#had to pick up my slack obviously felt bad for me in that private meeting. im tired. my head hurts. and honestly reviewing thst work

[steampoweredskeleton]

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[cxsmicmyeon]

TEASE , PCY [M]

park chayeol x fem! reader

IN WHICH you’re extremely needy while at a business meeting with your mob boss boyfriend and you decide to be a brat and tease the daylights out of him.

genre: mafia au, smut (like pure filth) word count: 1.2k warnings: exhibitionism, thigh riding (in a public setting! i don’t condone this lmao), small instance of orgasm denial, daddy kink, dirty talk, degradation, unprotected sex (do not try this at home! wrap it before you pack it), bit of choking, cock warming, hard-dom & mob boss! yeol (that’s a warning all on its own)

author’s note: another req from anon!! hope u like the little spin i put on it <3 GAH hard dom mob boss! yeol got me all worked up helpppp 😫😭

You wanted him.

You wanted him bad. 

You wanted him to fucking use his power as the most notorious mob boss in Seoul to kick everyone out and have his way with you right then and there.

You weren’t in the mood to hear Chanyeol’s right-hand man prattle on and on about rising cocaine sales and other bullshit you could not be bothered to know about. You wanted, no, needed Chanyeol’s touch.

He had you on his lap, ringed hands resting on the curve of your back and your ass as he listened intently to Baekhyun’s incessant ranting. You internally groaned, reaching over to grab Chanyeol’s glass of scotch and downing it like it was your last drink. 

Clearly the alcohol did not help your situation; it only left you needier and yearning for Chanyeol to fuck some sense into you. Everything he did turned you on: how his hands rested on your body, his short hums he’d utter to indicate he was listening, the way his silver hair fell perfectly over his forehead. 

You wanted him so bad.

You wanted him so bad, that you decided to try and tease him a bit. Smirking, you pressed your already soaking crotch down onto Chanyeol’s thigh. At that, he looked up at you with a hardened gaze, silently warning you to behave. You only grew wetter at the thought of not listening to his command, opting to grind down on his thigh even harder and trailing a finger down his cheek.

“I want you,” you whispered, rolling your hips down. “Want you so bad.” You had to hold in a moan as Chanyeol’s grip on your ass tightened, not halting his conversation with his newest business mogul. You quickly picked up the pace, making sure to put utmost care into each of your movements, wanting his beige slacks to be completely stained with your arousal. You wore your sheerest panties for a reason, after all.

You felt some of the men’s eyes on you as you continued rubbing yourself on him. Your small hand reached down to Chanyeol’s crotch, feeling his hardening bulge through the fabric of his pants. He gripped your wrist and tilted your head down so you were looking right at him. He placed both of his hands at your hips, stopping your motions.

“Behave, baby girl.” he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. The sound of his husky baritone sent a chill down your spine. Now more than ever did you want to stain his slacks and come all over his thigh, to show all of those seedy mafia men in the club what their boss did to you. 

As soon as Chanyeol’s grip on your hips loosened, you jumped right back into what you were doing earlier. You grinded more and more against Chanyeol’s thigh, each thrust causing you to hold back a loud cry of pleasure. You knew that everyone’s eyes were on you at this point, hearing expeltives and soft wolf-whistles from Chanyeol’s men. It drove you nuts, giving all of these mafia men a show that your boyfriend so obviously did not want you to do. Oh how you wanted him to show them that you were his and only his.

Your lips teetered toward Chanyeol’s ear, moaning oh-so-softly as you worked yourself closer to your orgasm. Just as you were at the cusp of coming all over his thigh, Chanyeol stood from his seat, wrapping your legs around his torso.

“Get out, all of you. Get out of here before I fill all of your godforsaken brains with lead!” he boomed, taking his lucky pistol from the table and holding it in the direction of most of the men. They quickly obeyed, rushing out of the seedy nightclub while Chanyeol took you to your private bedroom above the club.

In an instant, he tossed you onto the bed, hovering over you with anger and lust swimming in his blown pupils. He grabbed your cheeks in one hand and tilted your head down to his pants, showing you just how much you’ve stained his slacks.

“Do you see what you’ve done, baby girl? Teasing Daddy like this and ruining his best pants? Do you like disobeying me? Huh?” he rasped, releasing your face from his grip and immediately tearing your designer dress in half and tossing it aside.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” you pleaded, moaning out when he squeezed both of your breasts. Hard.

“You better be sorry, princess. Daddy doesn’t like it when you moan in front of my men. Only I can hear you, got that?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

You watched Chanyeol rid himself of his attire from the night, growing wetter and wetter as you took in the sight of him nude as the day he was born. You reached a hand down to your panty line, pushing the fabric away and dipping your hand inside. Chanyeol turned his head and took in the sight of your hand inside of your soaked panties.

“You better not touch yourself. You’ve misbehaved enough tonight.” Chanyeol ordered. Sporting a cheeky grin, you sat up and pressed a finger down on your clit, moaning as you began to rub. Your boyfriend uttered an animalistic growl, stomping over to you with his black necktie in his hands. In one swift motion, he removed your hand from your panties, pinned your arms above your head, tied your wrists to the headboard and ripped your panties right off of you, the fabric tearing easily due to its thinness. “You’ve been a really bad girl tonight, love.”

“Then teach me a lesson, daddy.”

He climbed onto the bed and hovered over you. He kissed you roughly before sliding himself inside of you, causing you to cry out in absolute bliss. He wasted no time in beginning a relentless pace, the quickness catching you off-guard yet fueling your arousal. 

“Daddy! Fuck!” you moaned, gripping one of the metal bars of the headboard. The silk tie was slowly yet surely loosening at how fast Chanyeol was pounding into you, but at this point you were too far gone to care.

“You liked everyone seeing you get off on my thigh like the slut you are, huh?" you mewled in response, feeling his hand wrap around your throat. He squeezed slightly, constricting your airways for a split second. With every moan you emitted as he continued moving against you, he’d squeeze your throat, effectively blocking the sound.

“As much as I love hearing you moan out only for me, you do need to be punished, princess.” Those words sent you completely over the edge, feeling yourself clench as you let go all over his pulsing cock, crying out his name as you came. His quick pace only grew quicker as he neared his own release, coming inside of you as he let go of your throat. 

He reached over you and untied the tie from your wrists, tossing it aside as he wrapped his strong biceps around your sweaty figure. 

“Yeollie? Aren’t you gonna... y’know...” you pointed down to your bottom halves, seeing that his softening cock was still inside of you.

“What, you don’t like my cock inside of you?”

“No no, I love being stuffed full of your cock. But you usually... pull out, right?”

“Right, but I don’t feel like moving right now. And you still need to be punished, don’t you?”

With a sigh, you pressed a chaste kiss on your boyfriend’s lips. “Yes Daddy.”

You were in for a long night.

[lilevixen]

heyyy, idk if u write bertholdt or are even taking requests, but if u are can i request giving bertholdt an orgasm denial from a f!reader and it’s been like 3 hours that he’s had to hold it? thanks if u can :)

sweet boy

Characters: sub!Bertholdt Hoover x dom!female bodied reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 1.9k

Description: Reader teaches Bertholdt a lesson after he gets a bit too touchy with them in front of their friends

•WARNING- 18+ CONTENT: orgasm denial, no-contact orgasm, descriptions of oral sex (male receiving), dacryphilia(ish?)•

“Baby, please, I said I was s-sorry!” Bertholdt whined from across the room for what felt like the millionth time that evening. You casted a look of faux boredom over your shoulder from your small wooden desk, trying your best to remain blasé at the mouth-watering sight of your boyfriend still sat criss-cross applesauce completely bare on the bed. He was so good for you, so obedient; his arms never once left from behind his back for entirety of the time you had him there. How long did you have him there? After you two got back from the dining hall, minutes easily spilled into hours in the smudgy haze of repressed lust you had established. The only indicator of how long Berthodlt had been sitting there for, cock upright and twitching for attention, was how absolutely worn out he looked. Every inch of his deep, tan skin was glittering with sweat, cords of muscle in his thighs and abdomen strained beneath his flesh so severely they looked like they could snap any second, his chest heaved erratically as if he had just run a marathon- this was absolute torture for him, you could tell. You would’ve felt bad, if he hadn’t disobeyed you in the first place.

“Huh? I was reading, sweetie. I didn’t hear you,” a bald-faced lie on your part. Your eyes kept tracking over the same paragraph over and over again without absorbing any of the information in your brain, the sweet pleas of your boyfriend claiming all the space in your mind instead. His lip quivered at your persistence in feigning ignorance of his situation and tears quickly filled his dark eyes.

“P-Please! Can you please t-touch me? I need you so bad I think I might e-explode,” he stammered out, his voice meek but desperate, shameless, so needy and you felt it throb between your legs, adding to the arousal already collecting along your inner thighs. Despite how incredibly turned on you were, you let out a slow sigh hiss past your lips as if you were getting irritated.

“Well, you got to touch me plenty, sweets. In front of everyone, just like I asked you not to,” excitement overtook your annoyance some time ago, but what you brought up was a genuine point of contention. From the very beginning you made it clear you wanted your relationship to be private. It wasn’t that you were ashamed of him or anything, you just hated all the unnecessary attention couples garnered, all the mindless gossip and speculation of who plays what role, the whispers, the stares. And once Bertholdt had gotten comfortable with you, always seeking your touch like a love sick little puppy, you knew this was something that needed to be discussed. He agreed at the time, ‘if it means I get to be with you, I guess it’s okay,’ he said, but as things progressed he would give away your relationship in little ways. At first it was just the way he would look at you (which was only natural given your feeling for each other, you supposed), staring at your lips for a little too long when you spoke, a little twinkle of fondness in his warm eyes. You let this slide, because it was minimal and no one seemed to notice. But slowly, he started doing more and more things that you had to call him out on, resting his head on your shoulder, using his thumb to tenderly swipe crumbs of food off your face, nearly calling you baby- until finally, tonight in the dining hall while having supper with your friends, he practically announced you two were together by kissing your hand when you burnt it on a scalding bowl of soup. Porco was too involved with his food to notice, but you could feel Reiner and Annie’s eyes hovering over you as if you were an alien. Too embarrassed to handle their reactions, you excused yourself to your room and quickly left before they even had a chance to say anything, Bertholdt obviously right on your heels. He tried to embrace you and kiss you and apologize to make it all better, but his penchant for physical affection was what got you in this situation in the first place. So that’s when you decided to give him a little time-out. Even though, your edge was starting to wear down after hearing him whine out for you for so long.

“I know! I-I just don’t like seeing you get hurt! I didn’t think they were looking at us, I’m sorry Y/N!” he choked out, squirming against the air as if that would provide some sort of relief. “I’m s-so hard for you it feels like ‘m gonna pass out.”

“Oh really? And what do you want me to do about that?” You asked in a snarky tone to mask the unadulterated lust pulsing through you, going back to fake-reading your text book.

“I want you to touch me! I want to feel you, any part of you, until I cum over and over…” you could hear the thought in his voice as he got lost in what he was describing, and you didn’t need to turn around to know he was biting his lip with his head tilted back, eyes squeezed shut and brows knitted. Another hot rush of arousal swirled in deep in your stomach.

“You know I can’t do that, baby,” you said against your own body’s command.

“Y-Yes you can! I promise I’ll be good from now on, I w-won’t hold your hand or kiss you or hug you in front of anyone again! Just please, I need you Y/N,” maybe it was your own excitement, or how fucking good he sounded begging for you like a pitiful little boy, but this finally broke your resolve. It would be cruel to let him stay there like that all night, anyway. You pushed yourself out of your seat and made your way to Berthdolt’s trembling form on the bed. Even you just getting closer to him caused his heavy breathing to pick up pace.

“How do you want me, my sweet boy?” you purred, laying down flat on your stomach before his lanky body so that his dick towered above you like a skyscraper.

“A-Any way,” he looked down at you beneath his dark, fluttering lashes, swiveling his hips in anticipation of your touch. You let out a soft scoff.

“Be specific or I can’t help you~,” you said with a sweet lilt in your voice, harsh words laced with honey. His eyes blew open wide at your threat to leave him a writhing, unfulfilled mess for even longer than you already had.

“Can you take me in your mouth? Please?” A new wave of blush spread across his cheeks as he said this, and you couldn’t help but smile at how cute he was.

“There you go, baby,” you giggled. You guided your featherlight fingertips along the slick muscle of his thighs, causing him to tense up immediately, and you could actually see the thrum of his heartbeat racing beneath his skin in faint flits. He was so sensitive by now you didn’t doubt he would explode just like he said before. Your fingers playfully walked along the slope of his legs, working their way inwards, and you teased them to a gradual stop mere inches from where he needed you most. He was panting like a dog at this point, chest rising and falling violently as he looked down at you, jaw slack and eyes cloudy with frustrated tears.

“You’ve been waiting for this, huh?” You dragged your tongue along your lower lip and leaned in close to his pulsating cock so that your breath fanned across his shaft, digging your fingers into the tendons of his inner thigh. He gasped, the shock of you finally gracing him with some sort of stimulation overwhelming his worked-up body, and a throb of pleasure shot through his dick with such alarming intensity that you could see it expand in his veins and swell at the tip. You blinked up at him, a bit startled yourself. He was so close already and you barely even touched him… Maybe you didn’t even need to touch him.

“U-Uhuh!” He nodded frantically, tears now spilling down his flushed face and drool dribbling down his chin; the sight would’ve been sad if it wasn’t so fucking hot. You massaged your fingertips into the thin, sweat-slicked skin on either side of his balls and slowly moved your lips upwards so that they were ghosting the hot, leaking head of his penis. His whole body shuddered underneath you, hips eagerly twitching to meet your lips, but only mildly, timidly, making it clear he was still completely under your control.

“I bet you’ve been imagining this for so long, my lips around your cock, feeling me squeeze you in my throat,” you hummed, your lips just barely brushing his dickhead as you spoke, and to him the vibration of your voice and the warm flutters of your breath against him felt just as sensational as the euphoric grip of your walls after hours of waiting for any kind of attention. This was exactly what you suspected, what you were hoping. He was such a desperate mess that he could get off to just your words and proximity. “Can you feel it? My pretty little mouth drooling around you?”

“A-Ah! Yes!” He cried out, and his stiff cock slapped against his belly eagerly as if he was truly feeling every bit of what you were describing, hell, even you were starting to feel it from his reactions alone, the ache between your legs growing almost painful.

“Does my sweet boy want to cum down my throat?” You kept steady eye contact with him, savoring every bit of watching him crumble before you, intentionally letting your breath pour past your lips in heavy pants, and he bucked into the air with each puff, his abdomen flexed tight and his thighs shuddering.

“Ahaha y-yes please!” He whimpered, the rhythm of his hips gently rising to meet your breath becoming twitchy and unstable, a clear sign that he was on the brink of long-awaited release. A coy smile played at the ends of your lips as you batted your lashed up at him.

“Then cum for me,” and on command, his whole body convulsed under the weight of sweet, sweet climax, at long last, the hugest load you’d ever seen erupting out of him in thick, hot torrents that sprayed right in his face. You were so proud of him, your poor baby, putting up with your little act for hours on end despite yearning for you so immensely that you didn’t even need to touch his cock for him to bust. He just loved you that much and why exactly? You quite honestly didn’t know. You almost felt the need to apologize for treating him so cruelly, but at the end of the day you were trying to teach him a lesson, and based on how he was looking at you, right eye squeezed shut to prevent cum from getting in his eye, body rattling with exhaustion, it was safe to say he wouldn’t make the same mistake again. The least you could do was help him clean up. You got up on your knees and took his clammy face in your hands, gliding your tongue along his salty skin to get rid of all the cum, saliva, tears- whatever fluids were coating his face. When you were done, you pressed a kiss to his lips.

“I love you, my sweet boy.”

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A/N:

HEYYY LOVELIESSS💓💓 here’s my first official completed request (woohoo)!!! Bertholdt is not usually a character I would accept writing but this request kinda had me GRRRR ya know (thank you for that anon, I truly hope you’ll enjoy this! This was my first time writing orgasm denial too so idk if i did it right NAKWKA)? BUTTT yeah here ya go, bloop ilyyyy

~Bunny

[serendipityjxmn]

I Hate You, Park Jimin!

Chapter 17

Words Count: 5.9k ripppp

TW: SMUT

Link to Chapter 16

Link to Chapter 18

And so the next day, after spending the afternoon to evening studying- or more like me trying to stop each of Jimin’s advances because I was trying to show how salty I was at him for leaving me wanton but of course he’d been oblivious- at his place, we were inside the car, Jimin driving towards a restaurant where he said we’d meet the boys and have dinner together. He said it’s a restaurant they frequented too.

I kept on fidgeting with my black skirt that covered just right above my knee, feeling more and more anxious as we neared the place.

“We’re here.” He said.

Jimin pulled up outside an expensive looking building as he eased the car into a parking lot filled with luxury cars. His sleek Audi can certainly fit right in. Ah- shit of course the restaurant they frequented had to be an expensive one.

I gulped and looked down at my outfit. If I’d known that he’d take me to a fancy restaurant like this, I’d certainly would’ve dressed better- although I doubt I have something much better in my closet- or at least put some more effort in my makeup over my pale face.

Jimin pulled my door opened and I gasped.

“Come on.” He said, hands held out. I sighed. He had dressed impeccably in his button down pastel blue shirt, slightly unbuttoned at the top and black slacks. He’d dressed formally but still looked casual enough without blazers or expensive coat over it. His sleeves were folded to the elbow and I had been drooling ever since he put it on just now.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit too fast to be meeting them now?”

He rolled his eyes at me.

I put on a whiny expression, trying to persuade him.

“Come out now before I pull you over my shoulders.” He warned.

“You wouldn’t.” I snorted.

“Oh really?” He gave me the are-you-challenging-me look.

Goddamn it Park Jimin. I climbed out of his car almost reluctantly. His hands laced mine immediately.

“God- it’s so hard to get you moving today.” He said, chuckling as he led me inside.

Because I’m dreading this meeting! This morning I had woken up so early trying to calm my nerves as well as trying to decide on my outfit. Jimin had arrived to pick me up before we went studying at his place. It took me so long to get ready and he was getting exasperated.

“I’m sure you look just fine Hana!” He yelled in exasperation outside my bedroom door.

“But-“

“I swear you only have 2 seconds before I drag you from in there-“

“Okay, okay fine!” I yelled back before he could barge in and definitely not before he breaks my bedroom door.

“Do you have reservations, Sir?” The seemingly too friendly waitress asked. She smiled all too sweetly at Jimin but didn’t even spare a mere glance at me. Hey- I’m right here!

“Yes, Park Jimin. I’m a regular here.” He added the last part in a condescending tone and the girl got flustered while saying sorry. Is it bad that I smiled at that? He then untangled his hands from mine. My heart clenched- was he trying to show that he’s single or-

Shit. I was wrong. He untangled our hands but then proceeded to place firm arm around my waist and pulled me closer. The waitress had to acknowledge my presence because my cheeks were almost bunched up against his shoulder. She nodded at me.

Shit. Why do I always think of the worst of Jimin? Because that’s what you always do, my mind answered and I decided to ignore.

“This way, sir.” She led us inside and I was stunned by the interior of the fine dining restaurant. The atmosphere was quiet, formal with soft music playing in the background as we walk past a number of tables. Where are we heading? There’s plenty of empty tables here.

“This way, Sir. Your company has all arrived.” She nodded politely at Jimin and me as she held the door open. Hm- at least she’s professional on her job.

“Come.” Jimin asked for my hands and I gratefully took it, gripping it a tad bit too firmly.

He just smiled at me in amusement as he led me inside.

The room immediately erupted into a loud noise as soon as we entered.

“Hey!”

“There’s the lovebirds!”

“Finally, I’m starving.”

Of course, they’d had a private room to themselves and I momentarily wondered if the room’s soundproof because their voices were definitely octaves higher than allowed here.

I finally get to have a good look at all five of them after Jimin gestured me to sit between him and the incredibly good-looking Jin although he was a good space apart from me.

“Hey Hana- you know me right?” Namjoon waved at me from across the round table. His dimpled smile forming and I wanted to hide right away. I may like Jimin but he’d been my senior crush since forever.

“Hyung- careful. She has a crush on you.” Jimin said casually and my eyes widened. My hands went to pinch his thigh underneath the table.

“Oh- really?”

“I- I respect you a lot.” I smiled awkwardly at him through gritted teeth, Jimin mumbling an ouch beside me.

“Wah.. it’s an honor.” He said and once again flashed his perfectly aligned teeth in a genuine smile.

“I’m Jin.” The one beside me held out his hand and flashed a gentle smile. Dang- thousands would melt at that immediately. I shook his hand in full nervousness.

“Yoongi.” The one beside Jin said, which sounded more like a grunt to me. I flashed an awkward smile, his gaze only meeting me briefly. Does he hate me? Perhaps I should-

“Hey Hana~ Heard a lot about you! I’m Hoseok.” He was smiling so wide I can’t help but to grin back at him. Suuuuper different than Yoongi sunbae.

“Hi. I’m Taehyung.” The one beside Jimin said with a voice so low I almost choked on air. I’d known him for years and yet I was still mesmerized by his beauty and... his voice.

“We’d been pestering Jimin so much about meeting you. Ah~ I’m finally seeing the sister-in-law..” Hoseok threw his hands out in a satisfied manner. I felt my cheeks reddening in embarassment. Can this get anymore embarassing? Six god-tier looking handsome guys putting all their attention at me? Except for Yoongi sunbae I guess because he was looking at everyone else except me.

“You don’t know how much Jimin had been losing sleep when you ignored him.” Namjoon grinned.

Wh- what? My face turned to my side instantly. Jimin looked ashen.

“Ah~ it was a good time though. Someone needs to teach the boy about patience.” Jin spoke up.

“Oh God are you guys ganging up on me?” Jimin finally spoke and everyone else laughed. I did too. Who knew he’d be such a softie? The bad boy, Park Jimin.. I tried to stifle a smile.

“You’re laughing at me?”

I froze.

I didn’t realize Jimin had leaned down so close to my ears and the way he whispered those words sent tingles down my body.

I slowly shook my head and gulped.

“Good. Don’t try be naughty, babygirl.. or you’ll regret it,” he whispered again and I almost choked on my drink. He backed away and when I looked up at him, he had continued chatting casually with Taehyung beside him. God- I swear-

“So, Hana, how’s the preparation for the Olympiad?” Namjoon from across the table asked, immediately stopping me from cursing Jimin mentally.

“Um- it’s okay, I hope. I’d just been doing previous sets although I’m still not sure whether it’d be enough.” I smiled at him.

He nodded. “I think that would do. The questions doesn’t usually stray from the past year patterns. Sure, there’d be elements of surprise but I think your brain can handle it.” He winked at me and I flushed.

“Yah~ I really can’t join these geniuses’ conversation. Yoongi hyung why don’t you say something? Isn’t it about time you show some of your random knowledge?” Hoseok said.

Yoongi just threw him a look and I just smiled at their antics. I’d come to know that Yoongi sunbae was just like that, it wasn’t that he wasn’t friendly or something. Perhaps he just preferred to observe.

The main courses had arrived and everyone was savouring their meals while launching into conversations of their own. To be honest, I had no idea what my meal was. Jimin ordered them all, obviously. Although Jin was kind enough to tell me what my meal was- which now I know was lamb salad with fregola- and even kindly explained the capers, the arugula and all sorts of other ingredients in it. I learned that Jin likes cooking because he enjoys eating.

I was worried coming here because I thought I would be out of place but everyone else seemed very pleasant to me while Jimin seemed so engrossed talking to Taehyung. I looked at him briefly and I’ve no idea how he knew that I was staring but he turned his head towards me immediately. My eyes widened when I felt his hand went towards my thigh and shivers ran down my spine as he lightly squeezed my thigh before continuing his conversation with Taehyung. After a while, my body relaxed and Jimin maintained his palm flat over my thigh, the action seemingly harmless.

I enjoyed listening to Namjoon talking- he seemed unable to carry out the conversation without turning philosophical every once in a while and Yoongi would then just shoot him down with his realistical thought. Their friendsip was so adorable and in all the time I just smiled fondly at them.

I was almost through with my meal and deeply engrossed with my conversation with Namjoon and Yoongi chirping in sometimes about the Economics (it’s not boring people!) when I almost choked on my food as I felt Jimin’s hand had moved lower towards the hem of my skirt before his fingers lightly trailing higher and slowly hitched my skirt up.

“Are you okay?” Namjoon asked immediately and I glanced at Jin who’s face etched with worry.

I frantically nodded. “Yeah- yea I’m fine.” I quickly reached for my drinks and chugged them down vigorously. Thank Heavens they didn’t think much of it and Namjoon and Jin continued with their conversation.

Jimin’s hands moved again and this time his hand was successfully placed between my thigh, dangerously close to my core before he pulled my leg extremely slowly to spread them apart. My eyes went wide and I immediately looked at him, trying to figure out what he was trying to do. But Jimin wasn’t looking at me at all. He seemed deeply engrossed in his conversation with Taehyung, his face maintaining the poker expression.

My left hand immediately went under the table to stop him from spreading my legs further apart but to no avail. He simply pushed my hand away. My eyes blew further- is he trying to touch me in this public place while his friends are all present? If he is, I am deeply fucked.

I pulled my hand back up because I need both my hands to continue eating. But honestly- I don’t think I have any appetite anymore - not when I felt myself getting aroused but also fuming with anger at Jimin. How dare he does this when this is my first meeting with the boys?

I swallowed thickly when I felt Jimin’s hand continuing his ministrations- his fingers slowly danced along my exposed thigh and then languidly moved inside my thigh, tracing dangerously high towards my clothed core. When his fingers lightly grazed my core, I choked again over my lamb. This alarmed the boys and I panicked.

“Hana are you really okay? You look pale.” Hoseok said.

I struggled to swallow my food before frantically nodding. “Sorry- it just went down the wrong way. I’m-“ I drew a breath, trying to steady my now heavy breathing, “I’m just not used to these kind of fancy food you see.” I said weakly, attempting to smile in the meantime.

They bought it- thank God. Jin just smiled kindly at me. “Don’t worry about it Hana. It’s just food.” He reassured me. Oh- only if he knew.

I suddenly felt hot breath near my ear and my body stilled.

“Keep still baby, and you’ll be fine.” He whispered so low to me in an act disguised as kissing above my ear and I shuddered. As he did so, my gaze went towards Taehyung who was watching me intently and I could’ve sworn his lips had tugged slightly at the corner as if to smirk but it was so brief making me unsure of myself. “You okay?” Jimin asked, this time loud enough for people to hear.

I swallowed before nodding my head and he seemed casual enough but I could see amusement dancing in his eyes. I glanced at Taehyung but he was no longer watching me. Instead, he had now turned towards Namjoon and Jimin joined their discussion.

Hoseok was now talking about this one girl in his year who kept being hostile towards him when he did nothing to berate her.

“Like- the lecturer asked me to gather all the assignments and she suddenly told me she didn’t need me and she’d submit it herself? What did I do?” He complained.

I tried so hard to ignore the fingers that had now firmly placed itself on top of my heated core, shifting uncomfortably in my seat as I tried to focus on the conversation but how could I when Jimin was relentlessly torturing me down there?

My breath grew heavier when Jimin slyly pull my underwear aside, exposing my sex to the cold air and I struggled to fight my body from trembling. I felt goosebumps trickling all over my arms. By the time Jimin’s knuckles grazed over my core, I was sure I was already a hot mess down there.

I looked at Jimin and even though he appeared nonchalant, it wasn’t a mistake spotting his lips tugging up slightly into a smirk when the tip of his fingers were immediately soaked with wetness from my core. Fuck- he knew what he does to me.

I gripped my spoon more tightly- oh fuck- I barely managed to stop the words from slipping out when his fingers ran up and down over my entrance. His lazy movement was torturous and I almost pressed my legs together, desperate for friction when I unintentionally lurched forward as Jimin slipped his two fingers inside me.

Fuck, fuck, fuck-

He wasted no time pushing further, circling inside and I swallowed hard before biting my lips to contain my moans.

I glanced at Jimin who sure remained impassive as he gloriously finger fucked me in this public place, a fucking restaurant, around his fucking friends.

God- if anyone happened to drop something on the floor and bend down to pick it up- we’d get caught instantly and it’s an image I don’t want to picture.

His fingers slowly traced deeper, towards my hilt and I struggled to maintain a straight face when his fingers slowly started to fall into a pace, thrusting dirtily in and out of me. I bit my lip a tad bit too hard, trying to remain sane because honestly- I was a mess, my brain’s all fuzzy I could no longer focus on the conversations at all, my core was dripping wet.

Jimin’s fingers delved deeper and I could feel my orgasm slowly building inside my stomach and eventhough his face remained stoic, I knew he was aware that I was almost at my limit because my walls were pulsating around him as I spread my legs further, briefly thankful that Jin sat further away, and bucked my hips towards his fingers more when I noticed now that his jaw was slightly clenched as if he had a hard time controlling himself too.

I grew even more aroused at his sight. So he wanted to play.. yet he could barely constrain himself. I smiled thinking of a revenge plan.

But right now- I gotta chase my orgasm that I knew would come so soon considering how Jimin was thrusting into me without mercy.

Fuck- fuck oh Lord- I thought and immediately my walls tensed around Jimin’s fingers and I closed my eyes, riding through my fucking good orgasm I no longer cared if anyone’s watching.

When I opened my eyes, Jimin was staring at me, his eyes glinting with devil and amusement. He slipped his fingers out and carefully fixed my panties and skirt back to its original position. I took a deep breath trying to calm myself down before crossing my legs (to prevent further not-so-unfortunate events) and smiled at Namjoon before chirping into the conversation.

Our plates for main course was cleared and desserts arrived soon. I smirked down at my creme brulee and picked up my small spoon. Good- I only need one hand.

“Oh, Professor Lee told us that we would be covering questions on algebra next week right, Namjoon sunbae?” I asked sweetly, happy to finally found my voice.

And then, slowly, my hand went towards Jimin’s thigh. He froze immediately when I didn’t stop and continue to stroke his inner thigh, dangerously close to his crotch while keeping a straight face. His face turned to me in a speed of lighting but my gaze remained towards Hoseok who was talking now.

Out of the peripheral of my eyes, I spotted him gulping hard when finally, finally my hands grazed his cock. I was surprised it was already hard- not even semi hard but then again he’d finger fucked me so good of course he would be affected by it too. I was simply amazed he could control himself when he was this hard.

Jimin let out a small gasp but managed to cover it as cough when I cupped him underneath the table. Slowly and languidly, I stroked his length up and down. I pressed my legs together when I felt myself getting aroused as well. Damn it- this plan is gonna backfire. I never wanted so hard to just get on my knees and suck the life out of his cock that must be throbbing in pain right now- asking to be released.

I gripped his length hard and his jaw clenched harder when I started to stroke him faster. God- I wanted to pull it out of his pants but I was scared to get caught.

I scanned around to see if anyone’s actually caught up to our dirty acts but no one is looking at us. It also seemed as though they were really taking their time to savour their dessert- mostly chatting through it and I had a feeling that they won’t be finishing soon so I had plenty of time.

Oh screw it.

I glanced at Jimin briefly, my movement stopped and his head turned towards me too. His expression slightly tensed and enquiring as if trying to gauge my intention. I smirked briefly before turning towards Jin beside me who had been sharing his exclusive recipes that he himself invented.

Jimin relaxed slightly beside me, but not before he tensed again as my fingers moved towards his zipper. Slowly, I undo his zipper and this made Jimin catch his breath. I tried not to smile satisfactorily. Then I grabbed the hem of what I was quite sure to be his Calvin Klein boxers and swiftly pulled it down, letting his erection out under the cloth-covered table. He hissed slightly from the exposure but immediately shut his mouth tight, jaw tight when my fingers clasped around his erection bare. He was hard- hard as fuck but I need to lubricate him. I struggled to think of how. And then I pulled my hand up and Jimin just stared at me as I casually sipped my drink. Obviously he thought I was gonna stop there. And then I brought my left hand to my mouth, posing as if I was wiping my mouth clean but in actual fact, I was licking the palm of my hand and carefully let my spit out without anyone noticing. God- I feel so dirty but I was so determined to win Jimin over his game. I could sense Jimin’s eyes blown wide beside me because if he was watching me- he’d know what I was doing.

And when I ran my hands - my wet hands - up and down his erection, he swore under his breath. Soon, I picked up my pace, palming him fast and then slow and then going so low towards his balls he had to shift uncomfortably in his seat as his legs spread open for me.

And then Jimin accidentally let out an audible gasp and everyone turned to look at him. Others had worried over their face- except Taehyung I guess? Because I think he was eyeing me instead of Jimin. Fuck- am I caught? Did I take it too far?

“Jimin, you’re pale, you okay dude?” Namjoon asked.

Jimin suddenly cleared his throat. “Yeah- I don’t really feel so well today, feeling slightly cold I guess. I think we might just head home earlier.” He said.

W-what? My hand was still on his cock. He swiftly took my hand away from his cock and within seconds his zippers was done again before I could even process anything.

“Oh really?” Hoseok asked, frowning in worry.

“Then that’s not good. Go home early. We’ll head back with you too. We’re almost done too right?” Namjoon looked at the others.

“No hyung, it’s okay. Let Taehyung finish his desserts. We’ll head out first.” Jimin stood up and looked down at me before lightly tugging my arms. Confused, my brows furrowed but still stood up with him.

“Ah, okay then.” Namjoon said.

“It was real nice meeting everyone.” I said and smiled fondly at all of them.

They all replied the same thing and flashed a grin at Namjoon who told me to study hard. I blushed when Taehyung said not to keep Jimin in his apartment too much to which Jimin rolled his eyes at. I nodded politely at them and they did the same, shouting goodbyes as we head out of the room.

Jimin looked at me with an expression too gentle for someone who had blue balls as he waited for me out before placing an arm around my waist and led me out of the restaurant after stopping briefly at the counter and asking them to put the meals on his tab.

As soon as we were out, I welcomed the fresh air that hit me but immediately shivered from the cold air. I thought we were heading straight to the car but Jimin just laced his fingers with mine before tugging me with slight urgency towards an empty corner not far from the parking lot.

“Jimin- where-“ I was cut off because he has pushed me towards an empty wall and his lips was on mine within seconds.

Always- and I think I will forever be- so drunk in his kisses. His lips molded into mine so perfectly, that sweet familiar scent invading my mouth so forcefully but none that I wish hadn’t. I love his kisses- a lot- his kisses are possesive, urgent, sensual, protective yet calming and soothing all at the same time.

My hands immediately flew around his neck, while his held me firmly at the back of my neck.

“Had fun teasing me?” His voice low and raspy, laced with threat. I shuddered- from the cold and from his words.

Desire spread like wildfire inside me when he placed his thigh against my core and I moaned into his mouth.

“Jimin-“ I whimpered, barely audible. “God, Jimin- I want you- I want you so bad,” I whispered.

He cursed before letting me go, both of us completely breathless and already panting hard from the intense makeout. His eyes dark, half-lidded with lust and intensity.

“I swear you’re the death of me, Hana.” He murmered before giving me a soft chaste kiss at the edge of my lips then pulling back to thread his fingers with mine. “Come. Let’s get out of here and into a bed.” He smirked and I blushed wildly knowing it’s impossible to deny the heat that radiated throughout me from his words.

Even then he gently tugged me towards his car because I was wearing high heels and flashed me sweet knowing smiles and I wonder if I can blush even harder. He’s so.. irresistible.

The heat of the car calmed me instantly although not the burning desire inside my stomach.

“Fuck the Lord I’m hard as fuck now,” he growled as the car roared to life. He glanced at me briefly, smirking slightly. “Damn Hana, things you do to me.” He murmured and then proceeded to floor the gas, cutting through other cars, maneuvering swiftly between lanes.

I had no idea what went through me but suddenly I moved to tug the strings on top of my blouse, slowly letting it fall apart and revealing my perfect cleavage.

“Baby...” he said through gritted teeth, warning me. He wasn’t even looking at me! How the hell does he know?

He always knows.

“What?” I asked a little too innocently. “I’m just feeling a little too hot.” I said and sensually (I hoped) spread my legs, hitching my skirt up a little. I was too far gone in my arousal. We were closing in to his apartment since I could recognise the familiar streets. Gulping when he glanced at me briefly, he stepped further on his gas and soon the car made a turn towards his apartment area.

“You’re driving me insane Hana.”

“I like driving you insane.” I blurted out without thinking.

“Fuck.” He swore harshly and turned hard into the parking lot. It was dark in the basement parking lot but not completely as I could still see his face through the illuminating light from the moon and the distant lighting of the parking lot.

Jimin shut his engine down but before he could climb out of the car I held his wrist and immediately moved to kiss him on the lips, my hands frantically touching him literally everywhere. I was breathless and a total hot mess.

“Hana- baby-“ he struggled to say because I wouldn’t let his lips free.

“Mhm-“ I hummed to answer but came out more like a moan. My hands immediately went to his fly and swiftly unzip his pants.

“Hana-“ he called again, breathless from our sloppy make out session but apprehensive too. “Baby we’re in the parking lot-“

“I know-“ I couldn’t care less anymore. I wanted him now. I pulled away from his kiss and before he could say anything I bent down and immediately put him inside my mouth.

“Fuck!” He groaned out loud.

This was actually my first time doing this for him and I knew it wasn’t the best and most romantic place ever but honestly- I don’t care anymore. I was too far gone, lusting over Jimin. I tried to do as much as how Ah Young taught me (she explicitly gave me a free lesson going something about hacks to make your man stays) but I didn’t know whether I’m doing it right at all.

“Oh fuck Hana- shit shit-“ he growled even louder as my tongue swirled deliciously around his length.

“God- you’re so good-“ he whispered breathlessly. One of his hand went to stroke my hair lightly while the other went to reach my ass that was high up in the air, and pulled my skirt up exposing my ass bare. “Fuck- you’re so gorgeous baby.”

His fingers played with my underwear and then then pulled them swiftly to my knees. I feel so bare and so aroused both at the same time. The tingling sensation heightening each time.

He then moved his seat backward and truthfully my knees was starting to hurt from kneeling on the seat but Jimin moved enough to give me space so I moved to kneel infront of him, cock still fully stuffed in my mouth.

He swore as he stared down at me. “I can just cum from seeing you kneeling in front of me like this, sucking the hell out of me.”

I looked up at him and I remembered Ah Young saying to look at him sensually and I tried to do so. As I swirl my tongue around him, taking him deeper, I looked at him expectantly and a plethora of curse escaped his mouth. His hand went to grab a handful of my hair and guided me to bop my head up and down his erection. I feel so powerful watching him coming undone, moaning loudly as I tasted him.

“Shit Hana, you’re so good at this damn it.” He said, a little frantically and all heavy breathe. “Come up baby.” He ordered and I complied immediately because my pussy was throbbing to be filled with him too.

He pulled me up and placed his hand on my waist gently as I straddled him. I stared at him, full of love and lust as he aligned himself to my entrance and then slowly, I sank down onto him and we both gasped.

“Oh, God-“ I shuddered from the pleasure. I felt so full when he filled me entirely and Jimin cursed as his head sank towards my shoulders. “Ah- you feel so good in me Jimin-“ I breathed.

Then I started to rock my hips up and down his length, placing my hands on his chest for support.

Jimin played with my blouse and cupped my breast that had been hardening beneath my blouse, groping them tight, earning a whimper from me.

“Ahh fuck- you’re so fucking hot-“ he said as he continued his ministrations on my breasts. Now wet with beads of sweat, he tugged my blouse and I quickly pulled my hands up to slide my blouse off me. He wasted no time tugging my bra down, attacking with his lips and earning a series of moans from me.

Right now anyone could be pulling up into the parking lot and see us but I really don’t care because the only thing I can focus right now is how good his cock felt inside me. The thrill of possibility of getting caught and the adrenaline rush made this so much hotter. My head kept lolling back every now and then, feeling overwhelmed with the way he filled me entirely, hitting all my walls and I started to pick up the pace and rode him faster.

Jimin’s hands went to my waist. “Fuck Hana- ugh you look so fucking good God damn, I love it when you fucking ride me baby, fuck the view is fucking amazing-“

“You’re so sweary-“ I chuckled while continuing my grinding.

He managed a smile before leaning in to kiss me deeply. “Because you fucking made me an animal,” he said staring lustfully at my flushed form, tits bouncing wildly as I grinded my waist in and out of his cock. I bit my lips from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Jesus look at your tits fuck baby-“ he panted and his hands flew to wrap around me before he started thrusting into me, taking over with fast, hard pace. The dirty sound of our skin lapping filled the car and I moaned harder. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum-“

I was almost at my limit too. I hugged Jimin tighter, crying out his name as I chased my orgasm. “Jimin- ah Jimin ahh ahh-“

“Yes baby, fucking scream my name-“ He growled and thrusted deeper and faster, hitting me at all the right spots.

“I’m coming, Jimin- ah-“ I said, barely audible as my vision goes blurry, my walls clenching tightly against Jimin’s cock and my grip against his shoulders tightened too.

“Fuck me too baby-“ he said, completely breathless and he pulled out of me, cumming all over my pussy and my stomach. I collapsed into him and he did too, his head buried into my shoulder as we both tried to catch our breath.

“That was...” I croaked, damn- sex till you lost your voice- wild, Kim Hana.

“Insane.” He finished for me while mumbling against my shoulder. I hummed in response.

As soon as we both calmed down, he backed away slightly to grab some tissues from the dashboard and wiped me off his cum. After I was fully dressed again, I came off off him and went back to my seat while he readjusted his seat.

I just stared at his post-fucked out form, his face glowed, cheeks tinged with redness, lips swollen from intense kissing and a messy hair. Even so he looked so hot with his button down shirt slightly unbuttoned at the top.

“Didn’t know you were into public sex.” He said casually, winking at me.

I flushed crimson. Oh my god- did that really just happen? And I’m the one who initiated it? I cupped my own heated cheeks and I could hear him chuckling. Biting my lips, I looked up at him. “Do you.. um.. still need me to follow you upstairs?”

“Why?”

“I’m.. mm.. I’m worried that if I stay..” I trailed off, too embarassed to continue.

He looked at me questioningly, clearly waiting for me to finish.

Oh screw it. “I’m afraid that I won’t get any sleep.” I said it so quickly, as if that would reduce the embarassment.

To my surprise, he laughed.

I went redder.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to..”

“I know.. but sometimes.. I find it hard to listen to my brain when my body wants something else.” I muttered under my breath.

Jimin obviously heard me. “Fuck. I honestly have no idea how I’m going to control myself around you.”

“Then don’t.” I whispered softly.

His eyes widened. “Shit- Hana, if you continue to say stuffs like that, I won’t have even an ounce of self control left inside me before I fuck your brains out you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

O-oh. I gulped.

Then he leaned towards me and I pressed myself to the backseat, gone was insatiable Hana, back to the one who goes a complete mess in the near proximity of Park Jimin. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered then kissed me gently.

“So.. um.. do you want to send me home?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Stay the night with me?”

It’s probably a bad idea. But I nodded nevertheless. Because Jimin melt my whole system all the time and that included my brain and thus my thinking ability went out the window.

But that night Jimin stayed true to his words. He let me shower alone in peace, prepared his huge T for me to wear after I showered and as soon as he wrapped his arms around me, I drifted to sleep, too worn out and exhausted for any further physical activities.

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200830 10:35PM

[solastia]

Knotting Hill | 2

Pairing: Taehyung x Namjoon

Word Count: 5,335

Summary: When Alpha Taehyung starts the porn video titled “Knotting Hill,” he wasn’t prepared for the way his instincts were screaming at him to claim the beautiful Omegan porn star, Namjoon.

Genre & Warnings: Smut! With some feelings, course. This whole thing is basically just an excuse for some Vmon smut. Porn star! au. Nothing really triggering, I don’t think.

A/N: Just the epilogue left to go! 

Taehyung walked up to the doors of the surprisingly normal-looking building, wiping his suddenly sweaty palms on his slacks. His heart was racing and when he caught the faintest scent of an ocean breeze, his Alpha was practically howling. It belonged to him, he was sure of it.

Right before he opened the door that he hoped led to where he was supposed to go, he ran a hand down his shirt, nervously checking for wrinkles or foreign substances. He'd spent three hours this morning getting ready. He really hoped he looked impressive. He had picked the best high fashion pieces he'd gotten from work over the years, and he hoped he looked debonair instead of like the nervous prom date he felt like. With one last deep breath, he flung open the door and strode inside...but the scent. Fuck. It was so rich in here.

His mate smelled like a gentle ocean breeze, fresh and calming, and this entire building was saturated in it. There were others in here just as strong, but that scent just called out to him. His Alpha was practically crowing with pride from having found their other half at last.

Yoongi was the audio engineer, and had told him to come straight to his office when he arrived, that it was the one with the glass door. Apparently, he thought it was hilarious to make the door see-through and seemingly easy to enter when it actually had five locks.

Taehyung finally found the room at the end of a massive hallway. The door was closed, and when he peeked inside he saw Yoongi sitting at his desk. He knocked and he saw one earphone hanging off of his neck so he knew the Omega heard him. He waited a couple seconds before trying the handle. As he suspected, it was locked tight. 

 “Yoongi. Open up, man.” He was answered with one finger being held up, and he figured it was lucky that it was the one that meant wait instead of fuck you.

Finally, Yoongi turned around and faced the door, cocking an eyebrow at the increasingly irritated Alpha. He loved Yoongi hyung, he really did, but his sense of humor can fuck right off. He gestured towards the door and - though he couldn’t hear it - he knew Yoongi was sighing dramatically as he pushed himself out of his chair and shuffled towards the door.

After several clicks, the door was finally flung open and Taehyung inhaled shakily as the ocean breeze scent rushed towards him yet again. The Omega obviously spent a lot of time in Yoongi's office.

"Hey, hyung. How's it going."

Yoongi grinned softly. "It's goin'. How you feelin'? You nervous?" 

Taehyung groaned. "Never more in my entire life." 

Yoongi gave an amused huff, leading Taehyung over to a little loveseat in the office.

"If you want to stop at any time, just let me know. I have a feeling you'll be fine though. I've already arranged it so that you'll have a private audition, but we will be recording it to see how you look on camera and what we would have to improve on." 

Taehyung gulped and nodded in understanding. He didn't care about being recorded; he'd done kinkier stuff on his own time. He was, however, nervous about meeting Namjoon. Would he recognize him as his mate right away? Would he measure up since the other did this professionally?

“It's set up in one of the stage bedrooms,” Yoongi continued. “I told them it was a reality concept, so no makeup or crazy lights. It's just going to be you two in a room, as real as can be. I remember how it was when I first met Jungkookie, so I know neither of you will be coherent enough to listen to queues or care about the camera."

“What was it like for you? Jungkookie told me how it was for him, but how did your Omega respond?” Taehyung asks.

Yoongi hums in thought. “It was kinda like...everything just sorta clicked into place. I don’t mean that romantic relationships are the cure-all or the only thing to strive for, but for me - I was actually waiting for my Alpha for a long time. When I first saw Jungkook, first smelled mate - I was so happy. And my Omega side? Over the fucking moon. I immediately went into a sort of mini heat and dragged him into my office.”

So," Taehyung swallowed nervously, "He's going to understand whats going on? He's going to be able to actually consent or tell me to fuck off if he changes his mind?"

"That's what you're worried about?" Yoongi grinned in amusement. "Yeah, contrary to popular belief, Omegas don't lose their damn minds when in heat. Especially not a small one. He can still say no or let you know if he's uncomfortable. And he's not going into this completely blind. He knows you're the guy we've been trying to set him up with. He also saw your picture months ago, so if you reacted that strongly to seeing him in the video, he might have an idea that you're his mate already."

Taehyung's jaw dropped. "Then...why? Why wouldn't he try to find me? Does he...not want me? Should I leave?" 

Yoongi rushes to the couch, grabbing onto Taehyung's knee to comfort him.

"Hey. No. Don't think like that. Listen. I don't know exactly what's going on in that giant head of his, but it's nothing bad. When we told him he was doing the audition today and that it was with you, he looked happy. And...relieved. Which, that wouldn't make sense if he didn't know something, right?"

"He really looked happy?" Taehyung asked softly.

Yoongi pet his knee and nodded. "Yeah. It's going to be alright, Tae. And if anything goes wrong, hyung is here. Okay?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Yoongi hyung."

"No problem. Now, I don't usually help with paperwork and all that shit, but I wanted to make sure you were taken care of, so we're going to do this together and then I'll walk you over to the room. Once you're in there, it's just going to be the two of you and the camera, but I'll be nearby in case you need me. Consider yourself lucky - I don't usually leave this office."

Taehyung snorts, but impulsively reaches over and hugs the surprised Omega.

"Thanks."

Together they poured over the paperwork, basically stating he was legal and doing this of his own free will. Also, lots of legal lingo to do with private information and the protection of their employees. Taehyung felt a little better knowing his mate has been well protected.

When it was all finished, Yoongi led him to another part of the studio where they kept staged rooms. When Yoongi flung open the door, Taehyung releases the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting. Some sort of fifty shades sex dungeon, maybe. Instead, it was just a really nice bedroom. There were a couple of nice recliner chairs, a filled bookcase, some decent looking art prints on the wall, and a huge king-sized bed right in the middle. If it weren't for the camera and lighting equipment, it would look totally normal.

He turns to Yoongi and chuckles nervously. "You think I'm doing this the right way, hyung?"

Yoongi shrugs. "Maybe meeting on one of those dates that we tried setting you up on before we got desperate and sent you his videos would have been more romantic, but this is fine too. I mean, you guys are going to want to fuck the moment you see each other, so at least this way you'll have access to a bed and I'll be nearby in case you need me."

"Alright," Taehyung takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders. "I think I'm ready."

Yoongi claps his shoulder. "You'll be fine, Taehyungie. I've never seen a person you couldn't charm. I'll tell Joon you're ready and I'll be working next door."

Once the bedroom door closes behind Yoongi, Taehyung starts pacing nervously. He stops once he remembers Namjoon will be there any moment, and he doesn't want that to be his first impression. He grabs a book, surprised that they actually had words and weren't just props and settles into one of the recliners, reading without really paying attention.

He wasn't sure how long he was sitting there, but he didn't hear the door open. It wasn't until the fresh scent of the ocean wafted towards him that he realized he wasn't alone anymore.

It was even more intoxicating fresh. He could practically feel himself sitting on the beach as a gentle breeze flew over the water towards him. Only now it was intermingled with other scents, primarily unmated Omega reaching heat.

He was almost scared to look at the person that it was coming from, but he forced himself to look up. Namjoon stood in front of the closed door watching him with an inscrutable look with his hands in his pockets. He was dressed casually in jeans, a red tank top, and a snapback.

"Lord of the rings, huh? I'm more of a Hobbit fan, myself," The Omega grinned softly, his shoulders beginning to loosen up in the presence of Taehyung's wildly blushing face.

"I...um. Hi?" Taehyung stammered as he fought with his instincts in an effort to appear calm.

The videos did not do Namjoon justice. He was even more perfect in person. He was taller than Taehyung, and his bare arms were bulging with muscle. Taehyung practically felt waifish next to him. His Alpha was chomping at the bit to get to the Omega and claim him right there.

The subtle flare of the Omega's nostrils and slight dilating of his eyes - something you would miss if you weren't staring as avidly as Taehyung was - meant that he was making his interest very obvious.

"Sorry," he said softly. He wished his Alpha was better behaved. "I'm Kim Taehyung."

"I'm Kim Namjoon. How convenient that we already have the same last name?" He chuckled. Taehyung was so enraptured by the sudden appearance of dimples that it took him a moment to understand.

"Wait, what?" 

Suddenly, Namjoon's cheeks sported an adorable blush as he smiled shyly at Taehyung. "I mean, since we're mates and all." 

"You knew?" Taehyung whispered, unable to hide his hurt and confusion. 

"Yeah. Kook showed me your picture and I knew instantly."

"Then...why? Why wouldn't you say something? Or come find me? I just found out yesterday and came here instantly." 

Namjoon shuffles his feet nervously. "There's...not a lot about me that fits into the Omegan stereotype. I'm too big, too independent, too clumsy. I rap in my spare time and I make porn for a fucking living."

"But, I'm still an Omega. I still wanted my mate to show that they wanted me. To have them...chase me," Namjoon says shyly. He chuckles a little. "Honestly, I didn't think it was going to take this long. Kook told me he sent you a video and I thought you'd watch it right away."

"I stopped watching videos he sent me after watching cereal being eaten out of something that was not meant to be used as a bowl."

Namjoon grimaced. "Understandable."

"So...this is okay then? Me being here? It isn't creepy?"

Namjoon smiles softly. "Nah. I'm glad you finally came. And apparently, interested in being a porn star," he quirked an eyebrow as Taehyung groaned in embarrassment. "I mean, I don't mind, as long as I'm the one you plan on shooting with," Namjoon continues, smirking.

Taehyung blushes, even as he feels his blood rushing down below at the very thought of being with this gorgeous Omega. The scents in the room are becoming overwhelming as he battles to keep his head on straight, but he can scent Namjoon. The Omega smells overwhelmingly of heat and slick.

"For the record," Taehyung stammers, "I think you're beautiful, and I can't wait to get to know you better." 

"I'm not too big?" Namjoon asks, vulnerability rife in his voice.

"Absolutely perfect," Taehyung states, staring confidently into Namjoon's eyes for the first time. 

"Good," Namjoon sighs. "Does that mean we can fuck now, because I am fucking dying. It's been everything I could do not to jump on you immediately." 

And just like that, Taehyung's nerves go out the window as he giggles. His Omega is so cute.

 "Come here, baby."

Namjoon whines and throws himself into Taehyung’s waiting arms. The Alpha is ecstatic to finally be able to touch him. Instead of throwing him to the floor and shoving it in like he’d nearly expected, both Taehyung and his inner Alpha are happy to revel in their mate’s scent.

Taehyung wraps his arms around Namjoon's waist and shoves his face into his neck. The ocean scent is so intoxicating there, mixed as it was with heat pheromones. He rubbed his cheek against the slowly swelling gland, wanting so badly to smell the two of them mixed. Namjoon did the same, the Omega’s hot breath against his neck making his shiver. “Smell so good, Alpha,” he groaned. 

“Yeah? What do I smell like to you?” “Like...like trees. Forest. Cedarwood. Sage. Together it’s like...walking along a cliff, with a forest on one side and the ocean on the other.” 

"That sounds pretty," Taehyung hummed, as he pulled away to look at Namjoon. "We should go do that sometime, see how we compare."

Namjoon smiles and nods, his eyes flicking down to Taehyung's lips. "Kiss me, Taehyung? Please."

Taehyung's Alpha was screaming at him to claim already, but he was going to do this right, dammit! He ignored the desperate side of himself, instead gently cradling Namjoon's cheek his hand as he leaned forward and kissed the Omega gently. Some cheesy part of Taehyung insisted it felt like coming home. All he knew was that the Omega's lips were soft and luscious, moving against his in a way that screamed confidence and experience. He supposed he should feel intimidated by that, but he was too overwhelmed to care.

Namjoon pulled away with a moan and whispered against his lips. "Bed. Please, my Alpha."

The rush of having such an exquisite Omega begging for him made his Alpha flare up with pride, and with a surge of confidence, he growled quietly while he herded him towards the bed. 

"Maybe I don't want you on the bed. Maybe I want to bend you over one of those chairs. Or have you present on the floor. Maybe I'll fuck you against the wall so Yoongi hyung can hear how well I take you." 

 Namjoon whimpers. "Anything. You can do anything. Just touch me!" 

Taehyung gently pushed Namjoon until he was sitting on the end of the bed. He pulled the hat off and flung it onto one of the chairs. Namjoon's silver hair was ruffled and free of product, so it was standing up everywhere. Taehyung thought he looked adorable.

He tugged on the tank top, and with a quick nod from Namjoon, that went flying in the same direction as the hat. It took everything for Taehyung to contain his own whimpers at the sight of that bare chest in person. He couldn't wait to cover it in marks.

Taehyung dropped to his knees and tugged off Namjoon's jeans, surprised and yet somehow not that he wasn't wearing any underwear. Instead, his little Omega cock was already hard and slapped against his tummy once it was free.

Taehyung held up the jeans, noticing the back of them was sopping wet. "Fuck, you're really wet, aren't you baby?"

"All for you, Alpha," Namjoon answered coyly, laying back on his elbows as he opened his legs wide.

Taehyung couldn't hold back his desperate growls at the sight of Namjoon laying bared and wet, ready for him. He threw off his clothes, uncaring that it was a two thousand dollar shirt being thrown onto the floor and trampled.

When he was done, he prowled towards the bed, his hand slowing stroking his cock as he smirked at the hungry-eyed Omega. Namjoon slowly scooted up towards the pillows, a task that Taehyung didn't make easy as he loomed over him, crawling right along with him from above.

Finally, he had Namjoon right where he wanted him. Sprawled on his back underneath him, his head laying comfortably on a plush pillow. His neck bared to the Alpha in invitation. Taehyung kissed his favorite part, where neck and collarbone meet, before sucking harshly.

Namjoon bucked underneath him, breathly harshly. When Taehyung pulled off, he was pleased to see the skin already turning colors.

"That's where I'm going to do it. I'm going to bite you right there." The Omega released a whispered "Fuck," and Taehyung smirked with pride.

Taehyung continued his journey downward, kissing a trail down Namjoon's beautiful skin as he did. When he finally his target, he inhaled shakily, the scent of fertile Omega nearly making him crazy. He grabbed Namjoon's cock, rubbing his thumb over the tip to collect a drop of precum. He sucked it off and groaned loudly at the taste before leaning over swiping up the rest with his tongue.

Namjoon gave a strangled groan and sat up on his elbows, staring down at Taehyung in shock. "What are you doing?" 

Taehyung glances up in confusion. "I'm going to suck your cock. Thought that was pretty clear."

"But...why? What?"

Taehyung cocked his eyebrow. "What? Alphas can't suck dick? You work with an Alpha/Alpha pair, so I'm pretty sure you know that's not true."

"I know...it's just...uh...oh FUCK." Namjoon wailed as Taehyung playfully thumbed around the head.

"You didn't think your Alpha was going to be into it."

"Uh," Namjoon stammered, "Yeah, I guess. Most aren't."

"I can assure you that I very much want your little cock in my mouth, and probably anything else that you ever want to do," Taehyung answers smugly before swallowing Namjoon's cock to the base. The Omega whimpered and bucked his hips up.

"Be careful what you promise, Taehyungie, I am a porn star. There's a lot...FUCK...there's a fucking lot I know how to do," Namjoon huffed through shaky breaths. 

Taehyung popped off, wiping his mouth. "I must not be doing this right if you can still get smart with me. I should probably stop bothering you with it, huh?"

"No! So good, Alpha! Sorry," Namjoon whined, trying to move his hips back up to the chuckling Alpha's mouth. 

Taehyung hummed and wrapped his lips back around Namjoon's fat little cock, easily taking the whole thing in his mouth. His fingers trailed down teasingly. He swept a couple through the rich slick and slid them both inside. He let out a pleased groan and pulled his mouth away as Namjoon opened up so easily for him, so warm and wet.

"Fuck. So ready to go, aren't you, baby? Need Alpha's big cock to fill you up?" Taehyung teased.

"Yes!" Namjoon grunted, practically trying to fuck himself onto Taehyung's fingers.

"Please, please, Alpha. Fuck me. Make me yours." Taehyung shivered, wanting to do nothing more.

“Yeah, okay. You've been a good boy for Alpha, so he's going to keep you."

Namjoon whimpered when Taehyung slowly pulled out his fingers, sucking them clean as he crawled back on top of him. He pressed a single, almost chaste, kiss on the Omega's lips.

"Ready, Namjoon? After this, I can't guarantee I'll be able to stop from claiming you." 

"Claim me. Wanna be yours," Namjoon whispered, wrapping his long legs around Taehyung's waist.

Taehyung nodded shakily, dropping his head onto the other's shoulder as his cock slowly slid inside. It felt so fucking good, and Taehyung was trying so hard not to cum already.

His hips began a steady rhythm as he mouthed at Namjoon's neck, sucking little marks on it. Namjoon wasn't wearing that damn diamond collar today, so Taehyung would make him one of his own.

He soon lost himself in a heady rush of lust, knowing nothing but the wet slaps of his skin against Namjoon's, his whimpers and grunts sounding like music to his ears. Nothing else mattered but this treasure underneath him.

As soon as he felt Namjoon tightening around his cock, he started nibbling on that spot again, where neck met glorious collarbone.

"I'm going to mark you now, baby. Bite me too," he grunted, speeding up his thrusts.

Namjoon tightened his grip on Taehyung's shoulders. "Whaa...Tae...Alphas don't..." 

"This Alpha does. I want your bite," Taehyung growled and pulled up to look at Namjoon, who met his gaze with hazy, confused eyes. 

"I'm yours as much as you're mine, Omega. Claim me, baby." Namjoon's smile was as sweet and shy as one could be while they were still getting pounded into the mattress, and he pulled Taehyung close. The Alpha tucked his head down to go back to the spot he'd chosen.

His breath hitched when he felt Namjoon's teeth scrape across his neck, sucking and licking his own little trail of marks. Taehyung felt his teeth descend and he locked his jaw onto his spot. He growled to let Namjoon know he was ready, and just as he felt his knot begin to swell, he bit down.

There was a rush of pain as Namjoon bit him too, but it was overshadowed by the sudden rush of emotion as the bond bloomed to life. Suddenly, he could feel everything from Namjoon. The elation, the fear, the excitement.

He could even feel the intensity of the Omega's orgasm as he shivered underneath him. Taehyung pulled off, licking the mark to clean it before leaning over to kiss Namjoon. They were both uncaring of the tang on their tounges; instead losing themselves in each other.

He finally pulled up and rested on his elbows. "We probably should have done this another way. I have no idea how long we're going to be locked."

Namjoon chuckled, his eyes still closed. "Maybe fifteen minutes. This is fine. I like the weight. You're not heavy."

Taehyung stared down at the newly marked neck of the beautiful Omega, his heart swelling with emotion and pride, even as he shivered, still cumming in spurts as he would for the next few minutes. He looked down at Namjoon's tummy, noticing a slight bulge.

He pressed it curiously, smirking when the Omega whimpered and he could feel himself. "I filled you up good, didn't I? Are you happy?" 

Namjoon hummed, but he still hadn't opened his eyes. "Look at me Omega." 

Namjoon's eyes flew open and met Taehyung's, and he wondered if the Omega could read all the emotions in his eyes as well as he could for him. Namjoon looked soft and well satisfied, both his eyes and their bond broadcasting what felt an awful lot like love.

Taehyung was realistic and knew that's not what it could be called yet, not when they still barely knew each other. He considered it more like a promise for the future. A promise that he knew they were going to be sickeningly in love. Mated happily ever after and all that.

Time flew by as he spent their time tied together lazily peppering his new mate with kisses, and asking his questions to get to know him better. He's never been more proud of anything in his life than learning simple things like that his mate hates vegetables and love cartoons.

When he was finally able to pull out, Namjoon practically started to cry. He looked up at Taehyung with glassy eyes and told him to fetch a plug from the nightstand. Taehyung rushed to find it, nearly tripping over the bed covers as he did so.

He pulled open the drawer, his eyebrows flying up at the sight of the overstuffed drawer. There were tons of things in there, toys and creams, lubes and even a single pair of cuffs. He ruffled through them and picked a nice big plug with a blue jewel at the end.

Namjoon was holding himself up, refusing to let any of Taehyung's cum leave. The Alpha knew this was partly a heat thing, but he thought it would be kinda cute if he did this every time. He quickly slipped the plug in, shushing the fussing Omega.

"It's okay, baby. It's all safe. Keep that warm for Alpha until I can fill you up again, okay?"

Namjoon's eyes looked a little more clear as he shyly agreed. 

"Thank you. Sorry if that's annoying."

"It's not, baby. Namjoonie, you're so cute."

Just as he pulled Namjoon into his arms, fully preparing to cuddle for as long as they wanted, the door flung open wide as a handful of people glided into the room. Taehyung's grip on Namjoon tightened as he snarled at the group, and he leaned over to cover him from their sight.

"Calm yourself. Ugh, Alphas," the man who was apparently their leader scoffed as he turned off the camera and the lights.

Taehyung had honestly forgotten they were there, but now he was excited because that meant he had the first moment he met his mate on tape. 

His nostrils flared as the man came closer to the bed, scenting mated Omega.

"I'm Kim Heechul. I'm that one's boss. Joon? You doing okay?"

Taehyung felt Namjoon nod and peered under his arm to see the Omega's sheepish grin. He mouthed Sorry and shrugged.

"Well, we gave you two as long as we could before we needed to check up on Namjoon, make sure he was actually safe. He didn't use any code words or text, so we didn't think he was hurt, but you never know," Heechul shrugged.

Taehyung was both offended that anyone would think he would hurt Namjoon, and impressed that they apparently had a system for keeping the Omega safe.

 "Alright, so we'll review the footage if you're still serious about working with us, Taehyung," Heechul starts. "We'll send you the original copy once we do and delete what we have of it. It's a first mating and we aren't so heartless that we'd try to sell that unless you'd agreed to do it live or something. Then, we can figure out some sort of plan for your work. I'm assuming you'll only want to work with Namjoon?"

Taehyung nodded vigorously. "Yeah, just him." 

"And are you okay with him filming with others, or does he have to stop now?"

Taehyung frowned at the thought. He hadn’t even thought about that, too caught up in snatching up the Omega himself. But he wasn't some controlling asshole, so he shrugged.

"That's up to him." Namjoon leaned up and kissed his cheek, and Taehyung guessed he must have said something right.

"Hyung, I just want to film with my mate. I'll also be dialing down and only filming on weekends with him," Namjoon answered softly, smiling up at Taehyung.

Heechul sighs but doesn't look very surprised.

"That's alright. Mated pairs still sell really well. Just look and Hoseok and Jimin. We'll have to get another Omega willing to deal with the two of them, though."

"Sorry, hyung," Namjoon frowns.

Heechul pats Namjoon's sex-messed hair, ignoring the low rumbles from the annoyed Alpha next to them.

"It's fine, Joon. Honestly. I knew this was going to happen sooner or later, with either your music or some Alpha stealing you away. I'm happy for you and I wish you both a joyous and fertile mating,” Heechul smirked as he delivered the traditional blessing upon the new couple, snorting when he saw Taehyung’s eyes go dreamy when they landed on the Omega’s slightly distended stomach. 

"For now, let's get you two cleaned up and I'm sure you're starving," Heechul walks towards the people that Taehyung has guessed are his assistants, sending them around in a flurry of activity.

Taehyung suddenly feels a flicker of distress that didn’t belong to him, and Namjoon's sorrowful whimpers finally reach his ears.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

Heechul's gaze pins them both when he hears that, assessing Namjoon carefully. 

"Are you hurt?" 

Namjoon shakes his head and bites his lip like he's embarrassed of something. 

"Don't wanna clean up. Just hand me my clothes."

Taehyung grins, knowing that his Omega is loving being covered in and out with his scent. 

Heechul scowls disdainfully and scrunches his nose at the couple. "The newly mated are disgusting. Fine. No shower. Walk around with cum up your ass for a week, I don't care. At least get dressed."

He flings a pile of clothing that one of his assistants had gathered at the couple, and they hurriedly get dressed - though Taehyung does sneak in a few quick pecks on his giggling Omega.

When they are finally presentable, Heechul and his horde of workers lead them to a buffet table that they keep on set for their employees. Taehyung quickly fills two plates, one completely devoid of vegetables for his mate, and presents it to the waiting Namjoon.

"Thank you for providing for me, my Alpha," Namjoon says cutely as he kisses Taehyung and accepts the plate. 

"If you want to get technical, I provided for you," Heechul huffs as he joins them, setting a steaming cup of black coffee onto an empty spot at the table. 

They soon learn why when a familiar lazy shuffle of a walk echoes behind Taehyung and he leans his head back to smile at Yoongi upside down.

"Hey, hyung." 

"Hey, Taehyungie. You good? Hyung need to knock some sense into anyone for you?"

"Everything is perfect, hyung."

Yoongi nods, granting Taehyung a tiny soft smile. He looked them both over, only showing the slightest surprise at Taehyung's marked neck. Yoongi clutches Taehyung's neck in a slight comforting squeeze as he slides into the seat next to him.

"Where's Jungkookie?" Taehyung asked between bites of cut fruit.

He was thoroughly surprised when Yoongi blushed.

"On a date."

"A date," Taehyung deadpanned, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"With Seokjin."

Taehyung's confusion cleared up quickly and he laughed, knowing that Seokjin was probably already getting the two to dance to his tune.

"Why by himself?"

"Didn't want to overwhelm him with the both of us right away. Kook's meeting him for lunch. I'm taking him to dinner."

"And dessert?"

Yoongi's blush darkened, and he tried to hide it by taking a long sip of his coffee.

Finally, he shrugged nonchalantly. "Dunno. Guess we'll see."

Like he knew they were talking about him (Taehyung wasn't so sure he didn't. He was certain Seokjin was otherworldy somehow), Seokjin sent him a text at that moment. Apparently, Taehyung was being ordered to come to dinner the following weekend with his new mate.

The text continued to say that Seokjin would be introducing "his two mates" as well, so Taehyung was to dress his best and bring some wine. The Alpha chuckled and showed the text to Yoongi, who promptly choked on his coffee. As he laughed, a warm hand snuck its way into his own.

Taehyung glanced over at his mate, the two of them smiling fondly at each other as the conversation around them filtered into background noise. 

"Can I take you home?" Namjoon nodded enthusiastically and jumped up, pulling Taehyung towards the exit.

In the end, Taehyung ended up being ravished in Namjoon's own bed as they somehow ended up at his place instead. He supposed it had something to do with nesting and heat, but Taehyung didn't care.

Because anywhere Namjoon is was home.

[hayjeon]

Young and Beautiful [M] (ft. Jimin)

→ greatgatsby!au angst, mentions of smut/murder, slight fluff → 12.6k (oneshot)  → Drabble | Story Talk [fin]

“For a moment, all of earth and heaven held its breath as they witnessed a man who’d loved so fiercely, so unconditionally and thoroughly that he challenged god. Maybe once, the world had stood at this place, compelled into a trance at the single man who had dared to live so passionately to the greatest of human potential that one could ever comprehend nor desire to understand, faced with the man who’d dared to dream as magnificently as Park Jimin did.” 

A/N: Highly inspired by the drabble, and obviously based very much on the original novel (cr). Thank you so much for reading, I am very very happy with how this turned out and I love love love Park Jimin, this has been in my to-do list for so long…but thank you for being patient :) 

When you met Jimin years ago, it was as young children, during one fateful day your chauffeur was late for the first time in your life and you were standing underneath the overhang of the front porch of your private school. 

It was raining pitifully that day, the sky in hues of dark gray and blue instead of the normal gold when the doors of the stiff school opened up towards the end of the day. Children adorned in silk and lace gingerly raced down the marble steps of the school, careful to avoid getting mud or rain on their expensive clothes in fear of their mothers or maids scolding them for being careless. Similarly, you cowered under the overhang, warily watching as other children from other schools laughed and screamed as they splashed into the puddles with their boots, undisturbed that their clothes were getting wet or muddy, but with pure joy and happiness adorning their faces as they played along with each other on their walk home. 

Your fingers itched to join them, but the stiffness of the collar on your dress prevented you from stepping out from the protection of the cement overhang. Suddenly, a boy appeared next to you, eyes glinting with mischievousness and pure innocence simultaneously, and he held a small umbrella over the both of you. 

“Wanna play?” he asked.

You shifted on the little heels your mother had dressed you in, contemplating his question. Seeing your hesitance, he smiled and grabbed your hand, to which you gasped, “I’m Jimin, and those are my friends! Let’s go splash in the puddles!” And he yanked you down the steps, but you went willingly. 

And you don’t recall much more of that day, besides the warm memory of being chilled down to your underdress with the rain and the image of your clothes becoming stained with the dark brown of the mud puddles. You remember Mr. Kim almost fainting when he drives up frantically to see you in a state like he’s never seen before, smiling a smile of a thousand watts that brightens up the stormy sky and a blush in your cheeks like he’d never seen before in all the years he served your family. 

Without a word, he retrieved a towel from the car before wrapping you up in it, shaking Jimin’s hand as he returned the umbrella, and drove you home. Your mother was much too fond of the sweet, old Mr. Kim to give him any words about your state, but behind closed doors, you remembered being spanked harder than she’d ever spanked you before. 

But nevertheless, the memory of your first meeting with Jimin was an unforgettable one, at the least. 

One encounter morphs into two, three, and countless ones as the two of you sneak off after both your schools end to go exploring in the streams and catch tadpoles and dragonflies, or to huddle in the corner of the library and giggle as you read books together. Your mother never spoke of him again, and you doubted she knew, for the kind Mr. Kim always winked at Jimin whenever he picked you up from your escapades and never spoke a word of your friendship to anyone else in the household. 

When you first inquired of your mother’s aversion to children like Jimin, Mr. Kim had taken you aside and quietly sat you down with a warm hand on your shoulder. “My dear, your mother is just worried because you are a child of old money.” 

“What’s old money? Like wrinkled money?” You asked. 

He smiled, the lines in his eyes showing. “Yes, dear. Old, wrinkled, money, like me.” 

“But why is that bad? I like playing with you, Mr. Kim! Even if you’re old.” 

He smiles again, sadness dancing around the crows feet on his eyes. “Sometimes, dear, we must play with our respective ages. Your mother just wants you to do that.” 

Despite the darker and weighty burden of his words, he’d given you a wink and continued to keep your friendship with Jimin a secret from your parents until the day he retired. 

The last time you saw Jimin was at the party that your father threw for the generals and the high class men who were respective enough to go to war themselves rather than pay someone to do it. Jimin, now old enough to serve, had showed up with the same smile, eyes crinkling at the sweetness of his gaze, lips curving into the mischievous curl, but this time, instead of his usual slacks and shirt, he was wearing a uniform. 

“Y/N,” he’d promised you. “I’ll come back, and I’ll make enough money and enough wealth so that we can live together, just you and me.” He’d kissed you that night, the two of you hidden away in the rose garden filled with flowers of pink and red, lips moving against yours and hands gripping yours. He’d silently slipped on a simple band of silver onto your fourth finger, and had left with the entourage. You showed up to the send off, grinning and waving to what others thought was your brother, but actually you met eyes with your first love, grinning and waving at you back from the ship. 

For the days following that, you wrote him letters, pages filled with talk of your days and the bore of the classes you had to finish. But they were never returned. Daily for months after his departure you checked your mailbox, staring longingly at the empty tin, before trudging back to your home. He never wrote back. 

And then years passed, the dozens of letters were never responded to, the war raged on, and finally came to an end. You remember running out from the car to greet the entourage of men coming triumphantly back from the war, flags and rifles glinting in the sunlight for all to see. But your starlight was nowhere to be found. You had skirted the edges of the group, darting around and scrambling to catch a glimpse of Jimin, but he’d disappeared. When you returned to your home that night, you sent your trusted friend to go find out what happened to Jimin, and he’d reported back quietly that Park Jimin had gone Missing in Action. 

You remember crying and sobbing so hard that your father almsot sent you to the hospital. No one knew of your relationship with Jimin, except Mr. Kim who was wheeled down the hall into your room to give you a reassurring hug. You kneeled next to his wheelchair, head buried in his lap and his hands stroking your hair as your first love ended once and for all. 

The days following that night were neither living nor dying for you. The days were filled with bleakness and a loss of hope for everything that mattered. Food became less of a priority and doctors were sent to your house one by one to diagnose you as “clinically depressed.” The words didn’t matter. 

He was your sun, your source of happiness in the bleak life of manners and strict rules of your household. But there was still that break in between your worlds, the difference between the old money your family came from and the farmer lifestyle he came from. 

He dressed in boots and jeans and rode a horse effortlessly without a saddle while you were dressed every morning by servants who adorned your neck in pearls and your waist in laces and silks of every kind. He knew how to create traps and work the fields like no other, while your fingers were forced to tinker on the keys of the piano under the watchful eye of a mean instructor or grasp a teacup with only two fingers with your pinky held up in the air. 

His school was bright, filled with children who had no care in the world besides to enjoy their childhoods, while your days in your bleak private school were filled with perfect lines and perfect pencils and perfect children who were just waiting for the perfect opportunity to rat out their father’s enemy’s daughter. It was filled with rivalry and gossip, and you remembered trying your hardest to stay out of it all. 

When he kissed you for the first time, you remember it so distinctly. He’d taken you to the stream you’d often frequented as little children. Now your legs were a bit longer, your balance a bit better than the toddler limbs back then, as he guided you to leap across the rocks to find a clearing where fireflies were twinkling amongst roses. Mr. Kim was waiting for you two off on the road, but had given you another wink, indicating he’d wait. 

Jimin’s lips were like pillows against your own, soft and sweet at the same time, caressing yours for a moment before teasing and nipping at your lower lips. When you’d mewled for more, he’d giggled and wrapped you up in his arms, the scent of him filling your head as you reached up to wrap your arms around him as well. That felt like so long ago, as you mulled over the silver band on your finger. So was the time you both lost your innocence together, nestled in the soft sheets of the small apartment he invited you over into. Fingers were imprinted into virgin skin and names sang into darkness.

It was too risky to go out and try to find Jimin, because then your entire family would know of your relationship with him and would probably go incredible lengths to destroy him and keep him away from you. You would have to wait, and see. 

But reality is definitely less kind, and months pass as Jimin becomes a distant memory as your family rushes you into the wedding halls and your body is adorned with silks and laces and chiffon that chokes your esophagus. But you just turn the sides of your lips up in a hopeless smile, hoping to god that one day the chiffon will be tight enough to actually take away your breath once and for all. Your feet, cramped in those tight little heels, walks themselves up to the altar, where he waits, with a gentle smile on his face in the wedding of the century. The ring that Jimin once slid on your finger is forgotten, lost in the movement of your property into Namjoon’s home, and the bareness on your finger is later dressed with an opulent diamond that blinds you and weighs down your hand, rooting you to the ground with proof of the change of your last name to Kim. And proof cements itself into the headlines of the newspapers, reporting of the wedding that came and went with such pomp and circumstance, the entire country had wished to be part of it. 

And months bleed into years, and suddenly the name of Park Jimin is no longer a warm, enticing memory, but instead a distant dull light from a candle glowing behind your eyelids as you watch your daughter fall asleep. You sometimes catch yourself gazing off into the distance at the kitchen table, the distractions of your screaming daughter and silent husband no longer significant. But you can never pinpoint what it is that exactly draws you in and out of your moments, maybe its the change in temperature, you think. 

In the year that your daughter is old enough to go to school, a mysterious neighbor moves in across the bay. You often sat on your garden, in silence with nothing to do, just simply watching as men and women scurried in and out of the mansion with furniture so opulent the glint of the gold could be seen from here. Yours and Namjoon’s mansion was lavish, of course. His servants had spent years maintaining the rolling hills. Emerald green grass from the entrance of the garden to the front door step to the pristine marble walls of the manor was kept in perfect condition, trimmed to identical tidiness. Even vines that crawled up the exposed brick walls were kept under a watchful eye of aesthetically pleasing patterns. Flowers blossoming in explosions of reds, pinks, yellows are organized by meticulous color arrangements, careful hands ready to snip away the flowers that have mated with eachother and produced others of oranges and purples.

You determine that your life is somewhat like these flowers. So sheltered, prevented from interaction with the outside world, unable to share and unable to receive. Hands were at beck and call, ready to snip away any distraction or any temptation away from your life with ease and without regret. 

A servant calling your name draws you out of your thoughts and you turn, angling the large hat on your head upwards so you can see what she was animatedly talking about. 

“Miss! You have mail!” She runs up to you, a fluttering white card nestled in her fingers. Her tone of surprise matches yours, as Namjoon tended to read through all the mail and didn’t feel the need to leave any of them to you unless directly signed and directed towards you. However, your lack of friendships past these walls resulted in a lack of any embossed papers intended for you. 

“It’s addressed to Mrs. and Mr. Kim. A first, milady,” She whispers, “that someone be addressin’ it to ya first, instead of it bein’ Mr. and Mrs. Which is why I brought it to ya, first thing.” She winks, and you give her a gentle smile as you follow her into the house. She takes your hat as you pass it to her, and you take a seat on the couch gingerly, afraid to know the contents in the letter. 

It’s an expensive thing, you notice, after years of learning calligraphy and the proper writing techniques, you recognize the thick fabric of the paper and its quality. There’s a gold ribbon that encircles the paper and you grasp the end and unravel it slowly. It unfolds to reveal neat, but perfect lettering. 

A cordial invitation to Mrs. and Mr. Kim of the northern aisles to a housewarming party to be held on the 14th, of April. 

Below the curvy lettering is a loopy signature, JM. 

You frown as you turn the letter over in your hands, and then back to the face as you scrutinize the address. Clearly, it was the new neighbor, for there were not many other estates in the area because Namjoon had purchased practically everything on this corner of the island for some peace and quiet he’d called it. But it was odd that he’d invite the both of you in the manner he did, addressing the Mrs. first. You waved it off as a oddity, assuming that the mysterious neighbor had originated from someplace else that was better than this bitter hell, where women had names and rights and all the other jazz you could only dream about. 

Namjoon wasn’t possessive. Well, not completely. Sure, he hated when you tried to do anything out of the house, and absolutely seethed when you touched anything in his office. Any news of his work in the steel industry, you only heard in whispers from your maids, and any news of the towns people you were able to sneak into your daily routine when he was away at work and you were able to steal a page or two from the daily news. It was fine, for you. He never pressured you into doing anything, and never pried into your life. He never forced you into sleeping with him and never did anything to intrude on your activities within the home. And you deemed it better than nothing. 

But still, you longed for freedom, to go past these walls and return to the babbling streams near your estate and feel the cool water slide past your palms. You wished to put on the pants that Namjoon despised and go hiking up to the mountain that separated your estate from the rest of the city. To go and place your hands on the firm oaks that cleared the air that rose from the industries past the mountain was your deepest desire. 

But as Namjoon crumples up the invitation in his hands and refuses to attend such a “menial party from an even less important man,” you retreat to your room and lay on the expensive threads, hoping that one day someone, or something will arrive to end this all. 

And weeks later you receive what you ask for, a call from your distant cousin, Taehyung, ringing into the quiet estate and disrupting the silence you were sitting in. 

“Hello, this Mrs. Kim speaking.” 

The voice sounds confused at the end. “Uh, I’d like to speak to Y/N? This is Taehyung, her cousin.” 

Your eyes round as you cup the receiver of the phone to your mouth. “My god, is this Taehyung?” Your eyes go round as a smile comes slowly onto your lips, “Tae! I’ve missed you terribly, where have you been?” 

You hear the recognition in his voice. “Y/N! Jesus, when I heard the ‘Mrs. Kim’ in the phone it was quite odd. Sorry I couldn’t recognize you. But, grandfather sends his regards.” 

“Ah, I miss him so much too. Please tell him I’m well and that I’ll visit him when I get the chance.” 

“Gosh, it’s been four, five years since you last visited? What has Namjoon been keeping you locked there for?” 

You laugh quietly, eyes darting around to see if there were any servants near who might hear. Namjoon had eyes everywhere. “How are you, my dear cousin?” 

“Ah, noona, college was a wild experience. The parties, the drinks, the women.” He gushes, and you giggle in response, relieved that he didn’t dwell too much on his previous question. “But father is sending me back to the coast to learn a little bit more about his railroad business and asked me to call you since he knows your husband has got some connections on your side of the country.” 

You nod slowly, unsure of how to respond. Namjoon didn’t like when you dealt with his business matters, but probably would be more than apathetic to your family’s requests on these matters. It was what made you two betrothed in the first place, anyway. “Hm,” you hum, curling the cord of the phone around your fingers, “I can bring it up to Namjoon tonight. When are you thinking of coming?” 

“Uh, actually, I’m about an hour away from your home. We stopped quickly at a rest stop for a break, and I believe father has already asked your father to give Namjoon a call. Your husband didn’t tell you?” 

You frown, pursing your lips. The only words Namjoon spoke to you today was just a curt “Good morning,” and “See you at dinner,” when he’d woken up and left the house for work, respectively. But you couldn’t tell Taehyung that. “Ah, he must’ve forgotten to mention it, he’s been quite busy with his work lately.” 

You can practically see the frown on Taehyung’s handsome face as he responds, “Ah…I see. Well, anyways, just wanted to give you a heads up. I’ll be there soon.” You smile and bid him a safe rest of the trip as you scramble up and call your maids to help you tidy up. There isn’t much, since there was an ensemble of meticulous men and women who worked diligently to keep the estate in pristine condition, but you wanted it to be perfect. It had been a while since you had visitors. 

An hour later, exactly as Taehyung had predicted, the sound of tires on the pavement ring throughout your house and you leap towards the double doors and throw them open. There stands your cousin, looking as sweet as ever as you throw your arms around him. He grunts and hugs you back with a chuckle, commenting at how thin you’d gotten and how short you still were. 

You ignore the comment about your weight and ruffle his hair. There was a time when Taehyung and you were close, enjoying eachothers company without a worry. But school had come and then your marriage, and you were shipped off to the coast without ever being able to bid him properly goodbye. But it felt warm and comforting to know that someone you knew and loved was here with you in the flesh. 

You lead him into the estate and he takes a quiet look around. The walls are blindingly white, and you’d opened the windows to let some natural light in, the curtains flowing and fluterring in the new gushes of air from the ocean. The view from the living room was the best in the house, the water glittering with unspoken promise of freedom and the sun blaring down on the hillscapes without any shame. Taehyung whistled lowly, gasping at the scene. “You and Namjoon must be quite happy here, it’s a beautiful estate.” He muttered. 

You turn around and greet his agape look with a blissful smile. Sighing, you nod and join him in looking out over the view. “It is, isn’t it? Absolutely breathtaking.” 

But as you train your eyes on the view, Taehyung’s eyes draw carefully over to you, his ears not missing out on the fact that you manage to avoid every snippet of conversation regarding your husband. 

He knows of the talk around town. He knows that the wedding was delayed for some reason and knows that as soon as the both of you retreated to your honeymoon to the southern aisles for what everyone expected would be a blissful week, Namjoon was caught drunk driving with a half-naked prostitute from the area. The headlines were only merely dampened out, but Taehyung was a well-read man who kept up to with the newspapers that were on his street. He’d seen the pictures that disappeared without a trace the next day, and had kept it in his mind. He knew that you avoided it like the plague, possibly actually having forgotten about it in an attempt to protect yourself. 

From a young age, you were a creature like he’d never met before. Silent, wary, and never able to really relax in any situation, you were like a little dove, trembling at the sight of others, for you were always prey, and never a predator. The only person he’d ever seen you relax around was Park Jimin, but the name was forbidden in the household. Only his grandfather had dared to sneer it once at the dinner table, and after some research and some low conversations with the kind elderly man that used to butler you, him, and the other young children in your household, he’d discovered that Park Jimin was your old lover. 

He’d refrained from asking you, for you were a kind of person who retreated into her memories and picked and chose what you desired most and threw away the rest like the clothes you wore or the jewelry on your wrists. So he refuses your insistance on staying over for dinner, reluctant to have to make conversation with your husband, and retreats to the small cabin he’d rented out. The owner of the small cabin, amongst many other estates around this area of town, was someone who went by the name, Park. 

Park was the only one around here who managed enough money to be able to buy out the land and rent it out, in contrast to Namjoon who bought the land to keep for himself and to accumulate his growing treasure. 

So instead of having to resort to a room in the Kim household, Taehyung holds his head high as he settles in the small cottage, and revels in the cleanliness and gorgeous designs. And it’s only weeks later when he’s able to figure out how the updated kettle works, a knock rings on his door and he opens the small brass door of the mailbox to find a perfectly embossed invitation to a party happening next weekend. 

So he collects himself and the invitation, delighted at being able to collect for himself some company besides you and your husband, and makes his way over to the Park estate. As the sun draws closer to the hills and casts a glow over the corner of the island, everything explodes with color. 

As the streetlights blink on and as he approaches the entrance of the estate, cars whiz by with dozens of scantily clad women in gaudy jewels and feathers. Already, he can hear the booming music echoing from the estate, and one by one, spotlights flicker on to cast a soft glow over the windows and light up the entrance in brilliant color. Taehyung stumbles as he gets closer, being pushed and shoved by the other people, and is astonished to find that there is no one guarding the door, and no one checking for invitations. His helpless show of the embossed card in his hand is greeted by a knowing smile from one of the servers, one that a mother gives a young child, and he clicks his tongue. 

“You here to see the host?” The waiter asks, pouring a skillful martini. 

Taehyung nods, tucking the invitation into his coat pocket. “Yes! I’ve received an invitation and all, but seems like no one else is here to see him.” 

The man shakes his head. “No one here knows who Park is. I’m only here for this party, and the next party that’ll happen next weekend. You’re not in luck today, brother. Word is that Park never shows himself during these parties.” 

Taehyung thanks the man and reluctantly takes the time to observe the inside of the mansion. While yours was a pristine white diamond that he dared not touch, Park’s was an estate that exploded with color. There were millionaires drinking from diamond goblets with their blonde eye candies on their arms, beautiful dancers hanging from silks suspended from the ceiling, men of multiple color blowing into their trumpets that exploded with scintillating sound, heiresses comparing their inheritances with eachother on the tiny manmade beach, husbands silently slinking away from the crowd into a secluded corner with their mistress’s hands in tow, film stars flirting with the hollywood directors near the fountain of chocolate and champagne, and governers and gangsters clinking glasses with eachother on the banisters. 

It was like a heaven Taehyung had never seen before and he stumbles, as the drinks go one by one past his throat, upstairs, mumbling “I’m looking for Park” over and over again as he brushes past men and women that he’d never seen before in his life. When suddenly, he’s crashing too hard and much too fast into a shoulder that sends him tumbling back, and almost back down the stairs in his drunken state, if not for the arm that shoots out and grabs him back into some sort of stability. 

“My god, are you alright?” 

The voice that inquires of Taehyung is one of grounding softness, murmured amidst the roaring laughter of the partygoers, clinking glasses and shoes, brass screams of the trombones, and the booming sound of dancing feet. But it is clear and strong, and registers in Taehyung’s drunken ears as well as some others as they glance around their shoulders momentarily to catch a glimpse of the man. 

“I’m looking for Park,” Taehyung manages to mumble out, gripping his brow in concentration as the ground sweeps up towards him and then back again, in waves like the ocean, and he feels an odd sensation crawling up in his throat. 

“Why are you looking for him?” 

“I was invited!” The end of his sentence shooting high as he stumbles to grip onto the banister for some balance. He whips out the invitation and waves it haphazardly towards the voice, his eyes closed in an attempt to prevent himself from feeling the overwhelming urge to throw up, again. “But I can’t find the host.” 

“Are you Kim Taehyung?” the voice inquires, and Taehyung frowns and opens his eyes inquisitively to question the man in front of him. There are three men, all looking identical and Taehyung blinks as they merge into one. A handsome man, dressed in an impeccable black suit and with even darker hair. His voice is clear yet husky, a voice that can thunder through halls and whip men into salute, but also one that can soothe a crying child into restful sleep, or convince a man to give up his entire savings. 

He is of quite lean figure, a tad bit smaller than Taehyung himself, but still stands taller nonetheless in his sheer aura. The confidence in which he stands borders on almost hilarious, and even in his drunken state, he notices that the way Park holds himself in stance, from the way his fingers curl around the crystal of his glass, to the way he stoops down to rest an assuring hand on Taehyung’s shoulder, seems like its calculated with great care. 

But on his face is a smile that grounds Taehyung and whips him out of his pool of drunken movements. It’s a gentle smile that reaches his eyes and endearingly brings Taehyung back to the two years he had to spend in the army, as he responds, “I’m Park.” 

And then everything fades to black. 

Taehyung wakes the next day, a frown immediately gracing his features as he groans and gets up from the bed he’s laying on. It’s surprisingly his own, for he does not recall making it back to his estate, but the letter on his kitchen table explains how Park had assigned some men to deliver Taehyung safely back to his cottage. And amongst the explanations is another invitation, this time in perfect writing as if typed by a typewriter, to a dinner in his estate. And any family or friends of yours residing near the area are free to join as well, He finishes off, signing the letter with a perfect loopy signature of Park.

Taehyung later goes out to dinner with the man who is supposed to be his boss, and they end up in another bar with drinks in their hands. Wary of taking in too much after what had happened last night, he focuses on making conversation with the young man. Not much older than himself, but Hoseok looked quite tired and downtrodden as he drank and drank, his once formal way of speaking fading into a recognizable drawl as he became drunk. 

He finally had the courage to ask, “So what kind of man is Park?” 

“Park?” Hoseok barked, laughing drunkenly, “You know him?” 

Taehyung nods. “I went to his party last night.” 

Hoseok snorts. “Everyone in the entire city goes to his parties. It’s even considered one of the “10 Things to do When You’re in the Aisles.” What do you want to know?” 

“Anything, Hoseok. I’ve hadn’t the slightest clue to what this man is about.” 

“Interesting old chap isn’t he? Wickedly charming, rich like an old geezer, speaks funny.” to which Taehyung nods along as he continues, “Park is a man who recently moved into the aisles a few weeks ago. But he’s filthy rich. Met him once, actually, my sister is friends with someone who used to know him.” 

“Who?” 

“Ah, Hoyoun said it was, Y/N? Ah yes, Y/N. Beautiful girl, hopeless that she ended up marrying and falling in love with that cheating geezer Namjoon.” 

Taehyung balks, “Park knows Y/N?” 

Hoseok nods. “Hoyoun is good friends with her and apparently, her and Park go quite a bits back into history.” 

“Please tell, Hoseok.” 

“Y/N and Park had met long ago and fell in love. But he went to war, and never returned. Only sent one letter to her on the day of her wedding that she burned before anyone could see. And then all of a sudden he moves back and throws these grandeur parties, and we all know that is for her.” 

Taehyung leans in, “What do you mean? Is his name perhaps, Park Jimin?” 

Hoseok purses his lips, “I believe so.” 

Laughing, Taehyung runs his hand through his hair. “What a coincidence!” 

Hoseok faces him with a loud guffaw. “You think this is all coincidence? He bought that house for her, specifically structured it to face her estate, throwing these outrageous parties with even more outrageous lights and music hoping that she’d see it and accept his invitations one day and wander in!”

Frowning, Taehyung mutters, “All that for a girl he hasn’t seen in years.” 

Hoseok takes a last swig of his drink before he leans on the counter. 

“No, good friend. All that, for a girl he’s loved for all his life.” 

Taehyung comes to you in a rush, huffing as he warily watches the car that Namjoon is in drive away in the morning towards his work. You greet him with a start, “Taehyung, what brings you here at such an hour?” 

“You need to come with me and have some dinner.” 

You laugh, flitting away from him in a giggle and he reaches out, as if trying to grasp you. But his hand clasps on nothing as you flutter around the living room. “What for? And you could’ve called.” 

He nods, wiping the sweat from his brow. “I could’ve. But I needed to make sure you came! And to do so, I’m here.” You smile at him and chirp happily as you ask your maids to prepare your dress. “Why of course, as long as I’m home before Namjoon gets back. He hates coming home to an empty house.” 

Taehyung bites back his tongue and waits until you’re dressed, and then guides you to the car that Jimin had set aside for you and him to take back to the cottage. You gush, “Taehyung, when did you manage to get this car? It’s gorgeous!” You smooth your hand over the ivory leather, marveling at the luxury. He stutters, “Ah an old friend, uh, let me borrow it.” 

“Borrow?” You inquire with a suspicious smile, but you let it go and get distracted as the car rolls into his driveway. “Oh! You didn’t tell me we were going to the new neighbors home!” 

Taehyung swallows, “Y-yes! He’s a great friend of mine, wanted to invite me and any family over for dinner.” 

You smile at him, touching his hand. “Well, thank you. It’s nice to make new friends.” You quietly step out, neck craning as you take in the estate in all of its glory in front of you. It’s gorgeous, much more lavish than your own. While Namjoon preferred a cleanliness to his estate, refusing to adorn the halls with too many flowers or too many paintings, carefully maintaining the exterior of the manor to exhibit the same aesthetic, this one was different. 

It’s gardens were extremely lavish, bushes cut into intricate designs and looking over the busty maze and fountain in the center. Shoots and streams of water shoot ten feet into the air and fall down in perfect synchrony along with the delightful smell of roses from the rose garden. The estate itself is painted a gorgeous hue of ivory, one that glints in the sun and casts a beautiful reflection on the water when the sun goes down, a scene that you’d watched countless times back across the bay. 

But then, your eyes fall on the vast double oak doors that are wide open in the middle of the house, and your heart leaps through your chest. 

There stands Jimin, trembling as you are, staring at you with wide eyes. His mouth falls open, those thick pillowy lips parting to reveal pearly white teeth, his perfect chin falling as his eyes swipe over to your figure in his garden. 

You are the image of a perfect fairy, dressed in your white pearly dress, in your little heels, stepping over the carefully selected cobblestones up towards his door. And he feels himself fall, deeper and horribly, hopelessly in love with you all over again. Neither of you notice Taehyung step away to give you both some privacy as you ascend the steps and he descends as you meet together in silence, years of unspoken histories clashing in violent silence as you stare into each other’s eyes. 

You recognize him underneath all the clothes, the perfection. You see glimpses of him smiling at you at the creek where he first kissed you, his hand around yours as he pulls you laughing into the group of his friends who accept you and don’t hesitate to jump in the mud puddles, the shy smiles and glimpses in between classes, and the feeling of the band around your finger. And it all comes rushing back in brutal and uncontrollable urgency as he grasps your hand in his and pulls you close. 

Jimin knew as he pressed his lips to yours and hesitantly caressed your pillowy flesh with his own, that he had forever succumbed to everything he desired not to submit to. He was now a slave to your desires, your dreams, your ignorance. He was at beck and call to whatever you decided, and was unable to say anything as you entered every single part of him. Slowly, he steps back, you following him in blind steps as the double doors of the estate close. 

For even though he knows that the weightiness of your hand in his, the softness of your lips against his own and the gasps you sigh into the night as he ravishes you are all momentary, he knows that he has longed for this moment, every tear and drop of sweat and blood he’s bled out has culminated into this pinnacle of his life. It was the climax, the explosion of color that every writer aspired for, the apex of the building agony and desperation. And he made sure that he carved every moment of it into your lips, against the swell of your bosom and your thighs as he breathes the three words that he’s longed to tell her. 

“I am yours.” 

“How long will you love me, Park Jimin?” you ask, your fingers dusting over the dip of his features, the small finger catching on the long slope of his nose and dipping down to his cupid’s bow and then smoothing over the plump lips. It ends on the bottom of his chin and you tip his head down so you can see his eyes and they gleam with so much promise, promises that declare years of love, a love that passionately grows and is stagnant no matter how old you become. No matter what your husband says, no matter what your parents say.

His fingers wrap slowly around your wrist and his solemn expression doesn’t change, nor glint with its usual flirty playfulness this time as he whispers, “The question is not how long I can love you, but how much I can love you every second we have together.”

“When I’m not pretty and young anymore? When there are new celebrities and young gals who are more beautiful than I am?”

“Those stars are nothing, dear. Nothing compared to the ones I see in your eyes.” He leans over and presses his lips on your fluttering lids, the sheets falling away as he dots soft kisses down your nose and hesitates before succumbing to your lips. You sigh into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as he presses you into the sheets. 

His kisses you desperately, and his hands wander again, trembling over your collarbone and dipping into the crevices there. He sighs when the weight of your breast falls into his hands again and kneads them gently as you return the sigh into his mouth, a breath of his name that has his mind wheeling. His kisses dot lower across your jaw, dragging his lips down your neck and into your shoulder as his fingers dip lower, smoothing over the curve of your hip as he angles your pelvis towards him. Fingertips dance across the skin beneath your bellybutton, testing, memorizing the flesh before they dip lower and swipe over your folds with perfect motions. 

His fingers move inside of you with slow and controlled movements, as if wishing to imprint his fingerprints into your walls, dragging the skin roughly and palming your clit as his fingertips press against the spot inside of you that has you keeling and clutching his shoulders. 

“Faster, Jimin,” You breathlessly moan out as your back arches into his torso. He kisses down, and down, and soon his lips are meeting his fingers as he licks tentatively, then boldly into your wetness as you moan encouragements to him and slip your fingers through his hair. Once he feels your walls clenching on his fingers, he quickly moves up, gathering your legs in his hands and holding them over the crook of his hips as he gently slides into you. 

The both of you let out a unison moan as enters you again that night, and begins to move with desperate desire.

He handles you like delicate glass, as if afraid that if he grips your hips a little too hard, you’ll break and fade away. Afraid that if he moves his length inside you too much your body in his will disintegrate and wash away. So you whisper encouragements into his ear, smoothing a hand down his cheek and meeting his eyes as he tenses above you, reassuring him that you’re real, that this is real. 

And as he embeds himself into your soul, he hopes in his heart that you’re here to stay. Because he knows that he will love you with his entire being for the rest of his life, for as long as he lives. 

When you wake, the double doors of his bedroom are wide open to reveal the bay and the sun glitters down over the water, blinding your eyes as you squint to shield your vision. It’s setting, and casts an ominous pink glow. 

“Sleep well, dear?” Jimin walks in with a cup of fresh coffee and sits on the bed, as you draw up the blanket to cover your chest. He smiles softly at the motion and you politely take the cup from it and take a sip, the bitter liquid washing away your grogginess. 

“What time is it?” 

“Only six o’clock.” You sigh and nod, and he asks, “Is Namjoon gone?” 

“He’s out of town for a business meeting.” 

Jimin smiles, taking the cup from your hand and setting on the nightstand. You throw on your nightgown. “Well then, what are we doing? Get up! I need to show you the house!” 

He sweeps hand towards the doors to his bedroom and they open with a delightful sound as the house is filled with noise. There are servants everywhere, setting up for a party, bustling here and about, as the organs and trumpet players warm up for their gig. 

Men of color are adorning the stands and tapping along to the jazz that thunders throughout the golden halls and women dressed to the nines in color are practicing their spins and kicks as they make sure their lipstick is properly applied. Young girls dressed in gorgeous tiny black flappers made of beautiful little strings of beads that glisten and sparkle with every step flitter here and about as they prepare, and young men dressed in dapper suits are ready to take the coats of all the guests. 

You laugh as Jimin twirls you and runs with you towards the main poolside, and you’re in awe as every inch of the glass walls are decorated with glittering crystals, suspended from clear strings hanging from the ceiling. It’s like you’re encased in your own personal chandelier. Already, the fountain of champagne is flowing and buckets of ice and candies are brought out to decorate the bars. 

Pristine white beach chairs are laid out in parallel order on his personal beach and butlers sweep to and fro to make sure each kernel of sand is in perfect place. A chef stands in a corner, furiously whipping eggs as his assistants scurry about to perfectly plate a cake and a myriad of steaks and sautéed vegetables. 

Jimin stops in the grand hall, and faces you with a wide smile. A little breathless, he pulls you close. “This is all for you. A party, to welcome you back. It’s in your honor my dear.” 

He sweeps around the hall, gesturing grandly to everything. “Dancers, music, actresses, directors! I even had a game room created, with darts, the ones you’re so good at! This is all yours!” 

You giggle as he twirls you again into his arms. “Is this really all for me?” 

You are his everything.

His house. It used to be a drab thing. Despite the specks of gold paint that lavishes the stair rails and the fractals of the opulent chandeliers, it was once dark and cold. But you enter it and it blossoms in color and in joy and warmth, and he never wants to leave it.

His mind. Even as he forces himself to walk into the car and close the door before casting a look at your forlorn figure watching him from the window, he is filled with thoughts of you. He thinks about how you will slowly retrieve your clothing and place it back on your body–a ritual that he had reversed so many times–and you will apply your red lipstick and slowly make your way down the steps with your slender limbs that draw scars into his heart and step into your own car. He’s wrapped up in the thought that you will return to your manor, walk up to the huge white double doors that do nothing to conceal the brokenness and corruption within, and slowly lift your hands to pat the disgusting abhorrent back of your husband.

His body. His heart clenches whenever he glances at the magnificent ring on your left finger and chooses to ignore it, instead lavishing you with bouquets of flowers and clothes and things that will occupy your hands so he is saved from the pain of having to witness the damn thing. His lower stomach clenches whenever his eyes sweep across the simplest things: your wrists as they balance the most delicate jewels, your jaw that hooks your hair that you’ve kept long, the flash of skin that hints from underneath your fur coat and beneath your short little black sequined dress.

“Yes, my dear. All for the girl I’ve loved for all my life.”

Months pass, and you steal away into the home whenever Namjoon steps out for work, and silently rush back into the house and goes to bed before Namjoon can see you when he walks in. 

But the odd behavior goes unnoticed by the man of the house, as the disheveled clothes and the odd scent of perfume on Namjoon’s coat indicate as he hands it to his butler. Well, it is obvious that the man fails to read the papers, as words of Park’s dimly lit mansion and end to his parties hit the headlines of the gossip column, and any man in the estate can catch the moony looks you and Jimin cast at eachother in the gardens, see the news, and put two and two together. 

But of course, the man of the house stays ignorant as ever, and you and Jimin get a moment longer in your bliss. 

“You need to tell Namjoon,” Jimin whispers to you as he cradles your head into the crook of his neck, the soft sound of organs whispering through the dance hall of his extravagant home. 

You sway in slow agony, unable to respond. “I-I, I would like to hear a different song.” Jimin nods to the butler and the music changes instantly into something more upbeat, but your movements with eachother stay the same. He presses a hand to your cheek and you look up at him with tears in your eyes. “Y/N,” He whispers, repeating the name over and over in his lips as he presses his forehead to yours. 

“Imagine it just you and me, here in this palace with all of this, just enjoying our lives together, husband and wife.” 

“It sounds beautiful.” 

“We’ll go back to your parents house, tell them we’ve been in love, and I’ll pay for the wedding, the largest wedding anyone could’ve ever seen, with beautiful flowers and champagne and music, wouldn’t you like that?” 

“Of course, Jimin.” 

“We can come back to this house, make it ours, and spend the rest of our days just like this.” 

You don’t respond, closing your eyes as he continues. “You must tell Namjoon. Tell him you never loved him. Tell him you love me.” 

“I do love you Jimin.” 

“Then tell him.” 

“Ah, its a little hot in here, Jimin, mind taking me to the library?” You break away from him, a fluttering hand on your chest as you head towards where the towering bookcases are nestled into the walls of the area. You scurry towards a desk, and you sit down, unable to meet his eyes. 

For the idea of his paradise, the dream that he’s built for you and him since the moment you two had met, from the moment he decided that he was yours, is so enticing it could convince an angel to give up her wings. It promised lights, joy, love. 

He kneels before you, grounding your shaking hands in his and meeting your tearful eyes with his soft gaze. “My dear, I have loved you for so long. You must tell him.” 

“Why did you leave me Jimin?” 

The question is startling enough to make Jimin pause in his requests. “Pardon?” 

“Where were you for the past seven years? What about my letters, m-my pictures, the postcards, what were you doing? Where did this money come from? Why don’t we just run away? F-from all of this.” 

“I-I don’t understand why you’re asking all of a sudden. Well, to begin I,” he smoothes back his hair, “I went to war and I decided that I needed to become successful to marry you so I had to stay away so that I wouldn’t be distracted, by, by you!” When you don’t respond, he briskly walks towards a section of the library and pulls an album from the bookcase. 

He sets in front of you on the table and opens it with shaking hands. “L-look, dear, I’ve saved every single notecard, every single letter and cherished it. H-here is the newspaper clippings of when you married Namjoon, of when butler Kim passed away and your family gave him the proper respects.” He points to a picture of the dear old man on the yellowing pages. “And here are my responses. Every time,” he kneels again and grips your hand, “every time I received a letter I wrote you one back. And I couldn’t bear to send them to you because I didn’t want anyone to find them and blame you for it. Because if anyone were to blame, it’s me.” 

Closing the book, he nestles you in his arms, perching you on top of his lap as he sits on the table. “Dear, I love you to the moon and back and I would pluck the stars out of the sky for you. But we can’t live the life we’ve always wished for if you don’t tell Namjoon you’ve never loved him. You need to end it.” 

And you silently wrap your arms around his neck and draw him into a kiss, and the album clatters to the floor. 

But Jimin is hopelessly unknowing of the reality that maybe, just maybe, the life he’d planned for the both of you wasn’t anything close to reality. 

“Why do you think I asked you to come to my party?” 

“Sorry?” Taehyung chokes on his drink and Jimin smiles as he waits for the younger man to calm down. “Pardon?” 

“Why do you think I invited you personally to the party, good friend?” 

Taehyung doesn’t know if it’s a trick question. “To see Y/N, is it not?” 

“It is.” Jimin takes a sip of his drink. “Did you mind?” 

Taehyung hesitates, choosing his words carefully. “No, I do what makes my cousin happy. And I’ve seen how much happiness you bring her, ever since we were young.” 

Jimin meets his gaze, his legs crossed as he sets his glass down. His posture is one of professional grace, but his eyes glimmer with the obvious spark of curiosity. “Is she really happy? Do you think?” 

“Well, I can’t say much, since I’ve never actually been too close to her. But yes, from what I’ve seen, she’s happy.” 

Jimin slumps back against his seat. And now, Taehyung can see the cracks beneath the surface. “Why, Park?” 

“She doesn’t want this,” he gestures towards the ceiling and around the dining room the two men sit in. “She just wants to run away, to forget about it all, to just live as us two.” 

Taehyung quirks a brow as he takes another sip of his whiskey. “Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?”

Jimin sits up with a start. “No! I’ve worked seven years, seven years good friend for this moment. To have her walk up to these doors and declare my love for her and sweep her away and marry her and have the ending I’ve always wanted, what we’ve always wanted.” 

Hesitantly, Taehyung eyes the crystal designs in his glass. “Do you think that’s really what she wants?” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“Jimin, as a friend, I’m telling you, you can’t go back and just hope everything becomes a new reality. You can’t repeat the past.” 

And Jimin’s eyes round in sheer shock and disbelief as he throws his head back in a laugh that echoes throughout the empty halls of the gold mansion. “Hahaha! My dear friend aren’t you a funny one! Why of course you can! Of course you can repeat the past!” He takes a last swig of his drink and gestures towards the house. “This is how I changed myself, my past as a poor traveler’s sons have been changed into a rich man’s adopted heir the moment I befriended that ol’ chap and saved his life that night. I worked hard to accrue even more money for the name than the old man had ever even imagined, and I am as good as old money as Namjoon can ever boast about. In fact, I’m sure I have more, than anyone on this island!” 

Taehyung just smiles as Jimin laughs harder and harder, boasting about his achievements. But the deep ache in his chest doesn’t leave him alone for the rest of the month.

“Where is she?” Namjoon roars as he steps into the estate, a bit earlier than expected n a weekday. He looks annoyed, the collar on his dress shirt unbuttoned and his hair a bit unkempt as he fiddles with his sleeve buttons. But Taehyung’s expression hardens as he catches the flash of red underneath the coat, the stain of lipstick haphazardly wiped away from a rendezvous that he kept as well-hidden as his angry personality. Which wasn’t exactly too discreet. 

“Ah, Taehyung, you were here?” He marches up to the younger man and grabs his collar, lifting him up to his red, angry face. “Is it true?!” He practically screams at Taehyung, “Is it true that she’s been sleeping with Park Jimin?” 

Taehyung is rendered speechless, in shock that the horrible man had discovered your secret. At Taehyung’s silence, Namjoon seethes, “so its true!” 

It occurred to Taehyung that moment that your husband was not as clueless as he’d expected. He throws Taehyung aside, and smoothing a hand over his gelled hair, the angry man briskly barks orders at the butlers to prepare their shiniest car. Taehyung silently slid into the expensive leather seats, and silently waited as Namjoon gruffly takes the wheel. A woman sits in the passenger seat, eyes heavily lined with makeup and tears dribbling down her chin. She is quite the sight, a horribly composed gaudy thing, but she crosses her arms at the sight of Namjoon. Taehyung recognizes her ensemble as the ones secretaries often wear to their work. 

“That imbecile! I did my research on that man, and he is not a respectable one! Lying, calculative, cheating leech!” Namjoon grits out, to no one in particular. Taehyung prevents himself from rolling his eyes at the last comment. How fitting, of the one who cheated first to claim that about Jimin. “He never inherited that old man’s fortune like he said, he’s involved with gamblers! Cheaters, bootleggers, and dishonest, direspectable men!” 

“How dare he meddle with my wife!” The car screeches in front of the impeccable lawn with a soprano squeal, and Namjoon is already stepping out, gritting out, “Aren’t you coming?” 

“Ah, I’d rather stay out here.” Taehyung gives a half-hearted wave. Namjoon huffs and storms up the steps, only stopping angrily to punch a guard in his face and send him toppling down the steps when the worker steps up to prevent the angry man from entering the estate. He yanks the doors open and it opens with a bang. Taehyung warily side-eyes the sniffling woman as she cowers in the corner of the car and chooses to get out, briskly pacing in the front of the house after helping up the guard. 

“Why are you here?” He scoffs down at her. 

She looks up at him, streaks of black running down her cheeks, her hair messy and a bruise looking oddly too similar to a handprint staining her jaw. “H-he told me to break up with him, and I t-told him about the affair. Everyone knew, everyone! You can’t blame me! I just told him what everyone knew!” She wails, and Taehyung lets out a gruff sigh as he paces. 

“I love him, I love him! I love him!” She continues and Taehyung cranes his neck towards the double doors. “I just wanted to see what that bitch looked like! I just kept asking and he-he hit me!” She shrieks, her hysterics becoming more dramatic as she cries. Taehyung tries to ignore her, but he doesn’t notice that she shuffles with something in her hand. 

Namjoon storms down the corridor, scoffing at the gaudy gold detailing of the house, unbuckling the cuff links and untying his necktie. Glaring towards where he hears music, he briskly walks towards the grand hall and finds you and Jimin, sitting at a table enjoying a bottle of wine together in front of wide open windows that let in a breeze that rocks the curtains back and forth. 

“What is going on here?!” He roars, and you stand from the table with a gasp. Jimin’s steely look meets Namjoon’s angry one and the latter storms up with an accusing finger and a red face, grabbing his collar as he yanks him up from his chair. 

“You take me as a fool?” Namjoon is inches away from Jimin’s face as he shakes in fury. “I let you buy land, throw these parties and invite my friends and family over to your estate only for you to sleep with my wife?!”

“Namjoon, stop!” You wail, clinging to his sleeve, and trying desperately to pry him off Jimin’s collar. But he shakes you off. 

“You despicable, dishonest, thieving rat!” Namjoon roars. Turning to you clinging onto his arm again, he grabs you by the shoulders and shakes you. “Why are you with this fool? Don’t you see? All this, all the parties, the cars, the money? He’s a thief, Y/N! You’ve been sleeping with a thief!” You wail harder as he jerks you back and forth. 

Jimin cuts in, pushing Namjoon roughly off your body with a gritted voice. “Get off of her.” He protectively holds you behind him as Namjoon’s fist clenches as he sees the sight of you cowering behind Jimin. “Tell him, Y/N,” He says, addressing you as he stares down Namjoon, “Tell him you never loved him, that you’ve always loved me.” 

You’re rooted as your lips tremble and you can’t speak. At your silence, Jimin’s voice gets a little louder. “Tell him! Tell him you don’t love him! Tell him!” 

Your lip trembles as Namjoon straightens up, his shoulders squaring from the offensive stance he was in as he witnesses the warfare in your eyes. A cocky smile gracing his features, he throws his head back in gaudy laughter. “Ha! She can’t say it!” 

Jimin turns and faces you, cradling your trembling face in his hands and wiping your tears and whispering encouragements in your ear. “I love you dear, I love you. We can do this, we just need to tell him, you just need to tell him you love me.” 

You meet his eyes and they have so much promise, so much love, looking at you the way every girl wants to be looked at. “I-I love you,” you choke out in a soft whisper, but it’s enough for Namjoon’s eyes to narrow as Jimin faces him with a smirk. 

“You see? She loves me, she’s loved me since the moment we met and has loved me ever since. Even when she married you! Even when she put on that ring, she’s loved me and she’s never loved you! Isn’t that right darling?” He again doesn’t face you and only stares down at Namjoon with a tight lip as his hand curls around your wrist. 

But the fingers that once traced patterns and galaxies and promises of tomorow into your skin is clutching your skin tightly, too tightly and it hurts so much, stings too much. It’s curling around your throat, choking out your voice and springing up new tears and you can’t say it, you can’t bring yourself to say it because the horrible reality is that those fingers, no matter how many parties they throw or bank accounts they thumb through, belong to the hands of a man who was nothing but a poor, lost boy. 

“I…I-I’ve loved him once.” You whisper, and Jimin turns to you with a truly confused expression, one that melds into shock and then disbelief. He only stares at you as Namjoon narrows his eyes at you and sneers, “Only once? Even when I bought you those pearls? Even when I carried you so your new shoes wouldn’t get dirty? Even when I saved you from the dreadful home of yours?!” He roared, and you can’t help but tighten your lips. 

“Answer him, Y/N.” Jimin’s voice is quiet and his gaze on you is so sad, that you for once muster up some courage and finally say the truth. Something you haven’t done in a long, long time. 

“I-I loved him too.” 

“What?” He whispers, and his face is so crestfallen you scramble to smooth your fingers over the lines in his brow, whispering, “Jimin, I love you to the stars and back, but I loved him too, I can’t say that I didn’t love him because i did, and you were gone and I–” 

You falter as the realization hits him and he stumbles back, tripping over a chair and falling down to the floor loudly. You shriek and scamper over to his side to help him up, but Namjoon takes the moment to bask in his triumph. “Hear that?” He laughs loudly as he stares down at the both of you. “She said she loves me!” 

“You’re right, Y/N! You know, I always returned to you, always came back for you. You know I loved you, even when I left, even with the other women, I had to come back for you.” When you can’t respond but just angrily glare up at him in tears, Namjoon directs his gaze onto Jimin and sneers, “Bet she couldn’t get away from all of this. She only kneels for me, only comes begging for me. You think you own her? Ha! You should see the way she cries when she comes for me over and over. Nobody knows her body like I do, no one can gift her such beautiful little things like I do!” 

“Little whore, did you think you’d ever be able to run away? You belong to me, you’re my wife and the moment I convinced your greedy little parents to give me you, you are my property and you don’t do anything unless I let you. This little affair is over.” 

Jimin’s breath grows shorter and shorter as his nostrils flare with every angry word Namjoon spits out, and his chest heaves as his face gets redder and redder. With the last word, Namjoon reaches out for your arm and Jimin roars as he lunges forwards and tackles the taller man in a fit of rage. He screams as he pummels his fists into the man’s face, red and so much heat in his vision as he sees nothing but the desire to end this once and for all. 

But then there’s a scream as Jimin looks up to see a flash of white, and glances up to see an enraged figure of a woman he doesn’t know lunge at him with a small dagger clasped in her right hand, her hair flailing as she screams with equal rage towards Jimin. 

He cringes as his arm comes up to shield his face in a too-late attempt, but then there’s a crashing sound of splintering glass as a bottle of wine that was on the table is thrown towards the woman’s head and shards of glass fly everywhere and there is so much red, and then silence. 

The woman drops to the ground, facedown, in the pool of wine, and all three of the other guests in the room can see how the deep purple of the wine is soon joined by a trickle of scarlet red that runs from the woman’s temple. 

Namjoon’s shaking roar breaks the silence as he throws Jimin off and yells, “Seolhyun!” and kneels over the woman and cradles her in his arms. But as he flips her over and her face comes into view, it is clear that too much has happened in too little time. There is a deep gash that runs from her temple down to her chin, and the pool of scarlet bright red grows much too big. “No, Seolhyun!” 

Jimin tears his wide gaze from the scene in front of him and sees you trembling, hands clasped in your mouth as you stand by the table. Your shaking knees give out and he scrambles up and catches you as you cry, hysterically wailing, “I’m sorry! I-I saw her coming with the knife, and I just saw the bottle, and I- I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry! I didn’t kill her!” You muffle your mouth with your hands, and Jimin holds you to him, whispering, “It’s okay, it’s fine! I got this, I got you.” 

And Taehyung runs into the hall, and is met with a scene he can never forget. Namjoon cradles the secretary’s limp body to his own, wailing and yelling her name as he shakes for her to wake up, as you cower near the table with Jimin holding you, tears wracking your body as you sob, “I didn’t do it, I swear I didn’t mean to–” 

He ran after the secretary, after both of them were standing on the steps hearing the yelling that ensued within the open double doors of the house. When the sounds of fists beating flesh were heard, the secretary hissed lowly, “’m gonna kill ‘er!” so lowly that it took a second for Taehyung to register before lunging after her, but he was much too late, for he can only watch as the silver thing she holds in her hand is raised high above her head, pointing down towards the man that pummels Namjoon’s face. And then there was a movement so quick that he wasn’t able to see it leave your hands, but only the professional flick of your thin wrist and then the sound of the thick glass hitting the woman’s skull. Her shriek stopped instantly and she’d fallen with a thud. 

His eyes fill with tears at the scene, and immediately the sound of sirens ring in the air, probably one of his guards had called, and the four of them can do nothing but wait. 

Wait as the reality of their cold hard end to happily ever after settles into the cracks and into the pool of blood staining the red wine on the ground. 

Now the gold doesn’t look as enticing anymore. And God turned his head away. 

Jimin waits, pacing the grand hall as he rubs his hands together. It had passed two days after the incident. No one was blamed for the accident, as Jimin had paid off the officers who’d come and they’d dragged away the secretary’s body secretly, her being an orphan with only an old drunken husband making it easy to hide her away and call it a freak-accident. 

He’d cradled you in his arms, assuring you that it was okay, that he’d figured it all out, that you could still just run away from it all, away from all the guilt and the shame and the obligation. 

“Meet me the day after tomorrow,” he whispered into your ear as you trembled in his hold, “here at my house. Bring just yourself, you don’t need any clothes or money. I’ll have it all figured out. We can run away, just us two, start our own life on an island no one knows about, where no one knows my name or yours, and we can just become Mr and Mrs. Park Jimin.” He presses a kiss to your temple. But your mouth gapes open and your eyes still tremble with numb tears, as you don’t respond. 

“Just knock, and I’ll have a car ready for us, and I can drive us, far, far away. Where it’s just us. Just you and me. Forever. That little happy ending we’ve always wanted, right?” 

So he’s waiting, pacing over the now clean floor of his dining room as he waits for the familiar knock to ring on his doors. He’s ready, the trunks packed with enough cash and clothes and gold to last him a lifetime with you. He’s fired all of his servants, and the house is empty, ready to be left to its own as he steals away with you. He’s giddy, smiling and wiping his sweaty palms at the thought of stealing away with you once and for all. 

The knock sounds, and he hears it over the thunder and rain crashing outside. Excitedly wiping his hands on his seat pants and reorganizing his suit lapels, he marches up to the door and throws them open with a wide smile, crying out, “Y/N!” 

But his voice falters as the one standing in front of him is not you, but instead an old man who reeks of alcohol. And Jimin can only stand in shock as the man hisses, “You killed my wife!” points the rusty pistol at his chest, and presses the trigger. 

Bang.

Jimin stumbles back at the blow, and hits the ground, his gaze on the entrance of the door. Sobbing, the old man points the pistol at his temple and closes his eyes before shooting and he tumbles to the ground with another ear piercing bang. 

There is silence. Even the thunder seems to retreat into its privacy as god and the heavens look down at the man, surrounded in his blood, his head lolling to the side as he trains his gaze on the sight of your manor across the bay. 

Rain pitter patters outside, and coats the entire estate in a wash of gazy gray, the once bright brilliant colors fading now to a deep black and white. 

But in Jimin’s eyes, there is so, so much red, and such a hot piercing pain in his chest as he feels the trickle of blood pour from his wound. But it feels like love. 

It feels like the words you once whispered into his lips, painful but peaceful, and so breathtaking. Most docks and most shops were closed at this dead of night, and through the dark night, the inessential houses and gardens and driveways melted away until all he saw was the light at the end of your dock, the light that glistened like the stars that were in your eyes, the light to his heart. 

For a moment, all of earth and heaven held its breath as they witnessed a man who’d loved so fiercely, so unconditionally and thoroughly that even as he lay in the face of death, his eyes were both still trained on the one thing that indicated the reason he was lying there in the first place. Maybe once, the world had stood at this place, compelled into a trance at the single man who had dared to love so passionately to the greatest of human potential that one could ever comprehend nor desire to understand, faced with the man who’d dared to dream as magnificently as Park Jimin did. 

His outstretched arm indicates how he must have seemed inches away from his perfect dream, of returning to the past and starting all over again. But he was oblivious to the reality that his history with you had started and ended the moment he was born, into this horrible city and this dreadful reality of ups and downs and uppers and lowers of human quality. He believed that he could triumph god’s ordained law, he challenged powerful men with a hope, a futuristic childlike dream that somewhere beyond the smoke filled skies of the city and the obscurity of the future, was a light that shined just like the light on your dock, or in your eyes. 

He smiles, a tear slipping from his eye, as he reaches out his fingers towards the familiar white, the familiar innocence of the mansion you live in, and lets out one last breath. 

“For the girl I loved for all my life.” 

And it all fades to black. 

next: Story Talk

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Signed Up For Love: Chapter Two

I am back with this story! There is only going to be one more chapter after this, just FYI. Enjoy!

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Wiping his sweaty hands on his slacks, Oliver blew out a nervous breath. Looking through the glass doors of Table Salt, Oliver could see Felicity sitting at their table. Gathering himself, he stepped inside.

His eyes were trained on Felicity until the hostess blocked his view. With annoyance, Oliver finally focused on the woman in front of him.

She had dark hair and had a gleam in her eye. He knew that gleam well. It spoke of greed and that was exactly the opposite of what he was looking for.

“Mr. Queen, if you follow me, I will take you to your table.”

Oliver shook his head at the hostess and said,

“I think I can get there myself. Actually, I think I see my lovely date already, but thank you.”

The hostess seemed to get the hint when the fake smile she was wearing slipped right off her face.

As Oliver made his way over to Felicity, he took a moment to look her over.

The light from the candle on the table cast her form in the best light. Her blonde hair cascaded soft curls down around her shoulders. Her eyes, which were absent of her glasses and he knew because she had them on in her profile pic, sparkled bright blue. Her plumb lips covered in bright red lipstick matched perfectly with her form fitting black dress.

His mouth went dry at the sight. His breathing picked up, too. Felicity must have felt his eyes on her because she turned and looked at him. She gave him a big smile that stopped his breathing all together.

He felt his mouth lift up into a smile in return. After he shook out of the daze he was in, Oliver made his way towards their table.

She stood up and instead of going for a handshake; Felicity wrapped her arms around Oliver’s muscular body. He didn’t mind though, he was just surprised. Oliver returned the hug just as tightly, savoring her warm body and her sweet scent.

When they pulled apart, they stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like an eternity.

“Hi, Oliver J.” Felicity smirked at him.

“Hi, Felicity M.” Oliver slid a hand down her arm and clasped her small hand in his large one.

Leading her back to her seat, Oliver pushed her chair in for her.

“Thank you.” She smiled, looking back at him.

“You’re welcome.”  Oliver replied, rounding the table to sit in his own seat.

He took another moment to take in her beauty before Felicity opened her mouth.

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Felicity sat across from Oliver, just taking in the perfection that was him. His dark blonde hair was short and his clear blue eyes felt like they were staring straight into her soul. His stubble covered jaw was drool worthy and his suit rounded out his entire look.

He was beautiful, plain and simple.

She shifted in her seat before breaking the silence.

“This is crazy isn’t it? I mean we just started talking yesterday and now we are on a date. I MEAN dinner, is it a date?” Felicity looked wide eyed to Oliver.

His smile created laugh lines around his eyes. Felicity thought it was adorable.

“No, it’s absolutely crazy, but in a good way. I feel this connection between us, I hope that didn’t sound too weird.” Oliver looked a little embarrassed.

“No it’s not weird because I feel the same way. I think that the fact that we both feel it is good. We should see where this connection leads us.”

Oliver nodded in agreement.

“I have to ask though, is sleeping really a hobby?” There was a hint of a laugh forming in his voice.

Felicity put her hand to her heart and said in mock defense,

“Excuse me, I work so much that when I get home, sleeping is all I want to do.”

Oliver held his hands up in defense,

“Okay, fair enough. I actually could benefit from partaking in that hobby of yours.” Felicity raised her eyebrow in question. “I work long hours, too. I guess you could call me a workaholic.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s what being the owner of your own company will do that to you. You are lucky though, at least you know what you are doing. I am the only person at my job that actually knows what they’re doing, so most of the work falls on me.” Felicity made a face before she continued, “I guess I shouldn’t be talking bad about your family’s company. “

“Don’t worry about it. My parents and I are not close anymore.”

A look of sympathy crossed over Felicity’s face,

“Because of what happened with Laurel, right?”

A haunted look came into Oliver’s eyes. Felicity regretted bringing up Laurel.

“Yes it was.”

To ease the look in Oliver’s eyes, Felicity finally opened up about her loss too.

“My college boyfriend, Cooper, died too. Actually, he killed himself, but I always felt responsible for it. After all, it was my coding project he got arrested for. We both wanted to change the world, but he took it a step further and got into trouble with the government. After a few days in federal prison, I got the call. It was like a blow to the heart. So, I understand feeling responsible, but at some point you just have to forgive yourself.”

Felicity wiped a few tears from her eyes. She looked up when she heard a stuttering breath come from across the table.

She could tell Oliver was trying to hold back tears of his own.

“I am so sorry for your loss, Felicity…. We were partying on my family’s yacht one night when a storm came in. Laurel and I were both well into our drinking when she decided she was going to go above deck for some fresh air. The rain had stopped by then, so I figured she would be fine. I should have kept a better eye on her, but it was too late. She slipped on the wet deck, hit her head, and fell overboard. She was too drunk to swim and I was clueless, sitting below deck waiting for her to come back. It was about ten minutes later when I decided to go check on her. I found…I found her lifeless body floating head down in the water. There was nothing I could do by then, except call for the ambulance.”

‘Oh, Oliver…” Felicity held out her hand for him to take. When he did, Felicity squeezed his fingers in comfort.

“Her family blamed me, my family blamed me, and I blamed me. It took few years to get my life together, but like you said, you have to forgive yourself first.”

Felicity nodded in agreement. After a few minutes of silence, where both of them pulled their selves together, the waiter came hesitantly up to their table.

“Sorry to interrupt, but it has been thirty minutes since you’ve both been seated. Would you like to place your order now?”

Felicity first looked to Oliver in surprise and then to the waiter.

“Yes, of course.”

They both took a quick moment to look at the menu before deciding. Once the orders had been placed, Felicity and Oliver fell back into a comfortable silence.

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Sitting there in silence, Oliver felt a little drained. He didn’t think that their first date was going to get so heavy, but he was happy that both of their tragedies were in the open. Now, they could both move forward without the past holding them down.

“Why archery?” It didn’t surprise Oliver that Felicity was the first to break the silence, again.

Oliver let out a soft laugh.

“I was wondering when you were going to ask about that.” Felicity perked up at that statement.” It started in high school as a mistake in my schedule. I was supposed to take a weight class, but somehow I got put into a recreation PE class. It had activities like table tennis and archery and that is where I fell in love with it. I actually met my best friend in that class, John Diggle. We were both pretty good with a bow and arrow. I guess my gym teacher saw potential because he signed me up for archery lessons outside of school.”

“So, what happened after that? Obviously, you opened your own business, but what happened in between? And did you stay in touch with your best friend?”

 Oliver smirked at her inquiries.

“I took those archery lessons and became quite good. I got a full ride scholar ship for archery and took it. That was shortly after Laurel’s death and I wanted to get away from it all. Got my bachelor’s degree in business and won multiple championships in archery for my college. After I finished college I came back here and opened my own archery range. It’s been dream come true. “

“And John?”

“We are still close as ever. He opened his own private security firm and comes and helps me at the range on the weekends.” Oliver took a sip of his scotch. “Actually, I would love for you to come to the range. Try your hand at archery and meet Diggle.”

“I would love to.” Felicity agreed taking her own sip of red wine.

“Great, we can set up a date for you to come.”

“Can’t wait.”

After they shared a piece of chocolate cake, Oliver led Felicity outside.

He wanted to kiss her, but he felt like it was too fast.

So, he stood there holding her hand.

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Felicity stood there, looking up at Oliver, waiting.

She wanted him to kiss her. She could tell he thought kissing her would be too fast, but their whole relationship has happened so fast.

So, she took a chance.

Standing on her toes, she pressed her lips to his. She could tell it took him by surprise, but he responded with much enthusiasm.

She opened her mouth to let him inside and when he did, she felt a warm feeling rise in her chest.

A throat clearing broke them apart. They both looked over to see an older woman giving them the evil eye.

Oliver started laughing and soon Felicity joined in.

“I had a really great time.” Oliver wrapped his arms around her.

“Me too.” Felicity laid her head on his chest.

“Want me to walk you to your car?”

Felicity nodded and led Oliver to the place where she parked.

“Talk to you soon?”

“Of course.” Oliver agreed.

Felicity gave Oliver a quick peck to the lips before getting in her car and driving away.

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Two Days Later

 “So, is your girl here yet?” Oliver turned around to see Diggle coming his way.

“Not yet.” Oliver turned back to his task of putting arrows back into their quivers.

“Oliver…” Oliver looked back at Diggle, curious about his tone of voice. “You really like her don’t you?”

“I do, so?” He could feel one of Diggle’s famous lectures coming on.

“Digg…”

“No, Oliver hear me out. How long have you know this girl? A few days, right? I know you said that you felt a connection and so did she, but I don’t want you to get hurt by moving too fast.”

“I know, Digg, but when it feels right, it feels right.”

All Digg did was nod in reply.

“Am I interrupting something?”  

Both men turned at the female voice behind them.

Oliver lit up when he saw Felicity standing there. He took a moment to look her over. She was wearing a green tank top with tan shorts and tennis shoes. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her glasses sat upon her face.

“No, of course not.” Oliver leaned down and gave Felicity a quick peck on the lips.

“Hi.”  She smiled at him.

“Hi.” He returned.

They were both broken out of there little world by the sound of a throat clearing.

“Oh, right. Felicity this is John Diggle, John this is Felicity.” Oliver introduced the two to each other.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Diggle.”  Oliver watched as Felicity’s hand was engulfed by Diggs.

“No, don’t call me Mr. Diggle. Call me John or Diggle or even Digg if you want.”

“Okay, Digg.”

Oliver breathed out a sigh of relief at Digg’s nod of approval.

“So, when are we going to get this archery thing going?’ Felicity enthusiasm made both the men chuckle.

Diggle turned to help the group of kids that came to range while Oliver led Felicity to the end of the range where they could have some privacy.

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“So, how did it go today?” Dinah asked excitedly.

“Really well, actually, I met Oliver’s best friend, Digg. He’s seems really great and seeing him and Oliver together; I can see why they are friends.”

“So, when is your man going to meet your best friend?” Felicity could tell she was giving her the puppy dog eyes from over the phone.

“Soon, I promise. I was actually thinking of bringing him to the barbeque.”

Dinah and Rene always had a summer barbeques where they would invite the whole neighborhood. It was a great time.

“That’s perfect! I don’t have long to wait then.”

“No you don’t, but if you don’t mind, I am going to head to bed early. I am starting to feel sore in places that I didn’t know I could get sore in. So, talk to you later?”

“Yeah, night.”

“Night.”

Felicity lay in bed that night remembering the feel of Oliver’s body wrapped around hers.

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“So, you are going to want to keep this arm straight while you pull back the bow string.”

“Like this?” She could tell Oliver wanted to help fix her stance.

He stepped up behind her and wrapped his whole body around hers. He put both hands over hers and adjusted her feet so they were shoulder width apart.

His breath ghosted over her cheek and his stubble rubbed against her ear making her shiver.

“Okay, Felicity, now just relax, focus, aim, and let go.”

She tried to do the first two things he said, but he was making her very distracted with inappropriate thoughts.

She aimed and let go, but the arrow ended up just shy of the target buried in the grass below.

She huffed out a breath.

“It’s all right, try again.” Oliver encouraged.

“You know, it’s kind of hard to relax and focus with you right there.” Felicity blushed, not meaning to say that out loud.

“Do you want me to step back?” He sounded like he was teasing but she couldn’t tell.

“No, I just need to take a few more deep breaths and I will be fine.”

“Ok.” She could hear the laugh in his voice, but she ignored it.

Doing as he told her, she relaxed, focused, aimed, and let go. This time the arrow hit the target.

“Yes! I did it!” She turned around to give Oliver a hug.

He wrapped her up in his arms and when the pulled apart he gave her a kiss.

Somewhere in the distance, the sound of children’s “eww’s” and “grosses” reached them. They pulled apart and got back to work after that.

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Felicity fell asleep knowing that Oliver and her had something special.

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