#Behind The Mask//PJM

[jiminiecrickets]

THE PARADISE PARADOX: PART II. PJM / M!READER

summary. jimin hates it when others lust after what’s his.

wc. 2.5k (nsfw under the cut)

tags. smut | dom bottom!jimin, sub top!reader, vampire!jimin, blood + blood drinking, riding, edging + begging, unprotected sex, creampie, jealousy + posessiveness (jimin)

[ part one ]  [ requested ]

fear belongs to him. love belongs to fear, a subset of heart-hammering and bone-shattering primal instinct. thus, love belongs to him.

you belong to him.

he's the one draped on your arm, but nobody in the classically-beautiful bar mistakes it for ownership. they're all beautiful, glossy hair and paper-white teeth that shine a little too sharp when they smile. they know jimin and they know his history, and they keep their seductive touches fleeting and light, even if their red eyes trace your veins with rich, dark intent.

soon enough, you will fall, and jimin will scratch off another mark for his body count.

jimin interrupts a vampire without care for propriety, swaying towards you. "baby," he sighs, a little too high-pitched to not bring his moans to mind. "i'm hungry."

he reads the surprise as easily as anything else. he snakes his arms around your middle and props his cheek on your chest, a familiar pout adorning his primrose lips.

"oh," you manage at last. "okay. well, do you want to go—"

"no," he hums, gaze flicking up to meet the other vampire's. his smile is gloating. "i'll have you right here. i'm sure there's a booth with enough room to hold the both of us."

you glance helplessly back at the vampire you had been speaking to as jimin wraps his fingers tightly around your wrist and pulls you along, as if on a leash. the vampire rolls his eyes, turning to mutter with a blonde, and you catch a few words before you're too far away.

 —newest pet won't survive...

jimin leads you up the stairs and bodies part for him like the red sea. you meet the eyes of a young man in the arms of a taller, foreign woman, and something like understanding passes between you.

you are not the only red-blooded individual here tonight, and you are trophies.

his eyes lower first. you take home the gold medal.

like a gentleman, jimin pulls back the heavy red velvet curtain with a playful bow, letting it flow shut behind him. it feels off, heavier than most. sound struggles to break through.

he only uses one hand to push you down onto the loveseat, but it's more than enough to overwhelm you. you gulp as his eyes blaze like flames as he smiles, pink tongue dragging slowly over his fangs.

"pretty baby doesn't know who he belongs to," he coos, tracing your jaw with his fingertips. you lean into his touch and he smiles. "seeing those carrion-eaters touch you like that... you didn't even reject their advances. i'm disappointed, baby."

"peaches, wait—"

"that'll be 'sir' to you tonight, my love." his fingers drop down to tug out your buttons, shearing through them easily. your heart quickens at the display of strength and you don't dare cover your exposed torso, wide eyes trained on his.

eventually, he leans back with a hum to survey his doings. he places his hands on his hips. "much better. see? you know how to be quiet when you want to be. if only you stopped flirting with them earlier – then i wouldn't have to show them whose lips are allowed to touch yours."

he prowls on the loveseat like a predator honed in on its prey, his floral and woodsy cologne masking the scent of blood that clings to him like death to a surgeon. his thighs encase yours and he cups your cheek in his snowy palm, small and deceitfully gentle.

he tilts your head, pressing apart your shoulder and your jaw. for now, he controls himself, but you haven't a doubt in your mind that he can tear you apart like tissue paper.

he hums and makes himself comfortable on your lap, his tight leather pants stretching around his thighs and clinging to his firm calves oh-so prettily. he leans in, his clothed cock pressing against yours, and the visible bulge sends a thrill of desire through you. you reach for it.

he slaps your hand away. his nail cuts a thin red line along the base of your thumb.

"no," he nearly growls, that soft voice of his hardening like ice as he shoves your head against the backrest, licking his lips at the sight of your adam's apple bobbing with each harsh breath and gulp. he presses his thumb against it, giving it an intoxicating kiss that has your body shuddering of its own accord.

"i don't want to hurt you," he whispers against your throat, "but i will, if i must. whatever helps you remember who this body belongs to."

"it's yours," you whisper hoarsely. your hands itch to grab his slim waist and pull him against you, but the reward is not worth the risk. jimin's hips press down in a smooth roll, harder than the rest, with a forgiving smile, and you gasp as he briefly shoves the heel of his palm against your cock. your hands ball into fists on your thighs. "i'm yours! oh, fuck, jimin—"

his fangs slash into your neck. you grunt and one hand shoots up to clutch his hip but he doesn't seem to mind the breach of protocol.

jimin's fingers twist in your hair and he yanks your head to the side, moaning as the thick coppery twang of blood floods his mouth. his cock throbs against yours and the chill of his body clashes with the burn of yours, leaving a throbbing residue of aching pleasure wherever he touches.

your head spins. he takes more than usual, faster than usual, and he isn't so fussed about the delicate nature of mortals and how they can die from the shock of blood loss alone.

he has faith in you. you won't die – you're stronger than that. that's why he hunted you down in the first place.

"sir," you breathe as his cold fingers flutter along your hipbone and into your pants. he grips your cock and it jerks in his palm, leaking and eager. "please, let me see you – sorry, 'm sorry, won't do it again—"

jimin likes this side of you: face warm, pupils blown with lust, your body on display for his eyes only.

under his heavy, roaming gaze, you flush, attempting to pull your shirt over the many marks he loves to leave behind. a rosary of bruises litters your neck just below where your shirt collar sits.

he pulls your hand away, sliding his palm against yours as he pumps your cock, pulling it out of your pants. he hums appreciatively at the sight, blood pulsing from the two little pinpricks on your neck when the seal of his lips breaks, and your breath hitches. it soaks into your shirt.

at last, he draws the flat of his tongue along the length of your jugular, and the bleeding slows to a stop. he kisses the warm marks, curling the slick sweetness into his mouth with the tip of his tongue.

trapped in his fist, your cock leaks over his pretty, pale knuckles. slim and small, his hands are clear of the injuries that make a person – no bruises, no scars. he's flawless as a diamond, and yet despite the allure of perfection, it's the same thing that brings him down.

his body carries no stories. no history. no scars on the knees from childhood tumbles, no pockmarks of teenage acne.

"i love you," he whispers in your ear, and the whole world falls away. everything burns except for him – his fiery touch, his gleaming eyes. the heat of a forest blaze has never been more enticing. you lean into him.

he smiles, your blood dripping down his lips and chin. he swipes his thumb over the corner of his mouth, placing it between his lips with a moan.

jimin pushes you onto your back, turning fluidly with you. he gestures, an elegant flick of his hand, and smiles as you quietly cross your wrists above your head, compliant and tracking his every move with lust-blown pupils.

he leans down with a palm on your chest, slick and serpentine. his lips near your ear.

"good... hands stay there," he whispers, and he lifts his crimson gaze to yours.

the strength of his will snaps against yours like a magnet. yours falls to its knees.

you find that you can't lift your wrists. he's caught you – the fly in his web. your pulse throbs, rare and rabbit-hearted, and he smiles in dark satisfaction as your expression tightens. he strokes you slowly, dragging his tongue against the oozing pinpricks in your neck. he grabs your face with sharp nails and forces your chin down, smiling as you do your best to look him in the eye, lashes fluttering irregularly as the pain and pleasure clash down your spine.

he kisses you softly. his plush lips sting with the coppery twist of blood. "you have such a pretty cock, you know that?" he says gently, pumping it faster and humming as your stomach tenses under his palm. "so pretty... makes me wanna eat it right up," he giggles, scrunching his nose playfully as he shifts on your lap, tossing his platinum hair out of his eyes.

he pouts. "mm... you're so quiet now. don't be shy. you were so happy earlier, yapping away with vultures who would snap your neck in a heartbeat – are you scared, baby? are you scared of me?"

 "no," you manage to choke out, the quick, slick sound of your cock in his fist prickling a hard flush up your neck. "n-no, sir – i-i just – ah!"

he loosens his grip. "look at me when you speak to me, baby," he whispers. "don't you know it's rude not to?"

your gaze struggles its way up his exposed chest and pale neck. your jaw aches to clamp down on that pretty stretch of flesh between his neck and shoulder, to fuck him down on your cock and call yourself his.

with a smug glint in his crimson eyes, jimin lowers himself onto your cock, sucking in a soft breath of pleasure. he cups your chin in his hand, forcing your eyes to stay on him, watching him, as he slowly, painfully slowly, buries your cock inside him.

"don't come," he murmurs, and begins to bounce.

his well-loved hole clamps around your cock, wet with lube. you hadn't realised he'd prepped himself. you also hadn't realised he'd stripped off his trousers and torn your shirt and jacket entirely, and that they now puddled carelessly in the corner of the booth. your mind had been too busy swirling with the hot, instinctive, consuming desire to do whatever jimin wished of you.

he moans softly as he speeds up, knees squeezing your hips to keep you from bucking up into him. your nerves feel licked by flames and vacantly, you hear yourself gasping and groaning pathetically, begging him with slurred words and half-syllables to fuck you harder, faster, deeper...

you cry out as he wrenches your head to the side and pierces your jugular, reopening the wounds. his ass slams against your hips with the obscene sound of flesh on flesh and you screw your eyes shut as his tight hole scrapes your cock, his soft walls suffocatingly hot. he gulps down mouthful after mouthful of blood, teeth bared and chin smeared with your thick, hot blood – his claws scrape your temple, stinging and drawing beads of red that drip down the side of your face.

"they can't take care of you as i do, my heart," he hisses, his cries of bliss loud and shameless. "you're mine – mine! you'll moan like this for no one else – do you understand?"

somewhere between the expanding, white-fire throbbing of your cock and the embarrassing sounds slipping from your lips, you agree, babbling obscenities and pleas and apologies for things you can barely remember. your blood feels sticky and warm against your chest, the white shirt glued to your skin. you swallow harshly as jimin smashes his blood-slick lips against yours, panting against each other's lips as his ass clenches irregularly, hot wet walls pumping your aching cock.

"i'm yours, 'm yours, all yours—" you bite down on his shoulder, hips involuntarily chasing his heat "—please let me come, please, sir, please, 'm sorry, 'm s-sorry—!"

"is that right, baby? you're sorry? you won't flirt with worse men right in front of me?" he pants, his reddened cock slapping your stomach and dripping a pool of precum that runs, warm and dizzying, down your sides. "how do i know you're telling the truth?"

"i'm sorry – mngh – won't do it again!" you can't tell where you end and he begins. "please, wanna come, you f-feel so fucking good, i c-can't—"

jimin smiles, fangs poking out over his lower lip, and giggles breathily at your pathetic pleas. you're so silly, he coos to himself – his sweet baby, who loves him more than anything else in the world, who'd allow someone like jimin to rip out your dignity and every shred of power you once had. panting, groaning, perfect body exposed for him to bleed dry – how can he say no to something so cute?

come for me.

the words echo between your ears and your vision whites out as he moans, high and satisfied, in your ear, clamping down around your base as heavy warmth fills him up. he comes hard onto your stomach, glazing it over so prettily – as god intended.

your ears ring as you slump back, nothing but comfortable wool behind those eyes. lazily, jimin strokes your chest and shoulders, rocking his hips slowly to drag out your highs. something clicks in your subconscious and your hands fall to your sides, limp and yours to command once more.

jimin rests against your chest, warm breath puffing shallowly against your neck as he strokes the nape of your neck with slow, mindless circles. he hums, dragging his fingertips against the still-hot blood. he lifts them to his lips and swirls his tongue around them, extracting them with a wet pop.

"you're so pretty when you beg," he whispers, closing his eyes and listening to the strong and steady pumping of your heart. the myocytes, the intercalated discs, the valves – all busy at work to calm you down. if he concentrates hard enough, he feels he can isolate the faint, electric hum of nerve cells, firing constantly across the tiny gaps and zinging down the factory line. “but i can’t have others play with my toys, you understand? what if they break them?”

you mumble something that sounds almost like an 'i’m sorry', and jimin smiles as you shakily wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face in his neck.

"i believe you, baby," he whispers sweetly, kissing your jawline. "but if i see you enjoying someone else's touch once more, i won't go to the trouble of finding a curtain to hide behind again. am i clear, my heart?"

you nod rapidly, squeezing him close. he feels your pleasurable tremble and smiles to himself, stroking your hair gently.

this little game isn't so boring, after all.

[icedmatchatae]

Best Lover | PJM

Pairing: CEO’s Assistant Jimin x CEO’s Daughter Reader

Genre: Secret Established Relationship AU, Masquerade, Smut, PWP

Summary: Though hiding a relationship had its struggles, you and Jimin made it work. Which meant learning about each other, knowing the way you both function, understanding flaws…and teaching Jimin how to be the best lover he can be for you.

Inspired by Best Lover by BIBI

Warning: hush hush ;-), your dad is THAT type of dad who is also oblivious, joon is a true one🫡, jimin has silver locks in this lol, switch Jimin x switch oc (no specified power dynamic but oc def more needy), semi-public, oral (m. and f. receiving), fucking with the masks on (masks fucking hehehe), praises, multiple orgasms, protected sex, these little shits are lovey dovey, surprise ending :D

Word Count: 6.9k

A/N: FINALLY A SHORTER ONE SHOT!!! Just had this idea a while back because I was obsessed with this song. The story is literally smut so…Hope you enjoy! There’s a lot I have planned

Also posted on AO3!!

Stolen glances were made from across the banquet hall. Those cocoa shimmering slit eyes hidden behind that ivory animal mask with antlers tried focusing on the conversation before him, but he was too distracted by your keen ones. Your eye contact kept its stance while “listening” to your friend in front of you talking in theories once again. Couldn’t blame yourself, you loved your friend but they somehow confused you at times when they opened their mouth.

“Do you have an eye problem with someone?” A voice finally shattered your distant attention for you to finally look at your friend.

You looked up at your friend’s tall stature before saying, “Nope, your thoughts just bore me right now.” You sipped on your champagne glass, in an attempt to calm yourself down after getting caught at the delicious man on the other side of the room.

Namjoon rolled his eyes before shaking his head, “You know if you keep doing that, you’re gonna get caught.”

“Please, I’m not.” You disagreed. “Look around, everyone’s distracted with these dang masks.” You said as you pointed at the golden and plum colored designed mask on you.

Well, you weren’t wrong. Attending a masquerade ball meant no one knew who was who until you actually introduced yourself, which most of the time, you didn’t as you hid away from annoying pretentious individuals and media. In a way, this themed event was the perfect time for you to let a little loose…if you know what I mean.

Though half of his face was covered by a red and white mask with gold accents, you saw him raising an eyebrow at you. “Feeling rather bold tonight, aren’t we?” The blush crept up on your disguised face, eyes shying away from your good friend to see the scenery you were in.  Nevertheless, you knew he was right.

Your view shifted back at those familiar eyes from across the setting, only this time, he was too distracted and invested with the esteemed guests in conversation, and most importantly, your father on this side.

He was with your dad, his respective boss, the CEO of Jeon Corporation and you were the daughter of the acclaimed Jeon Jungwoo. A mysterious socialite in the public eye because you didn’t share much about yourself and kept your personal life low. None of your friends weren’t in the spotlight, apart from Namjoon, whose parents are owners of the well-known chain restaurant, KimBamBap. 

You internally sighed, wishing that you were in your father’s position instead, except you would be more cuddled into his side and pecking his cheek from time to time.

You guessed that was what happens when you were in a secretive relationship and deeply in love with your father’s assistant, Park Jimin.

When you first met Jimin, it was a very embarrassing moment…for you at least. Your father has been setting you up with potentials for the past year, in hopes you can start dating and get married before you turned thirty which was bullshit but whatever, you know? Almost all were a bust. Some were pretentious, others’ personalities were one-dimensional, and the rest…were just not right. One date got so bad, you left in the middle of it. You didn’t even remember their name afterward. Running away from the paparazzi and any people, you kinda drank your sadness, thinking how alone you were, near the pier on a normal Wednesday night.

All of a sudden, came along a stranger with a cute miniature dog, concerned with the sounds of crying while on a stroll. Lo and behold, it was Jimin. But because you were drunk, you were very flirty and more outspoken than usual. An alter ego, if you must. Not to mention, how you straight up grabbed his canine from the ground and cuddled with the pet on a bench.

Though suspicious of your actions, he was in a blushing frenzy and thought you were very attractive. He realized your drinking through the green bottles on the side of you, so you were probably gonna be embarrassed by your behavior afterward. With your subconscious in front and noticing how handsome Jimin was, you unapologetically kissed him—even tried to get some tongue in—but he pushed you away in your intoxicated respect. Ashamed, you fled the scene and took a cab home. You eventually forgot his name but not his face, even under the fluorescent moonlight. It was a moment of weakness but you moved forward from there.

Or so you thought because a couple of weeks later, your father invited you to a company dinner and introduced you to Jimin, his new assistant. You felt so regretful and wanted to die in a hole. Yet Jimin didn’t seem to tease you much on it but rather wanted to start all over and introduce one another properly this time. And being one of the few younger ones at this event, there was no doubt a connection sparked.

Eventually, your conversations turned into much flirting and innuendos to the point, you both kinda cracked during the Christmas party that following year…in some random room…probably the cleaning closet. You don’t know really, but all you knew was how functional Jimin was beyond being your dad’s assistant.

Though you’d expect a "friends with benefits" type of deal, a loving blossoming relationship bloomed out of it. In between those intimate times, Jimin took you out on dates, showered you with gifts despite telling him no, comforted you in times of need, and treated you like an absolute queen of his life.

However, it was hidden away from the public, the company, your parents, particularly your father. Jeon Jungwoo was a good man, treated you the best way possible as a father to a daughter, and wanted to give you the whole universe.

But with a great father, also came a strict protective one. He explicitly told any man who comes across you that if they hurt you, he’ll ruin their life. You may think he was exaggerating but those terrible dates you went to were never heard from again…

Don’t worry he didn’t kill them. But the men would get bug-eyed and evacuated the premises when they saw you. Your father was a scary man to almost everyone, including his assistant. 

Because what happens if the CEO found out that his assistant was fucking his daughter, the apple of his eye? There weren’t any good signs anywhere. 

Everything that was done with Jimin was done in privacy and kept secret. The only person who knew about your relationship was Namjoon, and it was only because he caught the both of you making out in another closet. Nonetheless, your tall friend stayed loyal and kept his fucking mouth shut from spoiling anything. It has been a little over a year, so it was safe to say the relationship was still preserved.

Hiding your relationship had its ups and downs and both of you questioned if it was even worth it to stay. It didn’t help the fact of how on-demand his job was despite being under your dad. But Jungwoo was a very busy man with an insane schedule, which meant Jimin had to exceed his expectations. Tears were shed, and unthinkable and hurtful words were said, but ended up with apologies and reconciliation, always fighting harder for one another. 

No doubt that you love Jimin, but Jimin, he was head over heels for you. When you finally revealed your confession to him, he felt the weight lifted off his shoulders. You pulled him out of the friend zone as he assumed you saw him as nothing more than the flirty young assistant of your father. You fell first—as you had a crush on him since the first meet—but Jimin fell harder that he never wanted to let go.

It pained him how much he had to distance himself from you. He wanted to show you off to every place, everyone, every living thing, and shout that he was yours. He wanted to touch you, kiss you, anything that was appropriate to the public eye. It was difficult keeping everything concealed, almost getting caught, and feeding lies to your loved ones. It ached you to hide it from your parents. Your relationship with them was pretty open to an extent, and they were all innocent in all of this, more so your dad.

He never hated Jimin, in fact, he absolutely loves Jimin. He would rave about how Jimin was the best assistant he has ever had, gloating to others like he was his son. Why else your father had a habit of giving Jimin more stocks and promotions every year?

However, though he loves you and he loves him, that doesn’t mean he’d loved the two of you together. Your father knew the boundaries between work and personal, never wanting to clash the two.

That was what you also wanted because if anything happened—hope never does—you didn’t want it affecting your father’s company or Jimin’s career. You didn’t want to risk anything.

So here you were—practically eye fucking him from afar.

“Do you want me to, like, cover you or something?” Namjoon suggested, staring at you with a revolting yet concerning expression. Your friend knew how you felt, empathizing with the whole situation. As a very Namjoon way of comforting, he’d always reassured you that though how you felt was valid, he believed that you should rip the band-aid and tell your parents. But he knew you weren’t ready, maybe you’ll be ready to tell your parents when you were about to get married.

So as an alternate way of soothing you, he helped you sneak around to get some dick.

“Mmm, maybe so.” You pondered at the moment because it was tempting. “I do want you to distract daddy away from Jimin.”

“I hate that you still call him that.” Namjoon judged, side-eyeing you. 

“Why? He’s my daddy.” You defended yourself. You didn’t think any wrong with it. People just interpreted it wrongly and sometimes not right in their heads. “But please, distract him. He’s coming this way with Jimin!”

Namjoon couldn’t open his mouth to respond in time as your dad and Jimin came your way. Your father, the host, and creator of this masquerade, masked with a pure ebony mask that resembled what was used in the��Phantom of the Opera. He wore a sleek and crisp dark grey suit with black loafers, as well as styling his salt and pepper hair back.

But your boyfriend, on the other hand, Jesus Christ…he decided on an all-black look that when in contrast with his white face coverup. His blazer had been designed with onyx jewels and sequins on the top of his shoulders. He wore silver hoops and accessorized his hands with his signature bracelets and rings. The way he styled his short silver hair—pushed back as well but his undercut peaked through to perfectly highlight the volume on top. Yet there was always that one strand that seamlessly fell on his forehead.

Just looking at him made you want to crash into him.

But you had to keep your cool, for the sake of everything on the line. You praised your dad for the masquerade idea because he was too focused on actually seeing the person he talked to, ignoring the longing stares his assistant gave you.

“My dear apple!” Your father greeted you like he never saw you two hours ago when you arrived with Namjoon and your other friends. He embraced you, then shook your form with much passion. “You’re so beautiful, my daughter, my heir. The heavens blessed me with the life of you. I want to say I love you, so proud of all that you’ve don—”

“Okay, daddy. That’s enough. I don’t want to hear your whole speech again today.” You interrupted him, getting slightly embarrassed by his compliments.

“It’s never enough to show my daughter love.” Jungwoo pushed before kissing your temple. “Have you’ve been having fun?”

“As much fun as I can with your business parties.” You sounded unamused. It wasn’t something you loathed. You got free food and drinks out of it, but again, it wasn’t your type of vibe. “But masquerade is a new switch up. I can’t tell who’s who.”

Your father laughed heartedly. “That’s the point, there’s no telling what people will do.”

“Exactly…” You glanced at Jimin who grinned and stayed quietly behind your father, then switched to Namjoon to telepathically cue your favor now.

Namjoon got the message and cleared his throat. “Uncle Jeon, can you come with me for a minute? There are some sponsors I’d like to introduce you to. My father isn’t here due to illness, so I want you to be with me since you help endorse our business.” Nice act, Namjoon.

“Of course, Joon!” Your father looked up at your friend and patted his back proudly, then stretched over to the younger man’s opposite shoulder to reel him closer. “Lead the way!” But before the two left, he turned back to his assistant. “Sorry, Jimin, my boy, please excuse me. Actually, have some fun. You’ve been clinging onto my side the entire time. I don’t need a bodyguard.”

Jimin nodded and bowed to his employer, “Will do, sir. Thank you.”

“___, my apple. If you can, please accompany Jimin to your friends since you’re all similar in age. Have fun!!” Your father proposed, then left with your tall friend. Namjoon rotated his head quickly back, winking before talking to your dad.

Now it was finally the two of you.

Goodness, since the moment you arrived, Jimin tried his absolute best, ignoring you to do his job dutifully. But how can he when you came in, appearing like a three-star Michelin meal? 

Your plum halter-topped satin dress cinched your waist and fell seamlessly around your curves. The clothing was backless, exposing your glowing skin but cutting off right above the small of your back. However, your hair was pressed and straightened down, covering most of your back. Your heels and jewelry were gold so that they could match the accents of your mask. 

Though you were the daughter of a high-status CEO, no one could recognize you, especially at this very moment. Lucky you…because you felt extra attached tonight.

“Hello, Ms. Jeon. Looking very beautiful tonight.” Jimin greeted “professionally,” having his hands behind him to control himself from touching you in front of all these people and your dad.

“Hi, Mr. Park. You’re not so bad yourself.” You winked before chugging down what was left in your flute. Some of it dribbled in the corners of your mouth but you wiped it away with your thumb, suckling onto it to take the tiny bits of alcohol as you gazed directly at the man before you. You popped your thumb off of your painted lips, then smiled gracefully. 

Jimin thinned his plush lips, eyes scanning around the vicinity to make sure the coast was clear before stepping closer towards you. He was in elbows reach, but you both kept your hands to yourselves. “Doll.” His voice had a pinch of warning, but it didn’t stop you.

“Mr. Park, I would like to tell you a little secret.” You placed the flute on the high-top tables. You weren’t drunk, you weren’t buzzed from a glass or two of champagne. But alcohol in your system always made you bold. 

He raised an eyebrow at you, questioning what you were up to. You leaned into him. Even in high heels, you needed to raise your head higher so that your lips hovered around his ear. You held onto his shoulder for support before saying, “I’m not wearing any underwear.”

He inhaled sharply, eyes widening and jaw clenching in the process. He had to maintain his cool, but his girlfriend never made it easy for him. Light touches, swirling your tongue on desserts and meaningless moans, eye-fucking looks, lingerie that you wore underneath your elegant attire that only he knew because you’d sent him a photo prior, and what he hated the most was when you teased with your words. You never told lies, you said them honestly and seductively. That’s exactly why he felt himself hardening behind his suit.

His hands went into his pockets casually, adjusting himself to not make anything too noticeable. He smiled sweetly at the crowds of the guest before landing back onto you. “Ms. Jeon, you better behave, or a punishment might come your way.”

Though you knew he wanted you to stop, you also knew he loved playing along with you as it led to very euphoric encounters. You moved away from him and shrugged. “Maybe I want a punishment. I mean…” You feigned a sigh, resting on the table. You looked down at your pointer finger circling with the rim of the glass. Then your eyes met with your boyfriend, “I’m on my worst behavior tonight.”

“Is that so, Ms. Jeon?” He breathed out, sensing the thickness of tension between them. You nodded as if you were innocent, pushing your lower lip out to get your word out straight. “Hmmm, perhaps you need some assistance with managing your behavior?”

“Thank you for your offer, Mr. Park, but I already have someone to help me on that.”

Cocking a brow at you, he stared profoundly. “May I ask who?”

“My loving, charming, flirtatious, sexy, and warm boyfriend who has my heart.” You replied, holding a palm over your décolletage. Your words softened his heart but only made his clothed cock harder. “If you excuse me, Mr. Park, I’ll see my boyfriend now.”

“Certainly, Ms. Jeon.” He nodded.

You got off of the table, standing straight as you flattened your dress, brushing off any wrinkles. You went closer to him, shining irises meeting his with adoration. “Chim, can we go somewhere with more…private?” Your light asking corrupted his professional mind. He immediately had no thoughts of the job he was supposed to be working on tonight. He could only think of you and having his hands all over your skin, giving your love language the respect it deserved. 

Your dad did say to have fun, so that was what Jimin was going to do.

“Anything your heart desires, doll.”

-

Either of you wasn’t a novice towards sex, but Jimin didn’t realize how frisky you were. He wasn’t intimidated or anything, but it was certainly a surprise. You were a tease who always wanted more than handled. But you knew what you wanted, what you liked, and what you expected.

Of course, in the beginning, Jimin knew nothing about it but you gradually taught him. He learned your dialect and spoke to the beauty of your body—stretch marks, moles, dips, and cellulite on every part of you. He remembered the routes and directions he needed but knew that wasn’t the only key.

Hand in hand, the two of you cautiously ran away from the grand hall. Nearing the exit, you turned back to where Namjoon and your father were, meeting contact with your friend. He signaled a thumbs up, then going back to the eccentric story your father was telling him.

It was basic protocol for you or Jimin to book a room within hotel venues during parties, but this place unfortunately wasn’t. As your father’s masquerade was the biggest event in the hall, most of the workers and guests were inside. The tinier and much more hidden halls were at the ends or deep corners of the site. It was perfect for you.

After much walking and deciding, Jimin chose one of the smallest areas in the end corner on the right. He recalled when he and your father were picking out venues, the manager explained how these halls weren’t used as often due to the lack of space. Sure, not a good location for a luxurious party, but a fantastic place to make love with the doll of his life…under some circumstances.

Once you reached the setting, though it lacked size, it was grand nevertheless. A single chandelier in the middle of the room lit beautifully, light bouncing off the burgundy carpeted floor. There wasn’t much except for two wooden circular tables and wall dividers, but you took it as an opportunity. 

Pulling your boyfriend to the dividers, you were met with another table but it was covered with a white linen cloth and surprise, surprise, stacks of folded linens. Not as comfy but it shouldn’t be a problem.

Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist from behind before peppering kisses on your naked shoulder. “Doll, are you alright with this? It’s not the most ideal.” He began traveling up your trapezius. 

“I don’t care as long as I have you.” You breathed out as you stretched your neck to give him more access. You then felt his tongue lick a strip over the span before biting delicately on your neck. He had the urge to mark you as his but knew people would give questionable looks. “Chim.” Your voice was shaky, the tone telling how much you needed him.

“Easy, Doll.” He took you towards the table. He turned you around to face him before putting you down to sit on the surface. He bent forward to weave his lips with yours, going as unhurriedly yet sensual as possible. “Though we’re here, lemme take my time with you.”

A second later, his mouth consumed yours. His tongue pushed through your lips to get a taste of you in him, feeling your teeth and the roof of your mouth. Smacking echoed throughout the room. He firmed his grip on your waist as you spread your legs open. Fuck, he didn’t realize how much he missed you after being apart for the work week, preparing for this masquerade ball.

His hard-on found your dampening heat, rocking into you. It was the right decision not to put underwear on. You moaned into his mouth before parting away. Reddened lips, flushed faces, eyes filled with lust and devour. Your masks were still on but none of you bothered to care. You respired as you looked at him, “Chim, wait before you take your time, can I...taste you, baby?”

Fucking music to his ears. He grunted at your ask and nodded like an excited boy getting a PS5. “Fuck, yes, honey.”

Instantly, you hopped off the table and got down on your knees in front of him, your eyes level with his crotch. What laid behind those tight dress pants and briefs was what you’ve been dying to have after going abstinent for a couple of days because of how busy Jimin was. You decided on not pleasuring yourself, knowing that this very moment was worth waiting for.

With shaking hands, you lifted them to unbuckle his belt and fumbled with pulling it out of the loop. Once you slid the leather off, you pulled his tucked-in collared shirt out. It was now for his pants. But he saw you struggling with the button, tugging on it as you progressively became impatient.

“___, easy girl.” Jimin puts a hand on your fingers, making you stare up. “Are you okay, why are you like this right now?” Though you were a needy little doll, you loved the slow way, little touches, little kisses, oh, and surely the foreplay.

You were practically panting, breaths cutting short and quick. Still having a hold on his pants, you whispered, “S-sorry. Please, I’ve been waiting for it all week.”

Jimin almost finished right then and there.

Now it was his turn to be impatient. He assisted you with his pants and aggressively pushed them down enough to see the shape of his cock. It was a mouth-watering sight to see it pressing into his underwear.

You cupped him with your palm massaging it steadily as you watched his face contort at minimal relief. You felt him grow bigger under your touch, biting your lip. You had enough so you took him out of his briefs, revealing his curved thickening dick.

You saw the pearl of pre-cum leaking out and you went for it. You latched onto the head. Tongue swirled and swiped against the slit, sucking his tip like a ring pop. You pushed yourself down, trying to take as much of him in, though, at times, it was nearly impossible. You bobbed your head, gradually finding a rhythm you liked.

Meanwhile, Jimin had his head back and moaned at the feel of your mouth. His hand found home in your hair, threading through your tendrils. His knees trembled and fortunately, he stayed put as you took him all in. The tip of your nose dug into his pubic hair, causing him to groan loudly. “Fuck, doll, you’re doing such a good job. Fuck.”

God, you loved his praises. It only egged you on. You swirled your tongue, slithering it over a vein, making him hiss. You pulled back, mouth only on his reddened brownish-pink tip. You used your hand to wrap around his shaft before squeezing from the top to his base. The concoction of your spit and his pre-cum acted like lube. Your mouth bounced on him, the squishing sounds shooting toward your eardrums.

You slobbered everywhere, but the messier it was, the better for your Jimin. Your throat began stinging from the coercion. You tried your best not to gag, thinking you’ve experienced enough of him not to. But your reflex failed you, retching around his thickness. As your eyes strained red, teardrops built up around them.

Your pupils directed upwards to meet your flushed-cheeked boyfriend, who seemed concerned for you. Tugging on your hair, he took you off gently. His sodden cock slapped his loosened shirt while you controlled your breathing. Your chest rose up and down. Saliva stayed on the corners of your lips as you swiped your tongue through. 

He took your arm and helped you back on your feet. He meshed your lips, mumbling into them. “You’re so good to me, doll. Now it’s my turn to show my love.” He hoisted you back onto the table. Bundling the skirt of your dress to your waist, he moaned at the sight of your bare pussy exposed. “You really don’t have panties on, huh?”

You blushed before spreading your legs, opening your sex for him to see and appreciate. “I wouldn’t lie, Chim.”

“I know, fuck. Gotta love all what you’re doing for me.” With his two thumbs, he stretched apart your petals. Your tiny clit pulsated on his watch as you leaked your essence down. Jimin took a deep inhale at your scent, making you flustered.

“Jimin, don’t do that!” You whined, consciously closing your legs but he took initiative to never let you do that with him.

He slapped your cunt swiftly, keeping you from squirming again. “Doll, behave.” Though pouting, you surrendered and let him open you back up. As he gazed at your heat, he blew softly. You mewled at the cooling feeling, your fingers finding their way to his locks. “So pretty and perfect for me.”

“Jimin.” You sounded more desperate, which was a good sign. “Touch me.”

“Touch you? Touch you where?” As much as you loved to tease, you hated receiving it back. You didn’t want any more games, you wanted it now.

“Touch me! Eat my pussy, finger me, fuck me into oblivion. I don’t care! I ju—Ahhh, Jimin!” You threw your head back and laid your form on the table, resting on the folded sheets.

You couldn’t finish your sentence. His pinky tongue flattened on your clit, making circles around to make you go dizzy. The muscle shifted down, breaching through your throbbing hole. He lapped your wetness while his thumb found your sensitive bud and played figure eights on it, making lay helplessly and whimper. With his unoccupied hand, he circled your thigh to bring you closer. Fuck, he really knew how to get your body riled up.

He was blessed to be unlocking your entire self. You unraveled in his presence. He, for sure, was gonna get it right tonight. Kneading your thigh, he switched his ministrations so now his lips wrapped around your clit while his fingers played around the rim of your petals.

You were a mewling mess, grinding your pelvis into his face. Once his two appendages slid into your center, a long high-pitched noise came out of you. He turned and rotated his wrist before pumping in and out. Your face scrunched, taking the sensation of your boyfriend all over your pussy. Jimin slurped your sweet juices as your stuffed hole gushed continuously.

He curled his fingers, finding the squishy g-spot that made you mimic a police siren, goosebumps ran all over your body. The pressure in your stomach tightened, clenching your abs to quicken the speed.

Jimin separated from you, “Doll, I can feel your walls clenching. Are you close?” You merely nodded, whining for him to keep going. He wasted no time swirling his muscle around your swollen nub and quickened his pace with urgency. 

Thighs quivered tremendously as the gush of ecstasy crashed into you, your back arched high off the table. Your fingers gripped around his gelled hair, messing up an hour of work yet he paid no attention to it. Your cunt closed in around your boyfriend’s short but thick fingers. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head while your mouth spewed a series of whimpers and chants of his name.

Jimin gulped your creaminess, easing you down your high. He wanted to make sure you had a well-received orgasm through and through, as always. He was undoubtedly a giver, paying attention to your needs. He believed that it wouldn’t be worth it on either end if he wasn’t doing it right. He gently guided you down onto the table while planting pecks (and maybe a few marks here and there) on your inner thighs.

You tried controlling your breathing, blinking away from the blurry vision to get a glimpse of your gorgeous boyfriend. His one-of-a-kind face shined with your saccharine, licking around the rims of his lips to make sure none of it went to waste. He looked absolutely delectable while you were pretty much out of it.

Face flushed with a hue of pink, cherry lips from all the biting, eyes drooping with lust, hair slightly damped and matted, and a craving for more. When you rushed to sit up, Jimin was a bit worried as you were still in a hazy trance, all it took was you undo the clip in the back of your neck to make him more at ease. The top half fell, freeing you from the constraint of any clothing around your chest. All of your satin dress was held at your waist. Your breasts perked up and nubs hardened from the chill air and need of your boyfriend.

“Chim! Wan’ you please.” You slurred as you widened your legs to present your bearings to Jimin. You made grabby hands for him to come closer to you.

Jimin needed you as much as you needed him. He made way to be within your reach. Immediately hooking your arms around his nape, you hauled him over to attack kisses on the curve of his shoulder. Meanwhile, his hands acted like magnets and gravitated toward your boobs. Cupping them in his palms, he fondled one as he played with the other side’s nipple between his index and thumb.

You muffled moans into his skin, the sensation increased your sensitivity yet it still wasn’t enough.

“Please, please, baby.” You begged, growing impatient by the second. You wiggled your lower body, hoping to find his cock meet your puffy folds. 

His heated shaft was rock solid, the tip aching red, oozing out driblets of pre-cum. You couldn’t wait for him to be inside of you, but first, safety…but more so, made clean up easier.

Jimin pulled a condom out of his back pocket. He already knew sex with you was bound to happen in the most unconventional way. Better to be ready than sorry. Though you were in a committed long-term relationship, you weren’t on birth control for personal reasons.

He opened the foil wrapper, flicking it to the side of him before effortlessly putting it on. He stroked himself for relief and double-checked if it was on properly. When done, he aligned himself to your center. He glanced at you for your consent and once you nodded, he slowly plunged in.

Finally, all in, you felt so fucking full. His tip poked the top of your cervix, whining at the slight yet overpowering touch. You gazed up at your boyfriend, feeling the love overflowed from him. God, you love him so much. Sex was much deeper when you were him than anyone else before. 

“I love you, Jimin.” You pouted before cutely kissing his lips.

Jimin chuckled darkly yet raging with adoration for you. There were so many things he wanted to do with you and to you, but right now, he wanted to take it easy and slow despite how much you’ve been itching to be railed by him. “I love you too, my doll.” He kissed you back, gently but with more tongue.

When you squeezed his shoulder, he knew you were adjusted and comfortable. He rested his hands on your waist, securing your body where he wanted you to be. He pulled himself out, leaving the head in you before slamming right back in. You gasped, digging your head into the covered wooden surface.

He said easy and slow, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t go hard as well. His thrusts were too steady for your liking but each penetration pierced you stronger than the last, even the table legs squeaked against the carpet. The linen sheets dared to even fall off the surface, sounding plops to the ground. The sounds of your screeching and moaning pleasured his eardrums as he grunted praises at you.

“Fuck, best pussy ever. Best woman ever.” He exhaled, biting his lower lip to keep himself from releasing too quickly. “Never leaving you, want you by my side forever.”

“So good! All yours. ‘M all yours!” You voiced out before your mind clouded with fluffs of his pounding dick. At that moment, he hit that special spot in your pussy, making your whines louder, echoing off the walls. It was a good thing that you were far from the crowd or else your father’s guests would know his level-headed and quiet daughter was a screamer with his assistant.

Jimin’s thumb found its way to your swollen clit, causing you to evaporate into his glory. You went into tunnel vision, your melted mind only thought of your true love grunting and kneading marks on your body as a sign of the impact he had in your life.

Maybe it was the alcohol, and that you get quite stimulated with emotions, or maybe it was the anniversary of the day you met him next week. Either way, you couldn’t ask for anyone else and were internally grateful for meeting him. Despite the hiding, the fights, and the crying, your love for each other was above all and worth taking a chance, never wanting to give up.

Jimin’s pace slowed down and became irregular, sensing that he was close. “Doll, cum together?” You didn’t even need to answer because you were right behind him. You screamed his name as you held him close to your trembling form. You pressed your bare chest with his clothed one, your nipples brushing against the fabric of his shirt.

When his lips found yours, he pumped once more before sinking himself in you while you went into your second high of the night. Your eyelids squeezed shut as you shrieked cries for Jimin. Your creaming cunt convulsed around his milking dick. He whined breathlessly into your neck, calling for you as he poured his cum into the latex, filling it more than usual.

He did mini thrusts, trying to squirt the droplets of white until he was fully done. You dropped back onto the table, trying to catch your breath. The life was sucked out of you, but you’d do it again if you had the energy and comfortable setting.

You felt him softening, yet he kept himself in. It was his way of wanting to be connected with you all the time. You loved it so much. But assuming the situation, he pulled himself out but not with you mewling at your sensitivity. He mumbled apologies while peppering your temple.

Though you didn’t want to let go of him, he parted away to take the condom off. You laid there flat, not bothering to move. When he removed the latex and tied it up, he examined how filled it was. “Heavy load.” He giggled, causing you to shake your head but chuckle with him. “Well, it has been a while. I’m sorry for being busy, doll.”

“It was indeed a long week, but it’s okay. I know you were planning the party.” You shrugged it off. Jimin extended a hand that you gladly clasped to help you sit up. If the both of you weren’t looking like you just had passionate sex and different shades of red, you positively were now.

After putting the filled condom in his pocket because he’ll dispose of it in the nearest bathroom and didn’t want to leave the evidence in this empty hall, he went up to hug you. “I hope you don’t think any less of me and how much I care for you.”

“Jimin, no, don’t say that.” You disagreed heavily on that, pushing him off so you could look him in the eyes. “I would never think any less of you. You mean so more than you could ever imagine.” You caressed his cheek as you gazed into his sparkling brown irises. “I know we’ve had rough patches in our relationship but look where we are!”

“Post-sex at a party currently hosted by your dad?”

“You’re not wrong,” You rolled your eyes, smiling before pecking his lips. “But what I was trying to point out is that we’re still together.” 

“I’m sorry, I just—I want to make sure that you know…I still love you.”

I still love you with all my heart too, and don’t forget that.” You cooed, scrunching your nose at him. His eyes disappeared, but a smile formed on his face, giddy at your reassured confession.

He leaned in before weaving with your lips once more. The two of you were enthralled by the everlasting love you expressed. It was truly a robust and enduring one, even if it was behind closed doors. It took patience and kindness to get to this point. Your love for him always came out stronger, you would stay with him forever as he held it dear to his heart.

And for that, you taught him how to be the best lover that he can be for you.

The best lover for you.

Bonus:

The thrilling party was coming down to an end as guests were leaving and servants and other workers started cleaning up. Yet Jungwoo watched over with a bright smile and extroverted energy for days with Namjoon by his side.

By the way, Namjoon never left him alone.

The younger man distracted the CEO in hopes that he wouldn’t question where his assistant and daughter went. So Namjoon, being the best friend he was, jumped from group to group randomly with the older man and introduced potential collaborations and basically made more money and network. Blah, blah, blah.

Though Namjoon was an extrovert, he was exhausted from all that work. You owed him big time. He stood silently and a bit sluggish while your father said goodbyes to the attendees.

After thanking a pair and seeing them off, Jungwoo sighed and looked over at the taller young man. “Tired, son?”

“Yes, sir.” Namjoon mumbled, nodding. “Met a lot of people, some of them caught me by surprise.”

“Well, KimBamBap is a highly-acclaimed business.” Your father reasoned. “Though you didn’t need to tell that to an oil company, or trading company, or the secretary of the ambassador of Mongolia.”

“Good network…”

“Yes that, or you’re helping to hide my daughter’s relationship with my assistant.”

Namjoon swore he never had a bigger whiplash than he did right now. His pupils dilated at your nonchalant father grinning at another round of invitees departing. He said it in a way of all-knowing.

“Uhh, s-sir. I don’t th—”

“Namjoon, don’t gaslight me. I’ve been knew!” Your father laughed. “Jimin is not that slick. Boy forgot that his laptop’s background is literally of them two. Not to mention his laptop connects to his phone which also connects with his messages.”

“But—”

“I think I have a hunch of who Doll of My Life ___ is too.”

Namjoon gave up. Well, so much for covering for you all this time. It was thrown into the trash. Though he expected the older to be upset or disappointed, maybe at least for the entire secrecy, the CEO was rather lax.

Namjoon cleared his throat, “So you know…and you’re not mad?”

“Nonsense, I love Jimin. He has a good head on his shoulders, kind, gentle, and I do believe he’s the perfect man for my ___.” Jungwoo snorted, rolling his eyes as he listed down loves for his assistant.

Yet Namjoon was still incredulous. “Sir, then why haven’t you said anything?” It would have saved so much trouble and finally put your relationship out there for your families to see. Then your father eyed the younger tightly with a lifted brow. 

“Just waiting until those idiots to tell me.”

A/N: After writing this I realized, I’m rusty on PWPs! Because I don’t write smut as often and I LIVE FOR PLOTS

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[eleni-cherie]

among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm

- chapter 1.4

"what even am I to you? your rival, your lover, an obstacle or am I supposed to be your coffin?"

about two thieves who can't live with nor without each other. and a joint past that comes back to threaten them.

© 2023 | eleni_cherie

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, very flirty jimin, friends/rivals/exes to lovers (it's complicated, ok?!) f2l e2l ex2l all members play a role in this story!

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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Monaco

Monte Carlo, the biggest district of Manaco, had always been infamous for its luxurious casinos. An international byword for the extravagant display and reckless dispersal of wealth. Where was it easier to get money without stealing than this place? Of course, some would still consider it stealing the way they tended to win at the casinos.

Arabella stepped into the palast-like building of the Casino of Monte Carlo. Her long silver-shining gown flowing along with her every move.

The golden main hall already looking like a hall of Versailles. Tourists and even some famous figures, all dressed-up, strolling through the different parts.

After the employees checked her and Yoongi's perfectly-made fake ID's and exchanged their money into two cases full of chips, Arabella side-eyed the entrance to Salle Europe, heading straight to the roulette tables, that were placed in the middle. Between lavish surroundings with their sculptures, bas-reliefs and eight Bohemian crystal chandeliers fade into the background as the players held their breath.

"Remember, nothing over 50k," Yoongi's voice suddenly rang from behind her. Making her roll her eyes.

"I know, I know," she sighed, remembering their deal. It was saver to only win up to 50,000 euros, while pretending losing a bit here and there in between, not to gain any unwanted attention from the security. She had already counted ten around the tables.

"I hope so," Yoongi said with an arched brow, adjusting his tie, "Try staying out of their radar. I know, it's not always easy for you." He gave her dress a brief glance before focusing back on his tie. He was referring to her already gaining some attention and looks, which she brushed off quickly. Her ego enjoying it more than anything. However, she knew that sometimes this kind of attention wasn't helpful during heists.

"I promise I'll try my best," she smirked then as she swung one end of the silk stole, that was slung over her arms, over her shoulder and stepped forward then. Taking the tie from his hands and adjusting it herself. "Will you be alright, though?"

He huffed, rolling his eyes. "I know how to stay unseen."

"But in case not? You can defend yourself without your precious little sword?"

He had to leave his sword in his hotel room as weapons were obviously forbidden in places like this and in order to disguise it as a cane, he'd have had to disguise himself, too. Which he didn't feel like doing tonight. The previous evenings were enough. It got way too hot under those masks and wigs. 

"I'll be fine, don't worry. I don't need it to kick some ass."

Arabella giggled, turning around. "Fine, see ya later then," she waved and headed to the british roulette table.

There were two empty seats, her taking one of them. Seeing one of the older ladies with her diamonds scrunching her nose when seeing Arabella's absurdly deep décoleté before shooting her husband, who was looking at it for a bit longer than necessary, a dead glare.

Arabella bit back a content smile. What Yoongi didn't consider was that this appearance might not be unobtrusive, however, it surely could distract some people enough to let her slide with things.

She took out 20,000 in chips, stacking them on the table in front of her, getting herself comfortable in the seat while purposely letting her stole slide down a little. Pressing her arms lightly against her body to highlight her décoleté.

The coupier asked for everyone to place their bets then and she took a 1,000 chip between her fingers. Sliding it to her favourite number 13 black with a smirk.

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At the same time a few streets away in the Casino Café de Paris, Jimin and Taehyung entered the dazingly flashing room with bright blinking slot machines in their black smokings.

Passing by the celebrating tourists who had won a few hundred euros and obnoxiously loud winning melodies, they made their way to the back area where the poker tables were located at.

"Man, how did I lose at rock-paper-scissors again?" Jimin whined, dodging a drunk guy who was swaying far too much in his seat.

"You do suck at it," Taehyung chuckled, patting his shoulder, "But stop complaining. Otherwise I might think you don't like spending time alone with me."

It was true, every evening Jimin lost the only game he couldn't manipulate. Not with three others who knew how to manipulate it as well, so none of them even tried doing it. And every evening he had to see Arabella go heisting with one of his friends instead of him. Much to his annoyance, as if she had found a way to cheat after all and did it on purpose.

"Sorry, I'll stop moping around," he sighed, realising he was acting childish again. His eyes wandered then to the room with the poker tables in front if them. Taehyung following behind until suddenly coming to an halt in front of a souvenir shop that was in between the two areas.

His brown eyes falling onto the postcards, all from different famous places around town. Even from this casino and the one Yoongi and Arabella were in.

He picked up one card, looking at it. His forehead ceasing as he got lost in thoughts.

"You think of sending her one?" Startled, he placed it back. Looking over his shoulder to see Jimin smiling widely at him. "I liked that one, you should send it to her."

Taehyung sighed, peeking at the card on the stack. Of course Jimin had figured him out. "I.. I don't know if I should."

"Didn't she tell you not to disappear from the scene again?" Jimin inquired with a raised brow. "That'd be a perfect sign that you're actually keeping the promise."

Pursing his lips, Taehyung looked at the postcard again. He knew his friend was right. And he knew Cassandra would be happy about a postcard from him, from the place he was currently at. Showing a sign of life. Showing that he had actually meant it, that he wouldn't just disappear from her life again. However, he was still not convinced of that being a good idea.

Jimin groaned then, getting impatient. He grabbed the card himself then, heading to the register before Taehyung could even protest.

"Wait, I don't even know what to write her!"

"Just think of something nice later and send it."

Taehyung hummed as Jimin pressed the postcard against his chest, looking at it. It had the famous view of Monaco's blue coastline in front of the town, with the mountains in the background. He smiled. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it," Jimin shrugged while paying for it, "Just promise me you'll write her."

Laughing under his breath, Taehyung put the postcard into his blazer's inner pocket. "Since when are you so invested in mine and Cassandra's relationship?" he asked then with a curious smile as they continued their way to the card game area.

A quite supressing atmosphere suddenly hitting them compared to the happy and noisy one at the slot machines in the front. All players in the dimlit room putting on their best poker faces while peeking at the cards in their hands.

"Well," Jimin said then in a lower tone, grinning over his shoulder as they spotted two empty seats at some tables in the back. "I always liked you two together. But she also saved my life, so I kinda owe her now. I've got to make sure you don't mess this up again."

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"Yeahie!" Arabella exclaimed happily, clapping her hands like her innocent dumb-girlie role would. 

"7,000 for the lady in silver," the croupier said. Pushing her won chips towards her.

She had already several stacks of chips piling up in front of her. Her initial 20,000 along with 45,000 that she had won over the course of the evening.

"Please place your bets," the croupier said then, preparing to roll the ball in the anew spinning roulette.

Arabella decided it was time to lose a little again. As the small white ball rolled around the spinning bowl, it began getting slower. Her eyes falling on the nearest security guy, who didn't seem suspicious of her. Staring sternly into the distance. Good, he didn't suspect anything. Neither did the coupier. She placed a thousand euro chip on 1 red this time.

Her random bet having the wished effect, she lost. 

"Oh no," she pouted earning a sympathetic look from one of the older guys.

Now she was at 44,000.

"How's it going?"

Yoongi had suddenly appeared beside her, placing a hand on the chair behind her while the other was firmly holding his own briefcase filled with chips.

"Aw, babe, I just lost!" Her fake-whiny voice was so convincing, it made Yoongi internally flinch and almost forget they had to pretend being a couple. He cleared his throat then.

"Oh, I see. Then perhaps it's time for you to end it here?" he asked with a raised brow. Actually intending to know if she had already reached the fifty thousand mark or not yet.

"What? No! One more round!" Her big puppy-eyes and pouty lips almost tricked him into thinking she was indeed as naive like this. He shuddered at what great of an actress she could be.

"Fine. One more round," he agreed. Not having much choice. Seeing a wide happy smile appear on her lips, when the croupier asked for the new bets. And she slid 6,000 euros in chips on black.

As they watched the ball roll around and becoming slower, she crossed her legs under the table. Heaving her bullion only to click it down on the floor again. The hidden transmitter in the front part of her highheel influencing the ball's track. Giving her a 44% advantage towards the house. And indeed it landed on a black number this time. 4 black.

"Babe, you're such a lucky charm!" she chirped happily, collecting her initial 6,000 and the additional 6,000 win and stuffing all her chips into her case. Slinging her arms around Yoongi then and kissing him on the cheek. She didn't necessarily have to for the act, but she liked messing with that guy who always pretended being unfazed by everything and seeing him becoming all flustered instead.

"Haha, yeah. Let's go now," he awkwardly chuckled and grabbed her arm, tugging on it. Her waving a last time at the one overly-friendly man at the table who had treated her to two drinks, before facing Yoongi again.

"No need to play the over-protective boyfriend, you know?"

"I'm not keen about it either," he mumbled, "But your boyfriend asked me to keep all men away from you. And those guys at the table seemed a little bit too eager by the looks of it."

"My boyfriend?" she huffed and pulled her arm from his grip, crossing them both. "He isn't my boyfriend."

Yoongi rolled his eyes as they made their way towards the main hall to exchange their chips into money. "Whatever he is to you, he asked me to. Okay?"

"And you just obey to everything he says?" she smirked teasingly, pinching his cheek, "How cute!"

He slapped her hand away, ignoring her giggles as he collected their cases filled with banknotes from the cash out, signing a paper and sliding it back to the cashier behind the bars.

Obviously, he didn't just blindly obey to him. However, considering Jimin was his close friend and one of his partners and he had asked him for this favour with big puppy eyes, almost pleading him to prevent some multi-millionaire swooing her over -again- what else could he do? Because Yoongi believed if this woman smelled the opportunity for more money and maybe some jewels, she might take it. Like she had already done countless of times in the past. And he couldn't have Jimin moping around and whining about her being with some rich guy on another mediterranean island again. So he had unwillingly agreed.

"Excuse me, Miss," a security guard called for her then, nearing the two. A stern look on his face. Shit, had they raised any suspicion after all? Both of them stopped in their tracks, exchanging a look. It was time for their plan b.

Yoongi faced her with his best angry face on, grabbing her hand rather harshly. "I said we need to go! You're obviously drunk!"

"I'm not drunk!" Arabella theatrically threw her hands in the air.

"You spilled your drink on that poor lady!"

"You- you ain't my dad, okay? S-stop," she almost yelled, intentionally slurred, making her drunkness more believable. Even wobbling a bit on her legs. "I hate you!"

He shook his head disappointingly. "You're embarrassing, really.. Look at you." He peeked at the security guy behind her then, seeing him looking all confused at them. Seemingly caught off-guard by intervening in a couple's argument.

"N-no, you're emba-embaras-singg me," she whined, lightly hitting his arm.

"Shh, just get in the car. We'll go home." Yoongi began pulling her towards the exit before it got too dragged out and the security guard decided to get involved after all.

And they quickly made their way down the stairs at the entrance, the big water fontaine shining brightly in front of them with the beautiful palms spreading behind it. They looked over their shoulders, making sure they hadn't been followed out. No sight of the security guy. They both almost simultaneously heaved a sigh and he let go of her as they passed by all the parked luxury lamborghinis and porsches.

"Nice acting."

"Thanks."

"By the way, how did blackjack go?"

"Good," he nodded, patting his case, "Had to hold myself back from winning more than fifty."

She snorted, pushing her stole over her shoulder. "I still don't believe you're so good at it without cheating at all."

He simply shrugged, smirking smugly. "It's not hard. It's all probability calculation."

Arabella glanced at him with wide eyes, not buying it. Causing him to let out a dry laugh. "And maybe a little card counting.." he added to which she laughed out loudly. "Ha, I knew it!"

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"Full house - house wins."

The croupier collected their chips.

"Aw, are you losing?" Jimin perked up at Arabella's voice.

He glanced up, a smile creeping up his lips as he watched her placing a hand on his shoulder. He cleared his throat then when seeing Yoongi also appearing at the other table where Taehyung was seated. "I'm sure with you here now, I'll win the next round."

She laughed under her breath, not even surprised anymore about him always finding a smooth way to flirt with her. She hoped her cheeks wouldn't betray her by blushing and feeding his ego.

"Hope you have some more aces up your sleeve than that," she smirked then and took the empty seat next to him. Usually not allowed as the seats were reserved for players only, but when the croupier was about to say something, she just batted her eyelashes on him with her most innocent lip-biting, making him gulp and close his mouth again.

Jimin internally groaning at the sight of it. He leaned over to her then, his lips close to her ear.

"Stop driving all the guys crazy, am I not enough?" He retreated with a smirk, seeing her giving him an unimpressed glance. 

He straightened himself again as a new game started. "Last one for tonight," the croupier announced as his watch was telling him it was almost 1am, deadline. He swiped his arm over the table, dealing two cards face down to all players and himself.

Jimin glanced over to the other table. Taehyung also had a new pair of cards in front of him, showing them to Yoongi who was looking over his shoulder. The older guy  whispering something to him, to which Taehyung nodded and placed two 4,000 chips then.

He either had a good one or he was just bluffing. His poker-face was extraordinary after all. A few rounds before he had won 10,000 with a simple Flush.

Jimin's eyes fell to his own cards. Arabella leaning over to also take a peek. 

Two Queens. Not bad. His gaze wandered to his opponents then who seemed a little distracted by Arabella's neckholder slipdress. He frowned for a moment, then glanced at her. She had noticed as well. Facing him with a small smile and a wink. His eyes widening.

Did she do it on purpose to help him?

He was at 36,000 euros winnings right now. 14,000 more were left for their limit. He looked down on his cards again as the other players started placing bets. Should he take it slow or risk it and bet high?

He smiled at Arabella then. "I'm gonna do whatever you tell me to."

She blinked, taken aback before contemplating for a moment then, eyeing everyone and their bet. They ranged from one to four thousand. She nodded then, leaning over to whisper in his ear. "Call for now and raise later."

He licked over his lips as he looked down at her, eventually nodding. "Alright." He placed two 2,000 chips into the pot, holding the previous players raise. The croupier drew three more cards face up onto the table.

Another Queen appeared on the table along with an 8. Three of a Kind so far. He needed another Queen for Four of a Kind.

The other two players checked, meaning they neither placed bets nor gave up. The third one, a woman in her fourties with a pearl-necklace on her neck, did put out a bet. The fourth one, a younger guy folded, meaning he gave up. Leaving Jimin as the last one now. He also raised, placing another two 2,000 chips. The pot was at 18,000 now. Sure, more than he needed. But he didn't think it'd raise any suspicion considering he had lost 15,000 in the previous two rounds.

A fourth card was placed in the middle. A 5.

Dammit. He needed a Queen. There should be another one coming up soon if his calculations were right.Again, some players checked, some placed bets. Now, Jimin's poker face was also quite good, similar to the others'. And if it wasn't for Arabella sitting next to him and feeling his leg bounce, brushing against hers, she wouldn't have been able to tell he was nervous. It was quite nerve-wrecking after all.

Without thinking much, she placed her hand over his knee under the table. Squeezing it lightly, causing him to pause. He glanced at her with a raised brow. She was avoiding his glare, simply looking ahead and pretending nothing was going on. However, her gesture was saying enough.

And he couldn't help but drop his poker face for a second and give her a fond smile.

He placed another 1,000 chip as bet then. Holding his breath and trying concentrating on Arabella's hand wandering up his thigh, calming him down, when the fifth and last card was revealed.

Queen of diamonds.

His eyes widened.

If no one had a Royal or Straight flush or a Four of a Kind with King or Ace, he would win.

Everyone revealed their two closed cards.

A full house. A three of a Kind. Two Flushes.

"'Four of a Kind, Queens' wins."

"I won," he whispered and Arabella's head instantly shot towards him. Eyes round as she watched the dealer giving him all the chips from the pot while the rest of the players stood up and left with disappointed expressions. "Oh my god!"

He threw his arms around her, pulling her into a hug with a laugh. "Told you you're my lucky charm," he whispered into her hair. Smelling her perfume on it. They were now the last people left at the table, but they didn't care. The adrenaline rush being too high.

Arabella giggled then, pulling back a little. His arms still around her. "You need to properly thank your lucky charm then," she grinned then.

"I can think of a thing or two."

"Does that include a pair of diamond earrings?"

He rolled his eyes. Pulling her closer than. "Something much better."

"Better than diamond earrings?" she asked with a sly smile, "I doubt it."

"You'll see."

He was about to lean into her when a loud cough made them both perk up.

"Can you continue that at the hotel, please? I'm kinda tired," Taehyung said with a disgusted expression on his face. Rubbing his stiff neck as sitting there for hours had been exhausting. Arabella immediately frowned, pushing Jimin away. "There isn't anything to be continued," she quickly huffed and got up. Heading straight to the exit.

Jimin sighed, shaking his head as he grabbed his suitcase with the chips and they followed her out. "So close.."

 "Seriously, you act like horny teenagers. Get a grip on yourselves," Yoongi said in a similar annoyed tone as Taehyung.

"What can I say? I'm still young at heart."

"And in the brain."

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[yulixi]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 & 𝐈 ᵖᵗ.1 | pjm

Summary ➪ The boys' fandom has been noticing for a long time how young people are quite united, some say that they are only quite close as friends, brothers, but another part of the fandom does not see it that way...

The fandom maintains a long list collecting moments about the two of them.

Pairing ➪ Jimin x fem!reader

Genres ➪ fluff, cute, idol au, comfort.

sometimes i'm not good with english but i try to improve^^

@/btspavetheway: I loved the solo album of our Y/N, His high notes, the outfits, the theme of the video was incredible the choreography so elegant but striking.

But I can't stop thinking about him behind the scenes and the first to arrive was Jimin surprising the young woman.

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"I want to repeat it one more time" I looked at the screen where the scene was repeated for a few more minutes and then I looked at the director

"Okay" he spoke and his voice was heard loudly through the megaphone

The dancers walked behind me and we got into position repeating the same steps and etc.

The camera focused on the young woman while she sang and danced.

Suddenly the scene cut and started another video where Jimin's male back was seen, The boy walked down a short corridor and then entered a large room and quickly the background music was heard.

The young man moved his mask revealing his smiling lips, the camera was placed to one side of him, clearly showing his excited eyes.

"She's great" the boy spoke almost in a whisper

A few seconds passed and the music happened and the direct spoke "That's all, it's perfect"

Again the young woman could be seen smiling and grateful to the dancers, the singer walked towards the cameras and that was where she saw Jimin.

"Jimin?" The young woman said surprised, looking at the young man with emotion.

"I think that part became my favorite" he laughed and walked over to her wrapping her in his arms.

"I thought you would come later" he wrapped his arms around Jimin's neck

The video was cut and now again you could see the young people resting and eating some snacks.

Jimin suddenly got up and took out his phone and waved at the young woman, she got up and they got in position for some photos together.

Both young people laughed when they saw the last photo "I think that's enough" Jimin laughed putting his phone away "Tomorrow you will continue with this right?" I look directly into her eyes.

"You still need to record so yes" he smiled assenting "will you come again?"

"I'll come to see you again" he laughed and they hugged again "maybe some of the boys will come too so wait for us"

"Okay I'll see you tomorrow" she moved away from him to look at him, "See you tomorrow" it was possible to see how the young man took his hand and gave him a slight squeeze before leaving.

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@/btspavetheway: I love how at that moment there were only the two of them enjoying the moment, It definitely became another one of my favorite moments.

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[chimchiekookie]

Behind The Mask//PJM (2/3)

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Stylist + Enemies AU

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I'm weak for the enemies to lovers trope so do that lol Jimin x Y/n An Idol AU where Y/n is Jimin's makeup artist and they hate each other (you can decide why) A title idea could be "Behind his Mask"

PLEASE I just read through it all again and this whole thing is so chaotic I don't even know what I'm doing

This might sound dumb but this is one of my favourite oneshots because it's so crackheaded

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You yawned and walked backstage. Most of the members were already there and they greeted you warmly, making you smile.

You hadn't seen them for a while. They didn't have many performances in the past few days and you also worked for the other artists in Bighit. It was nice seeing them after so long.

"Hi~" Someone wrapped their arms around you from behind, resting their chin on your shoulder.

"What the-"

You pushed him off lightly, turning around to face none other than the Park Jimin.

"Come on," he pouted. "Aren't we dating now?"

"That's what the world thinks, unfortunately." You sighed and turned around.

"Why are you acting like that's a bad thing?"

"Because you're going to keep annoying me."

"Correct." He winked at you and sat down in his chair, spinning around in it.

You stopped the chair and made him face towards the mirror. He frowned, tapping his hands on the desk.

"You're energetic today."

"Mhm."

"Any reason?"

"Because I got to see you after so long."

You poked him with the brush, making him scowl. "Talk again and I'll make sure your makeup is ruined."

"You wouldn't. You have too much pride to do that," he laughed.

Godammit he was right.

After the performance he came backstage and immediately ran towards you. He pulled you into a hug, squeezing you. Ignoring your heart (which annoyingly felt like it was going to burst) you decided to lead with a good old observation.

"AGH you're sweaty." You words were muffled into his shirt.

"I know."

"Stop being weird," you muttered, pulling yourself away and trying to hide your flustered face. "Why are you being nice all of a sudden."

"I was always nice. You were the asshole."

"As if."

He smiled, then looked around to check if anyone was watching. Grabbing your wrist, he pulled you out the door.

"Hey-"

"Shh I wanna ask you something."

He ran down the hallway, looking for some place you could talk without being interrupted.

"This place is fine," he muttered, opening a closet.

"Hell no."

"Get in before anybody sees."

"I refuse-"

Two minutes later you were both huddled in the closet. You were glaring at him but he didn't seem to notice.

"What was so secret that you had to shove me into a closet?"

"Uhm..."

"What?"

"I just wanted to... show you this... without anyone else seeing. The others would make fun of me."

"What is it?"

He pulled out his phone and slowly turned the screen towards you. It was his texts with his mother.

Mom: You have a girlfriend!?

Mom: Park Jimin how dare you not tell me

Mom: I'm disowning you

You: Mom???

You: You can't disown me

Mom: Try me

You: Mom wait

You: What if I told you she's not actually my girlfriend?

Mom: My son???

Mom: Using some poor girl for clout??

Mom: No

You: What do you mean no??

Mom: I want to meet her

Mom: I haven't seen Y/n in so long

Mom: She was always so sweet

You: SHE TRIED TO KILL ME

You: And how did you know it was Y/n?

Mom: You deserved it

Mom: You were an idiot child

Mom: And honey

Mom: I've been hearing rants about Y/n since the day you started school

Mom: I know who she is

You: This whole thing is fake

You: She's not my girlfriend

Mom: You can't deny love, Jimin

Mom: I want to meet her

You: Mom p l e a s e

"You used to rant about me?" You asked him, amused.

He snatched the phone away, annoyed. "You weren't supposed to read that far."

"Why are we in a closet again?"

"Because if the others heard us talking about this they'd never let me hear the end of it."

"I don't follow. Why?"

"Because... if my mom wants to see you it means she wants us to get married."

"She wants WHAT!?"

Jimin clasped a hand over you mouth, shushing you.

"She's going to get me married the first chance she gets and the others know that," he whispered, not moving away. His hand was still over your mouth and you were way too close in this cramped closet.

You licked his hand, making him shout and pull his hand away.

"Jimin?"

"What."

"You can deal with this on your own."

You opened the closet and stepped out, making sure to lock him inside.

This wasn't your problem. His mother wants him to marry? Good for him. You could grab some popcorn and watch it all happen. "When do you think the janitors will find you?" You asked him, knocking on the door. You received a scream.

Good enough.

You walked away happily, practically skipping down the corridor. He deserved it for acting all sweet earlier.

Five hours later a noticeably dishevelled Jimin slammed open the door to TXT's styling room. All five of the poor boys jumped, swivelling round to stare at Jimin.

"Jimin hyung?" Soobin asked, shocked.

"Somebody told me the witch would be here."

"The witch-?"

Jimin was promptly pushed out by TXT's manager, complaining that they were on a tight schedule and Jimin was interrupting. Jimin waited patiently outside the styling room, not moving until he saw the staff and members come out.

"Y/n's not here," Beomgyu smiled, seeing Jimin.

"Are you kidding me!?" He shouted and walked away, muttering to himself.

Taehyun waited until Jimin had left, then whispered to Beomgyu, "How much did Y/n pay you to dress up as a staff and tell Jimin she'd be here?"

"35 thousand won. Absolutely worth it."

Jimin had pried your address out of a very amused Taehyung, who was probably the second closest to you out of all of them.

He was at your house now, knocking at your door.

He heard a crash and in a few seconds the door was open. You stood there, staring up at him.

"Oh, hi."

"You locked me in a closet."

"So I did."

"For five hours."

"Damn, I thought you'd be there till night." He opened his mouth to shout at you but you interrupted him. "See, I'm very busy right now, so it's best if you go."

"No."

You raised your eyebrow at him and shut the door. He blocked it with his foot.

You kept eye contact with him and smiled. Without breaking your gaze you opened the door wider, then smashed it into his foot, making him yelp. He put one hand on the door and pushed it open, glancing behind you. He momentarily forgot all about being mad at you, and just looked confused as he looked at the mess.

"What have you been doing here?"

You stepped aside so he could see better.

"I was trying to create the ultimate board game by putting them all together, but you surprised me and I toppled them all over."

"This is what you were busy doing?"

"Uhhh yes? Wanna help? I'll let you play."

Jimin thought about it for a second, then stepped in. "We're continuing this conversation afterwards."

"Sure," you smiled, closing the door.

Jimin kneeled on the floor, cringing as the suit he was wearing touched the floor.

"My stylist will kill me if this gets dirty."

"Why are you still wearing that?"

"You locked me in a closet. How was I supposed to change?"

"Right..."

You rushed upstairs and grabbed some clothes from your roommate's room, tossing them into Jimin's arms.

"Clean yourself up, you stink."

"No."

Two minutes later he was back in more comfortable clothes and relatively less stinky. You two got to work, placing all the board games on top of each other, side to side, wherever they would fit. You were trying to create the biggest Monopoly board ever. It wasn't until Jimin pointed out that you didn't have extra stations and stuff that you need in Monopoly that you decided to switch plans.

"Look at this marble," you said, holding one up.

"Hey, didn't you steal that from me in fourth grade!?"

"Not important. We're going to get this baby from there-" you pointed to the top of the stairs, "-to there-" you pointed to kitchen, "-all the way back here. Or wherever it reaches."

"Are you sure you have enough board games and straws?"

You smiled mischievously. "Boy, this isn't even half of them."

You two set to work, cutting straws in half for the marble to travel on. You and your roommate had collected all this random shit for no reason, including straws, papers, post-it-notes belonging to other people, rocks, tapes, silly string cans, empty cans, literally anything you could get your hands on. Now it was all starting to be worth something.

"My roommate is going to be so mad they missed this," you said form the top of the stairs once you two were done.

"You have a roommate? Makes sense. No way you could afford a nice house like this," Jimin said form next to you.

"What, you thought those clothes were mine?"

"Yeah? Now that I think about it there's no way you could have this kind of fashion sense."

"Fuck you. WAIT!" You stopped him from dropping the marble. "We need someone to record this."

"Taehyung?"

"He'll knock it all over accidently."

"Jin? He's flexible, he can dodge the stuff."

"He'll knock it over on purpose."

"Jungkook."

"Jungkook," you nodded.

In a few minutes Jungkook was at your house. He opened the door and you two immediately started shouting for him to stop so he wouldn't knock over the path going in front of the door.

"Woah," he whispered, ducking under it. "What's this?"

"You need to be the cameraman," Jimin said. "Get up here."

Jungkook obliged, taking out his phone. Jimin dropped the marble and you both realised you had made the right choice calling him. He was the only one who could dodge neatly through the mess while recording it perfectly.

Once it was finished he showed you the end result and you and Jimin started screaming, hugging each other.

"WE DID IT!!"

"HELL YEAH WE DID IT!!"

"Hey, I kinda recorded the whole thing," Jungkook pointed out. You told Jungkook he could help himself to the food in the fridge as a thanks, which he was surprisingly satisfied with.

"We did it," you repeated, staring at the mess around you in awe. "I'm not gonna clean this. I'm just- we're gonna live with this."

"A masterpiece," Jimin breathed.

"Masterpiece."

"You guys are still hugging, you know that right?" Jungkook said with a mouth full of burger.

"Hush," Jimin whispered. "It doesn't matter."

For once you were willing to let it happen. So what if you were hugging him? Look at what he had just helped you do.

"I think I'm tearing up," you said, wiping away fake tears.

"What a beautiful sight."

"You guys are insane." Jungkook shook his head, snapping a picture of you two.

"Hush."

The marble ride incident is something that you Jimin boasted about for the rest of the month. Stupid antics pushed aside, you both gushed with pride whenever you saw each other. Jimin had completely forgot about being locked in the closet, which was another bonus (and the reason you kept talking about the marble ride, in hopes that he wouldn't remember)

You two finally shut up about it when Jia threatened to crack your kneecaps, which deeply disturbed the both of you but you weren't going to question it.

So how were things a few month later? Had Jimin, and the rest of the world, finally shut up about you two fake dating?

Haha no

Not even a bit

Jimin still pestered you about it, hugging you and taking your hand randomly. The only reason you hadn't punched him yet was because you didn't want to get fired. You had been lucky the first time, if someone caught you punching Park Jimin, well... game over.

The only good thing was that he was becoming a little more bearable by the day. You two didn't squabble nearly as much, and you sometimes—only sometimes—played along with the fake dating thing. It was fun when you were both joking about it.

Had you been recognized? Twice. Two horrifying times you had been stopped in the street because you were wearing the same clothes you had worn in the video, and fans could recognise you by your chin apparently. Your roommate helped you burn those clothes after the second incident.

Jimin... wasn't all bad? (That still hurt to say) Turns out he could not be an asshole sometimes. You still had no idea why he was so obsessed with the fake dating thing, but you had come up with three conclusions.

1. He's a hopeless romantic

2. He's gone insane

3. He's simply obsessed with you because who isn't? (Most likely this one)

"Y/n?" he asked, coming up behind you backstage.

"Hm?"

"I've got a question."

"Is it to do with you mother and the marriage thing?" You asked. turning around.

"Nah I dealt with that, no thanks to you," he huffed. "Uhm, anyway..."

"Yeah?"

He took something out of his pocket and held it out to you. You looked down at the two movie tickets in his hand then back up to him with narrowed eyes.

"What kind of prank is this?"

"I am offended. Can't a guy take his girlfriend out on a date?"

You turned around and started walking away, but he laughed and grabbed your arm, pulling you back. "Sorry, sorry, I'll stop saying that... for now- UM anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies with me?"

"Why?" You stared at him intently, as if his ulterior motives would be pasted on to his eyes.

"Because... uh-"

You looked down at the tickets and snatched them out of his hands, staring at them closely.

"My Little Pony: Equestria Girls." You raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for an explanation.

"I was supposed to go with my niece but she got sick and can't go."

"Okay and where do I come in this?"

"Well, I paid good money for these tickets, right?"

"You're literally a millionaire," you pointed out, sitting down on the sofa.

"Yeah but my niece specifically asked me to go to the movies with someone else instead." He sat down on the sofa next to you. "And she said, and I quote, 'Go with you dumb girlfriend.'"

"Wow. Rude."

"No, it was supposed to be a compliment. She thinks you're dumb for dating me and not someone 'more in your league' or something like that."

"I'm touched but... I've already watched it," you muttered, turning your face away.

"SINCE WHEN DO YOU WATCH MY LITTLE PONY!?" He screamed, jumping off of the sofa.

"SINCE DAY!"

He groaned and grabbed your shoulders. "Y/n, Y/n out of all the movies you could've watched-"

"I never said I wouldn't watch it again. Let's go I wanna see Rainbow Dash."

"I- okay? Which one's Rainbow Dash again?"

You smiled, averting your eyes. "The purple one."

"No she's the blue one you uncultured swine! With the rainbow hair-" Jimin screamed.

"Well this uncultured swine just just exposed your My Little Pony fanboy ass. Let's go."

"It's a date then."

"I'm coming for Spike and Spike only."

"We'll see about that," he smirked, grabbing your hand and leading you out.

An hour later Jimin was hugging you, his head resting on your shoulder. Was this a sweet moment? Not at all, he was laughing uncontrollably. You were doing your best to look disappointed but even you had to crack a smile.

You two had gotten kicked out of the cinema for shouting- ahem- 'obscene remarks' at the screen.

"Jimin, think of all the traumatized children in the cinema," you whispered, biting your lip to stop yourself form saying anything further. It didn't work. "They're going to thinking of you thirsting over-"

"Shhh." He put a hand over your mouth, unable to control his own giggles. "Not out loud."

"What is wrong with you?" You whispered, taking his hand away, trying in vain to hide your smile.

"I didn't mean any of it. I've just always wanted to interrupt a movie at the cinemas."

"Yeah right. Like you don't dream of-"

"Not out loud," he hissed, "If anyone knew I pretended to thirst over a kids show-"

"Pretended, sure."

He winked at you, taking you hand without really thinking.

"What now?"

You casually slipped your hand out of his and patted his shoulder.

"Now we find you a body pillow," you said, walking to you car and getting in the driver's seat.

"I- That actually sounds pretty cool let's do that."

"I'm kidding you pervert, we're getting ice cream."

"How do I know you won't poison me?"

"I really should after what you just did."

"But you won't."

"But I won't."

Eating ice cream and fangirling over My Little Pony with your long-term enemy. That's definitely something you never thought you'd do.

"Y/n, do you still hate me?" He asked out of the blue.

"Uh..."

He smiled, scrunching his nose. "Is that a no?"

"You're not... all bad."

"So you're finally willing to accept me as your boyfriend?"

"Keep trying," you scoffed, shovelling ice cream into you mouth.

"Hey you're finishing all of it!" Jimin whined.

"Why do you think I bought ten more boxes?"

"Can I eat out of my own box?"

"No."

Instead of buying small cups or cones of ice cream like normal people, you two had decided to buy these huge tubs. Now you were sitting on your sofa, squabbling over a box and completely ignoring the show you had started watching on Netflix.

"Y/n?" He asked once more.

"Say one more thing and I'm knocking your teeth out."

"Wow, okay. Rude."

You two finally got back to watching the drama you had left, fighting with each other now and then for another scoop of ice cream.

Finally at night you kicked him out of the house, letting him take your car to drive to his dorms.

The next day Jimin burst open the door to the styling room, alerting everyone that he was here.

"You good?" You asked him, amused.

"You know me, always looking for attention." He fluttered his eyelids, tucking a hand under his chin. "Here are your keys. Your car's outside near the 'no parking' sign."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Nope."

You rolled your eyes and snatched your keys from him, stuffing them into your pocket. "I give you my car and this is how you repay me."

He smiled and sat down in front of the mirror. "There is one way I can repay you, if you want."

"You have my attention." You picked up the makeup brush and started doing his makeup.

"Mario kart at the dorms."

"After the award show?"

"Uh doy."

You narrowed your eyes at him in the mirror. "What's the catch?"

His lips parted into a smile. "You know me too well. The only catch is... well, be my friend. Let's stop with this rivals thing. It's getting tiring."

Hoseok whistled in the next seat over, leaning his elbow on the table and resting his cheek on his fist. "Is this a relationship development I see?"

"Mind your own business," Jimin snapped. "As you can see my friends now are... less than satisfactory," he added, lifting his head to look up at you.

"Stop with the business talk, I'm in."

"You are!?" He swiveled round in his chair, nearly cracking his neck in the process.

"The only friend I have is Jia and I'm 90% percent sure she's getting sick of me. Oh, and I guess my roommate counts."

"Seven years together and I'm still not counted as a friend," Taehyung muttered. "The amount of disrespect-"

"Hush, boy. Oh, and Jimin? You still haven't given back my roommate's clothes."

"Do they want them back?" He asked, turning his chair back around.

"Yeah."

"I'm not giving them."

"It's been two seconds and you're already starting a new rivalry," you scoffed.

He pinched your cheek, amused. "My dear Y/n, life is nothing without drama."

Maybe that was why your heart had suddenly decided to go against all your morals and catch feelings.

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What if... the CEOs were Hybrids? part two | BTS OT7 au

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Trigger warnings: swearing, possessive/obsessive behaviour, mentions of violence, alcohol, usual hybrid trope things

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Playlist : Dandelions - Ruth B, Can’t Help Falling in Love - Kina Grannis

Hybrids: KNJ - Wolf, KSJ - Bear, MYG - Panther, JHS - Lion, PJM - Arctic fox, KTH - Tiger, JJK - Bunny.

“They’re behind here I’m telling you,” Yoongi growls, staring a hole in the door to supply closet b, the only room that was locked.

They had been running around like fools in search of you, almost becoming feral with desperation.

Hoseok knocks on the door lightly, the taps not matching the fire in his eyes or the way his nostrils flared. It was faint, but your smell was here.

They hear the lock click, the door opening to reveal a smug sleepy Jungkook at the door, but that’s not what their gaze focuses on. There you are on the floor in Taehyung’s lap, sleeping in his arms. Jimin was asleep in hybrid form on your thigh, his little foxy face smushed against you. The tiger hybrid asleep with his back against the wall, holding on to you.

It’s a soft sight, it even melted their anger a smidge, having to force their jaws to remain clenched.

“Bunny was really tired,” Jungkook yawns. “She couldn’t sleep last night.”

“You three are dead,” Yoongi’s throat rumbles, his voice low not to reach your ears, but it reaches Jimin and Taehyung, their ears twitching to the sound, the threat rousing them from their slumber. 

Jungkook’s instincts want him to fight or flight, but he stands his ground.

“We kept her away from the other employees, and we kept her safe,” Jungkook bites back, doe eyes turning stern as he lectures his hyung, a predator hybrid. “We didn’t take advantage of her, what’s the problem?”

Hoseok scoffs in disbelief, his tail agitated behind him, he doesn’t miss the accusation in the bunny’s tone. They weren’t going to be disrespected for making what they thought was the best decision, even if what Jungkook was hinting at held any weight. 

“Ya locking her in a store room with three hormonal hybrids isn’t taking advantage of her?” Jin half whispers, half yells, eyes wide with exasperation, the sight would be hilarious under different circumstances. 

“It's better than locking her in an office with four feral predators,” Jungkook seethes, eyes narrowing. The hypocrisy was unreal, he could smell the lingering scent of their horniness, even though it was masked by the desperation and fear their mate had disappeared.  

“Ya Namjoon why aren't you saying any-” Jin’s voice gets caught in his throat as they all turn to the lead CEO. The wolf had his eyes dead set on the scene, his eyes blank of emotion, the sight has them all tensing, having seen this look before. 

“Namjoon,” Yoongi calls for him delicately, trying to reach into the hole of thoughts he knew the wolf was burying himself in and pull him out. 

Something snaps in him, his cheeks sucked in as a breath of angry air exhales from his nostrils. The tension can be felt heavily in the air, masked previously by their own emotions. Taehyung and Jimin, now fully awake by the sixth sense of an approaching storm, watch their alpha with fear creeping into their veins. The tiger holds you closer, ready to protect you from the oncoming danger, although in his sound mind he knows he’s going to be on the receiving end.

“Wake her up,” Namjoon’s voice is heavy, the command low and guttural, and each of their backs straighten to attention. “Seokjin hyung take her home, you three, in my office. Now.”

Any correction of ‘their’ office died in their throats as the wolf hybrid stormed away. They all release a breath they didn’t know they were holding, trying to downplay the goosebumps that made them shudder at the energy he left in his wake. 

“Like I said,” Yoongi gulped, recovering from the menacing aura, trying to return to his stern demeanour, “you three are dead.”

—

The three of them stood with their heads low in submission in front of Namjoon’s desk, his eyes boring into them with so much heat they could feel themselves start to sweat. Hoseok and Yoongi were listening from outside, not willing to admit they were too afraid to go in. 

“Did you tell her?” The deathly tone of his voice made them want to run, but they were frozen by the red eyes of their alpha.

“N-no we didn’t,” Jimin stuttered, knowing he needed to answer out of respect.

“She wondered why we were all scenting her, but she didn’t figure it out,” Jungkook explains, his little tail quivering behind him.

“Jungkook covered it,” Taehyung says, trying to placate the angry alpha.

“What did you tell her?” He stares down the bunny hybrid like the barrel of a gun ready to fire.

“I told her she was part of the pack,” Jungkook gulped. “Our hybrids recognised her as a packmate even though she’s human. That’s all.”

Namjoon nods, pacing behind his desk in thought. They were going to choke from the pheromones in the room. The wolf hybrid was emitting heavy miasmatic rage and the maknaes' knees were seconds away from giving out from the weight. 

“She fell asleep in our arms Hyung,” Jungkook admits quietly against his better judgement, knowing that the lead CEO was in no state of mind to listen to reason but he still had to try, “that means she trusts us, she feels something for us.”

“She's human!” He seethes back, making Taehyung jump, “it means she was tired.”

They can’t find their voices to argue, letting the room fall back to that poisonous state of silence as they awaited the Alpha’s punishment of choice.

“The three of you are suspended for a week.”

The shock hit them like a slap, they were expecting a bigger workload, something that meant they couldn’t see you as much, not this. Not being able to see you at all, for a whole week?

“Hyung-”

“Argue with me and I’ll make it two.”

His foot was down and not budging an inch, they could see it in the way his jaw was set. As much as they wanted to complain they swallowed it down, a week without you was torment enough, they wouldn’t be able to handle two.

—

The air in the car is stifling… Jin was oblivious to it, or so you thought but it was obvious with the way your entire body was running like you had a fever from the embarrassment of waking up to six of your bosses staring at you! While you were in the arms of one of them! You couldn’t control the impulse, you buried your head in your hands and groaned. There were ice caps in the arctic melting because of the heat from your cheeks alone! 

Jin tries not to, but he chuckles at your actions, trying to look nonchalant as he drives but you hear his little breaths of laughter, whining into your palms. 

“If I call in sick tomorrow will you cover for me?” You ask the bear hybrid, your hands coming away from your face as you stare at him seriously. He was already having such trouble stifling his laughter, but the look on your face as you tried to conspire with him made him burst. 

“Jin it's not funny,” you grumble, pouting over your predicament. 

“Honey you don’t have to be embarrassed,” he says fondly, smiling as he steers onto your road. 

Your stupid heart flutters at the term of endearment he introduced today, you couldn’t help thinking it sounded like you were a couple. As quickly as your heart swelled, it sank. You were just an employee, how many times did you have to tell yourself that?

You cough weakly into your hand, his eyes snap to you as if you’d grown a third head.

“Oh no,” you say dramatically, obviously faking, the back of your hand placed delicately to your forehead for good measure. “I must be coming down with something *cough* maybe I won’t be able to make it into work tomorrow.”

Jin sighs, for a second he believed you, the worry in his chest had his senses set to panic. You frown when he doesn’t smile at your joke, not a hint of it left from earlier, instead he's releasing a breath as if he had been holding onto it.

“Beautiful girl,” he sighs, his tone slightly berating you. “Don’t ever joke about things like that.”

After a day like today, with their mate smelling the way she did, the need to take you home, look after you, shower you with love, protect you from everything in their nest was overwhelming. Fear ran riot inside of them when you were ‘missing’, it was the worst prank those maknaes could play on them, and now a joke from your own lips about your health made his hybrid feel a sadness he couldn’t quite explain. It was mixed with the essence of failure, like if you got unwell, it would be his fault. 

“Jin?” You call him out of his thoughts, his eyes swim with so much emotion as he looks at you, really looks at you. Your frown melts into surprise, not expecting to be attacked with that expression on his face. “Umm… Thanks for the ride.”

You try to smile but it's a nervous sight, you know he can hear your heart pounding, and you needed to save yourself from some embarrassment today at least. 

“You really didn’t have to…” You open the car door, ready to make your escape. You wished you fought back harder, but he was adamant about dropping you home, the hell was he going to risk any hybrid on the streets smelling you. 

“See you tomorrow Y/n,” he says when you step out of the car. The corner of his lips turn upward in an attempt to return your smile, but it doesn’t reach the sorrow in his eyes. You normally hate when they refer to you by name, they only did so when others were around, or when you were in trouble, but this didn’t feel like that. He said your name with so much weight you couldn’t understand it, only staring at him again in shock. 

You recover a moment later, brows furrowing in thought as you close the door. He watches you enter your apartment building, leaning onto the passenger side of the car to watch the light come on in your complex. You were home, you were safe, he felt himself breathe a little in relief. 

You weren’t theirs. The thought had been repeating itself in his head since you called his name minutes ago. As much as they loved you, wanted you, the facts were irrefutable. You weren’t theirs. He sighs deeply before pulling away, a silent drive back to their mansion to dwell on his thoughts. 

—

There was a weight pulling you down in the office this morning. Your thoughts evidently elsewhere, that was clear to see on your face. Every few seconds you would catch yourself drifting before trying to shake yourself out of it, trying to focus on your work but you couldn’t. The guilt was eating you alive. 

“Kim depyunim looks as pissed today as he did yesterday,” you can hear one of your co-workers gossiping. 

“Wonder what's got him so stressed out?”

You could haphazard a guess. You fight down the groan that makes its way up your throat. Maybe he thinks you’re trying to seduce them, after yesterday's scene, you’re so sure you’ve disappointed him. He wasn’t there when you woke up, he must’ve walked off fuming at the sight of you cuddling up to his packmates. But then… Jungkook said they saw you as one of the pack so why… unless, you hadn’t been accepted by their alpha yet, and now you’re sure you won’t. You fucked up, you fucked up so bad by taking their friendship for granted, they were your employers, why did you forget that fact so easily?

“Earth to Y/n,” Yeri waves her hand in front of you face, the turtle hybrid had been talking to you for the last minute only to realise you had been spaced out.

“Huh- Oh sorry, what were you saying?” 

She frowns at you, handing you the file for today's meeting while wondering what was going on with you. The second the file is in your hands your heart sinks, you hadn’t forgotten about it, oh no, quite the opposite. The entire evening you were thinking about it, the fact you would have to face your bosses at this meeting after yesterday's events. 

It plagued you so bad it gave you nightmares, every hour you woke up after scenes of Namjoon yelling at you, or Yoongi refusing to speak to you. Hobi didn’t even look at you even though you begged him to with tears in your eyes. You know they were only dreams, they weren’t real, and yet they felt so believable that even now when you were awake you held some sorrow over them, as if they really did happen. 

“Are you okay running the meeting, you don’t look great…” she comments, braced for you to faint or something. 

Here it was, an opportunity for someone to take over, for you to run home and hide. But as much as you were terrified of their reaction to you, you worked so hard preparing for this meeting, your team was relying on you, and so were the CEOs. You had to deliver it, you had to show them you were worth working here. And plus, you fixed the problem anyway…

Yeri watches your face fall into a despondent state, were you okay? It was almost as if you were in mourning or something, and she felt too awkward to ask any further questions. What was wrong with you?

You only nod in reply, walking away from her in thought as you make your way to the meeting room. As always you were thirty minutes early, the room was empty as it normally was. You weren’t as efficient as you normally would be, your pace slow as you organised your material, set the room up to your liking. You didn’t even acknowledge when your colleagues made their way in and sat in their designated seats, but you felt it when they did. You back went up, a sixth sense you couldn’t explain when Namjoon stepped through the door, followed by 3 other CEOs. You didn’t make eye contact, you didn’t turn their way or greet them when your coworkers stood and bowed, you pretended as if you didn’t know they were here. But you knew they could hear your heart running like it needed to escape, your heavier breathing as you tried to calm down. 

Yoongi can smell the anxiety, your back was to them as you sorted out the computer and projector, but he could see how tense you were. He glances at their company founder, who almost glared at you before swallowing down whatever thoughts he was having, pretending you didn’t exist. Sometimes the other CEOs wanted to get a chisel and hammer, and crack open that skull and see what the hell was going on in that head of his. 

The lights dim before the presentation begins. You’re grateful for the darkness, thinking it would hide their faces from you, but when you turn around you realise it only enhances their intimidating demeanour. You felt like prey in the middle of a hunt, their eyes glistened in the low lights, and you knew they could see you better than you could them. The thought has a flood of vulnerability rush through your spine and chest, only increasing your growing anxiety like a tsunami. You take a deep breath before you begin. 

Hobi’s gaze doesn’t miss the way your hands were shaking as you grip onto your notes for the meeting, the way you cleared your throat before you spoke. Under normal circumstances your presentations were captivating, you held the room, but today you didn’t even smile. All he wanted to do was wrap you protectively in his arms, rewind to yesterday when you were enjoying each other's company.

He sighs, Jin and Yoongi glancing at him briefly inquisitively, but of course they knew the thoughts that plagued Hoseok’s mind. They knew the maknaes weren’t being malicious in their revenge plot, they would never have ill intentions towards your wellbeing. The hyungs knew the youngest three were making a valid point in their demonstration yesterday, but the problem was they never thought it through, they never thought of or understood the consequences, the fallout, the way the older CEOs did. They could already feel your distance as you questioned yesterday’s events, your little brain working on overdrive, analysing everything.

Part of the lion hybrid wished Namjoon didn’t ban the cubs from the building during their suspension, they were so much better at keeping you close. He’s so deep in his thoughts, so busy absentmindedly watching your every move that he misses most of the meeting agenda, looking blank when the lights turn on and everyone’s eyes turn to the CEOs in the room. Thankfully Namjoon takes over.

“Good presentation Miss L/n,” he doesn’t look your way when he speaks, and it cuts you, you hated empty praise, you hated it when he used your last name, even in front of everyone. “I want team B to follow up on revenue, team A can hand over the files.”

“Well done for laying down the foundation for this contract team A,” Yoongi agrees, his eyes on you only, the praise directed at you even he said it to your whole group. 

“Y/n you’ve got the best deal again,” Jin says fondly, smiling at you, hoping you’d return it. You bow politely at them instead as people gather their papers, ready to leave. The CEOs try to hang back, knowing you would clear your notes and linger behind to do so without distraction. Hoseok reads the material of what he missed, Yoongi pretends to small talk with Jin while they keep glancing your way. Namjoon answered questions from the floor managers, actually wanting to escape quickly but he was stuck listening to this imbecile. 

“Should we stay late tonight to go over the material for the handover?” Alex asks you with a grin. Four pairs of ears instinctively lock onto the conversation, even the wolf’s. 

“I can’t, sorry, I have a date,” you say bluntly, loud enough for them to hear, a tight lipped smile on your face. The hybrids reel back with shock, like you were intentionally trying to hurt them, but how could you? You didn’t know how they felt. 

The whole meeting you could feel their gazes on you, more than just listening to the meeting. Their eyes had been interrogating, or it felt like it at least, so you said it to quell any ill intentions they might think you have, that you were another one of those employees who were desperate to seduce them. The second the words were out you regretted everything; saying yes to that stupid blind date, coming to work at all, and everything that happened yesterday. 

“Excuse me,” you can’t even force a smile as you exit, your heart pounding in your chest when you feel their eyes pierce you, unable to handle it. 

—

“A date? A fucking date!” Yoongi uncharacteristically yells at the other three in the office, Hoseok and Jin leaning on the walls behind their respective desks, both appearing despondent staring at the floor, Namjoon pretending to read the files in front of him, ignoring them. “How can she go on a date when yesterday we-”

He sighs exasperated as his fingers comb through his hair in frustration, one hand on his hip as he shakes his head. Yoongi never raises his voice like this. He got angry yes, but his rage was always cool and calm, unless of course it regarded you. How could you flaunt this in front of them when yesterday you were bonding, scenting, SLEEPING with them? Why were humans so dense? He was so sure deep inside of himself you returned their feelings, but now, he was losing hope you did at all. 

“Namjoon stop pretending to read we can smell the burning pot you’re trying to put a lid on,” Seokjin reprimands him, trying to contain his own fury at the CEO, partly blaming him for your sudden interest in dating. In all the years they’ve known you, not once have you been with someone else, they would have smelt it on you if you had, so why now? Why were you pushing them away after yesterday? As much as they wanted to pry open Namjoon’s skull, he wanted to read your mind more.

“It's her choice to-”

“She doesn’t know we’re an option because you wouldn’t let us court her,” Yoongi spits, tail agitated behind him as his pupils almost turn into slits. 

The wolf hybrid has to force his jaw shut to not bear his teeth at his packmate's aggression, his eyes glinting red as they stare the panther hybrid down.

Hoseok scoffs at their behaviour, at the situation.

“Good thing the maknaes aren’t here,” he thinks out loud. They would have lost it, plotted some game or plan to stop you, but maybe that was what they needed. As diabolical as it sounded, every bone in his body wanted to stop you. “Should we tell them?”

“It’s none of their business,” Namjoon snaps, his nose flaring. “It’s none of our business, she’s our employee, she’s allowed to date whoever she wants. Her private life is just that, we don’t get involved.”

He stares each of them down, the pot reaching boiling point. Each of them deflate into submission, even Yoongi, his shoulders sinking, his gaze falling to the floor. Their alpha’s pheromones were strong in presenting his wrath, but it couldn’t hide the scent of misery and ache.  

Yoongi walks up to his desk, his head still bowed but the adrenaline in Namjoon’s system still had his back up as he watched the panther wearily. His best friend can barely look him in the eye, not out of respect for their pack leader, but because for the first time in his life, their alpha let them down. Namjoon swallows down his own sorrow, his own regret that’s caused this rift between them. 

“Our mate is going to let another man court her,” Yoongi explains solemnly so every word is heard and understood. “Another person is going to put their hands on her, we’re going to smell him on her. Why are you pretending that's okay?

You love her just as much as I do.”

He doesn’t wait for a response, storming out of the office before his rage built again and he ended up punching the wolf for his stubborn stupidity.

—

You could cancel, would that quell the growing anxiety inside of you? But the whole point of this date was to move on from this unrequited infatuation with them that was boarding on pathetic. You’re sure Namjoon’s caught on, why else would he look at you like that during the meeting? He must be so disgusted and disappointed in you. 

Jimin, Tae and Kookie would tell you what was going on inside their alpha’s head, they didn’t hide things from you, you could actually call them your friends. What if this whole situation took them away from you? What if Namjoon told them you were just like everyone else, trying to get close to them for an agenda. Is that why you hadn’t seen them yet?

As much as you told yourself you needed to create a professional distance and set boundaries before any misunderstandings could form, you couldn’t lie to yourself that you didn’t want anything to change, you didn’t want to lose them or what you had with them. Was that so selfish? You didn’t want to lose them, you didn’t want them to hate you, and you didn’t want to feel like this anymore. Like your love for them was wrong. 

The office was bustling around you and yet you were still, a mountain of work sat on your desk and you couldn’t even glance in its direction. You should’ve called in sick.

“Y/n!” Jackson calls for your attention, standing beside you, frowning at your despondency, almost the same look he saw on one of his bosses moments ago. The Golden retriever hybrid was the perfect secretary, unflinchingly loyal, and able to read every emotion cue before they even presented. Something was going on, and his instincts told him to stay out of it. 

“Hey,” you greet him, his presence jolting you into starting to go through the pile of work, even if it was just to look busy. 

“Min Depyunim needs you in his office ASAP,” he instructs. 

His frown deepens at the way your heart rate skyrocketed, the growing anxiety perspiring from your skin. 

“Did he say why?” you ask with a gulp, your eyes wide like a prey hybrid. 

“No, just that it was urgent.”

You only nod in reply, not trusting your voice as you leave your desk. Each step to that office would normally bring you a sense of comfort, anticipation in the best kind of way, but today your shoes were filled with lead. You hold an empty folder against your chest as if that would offer you any defence. 

The door opens before you knock, your fist in the air as you come face to face with Yoongi. The panther hybrid detests eye contact, it was more a sign of aggression in the hybrid world, but now his eyes were boring into yours, pleading you without words. Both your faces mirror a sense of sadness, your voices caught in your throats. His hand wraps around your wrist that was still caught midair, pulling you in when you made no move to. 

His office still had hints of yesterday, he locked it after you left, not wanting the cleaning crew to erase your scent or the evidence of your bonding session. The windows were closed, but the air in the room wasn’t stifling. Even though you were human, the room was calming your tense composure. That is, until your boss opens his mouth.

“I need you to stay late and help me with a new merger,” he announces, his stoic stare almost daring you to defy him, but behind that demeanour he was nervous. 

You stare back in shock, he knew you had a date. He heard you at that meeting, you're sure of it, so why? 

“Kitten?” he searches your face for a hint of something, anything. “It's an important deal, I need my best girl on it.”

You take a deep breath at the compliment, your heart fluttering against your wishes. Your skin flushes with heat, and you hope his hybrid senses can’t pick up the warmth you're suddenly emitting. Here it was… a way out, a way to just go back to how things were. You could say yes.

“I can’t,�� you shake your head, looking away from his penetrating gaze before it coerced you into giving in. “I have plans, I’m sorry I can’t.”

“Cancel.” The word comes out like a command before he can correct himself. “Reschedule, this is important.”

The folder in your arms is squeezed closer against your chest, your eyes close, you almost look like you’re fighting with yourself. 

Give in Kitten, come on, did you really like this guy? Did you really not want him and the others? They were so sure, with the way you reciprocated their affection, that you felt the same. The idea that you didn't, sent a stabbing pain straight through his chest.

“I can’t, I’m really sorry,” you wish he knew how sorry you were, fighting to keep your eyes from watering. You didn’t want to go tonight, but you were forcing yourself to. 

“Why?” he fights the growl from his voice, his eyes piercing you. 

“I just can’t,” you hold back the sorrow in your tone, but he can still hear it, realising he was possibly putting you between a rock and a hard place. He tries not to scoff, tries not to take it further, but he can’t help himself, he was so pissed at this situation, the idea that someone else was getting to be with you in every way he wanted to be. 

“Miss L/n this deal is important-”

“You’ve said that,” you cut him off, arguing back. You hated when he called you that. Every time he was annoyed with you, every time you made a grievous mistake back when you both didn’t get along, he used your surname in that tone, and this time it irritated you. “But I’ve read my contract, I don’t have to say yes.”

He takes a deep breath, both your spiking distress starting to destroy the previous ambience of his office, and he didn’t want to lose it. He walks away from you, trying to cool down, only turning back when he reaches his desk, hoping the distance would give him a chance to breathe.

“Will there be repercussions Min Depyunim?” you ask, your eyes staring daggers into his softening features. He shakes his head, looking down at the ground between you, disgusted with himself. He was so desperate for you not to go, was he really going to force you to stay? 

You sigh, Min Yoongi doesn’t back down, not with you. He gave in to you when you needed him to, but he never backed down when you playfully bickered, and definitely not when you argued. 

“Yoongi are you okay?” Your glare dulls, the concern for him easing your temper. 

“The cubs explained that we all see you as part of the pack right?” His head is still angled to the floor but his hooded eyes look up at you.

You nod slowly, his words sinking into you slowly since they came from nowhere.

“You don’t smell like us today, it’s put us on edge,” he lies. “Can I scent you kitten?”

He could hear your heart pound against your ribcage, trying so desperately to run to where it belonged, in his arms, in his hold. You were their mate, your body knew it, why didn’t you?

You hesitate. Every single repercussion and consequence ran through your mind telling you to say no, but you didn’t care, not until a certain wolf hybrid’s glare entered your head. Yoongi can see your eyes glisten with wherever your thoughts were going, the way they were imploring him to pull you out of whatever melancholic place they were taking you. 

“Come here,” he orders, sitting on his desk with his legs open for you to stand in between. He doesn’t miss the shift in your eyes as they dilate at the preposition, the way your breathing gets heavier. 

Seriously, does he want to kill you? He wants you to stand there, he didn’t do it like that yesterday. His stare compels you to walk forward, your grip still digging into the folder in your arms, but when did you ever need a shield against Min Yoongi? As soon as you’re close enough he grabs your hand, pulling you closer to him. He smirks as you try to avoid eye contact, shuffling where you stood. He takes that damned file away from you, throwing it somewhere on his desk.

You feel vulnerable without it, yet there was something exhilarating about the position you’re in. Your scent changes, a ghost of yesterday’s intensity, but the subtle smell was enough to get his panther preening. His arms wrap around you, his face buried into the juncture of your neck. He rubs his nose against your skin, his ears perking at the way your breath hitches.

You jump when there’s a knock on the door before it opens, the panther possessively not letting you budge as you panic. He scowls at the door, ready to tear into Namjoon if he was interrupting again, not giving a shit as to what their alpha thought anymore. 

“Hyung- Oh,” Hoseok’s mouth forms a perfect circle in shock, his eyebrows rising at the sight and audacity of the older CEO. He locks the door when he walks through, his features composing as he smirks at Yoongi. There was no need for anyone else, or their pack leader to walk in on this. 

Your little fight against Yoongi’s hold ceases when you realise your efforts are futile, your head dropping to his shoulder in defeat, and with the way your skin was burning, embarrassment. 

“Kitten, are you hiding from Hobi?” He sniggers, unable to resist teasing you. It was odd, having this moment with you all while knowing you were going to be with someone else tonight. Bittersweet didn’t seem like the right word, it was crueler than that. His tail wraps around your thigh at the thought of having to let you go, he didn’t want to. 

You didn’t realise how touchstarved you were until you felt his soft fur on your skin, melting into his hold a little more. Maybe you really did need this date if the only place you were getting an inkling of physical attention was your seven bosses, perhaps that was what caused this dilemma in the first place, maybe you were just confused about your feelings because you hadn’t had any romantic interests since you started working here. Maybe it was just a stupid crush and you were overthinking everything. As much as you tried to convince yourself, you knew you were lying. 

Hoseok’s arms wrapping around you from behind underneath Yoongi’s pulls you out of your sinking thoughts. He nuzzles his cheek against the top of your head, scenting you to soothe that sour flavour seeping from you. When your aroma settles back to its natural sweetness he’s satisfied with his work, resting his chin on the other side of your head on your shoulder. 

“Sunshine, why are you being shy?” he whispers into your ear like he’s sharing a secret, chuckling when you bury yourself further into the panther hybrid. There’s an amused breath of laughter from the CEO you were trying to cocoon yourself in, but his heart swells at the fact you were seeking comfort in him. 

“Hmmmm,” he pretends to pout, pressing his lips against the sliver of skin showing on the juncture of your shoulder and neck. “Should I leave sunshine?”

You shake your head against Yoongi, one of the hands that was gripping onto his shirt, coming away to hold onto the sleeve of the lion hybrid behind you before he had the chance to pull away. He smiles fondly at the action even if you weren’t coming out to play. He kisses the back of your head quickly, using your current state to his advantage. He feels you stiffen slightly before you relax again, your heart is hammering so hard he can feel it through your back. His eyes glance at Yoongi, a silent communication shared between them both, the same thought echoing through their minds. It might have been wrong, it might cross every boundary Namjoon told them to avoid, but they would scent you so intensely that if you were with a hybrid tonight they would suffocate on the stench. They would cover every available inch of you in their smell that every hybrid would know you were accounted for. They didn’t even want to think about what they would do if the stupid person you were seeing was human. 

Hobi rests his forehead against the back of your head, wishing he could just read your thoughts. Why were you doing this to them? His embrace tightens, his sunny disposition clouding. He didn’t think he could handle it, if you came into work smelling of someone else. Something sharp grips his chest, like a thousand thorns piercing into the flesh, trying to claw its way into his heart. He wants to beg you not to do this, but the words get caught in his throat. 

He closes his eyes, sniffing your hair subtly before it would become tainted by someone else, trying to lock it into his memory as if this was the last time he’d see you. He was usually so content in your presence, always eased and comforted by just your smile or laugh. But now he was fighting back tears, feeling like you had slipped out of reach even though you were here in his arms. He feels another hand on his other arm, recognising Yoongi’s touch. The lion hybrid was pouring out a damp essence with his sorrow, unbeknownst to you, but the older CEO could sense it. Maybe a part of you could too, your thumb starting to stroke his arm soothingly making him ache.

Why didn’t you want them the way they wanted you?  

—

Day one of not being able to see you and they were already a mess. Three Hybrids laid in Jungkook’s room, staring at the ceiling wondering where it all went wrong. The bunny hybrid took the bed, Taehyung was on the floor, the oldest maknae on the bean bag. They were in here all day, feeling lost without work, well not work, without you. They didn’t realise how much they looked forward to their day because of you until Namjoon took it away from them. 

“This week is going to be torture if all we do is contemplate our life choices,” Jungkook states blankly, his stare still on the ceiling. 

“It’s already torture,” Taehyung huffs, clutching onto the pillow he stole from the bed earlier. “Did you hear him last night tell Hyung he had plans for us when we got back.”

He shudders, his chin digging into the soft material in his hands for comfort. He may have been a tiger but their alpha could instil fear in anyone, regardless of rank or breed. 

“What plans?” Jimin asks, his head rising to look at his best friend on the floor. 

“He’s going to make us work on another floor,” Taehyung replies sadly, his whole face falling from despondency to complete heart break.

Jimin groans, pushing his hair back in frustration as his head hits the beanbag again.

“He can’t do that,” Jungkook says quietly, terrified at the prospect that the one thing that keeps him sane at that dreaded building was going to be kept away from him.

“He can,” Jimin spits before whining, “this is so unfair, he’s overreacting and he knows it.”

“I’ve never seen him so mad at us before,” Taehyung sniffs. 

Jimin sighs, not wanting to add to the melancholy infecting the tiger hybrid.

“Maybe he’ll come to his senses before we’re back at work,” he tries to sound hopeful, but it fools no one. 

“Even if he does, we still have a week of suspension,” Jungkook scoffs. “He won’t back down on that just to prove a point.”

They sit in silence, stuck in this purgatory without you. 

“Right!” Jimin sits up with a clap, looking at the other maknaes with an expression that could only be described as displeased. “We can sit here all week, or we can distract ourselves.”

“How?” Taehyung asks with a pout.

“Treat it like a holiday,” Jimin suggests. “Let’s go out before the hyungs come home.” 

Jungkook sighs, it wasn’t a bad idea, but it would have been better if you were part of the equation. 

“Where do we go?” he tries to give into the proposition but he wasn’t feeling it.

“I don’t want to get hit on,” Taehyung announces, the insinuation in his voice clear, that meant nothing too public, or anything too high end.

“We’ll clear out the VIP lounge at our club,” Jimin shrugs.

“Which one?” 

Their company owned a few but they were more personal entrepreneurial revenues, Hobi, Yoongi and Namjoon owned Cypher, a more underground clubbing scene. Hoseok owned another with Jin and Jungkook called Jamais Vu, while Jimin shared Dionysus with the panther and their alpha. 

“What difference is sitting in a club going to make when we can sit here?” Jungkook grumbles. “What's the point?”

“We have a week of hell Jungkookie,” Jimin stands, walking over to the bunny hybrid pushing him to get up. “Let's try to survive it.”

“I don’t want to go clubbing, I don’t feel like dancing,” Taehyung mopes.

“Aish you both are killing me,” Jimin complains, still trying to budge the maknae into moving. “What about your bar Tae?”

He contemplates it, eyes looking up as he thinks it through. Scenery was normally quiet, only bringing in the older generation since it was a jazz bar as unique as the tiger hybrid himself. The others didn’t think it would do as well as it had but some people wanted the gentle calm compared to the rioting lights and loud music. It was huge so even if it were a busy night it never felt like it. 

“Yeah Jungkook let’s go,” he agrees after deeming the suggestion acceptable.

The youngest groans, his arms covering his eyes in protest, pretending to sleep.

“Jungkook, do you really want to stay here and hear the hyung’s gloat about their day with Y/n?” Jimin sounds solemn, making the bunny peer at him. 

No, he didn’t want that at all. 

—

“Explain to me how this is different to staying home?” His nose twitches cutely, watching Taehyung’s regular patrons enjoying their evening, not missing the way most of them were couples. Jimin can’t help laughing at the pout and grumpy eyes the bunny was adorning, 

“This place has alcohol,” Jimin giggles, already on his third drink. 

“We have alcohol at home,” Jungkook mumbles back, leaning back in their booth near the back of the establishment while Jimin signalled to the bartender for a top up.

“So much for not dancing,” Jimin chuckles at the sight of the tiger hybrid dancing on his own, perfectly content surrounded by the couples, not a care in the world. He catches them watching, giving them both a shy smirk, teeth biting into his bottom lip as he grinned. 

“We should invite Flower here,” Taehyung says a little breathlessly as he slides into the booth next to Jimin, seemingly having had enough of the dancing. 

“You know hyung banished us from the office,” Jimin thought out loud, “he didn’t say anything about contacting Angel out of hours.”

Jungkook snorts at the logic.

“I think it was insinuated,” he rolls his eyes, the pair of them instigating an argument about the topic while Taehyung watches chuckling. 

“What hyung doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Jimin shrugs.

“How many times have you said that-”

But the tiger hybrid doesn’t hear the next words, his face turns blank as his senses tune into the sound of the door opening, the little bell ringing. He doesn’t understand why he can suddenly feel his heartbeat harder in anticipation, his sixth sense taking over control of his body. There’s a gust of wind, a gentle breeze he can feel through the open door, and with it a familiar scent.

“How many times do you drag us into trouble?” Jungkook was still squabbling with the arctic fox, the pair of them unaware of their friend’s wavering attention. 

“Taehyung tell this kit-”

They both turn to the tiger hybrid, taken back by his look of shock until they follow his line of sight. Their hearts stopped, taking all the life out of them in a single gasp. Was that really you or was it a mirage from their abstinence? Jimin and Jungkook are about to smile until they notice what Taehyung already had. You were sitting at the bar in front of them, seemingly alone until they saw the man you were with bring back two glasses. The smile you give him has them sobering.

Taehyung growls so deep that anyone would think he was in his tiger form, his eyes glow with a tint, penetrating that spot the bastard had his hand on your back. Jimin and Jungkook fare no better, a solemn fury burning through their sudden glares, and you must’ve felt the heat because you turn like they called your name, your gaze meeting theirs.

You turn away quickly, feeling like you got caught cheating which was absolutely ridiculous. You shouldn’t be feeling guilty, so why was it eating you alive? You tried to smile at your date as he leaned in to ask if you were okay.

Jimin scoffs at the sight, a humourless breath of laughter escaping as he shakes his head, who the hell did this idiot think he was? Why were you with him?

“Are they friends…?” Jungkook tries to keep the venom out of his voice, tries to dispute the idea you were out romantically with this asshole.

“If it was friendship they’d be out in a group,” Jimin comments. “Look at their body language, his especially, my little vixen is out on a date.”

The possessive lilt in his tone is intense, his glare burning your back. There’s a rumble from Taehyung’s chest at his words, the tiger’s tail whipping so hard you could hear it slice the air.

What the actual hell? Of all the places to see the CEOs, of all the nights, why this one? Why here? Your heart was thundering in nerves, you tried so hard to swallow but your throat had run dry, and your hands were shaking so bad you didn’t think you could pick up your glass.

“Hey, are you sure you’re okay?” Eric asks you for the second time, your date so far had been fine, but even though it had only really just started you were so ready for it to end. He seemed like a lovely guy, not too eager, a little bit goofy and funny in a way that wasn’t his whole personality. But the second you met him, you saw all the ways he wasn’t them, and you realised that wasn’t fair on him. 

You were trying, really truly trying to give this a chance, but those three intense stares you could feel on the back of your head reminded you of all the reasons why you didn’t want to. 

You didn’t need this. The whole point of tonight was to build boundaries and distances, how were you supposed to do that when they were here.

“This place is something else,” he says trying to make conversation, looking around at the decor and beige tones. You couldn’t tell if he liked it or not. “So why did you want to come here?”

“Umm, I don’t know,” you admit. “There’s just something about this place that seems familiar and comforting, you know?”

Oh the irony of your words. You needed familiarity and comfort around you when you were stepping out of your comfort zone, but the three hybrids behind you had destroyed that plan. 

Eric smiles at you in a way that lets you know he didn’t get it, it makes you laugh at the foolishness of your words. At least he laughed with you, the atmosphere only lightening a smidge. 

“For a place that you like, you haven’t touched your drink,” he notes, looking at both your pints, yours was full, his halfway through. Fuck it, you needed something to take the edge off. His jaw drops in surprise as you down the whole thing, the glass coming down empty onto the bartop. “It wasn’t a challenge.”

You catch the amusement in his eyes, rolling yours jokingly with a smile. You could do this, you could totally handle being out on a date with the three of seven of the loves of your life watching you. You hiccup, did you really just think that? You were meant to think ‘three of seven of your bosses watching you’, you didn’t mean what you thought before. Shit, maybe you drank that a bit too quickly. 

“Top up?” he asks, picking up your glass as he finishes his own, walking away to the busy barkeep when you nod. You didn’t want another drink, but you needed to breathe. For a second you forget something glaringly obvious, until three bodies join you where you’re sitting. You blink repeatedly at the stern expression of the arctic fox hybrid next to you, wondering if he were really there. The scene resembles something familiar to you, a mirror of how they would join you at your desk at work, but his eyes spell trouble in a way you don’t think you’re used to. 

“Did you miss us, my little vixen?” Jimin asks, his voice low, the smirk on his face dangerous.

“Huh?” You only gawp at the question, your mind drawing blanks and failing to comprehend his words at all with his body so close to yours. 

You hear a scoff on your otherside, turning to relieve yourself of the oldest maknae, only to meet the possessive anger in Jungkook’s gaze, Taehyung next to him, leaning on the bar, ignoring you. 

“She didn’t even notice we were gone,” Jungkook comments, his tongue pushing hard against his cheek in frustration, believing his own words. “One day with the hyungs and she forgets all about us.”

He sniffs the air, not missing the way your skin was drenched in Yoongi’s and Hobi’s scent. Well your date was definitely not a hybrid, any right minded one would sense the obvious courting markers and run a mile, especially when it was a couple of predators that had done the scenting.

“The hyungs obviously haven’t done a good job keeping you company angel,” Jimin says, glaring at the advancing human walking their way. He puts on his best fake smile, ready to lull his new prey into a false sense of security before he takes you away.

“Y/n?” Eric looks at the men that joined you, frowning in question.

“E-Eric, umm these are my bosses from work,” you try to keep your features calm, but nothing would hide the alarm in your eyes. There's a low growl next to you at your statement, Jimin’s disapproving stare berating you more than his words could.

“Oh,” he says nodding, trying to understand the situation because something didn’t feel right. “What a small world…”

Jungkook scoffs again, what an idiot? Why were you here with an idiot?

“I hope we aren’t interrupting,” Jimin continues, that faux innocence in his voice not matching the devilish smirk on his face. “But the more company the better right?”

Eric now realises what was wrong with the scene in front of him, you were here on a date with him, but with the way the hybrids were surrounding you, he was nowhere near you. He was on the outside looking in, like the three men were purposefully keeping him at a distance, away from you. He awkwardly places the pint as close to you as he could… or as close as they would allow. 

“Taehyung actually owns this bar,” Jimin gestures to the silent tiger before taking a sip of his drink. “What are the chances we’d run into you here?”

You can’t think of anything to say, your mouth kept opening and closing intermittently, you couldn’t meet anyone’s gaze, especially not your date’s. All the times you wished the ground would just swallow you up to escape, this was the hardest you prayed for it. Your hands fidget on the bar, fingers playing with each other, the uncomfortable air stifling. A large palm covers your own to quell the growing anxiety he could smell, your eyes pulled towards the culprit. Taehyung hadn’t said a word since they saw you, but his hand engulfed both of yours, unable to stand his mate in distress even if there was a volcano in the pit of his stomach ready to blow. He still doesn’t look at you, stoically staring ahead at nothing even with your eyes on him.

Eric’s frown turns comical at how intently he stares at your connected hands, adding numbers together but not yet reaching a conclusion despite how obvious the answer was. He tries to side step closer to you but the way the rabbit hybrid was standing behind you, curving his body to your right side, there was no way he could close the distance. 

“Y/n do you want to dance?” he asks instead, if he couldn’t come in, he would pull you out instead. Did your bosses not realise you were on a date? Should he make it obvious you were to avoid any awkwardness?

Their backs stiffen, the palm covering your hands tighten their hold almost in warning if not desperation to stop you. Jungkook grunts in anger, the sound falling deaf on the human’s ears but not yours.

Cat got your tongue Kitten, dammit why could you hear Yoongi’s smug voice in your head now of all times. Y/n say something, you beg yourself. You don’t miss the sound of two tails sweeping through the air in agitation, trying to work out why they were behaving like this, until it clicked. 

If they thought you were part of the pack, then it was only reasonable to assume they’d be protective over anyone approaching you. You’d seen it before amongst themselves, the way they’d act if someone tried to hit on one of them. That must be it. 

“You go ahead,” you finally say with a tightlipped smile. “I’ll be there in a second.”

Although confused, your date decides to do as he’s told. You could feel the tension in their shoulders relieve with each step he took away from you.

“Are you guys okay?” you ask, they weren’t at work today and now you’re sure their moods were bitter bordering on bursting, something must have happened. They look at you in disbelief, Jimin laughs humorlessly shaking his head at how oblivious you could really really be sometimes. What excuse did your human brain come up with now? He had to know. How did you see all the signs they were giving you and translate them into something so ridiculous?

“Are you on a date?” Jungkook asks venomously, eyes holding yours so piercingly you have to remind yourself he wasn’t a snake hybrid. 

“I-I am,” you try to sound confident. “Look, thank you for watching out for me, but Eric is fine.”

You try to smile, you really did, but you don’t know who you were trying to convince. 

How could you not hear their hearts shattering? Of course they knew, but until it was out of your mouth it wasn’t solidified, it couldn’t be true. There’s a small whimper expressed from the maknae that he couldn’t control. 

“And I should probably be getting back to it,” you sigh, standing up from the barstool, trying to ignore the way they were all holding onto you in some way. Jungkook’s hands ghosted over your arms, wanting to pull you back in your seat but he’s resisting the urge as much as it killed him. Taehyung’s hand lingers on yours for as long as he could before they’re gone. Even the back of Jimin’s forefinger was tracing your arm lightly as you stood, the anguish on all of their faces apparent. How could you be here with someone else when yesterday…

Yesterday you were in their arms, all afternoon. They scented you, they courted you, they looked after you. And you returned it all. How did that mean nothing to you? Were humans really that callous or so indifferent? Not you, they couldn’t believe you were that way, but the evidence staring at them as you started to walk away.

Taehyung can’t stand it, his teeth grinding hard as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you next to him, startling you with the sudden way your body jerked to his command. 

“Tae-”

The low ferocious rumble from his chest silences you. His eyes avoided you the whole time he came to stand beside you and now they burned into yours, an unforgiving fire making them glow. Taehyung sits on the barstool next to yours, spreading his legs as he places you between them. The position is familiar, you were in a similar one earlier with the panther hybrid, but the glint in his eyes has it feeling so different. Your breathing turns so heavy you’re almost panting, his face so close to yours, all your senses are engulfed in him. Your pulse was so fast you could convince them you were a little hummingbird hybrid about to get caught in the tiger’s teeth. 

“Taehyung,” you breathe, unable to look away from him, his grip was still like iron around your wrist, his tail wrapping around your middle. It was suddenly so hot, you felt like you were on fire, and all you wanted to do was smother his lips with yours.

You’re grateful for a second that he looks away, giving you a chance to catch your breath, and resist the pull of his stare. The feeling doesn’t last long as you realise his gaze has travelled down to your attire, the disapproving hum vibrating from his throat. You chose to wear this enchanting dress for someone that wasn’t them, you consciously went through your wardrobe and chose something so flattering for a man that you barely knew. His eyes snap back to yours, the flames reigniting in them with more lethal intensity. You gulp, just to soothe your drying throat. 

“Y/n?” 

Neither of you flinch at the sound of your concerned date, unable to comprehend the sight in front of him.

“Are you okay?” he says more urgently. “Hey I don’t think she wants you to hold-”

He makes the grievous mistake of trying to pry Taehyung’s grip away, the tiger turning his carnal fury on the stupid human. But before he can unleash his roar, you pull him back, fingers on his chin turning his face back to you. 

“Eric I’m really really sorry,” you apologise and meaning it. “I’m part of their pack, you’re a stranger so they’re not familiar with your scent.”

You turn to the human as you explain, as much as Taehyung would let you.

“It agitates them, because they don’t know your intentions,” you sound logical, convincing, of course you do, you believe the nonsense you’re spouting. 

Jimin said he wanted to hear the excuse you were making in that brain of yours, and here it was. If anything it aggravates them more, not just at your imperception but the fact all of this could have been avoided if Namjoon just let them confess.

“Does that make sense?” You ask, cringing at the awkwardness.  

“Yeah that does,” he sighs, glancing at the hybrids that look ready to pounce and tear him to shreds. “Don’t worry about it, we can reschedule for another time.”

You smile gratefully at him, thankful he wasn’t screaming insults at you and making you feel like shit. 

“Over my dead body,” Jungkook huffs under his breath, loud enough for you to hear.

“Thanks Eric,” you ignore the bunny’s outburst, “I’ll see you soon.”

At those words Taehyung’s tail wraps tighter around your waist, the movement not missed by the human.

With a wave he’s gone, and they finally feel like they can breathe. 

“You guys are seriously too much,” you sigh, skin still tingling from the sensation of the tiger hybrid’s touch. “He wasn’t going to kill me.”

Jimin can’t stop the higher pitched growl leaving his lips.

“You don’t know that,” he scoffs.

Their clouded heads were clearing, slowly realising the events of what just happened even though they just lived them. This was bad, their judgement was so dictated by their jealousy and possessiveness it was bordering on dangerous. 

“I think I need to go home,” you announce in a quiet voice, your own train of thoughts already taking you away from them.

“We’ll take you,” Jungkook offers, ready to rectify his mistakes.

“No I think you guys have done enough,” you frown at the floor, your harsh words hitting them with shame and heartache. 

Jungkook blinks back sudden tears, unable to handle your rejection, even if he deserved it. 

“Angel-”

“I really don’t want to hear it tonight, please,” your eyes close, fighting back your own watering eyes, swallowing down the hurt. 

How could they do this to you? How could they not realise how you felt and not let you take this way out of it? They didn’t want you, they didn’t love you back, they weren’t allowed to behave like this and confuse you. You pull Taehyung’s clutch away from your wrist with your other hand, his tail falling limply at the grief sinking his whole soul. 

You don’t say a word as you walk away, leaving three hybrids too stunned to speak. 

—

Did you understand the nightmares that haunted Namjoon at night? The images of you accusing them of heinous hideous things that in the moment he believes with his whole heart. That look of hatred on your face that burns into his brain. Every time he woke up the hurt lingered into the day.

It’s a stupid defence mechanism he knows, the way he’s been behaving recently. His wolf side is angry and pissed with his human parts and the hybrid is taking it out on everyone around him, even you, even if you both hadn’t spoken since the day before yesterday.

The worst part of it was, he was holding you at a distance, his usual cure for his downcast thoughts. You were the one to pull him out when he buried himself in his overthinking and his insecurities. You always dug him out, and this time you didn’t, and he wouldn’t let you close enough to. This time you left him under the weight of his own misery and walked away with another man. His jaw clenches unconsciously, his bite so tense his teeth would break under the force.

This just proved everything he had been saying was right. You didn’t want them. They were helplessly and hopelessly in love with you to the point where they recognised you as their mate, and you didn’t return the feeling. As much as Yoongi argued that you were human so therefore you were dense to their affection, Namjoon couldn’t agree. How could you not see it when they behaved the way they did with you, only you. When else had he found his employee in the arms of his packmate asleep? When else would he allow someone outside of his pack to get as close to him as you did?

And to top it all off, every member of his pack started courting you for real the day you smelled the way you did. They were oblivious to it, or denying it themselves, but something inside of them clicked that day, and Namjoon could see the consequences in their behaviour even if they couldn’t. Why didn’t they understand it was futile, they were going to get their hearts torn out because of a human girl. Before their affection and gestures were always poised as a question, an indirect way of asking if you were interested in them. But now the boundaries were gone, they recognised you as their mate completely whether you were or not, this was everything he was trying to prevent. It was one thing to think it, now their more animalistic sides would accept nothing less but your hand in theirs. 

His tormenting thoughts come to an abrupt stop as do his steps. He was walking past the empty meeting room, on his way back to the office when he heard it. He should walk away, but he can’t bring himself to. There was no way he should know that was you, but he did. His fingers close around the handle, his thoughts in overdrive, fighting with himself about what to do. 

His instincts take over when he hears the sob, opening the door in a flash to the sound, staring incredulously at the sight of your tear stained face. You struggle to stop crying, choking on your tears as you try to control them, turning away from him. Your hand covers your mouth as you whimper, unable to hold back now the floodgates opened. You hear the door slam shut thinking he had left until you hear the lock. 

“Babygirl-”

“Namjoon I-I’m fine,” you hold your tears back long enough to say it as firmly as you could, your face scrunching as the downpour continues. 

He can see your shoulders trembling, he can hear the pain in your voice. It killed him.

Someone hurt his mate, as much as he tried to stop the thought it echoed in his head loudly. His mate was hurt, his mate was crying. He was caught between wanting to tear someone’s throat apart for putting you in this state and the urge to comfort you in his arms. It physically pains him not to step towards you, to not give in to all the cells in his body that screamed at him to go to you.

He couldn’t be a hypocrite, he has repeated to the others so many times, you weren’t theirs. How many times did he preach not to cross the line? How many times did he break his own rules?

“Y/n, as your employer, as your friend,” he says as calmly as he can, “tell me what’s wrong.”

If there was ever a wrong button to press, Namjoon could find it. You let out an unbearable whine, drowning out your loud cries in both your hands. 

He takes a deep pained breath, his eyes closing as he fights so hard with himself, the wrinkles between his brows deep as caverns. He couldn’t, not after everything he said to the others, he couldn’t…

Fuck it.

His long strides close the distance quickly, his arms turning you to face him as he buries you into the safety of his chest. His arm traps you in his hold when you try to push him away, one hand in your hair trying to soothe you.

“Shhh babygirl it's fine,” his chin sits on the top of your head, his palm alternating between patting your head affectionately and stroking the strands. He’s never seen you like this, or heard just an anguished cry in his life. “I’m so sorry…”

He felt compelled to say it, hating himself for everything. 

He lets you bawl your eyes out against him, holding you firmly through every violent tremble that shakes your body. His tail wraps behind you like a second arm would in a hug, his ears twitching to every sound you make. You clutch onto his shirt like a lifeline, unable to tell him he and the others were the reason for your tears. 

It came out of nowhere, but repressed emotions have a way of finding an out. You barely made it to the empty meeting room before the tears started dropping, and you couldn’t stop. Everything that was happening between you and them overwhelmed you, you couldn’t take it anymore. You wanted to bang your fist against his chest and demand they understood what they were doing to you. You wanted to confess everything, let the dice fall wherever they had to, but you could barely breathe, how could you find your voice?

This needed to end before it destroyed you.

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flirt | pjm. (m)

➵ summary :  park jimin is a notorious flirt, but so are you. when you both meet at a party after weeks of back and forth, it’s a matter of time before somebody gives in

➵ pairing : jimin x reader

➵ genre :  college!au, sexual tension, smut, pwp

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 4k

➵ warnings : super suggestive flirting, alcohol consumption (both parties able to consent), swearing, light dom and sub themes, soft dom!jimin, brat!reader, little bit of brat-handling, dirty talk, praising but also degradation? it’s hot i promise, use of slut, slight body worshipping, mentions of oral, jimin is hot and yes that’s a warning in itself, breast play, unprotected sex, penetrative + rough sex, bit of angsty sex, creampie cause i seem to not like it any other way

➵ a/n : and my first jimin fic is here!! dear god i love this boy to the moon and back so i got a bit carried with him lmao, hopefully this isn’t terrible cause i still need to edit it but your support and feedback are always appreciated!! <3

2 hours.

2 hours since you first came to this party. You’ve bumped into at least a hundred people, danced your legs numb, God knew how many and what concoction of drinks were inebriating your system and still, you hadn’t seen Park Jimin the whole night. 

The only reason you even dragged yourself to this party was because of him. You were initially bailing on the annual ‘one-last-hurrah-before-midterms’ party because you, like everyone else here had midterms haunting them Monday. It was Friday night and as the ever diligent student, you were planning to study over the weekend.

Though your nagging best friend Hoseok had other plans, threatening you to come with every piece of dirt he had on you until he finally sprinkled Jimin’s name into the mix. You couldn’t lie, it was the only reason you decided to hell with your education, wiggled into a barely-there dress and waltzed in with Hoseok ready to take the night on.

But when you hadn’t seen Jimin at all, you were left annoyed, pissed off and with a headache raking your brain.

Seeing him was a selfish desire, one you’d develop after realizing you had met your match when you first encountered Jimin. You were always fairly notorious for your flirtatious habits and touchiness, a sort of trademark of yours and the same was always said about a ‘Park Jimin’ unknown to you, sometimes described to be an even bigger flirt.

It automatically intrigued you, curious of what kind of rival you secretly harbored until one day, you chanced upon Hoseok who just so happened to be with Jimin. 

At first, you didn't think Jimin could be a daring flirt. He had this sweet smile and disciplined way of speaking that screamed innocent to you, his mannerisms and demeanor shy and introverted. He didn’t make big moves and so you wrote him off as just that. 

But it wasn’t until you started seeing him outside your class’ building, alone, and multiple times after that, enough for you to realize he was anything but shy or innocent.

You ended up observing that a) he was sex on legs, b) easily flipped between the persona of an angel and a demon and c) anything he did could seem flirting. 

You two hit it off without a hitch, your flirtatious tendencies meeting to form a relationship of mutual interest. It was clear as day, both your actions almost always held some sort of unknown intentions behind them, your every saying a double meaning. 

It became the norm between you two, anytime you met turning into a conversation riddled with innuendos, suggestive lip-biting or eyes that couldn’t help but wander. And you weren't stupid, you could tell he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. You two were dangerous, testing the limits of either’s control, hoping someone would give in and only left disappointed when nobody did. 

So when Hoseok mentioned this party, and graciously added Park Jimin’s name to it, you knew this was your chance. A party with buzzing bodies, loud music and copious amounts of alcohol was bound to set him off, especially if you were dressed scandalously and felt bolder with liquid courage pumping through your system.  

But it’d been 2 hours, and you hadn’t seen him all night. You were taking another shot in the kitchen, sulking by yourself and reflecting on the fact that you’d been duped by Hoseok. This party became useless to you, a mere waste of your time as you quickly discarded your cup and began stomping out of the kitchen.

You ventured further into the house to look for Hoseok’s 5’10 ass, tell him he’s the worst best friend for lying to you and that you were leaving this disappointment of a party.

You stepped around people mindfully, dodging them until you rammed smack dab into someone’s back, scrambling for an apology before looking at the unaffected victim.

Park fucking Jimin.

“Y/N!” Jimin beamed, holding a drink in his hand as he smiled widely.

“Jimin, hey! I thought you didn’t come tonight.” You attempted biting back your smile from finally finding him, shouting over the bass of the music as you met him on the dance floor.

“I just ran late. You know me, of course I’d be here!” Jimin raised his drink to his plump lips and sipped, stepping side-to-side in rhythm with the music. 

You couldn’t make him out that well, the disco lights of whatever lights system the only means of seeing him in the dark, but you swear the smirky grin on his face as he scanned you over wasn’t just a figment of your imagination, ecstatic that you already seemed to be reeling him in. “Do you want a drink?”

“No, I already had-” You didn’t get to finish your sentence as someone’s raging body stumbled into yours suddenly, sending you off balance until Jimin reached out for you cautiously.

“Woah, easy there.” Jimin’s arms quickly held you, flashing a scolding look at the person who bumped into you and pulling you towards himself. “Are you here with someone tonight?”

“Yeah, Hoseok! I was looking for him.”

“Why’s that?”

“I.. wasn’t having fun, so I wanted to leave with him.” You swiftly masked the real truth, your voice becoming less of a shout as Jimin encased you, just a few centimeters between your bodies as you peered up at him, cheeks flushed with heat and alcohol.

“Leave with him? Damn, didn’t know you two were like that.” Jimin flashed you a suggestive look, raising his eyebrows.

“Shut up, you know we’re just best friends.” You both erupted into a fit of chuckles as you hit his chest, your hand smacking against his jacket and now that you were close, registered what a meal he looked like tonight; ripped black jeans, plain white t-shirt underneath a distressed jean jacket, all pulled together sexily by his tousled hair, small hoop earrings and a Chanel necklace decorating his neck.

Dear God, how many times you’ve ached to kiss that pretty, pretty neck.

You internally groaned, habitually drawing closer to him as you enjoyed the warmth of his body, nostrils filling with the familiar scent of his intoxicating cologne.

“So I hear you wanna have some fun.” Jimin perked up, eyes amused and hands smoothing over your sides slowly after faltering from your arms.

“Are you suggesting I’ll have fun with you?”

“Of course, gorgeous, but up to you how we do that.” Jimin stepped dangerously closer to you as his voice lowered, your face tucked into his chest as his body blocked other people from touching you.

Excitement shot to your center at his use of a pet name, a common occurrence during your exchanges though his choices of which always an added thrill. 

“And what if I just want to leave and eat at a diner instead?”

“Then I’d definitely take you, food and you? A win in my book.”

You cocked an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “Adding me to the mix suddenly makes it a win? I’m not the one on the menu, Park.” 

Jimin’s eyes seem to blow out, leaning down as his plushy lips ghosted your ear as he spoke, tone darkened, “We can change that, princess.”

A thrill shot throughout your body, hyper aware of his lips mere inches from your face as your heart began to race, turning towards him expectantly.

You began advancing slowly to decrease the gap between your mouths, feeling him inch forward in response, letting him hover just above your lips for a tease before you stopped, “I’d like to see you try, Park.”

Then you abruptly turned out of his hold and walked away, making it through a few people into a hallway, allowing yourself to breathe. You loved teasing Jimin, it was an incredibly entertaining pass time but dear God, did it knock the fucking wind out of you. 

You were mentally recuperating from the fact that he almost let you kiss him, distracted as you stepped away until someone suddenly snatched your arm and pinned you against the nearest wall. You were honestly shocked to see Jimin, surprised he actually took your bait and stayed on your trail to stop you. His dancing eyes held nothing but greed, evident even in the darkness of the party.

“You know just how to test people, don’t you?” Jimin warned as he narrowed his dangerous eyes at you, holding your hot-skinned wrists against the cool wall. 

“Of course I do, it makes things fun and last time I checked,”  You brought your face to his and left only an inch between you two, “that’s just what I want.”

Jimin visibly grew less tamed, glancing down towards your lips as he tried breathing controllably, “Careful what you wish for, princess. It might come true.” 

“And if that’s what I want?” You titled your head expectantly, licking your lips as you watched Jimin bite his own. He eyed you the whole time, making it a statement to drink you in every inch of you. 

You could smell the alcohol on him, assuming liquor was the only driving force behind his actions but then contemplated his level-headedness, his coherent speech and clear judgment in this moment.

Jimin was choosing to chase after you, choosing to not let you go after weeks of incessant back and fourth and you knew you were finally getting closer to exactly what you wanted. 

Park Jimin giving in. 

“You’re fucking hot.” Jimin commented, eyes eating you up hungrily.

“You’re hotter.” You grinned and leaned back against the wall, cleavage unintentionally popping out for him and Jimin’s look immediately shifted, bringing his body closer against yours.

“You look submissive as hell right now, is that what you like? To be dominated?”

“Only if you like to dominate.” 

Jimin could feel the reigns on his control snapping, biting down to contain his raw desire to fuck you. He’s been holding himself back, knowing you seemed willing on your end of the interactions but never wanting to take the leap in case it was all just an act. 

But as he watched you go along with his every comment, staring back at him with the same devious eyes and practically offering yourself to him in his hold, he knew you weren’t acting at all. 

“You talk a big game, but can you put your money where your mouth is?” Jimin leaned his hips against yours, ensuring you could feel his growing hardness. 

“My mouth can do a lot of fucking things, Park.” You jutted your hips into his.

Jimin shut his eyes frustratedly before he re-opened them, a downright obsidian colour taking them over.

“Go the fuck upstairs.” 

“Wh-”

“I said, go the fuck upstairs.” Jimin demanded, looking at you with conviction so searing you in fact did become submissive. 

“W-which room-” You didn’t complete your question as Jimin’s deft hands encased you and lifted you off the ground, bridal-style.

“Jimin-!” You exclaimed.

“Say another word and I’ll make sure you feel me in your throat.” 

You immediately swallowed your mouth shut as Jimin cluthed you to him, core alighting with desire as he carried you up the stairs. Jimin arrived at the second floor and rushed towards the first room with an ajar door, shutting it with your feet after entering.

He made towards the bed and practically threw you onto it, stepping away to lock the door before leaning against it, arms crossed and serious. 

“You sure you want this?” His voice came out considerate, no haste or pressure.

“Yes, Jimin.” 

“You’re completely sure?” 

You nodded incessantly. 

“I need your words, Y/N.”

“Yes.” You affirmed, unintentionally becoming submissive as you awaited him, and Jimin couldn't resist you, not any longer. He made towards your smaller figure on the bed and immediately crashed his lips onto yours, knee sinking into the mattress as he leaned over you, splaying you onto the bed.  

He held your wrists against the sheets, kissing you open as his plump lips worked tirelessly against your mouth. He continued to swallow you, opening up to catch all of you as he sank further downwards to feel your body arch into his.

His wet tongue glided over your lips and you welcomed him in lightspeed, letting his muscle entangle with yours hastily and you instantly loved the taste of him. 

Jimin’s kisses began deepening, exploring your mouth like he was dehydrated and your mouth was fresh water. His thigh began pressing against your core and you moaned into his mouth as Jimin disconnected from you, panting for air. 

“Don’t fucking do that.” He voiced frustratedly, his full lips swollen and pink as he tried to contain himself. 

“Do what?” 

“Fucking moan, it does shit to me.” 

“Sucks for you, I’m responsive as fuck.” You snipped as his sudden confession made you hot, squishing your thighs together. Jimin took notice and he flashed a look at your core. 

“Responsive, huh?” Jimin let go of your wrist, sliding his hand down your body before pressing his fingers to your heat through your dress. You instantly gasped, arching as you felt your walls clench around absolutely nothing. 

“J-Jimin.” you warned him weakly. 

“Mm?” Jimin paid no attention as he lowered himself to your neck and began kissing, tonguing, sucking at a spot that had you cowering and squirming underneath him. 

You groaned as your free hand tangled into his hair, hugging him to your neck as you basked in the glory of his plush lips devouring you. He was laving and nibbling at your skin, continuously kissing the area of your carotid all while rubbing his hand against your clothed cunt. Jimin began rutting his body against yours, the tip of his cock prodding you the more he moved.

“Fuck you, Jimin. This isn’t fair.” You moaned breathlessly

“As fair as it gets, princess. You wanted to see my try, yeah?” Jimin suddenly stopped his movements on your core and slid his hand up your bare thigh, only to shift your stained panties to the side and glide his fingers all over your bare pussy. You gasped Jimin’s name and tugged at his hair harshly, the alcohol hazing everything over with sensitivity and trying to sustain the sheer amount of pleasure he was rewarding you.

“N-nothing’s fair about this.”

Jimin smoothed the pads of his fingers over your slick core, eliciting your incessant gasps, “Fuck with my ego and I fuck with you, baby.” 

He was leaving purple marks all along your neck and chest, moving down to the valley of your breasts and you whined headily, hating that he had such an advantage in this position. 

You immediately grew bold enough to push him off by his chest, detaching him as Jimin looked at you confused. “Y/N, what the fu-” was all Jimin could get out before you stood up and gripped his cock through his pants, his breath immediately hitching. He looked at you with surprised eyes, growing weaker in your hold as you walked him back against a vanity in the room.

You had no clue who this room belonged to, but you could care less when you were minutes away from getting fucked by Park Jimin.

He let out breathy little moans as you palmed him, shutting his eyes in bliss as he turned harder by the second, leaning back against the counter. You planted your lips to his neck and mouthed fervently, making sure you embellished his skin with your desire for him. “F-fuck. Y/N, this isn’t fair.”

“Fuck with my ego and I fuck with you, baby.” You mocked him and began rubbing at his shaft, sucking hickies onto his pretty neck and licking over the areas your teeth grazed. Jimin continued groaning, hugging you close to him as he fisted his hands against your body, trying everything to cherish the pleasure he felt. 

The person he’s been desiring ever since he heard about you, his every nerve thrilled by your ability to counter him, match his energy of constant flirting and testing the waters, venturing further than him sometimes.

You were just so tempting and Jimin wanted every last bit of you. 

That sentiment increased when he felt your hands snake towards the belt of his jeans, unbuckling harshly with need so apparent he wanted nothing but to stuff your walls, now. 

“No, fuck off, getting inside you first.” Jimin denied your hands, capturing them in his hold.

You instantly whined, “But Jimin, want you to fuck my face.” You pouted into his neck, kissing along his collar bones as you rutted against him. 

“Fucking God, I’m destroying you for that.” Jimin wrapped you up in his arms and switched the positions, shoving you against the vanity, your ass on the edge of the counter as Jimin stood in between your spread out legs, lips meeting yours again. 

Jimin lifted the skirt of your dress up and over your backside, pooling around your waist as his hands slid over your fleshy thighs to the band of your panties. He pulled only to snap them back against your skin, the contact making you gasp.

“Why the fuck are you still wearing these?”

“And why the fuck are you still wearing clothes?” You chastised, hands greedily shoving his jacket off him even with your mouth attached to his.

Jimin didn’t allow the action to compromise your kiss either, practically ripping his jacket off and breathing hard against you as he threw it away. He then pulled his t-shirt over himself, revealing his toned, lean body underneath and only leaving his Chanel necklace hanging over his bare chest. You licked your lips at the sight of his smooth and pretty body, the outline of his abs like a work of art.

You reached out to touch him, his face and skin flushed with lust as he watched you. “You’re so hot, Jimin, so pretty.” You praised, eyes ogling him.

Jimin smirked proudly before speaking, “Your turn.”

He searched for the zipper of your dress and unzipped hastily, peeling away the top to reveal your naked breasts and now it was his turn to ogle at you.

“Fuck me, you’re prettier.” He huffed out, eyes blown out entirely.

“Probably not as pretty as your cock, let me suck.” You pouted playfully and pulled him closer to you with the back of your shins, hands greedily feeling up his bare chest.

“Only good girls get to suck my dick.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, you’re a fucking brat and a half.” Jimin started kneading your breasts, licking his lips as he watched you spread your legs wider for him and lean your head back out of pure bliss.

“I am not a brat, you just fucking take 10 years to get it on.” You snapped back, moaning in between at the way he groped your breasts, rolling the buds of your nipples with his fingertips.

“Sorry I was a fucking gentleman, didn’t know you were such a cock-hungry slut.” Jimin bit as he planted his thick lips to your perched nipple, eliciting curses from you as his tongue began swirling around, sucking teasingly.

“You just can’t fuck, isn’t it? All bark and no bite?”

Jimin scoffed darkly at that, sucking harder on your sensitive nipples before letting go with a pop. “I’ll fucking break you is why I kept holding off, you’ll regret this, princess.”

“Break me then, Jimin, please. Fuck me like you say you will, I need you.” Your arousal became unbearable as you grew hornier, rocking your hips against him for friction while he laved at either of your nipples.

“I will, baby. Get these off and I’ll fuck you so good.” Jimin tugged at your panties and you lifted your ass for him to discard them.

You unhooked Jimin’s belt and shoved into his pants, pulling his boxers and jeans down until you finally freed his leaking length, thick and throbbing to be treated.

What you always thought was right, his cock was pretty just like him. You graciously pumped him, spreading his pre-cum over the head as you watched him lean his head back, kissing under his jaw.

“So pretty, Jimin, just like you.”

Jimin stopped caring about any and everything and instantly grabbed one of your legs, spreading you wide open for him and situated himself before your entrance.

He brought a hand over yours pumping his member and moved you quicker against his hot flesh, looking down at the lewd scene and your pretty pussy aching for him.

“Look at you soaking, baby, so much prettier.” 

You moaned needily, the back of your shins urging Jimin closer to you again as you whined. “Jimin..”

“Raw?” he breathed impatiently. 

“Fuck yes, birth control.”

Jimin didn’t even take a millisecond before he was pushing against your hole, placing the hand that was pumping his member now against your pelvic bone, pressing down to feel himself sink inside of you.

You instantly careened, moaning out so loud that if there wasn’t music blaring in the house, everyone would know how stuffed Jimin made you feel.

“Fuck-Jimin! Stop doing that, it feels too fucking good..!” You nearly cried, the pressure of Jimin’s hand making you feel any and every ridge, vein and hardness of his thick cock, your walls drinking him in.

“Fuck you, this is what you get.” Jimin blurted as he buried himself to the hilt, groaning satisfyingly at your warm walls hugging him before plunging to make out with you.

Jimin began fucking you with conviction, determination to drive you insane for him as he spread you open. He thrusted fast and hard from the get-go, neglecting to set a pace knowing how much of a cock-loving brat you were. His thumb resting just above your clit dipped down to lightly play with your bud, tease it, all the while licking into your mouth and thrusting into you.

You gasped hard, so much that Jimin’s name was the only thing coherent within them and he swallowed all your sounds with his lips. Your body was on fire at the drag of his cock, shocked at how wet you were when he hadn’t even fingered or eaten you out, his cock doing all the work, leaving you only thinking of Park Jimin’s sheer power.

You wanted all of him so badly, wanted him to ruin you, destroy you like he said he would, fuck you open like he always insinuated he would.

“Jimin, please, harder! Fuck me like the brat I am, teach me a fucking lesson.”

“Princess likes it hard, huh? Want me to fuck this pussy up? Make it all mine?” Jimin’s words were so filthy they had you clutching onto him tightly, arousal gushing from you as Jimin impaled you harder, snapping into you.

His thumb continued its onslaught, your walls convulsing to his every stroke as you gripped his shoulders and kissed him, biting his plushy bottom lip as he fucked you harder.

“Mm, Jimin, fuck!” Your tits bounced as he pounded into you, taking his every thrust like a champ and he damn well shook the entire vanity, continuously drilling your hole as he gave no room for mercy. Your hands snaked into his hair and tugged, making him groan in approval and he only pushed you open wider in response.

“You pretty brat, look at you getting what you want. Fucked like the cock-loving princess you are.” Jimin breathed against your mouth, his skin slicking with sweat as he worked tirelessly against your opening, battering your pussy with an unforgiving speed.

“You would’ve gotten your dick sucked, but apparently-” you shuddered breathily, “I w-wasn’t a good girl.” You felt weak from his repeated onslaught, the bubbling pleasure in your gut keeping you going. 

“Yeah, so fucking behave and maybe I’ll let you choke on my dick.”

“Y-you stop playing games and maybe I’ll let you eat my pussy.”

Jimin only ticked his head to the side as he chuckled darkly, starting to propel his thick cock into your gut and raging at your clit so roughly, you gasped as you carved your pleasure into his skin. Jimin did the same as he bore his fingers into you, a hand squeezing your thigh harshly as he held your leg and your walls fluttered around him, moans growing higher in pitch.

“Jimin! I’m gonna-“ you didn’t even complete your sentence as your walls clamped around him, orgasm washing over you so quickly you barely realized it came. You clenched him like a vice and panted hard against his mouth, Jimin finally coming undone as well, spurts of cum painting your insides and filling you to the brim, certain he’d leak out of you for hours.

You felt stuffed, so full of him you were hazed over with post-orgasm bliss, mind unwinding from any trifling matter on Earth. Your forehead slacked against his shoulder as you both panted for air, sweating as Jimin held your weak body in his arms.

His cock remained shoved inside you, the throbbing letting up on both of you as your highs settled down.

“You..” Jimin swallowed dryly, breathing. “took me like a good girl. Maybe you can suck me off next time.”

“Next time?” You breathed labourly, turning your face towards his.

Jimin peered down at you resting against him, biting back a grin. “Of course, there’s always a next time with flirts like us.”

[personasintro]

sucker (m.) | pjm

❥𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; You wish you'd pay more attention to Jimin. Like, how his eyes kept changing color. How cold his skin was, too unrealistically to be natural. Or one second, he flashed you with his sharp canines and the next one he didn't have any. How much he craved for you, but not the way you thought he was.

❥𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut, angst, vampire au, horror au (?), vampire!jimin x human!reader, supernatural au

❥𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: explicit language, smut; slight biting, oral sex [man receiving], fingering, penetration, unprotected & rough sex, slight dom!jimin, death & mentions of death, blood, mentions of alcohol

❥𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 10.9k+ 

𝒂/𝒏: I got this story idea after halloween and this is the first time I've written a vampire au, so I really hope you'll like it, this is something new for me but was so much fun to write!! banner by @dee-ehn​ (thank you luv, you did an amazing job!!)

𝒎.𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕  | © 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐 (𝒏𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅)

Frat parties aren’t usually Jimin’s go-to place but considering the sudden circumstances, he had to agree and couldn't say no to his friend who had chosen the most overcrowded party. In other cases, Jimin would’ve chosen somewhere less crowded but enough to blend with his surroundings. Although, Taehyung deserves a few points for thinking this out considering today’s theme is Halloween. There’s no need to hide anything, especially their appearance that still doesn’t seem as weird as people dressed as pumpkin and other weird costumes. Just as a young male passes by, obviously dressed as Dracula while wearing a cheap cape, his friend snorts under his breath but Jimin can hear him perfectly.

“Horrendous,” Taehyung comments, scoffing at the guy that’s too preoccupied with a girl clinging to his side dressed as something both of them can’t recognize. “Let’s go, I’m hungry.” he grins, licking his bottom lip before they make their way into the huge house full of drunk people.

It’ll be hard to find someone sober or not drunk enough, Jimin thinks while his eyes scan the entire room.

“Jimin-ah,” Taehyung slaps his hands over Jimin’s shoulders while he clutches them but his friend barely reacts, already used to Taehyung's rough hands and strength. “Try to have fun.”

Jimin rolls his eyes, still looking around to map out the whole room almost as if he’s waiting for something to happen. He knows nothing will, none of these people are ready for tonight and are completely clueless. Sometimes, he wonders how it’d feel like to just let loose and drink alcohol like every other person here. Loud rap music boosts against the walls, barely good enough music to dance to, but it seems nobody cares about that and dance no matter how ridiculous they look. A group of young girls pass by them, one in particular eyeing Taehyung as she winks at him, giving him a hint that even she doesn’t know about.

“Well, that’s my cue,” Taehyung grins, slapping Jimin’s shoulder with enthusiasm from receiving attention even though he barely came in. “Two hours?” he asks, slowly backing away from Jimin’s figure who responds with a short but firm nod.

Sighing, with Taehyung no longer in sight, he forces his legs to move through the crowd which is just bunch of drunk college students. It’s hard to blend, especially if he’s the only one sober out of everyone. He walks through the house, not particularly knowing where he’s going since he has no idea where he is. This is his first time here — probably last too. They never come back, not even once. They always just move on and plan things together, with Taehyung. Somehow, his legs lead him to a kitchen, less preoccupied room with an exception since there are still some people sucking their mouths off. Jimin’s nose scrunches in a slight disgust at the smell of alcohol, knowing that it’s just the picky side of him.

Taehyung had been in charge of tonight’s plans, it makes sense this plan sucks. Jimin doesn’t like it here but it’ll have to do. His sharp eyes dance across the room, nose softly sniffling as a sweet scent fills it and then he sees something. Something that looks much more interesting than anything he could’ve seen here so far.

You.

In other scenarios, you’d probably spend your Friday night differently than in a frat house full of people you don’t know. That wouldn’t even be such a bad thing, if your friend didn’t bail on you because her ex wanted to talk. You’re not mad, you’re just annoyed that you’ve been standing here for the past fifteen minutes watching couples make out, while third guy tried flirt with you. May you add, completely wasted where you could smell the alcohol on their breath. That’s enough to make you not interested and disgusted at the same time. When another guy dressed like Joker tries to talk to you, you ignore him and tell him to fuck off. You’re not rude, not all the time. But it’s only natural of you to act this way, especially when you let them know you’re not interested and they still keep trying. It’s like it pushes them to be even more eager to try to win you over. Well, you’re not some trophy and drunk enough to do that.

The guy gives you an ugly frown, visibly displeased by your choice of words but luckily he leaves you alone and your heart slowly calms down. You don’t know what drunk men are capable of, but you get the idea. You need to be careful either way. Not drinking any drink from strangers and not provoke anyone who's drunk, even if it’s standing up for yourself. Those are the rules you need to keep reminding yourself, especially in this place where alcohol clouds most people's judgement and mind. 

Ah fuck, tonight is supposed to be fun.

“Playing hard to get?”

Your head whips at the soft voice, completely contrasting with the awful music and people’s chattering drunken nonsense. Mouth opening in a mere shock, you’re met with a guy you’ve never seen before which isn’t that weird since you barely know anyone here. But you’d surely remember him, if you ever met him. It’s safe to say, he’s probably the hottest guy you’ve ever seen and looked your way. His blond hair is parted in the middle, swiped back as this particular hairstyle shows his sharp jaw but soft features. One of the most eye catching features are those thick lips, looking juicy and soft, like two pillows and the most delicious desert. And you can’t fucking believe you’re gushing over some stranger but you’re surely not done yet. His eyes are sharp and there’s a weird glint in them, maybe it's because of the orangey–red shade they hold. Black leather jacket hugs his frame along with, what seems like a casual white shirt underneath, and a great fit black jeans. You wonder what kind of mask he’s wearing, but then he grins at you and shows you his white teeth. Two sharp fangs poke his bottom lip, making you almost jump in surprise but you sigh in relief.

He seems to know you were just checking him out, judging by the slight smirk he’s trying to hide while he makes his way over to you.

“Just not interested.” you reply, deciding it’s better to find your own voice rather than to gawk at this sex god.

“I don’t blame you,” he speaks, your eyes flickering to his. There’s something that makes your heart skip a beat, maybe it’s his alluring eyes that seems to know everything. As if he could tell you’re mentally screaming at his hotness. “Young guys can be... very persistent and act upon their hormones.”

You snort, placing a hand over your mouth as you start giggling at his choice of words. “You can say it. They’re just horny and looking for sex.”

He smiles, tracing a tongue over his lower lip as his steps come to a halt just a few inches before you. He looks even more heartbreaking from up close. The lightning is shitty but there’s not an inch of flaw on his soft glass skin, he looks slightly more on the pale side, but that has to be the make up. At least he hadn’t overdid it like you’ve seen some other guys. And those eyes... what kind of lenses are they?

“You’re right, they can be like that.” he agrees, still sporting that secretive smirk adorning both his eyes and lips.

You snicker, causing his brow to raise in a mere confusion. “So, what? You’re not one of them?”

There’s no way such a handsome guy wouldn’t use his charms to get the best out of it. He said it himself, young guys are horny just like most girls. It’s not like you judge him for it, he can do whatever he wants as long as he’s respectful to others and doesn’t cross any boundaries.

“I’m certainly not,” he says, voice lacking of that sweet yet mysterious tone he used before. There’s something that flickers behind his eyes but it’s gone before you can dwell what it really was. “I didn’t come here to have sex.”

You’re surprised by his bluntness, not expecting him being so blunt all of a sudden, especially about that sex part since he basically ran his way around the topic of guys being horny and wanting to have sex. But you like it, even though you can’t bring yourself to grin like you want to, not when he’s staring at you with gaze darkening.

“Why did you come here for then?” you ask quietly, eyes searching for any kind of emotion or something that could give you a better glimpse inside of his mind.

There’s something about him. He’s mysterious, hiding something and you’re sure it’s just a part of his personality. Either way, it makes him even hotter and you’d drop onto your knees for this man. But there’s your dignity in the way and somehow, you’re glad about that. You’re not one to have a meaningless one night stand. Not that he’d probably want or care to have one with you.

It’s getting awkward, the silence between you two as he complements about his answer causing you to play with the hem of your stupid dress that aren’t even yours. But then something clicks inside of him and he smiles.

“To have fun.”

“Good luck with that.” you murmur, sarcasm lacing in your tone because you can’t believe Yeri just went after her ex leaving you ‘socializing’ (as she called it) with total strangers. Drunk strangers.

You don’t expect the hot stranger to hear you, your voice muffled by the loud music mainly, but he does when a deep chuckle erupts past his lips.

“Why’s that?”

“If you didn’t come here to have sex or get drunk, I don’t think you’ll have fun. Look at everyone.” you chuckle, arms motioning around you to prove your point.

He doesn’t, his eyes stay solely on you but you’re too busy being sarcastic and still bitter about this party to properly register that.

Jimin isn’t stupid. He knows how these parties work. Where’s alcohol, there’s a big urge to have sex and it proves to be right when everyone’s kissing or dancing which mainly leads to the sex itself.

“I take it you’re not here willingly.” he speaks up, eyes dropping towards your mouth where a fake blood is smeared in the corner of your lips.

It’s supposed to add a little bit of horror detail to your look, but you’re far from that.

“Debatable. My friend had decided to invite me at the last minute and now she ditched me because of her ex. Honestly, the guy is a total prick, I don’t know why she keeps running after him.” you explain, scoffing as you cross your arms over your chest.

Jimin reacts with a low chuckle, slowly licking his bottom lip before he takes a deep breath. It’s interesting to watch him, there’s something about him that you can’t quite put your finger on.

You wouldn’t tell Yeri’s business to just some stranger, or anyone, but maybe it’s those two shots of soju that let your mouth on the loose. He doesn’t know her anyway and you’re too annoyed to care, even though you do feel a pang of guilt.

“What are you doing here? Besides, to have fun here. Did you come here alone?”

Great, Y/N. Now you sound noisy making it sound like you’re asking if he has a girlfriend. Did you come here alone is a totally straightforward question, a very bad pickup line usually guys use. You’ve no idea why you just asked that. However, Jimin doesn’t seem to mind and even though, his lips quirk in a sly smirk and you act like you haven’t noticed, he shakes his head to give you an answer.

“My friend was particularly interested in this party.”

He doesn’t lie, it’s true. Taehyung did persuade Jimin to come to this one.

“Oh, so you were dragged into this like me,” you chuckle.

He isn’t, but he stays quiet.

“I wish she’d tell me sooner than four hours before the party had started. I wasn’t prepared, I didn’t even get to shop for my Halloween look and ended up with Yeri’s costume from last year. God knows what these dresses have been through.”

The incredibly handsome stranger laughs, like truly laughs and it’s the most beautiful sound ever. It makes you grin without even noticing.

“I do think you make a perfect mixture of spooky and ravishing nurse.”

Yeah, Yeri’s costume last year was a nurse but you put your own thought into it and put some fake blood in the corner of your lips and the top of your cheekbone. There’s some of it on your collarbone and arm just to make it more ‘scary’ but it’s just a huge fail. The dress is short, luckily not dangerously short for you to feel uncomfortable in them. You’re not even sure if this is a Halloween costume. Yeri looks like the type of girl to like foreplay, maybe she used it with her ex. Oh fuck, you can’t think about that.

His compliment completely blows all your thoughts out, your heart picking a pace as for the first time, your facade slowly falls down and you blush. Did he just called you hot?

“Thanks,” you grin, “Although, I think this costume is shitty it’s still better than being dressed as Harley.”

“Harley?” he asks, cocking his head to the side.

You stare at him, watching his confused gaze before something flickers in his eyes and he just stares at you.

Well, not everyone had seen Suicide Squad.

“From the movie? Suicide Squad? Harley and Joker? They’re this lunatic couple and everyone’s been wearing their costumes for the past... three years, is it? I don’t even know but it’s so cliché. I think I saw four Jokers on my way to the bathroom. Don’t get me started on Harley.” you roll your eyes, leaning yourself against the kitchen counter that’s behind you.

The two of you just stand in silence for a couple of seconds, and you almost think it’s awkward even though there’s not an awkward atmosphere and you’re just standing in a comfortable silence.

“So, vampire, huh?” you fill the silence after a moment, catching his attention as he watches you with a serious look. “Not to be an asshole, but that’s an overused costume as well.” you add, wondering if you’re getting too comfortable with this stranger.

But he’s probably the most normal and sober guy you stumbled upon, even if he’s the one who approached you. There’s something odd about him, but that’s just because he’s not like one of those drunk assholes trying to get you into one of the rooms upstairs. He’s not rude, disrespectful and drunk and that’s all that matters for you to feel comfortable talking to him.

His features relax and he lets out a breathy chuckle, showing his fangs. “Their costumes don’t do the justice.” he comments, eyes watching one of the guy passing by who’s got vampire costume which makes you snort. 

Overused, like you said.

“They do look cheap,” you comment, giggling. “Isn’t it uncomfortable to talk with those?”

He looks at you with confusion, mouth opening in realization when you point at your teeth to explain.

“No.”

It comes out short, surprisingly deep and serious and for a moment, it looks like he wants to say something else but decides not to when he closes his mouth.

“You look believeable, though.”

“I do, don’t I?” he chuckles, and your body relaxes when all the seriousness is gone.

“Your skin is pale, not covered in that awful white color and your eyes... wow, those lenses look beautiful. It must’ve been an expensive costume.” you tell him, head leaning towards him as you study his eyes.

They’re almost deep red. Weren’t they more orange before? The lightening is shitty and honestly, you’re too busy inspecting the beauty and uniqueness of his eyes.

He looks stunned, and it looks like he stopped breathing for a moment when you lean closer to him to study his eyes and face. He closes his mouth, not letting you see the fangs hiding underneath those plump lips and even though they’re slightly poking, you can’t see much. He’s dressed normally, not wearing some awful costume. He’s done the minimum with his costume but he can easily win as the vampire of this party. It’s not too much, decent enough to make people stop and praise his costume if they had the chance to be face to face with him.

“I’m Jimin.” he decides to say instead, not even showing his gratitude from your compliment but you ignore it.

It was more of a loud thought anyway. You’re distracted again, this time by his name.

Jimin.

Fuck, even his name is beautiful.

“Y/N,” you tell him, giving him a smile which you hide by taking a sip of your drink.

He watches you, eyes scanning your lips before they move down to your throat as you gulp. You’re too focused watching people dance to notice the way he licks his lips and gulps.

“So, are you studying here?”

His eyes shoot up, your voice catching his attention once again before he thinks through your question. It’s weird how long he’s taking to actually answer, it’s quite simple question that's got a simple answer.

“No,”

That’s it? Just no?

He must’ve noticed the faint frown that settles on your face before he gives you a little quirk of his lips, those plump lips stretching to a handsome smile that once again gets all your attention.

“Are you?”

“Huh?” you blurt out, embarrassed how quick that flew out of your mouth.

You’re even more embarrassed, your cheeks slowly tinting into a red color when he chuckles lowly under his breath, completely aware of your lack of attention because all of it was focused on his goddamn smirk.

“Are you studying here?” he asks, not hiding that amused smirk that slowly settles into a soft smile that encourages you to answer.

“Yeah,” you smile, “psychology.”

“Are you a future psychologist?” he asks, a glint of teasing in his tone but there’s a curiosity lacing on his soft pale features.

How did he guess that?

“Maybe?” you chuckle, poking your inner cheek with a tongue. “I thought that’s what I want to be in the future, growing up it used to be my dream.” you tell him honestly.

You’ve no idea why you’re so honest and talkative with a complete stranger. Even though you haven’t exposed anything too personal about yourself, it feels very simple to talk to Jimin. He holds this calm aura around him that makes you want to tell him your deepest secrets without you feeling guilty about it the next morning.

“Used to? It’s not anymore?” he asks, cocking his head innocently but you know he’s not stupid and knows what your words meant very well.

For some reason, it seems like he really wants to talk to you and urges you to talk more. He seems interested in you. Not seeing you as a snack and walking vagina, but maybe just someone he wants to talk with because he’s been dragged into this party just like you have. That’s one thing you’ve in common.

“Do you really wanna hear my heartbreaking life story?” you tease him, chuckling when the corner of his lips quirk up once again as he gives you a final nod.

“I’m quite intrigued.” he simply says, your heart skipping a beat for some reason and almost as if he could hear it, he lifts his eyebrow in a provocative and cocky manner.

“Will you tell me yours?” you ask in return, cocking your brow at him which makes him smile.

“Depends on how interesting yours will be.” he says, your lips set into a straight line before you purse them and give him a long sigh.

“It’s nothing drastic. I just feel like it’s not what I wanna do anymore, the worst thing of it all is that I’ve no idea what I wanna do in the first place. But it’d be a good job for me, something I need. It pays well and maybe, it’ll be more fun than I think it is right now. All I can think about is my dad and just the fact that I need to keep going. Life sucks, right?” you chuckle, trying to ease the sudden serious and saddened tone you had.

Jimin is not a person who gets bluffed easily but he acts like he hadn’t noticed anything.

“Your dad?” he asks, slowly watching your reaction as if he’s waiting for you to tell him some drastic news about your father.

“It’s just me and my dad. He’s got a huge loan for the next couple of years and I’m trying to help him, but the part-time jobs just aren’t enough. When I finish college, I’ll be able to find a better job and help him with that. He deserves it and that’s what keeps me going, y’know? I need to pay him back for taking care of me. But it’s okay, I just can’t wait until there’s no loan over our heads. I came to the conclusion that life can be happy and fun, even if there are things that suck.” you explain, noticing how interested he seems to be with your words, sinking all of the information you just gave him.

Despite how sad you seemed to be talking about your family, Jimin notices that you’re staying positive no matter what exactly happened in your life and what you haven’t told him. And that you’ve a goal, purpose you want to fill and probably a bigger heart that you're letting show to others. Maybe he’s wrong, it doesn’t have to be this way. He doesn’t know you. But it’s not right to think that it’s only you. Every person in this house, or even in the entire world, has something they want to accomplish. Dreams, goals and all of that. Maybe some of them don’t know it yet, they’re lost but that’s what life is for. To let them figure it out. 

“That’s very nice of you.” he says, surprising you how serious and soft he sounds at the same time.

“But what about you? What is your life story?” you ask, wanting to change the topic because your life being discussed when you’ve had a few shots isn’t a good idea. Few more and you’d be probably bawling your eyes out just because you get emotional easily, especially if alcohol is involved.

“It doesn’t matter,” he chuckles, “It’s not interesting anyway.”

You don’t hide the disappointment that settles on your face, causing your lips to pout which makes him scrunch his nose cutely. What a shame, you really wanted to get to know him more. It’s like he’s putting distance between you two, keeping a safe distance but still wanting to be in your presence. He’s confusing you.

“But I told you mine.” you pout, mumbling under your breath like a child that just lost a game.

It’s comical, how you’re dressed in a sexy nurse costume and pouting just because you’re dissapointed. For the first time since being here, he feels unsure and actually stops for a second as you see his eyes dance between yours.

“My parents are dead. And I wish I could’ve made them proud like you’re making your dad.” he says, completely serious as you gape at him with an open mouth.

Is he serious? You don’t know him, his reactions are mysterious and despite him talking about his dead parents, he looks too serious and doesn’t show any sadness.

“I-I’m s--“

“Don’t,” he stops you, voice rough as he coughs and tries to mask his all of a sudden unfriendly tone.

It makes you speechless and actually bad for pressuring him into telling you more. Although, you’re not sure if that can be called pressuring.

“It’s been a long time since they’re not here. I’ve had time to process it.” he explains, hand brushing through his golden locks while you watch them bounce right back into its place.

You don’t ask how long they’re dead, or anything about them because it’s not your place to be curious about that. If you knew sooner about them not being alive, you wouldn’t even show him how disappointed you were of not hearing his shortened version of life story.

All you can give him is a slight nod, awkwardly glancing at your heels that, of course are borrowed from Yeri. Remembering that there's still almost a full bottle of soju that you snatched for yourself behind you, you turn around and pour yourself a shot as you glance at Jimin. He's staring at you, attentively paying attention to your face, as you give him a crooked smile.

“You want some?” 

“No.” he answers, causing you to shrug as you drink the shot in one go, weirded out by the expression he gives you. It almost looks like he's glaring at you for drinking and it makes you give him a dumbfounded look.

“Aren't you thirsty?” you ask, his jaw clenching before he allows himself to relax and a low chuckle comes out of his mouth. 

“You've no idea,” he grins, taking a step closer to you as he hovers over you, cornering you while your lower back digs into the kitchen counter. 

Your eyes are big, staring at him in a complete shock by his sudden move but you can't move away. Your whole body is frozen, staring into his red eyes that stare right back into yours as if he's looking for something in them. His own hands lean against the kitchen counter right beside your waist, almost touching you while your heart trembles with excitement. And then when you think it can't get worse, he actually leans his face closer to yours as he takes a sniff of you. He hums at your scent, your cheeks flaring both in embarrassment and praise, mentally clapping yourself on the shoulder for choosing that expensive Yves Saint Laurent perfume you got from Yeri last Christmas. You've always saved it for special occasions, and even though you don't think of this party as anything special, you're glad you've listened to your own guts and used it. Let's just ignore the fact that you used it because you were counting on sweating, knowing the strong perfume will make you smell amazing either way. 

He pulls slightly back, your noses almost touching as you can smell his own cologne, mixed with something that smells like mint. You don't even blink, not allowing yourself to budge as he gives you a tiny smirk. 

“I'm particularly thirsty for something else.” he tells you silently, his voice getting a few octaves deeper but yet sounding calm and soft.

Your breath gets caught in your throat, the huge lump there almost uncomfortable, as you stare at him with still the same shock. Gulping, you blink a few times as you wonder what the hell just happened. 

You should be mad because after all, he lied to you. He told you he's not here for sex, yet he implied something erotic and suggestive with a simple sentence that rolled off his tongue so easily and elegantly, but that's not the worst part. The worst part – that you're not proud of – is that you like it and you can feel yourself pressing your thighs together. This had never happened before. No guy could made your body hot without even touching you, and you wouldn't be so thirsty too for someone you only know by their first name. 

“I thought you didn't come here for sex.” you manage to speak up, successfully without stuttering or sounding too nervous, although confusion and the slightest tremble in your voice is audible even to you. 

“I didn't,” he confirms, nodding but not moving an inch from you. Without taking your eyes off him, you slowly blink as you watch him lick his lips. “But you look irresistible to my eyes.” he says simply, slowly reaching for the strand of your hair as he twirls it around his index finger. 

He's not touching you fully, and unfortunately you can't quite feel his touch through your hair because even now, he delicately touches your hair like you're a fragile doll that may break.

“Then, why don't you do something?” you surprise yourself, not believing something like that just left your mouth. You would never say something like this to a stranger, no matter how handsome and freaking hot he is. But this is Jimin, it seems like everything is different with him. 

And he laughs. He actually laughs like you've just told him a funny joke, and all you can do is stare at him like he just lost his mind. Is he just playing with you? Was he testing you? Before your crazy thoughts and theories could swarm your already confused mind, something else catches your attention that makes a prominent frown adorn your features. This doesn't get unnoticed by Jimin, his laughter dying down as he realizes where your eyes and attention are focused onto. 

There are no longer any fangs poking out of his mouth, and you watch something flicker behind those red orbs that seem to glow in the gloomy lightning.

“What do you want me to do?” he asks, ignoring your look of confusion and curiosity that still lingers in your eyes that don't look away from his mouth just yet. 

“Where are your--”

“Took them off,” he cuts you off, letting go of your hair. “Now, be a good girl and answer my question.” he hums, inching closer to you as you hold your breath. 

“What do you want to do?” you ask instead, getting a breathy chuckle from him. You're not sure whether it's because of your question or because you purposely avoided answering his. 

“You wouldn't wanna know,” he chuckles, eyes dropping down to your lips that are already nibbling on your bottom lip. “It'll bleed if you keep bitting on it.” he comments, licking his own. 

“What, are you scared of blood?” you joke, releasing your mouth that seemed to get his attention, before the mention of blood causes him to snap those red eyes to yours. 

“Not in the slightest,” he smirks, for whatever reason but it shoots butterflies straight to your stomach. “Are you?” he cocks his head to the side, reminding you of a snake that eyes its prey. Or some predator that has some fun with its prey before they kill it. 

Fuck, you shouldn't have watched that horror movie Yeri suggested yesterday. 

“Of what? Blood or you?” you find the courage to ask, raising a brow at him as you eye his from up and down. 

He smirks, cocking his brow at you. “You tell me. Are you scared of me?”

Maybe you should be. No one has ever approached you, talked to you or given you this kind of attention before. This is a completely new territory that you're tiptoeing around, and it does give you some kind of thrill. Maybe it's because your life is boring and Jimin summons a new temptation that you've never felt before. There could be hundreds of reasons why you feel this way or what you should feel instead, but you can't bother yourself to think about it any longer. Because instead of feeling any fear towards the new stranger that has angelic features and voice, and with some kind of darkness that he's hiding, you feel yourself getting more interested and temped. In this case, he's like a forbidden fruit for you. 

“No,” you reply confidently, head held high as you grin. “Should I be?” 

This constant teasing and the lack of touch just sets a flame of temptation inside you that slowly drives you insane. 

“Maybe,” he says, tips of his fingers reaching for your dress as he plays with the hem of it, fingers dancing dangerously at the top of your breasts. “You're the one who's gripping the kitchen counter for your dear life.” he teases, your eyes shooting to your hands that in fact, are gripping the corner so tightly that they turn white. 

Embarrassingly, you let it go as you cross your hands over the chest to make yourself appear more confident, trying to mask the way your heart thumps loudly against your chest.

“That doesn't mean I'm scared.” you tell him, indirectly suggesting that there may be another reason why you appear to be so tense. 

Judging by the tiny and already known smirk that slowly stretches across those beautiful and thick lips, Jimin confirms that he knew way before you even said it out loud. No matter how many times you seem to outrun him, he's always two steps ahead of you, having a prepared answer. 

“What it could mean, then?” he asks lowly, feigning an incomprehensibility that this time – you see and are prepared for.

“Many things.” you gulp, breath hitching when the tip of his finger slightly touches your skin. It's short-lived and almost unrecognizable, but it still makes you shiver over the fact he's so close touching the top of your breasts. 

In other scenarios, you wouldn't let anyone this near to you, nor someone almost touching your breasts that are covered in a costume dress.

“Care to share, my love?”

The new petname shoots excitement straight to your body, your cheeks flaring pink as you look away from him for a moment. You know he's aware of your reaction and how that little petname affected you, but you remain confident as you stare right back at him. 

“I think you get the idea.”

In no way in hell, you'd ever tell him how much you wish to be fucked by him. Those sinful thoughts have to stay in your head, and even if you're not saying them loud like he wants you to, you know he's smart enough to get the idea. 

“Tell me.” he presses, fingers playing with the top buttons of your costume that you can't unfortunately feel that much, except the tiny pressure he puts on them by playing with it. 

“Jimin...” you whine, causing him to grin cheekily at you. For a moment, it looks like he lost that dark and mysterious aura. “Why won't you kiss me?”

You're done playing this game, your patience is slowly dying as you wish to feel his lips against yours. Even just for a second.

“Because you never asked me to,” he answers simply, surprising you by his diplomatic answer that sounds nothing but truthful. 

“If I ask you to,” Oh fuck, this is embarrassing. He's doing this purposely, he wants you to make the first move. You feel like his goal is to make you desperate for him, which he didn't have to do for long. You don't get it. 

“Will you kiss me?” you ask quietly, eyes searching his once again. 

“Mhm,” he confirms. “If that's what you want.” 

First of all, you're surprised that he's more interested in your own interest and consent, instead to taking the first chance of your attention and weakness for himself. And there's a chance that you were wrong. Maybe he hadn't been doing this to push you to make the first move, or to enjoy how you're squirming underneath his hovering figure. All he wanted this whole time has been your consent. Second of all, it makes him fucking attractive for doing so and no matter what the real reason is, you're willing to risk it all for this man. 

“Jimin,” you tell him, voice strained and raspy. “Kiss me.”

For all you know, he could be playing with you this whole time and he doesn't have to be interested in you. Again, Jimin proves you that you're wrong and manages to surprise you all over again when in seconds, he pulls you closer to him and presses your lips together. Jimin seeks your lips hungrily, surprising you how rough and fast he is as if he was controlling himself this whole time. His hand is holding your head from the back for support, while the other one grabs your hip and squeezes it. Gasping, you shiver at the feeling of his tongue dancing across your bottom lip before he envelopes your mouth again. Your tongues move together, your own hands gripping his biceps that are hidden beneath his leather jacket. Jimin has a boosted energy, barely allowing you to breathe between the hungered kisses he's showering you with, and when you start desperately trying to catch your breath, you're forced to press against his chest firmly. It's hard, much harder than you've imagined and it takes an extra strength to actually make him budge, which primarily is the soft whimper that you let out against his mouth. He moves away, almost jumping away from you as he stares at you all frozen. 

He watches your chest move quickly, trying to catch the oxygen that your lungs are craving for. You put your own hand over your chest, chuckling when you feel your heart beating fast and hard. 

A group of drunk people stumble inside the kitchen, catching your attention as they laugh loudly, unable to walk properly as they're reaching for other bottles that are placed on the kitchen island. You weren't here alone this whole time, there are still a couple of people making out or talking, probably searching for somewhere more peaceful than the living room where the most people are. Considering this fact that someone might've seen you sucking off each other's faces, it doesn't bother you and it's probably mainly the fact they probably hadn't even noticed. 

The sudden drop of soju bottle that breaks instantly and stains the floor snaps you out of your thoughts, your gaze shifting to the drunk girl who starts giggling over the fact she's too drunk and clumsy to the point she just dropped a bottle. Now, there's soju smell lingering in the air and staining the floor with shards of glass laying there.

Turning to Jimin, you catch the sudden scrunch of his nose at the smell of alcohol which makes you giggle, even though you find it not so pleasing either. Taking a few steps towards him, you grab him by his wrist and drag him deeper into the house. Surprisingly, he allows you to drag him as he stares at the back of your head until you stop and push the door open. You're quick to turn the lock, making sure there's no one disturbing you as he finally notices where you brought him. The bathroom is decorated in deep blue, the same gloomy lightning that comes from the round mirror and creates a much more dark and intimate atmosphere. Standing in the safe distance, he watches you turn around to him and lean against the small counter where the sink is. 

His eyes turn dark, the red color almost unrecognizable as he keeps staring at you without making any move. Throwing out your insecurity, because this in fact is your first bold move that you've made on someone, you don't let it disturb you from your plan. Your palms sprawled against the bathroom counter, ass digging into the edge of it, you straighten yourself and cross your exposed legs. 

“Are you gonna just stand there and stare at me?” you ask, one hand flicking your hair over your shoulder which catches most of Jimin's attention and his eyes get big. The exposure of your nakedness, the vein that pokes beneath your beautiful and warm skin makes him react instantly. 

You yelp when he's suddenly in front of you, using the lack of your attention and the second of you closing your eyes to blink, he's gripping your face before he attacks your lips with his own, kissing you hungrily that he did the first time. Only this time, you're ready for the strength and intensity of his kisses, awaiting for his tongue that darts out into your mouth. You grip his jacket, trying to take it off but it's impossible with him holding you so close. Tugging onto the leather material, he gets your message and strips it off, tossing it carelessly onto the dirty floor. Your palms spread over his chest, feeling his hardened muscles that are surprisingly too hard. In an instant, you're turned around, hands gripping the sink as you feel Jimin's hands on your thighs, slowly disappearing underneath the skirt of your dress. You shiver, his hands cold against your heated skin as you look back at him as much as your current position allows you to.

Unfortunately, you get only a brief glance at Jimin who turns you around rather aggressively. From this position, you can barely see him in the reflection of the mirror but as he looks up, you're met with his red eyes that stare at you back. 

“What do you want?” he asks lowly, hands slowly caressing your ass cheeks that aren't covered by your panties, his nails grazing over the soft flesh. 

Thank God, you chose to wear sexy underwear – the only sexy underwear you own.

“You,” you breathe out, telling him the obvious answer that he probably just wanted to hear. “You.. Jimin.”

You hear his low hum before your panties are pushed aside and dress hiked up, enough to let his fingers replace the lacy material. As soon as the tip of his cold fingers meet your heat that's coated with your slickness, your breath hitches. He starts rubbing the area, making sure he does the same thing to your clit before he pushes two fingers in. You gasp, not expecting him to enter you all of a sudden, especially with two fingers that stretch you deliciously. It slightly burns, but your arousal that's used as a lube helps a lot and it makes it easier for him to get in. 

Jimin's surprised by your tightness, wondering when was the last time someone touched you while his red eyes flicker to your reflection to check your reaction. He's a monster, he shouldn't care if he's being too rough with you but for some reason he's curious to see how you react to his touch. A cocky smirk flickers on his lips when he sees your eyes closed and mouth open in delight. 

“You like that?” he whispers, mouth hovering over your ear as he takes another sniff of you. Do you really smell that good?

He presses his thumb against your clit, circling it when he feels you clenching around and that's why he adds another finger. You gasp, mumbling something incorrect to both your and his ears. Again, he just smirks at your lack of response and how fucked out you already seem to be. He barely had to do anything. 

Pulling your hips to him, he makes you arch for him with your ass pursed up almost dangerously close to his crotch. 

Fucking you with his fingers, he has no mercy on you and your loud pleas of slowing down. He doesn't know you, but it feels like he reads all the signs your body gives him and with you clenching around his three fingers, being a mess that barely stands on her own feet, he knows you're close. The pleasure gets too much, his palms slapping against your clit as he keeps fucking you is nothing you are prepared for. The orgasm and the chase after it gets too intense, no longer in your hands and with you being able to control it, you're cumming around his fingers, sucking them right in. He slows down, but still keeps a sloppy pace that fucks you through it. Your whole body burns with tingles of post-orgasm and if it weren't for your hands desperately clutching onto the sink, and Jimin's body behind you caging you in, you'd probably fall like a potato sack.

He pulls out his fingers, sounds of slurping leaving his mouth as he cleans them. Unfortunately for you, you've missed that devilish sight of him doing it. You pry your eyes open, slowly straightening yourself as you turn around to check the devil himself.

Just as expected, he's smirking at you, proudly staring at your flushed cheeks and the quick rise of your chest. You surprise him, clutching his shirt between your fingers before you pull him closer and connect your lips together. He lets you kiss him, hands wrapping around his neck and finally feeling up his skin more properly. You're surprised how cold he is, yet no hint of goosebumps cover his skin.

“You're so cold,” you comment, rubbing your hands over his forearms trying to warm him up.

Glancing back at him, you're surprised by the dumbfounded look he gives you before his mouth quirks up. “You wanna warm me up?” he asks, cocking his brow at you as your mouth salivates, your hands completely stopping.

“Yeah,” you answer, no idea why the fuck would you even answer that when you should just put yourself to action. The little act makes him chuckle, leaning closer to you as you hear him gulp.

You think he's about to kiss you, his lips close to the crook of your neck and you tilt your head to the side, to give him a better room for that. However, you're surprised when his mouth never makes an actual contact with your neck. You slightly tilt back, staring at his frozen state as you see his throat bob. 

“Jimin?” you ask, growing worried when he seems to be acting weird all of a sudden. “Are you okay?”

Your voice is muffled to his ears, he barely hears you as all he can focus is the way your blood pulses in your veins and the soft heartbeat of your heart. But you don't know that, all you can see is Jimin standing there gulping and not moving at all. It's until your hand makes contact with his cheek, your warm palm ready to envelop it but before you can even properly touch his skin, he's gripping your wrist at an extreme speed. You stare at him, almost jumping back from the sudden movement. 

“You scared me,” you chuckle, trying to ease the tension as he takes a step back. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he answers nonchalantly, staring at you with those red eyes. “Now be a good girl and suck my cock.”

Your eyes almost bulge out of their sockets, surprised by the sudden change in his behavior and tone. He starts unbuckling his belt, your mouth salivating at the thought you're about to see his cock. It's been awhile since you gave a proper blowjob and although, you're not quite satisfied with your skills of giving one in the first place, you just can't wait to taste him. 

If Yeri could see you right now, she'd never believe that it's the same best friend that has always been opposed to one night stands.

Dropping onto your knees, your face is facing his growing bulge as you look up at him for permission. He chuckles, licking his bottom lip as he nods his head at you, silently telling you to get to it already. You put his jeans down, not entirely just enough to expose his casual black boxer briefs, as they stay wrapped around his mid-thighs. His boxer briefs are next, your fingers too eager to see him rather than to tease and play with him. Something tells you that Jimin is not the type to enjoy teasing. His erection spreads free, finally out of the material of his tight jeans, and it slaps against his clothed stomach that's hidden beneath the white shirt. 

You wish there was a better lightning and for a second, you contemplate whether to turn the main light on, just to fully appreciate his erected length. No matter what the lightning is, you notice how thick he is and a few veins that poke underneath the thin skin. From the light patch of hair to the red tip that's leaking with a little bit of pre-cum makes your mouth salivate like never before, and you make sure you gulp all of it before you can embarrass yourself. Not wasting any time, your hand curls around the base as you give him a testing squeeze which surprisingly, makes him barely react and when you glance up at him, he stares at you with dark eyes. 

Little do you know he needs your touch, he needs to distract himself from the thirst and hunger, and that dark voice inside his head that tells him to do something completely different, rather than have you on your knees and ready to take him.

As if you could hear his thoughts – which you can't and he knows that – he almost sighs in relief when you wrap your pretty red lips around his tip. It doesn't matter that your lipstick is completely smeared from Jimin's lips and his furious kisses. Sucking on it, you let the angry red tip glisten with your saliva before you start pumping him. Through hooded eyes, Jimin watches you licking a strip up his cock as you go back to sucking him off while pumping his hardened length, this time harder and quicker. Jimin's low grunts that occasionally leave his mouth encourages you to take him deeper, the tip of his cock almost hitting the back of your throat. Your eyes burn with tears but you blink them away, curling your tongue around the head of Jimin's cock. His hand grabs the back of your head, clutching your hair in his fist as he starts moving his hips. It hurts a little, he's putting too much pressure and strength into grabbing your hair and the roots that burn your skull. But with your own arousal between your legs, slowly dripping down your thighs and the undying lust that you feel towards Jimin, you've no time to complain. It adds another pinch of pleasure, a pleasure that makes you moan around his length and almost gag when he thrusts into your mouth. Surprisingly, you look up and you find him checking your reaction.

Your warm hand around his cock and even warmer mouth that's wrapped around him feels surprisingly nicer than he thought it'd be. He takes his time to notice your reddened cheeks that he can see even from up, and with the dim lightning his red eyes catch the line of saliva that's drooling out of your mouth. And he growls, he actually growls and pulls you from his cock in seconds, before he's pulling you up and if it weren't for his strong hold, you'd surely stumble how quick he got you up. He backs you into the bathroom counter, to your previous position before he fingered you, but this time you're face to face. Your ass is digging into the edge of the counter, although you don't seem to care. You're too focused staring at Jimin that clenches his jaw, suddenly bumping into you as he starts kissing you. Whimpering into his mouth, you're surprised when he easily lifts you up and gets you seated on the bathroom counter. However your yelp is muffled by his mouth, his hands pulling you close to the edge, dangerously close that you're clutching onto him, scared of a possible fall. But Jimin got you, his body is caging you and creates a barrier between you and the floor. 

Jimin's hand wrapped around his erected cock looks sinful, like nothing you've ever seen before, at least no one made it look so effortlessly hot. Your body almost trembles with the anticipation of feeling him inside of you, and you know it's coming because he starts pumping himself. Not even aware that you stretch your legs to give him a better space, plus giving him a view of the mess between your legs. He pulls you closer, nudging your thighs apart even more before his other hand moves your ruined panties more to the side. He gets a better view of your pulsating heat that's waiting just for him.

“What about a condom?” 

He stops, eyes flickering to yours as he stares at you with unreadable recognition. It's enough that you're about to have sex with some stranger, even though it's very hot and irresistible stranger, but you don't know him after all. Are you ready to risk it for him? The rational you mentally praises you for remembering such important detail before it could've been too late. 

“Don't have one,” he says through teeth, almost seeming to be annoyed that you stopped him.

Maybe you should grow offended or annoyed yourself by his reaction, but for some reason you don't. You just stare and wait for him to say something else. 

“You don't trust me?” There it is – the smirk comes back and makes an appearance on his thick lips again. 

“I don't know you.” you point out, cocking a brow at him.

“Yet, you're here sprawled for me ready to be fucked,” he chuckles lowly, your expression dropping as your eyes grow big. “I don't know you either, that's why we need to trust each other.” he says, but still doesn't move to do anything else. 

Your mind is screaming at you, telling you over and over again how a bad idea this is and that you'll regret it. There's no actual threat of disease of a potential pregnancy (even though, you've been taking birth control since your teenage years) but you don't know that. He can't exactly tell you without having to explain something that he doesn't even want to or has to explain.

“Hm? What's it gonna be?” he purrs, his hand cupping your jaw as he starts caressing your cheek with his thumb. “Are we gonna trust each other?”

In a way, you're aware he's coaxing you into agreeing and using your temptation by using his low and tempting tone, but you don't find yourself calling him out for it. You're speechless, not able to move your mouth and find your own voice, even though you're not sure what your answer is going to be. But then he's pulling away, taking your silence as an answer which kind of surprises you because you thought he really is coaxing you into agreeing. Before he can fully pull away, you wrap your legs around his frame and cage him. 

He opens his mouth staring at you as you can feel his hardened length touching the exposed skin of your thigh. 

“Fuck me, Jimin.” you tell him, meeting him in the middle as you both crash your lips together.

The kiss is heated, even more than ever before and you shiver when you feel his tip against your heat. He looks at you, checking one more time as you give him a nod before you crash your lips together again.

He needs you as his distraction but he's not an asshole to take you without your consent, or trying to control you.

With that, he pushes past your folds and enters you. You gasp, pressing your face into his shoulder as you bite onto him gently. He doesn't budge, not surprised by the feeling of your teeth dangerously poking him through the fabric of his shirt. He's pushing in, bottoming out before he's already pulling out just to thrust back in. Jimin has no patience, already getting to work as he starts fucking you. With each thrust, it gets easier to move inside of you as your cum and arousal helps him. You're surprised how good you're taking him, even though your walls do burn with the sudden penetration and the new feeling of his thick cock. Even the pace is going too fast, the top of his thighs slapping against the back of yours while his balls make contact with your ass. The bathroom is filled with sinful sounds of skin on skin slapping, and it coaxes you to clench around him repeatedly. You can't keep up with the animalistic and rustless pace he set, whimpering and moaning his name all over again with an occasional curse falling out of your lips. Jimin grunts are no longer silenced ones, although he seems to be controlling his voice much more.

“Fuck,” you moan, head tilting back as your hands are doing a poor job at trying to hold you in place. 

Jimin's hands are around your thighs, making sure your legs stay apart as he keeps fucking into you. You can feel sweat slowly dripping down your neck, even your ass getting sweaty from the contact of the bathroom counter.

“I'm--fuck, I'm close.” you gasp, clutching the edge even harder and before you can say something else, you're already cumming around him. “Ohhh, fuck, Jimin.” you moan out through your orgasm, his pace not slowing down even after you're done and gritting your teeth at the overstimulation.

His head falls into the crook of your neck, lips almost making contact with your skin as he starts shaking and grunting. You think he's close, that it's only a natural reaction of approaching orgasm and you're completely thrown back when he suddenly pulls away completely. His cock is out of you in a record time and as you blink, he's in the middle of the bathroom standing with his jeans and boxer briefs wrapped around his mid-thighs, along with still hardened cock that's coated with your cum. If the situation weren't so weird all of a sudden, you'd probably focus on the sight in front of you much more. 

You watch Jimin's features twist in an almost painful expression, his nose scrunching as his whole body shakes. It's nothing too drastic but just enough to notice by the way he's shivering and trying to control himself. He gulps a couple of times as well, seeming like he's in a pain. You've no idea what has just happened and you just stand there completely clueless, eyes big and mouth agape. 

“Are you okay?” you ask softly, wondering what the hell is wrong with him. 

You hop off the counter, ignoring how sensitive you're between your legs and how hard it feels like to be standing on your feet all of a sudden.

“Don't,” he warns you, voice raising as he outstretches his arm to keep you from coming closer. “Don't come any closer.” he says lowly, head held high as you can't see his face.

“What, why? What happened?” you ask worriedly, your eyes filled with worry and confusion at the same time. 

When you're about to take another step towards him, it's like he can sense it before you can even more your feet, his head snaps to you and he growls at you. 

“Fucking stay away.” he warns you again, almost yelling at you as you jump in fear.

The last thing he sees is your scared eyes before he focuses his gaze to the floor again. He can feel the veins starting to cracking up on his skin, showing what he really craves for. He can't let you see. With your heartbeat being the loudest melody in the room and your smell filling it too, he can't promise not to do something he doesn't want to. That was the whole purpose of tonight, the whole purpose of approaching you and talking to you. He has no idea what's happening to him and why can't he listen to what his mind is telling him to do. He's controlling himself and he knows if he stays any longer, you're not going to make it without any harm. 

And that's why he focuses his attention on something else, desperately listening to people slurring drunken nonsense and the loud music before something else catches his attention. It's not too much, just the only thing that helps with not focusing on your smell entirely. It's something no one else can hear, the whimpers and slurping sounds that could only mean one thing. 

You notice how he zones out, your hands pulling your dress down to have at least some kind of modesty as you eye the stranger in front of you. 

“J--”

His eyes snap to yours as he turns around. “You need to leave.”

“I-- what?” you blurt out, seeing him tucking himself back into the jeans. You ignore the feeling of disappointment that clouds your mind for a whole second, before you're back to confusingly staring at him. 

“I don't know wha--”

Taking two long steps, he's right in front of you before he grips your face tightly into his hands. You whimper at the strength staring into his dark orbs that shine like never before. 

“Get your friend and leave. You've to leave, right now.” 

The firmness in his voice doesn't go unnoticed by you, however it gets somewhere in the back of your mind as you stare at Jimin with big eyes. Painfully for you, he lets you go as he starts backing away from you but there's nothing you can do. You can't bring yourself to move, nor rush after him when he flicks the lock open and walks out of the bathroom. You stand there, your mind suddenly snapping into action as the only thing you can think about is getting Yeri. 

When Jimin makes it through the crowd, successfully hiding and blending with his surroundings, he stops and makes sure he has a great view of you walking out of the bathroom. He's watching you from the safe distance, seeing you trying to find your friend that seems to be nowhere in sight. When desperation is evident on your face since you've checked every room downstairs and you still can't find her, your legs lead you upstairs. He wishes he'd tell you to go alone, the longer you're staying... no, he doesn't care. 

His mind drifts away to the moment in the bathroom, where his long canines started growing and all he could think about was sinking them to your delicious neck.

He can hear your faint heartbeat but he doesn't allow himself to get closer, not even if you're already upstairs opening every door of each room to find your friend. And when he sees Taehyung with a satisfied grin and blood dripping down his chin nearing him, it makes Jimin think only one thing. None of these people are aware of the liquid dripping down his friend's chin, thinking that it's just another fake blood even if Jimin can smell the metal scent from miles away.

You're growing annoyed when the third room you open, there's still no sight of Yeri but some drunk couples having sex or smoking weed. You scrunch your nose in disgust, wondering if these people don't know what locks are. As you're nearing another room, you just hope there are no naked people and any possible butts that you'll be seeing before you take the doorknob into your hands. 

But nothing could ever prepare you for the sight behind that door. 

The room is dark, the street lights create at least some kind of lightning but you still decide to turn up the lights. It happens in seconds. The first thing you recognize is the costume, the same one she proudly showed you this morning saying she'll be the hottest Black Widow. You stare at the horrific sight of the face of your friend which is almost unrecognizable. Her lifeless body is laying on a bed, blood trickling down her neck and staining beige sheets underneath her. Your piercing scream rings in your ears but you can't stop screaming from the horror sight in front of you. 

Jimin hears your screams, his eyes shifting towards the house as he starts the engine. 

“You killed her?” he asks, voice low as he starts the engine. 

“Y'know how I get,” Taehyung chuckles, wiping the remains of blood from his chin and mouth. “I was hungry.” 

Jimin grips the steering wheel tightly, stealing a last glance at the house and the party that slowly turns into chaos. That's why they never come back. They can't and he should've known his longtime friend would get one of his moods. Taehyung is crazy, much more dangerous than Jimin because he gets so into his own needs. 

“You didn't have to kill her.” Jimin points out, leaving the driveway while the house keeps getting further and further.

“I didn't have to, you're right. But I did,” he sighs pleasingly, patting his stomach as he makes himself comfortable in the passenger seat. “And she tasted fucking great.”

Jimin's jaw flexes, slowly growing irritated by his friend's decision to end someone's life again. He should've gotten used to it by now, but he can't never really process it. It's even weirder now that he knows that someone wasn't just someone. It was your best friend. 

And that night, almost everyone who attended that party had some regrets. And you've got many of them. 

You wish you'd pay more attention to Jimin. 

Like, how his eyes kept changing color. How cold his skin was, too unrealistically to be natural. Or one second, he flashed you with his sharp canines and the next one he didn't have any. How much he craved for you, but not the way you thought he was.

If you just paid attention, maybe your friend would be still alive. And maybe you'd be in her place and would never make it out alive, if it weren't for the stranger with red dark orbs that hunts you every night.

[jiminstonic]

Love of a Monster | pjm [TEASER]

pairing: eyeless jack!jimin + reader

teaser word count: 462

genre: horror, thriller, romance

teaser warnings: description of murder, stalking but like shamelessly

— synopsis: There must be something wrong with you. He’s a monster...so why do you want him?

author’s note: this is due to my desperate need of jimin as eyeless jack, ngl. if you have no clue abt who that is, here is the original story, and here is the fan-made origin story (which i love even more). but if u have no interest in that, this can also be read as a regular demon au i guess.

With heavy lids, you watch whatever’s playing. It’s the local news, something Jungkook probably turned on to fall asleep to. The volume is low, just barely audible from where you sit beside his form on the bed, but it’s not hard at all to make out what the breaking news is.

Another brutal murder. The fourth one just this week, and it’s only Wednesday.

The victims seem to be picked at random according to police, the only pattern seeming to be that they were all in perfect health. But the way they were killed are the same: bloody and missing their kidneys, ultimately dying from the extreme amount of blood loss. And to top it all off, their eyes are almost always scratched out. From this, the media’s dubbed the killer “Eyeless”.

According to the current headline, the last murder happened just a few hours ago, most likely while you were peacefully sleeping. The thought has a chill running through you.

As your gaze is trained on the screen, you catch a movement through the window just behind the television. Your eyes shoot up towards the dark expanse that lies beyond the glass, trees scattered at random with leaves hanging deathly still. Everything is either a black silhouette in the shadows, or a glowing grey in the moonlight. And it’s difficult, but you’re able to spot what you’re looking for—the dark figure that almost blends into the shade of the tree. If it weren’t for the moonlight casting a glow onto the side of them, you wouldn’t be able to recognize that damned mask.

Your hands grip the sheets as you stare at the hooded figure, eyes wide in fear. They’ve only ever shown up in your nightmares, so you hope this is one as well. What would you do if they were no longer a thing of your unconscious imagination?

If this is just another nightmare, then they can’t hurt you, right? You’ll just wake up like you always do. These thoughts are what push you to crawl toward the end of the bed and closer to the window, all while keeping your eyes trained on their blacked out ones. Their stillness is damn near terrifying, you can’t even see them take a single breath. Yet as you get closer and closer, now slowly planting your feet on the floor to walk up to the window, you know they’re watching you as closely as you are them. It has a shiver shooting down your spine, hair standing on end in an odd sort of anticipation. The black liquid that seeps from the eye holes in the mask shine in the moonlight as if they’re fresh, but the hooded figure still seems unbothered by it. They only continue to stare at you.

“____?”

...coming soon

[jiminiecrickets]

THE PARADISE PARADOX. PJM / M!READER

summary. jimin loves the way you taste.

wc. 3k (nsfw under the cut)

tags. smut | established relationship, vampire “fuck gender” jimin, top reader + bottom jimin (who’s in charge changes), big dick!reader (so real), riding, begging, fingering, praise (r. receiving), unprotected sex, swearing, blood + blood drinking

it is a dark night, but perfectly clear. what little breeze wandering through the streets carries itself with a flippant sing-song hum, teasing the brims of hats and the silk ties of businesspeople. it travels towards the centre of the city and eases the flushed skin of drunks who overestimated their limits, brushing over their backs in sympathy as they empty their stomachs into the bins.

at last, it twirls around a blond's hair, fine strands of spun gold fluttering as the breeze settles, like a puppy finding its owner. he brushes a lock of hair out of smoky, vivacious eyes and smiles behind a black mask.

"thank you for coming out with me tonight," he hums, interlacing his fingers around his knees. "whenever you're around, i always feel better."

you smile and lean back on your palms, the concrete rough on your skin. you turn your eyes skyward, squinting through the pollution in search of stars. you find none in the sky, but then you drop your gaze to his, and you find everything you're looking for in those dark eyes. "glad to be of service, young master."

he rolls his eyes and they crinkle at your pretentious cadence. behind him, the nightclub throbs with life, blood, and bass. "i'm not all that young," he comments, tucking his hair behind his ear. "haven't been for quite a while."

"really?" you lean closer, inspecting his face. you brush your knuckles down the curve of his cheek. "oh. i see. hiding the crow's feet with smudged makeup? how infinitely clever."

he shoves your shoulder and huffs at your laughter. "you think you're so funny..."

"c'mon, peaches. you know i'm joking – pouts look cute on you."

he nudges your ankle with his chunky doc martens and rises to his feet, dusting off his dark pants with a grumpy sigh. he glances back at you expectantly. "you're supposed to disagree with me. that's how being my boyfriend works. i don't even want to sit with you anymore."

you stare up at him with big eyes. he shakes his head, and when your head begins to tilt, he crouches down in front of you. his white shirt hangs open over his collar and only a single button is done up right over his belt, revealing a plentiful expanse of ivory skin. upon noticing the low drop of the shoulder seams, you realise that you have finally found your missing shirt.

in fairness, he looks much better in it.

"eyes up, lovely." he bumps the soft skin beneath your chin and your gaze flickers upwards. he smiles behind his mask. "better. now, no more puppy eyes. that's my ace card." he pauses. "you're mostly forgiven, by the by, because i'm still hungry. will you stand up, or will you just sit there and make sad faces at me until one of us gets a kiss?"

"i really like the idea of the last word you said."

he bumps your cheek with the front of his mask and his eyes turn into sweet crescents as he hums. "is that enough to persuade you into helping me?"

he places his ringed hands on your knees. it's three in the morning and the streets are empty, filled with nothing but shadows of shadows, and the neon pink sign behind you reflects the shimmery glitter brushed onto his eyelids. little pink hearts glow in the corners of his irises, the name of the club barely a smudge of white, and he giggles in victory as you push yourself to stand. he takes your offered hand and swings it between your bodies as you cross the street, a light skip in his step.

you glance down at him with an easy smile and press a kiss to the crown of his hair. "so – hungry, huh? club didn't satisfy your needs?"

"no." his eyes darken the longer you hold his gaze, warm and heavy. he nearly purrs, "indulge me, love, and i’ll forgive you for being so mean."

he snakes his hands over your chest and around your shoulders, careless in the empty streets. naturally, your hands come to rest on his waist. that sharp gaze of his burrows its way through your very being, and his eyes curve as if he's smirking under that mask; he knows what he does to you, brushing the pad of his finger against your warm jugular so innocently. you could drown in him – his lips, his smiles, his soft skin and softer words. he runs his thumb gently over your bottom lip.

indulgence has always been your worst sin.

—

yn.

the way he says your name makes your skin crawl. is that a shiver of want, or a shiver of fear? he rocks his hips lightly against yours, barely discernible from a chaste shift of his hips except for the flush rising to his cheeks, and you find it doesn't matter anymore.

nothing matters. nothing matters but the way he looks at you with gentle dark eyes, some beautiful byronic lover, and the way he kisses you – the way he kisses you makes you shudder, born of your own ego.

he kisses you with softness, with discipline, touching you as if afraid of the damage he might do to your delicate skin with just his nails. some impatient part of you wishes he would touch you without thinking so much about the pressure, the strength, the speed; he's a tiny little thing, after all, your instincts scoff – what could he ever do to you?

but the smarter part of you knows how easily he overwhelms men twice his size. a grin on his red lips, a boot on their throats, asking if they still think he's just a helpless pretty girl.

"you're thinking too much," he whispers, sending a thrilling rush to your head. he plays with your hair, grasping the soft hairs at the nape of your neck and tugging – gently – backward. slender white canines dig into his kiss-swollen lips and his pink tongue peeks out, as if savouring the taste of you. "is it at least about me?"

"don't ask rhetorical questions," you reply with the sort of breathless helplessness that has him twitching in interest. "how could i think of – ah!"

jimin draws back from your neck with a pleased hum. "so sensitive," he teases, feeling your heart rabbiting under your ribs. it pulses through his very core. "i barely bruised you. how will you take it when i break skin?"

the warm, tender mark in the shape of his teeth throbs as he returns to it, his hips rolling with need on the edge of snapping into frenzy. you tug his shirt – your shirt – up from his belt and he obliges, lips mapping out the pattern of veins just beneath your skin. with so few buttons to fiddle with, it finds itself on the floor in half a second, and jimin giggles as your breath catches in your throat.

he's beautiful – all that seamless skin, pure as anything and taut over lean muscle like a marble statue. he guides your hand to his belt. your thumb trails the curve of his collarbones down the split between his chest, past his navel, and he tugs at your hair as his pillowy lips meet yours, breath cold and sweet. he does what he wishes with you, and your clothes, and he acts as if he has all the time in the world.

he isn't always so pale, like a porcelain doll. you see his hunger – feel it throbbing against you – and his cold caresses against the heat of his kisses make you dizzy. your head rolls back as he moans softly against your adam's apple, zeroing in on the hot blood that roars through your veins.

he's cold. he's hot. he's teasing, and yet gives you everything you want, blinking up at you with pretty, pleading eyes; it's the only time he'll ever defer to you, fingers running impatiently over the broad expanse of your chest, and you take a mean pleasure in letting him grind against you without a taste of the one thing that drives him wild.

"not yet," you husk, and he shivers as you wrap your hand around his length, tugging languidly. "i need a little incentive."

with a moan, he pulls at your buckle and zipper, crushing his lips to yours with a lapse of control – his teeth nick your lip and he gasps as it spills onto his tongue. "baby—"

"peaches."

he whines as you lean back against the couch. your tongue darts out and smears the blood over your lower lip. jimin watches with a starved expression, lips parting to moan as your thumb flicks over his leaking tip.

"th-this isn't fair," he says breathily, struggling to keep his voice steady. he takes you in his palm more eagerly than his words would suggest and he licks his still-bloody lip. "i'm so hungry..."

"i asked if you wanted to grab someone on the way home, peaches. you were the one who insisted it wasn't worth the effort." your lips move down his neck, warm breath tingling his skin. "or did you just get jealous, seeing me make pretty words at another boy?"

he gasps out a cry as two of your fingers slide into him. he was so focussed on the heat of you sliding in his palm that he didn't even hear the tear of the wrapper.

you turn him soft. vulnerable. you pump your fingers into him slowly and he grinds his hips down with a wanton moan, a soft, shaky purr right in your ear that makes your cock pulse.

"i don’t get jealous," jimin murmurs, impatient and raspy. he crushes his lips to yours and his hips jerk as you add a third finger. only now does the burn become something resembling pain, and his thoughts fizzle out as he empties another packet of lube onto your dick and strokes it – the sound you make, all the way down from the base of your ribs, is enough to sear a permanent place in a secret crevice of his mind.

"'course not," you grunt as his pretty moans turn breathless. one hand runs over his pink cock to press against his perineum and he cracks the moment you find his prostate, letting loose a high, quivering whimper as his thick, creamy thighs snap closed around your wrist. "always so sensitive... not so coy now, hm? where'd all that fire go?"

his brow furrows in annoyance. when he opens his mouth, you push your will against his – his sentence falls apart, nerves burning with need.

"s-stop messing around," he gasps, unfocussed eyes fluttering as his fist around your cock quickens. his thighs tighten around your hand, grinding roughly into it. he swallows, mouth dry and throat at the beginnings of drought. "so fucking hungry, baby... i need it..."

you pull your hand away and place it flat on his thigh at the junction of his hip, squeezing in warning.

you hush him softly and he moans into the kiss. hot breath fans his cheek and he shivers, dark eyes even darker with lust. "patience, peaches." your voice lilts with a tease. "you shouldn't have put off feeding for so long – you can't even pretend like you're still in control."

his teeth hurt, and his gums – fuck – are really starting to throb. it was self-inflicted and he couldn't think of anything except release – his whiteout high, the thick coppery flow into his mouth...

his dark eyes open to the side of your throat. he can hear it. he can feel it. rushing through you is pure red life, sweet and heady like wine – flowing, flowing, to the rapid beat of your heart.

you slide your fingers out of him. he swiftly drops down onto your cock with a pretty cry of pleasure and you groan as he leans in, easing you inside him inch by inch.

"fuck," he whines into your neck, arms tightening around your shoulders as he draws himself up until the tip. he sinks back down with a long, feathery moan, and your grip on his waist becomes bruising as he settles flush with your hips. "f-fuck, s'big, so big...!"

he swallows you up greedily, aching fangs poking his lower lip, and he giggles through panting breaths as he directs your hands to his ass.

perfectly round and smooth. you squeeze indulgently as he bounces on your lap, and the way his ass moulds around the shape of your fingers makes you throb. even like this, vulnerable and split in half by your cock, he holds such power over you; the long drag of your cock against his soft wet walls beats you down into a primal hunger, burning and all-consuming until it feels something like rage.

his slick heat, gulping you down as if he'll die otherwise – he very well might – drives your hips up to meet his. he gasps and moans out something grateful, head thrown back as your cock strikes his prostate. his heaving chest and half-lidded eyes, makeup smudged with how many times he's pushed his blond hair back, turn that angry hunger into arousal so thick you feel your heartbeat in your cock.

"more," he cries. "mmh – f-fills me up so well, you’re so fucking good to me..."

your hips snap up and he dissolves into moans, trembling as you help him match your punishing pace. he keens into your throat, plump lips ravenous and reverent, and you chuckle roughly, cock driving viciously deep into him. "don't worry, peaches. after this, you could bleed me fuckin' dry and i'd be the one thanking you."

he has little time to do anything else except toss you a grin, white fangs flashing under the warm light of the living room lamp, before his leaking cock begins to ache hotly and the growing heat bubbles in the pit of his stomach. hunger overrides any manners he's learnt over the years.

you groan as he clenches around you, tight heat tugging and squeezing your length like a vice. he's gorgeous above you, lithe and glowing, and he knows how lovely he is, wearing a tiny smirk that tells you in a sweet whisper that he's playing with you, tracing the dips and curves of your neck when he can just as easily snap it with a twitch of his fingers.

every cell of his body thrums with insurmountable power and both of you know that he's always in charge, even when he lets you move his slender body around as much to your heart's content. he likes to play, always has, but with this bright blood-rushing romance, he can't help but wonder if this is what he's been pretending to have all this time.

"'m close, so close," he whines, "don't stop!"

"i'd never think of it, jimin." the way you say his name like a prayer rather than a curse has him reeling, raw want blazing along his nerves, and you bury your cock deep inside him with an incorrigibly innocent clink of your belt: "i'm yours."

his fangs sink into your neck and he cries out in bliss as thick coppery richness floods his mouth.

he moans, whimpering softly with a near-delirium as your cock pumps hotly into him, his thoughts condensed into an animalistic want-and-get as your fingers dig almost painfully into his hip. his cum paints your bare stomach, shimmering lightly with a thin layer of sweat, and you stroke him in time with your thrusts. he gulps you down and the sting of his teeth and the warmth of his lips tug at the fringes of your instincts, whirling between fight and fuck. your head buzzes pleasantly as if you've had one drink over tipsy, his soft skin and vanilla shampoo lulling you to comfort, and you slow only once he pulls away from your neck, sated at last.

his tongue drags down your jugular, lapping up the warm blood that pulses out with every beat of your heart. he hums in lazy pleasure as the two holes close up. it's a perk of having narrower fangs – he can control the flow with far better accuracy, and less waste. he always hates wasting meals.

soon, those pinpricks will heal, unscarred. jimin admires his own handiwork with a smile and finally lifts his hips, sighing in loose, shaky satisfaction as he closes the distance between your lips. you smooth your hand over the small of his back, swirling indolent patterns into his skin, and the white daze of pleasure eventually fades from the corners of your vision.

"you okay?" he whispers, resting his hand over your heart as he swipes cherry-red blood from his lower lip, curved upwards into a loose grin. “by the by... you’re forgiven. wholly.”

it takes a moment for your mouth to catch up to your head. "good. yeah. yeah, i'm alright. more than alright." you pull yourself straighter and wince at the dull throb in your neck, piercing all the way to your spine. you brush over it gingerly. "you didn't hold back at all."

he has the decency to look guilty, though he places his thumb between his lips and licks off the blood with a gaze too innocent to be genuine. "i'm sorry. you just taste so good – i couldn't help myself." he smiles softly and presses his lips to yours, slow and gentle. "i'll grab you something sweet once i’ve... recuperated. how about some ice-cream?"

you grab his hips and pull him back into you before he can leave. he falls backwards into your lap and giggles as your lips ghost over his shoulder.

"i've got my dessert right here, peaches," you murmur against his skin, and he lets out a soft hum. "and i'll be taking my second helping."

[ilikemesometaetaes]

same anon from earlier. (hi 🤟🏼) also thank you for ur upcoming work. now i’m excited for a fic. (take ur time tho, ur health/life matter as well)

Hi 😁🤟🏼

How are you? I hope you’re doing well!

It’s a slow but steady process that I’m really struggling with and I’m SUPER behind on a lot of things (I haven’t posted anything since February 💀 I’m so fucking sorry jfc) but I promise it’ll be like a bombardment of fics once I actually release them.

Thanks for sticking by me. I’m so sorry it’s been so long without a fic. Wanted to note current word counts to show you that I’m not just lazing around:

Fair Winds (jhs) - 22k

Masked Shadows pt. 2 (pjm) - 8.3k

Effleurage (knj) - 8.5k

Feral (Part Five) (taejin) - 4.6k

DHYB (Chapter Eight) (jjk) - 2.4k

Starting Line (jjk) - 2.1k (yes, @ressjeon, I started it- pun intended)

They’re all a work in progress, but it looks like I’ll be posting a few of them at around the same time. Again, I thank you for remaining one of my readers. I’m not super reliable, but you stayed anyway 🥺 thank you.

[eleni-cherie]

among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm

- prologue

"what even am I to you? your rival, your lover, an obstacle or am I supposed to be your coffin?"

about two thieves who can't live with nor without each other.

and a joint past that comes back to threaten them.

© 2023 | eleni_cherie

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, very flirty jimin, friends/rivals/exes to lovers (it's complicated, ok?!) f2l e2l ex2l

all members play a role in this story!

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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Several years ago

South France

There it was. His target.

He adjusted the grip around the binoculars, zooming into her, or rather her daringly décolleté dress, between the carved bars. No, he had to focus. He heaved them, pausing on her face instead. Her face was calm or so it seemed behind the lace mask that was covering her eyes. She was sitting there in the armchair, hands folded on her lap. Her white wedding dress neatly falling over her legs.

As the old man beside her in his exaggarrated imbroded long robe and jewel-covered hands and neck was talking with big gestures to his people in front of her, no one noticed her ring opening and her guiding it to her lips. Taking something out of it with her tongue. A small white pill.

No one saw. No one but him.

He smirked in his stash over the altar. "What are you planning, love?"

He curiously observed her standing up then when the man looked at her and she walked up to him. Suddenly pulling him in by the collar of his long robe and kissing him passionately. She backed off then, smiling widely. Did she -?

The man laughed, stopping abrubtly then. Coughing. He stumbled backwards then, laughing again. Eventually falling down. Not moving. Everyone rushed towards him, chaos breaking out. Chaos she used to retreat and make her way out of the altar hall. 

Sneaky, he thought and scrunched to the back stairs, planning to go after her. He ran along the corridor, hearing gunshots being fired from downstairs. Looking over the railing, he spotted her pulling out a beretta from her décolleté and firing behind her. Someone did notice her sudden absence after all.

"Dammit," he muttered. He couldn't let them get her before he could. He looked around, trying to find any way to distract them or blocking their way. His eyes falling on the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, lined up above the downstairs corridor. An idea popping up in his mind then.

He took his walter-ppk out from its holster under his blazer and shot at the chain of the chandelier in front of him. Not enough to make it fall, but enough to loosen it. The chain being connected to a rope that was slung through all chandeliers. Already spotting the guys coming down the hallway. He stepped a foot on the railing and jumped, grabbing the chandelier and swinging it with his body going back and forth. The chain broke and the chandelier, too heavy to be held in place by the rope, rushed down. Coming straight towards the thugs, who were more taken aback by him yelling "Here I come!" with a wide grin than of the actual heavy glass chandelier coming straight for their faces. Hitting them spot-on and knocking them off.

"Phew, that was close," he exhaled and wiped off sweat from his forehead, "Now gotta find the cutie." However, the victory didn't last long since he could already hear more of their buddies coming down. So he rushed towards the direction she had disappeared to.

In the meantime, she had reached a dead end. Trying frantically to open the shut doors, only to reveal a brick wall behind each of them. Although according to the blueprints there should be rooms behind them. It was a trap. There was no escaping now.

"Fck," she cursed and kicked yet another fake door shut when suddenly feeling a shockwave burning through her body and everything turning black as she lost her conscience.

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Pain. A sudden rush of pain filled her body as her conscience slowly returned. She groaned weakly. Her eyes slowly opened again. The first thing they saw being the round full moon shining brightly through one of the old cathedral's high windows. She was apparently laying on the cold stone ground. Her eyelids fell shut only to open again and she turned her head. Everything spinning when her eyes landed on a guy with a dark blue blazer casually sitting against the wall. One leg bent, his arm propped on it.

"You finally woke up," his face lit up. "Was a little worried for you there."

She didn't say anything. Her eyes narrow as she slowly sat up, pressing her hand against the ground to steady herself. She tapped around her torso then, her eyes frantically looking around. Her gun was gone.

"If you look for your cute lil' beretta, I fear they took it."

"And the-"

"The very expensive emerald necklace you stole from the old geezer? They took that as well."

She pressed her other hand on her forehead, still feeling a bit dizzy.

"What actually happened?"

"They knocked you off, love. With a tazer as I assume, considering the ugly little burns on your beautifully silk skin," he smiled, shrugging nonchalantly then, "And well, they got me while I tried rescuing you."

She nodded, dismissing the stranger's unsubtle flirting. His sweet talk not meaning anything to her, he wasn't the first one to try that on her. Her eyes then catching something shiney underneath his open blazer. She internally smirked.

She stood up, slow and purposely bending forwards to really make that deep cut neckline of hers shine. And it seemed to work when seeing his brows raising and his eyes following her every move. She bit her lips to prevent herself from grinning.

She got him wrapped around her finger, just like every man.

"Oh, no," she said then in a deeply apologetic voice. Her eyes filled with fake sorrow. "You tried helping me, saving me -" She shook her head, walking towards him. Her hands clenching her chest dramatically. Intentionally pushing her chest up. "-only to get caught here." She stopped in front of him, skinking down on her knees. Him sitting up straight at this, gulpin when seeing her coming closer. Hovering over him. "I'm so sorry, how can I ever thank you?" 

Her hand was placed on his knee. Slowly gliding up his thigh as she drew closer. Her chest touching his. Her lips sensing his hot breath. Just a bit closer and she could reach his gun.

"You wouldn't just pick your rescuer's pockets, would you? Arabella Valentine."

Her fingers froze when hearing her name and she backed off. Staring at him taken aback.

"I see you know me, Park Jimin."

He arched a brow at her, amused. "Oh, so you know me as well. I see. I take that as a compliment."

She huffed and sat back in front of him. Crossing her arms in front of her. "I'm not a noob. I know the names I should know for this business."

He laughed under his breath. Beautiful, skilled and witty. He liked it.

"And why would one of the most famous thieves try saving me?" she asked then as she slumped against the wall beside him. Glancing at him with inquiring eyes and an intrigued smirk.

"To kill you."

She caught her breath for a second at his unexpected words. 

She was good in keeping a poker face, but internally she freaked out. She was good in close combat, but so was he. She knew. And he had a gun on top of it, opposite to her.

If she had only managed sneaking it from him.

"Alright, then what are you waiting for?"

Jimin's eyes widened and he shook his head, disappointed. "Do you really think I'd kill you, love? I'm a thief. The only thing I steal is jewels and hearts." He winked at this. "Not lives."

"Then why-"

"Because someone apparently has mistaken me for an assassin and hired me to kill you," he explained, "So I got curious about you and why someone would want you gone."

Arabella nodded, her gaze falling on her lap. Her eyes telling him she was in deep thoughts. She could thing of someone wanting her gone. Her old employer, if anyone could call them that.

"So you're not gonna kill me?" She wanted to be certain.

"No," he said firmaly, "I'm not."

"Alright," she nodded then and got up. She started tearing off the bottom of the wedding dress. Taking him off-guard. "What are y-"

"I can't run properly with this long thing," she said. Now standing in front of him in a mini dress. And he gulped once again when seeing her legs. And those thighs. He felt dizzy. 

She took one of her large bell-shaped earing off then. Throwing it in the air before catching it again with a smirk. "Cover your ears," she said and before he could even ask, she pressed a button and threw it towards the large wooden door. Covering her ears right in time for the explosion.

They didn't waste time in fear of guards being around. And even if not, they would be soon due to the loud noise. So they ran out and down the long corridor. Soon reaching a crossroad.

"See ya," she waved and already ran into the left corridor. Leaving him no choice but to take the right one.

Voices echoing through the long and twisted hallways then, coming closer. Someone shouted about them having to be near. However, Jimin wasn't gonna be a fool again. He spotted a ventilation shaft behind a large plant and quickly got inside, pulling the pot in front of it so no one would see it just in time as the guards came around the corner. Laughing triumphically to himself.

He waited till silence fell once again before beginning moving further down the shaft. Trying making as little noise as possible.

Of course he had studied blueprints of this place before entering. Even if it was mostly ruins by now, many parts of the old cathedral - more like mini castle in the middle of a forest - were still intact and it was inevitable for his escape route to know all places. That was why he knew it would be save to turn left and exit the shaft from there. He would enter a long forgotten boiler room. And from there the stairs to the roof weren't far away. He could easily jump off and glide down with his parachute. However, much to his surprise he spotted another person hiding there much when peeking through the grid.

He decided to scare them a little. So when they were standing with their back facing him, he crowled out. Pressing his hand against their mouth and them against the wall. A beretta pointing at his lower abdomen.

"Psst, love. Don't make any noises by shooting me," he smirked. Seeing Arabella's alerted eyes relaxing. She pushed his chest, huffing at the snickering man. "Jerk."

"Ouch." He put his hand flat on his chest, pretending being hurt. He pointed at the small gun in her hand then. "I see you got it back."

"Wasn't hard," she shrugged, "Just had to use my charm and knock a guy off."

"Feisty, I like that."

She rolled her eyes at this.

He drew closer, capturing her between the wall and his body. "Weren't you apologizing to me only a bit earlier? Wanting to thank me for rescuing you?" The charming smirk never leaving his lips and Arabella hated that smug face of his. At the same time, however, found it annoyingly attractive as well. Something was different about him and it threw her off.

She only knew he came from a family of master thieves, his grandfather and father being ones, and that he was capable to steal anything in the world, if he wanted to. She hadn't heard anything else about him though. Leaving her not to know what to expect from him. Which she didn't like. She huffed then.

"I was obviously lying. You didn't even rescue me after all, so why should I want to thank you?"

If she wanted, she could kick him right where it hurt and in his guts, then grab his arm and twist it, pushing him to the ground. But she didn't. Not yet.

"I did try, though."

"You failed, though."

He laughed under his breath and licked over his dry lips, nodding. His face drawing close. Close enough for her to hear him whisper in her ear, "I won't fail next time."

And with that he stepped back and exited the room. Leaving her breathless.

That was how Jimin and Arabella met for the first, but surely not the last time.

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next chapter: 0.1 here

[samendipityy]

my vice || pjm

park jimin x reader

TW: mentions of self harm(in detail); anxiety; & depression

| angst ☔️| fluff 💕| comfort ☁️| est. relationship | | jimin is the boyfriend we all need |

summary: your biggest fear manifests; he sees you in your worst state.

[totally self-indulgent :/ hope someone else can find comfort in this too]

hiding it was the hardest part; masking the anxiety became tiring and the waves of sadness are never easy to predict. you adopted vices to aid in copping with the overwhelming thoughts and emotions that filled your mind. one vice, in the form of a blade ripping through your skin, became borderline addicting. as the sharp edge leaves behind red droplets your anxieties flow out of your mind. an act only used in dire circumstances quickly became a part of your nightly routine and even the brightest of days could not distract you from your darkest need.

your skin itched for the release and you found it difficult to sleep without it, which is why you were hesitant when your boyfriend asked to sleep over. your relationship was relatively new, having only been dating for a few months and you have yet to tell him about your history with anxiety and depression in fear of being seen as weak or a burden.

jimin always made you feel special and he made you want strive to become stronger, even if it was difficult. but sadly that was not enough for you to quit, and you were filled with shame at the thought. his admiration could not pull you away from the addicting sensation.

once you are alone in the bathroom you turn on the shower and quickly locate the tiny razor hidden in your medicine cabinet. you adjust your clothes and set the blade onto your scarred hip and let the feeling of shameful bliss wash over you.

during the third cut the door swings open and you jerk your head up, watching his body enter the room through the mirror. you are instantly hit with a pang of anger towards yourself for forgetting to lock the door, a habit you adopted from living alone.

“hey babe, i know you’re in the shower right now but can you tell me where the pain medicine is.”

as he finishes his sentence he lifts his head from his phone, expecting your body to be behind the shower curtain but instead he is met with your horrified expression staring back at him in the mirror. you hold each other’s stare until the mirror fogs and your ears are filled with a deafening silence despite the running water.

finally his eyes travel down to your now shaking hand gripping the razor and the trails of blood racing down your hip onto your thigh. your body stays frozen as he comes up behind you and gently removes the blade from you hand and sets it on the counter. too ashamed to face him, you lower you head as he rests his hands on your shoulders to turn you around. he softly cups your cheeks and raises your head, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

the moment your eyes meet his glossy ones you choke back a sob and once you register the small smile he forces you lose complete control. as tears dampen your face you try to maneuver out of his grip due to embarrassment. he drops his hands from your face, only to wrap your body in a tight hug and you feel your body tremble with sobs.

as your cries subside, jimin silently reaches for a towel, squats down level with your hips, and gently dabs away the blood. suddenly you hear a small whimper and as you look down your eyes are met with your boyfriend desperately trying to hold back his tears.

your voice is hoarse as you call out his name, “jimin, baby-“

he cuts you off saying, “shit, i’m sorry i didn’t wanna cry i just- fuck, babe why didn’t you tell me.”

jimin stands back up and turns off the shower, giving you a second to gather your thoughts. he turns back towards you, wiping his eyes only for more tears to silently fall.

he takes his place in front of you and your eyes are glued on the floor, hands still shaking from the shock, eyes still damp from the tears, cheeks still red from embarrassment.

“babe, please look at me. i’m not angry, i just want to see your face.”

reluctantly you pull your chin up and meet his eyes and as you struggle to answer his previous question your glance finds purchase back on the ground.

as you speak your words become rushed and your breath quickens, “i’m sorry i didn’t want to burden you. i know it’s stupid and childish i have tried to stop but i always come back to it and i didn’t want to tell you in fear that you may expect me to get better and what if i don’t. i don’t want to disappoint you and i don’t want you to think that you are not a good enough reason to stop, it’s just my mind doesn’t work like that-“

jimin cups your face and gently rubs your cheeks with his thumbs, cutting you off saying, “hey, it’s okay. i understand that your reasonings are complicated and i don’t expect you to magically heal just because i love you. but i hope we can work towards you healing.”

you lay your head on his chest and quietly thank him for being so understanding.

“babe, your still shaking,” jimin observes, “is there anything i can do?”

“ah sorry, i’m just anxious.” you hesitate before asking, “can you hold me?”

“of course love.” he gently says and he wraps his arms around you.

you both stand there quietly in each other’s embrace as minutes pass, until your body has stopped shaking and your breaths are even. jimin pulls away just enough to face you and gives you a small smile before placing a soft peck onto your lips.

“lets get you in the shower, yeah? and then we can lay down and cuddle and you could help me understand how you feel. or if you’re too tired we can wait to talk tomorrow.”

a tear slips out of your eye as you murmur a “thank you.”

[helenazbmrskai]

It’s all timing - pjm

– If you’re searching for a light and fluffy read well, this won’t be your cup of tea so continue with caution darlings! –

Title – It’s all timing

Pairing – cold husband! Jimin x clocksmith! OC

Genre – fantasy, romance, extreme amount of angst, time travel, smut, marriage, established relationship, Ceo, exes to lovers

Summary – I learnt the hard way that marriage can change a person. I would have never thought that an old watch will let me have a glimpse of my ex-husband’s world but don’t be mistaken I’m not here to fix things. I’m here to change it.

Warning(s) – Jimin is not a loveable character here (until way way later), cheating, mentions of emotional abuse and manipulation, falling in and out of love, the past and present clash a lot, different timelines that may be confusing, this is going to be a wild ride girls and boys, themes of depression and sadness, feeling of worthlessness, and self-image distortion, numbness, discussion of not wanting to have children. Unedited.

Word Count – (5.2k)

[21st March 2021]

Things between us were not always complicated. Our friendship was always exceptional even when friends fought and sought different ways after freshman year at the local Community College, Jimin and I were glued to each other’s side and maybe that’s why no one was surprised as we announced our plans to get married after we graduated.

The new world that greeted us after we finished high school only seemed meaningful because I had Jimin by my side. At that time I had no idea I’ll fall for him this hard, he literally became the extension of myself, my arms and limbs and the lungs that kept me alive. He was my first serious boyfriend even though I dated a few guys here and there before him but none of those relationships seemed to work out either because of me or the guy. Jimin is someone who could easily have his ways with words so when he decided to show interest in me as in more than friends, it was inevitable that I would give in. He was a wonderful lover in the beginning. Passionate and loving, we had many movie nights that ended up with his hands down my pants as his thick fingers rubbed my clit. He bought me flowers and comforted me when I had a bad day.

His cunning smile could get him out of a lot of trouble. Maybe that’s why I never saw the other side of him that sometimes peeked through his carefully crafted mask. I decided to ignore all the red flags until I found myself in a loveless marriage with a man that I couldn’t recognise anymore. Once I realised what had happened it was already too late.

 [12nd November 2018]

Jimin hated the fact that I was a heavy sleeper. He even threatened me once that he’ll sleep in the guest room if he had to wake up one more time to my alarm relentlessly ringing while I showed no signs of waking up any time soon.

My workspace was on the other side of town. The rent was cheap so it was worth the extra miles and the full tank of gas in my car but because of it I had to wake up extra early so I could finish showering then I would go to the kitchen to make lunch for Jimin to take with him to work and still have enough time to get ready with a freshly brewed coffee in one hand and toast in the other. Even after our first year in marriage passed by like a flash, Jimin continued to be his affectionate self, he showered me with kisses and felt needy for my touch.

It was one of our best years together. Jimin started to get more involved with his father’s company and my workshop began to gain more popularity to my greatest surprise. While I was working on an old clock that was brought into my shop by an old married couple a few hours ago my focus kept wandering back to this morning. Smiling under my nose as I thought back to why I was late to open up my little workshop this particular morning.

Jimin likes to be spontaneous he always calls me a bore when I hesitate to try out new things but this time he did not have to do much convincing before I agreed. It was weirdly satisfying to wake up to Jimin’s head buried between the juncture of my thighs, shaking and aroused even though I couldn’t feel or hear him do all those sinful things to me while I was asleep. I didn’t feel him take off my panties or lift the covers to expose my bare centre to his hungry eyes and when our gazes met he proudly told me how well I took his fingers even while I was unconscious.

Experimenting was not something I was willing to do before Jimin showed me the appeal of trying out new things. With him by my side, I felt invincible like I could conquer the world if he stays next to me holding my hand tight.

We outlived all expectations. They said high school sweethearts don’t last, well, we did.  Even though both of our parents were against the idea of us marrying each other so young we ended up doing just that. Jimin proposed after we got our diploma and I said yes. We lived together as roommates throughout all those years we spent together studying and we moved in together after both of us got our first jobs as postgrads.

I was happy it felt like we were at the top of the world but if I had known that after that year everything will go downhill I would have tried to be happier.

 [24th December 2019]

Do you know what are the telltales of cheaters? Well, it starts with subtle changes in his behaviour, you begin to see him less he makes up excuses of having too much work to do or stress so that he could avoid your advances.

He tries to make it up to you with expensive gifts but they mean nothing after the tenth impersonal present because all you would ever want is his attention and love instead of those pathetic attempts of showing their devotion with empty words. The last and most important one on the list is the new anonymous contact on his phone that shows several phone calls and text messages back and forth for hours.

Jimin did all of those.

He stopped experimenting with me. He would fuck me from behind even when I told him I want to see his face. No foreplay, no more cute nose kisses and breathless laughs between the acts of lust and playful wandering fingers.

He no longer cared if I finished first or not at all because after he was done it meant it was over. Jimin took a shower and crawled into bed facing away from me now that this task was taken care of. After the fifth time that he left me hanging, I gathered all the courage that’s left in me to stop his hands from dipping under my pants. I felt disgusted and used he made me think I’m a mere fucktoy that he can discard once it lost its appeal.

I had one of the worst days at work. The clock I was working on was missing a crucial part that I could only import from abroad and the man who wanted it fixed told me to don’t bother because he can’t afford such an expensive repair. It was not something that I could control, the clock was antique for fucks sake. He left without paying for my services even though I told him it was not the only part that I needed to change.

On my way home, a drunk man almost crashed into me with his Sedan and it left me a little shaken up, it was justified to feel the way I was and when Jimin tried to make a move on me by groping my breasts without asking permission first I just snapped.

Not one to back up he snapped right back and it led to one of our ugliest fights. I couldn’t believe the words he so carelessly let out from between those poisonous lips. We had quarrels before every couple has that, it’s normal to disagree to some extents but he went too far this time around. It’s not just the words that left me a crying mess on our bedroom floor with snot stuffing my nostrils, sniffing and rubbing the tears from my swollen eyes. I broke down once I heard the front door shut with a force that made the windows shake. It was past midnight when I heard shuffling and muffled voices, I knew Jimin was back so I cracked the door open just enough to peek into the dark living room.

It was not just Jimin, the smell of alcohol penetrated my nostrils as I watched my husband with disgust, making out with a girl in our shared apartment. I couldn’t believe the audacity he had to bring this chick back where we’re supposed to live together, it was just too much. Hearing him ram into her from the guest bedroom while I cried in our shared bedroom with just one wall separating us. I bet he didn’t even hear the front door closing while I dialled my friend’s number to pick me up. He couldn’t have heard that over that girl’s loud moaning.

I don’t remember when I finally stopped crying in my friend’s arms. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her what happened. It was enough humiliation to witness my once loving husband come home with a quick fuck after a fight, it doesn’t matter that he was reeking of expensive shots of alcohol. It didn’t make his actions any less painful.

My heart broke into a million more pieces when I saw him calling me the next day. I didn’t have the guts to pick up, all I could see was him kissing another girl. I bet he was so drunk that he couldn’t remember anything, I wonder if he yelled at the girl in the morning to get the fuck out once he realised it’s not me who lays beside him. Wishful thinking on my part, he probably fucked her in the morning too just before he called me.

Somi finds my body doubled over her toilet throwing up water since it’s been a while I last ate. She helps me through it and gently gathers my hair into a loose ponytail so I won’t get any in my hair as beads of sweat and tears are rolling down my face. My body works on autopilot going through the cleaning motions as I take a burning hot shower and then lay down to get some rest. My body aches and the fatigue is evident in every lazy flutter of my lashes.

I hear his voice, pleading to my friend to let him see me. Now it’s dark outside, it must be hours that I slept through. Somi denies that I’m here and I’m thankful for her quick understanding, the last thing I want right now is to face him. Even though I never told her what happened between us she could sense that it’s more than just a little lovers quarrel.

Our second anniversary would have been next month but instead of roses and kisses next to a dimly lit dinner table, there’s only a big envelope with papers. Divorce papers. The first time he sees me after a month of silence is to have his signature that would end this relationship for good. Today should have been a nice memory filled with laughter and passionate lovemaking. Maybe we were never meant to find each other. Better off as friends, these simple yet powerful words might have saved our future back then if one of us were brave enough to say it.

Jimin looks worn out, it’s obvious he rushed here from his office once you called, he wears his formal attire. He didn’t think you would show up even though it’s supposed to be the day that you should celebrate another year of marriage.

The papers lay heavy on his side of the table as he skims through the content he sees that you already signed your part. He picks up the pen that I prepared in advance, his hands are shaking almost crushing the poor stationery in half with the strength that he holds it.

”I don’t want to d-divorce.” It’s the first sentence that he says to me. His lips are quivering and fat tears are rolling down his cheeks by the time he dares to look into my eyes. I’m however are past the point of shedding crocodile tears. I cried over him enough times to make my face feel numb and puffy with the amount of sadness that poured out of my body in pathetic waves. I can’t keep eye contact for long as his face keeps reminding me of that night I tried so hard to erase from my memory this past month. A part of me is furious seeing him cry, he was the one who sealed out fate. He has no right to feel sad or plead with me to give him another chance.

”If you ever loved me, you will sign it. I give you a week to do the right thing.” With those last words, our anniversary ended.

 [13rd October 2020]

”It’s been a whole year after your divorce, don’t you think it’s time to get yourself out there again?” So this is why she wanted to see me I realise.

I know Somi means well, but I dread those words coming out of her mouth every once in a while. If I think about it she was always good at choosing the worst timing to bring the subject up. She’s not aware that this particular day holds a lot of those sour memories that I once cherished. This day was once one of the most important days to me, to us.

Today is Jimin’s Birthday, it’s the first time since we became friends and then later lovers that we don’t spend this day together anymore. I don’t know how to feel about it yet. I used this new year to heal from my wounds that the love of my life left behind. Getting used to living alone after living with someone for so long was tough. I caught myself making more food than I needed or when I was shopping I got those yoghurts that Jimin loves so much even though I’ve always hated the taste of those. I end up throwing them out at home. I blocked his number and any kind of social media that I could think of from the top of my head. The silence between us was crushing at first, I thought that there are no more tears left to shed but when I got our divorce papers from my attorney I couldn’t stop the new waves of tears from escaping.

Yet all my efforts seem to be in vain as my mind keeps going back to him. I catch myself wondering how he’s doing. If he feels as shitty as me even after a full year apart. If he ever wished things would have been different between us. I just wanted to know if he ever regretted destroying our marriage because of another girl. I don’t know if they are together or not or if he dates her now that I’m out of the picture but it’s better left this way. I’m already heartbroken, seeing him again would just open up my barely healed wounds.

”Can we not talk about this today? I’m feeling kinda low right now.” I sigh, shaking my head habitually if only it would make me stop thinking about him. There’s an old fashioned watch with a silver-coated socket in front of me, it’s pretty. A middle-aged woman brought it to me today telling me that it was a gift from his grandfather but it was never in working condition. She went to several locksmiths over the years but no one could fix it so she asked at last that I would be willing to pay for it. I found it interesting so I agreed to buy it from her. I started working on the old watch and at the beginning, it didn’t want to tick even when I made the necessary changes. I just couldn’t figure out what was wrong with it when seemingly it didn’t have anything that needed to be fixed.

On my way home after a rough day at work, I bought some soju from the corner convenience store so I could at least get drunk enough to sleep through the whole night. The pills my therapist prescribed for me doesn’t seem to work at all nowadays.

I placed the watch down onto my bedside table and pulled the comforter over my drunk head. I heard the loud ticking of a clock but I don’t remember having one on the wall. I thought that my drunk mind probably was still hung up on the fact that I couldn’t even fix a simple watch so I shrugged the noises off and closed my eyes until red dots filled my vision.

I just need some sleep.

 [13rd November 2018]

”Wake up, baby. You’ll be late again.” There’s a kiss on my shoulder then on my temple as warm hands turn me around in bed. It feels oddly familiar to have two hands around my waist that pulls me into a hard chest, blond fluffy hair fills my vision once my eyelashes flutter open.

I’m back in our shared bedroom at his lavish apartment that’s a lot better than the shitty apartment that I was able to afford after our messy divorce. Divorce? Wait. A. Fucking. Minute. What is Jimin doing here holding me? It’s been too long that I saw him but he looks oddly young here, the Jimin I last saw started to get wrinkles and lost a bit of weight but this man reminds me of the boy I fell in love with. I remember getting drunk last night but I’m sure even at the state I was in I couldn’t get here on my own and I don’t remember getting a taxi or even getting up from my bed last night. I frantically search for my phone that I conveniently find on the nightstand, speechless as I watch Jimin stretch like we just didn’t share a bed together after one year of not seeing each other. He shouldn’t look so relaxed while I panic internally.

Then I see the date as my phone screen activates with my touch. I don’t use this phone anymore, I got another one after I blocked Jimin’s number because this device was a birthday present from him that kept reminding me of, well, him so I decided to change it even though I couldn’t afford a similar model like this with my single salary. I remember this day like it only happened yesterday it was around the time that he got a good position at his father’s company and we were both invited to a found raiser event. I bought this beautiful red dress that he eagerly ripped off of me once we were back at home slightly buzzed on the champagne.

It doesn’t make sense though. The only explanation that I can come up with is that I might be still drunk and I’m hallucinating of some sort after all it was just yesterday that Jimin’s birthday made me think about us again.

I lock myself into the bathroom. Sighing in relief once I am able to get away from Jimin’s inquiring eyes. He looked so confused when I refused to kiss him on the lips. I always kissed him goodbye before I went to work when things were still good between us. I just don’t know what to make of things right now, I’m so confused. It doesn’t feel like a dream at all and Jimin acts like he’s my husband rather than my ex-husband who cheated on me.

I splash some water on my face to calm down my nerves and I gasp when I look at my reflection in the mirror. My hair, it’s long. I got rid of those long locks after our divorce was done, Jimin liked my hair like this, long and curly, so I decided to cut it short.

”Baby, did you bring your work home? I don’t remember seeing this old thing on our nightstand when we went to sleep.” Eyes widening I rip open the bathroom door startling Jimin as I grab the old watch out of his hands. The digits are frozen one at eight and the other at one. 18. 2018? Jimin catches my hand mid-air as I try to slap myself so I could make sure this is not a dream.

”Baby say something. You’re scaring me. Are you alright?” Jimin holds my hand gently thumbs rubbing my skin as his eyes express his worry. It’s been a while since he was so affectionate. He stopped caring for me after he found that girl. I let him pull me into a hug, I missed this. I missed him but this moment doesn’t change the fact that the Jimin I loved so much cheated on me.

I left to go to work earlier than I used to around this time and I know Jimin noticed. I told him to get some takeout for lunch too.

I worked on the clocks hoping that it will distract me but it just made me think of what happened this morning more. Doing it the second time around made the process easier, I knew what was wrong with the clocks before I get them into pieces. I even remembered the young couple who brought an expensive watch to get it more fitted to his arms and he accidentally left his bracelet on my working bench after trying on the watch to see it fits after the adjustments.

Jimin sulked a little after I denied his kisses but he didn’t force me and for that I was thankful. He nagged me even when we were surrounded by his father’s workers at the found raising event to tell him what made me ’mad’ at him because he wants to apologize properly if he did something wrong. I didn’t say anything, I couldn’t just tell him he should apologize for something he will do in the future, it will just make me the weird one.

I was nervous to go home after the event because I remember how this night was supposed to end. My hand tightens around his arm when I see her approach us. I feel my stomach sink when she smiles at the both of us, introducing herself as Jimin’s coworker. I didn’t remember meeting her here but at that time I had no idea she’ll be the one who my husband cheats on me with. It was dark that day but I remember her blonde hair and her voice. I remember her moaning Jimin’s name.

”Y/N?” I snap my head towards the sound of his voice. He looks concerned it’s not the first time tonight that he had to repeat what he said. I feel sick, my body subconsciously leans on him to get a grip of reality.

I realised this is when it began. Her smile is anything but genuine as she fakes her concern, I can see the jealousy in her dark orbs as she watches my hand around my husband’s arm. She wanted him for herself all this time. She just doesn’t know yet that she succeeded a year after. A tear slid down my cheeks but I aggressively got rid of it before it could reach my chin. Jimin caged me between his strong arms drawing soothing circles onto my back but it doesn’t affect my body positively how it used to I cried harder inside his arms.

Jimin excused us and she relented even though it was clear as day that she wanted to send me daggers through her stare rather than her wishes for me to get better. The car ride was silent, he didn’t let go of my hand and I let him. I let this version of Jimin comfort me because he didn’t do anything wrong, not yet. He had no idea that this was our last happy years spent together before everything went downhill after that.

He held me in his arms.

 [5th March 2019]

After my revisit of 2018, I realised a few things. Firstly, I can travel between time with that old watch that only seem to works for a short period of time until it stops at the year I want to visit. The second thing I learnt is that Jimin can be manipulated with the right words. I decided after that night I saw her face raging with malice and jealousy that I’ll find out what really had happened between them. I know Jimin loved me even though I had doubts about it after our divorce. I knew him well we spend so much time together as friends even before we started dating. However, I never thought he would go so low as to cheat on his wife.

He was always gentle and understanding with me. Accepting the fact that I didn’t want to have children. He loved them but accepted me for who I was and never questioned why I felt this way. He was a good man, a good husband.

So I decided to watch him from afar and when she thought no one was looking, she showed her teeth like a venomous snake planting ideas into Jimin’s head talking shit about me, twisting my actions and words; going as far as telling him she thinks I am cheating on him! I know those pictures were fake as I did no such thing. I was so in love with him I would never betray him like that.

Then I remembered his odd change in behaviour, how he treated our once lovemaking sessions as fucking. How he couldn’t look into my eyes while he buried his dick inside my cunt made sense in a way now.

He thought I was the one who played him. He let himself believe that I was late from our dinners because I was fucking someone behind his back and when I told him I’m not in the mood to have sex. He got even angrier he thought that if I lied to his face he will show me what pain feels like by fucking that snake in our guest bedroom. My head was swimming overwhelmed with this information.

The truth hurt like hell.

I thought I will feel somewhat better once I discovered the truth but I feel even shitter. Jimin believed her, he didn’t bother to ask me if I was indeed cheating on him but can I really blame him? I didn’t ask either when I suspected it. We let our insecurities and that jealous bitch stand in between our marriage making it crumble down to pieces. I was angry, raging as my hand shook with it and it led me back to that day it happened. It felt too late to fix things so I closed my eyes and turned the clock. Leaving everything behind. Once and for all.

There’s nothing left for me to change in our past, I can’t fix our past mistakes but maybe I could change things in the future. Starting with exposing that snake. I wasn’t even surprised to see her as the head of the newly developed department.

[11st April 2021]

Jimin took over the firm after his father fell ill as I got to know from her assistant. I could tell she was surprised to see my face but even more surprised to realise it’s not Jimin’s whereabouts that I want to know but rather hers.

I shouldn’t be this smug about the fact that he cut all ties with her after our divorce. Deep down he was still a good man who couldn’t believe the fact that he fucked someone else while his wife cried next door with just one thin wall separating them.

I pictured this moment in my head a lot after I came back from the past. I’m way past the hurt and anger that settled in my bones for a full year and even before that. Instead, I felt eerily calm for someone who’s here to put up a show for the employees. I don’t even care if they think I’m crazy because once I locate her in her cubicles and dig my hair into her scalp pulling her hair hard with my iron grip all I could feel is utter satisfaction.

”I hope you enjoyed your good fuck. Was it satisfying to make my husband a cheater? I bet it was. Did you think I will never find out that you fed him lies and spread rumours about me sleeping around with men?”

Even the security watched as I pulled her by the hair the commotion around us almost drowned out the crying noises she made because of the pain. I didn’t pull that hard though, I hate her with every fibre of my being but I’m not a malicious person like her. She would deserve worse than what I’m doing but I never want to go down to her level ever again so I let her go.

”How did you found out?” She looked pale as a ghost. I know she was scared she had every right to be because I’m sure I have that crazy look in my eyes.

”It doesn’t matter. What does matter, however, is that now I know what you did to him. All for what? Just to have him all to yourself? Look how that turned out for you.” The people around us fell silent that’s how I knew Jimin is here. So I took a step closer to her and smiled.

”I never cheated on him but you know this well. This is not even why I feel so angry. The reason why I want to rip your hair out right this instant is not because you spread lies and badmouthed me but because you made him a cheater.”

It’s his first time seeing me after our divorce but I’ve been seeing him these past weeks thanks to the old watch. This time around I was able to look into his eyes and see that boy I fell in love with. We went through so much together, maybe.

Maybe we can overcome this too.

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▎ 18+ ▎ pairing: Hired dom!Jimin x Y/N ▎ genre: smut, some fluff ▎ word count: 6.4k ▎ warnings: soft!dom!jimin, bdsm-esque themes, spanking/cropping, bruising, fingering both holes at once lol, some edging, cursing, biting/marking, restraints, some cockwarming, unprotected sex, cum eating, Jimin might catch some feels for his client lmao

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You arrange a meeting with a hired dom for the night, whom (mis)guides you through the pleasures of pain.

You stood in front of the building, checking the GPS on your phone an extra three times before you finally accepted the fact that this was, indeed, the right address. Gathering all the courage you could muster, you took a deep breath before stepping inside of the luxurious hotel, earning your fair share of looks from people who clearly were of higher status, probably wondering what the hell you were doing there. With a backpack in your hands.

You’d arranged a meeting with a hired dom for a variety of reasons. One, you were single. Two, the times where you weren’t, nobody had ever been able to, or dared to do the things you wanted done to you. Three, one night stands wouldn’t do. You needed somebody experienced, somebody who knew what they were doing, and that you could trust.

Not that you could say for sure that you’d be able to feel fully comfortable, but the chances were high.

You’d kept in contact with Park Jimin for a while, he was incredibly patient and open to any questions or worries on your end. He was very comforting, and easily made you feel at ease. So, that’s where you finally decided to hire him as your daddy dom for the night.

The previous day he’d sent you a list of what to bring; If you had any preferred toys, a lingerie of your own choice (even though he gave his own opinion; slutty.), and of course, just yourself. He’d take care of the rest.

You quickly made your way towards the room with the number you were informed of, hovering outside the door for probably a minute. But it was the longest minute of your life, your nerves getting to you as it felt almost impossible to raise your hand to knock.

Another deep breath, you’d be fine, you could do this, manifesting the courage within to finally bring your knuckles against the door with a light tap.

A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal the very man himself in the flesh. The blonde had a soft smile on his face, dressed simple with a black v-neck and matching black ripped jeans, stepping aside to give you enough space to join him in the room. As you did so, he closed the door behind you, the click of the lock causing you to yelp quietly, turning to the man, who still looked incredibly soft. Was he really the dom he claimed to be?

‘’Y/N.’’ His smile grew as he stepped closer, however with just enough space between the two of you to extend a hand in a greeting. Weird. But you took his offer nonetheless, returning the smile, ‘’Hi… uh, Jimin?’’

‘’That’s right…’’ He let your smaller hand linger between his fingers, eyes roaming down your figure for a mere moment before he continued, ‘’Care for something to drink while we discuss the rules?’’

‘’Uh, water would be great, thank you..’’ 

Jimin glanced at you over his shoulder as he headed over to the kitchen, a lopsided smile on his lips when he noticed how your doe eyes are looking around the room. Was this really a hotel room? It looked more like a penthouse, it was probably double-- or even triple the size of your own apartment. You quietly followed him, still in awe by your surroundings. He turns to hand you the simple glass of water, his fingers softly grazing yours as you accept it, immediately chugging it down with a nervous gulp.

‘’First time?’’ Jimin suddenly asked, causing you to almost choke on the last mouthful of water-- luckily you were able to get it down with a tight swallow before you embarrassed yourself.

‘’W-why? Does that matter…’’

‘’Well, yeah,’’ the blonde kept his reassuring smile on his lips, taking the glass from you to set it on the counter before he guides you towards the couch in the living room, urging you to sit down next to him, ‘’I’d like to be aware of your level of experience, so I know what to discuss with you before we begin… So, is this your first time?’’ 

‘’It’s my first time with a professional,’’ You admit, shifting your weight in your seat, ‘’I’ve tried before with previous partners, but…’’

‘’But?’’ Jimin pushed, urging you to continue.

‘’They were too… nice?’’ 

‘’So, what is it that you want? For me to be unkind?’’ ‘’No,’’ Your gaze fell on Jimin, who’s unwavering eyes were piercing through you, causing a shiver to run down your spine, ‘’No but... I want you to hurt me .. I mean--  really hurt me.’’ ‘’I can do that.’’

For just a split second, Jimin swore he could see your eyes glaze over with an unnamed emotion. Excitement, or something within that realm, perhaps? You quickly gathered yourself, however, keeping your hands clasped together in your lap.

‘’I assume you’ve got a pain kink?’’ Jimin bluntly asked, he was getting genuinely curious about you. It was obvious to him that you did, but he couldn’t help but wonder what you’d answer. You were probably one of his most interesting clients so far-- if not ever. You seemed so reserved, and yet here you were, with a hired dom, asking for him to hurt you.

When you replied with nothing but a nod, Jimin continued, ‘’Does pain actually feel good to you, or is it simply the concept of being hurt that gets you off?’

‘’I… both, I suppose?’’ You felt your face heat up from answering the question, feeling a bit embarrassed, however you continued with your response, ‘’If the pain is sufficient enough, it’s like…. My mind shuts off, and my skin feels like it’s electrified all over.’’

Jimin hummed… He wondered if he’d be able to push you past that point during tonight's session. He was sure of it.

‘’So, you would like for us to focus on impact play during our time together?’’ Jimin kept his attentive eyes on you, tilting his head slightly to the side in question. He already knew this from previous interactions with you through the hiring process, of course, but he wanted to have it verbally confirmed so that there would be no misunderstandings.

‘’Yeah..’’ 

‘’Another thing I’d like to bring up…’’ Jimin seemed a little... surprised, to say the least, but kept his professional mask on as he continued, ‘’Is sex something you’re expecting?’’

Your leg anxiously bounces underneath your clasped hands, lower lip clamped between your teeth, ‘’If… If it’s on the table.’’

‘’Are you sure?’’ Jimin questions you once more, just to make sure that you’re certain of what you want. 

‘’Yes.’’ You nod, voice finally the most stable and confident it’s probably sounded since you got here.

‘’Okay, great!’’ Jimin smiles, leaning back into the couch comfortably, ‘’Then let’s go over do’s and don’ts before we begin, shall we?’’

He waits for your response, which simply once again was in the form of a nod.

‘’Spanking?’’ ‘’Yes.’’ ‘’Flogging?’’ You nod.

Jimin pauses for a second, his small smile reappearing, ‘’Restraints?’’

You hesitated, eyes flickering between Jimin’s before nodding.

‘’Okay,’’ The blonde replied, making a mental note of your answers, ‘’Any triggers?’’

Your eyebrows were drawn together, ‘’Huh?’’

‘’Like,’’ Jimin gestured with his hand in the air to find the right words for his elaboration, ‘’Is there anything I should avoid doing or saying that you’re not comfortable with?’’

You hummed, thinking for a moment before shaking your head, ‘’No.’’

Jimin mentally crooked an eyebrow at your answer, pursing his lips in thought, ‘’Are you sure?’’

‘’Yes.’’ You almost sighed out your reply, you didn’t want to admit it, but you were growing impatient, ‘’I’m sure.’’

‘’All right,’’ Jimin nods as he gets up from his seat, ‘’We’re almost done with the questions, be patient. Any pet names you’d prefer for me to call you?’’

‘’Uh…. Just, baby? I guess..’’ Your reply sounded more like a question, as if asking him for permission, to which Jimin gave an encouraging nod.

‘’Anything you’d like to call me other than my name? Sir? Daddy, perhaps?’’

‘’I’d rather.. Not talk that much,’’ You seemed less embarrassed by now, your voice growing more confident. Jimin nods once more, ‘’Of course, that’s okay.’’

‘’You mentioned that your previous partners were,’’ he quoted with his fingers in the air, ‘’too nice…. How far did you go with them?’’

‘’Just, spanking…. They always end up feeling too bad about hurting me, so it wouldn’t go much further than that.’’

Jimin tried to hide his growing curiosity behind his mask of professionalism, giving you another nod, ‘’One last thing,’’ he said as he gestured for you to get up from the couch and follow him towards the bedroom, to which you did without hesitation. He stood by the large bed, his grin growing before he spoke once more, ‘’Safeword?’’

‘’Apple.’’

‘Cute’ Jimin mused to himself, stretching his body as his eyes lingered on your smaller frame, ‘’Ready?’’

Finally.

‘’Get completely undressed, baby.’’ Jimin’s tone changed, the softness from earlier no longer existent. The blonde sat down at the foot of the bed, gesturing with his hand how he wanted you to lay down across his lap, ‘’And come.’’

You immediately obeyed his commands, embarrassment long gone after the tedious, but much appreciated, conversation had made you too impatient to care. You swiftly crawled up on the bed, bending over across his lap, giving him a full view of your, for now, unbruised ass.

‘’Pretty, baby,’’ Jimin cooed, smoothing the palm of his hand along with your spine, tracing the curve of your ass until he reaches the part where it meets your thighs, causing a shiver to run down your spine, ‘’Comfortable?’’

‘’Mhm.’’ You hum in response.

As a test, Jimin didn’t warn you before his palm landed on your ass with a light smack. It wasn’t hard at all, nothing compared to what he could, and most likely would, do. But he wanted to see your reaction, which was barely one at all; merely a jump in surprise rather than in pain.

‘’Continue?’’ He asked, a cheeky grin on his face.

‘’Yes.’’ You really, really, wanted more. The slow buildup in which he was going for was almost tortuous.

‘’Good girl,’’ Jimin murmured, surprised by how the petname earned a full body shudder from you, and he took full amusement in this fact. You were full of surprises, weren’t you?

‘’Remember to use the safeword if you can’t take it anymore, okay baby?’’ He reminded you, earning a small nod from you, which was just enough for him to urge him to continue.

And with that, his palm landed on the plump of your ass once more, this time hard enough to draw a gasp from you. But he didn’t stop, his hand striking the same spot over and over, the skin slowly turning into a red, beautiful shade underneath his ministrations.

His mouth was salivating at the gorgeous colour. He noticed how your breathing was quickening, getting heavier-- it was definitely affecting you, giving Jimin a reason to smirk at how easily he had you worked up. He stopped for a moment, noting how you almost whined at the loss, wiggling your ass to taunt him.

Jimin tugged your hair, pulling your head back to look at your face with a smirk evident on his own, ‘’Continue?’’

‘’Yes’’ you breathed out, eyes fluttering as they met his. You already started to look out of it, and it was rewarding to his eyes. He hadn’t even begun, and he had a feeling you’d let him continue until your ass was basically painted with bruises.

‘’Get comfortable on the bed for me, baby. Let’s take a short break.’’

And with that, he did mean a short break. You got off his lap to sit on the bed, watching him in confusion as he stood up to grab his bag, digging in it for the tools he needed for the next part, a small glance over his shoulder to check on you, ‘’Have you ever had a crop or a cane used on you?’’

You shook your head, curiosity and excitement evident in your eyes, which made Jimin’s smile widen as he approached you once more, with the two tools mentioned in his hand, ‘’Turn over for me, ass up. I want to make sure you can handle the sensation… It’s not the same as a hand.’’

Jimin relished in how much you seemed to trust him, scrambling to get on your knees on the bed, exposing your ass and already glistening cunt for him. He was basically a complete stranger to you, but here you were, giving yourself to him to take care of you. And oh, did he plan to.

He moved closer, his hand giving your ass a soft squeeze, drawing a small breath to push your lips. Jimin was testing you, even though you said it was okay to touch you-- even expected him to fuck you eventually, it almost felt like touching you was something forbidden. And that made it more intriguing. Jimin’s own breath was getting heavier, lower lip clamped between his teeth at the sight of your holes. It was a delicious sight, and he couldn’t wait for them to be spread open for him, bruised and completely blossomed with a reddish tone when he’s done with you.

Jimin opted to start off by using the crop, meaningly tapping it against the part where your ass meets your thighs, causing you to tense up just ever so slightly.

‘’This will sting.’’ He warned, but not giving you enough time to react before he swatted your ass. You nearly collapsed face down on the bed, forearms placed on the mattress, another gasp earned. But you could take it, you wanted more, wiggling your ass in the air for him as he watches the line of red form on the skin. Knowing you could handle it, he set down the crop to grasp the cane instead, ‘’And this will be a lot sharper than the previous one.’’

If you thought the crop hurt, then the cane would definitely, really hurt. But that’s exactly what you wanted. Jimin just wasn’t sure if you were really ready for that kind of pain, ‘’Ready?’’

You tensed up, hesitating to answer as you felt the hard material of the cane tap against your ass.

‘’We can stick with the crop if you’d like.’’ Jimin teased, letting the material smooth against the bruised part of your ass. You shook your head, ‘’I want to try.’’

‘’Are you certain?’’ He questioned, knowing you’d say yes, but he wanted confirmation.

You nod, positioning yourself more comfortably, adamant to take what Jimin had planned for you, body tensing up just a tad bit in preparation for the blow.

The cry that left your lips when the cane struck across your ass was a blessing to Jimin’s ears, your body jolting forward, clawing at the sheets. Your felt tears form in the corners of your eyes before tightly screwing them shut, pressing your cheek against the pillow underneath your head.

‘’Too much?’’ Jimin cooed, and your nod in response was enough for him to toss the cane aside, instead focusing on softly smooth his hands over your ass, soothing the stinging sensation on your bruised skin, ‘’You’re doing so well, baby, it’s okay..’’

‘’Y-you can still use the crop..’’ Your muffled voice surprised him, earning a chuckle from the gorgeous blonde,

‘’Yeah? You sure? Well, I guess.. The customer’s always right.’’ He smiles, ‘’Ready to continue, baby?’’

‘’C-could I have some water first?’’

‘’Certainly,’’ Jimin’s heart almost burst at the small request, ‘’Sit up.’’ He instructed as he headed to grab a water for you, handing it to your small, naked frame as he sat down next to you. He watched you drink, and Jimin couldn’t help but feel something stir in his stomach. But, why? He had no reason to feel anything. He’d done this countless times under much heavier circumstances… But never once, did he feel this. Maybe it was your innocence, yet devilish desires that intrigued him, but the purity surrounding you made him feel like he wanted to protect you from the bad in this world; not introduce you to new ones.

He shrugged his thoughts off, he was determined to give you everything you desired, and that’s it. Nothing more, nothing less.

When you were ready, you returned into position; thighs spread wide, ass up, ready once again for the crop to paint your beautiful skin in red.

‘’Such an obedient babygirl,’’ He praised, getting up and without a second to waste, the crop cut through the air with a whistle before it smacked across your ass once more, adding to the many lined bruises adorning your skin, ‘’Taking everything I give you so well.’’

You noticed that his dominant persona slowly grew, probably because he finally started to get a feel of what you could and couldn’t handle. You shuddered at the praise, he didn’t even need to touch you, but he decided to reward you with it anyway, letting his hand carefully smooth up the inside of your thigh up to your ass, letting his thumb gently brush over the delicate flesh between your plump cheeks.

He quickly withdrew his hand when you started to wiggle your hips, earning a needy whine from you at the loss of his touch. This was the first time he touched you like this, but it certainly wasn’t the last.

Jimin switched the crop into his other hand before he lashed at your skin again, this time at the back of your thighs, much harder and faster than previously, continuously whipping until your thighs were adorned with streaks of red.

The sounds you made were a swirling mix of sobs and grunts, unable to hold back your cries as your entire body was trembling with each impactful strike.

Jimin was honestly amazed by how well you took this, his own bulge straining against the fabrics of his pants. He wanted to force more noises and reactions out of you.. He wanted more of you, so much more. But there was time, he was patient. This night was all about you, after all.

‘’Reach back and spread yourself wide for me, baby.’’ He instructed, and you instantly obliged, feeling the embarrassment of exposing yourself further to his eyes as your hands tightly grasped the flesh of your cheeks to spread them, your soppy folds glistening in need for more.

He didn’t ask whether or not you were okay to continue, not wanting to break the immersion of the scene this time as he falls deeper into his role. He trusted you to use your safeword if needed from now on.

‘’If you’re a really, really good girl for me…’’ He paused for the mere intensity of the anticipation of his next words, ‘’I’ll let you cum tonight, play with you until you can’t take it anymore.’’

You obviously loved the sound of that, your body trembling and wiggling for him, causing his lips curl up into a smirk, ‘’I want you to count for me. Four spanks. Go on.’’

‘’One.’’ you breathed out as he this time opted to use his palm again, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing.

‘’T-two!’’ the blunt nails of your fingers dug into the skin of your ass, but managed to hold still nonetheless as the second spank striked.

‘’Three! A-ah fuck!’’ You cursed and hissed, the third strike landing directly on your wet cunt, catching you by surprise, body jolting forward at the impact, falling flat on your stomach as you broke the position you were told to stay still in. Tears started to trickle down your cheeks, but Jimin hadn’t heard you word out the safeword, so he didn’t break his cold, hard expression, maintaining his dominant persona.

‘’Ah, ah….’’ Jimin tutted, ‘’Back into position. You still owe me one more.’’

For a moment, Jimin almost believed that you’d use your safeword on him, maybe he’d pushed you too far. But when you eagerly moved back into position for him, hands quivering as they once more spread yourself for him, knowing exactly what you got yourself into.

The final strike was fast and punishing, not even giving you the chance to count before it landed on your sore skin, a content hum vibrating in Jimin’s chest.

‘’Good girl,’’ Jimin praised, gently soothing his palm over your abused ass, ‘’Take a moment to relax.’’, and as if on cue, your small frame collapsed on the mattress, letting the soft duvet soothe the stinging bruises when you rolled over to your back.

While giving you your well deserved break, Jimin dug through his bag for additional supplies, your curious eyes following his every move, squinting to see what he’d planned for you next.

Jimin came back to the bed, climbing up on it himself to sit on his knees as he instructed for you to get back into the original position he preferred you to be in, to which you didn’t waste any time in complying to his wishes. He placed a pillow underneath your head to ensure your comfort, your cheek pressing onto the soft duvet. He’d brought two pairs of handcuffs with him, and a bottle of lube that he placed on the bed by his knees as he got to work, cuffing your wrist and ankle together on one side, and once again on the other. He trailed his fingers down your spine before pushing down, forcing you to arch your back further for him.

‘’This okay?’’ Jimin tilted his head to glance down at you, referring to the cuffs mainly.

‘’Yeah,’’ You easily replied, the strain in your voice completely vanished by now. However, Jimin intended to get that right back.

‘’Good, want you to be as comfortable as possible for this next part.’’ Jimin smiled as he moved to sit behind you, gaze roaming over your bruised skin until it lands on your core, ‘’Gonna use my fingers now.’’ He whispered out the words just loud enough, watching your hole clench around nothing as he said so. His hand softly caressed the back of your thigh, slowly inching towards your middle before letting his thumb glide between your slick folds, ‘’Continue?’’

‘’Please,’’ You gasped, being deprived of such a simple sensation for this long was driving you mad, ‘’Continue, please.’’

Jimin’s thumb continuously teased your hole, spreading the wetness across your folds as he leaned in to place a soft kiss on the back of your thigh, drawing a gasp from you. Greedy for more reactions, he nipped at your skin with his teeth, testing the waters once more.

When your reactions were nothing but inviting, he bit down hard on your bruised skin, leaving in indent of his teeth on you as he pulled back to check on you, his finger now soaked from teasing you throughout.

You were practically crying, breath heavy as your cheek pressed against the pillow, tears soaking the cloth beneath you. Jimin considered whether he should clean this up, give you another break, but decides to leave it as is. You could use your safeword, and you could breathe, so Jimin ignored this continuous urge to treat you as if you were a fragile little flower.

Jimin slowly let the tip of his finger sink into your cunt without warning, just enough so that it was nail-length deep inside. From now on, there would be no breaks unless you told him so yourself.

Earning more whines from  you, fighting the urge to push yourself against his fingers-- luckily, you didn’t have to fight it for long as you felt the sudden stretch of him sinking two digits inside of you without a word, his greed for more reactions growing.

And just as he expected, maybe even hoped; you were already squirming in your restraints, the chain of the cuffs clicking as it was straining against your attempts to move, barely able to hold yourself up, causing Jimin to tightly hold your hip with his free hand as he’s using his other to fuck his fingers into you without mercy, forcing more cries and whimpers to push through your lips.

‘’Tell me when you’re close.’’ He utters, his voice incredibly calm in contrast to the way his fingers move in and out of you, the wet squelching noises nearly causing him to groan himself.

Jimin kept his rhythmical pumping of his fingers going until he felt your body tensing up, high-pitched strained wails caught in your throat in between your barely coherent words, ‘’Please…g-gonna ...cum…’’

Jimin suddenly pulled away, leaving you a trembling mess, whining at the loss of his fingers. He brought his fingers close to his face to inspect your juices coating them before bringing them to his mouth, licking them completely clean as he allows a low moan to escape his throat. God, how badly he wanted to just bury his face into your cunt right this second and eat you out until you passed out on him. But for now, this would do, he mused as he gave his fingers one last suck, ensuring he didn’t waste a single drop.

‘’Not yet.’’ Jimin cooed at you, but he knew he wanted you to soon. But first, he wanted to play with you a little more-- you deserved it. He reached for the bottle of lube on the bed, squirting a generous amount on his fingers before coating your other hole. The cold sensation of the liquid makes you yelp, body jerking slightly. But you liked it… Wanted more.

Jimin still didn’t give in to the urges to ask you whether or not it was okay to continue. He knew you’d let him know if it was too much.

‘’Relax.’’ He murmured as he slowly pushed one finger in, easily done with the help of lubrication. You exhaled the breath you didn’t even know you were holding until he forced it out of you, one digit now knuckle deep in you. He kept it still for a moment, circling his finger inside to get you used to the sensation, ‘’You’re doing so well, baby.’’

The praise earned a whine from you, and he was fighting the smile twitching on his lips. He had to maintain his stoic expression for the sake of the play, but you were not making it easy for him.

Sliding his finger back out, he added a second one, the tight fit causing a strained groan to erupt from his throat as he made it fit, gradually forcing them inside until he was once more knuckle deep, ‘’So tight for me.’’

Your breaths were heavy, small whines continuously rolling off your lips as he finally started to move his fingers in and out of you, the lube serving to the squelching noises that gradually became louder the faster he was pumping his fingers into you.

And when you thought it couldn’t get better, it did-- Jimin using his free hand to tease at your cunt. But not for long, as you felt two more fingers entering your soppy hole, drawing out a long, low moan from you. Jimin exhaled deeply at the sight, watching as he had two fingers in each of your holes, alternating in digging as deep into you as he was physically able to.

Jimin leaned to the side to get a glance of your face, tears streaming down your cheeks with eyes tightly screwed shut. It was truly a sight, and the sounds you made only added to his own aching erection pathetically remaining untouched.

‘’Want to hear you, baby,’’ He breathes out, ‘’Don’t hold it in.’’

Your jaw fell slack when he increased the speed, slamming his fingers into you as he pleased, leaning in closer to bite and kiss at the bruised skin of your ass.

Your body tensed up once more at the familiar feeling, both holes tightening around Jimin’s fingers, your moans growing louder and more shameless everytime he keeps his steady rhythm of fucking his digits into both of your clenching holes, ‘’G-god….Gonna..c-cum..’’ You whined, muffling your moans into the pillow, drool staining the duvet.

‘’Good,’’ Jimin purrs, ‘’Cum for me, baby, you’ve done so well..’’

Jimin pulled his fingers out of your ass to solemnly focus on fucking his fingers into your cunt, curling his fingers to hurl you over the edge faster, and he can tell you’re on the edge by the way your hole is gripping around his fingers like a vice grip. With a few more punishing strokes with his curled fingers, your orgasm hits you like a wave of white pleasure, back arching as you choke on a silent cry. He almost cursed out loud at how tightly you were clenching around his digits, keeping them deep inside of you to feel every single throb of your insides, sharp eyes fixated on your core pulsating.

He gives you a moment to catch your breath when he pulls his fingers out, licking them clean once more as he crawls next to you, craning his neck to be able to look at your face. He reaches out to stroke your hair, trying to get your attention, ‘’Good job, baby… Think you can take more?’’

He knows he told himself he wasn’t going to ask, but he wanted to make sure that you even wanted the next part. It wasn’t required, but you yourself had mentioned that you expected it.

You glance up at Jimin, eyes glazed over and drool trickling from the corner of your lips down on the duvet. A small nod served as a reply along with your quiet ‘Please’.

‘’Gonna make me come too, hm?’’ Jimin’s voice was playful, yet stern. It was an odd mix, how he was able to shift between the two different modes was beyond your knowledge. But he made it work. You don’t respond, but he didn’t expect a reply either way, knowing that you’re all in for him. He swiftly grabs your waist to flip you over on your back, crawling up to position himself between your legs, piercing gaze staring directly at you. His attention on you in this sense made you feel small, but you loved it.

Jimin scuffed closer until he was comfortable, lifting your feet up to hook them over his shoulders, one hand firmly grasping your hip as the other gives his throbbing erection a few pumps, eyes never wavering from your face, a cheeky grin growing on his lips as the now familiar question slipped through his teeth, ‘’Continue?’’

You nod, and without hesitation, Jimin aligned himself with your soppy entrance and pushed his cock inside, a drawn out, low groan vibrating in his throat. You let out a muffled cry, automatically turning your head to the side to try to hide your face in the pillow.

‘’What a good girl,’’ Jimin praised, advancing his hips even further until he was buried to the hilt inside of you. He remained still for a moment, relishing in the wet, tight warmth squeezing his throbbing cock, hips pressed against your ass. It took great effort on Jimin’s end to keep himself from moving, to just let himself indulge in his primal instinct screaming at him to fuck you dumb right then and there.

But this wasn’t about him. It was about you.

‘’Baby,’’ Jimin softly said as his hands grasped your thighs, gently rubbing your skin before squeezing the flesh between his fingers, ‘’I need you to help me cum, okay?’’

‘’H-how..?’’ You question, but the way his blunt nails dug into your thighs caused your cunt to tightly clench around his length, drawing a low groan from him.

‘’Like that… Just like that… You’re so good to me.’’ Jimin groaned once more. You whimpered quietly, clenching around him again, this time on purpose.

‘’Keep going, baby..’’ Jimin encouraged, but this time he started to rock his hips back and forth, instead earning a few gasps from you, quickly turning into moans. He was honestly surprised by how every little sound you made felt like a punch in his gut that only made him harder, greedier to hear more.

A groan in frustration left Jimin as his hands moved down to your hips, letting your legs fall from his shoulder as he leaned down closer to you, ‘’You want to be good for me, don’t you?’’ Sweat formed on his temples as he was now fucking into you, hips snapping againt your ass with every thrust, ‘’Come on baby, keep squeezing me tight, please.’’

So you did, desperately clenching around his cock as your body jerks in his hold, every thrust more powerful than the last. The once again familiar pool of heat formed in your lower abdomen, the purposeful tightening around his cock now less in your control, but a mere result of another orgasm building up in you, your jaw hanging open in silent cries.

He notices, pleased with your reactions as he reaches down to grasp your chin between his thumb and index finger, ‘’Gonna cum too, baby? Again?’’ Another moan leaves his lips, the rhythm of his hips never wavering, ‘’Come on, I know you can do it. One more.’’

‘’Can’t…’’ you whined, screwing your eyes shut tightly, but Jimin could tell you were already close. He changed up the rhythm, instead grinding his hips in circles against you, prodding and teasing the sweet spot inside of you that’d have you cumming around his cock in no time, ‘’You can, baby,’’ His low grunt didn’t go unnoticed, ‘’Need you to cum for me.’’

Your body felt like it locked in place, muscles tensing up as your hands claw at the sheets, all while crying out a choked sob. The second time around your orgasm was stronger, amplified by Jimin’s cock, his groans, and his hands in a bruising grip on your hips. It felt like your eyes would roll to the back of your head if he didn’t keep you grounded with his own moans.

‘’F-fuck..! So good to me, gonna cum..’’ Jimin’s eyebrows were drawn together in focus, the layer of sweat glistening on his body as he works you through your orgasm, quickly chasing his own with the help of your tight warmth throbbing around his length. As he finally reached his peak, he swiftly pulled out, wrapping his fingers around his cock to give it a few firm strokes, cum gushing out to pool at your stomach.

Jimin clamped his lower lip between his teeth, lazily stroking his cock to ensure he’s given you every single drop he could offer.

Giving the two of you a short second to catch your breath, he remains seated on his knees between your legs, using two fingers to swipe up some of his come, ‘’Look what a mess.’’ He said with mischief in his tone, bringing his digits to your mouth to let you clean it up. Once you cleaned his fingers properly, he kept collecting more onto his fingers, feeding his come to you until your stomach was clean. A satisfied hum vibrated in Jimin’s chest, his soft smile slowly resurfacing.

‘’Thirsty?’’ He suddenly asks as he rubs your thighs soothingly. Your nod in reply was enough for him, sitting up with a small groan as you watch him head over towards the kitchen to grab the two of you a fresh bottled water. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t checking him out in his post-sex glory as his hips swayed walking away from you.

He quickly returns, crawling up in the bed next to you as he hands you the water, leaving his own on the nightstand for now.

‘’We should get you cleaned up.’’ Jimin suggested.

‘’Yeah,’’ You agreed, but put no effort into moving. Your body was spent.

‘’Maybe later,’’ Jimin snickered, in no hurry whatsoever for you to actually leave as he scuffed up to lean against the headboard, urging for you to do the same, ‘’Come.’’

You crawled up to him, a small groan from the soreness in your body. But eventually, you made it up to settle in his embrace, his arms wrapping around you in a gentle hug. His hand combed through your hair, causing you to look up at him with your doe eyes.

‘’You don’t have to stay, technically.’’ Jimin gave you a crooked smile. A strong urge to just lean in a little further, to press his lips against yours overtook him. But he didn’t.

You ponder for a moment, squeezing yourself against his body further in a hug. It was comforting, ‘’Maybe I want to?’’

‘’Perfect,’’ Jimin’s smile grew wider, and instead of giving in to his urge to kiss your lips, he settles for pressing a peck on your forehead instead, ‘’I don’t want you to leave.’’

And the two of you stayed like that for a long time, just holding each other until you fell asleep in his arms.

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The following morning you woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and roomservice pancakes, Jimin’s smile growing when he saw you slowly stroll over to the kitchen in a t-shirt and underwear. He was merely wearing a pair of sweats, looking awfully domestic for being… Well, for what he was really here to be.

‘’Breakfast?’’ He snickered, already seeing your attention focusing on the food placed on the table, ‘’Go on. All yours… Hm--’’ He hesitated, approaching to stand behind you as you sat down by the table, his hand gently stroking your hair, ‘’I actually have to go.. But, feel free to leave whenever you want.’’

Your eyes grew wider, already a mouthful of pancake stuffed into your mouth, only spurring his smile on to grow wider.

‘’Okay..uh..’’ You felt a little disappointed for some reason, wishing he could stay around for longer. Jimin leans down to press a kiss on your cheek, ‘’Will I see you again?’’

His question was blunt, and sounded innocent in a way-- but if it meant for another session... 

‘’Yeah.’’ You responded almost too quickly, a small smile on your lips. ‘’Good.’’ Jimin’s eyes squinted before he turned on his heels to go get ready,

‘’I left my number on a note by the table.’’

© sombreboy 2020. Do not edit, repost or translate.

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Aftershock ~ PJM [Request]

↬↬↬Word Count: 3.1K

↬↬↬Genre: ANGST!

↬↬↬Pairing: Jimin x Fem!Reader

↬↬↬TRIGGER WARNINGS: Mentions death, Earthquakes, cheating, no happy endings in this one guys, yall really trying to kill me off with the angst here.

It was no secret that Jimin was growing distant from you but you were putting it down to the pressures of his job that was drawing him away from you but lately it had gotten worse.

"What if me and Yerin flew out with you? We could have a family trip in London?" You'd tried suggesting multiple options to Jimin but he shot you down all week telling you about how busy he would be in London, that it wouldn't be any fun for both of you to just sit in a hotel room while he worked all day.

"I can't, it won't be fun for either of you." You sighed looking at the back of his head while he packed up his suitcase for the weekend ahead of him.

"It's just three nights, I'll be back before you know it." He turned around and for a split second you thought he was going to embrace you but he turned to walk out of the room going towards your 10-year-old daughter's bedroom to say goodbye. He kissed the top of her head while she slept, pulling the covers over her body wishing her goodnight before he came back out of the room and came face to face with you.

"But I'm going to miss you," You whispered pulling his tie so he would move closer to you, it had been so long since you'd been this close you'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be next to him.

"My plane- I can't do this Y/n," He stared at you as he placed his hands on your arms the usual heart skipping he got whenever he was close to you had faded, the fact that he could look into your eyes and no longer stutter confirmed everything he'd been feeling over the last couple of months. He was falling out of love with you and into love with somebody else,

"When you come back I'll make sure we have some time together as a family, Yerin missed you." You lied to him, Yerin had been growing distant from her father telling you that there was something off she couldn't put her finger on.

"Sounds like a good idea, I'll have Areum find some places for us." He lied again but you couldn't tell when he was lying to you anymore, it used to be so easy to detect but now it had become so normal for him to lie to you there were no telltale signs anymore.

"That sounds good, are Areum and Jungkook going with you this weekend?" You knew Areum and Jungkook really well since they were Jimin's personal assistants at work but Jimin froze as her name fell from your lips, you even smiled as you said her name.

"Areum is but Jungkook isn't, he has some work to be doing in the office. I thought I mentioned that-"

"You did! I'm sorry, I just forgot." The thought of Areum and Jimin being alone in London didn't scare you, your husband loved you so you and you trusted him so you saw no reason to worry about it. Plus Areum was young enough to be Jimin's niece or if you'd had Yerin a few years sooner old enough to be his daughter. She was only 25 while Jimin was 35.

"Oh will you tell her I got us some face masks for the next time she comes over, I remember her mentioning that she loved them before." Jimin hated the fact that you and Areum had bonded it meant what he was doing with her behind your back would hurt all the more if you were to ever find out...Which he wasn't planning on happening until he'd figured out his headspace. He'd felt himself falling out of love with you, after 18 years of being together it was bound to happen eventually.

"I'll tell her when I see her at the airport darling, I have to go." He leant closer to you leaving a small kiss on your lips as he went back into the bedroom. For you the butterflies never stopped, every time he looked at you it was like the first time all over again. Your heart would skip a beat whenever he said your name or came close to you, it was always going to be that way for you.

Areum was waiting in the black SUV outside his house, the driver - Jung Hoseok - was growing more and more impatient with how long Jimin was taken but kept his mouth shut since he liked his job. Jimin was one of the fastest-growing CEO's in the business and everyone wanted to work for him even if it was just a driver or just a cleaner.

"Mr Park, lovely to see you this evening." He greeted as Jimin got into the back of the SUV and sat down beside Areum, as soon as the door shut and you could no longer see Jimin he slipped off his wedding band and placed it into the cup holder of the car - it would be there when he came back from London but he didn't need that holding him back.

"I was thinking we could start our weekend at the natural history museum, they have this exhibit on at the moment that you're going to love." Jimin groaned at Areum tilting her head up to look into her eyes before he laid a gentle kiss on her lips, the butterflies flew into his stomach instantly giving him the feeling he'd missed with you. Hoseok put his head down so he wouldn't have to watch the display happening in the back of his own car. He'd known Jimin for the last 11 years and to see him throw away his marriage with you like that wasn't a nice feeling for him, especially since he'd been close with you as well.

"A little traffic sir, will that be a problem?" Jimin looked away from Areum and to Hoseok who was glancing at him in the mirror,

"No Hoseok that's fine, I'll just close this. We have some business to attend to." Hoseok clicked the button that shut the glass window that saw into the back of the SUV he knew what ''business'' meant it was always the same with all of the CEO's. They'd cheat on their wives without the poor women knowing about it all.

As Saturday rolled around you began to miss Jimin more and more, he'd only been gone one day but it was one day too many to you.

"Jungkook, I've been trying to get hold of you all night," You breathed down the phone as Yerin was at dance practice while you sat outside trying to get Jungkook on the phone.

"I've been swamped in paperwork, Areum is with Jimin so I'm alone at the office. What can I do for your Mrs Park?" You smiled at the fact that he still continued to call you that despite your constant pleas for him to just call you by your first name.

"I want to fly out and surprise my husband so I was hoping you could tell me what hotel to go to and which flight to catch," You'd never been good at this sort of thing which was why Jimin normally had his assistants do everything for the both of you.

"I can organise all of that Mrs Park, but that'll be nice for you both. A weekend away in London," He began clicking through his laptop to find the details on where Areum and Jimin were staying that weekend.

"I hope Jimin sees it that was Jungkook, he'd been so busy lately I barely see him." You laughed softly trying not to rant to the boy who worked for your boss.

"Looks like there's a flight tonight and he's staying in the Clinton hotel so I'll have everything booked for you under your name Mrs Park." He smiled ordered everything right away before looking around his desk, scattered in bits of paper.

"If you're going maybe send Areum back, I need help I'm drowning in paper." He chuckled to you,

"I'll have Hoseok pick you up to take you to the hospital, Mrs Park." You thanked him and hung up the phone waiting for your daughter's practice to be over so you could go home and pack.

"Mrs Park." Hoseok greeted as he opened the door to the black SUV that had been parked outside your house yesterday,

"Thanks, Hobi," You smiled helping Yerin into the back of the car first, it was late at night so she was probably going to sleep throughout the whole flight which was a good thing. You hadn't told her that you were going to see Jimin just that you were going on a girl's trip and wanted everything to be a surprise for her.

"How was your day?" He questioned walking around to the front of the car to start driving towards the airport,

"It was good, I spent most of it packing up though." You frowned looking into the cupholder and Hoseok caught what you were doing, he knew the ring was in there he'd just forgotten to move it.

"Mr Park took it off yesterday, he didn't want to lose it in London." He hated that he was lying for Jimin right to your face but he had no other option, his life depended on keeping his job,

"Oh. Right, that makes sense." You whispered trying not to overthink the small detail but all the other times Jimin's had been away with you he'd worn his ring.

"How was your day Hoseok?" You asked trying to do something to distract yourself from the gut feeling that something was wrong, he was about to answer when he groaned hitting deadlock traffic.

"Looks like we're going to be a little late." Yerin looked up from her tablet to see what was wrong,

"Deadlock, get some rest sweetie I'll wake you up when we get there." You promised her as she started yawning, the tablet was slipped into her bag and she laid her head down on your shoulder to get some rest.

"WATCH IT!" A workman screamed at his friend as he travelled through the airport carrying a glass window panel with another workman, you pulled Yerin closer to you. The feeling that something was wrong hadn't left you since you left the car and nothing felt safe to you right now,

"Walk in front of me, don't wander off." You made her promise you that she wouldn't go anywhere and she nodded at you watching as you held onto her arm tightly trying to make your way towards the terminal you needed.

"We're going to London? With dad?" Yerin questioned as she got a look at the tickets as the flight attendant took the tickets from you. You wasted no time in waiting for her to fight you on this and you walked through the terminal with her, holding onto her hand.

"It'll be nice for us all to just get out for a while." You whispered but that was when you heard screaming, the ground started to move and the sounds around you sounded like thunder.

"Yerin get between a doorway now!" You screamed at her pushing her towards the plane as you saw an elderly woman struggling to stay upright.

"Here." You called out walking with her towards the airport instead of the plane, it was closer for her.

"Shit!" You screamed as she finally made it into the airport but the door slammed shut on you, locking due to the emergency systems in place,

"MUM!" Yerin screamed out watching as you tried to make your way over to her but the ground began to shake rapidly, screams filled the air as rubble began to fall around you, the terminal wasn't structurally sound enough hide inside of and there were no tables for you to hide underneath.

"Yerin! Go and get under something!" You yelled at her, as you went to rush towards the plane to join her it came away from the door as the ground shook some more. The small shakes began to turn violent and the glass windows inside of the terminal smashed, you made your way over to the poles to try and keep yourself from falling but the whole place wobbled.

It stopped, the shaking stopped and everything seemed to calm back down you looked around at the destruction that had been left behind, shards of glass everywhere along with pieces of the building that had begun to cave in on itself,

"Yerin?" You coughed as you inhaled rubble coming from the ceiling,

"Miss, please stay there, there could be-" Before the flight attendant could even say the words aftershock the ground rumble once again and the terminal shook falling towards the floor below you, you screamed out loudly as people watched in horror. Yerin was clutched by a flight attendant so she wouldn't have to watch what had happened.

Areum laughed as Jimin told her that he loved her, laughed. They'd been out to dinner the night before when he finally told her that he was planning on leaving you for her.

"Jimin, I don't do love." The words rung through his ears as she continued to laugh hysterically at him, he'd remembered her telling him that she'd only been sleeping with him to get to a higher place in the company. She'd done the same with all of her other jobs and nothing about the weekend they were spending together meant anything to him, she'd do this with multiple men if she could.

"We will be arriving in Seoul Private Airstrip soon, please fasten your seatbelts as we prepare to land." Jimin frowned coming out of his daydream to hear about the private airstrip, he took the attention of a flight attendant,

"Why are we landing in a private area?" She frowned at him turning on the news on the small TV in front of him, images of an earthquake at the main airport in Seoul filled the screen. Names were running along the bottom of those that had lost their lives, he felt no fear though. You were home waiting for him and he was going to confess everything to you, how much of a mistake he'd made by sleeping with Areum. He was going to come clean about the affair instead of holding it away from you.

"Mrs Park?" You looked up through blurry eyes as a torch was shone into them,

"I'm cold," You whispered looking into the paramedic's eyes as he tried to talk to you,

"We're working on getting you a blanket, can you tell me where you are?" You hissed trying to sit up but you were forced back down into place but it wasn't by a pair of hands, something was pinning you to the floor.

"W-What's that?!" You whimpered out feeling pain spread throughout your body whenever you tried to move,

"One of the beams fell on you Mrs Park, I need you to look at me and focus on me okay?" You were too tired for this, you stared at him trying to focus on what he was saying but you didn't understand anything. He sounded far away from you and everything was too cold,

"Tired." Was all you managed to say to him as you looked around you, bodies were laid on the floor being covered by sheets and you frowned.

"Yerin! My daughter!" It gave you a little fight but you still couldn't move thanks to the beam pinning you to the ground,

"We're working on that Mrs Park but I need you to look at me while we help you," You shook your head begging him to go and find your daughter instead.

"P-Please." Your voice came out croaky as you spat blood out onto the spot beside your head, the paramedic swallowed the lump in his throat. Everyone knew what that meant when someone was throwing up blood in drastic ways like this,

"Mrs Park I'm going to give you something to make the pain go away, okay?!" You nodded your head laying it back against the floor as he pushed a needle into your arm, you hummed as you felt numb from it the second it worked it's way into your blood.

"M-Mr Park is in London, someone has to call him." You mumbled looking at the paramedic as you realised what was happening, the man was holding your hand and had his other hand on a cross around his neck.

"You have to tell him that his assistants know when all the dance practices for Yerin are." The paramedic opened his eyes and sighed at you,

"You should rest-"

"There's too much he needs to know," You cried out tears rolling down your cheeks, you weren't in pain you were just sad that Jimin was never going to hear you tell him you loved him one last time.

"I'm sure he'll know," The paramedic whispered that was when you started to gasp for air and he knew it was coming,

"Shh, it's okay." He whispered stroking hair out of your face as you whimpered, it didn't hurt like they made it sound like it did in the movies. It felt like falling into a deep sleep, almost calm as you looked up at the paramedic trying to comfort you.

Jimin got home to find police knocking on the door Hoseok was talking to them with his head hanging low,

"May I help you?"

"Mr Park." Hoseok panicked looking up from the floor as the police turned to Jimin,

"What's going on?" Jimin felt panic rush through his body as he realised that the police were slowly taking off their hats and holding them across their hearts,

"Mrs Park and Yerin-"

"No. No, they're at home!" He didn't even give the police or Hoseok time to stop him as he pushed through the front door screaming out your names for you to come and see him but you didn't come out.

"Hoseok! W-Why?! Why would she go!? I told her-" He dropped onto his knees as the policemen informed him that you and your daughter had both been involved in the main collapsing of the fifth terminal at the airport.

"We're sorry for your loss Mr Park." He said nothing as they walked out of the house leaving him alone with Hoseok,

"Sir-"

"Leave. I-I need to be alone." Hoseok nodded placing the three rings he had down onto the coffee table beside Jimin who weakly looked at him. Your wedding ring, engagement ring and his wedding ring were together making him feel even worse about everything he'd done to you that weekend and over the last months. He'd ruined his whole relationship over someone that didn't even care for him, he'd lost everything he'd ever loved in a matter of days because he'd been too foolish to see what was right in front of him was perfect.

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