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Request: NaLu, Exercise/Workout

Title: A Far-Too Personal Trainer Prompt: Exercise/Workout Fandom: Fairy TailRelationships: Natsu/Lucy with some Sting/Rogue on the side. Also Sting and Lucy brotp. Characters: Natsu Dragneel, Lucy Heartfilia, Sting Eucliffe, Rogue Cheney, and Levy McGardenSummary: Lucy signs up for a personal trainer and she doesn’t expect to get someone like Natsu Dragneel. (Nalu personal trainer au).

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Lucy was really starting to hate her personal trainer. He was a rude, boundary crossing, asshole who wouldn’t give her a refund.

When she had first met Natsu, he had grabbed her and lifted her up off the ground as a way to tell how much she weighed and told her she was a little top heavy. Lucy had responded by telling him that he was a little bitch.

Strike two was when Natsu broke into her house, eaten all her chocolate ice cream, and then proceeded to tell her how unhealthy it was. Hypocrite much?

After that Lucy had tried to fire him and demanded a refund, but Natsu had already spent it all. How did a man with no self control become so toned?

The injustice of it all made Lucy want to stomp her feet and tell him to buzz off.

But she needed to lose weight and her murderous thoughts towards Natsu were just extra motivation. Once she got more physically fit she could kill him and all her problems would be solved.

At least that’s what Lucy told herself as she ran down the forest trail. The narrow path had been cut through the trees by people years ago, the ground flattened from all the joggers who had run down it. Beams of light filtered through the autumn leaves overheard, creating patterns on her skin. The whole place was perfect for nature enthusiasts and photographers alike, but Lucy was too winded to appreciate her surroundings.

Her shins ached and her sides cramped up, each heavy breath more labored than the last. Lucy was so drenched in sweat that her cute outfit didn’t even matter. She looked like hell. No, not looked like; She was hell.

“Come on Lucy!” Natsu called a few paces ahead of her, he turned around and started running backwards. Show off. “Only 5 more miles.”

“FIVE MILES?!” Lucy exclaimed and immediately regretted it from the way her body barked in protest.

Natsu only grinned in response and Lucy looked at the sky and prayed to whatever god was up there that he’d trip on a tree root and fall.

The jogging path sloped upwards and Lucy cursed. “I did not sign up for this shit!”

“Actually you did, and there are no refunds because I already spent it all on cat food.” Natsu reminded her.

If Lucy had the strength she would’ve tackled him off the forest trail. Now all she could do was imagine it. That daydream kept her going.

After what seemed like an eternity, they finally made it down the jogging path and back to the gym.

Levy greeted them with a welcome back from her spot at the front desk, the stack of paper in front of her so thick they almost couldn’t see the bluenette behind it.

Lucy barely managed a smile at the petite secretary. She went straight for the black padded stools, her vision tunneling at the prospect of being able to get off her aching feet.

She practically fell into the seat, her body collapsing underneath her.

“Did you have a good run?”

Lucy glared daggers at her cousin as he took a seat next to her. Sting was filing his nails, not a care in the world. “Remind me how you talked me into this?”

“Because we both wanted to lose weight and return to the blonde bombshells we were before college and ramen happened.” Sting responded, not even looking up from his work.

He kept seesawing the file across his fingers until his nails were perfectly shaped crescent moons; complimenting his sparkly nail polish. As extra as ever.

“Now I want ramen.” She banged her head on the counter. “Ugh, college.” She banged her head on the counter again, groaning miserably.

“Hey, you told me to remind you. If it’s any consolation I actually like my trainer.”

“Because you have hot, dark, and mysterious ponytail guy.” Lucy accused, looking past her cousin and into the window that showed the weights room.

Rogue was lifting weights, his hair pulled back in his signature ponytail. Lucy’s own scalp throbbed at the tight ponytail it was still in.

Sting sighed dreamily as Rogue curled his arms up and down, his muscles looking like they’d been sculpted into stone, even his sweat seemed to glisten.

“That’s not the reason, it’s just a benefit. I came here to work off all the weight I gained at Arby’s.” He shuddered. “Challenging Minerva to an eating contest was a mistake.”

“Speaking of Minerva, after all that shit she ate how does her figure still look perfect?” Lucy asked, frustrated with the unfairness.

“I KNOW RIGHT?! Is she doing some secret demon magic behind my back?”

“I’m down for demon magic if it’ll get me away from that guy.” She jabbed a thumb back at Natsu who was laughing with the other trainers as he waited in line to refill his hello kitty water bottle. It was official, Lucy had a man child for a fitness trainer.

“Natsu-san still won’t give you a refund?” Sting asked, trying to clamp down on a smile. He couldn’t help but be amused by his cousin’s recent misfortune.

People had ironically nicknamed her Lucky Lucy in high school because of her bad luck tendency. She always had something go wrong on every picture day, every first day of school, and every try-out. It was so depressing it was funny.

“He used my money to buy cat food. Cat food.”

“Well it ain’t your money anymore.” Natsu came up behind her. Lucy shrieked and fell off her stool.

“Hey Natsu-san.” Sting greeted cheerfully, not at all concerned about his cousin’s new seating arrangement on the floor.

“Hey Sting.“ He reached out his closed hand for a fist bump which the blond man gladly returned. “How’s your training going?”

Sting snickered. “Better than Lucy’s I’m guessing.”

Lucy raised her hand above the counter and gave him the finger.

“Yeah,” Natsu nodded his agreement. “She isn’t going to get anywhere is she keeps being lazy.”

“I can hear you!”

“That’s a habit she hadn’t been able to kick yet. At least she stopped biting her nails.” Her cousin raised his own perfect nails into view for emphasis.

“Does she still suck on her thumb?” Natsu asked.

Lucy stood up. “I’m leaving!”

“See you tomorrow! 7 am sharp!” Natsu called after her, waving goodbye.

“Bye cuz!” Sting blew a kiss after her. Lucy didn’t even pretend to catch it like she’d usually do, grabbing her bag and marching out the door.

Rude. Both of them.

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A/N: Thanks for the request @superdomo360 It made my day! This prompt was really fun, I might even want to extend this or make a pt2 ;) I’m posting it as it is now because I didn’t want you to have to wait too long. If I do end up extending it I’ll make sure to @ you. The extra Stingue I added in was inspired by @kkumri ’s comic where rogue is sting’s personal trainer, go check them out!Thanks again for the lovely request superdomo! And to anyone else who’d like to make a request please do so!

2: “Not you again” and Jimin. Please and thank you. Congratulations btw ❤️

A/N: Thank you for congratulating. Here’s your fic. Hope you like it ♥

Prompt2: “Not you again.”

Title:A Sweet Annoyance

Pairing:Jimin X Reader

Rating:T

Summary: Bad boys don’t fall for the Nerds. Or do they?

Words: 1.9k

The moment you answer your door, a groan ofirritation leaves your lips.

“Not you again.” You mumble loud and clearfor the man at the other end to hear.

Park Jimin stands right there, smiling ascheerfully as ever. It’s not that you hate him or something but that’s exactlywhat your frown is implying. He maybe your classmate but he’s also a member of that notorious gang named BTS alongwith some other school guys. And even though the gang has never been foundguilty of hurting or causing trouble to any innocent students, there are somerumours always circulating around— rumours of them running a drug cartel,rumours of them exporting human organs and more weird stuff like that.

So why exactly does a man like him pays youvisits? Well, to answer it simply: you both are classmates. He lives a floor aboveyours and somehow, he found out that you are also staying in this building allby yourself. Thus, with no fear of being judged or scolded by your parents, heshowed up at your apartment one day. It’s obvious that half of the times hemisses his classes for his “gang stuff”. But Jimin doesn’t simply show up atyour door to ask for notes, he barges right past you into your humble abode justlike he is doing right now. Then, instead of acting like any polite guestsmust, he lounges over your couch, watches some television, ravages yourrefrigerator and even demands you cook him a meal or two like he literally ownsthe place.

“What the fuck!” You poke a finger into hishard chest.

He winks at you, “You know you love me.”

This! This is it! His uncouth behaviour combinedwith his flirty remarks is what pisses you off the most. He has no manners atall. Atleast not when it comes to talking to you.

“I’m staying the night.” He says,discarding his blue, leather jacket on the couch and heading straight towardsyour bedroom to use the bath.

“No! Not today!” You yell, running afterhim.

“Why not?!” he whines slightly and you admit toyourself about how much he looks like an adorable kitty.

“Because I said so!” You reply, crossingyour arms under your bust.

He passes a hand through his hair, concoctingthe best excuse shoot at you so you’ll finally give in and let him stay. Acheesy, boyish smile curves upon his lips when an idea strikes him and he looksdirectly into your eyes, “I like spending my nights with you.”

You cringe at the sappy innuendo and shakeyour head in disbelief. Nope. You’re done with his brazenness. You’ve dealtwith his intrusive presence for long and you’re not going to take it anymore.

“Your bad boy charms won’t work on me.” You state withdistaste.

Realising that his words aren’t going towin over your heart tonight, he sighs in defeat. You miss the way he glanceslongingly at you, a bittersweet expression appearing on his pallor beforediminishing altogether.

“You really want me to go?” He asks, a fainthope still lingering in his query.

“Yes!” You answer sternly, head whipped tothe other side to give-off a dramatic appearance of anger.

With another deep sigh, he motions his feettowards the main doors to your apartment and leaves.

And just like that Park Jimin was gone..

Who knew that that one nightly encounterwill be the last that you’ll see of him. No more were the annoying knocks heardat your door. And even if he didn’t visit, atleast you’d spot him loiteringaround the building. Or occasionally, even in the corridors of your school,where he would casually pin you against the lockers, whispering some cheesy dialogue in your ear just to get on your nerves.

Nothing even remotely close happensanymore. He can’t be seen around anywhere these days. And as much as itshouldn’t bother you, it does because honestly, it’s been a week since you sawhim and it’s worrying you.Pushing him out of your thoughts isn’t an optioneither because the damned blue jacket that he forgot on your couch constantlyreminds you of his absence.

It takes you some time but soon enoughyou come to terms with the fact that you never really hated him, that all alongit was just your own strategic way to conceal how you actually feel for him.Why you chose to keep your feelings to yourself is obvious to everyone. Thewhole school has seen him hanging around you and knows about your emotions.It’s evidently a cliché where the nerdy girl has fallen for the school’s bad boy.In the fictional lands, the bad boy loves her back, always returns her feelings.But this is a rare occurrence in reality. In the real world,the bad boys are justbad. They sleep around with a different woman every night. They don’t have time forsmall things like love and they don’t give a damn about the nerds. Park Jiminonly used to mess around with you to pass his time, nothing more.

Loud banging noises rouse you from yourlight slumber and instinctively, your eyes check the time through the clockplaced at your bedside table.‘01:39’ It reads and your brows narrow as you rubyour eyes, wondering about who’d knock at your door at such an ungodly hour.Pushing aside the warm comforter, you get out of the bed and head out of yourroom to answer whoever it is, praying to the almighty for protection if it is justsome crazy burglar trying to break in.

As you insert the key into the keyhole tounlock the door, fear begins seeping into your form and you pick-up theumbrella, the first object that your eyes fall upon. Slowly you turn the knoband open the door to take a peek outside. To your utter shock, you find the manyou had least expected to meet again— Park Jimin.

Instantly, you pull open the door wider,putting the umbrella away and gaze stupidly at him.

It’s him. It really is him. Park Jimin. Afterbeing missing for an entire week and three days, he is here, standing right infront of you.

“You!” Pointing a slim finger, you stare athim, unable to voice your shock.

“Yeah..I know. Not you again.” He quotes the words you had said to him the lasttime he was here and cocks his head to the side in what you can only describeas dejection.

When you make no attempt at any harshcomebacks, his shoulders deflate in relief and he asks hesitantly, “Can I..CanI please come in?”

Since this is the first time he has askedfor your permission, you let him in. That. And the fact that he looks slightlypale. Only after double checking if you’ve locked the door properly, Jimin lowershis guard. His eyes close as he falters in his steps towards the living room, endingup toppling down, grabbing you along in the process. And as you lay above him,your eyes take in the faint blue of a swiftly developing bruise on the rightside of his jaw.

“Oh my!” You gasp as you sit up, making himhiss in pain.

Immediately you get off of him and help himtowards the couch where you come to notice a huge bloodstain on his shirt. Howyou had failed to notice it earlier, is beyond you.

Jimin complies easily when you ask him totake his shirt off. And even with his chiselled torso on display, you try yourbest to maintain your focus on the long cut at the side of his lower abdomen asyou treat it. He hisses and bites his lips but doesn’t request you to stop soyou manage to clean the wound before it can cause an infection and then finishthe task by covering it with a bandage.

“Our gang, we ran into some goons from theother college. Seems like they want to take over us and..” He explains to youeven when you haven’t questioned him about anything.

“And what?! You decided to take them on byyourself?!” You ask, not pleased by the sight of his disheveled, orange hairand dirty, battered form.

He doesn’t bid you any response, confirmingyour suspicions and you glare at him. “Does making me mad gives you some kindof sick pleasure?”

He chuckles nervously, not used to beingscolded for his rash actions. “I just-”

“You just what?! Disappear for a whilebecause you probably think it’s fun, leaving me all concerned about yourwell being and then suddenly show up in the middle of the night after a week and3 days! A week and 3 days!” You insinuate angrily on the last bit.

“Y/N, I just-”

“Stop! Of all the things, you come backwith injuries on your body and act as if nothing is wrong. You’re such anidiot!” He smiles at you, his heart skipping beats as he relishes in the factthat you were actually concerned about him.

“You know you love me.” He mutters.

“Ofcourse I do!” You yell out yourconfession, too distracted by his condition.

Realisation smacks you only when his eyeswiden slightly and as a result your lips seal together in embarrassment. Youhadn’t intended to ever reveal your feelings to him and now that youaccidentally have, you can’t help but feel scared. The bad boy doesn’t fall forthe nerd. That only happens in books.

It takes Jimin a few moments to process whatyou just said but when the words finally sink into his skull, his lips wideninto a cheshire grin, a reaction you hadn’t expected. “What happened to ‘Yourbad boy charms won’t work on me’ ?” he asks, quoting you yet again.

You look away, a dark, rosy blush creepingit’s way up on your face. “Shut up.” You mumble meekly, getting up from thecouch, “I’ll prepare some soup for you.”

He laughs to himself when he sees youtrying to avoid his eyes and just as you take a step, he grasps your wrist,“Y/N”

“Yeah.” You respond distractedly, looking anywherebut at him.

He tugs you slightly, making you stumbleand fall into his lap. He kisses your lips softly, something he has beenyearning to do for so long. Jimin is well-aware that he isn’t one of the nicestguys at your school and that his hands are way too dirty to touch someone aspure as you yet he can’t stop himself from craving you. He really wants to bewith you which is the major reason for him always bothering you. What startedas an ordinary exchange between two teenagers, a nerd and a bad boy, soon turnedinto something more. He realised that it was too late for him to move on as youhad absolutely captured him. And today, your confession gave him the final pushhe had been waiting for. “I love you too.” He says staring deep into your eyes.

You still when your ears catch those words.You blink rapidly to make sure you aren’t dreaming, to confirm that the bad boyhas actually returned the confession with an affirmative. The sincerity and fervourin his gaze answers it all. You smile sweetly at him and he smiles right back.

“Whatever.” You say, punching his shoulderplayfully as you fidget out of his lap to get him something to eat.

A/N: I hope this is upto your expectations dear anon. I had intended it to be shorter but it just got out of hand. Forgive any mistakes..:3

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188. Tae please?

Prompt188: “Mine.”

Title: Claiming with Kisses

Pairing:Taehyung X Reader

Rating:T+

Summary: Taehyunghas always kept his feeling for you a secret since you are his bestfriend andall. But he can’t do it anymore.

Words: 1.4k

“Mine”

As far as you can remember, the first timethat Kim Taehyung, your childhood friend had used this term was when you two wereonly 7 and the new girl in your class had asked to be your bestfriend. Sincethen, the guy has constantly been using this word. You never once questioned himdoing this because the way he says it, is endearing, cute even. But right now,as he stands between you and Jungkook, his stance is different, almost territorial.You’ve been with this puppy-like young man since forever and never have youfelt this much hostility radiate off of him. Usually, he is a big ball ofsunshine and rainbows and everything that can make people smile. This change inhis persona is entirely new to you.

Jungkook exchanges a side-glance with you,wordlessly trying to express his confusion. But you are just as oblivious ashim and so, you simply shrug in response.

“Calm down, Tae.” interrupts the soothingvoice of Park Jimin, “Kookie’s just asking her out.”

Thankfully, the taller man’s muscles loosenslightly and he turns to Jimin, wrapping a protective arm around yourshoulders.

“Well he should not. Afterall, he’s twoyears younger than her.” the brown-haired man says, his words sounding childishto the three of you.

An awkward silence begins to sway in,trying to engulf you lot and Jungkook’s mocking laugh is what breaks it. “So mebeing younger than her is an issue but you treating her like a possession isfine?” the maknae asks, tonguing his cheek inwardly in annoyance.

Taehyung takes a step forward but before thissituation can take an aggressive turn, you stop him. The moment you place yourpalm on his shoulder, he looks back at you questioningly. But instead of sayinganything to him, you speak to the youngest amongst you. “Kookie, I’ll thinkabout your proposal.”

“Wh-”

Before your childhood friend can evenproperly express his displeasure at your response to the maknae, you grab himby the arm and start walking, flashing only a reassuring smile to Jimin as youleave.

Taehyung watches the furrowing of your browsas you drag him towards your shared apartment. It’s always been like this. Yousmiling at other men and him, threatening them. He knows that it’s veryjuvenile of him to behave this way but he has always loved you more than just abest friend. To be clear, he doesn’t think of you as a possession.He cherishesyou so much that the prospect of having to share you with some other guy whoisn’t him feels wrong. And so, his alpha traitskick in, instinctively making him all hormonal and possessive.He has triedmoving on so many times but the trials have only made his condition miserable..madehim realise that there just cannot be another for him. Either it’s you ormelancholy for the rest of his life.

He has always wanted more. Thus, ratherthan trying to move on, he started dropping subtle hints so you’d collect andconclude his feelings. The only problem is you didn’t. You still don’t. You are never able to catch on, considering eventhe most intimate of his actions as either platonic or cute.

But there’s only so much that he canhandle. And the choking sensation in his gut tells him that he can’t takethis..not anymore…

He stops abruptly in the midst of the busystreet, some ongoing people shooting irritated glances your way. But Taehyungsimply ignores them, shaking his arm out of your hold, only to wrap his own palmaround your wrist. The action feels so right in his head, your hands heldtogether and he smiles faintly before tightening his grip and dragging you to the apartment instead.

You protest a few times yet he pays no heedto your whiny tone. He is determined to make his feelings come across today.

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When you finally reach the home, you angrilyshove him back, making him release your wrist. His eyes widen but then go backto stone-cold like before.

“What the hell, Tae!? Couldn’t you see? Youwere hurting me!” You yell at him.

“This,” he says grabbing your wrist againand squeezes it hard, “this pain is nothing compared to this one.” He ends, directinghis free hand towards his heart, where he clutches his shirt in a tight hold.

You stare dubiously at him. The Tae thatyou’ve grown up with never talks like this. He has always been kind and gentle.Yet right now, he’s so rapacious that it’s frightening you.

“Tae, I don’t..understand.” You say thefirst thought that comes into your mind even though you have an inkling of whathe’s getting at.

He sighs wistfully and shakes his head.Then he let’s go of your wrist, his long fingers trailing down the nuance of yoursides, stopping to rest at your hips. All of a sudden he pulls you closer, yourfaces only inches apart. His nostrils flare as he exhales deeply and before youcan anticipate what’s happening, his thin lips capture yours. The kiss isintense, overwhelming you with a myriad of emotions, arising that tinglysensation of butterflies in your stomach.

And just as you start melting into histouch, he pulls back slowly, tilting his forehead over yours. “Now do youunderstand?” He asks.

You blush like a 16-year old from one ofthose teen romance novels, unable to meet his fond gaze.

“You’re mine.”He says, his deep voice making the words sink into your memory.

“I hate it when a guy smiles at you and youreturn it.” He confesses boldly, kissing your lips again.

“I hate it when men stare at theimpeccable, exposed skin of your neck.” He says against your lips, his owntravelling down to plant open-mouthed kisses along your jaw as he tugs at yourtop slightly, pulling it down until it reveals your shoulder. He continueskissing your skin, leaving bold, lasting marks and without even questioning hisactions, you let him. Involuntarily, your hands reach-up to tangle in his silkybrown locks, the green highlights gleaming under the faint lighting in theroom.You savour the moments, soft encouraging noises escaping your traitorous lipseven when you bite on them to keep your mouth shut.

“And whenever you parade around ourapartment in your short shorts..” hetakes a deep breath to calm himself, “God Y/N, I hate it! I hate that you’reliving right under the same roof as me, teasing me without even realising it.”His lips find yours again and he presses them hard. You didn’t know you havesuch a strong effect on him.

“I hate..” he parts your lips forcefullywith his tongue, “..that even after being so close to you I’m unable to touchyou the way I want to..unable to love you the way I yearn to..”

His lips finally leave yours,coming to ahalt at the edge of your shoulder and he presses his nose into your warm skin,taking a whiff of your scent, the smell of lavender easing his form. You feelhis big palms crawl beneath the material of your top, stroking circles on thesmooth skin of your flat belly.

“Now do you understand?” He asks again hopefullyand you nod shyly, unable to meet his eyes after receiving so many unexpected,rough kisses, even leaving hickeys in the heat of the moment.

He likes the way you lower your lashes anda smile curves upon his lips. “You’re mine.”He repeats yet again, a hint of possessiveness in his tone.

“I-I am yours.” You reply, yourselfsurprised at your response.

Pleased by your words, he kisses you again,this time his tongue ravaging your mouth, claiming what’s his and you feel yourselfreturning the gesture, your arms slowly wrapping around his neck. You realisethat you’ve always felt this way, wanting him to want you. It’s just that youremotions lay dormant within your insecure heart. Thanks to his fervent actionsfor rupturing those walls you had built around them. You’ve finally acceptedthem.

He breaks the kiss midway, making you groan disapprovingly.You open your eyes that had closed sometime ago of their own accord and starequestioningly at him.

“Reject, Jungkook.” He demands in a serioustone, his eyes gazing directly into yours.

You chuckle at the innocent request and hepouts like a baby. “Okay, Okay. I will.”

His box-smile reappear sand he hugs youtight. “Mine” he says cutely, rubbing his cheek against yours and you chucklefurther at his words, shaking your head in disbelief.

A/N:Gosh I’m sweating right now! This is the first time I’ve written for someonewho isn’t Jimin. I hope it’s not too bad 😅 Please forgive any mistakes.

Andlet me know what you think :3

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A/N: Writing Prompt #35 for @neridafergus 

Sorry for posting this so late. I was busy with exams and practicals..:3

Prompt 35: “About the baby…Its yours.”

Title: A Promise of Forever

Pairing: Jimin X Reader

Rating: T

Summary:“That's Park Jimin. Never catch his eye. He's nothing but trouble.” Your friend had specifically told you. And yet somehow you ended-up being pregnant with his child.

The only question is: Will he accept this?

Words: 3.2k

The minute Park Jimin and his brother-like bestfriend, Kim Taehyung enter the classroom, you bury your face into the book that you've been trying to focus on for a while now. You stare hard at the calculus questions, hoping that the shorter guy of the two won't notice you.But he does. He glances around the whole room as if he is actually searching for you and on spotting you alone at the back, he smirks and waves. And just as he does that, almost all your classmates whip their heads in your direction.

Instinctively, you sink further into the bench, wishing for it to swallow you whole because you can still feel it— his sharp gaze fixated upon your form, the smirk never leaving his face, a silent reminder of what happened last week.The memory is still fresh in your mind— a very vivid memory of him ploughing into you like a hound, aggressive and strong. No matter how many times you blink your eyes shut to rid yourself of the vision, it doesn't leave. It keeps coming back along with all the sounds you made and all the sensations you felt whilst writhing in ecstasy underneath him as you both rode your orgasm.

“That's Park Jimin. Never catch his eye. He's nothing but trouble.” Your friend had specifically told you during the second week since you joined.

That's Park Jimin.

Park Jimin.

Trouble.

Trouble.

Trouble.

The words keep echoing in your head for it was merely minutes after those words were uttered that you had accidentally bumped into him. He had been kind enough to help you up and like every other girl, you felt touched by the act of chivalry. What you didn't realise was that you had unintentionally caught his attention in that moment. And after that one random time, your encounters with him increased. From simple exchange of glances during the lectures to brushing of hands in the corridors, everything began happening way too much to be taken as coincidences.

“Don't look back.” Your friend had said to you every time he glanced or smiled at you. Yet you did. You returned all of his flirty gestures with innocent blushes and shy smiles.

And then came that fateful night— the night that you attended your very first college party. Somehow you lost your friend in the crowd of all those wild students. Somehow Jimin chanced upon you at that very moment. And from there, all it took him was a small talk accompanied by a few shots of the alcoholic cocktails to get you in bed, gasping beneath him (just as he had wanted).

A sigh escapes your trembling lips as you try to shake the memory out of your head and focus on calculus instead. To your utter dismay, a shuffling of feet is heard and as you tilt your head up from the book, you find Park Jimin walking towards you, that triumphant smirk ever present on his face.

Adrenaline kicks in at this very instant. You grab your books with one hand whilst the other you use to sling your bag to your shoulder and dash out of the classroom, right past him.

A feeling of nausea engulfs your thin form as you lurch out the contents of your stomach into the girls' washroom. Heavy sobs make your shoulders shudder, endless tears staining the porcelain skin of your cheeks. You didn't ask for this. You didn't want any of this. You were supposed to enrol in this college and study throughout for a proper career. Yet somehow, you ended up sleeping with one of the most infamous guys in your year and landed yourself into this pathetic predicament. It's not that you are disgusted by the prospect of carrying a child at such a young age, it's just that you are afraid of all the changes that will occur in your life because of this unborn being.

You splash water over your pale face and the door to the washroom opens at the same time. It's your friend. She looks at you as if she can look right into your soul, her brows furrowing.

“Y/N..”

“I'm scared.” Your eyes widen as you admit this in words, fresh tears now streaming down your eyelids.

You are pulled into a soft, comforting hug as your friend begins stroking your hair. “If it's hurting you so much, why don't you just let go of this..why don't you just take an abortion?” She suggests without any malicious intent for the child.

You smile a sad smile at her. Had it been this easy, you'd have done it already instead of sobbing and shedding tears.

“It's not this simple.” You tell her with a shake of your head, “This little life is a part of my own self. I've grown attached to it.” You wipe the tears off your face as you speak this. “Besides, it's not this baby's fault.”

She sighs in understanding. “Then..you must atleast tell him.” She states, squeezing your shoulder gently in assurance and you nod your head in agreement even though you know that you never will.

Fortunately, you manage to pass the whole day without running into any problems and dash out the college the minute your last class gets over. There's no need for you to turn and check because you are sure that a lot of eyes are watching your movements. They always do. They've been doing it for a week now ever since that ominous night.

A small smile forms on your lips the instant you step out of the main gates, away from all the mocking stares only to be pulled to the side by someone.As soon as you catch sight of a mess of blonde hair, you try to free your wrist from the person's grip but they don't even flinch.

“Please Jimin-”

He raises his hand to stop you and questions you instead, “What's wrong with you?”

The timid look in your eyes vanishes instantly and you narrow your gaze at him. How can he? No. How dare he!? After everything that has transpired between the two of you, he has the audacity to ask such a thing!?

“What's wrong with me? ME?” You ask, pointing an index finger at yourself.

“What's wrong with you?” You shout in his face, poking a finger into his chest, “Going around fucking a new girl every week and then leaving her just like that because no one questions you! No one ever questions Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung's actions!”

“I have no idea what you're talking about!” He says, a look of confusion flashing in his mesmerizing brown eyes. “You're acting as if I’m some kind of a jerk fuckboy and-”

“Well because that is exactly what you are!” You shout in his face, squaring up your shoulders.

“oh well I think I'm not!” He creases his brows in annoyance, staring down at you.

“I’M PREGNANT!” You yell out in panic, tears now brimming your eyes as you look directly at him.

It takes a moment for you to understand but when you do, your eyes widen in horror. To angrily yell at someone is one thing. But to let your tongue slip in the midst of your raging emotions is plain stupid.

Contrary to you, his eyes narrow slightly at your odd argumentative response and he asks, “What?”

It's funny how just hours ago you had fake-promised your bestfriend that you'd tell him. And even though a part of you still doesn't want to, you know that he deserves to be told. “I’m pregnant, Jimin.” You repeat the words, letting them sink deep into his mind and yours as well.

His eyes widen now and he steps back shakily, passing a hand through his hair. “Y/N..I..” He finds himself dumfounded at such a revelation amidst an argument.

“..and it's yours.” You add in a hushed tone, defeating the remaining bits of his doubts.

He nods his head absentmindedly, his brain too busy comprehending what you just confessed. The whole night came back to his memories like wildfire— him finding you all by yourself at the party, him offering you a few drinks, him guiding you towards an empty room at the place, the keyword being him. He admits that he found a chance and exploited it but he had never meant to take advantage of you. He just wanted to get close to you. He has been wanting to ever since you bumped into him that day and he even made sure to drop a lot of hints. Though he had never expected his simple crushing to lead you into a pregnancy.

Panic takes over his semblance and he begins rambling, “I’m so sorry, Y/N. Did you tell your parents? Are you alright? Do you-”

You raise a hand at his face, signalling him to stop. “It's alright. You don't need to be kind to me just because it's your child.”

“No. You're taking it offensively. I’m not-”

You interrupt him yet again, “I said it's alright. You're not the only one at fault. I should've thought before spreading my legs for you-”

“Stop right there.” He warns, placing his palm over your lips. He's okay with you demeaning him for things he had never intended to happen but he's completely against you talking about your own self in such a vulgar manner. Ofcourse he knows that he isn't the only one who let it happen. Both of you are equally responsible in this matter. But that doesn't give you the right to degrade your own self especially when you are in fact a really good person in his eyes.

As he can notice how sensitive you've become over everything, which he's guessing is the effect of the pregnancy, he tries to approach the situation as politely as humanely possible for him. “You've been avoiding me. Why?” He asks the one thing that has been bugging him the whole week.

From what Jimin can recall, you both shared a long night full of passionate love-making and slept in each-other's arms right afterwards. He had savoured every moment of it, made sure to keep his eyes on you so that he could capture and store how beautiful you looked molded together with him. But the very next morning when he woke up, he felt no presence next to him. How he had wished you were there so he could hold you close in those comforting wee hours of dawn but you had already left him.

Left. With a lot of questions and doubts.

“Tell me Y/N, why did you leave?” He asks again, now slightly agitated by the memory.

“When?” You ask, acting oblivious.

“You know exactly when!” He yells, a new emotion stirring within his brown orbs.

“I..” You stare dubiously at nothing in particular, his intense gaze awaiting an explanation. “..because I was told that is how you do things.” You answer, using as little words as possible.

“Do things?” He narrows his gaze on your lowered eyelids, urging a more detailed explanation.

“Things like..how you don't do relationships but only one-night stands. You and your friend Taehyung.” You mumble out the exact rumours that you've heard from your bestfriend and half of the college.

He lowers his head and sighs, staring at his feet. “So it's about this? I see..” He nods to himself. Taehyung has told him many times about a few rumours circulating around the college, all of which point at them using women for fun. Unlike being worried like his bestfriend, Jimin has been brushing them off because he believes that people who know him will never think of him this way.

“So you chose to have more faith inwhat other's havesaid and you never thought about directly addressing the topic to me?” His eyes are teary and full of disappointment when he looks back up at you. It's really disheartening because he likes you..he likes you so damn much but apparently, you don't see him for anything more than just another popular guy who's into no-strings attached kind of bonds.

“..that night..” he begins to speak again since it doesn't seem like you want to, “..that night I had actually had a good time talking to you. I was honest with every word that was spilled out from my lips and yet..you've spoiled it for me..for us..”

You feel yourself being weighed down into the ground.

“Jimin I..I didn't know.” You try to reason and he laughs mockingly at you.

“You didn't know? You didn't know what? That I'm nothing like the rumours you heard about me? Or that I actually like you?” He asks, a tear now rolling down his cheek.

He scoffs darkly before wiping his eyes and looking straight at you. “You know what hurts? That even after all those meaningful eye-contacts, the conversation we had that night and..everything else that happened, you still didn't trust me. That someone I thought of as a good person actually chose to believe more in some stupid,conjured-up rumours about my character instead of directly confronting me..” He points at himself, hurt replaced by anger, “..and you know what hurts the most, Y/N?!”

You look-up to meet his blazing eyes and he bites his quivering lip as he speaks,“..that I still want you...”

Guilt jabs at your heart. You lift a hand and weakly place it on that rapidly beating muscle underneath your chest. It's ridiculous how you've been victimising yourself since the beginning when in fact you are the bad guy in this situation. He has spoken nothing but absolute truth. From the day he bumped into you, you played along with his flirtatious behaviour just because you yourself were enjoying it. You let him on, made him believe that he was actually getting somewhere, that he was really managing to win your heart when in reality you were simply doing it on a whim. You were getting the undivided attention of one of the heartthrobs of the college and you were enjoying being wooed by him. You were too lost in the thrill of it all that you failed to notice how you hurt him when you left him that morning without even so much as an amiable goodbye.

Tears begin flowing down your eyes as your memories remind you of today's events. What you had assumed to be an evil smirk was actually him giving you a genuine smile. He wasn't acting proud about anything. And no, he wasn't taunting you when he walked towards your seat. He was trying to solve this matter just like he has been since the past seven days. Yet you chose to support your preconceived notions and ignore him.

You are in the wrong. Yes you definitely are but you also have your reasons. It may not be his first time getting to know a girl but it certainly has been your first. There were many a times when you had simply wanted to believe in him and give it a try. But all those floating rumours and your own insecurities, lowered your little ounce of confidence even further. For a guy like Jimin to fall for you, is something that you've only witnessed in fiction, not the real world. So yeah..your own fears didn't allow you to give him a chance.

“I’m sorry, Jimin. I’m really sorry that I left you cause I like you too.” You admit, feeling like the dumbest person around, “That morning..I didn't want to leave but I was so scared that you might never accept a girl like me that I..”

You wipe your face and keep your gaze fixated on the ground, unable to meet his eyes, “..and then two days later, I found out about..” You stroke your stomach, indicating about the child that you are carrying. A long sigh leaves your lips as you continue on, “And that's when I began feeling it..”

His eyes narrow again, “Feeling? Feeling what?”

“Their eyes..” You answer, “Everyone's eyes on me. It's like they all know. They kept- they keep staring at me like they are judging me..like I’m this damned slu-”

He stops your words yet another time now, his palm once again placed over your lips.

“Don't you dare use that word.” He commands with a shake of his head, “Your actions may have hurt me but that doesn't give anyone including yourself the right to disrespect you.”

Your eyes widen, tears endlessly streaming down your cheeks. You feel like the most horrible person in this world. Park Jimin is nothing like how your friend or your college's other students had described him. If anything, he is the epitome of an angel. He is hurt because of your insecurities and yet, he is kind enough to say such a thing to you. His attractive looks and popularity may give off the vibe of that dishonest, arrogant, fuckboy but he isn't. He is a rare specimen of one those imperfectly perfect fictional men whom every woman dreams of.

“I..how can you?” You ask in between sobs, “How can you say such nice things even after what I did to you..even after how I made you feel?”

He smiles slightly, licking his lips before he speaks, “I can be so kind because you are a good person even after what you did.”

You stare at him in awe. Is he even real?

“Plus,” he adds, pressing his lips together to form a pout, “You just confessed that you like me.”

A soft giggle escapes your lips and you shake your head in disbelief. He giggles right back and quirks his brows. “What? I didn't drag you to the sidewalk to argue with you. I had grabbed your wrist a few minutes ago in hopes of making peace with you.”

You look up at him, shock evident in your watery eyes, “Jimin I..I don't understand..”

“Uh..,” He begins, stepping closer to you, reaching his palm-out to lay it flat against your stomach, “Y/N, I think we need a fresh start. I like you and you like me as well. So how about we both give this baby of ours a good life.”

Tears slide down your eyelids again and you sob out, “You-You don't want me to take an abortion?”

Mistakes may have happened between the two of you. You may not have gotten a proper start but this doesn't mean that you both should give-up so easily and spoil everything for this innocent life growing in your womb. Jimin wants to prove that he isn't what this college thinks of him and his friend. He wants to prove that second chances are rewarded for a reason. So what if you both fucked it up (literally) on your first time. You two can still attempt to accept each-other and get it right this time.

He shakes his head in negation in response to your query and starts gently stroking your womb that hasn't swelled-up yet. “Y/N, let's forgive and forget. And restart.” He suggests firmly.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asks in a tone as sincere as his gaze.

You fidget your fingers anxiously as you stare deep into his eyes “Are you sure you want this?” You ask, gesturing in-between you two.

He sighs then and smiles, this time a much brighter smile, “What did I say awhile ago? I still want you..And I always will.” He affirms sweetly, pulling your smaller palms into his own.

“So Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” He repeats his proposal and this time, you don't hold back because of any false rumours or your dark insecurities. This time you nod your head eagerly at him, your own lips curving up into a beautiful smile. He takes the sign and moves forward, sealing his lips with yours in a promise of forever..

A/N: So yeah..please forgive me if it's too cheesy. Or if it's not cheesy enough. I tried my best. Hope its up to your expectations..:3

And I know Jimin didn’t exactly propose for marriage but believe they had a happy ending. I can write a short sequel if anyone asks..:3

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