#jimin model

[achillesthv]

◍ 𝙑𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘥𝘦 𝘭' 𝘰𝘱ér𝘢

[peachyminguk]

˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ Park Jimin ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

[jiminomenon]

what if a colleague of karina starts taking interest on assistant! reader 😩😩

good question.

from my series: the devil wears prada

it started out as something harmless.

one of jimin’s colleagues—perhaps a fellow model, someone just as rich and well-connected as she was—took an interest in her assistant. in y/n. maybe it was because of the way she handled jimin’s impossible demands with a straight face, or the way she carried herself, always so composed, so unshaken by the chaos that surrounded jimin’s world. or maybe it was just because they found her attractive.

whatever the reason, it began subtly. lingering glances, offhand compliments, the occasional teasing remark whenever jimin wasn’t around.

“you know, jimin’s lucky to have you,” the model—let’s call him jaemin—said one evening at an industry event. y/n had been standing off to the side, watching over jimin’s things while she mingled with people far above her pay grade.

she glanced at him, slightly wary. “lucky?”

jaemin grinned, charming and effortless. “yeah. you put up with her. do you know how many people would’ve quit after the first month?”

y/n chuckled. “i try not to think about it.”

he tilted his head, studying her with open interest. “i don’t think i’ve ever seen you outside of work. do you go to these things often?”

she shook her head. “only when i have to.”

“shame,” he mused. “i think you’d enjoy them more if you weren’t stuck babysitting.”

y/n huffed a laugh, glancing toward jimin, who was deep in conversation with a designer. “i don’t mind.”

jaemin raised a brow, amused. “really? she’s that good of a boss?”

y/n hesitated for a fraction of a second. “she has her moments.”

he smirked. “so that’s a no.”

before y/n could respond, a voice cut in.

“is there a problem?”

jimin.

her tone was neutral, but there was an edge to it—one that made jaemin’s smirk widen slightly, as if he had expected this. y/n straightened, suddenly feeling like she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t, even though she had done nothing wrong.

“no problem,” jaemin said smoothly. “just getting to know your lovely assistant. you never introduce her to anyone, you know. it’s almost like you’re hiding her.”

jimin’s gaze flickered to y/n, unreadable. “she’s not here to socialize.”

jaemin chuckled. “right, right. just here to follow you around like a shadow.”

“exactly.” jimin’s smile was polite, but there was something sharp behind it. “if you’re done, i need her.”

jaemin held up his hands in surrender. “of course. wouldn’t want to get in your way.” he turned back to y/n, flashing her an easy grin. “see you around, y/n.

y/n gave him a small nod, unsure of what else to do.

as soon as he walked away, jimin grabbed her wrist—not harshly, but firmly enough to pull her a step closer.

“don’t talk to him,” she said— well, demanded lowly.

y/n blinked. “what?”

“jaemin,” jimin responded, jaw tight. “don’t talk to him.”

y/n frowned. “why? he was just making conversation.”

jimin scoffed. “he was flirting with you.”

y/n stared at her. “so?”

jimin’s grip on her wrist tightened slightly before she let go, expression unreadable. “just don’t,” she muttered, before turning and walking away.

y/n watched her go, confusion swirling in her chest.

because that almost sounded like jealousy.

the thought was ridiculous. it had to be. jimin didn’t care about things like that. she didn’t care about her like that... right?

yet, jimin’s words echoed in her head. don’t talk to him. her fingers still tingled where jimin had gripped her wrist, and for a moment, she wondered if she should just let it go. maybe jimin was just in a mood again.

but then, jimin suddenly stopped a few feet away. without even turning around, she spoke.

“well?”

y/n blinked. “…well what?”

jimin turned, looking at her expectantly, like she was waiting for something obvious. “are you coming?”

y/n just stared at her. “do i have a choice?”

jimin raised a brow, unimpressed. “stay by my side.”

y/n huffed. “or what?”

jimin narrowed her eyes. “if i lose sight of you, you’re fired.”

y/n let out an exaggerated, dramatic eye roll. “oh, please.”

jimin only tilted her head, waiting.

y/n exhaled through her nose, reluctantly closing the distance between them, falling into step beside her.

jimin, satisfied, didn’t say anything more.

but the way she held herself, a little more at ease now that y/n was back where she belonged, didn’t go unnoticed.

[koobrina]

can you do some layouts bts×le sserafim plss

⌕ BTS + LE SSERAFIM LAYOUTS !

hope u like honey 💝

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[taee]

gentle jimin

[onlyforyoukook]

Only For you || PJM

⭢ paring: model¡jimin x fem¡reader

⭢ synopsis: Jimin shows y/n that no matter how close he gets with others for work, she’ll always be his one and only.

⭢ Genre: one shot„ fluff

You sit on the edge of the couch, scrolling through your phone, your eyes landing on a new set of photos from jimin’s latest shoot. he’s posing with a beautiful model, the two of them standing so close their shoulders touch, their smiles perfect and effortless. a familiar twinge of jealousy hits your chest, and you try to push it away, but the feeling lingers.

jimin walks into the room, catching the look on your face as you stare at the screen. he knows that look all too well, and with a soft smile, he sits beside you.

“hey,” he says gently, taking your hand in his. “you know none of them mean anything to me, right?”

you hesitate, looking down at his fingers wrapped around yours.

“it’s just… it’s hard sometimes,” you admit quietly. “seeing you so close with them.”

he leans closer, his voice warm.

“you’re the only one i think about, the only one i care about like this.” he squeezes your hand, his eyes full of reassurance. “no picture, no model, no pose will ever change that.”

a small smile creeps onto your face as his words sink in, his hand still in yours, making you feel like you’re his entire world.

As you sit there, feeling the warmth of Jimin’s hand wrapped around yours, his gaze never leaves your face. It’s as if he’s searching for something, waiting for the moment you believe him completely. You can tell he means every word, but the images from his shoot still linger in your mind, the glamorous scenes, the closeness he shares with someone else—even if it’s just for work.

He shifts closer, pulling you gently against him so you’re leaning on his shoulder, his hand running softly up and down your arm.

“You know,” he murmurs, “the whole time I’m there, I think about you. About how much I want to get back to you.”

You let out a soft sigh, resting your head against his shoulder. “I know you love me, Jimin. It’s just… seeing it, seeing you with them, it messes with me sometimes.”

“I understand.” His voice is gentle, filled with a sincerity that makes your chest ache. “And I don’t want you feeling like this. How about you come with me to the next shoot?”

Your head lifts slightly, surprise flickering in your eyes. “You want me there?”

“Of course.” His hand finds yours again, fingers lacing through yours. “I’d love for you to be there, to see it all for yourself. Maybe it’ll help to see that there’s nothing there except what the camera wants to capture.”

You feel a warmth spread through you at the thought. You’ve seen behind the scenes before, but you’ve never actually been there, watching him work up close. “You’re sure?” you ask softly.

He grins, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m sure. And I want you there, so you can see that I only have eyes for you.”

The next morning, Jimin makes good on his promise. He arranges for you to join him on set, and as you step into the brightly lit studio, you feel a mix of excitement and nerves. His team is bustling around, setting up cameras and adjusting lighting. Models and crew members are scattered across the room, each busy in their own tasks. It’s a world that feels so different from yours—a world where Jimin shines effortlessly, capturing everyone’s attention.

Jimin’s stylist leads him over to the wardrobe area, where racks of outfits are waiting. He gives you a quick, reassuring smile before he’s whisked away, and you find yourself standing near the edge of the set, trying not to feel too out of place. A few crew members give you friendly smiles, and one even offers you a chair where you can watch the shoot more comfortably.

Moments later, Jimin steps out from behind a partition, dressed in a sleek, tailored suit that fits him perfectly. His hair is styled to perfection, and there’s a sharpness in his gaze as he takes his place in front of the camera. It’s a look you recognize, one that’s all business—focused, intense, and undeniably captivating.

The photographer calls out directions, and Jimin moves smoothly from one pose to the next. He’s confident, relaxed, and every movement feels deliberate, almost like he’s in a dance with the camera. Watching him like this, you’re reminded of how dedicated he is to his work, how he’s always striving to be his best. It makes you feel proud, even if a small part of you still feels a pang of insecurity.

Then, the photographer introduces the model who will be posing with Jimin. She’s beautiful, with striking features and an air of confidence that makes her seem almost intimidating. She walks over to Jimin, and they share a brief, professional smile before the photographer starts giving them instructions.

“Closer, please,” the photographer calls out. “I want it to feel natural, like there’s a real connection between you two.”

Your stomach tightens as you watch her lean in, her hand brushing Jimin’s shoulder, her gaze fixed on him with a practiced intensity. It’s a part of the job, you remind yourself. But watching it unfold in front of you stirs up that familiar feeling once more.

Jimin’s eyes flicker over to you between shots, just for a split second, but it’s enough to remind you that he knows you’re there. As the shoot continues, you can see him subtly adjusting, making small changes in his posture and expression. It’s as if he’s trying to keep the poses professional, but every time he glances your way, there’s a softness in his eyes that the camera won’t catch.

Finally, after what feels like hours, the photographer calls for a break. Jimin steps away from the lights and walks straight toward you, a small smile on his face. “how are you hold up” he asks reaching for your hand.

You manage a smile, though you know it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “It’s… different, seeing it all in person.”

He nods, understanding. “I know. But did you notice something?”

You raise an eyebrow, curious. “What?”

He leans in close, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “Every time I looked at her, I was actually looking at you. I kept thinking about how lucky I am that it’s you waiting for me, that I get to go home with you, every night.”

Your cheeks warm, a shy smile spreading across your face. “You really mean that?”

“More than anything,” he says, his gaze never wavering. “This job… it’s a part of my life, but you’re my whole life. Everything I do here, it’s just a role. But what I have with you is real.”

Before you can respond, a voice calls Jimin back to the set, and he whispers in your ear “just wait for tonight my love” as he gives your hand one last squeeze before he heads back. The rest of the shoot passes more quickly, and you feel a new sense of peace as you watch him, knowing that every look, every smile, every word he’s told you is genuine.

When the shoot finally wraps up, Jimin changes out of his wardrobe, then joins you with a relieved grin. “Ready to go?” he asks, his hand already reaching for yours.

You nod, feeling a sense of warmth settle over you. As the two of you step out of the studio and into the evening air, he turns to you, his expression soft. “I hope today helped,” he says quietly. “I never want you to feel like I’m not yours, because I am. Completely.”

You look up at him, your heart swelling with a deep, overwhelming affection. “Thank you, Jimin. For everything.”

He chuckles, pulling you closer, his arm wrapped securely around you as you walk. “Thank you for being here, for putting up with my crazy world. I know it’s not always easy.”

You lean into him, feeling the steadiness of his presence beside you. “As long as I know I’m the one you come home to, I can handle it.”

He stops, turning to face you fully, his eyes filled with a quiet determination. “You’re not just the one I come home to, y/n. You’re my home.”

The words settle between you, a promise as clear as the stars beginning to appear in the sky. And as he leans down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, you know that no matter what, this love is yours to keep.

As you stand together under the dim glow of streetlights, the world feels a little quieter, as though it’s just the two of you wrapped in this gentle moment. Jimin’s fingers trace soft circles against your back, his touch warm and reassuring as he looks down at you with that soft smile that always seems to hold a thousand unspoken words.

“Let’s go somewhere special,” he murmurs, his voice low and inviting, a spark of excitement flickering in his eyes.

Curious, you nod, letting him lead you by the hand down the quiet streets until you reach a small park nearby. The place is nearly deserted at this late hour, and as you find a bench to sit on, the stars above shimmer against the night sky. Jimin settles beside you, pulling you close so you’re nestled against him, your head resting on his shoulder.

For a few moments, you both sit in a comfortable silence, listening to the soft sounds of the city around you. He takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together and bringing your joined hands to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss against your knuckles.

“Being here with you like this… it makes me realize how lucky I am,” he says quietly, his voice filled with sincerity. “Sometimes, with work and everything, I feel like I don’t get to show you how much you mean to me. But I want you to know… you’re everything, y/n.”

Your heart flutters, and you squeeze his hand, turning to look at him. “I feel the same way, Jimin. Being by your side, no matter what… that’s all I need.”

He smiles, and before you can say another word, he leans in, capturing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. It’s tender and unhurried, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he cradles your face gently. There’s something so grounding, so reassuring in the way he holds you, as if he’s pouring all of his love and devotion into this one kiss.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, and he gazes into your eyes, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Let’s stay like this for a little while longer,” he whispers, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along your shoulder. You nod, feeling a deep sense of peace wash over you as he holds you close, both of you content to simply exist in each other’s arms under the quiet night sky.

[louisgfc]

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[achillesthv]

⠀⠀ ⠀𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗆𝗌 仓. 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝖺𝗋𝗍 :⠀ ✿. 𝑏𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁

[xunqiz]

j.m messy icons

[jiminomenon]

assistant y/n calling jimin “unnie”… do yall see my vision, like jimin already craves for y/n to not call her ms. yu but unnie would take the cake

from my series: the devil wears prada

“say it.”

y/n didn’t even bother looking up from her tablet. “no.”

jimin pouted, flopping onto the couch beside her. “why not?”

“because i have no reason to.”

jimin scoffed, shifting closer, her bare knee knocking against y/n’s. “you had a reason to call me ms. yu for months,” she grumbled, crossing her arms. “but now you won’t even call me unnie?”

y/n finally looked at her, unimpressed. “because ms. yu was the appropriate term to call you… not to mention how it annoyed you.”

jimin gasped, hand flying to her chest dramatically. “so you admit you were doing it on purpose?”

y/n smirked, returning her attention to the schedule she was fixing. “maybe.”

jimin narrowed her eyes. “fine. then i’m making it my mission to hear you say it.”

“good luck with that.”

and so, the war began.

jimin tried everything.

she dangled expensive gifts in front of y/n, casually holding up designer bags and limited-edition jewelry. “say it, and this is yours.”

y/n barely glanced up. “pass.”

she pulled the i’m older than you card, leaning in close, voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “but i am your unnie.”

y/n rolled her eyes. “you’re a headache, that’s what you are.”

nothing worked. and it infuriated her.

but jimin wasn’t a quitter.

one evening, after a long day of work, she found y/n sitting on the floor of her penthouse, playing with princess. the kitten was sprawled out on y/n’s lap, purring contently as y/n scratched behind her ears.

jimin, exhausted but still on a mission, dropped down beside them with a dramatic sigh. “y/n,” she whined, resting her head on y/n’s shoulder.

“mm?”

“i need comfort.”

y/n huffed but didn’t push her away. “then go to bed, jimin.”

jimin nuzzled closer, voice turning soft, almost pleading. “just call me unnie once. just once.”

y/n sighed, looking down at princess, who blinked up at them with wide, curious eyes.

jimin was warm against her, her hair tickling y/n’s jaw. she smelled expensive, like vanilla and cashmere, and for a moment, y/n considered indulging her.

just once.

“…unnie.”

jimin stilled.

slowly, she lifted her head, blinking at y/n as if she’d just imagined it. “say that again.”

y/n shrugged, feigning indifference. “you got what you wanted. don’t push it.”

but jimin was already grinning, eyes sparkling with triumph. “oh, this is dangerous.”

“how?”

jimin smirked, leaning in, her voice dripping with mischief.

“because now i want to hear it all the time.”

[koobrina]

yunjin icons + bts headers

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[jiyuwone]

love karina love

[bts-trans]

231010 Jimin on ELLE Korea's Instagram Posts

#ELLEcoverstar #Jimin #Tiffany #제작비지원 "멤버들과 같이 있으면 그 어느 때보다 편안한 기분을 느껴요. 정말 뭐라고 설명하기 어려운 감정이죠“ 31주년을 맞이한 #엘르11월호 커버스타는 #방탄소년단( #BTS ) 지민입니다. 항상 진심을 전하고자 노력하고 더 나아지려는 마음으로 가득한 # 지민. 지민의 진심만큼 빛나는 순간을 담았습니다. @/tiffanyandco deputy editor-in-chief 방호광 features editor 이마루 photographer 박종하 stylist 김영진 hair stylist 한솜 makeup artist 김다름 set stylist 권도형 art designer 이소정 assistant 김민숙 He's finally here! Jimin of BTS graced the cover of ELLE Korea's 31st anniversary issue. Stay tuned for more photoshoots, interviews and videos of #JIMIN #TiffanyAndCo #티파니앤코 #TiffanyLock #TiffanyHighJewelry instagram.com/p/CyM9Caohvh1/

"Whenever I'm with the other members, I feel so at ease, more than I do at any other time. It's quite hard to explain that feeling."

He's finally here! Jimin of BTS graced the cover of ELLE Korea's 31st anniversary issue. Stay tuned for more photoshoots, interviews and videos of #JIMIN

Trans cr; Aditi @ bts-trans © TAKE OUT WITH FULL CREDITS

"첫 무대 때 방송 카메라 옆 서있던 한 줄의 팬들이 기억 나요. 우리를 알고 찾아와서 응원해 주는, 그분들을 위해서 최선을 다해 무대를 했던 기억도" https://www.instagram.com/p/CyM9LqlhuES/

"I remember that single row of fans who were there at our first broadcast. They knew us and came to support us, and it was for them that I did my very best on stage. I remember that too."

Trans cr; Aditi @ bts-trans

"혼자서 많은 일들을 해보며 제가 얼마나 부끄러움을 많이 타는 성���인지 알게 됐어요. 앞으로 더 성장하기 위해 해야할 일이 얼마나 많은지도" https://instagram.com/p/CyM9XzLh0jC/

"Doing all these different things on my own, I realised how shy I am as a person. I also realised how much I will have to do in the future for more personal growth."

Trans cr; Aditi @ bts-trans

[fuckito]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 🔮

₊˚ෆ

[yominoo]

` chuveiro quentinho, você e eu coladinhos, ai sim da água na boca.

[bbymochiiiiii]

It Was All Yellow🌻

TWO

The room was cooler in here. Muted. Taehyung stood in front of the white backdrop, Bruno adjusting his collar with careful fingers while humming a jazzy tune under his breath. Oscar hovered near the camera setup, sharp eyes flicking between settings and cables, muttering something about “visionary lighting.”

Bruno had barely let go of Taehyung’s wrist before someone was already adjusting the lighting.

“We’ll bring in the female lead in a second,” someone murmured.

Female lead?

Taehyung didn’t have time to ask. Sejin was at his side again, arms crossed, jaw tight.

“You okay with this?” he asked under his breath.

Taehyung gave the smallest shrug. “Too late to back out now, isn’t it?”

And then the door opened.

She stepped in with the calm precision of someone used to eyes on her—waist-length, ashy-blonde waves curling softly over her shoulders, pearl-drop earrings catching the light like tiny chandeliers. Her eyes were a stormy blue, too light to be safe, and when they landed on Taehyung, something flickered behind them.

A pause.

He forgot where his hands were.

Bruno bounced forward like a proud matchmaker. “Siae! Darling! This is your partner—Taehyung. Taehyung, this is Siae. First time meeting, but I already feel the chemistry, don’t you?”

Siae nodded once. Not dismissive. Just… focused.

“I’ll be gentle,” she said, eyes still on him. “Unless Oscar tells me not to be.”

Taehyung blinked. “Good to know?”

She cracked the tiniest smile. It vanished almost instantly.

Oscar’s voice cut in: “Positions. No flirtation. Not yet. Save that for round two.”

Bruno stage-whispered, “There is no round two.”

Taehyung moved to the mark, every step suddenly conscious. When Siae stood beside him, it was like stepping next to fire wrapped in ice. Her skin was dewy under the lights, barely any makeup but still glowing like glass.

They hadn’t touched. Not yet.

But when their eyes met under the flash of the first shot—

—it felt like something started.