#JIMIIIIN

[tonystenk]

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

PARK JIMIN YOU'RE A FUCKING LEGEND

[kookssin]

[1:58am] | park jimin

PLAY I WANNA BE YOURS BY THE ARCTIC MONKEYS

genre: established! relationship, fluff, smut, soft sex, love, affection, bathtub sex, physical touch, feels

wordcount: 2.1k

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it was late at night, 1:58am to be exact. you were laying in jimins bed, watching him as he sat on his desk, working on correcting an essay. he had told you an hour ago he would be done soon and join you in bed, but he was still working and refused to stop working. you were slowly growin impatient since you wanted to spend time with him.

you sighed and rolled off the bed, tiptoeing over to his desk where you pulled on the sleeve of his hoodie. "jimiiiin" you whined, making him hum in response, not looking up from what he was writing "it's been an hour, for how long do you want to continue working on that damn essays? you can just finish it tomorrow"

"an hour? oh shit" he widened his eyes as he looked at the clock on his phone "just a little bit longer baby, you can sleep if you want" he looked up at you, caressing the small of your back as you pouted. "i won't go to to sleep without you, plus i'm not tired yet" "okay, then just wait a little longer alright?" you huffed out, turning around and stomping back to bed. out of the corner of your eye you saw him look at you but turned around as soon as you were on his bed.

you laid on your back and looked at the ceiling, thinking about how you would get him to spend time with you. after a few minutes of thinking, you grinned to yourself, knowing how you would get jimin to spend time with you. you got up from the bed once again, but instead of walking to him, you took off your clothes, only leaving your white lacy undewear on, his favourite.

"babe, what are you doing" he murmured, looking at your figure with hooded eyes as he must've heard you taking off your clothes since he was turned around now. "i'll go and take a warm bath" you innocently smiled at him before walking across his room to the door that led you into his master bathroom, which you were glad at the moment he didn't share with one of the others.

you turned on warm water to fill the big bathtub, smiling to yourself as you lit the scented vanilla candles around the tub. you added some soap to create bubbles before you turned off the lights, the moonlight shining brightly into the big window next to the bathtub, a starry night.

you smiled as you heard jimin entering the bathroom, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pressed a tender kiss on your neck "you know this is my favourite one" he breathed against you neck, playing with the waistband of your panties, you nodded and bit your lip, holding back a smile "let's turn on some music, hm?" you nodded and let him go over to music box where he connected his phone. you grinned brightly as you heard the bass of the first song filling the bathroom. do i wanna know.

jimin knowingly smirked at you, placing his phone on the counter before he walked back to you, taking off his shirt in the meantime. the tub was still filling up with water as he wrapped his arms around your waist once again, facing you with a soft smile.

"i'm sorry that i took so long with work" he spoke softly, in loosing your bra and taking it off of you. "it's okay" you smiled at him, now you were the one playing with the waistband of his pants. he giggled at that, cupping your face and pulling you into a gentle kiss. you melted into his body, your hands wrapping around his wrists, down his forearm "let's get into the water" he mumbled against your lips, both of you quickly taking off your remaining clothes before you both went into the tub, turning off the water as you both let yourselves relax.

"come here" jimin made grabby hands in your direction, making you smile as you sat on his lap, chest to chest as his arms wrapped around your waist. you wrapped your arms around his neck, biting back a grin as you felt his half hard dick on the inside of your thigh. "what?" he smirked, pressing you harder down agaisnt his dick as he bit his lip. you giggled, falling against his chest as it vibrated under you. "cute" he mumbled, pecking your head before he tilted your chin upwards, connecting your lips into a passionate kiss.

you softly moaned into his mouth as he started massaging your breasts, your hips automatically grinding down on him "mhm, good girl" he spoke against your lip, gripping your waist a little harder, fully hard under you now as your wet slick folds rubbed up and down on him.

"ahh- jimin" you whimpered out, eyes shut as his length perfectly stimulated your clit. "what is it, angel?" he smirked, nipping at your jaw as your head was tilted back "are you gonna cum from just humping me?" he teased, giving your waist a firm squeeze as you nodded, whimpering out"please"

"go on then, cum for me when you're ready baby" he continued kissing your neck, he himself groaning as you moved up and down on him, precum leaking onto his tummy in the process, the water around you making some noises as it hit the walls. "i'm gonna cum" you whined, gripping his shoulders tightly as you moaned out his name, praised leaving his mouth as he held you in his arms, helping you riding out your high as your movements faltered a little.

"such a good girl" he murmured, kissing your lips passionately as you slowly came down from your high. your tongues were messily dancing with each other, the sound of no. 1 part anthem playing in the background. "wanna ride you minie" you breathed against his lips, earning a groan from him as you felt him twitch for a second. "you want to ride me?" he smirked, pulling away from the kiss to look you in the eyes with a cocky look on his face "then do it"

you bit your lip at that, lifting your self up a bit to wrap your fingers around his dick to align it with your entrance, earning a soft moan from him as you pumped his shaft a bit before sinking down on him. "mhmm" he hummed, letting his head fall back against the edge of the tub, eyes closed as you slowly let yourself down on him completely, a whimper escaping your mouth "you feel so good" he praised "keep going angel" his hands comfortingly caressing your sides and back up and down as you adjusted to his size.

after a few moments you were relaxed enough to move; your hands placed against his chest as you slowly began moving up and down on him "mhm~ just like that" he groaned as you rolled your hips against his, a loud moan escaping your mouth as his tip brushed your gspot. you started bouncing again, his dick finding your gspot everytime that you couldn't help but fall onto his chest, continuing your movements as good as you could as he chuckled breathlessly, easily helping you move up and down with his hands on your butt "feels good, doesn't it?" he firmly squeezed your butt, wanting you to answer as you only nodded your head in response, your fingers crawling into his skin as you heavily breathed "feels so g-good" you mumbled out, hoping it was enough for him and it was.

you walls clenched around him as you were nearing your second orgasm, he himself groaning deeply as he was close too. you went slack in his arms as he lifted your butt up and started pounding into you repeatedly, hitting the spongy spot inside you perfectly. "are you gonna cum for me again baby? hm?" he breathed right into your ear, the bathroom filled with the sounds of wet skin slapping, both your moans and the am album playing in the back ground "yes!" you moaned out, clenching around him tightly as you came undone "there you go" he groaned, spilling his cum right into you as he came seconds after you "thaaaats it"

you trembled in his arms from over stimulation as he came deep inside you, both of you moaning loudly.

"you feel incredible" he heavily breathed into your ear, holding you tightly onto him as you gasped for air, slowly but surely coming down from your high "my good little girl"

both of you stilled, heavily breathing as each of you calmed down. you were still laying on his chest when he made the move to pull out of you, but you stopped him before he could do that "stay in me" you mumbled, earning a soft and tried smile from him as he nodded "you did so good baby" he praised, kissing your forehead.

you looked out of the window, staring into the night sky and admiring the stars as you felt his steady heart beat under you, his hands caressing up and down your back as you softly played with his locks, each other's touch relaxing both of you.

you smiled and closed your eyes as you heard the next and last song on the album playing.

i wanna be yours.

I wanna be your vacuum cleaner

Breathing in your dust

I wanna be your Ford Cortina

I will never rust

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

You call the shots, babe

I just wanna be yours

I wanna be your setting lotion

Hold your hair in deep devotion (I'll be)

At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean

Now I wanna be yours

Secrets I have held in my heart

Are harder to hide than I thought

Maybe I just wanna be yours

I wanna be yours

you turned your head to him as the melody came to an end, finding him already looking down at you with a gentle smile, his eyes shining in the moonlight. it felt magical as everything else was compelty quite, feeling as if just you and him were in the world. you were sure your heart was running a mile as he brought his hand up to tuck your probably completely messy hair behind your ear, his palm sliding down to caress your cheek.

"i love you jimin" you sincerely spoke, voice not louder than a whisper as you stared into his eyes, a smile of love and adoration on your face. "i love you" he whispered back, eyes shining with the same amount of love and adoration as yours.

you smiled even wider after that, leaning in for a chasteful kiss, putting all your love into it. both of you pulled away to look into each other eyes again, giggling as neither of you wanted to look away.

"we should head to bed" jimin softly spoke, caressing your head as you see already half asleep on his chest. "hm? o-oh yeah" you mumbled, sitting up to carefully let him slip out of you, some more of his cum dripping into the already dirty water in the process. he helped you clean yourself real quick and cleaned himself too before getting out of the tub and lifting you out of it too.

it was a comfortable silence as he opened the door to his room to let some light shine in, both of you wrapped in fluffy towels as he let the water out of the tub and you blew out the candles.

after both of you had put on some clothes, you were cuddled up against each other in his bed, the clock on. his nightstand showing 3:47 am.

"good night baby" he whispered, kissing your forehead as you were already drifting into a deep and calm sleep in his hands, happy

✩!!as already mentioned in the top, feel free to leave requests for drabbles in my inbox!!✩

©kookssin 2023

[reflectionlike]

JIMIIIIN

[hopeandfaith]

Jimin's Muse

Literally smiling soooo hard since last night. My heart was beating so fast when I first saw the announcement.

Crazily EXCITED!!

Jimiiiin, I am sooo rooting for you!

And his brain, omg. All the details! Thrilled to see all the theories, and as always amazed with how specific and meticulously thorough he is with everything. No stone unturned!

[pampamtiger]

jimiiiin

[kanmom51]

I kinda get where the anon saying an edit can be busted if one watches the original video is coming from. I’ve seen enough jikook compilations on youtube to admit some moments are manipulated, meaningless touches and ordinary interactions are made to look more sus when slo-moed, blown-up and repeated 3 times. I’d say that example is one of those, jk is just talking to jm but slo-mo him and it starts looking like he is charmed))) I guess they do it cos they either are in too deep and want to >>>

/cont. <<see sth in every touch or simply need more content to make money off. Any ship videos will have those. I dislike those as much as photo edits. Using one moment to deny the whole jikook is where anon went wrong though. I like to think of myself as a rational person and I still haven’t seen a single rational argument explaining why GCFT is NOT a love comfession. Or, can you debunk jk throwing hand ILY sign at jm in front of mass media ppl right after all the band posed with that sign for photos?

<< imitating suga’s father but was he really? I’ve seen him praise and support jm many times (all those ‘jimin jimin jimiiiin’ screams when they watch MVs or saying jm's bare shoulder will raise the number of views) and here he’s suddenly ‘ok, now that’s too much’?DDD And then there are sooo many more. So yeah, manipulations exist but no, not everything can be busted and jikook is much more than that, even if it's hard to admit for some ppl.

Oh anon, I do agree with you that there are YT compilations that distort the moments. That's why I keep repeating constantly to go watch original content. It's not only the slowmo or the bgm that can distort the moment, it's also the context of the moment, the interaction.

Compilations are great to get an idea where or when that moment happened, but then go and watch the actual thing.

I have seen moments that were hyped up in compilations and when I saw the original moment I went: "ok, meh". Not every look, not every glance, not every touch is something.

Problem with that anon was that he was a TKK. He wasn't trying to convey the message you are. He was trying to claim/prove that every Minkook moment is edited and can be debunked. And to convey this message he sent me to watch, wait for it, an edited clip of a moment.

Now, as to the big moments, yes they are non negotiable, cannot be explained away. But there are also the small moments, the not so big ones, the not so clear cut, the ones that don't scream boyfriends, but that do indicate just how close, how intimate they are. Both constantly finding their way next to each other - not big, but happening ALL THE TIME is an indicator.

JK turning to look at JM - not big, he does it sometimes with the others, but with JM is ALL THE TIME. So, not big, but an indicator.

Anyway, bottom line:

WATCH ORIGINAL CONTENT !!!

[jinpanman]

Mai! For number 4 what would you do with Jimin, Jin, and Yoongi?

hahahahahaha oh this was fun hahahaha

write a book with...jimiiiin. listen. he likes to read manga imagine we come up with a genius plot and hire jk to be our comic artist. woooowww. webtoon featured here we come!!!!!!!

read a book to...yoongiiii. i'll choose the stupidest book and make all the silly voices and make him laugh <<333 hehehe

hit with a book...jiiiiin. sorry bby ily <<333 u can punish me for hitting u uwu i'll choose a softcover book tho, don't wanna hurt him too bad 🤣

[bibbykins]

Its not like i am biased but JIMIIIIN X BUNNY ✨ cookies and fingertips is like freaking magic, i love it. Moreover the fact that Jimin is like soft caring dom is just making my heart melt. But also Jiminnie being nice end telling bunny that we all love you - instead of telling i love you is sooo cute. And then he gets teased on group chat about holding eye contact with her. What a ungrateful boys

Ahhh thank you!! I'm so glad you liked it and yessss he has waited so long for her to know his feelings so he is on top of the world rn lmaooo! Also, don't worry, he knows the guys are mostly projecting and they'd be happy for him if they weren't so jealous and touch starved but yeah he really did them a solid, evn if Bunny doesn't fully believe him that ALL of them like her the way Jimin does, she's thinking about it so eeeeee!! I'm so excited to share new drabbles with you guys!!

[taegidda]

Jhope LOVES Jiminie

[bangtanfancamp]

Make A Wish

Prompt: “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with..”

//It’s your birthday today, and there’s no one better to cheer you up than your best friend, Jimin//

-masterlist

•Best friends to lovers

•Park Jimin x reader

•12.3k words

•fluffy angsty fluff (my specialty)

•one shot

•( But could be the precursor to these drabbles- a, b - maybe? alternate timeline?  if you *squint*- maybe. lol)

• Jimin singing happy birthday (trust me, you need it in your life) 

~ quarantine got me feelin alive ~

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“Jimiiiin, not tonight.” You moaned into your phone.

“Seriously? Y/n, what is going on with you? You never turn down poké. Are you sick? Oh my god, are you dying???” Jimin’s sweet voice sounded so concerned.

“No, Jimin.” you huffed. “ Calm down, you big baby. I’m not terminal. I just… today’s been a weird day, okay? My roommates are gone and I have the place entirely to myself to write and what did I do with it? Absolutely nothing. Nothing came out right all day. It was all hot garbage- which means I’m hot garbage, and now my head just hurts.” You pouted, flopping face down on your couch.

“That’s all? Y/n, you’re making a big deal out of nothing! Don’t you dare back out of letting me treat you for your birthday because your first draft was a first draft and not an instant masterpiece. We both know you know better than that.” His threat was unconvincing. He was as menacing as a piece of cotton fluff.

“It is not ‘nothing.’” You winced.

“Okay, okay. Bad choice of words. That was a little harsh… but you always back out on your birthday, y/n. I’m not letting you do that again.” He asserted firmly.

“Look Chim, all I wanted to do for my birthday was to have some silence to myself to do what I wanted - and I wanted to write. But now I’ve blown the whole day- all that time is gone. I can’t get it back, and I have nothing to show for it. I don’t want to get dolled up right now, and I certainly don’t have the patience to go out and belt karaoke around strangers with you tonight.” You stated matter of factly, ignoring Jimin’s huff of frustration.

“I just think getting you out of the house will get you out of your head, y/n.” Jimin sighed.

“And what if I don’t want to get out of my head? Huh? What if I want to wallow? If I can't be a good writer, then at least I can be a good tortured artist.” You sighed.

“This is ridiculous,” he scoffed. “ You’re not Hemingway. Get up off your butt and put on that maroon dress you always stuff in the back of your closet.”

“Are you ignoring me on purpose?” you grimaced. “I’m not going out. I’m not singing karaoke. I’m not squeezing myself into that god forsaken dress-you know the looks I get in that thing- and I’m not going to be nice to you when you won’t respect my wishes. It’s my birthday we’re celebrating, Jiminie. Not yours. Tonight’s not about you.” Ouch. You frowned. God, you loved him but he was so frustrating sometimes. Still, you probably could’ve pulled that punch a little.

“Okay, first of all, they look at you like that in that dress because you look hot as hell in it, by the way, but fine. Fine. If going out isn’t what you want, then what DO you want?” He sighed. You could picture him pinching the bridge of his stupidly perfect nose at a stop light, exasperated to the hilt with his stubborn best friend.

“You wanna know what I want? I’ve had a rough day, Jimin, and honestly, all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with... but I don’t drink. And I don’t have a boyfriend. So I would like- at the very least- to be coddled and allowed to be a potato tonight.” 

“You’re exhausting, you know that? You’re beautiful and young and the only person who doesn’t know how talented you are. Dummy.” His affectionate words were riddled with frustration. You couldn’t blame him. Your emotional bait and switch had wrecked the plans you’d both had set in stone for weeks now only to cancel an hour beforehand. He had a right to be grumpy, but so did you. And you had the birthday trump card, so he’d just have to suck it up. But, in the midst of all of that, you noticed something. It was super delayed through the thick fog of your pity glasses, but had he called you-

“Make yourself decent at least, I’m coming up.” You heard him shift his car into park and turn off his engine.

“Wait, you’re here?  I didn’t give my consent for this!” Your brows furrowed furiously low. 

”And?” Jimin sassed.“Nothing in this friendship would ever get done if I waited on you. We both know that. You ruined my plans, so I’m crashing your pity party.”

“Jimin, what part of ‘I want to be a potato’ didn’t you catch?” You frowned.

“The unwritten part where being a potato means being alone, dumb dumb. You can be a potato with company. I’m not letting you spend your birthday night alone again and - ughh god, why do you live on the third floor?” He huffed “Open up and let me in.” He demanded. Grunting, he gave your apartment door a few hefty whacks, ignoring the judgmental glare of your passing neighbor.

“Ughhhhh,” you groaned, feeling decidedly like one of the three little pigs being bullied into letting the wolf in. Jimin’s certainly done enough huffing and puffing, you thought with an eye roll. Stuffing your cell into the kangaroo pocket of your grey hoodie, you trudged reluctantly to the door. At the door, you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the  entryway mirror and grimaced. Yikes. 

You looked a mess. The bags under your eyes were positively cavernous today and half hidden behind the heavy clumps of hair slipping out of your defunct sloppy bun. Geeze. Not your best look. Sorry, chim...you get what you get. You thought dismissively. If he hadn’t had the decency to warn you, then you were under no obligation to tidy yourself up for him. I swear to god though, if he gives me crap about my pink bunny shorts, I’ll kill him.

“Oh my god, keep your shorts on! I’m coming!” You snapped. Unceremoniously, you yanked the door open only to be met with a view you never could  have expected. Jimin, he...looked beautiful tonight. You suddenly felt a chunk of disbelief lodge itself in your throat as you choked, struggling to get air in.

 Not long ago, he’d dyed his hair a stunning sterling silver, but he was always running so chronically late to everything that it never seemed to be styled. It was usually a lovably fluffy bleached out mess- but not today. Today It was parted off center, silky and blown out- coiffed up and away to frame his face, layers gently sweeping to highlight the cheekbones he didn’t know you loved. 

He wore a dark silky shirt, some impossibly deep shade of blue, unbuttoned just enough for his collarbones and a delicate silver necklace to slip through. As your eyes washed over him, you noticed the billowing fabric was tucked into the tightest pair of leather pants you’d ever seen and  a pair of classic, black pointed boots. Boy, when he did it, he did it up. Even the slight sheen of sweat across his brow bone honestly just highlighted how ethereal he was by nature. The whole ensemble made him look so elegant and lean and impossibly out of your league, even just as a friend.

Holy crap, I’d be pissed too if I looked that good, you thought to yourself.

“Are you gonna let me in or you gonna continue being a fluffy socked barricade?” He shifted his weight deep into one hip and my god, he looked fantastic. 

“Comin for the socks today, huh? I haven’t been demeaned enough?” You rolled your eyes heavenward.

“Demeaned? By whom? Not by me. Certainly. Now I’m serious, let me in, this is getting heavy.” He grunted, squeezing past you. For the first time, you noticed a giant canvas tote bag swinging behind him, stuffed to the brim with things you couldn’t quite see yet. Still standing stupefied in the doorway, you twisted back over your shoulder to watch him unceremoniously let the bag clunk down on your kitchen island with a thump.

“Geeze, what the heck is in there? A body?” 

“It was almost yours when you shot me that text mearlier.” He sighed, dipping to rummage in the bag, tongue poking the inside of his beautiful cheek as he scowled. “But, as much as I hate you for it right now..” he tightened his jaw. “You are right. It is your birthday.  I could tell even over text that you weren’t feeling your best. And nobody should be miserable -or alone- on their birthday. So! I left early and made a few stops on my way.” He confessed, hands titling along the steep incline of his perfect hips.

“What kind of stops?” You queried as you tugged your too long sleeves over your knuckles.

“The kind even you can’t put up a fuss about.” He replied, reaching forward to tap you on the forehead with an elegant finger, his eyes softening and a smile playing on the edge of his lips.

“I pick my battles.” You argued, shrugging defiantly as you stuffed your hands in your hoodie pocket.

“Uh huh…. sure you do. That’s why I look like this,” he gestured along his elegant body, but you averted your eyes halfway through the journey, “and you look like you’re auditioning for the reboot of the big comfy couch in those pajamas.”

“Are you calling me a clown?” Your eyes narrowed as you sized up his response.

“ I am not actually. But I’m also not the one who canceled my own birthday plans just to wallow in my own mortality, so if the clown shoes fit…”

Jimin’s snarky comment was swiftly cut off by the sound of his sharp, undignified yelp when you smacked him with a tasseled throw pillow to the face.

“Watch it, Park. I am intrigued, but you are on thin ice.” Your squinted eyes pierced his, and only for a second, his cocky facade wavered. 

“Duly noted.” His silver ringed fingers reached up to trace the cheekbone you bludgeoned as your stomach tilted a little.

“Back on the man jewelry train, are we?” Still pouting, you kept a guarded distance as your eyes dragged over the silhouette of his hands, your tongue flicking out to wet your suddenly dry lips.

“Never got off, sweetheart.” He replied smoothly, sending a wink your way as the light glinted brightly off the silver threads dancing from his ears.. “Especially on a special night. Even if your ungrateful behind is the only one who will see me in my majesty now. A travesty really.” He huffed, twisting to look down at himself- the lines of his dancer’s body impossibly striking as usual, even with little to no effort. You shook your head to break the one sided tension.

“Yes, yes, the female population will shrivel up and die now that they don’t get to watch you sip champagne in public on someone else’s birthday-What a waste. Is there a point to all this, Park, or did you just come over to siphon sympathy from me? Because if that’s the point of your visit, I have none to give you. There’s only enough for me. So if you’ll excuse me, I have some grade-A emoting to get back to that you have so rudely interrupted.” You cocked your hip triumphantly, hands contentedly pocketed away as your hair flopped to the side.

“You know,” a gentle smile curved across Jimin’s face as he dug through the bag, “you don’t have to make it this hard to love you all the time, y/n. It’s got to be exhausting. It wouldn’t kill you to let me in sometimes.”

“You don’t know that. It very well might.” You stuck your chin out. You weren’t hard to love. Not on purpose. Prickly sometimes, but not hard to love. Neither was Jimin, for that matter. In fact, he was entirely too easy to love. It had become a bit of a problem actually. Nibbling on your thumbnail, you mentally noted that his sweetness actually made your life much harder than it needed to be most of the time. It meant you had to keep a salty wall of platonic sarcasm up out of necessity at all times- distance must be maintained, you assured yourself- because otherwise you might be forced to confront the fact that you actually, sort of, maybe had-

“Well, you won’t be going anywhere tonight- unless you die of happiness from my birthday gifts.” 

When you turned back over your shoulder, Jimin was positively beaming. It softened something in you, sent a burst of warmth sparkling in your stomach. In spite of yourself, a tiny smile stole across your lips, lighting up your tired eyes.

“Presents? For me? What do you have up your sleeve?” You lazily tugged on his billowing midnight blue shirt. Your voice was softer now, curiosity beginning to creep in and overtake your resistance.

“Ha ha. Very punny. You’ll see soon. Where’s your lighter at?” 

“By the candle. Over in the window.” You pointed, rising up on your toes in an attempt to see around his shoulder. He shifted to block your view as you caught your first whiff of the subtle notes in his cologne. God, he was so extra. Cologne for poke and karaoke. You couldn’t lie though, it mingled so nicely with his natural scent. It was so indescribably Jimin that you bit back a grin as he turned to follow your finger.

 “Christ. How have you not caught this place on fire yet? It’s right next to your curtains!” He mumbled.

“Is this you being nice to me yet? Cuz I can’t tell.” You laughed dryly. 

“Fine. I’ll try if I have to. We just might have to blow out the curtains instead of the candles.” He sighed, but the laughter creeping back into his voice betrayed him. 

That was one of the great things about Jimin. If he was ever mad at you, it really was just because he cared that much about you. Selfishly, you kind of loved how stubbornly he insisted on making you let him in. No one had really ever bothered to push back before him. And god, was he cute when he was determined. 

Spinning on his heels, Jimin clasped your shoulders, eyes bright. “All right, birthday girl. You wanna be a potato? Be a potato. Just be a potato with her eyes closed.” He led you to your sofa and guided you to sit so you didn’t flop down and injure yourself. “Stay right here, and don’t peek or I swear to god, y/n…”

“You swear to God you’ll what?” You snickered. “Threats of bodily harm aren't really on my wish list this year, Chim.” 

“Oh my god, y/n. Must everything be a joke to you? ….Maybe there are people who really do just love you and want you to be happier than you let yourself be. Maybe they’re even at your apartment trying to show you how important you are on a day when you’re...acting like an ungrateful butt.” He grunted under the effort of something. You frowned.

“Hey, are you okay over there?” 

“I’m fine.” He panted. “Eyes closed!”

“All right, all right.” You worried your hands in your lap as he scurried about. “They’re closed…. And I know. I know I’m being a brat today.” You confessed.

“It that….self awareness, I hear? The clarity your new age has brought you.” His airy voice mocked. Internally rolling your eyes, you continued.

“Make all the jokes you want. I know. Life has just… its kind of sucked lately, Jiminie. I really just wanted one day to myself to work on these story ideas I never have time for. Do something I’m passionate about, you know? But nothing flowed today. I’m so out of practice, Chim. Everything I wrote today sucked. Whenever anyone asks what I do for a living, I want to tell them “I’m a writer” but then they’ll ask what I’ve written. And I don’t have anything worth showing them…I just, feel like such an imposter.” You flopped back against the couch, tucking your feet up in your lap as your eyes searched the ceiling. 

“Eyes closed, Socrates. Wax philosophical when I’m finished.” He chided.

“....Jimin.” Your voice was traitorously soft now. “What- what if I’m already a failure? What if I never get published? ” You scrunched your eyes shut, a rebellious tear escaping as you tried to hold it back. All noise in the room stopped as Jimin stilled. Suddenly, quick as a whisper, you felt the cushion next to you sink, dipping beneath Jimin’s weight.

“Y/n, is  that what’s really been bothering you?” His voice was gentle, full of care. You sniffled softly, nodding your head in assent. You couldn't bear to say it out loud again. Jimin exhaled, heavy and low beside you. “Oh best friend, what a backwards way to spend your birthday.”

“Huh, don’t I know it.” You muttered wryly, resting your chin on your knees. 

“Stay here.” Jimin leaned forward and brushed a soft, reassuring kiss to the top of your hair before the couch righted itself, fluffing back in his absence. “I’ve got this. I know just want to do. Don’t move.”

Before you could ask for an explanation or even process what he’d just done, the room around you went dark, the glow beyond your eyelids sinking into a fuzzy dimness. What on earth was he up to?

“Jimin, what are you-“ You’d barely had time to question before Jimin’s silky, breathy voice was floating on the air.

“Happy birthday to you 

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday,  y/n

Happy birthday to you”

Your thick lashes fluttered open to find Jimin bent low in front of you, a small but beautiful birthday cake in his outstretched hands, lit with long stemmed candles that flickered like sparklers. “Make a wish, jagiya.” 

“I told you not to call me that,” you sniffled, all your fight dissolving at his impossible sweetness. 

“Please. We both know you love it.” He teased softly, voice so gentle it was almost a whisper. He smiled up at you, his coffee colored eyes swirling with delight. Humbled, you looked at him in awe, forgetting for a second that it was your job to blow out the candles...but God, how beautiful he looked in the flickering light. He shouldn’t even be possible, you thought. You mentally recorded the way the apples of his cheeks glowed in the candle light before dipping at your hips to lean forward and blow across the cake, extinguishing them all in one low huff as you hid your wish away in the corner of your heart.

“Yay!!!!” Jimin cheered. “What’d you wish for?” He asked nosily. “A boyfriend?” He bounced his eyebrows cheekily. 

Why would I ? You thought, when you’re here, looking so devastatingly soft and beautiful. Internally you sighed, but out loud you shot back with a snarky, “Ha Ha. Wouldn’t you like to know?” Sticking your tongue out defiantly.

“Maybe you’ll spill the beans once you see the rest of your gifts.” He teased, eyebrows lifting happily, his smile full of secrets.

“Rest of my gifts?” You asked, brows scrunching. 

“Oh absolutely. I know my presence alone should be enough to spoil you, but if we’re not going out, I guess we’ll do it up here instead.” He winked. Sliding to the side, he sat cross legged on the floor between you and the coffee table. There were three boxes, each with a number taped to the front.

“Is there a method to this madness?” You queried, reaching for box number 2.

“Yah, open number 1 first, you philistine! God, who decided to let you teach children every day?” He chided, smacking your hand away. 

“Yeesh, Fine- be boring.” You spat, tongue flicking out defiantly at him, only to have him shoot the same face back at you. “ I’ll go in order.” You mocked.

Dipping down once again, you pulled the lid off the top of gift box number 1 only to be greeted by the rich smells of your favorite Chinese take out dishes. You couldn’t help yourself when you started laughing. “Seriously, Chim?” Your eyes were bright and happy, a sparkle creeping into them for the first time tonight. Jimin reveled in it.

“It’s impossible to be sad with a mouth full of shrimp fried rice. Science.” He shrugged as your brow arched suspiciously back at him, stifling your smile. 

“Besides, if we’re not going out, you still have to eat. You might want to be a starving artist but God, we both know you’re an ogre when you’re hangry. So, technically the first gift is for both of us.” He quipped.

 “I resent that statement.” You rebuffed

“I’m sure you do. Doesn’t make it any less true.” Jimin smiled, leaning back on his palms to look up at you.  Tipping his head to the side, his luscious hair flopped into his eyes. Despite your annoyance, your heart still fluttered at the sight. You were tempted to lean over and fix it, but he carded his jeweled fingers back through it before you could. God, he’s so pretty, you swallowed. Focus.

“Open the next one!” he instructed. He shot you a lighthearted wink before shuffling present two towards you. 

Indulging in a heavy, gag filled eye roll at his wink, you ignored the butterflies swarming insistently in your stomach. Traitors. “So bossy...The nonsense I put up with from you,” you murmured.

“It’s mutual, darling. Trust me. You’re no peach either.” His words were snarky but his eyes, his tone, were entirely loving. It threatened to melt you right there on the floor like spilled ice cream but you resisted showing it.

 “Now open it! Open it!” He insisted. His eagerness made you question who the gift was really for at this point, but his innocent happiness was too infectious to resist. Unfurling the ribbon wrapped around box 2, you felt a smile burst across your face without your permission as rental copies of your favorite movies stared back at you from the box.

“Chim, what is all this?” You asked, shaking your head in disbelief at him.

“In my years of research, your day is always better after a full belly and a good movie. You sounded pretty bleak earlier so I didnt know if you’d want to be pulled out of this mood or bask in it. So I got the full spectrum just in case- all the way from tacky explosions to quiet British gardens.” He shrugged his shoulders lazily, as if that solution to your bad day was as easy as first grade math and not the sweet, attentive gesture it was.

“But you don’t even like half of these.” You added skeptically.

“So? You do. That’s the whole point.” Head tipping to the side, he smiled that glorious smile at you that melted you just a little bit more.

“But I’ve already canceled your night. I’m not gonna make you spend the next four hours making you watch movies you don’t like.” You deadpanned.

“God, four hours? What are we watching?” He sneered.

“The run time is not my point.” Your eyes rolled. “You just…. already gave up your night for me. What if it sucks?” You couldn’t quite look at him. Your question tumbling out softly, more vulnerable than intended.

Jimin shook his head, a gentle sigh leaving his lips. “Another year older and no wiser”

Confused, your eyes flicked up to his, already watching you with a warmth you didn’t understand. He spoke softly when he said,

“I want to be here, y/n. If I’m with you, my night can’t suck.” 

The genuine smile that carved his eyes into sparkling moon slivers cut through your cynicism in a way only he could. “Do you trust me?” He asked gently. You could only summon up a small nod, eyes struggling to meet his.

“Then let. me. love. you.” He punctuated each pause by tapping you below your collarbone, just above your heart, not hard enough to sting, just enough to know he was real, here and he meant it as your eyes grew misty.  “At least for today. This only happens once a year. Tonight’s about you, remember? So we’re gonna do what you like. Plan A is out? That’s fine. It was too me centered anyway. Besides,” he rummaged through the cases. “ the ghibli ones are nice. And the pride and prejudice guy isn’t half bad. He’s grown on me seventeen rewatches in.” He smirked. God he was going to be the death of you.

“Okay, I’ve made you watch that twice- max.” You defended.

“Hmm, maybe you’re right. It just felt like seventeen because the movie’s so dang long.” He looked off in the distance thoughtfully.

“You brat! You’re not helping.” Fighting back another smile, you attempted to smack him with the nearest pillow again (Pom pom trimmed this time) but he quickly caught your wrist and dodged it.

“Ah ah, not this time.” He looked so proud of himself as he took the pillow and happily stuffed it in his lap and out of your reach. “ Besides, I am helping. See? You’re smiling now.” His glittering eyes were innocent and bright as he looked up at you. 

“Am not,” you lied. 

“Your face betrays you, madam.” He whispered, leaning forward to softly poke your cheek where your dimple was beginning to show. For reasons you couldn’t comprehend, you felt your face grow warm under his gentle gaze like the sparklers

from the candles had been relit beneath your skin. Your cheeks must be a flaming pink right now, but If he caught you blushing, he certainly didn’t acknowledge it, and for that you were grateful.

“Fine. I’ll pick which film we torture you with later. Something romantic and peaceful and slow.” You threatened.

“Do your worst, madam.” He saluted.

“Stop calling me madam, weirdo. What’s in the third box?” You shuffled on the sofa, clearing your throat and feigning disinterest. 

“Ah, the piece de resistance.” He clutched his hand to his silky chest dramatically.

“Must you do the French thing right now?” You quipped, feeling your eyes roll of their own accord.

“Yes, in fact, I must.” He shot back indignantly. “Do you have any idea how long it took to find this? Your taste is excruciating, I swear. Can’t just get you a forever 21 sweater like everyone else- no.” His shoulders sagged beneath the weight of whatever burden he’d been carrying while present hunting for you.

“To be fair, you can’t get anyone a forever 21 sweater anymore.” You grimaced.

“Touché. Gone too soon. Another tragedy” fist to his chest, his eyes shot heavenward in salute to his fallen friend. Idiot. Coming back to the moment, he yet again became insistent.“….now come on! Open it will you!” He scooted closer excitedly, nudging the third and largest gift in your direction.

“Okay, Okay! Keep your pants on. Geeze, who’s birthday is it anyway?” You shot him a look that would have killed an inferior man, but not jimin.

“Nope. Don’t give me that face. Open it, y/n. Trust me. You’ll like it. I promise.” His eyes then, so round and soft, so full of eagerness and innocence, undid you then. You would have done just about anything for him then when he looked at you like that. Wouldn’t kill me to let you in, huh? Lies, you sighed.

Bending down, you attempted to lift the box into your lap like the others only to barely be able to budge it. “Christ, what is IN this?” You asked, only to be greeted by his eager giggles as he mimed zipping his lips shut. After struggling enough with whatever this was, you decided to climb down to the floor next to jimin to open it there. And as you untied the bow and lifted the lid, the whole world went a little blurry as tears filled your eyes.

“Chim…. you didn’t.” Clapping your hands over your lips, you looked at him, heart stunned and collapsing in on itself with love as a beautiful glossy vintage typewriter beamed up at you from inside the box.

“Happy birthday, jagiya.” He smiled, voice a simple whisper. All the admiration in the world glowed back at you through his eyes. It took everything in you not to burst into undignified sobs as you crawled over into his lap, sinking your nose into his neck as he wrapped you in his arms.

“How… where did you find this?” Your voice muffled from being pressed to his throat.

“I can’t tell you all my secrets.” The smile in his voice was heavenly as he held you, his steady hands rubbing your back. “This was going to be your present all along. I improvised the others.” 

“You were gonna bring a typewriter to a karaoke bar?” you asked inquisitively.

“Eh, it’s not always a bad thing when the plan changes,” he shrugged, a smile on his lips.

The room went quiet as you pressed into the affectionate grip of Jimin’s arms. “It looks just like his.” you sniffled.

“Do you like it?” Jimin’s fingers gently tucked beneath your chin to bring your eyes back to his from where they’d been buried in his shoulder. Did he really need to ask? Sheepishly, you nodded, a wobbly lift to your lips curving up into a wonky smile.

“It’s wonderful.” You breathed, glistening eyes focused only on him. “I can’t believe you found this. There are so few of that style of typewriter left.” 

“It’s my best friend's birthday. I had to find something spectacular for her. She’s a writer, you know. But she’s really hard on herself a lot. I thought, maybe... finding a typewriter like the one her dad had when she was a little girl might help her remember why she loved to write so much in the first place.” 

His thumb brushed delicately across your cheek, catching a small tear you didn’t know had fallen as your heart stopped- completely forgot why it was supposed to beat. Noticing the startled look in your eyes, Jimin’s confidence stuttered just for a second as he started to pull his hand away. “Sorry, is that… too much?”

You didn’t know if he meant his words or his touch, but before you could even think, you’d grabbed his hand and placed it back on your cheek, your fingers gently tracing the back of his. Jimin’s eyes went wide at the gesture. Shaking your head softly, your eyes flicked back to his. “No. It’s not. It’s not too much.” You assured. 

You both stayed like that longer than either of you knew- you placed in his lap, one of his hands wrapped around your waist, the other caught against your cheek as held held it close, both of you unsure of yourselves as you got lost in the others gaze. It felt decidedly like more and less than friendship all at the same time

Friends were thoughtful. Friends helped pull you out of a funk. Friends gave each other birthday gifts, really really thoughtful ones that reached back into your childhood and mended a little broken piece of you. Friends hugged each other when they were happy, right? Friends romanticized all the good things about you. Friends felt their belly go sparkly and gooey at the cool touch of his rings against your cheek. Friends… appreciated how breathtaking you were in close proximity. Friends let their eyes caress the rim of your lips...right?

“Um, the um… fried rice is… probably getting cold.” You said, but for all your effort it barely came out above a whisper.

“Yeah, we shouldn’t… uh, let it get cold.” Jimin’s lashes fluttered closed as he bent to press his forehead against yours. A shaky exhale came from his nose, like he was gathering all his willpower… for something… before he pulled back, a warm smile back on his face. “Come on, let’s feed you.” He pressed a swift kiss to your forehead before quickly starting to get up.

Starry eyed with wonder at whatever the hell just happened between you, you scrambled out of his lap and onto the fluffy rugged floor. Jimin swept his luscious hair out of his eyes with glistening fingers as he stood, and your breath caught. Damn him and that beautiful profile. 

“Is your DVD player still in the bedroom? I’ll grab it and hook it up in here.” He coughed unnecessarily, lifting his chest and chin with purpose as he immediately vacated the room.

Well dang. Wasn’t that whole moment a twist. Your fingers absentmindedly found their way to the cheek he’d touched, marveling at the remnant crackles of electricity still sparkling there. Lost to your thoughts, you ignored the thumps and sounds of frustration coming from the other room. Jimin could be ransacking the place for all you knew, destroying your carefully curated sleeping space with his clumsiness as he dissembled the entertainment system but you couldn’t care less right now.

He’d never… looked at you like that. A smile you couldn’t contain burst across your face- giddy, girly and happy. Your fingers brushed your lips. The way Jimin was watching them like…it was almost like he- like he wanted to- no. That was too much. Everything tonight had been a lot, but to let yourself go there? No. You couldn’t let yourself think about him like that, let yourself wonder if he thought about you like that but...

“Good grief, y/n. What drunk wombat hooked this up for you?” Jimin grumped from behind the wall.

“You did, remember?” You piped back. All the fight had left your body at his affection but that didn’t mean you couldn’t still play with him a little.

“Why on earth would you let me do that?” He complained.

“I didn’t! I was unpacking my dishes in the kitchen when you disappeared for forever and came back all proud of yourself for setting it up. I didn’t have the heart to tell you what a mess it was.” Your words were sarcastic, but your tone was light, your troubles having melted away at his sweetness.

“Hmm, generous of you but past me was clearly an idiot. Why in God’s name did I put it all together like this?” 

“Theirs not to make reply, 

Theirs not to reason why, 

Theirs but to do and die.” 

You recited back to him in a sing song fashion.

“Did you just- was that the charge of the freaking light brigade?!? What is this, tenth grade English?” 

“So you were paying attention back then.” You snickered.

“To Miss Golightly in those tiny dresses? You bet I did.” Jimin appeared from around the corner, DVD player and cords in tow as he winked sleazily at you and you fake gagged.  

“I despise you sometimes.” You frowned.

“That’s a funny way to say you love me.” He observed, kneeling in front of your living room tv to begin setting up your birthday movie marathon. And just like that, you were both back in your groove as you shook your head at him.

“You’re appalling, you know that. That woman was twice our age !” You chided.

“Slander. Holly couldn’t have been more than what- 24? 25?- at the time. Besides, you’re older than me too, you know. Never bothered me any,” he shot back, a wicked grin on his face.

“Hey!! Not by that much! And that is irrelevant right now. We are discussing your moral failings right now, not mine, young one.” You curled your knees against your chest, pouting matter of factly.

“I don’t know how befriending beautiful women who are out of my league is a moral failing but if it is, I have no intention of repenting.” He shrugged lightly as you shook your head at him. “Potsticker please.” 

Digging through the box, you found the take out carton of veggie potstickers and held it in his direction, pointedly ignoring the fact that he’d just called you-

“No, feed me! My hands are dusty.” He turned his palms out to you in innocence.

“I’m not going to feed you, Chim.” You deadpanned. 

“Why not?” He whined. “I’m slaving away for you! The least you could do is feed the help.”

“I didn’t ask you to do anything! I was going to emote ALONE tonight, remember?” your spunky fire was back, full tilt. No one got under your skin like him.

“You ungrateful little… yeah, without me you would’ve drowned your sorrows in cold pop tarts and home decor YouTube videos- alone. Happy birthday! One year closer to death,” He griped.

“Don’t hate on the noble pop tart. Besides, that sounds like a great night.” You lied.

“At least toss it to me, you uncultured fiend. I’ll catch it and stave off starvation a little longer.” He pretended to feel faint, wilting against the wall.

“Oh my god, don’t be so dramatic, you big baby. We both know I can’t throw for crap and even if I could, you can’t catch. Come here.” You sighed mournfully. Another eye roll that heavy, and they might get stuck back there. 

Triumphantly, Jimin dutifully scooted toward you, having won the battle, if not the war, and happily opened his mouth.

Face heavy with displeasure, you fed him the dumpling, grumbling every second of the way... until his mouth brushed your finger as he bit down and your world tilted sideways. With his cheeks happy and full, Jimin capitalized on your flustered state by pressing a soft, very intentional kiss first to your thumb and then to your palm before playfully bouncing his eyebrows and returning to his work. 

Shellshocked beyond measure, you crawled back toward the sofa, nestling down on a velvet floor cushion in front of it and trying to regain your bearings. The heck was THAT? you wondered. This night was certainly taking an interesting turn. Quite a few at this point.

A few moments later, your tv suddenly sprang to life, peaceful music playing through the speakers as the menu glistened on the screen.

Triumphantly, Jimin strolled back across the room and draped himself elegantly across your sofa, one foot on the floor by your hip, the other stretching across the length of the couch. “There! Hand me the lo mein so we can get this night started.” He was so pleased with himself, he hadn’t even noticed your delayed motor functions as you sputtered on the floor. A fresh breeze blew through the window carrying the scent of his cologne and you were almost undone.

“What was that about?” You asked, carefully avoiding looking back at him as you handed him his noodles.

“What was what about?” This brat. You could practically hear the smugness in his voice as he feigned ignorance.

“Don’t play the fool with me. You know good and well what. Since when do we kiss each other’s hands? Or hair ? Or foreheads? Or kiss at all for that matter. In any context??” You accused, getting slightly riled up.

“Does that mean you didn’t like it?” He asked, cocky smirk etched permanently on his face now. That little rat.

“Answer the damn question, Park. Don’t toy with me.” You snapped, admittedly a bit too ferociously, but you couldn’t tell if you were pissed off or aroused and both options knocked the wind out of your chest. Plus, had he seen himself? He wasn’t playing fair.

“Woah woah. Calm down. Didn’t you want to watch something tranquil? You’re ruining the vibe, birthday girl.” You could hear the chuckle in his voice as he teased you, and yup, it definitely pissed you off. 

“Ha Ha. Answer my question.” You shot him a look he knew better than to press. Acquiescencing, he sighed, his shoulders dropping and face shaking softly as he smiled down at you.

“You said you wanted cuddles today. You’re being a standoffish butt today, but we both know you want affection. Even if you won’t let yourself have it.” He stated matter of factly.

“Humph. Well who says I want affection from YOU anyway?” You huffed, arms crossing as you arched an equally annoyed eyebrow at him.

“You do, dummy.” Oh no. You’ve been exposed.

“The frick are you talking about?” You scowled, voice dripping with accusation. He was still looking at you kindly, the patience of Noah, as he calmly gathered his thoughts to answer you- like you were a ridiculous child and he needed to word it right so you didn’t fly off the handle, fully unhinged. The idea only made you more gruff.

“I see your face when I touch you, y/n. You think I’ve been your best friend this long and can’t read those big eyes of yours?” Drat. Sold out by your own body. Traitorous. 

“What do you mean?” Brows pinched, you clutched a cushion into your lap, like it could guard his perceptive eyes from seeing straight through to your heart again.

“Y/n, we both know what I mean.” He said gently.

The worst part was he was right. 

You knew your eyes went wide and starry for him, constantly and without your consent. It was a miracle it had taken him as long as it had to say something. But why was he calling you out on it today? Of all days?

Sighing, you accepted your fate. You’d been called out. No one knew you like Jimin. No one else cared for you like this. It would be a lie to say you hadn’t felt yourself hopelessly slipping into an infatuation with him lately. But what were you supposed to do when he acted like this? Paying attention to the tiniest details, being kind when you definitely didn’t deserve it, looking like that. I mean, come on. You’re just a girl, for Pete’s sake. Humans can only put up with so much stimuli. But to feel so exposed… your feelings so bare to him without meaning to. Unsettled you.

Despite his teasing tone, Jimin’s eyes went unexpectedly soft as he whispered your name. Turning back to look at him, his thumb found your chin again as something sweet blossomed in his gaze. “ I really do just want to take care of you today. You’re my best friend, y/n. You know how much you matter to me. I was just being playful but…. if this is too much, I can reel it back in. We don’t have to do anything you're uncomfortable w…”

“Oh god. Shut up. You sound like the school counselor.” You interrupted. His glittering laugh filled the room at your outburst. 

“Mrs. Applebaum?!  Another immaculately dressed woman. Those legs? in those skirts?” He let out a low whistle as you frowned. “Didn’t mind getting counseled by those one bit.”

“You pig. You're disgusting.”

“And You’re hilarious. See? This is why I keep you.” He pinched your cheek proudly as you swatted him away. “Now, do you want me to stop?” He asked bluntly, His eyes suddenly firm. 

Did you want Jimin to stop being affectionate with you? God no. You just weren’t sure it meant to him what it meant to you. Or if it was selfish of you to allow it. But you couldn’t figure out how to word any of that. So instead of articulating your emotions like a healthy adult, you shook your head “no” heatedly, like a small child and he chuckled at you. 

“Okay, then. Turn around and watch the movie. If I have to sit through three hours of this, the least you could do is enjoy it.” He ruffled your messy bun as you turned around to watch the movie, happily leaning your cheek against his knee. Admittedly, you were more content than you’d been in ages, but you weren’t about to tell him that.

 About twenty minutes into the movie, you were still comfortably leaning into his sculpted calf when he muttered, “Now this we’ll have to do something about” before unceremoniously grabbing at the unraveling scrunchie holding your precarious bun together.

“Hey!” You yelped as he snatched at your hair. “The heck are you doing?” You barked.

“Calm down. I’m going to detangle this birds nest. It’s blocking my view,” He chuckled. “Eat your fried rice,” He sassed as he pivoted your head back toward the screen.

And so the night went, Jimin lazily running his smooth fingers through your hair as you happily munched on shrimp fried rice and lost all your fight as you got swept away in the beautiful movie playing on your screen. Occasionally you’d take a mental step back to savor how incredibly soft Jimin’s constant touch felt as he played in your hair and marvel that you’d survived this long without it. When he got so good at this and when he figured out you loved having your hair played with so much were questions you didn’t have the answer to, and you really didn’t need to as long as he kept doing it. 

As much as you hated to admit it, even to yourself, he’d been right not to let you spend tonight alone. Occasionally, you’d glance back at him and he’d catch your eyes only for both of you to burst into a fit of giggles. He’d been right- good food, a good movie and good company was all you needed to get out of your funk. 

When had he gotten so much smarter than you?

As the movie credits came to a close, You reluctantly rose up to your feet, stretching out your crumpled back like a little cat as your now loose hair tumbled down around you. Jimin took the opportunity to poke your stomach beside your belly button as he glided past you toward the kitchen and you yelped.

“You ready for a slice of cake, sunshine?” He chuckled. Tugging down your sweatshirt, you followed behind him into the kitchen before promptly climbing up to sit cross legged up on the island. 

“Why not.” You chirped. 

“Do my ears deceive me - or do you sound almost, dare I say, happy?” Jimin asked in mock surprise, hand to his chest.

“And what if I am?” You bit your lip, suppressing the smile threatening to burst across your face.

“Then I’ve done my job right.” He smiled, face swooping in dangerously close to yours, voice dropping to a timbre he rarely ever used as his thumb swiped just below your bottom lip. Your breath stilled in your chest, but instead of drawing closer, he threw his head back laughing, the bright brilliant sound crashing through the walls of your apartment.

 He left you there, a fluttering mess, as he grabbed a beautiful cake knife from his industrial sized bag of birthday gifts, plus two gold forks and two small plates, each rimmed in gold and small flowers. “Now, we doing ladylike slices- or we going ham on this cake?”

Sputtering to find your voice again, you retorted a breathy “go big or go home” as he happily cut a massive wedge of cake, one for him, one for you before lithely hopping up beside you on the island. He happily swung his bare feet over the edge, elegant boots having been chucked off ages ago. “Happy birthday!” He giggled, clinking the edge of his plate against yours like a toast. 

“Happy birthday,” you muttered back, shaking your head at him softly. What were you going to do with this man? You were grateful to shovel your mouth full of cake just so you wouldn’t have to talk again for the next few minutes. 

“You eat birthday cake like a hamster,” Jimin laughed. 

“You flirt like a hoe.” You piped back. “You don’t play fair.” 

“Why would I? Fair’s no fun.” He tapped you on the nose with the tip of his fork.

“Hey!” You swiped at him. “Don’t waste the frosting! That’s a criminal offense in this house.”

“You gonna lock me up then, officer?” He waggled his eyebrows at you.

“Must everything be a joke to you, Park?” You huffed, parroting back his words to you from earlier.

“Oh come on. Lighten up. You know you love it. It’s the only reason I’m still alive to do it.” He bumped your elbow with his, his glittering eyes full of playful delight.

“Whether there’s any truth to that or not, ease up. You don’t see me cracking any of this crap back at you, and I don’t want to seize up and have a heart attack before I finish the great American novel. So…”

“Will I be in it, do you think?” He asked, coffee eyes inquisitive and bright.

“In what?” You asked dumbly.

“In your great American novel. Obviously.”

“I mean, I guess you could. You’d make a pretty convincing annoying ferret if you play your cards right.” You shrugged, popping another massive chunk of cake in your mouth. The icing was creamy decadence and you reveled in it as jimin sputtered at your response.

“A ferret?! You wound me, madam! is that all our friendship has meant to you?” His voice was indignant now.

“A talking ferret?” You offered. “But that’s the highest I’ll go.” You shrugged.

“How dare you.” He frowned. “ I don’t even make it in as a tragic hero? Some coming of age romance’s leading man? You’re gonna make me a weasel?” His voice was becoming shrill.

“Ferret. Not a weasel. A very stylish, talking ferret, who rides around on the heroine’s shoulders and accompanies her in her travels while providing her companionship and wise counsel.” You nod matter of factly. 

“I’m your emotional support weasel?” His lip curled distastefully.

“Again, ferret. But yes, actually, that’s exactly what you are. You’re the constant that keeps the heroine sane and guides her on her journey. While wearing an assortment of adorable tiny stylish outfits.” You popped more cake in your mouth, pleased with yourself.

“Seriously? That’s it? Do I at least get to transform into a human from time to time?” the poor boy's wounded ego was trying its best to be optimistic.

“No, you stay travel size. So you can dutifully scurry out of the tent when the dreamy knight finally makes his move on me.” You sighed wistfully. But Jimin’s brows formed a decidedly flat frown.

“So I’m flounder?? From the little mermaid???” 

“I don’t know how much wise counsel he gave, but he was definitely her best friend. Plus you both have the same cheeks.” You reached forward to pinch his supple face. Altogether too depressed to duck out of the way, Jimin opted instead to scowl at you for all he was worth while you teased him.

“You know flounder was in love with Ariel right? And she abandons him. Without hesitation. To get the guy. With no remorse. And he’s just left alone, terrified that she might not survive and knowing that even if she does, she’s never coming back for him!” Jimin looked horrified.

“Which is why I take the ferret WITH me instead of leaving him behind. But on to more important things, did you just accidentally confess your love to me? Oh jimin, after all this time.” Your eyes go mockingly wide.

“Don’t sass me right now woman. I thought you didn’t give me that kind of crap back?” He deadpanned.

“Just when I’m feeling extra feisty. Like you know, on my birthday.” You scrunched your nose, smiling back at him.

“Ha Ha. I’m taking my cake back.” He pouted.

“Not so fast.” You swipe a bite from the slice of cake on his plate, gobbling it up before he can stop you.

“Thief.” He scowled.

“Baby.” You stuck your tongue out.

“Don’t call me that outside the bedroom.”

“I don’t want to be in a bedroom with you.” You snapped defensively.

“That’s not what your eyes said earlier.” He teased, and just like that he had the upper hand again.

“Again with that? This is ridiculous! What are we even doing, chim?” You sighed, plopping your plate down.

“Careful with the china!” He scolded.

“I’m serious.” You cocked your head to the side. “Since when do we flirt and bait each other like this? What’s going on?” There was an exasperation in your eyes he hadn’t expected.

“We banter all the time,” he defended. Your half lidded eyes shot him a sharp “cut the crap” look, and he took a deep breath. 

“That’s not what I mean and you know it. The truth this time, chim. This feels different…” an unexpected wave of bravery swept over you. “and you know it too. You...you  aren’t usually like this with me. All night you’ve been cheeky and flirty and touchy with me…. and whatever that was after you gave me the typewriter. You- you didn’t look like you then. You don’t ...look at me like that. What’s going on, Jimin? The truth this time.” Your eyes rounded with sincerity, and his cocky facade toppled.

“You’re not dropping this, are you?” He swallowed.

“Nope.”

“Fine….last chance to back out. You can’t unknow once you know.” His half smile was wobbly and unconvincing.

“Not a chance, Park. Spill.” Your eyes were firm, but kind. You watched Jimin’s shoulder rise and fall before he angled his torso in your direction, shuffling his words around in his mouth, tasting 

them before he shared them with the world.

“Maybe,” he started. “Maybe this feels different because...it is. Maybe I’d had a plan.” He carded his hands through his hair as you watched him. “Get dressed to the nines. Take you out, treat you to champagne, make you laugh. Spin you around. Sing your favorite songs to you. Give you the best night of your life so you forget how hard you are on yourself for a little while.. make you feel special. Give you your gift. Then at the end of the night, when we’d be all happy and giddy, maybe…” he paused, drawing in a quick breath. “Maybe I’d finally have the courage to tell you I like you when I say goodnight and kiss you at the front door. Maybe I thought I’d be brave enough to do that tonight.” Jimin rests his elbows on his thighs, breathing out slowly, like he was trying to calm his body from going into shock before gathering his composure to meet your eyes. 

You stare back at him- floored. 

“So… when I cancelled everything?” You swallowed.

“I had to scramble to salvage my plan.” He shrugged honestly. “I'd been working up the nerve to tell you for months, y/n. I knew I’d lose my nerve if I didn’t tell you tonight.” His deep eyes met yours with a “what can you do” smirk.

“But I’ve been a brat to you all night.” You felt awful.

“In your defense, it was a pretty big birthday. Existential crises really make beasts of us all.” His boyish smile was warm and adorable.

“I feel like a monster.” Your face fell. You’d been difficult and obnoxious all night and all along, here he’d been gearing up the nerve to spill his heart to you. If it was possible, you liked yourself even less than earlier. You were beyond belligerent with yourself- if any other girl had done even half of this to Jimin you would have pulled her hair out. But you were the offending party this time and what did that make you?

“Don’t.” Jimin chided, like he could read your thoughts across your face. “I haven’t been any better. And that dumb comment I made about your eyes earlier?” He cringed at himself. “Honestly, I had a 50/50 shot that it would work because I have caught the way you’ve been looking at me lately, but... I’ve only caught you because I was already looking.” He confessed, reaching out to play with your fingers on the counter with his.  For the first time in your entire friendship, Your poised, elegant best friend looked unsure of himself with you- impossibly confident Park Jimin a sheepish, love struck little boy with you- and it positively liquefied you. 

“Jimin. I-“  was all you could get out before you got lost in the angles of his face again, unsure of how you got here. He’d always been the brave one. You weren't sure how this is supposed to go if your cowardly heart had to be in charge. But luckily, he saved you again and continued.

“So, I figured- You’d either been looking at me that way because my feelings were stupid obvious, and I was making things weird and embarrassing myself OR... you were looking at me like that because... you wanted to kiss me as badly as I wanted to kiss you.” He swallowed, eyes locked on yours.

This was it. 

If there was ever a moment to speak up, you had to do it now. His beautiful brown eyes were swirling with something beautiful now that you’d only ever seen one other time. You recognized it now. It was the same look he’d had when he’d cradled your face earlier and something had almost come over him. You knew that look now. You had a name for it- This was how Park Jimin looked when he wanted to kiss you. 

Hopping down off the island, Jimin regarded you with confusion as you came to stand between his legs. Your eyes were wide and trusting as they met his. Part of him feared you’d come down to politely turn him down so he braced himself as he silently studied the face he knew best in the world. Whatever you were about to say, he’d buckle down and take it.

“I have been fighting liking you for longer than I’ve been your friend, Park. Some part of me has always liked you. You’re beautiful and sweet and lovable- what was I supposed to do? Every girl we knew was in love with you. And I was no different, even if I couldn’t admit it to myself. Once we became close, I already felt so spoiled to have you in my life at all that I’d get mad at myself for not being content and wanting more. But….” your eyes flicked down, your fingers coming up to gently trace the fullness of his lips. “But, if you can feel this too,if...you want more than this too then… maybe, we can be greedy together?” 

Your eyes were hopeful and Jimin burst into a smile so wide and so bright, it put your fairy lights to shame. “God, that would be amazing.” He said, his cool ringed fingers scooping your face up and tracing your jaw’s edges.

“So, if you still wanted to kiss me, maybe that could be something we tr-“

Mmmph.

Any words you’d had were shoved back behind your lips as his face dipped down to press a heavenly, gentle kiss to them. And god, it was everything. He was warm and soft, all consuming as he slipped down from the counter to hold you properly. His fingers slipped back into your hair as you got lost in the spun sugar taste of his lips. Your palms found his chest, clutching on to fistfuls of silk as the kiss deepened and Jimin pulled you close. 

It was better than you could’ve ever imagined it would be and without realizing it, you’d started smiling, a sparkling laugh spilling out of your chest before you could catch it. He beamed back at you, forehead pressed against you as his smooth perfect nose traced yours.

“What?” He chuckled. “You should never laugh after kissing a man for the first time. Sure fire way to wreck his ego.” He teased.

“Even if he kisses as good as you?” You blushed, unable to meet his eyes. “It’s terrible how fragile  masculinity is.” Your banter had none of its usual punch. You were too dreamy eyed over whatever spell he’d just cast on you to put any real bite to it.

“It is, isn’t it? But I don’t think that’s what we’re talking about here.” His fingers played with the ends of your hair as his other hand scooped your waist against him. Foreheads still resting against each other, you tried to steady your breath only to inhale more of his citrus cologne and get woozy over experiencing so much of him all at once.

“What- uh, what are we talking about then?” You’d just barely gotten that out, all the fluidity of a gasping fish. Jimin’s eyes sparkled as beamed down at you. 

“I think we were talking about how the timeline of that confession means you’ve been lying through your teeth when you tell me you don’t want me to call you baby. Isn’t that right, jagiya?” He quirked a devilish brow at you.

“You pompous little- it’s still my birthday. I will have none of your insubordination.” You smacked him in the chest with a dull thud. Not much room to wind up when you were pressed this close to him.

“Just let me loooove you,” He sang airily at you as you shook your head and looked away.

“Cut it out.” You smothered your smile.

“Just let me looooove YOUUUU.” He continued, tracing his nose along the shell of your ear as he sang softly and pulled you close. This time, you didn’t resist as he scooped you up. This time, here were no pillows thrown, no fighting, no defensive words. This time, you melted into the sweetest man you’d ever known and let him catch you. 

You felt your shoulders sink as realization hit you- all this time, while you thought you were bearing up under your feelings all alone, your best friend had loved you too.

The boy you felt safest with, the boy you were most yourself around, the boy who’d been by your side so long you couldn’t bear the idea of imagining life without him- he was as enamored by you as you were by him. He’d planned this whole night for you. He’d gone out of his way to show you how much he cared. He’d refused to let you feel alone on the most important day of the year. He’d been braver than you in every way and reached out to your heart when you hadn’t had the words to find his. For that, you’d always be grateful.

Somewhere in the midst of your revelation, your eyes had gone misty. Jimin lovingly brushed a thumb across your cheek to catch your rogue tears for the thousandth time tonight as your eyes went starry. You looked up at him, the whole cosmos swirling in your eyes, and gave him a terribly undignified wobbly sniffle.

“I think I love you, Chim.” you whispered. 

“Is that going to be a problem?” His eyes were sweet as he watched you.

“Really screws up my novel.” You sniffled. 

“Does it make it worse if I say I love you too?” He asked innocently.

“Drat, does this mean I have to make you the knight now instead of the weasel? Cuz that’s really gonna wreck my whole outline.”

“I thought I was a ferret?” He chuckled warmly.

“We both know you were a weasel. You’d been planning to take me karaoking. You know how I get on stage in front of crowds. No ferret. Full weasel.” You asserted calmly. 

“Damn. Fair enough. Well, can I be the knight if I sway you with a high quality animated film first?” He’d never looked at you more fondly, all the world’s stars hidden in the pocket of his cheek as his lips curl into a smile at you.

“Depends. Will there be something to drink?” You queried, chin tilted in suspicion.

“Hot tea.” He offered.

“What kind?” You squint.

“Chamomile?”

“Too basic.”

“Earl Grey?”

“Fresh out.”

“Lavender then.”

“Acceptable” You nodded. “Will…” you hesitate. “.. will there be someone to cuddle with?” Glancing up at him, you were bashful all of sudden to admit how much you didn’t want to lose his touch now that you’d gotten it.

“For as long as you’ll have him.” He booped the tip of your nose with his, giddy at the idea of staying beside you.

“Good. That’s all I wanted.” You nodded matter of factly, before quickly adding-“Will he keep his rings on?” You blushed, fiddling with his hand.

“You like them! I knew you liked them! You brought my jewelry up way too much not to.” His smile was positively electric.

“Oh Geeze. Calm down. Forget I said anything.” You muttered regretfully. But before you could shuffle back any further, He happily caught you off guard with a smacking kiss to your temple.

“This is going to be so much fun messing with you.” 

Suddenly, he was picking you up by the waist, spinning you both in a circle. “I’M DATING MY BEST FRIEND!!!” He hollered.

Giggling wildly in his arms, you held on tight but popped his shoulder for good measure. “Jimin! Are you insane? Put me down, you idiot! The neighbors will hear!” But there was no fight in your words- just giddy, blissful glee. In fact, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt this happy.

“No!” He laughed. “I’m not putting you down until you say it too.”

“But we haven’t even discussed this!” You protested through another fit of giggles.

“Please, we’re basically dating now anyway.” He challenged. 

“Fair point…. but Jimin, stop for a second. Put me down yeah?”

Chest panting as he stopped and set you down, his eyes found yours as he smiled that million dollar smile at you that-oh god- you’d get to have all to yourself, all the time now. You swallowed a delicious thrill at the thought.

“What is it, love?” He beamed, brushing your hair out of your eyes with his fingers as you blushed at his endearment.

“Promise me we won’t lose this? If we do date, I mean. I do want to date you- actually be with you, and get to kiss you and be your girl when we’re out with our friends. God. I’d love that. But just, we can’t lose this- the friendship. That spark that makes us special. You can’t go all gooey soft on me if I’m your girlfriend and I still have to be allowed to call you on your nonsense.” Your face was soft, nervous to ask him for some reason. Scared you sounded ridiculous perhaps.

“God I’m in love with you.” Jimin pulled you in for another kiss. This one airy, sentimental, light. He pulled back, kissing your nose, both cheeks and your forehead. “Y/n, if that’s your only rule, you can have it.” He laughed. “Be obnoxious and prickly and sassy all you want- just, you have to learn to let me in. I’m gonna go overboard and love you and kiss your neck in public and tell my mom we’re dating and remind you that you’re the best writer I’ve ever read when you call your work crap. And I’m gonna tell you how wonderful you are all the goddamn time while you look at me like I’ve got a third eye, and you’ll love it but you’ll act like you don’t. And that’s fine, y/n, but promise me- you have to start letting that love in. Even just a little at a time. Cuz I’m not going anywhere, and it’s not going to stop so you’re gonna have to start accepting the fact that someone thinks you’re beautiful.” 

He kissed your nose again

You blushed.

“And kind.” He kissed your cheek.

“And talented.” The other cheek

“And hilarious.” Your forehead.

“And that i'm not going anywhere no matter how much you push. Cuz... you’re kind of it for me.” 

And finally, 

he kissed your lips again. 

Lingering and slow as you unraveled in his hands. You felt dizzy when he pulled back.

“I’ll always be your best friend, and you let me in, yeah? Even if it’s slowly.” He raised his pinky in the air between you. Usually you’d make some crack about how small his pinky was- some nasty comment you didn’t mean because, actually, honestly, you loved his hands. You just didn’t know what to do with all the tremendous affection you felt for every part of him, so you flung it back at him as teasing. But not this time.

No, this time, you’d say what you meant, what you felt. Because Jimin would understand. Jimin reciprocates it. And there wasn’t anyone you’d risk your heart for more than him. Because, was it a risk, if the person loved you as much as you now knew Jimin did?

So, slipping your pinky into his, you hooked your hands together, kissing his palm and the spot where your fingers interlocked.

“Jiminie, I might be really bad at this. But I really lik- I…. love you. So I’ll try. Just, be patient with me, yeah?” Your rounded eyes searched his, hunting for any apprehension he may have in linking his heart with yours but finding none.

“For you? I’ve got all the patience in the world. But you wanna know a secret?” He whispered conspiratorially.

“What?” You breathed back, just as hushed. You were genuinely at a loss for where he was going with this.

“You aren’t bad at anything you do, y/n. You just think you are. I just won the lottery with you.” He was right back to eyeing you like he’d just captured the most precious treasure in the world and in the best way, it absolutely overwhelmed you.

“Chim. God, you’re gonna make me cry.” You gushed.

“Nonsense, no tears on your birthday. I’ve worked too hard to give you a great day- don’t you dare ruin it. AGAIN.” He flared his nostrils at you in warning and you burst into a fit of giggles.

“Fine, Fine. Make the tea. I’ll get the next movie set up.” You conceded. Squeezing you into a tight hug, Jimin kissed your hair, muttering a soft “you got it” into your crown before pressing you into him with one last tug and turning on his heel to find the kettle.

Looking back toward the box of movies, your feet carried you, light as air, back to the couch. Every now and then, as you picked the next movie, your eyes drifted back to him. Drinking in the sweep of his hair, the glittering edges of the smile permanently fixed to his face, the happy, contented eyes of your best friend who was more than your best friend now. In the span of one night, he’d come barreling in and crashed the gate around your heart with the most bizarre choice of weapons- his gentle voice, his infectious laugh and his wild, kind, massive heart. 

He’d loved you until you realized it was safe to love him back. And Everything in you wanted to memorize this night that almost didn’t happen: he’d been right, your friendship never did get anywhere without him. 

You were terrified, but you’d also never felt more alive or more loved in your life. And perhaps that was the best of the many gifts he’d given you tonight. Hope. And love. Looking back over his shoulder, he caught the sentimental gleam in your eye and smiled warmly at you. 

“Already boldly staring at my ass, I see. See? You’ll make a great girlfriend.” He winked, as you shook your head happily at him.

Giggling, you shot back with, “I always stare at it. That’s just the first time I let you catch me.” You stated matter of factly.

“You know what? I believe that.” He nodded as he came back to the couch to sit beside you. Handing you your mug, he rested his free arm on the back of your couch as you dutifully snuggled against him, relishing in how much he already felt like home. You knew you shouldn’t make homes out of people. And you wouldn’t ….but right now, the warmth radiating off his body and the coolness of his silk shirt were too soothing for you to stay cooped up alone in your head anymore.

You’d much rather be here- snuggling in the arms of your best friend, who’d be your friend and your love and more than that all at once, and letting the world fall to bits outside as you finally opened up your heart to him. It was your birthday, you had a cup of tea that was sickly sweet from too much honey, your favorite movie was playing, and you were with Jimin. 

You didn’t need anything else.

Tipping his head, he rested his cheek against your hair, his spare fingertips tracing the edge of your sleeve. And for possibly the first time on this whole entire mixed up day- you felt yourself fully relax.

Nothing could be more perfect than this.

“Happy birthday, Y/n.” He whispered, a petal soft kiss pressed to forehead as he did. “I hope it was wonderful.”

“The absolute best.” You smiled, eyes teary with love and relief. “Don’t know how you’re topping this one.”

“Oh I’ll come up with something.” He assured, his voice sweet as the honey in your tea. 

“Hey Chim,” Your voice the ghost of a whisper.

“Yeah?” He pulled back to watch as much of your face as he could see.

“You were my wish.” You said simply, no frills, no whistles. Just heart aching truth.

Silence hung in the air for a beat as you smiled contentedly into his chest and took a sip of your tea. The silence wasn’t unpleasant. Far from it, it felt warm and complete. You hadn’t needed to get anything back, you’d just wanted him to know.

“I think... that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” Jimin whispered, almost to himself. Another beat. “You are a miraculous thing y/n l/n….. I love you….Happy birthday.” 

He breathed, a soft kiss brushing the top of your hair as you both sank into each other- the first night of a million more to come - finally complete with your heart’s other half.

-fin.

[featherypromises]

Should have known

Seokjin sighed. He should have known that this would happen. He saw it coming when Jungkook who was normally really healthy began to sneeze on and off throughout dance practice. Being a hyung, he had checked in with him during practice. The maknae had tried to tell him it was probably nothing, maybe allergies. Seokjin knew better. The sneezes didn’t sound like Jungkook’s fairly loud, sudden allergy sneezes. They were more subdued and made Seokjin’s baby sound like he was already tired.

Seokjin also should have known that he wasn’t the only one who would notice. The Hyung line all checked on Jungkook according to their personalities and their relationship with the youngest member. Namjoon scolded and told Jungkook to sleep better instead of playing video games all night. Hoseeok added a couple of extra breaks during practice and hugged his “Jungguggie”.Yoongi, full of silent concern, had given the youngest his own water bottle when he noticed Jungkook’s was empty. 

The Maknae line was the problem… Seokjin knew what would happen. Tae and Jimin always, always caught any bugs that any of the members caught. Their immune systems sucked and Jungkook belonged to them even more than to his other hyungs. Seokjin cringed as Jungkook sneezed openly and Taehyung immediately went over to rub Jungkook’s back. Jimin wasn’t far behind, wrapping his arms around the taller man’s waist. 

Seokjin could practically see the germs leave Jungkook to latch onto the easier marks. He sighed again and rolled his eyes. Practice ended shortly after and they headed home, it was clear even to Jungkook now that he was getting sick. His nose was stuffed and he was clearing his irritated throat. Namjoon insisted Jungkook get showered first and get to bed early. Hoseok got him cold medicine and Seokjin went to check on him as Yoongi held Taehyung and Jimin at bay. 

“How are you doing, Gukieyah?” Seokjin said, brushing aside Jungkook’s bangs to feel his forehead. Jungkook huffed, slightly irked by all the mother henning.

“I’mb fidne, Hyugie! It’s just a-a ET’Shoo! A cold.”

Seokjin frowned, “It’s a cold and a slight fever, Gukie. Get some rest, okay? I will be right down the hall if you need me.”

Seokjin should have known that less than 3 hours later, Jungkook, his temperature rising, would knock on his door and immediately crawl into bed with him for cuddles. He didn’t have the heart to turn the maknae away. 

The next morning, Seokjin woke to a loud sneeze that wasn’t right next to him. He groaned inwardly and extricated himself from Jungkook’s snuggle position. The maknae was still feverish and in the night his nose had dripped onto Seokjin’s pjs. The oldest hyung got up tiredly and went to find the other ailing member. 

“HAEESSHH! Jimiiiin, I dneed a dtissue!”

Seokjin found Tae in the bathroom with Jimin. Jimin was reading cold medicine boxes and was trying to find the right type to give to Taehyung. The trouble was that Jimin kept sneezing several soft shivery sneezes that made him lose his focus each time. Seokjin scolded them both for trying to handle this themselves instead of coming to tell him. 

He herded the other maknaes into his room, because at this point it would keep Hoseok, Namjoon and Yoongi healthier to keep the germs away and in one location. He was getting a headache… He had 3 sick “kids” to take care of now. He tucked Taehyung and Jimin into bed with Jungkook and went to retrieve water bottles and tea for them. 

He told Namjoon what was going on and that the sick members were staying with him until they recovered. He returned to the sick members and gave each of them cold medicine. Tae whined and complained,

“Hyuuuuug… mby throat hurts soooo badly!” 

Jimin pushed Jungkook off of him, “Kookie, I’mb hot, dodn’t hold odn to mbe!”

Jungkook sniffled sadly, “But I’mb cold, Jimbidnie-hyug!” 

Seokjin rubbed his face with both hands, “You three are going to give me gray hair. Try to get some sleep. You all need rest. Kook, scoot over, you can cuddle me instead.” Tae pouted,

“What about mbe? I cadn’t sleep without cuddlig sombethig soft!” So Seokjin was hemmed in by a sniffling Tae on his left side and a shivering, feverish Kook on his right. 

“Itchu! Ishuuh!”Jimin sneezed and blew his nose miserably and Seokjin passed him the box of tissues. Eventually all three sick members fell into an uncomfortable sleep. 

Seokjin’s headache was steadily pounding away at him. He felt the discomfort shift to rest directly between and behind his eyes. He closed his eyes, dreading what was coming. He should have known better than to have let Jungkook cuddle him all night, but the poor baby had been so sad and needy. Was he supposed to just turn him away?

He sniffled experimentally, he wasn’t congested yet but the sinus headache was a sure sign that he would be the next victim of Jungkook’s cold. He should have known he would get sick too. He shot off a text to the other members to remind them to take their vitamins before letting himself take a nap surrounded by his “boys”. He could worry about himself later.

[jacksonswangsauce]

I’ve missed you(m)

Requested

Jimin x Y/N

Genre: Smut with slight fluff

You haven’t seen Jimin all week and you miss him, you need him, you crave him...

It’s been a lonely day.

You hadn’t seen your boyfriend Jimin all week as he had been working overtime.

You had done pretty well with keeping busy at work and doing chores at home.

But today, you couldn’t take your mind off Jimin no matter how hard you tried! You kept picturing his pouty lips, toned body and muscular thighs.

It had been too long since you guys had sex and you were about to go crazy.

So you decided to take a relaxing bubble bath and give Jimin a call.

He answers after a few rings.

"Hey baby!" He exclaims.

"Jimin what are you doing right now?" You ask in a husky voice.

"Umm I’m on break..why?" He hums into the reciever.

Jimin lied, he’s actually off from work and is on his way to your house to surprise you!

He smiles excitedly to himself. She’s gonna be so happy!

"I miss you..." You almost whisper, reaching down to finger yourself.

He notices your change in breathing. "Y/N are you... touching yourself?" He asks.

You can hear the amusement behind his voice.

"Uhhhh Jimin..!" You let out a moan and he chuckles.

"Let me help you princess.." He lowers his voice and you shudder.

"Yes...tell me what to do." You groan, sitting up in the tub.

"What are you wearing babe? Are you naked?" He asks.

"Yeah I’m naked..and I’m in the tub." You answer, anticipating his commands.

Jimin grips the steering wheel, dirty thoughts dancing around his head as he imagines what you look like right now.

"Okay sexy, put me on speaker phone, you’re gonna’ need both hands." He says, smoothly.

You carefully place your phone on the edge of the tub and put Jimin on speaker.

"Okay, you’re on speaker!" You exclaim, ready for him.

"Grab your left breast and gently pinch your nipple..imagine it’s my hand baby..." He says, voice dripping with honey.

Using your left hand, you knead your breast just like Jimin would. "Oh Jimin..." You sigh.

With your eyes closed, you picture it’s him touching you, feeling you, holding you.

Jimin feels himself growing hard when you moan his name.

"Now, I want you to take your right index finger and put it inside you..slowly princess...slowly." His member is about to bust out of his pants, so he unzips his jeans to let it out.

"Jimin..uhh please..." You whine, wanting more.

He puts his phone on the car speaker and shoves his hand down his underwear.

"Ohhh baby...oh yeah. Add another finger for me, pump a little faster this time." He groans, wrapping his hand around his pulsing dick while trying to concentrate on the road.

"Jimin..a-are you touching yourself too?" You ask, panting.

"Oh f**k!" He swerves out of the lane a little and gets honked at.

"What was that?" You ask, still thinking he’s at work.

"What? I don’t know what you’re talking about..." He says, turning onto your street.

"Okay...never mind, I must’ve been hearing things." You say, taking your fingers out.

Jimin can hear the water in the tub moving.

"Y/N..you didn’t take your fingers out..did you?" He says. "Put them back if you did..we’re not done!" He commands, thrusting into his hand and grunting.

"Okay babe..what do you want me to do?" You ask, leaning back.

"Rub your clit for me, nice and hard. Just like how I would do it..." He pulls into your driveway and turns off his car.

"With your other hand, add three fingers into your entrance and pump!" He says, zipping up his pants and getting out of the car as quietly as possible.

He enters the house and follows your voice to the bathroom, tip toeing carefully.

He really wants to surprise you and make your day!

"Uhhhhh Jimin, I’m so close!" You moan, voice echoing in the bathroom.

Jimin stifles a laugh, he can hardly contain his excitement as he walks up to the bathroom door.

"Go ahead baby..cum for me..." He says, watching as you come undone. Your eyes are closed as you let out a moan.

He walks into the bathroom and hangs up his phone just as you open your eyes. They land on Jimin and you immediately grin from ear to ear.

"Jimin!" You exclaim, blushing with delight.

"Baby!" He smiles, bending down to give you a quick kiss on the lips.

He stands back up to strip off his clothes, sexily biting his lip as he looks at you.

Your mouth begins to water at the sight of his naked body. His lucious thighs, gleaming abs and gorgeous love muscle...

He joins you in the warm, bubbly water and you spread out your arms.

"I missed you!" You pout, as he wraps his arms around you in a hug.

"I missed you too Y/N!" He says before cupping your face and giving you a kiss.

You melt against his mouth and let out a moan as he adds his tongue.

"Jimin..." You sigh, as he nips and pulls on your bottom lip.

He smiles against your lips, loving when you say his name.

"Y/N...it’s been too long baby." He sighs, grabbing your breast and kneading it tenderly, still kissing you with passion and desire.

His erection keeps brushing the inside of your thigh and you can’t help but throb at the thought of him inside of you.

"Baby..I’m so hard..." He groans in your ear and starts grinding his member on your heat.

"Jimin, just f**k me already..." You say, kissing his parted lips.

"You want me baby? You miss my cock?" He teases you, circling his tip around your entrance.

"I miss all of you Jimin!" You giggle and kiss his chest and lick his abs.

"Y/N..spread your legs for me, I’m gonna f**k you so good!" He grunts, grinning naughtily as you spread your legs.

He pulls you closer and angles himself at your entrance before sliding in.

"Ohhh Y/N..so tight!" He moans, slowly pumping to savor the moment.

The water in the tub just barley swishing with his slow and gentle pumps.

You wrap your arms around his neck and clench around his length as he fills you up.

"Jimin... Ohhhh f**k!" You moan, as he begins to quicken his pace; wrapping his arms around your waist.

He loves the feeling of your breasts against his chest and feeling your body rub against his.

"Y/N uhhh you feel so good! Oh god-" He whimpers as you start bouncing on him, causing the water around you to splash around.

"Ohhhh Y/N!" He digs his nails in your back, thrusting harder and faster.

Your moans are echoing throughout the bathroom in a sweet symphony of pleasure.

"Jimin..ohhh I’m close!" You cry, breathing heavily.

"Hold on baby-" Jimin takes your calves and lifts them over the edges of the tub, for even deeper access!

"We’re gonna cum together!" He grunts, shoving himself in all the way, balls deep and starts f**king the daylights out of you!

"Ah-ah...Jimiiiin!" You throw your head back in pure bliss, he’s hitting your sweet spot over and over.

"F**k Y/N..uhhh..you look s-so gorgeous-sss!" His cheeks are flushed and his expression is dazed and totally f**ked out as he nears his climax.

"Ohhhh baby...I’m gonna cum!" He yells, panting as his thrusts become more sloppy.

"Me too Jimi-i-in...Oh f- ohhhh f**k!" You start to orgasm and he quickens his thrusting to finish with you.

"Y/N...OH Y/N!!! I’m-" He can’t even finish his sentence as he lets out his load and orgasms with you.

He milks out the release and looks at you with a lazy grin.

"I love you so much!" He says, out of breath and still lightly pumping.

"I love you too Jimin!" You smile, dazily.

Still inside of you, he feels himself getting hard yet again!

You giggle. "Are you getting hard already?"

He blushes and bites his lip. "I can’t help it Y/N! You’re just so sexy!" He grins, taking your legs down and pulling you into him.

He kisses your lips and rubs his hands along your back.

"Wanna’ f**k in your bed this time?" He asks, sexily smirking at you.

"Yes! Lets do it." You exclaim, reaching out to drain the tub.

Jimin stands up and hands you a towel and you guys dry off before heading upstairs to your bedroom.

Once there, you let down your hair and smile sexily at Jimin.

He grins and watches as you slowly let your towel fall off of you, your thick hair framing your beautiful face.

"F**k babe, I’m so hard now!" He drops his towel, races towards you and picks you up. Carrying you to the bed, giggling, he falls on top of you and kisses your neck.

He trails his lips down your chest, licking and biting on your soft breasts. You moan as his lips graze over your tender skin while his fingers find way to your folds.

Your juices immediately pour onto his hand, his gentle touch making your body twitch with anticipation.

He explores your walls and makes the come here motion. You throw your head back and dig your hands into the sheets.

"Jimiiiiin!" You moan out.

"Damn baby!" He exclaims, sitting up and taking his fingers out.

"It’s like Niagra Falls down there.." He smirks, locking eyes with you as he takes his fingers in his mouth. He sucks and licks your juices off and grins.

"F**k Jimin..." You sigh, as he climbs on top of you, kissing your parted lips and shoving his hot tongue in your mouth.

His eyes are dark and hungry as he pulls away.

He places your right leg over his shoulder and slowly begins to thrust into your, very wet, entrance.

"Ohhh god, you feel amazing!" He moans, throwing his head back and pumping rougher against your walls. Loving the feel of your slippery juices coating his dick.

"Jimin! Ohhh f**k right there..." You exclaim in ecstasy as his thrusting gradually becomes faster. He raises your left leg on his shoulder and pumps deeper into you.

"You like that babygirl?!" He grins, kissing your lips.

"Yes Jimin...OHHH F**K!" You yell, as he pumps his dick with all his strength and thrusts his hips as fast as he possibly can!

The mattress is squeaking while the bed frame keeps thudding against the wall with his pace.

You dig your nails into his back and he lets out a long moan, feeling himself nearing his release.

"Y/NNN!" He yells. "Y/N...Ohh-Y/N!" His breathing quickens and he’s panting your name, over and over.

His eyes are scrunched shut in pure bliss.

"Y/N ohhhhh... sh-SHIT-" He lets out a glorious moan as his cum shoots into you.

You can feel him twitching and shuddering against you.

"C’mon Y/N! Cum for me..cum for Jimin!" He grunts, gripping your thighs and trying to help you cum.

You’re so close! One more thrust and...

"Jimin...uhhhhh!" You finally orgasm and he kisses you all over, helping you ride it out.

He collapses next to you and immediately wraps his body around you. Not wanting to break contact for even a minute.

"I’ve missed you soooo much Y/N!" He smiles, dripping in sweat and looking sexy.

He loves how flushed your cheeks are and your dazed expression as you kiss his swollen lips.

"That was so good!" You sigh against his mouth.

"god I love you Jimin!" You grin, pulling away.

"Y/N..I have a confession..." He smiles excitedly, playing with your hair.

"What is it?” You ask, rubbing his smooth chest.

"Well, you know how I’ve been working overtime this past week?" He says, rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

"Yes! I missed you every second.." You pout and kiss his chin.

He chuckles and continues.

"I wanted the extra money so I could take us on a trip to Thailand!!!!" He exclaims, grinning from ear to ear.

Your face lights up and you squeal. "Really?! Oh my gosh I’ve always wanted to go there!!! Are you serious Jimin?!!" You exclaim, sitting up.

He sits up as well. "Yes! Baby we need a vacation, just the two of us and I know how much you’ve wanted to go there...so why not?!" He grins, squeezing your hands in his.

"Thailand?!! Oh my god Jimin!!!" You smile and wrap your arms around him.

"I’m so sorry I haven’t been around this week. I really missed you baby..." He sighs against your hair and strokes your back.

"It’s okay, we can make up for that lost time..." You smirk and give him a peck on the lips.

He smirks and pulls you under the covers with him, both of you giggling with happiness.

"I love you sooooo much Y/N!" He cooes, rubbing his cheek against yours as he hugs you tight.

"I love you too! Wait-are you..?" You ask, looking up at his face.

Jimin blushes and hides his face in his hands. "I’m sorry...it’s just you keep turning me on-"

You can’t help but laugh at how cute and sexy Jimin is right now.

"Well..let me help you then..." You smirk, keeping your eyes on his as you slowly take his length in your hands go down on him. And you give him the most incredible, soul sucking blowjob he’s ever experienced!

You had him screaming your name, praising the hell out of you and your gorgeous mouth for the insatiable pleasure you were causing him.

He was seeing stars by the time he came, hard, into your mouth.

Needless to say, you and Jimin spend the rest of the night having the most passionate, bed rocking sex you’ve ever had and make up for all the time you didn’t see each other. Taking breaks in between to catch up on each other’s lives and just love on each other.

When you were both worn out by 4am, you and Jimin cuddled up under the covers. Wrapped in each other’s arms, you guys fell asleep and dreamed about all the fun you would have together in Thailand.

[jonsnowsmanbun]

PINK JIMIIIIN

Yess😍 I edited it myself 😎

[charlie2592]

JIMIIIIN ~ 🦀🇬🇧

[ggukshelf]

Happy Birthday!

summary: you and Jimin had a fight the day before your birthday, and he has to make it up to you. -if you know what I mean-.

warnings: smut!

word count: 3.084k.

Jimin was sitting in the middle of your living room, his figure couldn't go unnoticed when you entered your small apartment. You hadn't seen each other for a few weeks since he was busy with his schedule and you were super busy with University. 

You tried to play it cool since you didn't really want him to feel pressured by your needs to see him all the time. How could you not want to see him that much, though? He was your boyfriend after all, and of course you'd want to see him a lot. 

You've had a fight on the day before your birthday, so you thought he wouldn't even call you. 

But there you were... Looking at your boyfriend with a confused expression. 

"I'm sorry." He simply said passing his short cute beautiful fingers through his now, blonde hair. He sighed and you didn't move an inch ever since you closed the door behind you. 

"I know it, I was stupid and ignorant when I fought with you yesterday. It's just... I missed you and you said you missed me but you still had to focus on Uni." He looked at you again, now getting up from the sofa, walking towards you. 

He was in a very casual outfit, black sweatpants, a white shirt, no socks. But to your eyes he still looked as handsome as ever. 

"It's okay, I know I should have arranged some time to spend with you yesterday, I just really couldn't." You looked down to your feet, kind of regretting everything you both said to each other on the day before. "It's not like I didn't want though, I really wanted, I just couldn't." You stared down again.

"It's still your birthday today." He said taking longer steps to reach you faster. 

"Yeah, but only for an hour. There's nothing left to do." You answered putting some of your hair behind your ear while looking up, to stare at him. 

Now, he was right in front of you, your height difference was notable. To him, you were his little precious princess, and to you, he was your charming king, because in your eyes, there was no one in the whole world that could be as special, handsome, caring and funny as him. 

He was everything to you, the reason why you smiled all the time during your most stressful days, the reason why you couldn't sleep or breathe properly at night, the reason why you wanted to cry sometimes. 

But dating him was a whole packaged filled with bad and good things, on the day you said 'yes, I want to be your girlfriend' in return to his request, you were aware about everything you'd possibly have to go through as a consequence of dating an idol. 

You couldn't care less, though. Nobody would satisfy your heart if it wasn't for Park Jimin. 

"We don't need to go out" He softly said, staring down at you, trying to lock his gaze with yours. "We can stay here and party. Just the two of us." He smirked, slowly directing his hands to your waist. 

You flinched and tried to escape from his grip, but he was faster and in a second you were trapped inside his strong arms. Your face was hidden on his chest and his face was resting on your left shoulder. He was sniffing your scent, from your skin and your hair. He had missed you so much. 

You didn't fight back, but you didn't hug him either. His left hand traveled from your waist to your head, he caressed your hair slightly, while with his right arm he hugged you even tighter. 

He knew why you weren't showing affection back. Although both of you were wrong on the fight, it was your birthday and he should have refrained his mouth to not hurt you on a day that should be special to you. 

He felt guilty...

And he really wanted to repay you and make you see how sorry he really was.

"Baby... I'm really, really, sorry." He whispered, his low voice made you shiver in response, but your mouth stayed shut. 

He saw how hurt you were because you always gave in after he whispered at your ear. But seeing how you weren't responding, then he would have to play low.. 

"Hey." He said to make you look at him. He set you free from his hug and then he cupped your round and cute cheeks to bring your face close to his, he curved his body to reach you. You placed your hands on his instantly, trying to stop him. "Look at me." He said after you divert your eyes from his. 

"Baby, look at me." He demanded once again, his tone was 100% serious and you knew it was time for you to look, so you stared at him back.

"Do you believe in me?" He asked, pouting a little while arching his eyebrows in a question expression whilst he waited for your answer. 

"I do, you know I do." Your voice cracked and he could barely hear you. You were weak already, and that's when he knew you had already forgiven him. 

"Then let me make it up to you." And he attacked your lips, softly at first. His tongue gently traveled from your bottom to your upper lip, wetting them with his saliva. His tongue was soft and you felt goosebumps taking over your body. 

It was just a kiss, but you hadn't kissed him for weeks and this was like finally going to heaven before resting in peace forever. 

His hands left your cheeks and went back to your waist, now your arms were placed around his neck and he was mischievously ​smiling through the kiss when you bite his bottom lip real hard. It should have caused him pain, but instead of complaining he was smiling and now gripping your ass strongly, making your pelvis touch his body. 

"You wanna play dirty, baby?" He laughed. "I'm in, jump." And you obeyed. 

After his lips touched yours you lost the game, you were very aware of that. So you jumped and hugged his waist with your legs while he walked to your bedroom, wasting no time. 

He put you on the bed and hovered over your body. He was looking at you, his eyes full of passion, lust and love made you feel dizzy. 

"Just make me forgive you." You timidly asked him, while your hands went straight to his waist, peeking at his white shirt to try and take it off him. 

He slightly slapped your hands to warn you, you shouldn't touch him and then smirked naughtily. 

"You have already forgiven me, or else you wouldn't be here, under my lusty body hungrily wishing for yours." And he did it... He made you blush, so you faced the wall, trying to not look at him. 

"We've had sex before, but you always truly blush when I say this kind of things." He said not bothered about you not facing him, he had a job to be done, and in the right time you would definitely look at him again. 

Jimin was in the maknae line of the group, but he was such an expert in teasing. When it comes to just both of you locked inside a room with four walls, he isn't the cute and shy Jimin, he's the older guy who takes the lead and who always makes you scream his name so loud that all the neighbors would know what you were doing.

He was gently kissing your neck, sucking your soft and sensitive skin, now and then he would breathe at your ear, to let you know how desperate he was to make you his and how excited he was to finally touch you after so long.

"You are so arrogant sometimes" You huffed looking at him again. 

"But you love me." And he dove in to kiss you hungrily, he didn't want to be soft anymore. Your eyes were sparkling so much that he couldn't control himself. 

His hands caressed your whole clothed body, until he shoved his hands under your shirt, he pressed his short nails on your side, scratching you lightly and carefully to not hurt you, until his hand reached your breast, and that was it... The game begins.  

He strongly caressed your breast even though you were still wearing your bra, his nails slightly scratched the upper skin of your breast that was not hidden underneath your bra and that's when he heard your first moan, which made him more excited. 

"Jimiiiin, let me take your shirt off." You lowly asked, already knowing the answer to that, but still hoping he could say a 'yes'. 

"Be patient baby, you'll have all of me when it's the right time." He bit your lip, then his tongue entered your mouth, massaging yours seductively. "You are also still in your clothes, we need to get rid of them first."

Your hands still grabbed his waist and your nails finally met his skin, you marked him making him growl in a pleasurable pain. He loved when you took initiative or showed interested in something before he asked you.

He took your shirt off effortlessly, and then Jimin took his time to kiss every inch of exposed skin on your upper body. He licked your belly bottom and went traveling up until he reached your neck, where he stopped to bite you slightly again. 

"I so need you" you whispered and that was new for him. You were never the type to say things aloud, because you were always too shy for that. 

Hearing how you wanted and needed him in the most intimate way made his hard length twitch inside his briefs. 

Jimin took your hand inside his and guided it until you were touching his sweatpants, you felt how hard and needy he also was.  He made you squeeze his boner through his pants and that made him growl in return, he took your hand off of him a few seconds later and when your eyes locked with his, you knew he's had enough of teasing. He adjusted himself inside your legs and opened your jeans, taking it off of you, now you were only on your underwear, but he was still fully dressed, and it made you sigh. "It's not fair, Jimin. I want to touch you too." You complained. And he smiled, stripping down to be only on his briefs.  He laid down back onto your body, making your skin touch his, the electricity running on your bodies were insane, your breaths were already out of pace and you haven't even done anything properly.  But that is Jimin's magic on you... He just drives you insane by simply existing.  He started to move and make his pelvis touch yours and he started to create some friction, making you feel his boner touch your womanhood.  Both of you were looking into each other's eyes and by that, you were also connecting your souls. You were saying how much you missed each other, how much you loved each other, how much you desired one another.  Jimin fiercely thrusted n you, hitting the most sensitive nub on your body, so you arched a little your back which allowed him to open your bra, taking it off a few seconds later.  He could have just asked for you to take it, but he wanted to put a show.  Jimin gently started to suck your breasts, one at a time, giving full attention to you and your pleasure. He marked you with light bruises for sucking your boobs harshly, but it pleased you in a way you couldn't understand.  Your fingers were tangled on his hair and his scalp was being abused by your long nails... Jimin loved it.  After abusing your breasts with his mouth, after making you moan loudly, he started to kiss your ribs and then your stomach until he reached your panties. Jimin took your underwear with his teeth, and came back kissing your legs all the way until he reached your inner thighs.  You tried to close your legs to prevent him from going further, you knew you were already too excited and that even a tiny bit of teasing on your slit would make you go over the edge.  He looked up at you and said 'tsk', because he opened your legs with all the kissed he planted on you, making you slowly give up on keeping your womanhood from him.  "Don't hold anything back, baby. Please, I just wanna hear you." He asked before kissing your clit gently.  The teasing game started all over again. You were already gasping for air when he simply used two of his fingers to open your walls to give him a better access on your clit, he licked you slowly, then in circles he messaged you, making you contort in bed.  He passed his wet tongue all over your womanhood, exploring every inch of your private area until he found your clit again, he lightly bit you there, making you scream in response. Your back arched and he was fast to look up at you to see your breasts balancing after your sudden move.  He smirked. He loved to see your reactions, he loved to know that this time you weren't holding yourself back. He wanted to tease, he wanted to hear you, he wanted to make you feel good...  And for that, he inserted two fingers inside you, curling them up to find your spot, his tongue didn't leave your clit and in circles he was still stimulating your sensitive nub. You felt dizzy and soon enough you were panting.  And Jimin was aching.  "Jimin, I-"  "You what?" Now he was masturbating you with both of his hands, two fingers hitting repeatedly your g spot and his thumb circling your clit.  "I-" You tried again to speak, but you were out of breath. 

"Tell me baby, what is it?" He was looking at you carefully, to capture all your reactions, expressions, everything. "I- I'm going to cum." You said holding firmly the sheets. Your pelvis was already moving on its own, your body was ready for it. You could already see the stars coming.  Jimin increased the pace, and went back with his tongue to stimulate your clit, you couldn't hold back any longer.  "Jimin, I am-" And when you felt it was coming...  Jimin suddenly stopped.  "NO! Jimin, don't." You pleaded putting your hands on your eyes and sighing heavily out of frustration. You were cut off before you could reach your orgasm. You were pissed.  After three seconds had passed, you were ready to open your eyes and attack him back, but before you could even say anything he was back on top of you.  "I don't want to lose the party, baby." He said at your ear while his hands opened your legs again, he aligned himself and entered you roughly without asking or warning.  You felt him inside you, he hit your spot right away, he was so hard you couldn't imagine how patient he had been while he pleasured you.   "Ahhhh, Jimin!!."   "Hmm? Does it hurt?" He asked thrusting inside you powerfully, he'd never been so eager and so rough before. "You want me to stop?" He asked with another thrust.  You've never felt him so deep inside of you. His short nails were craved on your breast, while he sucked the other as if his life depended on it. His hip thrusts were not fast, but they were deep and rough. It was painfully pleasurable. You could only hold on to the sheets and hope you wouldn't die any time soon... You've never been so overwhelmed before.  "Baby? Won't you answer me?" He asked again, now looking into your eyes. He noticed how you were biting your lips, preventing yourself from screaming, he saw how you were tightly holding to the bed sheets, and that's when he knew he was doing everything right.  He told you, he wanted you to remember this night.  He held your wrists and made you let go of the bed sheets, instead, he intertwined his fingers with yours, he placed your hands and his over your head while he looked straight into your eyes.  "You wanna cum?" He asked simply. Licking his own lips and never letting you look at anywhere else but to him. His length was hitting you so strongly and so good you were afraid you'd pass out. Your bodies were extremely sweaty and it made him look even sexier.  "Mhm. P-please, I-" And he thrust the deepest inside you this time.  "Cum with me, baby." He kissed your forehead then looked into your eyes to see you nodding, because you were too weak to speak. Jimin then sucked your neck while he fastened the pace, now his thrusts weren't so furious and deep, but they were fast, very fast.  He let go of one of your hands and he placed it in between your sweat bodies, directing it to your clit again. He was teasing, and your orgasm was soon enough there, making you tremble underneath his body. You were screaming his name and he kept thrusting until he came, a few seconds after you.  Your body was fragile, you were sensitive, even his pelvis touching yours would make you tremble again.  You've never had such a strong orgasm before.  Jimin always made sure to be gentle, because you were shy and delicate, but on your birthday, as a request of apology, as a demonstrating of affection, of desire, of missing you, he made you come the hardest.  Jimin stayed inside you a little more, waiting for both of you to catch your breath. After moving aside and laying down by your side, Jimin wrapped you up inside his arms and covered you with the bed sheets. He took your hair away from your sweaty forehead and kissed it.  Jimin comforted you and caressed your back for a while, without exchanging any words. He slightly moved his body, as if shushing you down and wanting to make you sleep, he knew you were tired, more than him.  After looking at your peaceful expression and knowing that you had already drifted away to dreamland, he kissed the tip of your nose and whispered to your sleepy self.  "Happy birthday, my love"

 don’t post this anywhere else. 

[dramaism]

THEY'RE SO SINCERE

JIMIIIIN