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real-life-pine-tree · 6 years

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Leo Will Never Know: Surviving a New World (10/?)

In an alternate timeline, Yugi indirectly prevented the events of Arc-V from ever happening. But how could this small change have an impact on a few selected people? A spin-off of the Arc-V Aftermath series. Based on the hilarious comic by @justanotherotakuandartist. Co-written with @violetganache42.

Back in the Spirit World, night had fallen across the sandy terrain and the three suns were replaced with a single full moon that was like the on back on Earth. There hasn’t been a single Duel Monster ever since the Harpie Lady Sisters got destroyed, so it was safe to go outside for now. It still doesn‘t mean it was going to be a pleasant experience for everyone, unfortunately; even though a small campfire was lit on one of the school’s structures, the dread still lingered, as heard from a mix of whimpers and sobs.

An annoyed Chazz demanded, “There’s no crying at Duel Academy, so cool it, will ya?”

“We’re sorry, boss,” Ojama Yellow answered. “We’re just getting used to gravity is all.”

“And there are monsters out there,” Ojama Green added.

“That’s right. Real, big, scary, mean monsters,” Ojama Black agreed.

“Hello? You guys are monsters,” Chazz retorted.

Ojama Yellow laughed nervously a little because they were being somewhat hypocritical. “Oh, yeah. Good point, boss,” he said.

“Now let’s see if the three of you can still fly!” Chazz shouted, dealing a blow which sent all three Ojamas off of the building. They all fell onto the dunes, landing on a spot near where Syrus, Alexis, and Hassleberry were standing.

“This really stinks. What if it stays like this forever?” Syrus asked, sounding a bit worried. “Is this really how it’s all gonna end for us?”

“Don’t worry, private,” Hassleberry responded. “There’s probably a rescue team comin’ here right now.”

Alexis simply glanced up at the sky, lost in her thoughts; although she heard what they were talking about, she could tell it would be practically impossible for a standard rescue team to search for them. In her mind, she wondered, But where’s here?

At that moment, Ray showed up with Hope Dragon Flower. "Are you guys hungry?" she asked.

"A little," Syrus complained "But Dorothy said we only have a week's worth of food and water."

"I think I can help with that," Ray said. "Hope Dragon Flower, care to show off your special trick?"

"Of course, mistress," Hope Dragon Flower replied.

A pink aura surrounded the floral dragon’s body, indicating she was activating her special ability. The flowers on her body reacted to the glowing as they drank the energy the aura possessed and their petals curled outwards and sprouted open far wide. When the glowing coat dissipated, its reminants stayed behind in the now fully-bloomed flowers, ranging from roses, hibiscuses, and tulips to violets, lilacs, and irises. It felt like there was an endless variety of the floral plants draping all over Hope Dragon Flower. Normally, this would only occur when utilizing one of her effects during duels, but Ray had just discovered not too long ago there was actually more to it than she initially thought.

She told Hassleberry, Alexis, and Syrus to take any flower they like, so the three walked up to the dragon and picked off three of them. Thanks to the ability’s energy coursing through her, the three flowers that were removed started to bud and bloom again; of course, that was only just the beginning. Ray signaled the three to go ahead and eat the plants they were holding, adding a reminder to pull the petals off to obtain the best flavor. Syrus was the first to try out how edible the flowers were, taking a petal from a red rose and putting it in his mouth; a few seconds in and he was left mesmerized at how delicious it was. Alexis and Hassleberry grew more curious and decided to consume a couple petals from their pink lily and marigold respectively. They also relished in the delicacies with each bite they took. Ray explained she discovered her Hope Dragon’s trick back at the infirmary and how all these flowers have an excellent amount of filling in them, which helped her regain some of her stamina because the lack of food was one of the contributors to her fatigue from earlier.

"So your dragon can supply us with food?" Hassleberry asked.

"She can," Ray confirmed. "Even if we run out of food at the academy, Hope Dragon Flower can produce edible flowers for everyone. I also spoke to Bastion earlier and he told me how he was able to use Water Dragon to stay hydrated. Now we can explore this world without running out of food and water."

"Your Hope Dragons sure are amazing," Syrus praised. "Is there anything they can't do?"

"Well other than function in the real world, nope," Ray jokingly replied.

Back inside, a Duel Disk blade popped out and the Graveyard compartment opened up, resulting in a red light to glow. Very shortly after that, a deck of Duel Monsters cards were placed in the Main Deck slot. It was revealed to be Jim, who was arming himself with his deck in case more threats occur and was accompanied by Jesse as they walked down the hallways.

“Hey, is Adrian okay?” Jesse asked.

“Yeah,” Jim answered. “Miss Fontaine patched him good as new. After a good night’s rest, he’ll be right as right.”

“Hope so,” Jesse said. “Hey, does that croc ever get heavy?”

Meanwhile, at the library, it was still darkened and closed for the time being, which was a perfect time to see how the demon arm has been doing… But wait a minute. Where was the arm? The canister is now completely empty albeit the orange bubbly liquid. This was not going to be good for Adrian, and speak of the devil, he arrived at the library and found the capsule armless, baffling him.

“Huh?” He ran to the table where he left the capsule to get a closer inspection. The arm’s not in there, he thought with a scowl on his face. Where could you have gone? Did someone come in here and take you while I was away? I got to get you back here. He turned around and began running in the opposite direction, initiating his search with one more thought in mind: We had a deal.

He dashed down the stairs where he came up from, headed to his right, and passed the bookcases before reaching the exit. While scurrying down the halls, he continued thinking, I have to find it ‘cause if I don’t, everything would have been for nothing. It owes me.

As for some of the other students, they were all hiding away in the classroom with white blankets covering their entire bodies and leaving their faces uncovered. They were clearly scared and some of their complaints consisting of but not limited to how long they will be stuck away from the island, not wanting to be in this dimension, how scary it is, and wanting to see their mother made it more evident. Among the huddled crowd was Blair and her newfound friend Marcel Bonaparte; there were a few hiccups here and there upon their first meeting at the start of the year, but there were signs showing it was smoothing out…at least for now.

Not too far away from them, the orange ghostly spirit of Viper’s deceased son Pierre skipped down the halls, ready to begin a plan of its own. “I’m sensing a dark soul that will serve me well,” it ominously said. “I feel I’m getting closer. You can’t hide from me. No one can.” The demonic spirit stopped skipping and looked up to sense the source of the dark energy this soul presents. It rose up from the ground and soared to a nearby classroom door.

“He’s here,” it presumed. “I’m sure of it.”

"Hey, um... Marcel?" Blair asked.

"Yes, Blair?" Marcel replied as he lifted up his blanket.

"Will you, uh..." Blair blushed. "Will you come take a walk with me?"

"Where?" Marcel wondered.

"Just...down the hall," Blair answered.

"Don't worry," Marcel reassured as he and Blair left the classroom. "I had to go to dez twilet as well. At least there won't be a line."

"You're so funny," Blair complimented with a small laugh. "Got any other jokes?"

"Sure," Marcel answered. "Knock, knock."

"Who's there?" a nearby voice responded.

Meanwhile, back in Nurse Fontaine's office, Jaden had a hard time sleeping. As Winged Kuriboh cuddled up to him, he sat up in his bed. "Axel?" he asked. "You awake over there?"

Axel glanced at Jaden. "Oh good, you're awake," the Slifer Red student noticed. "Couldn't sleep, huh? I just wanted to say, what you did back there in the lab was really cool. So I owe you one, pal."

"You're welcome, Jaden," Axel replied. "Now get some sleep."

Before Jaden could get a chance to lie back down, Winged Kuriboh woke up and flew out of the bed. He had this strange feeling that something amiss is going on.

“What’s up?” Jaden asked. “Is something wrong?”

All of a sudden, there were two overlapping screams echoing not far from the nurse’s office; one was a boy and the other was a girl. Axel shot up from the bed as the screams subsided and asked, “Did you hear that?”

Jaden nodded in response and added, “Let’s go!”

The duo climbed out of their beds, with Axel heading for the side and Jaden dashing to the bottom to get his shoes. He wanted to stay behind at the infirmary to make sure Ray, Bastion, and Adrian would be fine by tomorrow but with the alert of a new danger, he needed to make sure whoever screamed will be healed up for as long as it will take. Once his shoes were on, he aimed for the door that leads out into the hallway to follow Axel.

As the door slid open, Axel turned to his right to find the source of where the screams came from. “This way,” he instructed Jaden.

With them now out of Fonda’s office, they dashed down the halls to see if any of the students that led out the loud screams got hurt. Surprisingly, in what felt like no time at all, they both caught up with Jesse and Jim.

"Hold up!" Jaden called out.

"Jaden!" Jesse remarked, glad to see his friend. "So you guys heard it too?"

"What, are you kidding me?" Jaden asked in response. "I think the whole academy heard that!"

"We better move it," Axel instructed.

"Right," Jaden agreed.

When the group turned around the corner, they were in for a surprising sight. "It's Blair!" Jaden exclaimed. "What happened?" He picked her up. "Blair, wake up..."

Blair groaned as she opened her eyes. "Jaden.." she weakly said. "It took him... It took Marcel... I tried to stop it, but...it scratched me with this gross-looking hand..."

"What do you mean 'it'?" Jaden asked. "What was it, Blair?"

"Look at that," Axel said as he lifted Blair's arm. "It scratched her. I tell you, I've never seen a scratch like that."

"Blair, hang in there," Jaden advised. "Ms. Fontaine will know how to fix this right up."

"Take her, and we'll go look for Marcel," Jesse said. "Sound good?"

"Alright," Jim agreed.

After everyone else agreed, they all parted in opposite directions; Axel, Jesse, and Jim continued their search to see where Marcel could be while Jaden strayed further away from the trio to heading back to the nurse’s office. He ran as fast as he could as he carried an unconscious Blair in his arms and an anxious Winged Kuriboh floated by to see how severe the peculiar, demonic wound was. In the approximately same amount of time to find her, questions have already flooded Jaden’s mind. I wonder if what attacked Blair is the same thing that attacked Viper on the platform? But why Blair and Marcel? And what’s with that wound?

Jaden inspected the state she was recently stuck in, knowing this wasn’t a natural injury, but hopefully something can be done to make it better. “We’re almost there,” he assured. “Just try to hang on.”

Elsewhere, a forbidding atmosphere was slowly budding in the darkened interior of the library. There was no source of light except for two candleholders on their individual small shelf, carrying three candlesticks each with newly lit flames flickering within the dense shadows. Their combined luminosity unveiled an elevated portion of the floor containing a table with six chairs around it and a throne where Marcel was seen sitting on; however, he had a more eerie appearance as shown by his spikier hair, a grayish-brown cape, and a more menacing glare from his eyes as he stared down onto the floor.

“Who’s in here?” a familiar voice interrogated.

He didn’t glanced up to see a figure of a cloaked Duelist walking up to him, noticing the unnerving change in the library before stopping to see who was sitting in front of him. “Aren’t you that kid Marcel?” he asked.

“Not anymore,” “Marcel” answered as his upper eyelids lowered. He moved his left arm from underneath his cape and rested it on top of the armchair to show him it has been completely corrupted by the recognizable demonic arm in addition to a distorted voice that took over his French accent. “Surprise,” he simply added.

Adrian gasped at this bold move the demon took. “But… I thought we had a deal,” he said before pointing directly at its vessel. “You promised to share your power with me! But now it looks like you got yourself a new plan, so what gives?!”

“Nothing has changed, Adrian. You have my word,” “Marcel” remarked as he stood up, still retaining his dark, evil grin and stare, which made Adrian a bit uncomfortable. “I can still give you the power you desire.” He raised his demonic left arm and made a gesture with his hand that suggests they should reach an agreement. “All I require is that you follow my every command,” he continued, with his voice becoming distorted again.

Adrian didn’t have a response to this per se; everything he heard the demon say rendered him speechless. Everything about its possession over Marcel, from the creepy tweaks to his hair, face, and attire to the transitioning deformity of his voice, was rather unsettling. At the same time, it sounded like it was a entity of its word. All it did was find a temporary host to use until it was satisfied with the results of whatever it has in mind, then it can move on to helping him achieve his personal goals, but…will it all be worth it for him?

Meanwhile, the other students were in line for food. Aside from the academy-provided meals Dorothy was handing out, there was also edible flowers provided by Hope Dragon Flower.

"It's chow time, everybody!" Hassleberry announced.

"Okay guys, come and get it!" Syrus announced. He handed a tray containing bread and a bottle water to Chazz. "Enjoy."

"'Enjoy'?!" Chazz repeated. "This ain't food!"

"It's all we have," Syrus explained.

"Hey Chazz, can we have some?" Ojama Yellow asked.

Chazz groaned. "Ever since you guys became real, all you are is hungry! Go ask them!"

"Sorry, you three," Alexis said. "But we have to ration our food, so you'll have to ask Hope Dragon Flower."

Next to the table containing the rations of bread and bottled water was another line forming for the floral treats provided by Ray and Hope Dragon Flower. After giving them out to her friends as a snack last night, she figured the whole school could use some of the flowers, and once Bastion feels better and gets cleaned up, he’ll join up with her and provide more amble supplies of water from his Water Dragon. The Ojama trio have heard about Hope Dragon Flower’s ability and how it can be used for survival purposes, so them falling down to the ground was good timing on their part; at least they don’t have to eat Chazz’s loaf of bread.

“Come on! Hurry up!”

Chazz turned his head to see three impatient Ra Yellow students standing behind him. The yelling came from the one in the middle, who had shaved brown hair, small, circular glasses, and a voice that sounds strangely and exactly identical to the protagonist of an easily recognizable and iconic ‘90s shonen action anime.

“It’s our turn! We got to eat too!” he continued.

Chazz simply turned away from them, much to their disdain. “We’re starving,” the grayish-brunette student added.

“Now move it, buddy!” the spectacled student demaned.

"Be quiet!" Dorothy spoke up. "We're all here together, so we can't run out of supplies. I hope you understand, but we don't even have enough food for Pharaoh." She noticed the cat nuzzling up against her leg. "No matter how he tries to butter me up."

Meanwhile, in Nurse Fontaine's office, Blair was sleeping peacefully. Thanks to Hope Dragon Bird's feathers and large wings, she provided a proper cushion for the Slifer Red Student.

"I'm worried about Blair," Bastion said. "The school doesn't have the proper resources to treat her. We must get back to our world before her condition worsens. I'm sure a real hospital would be more than capable of helping her."

"You're right," Jaden agreed. "But at least Ray let her borrow Hope Dragon Bird."

Blair stirred in her sleep, causing Hope Dragon Bird to nuzzle her. "I am glad to provide assistance to this young human girl," the dragon spoke up. "Any friend of my mistress is a friend of mine. However, I do not provide the proper healing supplies she needs, so I all I can do is make sure she is properly rested."

"You mustn't worry," Bastion advised. "It's clear that Blair appreciates your help."

"But there's gotta be something we can do," Jaden said. "Right, Ms. Fontaine?"

"Unfortunately we've run out of the medicine we need," Ms. Fontaine reported. She gave Jaden a small list. "Now unless you know where to find a first aid kit with all these medications, Blair's condition will only worsen."

Jaden looked at the list. "That's a pretty long list," he commented.

"Did she say 'first aid kit'?" Bastion checked. "The submarine! I saw one stranded in the desert. It must have a first aid kit on board!"

"You think Crowler will let us go?" Jaden wondered.

"Probably not," Bastion pointed out. "We better ask Ray to accompany us. Surely Crowler will let us go if she's with us."

Sure enough, he was right. Because she was one of his favorite students, there was no way Crowler wouldn’t let them go off in the desert on their own; besides, since there was a year difference between Ray, Jaden, and their friends’ ages, she is more than capable of being their chaperone.

"I see..." Crowler said once Jaden finished explaining. "Well as long as Ms. Akaba is accompanying you, I don't see a problem." He looked over at Ray. "But are you sure about this? Two of your dragons are currently busy."

"It's alright," Ray replied. "I still have Hope Dragon Wind and Hope Dragon Moon. I can duel with just them."

"Very well," Crowler decided. "Just make sure everyone comes back in one piece."

“Don’t worry,” Axel reassured. “If I’m with them, nothing’s gonna happen.”

“You got that right, mate,” Jim concurred. “You see, Axel and I have both recently taken dueling in the desert, one-on-one." He looked over at Axel. "Now show 'em what else we've got."

Axel took out some notebooks. "Student notebooks?" Syrus asked.

"Correct," Axel confirmed. "But once we've reconfigure their hard drives, we can use the notebooks as if they were global positioning homing beacons. Which will help guide us back to Duel Academy."

"Just don't take too long," Crowler advised. "It's bad enough the vice chancellor is fretting over one of the student's disappearance. I don't want any more students vanishing."

"It's alright, Dr. Crowler," Ray replied. "I'm sure we'll all make it back in one piece."

Moments later, the students departed the Academy and split up into two groups to carry out their mission. Jaden, Jesse, Ray, Axel, and Jim were all geared up and near the sandy dunes whereas Hassleberry, Syrus, Chazz, and Alexis were closer to the Academy’s entrance.

“So here’s the game plan: we’ll look for the first-aid kid and you guys guard Duel Academy,” Jaden proposed.

“Sure,” Chazz acknowledged. “If trouble comes looking for us, me and my Ojamas will handle it. Right?”

The Ojama trio cowered behind their boss, grabbing a hold on either his shoulder or resting on top of his spiky, black hair and whimpering out of fear. Unlike what usually happens when they tend to get like this, Chazz raised both eyebrows and had a surprised expression as his reaction; he should’ve seen that coming.

“I’m going with you, Jaden,” Adrian declared as he walked towards the group setting out to find the submarine.

“Okay, but I thought that you were hurt,” Jaden recalled.

“I’m feeling much better,” Adrian informed. “Plus, after Ray saved me from that Harpie, it’s the least I can do to say thanks.”

“Cool. Sounds good,” Jaden replied before turning his head to see Jesse. “We should head out.”

“Yeah,” Jesse responded as he nodded in agreement. “Let’s go find us a submarine.”

“You got it,” Adrian stated.

“Chazz, good luck,” Jaden encouraged.

“Luck is for losers,” Chazz retorted.

“See ya,” Hassleberry and Syrus both said, which was followed with the former giving some quick advice. “Duel first. Ask questions later.”

With all said and done, Jaden, Jesse, Ray, Axel, Adrian, and Jim all set out back into the sandy terrains in search of the submarine Bastion saw; given the path he took when they found him reuniting with the Duel Academy alumni, it would hopefully give them some kind of clue as to where it would be. Wherever it is, the first aid kit was absolutely essential if they wanted to patch up Blair’s abnormal scratch wound and bring her fever down. There’s no telling what will happen to her if her condition worsens.

Shortly after they initiated their expedition, Adrian went back into his thoughts again, determined to make sure the others don’t find out about his true colors. This excursion is providing the perfect cover for me to find that sub and cover my tracks ‘cause if these guys find out about that card I’m after, my plans could be in serious jeopardy, he internally monologued while turning around to look back at the Academy. And I can keep him happy by watching Jaden’s every move.

On top of the school’s structures, the demon-possessed Marcel was standing behind one of the walls, peeking on Adrian as the six students trailed further and further away. Everything was going according to plan. “Watch them well, Adrian. You work for me, now,” he commanded in a low voice so that no one hears him. He moved the attached demon arm out of his cloak and angled it at around 90 degrees, causing it to mutate it appearance. Bone-like features ingrained within its composition surfaced on top and expanded outward to form a custom Duel Disk that looked nothing like the ones made by KaibaCorp or the ones at Duel Academy.

“Now to send Jaden a little welcoming present,” “Marcel” schemed with his mouth forming an evil smirk and his voice sounding distorted once again. He took out a card and placed it onto one of his Monster Zones, reading it with a briefly lit green light.

"What now?" Jesse asked after a bit of wandering around.

"Well Jess," Jaden replied. "Since our Duel Monsters are real, I thought we'd just fly to the sub."

"I can take it from here," Ray said as she took out two cards from her deck. "I don't want any of your monsters to get involved in accidental duels."

"You sure?" Jesse asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure," Ray insisted. "My Hope Dragons should be big enough to fly us over there." She activated her Duel Disk and put her cards on it. "Come on out, Hope Dragon Wind and Hope Dragon Moon!"

The sky increased in brightness for a short time, enveloping the three suns as trails of lunar energy soared from over the horizon and flowed to where Ray was standing. It may be daytime where they are right now, but somewhere within the Duel Monsters dimension, it is already night because the moon never leaves the atmosphere. At the same time, gusts of winter winds sailed across the land and blew from below her feet, forming large tornadic spirals around her that sent smalls chills up her spine. The combination of the lunar energy and the winter winds condensed into one glowing white sphere with a windy atmosphere, almost like Neptune, until it imploded on itself and bursted out cold air coated with stars and snowflakes. As the smoke cleared, Hope Dragons Wind and Moon hovered side by side in the spot where the sphere once was.

"You want us to use your dragons as transportation?" Adrian asked.

"Aw, don't worry about it," Hope Dragon Wind reassured as she and Hope Dragon Moon knelt down. "We can carry all of you with ease."

"But please slow down, sister," Hope Dragon Moon advised as Ray climbed onto her clawed hand. "You tend to be a speedy flyer."

"Geez, I know!" Hope Dragon Wind. "I know better than to fly my usual way with humans on my back!"

"Come on, you two," Ray said. "We can worry about that later. Time to find that sub!"

#Arc V Aftermath #Leo Will Never Know #yugioh arc v #Zarc (arc v)#Ray Akaba #ZarcRay #GenesisShipping

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thedefinitionofbts · 7 years

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Pink Flower Petals (M)

Pairings: Park Jimin x Reader ft. Min Yoongi

Genre: Fluff and Smut, Childhood Friends to Lovers

Words: 9K

Description: Because flowers have to choose the right time to bloom.

Warnings: Mildly Explicit Sexual Content

Dandelions | New Beginnings

You were twelve years old when you received your first flower from Park Jimin.

He was a sweet little kid, your neighbor for as long as you can remember and someone you, more than occasionally, encountered whenever your mother told you to take out the trash or retrieve letters from the mailbox. Despite living right next door, with only a patch of grass and a cement sidewalk separating your two houses, the two of you had barely had any direct interaction, that is, until he walked up to you one warm summer afternoon with a dandelion in his hand while you were sitting on the steps of you front porch reading a colorfully illustrated book.

At the time he was only eleven years old and good half a head shorter than you, not having hit his growth spurt yet. His eyes were curved into crescent shaped moons as he smiled thoughtfully and handed you the fluffy flower shyly, only to bashfully run away after you had awkwardly accepted it.

Park Jimin was the type of kid who made wishes on dandelions and wholeheartedly believed they would one day come true, and that was exactly how you decided to label him after that day.

Orange Daffodils | Childhood Friends

Of course, you did see him again…and again…and again.

Sometimes you caught him staring at you while you were playing with your dolls in the garden of your backyard. Although he would attempt to quickly hide behind the fence, hoping you didn’t catch him red handed, he would often clumsily make too much noise in the process of doing so. You didn’t know if he was just shy or a weird kid in general, but you didn’t think it could hurt to ask him if he wanted to play.

“Hi, I’m Y/N” You say as you walk up to him while he remained “hidden” on the other side of the picket fence, thinking you weren’t aware he was there.

“H-Huh? Oh, m-my name is J-Jimin” He says nervously as he realizes he was terrible at being sneaky and slowly steps out to reveal himself. He was wearing a plaid green and yellow button up shirt under a pair of dark blue denim overalls. His hair was dark and feathery, bangs lazily covering his almond shaped eyes, but you could still see the signature half-moons as he smiled enthusiastically despite the growing embarrassment manifesting in the form of his lightly flushed cheeks.

“Do you want to help me plant some flowers?” You ask, looking at him curiously.

He nods excitedly and squeezes through the space between two adjacent pickets of the fence separating his backyard and yours. Once he’s through, with virtually no struggle at all due to his petite size, you show him over to your mother’s flower garden and the various pots of flowers that had yet to be planted.

Your mother’s flower garden was beautiful, and it always made you feel very grown up knowing that it was your job to take care of it while she was away for work. There were rows upon rows of blue morning glory, pink carnations, yellow chrysanthemums, lavender hydrangea, red tulips, and orange daffodils. You mother loved flowers, and whereas most people would save space in their gardens to plant edible vegetables, your mother opted to fill hers with all of her favorite flowers.

“See? You just dig a hole and then you put everything in the pot, soil and all, into the hole and you cover any spaces with more dirt.” You explain while you show Jimin step by step how to transport the flowers from their pots to the ground.

You watch as he follows your instructions with no complaints at all, satisfied at his charmingly obedient attitude and enamored by his innate docile aura. He was indeed one of the sweetest little boys you’ve ever met, and a quick learner too. After you deem him ready to work on his own, you proceed to plant more flowers yourself.

“Here” He says minutes later, handing you an orange daffodil that he had plucked from one of the unplanted pots.

“Jimin!” You shout. “You’re not supposed to separate them from the roots!”

He jumps a little, started by your sudden reaction. “Oh, sorry” He looks down at his feet, worried that you wouldn’t want to be friends with him anymore after what he did.

You sigh softly. “It’s ok”

Relief floods his face as he slowly looks up and sees that you are smiling again.

“It sure is pretty” You comment as you reach over and take the flower that he was still holding out towards you. It was the brightest shade of orange, and the bottom petals flared out like warm rays of sunshine. You couldn’t help but beam at the endearing sight of it.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to pull it out” He apologizes again.

You lift your hand and pat him gently on the head. “Don’t worry, it’ll grow back.”

Jimin takes it as a sign that you still want to be friends and secretly smiles to himself.

A week later, Jimin comes over to your house and invites you to play soccer with his friends, Hoseok and Taehyung, you don’t want to turn down his offer but you also pretty much failed at all sports so you decide to just tag along and watch them play.

You sit on the sidelines as you admired Jimin juggling the ball with his feet, agile movements captivating your eyeballs. Jimin was fast, flexible, and more athletic than most boys his age. Although he was small, his muscles were already well defined. You soon learn from Hoseok that Jimin also enjoys dancing, which explains why his body was able to move so fluidly.

At one point, Taehyung kicks the ball a bit too far and Jimin has to run into the bushes to retrieve it. You turn your attention to the other kids playing at the park, but Jimin’s voice snaps you back towards his direction.

“Look Y/N, I found one!” Jimin squeals as he eagerly runs over with what looked like something orange in his hand.

You get a closer look as his figure approaches you and realize that it’s another orange daffodil. It was smaller than the ones planted in your mother’s garden back at home, but nevertheless vibrant and eye-catching.

“Where did you-?” You begin to question, but realize it was no use. You smile and shake your head in defeat. Park Jimin just loved giving people flowers, and the burst of excitement expressed in his face is just too contagious.

He laughs a little when you scrunch your nose to smell the flower. It was the first time you heard the musical giggle escape his throat, and it was heart warming, truly and utterly heart warming.

Purple Lilac | First Emotion of Love

High school came as quickly as middle school ended. Those awkward pre-teen years were finally a thing of the past and everyone was ready to start a new chapter of their lives, moving on to the next steps in the process of growing up. There were going to be a lot of new challenges to face, the biggest being dealing with puberty and newfound crushes on those of the opposite sex or same for some people.

Although you and Jimin had attended separate middle schools, there was only one high school in your town, so of course the two of you inevitably ended up in the same one. He even had some of the same classes as you, namely literature and math, and you guys also shared the same free period, in which you would attempt to work on homework at the library so you wouldn’t have to do it at home later, but more often than not you would be too distracted by random conversations or the latest gossip to even be remotely productive.

“So I heard there’s this really cute guy on the basketball team” You say to Jimin during lunch one day. The two of you were sitting under the shade of a large oak tree, watching other students play Frisbee on the football field. It was sunny, but the signs of autumn were unmistakable. The crunch of dried, dead leaves could be heard as people ran through the grass, and the wind that blew by contained the light, muffled scent of the approaching winter.

“You mean, Min Yoongi?” Jimin asks, raising his eyebrows and turning to you. He had finally grown to be taller than you, puberty hitting him like a train the summer before freshman year. Even his features had gotten sharper, prominent jawline, large almond shaped eyes, and baby cheeks all but a thing of the past. Despite the change in physical appearance, his personality remained relatively the same and he still retained that distinctive eye smile that you’ve grown to know him by.

“Yeah, that’s his name” You reply eagerly. “I’ve only seen him once, but he seems really cool.” You clearly recall an incident last week, one that you had been replaying over and over in your mind, like some broken tape stuck on repeat. Black beanie, blonde hair peaking out, dark mysterious eyes, and one of the most charming smiles you’ve ever seen.

Jimin laughs nervously. “Yea, he’s really cool…” His voice trails off before he quickly clears his throat. “I mean, he’s not only good at basketball, he’s got some real talent for music too.” He says before taking a bite of his sandwich.

“Really?” With your interest stimulated, you scoot closer to Jimin. “How do you know?” You question, barely able to contain your excitement as you wait for him to finish chewing and answer.

“He’s in my music class.” Jimin replies. “He’s plays the piano and even composes his own songs.”

You gape in awe. Unable to contain your amazement at the new information Jimin has just shared with you.

Jimin gazes out at the field, and a moment of silence passes between the two of you as you continue to drool over this Min Yoongi whom you barely even knew. You don’t notice Jimin sigh, but you do hear his next comment.

“You interested in him?” He asks. He wasn’t looking at you, but instead still staring at the field. “I can set you guys up.” He offers, this time turning to look at your eager face.

You nod enthusiastically. This was it. You were finally going to meet the guy you had accidentally ran into last week, like literally ran into, bodies colliding and everything. The one who had knocked all of the books you had in your arms to the ground, but acted like a gentleman and helped you pick them up. It felt ridiculous to admit it, but ever since you saw him wear that signature black beanie of his, you would mistakenly assume everyone in a black beanie was him.

Park Jimin was reliable, just like you’ve always known him to be because not long after he had offered to set you up with Yoongi, you found yourself staring at his phone number through a text message Jimin had sent you.

Nervously biting your lip, and uncertain if this was being too proactive on your part since it’s usually the guy chasing the girl, you final summon the courage to text Yoongi after an hour of mental debate.

To your utter surprise, Yoongi agrees to grab lunch with you on Saturday. You couldn’t believe it even as your eyes remained fixed on the words glowing from your phone screen. You covered your mouth and squealed in your room for a good half a minute, and even had to bury you face in your pillow so the neighbors wouldn’t think you were crazy.

When the day finally arrived, you woke up extra early, almost earlier than you had to wake up on a normal school day, which was insane because sleeping in on Saturday had always been your favorite time of the week. But the excitement had you all riled up since the night before, and because everything had to be perfect, you also spend double the amount of time putting on makeup and tried on almost every outfit in your closet in search of the perfect one. You decide to settle with something simple, white t-shirt and ripped black jeans; assuming that Yoongi mostly likely wasn’t a fan of the super girly look by the way he liked to dress himself.

And as expected, Min Yoongi was exactly the gentleman you had imagined him to be, already waiting for you at the cafe even though you had even gotten there five minutes early. You notice that he’s wearing a leather jacket and he’s got that same beanie on. He looked so handsome, sitting in the corner, sunlight shinning down on him through the glass window pane, eyes completely focused on the sheet of music in front of him, that you almost don’t want to disturb such an artist in his element. But you take a deep breath and sum up every last ounce of courage to approach.

“Yoongi?” You voice as calmly as you can.

He slowly looks up. “Y/N?” He says, voice oh-so-low and smooth as honey.

You nod shyly, while internally reacting like the teenage girl you were.

The two of you have a relatively silent lunch. Exchanging some generic questions, small talk if you will. There wasn’t that moment of clicking that you had imagined there would be, and Yoongi was clearly trying to be nice by answering some of your stupid questions like, what’s your favorite color and do you always wear a beanie. You blame it on the butterflies in your stomach, but it was blatantly obvious that the two of you barely had any shared interests.

When the two of you finish eating, Yoongi walks you home, past the soccer field and grass-lined roads, through the tunnels under the highways, and across familiar neighborhoods that you grew up driving by sitting in the backseat. You try to strike up another conversation, but you find yourself at loss for words. Yoongi was understandably extremely passionate about music, but you didn’t know squat about it, let alone could voice any deep opinions about artists and song lyrics. He played basketball, that you knew, but sports were never really your thing either. You had only ever been an observer, an admirer from afar.

“Yoongi…?” You murmur nervously.

“Hmmm?” He hums before stopping and turning towards you.

“Are you…ummm….d-dating….” You don’t know what you’re doing, and you don’t know what invisible force was giving you the audacity to ask, but you desperately wanted to get it out into the open and this seemed like a chance, or so your frenzied mind thought.

He pauses and looks at you with kind eyes. “You’re a really sweet girl, and I had a good time with you today, but I don’t think I’m the one for you.” He says reading your thoughts entirely and indirectly answering your primary question without you even having to voice the words out loud. He slides his hands in his pockets and glances at the kids playing soccer in the field.

Your bottom lip quivers, and you don’t know if you heard right, but it most definitely sounded like he was rejecting you. “W-what…?” You utter almost inaudibly. You quickly look down at your feet, feeling the growing embarrassment creep up your neck.

“I may not be the one for you, but I know someone who is” Yoongi says as he looks at you. His gaze was soothing, and his voice light.

You lift your head and look at him confused, raising your eyebrows and opening your mouth to ask, but before you can voice a question, Yoongi speaks again.

“He told me about all the things you like, all the things you don’t like, what to do when you’re upset, stressed, sad, and lonely. Your favorite color, food, song, and movie…” Yoongi goes on and on, until his voice eventually stops and you’re left there dumbfounded.

He turns to look at you. “I’m sure you know who I’m referring to.” Yoongi ruffles your hair and flashes that signature smile of his before walking away.

Maybe you didn’t know and maybe deep down you knew all along, but now that Yoongi has dragged it straight out into broad daylight, there’s no way you could ignore it any longer.

His crescent shaped eye smile appears in the back of your mind and his soft musical laugh echoes in your ears. You recall the time he helped you with math homework all night even though he had a biology exam the next day. The time he gave you his lunch when you had been an idiot and accidentally left yours at home. That cold winter day when he draped his jacket over your shoulders, and that hot summer afternoon when he ran two miles to the store just to buy you ice cream. You look at the patch of dandelions on the side of the soccer field and are reminded of the very first gift you ever received from him, their fluffy seeds carrying the wishes of a boy who dreamed of being with you.

“Jimin” You whisper out loud before turning and sprinting towards his house.

You race past the schoolyard, through house lined neighborhoods and abandoned gas stations, finally reaching the front porch of the house next to yours. There was a basket of purple lilacs on the porch; endearingly reminiscent of the ones Jimin had given to you back when you two had first started high school. Taking in large gulps of air in an attempt to calm your heavy panting and pounding heart, you tentatively lift a hand to knock on the door. Was he home? Will he find this strange?

There was a moment of silence before you heard the lock on the door click.

“Y/N, what are you-“

You jump and wrap your arms around him before he could finish his sentence. Tears were beginning to well up in your eyes, and you knew this was probably not how you should be handling this situation, but you couldn’t help it.

Jimin stands there frozen and clearly confused for an infinitesimal second before slowly wrapping his arms around you. You feel his shoulders begin to relax from their previously tense state.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Are you ok?” Jimin’s concerned voice cuts through your sniffles.

You slowly let go of the hug and wipe your tears with your head facing the ground as to not show Jimin the total mess you looked like.

He reaches over and cups your cheek in his hand, lifting your head, and wiping away your streaky tears with his thumb.

“Y/N?” He repeats the syllables softly.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be doing this.” You whimper.

“Was it Yoongi?” He asks, looking into your glossy eyes and wrinkling his forehead in concern.

“No, no it’s not like that” You reply. You bite your lip, trying to decide if being this straightforward in such an embarrassing situation was the best thing to do. But there was no turning back now. “I-I realized…”

Your voice was so soft that Jimin had to lean in closer to hear you. You could smell his cologne and feel the warmth emanating from his body, making your heart pound even harder against your chest.

“I like you” You finally say out loud. You look away, afraid to meet him in the eye.

Jimin looks down at the ground and secretly smiles, he tries to hide his excitement, afraid to scare you off, but in his sixteen years of life, his heart had never felt fuller than it did the moment he heard you say those words to him.

He walks in front of you and puts his hands on your shoulders, looking you straight in the eye, leaning in so close that your noses were basically touching.

“I like you too, Y/N” He whispers, words carried to the crevice of your ear by his soft breathe. “I’ve liked you, for a long, long time.”

Red Rose | Passionate Love

Four years of high school soared by like a rocket ship headed for the moon, and you could barely remember the details. All you knew was that you and Jimin officially started dating sophomore year, and what matted was the two of you are still going strong now. Both of you would be going off to university in the fall, which entails only seeing him in the summer and other breaks, and having to deal with a long distance relationship during the school year, which you weren’t overly worried about, but who really knew right?

“How does going to a movie sound?” Jimin says while he was watching you pack your clothes into the last suitcase you had available. It was hard trying to decide what to bring to college, and you couldn’t stop worrying about whether it’d be better to just pack the bare minimum, making it an easier move in terms of physical labor or to bring everything you could, just in case you happened to need it during the school year. Going to university was a big change; after all you were basically moving your whole life to a new city and starting a brand new adventure.

“Jimin, it’s our last date before going long distance, and all you want to do is watch a movie??” You stop folding your blouse and turn to look at him. He was sitting on your bed and swinging his legs absentmindedly.

“Y/N, I was kidding,” He says with a sly grin, eyes disappearing into perfectly shaped crescents once again. “I’ve been planning this since we got our acceptance letters. You should know me better than to think I, of all boyfriends, would be that lame.”

“I’m just waiting for the day you screw up” You joke, while turning back to the packing task at hand. It wasn’t long before you were tucking in the last pair of socks and zipping up the largest compartment of your luggage.

Jimin had waited patiently the entire time, helping you organize all your things and doing all the heavy lifting (aka carrying the large boxes filled with toiletries and supplies down to the car).

By the time everything was set to go for tomorrow, it was already lunchtime.

“Wanna grab something to eat?” You ask Jimin as you place your hands on your hips, admiring the packed boxes and suitcases stacked in your parents’ SUV.

“Yeah, and then we can get this date started” He grins.

As expected, Jimin didn’t disappoint. He wasn’t kidding when he said he hand been planning this date for ages. That afternoon, he took you around to all of the places that you guys have loved and share fond memories of growing up. The lake where you guys road paddle boats in the summer, the park where you used to go tree climbing and chat just sitting in the branches for entire days at a time. It was an afternoon filled with nostalgia and melancholic emotions, like that gust of change at the end of summer or that transition phase of entering the mystical hour of twilight. You know that feeling when you’re gazing out the car window at the scenery passing by while listening to the type of music that is just perfect for the moment? That’s what it felt like to take a stroll through the past with Jimin by your side, your hand fitting seamlessly into his as he intertwined his fingers with yours and lightly swung your arms back and forth.

In each place he took you, he would bring up old stories that had happened between the two of you, that even you forgot. It was amazing that he still remembered.

“Like that one time you had to pee so badly but didn’t want to go home so you just went in the bushes and I had to keep guard?”

“Oh my god, Jimin, why do you still remember that!?” You huff a sigh of disbelief. “Honestly, what was that? Six years ago?”

He laughs. “I’m sure your brain just wanted to wipe that memory off the face of the earth, but it was pretty unforgettable for me.”

Jimin had a good memory, way better than the average person, which was understandable because he dreams of being a doctor one day, and those biology courses are going to require a ton of memorization. But even someone with a skilled memory like his would have a hard time recalling details as specific as the way you smelled when the two of you went on your first date or the color of your eye shadow at prom.

“I made a reservation for that restaurant downtown.” Jimin says as the sun was beginning to set and the streetlights were gradually turning on. “You know, that one on top of the skyscraper that you’ve always wanted to view the city from.”

“Jimin!” You gasp, immediately floored by such a wasteful decision. “That place is super expensive, I can’t believe-“

“Y/N” Jimin interrupts you. “It’s fine, I promised I’d take you one day.”

“When did I request for you to do that?” You gasp, wondering how you could be so spoiled as to demand Jimin to take you to eat at such a fancy place when you knew neither of you broke ass soon-to-be college students could afford these kind of luxuries.

Jimin laughs. “When we were both thirteen remember?”

You stare at him wide-eyed, mouth hanging slightly agape. You should’ve known this was something that happened a long time ago, something insignificant yet of course Jimin would take seriously enough to remember up until this day.

“B-but, how…?” You trail off, wondering how he could’ve saved up the money.

“I saved some money from that part time job I got last summer.” Jimin replies nonchalantly.

“You told me you were doing that so you could buy a new pair of dance shoes.”

“Yeah, well I figured I could buy that later. Today is dedicated to us.” He smiles, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand.

Jimin takes you home so you can both change and look more presentable. You didn’t have time to go through a full on makeover, so you just throw on a black dress, tie your hair in an extravagant looking but easy to make bun, and finish your look off with a pair of shiny black heels. When eight o’clock comes around, the two of you are both seated and ready to order.

The food was absolutely delicious, and the atmosphere was calming with mood lighting and soothing music playing in the background. You were even willing to bet the chief had to be an artist because everything on your plate looked too pretty to eat.

You and Jimin sat by the large glass windows overlooking the city lights below and the moon that was a bright ivory crescent floating in the dark night sky. You chatted until it was almost closing time, and there was virtually no one else left. When the waiter finally came by to pick up the last empty plate, he stopped to compliment how good the two of you looked together, a statement that triggered a proud smile to spread across Jimin’s face and a light pink flush to wash over your cheeks.

Like the gentleman that he is, Jimin drove you home and walked you up your front porch steps a ritual that the two of you have practiced all throughout high school. As the clocked continued to tick away, you were starting to grow aware of the imminent end of one important phase, knowing that you had reached the first major turning point in the story of your life. It was scary in way, making you feel apprehensive about what the future holds, wondering whether or not you were perhaps losing some things along the way, some things that may never be the same.

Nevertheless, the one thing that gave you comfort was the fact that you knew Jimin was probably feeling the same way, sharing your thoughts and emotions, staying by your side because in this turbulent period called youth, every one needs a constant that keeps them grounded. That’s what Jimin was to you, and that’s what you were to him, the firm and resolute constant that succeeds at doing something the ever-changing world is unable to.

“Y/N?” You hear Jimin murmur.

Turning to face him, you swear you can see stars in his glossy eyes, the way his irises shimmies and flickers under the moonlight like they were born to grace the night sky.

“Hmm?” You wait for his response, but he continues to sweep his gaze across your face, as if he was trying to memorize every shape and crevice, every emotion and color written in your expression.

He leans in closer, to the point where you can feel his warm breath on the tip of your nose and smell the faint scent of his familiar cologne. You close your eyes at the same time his lips make contact with yours. It starts off slow, but quickly becomes more urgent as he begins to move his lips against yours and you can feel his tongue requesting access in which you grant almost immediately.

“I’ll miss you,” He whispers, lips breaking away from the kiss but hands still gently caressing your cheek.

“I’ll miss you too” You smile, as you grip onto his wrist.

“See you during break?”

“Yeah” You nod as you watched him turn and walk back to his house, only to turn back around and wave again…and again…and again, until he finally reached the front porch of his house and disappeared inside.

…

You did see Jimin during breaks, but during the school year, more often than not you would wonder if he was doing what normal guys did in college. Partying, getting drunk, sleeping with girls…it was not only possible, but also extremely likely especially since the two of you were now long distance and Jimin was reaching his sexual prime. Although you had known Jimin since childhood, people change when they start new lives in university. That was all normal, and it was not your right to hold him back from doing what he wants. You’ve even tried to convince yourself several times that it shouldn’t matter if leaves you because he found his real soulmate or whatever. Constantly reiterating to yourself that few couples are able to stay together since childhood and go through a long distance relationship during college, and that it’s an absolute miracle you and Jimin have made it this far as it is.

To be completely honest, all of those thoughts were a kind of self-defense mechanism or so you liked to think of it as, because it was much easier to avoid disappointment by giving up hope than to clutch onto senseless expectation and pray that it won’t fly away. You figured if you didn’t place so much importance on your relationship with Jimin, it would give him less room to hurt you if that’s what it really came down to in the end.

But it was the day you were alone with his college roommate Jeon Jungkook, that you got all the answers to those questions that had been gnawing at you while you and Jimin were apart. You were visiting Jimin at his university during Spring Break and just like all the previous times you went to his dorm, his roommate Jungkook was there, he was normally always either gaming or working on some school project on his laptop. And it was the day you were alone with Jungkook while Jimin went out to lunch with the students in his Biochem lab to celebrate the successful publication of one of the Grad students’ papers, that you found the perfect opportunity to converse with Jungkook one on one.

“So Jungkook” You begin to say as you watch him grab a loaf of bread and a jar of Nutella from the fridge to make himself a sandwich. He was a total player, you could tell just by looking at him and the way he carries himself. Seductive face, tall, attractive, muscular, butt chin and all. It didn’t give you any more consolation about the whole Jimin is probably sleeping with other girls behind your back theory you had conjured up. Especially not with a playboy roommate like Jungkook, who probably temps him to go clubbing and whatnot. “I see you and Jimin are pretty close.”

“Yeah, we share some common interests and he kind of reminds me of my brother.” Jungkook replies, grabbing a butter knife to spread the creamy concoction on the slice of bread he cut.

“What do you guys like to do together? Like on weekends and stuff.” You ask, as naturally as possible, without letting Jungkook think you’re using him to get the inside dish on what Jimin does behind your back.

“Well, we sometimes dance or play soccer…” Jungkook shrugs as he takes a large bite of his sandwich and begins munching on it like a bunny.

“Do you guys go drinking on Friday nights?” You push the topic a little further, ignoring how adorably innocent he was looking at the moment, because you were a woman on a mission and this was an opportunity you weren’t planning on wasting.

Jungkook huffs a laugh. “I wish.” He says shaking his head. “Man, we could have so much fun if he were into that stuff.” Jungkook says staring into space and losing himself in his thoughts before realizing you were still there, and that you were Jimin’s girlfriend. “Uh…I mean, guys night out, you know?” He nervously laughs, trying to hide the fact that he was totally referring to something else.

“You don’t party at all?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course I do!” Jungkook says defensively. “I’m not some lame nerd who does homework on Friday nights. ”

“Did you just call Jimin a lame nerd?” You ask, trying to muffle a laugh.

Jungkook stops chewing, mouth hanging open as he searches for a response to the mess he just put himself in.

“Y/N, look, Jimin…he’s not your average male college student.” Jungkook sighs. “He’s really seriously about his studies, and he literally never shuts up about you.”

Your expression softens at Jungkook’s words.

“I’ve known him for almost two years, and I still admire his devotion to everything he sets his mind to, whether it’s medical school or being a faithful friend and boyfriend from what I can tell.” Jungkook takes a sip of water before continuing. “To be honest, if he wasn’t so attached to you, I’d probably date him myself.” He finishes. “I mean, if I were a girl, you know, cause I’m straight as a pole.” He quickly adds, eyes widening in disbelief that he just said what he did.

You giggle, unable to contain it any longer, but if it weren’t for Jungkook’s humor, you’d probably have tears welling up in your eyes because of the way he described Jimin. Your Jimin. The sweet little boy who you should give more credit to because he truly deserves the world.

…

“So Jungkook told me some stuff,” You voice while you and Jimin were walking home from dinner that night. Jungkook’s words were still fresh in your mind, but you had the goal of provoking Jimin to defend himself tonight, to have a little fun and “test” how he would react.

“It was about me wasn’t it?” Jimin sighs.

“Yeah, he told me all about how you seduce other girls” You lie, trying to hold back a giggle, and hoping Jimin will take the bait.

“Y/N, you can’t possibly believe that can you?” Jimin says, turning to you. He grabs a hold of your wrist and stops walking.

You avoid eye contact by turning your head away, afraid he might see that you were just playing around.

“Y/N” Jimin says, trying to get your attention.

Your heart clenches at the desperation in his voice, and you almost want to stop the acting right there, but Jimin speaks before you can tell him you were just kidding.

“I don’t know what Jungkook’s plan of telling you stuff he made up is, but can you trust me when I say there’s not a day that goes by when I don’t think about you?” Jimin’s hand slackens, and he lets go of his grip of your wrist. He sighs heavily and stares at the ground as he voices his next words. “You’re the first person that comes to mind when the rays of sun peek through my dorm room curtains, and your warm touch is the last sensation I feel before I fall asleep. When I’m sitting in class alone or walking around campus, I imagine the jokes you and I would come up for so many random things, and when I’m stressed from studying for an exam or feeling mildly depressed because of what the future holds, the thought of you is what brings me to a better place. I know this sounds like something from a shitty romantic movie that probably got crappy ratings, but I-”

He doesn’t have a chance to finish his last sentence because you were already flinging your arms around him and lacing your upper body around his neck. You look up at the clear moonlit sky, attempting to stop the tears from spilling over due to Jimin pouring out his heart to you.

“Jimin” You whisper into his ear. “I was kidding” You sniffle, having failed to prevent your emotions from overwhelming you.

“Oh, thank god” Jimin says as he wraps his arms around your voice.

You laugh in between sniffles. “You’re not even mad?” You ask surprised.

“Nah, I’m just glad I don’t have to kick Jungkook in the crotch anymore.” Jimin smiles, and the reflection of the moon twinkles in his crescent shaped eyes.

You lean in for a kiss before your rational mind can ponder over the action. Jimin cups your face in his warm hands and entangles his tongue with yours, expertly maneuvering it to express his desire.

You feel a heat begin to swell up in between your legs. And you can feel the pace of Jimin’s breathing pick up as he continues to kiss you.

“Should we, find, a more” You try to get the muffled words out, while at the same time, not wanting to break the kiss that was still making you see stars. “private place?” You finally manage to get out. You feel Jimin nod, and hum an agreement at the same time, while his hand moves to rest on the curve of your lower back.

You can’t explain exactly how, but the two of you manage to make it back to Jimin and Jungkook’s dorm without ripping each other’s clothes off before entering.

“Is he here?” You breathe as you look around to see if Jungkook is around.

“He sleeps over at the frat house on Fridays” Jimin answers. “We don’t have to worry about him all weekend.” He grins at the last part, and you step over and pull him into another kiss.

Jimin guides you over to his bedroom, and gently lays you down on your back. He pulls away from the kiss just so he could take a moment to look at you endearingly. His eyes run down your flushed face and heated body, and a look of lust that you had never seen in him before flashes across his dark orbs, sending shock waves running down your spin and an eagerness to churn like butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“Y/N” He whispers, breath uneven and airy. He leans back in and leaves a trail of soft kisses down your neck as he unbuttons his shirt. You felt a mixture of nerves and growing need start to build up around your center. You didn’t plan for this to happen despite having it cross your mind in the past, and you certainly didn’t know what to expect. First times weren’t supposed to be perfect, that you knew, but your mind couldn’t completely dismiss the fact that there would be pain involved. What if it hurt too much to continue? The last thing you wanted was to stop in the middle and leave Jimin hanging.

“Jimin?” You murmur just as his hands had slid on either side of your hips and was about to pull your pants down. At the sound of his name, he instantly freezes, fingers still gripping the waistband of your jeans.

“You ok?” He asks, lust leaving his eyes to immediately be replaced with mild alarm. The concern tangled in his voice is slight, but makes your heart tug in ways you didn’t think two words could.

You bite your bottom lip and nod, trying to figure out how to organize your racing thoughts, wanting more than anything for this experience to feel natural and special for both you and Jimin.

“Tell me if you want to stop, ok? We can stop anytime.” Jimin leans back down and kisses your cheek, making sure you knew he wouldn’t want to do this unless you were absolutely sure that you wanted to.

It was not long before your pants and underwear are off, you sit up to lift your shirt, the dampness from your sweat making goosebumps appear on your exposed skin. Jimin helps you unhook your bra and you help him unzip his pants. As your fingers tugged on the zipper, you were repeating words of encouragement in your mind telling yourself that you were in fact ready for this. But the tent that forms as the zipper is released refuels the fire burning in your loins erasing all feelings of uncertainty.

When both of you are undressed, you slowly lay back down as Jimin leans his body over you, joining you on his bed. He places one hand on the pillow next to your head, supporting himself as he maneuvers his other hand to massage your breast. You spread your legs to make room for him to fit comfortably.

“I’ve imagined this countless times in my head” Jimin murmurs as he leaves a trail of kisses down your neck and towards your chest, nibbling at your nipple when he reaches your breast.

“Oh, so you were pretending to be innocent this whole time” You exclaim, jokingly calling him out for acting all harmless for so many years.

“I’m still a guy you know,” He mutters, manhood taking a blow thinking you’ve never thought of him in any kind of lustful way like he has when it comes to you, countless times in fact. But you knew that, that wasn’t true at all, because you’ve had numerous sinful dreams about him as well.

You smirk, reaching down and pulling his throbbing member out of his boxers. It would’ve been a tad bit nerve-wracking, but you were feeling braver now that the jokes were out and three seconds of audacious adrenaline hit you all of a sudden. A courage that stemmed from the calming and amiable understanding that had blossomed between the two of you, a result of having known Jimin for so many years, you knew there was nothing to be self-conscious about and it was undeniable that he had never judged you, not your body nor your feelings, and the look in his eyes right now was speaking volumes on how much he wanted you, how much he needed you.

Jimin tenses momentarily at your sudden touch before letting out a guttural moan. “I-I think Jungkook has a stash of condoms laying around somewhere. Hold on.” He says as he begins to get up.

You grab his arm before he’s able to leave to search for them. “I’m on birth control.” You quickly announce, giving him a tentative glance. “H-Have you been with anyone else?” You ask, not knowing if this was his first time too, telling yourself it’s ok if you don’t happen to be his first like he was yours, but simultaneously secretly hoping he would say no.

Jimin smiles and shakes his head, still looking at you with furrowed brows. “But what if-?” He was about to say what if you decided to sleep with other people in the future, but your voice interrupts him.

“I’m planning on only having one partner in my life.” You murmur, feeling the rush of heat flood your cheeks as you voice the statement.

At the sound of your words, a look of endearment washes across Jimin’s expression, tenderness and adoration occupying the glittering specs in his eyes, the corners of his lips twitching into a smile. He begins caressing you once more, leaning back on top of you and massaging your breasts, teasing your opening, and patiently finding the right time to begin slipping one finger in, and soon two. Getting you more and more ready for the moment of truth, edging you closer and closer to the point of no return.

“Ready?” You hear his low and seductive voice penetrate through your ragged breaths after half an hour of foreplay. Biting your lower lip, you nod as you stare into his sparkling eyes, his plump lips that looked softer than clouds, his features that were engrained in your brain never looked so clear and tangible. He slowly enters you, pausing after each centimeter to allow you to adjust to his size. You feel a sting, your opening forced to stretch out more than it ever has.

“Are you ok?” He would look you in the eyes with genuine concern each time you whimpered a little. Biting your lip, you would give him a small but reassuring nod, conveying to him that you were absolutely ready for this, and that you wanted this more than anything.

When he’s fully inside, he pauses for an extra long period of time, asking you again for permission to start moving. Once you grant it to him, he slowly begins to slide out and back in, thrusts gradually gaining in speed and kicking up in pace when you voice to him in a lustful moan that the pleasure is beginning to kick in to mask the pain from before.

Jimin makes love to you gently, yet with just enough intensity to make your senses go wild. His hand never leaves the side of your face, as he sensually caresses your cheek, gazing into your pupils to read every emotion delivered by your eyes, tending to your needs and frequently leaning down to peck your forehead and suckle on your lips. It is unlike any situation you’ve ever had the capacity to conjure in your mind because the unimaginable sincerity in each of his small movements, each miniscule whisper of “you’re so beautiful”, and each breathe he inhaled to soak in your scent and the heat of your body, is a reflection of the precious, caring boy that is Park Jimin and his undying love for you. The affectionate boy whose patience and honesty can be matched by no other, whose promises are not tied to his words but in his everlasting actions proving his devotion to you and now finally marking you as his.

Thus, here you are, feeling the heat swell in your core while nearing the brink, knowing deep down in your heart that as Jimin gazes into your eyes lacing the affirmation that it has never been anybody but you and will never be anyone else but you with the swirling ways of his tongue, you let yourself believe this is the closest thing to the start of a forever. And that is all you need to be thrown over the edge, the warmth building up in your core bursting in enraptured beams of pleasure, distorting your vision and overwhelming your conscious thought. Your cries of euphoria are all Jimin needs to send him crashing right after you. The intensity ultimately reaching that moment of pause as he lavishes in the feeling of your hot juices coating his cock the same time he releases his load before cautiously sliding in and out again, making sure to ride you through your high and his, making every second of bliss last that much longer.

“Wow…” He breathes as he tenderly pulls out and rolls over to lie next to you.

“Jimin…” You murmur as you turn on your side to face him. Eyes tracing the outline of his side profile and smiling at the way his frizzled bangs are now sticking to his sweaty forehead and how his chest continues to rise and fall from the exertion.

He turns and beams at you, those two crescent moons sending lovely tingles to your heart like they always have. He then reaches over to his bedside drawer and pulls out a vibrant red rose, it’s color partially hidden under the faint yellow lamp light.

“More flowers?” You huff with a grin.

Jimin shrugs. “Saw it the other day and thought it would come in handy soon,” He laughs softly. “You know what it represents, right?”

“You may be attractive, but you have thorns so better be careful?” You jokingly laugh.

Jimin shakes his head but joins in anyways, and the two of you giggle until the room falls silent once again.

“Y/N”

“Hmmm?”

“I love you.”

Pink Flower Petals | Eternal Love

Park Jimin matured into the man you always knew he would. Ever since he gifted you your first flower back in the first summer you officially befriended him when you were merely eleven years old, you knew his inherent character would shine through any number of years of trials and tribulations, and be safely retained in a person so authentic and pure, because how could a kid with a smile as bright as the sun not grow up to be a man that shines ethereal light from the center of his heart?

He had long past those days of being the adorable neighborhood kid, high school more-than-friends type of best friend, and long distance college boyfriend. Past seasons of shedding and blooming, his facial features had begun to reflect the amount of hardship from his stressful days in medical school and hospital rounds, saving people’s lives and building long lasting relationships with his patients who all adored the doctor with the smiley eyes; jawline sharped by age and baby fat cheeks long gone. Attractive, handsome, and sexy were now adjectives that described his physical appearance and his mental wisdom, with beautiful and charismatic being used to define his mind and personality.

It had been five years since Jimin last offered you a flower of symbolism, the ones that he had continuously gifted you in the past, and you wonder if he’s lost interest in doing things only associated with young love.

“So after proposing you’ve finally given up on giving me flowers, huh?” You look down at Jimin who is still positioned on one knee, a calm smile resting on his lips as he waits for your response. A gently breeze drifts by, tickling his fluffy chestnut hair and carrying the familiar grassy scent of spring and the sound of rustling leaves. It was a lovingly mild day, something that Jimin had planned with his constant checking of the weather and putting faith in its accuracy, sunny with a hint of marshmallow clouds. He had invited you for a walk in a moderately empty park to do what he had wanted to since the day you accepted his confession of love.

“Look around” His smile transforms into a playful grin. You slowly turn to gaze around the park, there were cherry blossom petals floating everywhere, coating the ground in blankets of rosy pastel and speckles of white. The serene atmosphere only heighted the sensation of another gust of a romantic breeze that carried over a single velvety petal, smooth and soft, painted a gradient of baby pink into your line of sight. “Of course I can’t forget the symbolism game, pink flower petals for eternal love.” He says.

You grin, eyes still tracing the path of the pretty pink petal. “I can’t believe you were thinking of this starting from when you were eleven. What weird eleven year old has these kinds of thoughts?” You turn and nudge him playfully on the shoulder as he stands up.

“It wasn’t intentional. It’s not like I knew what those flowers symbolized. I just saw them and in each stage of my life when I saw a certain flower, I would think of you.”

He slowly removes the sparkling ring out of its nesting spot in the dark navy case and gently slides it onto your fourth finger.

You smile while looking at the way the crystalline stone danced under the sunlight, refracting the light at different wavelengths, causing rainbow sparkles to flutter in the air.

“I’m the luckiest man in the world,” Jimin whispers, as you look up to meet his eyes that had already been gazing at you affectionately.

You must’ve fed hundreds of starving children in your past life because even though you’ve never wished for fairytale endings or impossible miracles, the actual angel that is Park Jimin still insists that your far from flawless ass is the perfect one in the relationship and that he’s lucky to have you. Unbelievable. You slowly shake your head, smile still plastered on your face.

Blushing and wondering how in the world he was still able to make you feel things you thought would have long grown stale, you knew that just like the flowers he gifted you at different stages in your life, your love would always continue to bloom.

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