright jacket with a pattern of palm trees over a black dress shirt, dark ripped jeans, and black boots. His full, rosy lips were too perfect to be true, and his tawny eyes smoldered as they looked you over.
“Welcome!” he said brightly, holding out his hands and grinning. His eyes disappeared into cute crescent-moon slits. “I’m Park Jimin, but you can just call me Jimin. I’ve been waiting so long for this day, Y/n.”
Your mouth parted in surprise. Well, that’s not at all what you were expecting. And you were already on first-name basis…?
“Shall we get started?” he asked eagerly.
You closed your mouth and nodded. “Uh, sure. But I’ll need my supplies…?”
“Of course, of course. Come, I’ll sit in your studio for today.”
He wrapped your fingers in his and led you back down the hall to your studio, swinging your hands as you went. “What the hell?” you thought. To say Jimin was the opposite of what you were expecting was an understatement. The house screamed dark and brooding, as did his weird butler/servant person, and the mysterious circumstances under which you were brought. Yet Jimin was nothing but smiles and sunshine.
“Ah, here we are,” he said, pushing the door open to your studio. He got a stool from the corner and sat on it. You set everything up, placing a blank canvas on the easel and choosing a couple different colors of paint from the shelves. Soobin slipped through the door, hands behind his back, silently watching.
“How do you want me to pose?” Jimin asked, crossing his legs. “And smiling, not smiling?”
“Well, that depends on how you want the portrait to turn out,” you replied. “So just pose… however you want.”
“Better do not smiling,” he said. “For the first one at least. I want a range of my facial expressions, seeing as how I haven’t seen them for over thirty years now.”
“Sir,” Soobin said, a tone of warning in his voice.
Jimin waved him off. “Please, she’s signed a non-disclosure agreement. She’s fine.”
You were taken aback by the strange exchange, but shook your head, brushing it off. Whatever they were talking about didn’t concern you. You were here to do a job, get paid, and move back home without incident. Nothing more, nothing less.
You cleared your throat as you took a drawing pencil and started sketching out what you wanted to paint. What you really desired was to capture the way his hair swept over his eyes, the mischievous look he wore, and those gorgeous lips turned up in a smirk.
“You can feel free to move a little if you’re uncomfortable,” you said to Jimin who sat as rigid as a statue.
“Oh, don’t worry, dear. I can sit still for quite a long time. Years, in fact. Trust me, I’ve tried.”
“Right, years,” you muttered as you continued sketching. This guy could really exaggerate.
You found you were enjoying yourself as you continued doing what you loved. This was why you became an art major. The bright, airy light, the way your pencil slid across the canvas, the only sound being that of your breathing as you inhaled and exhaled. It was perfect.
“So, how old are you?”
You blinked in surprise. “Twenty-three, almost twenty-four.”
“I expected as much. I look twenty-four, but I’m actually nearing my two-hundredth birthday.”
You scoffed a little at Jimin’s proclamation. “What, are you some kind of immortal?” you asked.
“Actually, yes,” he answered, actually serious.
You moved out from behind the canvas to give him an incredulous look. “Oh, I see. The scary mansion, the brooding butler… I get it.”
Jimin tossed a smile at you, biting his lip as he did so. “You do? Oh, I’m glad. I’m so tired of having to hide what I am.”
You snorted and kept sketching, trying to capture that irksome smirk he was giving you. “Whatever, dude. If you wanna pretend you’re immortal or some sort of metaphor, I say go for it. I’m just here to paint and get paid.”
Jimin tilted his head. “It’s not a metaphor,” he said, a trace of hurt in his voice.
“Sure it’s not,” you muttered. You were beginning to see why your commission was so high. You were sketching Jimin’s torso now, trying to capture the lines of his toned waist and the palm trees embedded on his jacket. He certainly chose an interesting outfit for his first portrait sitting.
“I’ve seen your work online,” Jimin said, still trying to make small talk. You rolled your eyes. You kind of wished he wouldn’t. Part of the magic of painting was the silence it brought. The most sound you allowed while you worked was a bit of soft music in the background.
He continued even though you didn’t answer. “It’s very good. That’s why I chose you, you know.”
“Well, I appreciate it,” you said. “It’s hard trying to be an artist and make a living, unfortunately.”
“I understand that. I knew Da Vinci back in the day, and he always said-”
“Done,” you said loudly, interrupting him. You could flesh out the colors with paint later. Right now, all you wanted to do was get away from this insanity.
“Already?” Jimin said, pouting.
“Yes. I mean, it’s not all finished of course. I can do the rest later. I just need to take a photo real quick.”
Jimin chuckled. “You can try.”
Rolling your eyes, you pulled out your phone and aimed your camera at him still posing on the stool. “Alright, I’ll get-”
You stopped short as your finger hovered over the screen. There was the stool placed in front of the window, but Jimin was missing from it. “The hell…?” you muttered. You closed your camera app and reopened it.
Once again, there was the window, the stool, the floor, everything in the background that was supposed to be there… but no Jimin. “You see, Y/n,” Jimin said, standing up and walking slowly towards you. “That’s precisely why I brought you here. As a vampire, I don’t show up in photos, or even in mirrors. I haven’t seen what my face looks like in nearly thirty years. That was the last time I had my portrait done.”
You backed away from him until your back hit some shelves behind you. Jimin reached out and tenderly wrapped a strand of your hair between his fingers. “Don’t be afraid,” he murmured, his eyes hooded and dark.
You, however, were fucking terrified. In all your years of artwork, you’ve obviously never, ever encountered someone, no, something, like Park Jimin. “Wh-What the fuck are you?” you stuttered.
Jimin sighed, grasping the shelf behind you. “I told you, Y/n, I’m a vampire.”
“N-No, that’s not possible, they don’t exis-”
“Exist? Am I not proof to the contrary?”
“Please,” you whispered, a tear leaking out of the corner of your eye.
“Shhhhh,” Jimin said. He stroked your cheek, wiping the tear away, and you shut your eyes, tensing up at his touch. “I’m not going to hurt you. That’s not why you’re here.”
“And will I be allowed to leave when I’m done?”
Jimin frowned. “Of course. Y/n, I think you misunderstand my intentions. I don’t want to drink your blood or keep you prisoner or anything. Besides, even if you did go home and tell people, who would believe you?”
You considered his words. What he said was true. Even your closest friends and family members would think you were crazy. That thought, however, didn’t help you feel any less frightened.
What did ease your feelings was the tender gaze Jimin was giving you. He didn’t look like he intended to hurt you, although his close proximity was making you uncomfortable. You stepped out of his grasp and held up your hands. “I just… I need a moment,” you said.
“Of course.”
Soobin bowed as you exited the room and ran down the hall, holding a hand over your mouth to keep the screams from coming out. Was it possible? Was every nightmare you had, every scary story, real? You stopped once you reached the top of the stairs, bending over and panting.
You sat on the stairs and curled your knees up to your chest. What the hell were you thinking? You should just run out the door and never look back. Still, something was stopping you. Maybe it was sheer curiosity, or maybe it was how you couldn’t get the way he looked at you out of your brain. Either way, it couldn’t lead to anything but disaster.
“If you want to leave, you may,” a voice said. You looked up to see Jimin walking towards you.
“I’ll think about it,” you muttered, turning away from him.
“Please don’t hate me,” he begged, reaching out. You shied away from him, and he withdrew his hand, closing it into a fist. “Once people find out what I am, they just stereotype and assume. All I want, all I’ve ever wanted, is for someone to accept me.”
You let out a shaky breath and finally looked at him, into those smoldering tawny eyes. “I’ll stay and paint your portraits… but on my terms. Don’t touch me, don’t come near me, and I need some guarantee of protection.”
Jimin thought for a moment, pressing a finger to his chin, before pulling something out of his pocket. It was a small velvet bag that clinked as he brought it out. “Here.” He grabbed your hand and turned it so your palm was upright. He dumped what was in the bag in your hand.
You stared incredulously at the coins in your hand. “The hell is this?”
“Protection,” Jimin replied seriously, his eyes wide as they looked at you. “Silver. It burns me.”
Your mouth dropped open before you laughed out loud, completely overwhelmed by the entirety of the situation. The corners of Jimin’s mouth went up, but he looked mostly confused as he watched you laugh, arms folded over your stomach. You laughed until you cried, wiping your tears away and sniffing once your giggles had subsided.
“Are you done?” he asked pointedly.
“Yes,” you muttered, realizing how unhinged you looked. “Thank you for the coins.”
Jimin rolled his eyes and slung an arm over your shoulders. “Now, come on. You’ve got a painting to finish.”
Somehow, you found yourself not minding his touch very much, if at all. He didn’t seem so scary, even if he was a monster straight out of the movies. “Is Soobin a vampire too?” you asked suddenly as you walked back to your studio.
Jimin hummed in response, nodding. “I’ll need more coins then,” you joked.
“Oh, don’t worry. He’s on the bag diet, just like me.”
“Bag diet?”
“Yeah, you know, blood bags? We steal them from hospitals and such.”
You furrowed your brow. “That’s not cool, Jimin.”
He sighed. “I know… but it’s better than the alternative, right?”
You had to agree with that. Both of you reached your studio, and Jimin sat back on the stool as you started to paint. Soobin brought you a sandwich as the afternoon turned into evening and you started to lose light. For obvious reasons, neither he nor Jimin ate.
It was disconcerting, for sure, being stuck in a large mansion with two vampires, but one thing was for certain: this summer would be the most interesting one you’d ever have.
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As I said above, I hope you like this, kutie anon! Also, yes, I made a Part Two in which Y/n reflects back on the summer she had with Jimin and there is def more fluffy romance in that. Much 💜, as Taehyung would say, I purple you!
I wanna request jimin imagine. When he slap you during an argument plz. Super angsty!
Hi there! I’ve answered your request! You can find it here. Thanks for your patience, kutie anon! 💜