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Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 700ish

Summary: Seeing your ex-boyfriend again after ten months since the breakup. He looks better than he has ever been. You try to show him you’re okay, but little does he know, you’re not.

Featured Song: “How Are You?” By Dylan Brady and Rosie

AN: Hello everyone! I’ve started a new writing series featuring songs that I personally love. I like sad, angsty songs. So I’m giving you a heads up on the songs I’ll be featuring. They will most probably be the type that’ll rip your hearts out and make you remember every sad breakup you’ve ever had. I listened to “How Are You?” By Dylan Brady and Rosie while writing this one. This wasn’t heavily edited, So I’m sorry for any errors. I personally made the banner for this fic. I don’t own any of the pictures.

Time seems to stop the moment you found his eyes. You were walking in while Jimin was walking out. The little cafe you used to frequent with him suddenly was filled with a nostalgic air that hurts you but awakens something in you at the same time. The memories cripple you and you stay planted where you stand. But your eyes have never left his.

Jimin is your ex-boyfriend. It still feels so wrong to call him that. It’s like your whole being hasn’t been acclimated to the fact that you’re nothing but mere strangers now. The denial is still there—alive and kicking, like the breakup only happened yesterday.

In reality, You’ve probably meant nothing to him since that cold December day. It has been ten months. He doesn’t know it, but he still means the world to you until now.

“How are you?” His deep honeyed voice still sends a shiver through your skin, leaving goosebumps in its trails like it’s the first time.

You bit your tongue and just smile.

“I’m good.” You lie.

You could lie to him and to everyone else, but you couldn’t lie to yourself.

You were not good. You were far from being good. You were not okay. There’s this big hole in your heart. The same heart that hasn’t been beating since Jimin ended things.

You were barely living. But here you are. You’ve managed to act like you still have a life, when all you really were was a shell—hollow on the inside, devoid of anything that resembles life.

Perhaps Jimin doesn’t realize that he had taken everything with him the moment he left. Everything. Including your heart and all the love and hope that had breathed life into it.

It’s been months and months of barely struggling to survive. Months and months of drowning in your own pool of tears night after night. It feels like forever now but you still find yourself replaying the night you lost him, wondering how you could have prevented it, how you could have done more, how you could have made him change his mind.

Every night you look at the ceiling in your cold bedroom, thinking about Jimin and how he said he didn’t know how to love you anymore.

Every night you cry and wish you can change it all. Every night you whisper a silent prayer for him to come back.

Deep inside, you wish he’d known how bad it hurt to lie. To say you’re okay when you’re not. Like what you’ve been doing since he left. Every time someone you knew would ask you how you were doing, you’d say your fine. But it rips you to pieces each time.

The pain is so bad that you want so desperately to say you’re not okay. That it’s hard to breathe. That it’s hard to live. That your world has been upside down ever since he hasn’t been in it.

But here he was. He looks better than he has ever been.

He dyed his hair that honey blonde you’ve always liked. His cheeks are full and rosy. He has that sheen of happiness radiating through him. Just like the Jimin you remember. The Jimin who was yours.

It’s nowhere near the Jimin who broke your heart. The one who begged for you to let him go, to forget him, to stop loving him, like it was so easy.

This Jimin is full of life. This Jimin looks so happy now. This is the Jimin you fell in love with.

How is he not dying even just a little bit?

How is he already over things?

How is he already over you?

“It’s… been a while.” You add, looking into his eyes. Those angel eyes that had you weak in the knees then, as you are now.

“How are you?” Your voice faint, almost a whisper. But Jimin caught it.

You manage to ask back like the hole in your chest isn’t burning just looking at his perfect face.

He gifts you a smile. Soft and knowing.

And just like that, you break all over again.

Ѽ Halloween 2020 Fanfiction Collection Ѽ

Happy Halloween everyone! Spooky season is upon us and that means spooky fanfictions! I have worked extra hard to compile this masterlist of spooky, supernatural, or fantasy content filled stories for you to enjoy! Feel free to check them out and please give the author some love!!!! 

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BTS ot7

When October Ends by @minniepetals​

Festivities by @sopewriters​  (Yoongi x Reader x Jeongguk) (M)

Happy Halloween! by @an-exotic-writer​

Recrudescence by @chimchimsauce​

The Dark Dayz by @galaxtaes​

Fright Fest (Masterlist) by @adonis-koo​

Halloween Drabbles (Masterlist) by @army-author​

Halloween Movie Night by @baehyukng​

Dead By Dawn by @aredheadedmess​

Kim Namjoon

The End by @illumose​

The Interview by @tatastaetae​

Monster by @wordycerty​

Monsters in the Woods by @dat-town​

Threads of a Resurgent by @magicalsalamander​

Trance by @nelliiwrites​

Kim Seokjin

The Seance by @junqkook​

Quietus by @kingsuckjin​

Min Yoongi

Magic of the Night by @gukyi​

The Crossroad by @erosjeon​

Blackthorn Manor by @kpopfanfictrash​

Haunted Cornmaze by @dat-town​

Jung Hoseok

Candyman by @thedarkfactory​

Perfidy by @yminie​

Bangtan Unsolved: The Spoopy Spirits of Franklin Castle by @bangtanstanst​

My Soul to Reap by @readyplayerhobi​ (M)

The Watcher by @yandere-society​

Park Jimin

Unorthodox by @chaoticneutralwriter​

Destroyer of Worlds by @readyplayerhobi​

Midnight Moonlight by @guksheart​

3 AM Demon by @chaoticneutralwriter​

Kim Taehyung

Boo! by @jaeminlore​

Synthesis by @jincherie​

Mystery Gang; unsolved by @jincherie​

Cat & Mouse by @tatastaetae​

All Hallows by @ksmuttherapy​ (M)

Jeon Jeongguk

Bracelet Bells & Teddy Bears by @kpopisthereasonihavenolife​

Raising Demons by @jeonseok​ (M)

Bleed by @bang-tan-bitches​

Sub Rosa by @jincherie​

Devilman by @koosgrl​ (M)

Bury a Friend by @personawife​

Ghost!Jeongguk by @an-annyeoing-writer​

Cemetery Drive by @guksheart​

It's here...

October 13th…

PARK JIMIN'S BIRTHDAY!

To celebrate our Jiminie's birthday, Bangtan Fic Archive has gathered some of our favorite Jimin fanfictions into a BIRTHDAY EXTRAVAGANZA MASTERLIST!

Featured are Park Jimin fanfictions from various genres and au's for your enjoyment. Check them out and don't forget to give the author's some love!

Enjoy!

🎂Taboo Attachment by @kpopisthereasonihavenolife

→Young innocence and an unhealthily stupid-lack of common sense lead to you accidentally summoning a demon on your 13th birthday. Somehow agreeing and forming some contract with the said demon, they disappear and so does your memory of it. 10 years later and finally financially stable enough to start college, you wake up with an ash-grey ring in your right ring finger. Despite your efforts, the ring will absolutely not come off. Now, all of a sudden your demon returns and apparently 13-year-old you got yourself engaged to this demon man. | PG-13 | fluff | violence | angst |

🎂 Lovely Demons by @kpopfanfictrash

→ As penance for a crime committed long, long ago, the Witch Council banished you to the feared Tholoss forest. Your sentence was one hundred thousand days of solitude – or death, whichever came first. Your only hope of salvation comes from the demon names routinely sent your way; creatures who escape the inner circles of Hell and pose a threat to the mortal realms. For each demon you kill, days are removed from your sentence. For years you’ve existed, biding your time, until one morning you receive a name which throws your entire world into chaos: the name of Park Jimin, High Prince of Hell himself. | M | smut | fluff | angst | romance |

🎂 Beneath the Water by @jungshookz

→ His legs were sparkling. You looked up from his face slowly and towards his legs, your head tilting in confusion when you were met with the sight of… well, it certainly wasn’t a pair of legs. What the fuck? | PG-13 | fluff | angst | humor | violence |

🎂 Cry Me A Galaxy by @army-author

→ In the emergency room on Christmas Eve, a celestial being comes to answer your whispered prayer. | PG-13 | angst |

🎂 The Voice In My Head by @fresh-outta-jams

→ Soulmate AU | PG | fluff | angst |

🎂 Unorthodox by @chaoticneutralwriter

→ You can’t tell whether you’re fortunate or not to have a guardian demon who thinks it’s funny to go around looking like your idol crush BTS’ Park Jimin. Writing Prompt; Everyone has a guardian angel except you. You have a guardian demon. He deals with things in a much more violent fashion, but much more effective. | PG-13 | fluff | angst | horror | violence | romance |

🎂 Baby Bear by @an-exotic-writer

→ You look forward to coming home to your boyfriend in his human form. | G | fluff |

🎂 Blessing and a Curse by @btsmosphere

→ You are the unlukiest person you know. Park Jimin seems to be the exception to the rule. But when strange dreams start haunting you, Jimin begins to piece together the events that have followed you your whole life… | PG-13 | fluff | angst | romance | humor |

🎂 Countdown by @army-author

→ Your soulmate watch is set to go off on the same day that you meet BTS with your little sister… | PG | fluff |

🎂 Mon coeur T'appartient by @jiminspjm

→ "Just let me love you." | M | smut | romance | fluff | humor | violence |

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2022 Halloween Fanfiction Collection

Helllloo again!

Welcome everyone to Bangtan Fic Archive's 2022 spooky Halloween fanfiction collection!!!! We are thrilled to have this master post again! Once again spooky season has arrived and we all know what that means; spooky fanfictions!

This is a master post compiled of horror, supernatural, and fantasy content for your enjoyment! Check them out below and don't forget to give the author some love!

Enjoy!

BTS OT7

Spooked by @alpacaparkaseok →You + all 7 members of BTS visiting a haunted house. What could go wrong? | PG | fluff | horror | humor |

Kim Namjoon

Ensnared by @jamaisjoons →Dragged out by your friends the week before halloween, you hunt down the elusive slenderman. However, none of them know, he’s much closer to you than they think. | M | smut | horror |

Fear - You're My Tear by @springalwayscomes →Cursed and condemned, he couldn’t do anything else but take lives and souls away, killing them with their deepest fear. With her though, it didn’t seem to work. Was she even scared of something? | M | horror |

Kim Seokjin

The Chanting Man by @springalwayscomes →Stopping the car in the middle of a foggy road on Halloween’s night is creepy. Even a shadow standing in the middle of it is creepy, let alone if the shadow turns out to be incredibly beautiful, slides into your car humming a creepy tune and asks you to guide him home. | PG-13 | horror |

Little Red by @lily-blue →The classic story of a girl who pays a visit to her grandma in her red cloak with an itsy-bitsy twist in roles a.k.a. the big bad wolf isn’t that scary anymore. | PG-13 | angst | violence | horror |

In The Woods Somewhere by @7ndipity →A camping trip with your boyfriend takes an unsettling turn when you can't shake the feeling of being watched | PG-13 | angst | horror | violence |

Min Yoongi

The Hunt by @thedarkfactory →"Want To Know Why I Love Playing In The Dark?” | PG-13 | horror | angst |

Scarecrow by @bubmyg →You’re going to keep telling yourself (and Yoongi) that the maze is targeted towards literal children or the one where yoongi growls at a fake scarecrow. | PG | fluff | humor |

DreamCatcher by @jimlingss →When your dreams are more or less nightmares, monsters inside your head that eat you alive, it seems like the only person who can help you is Min Yoongi, professional dream chaser. | PG-13 | angst | horror | fluff |

What the Water Gave Us by @hobivore →What was supposed to be a quiet Tuesday night in the middle of a hectic week is ruined by the sudden arrival of a strange man. | M | angst | horror |

Jung Hoseok

"If This Movie Is Scary, I'm Breaking Up With You" by @joheun-saram →Hoseok loses a bet and now has to endure watching your favorite horror movie. | PG-13 | fluff | horror | humor |

Potions and Poisons by @jjungkookislife →Reviving your memories last Hallows Eve was just the beginning for you and your warlock husband. You’ve quite settled in nicely to your life as his wife and even found a town where you won’t have to fear for your lives. Everything just seems to be falling into place while you simmer in marital bliss. However, your magic still needs some fine tuning… | M | smut |

Park Jimin

Blessing and a Curse by @btsmosphere →You are the unlukiest person you know. Park Jimin seems to be the exception to the rule. But when strange dreams start haunting you, Jimin begins to piece together the events that have followed you your whole life… | PG-13 | fluff | angst | romance | humor |

The Cave Dweller by @girl8890 →It started out as a curiosity, then you met a being that took up your interest altogether. You’ve always been the type of person to comfort those who are lonely, you just didn’t expect your new found friend to be a cave monster. A monster that teaches you tricks of magic, and you eventually teach him your own dirty tricks. | M | smut | angst | horror |

Lovely Demons by @kpopfanfictrash →As penance for a crime committed long, long ago, the Witch Council banished you to the feared Tholoss forest. Your sentence was one hundred thousand days of solitude – or death, whichever came first. Your only hope of salvation comes from the demon names routinely sent your way; creatures who escape the inner circles of Hell and pose a threat to the mortal realms. For each demon you kill, days are removed from your sentence. For years you’ve existed, biding your time, until one morning you receive a name which throws your entire world into chaos: the name of Park Jimin, High Prince of Hell himself. | M | smut | violence | angst | fluff |

Kim Taehyung

Visitation of a Lover by @flowesona →It just so happened that through death that they would be brought together. | PG-13 | angst | horror | violence |

Reset Character by @almostkoo →Oc gets dared by friends to spend the night in a supposedly “haunted” mansion that used to belong to a upcoming actor in the 70’s, Kim Taehyung, oc comes face to face with the spector himself and has questions about the broken veil. | PG-13 | angst | horror | fluff |

Jeon Jeongguk

What, Are You Scared? by @honeytae →You vowed a long time ago to stay away from scary movies… | PG-13 | fluff | horror | romance |

Virgin Sacrifice by @girl8890 →Since the day you were born, your parents prepared you for your sacrifice. The whole village knew, and with that everyone stayed away from you. Thinking even just looking at you would make the demon in waiting mad. The demon that has been praying on you since birth, but not for what you expected. | M | smut | horror |

Deal by @jeonstudios →What do you do when your teenage brother’s cancer is too far gone? well, you summon a cocky crossroad demon to make a deal; your life for Taehyung’s. | M | smut | angst | horror | violence | fluff |

House of Cards by @cyberdva →A vacation by the shore with a break from constant labor was all a young couple could dream of and when that time finally presented itself it was exactly what they pounced for. A tiny community on the edge of a coastline caught the attention of a young idol and his hidden lover, yet the all but homey atmosphere chipped away at an alarming rate past their arrival. Small happenings caught the eye of the sharp-witted woman, more and more occurrences kept shoving chilling encounters her way. Something was brewing and with the faith of next to no one it was in her hands to keep the life of her dearest at bay along with the force of a menacing spirit having ties to hundreds of myths, it might just be too late. Was it time for a final goodbye? | PG-13 | fluff | horror | angst |

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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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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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YES ANOTHER JIMIN HOGWARTS AU!!!

Amoris et Decorare | PJM Hogwarts AU (Christmas Special)

INBOX OPEN: Feel free to send requests

• Synopsis: Christmas at Hogwarts is a beautiful and enchanted time, but for you, it can also be rather lonely… that is until a certain Slytherin manages to break your walls and work his way into your heart.

• 12k

• Warnings: mentions of torture and death, angst, fluff and explicit sexual content.

 A/N: P l e a s e don’t be a silent reader. Your comments/feedback means so much to me because my blog is still new. I want to know what you think of my stories/characters so please do tell me. Even just your favourite parts or parts that make you feel angry or feel something. It helps me learn what works and how to improve! (I haven’t proof read the second half, sorry if there’s mistakes. I will correct it some time next week!)

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Reblogging again because this IS GOING ON MY IMMORTAL FICS list omfg

lost in the lights, m | pjm

pairing(s): jimin x reader

summary: Sometimes it is better to feel alive. Park Jimin doesn't want to be in love. He just wants to feel like he is in love, in the dream instead of at a loss. It's going to be a good night.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; complex emotions of two not-lovers having sex; smut (fem reader, slight D/s, choking, handjob, edging, dirty talk, m-receiving oral, penetrative sex); non-idol!BTS - friends-with-benefits; Jimin's POV

yup, inspired by 'like crazy' by jimin

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A longing sigh.

“I wish someone would fall in love with me.”

A bored response.

“Lots of people will fall in love with you. If you let them.”

He turned his head. Her fingers encircled his jaw, not yet touching. Hard gaze, but honest.

“You won’t fall in love with me.”

One of her eyebrows raised.

“Is that really on me?”

It wasn’t. He sighed again, not so longing this time. Dreamy, falling.

“You touch me like you’re in love with me.”

Her fingertips hovered, then finally settled, stroking his hair down to his ear. He shivered, closing his eyes. Pretending a little.

“You must love someone very much,” he murmured, feeling her thumb graze over his lower lip, sending shivers all over his body. “When you touch me, you probably imagine I’m them.” He didn’t mind. He was glad for it. The feeling was real, even if the source wasn’t him.

“I don’t love anyone, Jimin,” she replied flatly, continuing to touch him like she loved him. Her other hand was on his shoulder now, caressing.

Park Jimin opened his eyes a little.

It didn’t matter much, in this low light and room covered in shadows.

He looked up at her, and she looked back, unafraid, close to his face already. The memory of her familiar kiss lingered on his lips even though it hadn’t happened yet. Tonight, anyway. She stopped, letting him have the moment. She knew how to read him. Was it only him or lots of people? Jimin liked to pretend it was just him, even though the answer was probably the opposite.

She whispered gently, warm breath on his lips.

“No one will fall in love with you as long as you’re in my bed.”

He didn’t bother to hide his emotions. He wasn’t good at it, and he didn’t want to.

“That’s okay,” he whispered back and he meant it.

There was a little bit of pity in her gaze, some I-don’t-care, and a pensiveness he had been trying to avoid. She was astute. But, then again, he didn’t come here to hide. He came to be discovered.

And to be numb.

“Someone out there is dying to love you,” she murmured, dancing kisses on the edges of his lips, making his breath hitch and his body tremble. “But you don’t want to love them, do you?”

Not right now, no.

He wondered if she was being truthful about what she said before, because her kiss was a whirlwind of tension and lust, so instant that he felt it all over. Inside, in sudden boiling blood. Outside, all over his skin in a wave of goosebumps, his hand twitching and reaching up, gripping her hip and his lids fluttering, roughly thrust into a dream that felt real.

So real.

It helped that she was unbuttoning his shirt with fervor, dragging a nail down his sternum, making him moan at the prickling sensation. This kind of thing was delicate. If it was half-hearted, it felt dishonest. Dirty. Unfulfilling. But it never was when it was with her. She understood. She accepted, him and his flaws. That was a strange feeling. He almost hoped that she would fall in love with him, but he knew that she wouldn’t because there was no chance of him feeling the same way.

He would have, a long time ago, if he could.

She deserved it, putting up with him all the time and taking away his loneliness.

Her fingers tangled in his hair. Pulled his head back roughly, and then it was hot tongue on his throat, dripping saliva. Possessive. Pressing her lips to his pulse and he felt his heart beating, thud-thud-thud, his body aching for more, lips and teeth andthen it was hands gripping his waist, fingernails digging into his back.

Moving up.

She traced his spine, outlining his moon tattoos.

Didn’t have to look.

Memorized the details of his body.

That touched him somehow. Almost made him cry as she kissed his chest, the tears stinging the edges of his vision, but he pushed them away, letting himself feel the touches instead. Soft. Delicate. Insistent, with unmistakable power, and he lost himself in it, in the flashes of light behind his closed eyelids, his own shaking gasps ringing in his ears.

She chuckled darkly, amused at his submissiveness.

“Ah, so it’s like that tonight?”

She could read him so well.

He wondered why she kept giving this to him. She didn’t have to. Could pretend to be a shitty lay and he would never come back. She didn’t have to sink her nails into his shoulder blades and leave lines of pain, causing him to groan wantonly and then cut off his air in deep, hungry kisses, tongue invading his mouth, pinning his torso to hers, hard nipples rubbing against his chest that was still tingling from her kisses. She didn’t have to, but she did, and he wondered why.

She gave it to him, this spotlight, and let him thrive.

Jimin found it as mysterious as it was beautiful.

He loved this noncommittal light, and he felt he should be ashamed about it, but he wasn’t, especially when she rocked her clothed mound into his erection, soft thighs squeezing him. Maybe this was all he could handle. Maybe he wasn’t ready for the real thing. Maybe the last time he loved had burned him harder than he thought.

Maybe he just wanted to feel the feeling of what it was like to be loved.

The roughness softened, her sweet breath drifting into his throat. A fingertip tracing the crescent moon at the nape of his neck, other hand on his cheek. Lips-to-lips, lust drunk.

It wasn’t him, but it felt like it was him when she touched him.

He clutched her sheets, whimpering, and her eyes opened with his, just a little, letting their gazes connect. No lies here. He melted in the heat within those dark orbs, shadowed by lashes.

She must love someone very much.

Or did.

She broke the kiss.

The moment hovered, weighing down the seconds.

“Jimin, you’re beautiful.”

He felt his cheeks warm, and she smirked, amused at his reaction. Wasn’t so much the words as it was the way she said it. Genuine and with desire. Why couldn’t this be like every other time where he was delusional and loved someone just because they cared about him? Why couldn’t he mistake sex for love and spin himself a fairytale with rose-tinted glasses? Life truly was cruel and unfair for showing him love he couldn’t have and making him aware that he didn’t reciprocate.

Emotions on ice.

The corner of her lips ticked higher.

Her head tilted, her lovely hair cascading over her shoulder.

“Stay with me,” she breathed, pushing him down on the bed.

He inhaled sharply as her hand wrapped around his neck and the other slid under the elastic waistband, fingertips gliding across taut skin, moaning as her grip tightened simultaneously. So calm below, slow strokes and restricted by his boxer briefs. Piercing above, choking him while she watched his face with a small, fond smile, as if she wasn’t cruelly edging him while making him lightheaded.

It was unbearable so he yanked his underwear down, cheeks burning, then whining as her hand fully gripped his hard length, rubbing her thumb at the base of the leaking head, smearing pre-cum as she jacked him off.

Didn’t even look down.

Kept watching his face as his back arched, hips bucking, his breathless moans stinging the ceiling.

He asked her once to date him. She flat-out rejected him. To his surprise, he hadn’t been disappointed. Or, rather, he was disappointed that he wasn’t disappointed. She had elaborated without him asking. I’m not an idiot. You have no intention of loving me. You just want to be in love. And she wasn’t wrong. He knew. She knew that he knew. She had smiled at him, in that knowing way of hers, and he admitted that he just didn’t want to be alone.

Okay.

Almost. So close, building up the tension in tight, encompassing strokes, on the edge of true orgasm, and he was begging between thin breath, strong fingertips pressing into the sides of his neck, lightheadedness taking away his eloquence, pleas melding with moans. Couldn’t cum unless it was faster. Steady, thrumming pleasure mixing with the high of erotic asphyxiation but not enough. She tilted her head, indicating that she heard, but still smiling so tenderly, torturing him with kindness and he pressed the crown of his head to the pillows, half-insane from this edging.

You won’t be alone when you’re with me.

“You wanna cum?” she purred, sugary sweet. “All over your legs? How dirty. But you want me to see how dirty you are, don’t you, Jimin?”

Just a little faster, just a little bit more force, and he was losing it, in her words and in his head, heat pooling, core tightening, gasping, couldn’t talk, couldn’t cry out, holding his breath, choking out please, please, I c-can’t.

Her smile became a little smirk, eyes glittering like lights.

“Yeah, you can. Here, I’ll even let you.”

High so high, fuck, she was so good, why was she so good at handjobs, his eyes rolling back, wildfire racing in his veins, delicious friction burning him alive, his lips parting, somewhere between a gurgle and a moan, mind blank, vision flashing white like cameras going off all around him, and he was there, white-hot, knuckles straining from gripping the sheets, hips buckling and feeling his release in waves, hot strings splattering onto the inside of his thighs, dripping down her hand and onto his balls, probably pooling onto the sheets, the strong, heavy scent of cum piercing his inhale, gasping as she let him go.

The rush.

Thundering, immediate, alarming, sending another wave of electric ecstasy that punched the air out of his lungs. He moaned, weak and lightheaded, body collapsing onto the mattress as the tension snapped, sweat breaking out, his hair all over his face. Lines of black clouding his hazy vision, and then he felt it, wet tongue on skin, trickling pleasure stinging his veins.

He looked down.

She was staring at him, grinning, licking the cum off his tense, hard thighs. Graceful hands poised on his hips. Framing them like art. One of them had wet knuckles. Clean of his orgasm, glossy with remaining saliva.

Her name slipping from his lips.

She circled her tongue around his semi-hard cock, quirking an eyebrow.

“P… Please…”

He lost himself in the lights in her eyes.

So bright and so warm.

She smiled and it made his heart flutter, but not in the right way.

“Let me have a taste.”

She swallowed him and the bad feelings disappeared, flattened by hot and heavy lust that suddenly blanketed over it all. Wet, tight, all around, powerful tongue curling along the length and he swelled at the touch, along for the ride and the high, gasping as her grip on him tightened, hands holding down his hips, soft lips gliding against hardness, and it was hard to remember what the ache in his heart was about, just couldn’t remember amongst all this dreamlike bliss, delicious pressure around the base of the swollen, twitching head of his throbbing cock, so good, feels so g-good, was that him, it sounded so far away and so needy, looking down and those glimmering eyes smiled at him in the low light, the head hitting the back of her throat.

He saw stars, moaning as he clawed at the sheets.

Her hand slid up, running her nails along his tense abs, causing him to squirm and whine, intoxicated by the juxtaposition of sensation. Pain alighting the pleasure, lost in her eyes, out of his mind, blindly following this pace. Again and again filling that tight, wet hole, her throat constricting him, and there was a kind of desperation in the lights within her eyes, a want so strong it bled into him, that carnal craving needing to be satisfied.

Her eyes slipped closed, focused on getting him off.

He closed his eyes too.

Dreaming.

He could feel it.

Almost.

And then it spilled out with a choked groan, his eyes snapping open and his hips involuntarily thrusting up, shooting streams of thick cum down that tight throat. She pressed her lips to the base, swallowing sharply, glaring at him, but all he could do was whimper and flinch, sensitivity rippling through the high and amplifying it, oh fuck, the masochistic shame inflaming his core.

She grabbed his hips and shoved them back down, sucking hard.

He couldn’t say out loud how fucking good it felt, but his wet, lewd moan was enough, his hand finding the back of her head and pushing it down, torturing himself more. That tongue obliged, wrapping around him, rubbing the oversensitive head into the roof of her mouth, just like that, y-yes, don’t stop, p-please, sparks flitting up his bones, this ride reaching new heights, wanting it, needing it, craving it like crazy.

The moment suspended.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Her hand on his hip.

Fingertips resting on his lower ribs, her body between his open legs.

Falling.

He

almost

believed.

Her hand flexed, ready to rise, nearly shattering it all.

His free hand shot down and pinned her touch to him, forcing them to stay in this dream.

Those hands embraced him.

He didn’t tell anyone about these nights. No one would understand. They would tell him he was foolish, that it was pointless, that he needed to be saved, but he didn’t want to be saved, there was a point, and if he was a fool then he was a happy fool, slipping into sweet bliss while others in his position were devoured by their tears. Wasting time. No, not him.

She cradled his head with her graceful fingers and kissed him, deeply, forcing him to taste himself.

He did so greedily.

No one understood.

Those hands crowned his jaw, turning him into royalty, appointed by passion.

She understood.

Those eyes full of stars even in the shadows of their faces and Jimin lost himself in the lights.

He understood that she knew love at such a deep level that even he, not the intended recipient, was moved. It made him jealous and appreciative at the same time. Hungry, too, wanting to feel it more, more.

His hands framed her back, staring into her eyes as they kissed, hazy and drunk on a feeling.

She smiled into his lips.

“You’re not alone when you’re with me.”

No, he wasn’t but he wasn’t all there either.

He smiled back.

“Tonight’s a good night.”

Before their bodies joined, he reached down, dipping his fingers into the viscous honey. Tasting it. Moaned despite himself, closing his eyes, the sweet-sour taste spreading over his tongue. The condom wrapper fell from his hand, torn open and empty now. Thighs against his chest, sinking his fingers into the softness, sinking in. Whispering curses under his breath, fuck, so tight but so slick, easy but feeling the pulse of those slick walls as clearly as he felt his own heartbeat. Gasping. She chuckled but he ignored it, running his fingers up and down her legs. Memorizing the shape, the feel, the realness of it all.

Tension in those muscles.

“Jimin.”

Reluctantly, he opened his eyes.

She was smiling at him, so fondly, and pushing her breasts together, squeezing her hard nipples between her fingers.

He sucked in a breath.

“Stop.”

He didn’t want her to stop, not really, but his cock was throbbing dangerously and her pussy was clenching around him, hugging all around. A warm wet sleeve, complete with a borderline aggravating smirk.

“Make me.”

This was part of the dream too.

He gritted his teeth and leaned down, palms flat on the mattress.

“I will,” he breathed, airy and sharp.

Normally he would be a little kinder, a little more forgiving, but here he was not his normal self. Here he was unafraid and strong and driven by desire, hard, rough, putting all of his power into it. He watched the pleasure ripple over her features, lashes fluttering, needing a beat to catch her breath. Still stubbornly toying with her breasts and creating those teasing mewls, driving him a little more insane, so he kept it steady. Deliberate, strong thrusts, ruthless in the slowness. Building it. Her hands slipped, reaching back to clutch the pillows. Not playing anymore, just lost in the rhythm with him, hips matching hips, and he hit deeper, crotch sticky with sweetness. Bodies vibrating from the sensations, not just smacking hips but also in roaring blood, in airless lungs, in flashing lights under closed eyelids, nerves electric, muscles tense, moans melding. Rise and fall, rise and fall.

The high nearing.

Faster, chasing it together.

Sex clinging to their skin, and he could smell it, pungent and heady.

He had to bite his lip to hold back. Grind his molars and make it last, had to make the last forever, prolonging this beat between bodies, delaying the end, spinning, so good, breathless, wispy purr, that’s it, give it to me, give me your all, and he was losing this battle, wet, tight, hot, his head falling back.

Couldn’t take it anymore.

Exhale.

All at once, a rush and a crash, thrusting deeply and having the breath knocked out of his lungs, succumbing to the swarm of pleasure with every twitch and jerk, spilling into the condom, reckless, but he was relived to hear her breathing catch and feel the spasms close in around him. Hips rocking, thin moan under him, and Jimin opened his eyes to her back arched, fistfuls of pillows between white knuckles, head pushed back so far that all he could see was a mess of hair and an open mouth.

His name drifting out, like smoke swirling around him in a dimly lit nightclub.

He closed his eyes.

“Jimin…”

He almost believed that maybe he could let someone fall in love with him, if only to hear his name said out loud like that, with such fondness. Maybe. A dream almost real.

Almost.

Maybe he just needed to hear it one more time.

ah. alone again. what’s the point?

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✂ Pairing: Yandere! Ghost! Park Jimin x Female! Reader

✂ Word Count: 3,9k+

✂ Warnings: Death, murder, blood

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Safe and Sound

synopsis; in which the words ‘sleep’ and ‘rest’ don’t exist in your boyfriend’s vocabulary — so it’s up to you to enforce them, lovingly, of course.

pairing; idol!Jimin x female!reader

genre; angst, fluff, comfort, idol au

rating; PG-13

warnings; angst in the form of jiminie overworking himself, and reader being worried so much, this was supposed to be a lil drabble over consoling Jimin but it ends up being more reader centered lmao oops 😬

w/c; 1,283

song to listen to; lift me up by rihanna

a/n; thank you for entrusting me with bringing your idea to life, I only hope I did it justice. <3

All you could hear was the sound of your breathing and the soles of your shoes as they hit the freshly mopped flooring of the HYBE training facility. The hallway was long, and the bright fluorescent lighting above you were the only thing keeping your still half asleep form even mildly awake. Well, that, and worry.

He still wasn’t back home.

The time on your phone read 3:31am, and showed no new notifications from your boyfriend. You reread the last string of text messages you sent him, which was hours ago, and technically yesterday.

Hey! Just a friendly reminder to stay hydrated!

Hope practice is going well, but don’t forget to take breaks when needed!

Baaaaaby, haven’t heard from you in awhile and you said you would be home around this time. Thinking of having a late night after all?

Jimin, I’m really starting to worry. Please, just let me know you’re okay at least?

Jimin?

I’m on my way.

Locking your phone, you push your feet to walk faster when you see the sign of the dance studio him and the boys usually use. Upon getting closer, you notice the light shining through the crack underneath the door, hear the muffled sounds of music coming from inside.

Your hand curls around the door handle, and you push down gently. You don’t know why, but you felt as if you should tread with caution upon entering. The door makes a slight ‘woosh’ sound as it glides swiftly across the sleek, hardwood flooring that’s now underneath your feet, and your body immediately shivers from the blast of cool air that hits your entire body due to the A/C being on full blast constantly within the practice rooms.

The first sight that greets you has your body deflating instantly with relief, only to be turned into slight panic when your boyfriend doesn’t respond to his name being called, his lithe figure leaning sideways against the full wall to wall mirrors, back towards you.

Your shoes squeak as you sprint ungracefully towards his unresponsive self. And you have to stop yourself from slamming into your panic stricken mirrored reflection by using the flat of your palms against the cool to the touch glass to stop your momentum. The force in which you stop makes the glass shake as your eyes finally land on his, that are only just now slowly opening from the vibration against his head your act caused.

In a bleary haze, his eyes adjust to the bright light first, watching your lips as they move fast – so fast in fact it makes a confused expression appear across his face. His ears pick up the faint music of the song he’s been rehearsing choreo all day for, but then ultimately zeroes in on the same word that’s been leaving your mouth for the past few seconds.

“Jimin, jimin, jimin—,”

It’s not until a warm hand encompasses his cheek, along with an equally as warm body smashing into his chest, your arm wrapping around his middle with a vice grip, your nails digging into the flesh of his back that has him letting out a slight grunt. When he straightens himself back up, his arms envelope your shaking form. Your breaths are short, fast, and he has to pull away from you in order to see the tears that threaten to spill over your waterline, pooling dangerously at the edge.

His big hands grip your face gently, brows pinched in worry at your distressed state. Due to his brain still waking up, he assumes only worst case scenarios as he asks.

“Y/N? Baby? What’s wrong? Why are you here? Did something bad happen? Are you okay? Are the boys—”

It’s ironic, really. How you initially came here to be the one comforting him and now he’s the one doing the comforting for you.

“You never came home.” Your voice floods with emotion that washes over him, creating a pool of guilt around him as his focus zeroes in on the large clock that overhangs above the doorway of the room.

You can see his face morph through stages of confusion, shock, sadness — and finally guilt as he looks at the clock, it being cemented further when he fishes his phone out of his back pocket and sees his phone blown up with countless notifications from you that he failed to read when he seemingly passed out while standing up.

That was a first for him.

His thumbs brush away the few tears that managed to fall, but he notices that your breathing has gradually returned to normal again the longer you stood there looking at him.

“I’m so sorry, I never meant to worry you. I must’ve fallen asleep.”

“While standing up, Jimin?” Your hands grip at the sides of his shirt, and the warmth you feel emanating from his body soothes you, let’s you know that he’s real, that he’s there, that he’s safe.

“Yeah, I know. Not good. Definitely going to have a kink in my neck and shoulder for the next few days from that position. Maybe even worse than those times you made my arm fall asleep from you passing out on me!” He tries to ease the mood, the tension of the room with a joke. Even going so far as to give you one of his dazzling smiles that has his eyes squinting at you, a hesitant chuckle floating up from the depths of his chest.

You manage to crack a small smile, the edge of your lip curving reluctantly. No matter how upset, or how worried you are, he never fails to make things better, make things right.

And he wasn’t about to stop now. But as much as you’re relieved, you need to drop some tough love on him.

“Jimin, we’ve talked about this, love. You need to listen to your body and accept it’s limits when it comes to practicing. Especially when you are by yourself, cause you may have fallen asleep standing up today, but what if you were driving home after a long practice and fell asleep at the wheel?” You have to bite your bottom lip in order to stop it from quivering, you don’t think he sees it, but he does.

“You’re right, baby. As always.” He smiles lovingly at you, thumb now running over your bottom lip to stop you from biting a hole in your lip.

Your eyes flutter shut when he leans down to press a short, but meaningful kiss against your parted lips. Stretching up on your toes, you angle your head in a way to deepen the kiss, having to chase his lips when he departs to early for your liking. You can feel the smile on his lips as he reciprocates your affections ten fold, feel the rumble of his laugh with your hands that are pressed firmly on his chest.

Foreheads lightly pressed together, eyes still closed, and his nose nuzzling yours, he speaks softly.

“How did I get so lucky to have someone care so deeply for me?”

“Sometimes I feel like it’s a curse, to care so deeply.” You mumble out half serious, half joking, smile playing on your lips. “But for you? I would gladly bear it for the rest of my life.”

A shaky sigh exhaled against yours lips, your next breath being caught by his lips that press fervently against yours with so much passion you can feel it in your toes, in his touch, and it nearly leaves you breathless.

A string of words chant off his lips with each kiss he gives you, reaching to your soul.

“I love you, I love you, I love you—”

Renewed Masterlist

A Jimin x Reader Social Media AU

Your KPop girl group, Tempt, has been disbanded due to a serious scandal involving the other members. You’re the Golden Maknae, rapper Katana, and have come out unscathed. Now, you’re set to debut as a solo artist, and your childhood friend Min Yoongi couldn’t be more supportive. He and the rest of BTS take you in, and you find yourself drawn to a certain vocalist dancer. As you navigate the chaos leading up to your solo debut, will you find love, or heartbreak?

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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.

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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?

Might as well be drunk in love: 1 of 3

Pairing: OT7 x Reader (CEO AU)

Summary: In which your friend thought it would be funny to give you a love potion, and in which seven CEOs accidentally drank it.

Warnings: Love Potion, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: This idea came to me when I went to the mountain and saw a love potion wine thingy being sold there. I think it's just the name of the wine, anyway! I really, really tried so hard to finish this in one post but it's already almost 8kish and we aren't even near the end sksks Happy New Year, my loves! I hope you'll like my gift for you <3

“Am I that hopeless?”

“What?” your friend asked in faux innocence, blinking her eyes owlishly at you. “I don’t know what you’re getting at, sweetie-“

You glared at her as you pointed in an exaggerated manner at the expensive pink tumbler she handed you mere seconds ago. The tumbler was too fancy, something that you wouldn’t buy for yourself and something that a certain handsome but infuriating CEO of yours was fond of carrying around.

However, what was insulting was the content of the said tumbler.

“I just gifted you that because you mentioned that it was beautiful-“

“Do you really think I’d end up alone?!”

“I don’t understand-“

“You literally just said that you put the love potion you bought in the mountains here!” you hissed lowly, keeping your eyes around the conference room as your department waited for the seven CEOs to arrive. You attempted to smile which more or less came out as a grimace at one of your colleagues who looked at you weirdly because of your mini-outburst. You weren’t exactly meek in nature, nor were you shy. However, you weren’t really keen on letting anyone overhear that your close friend bought you a love potion just because she thought you would end up alone.

That was embarrassing, even for you. So nope, you would for sure keep this under wraps.

Her brows furrowed harmlessly, although you could see a hint of smile on her lips, “You’re welcome?”

“I’m not thanking you-“

Just then, all the seven CEOs walked in the conference room, their presence commanding and silence reigned through the whole room. The first to enter was Min Yoongi. He was strolling in the room with his hands in his pocket. He was said to be the ace of the group who could smell bullshit despite it being miles away. He honestly looked like he would rather be anywhere else than here right now, though. It was the complete opposite of Jung Hoseok, also known as the sunshine of the group. He was smiling widely as he greeted the department and some employees by their names, yet you weren’t fooled by his beautiful smile. He was the strictest of them all. He was perfectionist down to the core and he was the last to forgive any mistake. The last of the hyung line to enter was the Kim Seokjin, the most beautiful man you have ever seen. It was like the room literally lightened up when he stepped in, like the birds sang melodically the moment he opened his eyes. His tall form and his movement were precise as he confidently sauntered to his seat which just so happened to be beside yours. He placed his pink tumbler on the table, so eerily similar to yours sans the engraved of his name on his tumbler. The beautiful asshole didn’t even spare you a glance. Your back unconsciously straightened when the lead CEO, Kim Namjoon, locked eyes with you for a moment when he entered the room.  He was said to be one of the most intelligent man in the whole country. You didn’t even doubt it one bit. He was capable, and his leadership was on another level. Should he decide to run for a political seat, you would undoubtedly vote for him. He had what it took, you thought. He was charismatic, calm and he knew when to listen.

The CEOs were dubbed by the employees to be divided by two: the Maknae and the Hyung line.

Finally, the maknae line entered. The three of them could always be found together. Park Jimin, the eldest of the line, who had one of the most beautiful smiles you ever saw. In fact, you once overheard your colleague that he interacted with her once and it left her thinking of what they really were. He was followed by Kim Taehyung and also labelled as his soulmate. He was expressionless as he entered, only cracking a smile when he turned to Jimin. You always thought that he could be a model or an actor if he wanted to. He definitely had the looks for it. Last to enter was the muscular Jeon Jungkook, also known as the golden maknae of the group. There were no contracts, mergers or acquisitions that he couldn’t convince the other party of signing. Not only was he capable of everything, but he excelled in everything. Thus, his nickname. However, despite the way he held himself during the negotiations, you observed him to be shy and highly reserved. All of a sudden, he looked up from his seat as though he could feel your eyes on him, his doe eyes curious as he took you in. He held your eyes for a moment until he blinked owlishly and looked down at his hands in curiosity.

Kim Namjoon sat in the middle, the others sitting beside him as they regarded the room with a powerful look.

 “Shall we begin?” Kim Seokjin asked, his eyes focused on the slides reflecting in the projector. 

Several headaches, passive aggressiveness from Namjoon, Hoseok and Jimin, disappointed sighs from Jin and Yoongi, difficult revisions ‘suggested’ by Taehyung, and corrections of miniscule errors of calculations by Jungkook later, the meeting finally ended.

You were weary as you trudged out of the conference room the CEOs were still in. They dismissed the department, expecting revisions within the day after tomorrow before discussing among themselves. It was honestly not a lot of time and you could already feel the lack of sleep you and the department would further experience under their tyranny. You willed yourself not to fall asleep as you walked to your desk, your close friend who was equally tired as you sat down on her seat beside your desk.

“I’m so tired. It’s like my soul and all the happiness I was able to experience in my young life were sucked out of me,” she lamented, her head resting on her desk. “If only the pay isn’t so greaaaat. ”

You nodded at what she said, already likening the CEOs to dementors in Harry Potter. Interacting with them made you aged several years. Additionally, meetings with them made you reconsider whether you needed a roof over your head, whether you needed to eat at least twice a day, whether you needed to drink clean water-

Speaking of…this wasn’t your tumbler. 

The horrifying realization made you stood up abruptly. You lifted the pink tumbler to your widening eyes, and by that name there was no denying that this wasn’t yours. Your sudden movement awoke your friend from her own misery, yet you didn’t have the time to explain. Without any further thought, you ran back to the conference room, screaming and crying about how you were definitely going to get fired.

Of course, the elevator was under maintenance.

Of course, you had to run numerous flights of stairs.

Of course, it was just your luck that you ran into your manager just when you reached their floor.

And of course, the moment you opened the door, there they were, innocently drinking from a glass, the tumbler emptied as it sat in the middle of the table.

“Don’t drink that!”

Taehyung was the first to turn to you, his dark expressionless eyes meeting yours with intense stubbornness. He kept his eyes on yours as gulped the contents wholeheartedly.

Oh heavens, no.

He put the glass down with a resounding thud which felt like a nail to your coffin. You turned to look at the other CEOs with shaky eyes and it was apparent that they definitely drank their fair share of whatever was in the tumbler. You, on the other hand, weren’t sure if it was really safe for consumption. You were going to kill your friend for her prank!

Their eyes were focused on you. You couldn’t even blame them. You shouted at them all while looking like a lunatic with your disheveled hair and huffing breaths like you did a marathon. Oh wait, yes you probably did by the amount of running you did today. They were probably thinking that you were mentally unfit for this job and oh my God you were going to lose your job.

“May we help you, Ms. Y/N?” Hoseok asked you politely, his eyes never wavering from yours which was…unusual. Despite him being the image of kindness and approachability, he never looked at his employees for longer than necessary. He was a man that possessed such discipline when it came to his time. This… was absolutely an unnecessary length of time for eye contact.

“T-that’s my drink,” you finally said after tearing your eyes from Hoseok’s. You pointedly looked at the empty pink tumbler, not minding the intense look Namjoon was giving you.

“We apologize, little one,” Namjoon broke the silence, his deep voice awakening you from your stupor. “Yours looked like hyung’s.”

Little one???

 Jimin smirked before running his hand through his blonde locks. His eyes were on yours as he looked up at you. “Yours undeniably taste better, though.”

Before you could even blink, Yoongi pointed at you with a rare smile on his lips. “You looked thirsty. Would you like to go to my office and drink with me?”

Was that…an invitation?!

You felt a hand tugged your sleeve. You turned, only to find beautiful doe eyes looking up at you from his seated form. “Hi! What year were you born?”

“199x-,“ you answered absentmindedly, you eyes roaming around the room when he tugged your sleeve again for your attention.

“You’re older than me!” he gasped; his excitement palpable as he stood up. He towered over you, his grin pleasant and you thought at that moment that he looked a lot like a bunny, or a kangaroo with the way his chest muscles were bulging over his office clothes. “Then you’re my noona! I can call you ‘noona’, right? Come on, take a seat here!”

He pulled the chair closer and tapped on it eagerly.

This was wrong, you thought. Was that thing really effective?! You dreaded to think that it was and you had a certain someone to torture once you get out of this room.

You were shaking your head before he could even pull you and you watched as his expression fell. Suddenly, he looked like a child that lost his toy with the way he was pouting. And nope, you couldn’t deal with that today. You looked at the man who hadn’t spoken one bit before smiling sheepishly at him. You placed his pink tumbler in front of him.

“I apologize. I must have switched yours with mine-“

His jaw tightened as he leaned in. Heavens, he was even more handsome this close. Kim Seokjin looked up at you with his ethereal eyes before resting his chin on his hand. “I’ve been drinking yours since the meeting, my love. It’s absolutely not your fault. Mine was coffee. This-“ he lifted the empty tumbler, “-is, I presume, a juice.”

Confusion further painted on your face, “You knew? Then why did you keep on drinking-“

He shrugged his broad shoulders, “It’s…addicting.”

“O-okay, then I’ll just leave yours here-“

“Tell me, my love. Do you like your job?”

Welp, here it was. You were so going to get fired. Oh my God, how were you going to feed your cat? He had such an expensive taste!

“I-“

“Because there’s an opening in my office. Would you like to be my secretary-“

“But hyung, you already have one-“

“Shut up, Taehyung,” he hissed at the now pouting man before turning to smile at you as though he didn’t berate his co-CEO in front of you. Chaos ensued as the boys fought and bickered for who would be your direct boss as you inched closer to the door.

“I’m just gonna go,” you whispered and before you could even reach the door, Taehyung looked up at you with his sharp eyes.

“Where are you going!”

“I-I have to finish the report this week, right?”

Namjoon stood up before declaring that he would finish it for you. And when you shook your head, “I am officially moving the deadline to next month! No need to stress, my little love!”

You blinked owlishly before doing what was best for you and your sanity- you ran away.

“So, they drank it?”

“Are you even listening to me?!” you shrieked over the phone, walking back in forth in front of your cat that was now looking at you as though he wanted to be adopted by a sane person and not you. “I just told you. They all drank it. All seven of them!”

You could hear the laughter in her voice which was not helping your panic, “I thought you didn’t believe love potions?”

“I-I didn’t! You didn’t see how they were acting! It was so peculiar!”

“Well, honey, how did they act?”

“Kindly! And it’s so weird!”

She paused, her silence making your heart beat faster. “Holy shit. It’s definitely effective. I need to go back there and buy another one for myself-“

“Focus! Is there an antidote or anything?”

“I’m not sure. I’ll have to ask my grandmother that lives there. I’ll let you know, but for the meantime, hold on very tight, okay?”

“What do you mean?!”

“Uhm. She said it’s very potent? I thought she was kidding. We’ll observe them tomorrow, okay? I’ll fix this.“

You were only able to sleep for two hours last night for two reasons: your work that you accomplished at eleven in the evening, leaving you six ample hours to sleep, and second, them.

Your phone didn’t stop ringing last night. You didn’t know how they obtained your number, and you dreaded to think that they used their position to direct the Human Resources department to give your personal number (yup, they definitely did).

You were about to fall asleep when your phone wouldn’t stop, and when you opened your eyes, you wished to all that was holy that you threw away the tumbler as soon as she handed it to you. Or that you didn’t choose the sit next to Seokjin.

You wished to God that your phone wasn’t blowing up now, but it certainly was.

Kookie: Hi, noona! Welcome to the Bangtan groupchat!

You squinted your eyes as the glaring screen illuminated with several messages from them.

Jwehope: Darling, are you a sprite? Because you've got the right amount of fizz to make my heart pop!

Jiminie: That’s so corny. I, for one, think that little one is a magician.

Jiminie: Because everytime I look at her, everyone just disappears.

V: Do you want to disappear, Jimin? Because I can arrange that.

Joonie: Ms. Y/N-shi, do you have a moment? I asked because I would like to discuss something.

At that, your trepidation grew. Among five, the lead CEO definitely held a serious tone. Did they find it as weird as you did that they were paying you attention? Did they trace it to that drink? Were you now in an even bigger mess than you initially thought?

You replied tensely: Yes, I am available, Kim Daepyonim.

WWH Jin: Why are you still awake? Beauty sleep is essential, my love!

Joonie: Great! I’d like to discuss the exponential growth of my feelings for you.

What.

The.

Fuck.

Suga: You’re all so hopeless. My Y/N would never fall for that.

Suga: On the other hand, would you like some Samsung stocks?

And that was why you never got to sleep peacefully last night. You sighed as you got on the bus. You opted to leave at an earlier hour because you wanted some time to think without the noise of the world and the buzzling movement of people commuting. You could feel a headache coming, but you prayed that it wouldn’t come through.

You should have known your prayers were seldom heard.

A vacant seat on the backside of the bus greeted you, and you were only too elated to finally sit throughout your commute. Peace, finally, you thought. You had barely settled in, barely breathed a sigh of relief when the once empty chair beside you was filled in by none other than him

“Fancy running to you here!” Taehyung noted in a deep voice as though this was not part of his plan, as though he didn’t wake up at a godforsaken hour just to ‘run’ to you.

You blinked, astonished by his presence. This was the last place you expected him to be. Hell, you didn’t even sure he ever experienced riding a bus! What the fuck was he doing here? Where was now your peace?!

“You-You’re here…” you trailed off, your eyes widening in shock as your brows furrowed in disbelief. You had foolishly thought that maybe, once they slept it off, then it would slowly be flushed out of their system. Oh, how wrong could you be. “Why?”

Taehyung smirked at you, his dark eyes taking you in. His dark hair was gelled up, his suit impeccable and without any crease in sight. He was somehow manspreading and you weren’t stoic enough not to notice the way his thick thigh was touching the side of yours. “I wanted to see you.”

“You’re so…honest.”

He didn’t even look embarrassed by his honesty. It didn’t displace him; what did was the annoying pain in his heart as the hours passed by and you weren’t in his arms nor his sight. He hated it. It felt wrong!

The other boys weren’t fairing any better but oh well, to each of his own. He may or may have also drained their cars of gas so they couldn’t leave. He thought that no one needed you as much as he did.

“I surmised that you wouldn’t believe if I say I frequent this path just for the hell of it, correct?”

You nodded dumbfoundedly as speech eluded you. His candor was definitely out of this world, and he seemed to not care as he only stared right at you.

“Now,” he whispered before tucking your hair behind your ear. “Now I feel at peace. The annoying pain finally stops.”

What pain?!

Before you could even ask him to elaborate, his head leaned on your shoulder.

“Daepyonim Kim-“

“Just stay like this for a while. I didn’t get to sleep, my love,” he answered in his hoarse voice, his eyes already closed as he dozed off. You didn’t know why you let him. It absolutely was not due to the fact that you felt your heart skipped a beat when he laid his head on your shoulder. Nope.

You managed to run away from Taehyung once the two of you arrived at the company, simply by practicing your non-existent ninja moves and awkwardly slipping out of the elevator just as the doors closed, his face an image of betrayal and panic. You breathed a sigh of relief before running out of the building. You still had an hour before you were needed, you for sure wouldn’t spend it inside that establishment or you would end up crying.

You were focused on your phone as you read real life stories of love potions. The sharing of stories kept on increasingly became more serious and scarier. You had yet to find a post about antidote. You weren’t 100% set on it being real, but the way Taehyung acted today was not right.

For heaven’s sake, the man barely said any word to you for the whole year you worked in their company. He had only looked at you before, and now he was outright going to you. But maybe, the other CEOs weren’t affected?

It was a hopeful thought, and you felt yourself smile a little- which of course vanished just as quickly when you looked up from your seat in the coffee shop to see Park Jimin sitting in front of you. You didn’t even know how he moved so smoothly and quietly. He was smiling at you, his head tilted to the side. His blonde hair stood out as the sunlight hit his hair perfectly.

“Good morning, beautiful!”

“Daepyonim Park,” you gasped both at shock and well, his beauty. His smile turned wider before he tried to hide it as he sipped from his coffee cup.

“Just Jimin, little one. I presume Taehyung- the bastard who will soon be six feet underground for what he did, by the way- already went to see you?”

You nodded, “He did…”

He scrunched his nose before resting his chin on his hand as he leaned into you. His pouty lips were protruding even more as he looked over his long lashes to you. My God, this man was so charming and his movements seemed so sensual. You didn’t know what it was about him, but you finally, finally understood your coworker who had a major crush on him for years based on one interaction.

“He’s so bad, my love. Did he tell you that he drained all our cars’ gas tank at two in the morning?” he asked in a conversational manner as though it didn’t faze him. His other hand reached to yours, slowly entangling them together and giggling a little at the slight size difference. He found them perfect and cute.

God, you were so endearing, he thought to himself.

“He did what?!”

He nodded slightly, holding your hand up to inspect further before quietly taking a picture of your clasped hands. You were so out of it that you just let it be.

“What Taehyung failed to account for was the existence of taxis. He only managed to anger six men, so good luck to him today. But enough about him,” he stated before looking into your eyes. Being the sole focus of Jimin was just too much, you thought. He was bigger than life, and his inherent appeal was palpable that even girls around the coffee shop kept on stealing glances on him. “I miss you so much today that my heart and head hurt so much, yeobo. I thought that I was going to die if I don’t see you.”

Your brows furrowed in concern before pulling your hand from him and you could have sworn you heard him whimpered. You laid the back of your hand on his forehead, trying to see whether he had fever today. He felt fine, you concluded, as you looked closer to see if he looked sick.

Maybe the ‘love potion’ caused these symptoms? Taehyung did mention experiencing pain.

You managed to escape from Park Jimin when he insisted on buying you pastries, and you in turn ran to the exit like your life depended on it. And perhaps, it did because you were running late. You only had fifteen minutes and the coffee shop you went to was not fifteen-minute away from the office. You were running like a lunatic, waving at the taxi that finally took pity on you. You were about to open the door when a large and tattooed hand slammed it shut.

You looked up in anger, ready to berate the man who did such a rude gesture when you recognized who it was.

Right then and there, and despite it being barely eight in the morning, you already met the entirety of maknae line. Jeon Jungkook looked like a badass with his all-black getup, his hands wrapped in motorcycle gloves, and his hair carelessly falling around his face. Despite all that, he looked innocent with the way he grinned at you, his nose all scrunched up when he greeted you.

“I’ll give you a ride, noona. Come on,” he stated as he gestured at the black motorcycle haphazardly parked on the side. You had never ridden one, and you didn’t want to start now. On the other hand, the taxi was already driving away and you could only look at it with longing.

You decided that you could afford being late just this once instead of riding with him. You were shaking your head.

“But you’re going to be late. I’m going there, too, so it’s no bother if that’s what you’re thinking-“

“No it’s just… I like to walk during the mornings…really.”

He frowned at you as he removed his gloves, “Didn’t you read the memo about tardiness, Y/N?”

“What memo?”

He was typing rapidly on his phone, “About how there would be 50% deduction of the salary should there be any tardiness this month…didn’t you know?” he asked innocently as he finished typing, his doe eyes trained on yours. Coincidentally, the moment he pocketed his phone was the moment your phone dinged.

“I don’t think that’s legal, though. I haven’t received the memo-“

You looked down at your phone, and there it was, an email about that. How could it only reach you now?!

You looked up in panic, and he looked at you with a hint of satisfaction before covering it with an innocent smile. “Shall we? I promise I don’t bite.” Yet.

He drove like a lunatic and you thought that you would really rather be late than experience a thrill such as this. Of course, it was only natural that you didn’t want to put your arms around him. You technically didn’t know him at a personal level and Jungkook did know that.

So, of course, like the intelligent man that he was, he only did the thing that made sense. He sped up, and he chuckled as your adorable screams reached his ears. Your equally lovely arms were now wrapped around him as they should always be and for once since yesterday, the ache in his heart eased. He felt at peace.

He giggled when you finally realized that this was not the path to the office, but in his mind, his other hyungs already got to spend time with you. Shouldn’t he too?

Jungkook helped you get off his bike, his eyes closely watching your expressions as you took the scenery around you. It was quiet despite the busy world below. The overlooking garden he brought you to was enchanting and it remained untouched by the quick-pacing world below. Jungkook couldn’t help but mirror your smile.

“It’s even more beautiful at night, noona. I come here when things get quite overwhelming.”

You turned to him as the two of you sat down. He had laid his leather jacket for you to sat on, a true gentleman you would think if only you weren’t aware that he drank the potion. “The golden maknae gets overwhelmed, too?”

He scrunched his nose at you before softly pinching your nose, “Of course, I do. I’m only human. I was trained when I was only thirteen…it gets too much sometimes. But it’s okay. I like it, and I like the hyungs, too. That’s why I cannot get mad at Tae.”

“He didn’t just empty the gas tank, but he also hid the keys. For added measure, he deflated my tire. He only did that to me. Should I be mad, little one?” he asked with the perpetual charming and shy smile on his face. “Ahh, but I cannot stay mad at him. I do understand him.”

“You do?”

He nodded eagerly, “I would have done the same thing if only he didn’t do it first. You do make us crazy, little one. Why is that?”

It was an eventful morning, and you weren’t foolish enough to think that the rest of your day would be any different. You friend was still yet to be found as she was preoccupied with researching for further information about that potion, which she should have done before giving it to you!

You sighed for the million time as you stared at your food. You were sitting alone in the company’s cafeteria as you were eating your late lunch. The workload was just too much today despite Kim Namjoon’s departmentwide directive that the revision would be presented the following month. Your superiors did find it peculiar and thought that the head CEO was simply playing with them and that he would cruelly demand the output the next day. See, even his reputation preceded him, you thought. It wasn’t in his nature to be lenient when it came to deadlines.

The sudden gentle thud of food a lunch box made you jumped from your seat, your eyes widening as you saw that it was none other than the eldest of the CEOs, Kim Seokjin. Disbelief held you captive. It was an unexpected sight – the CEO, whose tailored suits and polished demeanor spoke of boardroom authority, now standing before you with a container of something that smelled absolutely delicious.

He smiled at you as he took the empty seat in front of you. He busied himself with laying and opening the numerous food containers in front of you. Your eyes widened at all the homecooked meals in front of you.

“I got up at four in the morning to prepare all these. I still don’t know what your favorites are, but we’ll figure it out as we go, right?” he asked, busying himself with putting food on your plate. “Always eat on time, little one. It’s bad to skip meals.”

“W-why did you cook all these?”

He blinked owlishly at your question; surprise written on his face. “Well, my love, I couldn’t sleep and I felt this stabbing pain by the mere thought that you weren’t eating enough.”

“You don’t have to do that-“

“So from now on, I decided that I’ll always cook for you,” he declared strongly before lifting his chopsticks with vegetables to your mouth. Suddenly, you felt eyes on you.

How could you forget that you were in the company?! Your head turned, looking at the employees who were all watching your interaction with the unobtainable CEO. They were whispering and you knew by the end of the hour, everyone in the company would know of this. How could you live once they had the antidote? You could already hear the rumors about how you were just for their entertainment once they tossed you aside.

You were about to stand up when Seokjin gently gripped your chin. He turned you to him, his beautiful eyes willing you to listen to him. “Don’t mind them, little love. Pay attention to me only. Nothing and no one matter outside us, okay?”

It wasn’t okay because none of this was real. On the other hand, the meal tasted heavenly…

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If they weren’t going to get sick, you definitely would. You felt like you would collapse any moment.

The amount of stress was taking a toll on you. You felt like you needed to be on your guard, lest another CEO would ambush you. You were just human! And they all looked like they stepped out of a photoshoot, or that they were ethereal beings that decided to go down on the mortal realms. The way they were showering you with attention and declaring their attraction to you and the way they said that not being with you felt like a stabbing pain in their hearts were all getting to you, damn it!

You were just a girl.

And once this all ended, you were dreading to think of what would be left of you now that you saw them on a closer and more personal level. You wanted to think that this couldn’t get any worse, but it did as you read the most elusive of the CEOs’ email to you.

Hi, my little one,

I hope this email finds you well. I am writing to request your presence at a meeting in my office to discuss my growing feelings for you today at 2:00 pm. Your insights and expertise on this matter would be highly valuable to the discussion, and I believe your input will contribute significantly to our objectives of being together forever and ever.

Thank you in advance for your cooperation, and I look forward to our discussion.

Best regards,

CEO Min Yoongi

He had this faraway look on his face when you were led by his secretary in his office. His hands were in his pocket as he looked at the bustling city from his floor to ceiling window. His black long hair was sleeked back, revealing his stoic face. The dark suit he was wearing did nothing but compliment his form. You had never noticed how broad his shoulders were until now.

He looked like he was not paying attention, yet he turned around the moment that the door closed behind you. Min Yoongi looked at you for a moment too long that you started to shift uncomfortably. His attention was just too much, and you couldn’t act like you were no longer affected by any of it.

And from the looks of it, the moment you blushed was the exact moment his face softened. He gestured for you to take the seat in front of his desk. He mirrored your movement, now sitting on his expensive swivel chair. He clasped his hands and rested them on the mahogany table.

“Daepyonim Min-“

He held his finger up, asking for your silence before spilling what you thought to be both outrageous and the most beautiful and heartfelt thing anyone had ever said to you in this life. “You’re beautiful, and not just in the way that you look. No. You’re beautiful in the way that the sun finally shines after a month of storms; you’re beautiful in the way that the waves keep on going back to the shore even after they were pushed away in the desire to kiss the sand; you’re beautiful in the way that flowers bloom after the unforgiving winter coldness. And that is why I’m giving you Samsung stocks.”

Confusion settled over you like a fog. You had almost melted from what felt like a poetry when he once again brought up his stocks idea from last night.

“I-I really don’t need Samsung stocks, Daepyonim Min…”

He looked aghast at your statement, before reaching over the table and holding your hand in his particularly large ones. “Call me Yoongi, my love. Or better yet, call me your other half,” he implored you and he only let go when you nodded in confusion.

“Also, nonsense! Everyone needs that stock, little one. Besides, nothing speaks more about my love for you than giving you all my Samsung stocks. And above and beyond, it filled me with this immense pain knowing that you’re just out there not owning any of their stocks. I couldn’t breathe with the mere thought of you going without.”

“Excuse me?”

And with a stoic face, he said, “Congratulations, little one. You’re now a millionaire."

At six in the evening, the head CEO finally made an appearance. You did find it peculiar that you had a fairly quiet afternoon after meeting with Yoongi. Your brows were pinched together as you were lost in thought when the elevator opened, revealing the head CEO. He had yet to notice you, his large and imposing form leaning against the side of the elevator. His eyes were close. You noticed that his white sleeves were already folded, his tie already loosened as his black suit laid on his thick forearms.

Kim Namjoon was the image of weariness, and you thought he looked quite pale. Your growing concern for him was what made you stepped inside the lift rather than running away yet again. The sound of your heels as you stepped in was the only sound in the elevator. You pressed for the ground floor and you saw that the floor for basement three was already pressed. Perhaps, the head CEO was going home now. Now that you were standing almost next to him, you only further affirmed how small you were next to him. He was already larger than life, and the way he always held himself exuded confidence made him more striking…and manly in your eyes.

The ride was fairly quiet, and through it all, he had his eyes closed. You kept on stealing glances, thinking that maybe among the other CEOs, he took in the least amount of potion. You felt lighter with that thought. At least you only had five men you needed to find the antidote for. Come to think of it, you hadn’t seen the sunshine of the group, Jung Hoseok yet.

The elevator dinged, signifying your floor. You had taken merely a step when you felt a large hand completely encircling your wrist, effectively stopping you from leaving. You automatically turned, startled to find him with his eyes trained on you. He looked way too alert for someone who had his eyes closed for the past minute. You gasped when he pulled you closer to him as he pressed the close button.

“Daepyonim Kim,” you called him as you craned your neck to look at his draconic eyes.

“Leaving so soon?" he asked, his deep voice carrying a subtle mix of amusement and curiosity.

You hesitated, the words tumbling out of your mouth as he caught you off guard. “I... uh, yes. I was heading to the lobby. I’m about to leave for the night," you stammered, attempting to regain composure.

A playful smile curved his lips as he completely blocked the exit. leaned against the elevator frame, effectively blocking your exit, which sounded successful as the door closed. “I missed you,” he breathed as he took you in, his thumb gently running over the inside of your wrist as though touching you brought him immense comfort. “A lot. It was hell without seeing you the whole day.”

You blinked owlishly and you wanted nothing but to hide your face from the intensity of his gaze, but he wouldn’t let you. Instead, he smiled so gently at you, the dents on his cheeks making an appearance which made him more charismatic that you couldn’t say no when he told you that he would take you home.

But he didn’t exactly say which home because you ended up in what turned out to be the CEOs’ huge ass mansion. Your eyes roamed around the mansion, the high ceilings and the fancy marble flooring all screamed wealth that you didn’t even dare of dreaming to have. He confidently led you to what appeared to be a grand dining room. The room bathed in the soft, flickering glow of candlelight, casting a warm and intimate ambiance. The delicate flames danced gracefully, creating patterns of light and shadow that played across the table. The air carried the subtle fragrance of the candles, a mix of vanilla and subtle hints of lavender.

The dining table was adorned with crisp, white linen, and the flickering candles were nestled in elegant holders, their glow reflecting off polished silverware and crystal glasses. Each flame seemed to dance in harmony with the gentle melody playing in the background, creating a soothing symphony that enveloped the space.

He pulled a chair for you, and instead of sitting across from you, he sat beside you. He chuckled lowly when he caught your questioning eyes, “I have been apart from you for so long today, little one. I need this to feel alive.”

You straightened up in vigilance that the other CEOs would show up. “Are the others here, too?”

He looked at you like you said something funny. The chef he hired today gently laid all the dishes he made, explaining about each dish before wishing the two of you an enjoyable night. Namjoon told you that he wouldn’t feed you any of the food he made unless he enrolled himself in a culinary school first, hence the chef. He waited for the chef to leave before turning his full attention to you.

“I shipped them off to Antartica.”

“You what?!”

“I simply said we were flying to Japan for a quick meeting. They believed. I lied. End of. So anyway, how many children do you think we should have?”

My God, you wanted so bad to lay on your bed and sleep the whole night. You though about filing for sick leave tomorrow, you were long overdue for a leave, anyway. Kim Namjoon was kind enough to drop you off. However, it was only after you promised him that you would talk about possible schools for your future children that he let you go.

On the other hand, your friend finally called and you were sorely disappointed to know more about what she gathered today. Her grandmother had to ask the other folks that lived in the mountain about your situation and it somehow appalled you that you weren’t the first to experience this.

It was, at the same time, sad to see people resort to this from loneliness.

Was an artificial, forced love and companionship better than being alone?

There were both an instant and quite a long-term effect of the potion, she said. The instant was mostly upon ingesting the liquid. Once they locked eyes with the owner of the potion which so happened to be you since she technically gifted it to you, then the immense attraction would start. You thought that this explained why the seven of them all acted that way in the conference room.

The long-term effects were what caused you to groan all the way up to your apartment. And right then and there, you saw what the long-term effects were. As you trudged up to your apartment, you felt the exhaustion to your very bones. You were looking forward to a hot shower in an effort to wash away the problems that stemmed from a simple prank when you saw who was leaning against your front door.

The last of the CEO, Jung Hoseok, was leaning against the door, his head bowed down as he clutched his heart. He looked like he was in unfathomable pain, his lips almost the shade of white. And your friend’s words echoed in your mind.

‘Prolonged non-contact with the object of their desires will cause them to be physically ill.’

You hurried up to him, holding his shoulders as you looked at him. You were crouched down in front of him, peeking up at his pained face.

“S-sir, are you okay?”

His chest tightened, his face contorted, a mask of agony etched with lines of distress. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, evidence of the intense effort to draw in even the smallest amount of air. The hallway fell silent, save for the raspy, labored breaths that escaped him.

‘They may try to fight the unexplainable feelings they have, and this will only cause them harm. In fact, if they go without you for a long period of time, their body will suffer for a long time.’

“Hoseok? Can you hear me? I’ll call for help, okay?” you tried to make yourself sound calm for his sake, but seeing him struggling, desperate to gasp for air was making you panic. Your negligence did this, you thought. You should have made sure that you were holding the right tumbler that day.

You were about to turn to call for help when you felt a hand pulled you closer, and before you knew it, he had his arms around you. He was still breathing hard, but you noticed that the shallow breathings were farther and apart as though he could finally breath. The moment you touched him, the moment you looked into his eyes was the exact moment that a wave of relief swept over him as the oppressive grip on his chest began to loosen. The moment that you called his name was the moment that the torment that had shackled his every breath gradually lifted, replaced by the sweet release of a deep, calming respiration.

“Don’t leave me.”

‘However, every interaction with you would only make their attraction grow further.’

You placed a glass of water in front of the man who now looked perfectly fine as though he wasn’t fighting for his very life outside your apartment. He was offering you reassuring smiles as he gently watched you. He was surrounded by sacks of expensive cat food, toys, and vitamins. And of course, your cat was only too happy with them, evident by the excessive purring he was emitting as he climbed on the CEO’s lap.

“I did hear that you have an adorable son int the form of a cat,” he started as he petted your spoiled cat. “As his future daddy, I would like to provide for him as early as now.”

You didn’t pay attention to whatever he was saying, and instead, you sat next to him to see if he was really fine. The paleness was now exchanged by a healthy look on skin. It was as though that didn’t happen.

“Hoseok, listen…the reason that you are all acting this way to me, the girl you didn’t even notice before this, was because-“

“Because of that drink, right?” he interrupted you, wearing a soft smile that conveyed he harbored no anger.

“Y-you know…”

He nodded before tilting his head, “I do. It’s weird, as you said. The thing is, all of us suspects the same thing. You, little one, only confirmed it.”

“I didn’t mean for any of these to happen-“

The soft look he had was now dropped, revealing the strict CEO that everyone knew him to be. “Regardless, little one. You need to take responsibility over your actions.”

“H-how?”

“You’re going to live with us until all of this fades. You’re going to take responsibility over us, my love.”

Part 2 sneakpeak, Part 2

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.

----------------------------------------------------

"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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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 :*

Hey ARMY, listen up! See this??? ⬇️👇 ⬇️👇 ⬇️👇 ⬇️👇 ⬇️👇 ⬇️

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! 💜

Through Hell (A Park Jimin One-Shot)

“If you’re going through hell, keep going.” ~ Winston Churchill

Disclaimer(s): The middle picture of Jimin used in my header is the property of BTS and BigHit, I just edited it a little and put it in the frame. The one on the far left was scanned and edited by @bangtan-sonyeon-scans. I’ve kept their logo/watermark intact and did not touch their edit in any way. The only thing I did was put it in a frame. All credit goes to them for the edit. Please check them out, they do amazing work 💜 I cannot find the owner of the picture on the right. I found the pic on Pinterest and it didn’t have any logos or watermarks on it. I assume the picture belongs to BTS and BigHit, but if someone knows who the original owner is, please let me know so I can properly credit them.

Age Recommendation: 18+ (See warnings, this def isn’t for young ‘uns)

Genre: Angst w/ a happy ending

Warnings: Swears (f*cking duh), straight up abuse including hitting and slapping (do NOT read if you are not comfortable), ANGST.

Word Count: 2.4k (not too bad, not too bad)

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Through Hell (Jimin One-Shot, Angst)

“Could you try to at least be a little personable?” your fiance growled, gripping your forearm tightly.

“I-I’m trying,” you muttered, looking down at the ground.

He pinched your jaw between his fingers, forcing your eyes to his. “Well fucking try harder.”

Dragging you out of the empty hallway, the both of you rejoined the table with smiles much too large to be real. You did your best to please your fiance, making an effort to talk more, laugh louder, and gesticulate frequently. You were the life of the party, the perfect trophy almost-wife, there to socialize and make witty conversation.

You realized you had done your job too well when one of your fiance’s business partners slid a hand over your thigh, chuckling at something you said. You instantly froze, flicking a fearful glance towards your fiance. Rage smoldered behind his dark eyes.

“Fuck,” you thought. You shoved the man’s hand away and abruptly excused yourself to the ladies’ room, practically sprinting away in an attempt to escape.

Too late. A hand closed around your wrist, jerking you to a stop the second you stepped outside.

“What the fuck was that?” your fiance snarled, yanking you close.

You let out a yelp. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“The hell you don’t!”

He released you only to draw a hand back and slap you square in the face, the force of his palm colliding with your cheek causing you to stumble. Your vision blurred as the sting worked its way through your nerve endings, causing your skin to redden.

Your fiance drew his hand back once more when you heard the shout of an unfamiliar voice. “Hey!”

You blinked away your tears just in time to see your fiance whirl around and get punched in the face. He fell to the ground with a groan, his eyes rolling back in his head.

The stranger who’d saved you clambered on top of your fiance, pinning him to the ground. Your fiance struggled, but stilled when he saw the stranger’s fist poised above him, ready to strike. “The fuck is wrong with you?!” the stranger growled. “Didn’t your mommy teach you not to hit?!”

“Get off me!” your fiance grunted.

The stranger reared back and punched him once more, effectively knocking him out. With a heaving chest, he slowly stood up and turned towards you, using his fingers to comb back his messy orange hair. You were still frozen from shock, your mouth parted open, your hands hanging limply at your sides. It wasn’t until the stranger reached a hand out to you when the feeling began returning to your limbs. You closed your mouth and slid your palm into his, surprised at how soft his skin was.

“Hey,” he said. “I’m Jimin.”

“Y-Y/n,” you stuttered, distracted by the way he moved your hands up and down.

“Are you okay?” he asked, leaning down and looking in your eyes.

“I think so.”

Your fiance groaned, causing both of you to look down at him. “He’s coming to,” Jimin said. “We should get out of here. Can I give you a ride?”

“Sure.”

He gave you a small smile, tugging gently on the hand that was still sheathed in his. “C’mon. My ride’s a couple blocks from here.”

You nearly pulled your hand out of his. You didn’t know this guy. Just because he saved you from a brutal beating from your fiance didn’t mean he was a good person. For all you knew, he could be even worse than your fiance.

Then again, what did you have to lose? Your fiance would probably call the cops and get Jimin put in jail, then take you home and beat you senseless. You looked into Jimin’s bright brown eyes, and you saw nothing but sincerity and warmth. That was enough for you. You let him lead you down the steps, around the corner, and away from who was supposedly going to be your terrible future.

You relished in the freedom of getting away, giggling a bit as you both walked down the street still hand-in-hand. Jimin looked at you, nothing but fondness in his eyes. You took a second to look him up and down, appreciating every inch of the handsome man beside you. His bright orange hair stood in stark contrast to his black leather jacket and uber-tight jeans. Silver glinted in both of his ears, but an earring dangled down from just his left ear, giving him an attractive rebel vibe that had your heart pounding.

Wait. You couldn’t think thoughts like this. You were engaged. To be married.

But was it a true promise of marriage when you didn’t love him? When you were forced into betrothal by your controlling father? When you saw no happy future, no light at the end of the tunnel, no escape, no happiness?

“Sorry to barge into your argument like that,” Jimin said, running a hand sheepishly through his hair. “I didn’t mean to interfere, and I know it’s none of my business, but—”

“Don’t apologize,” you interrupted. “Believe me, you saved my ass back there. Temporarily, at least.”

He stared at you. “Don’t tell me you’re going back to that asshole.”

You glanced at the ground. “It’s not like I want to, but… I have no choice.”

Jimin stopped you right there, in the middle of the sidewalk, gently putting a finger under your chin and raising your eyes to his. Such a contrast to the way your fiance would grip your jaw and force you to look at him. “You always have a choice,” he murmured.

You gave him a tiny smile. “Tonight I do. But I don’t know what tomorrow will bring.”

“Look, I know I barely know you,” he said. “But come stay with me. My friends and I can protect you.”

You were taken aback. “You don’t even know me,” you retorted, slipping your hand out of his. “You don’t know who my father is. He’ll find some way to take you out and drag me back home.”

Jimin stepped close. “And you don’t know who I am.”

“I know enough.”

He smirked. “I don’t think you do.”

“I’m still not staying with you.”

“Fine. But the offer still stands.”

You opened your mouth to shoot a reply back, but closed it when a terrifying thought stopped you. They’d already be looking for you.

You grabbed Jimin’s hand once more. “Fine, I’ll stay with you… but just for tonight, alright?”

Maybe giving your fiance the night would give him a chance to calm down. Maybe your father would be so terrified of losing you, he wouldn’t force you to marry that dickbag. Maybe things would simply look brighter in the morning, and would give you the strength to face them both.

Jimin’s smirk widened and he started down the sidewalk once more. “Not far now.”

Jimin’s ‘ride’ turned out to be a motorcycle parked at the very end of the block. I looked down at my tight evening gown, the deep gold color glinting in the dim streetlight. Not exactly the outfit for a motorcycle ride.

“I have a spare helmet,” Jimin said, handing you a black helmet that matched the one he already had on.

“Gimme a minute.”

You reached down and grasped the fabric of your dress between your hands, tearing it away from your legs with a loud rip.

You didn’t miss the way Jimin gawked at your exposed legs. You reached behind you and took the pin holding your hair up out, shaking your curls loose. Jimin’s mouth parted open, causing a blush to swell beneath the skin of your cheeks. “I’ll take that helmet now,” you said playfully, taking it from his grasp and putting it on your head.

Jimin shook his head, closing his mouth. “R-Ready?”

“Yep,” you said as you snapped the clasps underneath your chin together.

You clambered on the back of the motorcycle, sliding your arms around Jimin’s firm torso, relishing in the way his breath hitched as you felt him up. The motorcycle started up with a stuttering roar, and you were off, the wind whipping through your clothes and over your skin, causing your eyes to water.

You didn’t dare close them, though, wanting to remember every second of what might be your last delicious moment of freedom. Jimin weaved between cars, going faster and faster. Your dress flew up, trailing behind the cycle in a wave of gold fabric, revealing more of your skin than you normally would have liked, but tonight? Tonight you didn’t give a damn.

Almost too soon, Jimin stopped in front of a grungy apartment building in a part of town your father or fiance likely wouldn’t dare step foot in. He propped his motorcycle up on its kickstand, and you climbed off of it, gratefully accepting the hand Jimin held out to you. You both took off your helmets, and you self-consciously tried to smooth down your hair at the same time Jimin ran a hand through his once more, combing the soft orange strands away from his face.

And, oh, what a gorgeous face it was. Besides his beautiful brown eyes, you took a moment to appreciate his smooth skin, his high cheekbones, and most of all, his full, pink lips that you longed to rub the pad of your thumb over.

Noticing your stare, Jimin tossed a smirk your way. “Enjoying the view?”

You looked away, a blush dusting your cheeks pink. “Is this where you live?”

“Yep. Come on, let’s go inside.”

Fifteen minutes later, you found yourself wrapped in a blanket, sitting on Jimin’s bed in his tiny studio apartment. He handed you a mug of steaming tea, which you took a sip from despite its hot temperature.

“Thanks,” you said.

“Any time.”

You both were quiet for a moment, sipping from your tea and staring at the kitchenette directly across from you. “Can I ask you something?” Jimin said suddenly.

“Sure.”

“Why were you even with that guy?”

“Who? My fiance?”

Jimin scoffed. “You’re engaged to that asshole?”

I hung my head. “Unfortunately, yes,” you muttered.

“Why? Why not break it off? You clearly know he’s not good for you.”

“Because reasons,” I sighed.

Jimin put a hand over yours. “Tell me.”

You looked up at the ceiling, focusing hard on the bumpy texture to keep the tears at bay. “Because I have to.”

“But you know you don’t, right?”

“You don’t understand. My father is a billionaire who practically owns half this city. Ever since I was little, I’ve been promised to this guy… he’s heir to a company that directly competes with my father’s company. If we marry, our families and companies join, and my father has been promised an extensive partnership with my fiance’s father that will double his assets. He wants to build an empire.”

Jimin’s gaze grew darker with each word. “And you can’t say no? You can’t just walk away?”

You swallowed hard. “I’ve been groomed for the role of perfect wife since I was a child… I have no skills, I’ve never been allowed to do anything for myself. Where would I go?”

“Here,” Jimin said forcefully. “You can stay here. I can help you get a job, teach you how to live in the real world.”

You shook your head. “He would find me. My father would find me and drag me back home. I’d be lucky if he didn’t keep me prisoner until my wedding.”

Jimin stood up and began pacing, striding back and forth, back and forth, over the wooden floor over his apartment. “I know people,” he finally said, looking at you. “People who can… get you a new identity. We might have to change your appearance a bit, but… it could work.”

Your furrowed your brow. “Why?” you whispered. “Why would you do all this for me? You said it yourself, we barely know each other.”

Jimin knelt down in front of you, enfolding your hands in between his. “Because no one deserves to be treated badly,” he said seriously.

That sincere, warm look was back in his eyes, drawing you in, hypnotizing you into a state of resolution. Determination flowed through you, making your blood boil and tingles to break out along your spine. For the first time in your life, you felt your rebellious spirit rise up and possess you, drawing out courage you didn’t even know you had.

You looked deep into Jimin’s eyes and nodded. “Fine,” you said. “We fight.”

Jimin’s full lips turned upward in a smile. “My two favorite words.”

Without warning, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours, causing you to stop breathing. The kiss lasted for only a few seconds, but to you, that kiss was your ticket to freedom. It helped you remember what you were fighting for every time life, your ex-fiance, or your father threw a wrench in your plans. It helped you remember exactly who you were, and how much power you held to change your life. It helped you find out what true love actually felt like.

But most importantly, It helped you remember that no matter what hell you were going through, you would do absolutely everything to just keep going.

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A Note From Kutemouse: So I’m a slut for orange-haired Jimin. Yep. Thought you should know that.

Annnnnyways, so this didn’t exactly fulfill the request given, and for that I feel bad, believe me, I do… but I’m sorry, I just can’t write abusive Jimin 🥺 I know that’s a popular thing out there (last I checked, the number one Jimin story on Wattpad was an abusive Jimin au), but I can’t write it. I just can’t see Jimin ever, ever, ever hitting someone or being abusive ever, and writing any BTS member in that light makes me sick to my stomach.

So, once again, I apologize kutie anon. I hope this one-shot is good enough for you to forgive me 💜

Also, please do NOT follow Y/n’s example and hop on the back of some stranger’s motorcycle to go live with him. There are good people in this world like Jimin, but there are also a lot of sketch people. Be safe, use good judgment and common sense.

Love you all 💜

I’d Hate To Say it | pjm (m.list)

❝i needed you and you fuckin’ left me.❞

summary: when you return home from studying abroad, you come to find your former best friend, jimin, has made drastic changes to his life that could put him in danger or behind bars forever.

pairings: drug dealer!jimin x f!reader.

warnings: smut, violence, fluff, blood and gore, ex best friend!jimin, gang member!jimin, tattooed/pierced!jimin, long hair!jimin, use of guns/knives, mentions of self harm, mentions of abuse, alcohol abuse, drugs, drug addiction, angst, murder, strong language, 18+, minors dni.

author’s note: yes, yes another one. obviously i had to write something with my love jimin. also if you can’t tell i have an obsession for tattoos and piercings.

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