#barefoot jimin in the house

[whysojiminimnida]

OKAY BUT HE'S ON TIPTOE Y'ALL

Not YET hang on

See it? DO YOU SEE MY BALLET BABY EN RELEVE', LITERALLY ON DEMI-POINTE BACK THERE?

Listen, Linda. I don't give a FUUUUCK about Hudson Mohawke, I read that whole Reddit thing about Cbat and I quite literally CANNOT (but if Hudson's gonna do something better for sex music I will give PJM1 a very serious, repeated attempt).

But our Jimin has the omnipresent Pdogg. He has Slow Rabbit and ghstloop. He has Gabriel Brandes and Alex Karlsson and Max Graham and Matt Thomson. PJM1 is gonna knock our got-damned SOCKS OFF and we're all gonna be barefoot. Just like Jimin intended.

[sailoryooons]

🧡🎃 my queen. i have been sent here by the guardians of the moons to slip a drabble request of spooky-weenie love. we can keep it rated pg 13, imply relationship/smut if you desire. however i shall be here — looking for the young lad taehyung, dressed up as prince charming at a heavily intoxicated halloween party. frantically searching for his partner, oc!cinderella, as he realizes the strap to one of her heels have broke and she is walking around barefoot without her shoes on (typical cinderella amirite?) and as the goodest of boyfies — he is just trying to take care of his girl. oh, and he discovers — after searching throughout the entire complex — that she has accidentally gone overboard after her last intense and competitive game of beer pong and oc has found solace in a bush outside the house 😂😅🥹 to where her tiara sits crooked on top of her drunken head and her prince charming comes to assist her with whatever else has gone wrong 🤪🧡

❀ Pairing: Taehyung x f. reader

❀ Summary: Taehyung loves being your prince charming, even if it means trying to find where you’ve wandered off to in the middle of a Halloween party without your shoes. 

❀ Word Count: 1,657

❀ Genre: Established relationship, Fluff, Drunken Silliness

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

❀ Warnings: Taehyung is a simp!!! Recreational drinking, reader is absolutely tanked but in a funny way, Taehyung is drunk but not as drunk, general descriptions of being drunk, one very sweet kiss, talks about toes djgdogidjgid, one sexual thought slipping through Taehyung’s brain

❀ Published: October 10, 2023

❀ A/N: THIS IS FOR MY QUEEN MAGGIE!!! MY BEAUTIFUL, WONDERFUL SAILOR MAGGIE! Everyone is just going to have to accept the bit about the toes and the running around barefoot in this because listen - we had a vision and I stuck with it and!!! Taehyung just loves her even if she’s ten-toe hogging it around a party with no zappatos on!! This was so fun and sweet to write and my god I need to write Taehyung more because I’m so down bad  for him rgoidjgodijgdoigj. THIS IS ONLY GRAMMARLY EDITED SFODIGJ PLEASE FORGIVE ME EVERYONE. 

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment, or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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When Taehyung sees the silver pair of heels kicked off outside of Jimin’s bathroom, he knows it’s over for you. He still can’t help but smile, bending down to scoop them up by the straps, dangling off of his fingers. 

Jimin’s house is full of creatures and goblins and ghouls and in Taehyung’s case, a prince. The itchy fabric of the Prince Charming costume is nearly insufferably where it rubs at his neck, the overcoat sweltering in the heated atmosphere of the Halloween party. 

Music thumps as Taehyung navigates out of the hall, swiveling his head as he goes. Fifteen minutes ago you had announced rather loudly - and with a wicked lean that nearly knocked over the beer pong table you’d been championing - that had to relieve yourself. Taehyung watched with a buzzed grin as you picked your way toward the hall, lifting the skirts of your Cinderella dress to avoid anyone tramping on it. 

Now, there’s no Cinderella dress in sight. 

Taehyung pops into the kitchen, hoping to find you drinking water. Only Yoongi hides in the kitchen, ripping off the cat ears Hoseok has stuck on his head. Taehyung spots the fridge and realizes that you might want water when he finds you. He needs water to find you, the room spinning a little and his mouth still awash with the aftertaste of the witches' brew Seokjin had plied him with. 

“Have you seen Cinderella anywhere?” Taehyung asks Yoongi.

Yoongi scowls as he wets his hands under the faucet and starts wiping at the cat nose on his face. 

“I think she went out in the backyard. Something about a pumpkin at midnight.” Taehyung snickers and shakes his head. “She was also missing shoes. And said something about pong champ.”

Taehyung holds up the items in question. “I think she might have crushed it a little too much at the pong table. She's running around barefoot”

“Well, it is Halloween. Maybe she’s in touch with the Hallow’s Eve or whatever Or your princess turned into a werewolf and is currently howling like a fiend.”

“Uh-huh. Good luck with your cat nose.”

“Good luck with your princess. Or werewolf.”  

Little does Yoongi know, Taehyung is always lucky with you. From the day that he bumped into you in a coffee shop, to the first date you went on, to years later, sharing an apartment above the coffee shop you love so dearly, Taehyung has been lucky every day. 

He grins thinking about it, opening up the back door and heading into the year. It’s a crispy night, cool air brushing against the sweat gathered at the back of his neck. He pauses for a moment to shrug out of the itchy, cornflower blue overcoat of his Prince Charming costume to reveal a white tee. 

Tying the coat around his waist, Taehyung surveys the yard. There’s no one outside that he can see, but the porch lights reflect all the way to the fence. Jogging down the steps, he glances up at the sky. It’s the perfect night, a thousand stars mapped across the world in perfect silence. 

It makes sense that you would come out here, he thinks. You love to look at the stars, but most of all, Taehyung knows you’d like to lie down somewhere and look at the skies after having something to drink. Knowing you, you’d have come out for fresh air after realizing how drunk you were in the bathroom, only to get distracted by the sky.

He loves that about you, though. Loves that he can somehow piece together the way your mind works, loves that the natural course of trajectory for you was through the kitchen and out into the yard with a flippant comment about a pumpkin. 

“Jagiya?” Taeyhung calls out, warm breath fogging in front of him.

“Pa-riiiiince!” 

Taehyung turns around to look at the garden. He raises his brows when he sees your legs sticking out from the mulch. He presses his hand to his mouth, trying to conceal his laughter and shock that you are crushing Jimin’s marigolds. 

He jogs over to you, finding you on your back with your hands tucked behind your head. You don’t seem to mind that you’re splat in the middle of flowers and dirt, your misty eyes fixated up on the sky with your mouth open in a dizzy smile. 

You look radiant. Bathed in moonlight, eyes wide and lost in the sky. Even if your crown is a little crooked and your dress is a little stained, Taehyung feels his heart rate speed up. You may be dressed as a princess for the night, but you look like a goddess. Ethereal. 

Taehyung feels a little dizzy. You reach for him and he complies, unable to say no to you as he sits and feels the marigolds crush under his ass. Your hands are warm and soft in his as you sigh in delight, thrilled to see him. 

“The stars are so wonderful,” you breathe. You turn your head. He notices the yellow petals stuck in your hair. Your face changes from wonder to something else. Adoration, he thinks. Taehyung’s stomach flips as you squeeze his hand. “Almost as beautiful as my Prince Charming.”

“My Cinderella is beautiful too.” He holds your shoes up. “Even if she is running around ten-toeing it, barefoot in the middle of the night.” 

You squeal, making grabby hands at the shoes. He lets you have them, laughing as you grab them and hold them to your chest, closing your eyes. Your head lulls to the side and he can see the sleepiness pulling at your edges. 

“You’re sloshed, huh?”

“Like a coke slushie from the movie, Your Princely-Highness-Lord.” 

He can’t fight his grin. “Have you had any water?”

“Champions don’t drink water.” He holds out the bottle of water to you anyway. You reach for it but miss several times before your greedy little fingers get a hold of it. As he lets it go, you loose  your grip and it hits you square in the face. “Motherfucker, the water is attacking the champion!”

Time to get you home.

“It’s after midnight, Princess Champion. We gotta hitch a ride on the pumpkin.”

“Get the cat to drive,” you mutter, not opening your eyes. “He was trying to wipe his nose off in the kitchen.”

Picking himself off the ground, Taehyung manages to get you up and dusted off. You sway in front of him, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. He can see the desire boiling there, and though it makes the blood rush to his groin, he ignores it, knowing you both need bed. 

Kneeling down, Taehyung slips your shoes back on. He’s careful, lifting your feet by the ankle to delicately slide the straps up. You’re nearly asleep as he works, eyes fluttering as his touch skims along your cooling skin. It’s only then he realizes that your shoe is broken and that leaving it on your foot and having you walk is dangerous. 

Sighing, he takes them back off, intent to carry you to the Uber and up to your apartment. His fingers make you wake up a little, swinging your head down as you say, “Hey weirdo. I have a boyfriend - a prince, to be exact - and he wouldn’t appreciate you touching my toes. Those are his.”

Taehyung laughs and stands up. He looks down his nose at you. You have to tilt your head back to see him, breath coming out in sweet little puffs that smell like juice. “Oh,” you say as Taehyung lowers his mouth, nose brushing yours. “You’re my boyfriend. These are your toes.” 

“They are,” he agrees. He steals a sweet kiss from you. Your mouth is warm against his, lips softer than ever. A shiver ripples through him as you melt into his touch, content to put your weight on him and let him hold you up. He always will. “Let’s get those toes home and in a pair of Sailor Moon socks, hmm?”

“Yeeeees.” 

The Uber home is quiet. You immediately lean into Taehyung, smashing him against the door as you knock out. He smiles all the same, wrapping a warm arm around you. He kisses your head before leaning his forehead against the window, feeling the cool glass bring him all the way back to sober. 

Lights blur by outside. Orange and purples of Halloween, smears of costumes, and partygoers coming and going from their haunts for the evening. Once you’re at your apartment, he rouses you and lifts you up, carrying you up the stairs as you go. Your crown only falls off your head once, which he dutifully sets you on the ground to collect so you don’t loose - in your words - the honor of your kingdom. 

You sprint the rest of the way to your apartment then, tearing through the halls in your bear feet until you’re inside and on the bed panting, completely in disarray. 

Two glasses of water, pajamas, and Sailor Moon socks later, you’re crashed in the bed, snoring lightly. Taehyung grins at your form, opening the drawer of the dresser where he stores his pajamas. Seeing you in your shared bed in his shirt, hand reaching out looking for him is the perfect end to this night. 

Sliding into a t-shirt and sleep pants, he moves to close the drawer before he hesitates. At the bottom of the drawer is a black, velvet box. It’s perfectly square, and Taehyung smiles when he sees it, thinking about the way your eyes were starry and lost as you looked at the sky. He pulls a shirt over it - it only needs to be hidden for a few more days. 

Shutting the drawer he turns to look at you. His sleeping beauty, now. 

Biting his bottom lip, Taehyung laughs. It’s after midnight, but your spell on him isn’t broken. It never will be. And he cannot wait to slide the ring on your finger instead of sliding slippers on your feet.

[not-goldy]

Jungkook: Lets himself in. Grabs pans and starts cooking. Walking around in his PJ's barefoot. So, do you come here often? Jimin: This is my house.

Jungkook: So, do you come here often? Jimin: This is my hotel room. Taehyung: Jk is the owner. Jimin: No but this is my room. Jungkook: You mean OUR room.

At this point you two should just build a house together and move in together, cause why not.

I volunteer as house help in that household

[levanterhaze]

✧ SWEET NOTHING WITH JIMIN ✧

→ jimin x reader

→ word count: 506

→ summary: a little drabble about love and its meaning with jimin

→ warnings: just fluff actually

You never acknowledged love until you found it.

Growing up seeing love as an understatement for so many broken things seemed to have assembled a paradoxical reality in your mind. Love didn't seem to be something feasible, existing. The feeling so coveted and sought after seemed to be attainable to find. But he came to you.

With sandy hair, and plump, crimson lips. Sweet as a youth remembrance and warm as a hot day in the height of summer. Soft as feathers and mild touches on cheeks and sheepish kisses on lips. Stolen kisses and tight hugs at dawn. It's fervent like devotion and the gasp of lips and mouths clashing and skin on skin.

You never thought it could be love. But it was in its purest, most ravishing form.

It was love for the way Jimin had kept a viridescent stone in his pocket since your last trip to Jeju. And how he placed it on his bedside like a talisman and how it reminded him of the mellow breeze and the icy wind and the sizzling sun and the precious times you spent together.

There were also the chilliness dawns and the foolish hands and the muffled laughter and the lips pressed to the skin and the tangled feet and the dizzying sensation that it was all a lucid dream. The hands clasped and the sweet nothings in your ear and the pledges and the "I love you’s".

And there were nights when the longing scraped your chest and you silently cried on nights he wasn't with you. It was the lack of touch and the craving to have him close and want more, always more.

It was the adorable sight in your tired eyes of Jimin's scrunched-up face against the pillow and smooth, scented skin. The touch in his hair and the feather-light kisses on his shoulders and the timid grin and the racing heart without believing he was yours.

Love was Jimin humming a love song around the house, walking barefoot to the kitchen. It was the pizza and thai orders on lazy nights and the romantic movies and hands squeezed and the laughs he had when you cried with happy endings and ended up making love on the couch because that was your happy ending too.

Jimin knew he couldn't offer you much because he was too busy and everything took time and energy. And you didn't care. He was worth it. He loved you. Your eyes and your quirks and the way you wrinkle your nose when you're too focused on something or how you love dessert more than everything and how you giggle at anything he's capable of doing because you're too in love to distinguish anything.

So when he first saw you and the world collided in a million constellations, the colors seemed flamboyant and the heartfelt stronger. When you glanced at him across the room full of empty people, his bronze eyes and his blond hair as gray as the sand that meets the sea, you felt your heartbeat haphazardly.

And somehow, you knew, he had found it too.

[jmdbjk]

Yo

Psst. It’s me:

Name: Yo mama. Not really. But if I told you, I’d have to kill you. Just kidding. You can call me jmdbjk. Or Ferg. Ferg works too.  

Sign: Aquarius. (sings very off-key: ...it’s the dawning of the age of Aquarius..) Not now though. We are way past the dawn of that age. That was actually back in 1970 or whatever year that song came out ... 1969... so now we may be getting to the late afternoon of Aquarius. Or maybe we’re already in next week of Aquarius...who knows. BUT!! the opening lyric IS: “When the MOON is in the Seventh House” ...so there’s that. 

Time: 6:54 p.m. when I began typing this. Let’s see how long it takes for me to finish. I can be long-winded...

Birfday: February 13. Yes, I share the magic number. 

Favorite band/artist: Duh... but before BTS it was a very eclectic mix. Seventies, 80′s, disco, rock, classic rock, alt rock, country, pop, dance, you name it, I have it. From Aerosmith and Alan Jackson to Yes and ZZ Top. 

Last movie: hmmm... hmmm.   (thinks) ... (looks at my netflix saved list, nothing there)... hmm.. (looks at my Apple tv saved list)... OHH!! it was ISLE OF DOGS!!! damn, that was 3 or 4 years ago. An animated movie set in Japan, follows a boy's odyssey in search of his lost dog. It was pretty good in an artsy fartsy, quirky way. I don’t watch movies often. Obviously once every 4 years or longer. 

Last show: Run BTS Telepathy Pt. 1. Before that it was the episode of Our Blues with Jimin’s song With You. I don’t watch television either. Ever. Except that one episode of Our Blues. 

When you created this blog: I think I created it in August of 2021 so it’s been a year. My first post was Oct. 15, 2021. 

What you post: The pandemonium in my head. Whatever is on my mind. I write as a way to get rid of the excess that’s constantly swirling in my brain. And since last summer, my brain has been obsessed with BTS and Jimin, Jungkook and everything surrounding them. Actually, on the outside, I am very calm. But I love words and I like to write and I have a lot to say to no one in particular. HOWEVER! I am also a very very good listener. 

Other blogs: Long forgotten but also served a similar purpose as an outlet for me to express whatever was going on at the time.

Followers: 479. How on earth? Thank you for visiting my little space I created here! I do appreciate you all. Except you...YOU! you Kookie hater, go away. It’s ok, I blocked you so there, I did you a favor. 

Do you get asks: Yes, some of them are actually asks. 

Average hours of sleep: 6. Can function on 5 hours until late afternoon then its downhill from there. My  eyeballs prefer 8 hours but for some reason the rest of my body/brain says nope, too bad.  

Instruments: of creativity. I use instruments of creativity...pencil, brush, filters, words, fonts, colors, all digital of course.

What I’m wearing: oh, dang, I should have changed clothes before sitting down. I am wearing what I wore to work, a pair of skinny black pants and a dark teal t-shirt. With the appropriate undergarments. Barefooted because I kicked off my black leather platform sandals across the room. 

Dream job: Well, actually, I already worked at a few of my dream jobs... retail advertising was my first job out of college so I was exposed to a lot of upscale fashion and whatnot. It was a mixture of fashion illustration and photography. That was a fun job. Then I worked in creative services at a television station where I produced tv commercials. That was fun too. I won awards at that job. I have also worked for another tv production company and traveled a lot. The traveling was fun. Another dream job was working at the biggest ad agency in my city. It turned out to not be quite as fun as I thought it would. It was a good experience (that’s what we say when we are finally free from toxic workplaces but trying to remain positive). Now I am a graphic designer/art director/digital communications manager/video producing jackoff of all trades at a very large non-profit. 

Dream trip: Seoul. Period. I have traveled a lot. When I was young we lived in Canada, Australia, Singapore. I’ve been to 21 states including Hawaii. Multiple times. I’ve visited Japan and the Bahamas. Lived many years in Texas but now Louisiana is my home.

Favorite song: currently its Daydream by J-Hope. But my playlist for fitness walking is: Outro: Ego, Outro: Wings, Trivia: Just Dance, Daydream, Boy With Luv (feat. Halsey), Run BTS (the song), Dope, Boyz with Fun, Dynamite (queen), War of Hormone (don’t judge me). The beats are very crucial to keep up a fast pace. My “just listening for fun” playlist includes Mic Drop (Steve Aoki remix), My Universe (SUGA’s remix only), Airplane Pt. 2, IDOL, Serendipity, Euphoria, Trivia: Seesaw, Magic Shop, Love Maze, Make It Right, HOME, Mikrokosmos, Cypher 4, Baepsae, Daechwita, Base Line, Bad Decisions, Left and Right and others. 

Sidenote: I saw on twitter where Sungwoon will be going to do his military service on Sept. 5 and I almost started crying at work. He was crying on his V Live and I had to turn it off. I don’t even know what he was saying. So when it is the BTS members time to go I am going to be a hot mess. 

Thanks @onthecuterside for the tag! Now it’s your turn if you haven’t already been tagged: @shellbells-things, @wingzie, @ejassy​

It is now 8:23 p.m.  

And here is a present for everyone...a phone wallpaper I quickly made today because I only had four things going on at once so I had a few minutes to spare and because I needed to see these two every time I picked up my phone to look at my Tumblr notices:

[justanotherstarlightmonger]

No one else for me- PJM

Pairing: YANDERE! Park Jimin x fem reader.

Word count: (I'll be adding my Word counts from now on) 4.7k words.

A/N: I was writing something for Helsinki and suddenly this stupid little idea hit me like a ton of bricks. What if MC had managed to escape her yandere, but quickly found there was no one waiting for her outside. How'd she go back to him? Because isn't the feeling of being loved and belonging somewhere strong enough to override the sense of independence in the best of us? I'd love to know what you think about the matter.

Warnings: (Buckle your seatbelts) NSFW, smut, yandere, obsessive behavior, MC is definitely sick mentally, so is Jimin, marking, use of sex toys, degradation, oral M receiving, orgasm denial, crying during sex, toxic relationship, rough sex, creampie + unprotected sex, breeding kink (unexplored).

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Shout out: My wonderful @bebejungkook for reading this through when I was half asleep and probably didn't even remember what I'd written. What would I do without you?

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You couldn't believe you were back here again. The driveway you had run down barefoot, stubbing your toes and cutting your feet, stretched in your vision now, at the end of which the pretty little house sat, it's lights twinkling. Warm and inviting.

Safe.

You had always been safe with Jimin.

So why had you taken the risk and brought down the entire wrath of Hell upon yourself and run away from him?

Run back to what?

Your sister Lisa? Who had inherited whatever funds your parents had saved for both of you and gone to Europe, all in the span of the three months Jimin had kept you here?

Your best friend Tannie? Who you had called the second you had succeeded in borrowing a phone from an older man at the bus station, and she had slammed the phone in your face, claiming it was a sick prank call and that you were dead, she was sure of it?

Or did you perhaps run away to find Kai again? The man who had wooed you once, with empty promises and massive claims. Claims of love and devotion. Whose lingering kisses were what you had felt every time Jimin had pecked your lips. Whose fleeting hands were the memory that had kept you sane when Jimin's hands had roamed over the same places.

Only that, Kai was engaged now.

To a woman you had never seen, never heard of, never wanted to know.

The two nights you had slept on some park bench or the other had gifted you many things. Back pain, beautiful black circles under your eyes, with bags and swelling to match, and a devastating ache to just be held in those strong arms again. To be claimed by those fierce lips that never hesitated to mark you as his every time he felt you needed reminding. To the safety of the four walls of Park Jimin's house.

Because the world had forgotten and forgone you.

Nobody cared about you. Especially not the people you had risked your life for. Hell, even the little kids that had walked past you this morning on their way to school, had offered to treat you to some ramen, which was much more that your best friend "forever" had bothered to do.

And so, the gatekeeper's wide eyes didn't faze you as you stood in front of him. "Is Jimin home?"

He merely nodded. You weren't asking for much more.

"I'll find my way to him myself, thanks." You mumbled, entering the property, a fool's hope for forgiveness in your heart.

4 knocks in quick succession.

Silence from the inside.

You heard the intercom beep from the kitchen.

The gatekeeper was probably telling him about the sick excuse of a human the cat seemed to have dragged in.

A shuffle of footsteps.

The door opened.

There he was.

Jimin.

But he looked different too.

His arms were folded across his chest. His eyes were cold and indifferent.

Or maybe they'd always been this way?

No they hadn't. Not to you. Never to you. He loved you...

Right?

"Jimin..." You half whispered, the tears swiftly rising to your eyes.

There it was. The crack in his ice.

When his hands reached for you, for the first time ever you reached back. When he pulled you inside and slammed the door behind you, you didn't wince. When his lips slammed down on yours, you kissed him back with the same fervor, shaking in his arms, refusing to believe you were back here.

Your tears wet his cheeks, causing him to growl and pull back. He cupped your cheek, a hair too harsh maybe, but as possessive as ever. "Where did you go off to, my sweet girl?" A murmured question.

"Jimin, I- I..." There were no words to justify your betrayal, the way you had hurt him, and you knew it.

But to him, your lack of words only confirmed that you hadn't betrayed him on your own accord. You would never leave him like that. You were his sweet girl, his little pet, his ray of sunshine.

His angel.

He'd burn the whole world that had wrecked you to the woman that stood in front of him. After he had spent so much effort to make you the prettiest doll he had ever had, seeing you this battered sent his entire body burning in the hottest flames of anger.

The tears never ceased. The sobs refused to quieten.

You hugged yourself, even more scared now that Jimin wasn't saying a word, now that his hands had dropped to his side.

Your back hit the wall, and you slid down it, body shaking, and lungs screaming for air.

"They've all forgotten me. They don't love me. They don't love me..." You repeated to yourself, more to drill it into your own head rather than his.

You looked up at him, with glistening eyes, "No one loves me."

He knelt down to your level, easily taking your hands in his own, a sick satisfaction settling into his gut at your words, and the ease with which he was able to touch you just now.

"Don't say that pet." He wiped your tears.

"It's true." A shudder ran through you.

His hand roamed lower, now resting against your neck. "I do. I love you. I've been telling you for so long haven't I?"

"You still do?"

Your innocent, soft question had his dick twitching in his pants. It was a question that surrounded all your insecurities at that moment, and he was well aware of it.

"Do I still love you, after you hurt me like that? Tell me y/n, do you deserve to be loved after stabbing my back like that?"

It was a rhetorical question.

Of course you didn't.

Of course he hated you now.

Of course you had lost the last seclude you had.

You shook your head no. You understood what was happening.

Park Jimin wouldn't take you back.

You were actually, utterly alone in this world now.

You bowed your head and took a step towards the door.

Jimin's vice grip closed around your forearm in a flash and the next thing you knew, you were being slammed against the wall, his hand at your throat, his face just a breath away from yours.

"No you don't. But you know what? I'm a stupid idiot. I'm such an idiot that I still want you. Even though I spent the last two nights crying at your betrayal, and even though I haven't had a bite to eat because you weren't at the table with me, I still want you." He growled, his chokehold on your airway tightening deliciously, possessively.

Your heart tore at his words. You felt even worse, knowing that you had caused him that much suffering. When all he had ever done for you was keep you safe, loved and tended to.

Of course Jimin was lying through his teeth. He knew you'd come back to him. He had made sure of it. But you didn't need to know that.

"I'm so sorry Jimin."

"Sorry won't cut it doll. Do you want me?" He asked, matter of factly.

" Yes" you whispered, " I want you, if you'll still have me"

The erection in his pants was straining against the fabric by now. His sickest fantasy was being fulfilled just like that. He had finally broken you. You had finally, willingly admitted that you wanted him, and more than that you had asked if he'd still have you.

Did you really have no idea what you did to him?

He let go of your neck, and pulled back.

So he didn't want you?

Your breath left you. This was the proper end wasn't it?

And then his hands were on your waist, and you were held against his chest, your lips claimed, your breath stolen and the soul breathed back into your limp body.

Wordlessly, Jimin pulled you towards the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

"Strip." His command was short and authoritative.

And you were only willing to comply.

You pushed your shirt off, making quick work of the trousers you were wearing, leaving you effectively half naked under his gaze in the span of half a minute.

"My good girl, come here." He beckoned.

He slipped the straps of the bra off your shoulders littering little kisses over the slowly fading marks he had left on your soft skin the last time he had taken you.

And then he pulled it harshly, the clasp in the back breaking and the piece of clothing falling to your feet. You gasped.

"On the bed."

And on the bed you were.

"You're being so good aren't you love..." He said absent mindedly, drinking in the image of you leaning on your arms, waiting for him.

You nodded meekly, the only thing occupying your mind being the thought that you had to please him.

Jimin made his way to one of the drawers in his dressers. Your heart thudded, knowing what was coming.

Soon enough, you saw the little devilish device in his hands.

It was one of the more intricate sex toys Jimin owned. The curved C shaped silicone device had two heads, one that would go inside you, and the other one that would rest on your clit.

He had used it just once before on you, and you had thrashed and begged him to stop. He had been trying to get you to break that night. But today, here you were, already broken and eager for him.

"Will you let me take care of you then?" He asked. "Will you let me see just how sorry you are?"

"I'm so sorry." You repeated, your hands outstretched to him.

He bent over you, kissing your forehead as his palm cupped your sex. "Show me how much." He whispered against you.

You bucked your hips against his hand and he hummed appreciatively.

"Take off your panties."

And so they came off. There was not a resistive bone in your body right now. What Jimin wanted, Jimin would get.

"Spread your legs for me."

He gently prodded your clitoris, the shock of his movement rushing through you exhilaratingly.

"Ohh" you gasped.

That was all the consent Jimin needed to begin the abuse his fingers were capable of, to your pussy.

In almost no time, you were soaking his fingers in your juices, your lips pressed against each other and chest heaving.

When he was content with how wet you were, he withdrew his hand, just for a second before landing a sharp smack straight on your sensitive, swollen lower lips.

A cry tore out of your chest.

"Such a bad girl, running away from Daddy like that."

"I'm sorry."

Another slap that had your arching your back. "How sorry?"

"So, so sorry Daddy. It was a stupid thing to do."

He hummed in agreement. "Yes it was doll. Why did you do it?" His hands weren't just good at delivering slaps, they were also giving such heavenly soothing touches to ease the torture he was putting you through.

"I thought I had someone to go back to." Your tone was void of emotion, causing Jimin to almost swell in happiness.

"And was there?" A finger eased into you.

"No." You whimpered.

"It seems like my princess's adventure taught her many things. But haven't I been telling you the same things all along? Shouldn't you have listened to me?"

You whined, the unsatisfying stretch of a single finger buried inside you, making it hard to focus on his words. You nodded.

"Did you see that piece of shit you said you loved?" Suddenly he sounded cold and distant. He took his finger out of you and pulled you to sit up and look into his eyes. "Did you see how easily he decided to marry someone that was not you?"

A fresh stream of hot tears made it's way down your cheeks.

"How could he settle for a cunt that wasn't yours. How could he miss out in this sweet pussy and marry someone else if he loved you?"

You had nothing to say to that. You only listened to his mocking, dying inside.

" I bet his bitch isn't even half as good as you. I bet he'll wish he took you at the chance he had...but it's too late. You don't love him anymore, do you angel?" He cooed.

You shook your head. But then what were these tears?

" DON'T cry for another man in front of me you little slutty bitch!" Jimin yelled, pinching your clit so hard, you flinched and curled in on yourself, whining like a hurt dog.

" My baby, my baby... My precious, precious girl." And just like that, Jimin was pressing kisses against your lips and mumbling sweet words into your mouth, graciously granting you two soothing fingers into your aching hole.

" Jimin" you whispered against him. He pulled away, cocking his brow. " Please fuck me." You requested, your cheeks blazing hot.

" No baby. You need to be punished." He said decisively, " Come on, get on your knees." He scooted to the edge of the bed, ignoring you till you had followed what he said, busy undoing his belt buckle.

But then he remembered something. "Wait...come stand in front of me, let me look at you."

You stood up, and stood awkwardly in front of his keen eyes, that were focused on the wetness against your thighs.

"You'll let me use my little toy on you today right?" He asked, though it wasn't even a question, both of you knew it, because his thumb was already parting your wet folds and his other hand held the contraption close to your opening.

The overload of all the emotions and sensations had you trembling, but Jimin thought you were scared. "It won't hurt sweety, just part your legs a little and trust me."

Soon enough, the little bulb was sitting inside your pussy, your walls sucking in the cool silicone.

The sensation was a little triggering, but you bit your tongue and waited for Jimin to adjust the second part to his liking.

"Such a good girl for me." He praised, kissing across your pubic bone. You felt yourself relax. He wasn't all that mad was he?

But as soon as the little head sat right on your bundle of nerves, there was a shift in the air.

"Okay, back on your knees." He commanded, pulling out his erection and pumping himself a couple of times.

You didn't like giving head. You hadn't been especially fond of the idea ever, but in the early days of your captivity, Jimin had made you suck him countless times, so the act was especially traumatic.

But for now, all trauma was chucked out the window. The only man in the world who actually cared for you, needed your mouth. And so he'd have it.

You opened up, slipping his dick inside your mouth.

Jimin gasped in satisfaction at the willingness and the warm, wet, welcome feeling.

Soon enough you had found a rythm, bobbing up and down his entire length, your tongue caressing all the angry veins along it, as if you were trying to soothe the anger you knew he held inside him.

You had almost forgotten the device that sat inside you, but Jimin wouldn't let you forget. He had the remote right in his hand, and as soon as you closed your eyes and hummed around his dick, he turned it on to it's lowest setting.

Even though the vibrations weren't strong, the shock of the unexpected movement had you letting out a muffled squeal against his cock.

"You're not gonna take your pretty mouth off me. If you do, I'm not gonna fuck you. You don't want that,do you?" His tone was sickly sweet.

You shook your head vehemently. You didn't want that at all.

And so, you forced you wits to gather, and breathed through your nose and continued sucking his dick, until his hand came and cupped your cheek, then landed a little slap against the bulge of his cock against your cheek.

" My eager little slut aren't you?"

You hummed in agreement.

He laughed. "You look so pretty like this baby. My dick stuffed in your mouth and your eyes all big and pretty like that"

A spike in the vibrations to your core, and you clenched around the toy, aware of the wetness dripping down your thighs.

" Are you wet?"

You nodded, holding his eyes as you stopped your movements for a second to look at his blown out pupils. His eyes looked fucked out yet his face was firm and stoic. Ever the dominant.

"Will you feel yourself and let me see how wet?"

Without hesitation, you led your fingers straight to your gushing core, and gathered some arousal on them. You held up your gleaming fingers for him to see, kitten licking his tip softly as you examined his reaction.

Jimin wordlessly took your hand, licking your fingers clean and humming in satisfaction. The hand he had in your hair, gathering it away from your face, now came lower and rested on your shoulder. "Keep going" he whispered and shut his eyes, leaning his head back.

You added both your hands to the equation, pumping him and making a sloppy mess with your mouth as deep, pleased breaths left his parted lips.

He looked heavenly. Raven hair ruffled by the hands he'd run in it, eyes closed and lips parted slightly and you thought just how good he must feel if the rock hard member in your mouth was anything to go by.

But one thing did bother you. The weak vibrations that were doing nothing for you except make you a leaking mess.

You called for him, the words muffled with the way your mouth was occupied.

His hands cupped your chin, looking straight at you and easing you off his dick. "What do you wanna say so bad little pet?"

"I- need to feel you. I need something..."

"My little fucktoy needs something to fill her holes?"

You nodded, cheeks blazing red at the names he called you, but also at the admission you gave him.

"Aww baby. So needy. But this is about me. This is you making up for making me sad." He said, the evil glint in his eyes lost to your misery.

Exactly then, Jimin increased the level of the vibrator a couple notches. You jumped, a new gush of arousal leaking out of you, a soft scream of surprise to match your wide, big eyes.

Jimin laughed.

"Make me feel good, and I'll fuck you so good you'll forget how to breathe. I promise."

If there was one thing about him that was permanent, it was the fact that he kept his promises. Stomach doing back flips at the promised pleasure, you cupped your breasts and brought them closer to his twitching dick. He watched in anticipation, as you placed it between your breasts, cupping them together and began sliding them up and down his length.

"Oh God..." Jimin leaned back again.

You let him fuck your tits like that for long enough that you felt your arms starting to tingle. Jimin was uncharacteristically quiet too. A chill ran up your spine. Were you doing something wrong?

"Jimin...?" You called.

"Yes love?" He raised his head, his face quite the opposite of what it had been earlier. His eyes were soft and his little smile was warm.

"Can I kiss you?" You ventured.

A confused little frown formed on his forehead. He still couldn't believe you were being this good.

But in reality, you really wanted his lips on yours again. Suddenly, it felt like his kisses were a drug and you wanted to envelope yourself in it. He'd make you feel okay.

You'd be okay with him.

You'd be loved with him.

And so you had to kiss him. You had to.

He leaned forward, tantalizingly close to you. You wasted not a second longer, raising a shaking hand to dive into his hair and pulled him lower, capturing his lips in a grateful sigh.

Soon, he had taken control of the kiss, but also of the little remote, his wild fingers twisting it all the way.

You gasped, unable to understand the strange tightness in your gut suddenly and unable to pull away from him. Struggling a little you finally pushed his chest and whimpered, "It's too much. I-- can't...ohhhh fuck" you gasped, painfully aware of the double stimulation the device gave you.

Jimin didn't respond. He knew you'd take it. You had to take it. You were his little pet, you'd do anything he wants.

And right now he wanted to make you cry again.

The familiar but unwelcome tingling crept up your spine as you curled into yourself, the strange pleasure coarsing through you, aware of the orgasm that was rushing to you like a freight train.

"Jimin, I'm gonna cum" you breathed, holding yourself, his pleasure forgotten.

No you weren't. He'd edge you till you sobbed.

And as soon as your thighs clenched and your eyes rolled back in pleasure, he turned the vibrator off.

A wave of disappointment racked your body as you shook with the force of the release that never came.

"No!" You cried out.

"Did I fucking tell you you could cum?" He asked, his tone deadly.

Shit. You fucked up.

"I-im-" you gasped.

"Yeah, yeah you're fucking sorry, get on the bed" he rolled his eyes.

Eager to comply, you scrambled up.

Jimin lifted you and placed a pillow under your hips, thrusting your pussy upwards towards him.

His fingers carded through the soaking lips.

"This pussy...is mine. Okay?" He looked at you sharply.

You nodded.

And then the device was back on, straight to the highest setting eliciting a scream of oversensitivity from you.

You clenched around it, the contraction pulling the device in slightly.

The high you had just recently lost came almost rushing back.

"Oh my fucking Godddddd!" You screamed.

" That's right, let me hear you scream." Jimin sounded pleased.

You bucked your hips upwards, craving some friction to the overwhelming pleasure you were drowning in.

"Jimin, Jimin…Jimin please" you gasped as the coil in your stomach twisted and almost came undone.

Almost.

Because the device was switched off at that moment.

"No, please!" Tears leaked past your lashes.

"I thought I just said this was my pussy. And nothing will make you cum if it's not me." He sounded wounded, as you looked up at him through your blurry vision.

"You won't fuck me though" you ran an exasperated hand in your hair, "I want to cum, please Jimin please just fuck me. Please let me cum."

Oh he was having the time of his life!

"Oh baby" he cooed. "All you had to do was ask" Before he unceremoniously ripped your legs apart and yanked the device out, making you whine and shiver in sensitivity at the loss.

He lined himself up to your opening.

"You're mine okay? Anytime you wanna be filled with cock, you come to me. Got it?"

You nodded, not trusting your voice.

And then he was inside you. His thick cock ripping you open and remoulding you again behind it. The stretch that had felt foreign and forced all this time felt like Heaven. Your mouth dropped open as the deepest moan left your chest.

"Fuuuuuck!" You groaned.

He seemed to not be in the mood to set any pace. Instead, he just rammed into you at speeds that made the fucking vibrator look like child's play.

Your swollen clit screamed for attention but you were so focused on simply breathing through the whole thing that there wasn't much you could do.

His thrusts were pushing you up on the bed, and for that, he grabbed onto your hips, his fingers harsh, his force bruising.

"Look at you, bouncing on my dick like the brainless little whore you are!" He grunted, his nails clawing down your thighs.

You arched your back, every sensation amplified.

Moans of his name fell from your lips like some sick prayer and twinkled in his eyes. He was loving this so much.

" I'm close…so close" you grunted and immediately he slowed down a little.

"No Jimin, please!" You cried

"Patience little doll, we have a lesson to teach you." He drawled.

You looked at him, tears brimming past your eyes, expectant and aching.

" You're not stepping out of this house again unless you're on my arm." He said.

You nodded, immediately. You weren't planning on it.

"You're never thinking about leaving me like this again." He rocked his hips against your sensitive walls. You whimpered.

" No, I won't." You agreed

"What a princess." His pace increased a little.

"Whose princess are you?" He asked.

"Yours." You said lowly.

"What's that?" He rammed into you forcefully, grabbing at your ass.

"Oh God!! Yours!" You said much louder.

"Who makes you feel so good?" His hips were almost fluid in their assault.

"You do!" Tears fell onto your cheeks. It was true, you felt so good.

His thumb came upon your clit, playing with it lazily, as if he wasn't ruining your pussy at the same time.

"Let's repeat that lesson huh? Whose princess are you?" He punctuated each line with a blow to your cervix it felt like, sending forth a gush of your juices with a squelch. It was straight up filthy.

"Yours!" You replied, your orgasm finally across the corner again.

"That's right!" He bent over you, hitting a whole new angle, making your shut your eyes and arch your back, your tits rubbing against his chest. "Mine! Mineminemineminemine!" He grabbed your chin, "Say it!"

"I'm yours Jimin, I'm all yours. There's no one else for me, please please I'm yours please let me cum" you cried just as he wanted.

A bruising bite was felt just above your nipple and you knew your body was about to become his canvas again. But it had felt good.

"Cum for me." He ordered.

You nodded, a little immersed in the whispered praises he was kissing and sucking into your skin.

And then he bit your nipple, his thumb coated in your slick, vibrated furiously over your pearl and his dick rammed into all the crevices of your pussy that was made for him.

And you were cumming so hard, that you felt your breath stop, just as he had promised.

Your mouth hung open as your body thrashed and shook, clearly in the battle between life and pleasure.

Jimin's soothing hand flicked your hard nipple. "My little pain slut, all mine, all mine forever" he reassured himself before he crashed onto your mouth, invading the space like it was his property, which it was, and in a few moments, he was spilling his thick, hot load straight into your womb.

He held you against him, because he needed to feel you just as much as you needed his comfort.

"I'll take care of you baby. I love you, I always will. I'll love my little y/n, she doesn't need anyone else" he mumbled, half knocked out, into your hair.

You, who were just as exhausted if not more, nodded, still gasping at the little flutters your walls would do around his dick, still in you, holding his seed inside you.

[holdinbacksecrets]

boyfriend things // you feel like you belong 

namjoon: you’re kind of in love with his family, and the way his sister took your hand to show you your room for the weekend. his mom invited you into the kitchen: her safe space as she called it. his dad said he heard you love to paint, wondered what artists you admire. who inspires you. you nearly said, namjoon. instead, you said, thomas cole. you laughed through dinner and didn’t mind their eyes on you. eyes shining like ones you know so well. being with his family feels like home

jin: the final piece is placed, and you complete the puzzle, giggling over the picture showing a scene from Mama Mia. only jin would get you such a present. you rest your head in his lap, stretching tired limbs, yawning into the back of your hand. “thank you for such a lovely birthday” being with him was all you wanted. “of course, my puzzle connoisseur ...a secret puzzle connoisseur?” “if i was a Puzzle Connoisseur, you best believe i would wear an honorable badge. you would’ve known at our first date. i would hang a plaque too” “a badge? a plaque?! christmas this year will be wonderful. i’ll make a matching hat too”

yoongi: on mornings you wake up earlier than normal, and his schedule doesn’t begin for a good few hours, means homemade. breakfast. you’ll pull on a pair of jeans, brush your teeth, grab your bag and head out. the grocery store is nearly empty. the rising sun shines bright rays through the storefront, highlighting the cereal isle, landing prettily on stacked peaches. coming home to the aroma of brewing coffee, and a boyfriend who’s ready to help. hello kisses and a mumbled you look pretty i missed you against pink lips. “pancakes with blueberries or chocolate chips?” 

hoseok: you feel like you belong. it exists in the way he hands you the phone to talk to his sister because her saturday morning is free, and she knows you love the farmer’s market. you feel like you belong. it exists in the hand that holds yours at the kitchen table. an evening with friends, shared over dinner, and there’s something about the way he says he’s not drinking because he’s driving tonight before topping off your glass of red. you feel like you belong because he kisses your forehead every time he says goodbye. and he greets you the next day in your apartment with a made up melody and quick steps: a waltz that ends in laughter. loving doesn’t have to be hard because you belong here, with him, together 

jimin: it’s so late. you aren’t used to being up when there’s an AM beside the 3 on your home screen. it’s so late, but you don’t plan on leaving behind the blanket beneath you. you don’t plan on moving the hand away from your cheek or drawing your gaze from his and sometimes the starry sky. a light breeze fans cool air across your skin. can we live on the beach? “so this is what i’ve been missing? i should have confessed to you years ago” “did you say years?” “i’m surprised you couldn’t tell” 

taehyung: for the first time in your entire life, you spent the night in the guest room at your parents’ house. it’s secluded in the basement with a gorgeous view of the ocean. if you squint, sometimes you see sandcastles. he’s still asleep beside you, clutching the stuffed little lamb you loved as a child. you take his picture, and smile to yourself as you save it to the album filled with captured moments, perfect for days that call for reminiscing

jungkook: the housewarming party was a success. the balloons have floated to the ceiling. the playing LP has started over again. and now, you’re finally unzipping your dress to change into something more comfortable. he’s humming in the bathroom, asking where new tubes of toothpaste are and what kind of essence you want to use for the diffuser tonight. eucalyptus with citrus wins. a t shirt replaces your dress, tossed into the hamper. barefoot, stepping across bathroom tile to open the drawer beside jungkook’s waist. “one over next time, babe”

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[wwilloww]

point of no return | PJM

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Smut. Fluff. Friends to lovers. Roommates AU.

WC: 10.2k

Summary: Both Jimin and you are determined to never act on the feelings you hold for one another. Instead, you’d rather shove it down, somewhere deep, dark, and inaccessible. So what do you get when you mix a broken furnace, an old victorian home, a little bit of jealousy in the club, and a need to keep warm together? A mess.

Warnings & Tags: Cursing. Reader is really freakin cold. Jimin sleeps in the nude. Spooning. Grinding. Obscene daydreaming about your best friend.  Sex dreams. Mentions of alcohol. Dancing. Jimin is a little jealous. Masterbation. Unexpected visual. Super soft makeout. Fingering. Orgasm denial. Sex. Slight power play. Creampie.  

AN: Oof! Finally! A Jimin fic! Thank you to @thatlongspringnight for guiding me through the last 6k of this fic, all written in one day and for being the most brilliant, queen of queens level beta reader. A big thanks to @triviasapphic too, for letting me use their likeness! 

This is very loosely based on this ask beautifully submitted by the loveliest @jinpanman for the milestone request party! 

©wwilloww Do not repost, translate, or use my stories without my permission.

point of no return 

“Fuckin’ shithead mutherfuckin cunt basket,” you hiss.

Nothing would turn it on.

You tried pressing the knob. You tried twisting it until your hand rubbed raw. You tried shaking it. You tried begging in your sweetest, most saccharine tone. You even tried giving it compliments.

“Have I ever told you how sexy you look with three coats of white paint? No?”

Fifteen minutes ago the antique radiator — so old it would probably be better in a museum of old technologies than as a functioning heat mechanism — stuttered to a halt and refused to turn back on.

When you had picked the house out with your best friend, Jimin, you’d loved it for it’s Victorian era charm. But now with the December cold creeping in through the thin window and your refusal to own more than one blanket you were shivering madly, teeth clattering cold. And wildly in doubt of your house hunting skills.

With a heavy sigh and slumped shoulders, you drag your comforter off of the mattress, wrap it tightly over your shivering shoulders, and pad barefoot down the hall. Instead of knocking, you just twist the door handle, letting the door swing open before you with a long, drawn-out squeak. You wince at the sound.

A dark figure sits up from the bed, squinting at you in the darkness.

“Is that—”

“It’s me,” you whisper. If it were anyone else, that response would be useless. But after years of friendship Jimin knows every tune and nook in your voice — the way it sounds when you’re upset, or scared, or — in this case — really fucking cold. “The heater broke.”

“What?” His voice is groggy and sleep-heavy.

“The heater broke. Can I stay here tonight?”

He scrunches his nose and wipes a hand across his face.

“Yeah, sure, uh—” He shifts a bit in bed and that’s when you realize he’s not wearing anything at all. You gulp. It’s the coldest month of the year and the fucker is naked in bed, nothing more than a top sheet thrown over his body, the rest of the duvet crumpled at the foot of the bed. Even though you know he’s one to sleep in the nude (“It invigorates your skin and keeps your body temperature regulated,” he had explained to you once) seeing it, in front of you, just the thinnest piece of fabric between you and your best friend’s junk is a whole other story.

As he moves, the sheet slips down, revealing his toned stomach, only visible by the moonlight flooding through the bay windows of his bedroom.

“Give me a minute to put something on?”

“Uh huh,” you mumble, turning around quickly to give him some semblance of privacy, your blanket whooshing out behind you.

You can hear him pad over to his dresser, just three feet behind you. You swallow hard as you imagine him, totally naked, so close to you. Literally within arms reach. If you could only—

“Turn around, I’m done.”

You peek over your shoulder before turning fully, only to see Jimin, now clothed in some pretty short black boxers, climbing back into bed. Blanket trailing, you shuffle after him, climbing into the warm bed from the other side.

You pull your comforter as tightly around you as you can, but you’re still cold. As you turn to face away from your friend, you can’t help but shiver, your shoulders shaking with the chill that’s settled deep in your bones.

“Can you stop shaking?” Jimin’s sleep-adled voice grunts from behind you.

“I’m too cold,” you whine.

“Come ‘ere—”

And before you know it, he’s wrapping an arm around your waist and dragging your body backwards until it meets his. He pulls the blanket up and slides in behind you, wrapping himself around your shivering form.

“Better?” he asks while you’re still in shock from the amount of contact he’s just put the two of you in.

“Mhmm,” you squeak out, even as your body continues to shake.

“You’re a liar,” he chuckles.

“I don’t know why you bothered to ask then,” you snap back, wrapping your arms tight around yourself.

You’re not sure if he sees this or if he’s acting on his own accord. You let out a small gasp as he tugs you even closer, his arm slipping under the blanket to press against the skin of your hip. He maneuvers you backwards, your body as limp as a puppet, while you lay there in shock (and a small bit of exhilaration). He presses the back of your body flush against his front and snakes his top arm up the front of your torso until it rests in the center of your chest, gripping your opposite shoulder.

Trapped.

You’re trapped in his arms, nowhere to move, nowhere to go. Only the sound of your combined breaths, his a little more slow and sleepy than your nervous pant. Trapped only with the idea of him so close, and the strange thing fluttering in your chest that only continues to grow bigger and bigger despite all the work you’ve done to push it away. All you can think about is the way he’s pressed up against you, only your thin flannel pajama pants and his even thinner black boxers keeping the most sensitive parts of your bodies apart.

When he shifts, nustling his nose into the crook of your shoulder, you swear you can feel something long and hard press up against your ass.

And suddenly the warmth that is flooding through you has absolutely nothing to do with the shared body heat. Instead it’s coming from someplace deep down — somewhere yearning and desperate — and also from that strange fluttering thing in your chest.

All there is is white. You know somewhere far above you is an endless sea of stars, blinking down on you. But all you know is the grass beneath you and the swimming white sheets that float above and around you.

Someone’s laughing and you turn your face to see him — Jimin — beaming and reaching out towards you.

Somewhere in your mind you know it’s night time and that everything should be dark — and yet, everything around him is lit up and glows with a sourceless light.

Joy rushes through you and as you reach out towards him, he disappears and a new kind of light — warmth — appears behind you.

“I want—” you start to say, but his hand comes up to your mouth, silencing you.

“If you speak, you’ll break the dream,” he says. “Just enjoy it. Let me be here with you.”

Eyes don’t close in dreams, but you know you drift somewhere soft, the feeling of his body so close to yours and the precious rhythm of his breath tracing your neck.

All there is warmth.

Too much of it, actually.

As your eyes blink open to the dark room, the remnants of some dream, lots of white, Jimin’s smile fall away from your consciousness. You kick your leg out into the freezing air and sigh as the coolness washes the heat from your body. Relief.

The warmth that hasn’t been erased, however, is sitting heavy in your lower belly, pooling and swirling and wanting.

You do your best to ignore it, knowing it’s probably some mix of the dream and the thing that you’ve kept hidden on the edge of your consciousness for too long.

You close your eyes again, wishing for sleep to come back and pull you away from these thoughts. Just as you feel the soft edges of another dream lapping at the edges of your mind, Jimin groans behind you and comes to press up against you again, his hand snaking down over your belly.

Eyes shoot open. There. Behind you. Right between the swell of your ass. You can feel his cock pressing into you, at full hardness. You gasp at the sensation, quickly slapping your hand over your mouth so as not to wake him. Slowly, you try to scootch away from his grip, but he holds you there, his arm only tightening when you try to move away.

It’s not that you don’t want it — you do — your body is singing with electricity at the thought of his hard cock against you, between you, inside you. God, if only. However, it’s the consequences, the unspoken question, the unanswered desires (the answer to which you may just not want to know) that push you away from him.

This is your best friend. The person you’ve always been able to rely on and trust. The man you know you can turn to at any moment and know there will never be a question dangling between the two of you.

Except for now.

As he slowly circles his hips against yours, the most delightful, breathy pants falling from his lips — so soft you can barely hear them — the question looms larger than ever.

Are you in love with your best friend?

However, here, his arm wrapped so tightly around your belly, it’s easy to sink into the desire. To equate the arrival of the question with the arousal rising in your body. To tell yourself this is just pleasure, this is natural.

Jimin’s palm is splayed out across your lower belly, pressing hard against you.

He’s rutting shallowly against you, moving for the sake of his own pleasure. A high note of satisfaction slips from his lips, before a name tumbles shortly after it into your ear.

Not any name.

Your name.

You choke on your own words as you understand it. Confusion rushes over you but it’s quickly replaced by adrenaline as his hand clenches and unclenches around your shirt and he shifts and stretches.

Jimin is waking up. Is he going to say something? Is he going to tell you he didn’t mean it at all? Will he run from you?

His body freezes as he realizes the position he’s in. Wrapped so intimately around you, his hard cock pressed against you.

“Shit,” you hear him whisper. “Shit, shit, shit.”

You squeeze your eyes closed and lay as still as possible as you feel him pull away from you. And then the bed dips just enough and you realize he’s leaning over you, checking to see if you’re asleep or not.

You smooth out your features, hoping he doesn’t catch that you’ve been awake this whole time.

The December morning light is streaming in bold and warm through the window.

Your hand goes searching for Jimin, but all you find is an empty, chilled, pillow. There’s a good chance he’s already headed out for the day to see friends or to run errands and so you assume it’s safe as you tiptoe downstairs to get some water and some much needed coffee. Not that you slept much last night.

As you enter the kitchen, the earthy smell of fresh coffee hits you and you take a deep breath, inhaling the nutty aroma. There’s a full pot of coffee already waiting for you on the counter. You smile. Jimin has always been a considerate housemate, but to leave you coffee in the morning? I’m so lucky to have a friend like him, you sigh as you turn to the cabinet to grab a mug.

“Good morning!” an almost nervous, too-cheery voice sings out from behind you.

“AGh!” you cry, nearly dropping the mug you’re holding. Jimin’s quicker than you are though, and reaches out, just as it drops below your belly button. He’s laughing, his delightful giggle filling the light-painted kitchen but all you can think about is how close he’s standing to you, the mug brushing up against your stomach.

“Got it,” he grins.

“You know you can’t jump out at me like that!” you scold, trying to take the mug back from him. But he turns and goes to fill it up for you.

“I literally said your name twice before you noticed. Someone was too lost in dreamland.”

“Pshh, no, I — you need to be a little louder.”

“Can we talk about last night?” Jimin asks as he hands you a cup of coffee. “I, uh, I think there was an accident, I had a dream you were—”

You panic.

“Last night? Oh gosh yeah! I slept like a rock! Thank you for keeping me warm. I would have frozen to death if it weren’t for you.”

You smile as sweetly as you can at him.

He blinks back.

“I mean — uh, yeah, sure, I mean, you’re welcome but that’s not what I mean —”

“Nothing to talk about!” you chirp, already scurrying towards the stairs that lead back up to your bedroom.

“Hey! I’m trying to talk to you!” he cries as you pad upstairs, making a beeline for your bedroom as the coffee you’re holding sloshes around in the mug.

“Oof, well I’m already tired again, gonna take a nap!”

You sprint up the stairs and as you do you hear him call behind you.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!”

It hits harder than you want it to.

“Come on, princess. You’re taking forever!”

You’re back down on your bed, swaddled in all the blankets in the house you could find, scrolling through your phone.

“I don’t want to go!”

“Well I do!” The door finally swings open and Jimin stands there, all dolled up for the night out. He’s wearing tight leather pants that hug his toned thighs just right and a half opened black shirt that he’s still buttoning as you look on. Beneath his hands, his chest shows, the muscular planes simple and sheer perfection. A single silver earring dangles from his left ear, the other one filled with a variety of studs.

As you peek out of your blanket fort, you gulp as you take in his flawless appearance. He looks like straight sex, the darkness of his outfit highlighting every muscle and curve.

"You look nice," you manage to squeak, and Jimin blushes, his praise kink showing. "Those pants are..." Hot as fuck? More beautiful than the Mona Lisa? Just asking me to rip them off? Floundering for language, you just let your sentence trail off as he looks on, a pink tinge still dancing across his features.

"You wanna wear them?"

"Pfft, no," you lie.

“Are you planning on getting out of bed?”

“No.”

"Well then, if you're not going to get out of bed and dress yourself I'll do the honors." Jimin stomps over to the tiny door leading to your closet and swings it open. He ruffles through your set of clothes, as disparate from a full flannel collection (one that you are quite proud of) to an evening gown that never got worn. Words you can't quite hear or understand tumble from his mouth in a stream of frustrated mumbles as he seems to be looking for something very specific. "Aha!" he finally cries out. "Here it is."

What he pulls out is not what you expected.

It's a simple piece. A light tan slip dress, one with a bit of a scoop to the bust. One that hugs all of your curves just right and sits low enough the weight keeps the dress exactly where you want it to be and high enough that your upper thighs are deliciously on display - something that simultaneously excites you and scares the hell out of you. You bought it on a whim, hoping it would help you embody your inner club girl (or "inner slut" as your friend Jungkook would correct you - which, if you were being entirely honest, was really what you meant when you spoke about going to the club.)

"That one? Really?"

"What, you wanna wear this?" He turns back to the closet before pulling out a second dress, this one long and emerald green and sparkly with a full slit up the side.

"No." You pout.

"Then what's the problem?"

"Ugh!" you cry, burrowing deeper into your blanket fort. "Itsmyslutdress," you mumble.

"What?"

"Itsmyslutdress!" you mumble, but louder this time.

"Did you just call it a slut dress?"

You pop your head out of the warmth cocoon with a sigh.

"Yes."

"What does that even mean?"

"It is the dress I wear when I want to embody my slutty alter-ego. The dress I wear when I wanna get laid."

Jimin blinks a few times before turning back to you with a grin.

"Well--do you not want to get laid tonight?" he asks slowly.

You gape at him.

Even as best friends, even talking about your hookups, you never really talked about sex iteself. Everytime you brought it up, whether it was at the bar and you were ogling some tall, dark, handsome stranger as if some psychic had promised you he was your entire future, he always seemed to shut down. And yet, around your other friends, he was an open book. "Basically a sex expert," Jungkook had told you once. "A sexpert." He'd added, grinning.

But with you, sex was off the table. You were more open and vulnerable with him than you were anyone in your life - and he with you. But sex was just never on the discussion board for you two.

"Do you wanna get laid tonight?"

"Are you offering?" you shoot back teasingly.

"Of course," he says softly.

Your mouth drops.

Of course? Of course?!

"I mean! No! What? Wait? Can you repeat the question?"

"You said yes," you say slowly.

"What! No! I did not!"

Jimin is basically stomping his foot on the ground.

"You did!"

He looks almost angry and you're not sure whether to laugh at the softness with which he had agreed to fuck you - or to feel hurt by his quick change of mind.

"Did not!"

You break into giggles finally releasing yourself from your cocoon of warmth to sprawl out on the bed in a fit of laughter. Your little tirade is quickly shut down though as the silky fabric of the dress is thrown onto your face and you cough around the material.

"Get dressed. I don't want to be late," he says, his voice flat.

“It’s too cold for the slut dress,” you grumble in a last ditch effort, fabric falling into your mouth as you sleep.

“Then wear a fucking turtleneck and snow pants to the club,” Jimin says. “I don’t care, just please get dressed.”

The door slams and when you pull the dress away from your face, the room is empty again. With a sigh, you roll off the bed and begin to get ready for the night.

By the time you pulled up to the dark, sticker-plastered doors of the club, Jimin had resumed his usually joyful and peppy demeanor, all memories of his little slip up erased from the night.

You knew better than to push him about it. You knew that he shut down when you called him out on these things in the past— like the way his eyes lingered on you for too long when you showed off a new bathing suit, the cute little stutter he donned when he was flustered by you, or the way he would basically run at top speed in any direction away from you when you emerged from the shower, nothing but a towel wrapped around your body.

As you are swallowed into the sea of dancing figures and booming bass, you feel his hand come to rest on your waist. Pushing further into the crowd, his touch is reassuring. Steadying. His way of keeping a hold on you without actually holding onto you.

He sees them before you do, and quickly grabs onto your hand, tugging you forward into the mass of swaying figures. Waving and yelling their names, the two of you tumble towards your friends. Jungkook and Raven stand near the bar, their faces lighting up when they finally spot you in the mess of strangers.

Raven embraces you first, his arms pulling you in for a tight hug.

“I wanna dance!” Jungkook says before you can even step away from Raven. Drinks abandoned, Jungkook has grabbed both yours and Jimin’s hands and drags you out to the dance floor.

The bass courses through you as your friends surround you, bopping and swaying to the barely understandable lyrics.

Jimin has always been a good dancer. A great dancer, actually. His moves range from absolutely side-achingly hilarious to -- dare you say it -- undeniably sensual.

He twirls you onto the dance floor, the two of you falling into your usual routine of swinging and laughing and kicking all around.

And as the upbeat and perhaps misplaced summer hit switches to a more sensual song he matches it naturally, letting his hips sway and glide to the rhythm. He pulls you along with him, twirling you more slowly. When you twist into his grasp, he doesn’t hesitate to take you into his arms, pressing you against him.

As his arms come to wrap around your shoulders, you can’t help but press back into him.

Raven winks at you and you grin back at him, shooing him and his teasing away.

It’s easy to fall into this. Easy to fall into the sway of Jimin’s body and the safety that comes with being pressed so close against him. You fit perfectly into his body, every one of your curve the antithesis to his. Like two puzzle pieces.

You let your hand drop down to his thigh, gripping it for stability as you sway your hips against his. The muscle tenses beneath your touch and you take that as an opportunity to roll your ass against his crotch.

He meets your movements, grinding back up into you, his hand dropping to your waist where he grips you tightly and guides your movements even further back into him.  

"We shouldn't be doing this," he whispers in your ear.

His body pressed against yours feels like the most natural thing in the world. The nights the two of you have spent in your kitchen, sliding around in socks and grooving to your favorite music, springing each other around your shared house — all of those hours, all of those years make it so when he moves against you he knows exactly what he’s doing and exactly what you want him to do. You move in tandem, as if you are sharing a brain, a story, a body.

You tilt your head up to him, nuzzling into his neck.

“Why not?”

“I-I can’t mess up.” He says, but he continues to sway at your back.

“You’re not messing up. I like this.”

As you reach behind you, letting your hand trail up beneath his shirt, you can feel him press into your touch. Chasing it, searching it out. But as your hand trails back down, fingernails scraping delicately against the skin, he seems to snap out of it and steps back from you, even as he keeps his hands on your hips.

You turn, trying to pull him back to you, but you see his brow is furrowed.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“Just fine!” he says, just a little to cheerfully. “I-I just think I’m done with dancing for tonight.”

Even as he says it he pulls you closer to his chest.

“I’m going to get some drinks, do you want something?”

“You don’t want to dance with me?”

“I— uh— it’s not that.” He shakes his head.

“Please, come on, it’ll be fun,” you groan, tugging on his arm. But he stands firm and stiff. “Aren’t you having fun?”

“I don’t want to dance tonight. Just go on ahead.”

You look your friend up and down. Jimin was never one to turn down an opportunity to dance.

“Okay,” you say, painting a smile on your features even as your heart aches slightly at his rejection. “I just want you to have fun. Do you want me to come with?”

“No--it’s okay. I’ll be back, alright?”

“Alright?”

You watch as he disappears back into the mass of people. You stand still, wondering What the hell just happened?

However, your thoughts are quickly interrupted as Raven reaches out to you, pulling you to him in a graceful spin.

“Distract yourself, darling,” he says with a chuckle. “He’ll come around, don’t you worry.”

Before you have a chance to process his words, Raven spins you out again in the crowd.

You stumble just a little bit, until hands come to rest on the dip of your hips, lingering there just enough to stabilize you. However, they quickly release you as soon as you are standing tall again.

“Oh, ah, thank you,” you half-yell as you turn around, attempting to raise your voice above the noise.

The man who stands behind you is undeniably gorgeous. Tall, with a dark lock of hair hanging into your forehead and the most beautiful smile.

“No worries, it happens all the time,” he grins at you. “What’s your name.”

You yell back at him, but when he can’t hear you, you step closer to him, pressing against his chest to speak your name into his ear. His hand comes down on your waist as you do, lightly.

“My name’s Hoseok. You can call me Hobi though. Care to dance?”

You grin up at him and nod. You’ve never been one to turn down a dance partner.

He takes your hand, quick to find the rhythm of the music.

Hoseok is a natural. As each song progresses, his dances become more intricate. He’s happy to lead you through them and you can’t help but laugh as he spins you around the floor while others are swaying and grinding. You’ve never had this much fun with a stranger, but as he moves against you, you can’t help but think of the way Jimin felt pressed so close to you earlier in the night. It’s just not quite the same.

It’s easy to get lost in him, in his beaming smile and witty jokes that he bends down to whisper in your ear. He compliments you freely, and you do the same in return.

As the night continues you and Hoseok dance closer and closer until he’s pressed deliciously up against your back. You find yourself lost in the sensation of being embraced by someone, even if it isn’t the person you’d want to be there.

“I hope I’m not being too forward, but do you wanna come home with me?” The man leans down, the husk of his voice brushing deliciously against your ear.

“I can’t.” You say, turning back towards him. “But thank you.”

“No problem,” he says, leaning down to chastely kiss your cheek. “Can I ask you a question before you go?”

You nod.

“Does your refusal have anything to do with the man at the bar who hasn’t taken his eyes off of us since we started dancing?”

“What?”

He nods over your shoulder, back towards the bar. Through the crowd, you can barely see your friends, but as you reach up on your tippy toes you see them all gathered around, laughing and talking. And then at the edge of them is Jimin. He stands tall and proud and with an unusually grim expression on his face. But when he sees you looking at him, he quickly averts his gaze to his drink, which he is continually swirling in his hand.

“You’re going home with him, aren’t you?”

“Well, duh, he’s my roommate, I—”

“You should go for it,” he interrupts you.

“Go for it?”

“Go for it.”

“There’s nothing there,” you state, matter of factly. “We’re just really good friends!” You’re not sure why you tell him this, but there’s something soft in his eyes that spurs you on.

“Good friends don’t eye fuck each other all night.”

“We weren’t—”

“No need to explain it to me.” He holds up his hands. “But it seems like you have some explaining to do to him. Or at least to yourself.”

You sputter. “Psh! What! No! I’m just tired, Hobi, and if I had the energy I would be fucking you right here, right now, on the dance floor. It has nothing to do with Jimin. Nothing at all!” You realize you’ve got your finger poking into his chest and you quickly draw it back. “Sorry.”

“Okay…”

“Well.” You put your hands on your hips, wiping the frustrated look off of your face. “I should go, I guess. It was nice dancing with you, partner. I’ll be the first to admit you got great hips.”

He’s laughing, and you’re not sure if it’s at you or with you, but when you extend you hand for a friendly fistbump, he meets it with all the enthusiasm in the world, pulls you into a hug, and is off on his merry way, off to find a new dancing partner.

Left alone in the middle of the floor, you kind of just stand there, mulling over what the stranger had said to you. Soon though, you feel a hand on your shoulder and you spin around to see a blank faced Jimin.

“I, uh, just wanted to check in on you.”

“I’m all good!” you chirp, perhaps too cheerfully. As you begin to make your way back to the bar, his hand comes to rest on your lower back and you shiver at the touch.

“So you’re not going home with him?” He nods back in the direction of the disappearing stranger.

“Why would I?”

“Well, you wore your slut dress, so I figured he was a contender.” He doesn’t meet your eye.

“I didn’t want to fuck him.” You stop, and turn to him.

He laughs, almost nervously. “Well I guess that’s an important factor.”

“Yeah, just a minor detail,” you shoot back, grinning.

“I guess it’s all for the best. Didn’t like the looks of him much anyways.

You giggle. “What? Are you jealous?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“I can’t be jealous.”

“Can’t be? Or aren’t?”

Jimin blinks back at you, an expression of utter surprise on his face. You know his answer in that moment, and yet — there is a kind of doubt that sits in you. That until he says it, it just won’t be real.

And still, he avoids your question.

“I think I’m gonna head home, do you wanna come with or head back with Tae and Raven?”

“I’ll come back with you, there’s nothing left here for me.”

“Great,” he says, a small smile on his lips. “Let’s go.”

“My heat is still out,” you call.

You’re standing at the door to his room in nothing but your pajama shirt. When you’d gotten home Jimin was quick to wish you goodnight and sweet dreams and book it up to his bedroom. You had gone to your own room and changed into sleep clothes, only to climb into bed and realize just how fucking freezing your blankets still were.

But as you stand outside his bedroom, when you press down on the handle, the door is unusually locked. He never locks the door, you think.

“Jimin!”

You push down on the handle, jiggling it obnoxiously as you hope your best friend can hear you from the other side, and isn’t just ignoring you. As you rattle the metal handle, something seems to come loose within the door and all of a sudden the door is swinging open inwards and there’s Jimin, leaning against the backboard of his bed, legs spread, and--

“Oh no—”

Even as your hands flash up to cover your eyes, you know it’s too late.

You’ve already seen it.

It’s imprinted on your brain. The image of Jimin with his head thrown back, hand wrapped around his throbbing cock hastily pulled out of his jeans. He must have been in such a rush he didn’t even bother to pull his pants down. Instead, the leather pants are simply tugged down just enough from him to slip his cock out of them.

“What the fuck!” he yelps.

“Did I—interrupt?” You can’t help but burst into giggles, even as you keep your hands firmly clamped to your face.

“Yes! Yes, you did!” he says, scrambling for the sheet. He pulls it over himself and then does up his pants again.

“If it makes you feel any better you have a nice looking dick!” you squeak out from behind your hands.

He wipes a hand wearily over his face.

“You really wanna have a conversation about my dick right now?”

“See a dick, converse about a dick, am I right?” you laugh nervously.

“No, no, you’re not. It usually goes like ‘see a dick, forget the fact that you ever looked at a dick.’”

“You got a point there.”

The room falls into silence for a moment before Jimin coughs and speaks.

“You can take your hands away now.”

Ever-so-slowly you release your hands from your face, looking over at Jimin who looks — not upset, not embarrassed, not angry — but intrigued. He’s looking at you with a mix of curiosity — and something else. Something you can’t quite put a finger on.

“Welp, I better be going—”

“I thought you said your heat is still out.”

You turn back around slowly.

“...It is. But I can go. I don’t want to make you feel… uncomfortable.”

“You’ve never made me feel uncomfortable. I don’t know if you could.”

“I’ve definitely made you feel uncomfortable before. Like that one time I put peanut butter on your special pickles and tried to fry them—”

“Okay, okay, maybe in like, a superficial way. But not in a deep way.” He pauses. “You’re my best friend for a reason.”

You’re still standing in the doorway, and as he looks you over — gaging your reaction, reading your emotions, trying to understand what’s going on in that far-off mind of yours — he realizes you’ve got your arms wrapped around your torso, protecting yourself from the biting draft that drifts down the hallway.

“Come ‘ere. You’re sleeping here tonight.” He says it without hesitation.

You look at him, and then back down the darkened hallway, and then back at him, the warm glow of his bedside lamp painting his features gold. His cheeks are still slightly flushed, his chest peeks out of his loose button down. And perhaps it’s that image that draws you to him — or, what you tell yourself in that moment, the inviting warmth of the layers of blankets on his bed and the radiator that sits close by.

You climb into bed, quickly tucking yourself into the blankets and rolling onto your side, away from him. However, you can feel his hands reaching out towards you, pulling the blankets closer to you, tucking you in further to their addicting warmth.

“I’m uh, gonna read for a little bit, is that okay?” he asks.

“Yeah, course,” you say, your voice slightly muffled by the pillow you’ve stolen and burry your face into.

He rifles through the nightstand. Behind you, he shifts, getting a bit more comfortable and you can hear the comforting sound of pages turning as he begins to read.

Even as you close your eyes, sleep evades you. As much as you try to banish it from your mind, it seems as if the image of his thick cock is burned into your retina, the vein on the underside of it swollen and pronounced. All you can see in your mind’s eye is Jimin, lost in his own pleasure. His face scrunched, eyes squeezed shut. What would it be like to see what he saw, whatever it was that had him gripping his cock so tight the knuckles began to turn white?

“So do you usually masterbate without porn?”

It slips out before you know what you’re saying.

He coughs behind you, and it sounds like he’s choking.

“What?!”

Well, you think. Now that it’s out there I might as well just go for it. You flip over onto your otherside, face half hidden by the blanket.

“When I walked in on you — you were just… lost in thought. No video or audio or,” you nod at the book he’s holding. “Rip off of Half a Hundred Colors of Dark-White.”

He gapes at you.

“Why are you so obsessed with my masterbatory habits, hm?”

“I-I’m not! I’m just curious, like one would be when they accidentally catch their best friend masterbating. We all, you know, do it. I, myself, have a very lovely connection of multi-colored vibrators — all sizes and shapes and, uh, textures? And vibrations and settings and speeds and—”

“So you wanna talk about it then?” He’s still sitting above, looking down on you. He cocks an eyebrow at your surprised expression. “You didn’t want to talk about last night but you want to talk about how I get myself off?”

It’s your turn to gape.

“Uh, what? Last night, psh no!”

He readjusts his position so he’s facing you now, one leg bent and propped up, the other one folded beneath it. You do your best to keep your gaze focused on his face, and not on the prominent bulge that is now in your direct line of vision.

“So you weren’t grinding on my cock last night — or god forbid tonight at the club — But you wanna know about my masterbatory habits?”

You swallow and despite the chill air of the bedroom, you sit up, letting the blankets fall around your waist.

“I suppose that is what I’m asking.”

Heart pounding in your chest, you lick your lips. You know what you’re asking. You know where you’re pushing things. Everything about this next step terrifies you. And yet, it’s all you’ve been thinking about for the past 24 hours. Hell, the past several years.

You’d be lying if you said that last night’s dream was the tamest of the ones Jimin starred in. He haunted you. His image, his being, were everywhere you turned. Even when you were with other partners or one night stands, all you could do was compare them to Jimin. Were they as softly hilarious as him? Did they know your every thought, your every desire, like he did? Could they anticipate your mood before you even could? Did they fill you with that feeling of belonging and safety like he did? No. None of them ever did. You didn’t just crave Jimin’s attention, you craved his touch.

“You know, most friends talk about this kind of shit.”

“Do they?”

“Yes. They talk about sex. They talk about getting off. They talk about their interests and turn-offs and fantasies and--”

“And you wanna talk about this?” His hand lands on yours. You look up at him as he squeezes your fingers within his warm grasp.

“I-I guess I do. Sometimes it bothers me that we don’t talk about it.”

“Then let’s talk about it,” he says, a little bit more confidence slipping into his voice. He picks your hand up, weaving his fingers in between yours. The way he looks at them reminds you of someone looking at a beautiful vista or an undiscovered creature for the first time. There is wonder -- and also confusion -- in him. “I never wanted to make you uncomfortable. I never wanted to… turn our friendship into something that you didn’t want. Something that made you uncomfortable.”

“And I didn’t want to push.”

“Push me? Into what?”

You glance down at your hands. “I don’t know, something that you were disgusted by.”

“I could never be disgusted by you. It’s the opposite, actually.”

“Then why do you keep pushing me away? When I want to talk about things? When I want to be close to you?”

Jimin is silent for a moment.

“Because I’m never sure if this is just fun to you,” he says softly. “What if something happens and you realize you don’t want it in the way you thought you did?”

“And what if something happens and it’s exactly what I want?” One hand still resting in his grasp, you reach out with the free one to clutch onto his shirt. Not wanting to push too far, you make do with tangling your fingers in the silky fabric, twisting it around yourself until you are lost in it.

You don’t see it coming. His hand reaching up to yours, pressing your hand to his chest. Slowly, he slides your intertwined hands up until he can press your palm to his chest. Beneath the fabric you can hear the gentle thud of his heart beating, quicker than usual. And there, he just holds it. Mulling. Contemplating.

“It feels like I’ve been distracted…” He licks his lips as he considers his next several words. “...for weeks. Probably longer. I’ve been trying to hold everything in because it’s not supposed to be there. But the temptation to just give in… To just lean into the things that I want… It’s always there. It doesn’t go away. But--sometimes I can distract myself from it.”

“What is it that you want?”

His gaze flickers back up from your lips. The look in his eyes is searing. Burning. There’s desire there — one that’s all consuming — but something else too. He refuses to look away from you, instead roving over your whole face as if he’s trying to memorize it. As if when he speaks next he might forget you entirely. And that’s when you realize. It’s not confusion dancing in his eyes. It’s loss. He thinks he’s going to lose you.

“It doesn’t matter. I can’t have it.”

“You can.”  

“I can’t.” He squeezes his eyes shut, like he’s trying to hold back. “There— there are lines that once you cross you can never go back to.”

“Jimin, I want you.”

The words hang in the stilled silence of the room like lead, suspended and out of place. But you push on, and as you do, his grip tightens around your hands and he’s pulling you forward until you’re flush against his chest.

“And it’s not because of your monster cock -- although that’s like a really really great benefit that I’ll be honest, I wasn’t expecting--” Jimin raises an eyebrow. “Anyways, I want you for you. I think I’ve wanted you since I met you, but--” You glance down. “I’ve been too scared to admit it. Too scared or too dumb.”

Jimin raises your chin so that you are eye to eye. He’s so close.

“I’ve wanted you since I laid eyes on you.” He lets his hands drop to your hips, maneuvering you so that you’re fully straddling his waist as he sits up against the headboard. “I wanted you in my life, in whatever way that would be. I wanted you as my best friend and my inspiration and my home -- and to have you like that? I would never want to fuck it up.”

“Then don’t.”

“Simple as that,” he laughs, his hands coming to rest on your hips. He tightens his grip and you instinctively wrap your hands around his neck, tugging him closer to you.

“Simple as that,” you repeat.

The words hang in the air for a moment, filling the space of the bedroom. And then their sound is gone, leaving the air vacant of sound. The weight of what you’ve both just said crashes down upon you.

Simple as that.

“I want to kiss you,” Jimin whispers. “Can I kiss you?”

“Always,” you barely manage to mumble before your lips are crashing together. They begin clumsily, desperate. Teeth knocking together as you both scramble frantically for connection. For the missed years. For the gazes thrown across the hallway, quick and longing.

And then you find your groove. Just like on the dance floor, there is an unspoken communication to the way that you move together. Chasing and pursuing. Biting and pressing. You gasp as Jimin slips his tongue between your lips, swiping against the roof of your mouth.

It feels like forever and no time at all that you’re wrapped up in his arms, his hands climbing the height of your back as he pulls you as close as he possibly can.

As the kiss slips into gentleness, you feel him between your legs. He’s impossibly hard. You don’t know if it’s thought or basic instinct that leads you to press your hips forward, sliding ever so slightly along his length. You know you’ve done the right thing when he groans into your mouth. You do it again, this time swiveling against him. His hands snake down to your hips, fingers digging into the fleshy bits of your sides.

“I don’t think you know what you’re doing,” he groans against your lips.

“I know exactly what I’m doing.”

He kisses you fiercely and you let your hands wander beneath the silk of his shirt, tracing the planes of his skin until you’ve had enough and need more. You attempt to tug the fabric up, but he seems lost in your lips.

“Off, please,” you say when you can’t get it over his shoulders.

He grins at you and shucks it off in one go, tossing it onto the floor.

You lean back just enough to admire him like this, the planes of his chest glowing dimly in the light of the lamp.

“You’re so beautiful,” you murmur in awe.

He captures your lips again, his movements soft and dutiful. And then with all the gentleness in the world, he turns the both of you, cradling the nape of your neck as he lowers you down onto the pillows.

“I never thought I could have you like this.”

“Me neither. I-I don’t know if I can go back.”

“Don’t worry, darling. I already know I don’t want to go back.”  

You smile up at him, a feeling of warmth and love spreading through your chest. As he sits back, looking down on you, you tug your shirt over your head, tossing it to join his discarded top on the floor.

His eyes rove over your naked form, bare of everything except for the grannie panties you slipped on before knocking on his door. At the beginning of the night you wanted nothing but to make sure everything was thoroughly covered. Now you wish you had gone for something a bit more stylish.

Even as you think this, looking at him you know he doesn’t give a flying fuck what you’re wearing.

He leans down again, kissing you. He lets his weight rest just enough on you as he settles between your legs and you arch up at the dull contact.

As he bites down on your lip, you push up into him, searching for more.

“Can I touch you?” he asks.

“Please,” you gasp.

His hand comes down on your thigh, pushing you open just enough. And then, as he comes back to kiss you, he slips his hand down your stomach, fingers teasing at the waistband of your panties.

You can’t help as your hips buck up as he slips a finger down your folds. You’re already soaking, arousal quickly coating his finger.

“Shh, shh,” he whispers against your lips, gaze searching yours. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

As the final word slips out of his mouth, he inserts the first finger into your tight entrance and you yelp in pleasure, the feeling of him filling you more sensation than you could imagine. Ever so slowly, he begins to pump it in and out before adding a second finger.

“I want to get you ready for me,” he murmurs. “If that’s what you want.”

“I want it,” you gasp as he presses against your g spot. “Please, I need it, please, Jimin, fuck me.”

“Patience, baby. I will in due time. But first I need you a little more stretched out.”  

When he adds a third finger, the pressure building deliciously in your abdomen, there’s nothing you can do to hold back the way your body jerks or the whine that slips through your lips.

“God, I never even imagined you would sound this desperate, this beautiful.”

As he continues to press against the soft spongy spot inside you, you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to keep control but quickly losing it.

“You thought about this?”

“Of course I thought about it.”

“Tell me what you thought about,” you pant, his fingers still working rhythmically in and out of you.

“The list is endless,” he murmurs. “I think about what it would feel like to fuck you. What it would sound like to have you call my name. What it would be like to have you cum again and again around my cock, and then walk out of here, with it dripping down your leg so that anyone who sees will know it too. To have you so fucked out and screaming that everyone in a ten mile radius knows exactly who is fucking you so well, who you belong to.”

“Ah!” you cry as your orgasm begins to build. “Jimin! I’m so close, I--”

And just like that, his fingers are gone from your clenching walls and you are left with a feeling of absolute emptiness drifting through you. He pulls back with a smirk.

“Wha--”

“When you come, I want it to be around my cock.”

Your gaze flickers down to his crotch, where his dick is straining against the tight confines of the leather. “That just can’t be comfortable,” you say, your voice shaking even as you unapologetically eye his obvious arousal. “Please take them off. I’ll make you feel good.”

“You can?”

“I want to,” you explain. “I want to help.” You look up at him again and see that his gaze is dark with desire. “Can I?”

Slowly, he nods, and you reach out towards him, for the buttons to his jeans. As your fingers land on the cold metal of the button, his come down atop yours, popping the button open expertly.

As you slowly slide the zipper down, you swallow.

Everything about this feels right. There’s the sensation of a fire burning in your chest. It’s not just wanting his body. It’s chasing the feeling of electricity sparking through you every time he touches you. Chasing the want of his hands, his gaze, his everything focused on you. Something twinges in your heart. Even as you want these things, you know it’s not fair to ask them of him, to expect them of him.

He stands to slip the rest of his pants off and you realize he’s not even wearing underwear. You gulp as you watch him strip, his beautiful body soon revealed in the dim lighting. His cock stands at full attention, deliciously hard and poking against his belly.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asks.

“I want it more than anything.”

The bed dips underneath his weight as he climbs towards where you lay. He lowers himself above you, expertly balancing his weight so that it doesn’t crush you. With one hand, he reaches down to palm his hard cock, the tip red and angry with need. With his knee, he pushes your legs wide open, making room for himself and spreading you out before him. At a devastatingly slow speed, he lines himself up with your aching center.

“So wet for me, princess. You’ve always been beautiful to me, but spread out like this, just waiting for my cock? You’re a dream.”

“Please,” you gasp.

“Please what?”

As he comes to nestle his cock in between your dripping folds, you whimper with need.

All you can feel is his cock, his touch against your skin, the way his presence surrounds you and envelopes you.

“Please,” you whisper. “I need you, Jimin.”

He chuckles.

“You’re so desperate, baby. Tell me what you want.”

“Want you to fuck me.”

“My baby wants me to fuck her?” He slides slowly in and your back arches devilishly at the sensation of his fat cock stretching you open for him. He watches your facial expression carefully, not wanting to hurt you or push you too far too fast.

When he sees you relax just a little, he pushes in even further until he’s nestled inside you to the hilt. Once he knows you’re comfortable, he lets himself slip into the pleasure of you wrapped all around him. His eyes flutter closed, and he nestles his nose into the crook of your neck.

Gathering himself, he takes a deep breath, pushing up off of you so that he can better look down at you, your hair splayed on the pillow, cheeks warm with arousal, eyes wide in pleasure.

“God, you’re perfect for my cock. Like you were made to fit me.”

“Mmf, so big,” you groan as he shifts inside you. “Never felt this full before.”

As he begins to move, you gasp, hands coming up to cling at his back. The drag of his cock against the walls of your cunt is divine and you can’t help as your nails dig into his skin, raking down the planes of his back.

His eyes never leave your face, tracing your pleasure every time it flashes across your features.

“When I imagined this,” he pants, “I never even thought it could feel this good.”

He withdraws at a maddeningly slow pace, until just the tip of his cock rests inside your warmth.

“Please Jimin,” you gasp. “I need more.”

He smirks down at you. “More?” He gives a shallow thrust.

“More,” you groan, trying to push your hips down on him, anything to take him further into you. However, his hand quickly comes down on your hips, stopping all movement.

Leaning down to capture your lips in a feverish kiss, you gasp into his mouth as he thrusts into you with a great force. You cry his name as he bites down on your lower lip, the pace he sets brutal and exactly what you need. Each thrust rolls through your entire body, setting your nerves alight. When he gives a particularly hard thrust, your spine arches, hands slipping away from his back and coming to wrap around his wrists.

When he growls, you clench at the sound.

Your eyes flicker open in time to see his mouth gape and he groans when you do it again.

He answers your tightness with another roll of his hips, this time changing the angle just enough that it hits your g spot directly. You spasm around his cock, crying out as he continues to fuck you.

“You’ve ruined me,” Jimin gasps. “Nothing else, no one else is going to be like this. I wanna fuck this cunt until you can’t think of anything else.”

You start to respond, to tell him how much you want that, but his hand comes down on your clit, rubbing just gently enough that you’re yelping in a mixture of pleasure and overstimulation.

“I’m really gonna fuck you now, baby. I want you to touch yourself until you can’t anymore, okay?”

You nod, reaching down to your clit where your fingers brush against one another. You look down to see his cock rutting in and out of you, coated in your juices. As he withdraws his hand, he begins to pick up his speed.

The pace he sets reaches deep into your body, setting every nerve alight. You cling to him, begging him to fuck you harder. His cock seems to reach every single sensitive spot within you as rock your hips back up to his, meeting his every movement. He lets you now, lost in the feeling of your bodies moving together, seeking the same pleasure together.

When his pace begins to stutter, thrusts becoming long and rough, you know he’s close to his end.

“Baby, I’m going to come,” he groans. He begins to sit back up and withdraw, but you wrap a hand around his neck and pull him towards you, the other one coming to press on the dip of his hips.

“Come inside, Jimin.”

“But--”

“I’m safe. I want to feel you come inside me. Wanna come with you.”

He groans at your words and lowers himself to you, letting his hips grind against yours in a tide of sensation. Each movement pulls you closer and closer to your orgasm until three words are tumbling from his lips and you are tipping over the edge.

He kisses you as you both ride out your orgasm, waves of pleasure washing through your body and into his as if you are connected on more than just a physical level. His lips are soft against yours, guiding you through your orgasm. Everything is breathless and wildly full, all at once.

Pulling back as his cock twitches within you, he peppers your neck with kisses, his plush lips pressing softly against the delicate skin beneath your ear.

“I love you, baby,” he murmurs against your skin.

“I love you too,” you hum, eyes fluttering blissfully closed as you tangle a hand in his hair, pressing him closer to you.

That’s how you fall asleep. Tangled up in each other, bodies meshed together until there’s no way to tell which way is up.

You wake up wrapped in warmth. The kind of warmth that radiates from your heart, shining on outwards and into the room around you. And, as your eyes blink open, you notice it also radiates from the absolute furnace that clings to your back.

“Mmm,” the furnace grumbles, rubbing his nose against the soft nape of your neck. You can feel him press his lips against the top of your spine, his breath fanning delicately against your skin. “G’morning.”

“Morning.” You speak softly, as if any noise will break the memory of last night, his whispered affections against your skin as you drifted off to sleep still hanging in the air. Too loud and you will shatter and destroy the memory. The words of his confession still carved into your skin, your mixed pleasures riddled through your body, the song of his joy and laughter emblazoned into the room -- all of that, you think, will disappear if you move too quickly or speak too loudly.

However, that notion is quickly banished when Jimin rolls over and groans dramatically, spreading his limbs out until he starfishes over the entire bed -- including you. With a little grunt, he flips over on his belly, shimmying over to you. Pulling the blankets down around you, you gasp as the cool air hits your skin.

He’s quick to rectify this as he rolls onto you, resting his head on your stomach, blowing a raspberry into your skin. You screech in laughter and as the sensation rushes through you, tickling you.

It takes a minute or two before you calm down, looking lovingly down at the man who holds your heart and running a hand through his hair, brushing it off of his forehead.

“I love you, you know that?” he mumbles into your belly.

“Do you?” you giggle, doubt still riddled in your mind.

His eyes shoot up to yours.

“Of course I do. Is there any question about it?” You look down on him, worry in your gaze. “Oh, baby.” He’s quick to prop himself up on his hands, but still stays sprawled out atop you, his weight heavy and comforting. “I’ve loved you since I first saw you--” You open your mouth to tell him there’s no such thing as love at first sight, but his hand comes up quickly and covers your mouth, effectively shushing you. “--at least I knew I was going to love you the first time I saw you. I knew I was going to fall madly and deeply in love with all of your quirks and strange obsessions and deep passions and maddenly horrible humor. And I knew I loved you a year in, and every day after that.”

You look down on him, tears welling up in your eyes at his sincerity.

“Come ‘ere,” you say, pulling him up towards you. He crawls up your chest, playfully nipping at your bare breasts before settling against you. He kisses you. Lets you sink into the sensation. And then he pulls back and says,

“Aren’t you going to tell me you love me too?”

You don’t know if you’ll ever get enough of that dorky smile.

But you do know the tears threatening to spill over are rising from the deep, unnamable affection that rolls through your chest, finally released from silence. You want to call it love, and that is what you will call it, but there’s also something that goes so much deeper than the word itself. Something you know you will spend your whole life trying to explain to him.

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[PRACTICE RECORD] BTS (방탄소년단) ‘Black Swan’

YOU KNOW HOW I GET IT'S BLACK SWAN FFS

Say what you want about HRH Spring Day and I know we are HYYHing the absolute HELL out of right now but for me Black Swan is where it's at. I NEED A FULL LENGTH BTS BALLET DAMMIT

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Crashed The Wedding ~ JJK [Request]

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

GENRE: Non idol au, wedding, angst with fluffy ending, high school sweethearts, establushed relationship

PAIRING: jungkook x fem!reader

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this! I did a different kind of take on it so I hope it’s okay?

All week leading up to your wedding day you'd had a feeling in your chest that you weren't able to shake. It was the feeling that something was going to happen, something bad but you just weren't sure what. Normally you could trust your gut feelings but with it being your wedding you were putting the feeling down to nervousness. After being with Jungkook for almost Thirteen years you were finally tying the knot with friends, family and everyone else watching. It had taken you seven years of saving up every penny you earnt to be able to do this. Both of you wanted the wedding to be special and the time was finally right! High school sweethearts marrying one another after so long brought a lot of attention to your small town. Old teachers from the high school you attended together had even seen you around and decided to congratulate you and ask to go to the afterparty which you agreed with.

"Something's still playing on your mind isn't it?" Your best friend asked as she buttoned up the buttons on the back of your dress. It was a white lace mermaid gown with a sweetheart neckline and a small train at the bottom. Elegant and stylish and not too out there for the small wedding that was happening in the local church.

"There's just something wrong, I can feel it, Mina." You whispered as she finally did up the last button and turned you around to face her.

"The rain isn't here, remember...That was the only thing that was making you uneasy." She tried to reassure you but it did nothing but make the gut feeling grow in size. It was the perfect day for the perfect wedding, the sun was beaming down over the church despite the forecast being rain all weekend. When you first heard that it was supposed to be raining all weekend for your wedding you and Jungkook had expected showers but the only rain that morning had been a small spritz as you drove towards the church.

"Would it make you feel better if you got to talk to him?" Mina quizzed when she noticed you beginning to play with the beads on the dress.

"Please," You whispered as she smiled at you, kissing the top of your head as she turned to leave the room. Not before yelling at you to hide behind the changing screen so that Jungkook wouldn't be able to see you when he walked into the room.

 Both of you had decided that you wanted to not see one another until you were walking towards him down the aisle to make it all the more special when he did finally see you. The night before Jungkook had stayed the night at Jimin's house, his best man while you stayed with Mina. Your maid of honour. The two of them doing their best not to let you text one another or spoil anything that would be happening today, five times Mina had to stop you from showing Jungkook pictures of your dress in the past but you couldn't help it. You and Jungkook shared everything with one another, no matter what it was. The dress had to be a surprise so nobody wanted you to show him and then when you reunited it would be more special.

The door to your changing room opened and you smiled as you heard Jungkook's voice fill the room as he called out to you that he was there. He stood just behind the changing screen and held out his hand for you to take it,

"I told you everything would be okay, didn't I?" He whispered to you as you sighed in relief poking your hand out from behind the changing screen to hold onto his.

"Maybe I just needed to hear your voice," You smiled even though he couldn't see you, whenever he was around you was when you felt like you could relax the most. You always felt so at peace when he was near you.

"Baby, this is going to be fine. You're just nervous but I am too." He placed a small kiss on your hand before the door to your changing room opened once again. Mina clapped her hands together loudly as she ordered Jungkook out of the room.

"That's enough, you'll see her in ten minutes. Out!" Jungkook laughed at Mina as he walked away from you and headed out to see Jimin standing there and waiting for him.

"Everything's ready? The music? The people?" You questioned as your father stood beside you smiling at you as he nodded along to everything you were asking him. He'd heard about how nervous you were about everything so he was doing his best to reassure you that everything was going as it should have been.

"Do me a favour?" You questioned as you brushed down your dress and looked up at him to make sure he was listening to you,

"Make sure I don't trip like I already took off the heels so just make sure I don't fall over my own feet." He laughed at you as you lifted up the bottom of your dress to show that you were actually barefooted.

"You're no going to fall, but I will make sure you don't trip if it makes you feel better." He promised as he held onto your hand a little tighter when the music began to play. It was time to start walking so you took the small bouquet from Mina who went out of the double doors first and then you were next.

The moment Jungkook turned around to look at you he began to tear up, tears streaming down his face as he realised you were about to take the first step to the rest of your lives together.

"Hi baby," You whispered as you reached the top of the altar, smiling at him as he kept crying heavily.

"You look beautiful," He managed to stutter out causing those on the front row that could hear you laugh as he wiped his eyes on his hand. A giant smiled spread across your face as you looked into his eyes, the gut feeling leaving your body as you looked at him. Once everyone had quietened down in the church the vicar began to talk to everyone while you and Jungkook joined hands.

"We are gathered here today to bear witness to unite these two people in marriage. Their decision to marry has not been entered into lightly and today they publicly declare their private devotion to each other. The essence of this commitment is the acceptance of each other in entirety, as lovers, companions and friends."

The ceremony continued until it came to the vicar turning to look at everyone in the crowded church, your mum was sitting in the front row crying as you dad held onto her. Mina was watching you closely as she cried silently, trying not to let her makeup run.

"If any person knows any cause as to why the couple should not be wed, they should “speak now, or forever hold their peace.” The room was silent and he smiled turning back to you and Jungkook ready to finish the marriage ceremony when a door slammed open. Everyone turned around in their seats to see who was standing there,

"I OBJECT!" Turning around you looked over at the main entrance to see one of your ex best friends from high school walking towards you. Stomping her feet as if she weighed the same as an elephant and she cried out that she objected over and over again. Areum had always had a flair for the dramatics whenever she was around,

"Areum this is a church not a fucking court," Mina snapped as she stood in front of you and Jungkook as if she was a shield between you and Areum who just gave her a filthy look. None of you had spoken to her since leaving high school all those years ago, she was nothing but a two-faced person who could do nothing but make everybody around her miserable.

"I have reasons why they shouldn't get married, he cheated on her with me. Last night." The whole church seemed to let out one loud gasp as you stared at Areum in front of you, your heart felt as though it was being crushed in your chest as everyone started at you this time. Waiting to see what would happen as if this was happening on tv and not just right in front of them. Your eyes were trained on Areum, her neck covered in purple hickies as she stared at you and then to Jungkook who seemed just as shocked as you did about this whole thing. Your father was on his feet now coming over to talk to Jungkook with an angry look on his face,

"It's not true, I never slept with her. Ever." He said as he looked directly into your eyes but your head was filling with images of them together, your heart racing as you thought about how he was only with Jimin the night before.  You knew deep down that Jungkook would never do anything like that to you but your brain wasn't letting you think of anything except the two of them together. Jimin would easily lie for him if he really wanted to it wasn't as though you were close friends.

"You're just saying that because you know they spent the night apart, he was at home with Jimin the whole night. Right, Jimin?" Mina questioned turning to look at Jimin who was now staring at the floor and avoiding all means of eye contact. There was one thing that Jimin couldn't do and that was lying to Mina. They'd been best friends since you could remember and he couldn't lie to her, she knew every tell-tale sign of him lying.

"Jimin!" She snapped as you began to feel your hands getting sweaty, everyone staring at you and Jungkook as they waited for something to happen. No one had moved from their seats to try and make this less awkward,

"Well we went out for a couple of drinks last night and I lost him in one of the clubs but-" Jimin tried to defend himself but Areum cut him short as she yelled out loud enough for the whole church to hear her.

"And that was when he met me. Took me into the back of the stalls and fucked me," The gasps started again as it brought you back down into the church, the bouquet dropped out of your hands and you began sprinting down the aisle towards the changing rooms. Everyone staring at you as you did so watching the way you lifted up your dress to run.

"Babe! It's not true-" Jungkook was silence by the door to your room slamming as he stood at the altar. Your father was standing behind him now ready to either kill him for hurting you or kill Areum for ruining what was supposed to be his daughter's perfect day.

"You're a liar, Mina! Please I would never do anything to hurt her." Mina ignored him as she continued storming off after you, your father standing up beside Jungkook as he waited for some kind of explanation to come from him.

The door was being knocked on repeatedly but you weren't interested in hearing anything, you'd made Mina go and fetch the car around while you tried to get changed out of your dress but you couldn't do it alone. Instead, you sat down on the floor crying into your hands at the thought of Jungkook ever doing something like that. Your head and your heart conflicted with one another. The whole time you'd felt as though something was wrong and now this had happened. Maybe in your gut, you knew that Jungkook had done something bu even then it didn't feel right. After knowing Jungkook for so long you knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt anyone, he wouldn't even kill a spider.

"Babe please," Jungkook pleaded as he continued to hit his fists on the door, your father out there with him. You could hear them both talk to one another about how to let one of them in but you weren't going to.

"Listen to me, nothing happened. I went to the club, that's true but I promise you nothing happened between me and-" He stopped talking when the door swung open, you were standing there with makeup running down your cheeks. Sobbing as you stared into his eyes, searching for any signs that he was lying but he wasn't.

"Then why is she saying all of this why would she-" Jungkook cut you off before you could ramble,

"Because she hates us, remember why she wasn't invited in the first place? Why you haven't spoken to her in over ten years?" His hands were cupping your face as he stared into your eyes trying to calm you down and make you see the sense in all of this.

"S-She tried to tell me you cheated on me with her before." Memories of your time in high school came flooding back as you remembered her coming up to you in the middle of a lesson to tell you falsely that she and Jungkook had been sleeping together behind your back.

"We both know that I would never, ever cheat on you." You whimpered as you thought back on the church full of people that were all waiting for you to go back out there.

"Is she gone?" You mumbled looking over at your father who was smiling weakly at you, the second Jungkook had pleaded with him at the altar trying to convince him that nothing had happened he knew he was telling the truth.

"She is. I had your uncles escort her out after she claimed she still had Jungkook's DNA on her and she would prove it." You groaned at the thought and Jungkook looked at you,

"We can go back out there and get married or we can wait another month or two whatever you want, baby." The thought of putting off your wedding one more month was awful to you, you'd saved up for so long and nothing was going to ruin your big day with Jungkook.

"I want to get married," You reassured him as you walked back into the room and wiped the eyeliner and mascara that had been running down your cheeks.

"Ladies and gentleman! The bride and groom!" Your father announced, the double doors opening again so that you and Jungkook could walk back to the vicar again. The whole thing was explained away as a crazy ex-best-friend trying to ruin your perfect day.

"If any person knows any cause as to why the couple should not be wed, they should “speak now, or forever hold their peace.” Mina stepped out of place to look around the hall of people,

"If you have nothing nice to say then leave! There is no REAL reason why they shouldn't be married," You moaned at her to get back into her place and she smirked at you while the vicar continued on with the vows.

"Then you may kiss the bride," Jungkook smirked as he grabbed onto you tightly and dipped you down,

 "I've been waiting all night for this." You giggled wrapping your arms around his neck as he kissed you passionately in front of everyone. People cheering and clapping as they got up from your seats.

When you pulled away you smiled looking into Jungkook's eyes,

"Shall we go to the party, Mrs Jeon?" He questioned as he looked at you, raising his eyebrow as he got ready to pick you up in his arms.

"I think we shall Mr Jeon," You bit down on your lip as he picked you up and began carrying you out of the church in the direction of the waiting wedding car for you. The only thing you could see behind you was Mina holding onto Jimin's ear as she pulled him in the direction of their car, no doubt yelling at him for going out the night before your big day.

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Chapter 10

TW: Mentions of blood

Words Count: 1.4k

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Don’t cry. You chant to yourself a thousand times through each step. You continue walking, though at some point you stop to take off your heels once you feel like your feet couldn’t take it anymore. Sighing, you continue walking barefooted.

It seems like a very long walk. You’re extremely exhausted, physically and mentally, your feet are screaming in pain from walking barefoot in the cold and through the rough gravel.

But you made it. Alas, you made it home. You almost cry in relief once you arrive at the doorstep. You were on the verge of collapsing yet you made it upstairs and into the bathroom and strip yourself naked immediately before climbing into the bath tub.

You cry for a long time in the tub. You brush your own skin so roughly as if that could erase Minhyuk’s touches on you until your skin is all red. You cry for another hour after that before you finally climb out of the tub reluctantly when the water’s starting to turn cold.

You really don’t have the energy or the strength or the mood to cook dinner but you still force yourself and dragged your aching feet to the kitchen. You cried again in the kitchen, alone and it left you feeling pathetic more than ever. You thought the miseries in your life ended yet one thing keeps coming after another.

You’re too absorbed in your own thoughts that you jump when you hear someone calling your name. You turn to see Jimin, still in his work attire.

Flustered, you turn back around immediately, blink your eyes several times and wipe whatever remaining liquid on your cheeks dry.

You clear your throat first before speaking. “Have a seat. Your dinner’s ready.”

You almost half expect him to refuse and say he’d shower first. You wished he would so you could have a bit more time to calm down.

But instead, he takes his seat and just silently watches you so you try your best not to trip over anything or crumble under his intent stare.

You want to leave immediately but Jimin just glares at you so you silently sit and fill the plate as little as you can and start eating or more like, forking at your own food.

Silence with Jimin is mostly bearable these days with him, almost comfortable even. But today there’s almost none of it. It’s almost unbearable.

“Did anything happen to you at the office today?” He asks, breaking the silence.

You freeze. Could he possibly- no. He wouldn’t. You remember Minhyuk’s words and he couldn’t have possibly known. So you shake your head slowly, looking down at your plate.

He sighs. He waits for a long time before speaking again. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re being harassed at work?”

You look up at him, eyes widening. “How did you kn-“

“Are you fucking stupid?” He suddenly bellows at you making you flinch. “Why did you go and see him? Were you asking for it?”

You eyes water immediately, never in your life have you felt so unfairly accused, not even when your brother throws accusing words of things you didn’t do.

Maybe because it’s Park Jimin. Because it’s him. That it breaks your heart into pieces when he says it.

For a split second, he just stares at you angrily before turning softer once he sees you cry.

“I didn’t ask for it.” You say through watery eyes.

He sighs. “I’m- sorry.” Then he looks at you. “Nevermind that. Why didn’t you fucking tell me?”

You flinch again then swallows. “I.. I’m scared you wouldn’t believe me.”

He scoffed. “So you think I’d just let anyone touch my property? Don’t come for work anymore.”

Your eyes widen and without knowing it, you reach forward and grab his hand. “No! No please- please I swear I’d do everything to avoid him. Just please, I.. want to work with you-“ you stop mid sentence. You slowly withdraw the hand that clutched his. What you meant to say was the workplace was the only place you could talk with him.. place you can find similar topics to talk about..

For the briefest moment, you think you see his gaze softening but it‘s too short a span of time to be sure. “Fine. Don’t come running to me if something happens.”

And he leaves the dining room and storms out. You cry again.

Once you’ve calmed down, you don’t even bother to clean the dishes, you’ll do it tomorrow and gets up to head upstairs but groans loudly when you feel aching pain from the sole of your feet.

You really need to sit down and assess the severeness of the wound on your feet after this. You have a feeling it’s bad enough seeing that you’re having trouble taking steps properly without wincing.

You made it upstairs eventually after much difficulty. Jimin wasn’t in the bedroom, you assume he’s in his study. You are just sitting on the edge of your bed when your eyes catch the liquid glinting on the floor.

Blood?

At the exact same time, the doors open and Jimin appears holding something you can’t quite ascertain yet and you immediately plant your feet to the floor and pull it backwards as if to hide them. He approaches you, sits himself beside you and doesn’t utter a single thing when he leans down to grab your ankle and forces your feet up on his lap.

“Jimin what are y-“

“You don’t realize there’s blood from each of your step right to the door of the bathroom when you enter the house, did you?”

You still and completely muted because you’re barely processing it yourself. You finally take notice that Jimin brought first-aid kits to treat you. He holds your ankle firmly and starts wiping the blood clean with tissue.

You must’ve stepped on sharp things at one point but too tired to notice or feel the pain anymore under your feet.

You look at your husband who’s entirely engrossed in treating your wounds. He’s unfairly handsome in his white shirt, you think.

“I can do it myself-“ you start to move your feet but then Jimin grabs it back twice harder.

“Hold fucking still.” He grunts and you almost want to laugh.

As someone who lives in the dangerous world, Jimin is very familiar with blood. Although he’s been married to you and he did almost everything to hide the dark part of his life from you, he doesn’t dismiss the fact that someone might just come up and do something to you. And when he comes home earlier and saw blood on each step towards the house, his blood runs cold immediately. Did some enemy of his sniffs about you? Did they decide to come and take you because they want something from him? You were all on his mind until he hears noises in the kitchen, his heart pounding fiercely until he finally sees you, cooking and preparing his meal as if everything’s normal.

She’s fine.

He lets out a relieved sigh and a long breath, one he didn’t know he’s been holding. Once he realises that, he doesn’t know what to think. He cared for you, more than he lets on.

“Thank you.” You say softly once he’s done. He doesn’t say anything but just hands you a pill. “What’s this?”

He reaches beside you towards the side table and pours an empty water from the jug and hands the glass to you. “Painkiller.”

You take the glass from him and stares briefly at the pill. “You seem to have a lot of them.” You say, remembering one of the early encounters with him and him giving you the painkillers. Doesn’t seem much different from now.

“Yeah and you will keep having to swallow them if you don’t know how to take care of yourself and doesn’t stop being stupid.” He hisses at you and you recoil instantly. He gets up immediately and then leaves you feeling worse at yourself again.

You wake up the next morning with sunlight shining brightly on your face that you sits up almost immediately. What time is it?

You mean to glance at the clock on bedside table but finds a note there.

Don’t come for work. Rest or I’ll knock you off again myself.

It’s not a sweet message. It isn’t. But why the hell do you feel flutters in your stomach?

You finally glance at the clock. It’s already 11AM- did you really sleep through all the morning? You grab the packet of pills Jimin gave you last night and stares at it suspiciously.

Temazepam.

Frowning, you reach for your phone and googled the word.

Temazepam is a medication used to treat trouble sleeping-

Your freaking husband gave you a sleeping pill. For the first time ever, you feel like punching your own husband.

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[wtf-yoongi]

Pouty baby.

pairing | yoongi x reader

summary | you’re leaving early in the morning, but can’t resist saying goodbye in person

genre/warnings | i think soft yoongi hours should be a genre + the fluffiest sleepiest yoongi

words | 1,010

note | wrote this bc of that part in bon voyage when yoongi and jimin are sharing a bed (you know what part i’m talking about). i have it saved and named the file daily dose of serotonin bc it just is

The whole place is quiet. Granted, this is probably the only time it will ever be – when everyone’s asleep.

You take careful steps around the cold floor, socketed feet not making a single noise as you move. To be honest, the living area is a little messy and you fight the urge to fix the placement of a few plushies and fold a blanket. 

You shake your head slightly and think to yourself this isn’t what you came here for. The detour is already likely to cause your arrival at the airport to be a little later than you wanted to, let’s not make it too late to catch the flight, shall we?

As you continue to move towards the narrow corridor with doors to the bedrooms, you try your best to remember which is actually the right one. You’ve only been here a couple of times, making an appearance when the cameras are off and the staff can warmly wave their hands, inviting you in as they wrap filming for the day.

Deciding to take your chances, you slowly push the first door to your right. It’s still very dark inside, curtains closed and allowing them a few extra hours of sleep, but no amount of darkness could ever stop you from recognizing his slim body or the way he always sleeps with his hands tucked underneath his head or the pillow.

There’s no helping the smile that turns the corners of your lips upwards or the tight grip that Yoongi seems to have on your heart regardless of the fact he’s not even awake. He would be the first to tell you there’s absolutely no reason why you should feel this way – he’s yours anyway –, but your beating organ doesn’t really care about that.

Walking closer, you move to the side he’s sleeping on and bend to carefully place a hand on his shoulder. You know you’re not going to get a reaction out of him with that alone, so your hand starts moving up and down slowly, softly squeezing his arm.

Yoongi wakes up with an intake of air, quickly but clumsily turning in your direction. When he looks at you, you immediately place a finger in front of your mouth and point to the sleeping figure next to him – Jimin is still unconscious and, honestly, also looking like he’s going to be for a long time.

“This has to be quick,” you start, voice not above a whisper. “I have to go, but I wanted to say goodbye.”

Yoongi blinks a few times, brain processing the information as fast as it can after being awake for only a few seconds. He soon nods and moves his hands to help free his legs of the comforter, standing up in a second and turning you around by your shoulders to walk towards the bedroom door again.

When you’re outside and there’s enough space around the both of you, Yoongi takes your left hand just to wrap it around his middle. Your chests are pressed together now and you can feel his slow breathing hit your right ear.

“I was stupid to agree it was best for you to not catch the same flight as us,” he speaks unhurriedly and lowly, voice heavy with sleep. Yoongi turns his face so he’s now snuggling into your neck. “So, so stupid.”

“You’ll be home a day later, it’s not that much of a difference,” you try to cheer him up when all you want is to say the same. You also had agreed to not take the same flight – something you deeply regret now Yoongi is warm and cuddly in front of you. “There are going to be cameras around, it is really for the best that I…”

“That is the silliest excuse,” he whines. “They could’ve just edited you out. I would personally edit you out if it meant I had you sitting next to me instead of whoever is going to sit next to me.”

You can help the short laugh that escapes your lips or the hand that starts running up and down his back, trying to bring him some sort of comfort. Meanwhile, Yoongi leaves a lingering kiss right where your t-shirt ends and the exposed skin begins. 

“You’re such a pouty baby sometimes.”

“I am,” he admits, leaving the curve of your neck alone and cold to look into your eyes. “I’m sleepy and you’re here only to leave me behind, of course I’m a pouty baby.”

You smile warmly before leaving a peck on the corner of his pouty lips. “Yoongi, I’m sorry, I really have to go now or I’ll be late for check-in.”

“Ok…” He nods and looks a bit defeated as he takes a step back to let you go. “Is someone driving you?”

“No, I’m getting a cab. I got one here too,” you add, reluctantly moving towards the entrance of the house again, where you left your luggage and bag. Yoongi is quick to take your hand in his, walking barefoot by your side.

“Then text me when you get there.”

“Will do.”

He only lets go of your fingers when you’re next to the door and there’s no way you can bend down to put on your shoes with his digits still intertwined with yours. Yoongi then leans on the wall next to him and yawns – and you could swear it takes all of your self-control to not purposely miss this flight.

“You’re all ready?” He asks just as your shoulder takes the weight of your bag. You quietly nod. “Give me a goodbye kiss.”

You straighten yourself and open your arms, inviting Yoongi in. He’s still warm from the bed, hair all over the place, face slightly puffy and you can’t help squishing his cheeks when he gets closer.

You kiss him softly, lips molding around his lower protruding one. “I should’ve tucked you in bed before going,” you say and leave another kiss there, this time for a while longer. “My pouty baby boy.”

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[mypersonmyg]

crash and learn | myg, kth, jjk

pairing: yoongi x reader ft. maggie x taehyung, dani x jeongguk

genre: fluff, college au, the misery chick au

rating: pg15

wc: 2.3k

warnings: swearing, not really edited

summary: you and yoongi just want some time alone OR maybe jeongguk and taehyung will finally stop crashing your dates

a/n: haha i bet you thought i forgot but i didn’t! its drabble week and i will be posting one every day this week (weekends debatable)...this one is a part of the misery chick universe but also you don’t have to read it to get it because...

this is for my FAVORITE CUTIE MAGGIE @kimtaehyunq​!!!! who asked me to write a cute tae and jeongguk request ft herself and yours truly <3 and i think its fun to have one universe with all the members being with one of my friends so,,,maybe more coming?,,,either way i might write another drabble or two to sort of bring this one full circle, maybe not this week but yeah

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[the misery chick]

One date turned to two and two to three, needless to say that months later and Min Yoongi still finds room to swoon for the girl who thought him puffing smoke before the start of the period. The misery chick isn’t gone, but the words are forbidden within a radius of the two of you, more likened to prolonged stares and the occasional glares of those wondering about the developing development of your arms locked and stares stopping on your respective pupils dilated in the glare of the midday sun. 

Though those passersby who let Yoongi pass by for too long without a positive step in the direction of his natural charms hold their tongues, the boys that fill the round of the courtyard picnic don’t hesitate to gag into half eaten sandwiches and dribble the purple fizz from the cans perched at their lips. 

“This is a little excessive, no?” Taehyung, the least bothered of the present, pipes up. He slurps from a straw that traces the length of his arm, wrapping the sleeve of his half buttoned button up. No one dared ask about his latest purchase, Jeongguk who was slurping from his juice box even eyeing with envy the can perfectly placed atop a tuft of grass, feeding into the straw at Taehyung’s lips. “When you invited us on a picnic I was hoping for a little more ‘we time’ and a little less ‘you time’.”

“To be clear, we didn’t invite you.”

“I like to think it was an open invitation,” Jeongguk shrugs, falling back against the blanket spread beneath you. 

Yoongi kisses his teeth, his own position resting against your chest, the perfect avenue for the pass of a grape from your fingers to his lips. He’s too content to bother with the bothersome nature of his uninvited roommates, both found minutes before his departure scavenging the lunch he’d spent the better part of the morning putting together. It was only the delighted pitch of your giggles that stopped him from scolding the two and sending them on their way when they followed you out of the door. He even caught you sneaking a few extra snacks into the basket for the fiends. 

“The point is, I will not hesitate to press my face to Yoongi’s because this is supposed to be a date.” 

“Press your face? That’s fuckin’ weird can’t you just say kiss?” Taehyung snatches the grape from your hand midair, sending Yoongi a smug smirk when he pops it past his geometric lips humming along with the satisfactory burst of the skin against his tongue. 

“No, because it makes you uncomfortable.” You tut, quickly replacing the grape to remedy the pout pulling at Yoongi’s cheeks. “This’ll teach you two to stop crashing our dates!” 

Dates is, in fact, plural because the tag along of your spritely comrades has been less and less few and far over the course of just a few weeks. You aren’t blind to the odd trend, not missing the attachment of Jeongguk specifically with each expected visit. Only recently had Taehyung begun to fill the void at Jeongguk’s side, previously partnered with any member of the house available at the time. 

What you’ve failed to account for with every impromptu double date is Jeongguk’s wise up with each stand in. He began to worm his way with Hoseok, clear that Yoongi would never turn down his best friend and you would never turn down Jeongguk. He would then try his hand with each member of the house, the worst of them being Jimin who had them sent away without even a morsel of the pizza you and Yoongi planned on sharing that day. 

It was that evening that Yoongi stood barefoot in his doorway, scratching at his brows toeing the reason behind Jeongguk’s sudden interest in you to which Jeongguk sputtered and blushed Yoongi out of the door with the assurance that his interest in you still remained platonic despite your commonalities and attraction. 

Jeongguk would never disclose the reason for his sudden interest in the almost daily escapades of Yoongi and yourself for fear that the blush painting his cheeks would be due to the teases and pressures of his friends, much the way he heard his hyungs pressuring Yoongi just months ago. He reasons that the position served Yoongi well, his eyes often traveling to the trace of your hand against Yoongi’s and frequent pecks to his forehead, his cheeks, he averts when you ‘press face’.

He wouldn’t dare admit the lift of his heart when you utter a defeated ‘I’ll just call Maggie and Dani, we can all catch a movie or something’ or when you plan ahead, which you’ve been doing more often, and the two meet you at your destination. The assumption of his appearance for the consumption that is often his source of a meal was accurate at the start. Your weekly dinners increasingly put on hold in place of a date with Yoongi, a point that Jeongguk used to his advantage the first night he beat Yoongi to the front seat of his own car while you snickered on the passenger side and Yoongi grumbled his way to the rear. 

His tactic had been to spend more time with his friend busied by love’s intoxicating hold, but his routine was struck by the catch of his own wrist in the hold of the bug. It was subtle before all at once, just an insignificant flutter passed off as a change in the weather, allergies. It was the not so subtle jab of Hoseok’s elbow into Jeongguk’s ribs after a particularly festive frolic through the spring festival that hipped him to his blind intentions. 

“Dude, you’ve been eying Dani for like three weeks and I’m tired of going on dates with you.” Suffice to say that was the last time Hoseok was glued to his side and Jeongguk only hoped the few feet between him and Dani just ahead provided a gap gaping enough to save her ears from Hoseok’s assail. 

It was a constant trial and error leading up to the night just a week ago that conjured Taehyung in stride, far too dressed up for casual with a confident glint in his eye. 

“You made the right call, I don’t know why it took you so long to make it, but I’m here now. The doctor is in.” Taehyung surveyed the small span of the restaurant's front entrance that day, confident in his abilities to  nudge Jeongguk ever closer to the girl he’s been crazy about for the past few weeks. He found it endearing that the youngest was having a hard time, especially when he was often the target of straying gazes and the not-so-subtle flirtations of all shades. 

It didn’t take long for all involved to realize that the doctor inconveniently called in sick from the moment Yoongi showed up with three ladies en route, one familiar from a photo Jeongguk scrounged and the second filled with a familiarity not quite familiar to Taehyung. You were quick to introduce her as Maggie, and Taehyung couldn’t form a sentence coherent enough for the rest of the night. 

If it weren’t for the quickened explanation on the drive home, Jeongguk would’ve been a lot less forgiving about his botched date, but here they are two weeks later, both lovestruck idiots jumping with each sound of crumpled grass while you and Yoongi are none the wiser to their intent. 

“So, what are we doing tomorrow? Aside from watching you two be all lovey dovey.” 

“I don’t know,” Yoongi’s head tilts, eyes squinting in the face of the sun’s rays. “What are you two doing tomorrow? I personally plan on spending the day with my girlfriend, preferably alone at some point.” 

“Huh, well there’s this horror marathon at the drive-in tomorrow and I was thinking we could all go!” Taehyung nudges Jeongguk’s leg, the younger immediately onboard with the suggestion. 

“Yeah! We could even invite Maggie and Dani so we have someone to talk to when you two inevitably claim the backseat for making out or whatever.”

You eye the two, eyes as wide as fresh puppies and smiles spanning the length of their cheeks. You aren’t completely blind to the trend of the past few weeks, but you haven’t been keen enough an observer to call them out on it until now. You’ve joked with Yoongi in private about your impromptu triple dates, most of the time brushed off with the shift of his lips to your own, too exhausted to think about anything but the moment he finally has you to himself. 

You nudge him with your knee, catching his eye with the minute dip of your head and the draw of your brow. 

“Ya know, you guys could always just go yourselves. I could give you their numbers,” You don’t miss the exchanged glances and tinted cheeks, Jeongguk’s eyes averting to the opposite end of the grass, one hand lifting to tug at the lobe of his ear. “I know Maggie is really into horror and Dani will def tag along if you ask nicely.” 

“Oh...they’re your friends though, I don’t think they’d wanna hang with us.” Taehyung sputters, nearly knocking the can at his side. Yoongi scoffs, head lolling from its place on your thigh. 

“You’re kidding right? The way those two act around you is not exactly subtle.” 

“What do you mean?” Jeongguk’s body leans forward, pupils doubled in hopeful curiosity. 

“I guess you’ll just have to see for yourself.” Yoongi shrugs. 

“And there’s no time like the present!” Your hands flag at something beyond the scope of their heads, Jeongguk freezing on the spot, but Taehyung’s neck craning to capture the bodies bounding over and moments later plopping in the convenient spaces between. Maggie squishes herself between you and Jeongguk while Dani takes the spot beside Taehyung. 

A panic flashes in both of their eyes when they note the unmatched arrangement of bodies. There was no specification as to who Maggie or Dani harbor unspoken feelings for, or what kind of feelings they are,  and the time to question has since vanished. 

The group falls to routine, broken conversations and voices piping in, Taehyung notes the lack of attention the girl that has a grip on his bursting appendage has paid in the past twenty minutes. A simple nod of the head or half smile is the only acknowledgement to his thoughtfully witty remarks. 

He doesn’t miss the drop of her hand to Jeongguk’s arm when he tells a funny joke, her head thrown back with exaggerated laughter and he fights to send a glare his way but thinks better as Jeongguk is too entranced by Dani who has barely said a word since sitting. 

“So, Tae was just telling us about this horror marathon they’re having at the drive-in tomorrow night. He and Guk wanna go.” You fill in once the six of you fall to comfortable silence. You catch Maggie sending a smirk Taehyung’s way, recovering at once when she peeks your gaze out of the corner of her eye. 

“Oh yeah?” 

“Yeah, Yoon and I could use some alone time so I thought you guys might wanna go with them.”

“Horror?” Dani speaks up, gently shifting to shield herself from Jeongguk’s wandering eyes. “That’s cool, but I don’t know that’s not really my thing.” 

“That's okay!” Jeongguk startles himself with his words, lowering his voice with a nervous chuckle. “I mean, we don’t have to stay the whole time, I wouldn’t mind leaving early. We could get some food or something.” 

“Hey, not all of us are chicken. I wanna stay the whole time,” Maggie pokes her tongue in Dani’s direction, earning the same in return. 

“I’m not chicken. There’s just only so much nuclear family, last girl blah blah blah that I can handle.” Dani shrugs, turning her attention to Jeongguk for the first time that he’s aware of, since she arrived. “It’s okay, you guys should just go without me.” 

“No, I wanna hang with you. We could go to this new pizza place in town if you’re interested?” Jeongguk is pleased to note that you and Yoongi have gone back to your regularly scheduled program, pretending as if your date hasn’t been crashed for the millionth time. Taehyung and Maggie, on the flip, are watching you two as if they’re already tucked into the boot of a car with popcorn between their fingers. 

“Um...I mean, if you really don’t mind. I don’t wanna steal you or them away from the movies.” 

“I’ll stay...ya know, Maggie and I. We could stay and watch the movies and you two could go after the first one or two.” Taehyung glances at Maggie whose eyes are already taking him in, flashing away the moment pupils meet. 

“Yeah, that’s always an option.” She agrees, flashing you a thumbs up. 

“Great!” Four heads snap in your direction, Yoongi is finally sitting upright and you’re all smiles, neatly folding your blanket to pass off. “So it sounds like you guys have a lot of planning to do and we have a lot of kissing to do, so we’ll be seein’ ya!” 

“Wait, don’t you guys wanna finish your food?” Maggie gestures to the half eaten meal left resting in the basket.

“No no, you guys have it. I’m actually in the mood for pizza now so we’ll probably grab some on the way home.” 

“Okay...bye, I guess.” Dani watches with scrunched brows and Jeongguk and Taehyung send Yoongi the same look he’s been sending for weeks for a completely different reason. He sends them a smirk, arm slung around your shoulders as the two of you leave your date crashers in the dust with potential of their own. 

“Have fun!” 

[angellgguk]

What if people just broke into the house somehow and OC’s alone with them and they force her to give them her things on gunpoint and out of nowhere daddy Jin just saves her ass😭😭😭😭😭😭😭HOW WILL THAT GO DOWN

Lmfaoooo I’ve been imagining the stupidest things in my head after reading daddy Jin

Breaking into Daddy Jin's house is like walking barefoot in fire like you CAN'T do that. He has security on top notch for two reason, one to keep OC in her place because she can blind people and pull stunts and second for his family's safety ofc he doesn't give a fuck about his belongings getting stolen.

To cater to your fantasy if anyone did break in then OC would be scared out of her wits and will let them take whatever they want (because it's Seokjin's money lol she doesn't care) and then Seokjin comes in you say? he's going to rage at so many people but first he'll get Jimin to take everyone to his lil basement for some nice conversations then he'll hold OC close to him until she calms down before he goes to see what went wrong.