#best friend jimin

[jeonggukookies]

better || nine

summary: life with your best friend, park jimin can't get any better than this :)

word count: 1235

genre: bestfriend!jimin, college!au, bestfriends to lovers!au - fluff

one || two || three || four || five || six || seven || eight || nine

“Took you guys long enough,” Taehyung said, opening the door to let you and Jimin enter their apartment. “You guys have no idea how long we’ve been waiting.” 

Before you could comment that they made it to the apartment twenty minutes after everyone else, you noticed all the guys and Tiffany gathered in the living room, sitting in a circle as if they were going to play duck duck goose. There were two visible pillows close to each other, probably for you and Jimin’s placement seats. 

“What is this?” Jimin asked, lightly tossing his black suit jacket onto the couch. He then grabbed your coat from you, settling it down on top of his. “Are you guys starting a cult in here? Should I turn off the lights and get the candles?” 

Sitting down, you noticed Taehyung had disappeared from the room. “Why did Tae just leave?”

“You’ll see,” Joon said. “Everyone has been waiting for this moment.” 

Taehyung came out of his room, holding a brown briefcase in one hand. He placed the briefcase in the middle of the circle. You and Jimin exchanged puzzling looks with each other, not understanding what was happening while everyone else was giggling in excitement to see the contents of the briefcase.

“Can you kill my curiousity and explain what is going on?” You asked.

“We may or may not have been placing bets on when you two would finally realize you're madly in love with each other,” Tiffany mumbled under her breath, avoiding eye contact with you. “Because EVERYONE knew you guys weren’t just best friends.” 

Your cheeks were flushing with embarrassment as everyone else agreed with Tiffany with mischievous grins on their faces. “You cannot be serious.” 

“Do you want to read the rules and agreement?” Taehyung asked, unfolding a piece of paper from his back pocket. He handed the piece of paper to you and Jimin to look at.

“You carry that around with you everywhere you go?” Jimin asked, raising his eyebrow. "Just in that back pocket?"

“Well, where else am I going to put it?”

You wanted to shout that he didn’t need to keep it on time at all, but you had already looked down at the paper, surprisingly impressed at how it was written as if it were a real binding contract. Reading out loud, you read,

Entry Fee: Each participant must contribute a nominal entry fee to join the betting pool. To participate, players must play a $50 fee. This fee serves as a token of commitment to the game. Selection of Dates: Participants must select a specific date or range of dates when they predict the best friends will transition from best friends to a romantic couple. The chosen dates must be recorded clearly to avoid any disputes later on. If the date (that a participant chose) has passed, yet nothing has happened, then this participant is able to place another prediction if they wager more money. For example, if Hobi put in ‘March of senior year’ and the time has passed, then he will not win the money and will have to place a new bet if he wanted to participate again. 

"Oh my god, how much money did you guys put in there?" Looking away from the paper, your jaw dropped to the floor, not believing what was happening. “Please tell me you guys only placed one prediction.”

"Just keep reading, Cousin," Taehyung pleaded. "I need my money back as fast as I can."

The paper continued to read:

Betting Deadline: All entries must be submitted before a predetermined deadline, ensuring that everyone has an equal opportunity to participate and make their predictions. The bet will end when they are a couple or if they marry other people. Judging Criteria: The transition from best friends to a romantic couple is defined by the moment when they publicly acknowledge their romantic feelings for each other or officially begin a romantic relationship. Although the two may do things more as best friends, they are not defined as a couple until it is officially told.   Winner Determination and Prize Distribution: The participant who accurately predicts the closest date to their transition from best friends to a romantic couple is declared the winner. The total prize pool, comprising the accumulated entry fees, is awarded to the winner(s) following the official confirmation of their romantic relationship. Celebratory Gathering: Upon the successful resolution of the bet and the announcement of the winner(s), all participants gather for a celebratory gathering or party to commemorate the occasion and revel in the joy of the couple's newfound romance. This fosters a sense of camaraderie and solidarity among friends, regardless of the outcome of the bet.

"I mean, I guess before we open everyone's date, congratulations you guys!" The room was filled with laughter as Jungkook applauded. "It is a celebration, you know." He pointed behind him, gesturing to the assortment of snacks and drinks laid out on the table. All the snacks and drinks were all your favorite or Jimin's. “It’s not a celebration without food.”

"We also want to give a big shoutout right now to our sponser, Seung-hyun. He provided all the snacks, drinks and gave us all pints of ice cream.”

"You cannot be for real!" You exclaimed. "You told this bet to Seung-hyun?”

Jimin covered his face of embarrassment with both his hands.

Seung-hyun, the owner of your favorite ice cream shop back from home, had secretly been wanting you and Jimin to be official, and you couldn’t believe it.

Everything seemed like a fever dream.

"Jimin, baby, of course I had to for our boy, Seung-hyun,” your cousin said. “He’s been a fan since day one.”

Flipping to the back of the paper, there was everyone’s bets. A lot of them crossed out. There were almost thirty entires, meaning that was almost $1500 in the briefcase.

taehyung: 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019 the year for real hobi: when jimin breaks up with yuna, when jimin breaks up with irene, when y/n breaks up with jae, when jimin finds out about jin and y/n, when jimin breaks up with jessica, when jimin confesses when y/n’s dad comes back in town after his breakup with jessica tiffany: spring break, summer break, drunk at a party before spring break second year joon: around christmas during university first year, around christmas during university second year, around christmas before everyone graduates from university seokjin: new years, valentine’s day where they’re both single, white day, when jimin dumps girlfriend #5, graduation jungkook: when y/n travels abroad, when jimin travels abroad, during the time taehyung is abroad, new years yoongi: never

Hobi and Joon, realizing they won, both reached for the briefcase at the same time. “You guys couldn’t have waited for two more weeks or so,” Jungkook groaned.

And at that moment, with everyone you and Jimin both loved, all laughing and cheering, you knew that life with Jimin couldn’t get any better than this.

Despite all the countless moments of missed opportunities and untold feelings all those years, the timing finally felt right for this exact moment. The power to heal the grief in your heart has finally let you see the chemistry and connection everyone else seemed to see.

The next chapter of your life is now going to be filled with shared dreams, laughter and a new kind of love with Jimin.

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the end! thank you for reading <3 (i am terribly sorry for the long wait). this story will hold a special place in my heart :')

hopefully one day i can rewrite this story and make it into something way better. so crazy to think i started this years ago. i miss bts and can’t wait for them to come back home <3 the best is yet to come :)

[muniimyg]

ALONE TOGETHER // MYG

you’ll always be his first choice

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yoongi spends too much time convincing you to not be anyone’s second choice all the while he remains yours

pairing: (protective) best friend yoongi + oc 

au/genre:

best friends to ???

crush au

fluff, slight, one-sided pining

warnings:

mentions of cheating

explicit language

feelings of being second choice

note: originally posted on @/meowachi ,, revised !!

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There’s an unfamiliar tension that invades the space between you and him. 

You’re fidgeting with your hands, trying your best to avoid eye contact. He’s here. Of course, he is. It’d be much more unlike him to not be. Yet, he stays silent, unable to pick a thought to express first. 

You’re sitting on the edge of your bed as he stands, leaning against your door frame. You can’t really make out what his facial expression is, but there is a weight of disappointment that presses your heart. It all feels too heavy—all too real. It didn’t need to be like this but the days of your avoidance fell in vain as the recently confirmed rumours exposed every bit of privacy you’ve been trying to keep.

“Yoongi—“

“Don’t.”

He exhales heavily and takes a step forward. “I.. I should’ve known better. I should’ve been here earlier.. I could have been. If you let me, you know?” Yoongi gives you a puzzled look. It was as if he was offended at your lack of needing him. “... And that’s the part where I’m confused.. Why didn’t you call me?”

He makes the move first. 

He sits next to you and places his hand on top of yours causing your fidgeting to stop. You look up and him and he feels like he was just punched in the stomach. Perhaps it was your tired expression and your dull eyes—whatever it was; it hurt to see you look the way you do now.

 You move your hand away and shrug. “Does it matter? You’re here now.” You say in an attempt to lighten the mood. He glares at you, refusing to give in to your words. A moment of silence falls upon you two again. 

“So.. How is he?” you ask Yoongi. Instantly, he groans in frustration. 

Are you serious? Were you always this annoying?

“Jimin dumps you for the girl he told you not to worry about… And you’re asking if he’s okay?” Yoongi’s words feel like salt being rubbed into your open wounds. “Not to mention that he practically cheated on you.”

You look at him with a soft smile but no words come out of your mouth. What was there to say? It already happened. Were you supposed to beg Jimin to stay with you? How could you live with yourself, fully knowing you’re the second choice? How could you continue to love him truly if his wandering eyes never glance your way?

Jimin’s mistreatment towards you almost feels like a joke. Everyone had warned him not to fuck up. Everyone warned you to keep your guard up. It was just the nature of him and the fate for you. Now, here is your best friend in the entire world; incredibly angry for you. He barged into your apartment to be some sort of damage control. 

The thing is; no part of you wants to admit how bad it really burns inside. You struggle to swallow your pride. But it is hard. It’s so fucking hard when you feel pathetic and useless. There’s no way you’d want to mix desperate in there. 

It was your pride that stopped you from calling Yoongi. He was right and it was too embarrassing to cry over someone he had told you not to give the time of day. On the contrary, you still believe Jimin was a good boyfriend—a great one even! However, he had a life and impulsive decisions that contradicted his promises to you. You didn’t expect commitment or an incredibly long relationship with him, but you did expect honesty.. 

And perhaps, honesty is what he gave when he dumped you. 

“He’s fucking amazing. He’s Jimin. Nothing really brings him down even if it’s his own bullshit,” Yoongi pauses and wonders if he should stop here. Should say the next part? He’s afraid they could possibly change your feelings. Could it? If it does.. Would it be for the better or worse?

“He asked about you, though.” Yoongi pauses, almost instantly regretting to speak up about this. maybe he should brush it off and leave it be.. This was his chance to protect you in a way.. Then, your eyes light up. Your eyes always light up this way whenever you have feelings for someone. It’s an observation Yoongi took the time to note. 

Putting his feelings aside, he dismisses his hesitation and fixates on your happiness. 

He should tell you. He has to tell you. 

“He asked about you.. First. That’s how I found out.. He told me.” Yoongi confesses.

Now he feels sick. 

He feels like he’s giving you false hope and making Jimin look humane when he’s such a villain.

Fucking shit does Yoongi really want you to hate Jimin. 

Even if it was for a split second, he wants you to take a moment and feel a fraction of the rage he feels towards Jimin. His frustration, anger, and resentment should be yours. Yet, you’re you. You aren’t the type to get angry and regretful. You love what comes along and wish for the best when it’s time to let go. Rarely do you fall apart and therefore rarely do you need Yoongi.

He hates that.  

“Did you hit him?” you ask softly, trying your best to mask your concern. You wish for a no. You wish for an answer that won’t make you feel like you’d have to choose between the two. “... You shouldn’t hit your friends.”

The corner of Yoongi’s mouth twitches. 

“No,” he chuckles as you let out a relieved breath. “I didn’t hit him. Was about to… But I thought about it. Mid-swing, I realize you’d probably be madder at me than him.” 

See, Yoongi has always been the nonchalant type. No one doubts how far his anger could drive him. Fortunately for everyone, he is a patient man. Nevertheless, his patience has a bad habit of fracturing whenever it comes to you. He always been protective of you. As for you; you expect better from him. You know he’s better than hateful actions. 

“Jimin told me you said you wanted space… He thought you told me.. That’s why he brought it up. Then, when he realized I didn’t know—he went full defense mode.”

You sigh. “Keep me updated, yeah? Jimin is still a good guy. He is still your friend.”

“Not a very good one if he’s fucking my best friend over.” Yoongi snaps. “You need to stop letting yourself be treated so poorly.”

You laugh. “Noted.”

For a moment, you two are okay. For a moment, Yoongi isn’t pissed and you aren’t hurt. You sink into the cozy feeling and decide to carry the conversation into a different direction. “Anyways, how are you?”

“No,” Yoongi says sternly. “___, we’re not doing that. I’m here for you. You’ve been avoiding me. You’ve been cheated on and—“

“Yoongi, I know what happened to me. It’s clear that you do too. We’ve established it so you don’t need to repeat it,” you snap. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

He groans at you. 

In response, you throw your hands in the air and roll your eyes at him. “See? this is why I didn’t call you. God, I knew you’d do this.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, shakes his head, and almost laughs at you. “Do what? Worry about you? That’s kind of what a friend is for. This is called a friendship. Me communicating and trying to protect you—this is shit men do. Something Jimin—“

“Stop it. He did communicate. I just wasn’t his choice. End of story.”

“And that’s the dumbest bullshit he could ever pull. I mean, how could anyone not choose you?”

“To each their own.”

“Fuck that and fuck him,” Yoongi scoffs. “I choose you.”

Your eyes widen and so does his when he realizes the words that fell out of his mouth. What happens now? It’s such an odd thing to say, no? Yoongi has never said anything like this to you before. When you look at him, you see his gaze had softened and even if there was a slightly panicked look on his face… There was also an underlying sense of relief.

It’s as if he had confessed a secret. 

You brush it off. Clearing your throat, you ask him; “A-are you done? Because I’m, uh, n-not in the mood for this. I don’t need you to—“

“To what? I didn’t come here to say ‘I told you so,’ ___. Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Then why are you here?” you huff, beginning to feel more and more defeated.  “Just go, Yoongi. I want to be alone.”

“We can be alone together.” 

It’s then when you look up at him, eyes watering and feelings on the edge of a cliff. You take a deep breath. Holy shit, you’re so tired of this. You stand up but he catches your hand and pulls your body into his embrace. Before you can protest, he holds you tighter. 

“It’s me, ___. It’s us.” he comforts you. “Fall apart or go numb, whatever. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Unsure of what stirs in you—perhaps it’s the days worth of holding everything in—but tears begin to fall from your eyes. Your inhale is cut short and disrupted by a hitch and the ache in your chest. It takes over. It practically consumes you the moment you let it. 

“I hate how you can j-just—how y-you can get me like this,” you cry, poking his chest passive-aggressively. Soon, your hands form a fist and you’re beginning to hit his chest as light cries escape your lips. As predicted, the louder you begin to break, the slower and lighter you hit him. When you come to a stop, he places his hands on top of yours. “I hate you,” you mumble.

He hushes you and holds you as you begin to tremble.

Yoongi moves the two of you into your bed. He wraps his arms around you as you cuddle up to him while you continue to cry. His sweet nothings calm your cries. He holds you tighter to calm you. His hands are placed patting the top of your head or rubbing your back. While he does all this, Yoongi wonders what it would be like to hold you in a totally opposite situation. 

One where you’re happy and hung up on him. One where you don’t feel like shit and he’s just trying his best not to cross any lines. 

After a while, you finally calm down. His arms and wrist felt a little numb, but it was worth it. He tucks his chin to take a peek at your state. Your eyes are puffy and your nose is a little red from the crying… But you look relieved. You look like you could rest tonight and if he’s not mistaken, you also look a little sleepy. The truth is; you just feel safe. 

He does this so well. He holds you better than Jimin.

“I wanted to face it alone and deal with it.. Pretend like it didn’t matter and that I could handle it..” you say, eyes slowly fluttering closed. Your voice gets softer and sleepier. He hushes you, promising that you don’t need to explain yourself. “No, because… It’s like whatever I do.. I just feel so alone. I figured there was no point in calling you because honestly… I still feel empty with you here, Yoon. What do we do about that?” 

He wishes he had an answer. Yoongi wishes he could find the perfect words for you and form some sort of metaphor that could change your perspective on everything. He should’ve majored in English Lit or something. 

Although, he can’t say he’s not surprised or offended by how blunt you are. He knows you’re all about transparency. It’s probably why you’re still a little hung up on Jimin: he came clean. He had an honest conversation with you, which only complicated your feelings for him even more. Now, the issue wouldn’t just be on how you’d have to learn to unlove Jimin, rather it would have to do with your new perspective on honesty and trust. 

Is honesty really worth it? Is it really that good? From the looks of it; maybe some things are better left in the dark.

Yoongi knows it’ll take time for you to adjust to the pain, but a big part of him wishes you could let him in more. After all, you can’t heal what you won’t touch, right?

So he lies there, wondering to himself when could he ever be enough for you. It confused him how you still felt alone when he was giving his all to be here with you. How much closer did he have to be to get to your heart? 

Your face is buried into the crook of his neck. Your makeup was smudging over his shirt and his arms had already given out from holding you for so long still, he stays. He doesn’t dare move or feel the need to complain. This is what he gets—pieces of you that others leave behind.

No part of him gets it.

Yoongi will forever wonder why he’s the one who’s left to help you clean up when you could be with him and never need to feel like this. Don’t you know that you don’t need to be in a position of loving someone who gives you up like you’re a choice? Like you’re an option?

To Yoongi, there’s no choice when it comes to you. 

That’s what he has learned from being friends with you all these years. The irony is that he'll spend hours unending trying to convince you that being a second choice isn't worth it.

Yet, that's what he is to you.

The worst part is that even if he had a choice, he’d still choose to be in love with you. 

What do we do about that?

[minieggukie]

how nice it is to work with your best friend for the rest of your life

[kawaikisses]

m.list ; Reading list.

Updated. Jan 22, 2024.

Note : I read k-pop idols x reader/ orginal female character fics, so this list is organized keeping that in mind, I do not personally have any issues with other genders, this is just my preference. Thankyou. If you hate unnecessarily, sincerely, no fucks will be given.

(everything is organized by alphabetical order)

↬𝐁𝐘 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄.

angst .

fluff .

smut .

↬𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐔’𝐒.

artist au .

arranged marriage au .

assassin au .

baker au .

bartender au .

BDSM au .

best friend’s brother au .

best friends to lovers au .

best friend’s sister au .

boyfriend au .

camboy au .

camgirl au .

camp counselor au .

CEO au .

chef au .

childhood friends to lovers au .

club au .

college au .

coworker au .

crime au .

dad au .

doctor au .

dancer au .

detective au .

divorce au .

enemies to lovers au .

established relationship au .

exes to lovers au .

fantasy au .

farm au .

father au .

friends to benefits au .

friends to lovers au .

fuckboy au .

fuckgirl au .

forbidden au .

gamer au .

god au .

hitman au .

horror au .

husband au .

hybrid au .

idiots to lovers au .

idol au .

king au .

lawyer au .

mafia au .

magic au .

medical au .

musician au .

neighbours au .

noona au .

one night stand au .

photographer au .

pirates au .

professor au .

prince au .

rich au .

road trip au .

roommate au .

royalty au .

second chance au .

secret relationship au .

sex worker au .

single parent au .

social media au .

songwriter au .

soulmate au .

spy au .

superhero au .

supernatural au .

tattoo artist au .

teacher au .

unrequited love au .

vampire au .

werewolf au .

wife au .

↬𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒.

kim namjoon .

kim seokjin .

min yoongi .

jung hoseok .

park jimin .

kim taehyung .

jeon jungkook .

ot7 .

↬𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄.

drama .

hurt/comfort .

magic .

mutual pining .

mystery .

romance .

slow burn .

thriller .

age play .

crack .

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Note : since Tumblr only allows 100 links per page, so this list will be continued in another page, which is linked down below.

↬masterlist continued .

[vivrhan]

　　　𝖨𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌, 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇

@ynjiu

[btsstaysgold]

vmin are literally soulmates and no one can tell me otherwise!!

(crtto)

[kingofbodyrolls]

Coming Home (m) | PJM (masterlist)

Summary: When your best friend, Park Jimin, who you’ve had a crush on since forever, suggests you stay at his house to heal and find yourself again after a series of traumatizing events had haunted you for years, you don’t hesitate to accept. Within those walls, a safe haven is woven, where wounds can heal and memories find release. As he nurtures your shattered spirit, an unexpected intimacy unfurls, leaving the fragile barrier between friendship and deeper emotions in question - can you keep your feelings hidden?

Pairing: Jimin x reader (female, “Y/N”)

Genre/AU: Best friends to lovers!au, detective!jimin, slice of life, healing after trauma, angst, smut and fluff.

Rating: mature/explicit/R18

Word count (for whole series): 44K

Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTS— it’s just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you don’t like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you 🌸

Warnings for whole series: Mention of past abuse and sexual assault (r*pe), attempted sexual assault, trauma, stalking, fighting, trust issues, insecurities, slightly thriller vibes, angst, fluff, explicit smut (multiple scenes), kissing, cuddling/spooning, unprotected sex (stay safe - OC’s on the pill), penetrative sex, oral sex (f and m receiving), slice of lice, healing after trauma (including therapy sessions), guns, BIG feelings, protective Jimin, previous character death (a parent), Jimin being soft and loving, self defense, humor, degrading words (whore and bitch).

There will be separate/specific warnings on each part/chapter.

Coming Home - Part 1 [20K]

Coming Home - Part 2 [18,5K]

Coming Home - Epilogue [5,3K]

[ye-xiu]

I NEED A WAY WE CAN DREAM ON ... ⤿ for @kimtaegis​​ ♡

mixed media collage: sketch paper, map of the soul: 7 photobook, jotter pad paper, digital photos and editing.

[goldenalbum]

i hope every shipper and solo stan who hates any member(s) of bts knows their faves would fucking despise them 💗 i wish yall bitches a very terrible night

[maliciousblog]

Bestfriend (Jimin)

Note: this is just a quick drabble I wrote when I was bored.

You and Jimin were bestfriends you would do everything together.

During the weekdays you would go to classes together and during the break you would eat together both of you had little routines and rituals.

During the weekends you would go watch random movies or go on night walks and have hot ramen by the riverside.

That was until she showed up. The new girl Kara.

You noticed Jimin stealing glances at Kara.

Being the supportive best friend you were you encouraged him to go say hi to her.

After days of encouraging him he finally went up to her and asked her out.

You were happy for him as long as he was happy you were too.

But your happiness was short lived.

He started to spend more time with her than you at first you didn't mind because you thought he would eventually remember that you existed.

As the days passed you felt as if you were becoming invisible to him he stopped hanging out with you. Ditched your routine weekend plans.

His calls became less frequent and eventually stopped. He rarely texted you and on the rare occasion when he did he was extremely dry.

You were hurt, you spent weeks crying your eyes out but you eventually got over him.

There was no use crying over someone who didn't love you or atleast that's what you thought.

Months went by you eventually made yourself forget about him and made new friends.

You were slowly feeling happy again.

Your new friend Jun invited you out to go to the movies this weekend.

You would be lying if you said you weren't excited. You had a little crush on him and when he asked you out you felt as if your heart would explode out of your chest.

When the weekend came you raided your wardrobe and pulled out a simple dress that you saved for special occasions. In fact you forgot that Jimin was the one that got you the dress.

You did your make and hair when you heard Juns car pull up in the drive way.

You hopped in and went to the theater.

Everything seemed to be going as planned.

You didn't notice the pair of eyes giving you the death glare.

You and jun were now seated in the theater he acted like he was yawning and placed his arms around your shoulders making you blush.

Little did you know someone behind you was plotting his death.

Jimin was furious. He knew that what he did to you wasn't right. But you were his bestfriend

You should only spend your time with him and no one else.

Seeing you wearing the dress he gifted you just added fuel to the fire.

All the memories you both shared came flooding in.

He felt rage and sadness build up inside him.

He would make you his again no matter what and the first step would be to eliminate Jun.

He followed Jun home after he dropped you off and waited for him to fall asleep.

He slid into through the window.

Took out his hunting knife and sent it plunging through his heart.

No one could take you away from him.

You were his alone....

[cookiesuga55]

A New Flavor

Soft, tubby Omega Jungkook is tired of how Alphas treat him. He wants to be doted on, not owned. For some reason, Alphas see the curvy boy and think it's their right to sink their teeth in and take a bite. Jungkook is so fed up, he's thinking of swearing off Alphas for good.

He complains to his best friend Jimin after every sour date. Is it so hard to consider that an Omega might want more from a hookup? More than the same hard, fast brutal pace that every rut-crazed Alpha gives, overly eager to pop a knot with such a soft, pretty thing underneath them. Only focused on themselves with brutal hands grabbing soft pudge, greedy and taking rather than ever considering giving.

Jungkook is over it.

Jimin understands so well. He snuggles Jungkook and massages through his dark curls as the Omega whines and pouts. The Beta's scent is inoffensive to Jungkook's sensitive nose. Soft sun-soaked linen in spring, not the deep overpowering musks and dominating spices that radiate off of Alphas and make Jungkook want to sneeze.

"I'm over it for good, hyung!" Jungkook whines for the millionth time, snuggling into Jimin's comforting sweetness, "why can't Alphas just be... better."

Jimin snorts in agreement. He's been through his fair share. Jungkook whines for help again, sulky and at wits end.

"Koo, have you ever considered trying a Beta? I can assure you that my experience has been quite the opposite. We have to work harder to pleasure, you know? We don't have all of those pheromones and whatnot to do the heavy lifting for us."

Jungkook sits up as the words sink in, now keenly aware that he's plopped in Jimin's lap.

"I-"

Jimin quirks a brow, and Jungkook squeaks.

"Hyung, are you flirting with me?"

Jimin shrugs playfully, but his hands resting on Jungkook's soft hips give a little squeeze. "Only if you're wanting me to. I was just proposing a solution to your problem, not saying it has to be me."

Jungkook purses his lips, thinking. Jimin... might be right. "It's good advice..." he mumbles. He's never really considered Betas an option before, and he really takes a moment to study Jimin's face. It's one that he's known from countless years of friendship. Soft, full lips. Curved almond eyes that crinkle with Jimin's smile. Gentle slopes rather than the sharp angles and harsh lines characteristic of Alphas. Warm. Safe.

"You're staring at me." Jimin chuckles, "is there something on my face?"

Jungkook shakes his head no, full cheeks feeling warm. He gulps. "Is that, um... are you offering?"

Jimin blanches, all of his playful flirtation so present in their friendship fizzled away the second it becomes real.

"Koo, I wasn't trying to come onto you or anything, especially when you're vulnerable- Just- I was just trying to make you feel better-"

Jungkook can't help but smile. Jimin is always so sweet. "No, Minie, you make a valid point. As you say... I haven't tried a Beta. It might be just what I need... A new flavor, so to speak." Something switches in Jungkook's mind, a shift in their dynamic. Sitting on Jimin's lap like this, perched over him with his soft tummy and chest pressed against Jimin's lean one... Jungkook suddenly feels so pretty. So soft and powerful at the same time.

"Would you like to, hyung?" He leans in, caging Jimin with his elbows sinking into the back of the couch. Jimin's cheeks are staining with color as Jungkook's confidence increases by the minute.

"L-like to what?"

"Try an Omega..." Jungkook all but purrs, nose brushing Jimin's.

"Baby, please-" Jimin's affectionate nickname has never felt so charged as it does falling off of his lips with a soft exhale. "We would need to talk it through first. So you feel safe."

"I am safe with you, hyung." Jungkook nuzzles against Jimin's warm cheek, now completely draped over him.

"Our friendship-" Jimin's voice sounds like he's hanging onto the last thread of rationale.

"...doesn't have to change." Jungkook smiles and presses a kiss to Jimin's temple. "You can still be my best friend... just with benefits."

Jimin swears, fingers digging into Jungkook's thighs.

"Come on-" Jungkook goads, lips at Jimin's ear as his fingers slide into his hair. "Prove it, hyung. Show me how hard Betas work to give pleasure. Show me what I'm missing out on."

Jimin's will is crumbling. Jungkook can feel it breaking underneath his hands. He knows just what to ask, Jimin has always been affectionate with his compliments on Jungkook's soft, chubby appearance.

"Don't you find me pretty, hyung?"

Jimin's hands slide up Jungkook's back underneath his sweater. His touch is so light and delicate, so opposite to what Jungkook is used to. "You know I do, Koo."

Jungkook smiles like he's won. "Then make me feel pretty."

Jungkook was expecting what any Alpha would do. Flip him over onto his back and grope him. He wasn't expecting fingertips to trace down his spine. For the touch of warm lips against his soft jaw like butterfly wings, kissing his skin just for the sake of leaving behind little tingles. For Jimin's other hand to pet the nape of his neck and tilt his head to the side reverently. For slow touches that are simply to trace over his shape in admiration, not asking for anything in return.

Jungkook suddenly feels in unfamiliar territory.

Jimin gives in.

"You've never really been enjoyed, have you, baby? Used, yes. But not savored... nice and slow." Jimin's breath is warm against Jungkook's skin, and the whispers send heat into his belly. Jimin is warming him up degree by degree, so different than being thrown into the heat like he's been all his life. Jimin's Beta purr is muted and unthreatening, unlike the overpowering growl of Alphas. It's comforting like the rest of him.

Jimin's lips dust across his neck, like Jungkook is precious. "I'll treat you with the gentleness and adoration you deserve."

Jungkook shivers. This is exactly what he was missing out on. He just didn't know that it was within his grasp this whole time.

"I'll take good care of you, Koo."

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SAVAGE LOVE. STANDING NEXT TO YOU Part Two

Part Two (Split into two parts)

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Pairing: Jungkook x OC

Genre: Best Friends To Lovers, College AU, Angst, Slice Of Life, Chubby Girl, Healing, Smut, Fluff.

Word count: 11k (whole thing has 20k words, sorry got carried away! But split into two chapters)

Rating: 18+ Rating Mature, Sexual content, smut (warning it’s pure filth), some hard swearing, Mention of some triggering mental health issues (WARNING as it involves an almost suicide), violence (punching).

Triggers and content: Angst, Angst over past actions, mention of therapy, talk about past actions, healing together, guilt, angst with fluff, past memories brought up, mental health issues, anxiety, bad body image, almost suicide (not graphic), a lot of reflection, forgiveness, apologies, secrets being revealed, nightmares, self reflection, hurtful words, Jimin being Jimin, STD’s mentioned.

Jungkook surprising everyone, graduation ceremony, graduation celebration, Surprises, celebration dinner mentioned, new jobs, Yoongi betting on their relationship with frat boys, Jungkook’s ex mentioned, Jungkook’s ex at graduation party, drinking, partying. Taehyung being revealed as the best boy, Taehyung being her secret buddy, punching, Jimin troublemaker, gatecrasher Jimin, OC gets a little revenge, dare game starts up again at the party.

Sexual content, Jungkook remembering fantasies, Past Sexual thoughts, smut, degradation, filming oral on his phone, more filming as Jungkook has a bit of a kink for it, oral (m & f), a bit of voyeurism and Agoraphilia, Soft and stern dom Jungkook, Daddy said a few times (mostly just to tease him), Chubby OC, subby OC, OC starts to get her confidence back, praise, spitting, squirting, dirty talking, filthy talk, edging, teasing, grinding, body worship, eating ass, Jungkook liking chubby woman, Jungkook’s mouth is filthy, size kink, hickies, Jungkook being soft and rough with her, hair pulling and soft biting, raw sex (no condom but on the implant), fluff, aftercare.

Author’s Note:

There are Jungkook POV’s in this. This is basically a part two to savage love, better to read that first or you won’t get some references. Please read the drabbles to savage love to get more of their past story, like their first meeting and first kiss.

Think I have all the triggers mentioned, but if there is one that you think I definitely should mention let me know.

Lastly, I hope you enjoy it!

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Jungkook pov:

We are both tipsy as Taehyung calls a toast to everyone and congratulates everyone at the party for graduating.

They all cheer and holler drinking to the sentiment with grins on their faces. Then he starts to talk about us, telling everyone how in love we have been for years, since we met at age six.

Then he says that he asks himself how two people are so perfect for each other and that everyone seemed to know how in love we were but us.

Everyone laughs nodding, seems like they did all know, I mean we were on the list so people must have thought it a possibility. The frats always compile a huge list and place it up in the frat houses with odds and people can bet on the outcome. They did this every year, Yoongi said we were there every year and the odds got more and more.

"Just want to congratulate Jungkook and Alice on their engagement. To my best friends, Jungkook and Alice who I love to pieces! I'm sure that all of us here are thinking that it was about damn time, because it only took sixteen years for them to realise that it was love at first sight. Little Kookie and Alice met at the tender age of six and pretty sure that Jungkook was a simp for Alice right then and there. I myself was this close to banging their heads together and if I had to watch Jungkook and Alice pining for each other for another year, I would have left the country, ha ha! But luckily Jimin did them a favour and got candice pregnant, pretty sure that's the only thing that I would ever thank Park Jimin for! Congratulations on your engagement guys and I can't wait to give my best man speech at your wedding in the future! I just know your love inspires the rest of us, so we never give up on finding love. We all wish you the best in the future and can't ever remember seeing two people so perfect for each other! CONGRATULATIONS!! Wooooo Hoooooo! Let's party!"

Taehyung had fun giving this little speech, everyone laughed loudly at certain parts making me blush and groan in embarrassment.

Yeah we get it, we needed our heads banged together and he's right that's the only thing I will ever thank Jimin for, for finally making a permanent mistake. Grabbing Alice's hand I take her to go dance, I can see that she's a little shy and apprehensive but she's not refusing me.

I just wish that she was the Alice I once knew, the one who stood up for me when I had a stutter as a child and would fight the bullies who tried to bully me because of it. The girl who was an extrovert, who would do dares with me and seek an adrenaline rush with me too.

She's very very slowly coming back to life, but her self esteem took a huge hit over the years. I'm going to put in the work to correct all of that, to make sure that she knows how much I still lust after her, she's still utterly perfect for me.

Moment 4 life by Nikki Minaj is playing and I try to loosen her up as I grind against her, she starts to look more relaxed when I start kissing her neck and lips.

It helps her melt against me and forget we are being watched by anyone. My body reacts to her and I can't help myself, my hands are all over her.

"Hmm my pretty girl, you turn me on so much. I want to bury myself in you and never leave" I groaned seductively in her ear, gripping her thick hips with my greedy hand, my other wrapped around her waist. Alice moans, throwing it back grinding against me. I'm so hungry for her it's insane.

She has gotten me off by jerking me off and I have repaid the favour loads of times, but I have only given her oral sex a handful of times. I'm a giver so it turns me on anyway, not sure why I haven't let her return that favour yet.

Think I just wanted her to know that it was about love and not just sex, because her relationship with Jimin was like that, just sex. Well it was until he started to cheat.

I can't wait to see how magnificent her ass looks when I snap my hips against hers, I bet it looks perfect when it jiggles. I haven't told her yet but I actually love my women with more meat on their bones.

When I peeked at her juicy thighs and grabable hips when I placed the towel around her that day, I was hard. I had to leave her to dry herself or she would have seen my hard dick and it wasn't the time nor the place.

She had no idea how many times I had to rush to the bathroom to bang one out due to her bending over showing me her exquisite ass. She always missed the way my eyes would scan her body and how I would bite my lip when I imagined her underneath me. Imagining how perfect my marks would look on her fleshy thighs, how beautiful she would look covered in them. She once flashed her pink cotton panties without realising when she was wearing a dress and I almost came in my pants.

Even back in school when I accidentally saw her in the shower and the time she flashed me her perfect breasts in a dare. Everything in my spank bank memories is of her, I still have the video of our dare when we were high, where I dared her to let me film her sucking me off. Pretty sure we did everything but fuck back then, I regret not daring her to.

I can still remember how she felt when she grinded on me getting us off and how my hands squeezed her plump ass, it felt so soft and warm in my palms. Pretty sure that all of my wet dreams were about her, every single one.

I regret not being the one to take her virginity, she should have been the one to take mine too. But she is my first and only love though, no one else has ever got those words from me.

"I dare you to let me suck you off" She whispers in my ear suddenly, the very thought makes my dick jump in my trousers.

"Fuck, princess are you trying to get me hard?" I hissed into her neck, grinding my hardening dick into her ass.

"But I wanna suck you off so bad, don't you remember how my lips felt around your cock, Jungkook?" She seductively moans in my ear, she's such a damn tease.

"Fuck yes! It felt so good, baby. I still think about it and use that memory to get off. You used to let me cum in your dirty little mouth like a needy little slut. No one sucks me off like you used to, you used to suck me off like you worshipped my dick" I rasp lewdly in her ear, sucking harshly on her exposed neck.

"Please babe, I wanna suck you off, so fucking bad. Don't you want to fuck my soft wet mouth, Daddy?" The filthy whine broke me and I'm now dragging her off to the toilet with a feral need pulsing through my body.

How dare she tease me calling me Daddy! I don't give a damn if people see how hard I am for her in my trousers right now.

"Such a filthy little thing aren't you? So needy for my cock that you can't wait" I scold her, dragging her into the bathroom and locking the door, her whimpers sound so pretty. 

"Kneel" I growl lustfully at her, I feel like I want to ruin her and I'm not sure if she will like that harsher side of me. She doesn't hesitate as she gets on her knees making me roughly groan.

"Look at you, my pretty girl. So good for me, that's it pretty baby. Get my cock out" I coo at her, running my hand through her hair as she unbuckles my belt, her hands are trembling with need as she starts to unzip me.

"That's right, take it out, princess" My eyes stare at her, devouring everything so I don't miss one second of it.

"Oh hmm shit, I dare you to let me film you” I hiss as her small hand wraps around my length, god I look so big in her hand. Alice looks up to me with dazed eyes nodding, her bottom lip trapped by her teeth.

"Words baby" I remind her and she replies with a simple yes, her mischievous eyes glinting.

"Good girl, god I love you so much" Groaning in excitement I get my phone out and start to film her, she looks so delicious knelt there gripping my cock.

"Spit on it baby, yeah just like that" She looks so dirty as she spits on my tip and distributes it sliding the wetness down my hardened length, then repeats it. I grip her hair tighter with a cuss on my lips as soon as she licks across my slit covering her tongue in my precum.

Then she gets further down going to my balls looking so damn exquisite. Licking from my taint, up my balls and right up my length makes my cock pulse with need. Groaning out her name with a gravelly tone, I try to concentrate on filming her, telling her to look up at the camera.

My pretty baby's mouth sexily wraps around my tip and she swirls her tongue around me humming, it looks so perfectly lewd through the screen. Damn, she feels so good that I can't remember any other blow job with other women feeling this amazing.

Only my times with her felt this erotic, I just thought it was because I was new to having my dick sucked back then. Clearly my princess is talented with her perfect little mouth.

"Fuck yeah, hmmm you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, princess. Feels so damn good, ahhh yes" I slur out feeling so entranced by how she feels, how she looks and damn, how she sounds.

The slurping as she bobs her head and sucks me harder every time she comes back up is debauched. And the line of spit spilling down her chin onto me and then onto her hand is absolutely sinful.

"So messy, such a filthy girl for me" I murmur gripping her hair harder, I can't fucking help myself when I thrust my hips in ecstasy. The lewd gag makes me throb as her throat closes around my tip.

"Fuck, sorry baby. You feel too good" I groan with desire and she removes her hand and places a hand over mine, the one I currently have gripped into her hair.

"Shit, you sure? You want me to fuck your needy throat, deep throating Daddy like a good girl?" I rasp in a ravenous tone at her and she hums nodding.

"Okay princess, tap my leg of it's too much. Gonna fuck your pretty mouth” I tell her with a vulgar moan, she hums again.

She braces her hands on my thighs and lets me take over, the whine that sounds out has me thrusting immediately. I'm still trying to concentrate on filming her, I have to get this on film, she looks so fucking amazing.

Shit, all the dirty sloppy noises have me close already and her moans vibrating on my length are all contributing.

"Such a needy little slut for my cock, you sound so filthy, moaning like a little cock hungry girl for me" I lewdly growl thrusting harder, the slurping and the drooling is fucking obscene.

"Hmmm shit, I'm close pretty baby" I pant loudly, grunting as my tip starts to tingle, vibrating through my torso and down my legs.

"Fuck! Face or mouth baby? Touch your face if you want that" I abruptly rasp at her, when she doesn't I fall immediately with a loud whine.

"Open up" My length hardens, before the pulse comes right after, I pull back and pull out, Alice pokes her tongue out.

Pumping myself all over her lips and tongue looks so damn sinful and I can't believe I caught it on camera.

"Ahh fuck sweetheart, you look so perfect like that. That's it take my cum, princess" I pant stroking myself until I'm empty, I can't help rubbing my tip around her lips with a filthy low moan.

"Lick your lips baby, yes so fucking greedy lick it up. My dirty girl, I love you so much" I husk at her, devouring the sin with a feral intensity, not wanting to miss anything.

Scooping everything spilled from mouth onto her chin and lips, I pop my finger in her mouth telling her to suck, cussing when she does.

"Good girl, such a good girl" I coo at her as I smooth her hair trying to soothe the burn on her scalp. She grins at me and I finally end the video on my phone. Pulling her up I kiss her with a burning passion moaning in her mouth. When we part we are breathless.

"You looked so sexy on camera baby, thank you for letting me film you" I grin mischievously at her, leaving gentle pecks on her face.

"I dare you to edge me all night until we go home, keep teasing me" Alice gives me a wicked grin making me chuckle, this is the Alice I remember and it's been so long since I saw her mischievous side.

"Yeah? Oh I'll take that dare, starting now" I smirk down at her walking her into the wall and getting on my knees. I'm gonna tease her over her panties for a little while, starting with gentle rubs.

"Spread your legs a little princess and watch me, baby" I husk at her looking up at her with a smug look, the desire is clear in her eyes.

Rubbing my fingers slowly over her panties I can tell how wet she is and I can feel her delicious plump mound and folds.

"Your panties are soaked baby, did sucking my dick turn you on?" Smirking smugly at the look on her face and how her lips now parted as she watches me with her head slowly nodding.

"Yes, I loved it. You look so hot right now, Jungkook" Alice eagerly moans, staring down at me biting her lip as I press a little harder against her clit now.

Pressing against her wet panties I tease her with my fingers running them along the edge of them. Letting her think I'm gonna pull the panties to the side as I pluck the edges with my fingers making her whine.

"Tsk! So needy and impatient, sweetheart" I tut with a smirk and start sucking and licking at the soft doughy flesh of her inner thighs. A low wanton moan falls out of her mouth as her lips part, I feel her pulse against my fingers as they rub against her drenched panties.

The whimper I receive because of how badly I'm teasing her sounds so sweet to my ears. I'm getting so close to her clit but diverting away as soon as her breathing gets faster.

The pout on her plump lips and the long whine she makes, makes me chuckle. Being an impatient brat she rolls her hips by my face whining again.

"Such a little brat! Tsk, bad girl" I scolded her, giving her a slap to her clothed pussy, she jolted cussing.

"But Daddy! You are teasing me" She whines needily again trying to rub her pussy against my face. She’s such a brat teasing me and calling me that.

I bite one of her lips with a feral growl and pull her panties down enough to suck a harsh mark on her plump mound.

"Ahhh fuck! Jungkook!" She cries out with a loud lamented moan. I'm pulling her panties up immediately and she quietly whimpers out a no.

"Such a needy girl, so desperate for my tongue that you can't be a good girl" I scolded her sternly but I put her out of misery by firmly licking a long stripe up her clothed folds.

Repeating it for about a minute until I try to move away and Alice grabs my hair trying to keep me there.

"Such a dirty little girl, with a needy little pussy. Dripping all over your panties like a filthy little slut. Tsk, how will I edge such a bratty baby?" Chuckling at her, I finally pull the panties to the side and clean up the filthy mess she has made.

"Yes, ahhh like that, Jungkook" She moans out hungrily gripping my hair, her whines have gotten louder and her pussy starts fluttering against my tongue.

"Tsk! No cumming for you, baby! You know what this is, I'm going to have you so desperate you are sobbing” I give her a wicked grin as I stand up smashing my lips on hers.

She pulls me closer, putting her hand on the back of my neck. We both jolt when someone tries opening the door and starts banging on the door.

"HURRY! I need to use the toilet!" A woman shouts banging louder making us giggle at each other.

I quickly sort Alice out, pulling her dress down and smoothing her hair down. She runs her finger on my lip and chin.

"Time to leave I think, Princess" I grin with a smugness at her flushed appearance, walking to the door and opening it slightly.

And as soon as I opened it I saw my ex Eunji who was the one who chucked the photo of Alice and I. I was so pissed when she damaged it.

She hated my relationship with Alice and was extremely jealous.

"Oh hey Jungkook, do you wanna talk? We could just mess. . ." She smiles looking happy but pauses when I open the door more and she sees Alice and then I see the cogs turning in her head at her flushed face.

I know she's thinking what I think she's thinking about and to be honest I don't give a damn what she thinks.

"Oh. . . Hi Alice. So can we talk after you're done Kookie?" She tries to give her a smile but it is fake and she is distracted by Alice standing there.

"Umm, about what?" I frown looking down at her, because we ended a year ago on bad terms and I would never have gotten back with her.

Even if I wasn't with Alice. We only lasted about four months max.

"I wanted to talk about us, I'm sorry about what happened between us and I worked on my jealousy. I'm sorry I broke your childhood picture and I know that you two are just best friends. I shouldn't have acted like that" Eunji sighs in defeat, looking down at her fingers.

"Well thank you I suppose, although it's been a while Eunji. Is that all you wanted to say? Because Alice and I have to go to rejoin the party, we have some serious celebrating to do" I reply dismissively, holding my hand out to Alice who takes it with a huge smile.

Eunji clearly thinks that I meant us celebrating our graduation only, we are but we are celebrating our engagement too.

"No! I. . . I want you to give us another chance, I loved you, well I still love you and I'm sorry for all the times I destroyed your property or deleted Alice's messages. The rumour that I started about her trying to steal you and everything else. I worked on that and I hope you'll give me another chance Jungkookie" She tells me with a hopeful look.

I'm totally uninterested and just want to enjoy the night with my princess.

"Oh well this is awkward!" I chuckle, making Alice giggle too.

"Why is it so awkward?" She frowns in confusion tilting her head.

"Well. . . Let me reintroduce my best friend, you clearly didn't get the memo. When did you arrive tonight? You must have missed the fight Jimin and I had at uni too, ha ha. You used to really be into gossip too. Anyway, meet my princess, my fiancée, Alice. I proposed at the graduation ceremony, I'm guessing you didn't see my speech?" I say squeezing my hand against Alice's who squeezes it back and presses into my side.

"Your fiancée? So I was fucking right to be jealous about you two? It wasn't just crazy thoughts in my head?" She suddenly scowls, looking like a million thoughts of the past are flying through her head.

Her eyes glare at Alice so I pull Alice to my chest feeling protective.

"Well yes, she's the only woman I've ever loved, Eunji. I think it was pretty damn obvious, the pictures everywhere in my apartment and everything catered to Alice in my place too. A few of my tattoos are dedicated to her too, this little silhouette of holding hands on my wrist is obviously us holding hands as kids. This is her birth flower, this saying is about her. This A on my finger is for her too, the two gaming characters holding hands, were our characters we played as kids on our favourite game. I could keep on going but you realise I never said I loved you right or gave you a pet name? And I would drop everything for Alice at a moment's notice no matter what we were doing. Okay, I'm sorry that I was selfish and used you to forget about Alice, along with other women but it always felt so damn wrong, never right. We both finally confessed to each other, I guess you were right when you said that Alice clearly loved me, guess I should have listened to you ages ago"

I comment, shrugging my shoulders at her like I don't really care about what she thinks. I know it's cold of me, but I need to shut this down and quickly.

"Wow! And here I was thinking I was too jealous and paranoid in our relationship! But all of my worries and thoughts were right, I guess I should have realised that when you finished with me over a stupid fucking picture" Eunji sneers at us looking pissed.

"That was not just any picture, Eunji, that was the day we first met as little six year olds. You could tell as soon as we met that we had something special. I kinda wish I could go back and tell myself that Alice would become my princess for real" I sigh looking down at Alice, squeezing her hand again.

"As much as we would love to catch up, as he said earlier we have some celebrating to do. We are celebrating our engagement. As nice as it is to see you, we have a party to rejoin. Goodbye Eunji and I hope you find someone who loves you back” Alice politely adds, pulling me to move past her.

"You're both assholes, do you know that? You treated your girlfriends like shit Jungkook! And no wonder Jimin cheated. I fucked him too just to feel better about myself and to get back at you, Alice!" Eunji blurts out suddenly and we both look back at her replying "goodnight" before we walk off.

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That was fun. . . not!

Although I expected this to happen at some point, it was inevitable. I knew at least one of his ex's would feel some type of way about us now being together.

Her confessing about Jimin had no effect on me, I knew he messed about with almost the entire campus, that news isn't new to me and it can't hurt me anymore.

Jungkook drags me to the dancefloor again and starts immediately teasing me. Summer by Paul Blanco is playing and we are just having fun kissing and grinding against each.

Of course he keeps kissing at my sensitive spot on my neck and covertly whispering filth in my ear to keep up the teasing on my edging.

Then he also started sneaking his hand up my dress a few times and groaning about how wet I am. When I asked him to edge me, he took the damn assignment seriously. The way he keeps kissing me too, like he missed me and has not kissed me in months.

Eunji is glaring holes into us and we don't give a fuck, it's all good. Well it was, until I heard Jungkook cuss in my ear sounding angry.

I start looking around wondering why he sounds so angry all of a sudden until he literally picks me up, making me straddle him whilst he kisses the hell out of me.

When we get into a covert place he slams me against the wall grinding up against me with a feral growl.

Jungkook is definitely tipsy from the drink because he doesn't care when someone chuckles as they walk past. His hand is on my slick panties rubbing up against my clit as he swallows any moans.

"Ahh Jungkook! Hmm close" I warn him with a loud moan and he removes his hand immediately, kissing me harder than before and moving his hand around to my ass.

"Shit, I want you so bad, sweetheart. I can't wait until we get home later, I'm gonna make you cum so hard, pretty baby. I want to feel you wrapped around me after desperately lusting you for so long" He groans hungrily in my neck, licking and sucking at my collarbone area.

"Fuck! Let's get back to the party before I drag you to a room and devour you" He rasps against my lips before kissing me one last time.

As soon as we walked over to the others with a new drink sitting down, I finally realised why Jungkook was so annoyed.

Jimin is there grinding on some woman who isn't his fiancée, kissing her neck too and either that woman doesn't know about Candice or she doesn't care.

I'm pissed off on behalf of Candice, she clearly didn't deserve this and was fooled by Jimin like everyone else was.

Me included. I sneakily take a picture and a little video.

"What a piece of shit! Candice is about to give birth" Taehyung growls in annoyance and I nod with a look of distaste on my face.

"This is what we would see all the time when he was with you, women all over him at parties and clubs" Jungkook tells me, rubbing my thigh in a sensual way as I sit on his lap.

"This was the scene at every single party though, it was prolific! I gave up punching him or saying anything after a while. Where the hell is Joon? Can we get him to kick his ass out? He's a damn gatecrasher as Joon wouldn't have invited him!" Yoongi scoffs in disgust, watching Jimin who has the cheek to smirk at him.

"Joon is getting it on with Haerin, don't know how long they are gonna be" Taehyung replies with a shoulder shrug.

"Can't we just kick his ass out? We know Joon doesn't want him here" Jungkook sneers, glaring at Jimin.

Jungkook snaps because of Jimin winking at me and pulls me around so quickly so I'm straddling him instead, making sure I'm not facing Jimin anymore.

His lips are on mine just as quickly, I lean in putting my arms around his neck, folding my fingers through his hair.

Jungkook groans lewdly into the kiss, giving me a subtle thrust, making me press harder against his lips, speeding up the kiss.

This time I give a subtle thrust making him throb underneath me, my dress is flared out on his lap and my wet panties are against his trousers.

"Fuck, do you wanna go home now, my pretty princess? I'm gonna make you feel good all night long. I can feel your hot wet pussy through my trousers" Jungkook murmurs sinfully into my ear, his tongue leaving open mouthed kisses on my neck.

I can imagine him smirking or glaring at Jimin as he does it and I internally grin.

His large hands firmly grab my ass cheeks with a loud hum, he is covertly pulling on my hips with every squeeze.

"Hmm, yes Jungkook. I want to feel you so much. Love you so much my bun" He chuckles at the use of my old nickname for him, he made me stop using it when he was about ten saying he was too old for it now.

"Okay, I'm gonna order a taxi for us, my beautiful baby" He smiles while getting out his phone to order a taxi on the app.

"Okay Kookie, it is gone twelve after all, we've been here for hours" I giggle at him as he clicks a selfie of me on his lap with my head in his neck and also one of me looking at the camera with a smile.

Then he takes one of us kissing and another of our faces plastered together.

I see him posting one on his social media saying 'Celebrating! Graduation and Engagement! 🥳👩🏻‍❤️‍👨🏻💍🍾 @PrincessAlice #loveofmylife #graduated #engaged #celebrationtime #soulmate'

I giggle at his captions kissing his cheek.

He shows me that the taxi is going to be about 20 minutes, it must be busy tonight with people partying in and around the campus area.

We had totally forgotten about Jimin at this point, where we were so eagerly into each other.

"You two were definitely fucking! You are engaged already" I hear someone scoff in anger from behind me and know it's Jimin right away from all our friend's disgusted looks.

"Fuck off, Jimin!" Yoongi sneers with narrowed eyes, he's leant forward looking ready to intervene.

"What are you even doing at Joon's party, Jimin? You aren't welcome here" Taehyung scoffs at him.

"Wow! Thought we were friends, Taehyung?" Jimin sniggers at him with a vile smirk.

"No we aren't, I only put up with you because of Alice. And I didn't find your comments to my best friend funny either, you knew he loved Alice and you had a good idea that it was reciprocated!" He replies, sneering, folding his arms in defiance.

"Yeah it was pretty creepy how much of a simp he was for Alice when she'd call him after I'd been a bad boy. But that didn't stop him from fucking all those hoes at clubs though, he gave me a run for my money, ha ha! Pretty hypocritical to say I'm a heartless fuckboy, considering he claimed to love her but did that in front of her making her cry" Jimin smirks wickedly, seeing my frown.

"Just go Jimin or I'm about to throw hands with you! Have I not punched you enough over the years, asshole?" Yoongi growls looking murderous.

Jungkook's hands are clenched gripping my skirt, his knuckles are white.

Jimin notices how angry he is, a sinister grin plastered to his face and he pushes it further.

"Oh and I saw her do that a few times! Yes it was obvious, but for some reason you were so clueless, Jungkookie. All it took was a few little lies from me and you'd jump straight into some little whores arms and it would make her believe all the more that you didn't love her like that. Worked for a while to keep you both apart too, until I stupidly got that bitch Candice pregnant" Jimin mockingly laughs trying to goad Jungkook.

"You piece of shit!" Jungkook rages at him with eyes almost black with anger, I can tell he wants to kick his ass.

"Didn't take a lot really, to make you keep hurting your best friend who you claimed to love. Oh poor little Alice's face every time it happened was glorious, her heart broke a little more each time until it was almost shattered beyond repair by you. The longer I stopped you two getting together the more I enjoyed it. I loved breaking the pair of you!" Jimin starts maliciously laughing his ass off now and he ends up provoking Yoongi who is up out of his seat throwing a punch at him before I can react to slap him.

"You fucking asshole! Get the fuck out!”Yoongi glowered, looking furious, grabbing him by his collar and dragging him to the door. He laughs at Yoongi, who chucks him out and slams the door.

Jungkook looks really upset as he grips my dress with his white knuckles.

"Kookie, look at me. We've talked this through already, remember? This is not going to hurt us anymore. Jimin is not going to come between us anymore, is he? Because we are stronger than that, we have gone through ups and downs for sixteen years and guess what? It's still us, here for each other and we are gonna still be here with each other in another sixteen!” I reassured him with my hands cupping his face, trying to soothe his anger.

Jungkook looks at me with a painful hurt look in his eyes and I'm so mad that Jimin just ruined our night. We were having fun too and he just couldn't stand not angering everyone.

"Alice" Jungkook says in a very detached voice, like he's thinking about what he did.

"Jungkook, don't you even think about it! To hell with Jimin!" I angrily sneer at him looking pissed, making his eyes snap to mine.

"But Alice I hurt you so bad and I let Jimin mess with me and hurt you even more. I played his stupid game without even realising it, I was so damn angry every time. And I feel sullied like I'm tainted and I can't get rid of the icky feeling that I let all those women touch me in anger" Jungkook frowns, looking angry at himself, like he is disgusted by his actions.

"Jungkook please stop, you know I love you right? I have always loved you and even if you hurt me with your actions, you would still repair it when you came to look after me too. Every cuddle and all the times you picked me up off the floor and cared for me. I still had you there for me and even though you hurt me, you never left me either. I think if you would have left, only then would I have shattered into pieces, Jungkook. So please stop it and let's forget about Jimin, this is the last time I'm ever gonna mention him" I peck his face gently a few times and slowly his arms cage me in.

"Okay Alice, we will never mention him again. He doesn't exist, who's Jimin?" He replies with a small smile.

"Never heard of him, Jimin? Did he go to our university?" A small grin appears on his face as I continue the game.

"Hmm he may have gone to our Uni, I don't really remember him" Jungkook says, shrugging with a smirk.

"Me neither, but I think I heard he has a pregnant fiancée. I feel so sorry for her that I just had to send her friend a picture of her best friend's cheating fiancé. Couldn't not help out a fellow woman now, could I?" I give him a wicked grin making him chuckle at me.

"No, that would be terrible! We must expose cheaters who do that to their pregnant fiancée's, what's his name is really gonna have a shitty day tomorrow" He sniggers at me with a huge grin.

"Told Mandy that it's gonna get worse for he who shall not be named, she told me to do it with a smirking devil emoji" I giggle at him as I tell him.

Jungkook's grin has grown now to look gleeful and Taehyung and Yoongi start laughing.

"Oh I hope tomorrow is shit for what's his name" Jungkook replies with amused laughter.

I picked up my phone and typed out a message with a voice note telling them all it was Park Jimin and to swerve him and his cheating ass.

Added the I don't fuck with you song before and after the sound file, with a little bit of text saying his name and to avoid him at all costs, added the footage of him with the woman saying he has a pregnant fiancée too. That he has given others STD's too.

"Oh I'd say, I just posted the voice recording to all my social media of his vile behaviour and told everyone who it was and to swerve him. Told them he was the most toxic man I'd ever known. I even put hashtag cheater, toxic ex, gaslighter, then toxic incel, and all sorts of great stuff. Oh and I named him"

I get a shit eating grin from Kookie, as my little video on TikTok starts getting comments, then my twitter X account.

"Opps it's blowing up, it's on 1474 likes already! Oh Mandy just liked it and commented that it's all true, that he's a serial cheater who gave his pregnant fiancee an std. Let's see how many women he gets now" I start laughing my ass off and the others join in.

"I may just show people his gaslighting messages to me, just to hit home how vile he really is. I might even make it a series" Cue evil smile as I can't help myself from laughing out a wicked laugh.

"That's my girl! That's the Alice I know" Jungkook chuckles at me pecking my lips and cheeks a few times.

"Maybe he's gonna find out how savage I can really be. I have messages of him missing my birthdays and Christmas, all sorts of things. How does the hashtag "worst ex ever" sound?" I giggle making Taehyung laugh and Yoongi lean over to give me a high five.

"That's more like it sweetie ! I just commented that he's a serial liar and cheater and that he gave my friend an STD too" Taehyung grins mischievously and shows me another girl's comment.

'Ugh I had a one night stand with him and another girl came over and slapped him whilst I was leaving with him. Stupid me was too drunk to believe her as he said she was a sour ex! She said he was her friend's boyfriend and I found out it was true when I saw him holding a girl's hand at our university! 😒 The man is prolific as I saw him with the same friend kissing her in a club a few weeks later, so he cheated with his girlfriends friend too! 😬'

Oh she is referencing either Sharmin or Denise! Hmm amusing.

"See what a dirtbag! Ugh I expect it was Denise or Sharmin" Yoongi scoffs in disgust, narrowing his eyes.

"Oh our taxi is five minutes away" Jungkook suddenly tells me.

The others are sad we are leaving but are understanding that we've had enough drama already.

Especially when we say that we had a run in with Eunji earlier too, Taehyung tells us that she asked where Jungkook was earlier.

Jungkook tells him that she was trying to get back with him and was angry to find us engaged, slagging us off for finally getting together, saying she was right to be jealous. And that she claimed to have cheated with Jimin, Taehyung scoffs saying of course she did.

"Let's go then, princess" Jungkook murmurs in my ear and I nod getting off his lap and give a hug to Tae and Yoongi and tell them to tell Joon that we said bye and we had fun.

As soon as we walk outside the cool air sobers me a little and I smell the air feeling calmer.

Jungkook grabs my hand and folds his fingers in mine, I squeeze his hand grinning up at him puckering my lips wanting a kiss. He chuckles, leaning in to give me a long chaste kiss.

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As we stand by a wall waiting for the taxi Jungkook decides to tease me again and rubs me through my destroyed soaked lace panties whilst he tongues at my sensitive area on my neck.

As soon as he hears a car he pulls away making me whine, Jungkook evilly smirks at my clear frustration.

"Kookie! I'm so damn horny!" I pout petulantly, he chuckles telling me I asked for this, remember.

Huffing I nod and we get into the taxi, he caresses my inner thigh the whole time, getting close to my core then moving away again.

I'm actually vibrating with a feral need as we get to our apartment. I'm probably gonna cum immediately if he puts a tongue or finger anywhere near me. I can't wait to rip off his clothes, I'm so turned on right now that my body is ravenous for him.

As soon as we open the front door he slams it, pushing me up against the wall lifting me up. I straddle him hugging around his neck as he starts grinding his dick against my panties. We are savagely kissing and groping at each other.

My fingers fumble with his shirt frantically undoing the buttons and pulling it off his shoulders, he manages to get it to fall to the floor. My hands are immediately wrapped back around his neck fisting at his hair, making him groan at the harsh tugs.

The loud moans falling out of my lips sound so needy and desperate as he hardens against me grinding roughly. His perfect lips are sucking and biting on my neck, making me tilt my head with a whimper.

Jungkook groans hungrily into my neck and his suck gets harsher making me grip more tightly onto his hair. I start grinding my pussy over his bulge in his trousers, panting and chasing my high.

He can tell I'm close so he stops the grind pulling me away from the wall, when I whine in utter frustration and try to grind again, he spanks my ass.

"Don't be a brat baby, I'm taking you to the bedroom" He sternly tells me, making me pout like a child into his neck with a noise of protest.

"You are so hot when you go all dominant on me, I like it” I whine into his neck sucking softly on his skin, tonguing the area.

"Yeah, you like that, do you princess?" He chuckles as he opens the bedroom door carrying me to the room.

Placing me on my feet he chucks his trousers off leaving him in his boxers.

"Let's get these clothes off, baby” He sexily smirks, pulling my dress off, revealing my lingerie.

A flash of embarrassment goes through me but Jungkook notices immediately and picks me up in my lace bra and matching panties.

My face must be bright red and I'm sure my face showed some discomfort too.

"My baby is sooo fucking sexy, god. . I love these curves, they feel so heavenly and perfect under my hands. Did I ever confess to you that I like my women curvy and with some serious junk in the trunk? Small women with curvy bodies make me go crazy, I love bbw's. It turns me on so much when women have a big booty and something for me to grab. An ass to smack, it's gonna sound so good when I'm fucking you from behind. I love digging my fingers into your chubby little stomach and when I spoon you hugging you, it feels so nice" His eyes are totally dilated in hunger as his hands grab my thighs, my breasts, my ass, my stomach and my hips.

"This is why all my girlfriends or hookups were always someone I wasn't that excited about, I never wanted to get tat into them or to ever love anyone else as I was already in love with another. They were mediocre fucks and that was about it. So I would pick people who were the complete opposite from you, people that were fine but wouldn't give me a hard on the second they bend over. Do you know I once almost came in my boxers when you bent over to get something from under the sofa and I saw your magnificent ass in some pink panties. Every single time I got a glimpse of your juicy thighs, your perfect voluptuous breasts and your gorgeous ass it would make me go crazy. When I put you in the bath that time I was rock hard, I had to leave or you would have noticed"

The way he talks is like he is in awe of me, with breathy groans as he digs his fingers in my chest and stomach. I must be looking sceptical because he adds more.

"If you don't believe me I will show you my porn history! Although I still have the videos of us and the infamous blow job video, I jerk off to that a lot. But I have a new one now and I know you look fucking amazing in it. I want one of your ass jiggling as I thrust into you, so good. I want to cum all over your perfect ass sweetheart. I love you and no one has ever turned me on like you, not even close" Jungkook growls in a depraved manner, biting into my stomach flesh and sucking on it, his hands haven't stopped squeezing and grabbing this whole time.

My whole body is on fire from his words and actions.

"I love you being chubby so much, I absolutely adore your amazing body and I imagined fucking through your perfect juicy thighs the other day as I tossed off to thoughts of you. I'm not ashamed to admit that chubby small girls do it for me. You were always curvy with those perfect plump cheeks and have always really turned me on. But as you put on weight I had a constant hard cock every single time I had your beautiful body against mine" Jungkook praised me with zero shame on his face as he sucked at my thighs with a feral sounding groan.

I'm totally shook as his hands work over my body like he wants to permanently dig his fingers into my fat.

His hands start playing with my lace panties, sliding his fingers under the waist and grabbing my flesh.

"Is this okay? Fuck, please let me. I want to see you properly and not hidden under blankets or skirts. I just know it's gonna look so exquisite, I have felt your chubby little pussy under my lips and hands and I just want to bite into your flesh and suck on it my perfect girl" He whines nibbling at the skin on my pelvis and licking at it.

"Jungkook! Ahh yes, please do it. I'm so turned on, I feel so needy I want you sooo much. I have been waiting so long to have you and I feel feral, I can't wait to feel your big fat cock inside me, Daddy" I moan teasing him as I squirm, he actually growls as he yanks my panties off, chucking them somewhere. Immediately spreading my legs with a long deep moan because of what he sees.

"Fucking hell! I knew it, it's absolute perfection. Look at your beautiful little chubby cunt, sooo good. And your little clit is so cute, hmm I just want to dig my teeth into your perfect plump little mound. I'm so fucking hard my pretty little angel, so turned on. I want to bury myself in you and never leave, wrapping my body around yours, my beautiful baby" Jungkook rasps looking up at me with eyes that almost look demonic where they are so dilated and dark, like onyx.

He glares up at me and spits all over my clit, rubbing it around, then repeating it with a moan. Jungkook pokes his tongue out really slowly, teasing me long enough to incite an impatient whine.

His tongue swipes through my folds, ass to mound really slowly making me buck my hips up with a loud drawn out moan. Jungkook repeats it, groaning, digging his fingers into my shaking thighs. I'm already close, where I've been edged for hours.

His whole mouth closes around my mound licking and sucking it, his teeth digging in softly. This turns me on, making me cry out in desperation, watching him with my needy pulsing clit threatening me with an otherworldly orgasm.

"Oh my fucking god! Jungkook I'm so close already, baby you. . . you turn me on so much. Please let me cum" I moan out in desperation, trying to keep my eyes on his, but it's hard to not cum from his intense eye contact alone.

As if to answer my prayers he darts his tongue out whilst still attached to my mound catching my clit with his tongue. Then he does it again, pressing it harder as his mouth moves down, sucking it in and assaulting it with his tongue.

Two fingers press in me making me arch and I officially snap wailing and rutting against his greedy mouth. I hear a growled out fuck as he starts sloppily lapping at me with a whine, his fingers still pressing into me.

I'm twitching from overstimulation and whining as he slows his fingers down pressing kisses against my sensitive clit, humming as he does.

His eyes are staring into mine with amusement, his chin, neck and mouth are all wet with my juices. Jungkook gently pulls his fingers out placing them in his mouth with a whiny groan.

A muffled fuck sounds out from him as I lay there feeling like I just descended into the sixth dimension. And I don't think I'm leaving anytime soon either.

"Damn princess, you just squirted all over my face, I'm so fucking hard right now" He smirks smugly at me leaning over to kiss me, covering my mouth in my release as he presses his to mine.

I can taste myself as he probes my mouth with his needy tongue, the kiss gets more passionate and needy as it goes as he fists my hair with a moan. His hard length is pressing against my thigh as he grinds it into me with a moan. Kneeling up he looks so sinful, I notice there is a dark wet patch on his black Calvin's and a huge tent poking out.

"Fuck me, Jungkook, I need it" I indecently moan, staring at him greedily and admiring how damn beautiful he is, his messy black hair, his piercing's, his pretty doe eyes, his tattoos, his broad shoulders with a tiny waist and his perfect abs, all beautiful. He smirks at me caressing my thighs.

"Yeah, you want my cock, baby?" Jungkook rasps at me, with a teasing expression on his face.

"Hell yes, please! I can't wait anymore, Jungkook” I whine, pouting at his teasing, making him chuckle and start pulling his boxers off.

His tattooed hand grips his veiny length and tugs lazily at it as his eyes roam over my body, his red tip glistening with precum in the led lights. Pointing it down he starts teasing me by rubbing it on and around my folds, which then turns into him just rutting through my folds, right through my lips with a shameless moan.

"God, let me film this please. Please princess, I just need a little video of my cock grinding through your plump little lips. It looks sooo perfect" Jungkook groans, sounding perverse as he carries on whilst staring down at my pussy like he has a fixation.

"Jungkook, ahhh just do it! Hurry, I'm so horny and needy for you" I pant breathlessly as his tip rubs past my clit, bumping on it repeatedly, he leans down grabbing his phone out of his trouser pocket and starts repeating the actions pointing his phone down as he does.

"I'm gonna jerk off to this so much, shit it looks so good. My pretty little pussy" He slurs out sounding drunk, rutting against me. He carries on for about another minute until I'm whining, lifting my hips and almost sobbing from pure need.

"Okay princess, shhh don't get upset. I'm going to make you feel so good now" Jungkook coos soothing me and turns his phone off, placing it on the bed. He spreads my legs and scoots up getting as near as possible.

"Ready sweetheart?" He asks, gripping his dick guiding it to my desperate folds and rubbing it to collect some juices before placing it at my entrance.

"Hmm, yes! Please put it in" I moan out feeling ravenous at this point.

As soon as he presses the tip into me with a grunt, I twist and spasm feeling so turned on, making him grab onto my thighs to keep me in place. He feels magnificent as he slowly fills me up with a groan, his eyes dilated and his mouth parted as he watches himself disappear into my willing pussy.

I gasp feeling blissful as he fills me to the brim, he feels so perfect as we join together with him trying to bottom out. He's going to have to push past my limits as soon as I've adjusted, I'm definitely gonna be sore tomorrow.

"Fuck yes, you feel like you were made for my cock, princess" He hisses as his length just pulses in me as he keeps still, making me squeeze him in response.

"Hmm you feel so good wrapped around me. Shit, I might just cum without moving, you feel heavenly and I've waited so damn long for this" Jungkook sensually rasps staring into my eyes with devotion and he greedily palms my thighs and hips, his hands roaming everywhere. 

"Please move, Jungkook. Baby please" I pant rolling my hips against him, moaning out and biting my lip as I devour him with my greedy eyes.

His sexy abs tense as I clench on him and grind against his hips, his tattooed hands squeeze me with a harsh hiss. Hmm he is absolute perfection.

"Shh baby, I got you, sweetheart" He cooed at me, comforting me and giving me an intense smouldering look.

He pulls out of me really slowly with a groan before snapping his hips back at me making me cry out and grip the sheets. Then he repeats it looking down as he slowly pulls out and then he looks up at my face when he thrusts into me bottoming out with a deep moan.

"Ahhh fuck! Oh damn. . b-big Jungkook, you feel so. . ahh perfect. Hmm yes" I whimper as he starts thrusting into me at a steady pace, cursing as his fingers dig into me. Every glide hits me perfectly, the angle he is in is slapping against my clit and thrusting against my g spot.

"Princess, you feel sooo fucking good. I've wanted you for so long. . so damn long. Pussy feels so exquisite wrapped around me" He pants picking up pace, all I can do is moan and wail as he's railing me with his huge cock.

"J-Jungkook, ahhh fuck" I cry out wantonly as he pulls one of my legs onto his shoulder, spearing into me with a long deep groan. His thumb presses into my clit making me squeeze him immediately, throwing my head back writhing.

"Come on sweetheart, drench my cock" He rasps sinfully as the loud slaps sound out into our bedroom.

His filthy words turn me on and I flutter around him whining, I'm so close. Not thirty seconds later I'm cumming and crying out as I try to squeeze my thighs together grinding against him, his thrusts don't stop, making me whimper pitifully.

"Good girl, covering me in your divine juices. That's it baby, I love you so much" Jungkook soothes gently, running his hand up my waist and massaging my breast as his pumps slow down as I ride out my orgasm.

His perfect mouth leaves sloppy kisses on my ankle, his divine tongue flattening against my skin with a groan. Suddenly he pulls out, manhandling me and placing me on my stomach, yanking my ass up and separating my thighs to get in between them.

"Oh god yes, I was right! Your juicy ass looks so damn magnificent bent over like this" He whines out in excitement, greedily grabbing my cheeks and pulling them apart, I hear him spit down between my cheeks with a muttered out cuss.

A sudden rough slap makes me cry out and squirm, he chuckles at me realising I liked it so he repeats it on the other cheek. I yelp when teeth harshly dig into my cheek, Jungkook animalistically growls against my skin making my pussy clench and I can't stop my body twisting in a strong squirm tensing my whole body.

"You like that, huh princess?" He groans against my skin, licking a soothing stripe across the bite on my skin, before sucking a harsh mark on my right buttock.

More spit lands between my butt landing on my puckered hole, a small moan falls out of my mouth as Jungkook literally worships my ass like it's precious. Hands and his mouth are on me like he's starving and can't help himself.

Another load of spit lands on my hole and I jump when a tongue swipes from my mound to my ass, oh shit this is new but so good.

A long loud ahhh bursts out of my mouth making Jungkook moan and probe at my hole with his tongue, his hands pulling my cheeks apart as far as they will go. It feels like he's actually making out with my asshole and really enjoying it too.

His tongue is lapping at it with a whiny groan, I squeak when his rough tongue penetrates it, pressing it in as far as he can go, his face squashed against my cheeks moaning out in a vulgar way.

Jungkook wriggles his face as he presses in a gentle rhythm, I feel one of his hands come around my thigh and underneath my stomach. He caresses my folds and starts firmly rubbing at them. This dual feeling is making me feel almost too much, he's so good at it too.

"Oh my god, ahhh that feels so fucking good! Sooo good, yes!" I give him a slutty sounding moan, I sound so desperate and needy.

Jungkook reacts by caressing my clit faster with a loud hum. It doesn't take me long to start grinding my ass against his face and whining at him with a sob, I fall spectacularly sounding like some fucking porn star as I writhe like some whore against his mouth, riding out my orgasm loudly.

I'm panting as I come down from an intense orgasm as he just keeps his hand against my folds pressing.

Jungkook suddenly kneels up abruptly slapping my ass and thrusting into my pussy with a growled out fuck yes. His thrusts are feral as he smashes his hips against my ass being really vocal.

"Damn baby, your ass jiggles so good. I'm fucking filming this, shit I have too it's too good. I want to remember it" Jungkook lewdly moans, I feel him lean over and grab his phone and moan as the light glows illuminating the bedroom. It brightens up the area as this room is only lit by the leds that frame the wall at the moment.

"Hell yes, ass is absolutely heavenly, so big and juicy. Bounces so fucking good, I love your ass, princess. Hmmm, my cock looks so big in your little cunt". Jungkook filthily praised, letting out a grunt slapping my ass cheeks again.

One of his hands is grabbing my hip as his hips smack against my ass so fast that I'm sobbing, he's pressing me into the bed and I can hear him panting.

"My pretty little baby, you look. . look so cute and tiny under. . underneath me. Hmm I love how small you look taking my dick, fuck yes!" Jungkook pants, slapping my ass again.

"I'm gonna cum all over your ass, it's gonna look so pretty" He whines just from the thought, still filming me.

He's absolutely railing me and I'm feeling like I'm going to orgasm again. My body keeps squirming as I whimper into the bed, I'm definitely going to feel this tomorrow. My thighs are shaking and I'm now squeezing him so hard that his thrusts are getting sloppy.

"Fuck, are you gonna cum again, baby? Little pussy is gripping me so hard, I'm sooo close. Shit!" Jungkook lewdly hums getting faster.

One more slap of my ass and the knot in my body snaps, I'm wailing so loud as I grind against him panting. Jungkook hisses and a long groan falls from his mouth.

"Damn! Oh yes, that's it orgasm all over my cock, so good princess"

He has now paused like he's relishing the feeling of me squeezing around him. Then he pulls out of me suddenly and I can feel him jerking off.

I feel his hot release spurting all over my cheeks and running down my butt too, his tip moving around making a mess of me as he whines, tugging at himself.

"So pretty, so fucking sexy for me, sweetheart. Good girl, so good for me. That looks so filthy, yes" Jungkook hisses rubbing his tip against my little puckered hole.

I'm panting into the sheets and twitching with extreme aftershocks still, I have truly been fucked into the sixth dimension. The light on the phone goes off so I assume he stopped filming us.

I always imagined that sex with Jungkook would feel good but this was euphoric and I kind of wish he had taken my first time as it was shitty and hurt me, where I was so tense and pushed myself into doing it. I can hear Jungkook panting and a hand is caressing the side of my hip.

"You okay, princess? I didn't actually hurt you did I?" He asks me, sounding gentle and sweet. His duality is so extreme, he’s gone from stern and dominant to sweet and worrying about me. His harsh vulgar filthy mouth suddenly turns to soft and caring.

"No babe, I'm still trying to come down from my high. I think you fucked me so good that I was in outer space, Kookie" I giggle at him with my head still laying on the sheets, I bet I look a sweaty mess.

“Think I was there with you, princess” He chuckles at me still sounding breathless, as his hand starts to caress my back now.

"Let me get something to clean you up" He moves away humming as he gives my ass a tender squeeze, wandering off. I hear water running, then footsteps as a wet flannel starts wiping my folds then all over my ass.

"That's better, my beautiful girl" Jungkook hums as he wipes then walks off to dispose of the flannel.

Then he wanders off coming back with a bottle of water for me which I guzzle down feeling out of breath still. Jungkook then picks me up to take me to the toilet first and brings me back, placing me on the bed with a huge grin on his lips. Jungkook jumps on the bed pulling me to him and into his arms, his soft lips pressing softly against mine.

"I love you so damn much, my pretty princess" He stares at me with those doe eyes full of stars, with that beautiful bunny smile.

"I love you too Kookie, I've always loved you" I tell him, gently pressing my lips to his.

"I will be standing next to you forever, my precious Princess" Jungkook sweetly grins and I smile, caressing his cheek.

"Forever bun" I reply feeling so happy as I stare into his eyes feeling euphoric and loved. Happiness fills me as I finally feel that I'm where I was always supposed to be.

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Coming Home (m) | PJM | Part one

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Summary: When your best friend, Park Jimin, who you’ve had a crush on since forever, suggests you stay at his house to heal and find yourself again after a series of traumatizing events had haunted you for years, you don’t hesitate to accept. Within those walls, a safe haven is woven, where wounds can heal and memories find release. As he nurtures your shattered spirit, an unexpected intimacy unfurls, leaving the fragile barrier between friendship and deeper emotions in question - can you keep your feelings hidden?

Pairing: Jimin x reader (female, “Y/N”)

Other characters: Yoongi, Hoseok, Seokjin, OC (female, she is the therapist) and another OC (male, he is the perp). Also readers parents and mention of Jimin's.

AUs: Best friends to lovers!au, detective!jimin Genres/themes: thriller/dark, yandere vibes, slice of life, healing after trauma, angst, smut and fluff.

Rating: mature/explicit/R18

Word count: 20K

Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTS— it’s just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you don’t like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you 🌸

Warnings: Mention of past abuse and sexual assault (r*pe), trauma, stalking, trust issues, insecurities, thriller vibes, angst, fluff, slice of life, healing after trauma (including therapy sessions), blood (only in the beginning), BIG feelings, protective Jimin, previous character death (a parent), Jimin being soft and loving, self defense.

Disclaimer about warnings: I know nothing about sexual or physical abuse (I only know psychological because I experienced that, not in a sexual context though). This story is fiction, I do not mean to say that this is how one would go through their emotions or handle this situation. This is a delicate and fragile subject, so proceed with caution. I also know nothing about police work or the work in emergency/hospitals.

Also, I don’t own BTS or know how they would act in a similar situation. This story is purely fiction, a fragment of my imagination. They just inspire me so much 💜

Cross posted to AO3!

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Rain pelts down relentlessly, each drop a sharp reminder of the danger chasing you. 

The downpour blurs the line between raindrops and tears as they cascade down your face. 

Clothes cling to your skin, suffocating, strangling. 

Keep moving, keep running, the mantra plays on a loop in your mind. 

With each pounding heartbeat, the echo of footsteps grows louder. The adrenaline coursing through your veins drowns out the sound of the rain, but the fear in your heart is deafening. 

Each breath is a desperate gasp, the air heavy with the scent of damp earth and the promise of danger lurking in the shadows. 

Every second counts, and the darkness seems to conspire against your escape, threatening to swallow you whole. Amidst the chaos, doubt gnaws at your resolve. 

Why did things have to turn out this way? 

Could you have done something differently?

But you push those thoughts away; now is not the time for self-doubt. 

The world around you blurs, but your heart beats like a war drum, urging you to escape the nightmare chasing your every step. Clenching your fits, you find a sliver of strength and determination within yourself, vowing to fight until the very end. 

Your tears mix with the rain, blurring your vision again, but you can’t afford to stop. The pain in your chest isn’t just from exhaustion; it’s the weight of a thousand regrets and shattered dreams. 

Memories flash before your eyes like lightning strikes, and you wonder if you’ll ever get a normal life again. But amidst the turmoil, one thought anchors you: survival.

The empty streets seem to stretch endlessly, dim streetlights casting flickering shadows that dance around you. An eerie feeling tightens in your chest - what if he had followed you? 

Exhaustion gnaws at your limbs as you continue to run, legs turning to jelly beneath you. In the distance, a familiar fence and yard comes into view, you feel a twinge of hope surrounding your heart. 

You quicken your pace, stumbling forward, almost there. 

The front door is within reach, and relief wash over you. 

You slam your body against the door, desperate for refuge. Pain sears through your shoulder, but you hardly notice. 

Knocking feverishly, you hope someone, anyone, will answer in this dark hour. But the silence that follows only heightens the fear bubbling within you. 

The wind whispers, carrying with it haunting whispers that seem to echo your own terror.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

His eyes snap open, frustration already creeping into his mind. What in the world is going on outside this time? 

Those blasted drunk teenagers just never seem to learn, do they? Groaning, he begrudgingly leaves the comfort of his bed, fatigue tugging at every step he takes down the hall to the front door. 

Should he open it and scold them? 

Or maybe he should just yell from inside? 

“Go home and sleep it off!” he yells, clenching his jaw with irritation. 

Just as he turns to retreat to his bed, the knocking grows louder and more insistent. He can’t ignore it any longer, and what’s worse, he hears someone crying amidst the chaos. Mortified by the possibility that someone might be hurt, he gives in and opens the door. 

What greets him, he had not expected at all.

You. 

As the door swings open, your heart leaps with relief, and tears of joy blur your vision. 

There he is, Jimin, your best friend of countless years, his dark brown eyes locking into yours. 

Without a second thought, you rush inside, seeking refuge in the familiar space of his home. 

Your back collides with the nearest wall, and you bury your face in your hands, overcome with emotions you’ve been holding back for too long. Jimin is taken aback by your sudden appearance, his mind racing to process what just happened, as he runs a hand through his dark locks. 

It takes a moment for him to register that it’s in fact you, his dearest friend, standing before him after a long period of time. He can’t help but look you up and down, trying to find words that seem to escape him in this moment of surprise and bewilderment.

His eyes widen, mouth agape, as he struggles to comprehend the sight before him. 

“Close and lock the door, dammit!” your voice trembles, the fear palpable in every syllable. Shivering uncontrollably, you stand on the threshold of his home, vulnerable and on edge. 

Jimin snaps out of his stupor and hurriedly complies, shutting the door in a swift motion. He watches you, torn between terror and warmth reflected in his eyes. Seeing you in such distress, his heart aches, but he knows not how to ease your pain. 

You stand here, trembling and panting, a state he’s never witnessed before. Without hesitation, he pulls you into a comforting embrace, but your body remains unresponsive, numb to the touch.

“What in the world happened to you?!” Jimin’s eyes widen in shock as he tightly grips your arms, searching for answers in your tear-filled eyes. You can’t meet his gaze and instead fidget with your fingers, the burden of your secret weighing heavy on your heart. 

With a sudden realization, Jimin’s eyes dart downward, and he gasps as he sees your bare and bloodied feet.

“OMG! You are bleeding! Did you run here barefoot? What happened?” he urgently asks, his mind racing with concern. 

He rushes into the kitchen, his voice a mix of worry and instructions to stay put. You can’t find the words to explain, so you merely nod as he returns with bandages and a glass of water.

The sound of your sobbing fills the room as Jimin carefully tends to your injured feet, his hands gentle and comforting. He’s always been there for you, a pillar of support, and in this moment, you’re reminded of why he’s your best friend. 

The glass of water he hands you feels like salvation, a small act of kindness that speaks volumes about the bond you share.

As the silence envelopes the room, you take a deep breath, unsure of how to articulate the series of events that led you here. 

Jimin sits besides you, his presence a source of solace, and you feel a flicker of courage to share your pain. You know that you can trust him, that he’ll listen without judgment, and that thought alone is enough to make you feel a little less alone.

“We need to get you to a doctor,” Jimin begins to say, but you immediately shake your head, chanting ‘no’ repeatedly, your heart pounding in your chest. An uneasiness settles in Jimin’s expression, his concern growing with every passing second.

“You have been missing for five fucking years!” Jimin’s voice raises, a mix of frustration and desperation evident in his tone. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and implores you to slow down and relax. 

The gravity of his words sinks in, and your whole world comes to a halt. 

Five years? It couldn’t have been more than a few months, you think in disbelief. 

You lock eyes with him, and the floodgates of your emotions burst open. What started as sobs turns into pained screams and gut-wrenching cries. Your whole body vibrates with anguish, and in that moment, you find comfort in Jimin’s embrace. 

Being in his arms feels like coming home, and you instantly feel safe, your body beginning to relax under his touch.

“I have to call the police, Y/N, and you know that,” Jimin says with a heavy heart. Deep down, you know he’s right, but the thought of facing what happened to you is terrifying. 

You nod, trying to hold back the tears that fall from your red, swollen eyes, the realization of your missing years cruising you from all sides.

Jimin leads you into the kitchen, gesturing for you to take a seat on a worn stool beside the counter. 

As you sit down, your eyes wander around the room, landing on familiar photos adorning the walls. Some feature Jimin, his family, and others of you both together, capturing moments of laughter and joy. A bittersweet smile tugs at your lips as you remember the warmth of those times. 

Jimin’s presence beside you is both comforting and heartbreaking. The burden of the past five years hangs heavily in the air, unspoken but palpable. 

Despite the reunion, a sense of distance lingers between you, as if the chasm of time has carved an unbridgeable gap.

“Y/N, I have to make the call now,” he says softly, his voice laced with concern. 

“I promise I’ll find you some new clothes and finish taking care of your feet afterward” his words are reassuring, but you can’t help the unease gnawing at your heart. 

The prospect of facing the consequences of your disappearance looms before you, and you can’t help but wonder how much has changed in your absence. You glance at the photos once more, your smile now tinged with melancholy. The memories they hold are precious, reminders of the bond you share with Jimin, but they also serve as a reminder of the time you can never get back. 

As Jimin steps away to make the call, you find solace in the familiarity of the kitchen, a place that once felt like a second home. The creaking of the floorboards and the faint scent of a home cooked meal bring a sense of nostalgia, but the gravity of the present is too heavy to ignore. 

Uncertainty lingers like a shadow, and you wonder how your life will unfold from this point on.

Still sobbing, you watch as Jimin rushes around the house, his voice firm and commanding as he makes the urgent phone call. 

“It’s Y/N! You have to come now. Yes! Y/N! Get your asses down here. Get all of them!” 

The gravity of the situation settles heavily in the room, leaving you both anxious. Jimin returns with a first aid kit, his eyebrows furrowed with concern. He kneels before you, gently inspecting your injured feet again. The pain is excruciating, and you instinctively pull away, hissing at the contact. 

“It hurts” you cry out, tears streaming down your cheeks.

His worried gaze meets yours, his heart breaking at the sight of your pain. 

“I bet it does… Where have you been?… I have so many questions,” he says, gesturing with his hands. As you place your feet back in his hands, he notices the depth of the cuts, and his concern deepens. 

He realizes that you must have endured a long and harrowing journey to get such severe injuries. You find it hard to answer his questions; there’s so much to say, yet the words fail to form, you feel a mix of guilt, fear, and relief at being found, but the overwhelming weight of the past five years makes it difficult to find the right words. 

So you remain silent, unable to provide the answers he seeks. Jimin accepts your silence for now, recognizing that the wounds go far beyond the physical cuts.

He gently tends to your injuries with gauze and the bandages from earlier, his touch a mixture of tenderness and sorrow. 

The unspoken questions hang in the air, leaving both of you grappling with the uncertainty of the future. You both forget the prospect of a new change of the clothes he promised as time tickles by.

About ten minutes later, a sharp knocking at the door sends a shiver down your spine, and you freeze in place. Jimin offers reassurance, but the anxiety hangs heavy in the air as he walks to open the door.

In come a group of uniformed police officers, and trailing behind them, you spot medics from the ambulance. 

The realization that your disappearance is something serious only adds to the anxiety gnawing at your heart. 

One of the officers stands out from the rest, with mint hair that catches your attention. He exchanges greetings with Jimin, referring to him as ‘Detective Park’, and you deduce that they must work together. 

It dawns on you that Jimin has achieved his childhood dream of becoming a detective. It pulls at your heart strings, proudness filling your heart.

The man with mint hair approaches you, introducing himself as Detective Min Yoongi. His calm and composed demeanor sets you at ease momentarily. “Hey Y/N, is it alright if I ask you some questions?” he says, his voice smooth and unwavering. 

As the atmosphere fills with tension and unspoken questions, you brace yourself for what lies ahead. 

The presence of the police and the sudden arrival of the whole police squad hint at the gravity of the situation, leaving everybody in the room on edge. 

The minutes tick by, and the gravity of your disappearance and the uncertainty of the future loom large.

“Dammit Min! Let us take care of her first before you make her re-play what happened to her!” An unfamiliar voice shouts, the paramedic’s frustration evident in the sharp tone. 

You glance over and see a tall man with broad shoulders approaching, carrying a bag of medical supplies. Behind him, a younger guy with a smile as bright as the sun follows closely. 

The tension in the room heightens as Detective Yoongi steps aside to let the two medics pass. 

The tall man’s protective stance and the younger guy’s warm demeanor catch your attention. Their presence offers a glimmer of relief amidst the uncertainty that surrounds you. 

The paramedic’s concern is palpable, and you feel a wave of gratitude for someone looking out for you in this disorienting moment. 

Detective Yoongi, on the other hand, seems resolute in his approach, keen on getting to the bottom of what happened. 

The conflict between his determination and the medics’ insistence on prioritizing your well-being leaves you torn and uncertain of what to expect next. 

As the medics attend to you, their professionalism and care give you a sense of security. The man with the broad shoulders, voice’s boldness in defending you feels like a comforting aid, assuring you that you’re not alone in facing whatever ordeal lies ahead. 

With a mix of emotions swirling inside you, the room becomes a whirlwind of activity.

“Hi. I’m Seokjin, and this is my buddy, Hoseok. We’re going to take a look at your cuts on your feet and determine if you have to ride with us to the hospital, okay?” 

Seokjin’s voice is gentle and comforting as he introduces himself and Hoseok. They both exchange a side-eye with detective Min, unimpressed by his approach. 

You feel a glimmer of relief at the soothing tone of the medics, finding comfort in their presence. You allow the paramedics to tend to your feet, the pain and discomfort still fresh from your barefoot run. Hoseok unwraps the bandages Jimin had put on you, inspects your feet and notices the bruises. Instantly, you withdraw your legs, hiding them under your gown, as if trying to shield yourself from further scrutiny. 

The sudden attention draws everyone’s gaze, making you feel exposed and vulnerable.

“I, I…” you stammer, looking down, afraid to share the source of your bruises. 

Your voice trails off, and fear grips your heart. However, the medics’ caring demeanor slowly breaks through your defenses, reminding you that they are here to help, not harm. 

“You don’t have to be afraid anymore,” Seokjin says, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on your shoulder. 

You flinch, instinctively trying to pull away from the touch, unable to fully accept comfort in this moment. 

Hoseok and Seokjin exchange a knowing glance, understanding the depth of your unease. 

Instead of pushing further, they give you space and time to process. Their empathy creates a safe space, allowing you to slowly open up and trust in their care. 

With their gentle presence and understanding, you start to feel a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, you can get through this.

As the paramedics continue to tend to your injuries, you notice that all the police officers have circled around Jimin, engaging in small talk. 

The room feels charged with tension, and you can tell that Jimin is both grateful for their support and eager to ensure that you receive the care you need. Jimin’s gaze shifts back to you, concern evident in his eyes as he observes the way you deflect any attempts at physical touch. 

His mind races, trying to understand the reasons behind your reaction. He’s torn between joining the police officers and focusing on your well-being. Hoseok’s interruption brings him back to the present. 

“We should take her to the hospital to get checked,” he suggests, pulling Jimin’s attention away from the crowd. “It’s hard to determine the extent of her injuries here.” 

Jimin’s heart sinks at the realization that your injuries might be more severe than he initially thought. He feels a sense of urgency to ensure that you receive proper medical attention, yet he knows that he can’t push you to do something you’re not comfortable with. 

“I’ll go with her,” Jimin says, the determination in his voice clear. 

He glances back at the police officers, who nod in understanding. They trust his judgment and know that your well-being is his top priority. 

As Hoseok and Seokjin prepare to take you to the hospital, Jimin steps beside you, offering a gentle smile. 

“You don’t have to worry. We’ll all take care of you” he reassures, his voice soft and comforting. He understands that you may be hesitant, but he’s determined to support you every step of the way. 

With Jimin’s unwavering support, you find a flicker of reassurance amidst the uncertainty. 

“Jin is just going to get the stretcher from the ambulance, and then we can go to the hospital,” Hoseok says reassuringly. You nod, the load of exhaustion settling heavily on your shoulders. 

Your body feels like it weighs a ton, and even the simplest tasks seem daunting. Seokjin arrives with the stretcher, and you manage to sit down with the help of Hoseok. 

“Please lie down, and we will secure you.” he says with an encouraging smile. The softness of his voice offers a glimmer of comfort amidst the chaos. 

At your side, Detective Min Yoongi appears, determined to take your statement. 

The idea of reliving the events feels overwhelming, and you shake your head, too tired to delve into the details.

“I think it will be alright for her to get checked out at the hospital first, no?” Seokjin suggests, his voice firm yet understanding. 

The conflict between the detective and the paramedics become apparent, each prioritizing their own objectives. Detective Yoongi grumbles his acceptance, a begrudging nod signaling his reluctant agreement. 

As the paramedics wheel you out of Jimin’s house and towards the waiting ambulance, you feel a mix of emotions - exhaustion, uncertainty, and relief. 

The events of the night have taken a toll, and the path ahead remains uncertain. But for now, you take solace in the reassurance of the paramedics and the support of Jimin and his colleagues.

On the way out, Jimin informs you that he’ll follow in his car since he couldn’t be with you in the ambulance. 

You’re secretly relieved that the paramedics insisted on you riding alone. 

In the ambulance, Hoseok gently tends to your feet again, his touch soft and comforting as he removes the gauze. You wince as he cleans the wounds properly, the pain a sharp reminder of the night’s events. 

“How come you have all these cuts on your feet?” Hoseok’s voice carries a mix of curiosity and concern, and you can sense his genuine desire to understand and help. He wraps your feet in fresh bandages, his soothing gaze never leaving you.

“I ran barefoot,” you offer a simple answer, not yet ready to delve into the details.

“But why were you not wearing any shoes?” Hoseok persists, his gentle tone an attempt to coax the truth from you. 

“I didn’t have time to grab them” you reply, turning your head away, already weary of the questions.

Hoseok’s caring eyes sweep over you, and he notices the black and yellow discolorations on your legs and arms. His concern deepens as he observes the evidence of further injuries. 

“I know you’re tired and don’t like me asking questions, but I need to ask some to help you, you know?” he explains, trying to establish a connection with you.

You flinch when he places his hand on your skin, feeling exposed and vulnerable. 

Memories of the past five years flood your mind, and you can’t help but pull away, mortified by the unwanted touch. The burden of your experiences is heavy, and sharing them feels like an insurmountable task. 

Yet, amidst your discomfort, you find a glimmer of hope in Hoseok’s genuine concern, knowing that he may be the one to help you find the strength to voice the events.

You take a deep breath, feeling your heart pounding in your chest. You know you must tell Hoseok, and later, Detective Yoongi too. Gathering all your courage and mental strength, you feel your body tense as you prepare to share the painful truth.

“I was abducted and abused,” you say in a faint, low voice, your eyes darting away, unsure about the reaction you'll receive. 

The weight of the words hangs heavily in the air, and you feel Hoseok’s presence, supportive and patient, as you struggle to find the right words.

You take another breath, steadying yourself before continuing, “And sexually assaulted” you whisper, almost as if speaking any louder would cause the memories to become too overpowering.

The silence that follows feels suffocating, but you know you can’t take back what you’ve shared. 

Your vulnerability lies bare before Hoseok, and you wonder how he’ll respond. In this moment of revelation, you realize that speaking about your past is just the beginning of a journey towards healing. 

You brace yourself for what comes next, hoping that the weight of your experiences will now be shared, lessening the burden you’ve carried for so long.

Hoseok looks at you, his eyes glistening with tears he’s trying to hold back, not wanting to cry in front of you. 

“Y/N, fuck, I’m so, so sorry that happened to you” he murmurs, his voice is filled with raw emotion. He attempts to give you a reassuring smile. But the pain in his eyes betrays the facade. 

The weight of your trauma hangs heavy in the air, making the atmosphere in the ambulance feel dense and suffocating. For the rest of the ride, Hoseok falls silent, the words caught in his throat. 

The ambulance finally stops, and the doors open, revealing the outside world again. 

As they wheel you out of the vehicle, Seokjin notices the tension between you and Hoseok. Concerned, he asks what happened, his gaze shifting between the two of you.

Hoseok hesitates, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. He’s torn between sharing the information with Jin and wanting to protect you from further pain. 

In the end, he decides to keep his head down, the weight of the unspoken words hanging in the air. Feeling drowsy, you manage to recount the horrifying events to Seokjin, who listens with sadness in his eyes. 

His reassurance that you’re safe now provides some comfort amidst the overwhelming emotions. “You should agree to get the sexual assault kit done. Maybe they can find the guy in the system, you never know.” he suggests, his concern evident in his voice.

As they wheel you inside the hospital, you find yourself surrounded by a team of doctors and nurses ready to help. Hoseok’s presence beside you provides a sense of security, and you notice how he smiles at a particular nurse with a boxy smile, displaying a reassuring camaraderie.

Suddenly, a thought crosses your mind “Jimin?” you ask, looking at Hoseok for reassurance.

“He will be right behind you in a moment. He’s probably parking his car” Hoseok assures you, waving as he and his partner step back outside.

As the nurses wheel you further into the hospital, you feel a mix of emotions - fear, exhaustion, and relief. 

The trauma you’ve experienced still weighs heavily on your mind, but the support and care from those around you offer a glimmer of hope. 

You take a deep breath, knowing that you’re in good hands, and that with the help of the hospital team, the police and your best friend, you’re one step closer to finding justice and healing.

Jimin keeps a short distance to the ambulance, his heart pounding in his chest as he refuses to lose track of it. 

With each passing second, the urgency in his movements grows. 

When the ambulance finally arrives at the hospital, he finds himself racing to find a parking space, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of you. 

The ambulance is fortunate to park in front of the emergency department doors, allowing medical personnel to respond swiftly. 

Jimin spots a free parking spot not too far away and practically dumps his car, almost forgetting to lock it in his haste. He dashes to the front doors, his feet carrying him as fast as they can.

As he approaches the emergency department, he spots the ambulance parked to the side, with Hoseok and Seokjin standing outside, restocking items. 

His heart sinks at the sight of the ambulance, knowing that you’re probably inside, dealing with the aftermath of what must be a traumatic event. 

Jimin’s emotions are a whirlwind - concern, worry, and determination. He knows he needs to be there for you, to offer support and comfort during this difficult time.

With a deep breath, he pushes forward, determined to be by your side. 

Jimin arrives, panting and out of breath, his heart pounding as he seeks answers. As he reunites with Hoseok and Seokjin, his gaze instinctively searches for you, hoping to see you safe and cared for. 

Your journey to healing has just begun, and Jimin is resolute in his commitment to stand by you every step of the way.

He greets Hoseok with a worried smile, but something is off. Hoseok’s smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes, a telltale sign that something serious has happened.

“What happened?” he asks, the concern evident in his voice, upset that something has clearly affected his dear friend.

“It’s better that Y/N tells you…” Hoseok replies, turning away from Jimin, reluctant to share the details.

Jimin isn’t satisfied with that response. 

Their years of friendship have given him the ability to sense when something is wrong with Hoseok. He reaches out, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder, silently urging him to open up. 

Seokjin intervenes, understanding the need to share the truth. He places his hands on the two friends, offering his support. With a sigh, he encourages Hoseok to speak.

“She was assaulted…” 

Hoseok finally reveals, his voice carrying the weight of your trauma. Jimin freezes, his heart sinking at the revelation. He struggles to process the information, grappling with a mix of shock, anger, and a fierce desire to protect you.

“How?” 

Jimin asks in a stern voice, determined to understand the details despite his internal turmoil. He knows he needs to be strong for you, but the truth is overwhelming. He braces himself for the answers, ready to face whatever comes next.

“... Sexually” 

Hoseok’s usual sunshine and brightness vanished, leaving the outdoors heavy with the weight of the revelation. Jimin felt the anger take root in his body, making his blood boil. He was furious that such a thing could happen to you, and he regretted not being there to prevent it. 

The surge of emotions overwhelmed him; he couldn’t bear the thought of you going through such pain.

“Thanks” he muttered, his voice tinged with urgency, and turned towards the doors in a hurry. He had to see you, make sure you were alright given the circumstances, and let you know he would be there for you no matter what.

But before he could leave, Hoseok’s voice stopped him in his tracks. 

Turning back, he faced his friend, his heart pounding in his chest. 

“There’s one more thing you should know…” Hoseok began, his expression filled with genuine sadness. Jimin braced himself for more devastating details, but nothing could have prepared him for what came next.

“She was also abused. Liked multiple times… probably over a long period of time.” Hoseok said with a frown, the burden of the truth evident in his words.

“What!?” 

Jimin almost shouted, his emotions spiraling out of control. The reality of what you endured felt too much to bear. He needed to see you, to hold you close and reassure you that you were safe now. 

Determination and love swelled within him, driving him forward. He had to be there for you, to let you know that he loved you and that he would protect you with everything he had.

As you settle into your hospital room, you feel grateful for the solitude, thankful to be the only patient in it at the moment. 

The nurse with the boxy smile, Taehyung, you learned, tends to you with professionalism and attentiveness, his reassuring smiles putting you at ease. His presence feels like a calming force amidst the turmoil of recent events.

 As he ensures your comfort, he gently inquires about what happened to you, just like the paramedics did earlier. Taking a deep breath, you recount the harrowing experience, trusting Taehyung to listen without judgment. His genuine concern is evident as he nods in understanding, offering you unwavering support. 

Remembering Seokjin’s suggestion about the assault kit, you express your willingness to go through with it. Taehyung agrees that it’s a good idea and asks if you’d feel more comfortable with a female coworker conducting the examination. 

You contemplate the option for a moment, acknowledging your vulnerability in this situation. Finally, you decide to have a female nurse perform the exam but request Taehyung to be present by your side for comfort.

“I’d appreciate having you there,” you say, appreciating the calm and caring energy he exudes. Taehyung nods warmly, assuring you that he’ll be right there to support you through the process.

The hospital room takes on a sense of tranquility as you put your trust in Taehyung, knowing that you’re in capable hands.

As Taehyung explains the process of the examination, you feel anxiety wash over you. The police involvement is a daunting prospect, but you're grateful that Jimin is part of it. 

When the door opens, and Jimin steps in, a sense of comfort washes over you, his familiar presence easing your tension.

“—You Taehyung?” Jimin asks, panting, concern evident in his expression as he approaches your bed. Taehyung stands in front of Jimin, almost like a shield, protective of you.

“Yes” Taehyung responds firmly. 

“Who are you?” he asks, sizing Jimin up with a discerning look.

“I’m a friend of Y/N. Detective Park Jimin” he replies, his eyes searching your face and body for any signs of discomfort.

“Oh.” Taehyung mutters, stepping aise to give Jimin space by your side. You try to sound tough, assuring Jimin that you’re fine, but he sees through the facade.

“You’re in no shape or form fine, and it’s okay to acknowledge that,” Jimin says, grabbing a chair and sitting down beside you, his supporting gesture speaking volumes.

When you ask if Jimin can be present during the examination, Taehyung hesitates for a moment before agreeing, on the condition that he sees Jimin’s identification. You feel relieved when Jimin shows his badge, securing his place by your side.

“I don’t have to be here if you’re uncomfortable with it, Y/N” Jimin says gently, squeezing your hand reassuringly and you feel your cheeks blush.

“I would prefer you. I don’t want somebody from the police that I don’t know” you reply, squeezing his hand back, the trust and affection between you two evident.

“Okay then. I’ll just get a female nurse to come and do the vaginal exam now” Taehyung says, leaving the room with a mix of sadness and determination in his eyes.

The weight of the situation settles in, but with Jimin by your side, you feel stronger and more ready to face what comes next.

The vaginal examination has been anything but pleasant, but you’re grateful that Jimin stayed by your side the whole time, providing a sense of security amidst the discomfort. 

After the female nurse and Taehyung leave the room, you find yourself alone with Jimin again. 

His presence is both comforting and unsettling, and you can sense the burden of unspoken questions between you. Jimin’s eyebrows keep furrowing as he paces the room, a clear sign of the many inquiries swirling in his mind. 

You can tell he wants to ask you so many things, but he’s also aware of the sensitivity of the situation. 

He starts to speak a few times but falls silent just as quickly, understanding that this may not be the right moment. Time seems to stretch on, with each passing moment carrying the weight of unspoken words. 

The room is filled with an atmosphere of both comfort and tension, the air charged with emotions that neither of you knows quite how to express.

You feel the urge to break the silence, to tell Jimin everything that has happened, but the words catch in your throat. 

It’s hard to put into words the trauma you’ve experienced, the pain you’ve endured. It was easier to tell the paramedics and Taehyung, because they aren’t as close to you. 

There’s a fear that sharing the details might make it all too real, and might make Jimin think less of you. 

Yet, in the midst of the silence, you find a sense of solace in Jimin’s presence. There’s an unspoken understanding between you, a deep connection that doesn’t require words. You know he’s there for you, ready to listen and support you whenever you’re ready to share.

As Jimin continues to pace, you catch his eye and manage a small, appreciative smile. It’s a signal that you’re not quite ready to talk yet, but you’re thankful for his presence. The gesture seems to ease some of the tension in the room, and Jimin’s features soften.

For now, you both find comfort in the silence, knowing that when the time is right, you’ll have each other to lean on. In this moment of vulnerability and uncertainty, the unspoken words between you carry more weight than any spoken ones ever could.

The silence in the room is broken by the entrance of Taehyung, a warm smile on his face. Despite the gentle expression the news he brings sends a shiver down your spine. 

“Hey Y/N,” he begins, “I just wanted to let you know that we have called your parents, and they are on their way”.

You freeze at the mention of your parents.

Jimin looks at you, sensing your sudden unease. 

Taehyung, on the other hand, seems momentarily puzzled by the tension in the room before it dawns on him. 

“Shit. You didn't want them to know…” he trails off, his eyes dropping to the floor with a sense of defeat.

In a small and timid voice, you ask, “What did you tell them?”.

Taehyungs’s reply is gentle but regretful, “Only that you are in the hospital, nothing else”. He offers an apology, acknowledging that calling the emergency contact is standard procedure. You can see the sincerity in his eyes as he feels remorse for causing you further distress.

The conflicting emotions inside you are overwhelming. 

Part of you wants your parents’ support and comfort during this difficult time, but another part dreads their reaction, fearing their judgment and disappointment. 

You glance at Jimin, hoping to find relief in his presence. Jimin, sensing your distress, reaches out to hold your hand, offering silent support. Taehyung seems to understand the complexity of the situation and takes a step back, giving you both some space.

“Thank you, Taehyung,” you finally manage to say, appreciating his concern and understanding, “I just… I’m not sure how they will react.” 

Taehyung nods, his expression sympathetic, “I understand. I’m sorry for any added stress this may have caused you. If you want, I can talk to them on your behalf, explain the situation.” 

You consider his offer, grateful for his willingness to help. “Let me think about it” you reply, feeling torn but also relieved that Taehyung is willing to be a buffer between you and your parents.

As Taehyung leaves the room, you turn to Jimin, squeezing his hand tightly.

“I’m scared, Jimin. I don’t know how they’ll react, and I don’t want to burden them with all of this.” 

Jimin’s eyes soften with understanding. 

“We’ll face it together, Y/N,” he assures you. 

“Whatever happens, I’m here for you, and we’ll navigate through this together”. In that moment, you realize the true depth of Jimin’s care and support.

The room falls into silence, and you find solace under the duvet, hiding your body away from the world. Jimin takes a seat beside your bed, the concern evident in his eyes.

“I know you don’t want to tell your parents everything that happened,” he begins gently, searching for a way to support you without pushing too much. 

“But maybe you could just… not tell them all of it” he offers, his voice soft with compassion. 

You’re taken aback by his suggestion. 

How could he know what you’re going through? 

You hadn’t even had the guts to confide in him yet. “Did the paramedics tell you what happened to me?” you ask timidly, avoiding his gaze as you fidget with the duvet and your fingers.

Jimin’s heart breaks at the vulnerability in your voice. 

He nods, his eyes filled with sorrow. 

“I’ve been friends with Hoseok for some time, so I asked him to tell me,” he admits, squeezing your hand gently. 

“He didn’t want to. I’m sorry, I know I should have asked you instead.” 

You finally meet his gaze, seeing the pain and empathy in his eyes. 

“It’s okay,” you reply softly. “I understand why you wanted to know, and I appreciate your concern.” 

Talking about what happened is difficult for you, and you appreciate Jimin’s effort to understand without pushing you to share more than you’re comfortable with for now. 

“I don’t know if I can tell my parents everything,” you admit, the burden of the trauma pressing down on your shoulders. Jimin doesn’t push; he simply listens and holds your hand, a silent source of comfort. 

“You don’t have to decide right now,” he assures you. 

“Take your time. Whatever you choose to share, I’ll support you, and so will your parents” you nod, feeling a sense of relief wash over you knowing that Jimin will be there for you, no matter what. 

“Thank you” you whisper, feeling grateful for his unwavering support and understanding.

The room fills with a quiet understanding, the unspoken bond between you and Jimin providing comfort and reassurance. As you face the difficult road ahead, you find strength in knowing you’re not alone, and that you have someone who cares deeply for you by your side.

“So you’re suggesting that I only tell them that I was abducted and nothing more?” you ponder out loud, turning to Jimin for guidance. 

He nods his head in understanding, his expression gentle and reassuring. The burden of the decision feels heavy on your shoulders, torn between protecting your parents and seeking solace in their support.

A sudden knock at the door statles you, causing your head to whip around in panic. 

The dreadful feeling in your body intensities, fearing that it might be your parents. Thankfully, it's Detective Yoongi who enters, peeking his head in. You remember him from earlier, and his presence makes your heart race.

“Hello, Y/N, how are you doing?” he greets you, a mix of professionalism and concern in his voice. Jimin acknowledges him with a nod as the detective approaches the other side of your bed.

“Ehm, okay, all things considered, I think” you reply, trying to steady your breath because you know exactly why he is here and where this conversation is heading.

Detective Yoongi’s gaze softens, and you can sense his desire to help and understand.

“I’ve spoken with Hoseok, and I know it’s been a difficult time for you. We’re here to support you, Y/N. Can you tell us anything about the person who abducted you? Any details you remember?”

Yoongi looks at you and then glances at Jimin, seeking his approval. Jimin meets your eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort, when finding none, he nods and gives your hand a soft squeeze, providing reassurance.

Jimin’s grip on your hand tightens, his protective instincts kicking in. 

“She’s been through a lot, Hyung.” 

Detective Yoongi nods in understanding, recognizing the delicate situation. “Of course. Take all the time you need, Y/N” he says, conveying his support and patience.

You take a deep breath and begin recounting the night five years ago, the events that led to your abduction, and the aftermath. 

As you mention Jimin’s presence there that night, you see his reaction, the anguish and pain etched across his face. You feel a pang of sadness witnessing his emotional turmoil in response to your words. 

The Detective listens attentively, his professional demeanor mixed with compassion, creating a safe space for you to share your story. 

With every word you speak, the burden of the past bears down on you, and the memories threaten to consume you. Jimin’s unwavering presence beside you offers some comfort, a salvation in the storm of emotions.

It had gone late, and everybody was going home, some of your friends talked about taking a taxi, but you had declined, saying it was only a short walk home for you. 

The streets were eerily quiet, lit only by the dim glow of streetlights. The chilling wind sent shivers down your spine, and a sense of unease settled in the pit of your stomach as you walked down the familiar path to the forest. 

If only you had chosen to take the taxi, like Jimin had suggested, none of this would have happened, you think now, replaying the nightmarish events in your mind. 

As you walked home, you heard the unmistakable sound of a car approaching from the side. At first, you brushed it off, but then a window rolled down, and a man’s voice called out to you, offering a ride. 

You declined, trying to keep calm. 

But he persisted, his words becoming more sinister with each attempt to lure you in. 

Your heart pounded in your chest as the car suddenly accelerated, blocking your path. 

Panic surged through your veins, and you froze in your tracks, fear paralyzing your body. 

Before you could react the driver lunged at you, grabbing you from behind. 

You fought with every ounce of strength, but his grip was unyielding. Your desperate attempts to break free only fueled his aggression. A harsh chemical smell filled your nostrils as he forced a cloth over your mouth. 

The world around you blurred, and darkness enveloped your senses. Your mind became hazy, and you lost track of time, lost track of yourself. 

As you recount the horrifying memory, tears stream down your cheeks like a heavy downpour, mingling with the raw emotions that have been suppressed for so long. 

The weight of the experience bears down on you, and you can’t help but feel the burden of self-blame for not making a different choice that night.

“It’s okay, Y/N,” Jimin’s voice breaks the suffocating silence, his touch a comforting anchor. 

“You are safe now. I’m here, and I won’t let anyone hurt you again” he intertwined his fingers with one of your hands, as he hugged you tightly with the other. 

The action sends a weird tingle down your spine.

The memories are a torment, and you struggle to find the words as you recount the horrors you endured. Your voice quivers, and you take a shaky breath, trying to compose yourself. It feels like the past is clawing its way back into your present, engulfing you in darkness.

“I woke up in this unfamiliar room,” you begin, your body trembling with the weight of the memories. “There was a bed and a change of clothes, but nothing felt right. I knew something was terribly wrong” your eyes meet Jimin’s, seeking solace and strength.

As you continue, your voice becomes softer, as if you’re afraid to give voice to the nightmares that haunt you. 

“He forced himself on me, even as I screamed, cried, and begged him to stop. ‘No’ meant nothing to him” you utter, the pain evident in your voice. 

Tears glisten in Jimin’s eyes as he sobs softly, his heart aching for the pain you endured. 

He feels terrible and the only way he knows how to alleviate some of the pain, is to hug you tightly. 

“I’m so sorry” he whispers, his voice breaking with emotion, “I wish I could have done more, found you sooner.” 

“You did your best, Jimin,” you assure him, leaning against his shoulder. “You were the light in that darkness, the reason I held on. It’s not your fault” you stroke his back gently.

“Did you ever try to escape?” Yoongi’s question hangs heavy in the air, and you feel your heart tighten with dread. Memories of the countless attempts to break free flood your mind, each ending in devastating consequences.

“Yes,” you reply, the weight of your past pushing you closer to breaking point. “But every attempt only led to more pain. He beat me until I couldn’t move, leaving me bruised and broken.”

You take comfort in Jimin’s embrace, seeking support as you bare your soul, “I thought I could escape, find a way out of that nightmare. But hope faded, and I felt trapped. There was no way out.”

The ever calm Detective leaned forward, his eyes focused intently on you, “Tell me everything you can remember about the surroundings. Even the tiniest details could be crucial in finding this man” he implored, trying to elicit any information that might lead them to the perpetrator.

You close your eyes, trying to recall the blurred images from your escape. 

“I remember it was a rundown neighborhood. Lots of abandoned buildings, overgrown with weeds,” you begin, your voice wavering as the memories resurface. 

“The streets were dimly lit, and there was this eerie silence that made me feel terrified.” 

Jimin’s hand tightens around your arm, offering silent support as you continue. “I ran through narrow alleyways, twisting and turning, trying to put as much distance between me and that place. But everything felt the same, like a never-ending maze.” You sigh deeply, frustration lacing your features.

The Detective’s brows furrow with concern as he takes notes, piecing together the fragmented information. “Did you notice any landmarks or signs?” he asks, hoping for a breakthrough.

You shake your head, feeling helpless and frustrated with your inability to provide more details. “I… I don’t know,” you stammer, your voice laced with disappointment. 

“I was so focused on escaping, I didn’t really pay attention to anything else” you pout defeatedly.

Yoongi’s expression softens, understanding the immense trauma you endured. 

“It’s okay,” he reassures gently. 

“You did what you had to do to survive. We’ll do everything in our power to find this man and bring him to justice” he states assuredly with conviction.

You appreciate his comforting words, but the fear lingers in the back of your mind. 

What if they can’t find him? What if he comes after you again?

Jimin interjects, his voice firm with determination, “We won’t rest until we catch him, Y/N. You’re safe now, and we’ll make sure it stays that way.”

Yoongi nods, sharing the same determination. “We’ll keep investigating and following every lead,” he says, his gaze unwavering.

“Have you ever seen his face?” as the Detective inquires further, memories flood back, and you nod slowly, acknowledging that you had seen his face. 

The room grows tense as both detectives exchange meaningful glances, sensing the gravity of the situation.

“Would you be able to describe him to a sketch artist?” Yoongi asks, his voice steady but his eyes filled with concern.

You take a deep breath, mustering the courage to relive those horrifying moments. 

“I can try,” you reply, feeling the weight of the task ahead. 

Despite the fear that grips you, you know that providing any information could be crucial to catching the man who tormented you. Detective Yoongi then asks about the perpetrator’s name, and you recount how he demanded to be called ‘Hyun’. 

The room falls silent for a moment, filled with a heavy tension as you recall the haunting memories.

Exhaustion settles in, and you yearn for a moment of respite to process the traumatic events you’ve just relieved. 

However, your desire for peace is interrupted when there’s a knock at the door. As it slowly opens, your parents enter the room, their faces a mix of worry and relief.

Tears well up in your eyes as you see your parents, and you reach for them, seeking comfort in their embrace. 

You feel a mixture of emotions; relief to see their familiar faces, but also anxiety about possibly explaining what had happened. As your parents approach you, their eyes filled with love and concern, your heart swells with mixed emotions. 

It has been so long since you last saw them, and their presence brings comfort and a sense of home. However, the burden of the truth you carry prevents you from fully embracing their warmth. 

You don’t want to burden them with the horrific details of your ordeal, afraid that it will shatter their perception of you.

Your parents greet Jimin with warmth and confusion directed towards the other man in the room. Detective Yoongi introduces himself and explains that he’s here to help with the investigation. 

“He’s the detective in charge of my abduction case,” you explain, watching their expression shift from curiosity to shock and then concern. 

They eye him cautiously at first, but the firm handshake seems to ease their worries a bit. Jimin stands up, feeling a pang of guilt for not being able to protect you, even though he knows it was not his fault. 

Your parents look at Jimin, grateful for his presence. Jimin gestures for your dad to take the chair, and your heart swells with gratitude for your best friend’s support. With a soft smile, your father sits down beside you, and you appreciate the familiar comfort of his presence. 

Jimin steps back, giving you and your parents some space, but you can see the concern still etched on his face.

Detective Yoongi, now realizing the delicate dynamics, reassures your parents that they are doing everything they can to find the perpetrator and bring him to justice. He explains that your statement is crucial in the investigation and that they’ll do their best to support you throughout the process. He hums in approval and leaves the room.

Amidst the lingering tension, your parents turn their focus back to you, showering you with affection and love. They express how much they have missed you and how glad they are to have you back home. 

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” your father asks, his voice filled with love and worry. You nod, attempting to mask the pain and trauma that still lingers within you. 

You don’t want them to see the broken parts of you, fearing it will break their hearts too. Tears well up in your eyes as you feel the weight of their love, and you wish you could tell them everything, but you can’t bring yourself to share the horrors you’ve endured.

You squeeze their hands gently, offering a grateful smile.

 “I missed you both so much too” you say, your voice quivering with emotions.

As your parents speak, telling you that you can have your old room back at home, a mix of emotions floor your heart. Relief, fear, and uncertainty clash within you. 

You had imagined returning to your apartment, your sanctuary, after being rescued, but reality dawns on you like a heavy cloud. Your apartment is gone, leased to someone else while you were missing, and the truth hits you hard.

Your wide eyes betray your uneasiness, and your mother picks up on it immediately. 

Her comforting presence beside you offers a glimmer of reassurance, but your mind is still racing. She begins to explain the situation, how your absence resulted in losing the apartment. 

You can’t help but feel a pang of sadness and nostalgia for the place you once called home.

“I understand, mom” you say, trying to put on a brave face, but the disappointment lingers. Deep down, you had hoped to return to your apartment, to reclaim a piece of your past. Yet, it seems that life has moved on without you, and the reality of it stings.

Your dad’s explanation about them not paying the rent during your absence makes logical sense, but it adds to the weight on your shoulders. You don’t want to burden them further, and you know they have their own lives and financial responsibilities to take care of.

The conflicting emotions within you intensity. On one hand, you appreciate your parents’ offer and their unconditional love, but on the other, you crave a sense of comfort, independence and the familiarity of your own space. 

You long to heal and rebuild your life on your terms, without feeling smothered.

Taking a deep breath, you gather the courage to express your feelings. 

“I appreciate it, mom, Dad. I really do,” you start, your voice wavering slightly. 

“But I think I need some time to find my own footing again. It’s not that I don’t want to be with you, but… I need some space to heal and find myself again”. 

Your parents exchange a glance, a mixture of understanding and concern evident in their eyes. They love you deeply, and they want what’s best for you. After a moment of silence, your mother speaks softly, “We understand, sweetheart. We’ll support whatever decision you make. Just know that we’re here for you, no matter what”.

Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you feel the weight of their love and understanding. 

In that moment, you realize that while you may not have your old apartment, you have something more precious - a family that will stand by you through thick and thin.

As your parents express their concern and worry about your safety by staying by yourself, you try to reason with them, emphasizing your independence and adulthood, you’re almost twentynine years old! 

However, your mom’s heartfelt response tugs at your heartstrings, making you realize just how much they care about you. “I know you want me close and safe, and I appreciate that more than you can imagine,” you say, trying to convey your love and gratitude. 

“But I also need to find my own way and regain some semblance of normalcy.”

You explain as Jimin interjects, “She can stay at my place.” 

You whip your head to look at Jimin, feeling tears fill your eyes at his caring offer.

The tension in the room escalates as your parents ponder Jimin’s offer. They are cautious about trusting someone else with your safety, especially considering the circumstances of your disappearance. 

However, Jimin steps in, ready to prove his dedication and reliability.

“I understand your concerns, and I promise, I will do everything in my power to protect her,” Jimin says firmly, looking straight into your parents’ eyes. 

“I blame myself for what happened, for not making sure she got home safely that night, and I will not let it happen again. She will be safe with me” he assures them with a stern yet comforting look. 

His sincerity and determination leave a lasting impression on your parents. You can see their hesitancy gradually giving way to trust. Jimin’s gesture of holding their hands and expressing remorse further strengthens their belief in him.

“I will never be able to forgive myself if something happens to her again,” Jimin adds, his voice laced with regret. “I promise you, I will be her guardian and protector.”

Your parents eventually agree to the arrangement, recognizing that Jimin’s dedication to your safety outweighs their concerns. 

They also think that Jimin will be able to keep you safer, with him being a cop now. They thank him for his commitment, and you can see a sense of relief wash over them. 

Your mom still wants to make sure that you are completely comfortable with the situation, and asks if you are fine staying at Jimin’s place.

“I promise you, I’m okay staying at Jimin’s,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady. “He’s been there for me since I got back, and I trust him completely”.

Your mother’s worried expression softens as she looks into your eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort. “Are you sure, sweetheart? We just want what’s best for you”.

You nod, giving her a small smile, “I know, mom. I know both of you worry about me, and I appreciate that. But being at Jimin’s feels… comforting. It’s like I have a sense of security there,” you give a small smile. 

Deep down you know you won’t feel safe or comfortable with your own place like you initially thought, but this was a good compromise.

Your father places a reassuring hand on your shoulder, “If you ever feel uncomfortable or unsafe, don’t hesitate to call us, okay?” we’ll be there in a heartbeat.”

“I will, dad” you promise, feeling grateful for their understanding. 

“But please know that I need some time to myself too. I want to try and rebuild my life, and I think being at Jimin’s will help me with that, until I feel comfortable eventually getting my own place,” both your parents nod, accepting your decision while still trying to protect you. 

They express their love once again, and you can see the worry lingering in their eyes as they bid you goodbye.

As they leave, you let out a sigh, feeling a mix of emotions settling in. Jimin returns to your side, looking concerned as he takes the seat beside you. 

“Are you okay?” he asks gently, brushing a strand of hair away from your face and you blush at the touch.

“I will be,” you reply honestly, leaning your head on his shoulder. 

“It’s just… it must be hard for them, you know? To see me like this.” 

Jimin wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer. “They love you, Y/N. And they’ll do whatever they can to protect you. It’s natural for them to worry.” 

You nod, feeling comforted by his presence. “I know. But I also need to figure things out on my own. I need to feel like myself again.”

“You don’t have to do it alone,” Jimin says firmly. “I’m here for you, every step of the way. We’ll face this together.”

You look up at him, finding solace in his unwavering support. “Thank you, Jiminie. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

He smiles softly at his nickname, his eyes filled with warmth and love, “You’ll never have to find out. I’ll always be here for you.” 

With Jimin by your side, you know you have someone who truly understands and cares for you.

As you prepare to leave the hospital, haven met with the sketch artist too, the weight of what lies ahead settles on your shoulders. You’ve endured so much, and now the road to recovery stretches out before you like an uncertain path. 

Jimin stands beside you, his presence a constant source of strength, but you can’t help but feel the apprehension growing inside you.

Taehyung approaches you with a sympathetic smile. 

“Y/N, I’ve arranged a few appointments with a psychologist for you,” he says gently, handing you a small card. “She specializes in sexual trauma and can help you work through everything you’ve been through.” 

You take the card, trying to hold back the emotions that threaten to spill over. 

“Thank you, Taehyung,” you say softly. Feeling your heart warm at his kindness, “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.” 

Taehyung nods, his eyes filled with empathy, “Just take it one step at a time,” he advises. “Healing isn’t easy, but you’re not alone in this journey” he assures you and bids you goodbye with a soft smile and wave of his hand.

You know he’s right, but the fear of facing your trauma head-on still lingers. The thought of reliving those harrowing moments again fills you with dread. Jimin senses your unease and pulls you into a comforting embrace. 

“You don’t have to do this alone” he whispers, his voice soothing.

You find comfort in his words, knowing that he’ll be there every step of the way. As you leave the hospital, you feel a mix of emotions swirling inside you; relief to be out of that place, anxiety about the therapy sessions, and gratitude for the support you have gotten so far.

As you step into Jimin’s home, a mixture of relief and vulnerability washes over you. The walls seem warmer, the air more comforting, and the thought of having Jimin nearby offers a sense of security you haven’t felt in a long time. 

You can’t help but feel grateful for his unwavering support.

Jimin leads you to the guest bedroom, its inviting decor and cozy atmosphere offering a stark contrast to the horrors you’ve endured. The room feels like a sanctuary, a place where you can begin to heal. You thank him softly, words barely escaping your lips as you try to convey the depth of your gratitude.

“I want you to feel at home here,” Jimin says with a tender smile. 

“Take all the time you need, and remember, I’m right across the hall if you need anything, okay?” 

His reassurance soothes the residual anxiety that clings to you like a shadow. You nod, a sense of trust growing between you and Jimin, knowing that he’ll always be here to catch you when you stumble.

“I’ve taken a few days off work to help you settle in. I hope that’s okay” he explains as you follow him into the hallway. 

“That’s very sweet of you Jimin” you feel a blush creep up on your face, as your heart feels full of love with his kind actions.

As Jimin gives you the rest of the tour of his home, you can’t help but marvel at the simple yet elegant design that surrounds you. 

Each room holds its unique charm, and you find yourself drawn to the minimalistic aesthetic that exudes a sense of tranquility. 

The bathrooms feel like a serene oasis, adorned with white and blue tiles that create a soothing ambiance. You imagine yourself soaking in the bathtub, letting the worries of the day dissolve in the warm water. 

The guest rooms, tough simple, offer a cozy retreat. 

His home office is a testament to his dedication and hard work, with a touch of understated elegance in the dark gray hues that enhance the room. It’s a place where he has likely spent countless hours diligently pursuing his career as a police officer and now detective. 

Moving into the heart of the house, the open floor plan of the kitchen, living, and dining room leaves you in awe. 

The kitchen, with its white and wooden accents, feels like the heart of the home, a place where love and warmth fill the air. The wooden tabletop and thick black metal legs of the dining table strike a perfect balance between rustic and modern, inviting you to gather around for shared meals and laughter. 

The living room, with its magnificent dark green couch, beckons you to sink into its comforting embrace. As you envision spending cozy nights here, watching movies or simply enjoying each other’s company, you feel a sense of belonging settling in your heart.

Throughout the tour, Jimin’s excitement and pride in his home are palpable. 

It’s evident that he has put love and care into every corner, turning his house into a home - a place of comfort and refuge, not just for himself, but for those he cares about.

As you continue to explore the rooms, you can’t help but appreciate the changes he’s made since the last time you visited. It’s a reflection of how he’s grown, just as you have, over the years.

“This place is beautiful, Jimin,” you finally say, your voice filled with genuine admiration. “I can see how much effort and love you’ve put into making it your own.”

A soft smile graces his lips and he looks around the familiar space with newfound pride. “Thank you, Y/N” he replies. “I’m glad you like it. And I hope you’ll feel at home here too.”

You nod, feeling the burden of your past gradually lifting as you step into this new chapter of your life. This house, with its comforting embrace and the man standing beside you, promises a future filled with hope, love, and healing.

“Did you renovate it? I don’t remember it looking like this when we were kids” you inquire, genuinely curious about the transformation.

“Yeah, I did it myself,” Jimin replies with a proud smile, his hands finding refuge in his pockets.

“It’s really stunning! I also liked how your parents kept it before. But this looks so modern,” you point out, acknowledging the aesthetic choices he’s made.

As you stand in the kitchen, you can’t help but notice the emotions flickering in his eyes when you mention his parents. Sensing there’s a deeper story behind the changes, you ask, “How come your parents don’t live here anymore?”.

His eyes hold a mixture of nostalgia and pain as he reveals, “My dad died of cancer three years ago. My mom couldn’t keep up with the big house, so I bought it from her, and she lives in a small apartment in the city insead.”

You feel a pang of sorrow for him and his family, realizing the significance of this home in their lives and the changes they’ve had to endure. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” you say, offering genuine condolences.

“How were you supposed to know?” Jimin chuckles softly, his laughter carrying a hint of vulnerability. “It’s okay, really. You couldn’t have known.”

His ability to lighten the mood in such a sensitive moment surprises you, but it also speaks volumes about his resilience. Jimin seems to create an atmosphere of ease around topics that could be emotionally overwhelming, and you can’t help but appreciate his ability to find comfort even in the face of loss.

The rest of the day rushes by in a blur of conversation and laughter, leaving you with little time to process the burden of your emotions or even the movies you watched together on Jimin’s TV. The comfort of his company and the safe haven of his home envelop you like a warm embrace.

As the hours pass, you find yourself relaxing in Jimin’s presence, your guard slowly lowering. 

When a low rumbling sound fills the living room, you feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment. “Are you hungry, Y/N?” Jimin asks, amused by the hungry protests of your stomach. 

He tries to suppress his grin with his hands, but the laughter bubbling from him is unmistakable. Cursing your traitorous stomach internally, you can’t help but nod in defeat. It seems your body is making its desires known without your consent. 

Jimin assures you that he has some leftover lasagna, and your mouth waters at the thought. As he brings the steaming dish to the table, the savory aroma fills the room, making your stomach growl even louder in anticipation.

Taking your first bite, you’re pleasantly surprised at how delicious it tastes, and a satisfied ‘mmmmh’ escapes your lips. 

Jimin cuckles in response, his eyes twinkling with joy at your enjoyment. You can see the genuine happiness in his face as he watches you savor the meal.

“I take it you like it. I’m glad,” he says with a hint of pride, his own plate half-empty as he eats alongside you. 

You nod enthusiastically, your mouth full, and give him a thumbs-up to emphasize your approval. As you continue eating, the conversation flows effortlessly, and the laughter comes easily. 

Jimin’s ability to make you feel at ease and comforted shines through, and you find yourself opening up more than you ever thought possible. As the evening wears on, you realize that time has flown by, and you can’t help but wonder how you could feel so comfortable and at home with someone you’ve been apart from for so long. 

But in Jimin’s presence, it feels like you’re rediscovering a piece of yourself that you thought was lost forever.

As the night deepens, it becomes apparent that sleep is elusive, no matter how much you try to coax it. 

An odd sense of anxiety grips you tightly, and you find yourself restless and uneasy. 

You can’t quite understand the reason behind these sudden jitters, especially since you’ve slept over at Jimin’s place countless times in your younger days, but together is different; the weight of your past trauma seems to be pressing heavily on your mind.

Jimin, ever the perceptive friend, picks up on your unease. 

He offers a comforting reassurance, assuring you that you can always knock on his door if you need anything. His touch on your hand feels like a lifeline in the sea of uncertainty, offering a sense of calm amidst the turmoil of emotions.

With a grateful smile, you bid him goodnight and retreat to your designated room. 

But once you’re alone, your mind becomes a battleground of thoughts and emotions. The reality of what has happened to you, the journey of healing that lies ahead, and the uncertainty of the future all bombard your consciousness like a relentless freight train. 

You sit on the edge of the bed, you mind spinning with questions and fears. 

How will you find the strength to heal? Will you ever be able to overcome the haunting memories? Can you ever trust again after such a traumatic experience?

The silence of the night only amplifies the cacophony in your head. The ceiling above you becomes a canvas for your restless mind, and you find yourself staring blankly, unable to shut off the overwhelming thoughts.

Every creak and rustle in the house feels magnified, and your heart races with each little noise. Despite Jimin’s presence just across the hall, the fear of facing the darkness alone feels suffocating. 

You try to remind yourself that he’s there for you, but your mind is stubborn, refusing to relinquish its grip on the fear that has taken root in your heart.

Hours pass, but sleep remains elusive. 

The minutes stretch into eternity, and you’re left feeling like a prisoner of your own mind. 

The night feels like a never-ending struggle between the desire for rest and the fear of letting your guard down. 

The morning sun filters through the window, casting a warm glow over everything in the room. 

The pleasant aroma of pancakes fills the air, offering a momentary distraction from the weariness that clings to your body. But no matter how hard you try to revive yourself, the undereye bags and puffy eyes persist, bearing witness to the restless night that robbed you of much-needed sleep.

You walk into the kitchen where Jimin’s cheerful voice breaks through the haze of exhaustion, greeting you with a bright smile as he expertly flips pancakes on the stove. 

“Good morning, Y/N, did you sleep well?” he asks, his voice a melody of kindness and warmth. Despite his cheerfulness, his eyes widen in concern as they meet your tired gaze. 

He instinctively knows something is amiss.

You can’t help but sigh in response, slumping onto one of the wooden bar stools. Your body feels heavy, burdened by the weight of a night spent wrestling with haunting memories. 

“Not really,” you admit, your voice tinged with fatigue and vulnerability.

Jimin’s eyes soften with sympathy, and he gently scolds you for not reaching out for company when sleep eluded you. 

“My brain just wouldn’t shut off,” you confess, a hint of frustration seeping into your voice.

“I kept thinking about the past and all the stuff that I missed… about my future too,” you bury your face in your hands, seeking solace from the exhaustion that permeates your body.

In this vulnerable moment, you find comfort in Jimin’s presence. It’s as if his caring demeanor and genuine concern create a sanctuary for your weary soul. He doesn’t push you to talk about the details of your thoughts; instead, he simply stands beside you, a steady pillar of support.

As the pancakes sizzle on the griddle, the aroma fills the air, intertwining with the tender atmosphere between you and Jimin. The morning light casts a gentle glow, and for a moment, you feel a fleeting sense of calm amidst the storm inside you.

Jimin places a plate of warm pancakes in front of you, garnished with chocolate and jam. He offers this simple gesture as a balm for your tired spirit. 

“Here, have some breakfast. It’ll give you some energy” he says, his voice tender.

In that moment, you realize that this is more than just a shared meal. It’s an act of love and care, a way for Jimin to nourish not only your body but your soul too. And as you take a bite of the pancakes, you can’t help the blush that creeps on your face and feel grateful for having someone like him in your life - the kind of friend who stays by your side, offering comfort and understanding.

“It smells really good and looks so yummy, Jimin,” you remark with a genuine smile, appreciating not only the food but also the effort he’s put into making you feel at ease.

Jimin’s own smile widens, pleased to see you enjoying the meal he prepared. He joins in, savoring the taste of the pancakes alongside you. The moment is filled with a sense of calm, a temporary respite from the tumultuous thoughts that have been plaguing you.

But even in this tranquil moment, Jimin’s concern for your well-being doesn’t waver. 

He clears his throat gently, drawing your attention. 

“Maybe you should make an appointment with the psychologist, like that nurse Taehyung suggested,” he suggests softly, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. 

The sincerity in his words touches your heart. You can see the earnestness in his eyes, the depth of his care for you. His genuine concern is both comforting and overwhelming, reminding you that you don’t have to face your pain alone.

With a small chuckle, Jimin adds, “Of course, you can talk to me too. I wouldn’t mind lending you my ear.” 

It's an offer that comes from the heart, a promise to be there for you in any way you need. You feel a sense of gratitude wash over you, grateful to have Jimin in your life.

“Yeah, I think you’re right,” you reply, recognizing the wisdom in his suggestion. 

“And thank you so much, Jimin. It means a lot to me, all that you’re doing to help me,” a lot more than you would ever know, you almost want to add.

Later that day, as the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden hue through the windows of Jimin’s living room, as you stood there with Jimin, you found yourself facing an entirely different challenge: self-defense. 

Jimin stressed the value in being able to defend yourself, should you ever need it (especially with your perpetrator still at large). 

It is a practical and necessary step, given the circumstances. Jimin’s concern for your safety is evident. And you appreciate his determination to empower you. The seriousness of the situation loomed over you, but Jimin’s presence was a reassuring anchor.

“Alright, pay close attention,” Jimin says, his voice steady and encouraging. His arms gently wrap around your waist, pulling you closer against his solid frame. Feeling his heartbeat against your back brings a sense of flutters and comfort as you listen intently to his instructions and you already feel your breath quicken.

“First, if someone tries to choke you from behind, you need to act quickly,” he explains. 

“Use your elbows to strike their ribs or stomach. It forces them to loosen their grip.” 

As he demonstrates the movement, his arm guides your own, helping you to mimic the motion. His warm touch feels electrifying, and you feel heat rise in your cheeks. Your elbow hits his arms, and you can feel the strength in his muscles as he adjusts the pressure. 

“Good job” he praises you, a smile evident in his voice. Jimin’s encouraging words spurs you on, and you feel your confidence growing with each practiced movement. 

“Remember,” he says, his tone becoming more serious, “Don’t hesitate to use your elbow, knees, and even your fists if necessary. Your safety comes first.”  

He demonstrates the proper stance, weight distribution, and how to strike effectively without injuring yourself. As he continues to teach you, you find yourself amazed at his patience and skill. 

He moves with fluidity, demonstrating each technique with precision. It must be his dancing major, that gives him so much grace. You are entranced by his elegance and register your heartbeat quicken and your breath shorten. 

While the situation was serious, his lighthearted spirit shone through as he let you practice some kicks on him. 

“Nice kick!” he grinned, clearly impressed by your progress. 

“But keep your balance steady. You don’t want to lose it and give your attacker an advantage.”

With Jimin’s guidance, you practice each move diligently. It was physically demanding, and hard to keep your mind off his strong muscles, but his presence and encouragement made the experience far more manageable. 

He patiently corrects your posture and movements, helping you understand the importance of control and awareness.

As the session is nearing its end, Jimin demonstrates one final move. 

“And if you ever find yourself cornered,” he said, “A quick powerful kick to the groin can create the opening you need to escape.” 

With a nod you chuckle nervously, and take a step back and mimic the movement from earlier, visualizing the scenario in your mind. 

“Trust me,” he says, meeting your eyes with a serious expression, “It’s a highly effective move.”

Jimin’s eyes twinkle with pride as you execute the move with determination. 

“You’re doing great, Y/N,” he says, his voice gentle yet resolute. “Learning self-defense is about feeling empowered and in control. It’s not about being invincible, but knowing you have options.”

As you walk into the living room, a sense of excitement fills you. 

“I’ve made an appointment with the psychologist, and she actually had a spot for me tomorrow morning because someone canceled theirs,” you share with a bright and hopeful tone, eager to let Jimin know about the progress you’ve made.

Jimin’s attention shifts from the movie he’s watching, and he turns to face you, his eyes lighting up with genuine happiness for you. 

“That’s nice, Y/N,” he responds with a warm smile. But it doesn’t end there; he takes it a step further, showing his unwavering support and care for you. 

“I can drive you tomorrow and wait for you so you don’t have to go alone,” he offers, reaching out to envelop you in a comforting hug. His embrace feels like a safe haven, grounding you amidst uncertainties that lie ahead. He is warm and soft, making your heart flutter. 

It’s a gesture that speaks volumes about his dedication as a friend, and you feel grateful for having him by your side during this journey of healing.

“Thank you, Jimin,” you murmur, your voice tinged with sincerity. 

“Having you there with me means the world,” you hug him back, relishing in his embrace longer than friends probably should, but you can't help yourself.

He pulls back slightly, his hands still resting on your shoulders as he gazes into your eyes, his own filled with compassion. 

“You don’t have to thank me, Y/N,” he replies softly. 

“I’ll always be here for you, no matter what”. In that moment, you know that his words are not just empty promises; they hold true weight and meaning. He’s proven time and again that he’ll go above and beyond to support and protect you, and his presence has become an anchor in your life.

As Jimin’s arms envelop you in another warm and comforting hug, your heart races with a mixture of emotions. The familiar touch of his hands against your back sends tingles down your spine, and you can’t help but yearn for more. 

But as much as you cherish his affection, you know the depths of your feelings go beyond mere friendship. Throughout the years, you’ve hidden your unrequited love for Jimin, fearing that revealing it would jeopardize the precious bond you share. 

You’ve watched from the sidelines as he laughed, smiled, and even dated others, all the while silently nursing your love for him. Now, being back in his embrace, your feelings resurface with a vengeance, and it’s becoming harder to suppress them.

Jimin’s genuine kindness and the way he selflessly cares for you only deepen the chasm in your heart. You find yourself yearning for more than just his friendship, craving a connection that goes beyond what you’ve ever shared. 

But the fear of rejection and the potential loss of his friendship weigh heavily on you.

As his scent fills your senses, you can’t help but wonder if he could ever feel the same way about you. 

The thought of confessing your feelings terrifies you, and you push it to the back of your mind, trying to focus on the present moment instead. 

Yet, the trauma you’ve endured has left a mark on your soul, casting a shadow over your emotions. The assault and abuse have stirred up a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, making it harder to decipher what is real and what is merely a product of your pain.

As you bury your face in his hair, you cling to the familiar comfort he provides, but you can’t help but feel the surge of emotions threatening to overwhelm you. 

The tears you’ve been holding back threaten to spill over, and you take deep breaths to regain control.

As the movie’s scenes play out on the screen, you find it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything but the warmth of Jimin’s body pressed against your own. 

Your heart beats wildly in your chest, and each breath feels shallow as his proximity sends a surge of electricity through you. It takes all your willpower to remain composed and not let your feelings betray you.

Jimin’s closeness is both a blessing and a curse. 

On one hand, you relish the feeling of his body so close to yours, a sensation you’ve secretly yearned for. 

On the other hand, it intensifies the turmoil of emotions within you, making it difficult to keep your composure. 

As the movie’s plot unfolds, you find yourself stealing glances at Jimin’s profile, mesmerized by his features and the way the flickering light of the TV dances across his face. 

You wish you could be brave enough to tell him how you feel, but the fear of rejection and the potential loss of his friendship paralyze you. Every fiber of your being longs to lean into him, to feel his arms wrap around you in a warm embrace. 

Yet, you fight the urge, knowing that doing so would only deepen your emotional entanglement and make it even harder to keep your feelings hidden.

Despite the inner chaos, you manage to keep a facade of calm, smiling when appropriate and nodding along to the movie’s plot. 

But inside, you’re a jumbled mess of emotions, and you can’t help but wonder if Jimin can sense your turmoil. As the movie comes to an end, you take a deep breath, attempting to steady your racing heart. 

You’re grateful for the movie's conclusion, hoping that it will give you a moment to regain your composure. But even as the credits roll, Jimin doesn’t move away, and you find yourself torn between the desire to stay in his embrace and the need to escape the storm of emotions brewing inside you.

In the end, you opt to remain where you are, cherishing the closeness you share with Jimin and savoring the fleeting moments of intimacy. Though unspoke, the unrequited love you hold for him lingers in the air, creating an invisible bond between you two that goes beyond mere friendship.

The hours pass by in a blur, filled with laughter, heartfelt conversations, and a marathon of movies that bring moments of joy and escapism. You find solace in Jimin’s presence, his genuine care, and the comfort of being so close to someone you’ve admired secretly for years. 

Yet, as the day draws to a close, a looming sense of emotional exhaustion settles over you like a heavy fog.

The impending therapy session hangs over your head like a dark cloud, filling you with both anxiety and hope. You know it’s necessary, that facing your trauma is a crucial step toward healing, but the thought of reliving those painful memories is daunting.

As the night deepens, you find yourself sitting on Jimin’s bed, lost in thoughts. The room is bathed in a soft glow, emanating from a small lamp on the nightstand. Jimin, ever observant, sits next to you, his warm presence a source of comfort.

“You don’t have to go through this alone, remember?” he says gently, his voice tender and caring.

You look into his eyes, seeing the genuine concern in them, and you feel your heart clench. 

How much you long to pour your heart out to him, to share the burden of your emotions, and to finally reveal the depth of your feelings. 

But fear holds you back, and you keep your emotions tightly guarded. 

“I appreciate that, Jimin,” you reply, a hint of vulnerability seeping into your voice. “It’s just… I’m afraid of what might come up during the therapy session.”

Jimin reaches out, placing a comforting hand on yours, “I understand. Facing the past can be overwhelming, but remember, you are not alone in this. I’ll be here for you every step of the way.”

The tenderness in his touch and the reassurance in his words almost break the dam you’ve built around your emotions. 

You want to lean into him, to finally confess your hidden affection and to seek true comfort in his embrace. Yet, the fear of jeopardizing your friendship keeps your heart in check.

As you lie in your own bed that night, sleep eludes you again. 

Your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, and the weight of unspoken words feels almost unbearable. 

You wonder if Jimin can sense the depth of your feelings, if he has any inkling of the unrequited love that resides within you. 

The therapy session looms ahead, and you can’t help but feel both apprehensive and hopeful about the healing it may bring. You know it won’t be an easy journey, but having Jimin by your side, even as a friend, gives you the strength to face the painful memories that haunt you. 

As you drift into a restless slumber, the turmoil within you persists, leaving you torn between the desire to hold onto your feelings and the fear of what might happen if you reveal them.

The morning air is crisp, and the first rays of sunlight gently kiss the edges of the sky as you step out of the shower, feeling refreshed and ready to face the day. Jimin’s consideration never fails to amaze you, and as you get dressed, you can’t help but think of all the little ways he has shown his kindness and care.

With the appointment with the psychologist looming ahead, you’re both nervous and eager to finally start the healing process. As you make your way to the kitchen, the aroma of freshly cooked breakfast fills the air, and your stomach growls in anticipation. His culinary skills are impressive, and you can’t help but appreciate his efforts to make your morning special.

He hands you a green smoothie, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles warmly. 

“I know you need all the energy you can get today,” he says, his voice gently and encouraging. You take a sip, savoring the fresh and invigorating taste of veggies and fruits, while feeling a rush of gratitude for having someone like Jimin in your life. 

Together, you sit at the dining table, and with every bite, you feel the warmth of his presence seep into your soul. 

The connection between you and Jimin grows stronger with each shared meal and conversation, yet there’s still an unspoken understanding that hangs in the air. 

As you finish breakfast, you exchange glances, and it’s as if the unspoken words are dancing on the edges of your lips. You want to tell him how much he means to you, how his kindness and friendship have been a lifeline in the darkest of times, but the fear of jeopardizing what you have holds you back. 

You find yourself lost in his gaze, unable to look away, and it’s in that moment that you feel a flicker of hope. 

Maybe, just maybe, the unspoken love between you is not one-sided. 

Maybe Jimin’s tender gestures and caring ways are more than just friendly acts?

But before you can delve deeper into your thoughts, Jimin’s voice breaks the silence. 

“Are you ready for today?” he asks softly, his eyes full of concern and support.

With a small nod, you find your voice, “I am, and I’m grateful you'll be there with me.”

His smile widens, and he reaches across the table to take your hand in his, the contact sending a warm shiver down your spine. 

“I’ll always be there for you, no matter what,” he says, his words carrying a deeper meaning that you can’t ignore.

As you sit in the car, the silence between you and Jimin speaks volumes. It’s not the awkward silence you had anticipated; rather, it’s a comforting one. You find solace in the familiarity of Jimin’s presence, and his unspoken support eases some of the anxiety building up inside you. 

As Jimin pulls up to the tall building, its glass facade reflecting the city’s hustle and bustle, you feel a mix of nerves and determination. Jimin follows you outside and you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself before stepping inside. 

As you grip the handle to the tall building, your heart races in your chest like a wild stallion. 

The weight of unfamiliarity and the daunting prospect of sharing your innermost thoughts with a stranger collide, setting off an explosion of anxiety and nervousness within you. 

You take a deep breath, knowing that this is a pivotal moment in your journey to heal and move forward. 

This is uncharted territory for you, but you’re determined to brave this new experience.

The reception area is modern and welcoming, but your heart still races as you approach the front desk. The green plants add a touch of serenity, momentarily easing the tension coiled in your body. 

The receptionist smiles warmly, and you check in using your new social security card, a symbol of your newfound strength and resilience.

Taking a seat, you try to steady your breath and silence the thunderous pounding in your ears. 

Your palms feel sweaty, and you quickly wipe them on your things, hoping to dispel any signs of unease. 

You remind yourself that it’s normal to feel nervous, but you won’t let it deter you from seeking the help you need. 

Just as you’re about to give in to the overwhelming anxiety, you feel a gentle hand on your thigh. You turn to Jimin sitting beside you, his presence like a comforting anchor in the storm. He gives you a reassuring smile as he lightly squeezes your thigh, his eyes filled with support and understanding.

“I’ll be right here waiting for you,” he says softly, and you feel a wave of gratitude wash over you. 

The fact that he’s willing to stay by your side, even in the face of your inner struggles, makes your heart swell with affection. As you sit together in the waiting area, you find solace in Jimin’s presence. 

The unspoken bond between you grows stronger with each passing moment, and you feel a sense of reassurance that you’re not alone in this journey of healing.

Your heart skips a beat as you’re abruptly brought back to reality by a woman’s voice calling your name. 

You quickly stand up, a mix of nervousness and excitement coursing through your veins. In your haste, you extend your hand to greet her, feeling a little self-conscious about the volume of your response, as you say ‘yes’. 

Her warm and reassuring smile puts you at ease, and you can’t help but notice the genuine kindness in her eyes.

“I’m Chin-Sun, your psychologist,” she introduces herself, her soothing tone like a gentle wave lapping at the shore. 

You exchange a fleeting glance with Jimin, silently acknowledging the strength he’s given you. With a deep breath, you follow the therapist into her office, leaving Jimin behind in the waiting area. 

You feel a flutter of apprehension in your chest, but knowing that Jimin is just outside waiting for you, gives you a sense of security.

As you enter the therapist’s office, you feel a mix of emotions swirling inside you. But with Jimin’s reassurance still lingering, you know you can take that first step towards healing and finally find the courage to confront your past.

Outside, Jimin waits patiently, knowing that you’ll come out stronger, and that he’ll be there every step of the way.

As you enter her office, you’re immediately drawn to the inviting atmosphere that surrounds you. Chin-Sun gestures gracefully towards the plush couch adorned with an array of soft pillows. 

It beckons you to sink into its comforting embrace, and you oblige, feeling a sense of calm wash over you already. 

The small table in front of the couch catches your eye, adorned with candles, tissues, glasses and a jug of water, a thoughtful touch to create a soothing ambiance. 

Seated on a chair in front of the table, Chin-Sun's serene presence envelops the room. Her warm smile and kind eyes put you at ease, and you find yourself feeling more relaxed in her company. 

The office is a perfect balance of tranquility and professionalism. One wall, painted a soothing navy blue, adds a touch of depth and serenity to the space, while the rest of the room remains in calming white tones. 

As you take a moment to glance around, you notice her neatly organized desk, equipped with a computer and other therapeutic resources. 

Chin-Sun picks up her pen and paper, explaining her preference for taking notes. It gives you a sense of comfort to know that your thoughts and feelings will be heard and respected. 

“It’s natural to feel nervous,” she assures, her gentle voice like a lifeline amidst the storm of your thoughts. “This is a place of healing, and there’s no judgment here. You have the power to set the pace, and if it ever becomes overwhelming, don’t hesitate to let me know.” 

As you grapple with the knot of nerves in your stomach, you can’t help but apologize for your nervousness. She leans in, her empathy palpable, and reminds you that there’s no need to apologize. This is your journey, and the feelings you’re experiencing are entirely valid.

“I understand how unfamiliar this may be,” she acknowledges, validating your emotions. 

“But remember, you’re here because you want to explore these emotions and experiences. It's okay to take your time and ease into it.” Her encouragement emboldens you, and you find the strength to meet her gaze. 

You realize that this therapeutic space is not about judgment or quick fixes; it’s about embracing vulnerability and allowing yourself to heal at your own pace.

As you sit in the cozy confines of Chin-Sun’s office, her gentle encouragement puts you at ease. You feel a mixture of relief and vulnerability knowing that she has your medical report from the hospital and will be guiding you through this process with sensitivity and understanding.

She leans forward with a calming presence, offering you both empathy and professional expertise. 

“When you are ready,” she begins, her words a gentle invitation, “can you start from the beginning?”

With each breath, you find the strength to speak your truth. 

As you begin recounting the events that led to your trauma, you focus on the broad strokes as Chin-Sun suggested. The weight of the memories may be heavy, but you remind yourself that sharing them here is an essential step towards healing. 

Chin-Sun listens with unwavering attention, her pen moving gently across the paper, capturing your words with care. She refrains from interrupting, giving you the space to voice your experiences without judgment. 

Her approach allows you to navigate the emotional terrain at your own pace, and you feel seen and heard. 

As you speak, you find solace in her empathetic eyes, and the vulnerability in sharing your story with a stranger gradually dissipates. 

You appreciate that she doesn't pry or push for more details, respecting your boundaries and giving you the freedom to share as much or as little as you feel comfortable with. 

The moments of silence that punctuate your narrative become opportunities for reflection. You appreciate that Chin-Sun doesn't rush to fill the void but rather allows you to gather your thoughts. 

As the session draws to a close, you can sense Chin-Sun's genuine sadness for what you've endured. 

Her compassion has created a safe space for you to share your experiences, and you appreciate her understanding demeanor. With just ten minutes left, Chin-Sun offers you the opportunity to ask any questions or discuss topics you'd like to explore in future sessions. 

You feel a flicker of curiosity and decide to seize the moment.

“Actually… I do have some stuff that’s been on my mind. Can I ask you those questions?” you say, sitting up straight, determined to confront the thoughts that have been swirling in your mind.

Chin-Sun's gentle nod and sip of water give you the encouragement you need to voice your concerns. You share your lingering worry about your captor and whether he might still be out there searching for you. 

The fear in your voice is evident as you whisper your words, as if speaking any louder might draw danger closer.

Understanding the weight of your concern, Chin-Sun responds with empathy, “I understand that. Do you have anybody that can help you feel safe while the police are looking for the perpetrator?”

You take comfort in her soothing smile as you fidget with the hem of your shirt. 

Gathering your thoughts, you find the courage to speak about the one person who has provided you with a sanctuary – Jimin, your best friend and the detective who has taken you into his home. 

Chin-Sun listens intently, acknowledging the significance of having someone like Jimin by your side during this trying time. 

She allows you to express yourself fully, creating a space where your emotions and thoughts are validated.

As the floodgates of your emotions open, you find yourself pouring your deepest fears and vulnerabilities to Chin-Sun. 

The weight of your trauma is overwhelming, and tears fill your eyes, threatening to spill. Though she tries to offer calming words of reassurance, you feel unable to listen. 

The pain and trauma inflicted on you have shattered your trust in men, and you express the feeling that sex is now ruined for you. Images of your horrifying ordeal flash before your eyes, making it hard to escape the haunting memories.

In a desperate attempt to shut out the distressing visuals, you press your hands against your eyes, your body trembling as you curl your feet up onto the couch, seeking some form of comfort and safety. 

Recognizing your anguish, Chin-Sun gently hands you tissues and moves to your side, offering a comforting hug.

“It might be incredibly hard in the beginning. But it is possible to trust again. It’s also possible to have sex again, if that is something you want. Just take your time and progress slowly. Do what you are comfortable with and stop and voice your feelings if you ever feel like it or if it goes too far,” she says, her comforting presence providing you a glimmer of hope in the darkness.

As you struggle to regain your composure, you take deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heart and shaking body. 

Gradually, the storm of emotions begins to subside, and you feel your body easing into a state of relaxation. The tears eventually stop flowing, leaving you emotionally drained but also somewhat relieved.

Before you leave her office, Chin-Sun offers valuable advice, emphasizing the importance of taking things slowly and not rushing yourself into anything. 

She encourages you to communicate your feelings and boundaries with utmost honesty and to seek out the support of people you trust.

As you step out of the session, the burden of your trauma is not fully lifted, but you feel a glimmer of hope for the future. 

Trusting again may be a daunting journey, but with Chin-Sun's guidance and support, you are determined to embark on the path to healing and rebuilding yourself.

Your resolve to take each step at your own pace, honoring your feelings and emotions as you move forward. 

The thought of having sex again is something that both frightens and intrigues you, but you know that with time and support, you might find the strength to explore intimacy once more. 

As you contemplate the future, you recognize that healing is not a linear process. There will be ups and downs, and that's okay. With Chin-Sun's encouragement, you feel more hopeful that, one day, you will reclaim your sense of security and find solace in the arms of someone who truly cares for you. 

Maybe you have already found that one person, currently waiting for you in the waiting area.

As you enter the waiting area, Jimin's concern is evident on his face. 

He takes in your swollen and red eyes, the dried tear streaks marking your cheeks, and he knows that the therapy session must have been emotionally taxing. 

You sink into the seat, feeling a mix of relief and exhaustion.

“Are you alright? How did it go?” Jimin’s voice is filled with genuine concern as he looks for your eyes seeking reassurance. You take a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before speaking.

“I’m okay, Jimin. The session was good, but I’m just so emotionally drained” you say, your voice heavy with weariness. You reach for his hand, squeezing it gently, seeking comfort and connection.

“I’m here for you, always,” he responds softly, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. His unwavering support brings a flicker of warmth to your heart, and you find solace in the knowledge that you have someone by your side who truly cares for you.

“I’d like to go home and rest now,” you add, feeling the need to retreat and process the emotions that have been stirred up during the session. Jimin seems to understand, nodding in agreement.

“Of course, let’s head home,” he says as you walk out of the building, turning on the engine and shifting into gear. The car ride is quiet, but it’s a comforting silence, one that allows you to collect your thoughts and emotions.

As you arrive home, Jimin accompanies you inside, his presence a soothing balm to your weary soul. He lets you rest and recuperate, offering his unwavering support from the sidelines. 

In the comfort of his home, you find a safe space to process your feelings and begin the healing journey.

It’s already Jimin’s last day off and he decides it’s a good idea to go grocery shopping so you don’t starve to death while he is working. 

You are not really the best cook, so it was a good idea. 

As you and Jimin stroll through the supermarket, filling the cart with groceries, the atmosphere is light-hearted and fun. Jimin seems to have a talent for turning even the most mundane tasks into enjoyable adventures, and you find yourself laughing and joking along the way.

“Hey, Jimin, remember that time we tried to cook together in college? It was a disaster!” you chuckle, recalling the disastrous attempt at making a simple pasta dish that ended up in a kitchen full of smoke.

Jimin grins, his eyes crinkling with amusement, “Oh, how could I forget? We set off the fire alarm!” he laughs at the disastrous memory.

You both burst into laughter, drawing a few curious glances from other shoppers, but you don't care. It feels good to let go of the burden of the past and embrace the present moment with your best friend.

As you reach the fresh produce section, Jimin playfully challenges you to a ‘vegetable picking’ contest. You both pretend to be food critics, carefully inspecting each vegetable, making exaggerated remarks about their texture and flavor profile. 

It’s all just silly fun, but it brings an undeniable joy to your heart.

With the cart now filled with a colorful array of vegetables, starch, meat, canned goods, and some treats, you make your way to the cashier to pay. 

With the grocery shopping done, you head back to Jimin's car, where he skillfully begins to load the bags into the trunk. 

“I promise not to let you starve,” Jimin says with a grin, pulling more bags in the trunk and giving you a playful wink. 

“We’ll make some delicious meals together. Who knows, maybe we’ll discover a hidden chef in you,” he sticks out his tongue playfully. You laugh, knowing very well that your cooking skills are far from impressive. 

“Well, with your help, I might just become a master chef,” you tease back, enjoying the playful banter like old times.

As you stand next to Jimin, watching him load the groceries into the trunk, a sinister presence seems to linger in the shadows, shrouding you with unease. 

You can't shake off the feeling that someone was there, watching, but when you glance back, the dark hooded figure has vanished without a trace. 

Your heart races, and you try to shake off the feeling, not wanting to worry Jimin.

“Hey, are you alright?” 

Jimin’s concerned voice interrupts your thoughts. 

He looks at you with a hint of worry in his eyes, sensing that something might be bothering you. You quickly put on a facade, mustering a bright smile and nodding, “Yeah, I’m good to go home.”

As you get into the car, your mind is preoccupied with the mysterious figure you saw by the carts. 

Who was it? What were they doing there? 

And most importantly, why did they vanish so suddenly? 

The questions swirl in your mind, but you keep your thoughts to yourself, not wanting to burden Jimin with your sudden discomfort.

The car ride back is filled with an awkward silence that wasn't there before. You steal glances at Jimin, trying to gauge if he senses anything amiss. 

He's focused on the road, but his brows are slightly furrowed, indicating that he's concerned about you.

You decide to break the silence, attempting to distract yourself and Jimin from the unsettling encounter. “Hey, what do you think we should cook for dinner tonight?” you ask, trying to sound casual. You hope that talking about something mundane will help ease the tension.

He glances at you, a small smile forming on his lips, grateful for the change of topic. 

“Hmm, how about that pasta dish we tried to make in college? I think we can ace it this time,” he suggests, trying to bring back the lightheartedness you both had earlier.

You chuckle, glad he’s playing along, even though your mind is still preoccupied with the mysterious figure. 

“Yeah, that sounds like a plan. We’ll make sure to avoid having the firemen drop by for a visit” you reply, trying to match his playful tone.

Jimin can't shake the feeling that something is amiss with you ever since the grocery store. He tries to play it cool, giving you space to open up if you wish, but his concern gnaws at him like an itch he can't scratch. 

He wishes you would confide in him, knowing that you could share anything with him if you wanted to. But as much as he wants to stay by your side indefinitely, reality beckons, and he knows he has to return to work tomorrow. 

The thought of leaving you alone with your worries gnaws at him, but he trusts that you'll reach out to him when you're ready.

As Jimin prepares to leave for work, a mixture of concern and guilt gnaws at him. He hates the idea of leaving you alone, especially when he senses that something is still bothering you. But he knows that pushing you to talk won't help; you need the space to process your thoughts and emotions.

He stands by the door, hesitating for a moment before finally stepping outside. 

“I’ll be back before you know it,” he assures you, trying to put on a brave face despite his inner turmoil. “Take care of yourself, okay?” he gives you a small hug.

You nod, offering him a small smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“I’ll be fine” you say, your voice soft and uncertain. He wishes he could read your mind, to understand the depth of what you’re going through, but he respects your boundaries.  

As the door closes behind him, you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. 

The silence that fills the house feels overwhelming, and you find yourself wandering aimlessly from room to room, trying to distract yourself from the thoughts that linger in your mind.

You spend the day with Jimin's laptop on your thighs scouring YouTube for funny animal videos which gives you a few good laughs. 

It helps keep your mind off the haunting feeling you feel inside. Your laughter is suddenly interrupted when you hear a knock at the door. 

Startled, you place the laptop off to the side on the couch. It couldn’t be Jimin, because it was too early for him to be home yet. 

You feel panic run through your body, but you force your feet to carry you to the door, unlocking it and opening it. 

In front of you stands a man in a brown uniform sporting a yellow logo that reads ‘UPS’ on his left upper chest. You let out a relieved gasp as you place your right hand over your heart giving out a low chuckle at your reaction. 

The UPS delivery man gives you a friendly smile. “Good morning Miss! I have a package for Mr. Park, is he home?” he asks politely. 

“Oh, uh, no, he’s not home yet. But I can sign for it if you want?” you reply feeling a bit flustered by your initial panic.

“Sure thing! Just need your signature here” he says, handing you a small electronic device. You sign your name with a shaky hand, still trying to shake off the lingering nerves.

“Thank you. Have a great day!” he says cheerfully as he hands you the package. You see that your name is on it too.

“Thanks, you too,” you reply, managing a smile as you close and lock the door.

You lock the door and walk back to the couch, dropping down with a heavy thud. 

You turn and twist the package to get some kind of information about its contents. You decide that you might as well open it, as it is also addressed to you. 

You go to Jimin’s home office and find a pocket knife that you use to delicately cut along the tape to reveal its subject. It’s a phone. A brand new one at that! You take it out of the brown package and inspect the case that reads ‘Google Pixel 7A’. 

You unbox the snow coloured phone and find a SIM card and the charger. In a matter of seconds, you have placed the SIM card in the phone and put it in the charger to power it up.

You let the phone charge in peace as you go to the fridge to grab some of the leftover food Jimin had been sweet enough to make for you yesterday. 

Then you go back to leisurely browsing through YouTube on Jimin’s laptop while getting comfortable on the couch. You have already spent hours on the laptop, watching random videos of this and that. 

But it had definitely helped keep your mind off things, so you hadn’t even noticed the time. It is already around dinnertime and you expect Jimin to be home soon. 

You hear a key being inserted in the lock, twisting, and then Jimin enters with a tired smile dorning his face while he drags his body inside. 

You jump to your feet, a burst of energy rushing through you, banishing the remnants of sleep from your body. With giddy feet and a spring in your step, you dance your way to Jimin, your heart warming at the sight of him. 

“Did you have a good day?” you chirp, eager to bring a smile to his tired face.

Jimin lets out a tired sigh, his shoulders dropping slightly, but a faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips. He runs his hands through his tousled hair, ruffling it in a way that makes your heart flutter.

“Yes, but tiring” he admits, the weariness evident in his eyes.

You pout at him playfully, determined to lift his spirits. 

“Well, you’re home now, and that’s all that matters” you say with a soft smile, hoping to convey your genuine happiness to have him back.

His exhaustion seems to melt away as he gazes at you, and he nods, “And being home with you makes it even better.” 

You reach out and embrace him in a big warm hug, feeling the comforting strength of his arms around you. He leans into the hug, his tiredness fading as he draws comfort from your presence. His scent, a delightful blend of musky vanilla and woody notes, envelopes you, making you feel safe and at home.

You rest your cheek against his shoulder, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest with each breath. 

His warmth and closeness ease the tension in your body, too, as if you're sharing the burden of the day together. For a moment, you both stand there, just holding each other, finding solace in the simple act of being there for one another.

“I missed you” he whispers into your ear, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. 

You can feel your cheeks flushing red, grateful that he can't see your reaction with your face buried in his chest. You nuzzle your head against his sturdy pectorals, seeking comfort in his embrace, and he chuckles softly at the movement.

“I missed you too,” you murmur, looking up into his eyes. His tired gaze meets yours, and for a moment, time seems to stand still. You think you catch a hint of longing in his eyes, but you're not entirely sure. There's a depth to his gaze, a hidden emotion that leaves you yearning to unravel the mystery of his thoughts. 

Still holding you close, he presses you gently against his body, and you can feel the steady rhythm of his heart. His embrace is both protective and tender, making you feel safe and cherished. 

The world outside fades away, and it's just the two of you, lost in the comfort of each other's arms.

You feel your body relax in his embrace, the tension of the day melting away. And then, in a playful gesture, you give him a gentle pinch on his side, right above his hips. 

He jumps slightly, letting out a surprised, yet endearing, small shriek.

“I got your package” you giggle, pointing towards the new phone charging on the couch table. It's your way of breaking the momentary intensity, adding a touch of light-heartedness to the air.

He adjusts his head, following your gaze to the living room, where the package lies.

“Ah, right,” he says, his lips curving into a soft smile. “I hope you like it, princess” he adds, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. 

But as he utters the last word, your body tenses, and a wave of discomfort washes over you. His hand on your back feels heavy, and you take a step back, trying to create some distance.

He notices the sudden change in your demeanor and takes a concerned step forward, studying your face for any sign of distress. His playful expression fades as he sees pain and agony etched on your features. 

You struggle to find your voice, your body still frozen in place, as if trapped in a moment of overwhelming vulnerability.

The room feels suffocating, and you try to take a deep breath, but your lungs refuse to cooperate. 

Your heart pounds in your chest, each beat resonating with fear and unease. 

Your mind races, unable to escape the grip of rising panic. 

In that moment, you feel like a deer caught in headlights, unable to flee from the intensity of his gaze. 

His concern only amplifies your discomfort, making it harder to find the words to explain what's wrong.

You realize you've been holding your breath, and you force yourself to exhale, hoping to dispel the growing tension within you. 

But the freckles of a panic attack linger, threatening to engulf you in their overwhelming embrace.

Jimin takes another step closer, his hands reaching out gently, as if trying to touch the pain you're hiding inside. But you step back again, creating more distance between you. 

It's not that you don't appreciate his concern; it's just that you're not ready to confront the tumultuous emotions swirling within you.

As the tears flow freely down your cheeks, your voice trembles with each syllable, making it difficult to articulate your feelings. 

Jimin's grip on your shoulders loosens, his concern evident in the furrowed lines on his forehead. “I–, I'm sorry,” you manage to stammer out, your breath still uneven. 

“It's just... a horrible memory came over me.”

Jimin's eyes soften with understanding, and he pulls you gently into a comforting hug, allowing you to bury your face in his shoulder. His embrace feels warm and secure, offering solace and safety in the midst of your turmoil.

As you regain control of your breath, you find yourself locking eyes with Jimin, his gaze filled with concern and regret. 

The atmosphere is charged with emotions, and you can feel the electricity between you two. Your boldness surprises even yourself, but it's as if a newfound courage has taken hold of you in this vulnerable moment.

“That's what he called me,” you repeat, your voice steadier now. “It's a trigger, I guess...” you gulp the realization down your throat as you try to regain composure.

Jimin's eyes soften, and he nods understandingly, his hands gently holding yours, reassuring you that he's there for you.

“I didn't know,” Jimin repeats, his voice soft and remorseful. “I would never intentionally hurt you, Y/N.”

“I know you wouldn't, Jiminie” you say, your voice wavering slightly. “It's just that... that word brought back memories I've been trying to forget.”

“I'm so sorry you had to go through that,” he says, his voice filled with empathy. 

“You don't have to face this alone” with his presence, the haunting feeling starts to subside, and you find comfort in his unwavering support. You're grateful for the breathing technique you learned in therapy, but it's Jimin's presence that truly grounds you. 

Jimin's hand finds its way to your cheek, gently caressing it as he looks at you with unwavering support. 

“I'm here for you, Y/N. You can tell me anything, and I'll do my best to understand and help.”

His words resonate deep within your soul, making you realize how lucky you are to have him in your life. Despite the pain, there's a warmth in knowing that Jimin genuinely cares about you and wants to be there for you.

As you lock eyes with him, you feel a surge of affection and gratitude. 

“Thank you” you whisper, feeling the weight of your vulnerability lessen with each passing moment. Jimin's embrace tightens, pulling you into him as if he never wants to let you go. 

“You don't have to thank me,” he murmurs, his voice filled with tenderness. 

“I'll always be here for you, no matter what.”

Author’s note: I don’t know what happened! I planned to write like 5K words to get back into writing and then boom 40K+ 😆I don’t really know how I feel about this story, but I wanted to post it because I finished something 🎉If it’s shit, I’m really sorry. Also, I just couldn’t decide which hair color to give Jimin, because I love all colors on him, so I settled with black 😊

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[shadowofahope]

In Too Deep

Pairing: Kim Taehyung!xFemale Reader

Warning: swearing, crude language, mentions of fwb, and mentions of intimate sex

Premise: He's your brother's best friend, that's why you let things slide, but he's gone too far. He's crossed too many lines and now he had to accept that his regular excuses weren't good enough. One hell of a wake-up call to realize just how deep he was in.

word count: 4.1K

Authors notes: I had originally planned this one to contain smut, but no matter how I wrote it it didn't feel quite right. HOWEVER, if you all want a part two with the smut..... I am more than willing to indulge.

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Loud footsteps boom through your apartment as you throw the door open, heels flying off. Marching over to the couch and throwing your work bag down you spin around rage all but consuming you. Every breath coming out ragged, body trembling from sheer outrage. The man following behind you drags his feet, closing the door after you, head down sheepishly avoiding eye contact.

If he was going to act like a man-child at your workplace, unasked for might you add, he could at least take his consequences and the brutal chastising he was about to get like an adult. 

“What the actual hell do you think you’re doing?” You can’t keep your voice calm, you can’t keep your mind calm. Everything in your being is ready to punch this beautiful man in his stupid beautiful face. 

He stands there silently, still not making eye contact. His shaggy hair covers your line of sight to his eyes. 

‘Coward’ your brain supplies you in his silence. 

“He wanted to sleep with you.” He eventually mutters out. 

Your mouth drops open. He did not just say that. Please lord help you, he did not just say that. 

“He wanted to…” Completely dumbfounded. This has to be the most ridiculous thing you’d ever heard. “...sleep with me”

“He was trying to get lucky. He was getting all handsy with you.” Finally finding his excuses, eyes coming to rest on yours. “I heard him bragging to his friend about how he was getting laid tonight. There was no way I was going to let a sleeze talk about you like that.”

This was his justification? THIS is why he caused a scene at your work? Almost getting into a fight with a customer and being escorted out by security. You had managed to talk to the owners of the club you work at and apologize profusely. Only a warning was given thankfully as you had been one of their favorite waitresses and hype dancers since starting over a year ago, bringing in a good chunk of regulars to their VIP lounge area. 

He had to be fucking joking right now. 

“First of all, you don’t get to tell me who I can and can't sleep with.” Your voice comes out like acid, finger pointing at him viciously. “Secondly, it’s my job to make them believe they have a chance. That's how they tip well and keep coming back. I was doing my job! And I was doing it well until you had to neanderthal your way into being almost on the permanent blacklist. Not to mention risking my job.”

Exasperation didn’t cut it. Pure imbridadled rage didn’t cut it. This was giving you a migraine. Trying to relieve some pain you rub at your temples. 

“If you don’t like what I’m doing then LEAVE.” You kindly gesture to the front door, eyes now closed due to the increasing throbbing. “My brother said it would be 4 days, why are you still here?” You were exhausted. He was exhausting. 

“Because we realized just how much you fool around, it’s not safe for you like this. We needed to keep an eye on you.” He tries to persuade you. Always trying to be the hero. Something’s never changed. You roll your eyes at his pathetic attempt at passing blame.

“Who is we?” You bite back bitterly. 

“Your brother and I” 

“No. Hell no! My brother already knows what I do, he’s fine with it. Do not pin your weird hyperfixation of us being a family on me.” Great now you were full blown shouting at him. 

“That’s not what I’m doing. I’m worried about you, you’re like a sister to me.” His small pleading means nothing to you. You’ve heard this excuse too many times before. 

“YOU’RE NOT MY BROTHER TAEHYUNG!” You scream at him, now turning away from him to walk away. Anything to give yourself room to breathe. 

“I understand you don’t see me as family but- I just want you to be safe. What if something bad happens? I don't understand why you’re being so reckless.” He chastises you as you stomp over toward your large bay window. 

“You know exactly why I do this!” You spin around at him. Your old nickname of Viper coming back full force. You wanted to tear his head off.

“Don’t make this my fault!” His aim at defending himself came out as an unconfident whine.

“I’m not saying it’s your fault! GOD!” Hands scratching at your skelp, you wanted to pull all of your hair out. These double standard rules were driving you crazy.  “I’m saying let me deal with rejection and heartbreak the way I want to! When Ari dumped you, you went on a gym binge for 3 months and opted for one night stands. When my brother was cheated on he never came out of his room for 6 months and slept with a previous ex. Everyone deals with it differently, so let me deal with it.”

“3 years. 3 years you’ve been messing around, never committing to a serious relationship. 3 years of your extreme recklessness. Why aren’t you over this by now?” He scoffs at you. Wait…did he just. The venom returned in full force.

“BECAUSE YOU WON’T LEAVE. I'VE BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU FOR 9 YEARS! I FINALLY TELL YOU HOW I FELT AND YOU BRUSH ME OFF WHEN YOU’RE THE ONE WHO ASKED ME TO THINK ABOUT IT” You let everything out, right into his face, making short work of the room between you. All pent up rage over the years, all the resentment you had for him, as coming out in an almost hysteria. 

“We were only kids….”

“And I was dumb enough think I was special to you. I let myself fall for you and when you were finally 21 I told you my feelings and you said ‘we’re family’ and then introduced me to your girlfriend!” You scream, finally you were addressing it. Finally the elephant in the room was pointed out.  “Do you not understand how aggravating that is?”

“We-” 

“Every time I go home to see my brother and parents, you’re there. Every time my brother visits me, you’re there. I meet up with my brother, you're there. I meet up with our old friends YOU ARE THERE. And now I’ve finally gotten away and distanced myself from you…” You breathe shakily. “You show up at my door needing a place to stay for a couple days.”

“I can’t get over you if you’re in my life. I can’t forget you when every chance you get you meddle into my personal life. Your comments. Your judgements. The way you talk about me to your new friends.” You scoff at him, walking away again to look out of the same window as before. Muttering over your shoulder at his cheap pathetic expression.. “You think I want to keep loving someone who thinks so little of me?”

You laugh bitterly. Some sick joke this is. 

“You’re the one with the preconceived notions. You have no right to talk bad about the people I sleep with.” You can’t let yourself break yet. Not yet. Not when he’s looking at you with disbelief and the smallest hint of disgust. Your arms crossing over your chest, eyes narrowing at the outside world.  “Yes I have friends I occasionally sleep with, but they are still my FRIENDS. We have mutual respect for each other, which is something clearly you and I don’t have.”

You turn to look at him when you hear the floorboards creak under him, his steps heavy. Eyes ablaze with fury? Something you just said made him snap. But what the hell was it? 

“How do you think I feel having to defend you all the time? Most of the guys around town know who you are all because you can’t stop acting like a whore!” His dropping to the deepest parts of his chest. 

You stare at him in disbelief. All need to fight him is gone. You both drown in silence, his words sinking in.

“Get out.” You try to steady your voice. 

“Wait Y/N i didn’t mean-” He pleads.

“Didn’t mean to what Tae? Tell me you're embarrassed to have such a whore of a sister.” Your tongue feels like barbed wire in your mouth as it moves. 

“I-”

“Whatever you thought this was between you and me. Family. A stupid one-sided crush. We’re done. We are nothing anymore, understood?” You slowly walk over, every step in time to your words until you are directly in front of him. 

All he does is stand there, shock all over his face, eyes wide. If you didn’t know better it looked more like he was surprised at himself for saying it, then your reaction. You rip your eyes away from his stunned figure. Neglecting to think further then your need to leave, you stare at your front door.

“Now I’m going to tell you exactly what is going to happen. I’m heading over to Jimin and Hoseoks for the night. YOU are packing your stuff up and finding somewhere else to stay. You will be gone when I get back. And I will never speak to you again.” 

Pushing past him you don't say goodbye or anything else. No looking back to check on him. Slipping your bare feet into your sneakers you leave your apartment. 

‘Don’t break. Don’t break.’ You tell yourself over and over again as you make your way sprinting over to your friend's place. No phone, no keys, no wallet. Nothing, not like you’ll need it anyways. You continue your mantra until you're standing in front of their door, shaking. You’re holding on by a thread and it's not until the door opens and you’re confronted with Hoseok and Jimin’s concerned faces that you finally let yourself break down into a sobbing mess. Two pairs of arms wrap around you instantly, pulling you into the safety of their space. 

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“You called my sister a WHORE? Are you fucking kidding me Taehyung?!” Yoongi barrels into his living room from his office, upon hearing his best friend enter and fussing around in the kitchen. He had just gotten off the phone with Hoseok, who you had told everything to after you stopped crying and fell asleep. 

Out of nowhere Taehyung had showed up at his place a few days ago asking to stay there instead. Yoongi could tell something was wrong, but he was waiting patiently for one of you to explain it to him. Clearly he should have demanded answers sooner.

“It was an accident! It slipped out before I could think clearly.” Visibly shaken by the outburst, his eyes jump to the older, brain scrambled.

“You are so fucking dumb. I thought I knew how dumb you were, but it turns out you are on a whole nother level of stupidity.” Yoongi has always been calm, nothing really makes him raise his voice. Well nothing except things to do with his sister.

“I KNOW!” He can’t defend himself, not from you and definitely not from your brother. “I’m a fucking moron ok?!”

“Not ok. You’ve known her your entire life and somehow your empty fucking head neglects the fact that y/n sleeping around are RUMOURS.” 

“But she’s-”

“Sleeping with Hoseok and Jimin? Yes, but that’s it! Have you ever talked to these guys? Probably not because your ignorant ass cant see passed the fact that she’s actually fucking people.” He’s became friends with both of them soon after you had started spending all your time with them. 

You had started talking about them almost every time yoongi and you went out for dinner. They were obviously really special people in your life. So he had asked you about them, and you had smiled and said that you’d like them. To which that led them to meeting him in person. He easily found them bearable. Both with bright and positive personalities he could see why you had latched onto them. 

But he wasn’t stupid or blind and the three of you didn’t try to hide anything either.

“It’s not that I thought she wouldn’t. I was just mad that she wasn’t being careful. I just wanted her to find a nice guy and settle down! Is that so wrong?”  Taehyung truly believes every word he’s saying. He’s just looking out for you.

“Being careful? Settling down? How many one night stands have you had in the last 6 months Tae? How many relationships have you been in for the 3 years? Hell what about me?” Yoongi reasons with him. One thing he knows almost as much as his sister is his bestfriend. Even if his bestfriend is too blind to notice.“You don’t get to call my sister a whore just because you're jealous!”

“Jealous?”Taehyung hesitates, the wheels in his head turning. “Of what?”

“For fuck sakes Tae. I really hoped you would figure your shit out. You’re so fucking dense when it comes to Y/n.” 

The confusion sets in on his face, brows and nose scrunching. What was he dense about? What the hell was Yoongi on about. He wanted you to be safe. Be with someone who knew you, inside and out. Who could treasure you in every chance they’d get. Look after you when your anxiety got too much, knew what you’d need. Be ready to suffer at the end of your viper tongue, handling your blunt and independent demands. Reassure you that you are the most beautiful being in the universe. Someone that would check all the boxes of what you deserve from a partner. 

He had high expectations of who ever wanted to be with you, what was so wrong with that?

“You’re in love with her.” Yoongi fights himself not to smack Taehyung, when the others' eyes shoot to him in utter skepticism. “Don't give me any of the family bullshit you try to shove down her throat. It’s pathetic how hard you push it. You’re pissed because after all this time you are in love with her and she is doing her damned best to move on from you. Including fucking her friends.”

“But she’s your sister! And you’re my best friend! Of course I’d see her as my sister too.”

That wasn’t a proper rebuttal. Yoongi let’s it slide for now. Staring down Taehyung from across the kitchen. This man needed a wakeup call, and Yoongi was gonna give him a hell of a ride through actualization-vill. 

“You don’t get to use that as an excuse, just because she’s my sister. She’s my sister to worry about, not yours!” 

His immediate dismissal set Taehyung's jaw on edge. Shoulders tense, hands into fists before his own outburst, “How can you say that? I’ve always had your back when you were protecting her from those idiots trying to get with her. You’re extremely protective of her.”

“You’ve only had my back because it meant keeping other people away from her. Stop using me as an excuse for how you feel. I know my sister, better than anyone, just like I know you. Just admit it to yourself already.”

“I’m not-“ He can’t find the words. He can’t bring himself to. How was he supposed to make Yoongi see…

“Not what? Not in love with her… or not worth her love?” Yoongi sighs, eyes softening. Empathy now shining in them, he crosses the room to make his friend listen, to make him see. Hand coming to rest on the tallers shoulder.

“She-“

“She’s been in your life since you can remember. She’s the only female that has supported you 100% of the time, through every tough decision. She’s never once asked you to change. She’s never once demanded anything from you. She was there when your parents were fighting. She was there when you had surgery. She was there when you had no place to go. She was there when you needed someone to cry to.” His voice comes out calm again.

“…but she’s your sister and I’m-“ His last attempt barely is above a whisper.

“The one person that would make her truly happy. And that’s what I want for her. To be happy, besides if that makes my best friend happy too, that's a bonus. But you need to LET yourself accept this. No one is saying you can’t be in love with her or be with her. Only you are fighting this. Only you are telling yourself you can't have her when she’s right there, willing and wanting to be yours. Open your eyes Taehyung before she closes them for you forever.”

Patting his shoulder Yoongi leaves Taehyung alone in the kitchen, Taehyung watching him retreat back to his office. And for the first time he truly lets himself think about what Yoongi and you have said to him. So much conflict running through his mind and heart.

“Shit…” 

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Requested champagne in hand, black strappy heels clicking on the dark marbled tiles. Black leather shirt draping off your shoulders, body-con dress fitting you just right. Tonight was a Friday night, one of your busiest nights thankfully this was your last room of the night, once this party was done you could go home and snuggle into your fluffy blankets and cozy pajamas. Playing the part, skin aglow, welcome smile plastered on your makeup perfected face. Your 3rd Friday since you last saw Taehyung, your smile hides the pain you still felt but it was a welcome distraction nonetheless. 

You stall yourself in front of the VIP ROOM door. Deep breath. Shoulders back. Smile bright. 

You give the door a knock before entering. 

“Good evening Gentlemen, I have brought you the champagne you requ-” 

Lungs on fire, contradicting your now frozen body, eyes trained on the back of a single figure staring out at the rest of the club. His broad shoulders and shaggy hair, backlit by the lights from the stage and dance floor. Why did he have to look so agonizingly beautiful in his snug black slacks and silk dress shirt. Damnit, that was the same shirt you bought him a couple of birthdays ago. 

2 steps in the door, still you could run. You should run. 

You can’t run.

“What are you doing here?!” Finding your voice, it comes out a little more gravely then you had hoped. 

“I just want to talk” Sheepish warm brown eyes look at you, they take in your appearance. Your whole appearance. 

Music booms behind you through the open door, you barely can hear him. Regardless it still makes you itch, anger festering deep within you. 

“I told you we were done.” Thankfully your voice comes out firmer then you feel. Inside you can feel yourself slipping through your fingers already. Just by seeing him again.

“I know. I tried calling but you blocked my number and all of my social media.” He gives a nod, dead smile ghosting his lips momentarily. 

“I meant what I said.” You walk farther into the room, resolution sound as you place the glass bottle of the expensive liquid down on the frosted glass table. Glancing at it briefly, his favourite kind, you should have known.

“Please just let me explain-” He takes a hesitant step toward you.

“You explained yourself enough. Tae,” You exhale deeply.  “please. Just let it be done. I don’t want to do this with you anymore.”

“I can’t-” His deep voice barely audible over the sound, but you can hear it break. “I can’t let you go”

Your head shakes involuntarily, failing to stop the tears from collecting in your eyes you turn away arms crossed over you, protecting what you could of your heart. “This isn’t fair Taehyung.”

Footsteps approach you, you’re hyper aware of his presence close behind you. “I know, I am the worst of the worst and I promise I’ll leave you alone but please just listen to what I have to say first? Please”

You reach out for the door, creating distance between you. One last chance to leave.

“You have 2 minutes” 

The door shuts, all the night life now muffled, softly placing yourself on the couch. Spine rigid, you wait eyes now on his overly anxious figure as he continues to stand. You can see the slight sweat on his temples now. Good, he's nervous. He should be.

“Thank you. Ok first I want to say I’m sorry for calling you.. that name… it was unjustified, and completely wrong of me to say that. You sleeping with 1 or 2, hell even 50 people doesn’t give me the right to demean you. And it was none of my business, regardless because yes. I am not your brother. I fooled myself into believing it. Pushing myself to only allow myself to see you as my sister when I asked you to think about what we were to each other. I was so afraid at the time you’d shut me down, and saying something about my adolescence factoring my love for you. Which was true. I was young and I so desperately wanted you to see me as a man but you said you’d let me know when I was older and I felt like I was being buried alive with guilt and rejection. Guilt for wanting my best friend's sister, guilt for possibly ruining the friendship the three of us had, guilt of possibly making you feel uncomfortable around me. So when that girl confessed to me I just said yes on a whim. Hoping I could maybe fall in love with her if I try really hard, as well as make myself fall out of love with you. I was so scared of what I asked of you and then of what I did. I pushed it down so well I truly believed I only loved you like a sister. But I could never stand idle when it came to you. Every event I wanted to be at to support you, every heartbreak I wanted to pummel those guys into the ground. I was so panicked every time Yoongi would tell me something about you and would always ask him ‘well what are we gonna do?’. I put myself on the front line, I tried to place myself between you and the world all while still believing I loved you like a sister. Like I should be doing, family. That’s what I always wanted from your brother and your parents. They felt like family to me, so you had to be too. But knowing now you are working in a place like this, where everyone can see you looking absolutely breathtaking, knowing that Jimin and Hoseok get to see you in a way that I never could. Something so vulnerable and intimate for their eyes only. That they were your friends. They get to have friendly banter, movie marathons, nights out, smart quips from your venomous tongue AND be with you like that. I’m sorry I talked badly about them, I know they mean so much to you. I had to understand, to pull myself away and think about it without my feelings getting in the way. Yoongi was right, I’ve been blind and stupid because of the fear I made up in my head. When I should have held you close I pushed you away and chained myself. But I’ve realized how I feel about you know, about us. And I know I’m years too late to give you an actual answer and I know I need to do better. I’m still immature and possessive and I don’t think things through all the way and I’m clearly terrible at communicating and I know I have to change and-“

“What do you feel now.” You cut him off. You maintain a neutral expression. He needed to say it before you made up your mind.

“You still want to know?” He chokes out, almost a whimper. 

“I’ve always known about your terrible personality Tae. This isn’t new, I’ve been around you long enough to see your relationships fall apart, remember? You don’t have to change, just grow, like you’re doing right now. If you change who you are completely then you aren’t you anymore, then who am I supposed to be in love with?” He needs to say it. “So tell me. Right now, how do you feel about me?”

“I love you. Not as a sister but as someone I want to be with. I am so idiotically In love with you that I detest myself for putting you through this pain.” It all tumbles from his mouth. “But I’m still scared.”

“Why?” No more excuses.

“What if you find out I’m not worth your love?”

“Taehyung. If I thought that I would have stopped years ago. I’m in too deep.” You give him a slight smile, eyes sparkling with something new.

“I’m in too deep too.” 

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