#and appealing to jimins appetite

[jmdbjk]

The song “Letter”

Just one thing I want to say...

When Jungkook said the dumpling incident was more than what we’ve been told, that it was serious shit... let that be a reminder that it is possible that not everything we see or hear is the total truth. That everything they show us or tell is us is possibly NOT the whole story. 

It’s not that they are lying to us or giving us half-truths, on the contrary, they want us to know the catalyzing moments. But divulging the less-than-savory details, or details that are too personal, takes away from the point of sharing the moment. I hope that makes sense.

That being said, on the surface and in general, “Letter” is a song for Army. To Jimin, who wrote the song, his music is for the fans in general. He frames the song as one for the fans. We all know what he says is true. ALL of the music is for fans. That’s why they are doing this for a living. And this song is one he wanted to single out as special, and he wanted to offer it in a special way by having it “hidden” on the CD. 

Yet, many interpret the meaning of the song as something else, as is their right to. The song can have multiple meanings to different people. And that is exactly what music is for, to be interpreted in many, many ways that can resonate within us.

Those of us who acknowledge the special relationship he has with Jungkook interpret their relationship along the lines of: this is “possibly NOT the whole story.” 

And Jimin maybe acknowledges that by having Jungkook participate on the song, knowing that the song can now have another more specific and personal meaning applied to it. Jimin knows we know that. They both know we know that. Is there a “level” of this meaning that needs to be applied? No. We all are allowed to interpret it to the level we are each comfortable with.

The general fandom will see it as a special song even more so because another BTS member participated. And that’s it. Which is ok. 

But there are those who specifically do not want the song to be interpreted that way at all in any way shape or form and they spend an inordinate amount of time and energy trying to knock down those interpretations. Why do they spend so much negative energy on that? Who knows? 

Does Jimin need to come out and explicitly explain other meanings for the song? No, why would he? Why SHOULD he? He already said its a song for and to Army. We know where his heart and emotions were when he wrote it. Just because he doesn’t openly explain other meanings, does not mean there is only one interpretation of the song. IT IS ART!

Interpretation of art is the attribution of meaning to a work...giving meaning to a work. This process is subjective, meaning there is no right or wrong way to interpret the meaning of a work. We schlepp our own personal emotional baggage in everything we do and it is through this lens that we view and react to the world and that includes art. 

Where we often get hung up is whether we agree or disagree if the artist’s intention is relevant to how it is interpreted. 

Did Jimin ONLY mean for us to take his literal words as the meaning and then STOP, no other meanings apply? Or do we also include his literal action of having Jungkook, a specific member of BTS, participate on the track as a specific intention? 

If you don’t get it, that’s ok, it is just something that I’ve seen a lot of debate about and now I’ve said my piece.

Keep in mind that Jimin is an emotional animal. He lives, breathes, speaks, expresses himself with emotions. He is not a surface skimmer. He literally wrote songs about his literal emotions. 

For his sake, think deeper and be a good human.

[taevbears]

To Be Loved - 03

Please be our guest

⤑ pairing: namjoon x reader (a bit of reader x jungkook) ⤑ genre: hybrid au, romance, hurt/comfort ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ word count: 6.3k ⤑ warnings: hybrids are seen as sub-human, brief descriptions of abuse throughout the chapter, a bit of angst, the boys are very guarded and kind of mean toward the reader, reader is stress lol ⤑ note: sorry for the delay in this chapter, it's been really hectic these past few weeks being sick and super busy. i'm curious what your thoughts are and what you guys think namjoon is! also, i hope you all have a safe and warm holiday full of delicious food!

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Dinner is served.

Laid out across the table is a small feast consisting of homegrown vegetables from their garden, hand-picked fruits of the season, grilled fish caught from a nearby river, roasted poultry and cooked eggs, and homemade brew that’s been aging in their cellar. Food that’s clearly been hunted and gathered from around the manor.

“You two are our guests,” Rap Monster says to you and Jungkook from the head of the table, sitting directly across from you. “Please feel free to help yourselves.”

He glances over at the wolf hybrid and gives him a tiny nod. The eldest among the pack picks up his utensils and begins to put food on his plate, and the others soon follow suit, reaching for whatever appeals to their appetites. Even Jungkook begins to pile up on the food he’s been eyeing since they’ve been set down before him, and then passes the dish to you, starving after everything you’ve both been through since you’ve ventured off the main roads.

“This is seriously so good!” Jungkook praises between bites. His eyebrows are furrowed together, as if he’s angry at how incredibly tasty everything is.

“You’re just hungry,” the leopard hybrid remarks, shoulders raising a bit as he puts some fish on his plate.

“Thank you for cooking,” you add softly, though you’re not really sure who to direct it to. Jimin had mentioned that someone named Seokjin and someone named Yoongi prepared tonight’s meal. The deer hybrid only stares at you with a frown, the leopard hybrid doesn’t even bother to make eye-contact with you, and the wolf hybrid merely nods his head without saying anything back.

The table is relatively quiet, but you can tell that it’s a level of silence they’re not used to. Although the pack of hybrids try not to make it too obvious, you can tell they’re all observing you closely.

It starts to make you feel self-conscious as you bite into an apple, not really tasting the food but going through the motions of it.

You hate attention. You’ve always had.

The pressure of everyone’s eyes on you, watching your every move, and judging your every word and action makes your skin crawl, constricts your breath, and knots your stomach. Whenever you’re forced into the spotlight – Kangdae dangling you around like a pretty thing to envy – you keep your gaze on the ground. Your voice starts to tremble. You hear people asking what’s wrong with you.

As your eyes burn on the plate, you realize that’s what’s happening now. The hybrids are making you as nervous as you’re probably making them.

Humans, after all, are the most dangerous threat to them.

“My name is Jimin.”

To your right, opposite of Jungkook, the swan hybrid speaks. He seems to sense your uneasiness and then gestures for the others to follow.

Next to him, the bear hybrid grunts, “Taehyung.”

“Seokjin,” says the wolf hybrid, gnawing on a bone.

“I’m Hoseok,” the deer hybrid pipes up from the other side of the table, across the wolf.

“Yoongi,” the leopard hybrid calls himself, sitting between Hoseok and Jungkook.

Across from you, at the other end of the table, the one you know as Rap Monster merely smiles. The dimples on his cheeks are deep as he looks at his pack fondly before his colorful eyes meet your gaze. “I don’t go by Rap Monster anymore, so you can call me by my real name. It’s Namjoon.”

Namjoon.

Finally, you have the name of the mysterious rapper.

You tell them your name, and Jungkook finishes the round of introductions with his. With one question answered, another one pops up. This time, from you. “How do you all know each other?”

The air shifts with a sudden tension, and you instantly regret the words leaving your mouth. It feels like you’ve come across a taboo topic. Information that, perhaps, none of them feel comfortable sharing with a human. You can see, by some of the emotions that cross their faces, that it hadn’t been easy for them to get here.

“The short story is that I took them all in,” Namjoon explains lightly. “Society isn’t exactly kind to creatures like us. Humans only see us as abominations. A lot of them can be unnecessarily cruel to the things they’re afraid of. To the things they don’t understand. I found them and I offered them a place in my home.”

“Which brings us to question,” Seokjin interrupts, his yellow eyes practically glowing when he looks at you, “what brought you into our territory?”

It’s a question they all seem to be wondering. Even before the car accident in the woods.

The words get stuck in your throat. 

Taehyung crosses his arms. He looks broader when he does that. More intimidating. “We don’t allow humans to come anywhere near this place.”

“But she’s not like other humans!” Jungkook speaks up on your behalf, eyes wide as if that would help convince them of his plight. “She’s really nice, and she’s my friend.”

“Jungkook,” you start, your voice barely above a whisper. You want to stop him. To tell him that he doesn’t need to defend you. That you understand their hostility, and that you swear you’ll be gone as soon as the storm stops.

His ear twitches toward you, showing that he’s heard you, but he decides to ignore you.

“I was in bad shape when I met her, but she helped me. She treated my wounds after my owner nearly…” He shudders, unable to finish his sentence. Given the bruises and cuts on his face, and the welts and scars on his body, it’s not hard to imagine what could’ve happened. Or how far his owner would’ve gone to hurt him. “She fed me too. And bought me ice cream and banana milk.”

Seokjin snorts at that. For a brief second, Hoseok and Taehyung look a little amused by his last comment. Whereas Yoongi and Jimin visibly frown as they look more closely at Jungkook’s wounds. Namjoon’s eyes meet yours for a moment, and you feel your heart flutter before he turns to Jungkook and gives him a nod, encouraging him to go on.

“And she’s been trying to find a safe place to take me to,” he continues, turning to look at you. There’s gratitude in his eyes when he does. “We were trying to take a shortcut through the woods, but it was raining so hard and we could barely see where we were going. We’re both just trying to get away from our bad humans.”

By the silence that follows, you’re not entirely sure if they believe you’re a good person yet. That, despite Jungkook trying to defend your honor, there’s still a bit of skepticism over a human helping a hybrid out of the goodness from their heart. After everything they must have gone through by the hands of those who try to control them, you can’t blame them at all for feeling jaded.

“I believe it,” is all Namjoon says. His gaze is fixed on you now, and again, you start to feel nervous at the attention. But… not in an entirely unwanted way. “You were kind to me once before, too.”

For years, the old manor has been something straight out of a storybook. A beautiful, old home, stuck in time, untouched by humans. Deep in the woods and hard to find unless you know your way to it. Forgotten, but with a timeless and enchanting charm.

It begins with Namjoon, who discovers it. And then Yoongi, who helps him rebuild and restore it. Then, they find Hoseok, and for a while, it’s just the three of them. But that all changes when they meet Jimin and Taehyung and take them in at the same time. And finally, Seokjin joins their pack.

One by one, the hybrids have contributed and worked together to make this abandoned place their own. You see the way they protect each other, how they take care of each other. Humans haven’t stepped near their secret haven for years, and yet, here you are – an intruding threat to their sanctuary. A walking reminder of what they’ve run away from.

Yoongi, captured and thrown into a cage, about to be sent overseas in cargo to be auctioned off had he not managed to escape from his captives.

Hoseok, left for dead by the hands of hunters, antlers forcibly cut by the time Namjoon and Yoongi find him barely breathing.

Jimin and Taehyung running away from a shelter that was abusing the hybrids, starving them out, depriving them of basic essentials, and throwing them into tiny, cramped spaces before they’re next in line to be euthanized.

And Seokjin, forced to become a lone wolf after violently losing his home, family, and everything he knows to the greed of humans until he finally found the others.

“If you need anything, don’t be afraid to ask,” Namjoon assures you, clearing the plates away from dinner to wash. “I want you to feel comfortable while you’re here.”

“I appreciate it, Namjoon. Thank you,” you tell him sincerely. He grins at you, practically beaming as his name rolls off your tongue. You can’t help but smile back at him, although shyly.

It’s strange how flustered you feel around him.

“Can we look around?” Jungkook asks, coming up between you and Namjoon. He looks at him curiously as the two of you finally look away from each other.

“Of course. Jimin? Mind showing them around?” Namjoon asks the swan hybrid, who just finishes up wiping down the table.

He looks a bit surprised, but nods his head. “Oh. Sure. Let me finish this up and I’ll be right with you guys.”

“I’ll go with you guys,” Taehyung offers, glancing at you for a brief moment before he finishes up sweeping.

“What about you?” you ask. Not that you don’t mind Jimin. He’s been nice to you. Taehyung as well, though out of obligation.

You were just hoping to spend more time with Namjoon.

“I’ll catch up with you later,” he promises as he looks at the other hybrids, all pretending they aren’t listening to the conversation. “I need to make sure no one else followed you here.”

As requested, Jimin and Taehyung show you and Jungkook around the manor.

The east wing is where you’ll be staying. The room that you woke up in is yours, and Jungkook has his own room near you. Dinner is at the same time every evening, and it is expected that the two of you will join the rest of the pack. There are many rooms that make this place feel like a modern castle: a ballroom with a grand piano, a lounge room with board games, puzzles, a pool table, and old gaming consoles, a conservatory with curtainless windows, table tennis, a seating area, and a greenhouse.

You can see that Jungkook is fascinated with the manor as much as you are. Maybe even more so. His eyes practically sparkle with excitement when he sees a familiar game that he played as a child, or that cheeky smile on his face when he asks if you can dance or play any instruments in the ballroom. You see Jimin and Taehyung eager to show him the cool stuff around the manor too, and you suspect that at one point, they’ve forgotten you’re on this tour as well.

Still, it’s so nice to see Jungkook smiling and laughing. Despite everything he’s been through, there’s still an endearing, childlike innocence to him. A shy, friendly aura that makes him so approachable and well-liked.

You can see him being very happy here. Even if you’re not in the picture.

“What’s over there?” Jungkook asks, curious as he nods toward the west wing.

“Oh, that place is off-limits,” Taehyung explains without giving it a second glance. “No one is allowed to go there.”

You’re a bit surprised by that. The west wing looks completely normal from where you stand. “Why not?”

“It just is,” Taehyung cuts in a little harshly as he glares at you. Your mouth immediately snaps shut, a bit hurt and taken aback by the outburst.

“You’re free to go anywhere else in the manor,” Jimin adds, trying to drop the topic. His voice is gentler as he shoots his companion a warning glance. “Just not the west wing. Understand?”

You merely nod your head, not trusting your voice at this point.

While the hybrids like Jungkook, it’s clear that they don’t feel the same about you. And you’re not certain they ever will.

As the tour continues, you can’t help but notice the other hybrids’ reactions when you come within their personal spaces in the manor. Yoongi stares at you from the high wooden beams on the ceiling. His spotted tail slowly swishes back and forth in distrust as his glaring, feline eyes never leave yours. Hoseok hides from you whenever he hears you approaching. He’s so scared, he’s trembling as you catch his wide-eyed, petrified gaze, and the guilt of almost hurting him weighs more heavily on you. Seokjin covers his mouth to hold back a low growl when you come near his room. His body is tense and his lips are curled back into a snarl. Even Taehyung is only accompanying you to make sure that Jimin is safe. That you won’t harm his dear friend.

Rain continues to heavily pour outside. You wish that the storm would die down already. Clearly, you’re not welcomed here.

A hand touches the small of your back, and you raise your head to see Jungkook giving you a tiny, comforting smile. Just like at the motel stop with the scary men, he subtly assures you that he has your back.

You give him a wry smile back, squeezing his arm in appreciation. It’s a silent exchange that doesn’t go unnoticed by the other two hybrids with you.

“This is our last stop,” Jimin announces as he and Taehyung open the double-doors. Your eyes widen in awe at the sight before you.

A library.

There are two levels, and both have standing shelves full of books. Art pieces that look like they belong in museums decorate the room as well, from busts of philosophers to exquisite paintings hung on the walls. In the center is a large couch that looks cozy enough to sink into, curled up with a good book. It’s a place much bigger and prettier than the tiny book nook in your town.

“Wow…” You step inside, mood instantly lifting as you marvel at the sight before you. You could spend months here, just trying to read through the massive collection. “This is amazing!”

Jungkook looks surprised. “You think so?”

“Is it okay if I look around?”

Jimin and Taehyung exchange looks with each other, but they nod their heads. You disappear into the nearest aisle, browsing around. Your fingers run across the spines of books and their printed titles before landing on the ones that catch your interest. Things that were in your to-read list, things that you’ve just discovered now, things that you fondly remember reading before.

To the two residential hybrids, it’s probably one of the more boring parts of the manor, yet you’re absolutely enthralled by the room.

“Are there any comics?” Jungkook shyly asks, and Taehyung’s eyes brighten a bit as he takes his wrist and shows him where they are. The two leave Jimin alone as he watches you with curiosity.

“That’s funny,” he says to himself before he follows after the other hybrids. “This is his favorite room too.”

Sleep doesn’t come easy for you. Not tonight, at least.

After everything you’ve been through – running away from Kangdae, being on the road for days, looking for the perfect home for Jungkook, being careful to cover your tracks and not get caught, and finally ending up here – you’d think you would’ve been knocked out by now, exhausted from everything.

But as you turn to face the window, the relentless storm outside seems to reflect the turmoil you feel.

The storm won’t last forever. You’ll probably be here for two or three nights. Maybe a week at most. Then, as soon as the rainy days clear up, you’ll be out of here.

But Jungkook should stay.

As you toured around the manor with Jimin and Taehyung, it’s so clear to you that this place could be exactly what you two were hoping to find for him. A place to call home.

The hybrids provide for each other. They take care of each other. And they’ve clearly taken a liking to Jungkook. He’ll have his meals, a warm bed in his own room, plenty of fun things to do, friends to talk to. He’ll be happy here with them.

You turn to face the ceiling, already dreading the inevitable conversation you’ll have to have with him. He’s become your friend, and someone you care a lot about. You just hope he won’t be so stubborn and make it harder for you to let him go.

Especially since the other hybrids don’t like you as much. Or rather, at all. In fact, you’re pretty sure they’re eager for the storm to pass as much as you are so that you can leave their secret haven.

The mean looks some of them give you. The way they snarl and hiss and tremble at your presence. It feels like there isn’t anything you can do about it. Even if Namjoon allows you to stay, even if Jungkook is there to vouch for you, they’ll just hate you no matter what, simply because you’re human.

You sigh. You can’t force them to like you, of course, and you don’t blame them for being weary of you. But the bigger problem seems to be how you’re going to get out of the woods without a car. With your face all over the news. With Kangdae’s family exhausting all their efforts to look for you.

And as you roll to face the door, you think about Namjoon.

He’s as much of a mystery to you now as he was back then. He has a charisma that commands the room, that makes it obvious that he’s the leader of the pack. That alone has all the hybrids respect him and look up to him. And to top it off, he’s also so kind for letting you and Jungkook in, for making you both feel comfortable in his home.

You can’t remember the last time Kangdae treated you as nicely. He was always so selfish and cruel, and you feel foolish to think that’s what love was.

When in reality, ever since you finally left him, you realize you know nothing about love at all. You thought, if you stayed with him long enough, you could learn to love him. That you could learn how to be loved back.

But the pitiful ache in your heart only makes you realize that, at least with Kangdae, there was never any love at all. 

And yet, Namjoon…

With a finality, you throw the covers off of you. Since you can’t sleep, you decide to do something else to force your thoughts away.

You try your best to avoid the creaks on the floor as you quietly sneak out of the room. The halls of the east wing are dark, but luckily, you aren’t met with any grumpy hybrids just yet. As quietly as possible, you shut the door to your room and try to navigate through the shadowy hall, trying to remember where exactly the library is located in the huge manor.

However, your endeavor is halted when you hear voices at the end of the hall.

“You could be a little nicer to her,” Jimin begins, standing near a window where the moonlight illuminates his face. The tone in his voice sounds like he’s disappointed.

Standing before him is no one other than Taehyung. “She’s human.”

“She could be—” Jimin starts, but lowers his voice. You barely hear him as he tells Taehyung, “I think she’s it.”

His eyes widen a little, seeming to know exactly what he’s talking about.

“You think she’s—” An abrupt silence follows when they sense they’re not alone. Both of them turn to you. Even in the darkness, you think they can still see you. Then, Taehyung confirms they can when he asks, “Little human, where do you think you’re going?”

“I can’t sleep,” you reply honestly. On cue, the rumble of thunder ominously rolls in, sounding like the roar of a beast. You’re vaguely reminded of the sound that spooked Jungkook right before the accident, and you wonder if whatever it was is still out there.

“Are you afraid of the storm?” Jimin asks with a tilt of his head.

“It’s not that.” You don’t mind the rain or the sound of thunder, especially if you can stay safe and cozy indoors, sheltered from the bad weather. Under other circumstances, you might even enjoy the ambiance it brings in the background of a good book. “I think I just want to read something before I go to bed.”

“Are you afraid of us?” Taehyung suddenly asks you. His eyes glowering as he waits for your response.

But you look confused. “What do you mean?”

“Do you think we’re monsters?”

“Taehyung,” Jimin warns with a frown. He turns back to you, opening his mouth as if he’s about to tell you to just forget about his friend’s question.

“You’re not monsters,” you tell him seriously, without hesitation, without looking away. Your answer surprises not just the two hybrids before you, but also the ones in the shadows, listening in. “None of you are.”

You love books.

From the stories that your parents would read you to sleep, to the short stories full of childlike adventure and wonder, and later opening up to genres of drama, horror, fantasy, and romance. Even now, you love immersing yourself in the worlds of writers, escaping and overcoming trails that aren’t your own, and imagining yourself as the main character with every page you turn. It’s something that you can’t get enough of.

You love the weight of a book in your hand, the smooth texture of paper beneath your fingertips, and the earthy, musty smell of aged and worn pages that’ve been sitting on their shelves. You love being so captured by a story, you forget everything else around you, hung to every inked word across the page until the final conclusion.

Entering the library for the first time, surrounded by one of your favorite things, brings you a comfort that you haven’t felt in a long time.

Kangdae never understood your fascination with books. He couldn’t relate to that interest at all, finding it boring and a waste of time. It got harder to indulge in reading when you were with him. There were always chores to do after a long day at work that he never bothered to help with, or spontaneous trips and outings that he’d drag you to just so he can ignore you for his friends and other pretty women throughout the night. Even the books you do own, Kangdae never respected them – he never did with any of your belongings – throwing them when he was mad until the pages were bent and torn from the bindings, or using them as coasters or to spill his drinks on.

Finding yourself in a place like this brings you back to a time before you ever met Kangdae. Where no one really knew you, and you could quietly indulge yourself in the stories you’ve always loved.

Of all the books in the library, one of them catches your eye.

It’s your favorite one. The one about a far-off place with daring sword fights and a prince in disguise.

Your eyes widen in disbelief as you hold the book in your hands, flipping through the pages. It’s been well-kept, as have all the other books here. Unlike the copy you had at your home, ruined beyond repair. As you skim through the pages, the story immediately jumps out at you. The descriptions make it easy to imagine, and the flow of words make it hard to put the book down.

Even though you’ve read this story countless times, it never gets old. Because within the pages, entwined with all the action, adventure, and drama, is a love story.

To be loved and to be loved in return.

You’ve always wished for something like that for yourself.

All you’ve ever known about love is from Kangdae. The misery, the arguments, the fear, the anger. You think that’s just the reality of what love is supposed to be. But at least in this story, love seems nice. Even if it’s only fiction.

“That’s a good one.”

You’re startled when Namjoon appears beside you, looking at the book that you have in your hands. He looks wet, as if he’s been outside. Water drips from his soaked clothes, but he doesn’t seem bothered by it at all.

You smile at him sheepishly and admit, “It’s actually my favorite.”

He returns your smile. Those deep dimples pop up on his cheeks as he offers, “If you want it, it’s yours.”

“Oh! Thank you, I appreciate it, but I really can’t,” you decline, although very touched and almost tempted by the gift. “I don’t know how I can repay you for letting us stay here until the storm passes.”

“You don’t need to repay me anything,” he assures you sincerely. Perhaps to him, he’s just returning the favor you did for him years ago.

“I should at least give you money or something.” You don’t have much on you, though. Just whatever is left of what you’ve been secretly saving up.

Namjoon seems to consider it, but then, almost a bit shyly, he asks, “What about a date instead?”

You’re not entirely sure what Namjoon is thinking when he asks you on a date.

It’s still raining outside. Thunder, lightning, strong winds, and all. Even if you could leave the old manor, there isn’t anywhere to go. You’re surrounded by a thick forest in the middle of nowhere.

Still, Namjoon has you close your eyes.

His big, strong, and incredibly warm hands take yours in his, as he guides you to wherever he plans to take you. He smells like rain, and his clothes are still slightly damp from patrolling outside.

Your footsteps echo together in the quiet manor as he leads you out of the library. You can feel his gaze on your face, making sure you don’t ruin his surprise, and taking in all your features up close. And you bite back a giggle when you hear him bump into things every now and then before quickly assuring you that he’s okay and reminding you not to open your eyes yet.

“Watch your step,” he warns as he takes you somewhere colder. You clumsily stumble over the step anyway, nearly falling if it isn’t for his hands steadying you.

“Namjoon, where—?”

“Okay,” he says with a baited breath. “Open your eyes.”

Connected to the curtainless sunroom with the tennis table and the comfortable seating area is a greenhouse. You noticed it when Jimin and Taehyung showed you around earlier, but you didn’t have a chance to look inside. Namjoon smiles eagerly as he shows you his private, indoor garden: the bonsai trees that are starting to bloom with flowers, monstera plants standing tall with giant leaves, and bundles of flowers like roses, snapdragons, and lilies.

“Wow, Namjoon,” you say in awe, looking around. It feels like walking into the library for the first time, marveling at the magic the room brings. “These are beautiful.”

“I grew them myself,” Namjoon proudly states, rubbing his neck shyly. “They’re nothing compared to Hoseok and Jimin’s garden, but I thought I should still show you this place. I like coming here when I have a lot on my mind.”

“I can see why,” you remark. It’s nice here. All the flowers and plants look like they’re well-taken care of, healthy and thriving despite the ominous weather conditions. You come across a flower that you’ve never seen before. It looks like a cross between a lily and a rose, iridescent in color but with a thing of blue and purple. Their leaves and stems shine green like emeralds. “What are these?”

“Pretty, right? I call them smeraldo flowers,” he explains. His eyes light up with the way you admire them. “In the language of flowers, they mean non potevo dire la verità – the truth that couldn’t be told.”

“I’ve never seen anything like them.” You carefully touch the soft, delicate petal of the flower. They almost look like they’re made of magic.

“They’re beautiful like you.”

You look up at Namjoon just then, a bit surprised by the compliment. He seems a bit embarrassed, trying to hide his face as if he hadn’t meant to say those words out loud.

You’ve been called beautiful before. Sometimes, you think your natural beauty is all that Kangdae sees in you. It’s the only reason he ever tried to pursue you. But hearing it from Namjoon, who seems sincere with his words and intentions, it feels different.

It feels nice.

“I don’t know about that. These are very beautiful flowers,” you reply with a shy smile. “But thank you, Namjoon. You’re really kind.”

“I know the other guys are having a… difficult time adjusting to you. We haven’t had a guest here in a long time, especially a human one,” Namjoon tries to justify on their behalf. “They’re not bad, though. None of us are. So, you don’t need to be afraid while you’re here. But if you ever feel lost or scared, you can always come here. This place, these flowers, they bring me comfort. I hope they do the same for you.”

“Thanks Namjoon,” you repeat with a small smile. He really is so kind to you. “And I get it. Don’t worry. I don’t know what any of them have been through, but I don’t blame them for being cautious of me.”

Although you haven’t had many encounters with hybrids before, you know of the mistreatment they’ve endured from humans. How they’re treated like outcasts, and are constantly on the threat of being enslaved as laborers, entertainers, or pets. You see them protesting for their rights, and how laws constantly change to their disadvantage. 

But if you’ve learned anything while being with Jungkook, it’s that he isn’t too different from you. He likes to sing and dance to music while you’re driving, he snores in his sleep, he loves the taste of banana milk and ice cream.

It hurts a little, but you understand why they’re weary of you. Why the hybrids aren’t able to easily trust you the way they can trust Jungkook, even though he’s just as much of a stranger to them as you are.

“You really are different from other humans,” Namjoon states with intrigue. The look in his colorful eyes is full of warmth and sincerity.

“I don’t think I’m doing anything different than what any decent person would do.”

“It’s because not a lot of humans treat us like decent people,” Namjoon explains again with a sad smile. “You know, you humans are so fascinating to me. You build grand cities with tall skyscrapers, you create beautiful art pieces that evoke feelings and different interpretations to your work, you write countless moving stories of wisdom, fantasy, and poetry. I wanted to be a rapper because I felt like I needed my voice to be heard in this world. All the anger I felt about being born a hybrid, all the sadness and loneliness I felt from being shunned away, all the fear of never being able to be heard or accepted. I went to the underground to prove that I can be as good as the humans are. That my voice is just as worthy to be heard as theirs.”

“It is worthy,” you tell him firmly. “I still remember the night I saw you perform so clearly. You were the best one out of all of them. Even better than some professional rappers in the industry these days.”

He looks away bashfully, but quietly replies, “Thank you. I’m glad you think so.”

“After the incident,” you start, both of you recalling that night when people discovered that he was a hybrid, “I was hoping that I’d see you again.”

“I had hoped to see you too.”

The confession is soft, but you still hear it over the sound of rain and thunder. In the greenhouse, standing in the garden where loneliness is in full bloom, you feel something stir inside you. Something warm. Something real.

You can’t place your finger on why. But you start to think about the meaning of love.

And you have to wonder, has Namjoon been thinking about you this whole time? Does he remember that night he met you as clearly as you do? Is that why he’s so welcoming to bring you into his home? Is that why he’s been so kind to you?

“Namjoon?”

“Yes?”

His eyes are so mesmerizing, you don’t realize the rain has stopped. That the roars of thunder and flashes of lightning have suddenly died down. That all you can hear is your own heartbeat in your chest as you look up at the handsome man before you.

“What kind of hybrid are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”

For the other hybrids, it’s obvious what they are: Seokjin is a wolf, Yoongi is a leopard, Hoseok is a deer, Jimin is a swan, Taehyung is a bear, and Jungkook is a bunny. But Namjoon, who mostly looks human, you have a hard time figuring out what he could be.

“I’m a beast. A miserable, ugly beast.”

Your brows furrow slightly. “I don’t think you’re—”

“But I am,” he interrupts with a frown. He looks at you seriously. “Trust me. You don’t want to see me in that form. You’ll be scared.”

You want to disagree. But you can tell that he doesn’t want to talk about the side of himself that he seems to hate so much, so you drop it. “Sorry for bringing it up.”

“No, it’s okay. I knew you’d be curious.” He sighs and rubs his neck again, seeming a bit torn with himself. A clash of thunder sounds from the distance, as if the storm is about to pick up again. As if the anger and sadness in the skies reflect Namjoon himself. “It’s just… if I had it my way, you’d never have to see it. You’ll always remember me the way that you see me now.”

You nod your head in understanding. Perhaps that’s why you’re also forbidden to go into the west wing. Maybe the truth of what kind of beast he is lies in that area.

Your gaze turns back to the smeraldo flowers. Under the moonlight, they almost look like they’re glowing with an ethereal and tragic beauty Flowers that mean an untold truth. Somehow, that makes you feel a little sad.

“Whether you’re a beast or a human, you’re not a monster, Namjoon.”

He smiles at you sadly. “I wish I could believe that. But thank you.”

The spontaneous “date” comes to an end, and like a gentleman, Namjoon walks you up to the east wing and stops in front of your bedroom.

Before you go inside, you turn to face him. “I had a nice time, Namjoon.”

You mean it, too. Quiet nights in, looking at beautiful flowers in the garden, sharing book recommendations in the library. It’s the perfect night for you.

“You don’t have to go after the storm ends,” Namjoon suddenly tells you. “You can stay here if you want. Both you and Jungkook.”

“I don’t know, Namjoon. Your pack—”

“I’ll talk to them. I’m sure they’ll come around to the idea,” he starts, looking like he wants to add more to it. Because, for some reason, you’re very special to him.

“It’s not just that.”

He’s already done so much for you already. There’s no way you’ll be able to repay him.

“How about we make a deal?”

You pause, looking at him with hesitance. “What kind of deal?”

“I don’t want your money, or do anything that you won’t feel comfortable with,” he quickly assures you. “The woods are dangerous, and the storm isn’t going to stop anytime soon. At least here, you’ll be safe. You’ll have your own room, you can have dinner with us, you’re free to wander the east wing and use the common rooms. All I ask is that you go on another date with me tomorrow night. And the night after, if you still decide to stay.”

You think about it. It seems like the best option for now.

You’ll still be hidden from Kangdae and the people looking for you. You’ll be safe from the wolves and other predators lurking in the deep, dark woods. You won’t have to say goodbye to Jungkook so soon, and you can spend another night like this with Namjoon.

“Why would you want me to stay when I’m human?” you ask him.

“Humans are fascinating. You’re fascinating,” Namjoon admits with a shy smile. “I just want to get to know you more.”

“I don’t think I’m that interesting of a human.” You can’t build skyscrapers, you can’t create masterpieces, and you can’t write stories the way your favorite authors do. “You’ll be disappointed.”

“I won’t. Because you’re you.” He seems so sure of that.

You smile a little at that.

“I’ll consider it,” you decide, heart fluttering as you half-joke, “I feel like you’re trying to make me fall in love with you.”

“You won’t,” Namjoon softly says, also just as sure. The way he looks at you makes your heart ache. “Why would someone as beautiful as you ever love a beast like me?”

Thank you for reading ♡ Comments & reviews are greatly appreciated!

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[longtimenospooning-luci]

Yoongi II:

Updated 02/03/24

Cybersex - @gimmethatagustd

The whole point of being a phone sex hotline operator is that you’ll never have to meet your clients. So what are you supposed to do when you find out your favorite client is your brother’s best friend?

Rota Issues - @hamsterclaw

You are bossing it after becoming a single parent to your nephew. Yoongi isn’t convinced. Featuring Taehyung.

Spinning Out - ^^

You are highly trained, a specialist in your field. Nothing fazes you, well nothing did, until you meet helicopter pilot Yoongi. Suddenly you are spinning out of control.

Duplicity - ^^

Yoongi lies as easily as he tells the truth, until he meets someone he doesn’t want to lie to.

Vows - ^^

You're five years into your arranged marriage with Min Yoongi, and he's never once retaliated for anything you've done to him. One day you realize you've lost your appetite for provoking him, and you set about trying to win his heart instead.

Under the Ice - ^^

You and your partner Jimin are part of an emergency evacuation on the Hope base in Antarctica. A crack team is drafted in to help. The only problem? It includes your ex-husband Min Yoongi.

Kitten's Little Flame -@magicalsalamander

You (cat hybrid) have transferred to a new elementary school because your parents have moved towns. You start your new kindergarten class and meet other hybrids, but one special one catches your eye, Yoongi, the dragon hybrid. How will you manage this new environment? **Follows from Kindergarten to College, super cute!**

At Your Service - ^^

Your Grandpa adopted him, ex-K-9 police dog hybrid, to kept the auto shop safe. He had to fulfill his vicious guard dog hybrid appeal, but he was putty in your hands. However, when an unexpected event happens you took ownership of Yoongi, your best friend…but when tensions build, will he want to stay with you?

Ink Petals - @yminie

when Yoongi turns to your shop for drawing practice inspiration, neither of you could have foreseen the way things unfold and just how deep you both would fall.

[letspurpletogether]

Out of the Void || BTS

↳ Summary: The one where the boys stumble upon that one fic and they all end up reading. (This is a crack fic inspired by @btssavedmylifeblr’s Void, because my own words are not enough to describe how an amazing story Void it is, and what a outstanding writer Bee is).

⇢ Warnings: BEWARE OF SPOILERS!! This things should be full of them so I suggest you to read all of Void before reading this just in case. Also, for those entitled rude anons: stop demanding updates from the fan fiction writers like they owe you shit, cause they don’t! And stop coming at them to complain about their publishing schedule. This is done for fun and for free, if you can’t be patient and respect their creative process then fuck off!

A/N: Also, I had so much fun writing this. I wanted to keep adding and adding stuff. However, since english is not my mother language i had some trouble describing the scenes the way I pictured them in my head. Therefore, I decided to leave it like this for now. 

(TT-TT) Im sorry, Bee! I did try my best, I know it doesn’t do Void justice. But I still wanted to write it for you because Void is such an amazing story! 

That’s it! Please,enjoy!

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[...]

He shouldn’t be doing this.

Hoseok checked over his shoulder again before turning back to the phone in his hands. It wasn’t like if someone were to come into his studio right now and catch him watching porn.

Hell, this was so much worse.

Especially considering how he was supposed to be working on the rap arrangement for the new song, and not checking out a piece of fan-fiction... If Namjoon were to catch him he was going to give him hell for days.

He had strictly advised the six of them against it several times, but to be honest Hoseok was to eager to find out what happened next to actually acknowledge the suggestion. Besides, he was he eldest of the two and it wasn’t like he had to listen to his band member. Joon was only the leader when the cameras were out. Inside their dorms he couldn’t even remember to wash the dishes when he was supposed to or take the clothes out of the dryer so they wouldn’t end up a crumble mess the next morning.

Also, it was all Jimin’s fault.

His dongsaeng had sent him the link without any explanation last week. It was a silly thing they did to each other trying to make the other cringe with whatever weird-ass story they could find, mostly on Twitter. It was all for the laughs but they had stopped doing it when Hoseok had accidentally send Seokjin a rather explicit piece that involved Jimin and Yoongi in a threesome with some kind of catgirl trying to get her pregnant. It was meant for the young boy, of course and that slip of hand had resulted in a hysteric Seokjin exposing them right in front of the others.

Hoseok has been so embarrassed after that he couldn’t even look at Yoongi in the face for a whole ass week. Even though his hyung had said it was fine. It didn’t help that Taehyung and Jungkook wouldn’t let the topic die either. Those rascals, he made sure to make them wore their asses off in the following dance practices.

But anyways, he and Jimin had agreed to stop.

So it was a surprise to receive a new link from him after a couple months. He’d ignored it at first, being too busy with practice and rehearsals to bother with checking it up. But yesterday while waiting for his appointment with the cupping therapist, he’d absentmindedly opened it and was actually surprised with what he’d found. Written in English, it was a space story... and they were astronauts!

At that moment he been too oblivious to care and read the warnings or summary on top of the post. For a moment of innocent wonder he actually got caught up in the first scene. He was a scientist in space, it couldn’t get any cooler than that! But of course, he had soon realized what type of story it was.

The problem was that it didn’t start right off with the porn part like most stories he’s found while browsing the darkest depths of the ARMY’s fandom. He’d read some weird shit himself, demons, half-animal people, male pregnancyㅡHell! even tentacles once. The kind of things his fans could come up with was exhilarating, and it blew his mind that the weirdest and kinkiest were for some reason the best well-written of allㅡ.

But this story was different.

It had a storyline, an actual estructure, inciting incident, clear stakes, the whole pack. Years listening to his father reviewing novels and short-stories had resulted in him developing an appetite for well-written stories. And even though the main character was that Y/N type their fans where so keen about, she wasn’t plain at all. She struggled, and that was nice to read. Besides, all that astronaut stuff sounded so legit that he almost consider the possibility of the author being an astronaut herself. He’d always been a fan of fantasy and sci-fi since he was child and his father brought him the entire collection of Jules Verne’s novels for his eleventh birthday. Stories about voyages to far and unknown places were his guilty pleasure, so of course he got hooked up with this piece faster than he’d ever with any other he’d read so far.

But he couldn’t finished the chapter that time because the masseur was already calling his name. The scrolling bar told him he wasn’t even half way through it, so he’d copied the link for later and went to the therapist office. So now there he was resuming his reading with renewed eagerness.

The main character had just arrived at a green house inside the ship. And there was Yoongi.

Hoseok huffed and raised an eyebrow when he realized this scene focused all on his elder. Wasn’t he supposed to be the main character here? Not that he complained, though. Yoongi’s fingers where indeed nice after all and wouldn’t blame the girl for obsess over them. But in most stories he’d read there was always a lead, and he assumed by the first scene it was going to be himself. Maybe this was a threesome?

He quickly scrolled back up to the story information, searching for the pairing section where he knew his questions would be answered. /OT7 x reader/

He flinched.

“All of us? What...?”. Did that mean everyone was a love interest? Or that the main character was supposed to screw all of them at once? How was that supposed to work if there was just one woman in the whole crew?

Oh wait...

The realization hit him. Of course, that was the whole plot. Seven guys and one girl, and they had to fight for her love? It was something like that for sure, wasn’t it? She would pick one of them and then they’d have sex. He kept reading—

«Your deepest darkest fantasies- the ones you always turned to on your most stressed and anxious nights - were the ones involving the entire crew. The idea of them finding out what a slut you were for them and passing you between them filled you with an embarrassing level of arousal. You would imagine them taking turns filling you until all your thoughts of loneliness and emptiness had been fucked out of you. And you would sleep like a baby.»

—or not...

He scratched his chin, a little confused now. Was this actually going to be gangbang? Or more importantly, was he actually going to read this till the end? He did like threesomes, not that he’d been in one... Yet. Their schedules hardly ever allowed them to properly date someone, and hooking up with a random stranger was way too risky with the level of fame they’d reached at this point. But the idea of threesomes was very appealing, although he’d never actually consider having a gangbang with all his members. However... he wasn’t going to cross off reading about one just yet.

Just as he was about to resume his reading, the door flew open and Jimin‘s face appeared. “Hyung!”

Hoseok jumped in his seat, his phone fell on his lap.

“Shit...!”, he took a deep breath and glared at his band member. “You almost gave me a heart attack, Jimin!”

A sly grin appeared on the youngest face.

“Why? What were you doing?”

Hoseok cleared his throat. Had he been discovered?

“Nothing”, he lied so poorly he wanted to smack himself on the face.

“You were totally reading it, weren’t you?”, Jimin chuckled. “Did you get to the video part already?”

“No, what video part?”

Jimin raised both palms.

“Sorry, not going to give you any spoilers”

Hoseok rolled his eyes. “Anyway... Why did you send it?” He asked, retrieving his phone and unlocking the screen again. “I thought we agreed on not doing that anymore”

“Yeah, but Taehyung send it to me”

“What?” Hoseok frowned, and turned around in his chair to face the boy. That was a surprise. “Why would he...?” He shook his head, sometimes Taehyung needn’t a reason to do the most random things.

Jimin simply shrugged.

“He also sent it to Jungkook and Namjoon-hyung”, Jimin ran his hand through his hair and giggled. “I think everyone is reading it now”

“Wait- What?!” Hoseok chuckled and raised an eyebrow. “Are you for real?”

“Haven’t you checked the group chat?”

“No, I was...” Hoseok pressed his tongue against his cheek. “-reading”.

“Huh”Jimin wiggled his eyebrows. “Is cool isn’t it?”

“Well, it’s ... interesting”, he conceded. Jimin let himself in and plopped down on the spare chair he kept in his studio in case he needed to work with the senior producers.

“Who do you think she’ll choose?”

“For what?”

“Come on, hyung.” Jimin snickered, “You know what I mean”

“Are you sure she is supposed to choose one of us?”

“What-? Obviously...”, Jimin shifted on the sofa, his face stared confused at Hoseok for a moment. But then he gasped, suddenly realizing what he mean. “Do you mean-? All of us?!”

“Why not?” Hoseok shrugged. “It’s just a story, anyways. You know some of our fans like kinky stuff and there’s nothing wrong with that”

“I mean! I know that! Its not-”. Jimin’s face turned a bright shade of red. “W-we shouldn’t be reading about that. What if they get... ideas!” He brought a hand to his forehead and looked back at him with a worried expression. Hoseok spluttered in a laugh, but it soon dwindled when he realized Jimin was actually serious about his concern.

“Jimin...”

“Goddamnit...!” Hoseok observed as his younger member stood up and facepalmed himself “I’m an idiot! I bet that was Taehyung’s plan all along”

“Taehyung’s plan was to have us... read fan-fiction?”

“About a gangbang!”

Hoseok rolled his eyes.

“It’s just fan fiction, Jimin. Not a proposition”, he said, but Jimin wasn’t paying attention to him anymore.

“The others can’t read that. I have to stop them”, and he was about to storm out the door, but Hoseok had to stop him.

“Hey, hey!”, he grabbed him by the elbow. “Now you’re just exaggerating”

“No, I’m not”, Hoseok couldn’t comprehend why Jimin was so scandalized. “We can’t have a gangbang, hyung!”

“No, no, no!”, he “First of all, no one is having a gangbang. Second of all, why does it bother you so much?”

“It doesn’t!”

“Really?”

“I just don’t want to be... I don’t want to share a partner with the six of you”

“Why, you’re worried she might like it too much and dump you?” Hoseok teased. However, upon seeing Jimin getting all self-conscious, the smile was erased from his face.

“Jimin, come on. You don’t really think that would happen”

“I don’t know, you are all good looking and mature, and more talented that-“

“Stop it. You are not less than us, stop beating yourself so much specially over a fictional situation. Do you forget who has the third largest fan base among us?”

“It because ARMY likes when I act all cute and pretty, and want to baby me like a child. I’m the cutie, the tiny one...”, his voiced turned into an almost whisper at the end. “I’m never the big... manly man...”

“Jimin...”

“What?”

“This isn’t about the story, is it?”

“No... yes- well, not this one...”, he paused, looking at his feet, bashfully. “It’s just the other stories...”

“What other stories?”, Hoseok asked, but Jimin just shrugged. “I don’t get it...”

“Ugh- hyung it’s nothing really”, he was quick to reply, standing up again. “You are right, I’m so over-reacting... it’s just a story”

“Okay...”, Hoseok leaned back in his chair and looked again at Jimin who was standing next to the door. Hands behind his back, like a child waiting to be scolded. “You sure that’s all?”

“Yep”, that extra ‘p’ sound at the end was enough evidence that he was lying. But he was also aware of Jimin’s uneasiness so it was probably better to let him off the hook for now.

“Well, then...”, Hoseok rubbed his neck. “I really should get back to work then”

Jimin gave him a short smile and left without saying another word. Hoseok turned around in his chair to face his computer and actually get some work before the day was over.

But maybe...ㅡHe glanced at his phone next to the mouseㅡ, just maybe... one more chapter wouldn’t hurt either.

[...]

It was past three am when he arrived back at the dorm. He usually wasn’t the one to stay overnight at the studio like Joonie and Yoongi-hyung. But time flew from his grasp like an oiled rope after he finished the first chapter and he had to stay late to finish his assignments. He didn’t want Pdogg-hyung to yell at him in their next briefing. However, the pull of the story was too strong for him to resist.

He had gone to sleep right away, and with the first light the next day he was already reaching for his cellphone and logging into the Tumblr account he had created just for this. He needed to know what happened next, story-Jimin had to be out of his mind to give the main character a video of him masturbating. It was a risky move, he wouldn’t think Jimin was capable of it in real life... Maybe Seokjin-hyung was shameless enough to pull that one out, and Taehyung...

“Yeah, probably Taehyung...”, he mused to himself as he propped himself down on his elbows.

“Probably Taehyung what?”, Jimin’s sleepy voice asked from his side of the room.

“Oh! Jiminie, did I wake you?”, Jimin shook his head and asked again what he meant by ‘probably Taehyung’. Hoseok sat on his bed and stretched his arms. “Nothing, it’s just this story...”

“Why do you keep reading it, hyung?”, Jimin groaned and covered his face with both palms in exhaustion. Hoseok simply chuckled, Jimin’s concerns where silly. Plus, he wasn’t going to deny himself the pleasure of a good story just because his roommate thought his best friend was trying to get them to have an orgy.

“We are not having a gangbang, just relax”

Jimin huffed but didn’t argue further.

A sudden nasal shriek shattered the morning’s quietness and reached their ears through the door. Hoseok almost jumped off his bed to Jimin’s, what on earth was that? It sounded like some kind of hysteric bird .

“First you send me that porn thing and then you wanna talk about gangbangs?! Gangbangs!!”

Okay, that hysteric bird sounded like Seokjin now. And by the volume of it, it was coming from the kitchen.

“It’s not like that, hyung! You don’t even listen!” And that was definitely Joon’s.

Hoseok exchanged confused glances with Jimin that soon turned into curious ones. As if on cue, both of them got up their beds and ran into the kitchen to check on their band members.

Namjoon was leaning on the kitchen counter, a cup of coffee in one hand, the other scratching his forehead. Meanwhile Seokjin was beating some eggs in a plastic bowl, ranting about how much porn was acceptable in a household.

“It’s not porn! It’s basically literature!” Namjoon sounded as much fed up as he looked embarrassed. Seokjin let out a sarcastic chuckle.

“It’s porn! And you are a pervert!”

Namjoon rolled his eyes.

“If you could just read it-!”

“I have enough with the viruses that keep popping on the computer because of you shady search historial!” It was hilarious just listening to them arguing back and forth like and old married couple. But Hoseok was more curious about whether they were talking about what he though they were.

“Is this about the space story?”, he chimed in, resting his elbows on the marble island across Seokjin’s cooking station. Jimin climbed on a stool next to him.

“You too, now?”, Seokjin huffed, giving him and Jimin disgusted look. “Not that I’m surprised, considering your fascination with breeding cats”

“It was a cat-girl! And that was a mistake!” Hoseok’s ears suddenly burned. “But whatever...”

“Wait- So did you read it, or not?”, this time Namjoon was the one to speak.

“I am reading it, I’m on chapter two”, he replied and Jimin nodded along.

“Did you get to the video part right?”, Joon asked and before Hoseok had a chance to speak, Seokjin’s loud huff cut him off.

“Can I cook in peace without having to hear about how much you want a gangbang, pleaaaaase?”

“Com’on, hyung! I never said I wanted a gangbang!” Namjoon shot him a glare before turning back to Hoseok. His hands came to fondle with the fruit bowl in front of him.  “What I was trying to explain to this hyung is that I do think it’s an interesting guessing exercise for figuring out the extends of human behaviour in such adverse conditions”

“But you said you wanted to do it!”

“No! I said to explore it as in talk about it! WITH WORDS!”, Namjoon glared at their hyung, as a faint blush covered his cheeks. It was clear that “If you could’ve just listened for a moment instead of acting like a scandalized prude!”

“Yeah, hyung. It’s just a story, you are over reacting”, said Jimin, taking Hoseok by surprise considering all he had to say about it last night.

“Well, forgive me for not wanting a gangbang!”

“No one’s having a gangbang, for God’s sake!”

“I wouldn’t mind”, a fifth voice joined the conversation out of the blue and all the heads turned in the direction of the hallway.

Yoongi-hyung was leaning against the wall, arms crossed and messy bed hair. A slight frown hardening his features. He’d most likely woken up because all of the noise.

Seokjin let out a sarcastic chuckle.

“You too, Yoongi?”

“How long have you been standing there?”, Jimin asked. Yoongi shrugged off a yawn and walked over to grab an apple from the bowl Namjoon was holding. 

“It’s hard to keep sleeping with this hyung nagging so loud this early in the morning”, he pointed to his eldest and bit on the fruit.

“You know what?!”, Seokjin scoffed, and put aside all his cooking implements. “Y’all can make your own breakfast! Seriously...”

And walked away.

“So noisy...”, Yoongi mumbled as he munched on his apple.

“You read it too, hyung?”, Namjoon asked. Yoongi turned to him, leaning on his elbows. Hoseok’s eyes betrayed him as they followed Yoongi’s movements and the way he arched his back, lifting his ass in the air so subtly.

“Since Tae shared it in the group chat I figured I should give it a try”, he shrugged seemingly desinterestedm, but Hoseok knew him better than that. Yoongi liked to pretende he didn’t care about stuff other that making music, but it was clear to him by the way he was behaving, that the older rapper had enjoyed the story a little bit too much. “It was good”.

“You’re only saying that because you are not the main character”, said Jimin.

“At least I’m not the character that gave the girl a video of me jerking off”

“First of all, she asked! and second, you messed up big time keeping that memory card, hyung!”

Yoongi sneered at the younger boy. 

“I got her off, you didn’t”

“Wait, what are you-?”

Jimin’s face turned a bright red, his nosetrils flared. Namjoon just chocked a laugh, almost knocking off the fruit bowl. For a moment, Hoseok only stared in confussion at them. He couldn’t recall something like that happening in the story yet and he realized they were probably far ahead of him. 

“Hey! Don’t give me any spoilers! I haven’t reached that part yet”.

But Yoongi and Jimin just ignored him, continuing their teasing banter.

“I don’t think she’ll forgive you. EVER!”

“She was thinking of me while fucking you”

“At least I got to- to... be with her!”

“You can’t even say fuck without blushing. Space-Jimin is lightyears ahead of you”, a smug grin appeared in Yoongi’s face, clearly pleased with his joke and Jimin’s fuming face.

“That’s a bit rich coming from you, hyung”, Namjoon said with a smirk. “I mean, last time I checked you couldn’t even look at Halsey in her training clothes without turning red as a beetroot”

“That’s-!”, Yoongi coughed, a bite of the apple going the wrong way. Suddenly matching Jimin with his red cheeks. “That’s different!”

“Neither one of you would ever dare to act like the way the author portraits you. Just admit it”, Namjoon snickered. “You don’t have what it takes”.

“Oh, and you do?”

“I’m just saying if the seven of us where trapped in a spaceship and there’s just one woman for miles and miles...”, He crossed his arms, chin raised proudly. “I’m guessing you’d be too shy to get her attention”.

“It’s not a competition, anyway. It’s a story and it has already been written”, argued Yoongi. “And I was her first choice”.

“Technically it was Hobi”, Jimin pointed out. “She was so ready to throw herself over him in that lab scene”.

“Well Hobi doesn’t count here because he did nothing”

“Excuse me?”, Hoseok scoffed. “Clearly I’m the best character, unlike others I’m actually being professional”.

“Yeah, right. Professional until Yoongi-hyung tells you he screwed the main character”, Taehyung popped up from behind him making Hoseok shriek in surprise, followed closely by a sleepy-faced Jungkook.

“You little-! You almost killed me!”, Taehyung only laughed, joining the his chuckling hyungs.

“And he didn’t screw anything- anyone!”, said Jimin.

“Well, his fingers did”.

“Stop talking!”, Hoseok shoved Taehyung aside and shook his head. “You’ve already spoiled the story for me enough as it is! At least let me finish the chapters before we talk about this”.

“Yeah, maybe we shouldn’t talk about it before breakfast”, Namjoon scratched his chin. “Gguk, go tell Jin-hyung he can come back now”.

“Why, was he here?” asked Jungkook. 

“He left because he didn’t what to have a gangbang”, Yoongi answered, almost offended, like he was telling Jungkook his hyung had turned down some fishing trip.

Jungkook’s eyes where suddendly wide open.

“What-?!”

“It’s the story, nevermind!”, Jimin waved a hand in the air in dismissal.

“Wait, so we can’t have a gangbang?”

“Are you serious right now, hyung?”, Jimin gave Yoongi the side eye. His hyung response was simply shrugging.

“I like to keep my options open”.

“Yeah, maybe one thing you shouldn’t keep open is your mouth”. 

The group erupted in laughter at Jimin’s witty comeback. Yoongi raised the hand that held half an apple and pretended to throw it at Jimin’s head, only to join the laughter when the dancer fell from his chair by his motion.

Hoseok chuckled and shook his head. 

What a way to start the day.

. . . .

[boywivlove]

Macchiato Boys

Genre | Vampire | Coffee shop au

Pairing | Min Yoongi x Park Jimin

Summary | They come in every night, just after the sun sets. They order the same thing every time. He was older than his lover by a century. And while they couldn't be more different, Min Yoongi and Park Jimin are inseparable paramours who love to paint the town red.

Warnings | Implied drug use, implied intoxication, implied lovers, vampires, talk of blood consumption

Authors Note | Helooo This is my Secret Bunny fic for @yoonqiful​ ! Surprise its me Peach your mystery writer <3 I really hope you enjoy this fic, I tried to include a lot of what you told me in your answers, let me know what you think!   Also I hope you like the little extra gift of a moodboard for this fic too !!! 

The idea of a 24 hour coffee house might sound contradictory to some people. Coffee at night time? Surely not. But in a part of town where late nights at the office and night shift workers are abundant, business was usually steady for  independent coffee shops that catered to Seoul's night owl community. This particular coffee shop was settled on the corner of the street, and was a regular haunt for two particular customers. However, recently numbers had been dwindling. Seems the string of disappearances in the area have been causing some unrest with the residents, well, not everyone as it turns out.

They come in every other night, same time, same booth, same order. Looking as though they have just woken from the longest nap of their life. The female baristas have nicknamed them 

`The Macchiato Boys`

A nod to their regular order. The ladies, and sometimes the guys serving would flirt with one of them, to the bemusement of the other, and the sad disappointment of the baristas. These two, people seemed to be drawn to them, like moths to a flame. 

Everything about them dripped with appeal. Their skin, their smell, the dismissive aloofness to everyone else in the coffee shop. Anyone who looked at them, properly looked, could tell there was something between them. Like a secret only they knew. It was the subtle touches and looks they gave each other that only the most observant of people could catch. 

`Paramours`

If anyone who listens carefully to their conversations, they would learn their names were Yoongi and Jimin. it would seem all these boys do is come here, drink coffee, find a bite to eat, and then return to whatever day job they have... well off and carefree with sin like porcelain. 

The rain rapped on the window in a steady rhythm, it was almost a relaxing moment, if not for the swell of rowdy customers taking shelter from the weather outside. For Min Yoongi, his night hadn't even started and it was already being ruined. Could he have no calm before heading out into the night? He scoped out each table, drunks mostly. The coffee shop does sit on the corner of the street leading into the nightlife district. Still, all these people are afraid of getting a little wet. `Pathetic.`

“your scowling.” 

The soft voice drew his attention back to his own table. He looked across from him, his partner has a sleepy smile on his face, blowing bubbles with his straw. 

Yoongi couldn't help but look at the young man with a softer regard. The corners of his mouth upturning slightly in a smirk. Jimin was the epitome of innocence at first glance, his somewhat childish `girly` antics made anyone who didn't know him regard him as harmless, easy. He had to admit it's what drew him to Jimin in the first place, it wasn't until he saw what was underneath the persona did Yoongi become enamoured with him.

“And? Look at them, sloppy drunks who come in here ruining the night”

“I don't think so, If you ask me we have a whole buffet here. why not just take out if you don't want to be here” 

Jimin chuckled to himself as he also did a scope around the shop, his eyes lingering on the drunker of the groups, the ones who were swaying and could barely keep up with the conversations being held.

“Didn't anyone ever tell you not to eat garbage love?” 

He watched as Jimin popped a sugar cube in his mouth, Jimin gave a jovial smile as he crunched on the pure sugar. Typical Jimin. Pure sugar, sweet, but will rot you from the inside.

“You, darling, need to learn to not be so picky, You need to learn to take what's given to you.” 

Yoongi did admit, he was particular about his tastes, he liked clean. drugs and alcohol couldn't affect him if he consumed them himself. But drinking from someone highly intoxicated or strung out would give him a second hand effect. It wasn't something he liked, he liked to be in control. It was the biggest difference between him and Jimin. His other half seemed to not care at all about who he ate. He almost seemed to intentionally go for the ones under the influence. He did always say the thing he missed most about being human was the high he got from whatever he took.

“I'm not picky, I'm careful. You have to think, if you go ripping into the throats of every drunken idiot you come across, people will start all together avoiding the nightlife district, we have a good thing here love, no need to gorge ourselves on garbage only to have to find new take out areas.” 

Jimin pouted as he just sipped his coffee, Clearly, Jimin didn't like to be lectured. Yoongi appreciated how much Jimin had changed since they met, He would binge on just about anyone he could find, newborns were always more bloodthirsty, they didn't care who they killed. But while most newborns grow out of their thirst, Jimin never did, he was always hungry. And while it was a hindrance sometimes to deal with sometimes, Jimin had come a long way and had done his best to suppress his appetites, and Yoongi would never hold that against him. Taking his hand in his own, he brushed his thumb against Jimin's knuckles as he spoke in a lighter tone.

“Besides, you like the coffee too much to go anywhere else.”

Jimin let out a breathy laugh, his hand squeezing Yoongis in reciprocation. He could never stay upset with Yoongi for long. That was Yoongi's charm, the charm he showed few people. The Persona Yoongi gave off was a distantly cold individual, not caring for your life story, your life in general. Yoongi made sure to show a softer side with Jimin, it was like he kept the depth of his emotions locked away for only Jimin to see, and to Jimin it was like the sweetest honey.

 If you asked Yoongi what Jimin was to him, he wouldn't need only five words to express his feelings.

`more precious than the sun`

[gimmesumsuga]

BTS Reaction - Under the table smut

Seokjin

In all fairness, you started it.  Jin's wearing a new shirt tonight – it’s salmom coloured and straining to fit across his broad shoulders and chest – and he’d looked so handsome that you just couldn’t help but give his thigh a good squeeze under the table, that squeeze turning into a caress that gradually works it’s way higher the more carried away you get.  Jin isn’t reacting at all, eating calmly, making small talk with the BigHit bosses like you’re barely even there, and it isn’t until you get really frustrated and run your palm across his lap that you realise you’re having any kind of effect at all.  He’s rock hard, member straining against the confining material where it’s tucked to the left as usual, and when you give it a firm squeeze you finally see a tiny slip on Jin's face; his eye twitching slightly.  While the rest of the men at the table are laughing at a joke he made he takes the chance to yank your hand away by the wrist, hissing in your ear.  

“You just wait till I get you home.  You’re not gonna sit down for a week.”

Yoongi

You’re going to die soon if Yoongi doesn’t give you some relief; you’re fairly certain of that.  He’s been denying you an orgasm for days, bringing you to the brink again and again but always stopping just when it’s getting good, and it’s leaving you a jittery, needy mess.  You’re almost permanently wet and Yoongi won’t even let you wear your underwear, which seems particularly mean when you’ve been invited out for a meal with the other members.  You can tell from the moment you sit down at the table that the very last thing on Yoongi's mind is food – the smirk he reserves solely for you makes it very clear – and as soon as your bottom hits the chair he’s pulling on the thigh closest to him to open up your legs.  His long, slender fingers slide through your wet folds, alternating between toying with your clit and slipping inside whilst he innocently inspects his menu and you try not to fall apart next to him.  You bite your lip in panic, realising that your orgasm is approaching far too fast for you to stop it, and that this is exactly what he’d been planning when he’d been denying you so fanatically until now.  He leans close to you, pads of his fingers stroking your g-spot, his breath hot in your ear.  

“Cum for me now, babygirl.”

Hoseok

Why on earth you ever agreed to combine Hobi's end of tour with going to dinner at your parents is beyond you.  You haven’t seen each in almost a month and by the way your boyfriend can’t keep his eyes off you, you’re guessing he missed you just as much as you missed him. It’s getting to be a bit of a problem, actually, because even as he’s supposed be impressing your father and charming your mother, Hobi's having difficulty stopping himself oggling your cleavage, his hand moving restlessly on your thigh under the table.  The moment your parents turn their back he’s all over you, trailing kisses all over your neck and murmuring how much he’s missed you, how delicious you look and how he can’t wait to get you home.  It isn’t long before his over-excited hand starts to glide further up your thigh, fingertips skirting along the edge of your panties as you glance nervously to the kitchen doorway and try to hold back a moan when he pulls them to the side to tease your entrance.  His long finger has only just slipped inside when suddenly your mother calls his name from the kitchen and makes you both jump, Hobi withdrawing his hand so sharply you’d think he’d been burned.  He smiles guiltily at you, rising from his seat to go and help her like she asked; but not before adjusting his erection and sucking your juices off of his finger with a wink.  

“I know what I’d rather be eating tonight, baby.” 

Namjoon

You’re not exactly what made you think that teasing Namjoon would be a good idea.  In a moment of madness you’d decided it was smart to wear that slutty dress you know he hates to dinner with the other members, and to put on that particular shade of lipstick that he’s so fond of smearing around your mouth whilst he fucks your throat.  You go out of your way to order a plate full of pasta that you suck and twirl around your tongue, and strawberries that you put whole into your mouth to take a sumptuous bite out of as you hold Joonie’s unflinching gaze.  When you order a cocktail complete with cherry to finish off the night, twisting the stem around your tongue, his patience finally snaps.  He grabs hold of your hand and shoves it under the table, placing it directly onto his crotch as he glares at you, uncaring whether the other boys notice or not. He’s ridiculously hard, leaking so much pre-cum that it’s started to seep through his boxers and through his trouser leg to form a wet patch.  Namjoon presses your hand down hard against him, biting on his bottom lip and flexing his hips up, disguising it as shifting in his seat.  When you start to palm him in earnest he lets go of your hand and wraps it around the back of your neck instead, squeezing as he leans close to growl lowly in your ear.

“Is this what you wanted, kitten?  You have no idea what I’m gonna do to you once I get you alone.” 

Jimin

From the very moment Jimin had come home tonight he’d been needy.  The whole time you’d been getting ready he’d trailed after you around the apartment, looping his arms around your waist and nuzzling against your neck any chance he got, vying for your attention.  He couldn’t have it, though, not tonight.  Tonight you’re going out with your group of friends for one of their birthdays, and Jimin’s sexual appetite has made you miss enough social events already without missing this one too.  He’s no better at the meal, mewling in your ear that he wants to go and play, deliberately misbehaving in an attempt to break your resolve so you’ll take him home and punish him like he so wants.  His hands are insistent, pawing their way up your thighs under the table no matter how much you try to subtly push him away.  Jimin runs his fingers over the top of your panties, through the outline of your slick folds, and it’s at that moment you decide you’ve had enough. You purposefully drop your cutlery under the table when the cake arrives, knowing everyone will be distracted, and when you sweetly ask him to retrieve it Jimin’s face lights up like all his Christmases have come at once.  He immediately ducks under the table as you slouch in your chair, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling his face towards your core, spreading your legs wide. He drags your panties to the side eagerly as he kneels below the table, completely hidden from view, and for the entirety of the time your friends are singing Jimin’s lapping up your juices like he’s a man dying of thirst.  It pains you to push him away when they’re done, drawing him out from under the table with your knife and fork in his hands and a wide smile on his shining lips.    

“You’re so tasty mommy… can I have you instead of cake?” 

Taehyung

You’ve never spent quite so long getting ready to go out as you have done tonight, and you know it’s all because Taehyung and all his friends are going to be there.  You’ve had your eye on him from the very moment you met, and tonight provides the perfect opportunity for you to find out if he’s interested or not.  You’re sure you’ve caught him looking before, and by the way his mouth drop open and his eyes widen when you walk into the club with a smile and a wave makes you fairly certain that he’s had his eye on you too.  You have a few drinks and dance together for a while, the crowded dance floor giving you the perfect excuse to get up close and personal, your arms around his neck, hips locked together in a slow grind that has his eyes darkening with desire.  When it comes time to sit down there’s no room at the booth for you, but Tae, ever the gentleman, spreads his legs and pats the space in between in invitation, smirking. Gentleman?  Yeah right. As soon as you’re hidden beneath the drink-laden table Taehyung’s hands are on the inside of your thighs, spreading them apart so your dress rides up to your hips and he can slip his fingers past your panties, his erection pressing hard into the small of your back.

“You’re coming home with me, beautiful.”

Jungkook

The thought of being your plus one had initially made Jungkook really nervous. He hadn’t really met many of your family members except your mom and dad, and he’d only met your friends once or twice, so being sat all on his own in the church pews as you walked behind your sister as her bridesmaid wasn’t initially very appealing to him. He soon changes his mind when he sees you though; you look stunning in your floor length gown with its sweetheart neckline, the soft mounds of your breasts almost spilling out over the top as you walk.  The hard-on he gets watching you during the ceremony won’t go away, and by the time you’re sat waiting for your three-course meal he’s becoming increasingly restless.  You ask him what’s wrong as he shifts in his seat, frowning at the pained expression on his face.  His hands disappear under the table cloth for a moment, fumbling with something, and then suddenly he’s pulling your hand under there too.  You have to hold back a gasp when he guides your hand onto his throbbing cock, moving it up and down the length of him under the table, the button and fly of his pants hanging wide open.  It’s so sinful, touching him like this in public, not even the barrier of clothes in the way.  If someone lifted the tablecloth now they’d see his heavy member resting in your palm, the pre-cum leaking from the tip, and they’d understand why Jungkook is clenching his jaw so hard, a deadly serious look on his face.  

“Don’t stop Jagi.  I’ll warn you before I cum.”

@btsiguess - here you go sweetie <3 <3

[winetae]

⇁ gumdrops & lollipops (m)

⚬ pairing ⇀ Hoseok x Reader (ft. oompa loompa! yoongi & jimin)

⚬ genre ⇀ smut, crack, willy wonka!au ↳  drabble; 2k

a visit to jung hoseok’s chocolate factory does not turn out the way you expected it to

a/n → yo, i was finally drunk enough to write this  i won’t @ her bc she might block me, but jordan is 101% responsible for this. by this i mean the concept, the cute banner, everything. blame her :’‘)

Hoseok had made the search for confectionery perfection his sole purpose in life.

Chocolatier was not a term that did him justice. Making mouth-watering sweets was an art of its own; every sugary treat was crafted with ample care, for Hoseok wanted each confection to bring pleasure, to awaken the senses. There was a reason his candy was in high demand. Many had tried to rival his products, but none could imitate the genius of his creations: sweets that melted on your tongue, taste that morphed with every chew, a story behind every bite.

Hoseok was a scientist, an artist, an innovator—a pioneer in his own right. His mind was always whirring with new ideas, new possibilities. He was not one to settle for mediocrity; he wanted novelty, complexity, depth. If that meant he had to push boundaries and explore territories no one had dared to venture, then so be it. In his quest for innovative flavors, he had scoured the deep forests of the amazons for the perfect cocoa beans, traveled beyond the seven kingdoms for the most exotic fruits. Twice, he had risked his life to obtain rare and sought-after ingredients. 

So, of course no corner shop candy store could compare to his daring, his brilliance. Instead of inventing their own bite-sized masterpieces, they busied themselves with creating pale imitations of his grandiose visions.

Everyone wanted to get their hands on his prized recipes, but no one ever would, not unless Hoseok decided to tell them. No one had given him reason to—that was, not until he met you. 

You examined the insides of the box set and its assortment of hazelnut truffles, dark chocolate clusters, and heart-shaped, white chocolate fudge. The sweet aroma called out to you, but you knew you weren’t allowed to taste—not yet, at least. You tried to tamper your growing appetite, not wanting to end up like the rest of the volunteers who had been too blinded by their own greed. No, you certainly did not want to suffer the same fate as Jihyo… The poor girl had been rolled out of the room accompanied by the soft humming of oompa Yoongi. You had watched the scene unfold with poorly concealed fascination, an odd feeling of satisfaction curling in the pit of your stomach. 

Now that Jihyo had been literally pushed out of the picture, you were the last remaining volunteer. You had somehow passed every inspection so far, but Hoseok had one last test for you.

He dipped his finger in the bird fountain, coating his digit in a layer of milky chocolate. 

“Do you know how I achieve this smooth, silky texture?” he prodded, watching as your face lit up with curiosity. Under the artificial beams of light, the dark layer of sweetness looked like velvet and you could only swallow, mouth dry with anticipation and want.  

Hoseok cleaned his digit off with a rude swipe of his tongue. You followed the movement with envy, wishing he would stop teasing you. Only a herculean amount of self-control had prevented you from devouring the array of colorful gumdrops earlier, but you could only take so much temptation before you caved into your desires. It was easier to keep your eyes fixed on Hoseok… If you let your gaze wander, you were afraid you would become another victim to gluttony. That was not to say that Jung Hoseok was less appealing than the butterscotch toffees and the rainbow-swirl lollipops. In his robes of deep eminence, there was something about him that aroused a different kind of hunger within you. 

“No, I suspect you do not,” he laughed, taking your silence for an answer. “I take pride in my chocolates… You can prowl the earth as many times as you would like, but you will never be able find a duplicate. Not even close.”

“A taste beyond imagination,” you recited, remembering the embossed letters on his trademark gold foil packaging. 

“That’s right,” he grinned. “Would you care for a taste?”

You nodded quickly, composure forgotten.

“You’ve been a good girl so far… I’ll allow it.” Hoseok smirked down at you.

He dipped his digit once more in the treacly substance and brought the index finger up to your lips. You hadn’t realized they had parted in hunger until you felt the sticky sweetness drop onto your tongue. Instinctively your mouth closed around his finger, eager to quench your thirst.

It was impossible to describe the taste. The creamy mellowness invaded your senses, like a heady red wine that had been mulled for ages. Hoseok’s finger had long been cleaned of its sugar coating, but you stubbornly kept sucking and lapping at it, needing more.

“What a greedy mouth,” Hoseok chided, taking his hand away. 

You had to bite down a whine, refusing to act like a spoiled child robbed of their toy. You were stronger than that, even if Hoseok was testing your dwindling patience and self-restraint.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He queried as you licked your lips clean.

“The flavor is so rich it lingers,” you gasped in awe. “The chocolate is sweet, but there’s a tangy aftertaste. Citrus? Orange? ”

You swallowed again, trying to name the incredible savor, oblivious to the way Hoseok’s eyebrows shot up in astonishment.

“Close. I use the zest of makrut limes… It’s fragrant, isn’t it? People never think to use it.” You could tell by his boastful tone how smug he was to have thought of the idea. “You must have a developed palate. Not many notice the citrus notes.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at the compliment. “I have a sweet tooth.”

His head tilted as he considered you. Had you been too bold? Was he disappointed with your show of intemperance? You tried your best not to fidget, afraid he was going to call in another one of his oompa loompas to drag you out. 

“I also have penchant for sweet things. Come,” he motioned for you to follow him. 

You tried not to let your apprehension show as you tailed him. Resolving yourself to not let the surrounding sights and smells entice you further, you focused your gaze on Hoseok’s back. The purple colored robe hugged his body just right, and for a few dizzying seconds you were consumed with the desire to climb his back.

Before you could act out irrationally, Hoseok stopped in front of a large silver platter of lava cakes and frosted cupcakes. He pressed a button of some sort, and a new platter appeared on the table, as if summoned by magic.

You peered at the new arrival in great interest, noting the dark orange hue and sprinkles of what looked like sugar.

“Fudge can be a tricky thing. There needs to be a good balance between the condensed milk and the chocolate in order for the result to be perfectly chewy,” he explained, long fingers tracing the edge of the tray seductively.

The appetizing smell wafted all around you, tickling your nostrils. You wiped your mouth discreetly, hoping you hadn’t been drooling unattractively.

“These are straight out of the oven. They’re still in the works… I haven’t been able to test them out properly yet,” he picked a square of hot fudge and handed it to you. “Why don’t you give it a go and tell me what you think?”

“What, really?” you asked, not daring to believe your ears. After four very long hours of dangling various delights under your nose without letting you taste, he was finally giving you that precious opportunity. You would be a fool to refuse.

“Of course.” He smiled and adjusted his tinted glasses. “Good girls get rewarded.”

You bit into the warm fudge cautiously, still wary of his sudden change of heart. Was this still a test of some kind? But as soon as the chocolate melted in your mouth, everything else fizzled out. Nothing else mattered but the salty taste of caramel and the exploding flavor of cacao. The swirling blend of the two was so heavenly, it almost brought tears to your eyes.

“This is the best fudge I’ve had in my life,” you moaned around a mouthful of the treat.

“I’m glad to hear that.” His gaze never left your face, intent on catching every single one of your reactions. “Do you taste anything in particular?”

“Caramel,” you said immediately. “Salted caramel… The flavor is quite refined. Did you, um, perhaps use fleur de sel?”

He seemed immensely pleased with your assessment.  

“Close.” His lips quirked up in amusement. “We’ve been testing out a new ingredient.”

“Yes, p-please,” you begged. “Please, I need to know.”

He raised an eyebrow, lost in thought.

“I would like to know,” you corrected yourself, knowing he preferred polite formulas.

“Are you certain?” For once, he seemed unsure. 

“Yes!” Why wouldn’t you be? Millions of people all over the world probably wanted to be in your shoes right now. Who in their right minds would pass up this once-in-a-lifetime chance? 

“Well then,” he straightened himself. “You’ll have to fetch it for me.”

You nodded eagerly, your thirst for knowledge and desire for candied treats fueling your curiosity

In all the wildest scenarios you managed to conjure up, the last thing you expected was for Hoseok to push you down to your knees. You stared up at his figure from below, awaiting his next move with bated breath. 

Hoseok reached down and caressed your cheek, calloused fingertips trailing the lines of your face. 

“You’ll have to work for it. Are you sure you want it?”

Nodding eagerly, you reached for his belt without further prompting, afraid he would change his mind. Now that he had given you permission, you no longer had to moderate and control your appetite. Your actions were now governed by your consuming cravings for sweets, for him. 

It didn’t take long for Hoseok to grow in your hand; not when he was faced with your abundance of eagerness and determination. A few strokes in and you let your mouth wrap around his impressive girth, desperate to please him and, more importantly, to sate your hunger.

“Tell me why you deserved to eat my fudge,” his voice commanded, fingers tugging on the strands of your hair. “Why should I let you swallow my come? Tell me.“

With your lips sealed around his throbbing cock, you attempted to pull away in order to answer him, but he kept your head firmly in place. If anything, he pulled you further down his length, scrutinizing the minute variations in your expressions. 

“Go on, tell me,” he encouraged, forcing more of his size into your mouth.

You struggled to answer; words distorted and muffled, tongue working around his girth in an attempt to form the adequate words. Hoseok watched you with wicked delight, relishing in the way your mumbled response was drowned out by the lewd sounds of your gags.  You were certain you looked like a mess; spit and precome dripping down from the sides of your mouth, dribbling onto your neck, onto your clothed chest.

“Such a good girl,” he patted your cheek in praise. You looked up at him, mouth full of his cock. “You, ah, you earned this.”

“Please,” you tried pleading, a muted moan lodged in the back of your throat.

“Mm, you want more don’t you? I can see it. You’re so hungry.”

You hummed your assent, mouth still working diligently over his cock. The lack of air was starting to affect your senses, so with renewed effort, you sucked harder, delicate hands reaching up to play with his balls.

Hoseok gripped your hair tightly, and thrust into your throat, keeping your head still as he spilled his seed into your mouth.

You swallowed around his length greedily, eager to finally drink in his succulence. You could now identify the salty flavor from before, and the overpowering taste brought you the greatest ecstasy. Looking back up at Hoseok, you could see your ravenous expression reflected on his glasses. 

“I have a penchant for sweet things.” Hoseok repeated his words from earlier, voice a little fucked out, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “And I have a feeling that you, my dear, will be positively delicious.”  

[jimlingss]

Heartbreak Insurance

Words: 10.9k Genre: FLUFF.

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Cr.

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He bursts into a bright huge grin, despite not being seen. “Thank you for calling Heartbreak Insurance. My name is Jimin! How may I help you today?”

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Jimin smiles happily, feet propped up on his small wooden footstool tucked away in the corner. “I’ll never get tired of watching that commercial.”

Yuri walking past, snorts with laughter. “Do you not have a life?”

“Hey! Is that a way to talk to your boss-”

“You’re not my boss anymore~” She snickers before walking off with her coffee.

He shoots her a look before he sits up straight, cracks his knuckles and gets back to work.

Park Jimin, fresh out of high school spontaneously picked a job from the newspaper. Unbeknownst to him, he found an absolute passion at the call center, picking up the phone and counselling whoever was on the other side. There was just something about being able to talk to someone and make their lives so much better that was appealing to him. Jimin didn’t have to even try that hard, simply sitting at his desk but every night he went to bed, his heart swelled with the thought of being able to help so many people.

Naturally with his passion, he went up and up in the ranks from employee of the month to the manager and somehow, now he ran his own complete department. Call it what you will but Jimin is the jack of all trades, from picking up calls, counselling to filing paperwork - he can do it all. When he worked at one unit for too long, he asked to move to another and before he realized, he knew how to do everything in the company. But Jimin didn’t feel content with climbing the ladder to the corporate offices, feeling like he was unable to really get in and get his hands dirty. He couldn’t help people like he wanted so he adamantly refused.  

The bosses felt bad that Jimin was such a fantastic worker but had no desire in moving up. Thus, they let him do as he pleases and pays him well as their most valuable employee, though he insists they don’t have to. Jimin now owns the biggest cubicle, sitting in the corner of the office floor, running his own department as the jack of all trades and widely known in the company as the saint.

Ring Ri-

“Thank you for calling Heartbreak Insurance. My name is Jimin! How may I help you today?”

There’s a slight clearing of the throat on the other side of the line and he waits patiently. “Hi. I’d like to file in a report?”

He smiles. “I can certainly help you with that today! What’s your name?”

“Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

“Great. Miss Y/N.” He sandwiches the handset of the phone between his shoulder and ear, head leaned over to one side as his fingers begin to type your name in the system. “Just give me a moment here….” But when Jimin pulls up your file, it’s completely empty. “Oh. I believe you’re not registered with us? Is this your first time?”

“Yes...I think it’s part of my employment insurance benefits provided by the company I work at….”

“Oh, well. I’m glad you called us up then! It’s great that you’re taking advantage of something that’s available to you.” Jimin chirps out with a grin. “I can get you registered then! It’ll be really quick.”

“That would be great.”

You tell him your company name, the numbers on your paperwork, your date of birth and some other things to fill in the gaps. “Great, great. And what can I register in for you today, Miss Y/N?”

“Heartbreak. I need time off from work.” Your voice sounds mundane, nonchalant like you’re ordering a coffee and Jimin frowns for a second.

“Oh.” He responds a second after. “Yes, we can do that immediately. I only need to ask you a few questions to know if you qualify. You can share as much as you’re willing to and you can refuse to answer any questions, so please don’t worry. I just need your confirmation to these terms. Are you willing to share some details?”

“Yes, I don’t mind.”

“Great.” Jimin begins typing up a new report. “And how long did your relationship last?”

There’s a bit of a silence, but he waits patiently. “It was never an official relationship.”

There’s a tiny scrunch that makes its way between Jimin’s brows but it disappears just as fast as it shows up. He understands that there are all sorts of relationships out there, all kinds of love but he’s still unsure of what box to check off on the forum. “If you don’t mind me asking, did you have any sexual relationship with this person?”

“No. It was sort of one sided.” You respond casually.

“Okay, thanks for letting me know.” Jimin checks off the unrequited love box. “Would you like to disclose this person’s name? It’s for our documentation process so you don’t have to worry about them ever knowing.”

“Uh..well...I’d rather not.”

“Alright.” Jimin fills out what he can on the form. “And how long have you been in this relationship for? Can you try to assign a time period since you’ve loved this person?”

“We’ve been friends for five years.” There’s a slight pause and you begin to stutter. “I-I guess for that amount of time.”

Jimin hums. “Can you please give me any details on the relationship? Any at all that you’re willing to share.”

You begin to break out into a sweat on the other side of the telephone, fidgeting nervously. “W-Well, we’ve been friends for five years and…. he’s getting married. Yeah, he’s getting married and it hurts me a lot. Terrible. I can’t stand having to go to work. I-I need time off.”

“Huh.” Jimin lets out accidently as he’s typing in your words but realizing it sounds rude, he quickly covers up. “Well, we’re just onto the last part here, Miss Y/N. If you could please describe to me your symptoms or how you’re just feeling in general.”

“Sad.” You deadpan before retracing your words. “Heartbroken, I mean. I just can’t get out of bed.”

“Well then. That sounds terrible Miss.” Jimin’s frown deepens as he stops momentarily, tapping a finger on his chin.

“Yup.”

“Anything else you’re feeling?”

“Just…...sad.”

Jimin clears his throat awkwardly, turning to the small rubric tacked on one side of his cubicle wall. It’s an outline that shows how severe one’s heartbreak may be depending on their symptoms but nowhere does Jimin see ‘just sad’.

“I’m going to read out a list of things and you can tell me if you feel them or not.” He says and you answer with an ‘alright’. “Are you unable to sleep? Do you have a case of insomnia?”

“Yes.”

“Do you feel physical pain, like headaches, chest pressures or a tightness in your throat?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have a lack of appetite or an increased appetite with an upset stomach?”

“Yes.”

“Are you experiencing a lack of concentration?” Jimin leans back in his chair, tapping his pen on the desk, unsettled.

“Yup.”

“Are you exhausted? And does it feel like you’re experiencing grief?”

“Yes.” You answer casually.

Jimin almost scoffs but keeps it in. “So you’re experiencing all the symptoms?”

You laugh anxiously. “It seems so.”

“Last question.” He sits up straighter in his desk chair. “Are you having difficulty going to the bathroom?”  

There’s a bit of a pause before you answer. “Yes.”

Jimin grins. “Well, thank you for your time Miss Y/N. I’ll run by your application and I’ll give you a call as soon as possible to inform you of your qualifications and your paid time off. Thank you for calling our services and I’ll speak to you again in a few days.”

“That sounds great.” You take a sigh of relief. “Bye.”

“Goodbye.” He smiles before setting the phone down.

After a moment of silence and him staring at his cubicle wall, Jimin bursts into laughter which makes several coworkers turn their heads in concern before they return back to their normal activities. It was needless to say that Jimin had been without break for a while, making the phone call seem hilarious to him. But what tickles his funny bone is that you checked off every single symptom that is usually only evident in divorced couples who have been together for decades. Aside from the nervousness in your voice and your stiff, emotionless answers, excrement has nothing to do with heartbreak - yet you still answered ‘yes’.

Jimin’s worked years at the company and with enough clients to reach triple digits. He’s had his fair share of liars but never in his life has he come across such a terrible one.

He can bet his life that you’re committing fraud.

//

“I’m going to reject this client.” Jimin pops his head into Chad’s office.

“Wait! Wait!” He calls out before Jimin’s gone too far and he steps backwards, entering the room.

“What?”

“You’re going to reject a client?” Chad stands up and walks to him, taking the file from his hand. “What’s wrong with her?”

Chad is the floor manager, handling all the big matters in the office but since Jimin is the head of his own department, they’re more so coworkers of the same status than boss and worker. In order to avoid power struggles and keep their friendship, they agreed to run big issues by each other before making final decisions.

“I think she’s trying to commit fraud.” Jimin shakes his head with a smile and a soft sigh.

“Do you have any evidence?” Chad frowns, flipping the one page of your profile before he meets Jimin’s probing eyes. “Hey, I know you’ve worked here for a hell of a long time, longer than any of us but we both know what happened the last time Wheein denied someone services when they were actually heartbroken. We got into a hell of a lot of trouble.”

“It’s just...a feeling, okay?” Jimin relaxes. “Call it my intuition but I can just tell she’s lying.”

“We’re going to need a lot more evidence than just your intuition.” Chad smiles handing back the files. “If you want I can take care of this client for you.”

“No. I’m good.” Jimin takes it back. He’s not one to give up on anything, that’s just who he is, especially when it comes to his work.

“Hey, relax man.” Chad grins. “Don’t quote me on this but….you know...you should just give it to her.”

“What?” He twists his face up in disgust as if someone insulted his mother. “When she might be lying? That’s fraud! Stealing from the company!”

Chad plops back in his swivel chair, propping his feet up before he takes a good look at his friend. “You take work way too seriously. It’s just one client, it won’t hurt the company that badly. When was the last time you had a break?”

Jimin decides to ignore the last question as he leaves, not being able to help the little smile that forms on his lips when the man yawns tiredly. “You’re a terrible manager.”

“Hey! I said don’t quote me on it! I never said anything!”

Unlike the other workers in the company that would let it go by, Jimin can’t help but feel like it goes against all his morals.

Thus with a crack of his knuckles, he decides to do some research. He scavenges all your social media platforms from twitter, instagram to facebook. He even goes as far as creating a fake account to follow your snapchat. At some point, Jimin wants to smash his head against the wall at how you’ve privated almost everything but luckily, your friends aren’t so thorough. He finds out where you went to school and with the information you’ve given him, where you work.

It turns out that one of your closest friends are engaged and recently the bride had a bachelorette party. The marriage is set in exactly a month.

He scrolls through all the available photos, finding it a bit strange to place a face to the voice he heard over a phone. In the three hours that pass while stalking you online, Jimin finally realizes how creepy he’s being and lifts himself out of his perfect cubicle and saunters off to the Special Investigations Unit Department.

“Hey Yuri-”

“Can’t talk, no time.” She answers, handset supported between her ear and shoulder as she’s typing away. After a second, she pushes a button on the phone. “Hey, I’m so sorry to keep you waiting-”

Jimin takes a look around at how swamped the department is, checking up on every single client and questioning each of them politely. He realizes that it’s nearing Valentine’s Day and they usually have a spike of callers, especially fakers who call in. “Can you give me a second, please?” Yuri smiles before pushing another button on the dial pad. She swivels her head around and scowls at Jimin. “What do you want?”

“Just...I have a client that might be committing fr-”

“Might?” She sighs, rubbing each side of her temples. “Jimin, please. I know you care about this but I have ten clients that are committing fraud and I have a shit ton of paperwork to fill out. I’ve been working late every single day-”

Yuri’s about to burst into tears so Jimin takes a step back. “Okay, okay. I’ll handle this on my own. Just….keep working hard.”

“Alright.” She sharply inhales a breath before picking up the handset again. “My deepest apologizes for keeping you busy-”

As he walks away, he takes a look at your profile once more and decides that he must take it into his own hands and commence his own investigations.

//

It’s not creepy! It’s not creepy at all! And you most definitely aren’t stalking or doing anything illegal right now!

Jimin repeats it to himself as he slowly drives up the curb of the road, watching through the windshield as you walk into a coffee shop to order your usual morning brew. He holds up his binoculars and observes as you stand in line impatiently tapping your foot. You look tired but exactly like the rest of the customers in the store at nine am. Not at all like a person gone through half a decade of unrequited love and a severe broken heart.

It’s hard to pinpoint it exactly since everyone deals with love differently and no one really shows it outside on their skin but something just tells him that you’re lying.

The car suddenly blares with a ringing sound, a bluetooth connection from his phone and he nearly pops his eyes out with the binoculars. He sighs before accepting the call on his GPS. “What is it Taehyung?”

“What are you doing?~” His voice chimes over the speakers in the car.

“My job.”

“So you’re working?” He sighs. “And I was going to ask you to come over~”

Jimin scoffs, holding up the binoculars once more to watch you ordering. “Just because you got fired from your job, does not mean I don’t have mine.”

“But you’re always working.” Taehyung complains. “When was the last time you actually took a break? Do you even get days off? Isn’t this like a violation of your labour rights? Do you even have a union?”

“Shut up!” Jimin calls out before he puts down the binoculars and fires up his car again, following as you walk all the way to your office building. “I’m doing an investigation, okay? You’re just freeloading off of your girlfriend and living at her apartment. Shouldn’t you find a job?”

“Hey! I’m trying my best, okay?” He laughs. “Call me when you’re off if you don’t end up dying at your desk. Bye loser.”

Jimin hangs up as he parks his car, seeing you enter the office doors with a smile. A smile that definitely does not belong to a heartbroken victim but something he wishes he could see for a bit longer.

//

It’s strange. In the past two days, it feels like someone’s been watching you. Maybe you’ve been especially nervous and paranoid after the phone call to the insurance company but you can’t help but break a sweat, like someone’s heated gaze is pinned on your back. With an exhausted sigh at the end of the work day, it suddenly becomes apparent to you - the black car on the curb on the road.

One knock. Two knocks.

You’re lightly tapping at the window of the car where the driver is and he slowly moves the newspaper away from his face. You wonder how he can even read it when it’s pitch black inside and it’s so close to his face. It’s almost comical how he lowers enough for you to barely see his eyes and he pushes the button, the window rolling down only two centimeters.

He doesn’t say anything. “Um excuse me. You’re parking in an employee-only spot and it doesn’t seem like you’re dropping anyone off.”

“Oh.” Is all he says. “Sorry.”

He rolls up the windows again and grabs some sunglasses from the passenger seat, slipping them on before he moves the newspaper away. From the lampposts outside, you can barely see how he waves at you before driving off.

Strange.

//

When you’re ordering your morning coffee a day later, the black car shows up on the curb of the road. You wonder if it’s paranoid of you to suspect that it’s the same exact one from last night.

You’re sipping on your morning brew, staring at it while standing on the sidewalk; the driver’s face is still pressed up into a newspaper. It’s much easier to see when it’s bright outside and you swear every so often, he’s peeking out at you. Your mind runs wild if you should knock on his window and ask if he’s a stalker when suddenly, a parking control officer strolls up his way.

He glances at the parking meter before sighing, taking out his notepad and scribbling something on it. With one motion, he rips it off and sticks it onto the black car. “No! Wait! Wait! I’m in the car!” The driver practically jumps out of his black vehicle, nearly stumbling on the sidewalk.

His voice is strangely familiar, gentle and comforting.

“Doesn’t matter.” The spiteful parking control officer spits at him, tucking the ticket securely under the window wipers. “Can’t just sit there and not pay the fee.”

The man groans to the sky as the officer walks away and he while his eyes travel away from the ticket, it sticks towards you. He freezes - every single muscle stopping as if he were a statue, trying to lose your attention or make himself invisible simply by praying. But your eyes are pinned on his and you make your move.

Two slow strides and you lean in closely. “Sorry but do I know you?”

You’re almost stunned as he is.

He’s cute.

Too adorable that it’s not even real and you suddenly have an urge to squish his cheeks together. He has a messy mop of blonde hair, a black sweater with sleeves too long, covering his fingers. He has round features, doe eyes looking on in surprise and pillow lips naturally tinted pink. But his combat boots and jeans give off a more manly vibe contrasting his soft aura.

He smiles tensely, eyes crinkling into half moons as he runs a hand through his hair; an action that you believe is his nervous habit. “Actually, I spoke to you on the phone.”

You manage to snap out of it and focus at this issue at hand. “Excuse me?” You frown.

He digs in his jeans and passes you a business card. “I’m Jimin from Heartbreak Insurance….I just wanted to discuss with you further about...uh...your application and do a cross-check. Yes...that’s what I’m here for.” He laughs and nods, as if to himself.

“You couldn’t call me for that?”

“Well….uh….at Heartbreak Insurance, we like to meet face to face with our clients since it’s our policy to be...um...involved.” He swallows hard and you question why he’s sweating when it’s not that hot outside. “Do you have some time?”

You glance at your watch, not really bothering to be punctual with work. “Sure.”

//

Jimin is tapping his foot relentlessly, rubbing together his clammy palms under the table. He’s thankful that he brought some of his paperwork along so he could fake something rather than nothing at all. After he sips on his drink and sets it down, he quickly glances at you, realizing that you’re staring at him to begin.

He curses to himself why you’re even more beautiful in real life.

“So…” He swallows hard, lying straight through his teeth. “It looks like you qualify.”

“Great.”

“We’ll get started as quickly as possible.” He shifts uncomfortably before meeting your eyes. “In heartbreak, withdrawal is something common but not very healthy. Is there anyone we can reach out to in order to help you?”

You smile. “No, not really. Um….he’s in the same circle of my friends so I haven’t really told anyone. It’s not something I can share with anyone.”

How convenient, Jimin thinks to himself with a slight hum. Insurance fraud isn’t something that you’d want to share with others anyway. “Well that’s understandable. Try your best to still leave the house often and hang out with them though. Another thing our insurance company recommends is disconnecting from social media for a while. It’s important to leave a gap so there’s no relapse in feelings.”

“Duly noted.” You say emotionlessly.

Jimin almost sighs but he keeps it inside, realizing it would be rude.

He’s worked with hundreds of clients before; most of them were just a complete mess in sobs or you could at least tell something was off by the way they slowly spoke, their untamed hair or their slightly smudged makeup. Some were in complete denial, buried deep in grief but never has he encountered someone who completely didn’t care, answering like they were watching paint dry and their middle school teacher was quizzing them on the alphabet.

Jimin can bet his entire life that you’re a liar.

“Well…” He smiles cutely. “What we offer are care packages which have food, cosmetics like bath bombs, features to encourage physical activity and just care items. In order to modify your care package, I’m just going to ask you a few questions.”

“Alright.” You answer, feeling a bit of excitement over the idea of having a special package for you every morning.

“Do you have any hobbies? Is there anything you like to do?” He waits for your answer, pen on paper.

“I like spa days.” You grin and he hopes you don’t notice how he’s stopped breathing temporarily. “I like watching movies and I’m….a big fan of fancy restaurants.” There’s a slight pause and you tip your head to the side. “Um...Jimin?”

He snaps out of it with an ‘oh’. “Sorry about that.” He quickly scribbles down the things you’ve said. He asks a few more questions and finds it exceptionally difficult to not give away what he knows about you through his stalking - like the bagel you ate yesterday or how you’ve recently been promoted thanks to your friends’ congratulation posts.

“Great.” He nods his head. “And it looks like you qualify for three weeks of paid time off. Therapy sessions will be twice a week for five weeks.” He smiles.

“Wait.” You shoot your hand out, grabbing onto his arm so he doesn’t get up and leave. Jimin’s eyes immediately drop to the place where you’re holding him. “How much paid time off do I get?”

“Th-three weeks.” He stutters.

“Three weeks..” You murmur and he’s let go. You try to suppress your grin as the both of you make your way to the door. “Great!”

“Yes. I’ll be talking to you again very soon to check up on your condition.” He lifts his hand and takes yours, holding onto it as you give it a good shake.

“Great. I’ll see you again Jimin.”

“Oh...you definitely will.” He mutters and you tilt your head, not being able to hear but it doesn’t matter when you’re trying your best to hold in your excitement.

The both of you look down to where you’re still shaking hands while wondering when the other person will pull away. To outsiders, it looks like an awkward handshake but to Jimin, he just hopes you won’t notice how his cheeks are heating up bright pink. It especially doesn’t help when a sudden giggle bubbles through your lips, half from the awkwardness and half from the exhilaration running through your veins.

Jimin pulls away with a soft smile and you’re still grinning from ear to ear. “Bye.”

“Bye.”

And the two of you part ways.

//

Jimin’s set up his cubicle to perfection, a second home of sorts. He has two pictures in frames, one of his family and one of his friends, seven guys in total jumping up at the same time. He has two pen holders, filled with different pencils and highlighters, pens and even a few markers. His two drawers are neatly organized with files and he has a row of sticky note reminders lining his monitor screen. He has the heartbreak symptom rubric on one side of the wall with a poster of the logo and motto. Everything’s precisely organized to his liking, cozy like his dream paradise. Other than that, he has a small fake plant in the corner given to him by his mother.

Jimin laughs hysterically at his desk.

Some coworkers shoot him an odd look before returning, realizing that it’s just his daily hysterical burst. “You really need a break dude.” Yuri mumbles with a coffee in her hand, quickly walking back to her desk before Jimin can retort.

“Fancy restaurant? Spa days? Movies?” He scoffs to his cubicle walls. “What hobbies.” He laughs again before he scoffs again. “This is not a vacation package!”

He hates how he’s only realized it now, sitting at his desk undisturbed. He hates even more that when meeting you face to face, he’s completely captured under your spell.

But you’re still a terrible liar.

Unfortunately for him, he can’t investigate you further when his cover has been completely blown and he’s already promised your care package. He has absolutely no choice but to follow through with the insurance plan.

Nonetheless, Jimin refuses to accept defeat.

//

It’s incredible.

The care package arrived at your doorstep in the morning, a cute packaged box with a handwritten note from Jimin saying ‘take care of yourself’. It was wrapped in a cute bow and you couldn’t help but wonder if he did it himself. You took your time unraveling the brown parchment wrap and when you finally managed to open it, it was full of restaurant coupons and vouchers, theater tickets, a hiking pamphlet, a gift card to a spa retreat and bath bombs.

You treat yourself to a home treatment spay day, sitting in one of the nicest and hottest baths you’ve had your entire life, a scented candle by your side, a face mask and your bath bomb fizzing in the water but most importantly, a bottle of wine in your hand that came with the package; drinking straight from it without a glass. You are truly living the luxurious life.

You fall victim to your guilty pleasures, watching an entire season of reality television before you finish the wine bottle and crash out on your couch. It’s past noon by the time you wake up. You end up rolling around your house in your pajamas the entire day, living out your dreams of being a complete couch potato. But not for long.

Knock. Knock.

The moment you crack the door open, a bright grin greets you. “Jimin?”

“Good evening, Miss Y/N.” He smiles and you widen the door.

“Good evening. Is there something wrong?”

“I just came to check up on you! See if everything’s been going well and we’re meeting all your needs. It’s a sort of check-up to see if there are any problems.” Jimin lies with a bright beam. It isn’t part of his job description at all. It’s not like you know that though. “Can I come in?”

“Sure.” You step back and he slips off his shoes. “And everything’s been going well. Really the packages have helped a lot.”

“That’s good.” Jimin takes a good look at your surroundings, noticing the sprawled out blankets and pillows, the finished wine bottle on the table and the television still on. You don’t notice his suspicious scrutiny but you’re rather a bit flustered at how he’s suddenly standing in your living room and you’re a mess in your pajamas. You hadn’t even combed your hair.

“Sorry. I’m a mess, aren’t I?”

“No.” When Jimin turns to face you again, he can’t help but think it’s adorable that your hair is literally sticking upwards as if you got electrocuted. “It’s cute.” After a second of staring at your baffled expression, he quickly snaps out of it. He clears his throat awkwardly, catching the restaurant tickets discarded on the kitchen counter. “Ahem...I mean...um...have you eaten yet, Miss Y/N?”

You follow his line of sight. “Oh. No.” Some nervous laughter bubbles through your lips. “I think it’s kind of strange to go to a restaurant by yourself. I already called them up and they don’t do take out.”

“Right.” He narrows his eyes, lifting a brow. “You can’t really reach out to anyone in your circumstances. However, it’s not really healthy to be cooped up alone inside your apartment when you’re going through heartbreak.”

“Uh huh.”

Jimin spots an opportunity and grabs it without thinking much. There’s a slight pause before he jumps. “Do you want to go together then?”

“What?” You frown, exasperated at his odd proposition. You wonder if you misheard or you’re losing your mind. “I mean, pardon?”

He grins perfectly, eyes crinkling and he clears his throat, speaking in the professional tone that you heard over the phone. “A typical reaction to heartbreak is isolation and a part of the fundamental beliefs of our Heartbreak Insurance company is that our clients be part of our family. We are committed to helping you move forward from this difficult time and be there when you need it most. It is only natural that I would love to have dinner with you, Miss Y/N - especially since you have no one else to assist you during this time.”

“Of course, if you’re too uncomfortable with the idea, you can refuse me or…” He leans in and you wonder if it’s a smirk that you see but after a blink, it’s gone. “..you’re not actually going through a heartbreak at all.”

“N-no. That sounds great.” You stiffly laugh, stuttering slightly. His words are swirling around your head, making you dizzy.

“Great.” He grins. “Then you should go get ready. Don’t worry and take your time. Dress up a little and pamper yourself. I’ll be here if you need me.”

“Great.”

“Great.”

He nods and waves you off while you slowly walk backwards before swiveling on your heel and making your way into your room. Jimin smirks to himself as you disappear, knowing he’s got you right in the palm of his hand.

//

Or not.

Because with you in that knee-length, red cocktail dress and black heels, a beige trench coat with your hair up, Jimin’s sure he’s been casted under your spell again. He’s just thankful that he’s still in his white dress shirt and work pants, so it doesn’t look like he’s your chauffeur.

“Is everything okay?” You frown, leaning in to whisper and sweeping a strand of hair away from your face. You wonder if you got too dressed up but Jimin told you to and he was strongly adamant about it. Was it too weird? What were you even doing having dinner with your insurance agent?

“No. It’s not weird at all.” Jimin sits back, forcefully peeling his eyes away from you to stick onto the menu. “Whoever broke your heart would be so regretful if they saw you right now.”

A pink flush blooms across your cheeks and you mumble a quiet ‘thanks’. Jimin’s eyes flicker upwards and he manages to catch your appearance. He nibbles on his bottom lip to stop his lips spreading into a grin and he forces a nonchalant expression as he flips the menu.

Jimin shakes his head as the both of you wait for the food to arrive, realizing that he’s not on a date with you and needs to get down to the bottom of things as soon as possible. “It might be difficult for you to speak about it but it’s good to get things off of your chest once and for all. If you’re not uncomfortable Miss Y/N, can you tell me about him?”

“Him? Oh, right. Well….” You anxiously laugh, taking a sip of your drink to quench your dry throat and buy some time. He waits patiently for you to answer. “Um. We’ve been friends for five years and I liked him alot but now he’s getting married.”

“But that can’t be just it.” He presses on. “Don’t you feel like you’re physically hurt? Doesn’t your mind feel numb?”

You shrug while nodding thoughtfully, not really knowing what to say. “I guess.” You laugh again before quickly switching the subject. “But if you don’t mind me asking, if it’s too much of a personal question, have you ever been heartbroken?”

Jimin sighs, leaning back on his chair. “Honestly...never.”

“Oh.” His answer piques your curiosity. “Then what got you working at the insurance company?”

There’s a flicker in his eyes as if you’ve touched his deepest passion and Jimin tries his best to not explode off on a tangent. It’s not everyday that he gets to share what he loves doing most. “I just really love being able to help people. I don’t even need to do much, just sitting at my desk and talking to people on the phone but to know how many people I do help in a day, it’s really fulfilling.”

You nod, smiling as he continues going off about his work. Usually you would’ve gotten bored, someone going off on their job but unlike the others, Jimin has no complaints and instead his gestures are erratic as he tells you stories that make your stomach ache with laughter. He’s so earnest and sweet that you can’t help but melt a little in your seat.

“Would you like the dessert menu?” The waitress swings by, interrupting your story of the time the tires of your car came off on the highway.

“Sure.” Jimin flashes his soft smile and the waitress clears the table, promising to come back a moment later.

You frown. “Wait. I don’t think the voucher includes dessert.”

“Don’t worry, it’s on me.” He reassures you, thanking the waitress as she approaches and hands the smaller menu. “Is there anything you would like...Miss Y/N?” Jimin realizes he might’ve overstepped his boundaries, getting too comfortable with you. This isn’t a date. But somehow he’s completely forgotten about investigating your heartbreak further.

You giggle and Jimin blinks twice. “You really don’t need to call me Miss. And I’ll have whatever.”

“Okay..” He nods, still gazing at you and you wonder if anything’s wrong. “Great.”

“Great.” You laugh at the awkward tension and he looks down again at the menu.

Cute.

The both of you think together.

//

With your stomach full, tongue sweet with the dessert you shared with Jimin and the drive back to your house calm and smooth with the soft radio swirling in the background, you can’t help but get lulled to sleep. When Jimin stops at a red light, wondering why you’re so quiet and turning to you, he grins. Your head is bobbing up and down with closed eyes, out cold and completely unconscious.

A quick glance at the street lights and noting it’s still bright red, he carefully shifts over to you and gently moves your head to rest comfortably against the window. You take a soft sigh of relief, shifting a bit more and he smiles.

As he pulls up in the parking lot to your apartment complex, he’s hit with the dilemma of waking you up. “Y/N?” He calls out your name softly but you don’t stir. With any of his friends, he would have the pleasure of screaming out suddenly and scaring them awake or he would mischievously honk the horn, making them jump. But with you, he doesn’t even have the nerve to nudge you. He doesn’t know why.

So instead, Jimin sits in his car and every so often, glances at your sleeping face. He finally steals the chance to marvel in all your features and he can’t help the smile that takes his lips.

It’s only when there’s ambulance sirens in the distance that disturbs your dreams do you finally open your eyes. “Oh my god. What time is it?” You look around, stretching and a bit confused. “Why didn’t you wake me up? How long were you waiting?”

Jimin smiles. “It’s fine. Rise and shine, Y/N.” He gets out of his car and you rub your eyes once before stumbling after him.

“You don’t need to bring me up.”

“I don’t mind.” He steals another glance at your sleepy form. “Trust me.”

Your head is downcasted, standing outside your apartment door with Jimin in front of you and his hands in his pockets. “I had a really great night tonight.” You purse your lips, trying to hide your smile but ultimately failing. You’re still embarrassed about falling asleep in his car but more so at the way he’s staring at you with softened eyes.

“I’m glad.” He murmurs out before clearing his throat, scratching the back of his neck nervously. There’s a slight silence that fills the air but not an awkward or a tense one. Jimin drops his arm and his eyes slowly travel down to your rose stained lips. Naturally, your own eyes move to his and you wonder what it feels like to have his lips pressed on yours. And for one moment, as he leans closer, you really think he’s going to kis-

“I mean- of course! At Heartbreak Insurance, our clients should be able to reach out to us at any time.”

“Oh. Yeah. I mean great!” You can’t help but feel a bit hurt at how he called you his client. “That’s a great policy you guys have.”

“Yeah. It’s great.” He laughs stiffly. “I’ll see you around Y/N. Have a good night.”

//

Jimin screams, spinning around in his chair and this time his co-workers don’t even glance at him. He doesn’t understand why every time he’s with you, he always gets carried away. He’s suppose to be doing his job! He’s suppose to catch you in your lies and make you admit that you’re committing fraud.

He grabs his coat and stomps out of the building before anyone can even realize.

Knock. Knock.

“Jimin?” You widen the door, scanning him from top to bottom in his athletic attire. “What are you doing here?” He’s in a gray short sleeved hoodie with knee-length black shorts and sneakers but you can’t help but ogle at his muscles. You wonder where they came from and if he’s had them this entire time, just hidden underneath all the clothing.  

“Exercise is a great method to start moving onto a new path.” He smiles sweetly despite the disgusting word of ‘exercise’ that leaves his mouth. You blink hard at his attractive appearance, trying to say something.

But all you manage with your dropped jaw is “what?”.

“C’mon, let’s go exercise.”

“I...I don’t exercise.” You laugh quietly but he makes no change in his expression.

“It’s part of your therapy and the care package!” It really isn’t. “It’s not good for you to mope around in your house when you’re heartbroken…...unless-”

“Nope. Alright. Fine!” You feel like smashing your head against the wall but then he might think you’ve gone insane. It’s not like that would be a lie though. You really do feel like you’re going crazy.

A soft sigh leaves your lips before you perk up with a stiff smile. “Exercise sounds great!”

//

Exercise is the worst.

You’re in leggings, sneakers and a tracksuit jacket with your hair pulled in a ponytail but you’re sure you look like a mess. Huffing and puffing with sweat dripping down the sides of your face, you’re barely managing to run alongside Jimin who’s still smiling and staring up at the bright sky.

“Isn’t it such a nice day today?”

“How are you so fuc- athletic?” You’re too tired to filter out the curse words. If you didn’t try so hard, you would’ve already collapsed onto the ground and sworn at him using your entire extensive vocabulary.

“I like to work out in my spare time.” Jimin grins, turning to you and the kid has the audacity to start running backwards in front of you. “Tired already, Y/N?” He teases mockingly.

He’s jogging at this point, still grinning and when you try to speak, you break out into a huge cough, lungs squeezing. “I-I...I don’t fucking exercise, okay?”  

Jimin laughs, a bell like sound that makes you roll your eyes and you notice an elderly couple passing the both of you. The embarrassment and shame makes you push a bit harder. “But exercise is so great for a broken heart.” Jimin says, returning back to his position beside you as the both of you continue. “Tell me, are you feeling better these days?”

“I feel the same.” You spit out at him, too exhausted to think.

“Oh?” He lifts a brow. “Are you still having trouble sleeping at night? Can’t eat? Having headaches? Lack of concentration?” Jimin grins. “You can’t use the toilet?”

“I..I..” You slow down and he matches your pace. “I feel better, okay? Better.”

“Have you contacted him recently?”

“Who?” You frown, wiping away your sweat as you speed up.

“The guy who made you heartbroken.”

“Oh. Umm..” You break out into another wheeze as you pound your chest. “Ca-can we not- not talk about this...here?!”

“Why not?” He smiles sweetly and you give him a look of horror, unable to speak when you’re gasping for air.

WHY NOT? WHY NOT?! IS HE SERIOUSLY ASKING YOU WHY NOT?!

You halt all together, bending downwards to catch your breath with hands on your knees. Jimin stops too with a small giggle but the break only lasts a good ten seconds before he takes your hand and pulls you along. “C’mon Y/N. Exercise is great!”

It’s right then and there with Jimin holding your hand, your heart rate suddenly shooting up ten folds and your eyes transfixed on the gesture that you accidentally trip on the crack of the pavement. But as you begin to tumble forward and a soft gasp leaves your lips, Jimin pulls you towards him. Instead of the ground, you land straight into his arms in an embrace.

“Are you okay?” He says in a half breathless laugh.

You peer up through your eyelashes, still startled but surprised at how effortless it was for him to save you. “Yeah. I’m okay.” You cough out, standing on your feet.

Jimin blinks, wondering how you’re so much prettier up close.

“Do you need me to carry you?” He teases and you scoff. Trying to hide your burning cheeks, you start running again. “Hey! Wait up!” Jimin giggles out as he catches up to you. He returns by your side, stealing a quick glance and grinning from ear to ear at your embarrassment.

//

It’s going all wrong. You’re suppose to have a relaxing time with your paid-time off and your delicious care packages. You’re suppose to catch up on reality TV and live life as the bum you’ve always wanted to. But low and behold, Jimin makes you go on a run every single morning with him. Sometimes he asks you a bunch of questions, sometimes he just laughs at your lack of athleticism and sometimes it’s just silent as you enjoy the fresh morning air.

You’ll only admit that it’s sort of nice.

There are even days where the both of you go out to dinner together and day by day, he asks you less and less questions about your ‘previous relationship’.

“Hey.” You turn to him, the both of you in line at a coffee shop after your morning run. After a week, you’re sweating much less but your endurance is still lacking compared to Jimin’s.

“There’s a wedding rehearsal dinner coming up in a few days.” You shift uncomfortably on your feet. “Do you want to be my plus one?”

A month ago, you would’ve never had the audacity to ask Jimin, especially since he’s your insurance agent. But somewhere along the way, you became well acquainted with him and even friends. You didn’t have anyone coming with you either and if Jimin came along, he might finally lay his questions to rest.

It’s killing two birds with one stone.  

Jimin blinks at you before he erupts in a sweet smile that still makes him look handsome even if he’s sweaty. You’re a bit jealous. “I’d love to.”

“Great.”

“Great.” He answers back with a whisper before the both order your drinks. From the corner of your eye, you think you see him glance and grin at you. But then again, it might be your eyes playing tricks.

//

“You’ve been leaving your cubicle a lot these days, huh?” Yuri looks over his cubicle wall, leaning on it while sipping on her coffee. “Did you get a girlfriend?”

“No.” Jimin scoffs. “I’m working.”

“Uh huh.” She lifts her brow. “I see you smiling a lot these days.”

“I’m investigating a client.” He states, flipping through a file folder.

Yuri sighs. “Are you actually? When was the last time you even caught a break?”

“I love my job.”

“Doesn’t mean you don’t need time off.” She peers over, looking at the paperwork. “But who’s the client? You can transfer them over to our department if you need investigating. We’re not so busy anymor-”

“No.” He answers quickly, cutting her off of her sentence. Jimin clears his throat and tucks it all away in his drawer. “I got it handled. Thanks though.”

“Well alright-”

The conversation is cut short when the phone rings again.

Ring Ring-

Jimin beams as he picks up the handset. “Thank you for calling Heartbreak Insurance. My name is Jimin! How may I help you today?”

Yuri rolls her eyes and waves, making her way back to the desk. As she leaves, her words whirl around his mind. It takes less than a second for him to realize that he’s been with you for weeks and he’s completely forgotten about making you admit your fraud. Unbeknownst to him, he begins smiling as he remembers you in your cow pajamas looking sleepy and frightened at the same time when he mentions ‘exercise’. Now when he knocks at your door, you’re already dressed and grumbling under your breath as you lock up the door.

Jimin wonders if he should head over to catch dinner with you, maybe bring over some coffee too. He suddenly wants to see you again, so badly that he thinks he might die if he doesn’t. It’s an odd feeling and he can’t exactly pinpoint why-

“Hello?” The shaking voice over the phone repeats. “Is anyone there?”

“I am so sorry!” Jimin apologizes profusely, bowing his head to the cubicle walls. “Can you please repeat everything you just said?”

//

You might pass out.

“Are you okay?” He leans in close, his cologne traveling up your nose and making you even more dizzy. “You’re really pale Y/N.”

“I’m fine.” You manage, taking your water and downing the whole entire glass as Jimin watches in amusement.

His hair is swept up, styled in a way that reveals his forehead just a bit. He’s in dress shoes, linen pants and a cotton button-down blue shirt, rolled all the way up to his elbows and hugging his arms just right. He smiles softly at your bewildered expression but the moment you turn away, his smile becomes a smirk.

He takes the opportunity to gawk at you from head to toe, curled hair pulled in an updo and the tea-length dress in a fresh mint hue. He dares say that you’re even more beautiful than the bride.

“So is that him?” Jimin takes the opportunity to lean in close to you, gazing at your instant flustered appearance. When you turn to him, your face and his are a mere few centimeters away. His eyes flicker to your pink tinted lips before he glances up at the groom, sitting up at the front table.

“Oh. Um. Yeah.” You swallow hard, trying to listen to the toasts going around.

“You had feelings for that guy?” He says out of disbelief.

You frown. “Why?”

Jimin scoffs quietly. “Well obviously because you’re so much better than he is. You’re gorgeous, smart and pretty amazing.”  

You can’t help but grin, rolling your eyes at the same time. Was he trying to flirt with you?

“Then who do you think I’m good for?” You ask him with the raise of your eyebrows.

Me?

Jimin can’t manage the words so instead he points to the elderly man sitting at the bride’s family table. You follow his finger before you bust out in a giggle, some people turning around to look at you. After you quiet down, you lightly punch his arm and he gives you a sheepish grin.

“You liked him for five years?” Jimin asks you after the toasts are finished and the dinner is served, the both of you whispering really quietly.

“Something like that.”

“Oh~ I see.” He nods thoughtfully. “And your friend is marrying him and she didn’t know about your unrequited love? Did she meet him after you met him or before?”

You fidget nervously, wondering why he keeps interrogating you. “Can we not talk about this?”

He sighs, aware that you’re always avoiding the topic. He’s had enough of your evasiveness and needs to get down to his job. He and his feelings have been too carried away lately.

“No. Let’s talk about it.” He smiles but this time you can’t find anything cute about it. “How did you feel when they announced their wedding?”

You sigh, shooting him a sharp look but he raises his brows. “Well?”

“Why do you keep asking me these questions?”

“I need to know.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s obvious that you’re-”

“Y/N?” The bride interrupts your conversation, her happy beam making both you and Jimin smile. “And who is this?” She looks at Jimin and you laugh nervously. It’s not like you can say he’s your insurance provider and he’s definitely not your boyfriend.

“He’s...he’s….a friend.” You settle for that, nodding to yourself.

“Oh. Nice to meet you.” She shakes hands with Jimin. “Will you be attending the wedding?”

“Umm..”

“He might.” You answer for him with a stiff smile. Just then the groom approaches and Jimin takes note of how your eyes don’t shake and your voice doesn’t tremble when you talk to him. You’re completely normal to him, nothing out of the ordinary and definitely not like you loved him or had a five year unrequited crush.

“Well I’ll see you around Jimin.” The bride smiles and the groom nods his head in agreeance. You blush when your friend winks at you before sauntering off to greet the next table.

When you turn to Jimin, he grabs your arm. “What?”

“You never loved him.” He states in a deadpan.

You freeze.

There’s not even a twinge of nervousness and anxiety that swirls in your stomach, like you imagined there would be. All you can wonder is- “Is that the only thing that’s concerned you this entire time?” It feels like a punch to the gut.

He didn’t come with you today because he wanted to but because he wanted to know the truth. You can’t believe you let yourself forget that and let your feelings get involved. You grit your teeth together as his expression is unchanged, the both of your eyes probing each others in a cold battle.

You release a short exhale and a scoff. “We are not talking about this here.”

//

The rest of the rehearsal dinner is full of two fake smiles, yours and Jimin’s. Between the both of you, there is nothing but silence and the drive home is dead. He stares straight ahead at the road and you force your eyes shut while facing the window. The radio doesn’t even play.

The door of your apartment slams shut and you turn around to face him. He’s the one that speaks first. “You lied and committed fraud.”

“That’s right.” You say in a mocking tone. “Congratulations on figuring it out. Would you like an award?”

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“You’re a terrible person.” You want to curse him in much worse ways but you can’t bring yourself to. You’re already trying to hold back your tears. “You only got close to me to fucking figure it out!”

“It’s my job.” He frowns, voice trembling unwillingly.

“Your job to have dinner with me multiple times a week?! Your job to go running with me every morning?! Your job to follow me around?!” You shout at him, throwing the empty care package box at him. “That’s right, I’ve never been heartbroken in my life! And I was fucking sick and tired of working! I was just looking for some paid time off! Is that what you want to hear?!”

“Y/N.”

“Get out.” You point to the door. “Get me fired or throw me in jail, I don’t even give a damn! Just get out of my face. Don’t come back.”

He grabs your wrist when you try to push him out the door. “Listen to me. I-.I...those things that I did aren’t part of my job description. You could get me fired, Y/N.”

“I don’t care! Just GO AWAY.” You struggle against his strength and he finally lets go.

“I care about you.” He confesses. “A lot.”

“Just go away.” You finally push him out the door, slamming it shut in his face.

“I want to be with you.” He murmurs to the wood and he’s met with complete silence.

Jimin stands there lost for minutes before he finally turns on his heels and walks away.

He feels a tightness in his throat, utterly exhausted as he drags his legs around to Chad’s office. Jimin barely peeks his head in through the door. “You were right, by the way.”

“What?” He looks up from his computer. “Oh. Dude. You look awful, did something happen?”

“Nothing.” Jimin brushes him off with a sigh. “The client I told you about a few weeks back. She’s not committing fraud. Just continue with her paid time off and insurance packages.”

“Well alright.” He smiles, typing away on his keyboard. “That’s good. Hey Jimin, if-”

When he lifts his head up, Jimin’s gone.

//

Ring Ring. Ring Ring. Ring Ring-

“Thank you for calling Heartbreak Insurance.” He sighs, finding it utterly difficult to sound chirpy. “My name is Jimin…....how may I help you today?”

“I’m sorry...what was that? Can you repeat it one more time?” He rubs the side of his forehead, finding it exceptionally difficult to concentrate. He wonders if it’s because he skipped out on his exercise and his breakfast. He just couldn’t get out of bed or take a jog alone. Food doesn’t seem that appealing either.

“Are you alright?” Yuri frowns as Jimin hangs up the phone. As she takes a sip of her coffee, she scans his odd disheveled appearance. It looks like he didn’t get any sleep last night.

“I feel….terrible.”

“Wow.” She hums. “I think this is the first ever for Park Jimin on a work day. What’s wrong? Shoot.”

“I don’t really want to talk about it.” He pounds his chest, trying to alleviate the pressure.

Yuri sighs, hanging her head to one side. “We both know that things are better when you talk about them.” Just then her eyes catch the piece of paper tacked onto his wall and she casually takes another sip of her brew. “Did you sleep last night?”

“Not really. I just couldn’t fall asleep.” Jimin sighs. “I tried drinking warm milk and flipping my pillow and all that jazz but I couldn’t. I only managed to pass out for an hour.”

She points to him. “Did you eat anything yet?”

“Don’t really feel like it.” He frowns in pain. “My stomach kind of hurts.”

“It seems like you’re exhausted and can’t concentrate either.” She hums. “Do you have any pain anywhere else?”

“I have a headache right now. And my chest and throat feel kind of tight, like there’s something heavy on it.” Jimin wearily looks over at her. “I think I’m just having a bad day.”

Yuri smiles, finally peeling her eyes away from the symptom rubric. “Dude. Either you’re heartbroken or you came down with a nasty case of lovesickness.”

“What?” Jimin laughs. “That’s impossible. No.”

She shakes her head and sets down her coffee, grabbing his coat and pulling his chair back. “I’ve been waiting to do this ever since I joined the company. Park Jimin, you need to go home. With your strong work ethic in the past few years of working in this company, you’ll get five paid weeks off. We’ll be sending you care packages and we’ll be able to modify them since we already know your hobbies. Therapy sessions are twice a week. Please reach out to people around you to help during this time.”

“Wait. Wait.” Jimin protests as he’s being yanked upwards, his jacket shoved in his arms and hauled off to the elevators.

“I’ll notify Chad.” Yuri smiles. “And if any of us sees you at work, we’ll kick you out. Heartbreak is real pain too and you need time to heal.” She presses the elevator button and the doors open. “Don’t be such a lovesick puppy. See you in five weeks, Jimin.”

Yuri shoves him in and the doors close. “Wait! No! That’s impossible!”

But by then, he’s talking to the steel doors and his precious cubicle walls are far from his reach.

//

Jimin is utterly sad and lost. It’s almost comical how he’s dealt with heartbreak so closely and listed the symptoms hundreds of times but he couldn’t detect it within himself. But he still refuses to believe it’s true.

He flips through channels on his television and wanders around his apartment like a haunting ghost, wondering what to do with himself. When the telephone rings, he races like a trained dog to pick it up. “Thank you for calling Heartbre-” Wait.

Then the world comes crashing down when he realizes he’s not at work. And the only person that answers back is an automated message, a scam call on winning plane tickets.

Jimin ends up waiting by the door everyday for his care package, opening it up with enthusiasm. He marvels at how great the company really is and how authentic and how careful they are. It’s almost like Christmas morning; he reads the details of all the coupons, tickets and vouchers. He reads the pamphlets like they’re novels and stares at the gift cards until they’re imprinted in his mind. It’s only on the third day does Jimin realize how pathetic he’s living.

He’s still moping around, unable to eat or sleep well without thinking about you. But the push he needs is when he receives a piece of paper with your phone number and Yuri’s handwriting on the back, reading ‘call her already!’.

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Jimin?!” You scowl at him before the tension between your brows loosen, scanning him from head to toe. “What are you doing here and why are you in your pajamas?! Have you even slept?!”

He doesn’t respond, simply gazing at you while he holds up a piece of paper. You squint, trying to read the text. “Eyewitness testimony?”

“It’s for my insurance. If possible, filing witness papers makes the jobs easier. I know.”

“What are you even talking about?” You ask more out of concern than anger.

“I need your signature at the bottom.” He tilts his lips up in a lifeless smile. “Since you’re my only witness.”

“Witness to what?” You sigh, letting go of the door and no longer frowning.

“My heartbreak.” He whimpers out.

“Your heartbreak? What?” You peek your head out the door, looking to see if there was a camera crew or if this was some sort of prank. After realizing that Jimin is practically sulking outside your apartment door in his pajamas, dark circles under his eyes and chaotic hair, you let him inside. “You need to tell me what’s going on.”

“Everything I did for you...it’s not part of my job description.” He admits, looking exasperated and going off on a quick tangent in one breath. “Insurance fraud isn’t even that big of a deal. I just…I went through all that shit because I like you. And this is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“What?” You’re smiling at this point, watching his rather calm outburst.

“You.” He scratches his hair, losing his mind. “I know one of the worst things that you can do is go back to the one that broke their heart and continue your interaction with them. But I can’t eat or sleep or do anything without thinking about you. And it hurts me so bad because-”

“Because?” You egg him on, smirking and raising your eyebrow.

He scoffs, finally breathing normally. “Are you seriously teasing me right now when I’m pouring my heart and soul out to you?!”

You grin. “Just tell me.”

“I like you. And I miss you and I want to be with you.” He rambles on. “And I have no idea what I’m going to do when you reject me and they kicked me out from work and I have nowhere to go-”

“Who said I was going to reject you?”

“Wait...you’re not?”

You can’t hide your smile, blushing bright pink from embarrassment. “No. Are you kidding me?”

You laugh and he slowly starts smiling. “I’ll admit, you’re a bit of a workaholic but you’re the sweetest and cutest and handsomest person I’ve ever met. You kind of drive me insane.” With your teeth sunk in your bottom lip nervously, you take a step forward to wrap your arms around his abdomen, giving him a tight squeeze. “And I missed you too.”  

He takes a sigh of relief while laughing and returning your embrace. “Oh thank god. You’re making me go crazy! I think I’m going to get a heart attack.”

You giggle, pressing your ear to his chest and listening to his heartbeat sporadically pumping. “I hate that you make me exercise.” You murmur after a moment of silence.

“Girl, we’re gonna be doing that a lot more.” He whispers.

You groan and he laughs again. You try to pull away from him but his hands are clasped behind your back, keeping you still. “Hey…” He hums. “Can I kiss-”

Before he can finish, you’ve already pressed your lips to his soft ones in a sweet kiss. He pouts as you pull away. “You didn’t even let me finish!” With your mischievous smile, this time he’s the one that kisses you again and again. After several, he frowns and murmurs against your lips. “Wait...does this mean I’m committing fraud too since I’m not heartbro- ow! What was that for?”

“Are you seriously going to talk about work right now?”

Jimin grins before clearing his throat, speaking in a professional tone that you remember listening to the first time over the phone. He grins, greasy words rolling off his tongue and this time no cubicle wall has to witness it when you’re standing in front of him.

“Welcome to Heartbreak Insurance. My name is Jimin and Miss Y/N just healed my heart.”

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BTS Eros Traits

Eros serves as an indicator of one’s passion, sexual attraction, sexual preference, and vital energy.

Note: These are general traits/preferences (relating to love, sex, personality, ect) based on their Eros signs.

Seeing as how despite Eros being repeated three times, people still think I am talking about their Sun signs and try to correct me. So, I am putting a note on all of my Eros posts from now on. Your Eros sign and your Sun sign are NOT the same thing. No, I did not get their signs wrong, the sign that these posts are about is not their Sun sign. 

Also, for the anon that asked if I could do this, the BlackPink one should be up no later than Thursday! I will update this with a link when I have it posted  

Update: You can find the BlackPink post here 😊

Aries: J-Hope and V

Very active and busy

Playing hard to get drives them crazy

Passionate

Can make a game of love complete

Becomes infatuated quickly

Traditional

Not the most emotional giving in sex

Likes kisses on their neck and ears

Sexual attraction can come and go

Sex in unusual places

Sex is a vital part of relationships

Large sexual appetite

Sometimes can be a masochist

Gemini: Jungkook

Attracted to intellectual people

Big on communication

Endless and excessive imagination

Loves to be surprised

Not the most sentimental

Needs space

Can be seduced with words

Eager to experiment 

Tastes are unpredictable

Loves dirty talk

Wants to see all of their partner during sex

Enjoys conversation during sex

Threesomes/group sex are not off limits

Libra: Rap Monster

More sophisticated one out of the signs 

Flirtatious and charming

Great spouse material

Has a big heart

Very romantic

Will treat their partner like queen/king

Likes traditional romantic gestures

Wants emotional and sensual sex

Can be very seductive

Enjoys cuddling

Sex in strange places

Foreplay for hours is possible

Could like being ordered around in bed

Scorpio: Jin

Wants to be 100% connected to their partner

Can make anyone blush

Possessive

Very personal and erotic

Tends to hide their emotions

Strong sex appeal

Loves to push boundaries

The perfect lover in bed

Emotionally involved in sex

Animalistic tendencies in bed

Lots of oral sex

Intense and passionate sex

Will try almost anything

Capricorn: Suga

One of the most difficult signs to get to know

Loyal and confident

May fear intimacy

Will not open their heart easily

Picky when looking for a partner

Could appear as if they lack emotion

Strong but controlled libido

Likes to be in control

Naturally sexy

Could enjoy sadomasochism

Intense sexual desires

Has a high endurance 

Does not turn to kinky things quickly

Pisces: Jimin

Most romantic of the signs

Believes in soulmates 

Sensitive

Very understanding and accepting

Loves confidence

Romantic and loving

Interested in complexity and mystery

Likes improvisation 

Can’t love mean-hearted people

May enjoy being humiliated at times

Sex in romantic places

Prefers to satisfy their partner

Has many erotic dreams