#ji li is such a delight in the way he Reacts

[qinghe-s]

THIRTY DAYS OF HANGUANG-JUNE | 8/30 (last year’s post by @lanyuan)

[id: two gifs of lan wangji from episode twelve of cql/ the untamed. the first is a full body shot, showing him standing between nie huaisang and jiang cheng at the indoctrination camp in qishan. luo qingyang and two other cultivators can be seen behind them. everyone is looking ahead except nie huaisang, on the left edge and closest to the viewer, who is pressing his lips together and trying not to laugh. the second gif is a closeup of lan wangji’s face. his head is tilted forward and his eyes are directed downwards, but he slowly raises his gaze to look ahead. end id]

[stiltonbasket]

arranged marriage au prompt - I LOVE love pet names and lwj calling wwx "my sweet wei ying" in the last update just about RUINED me so anything more you can do with that I'd be so happy; like lwj figures out wwx reacts extremely well to being called loving pet names and takes it upon himself to shower his husband with every achingly sweet name he can think of and wwx just absolutely losing it

(author’s note: please reblog, since that’s how we get prompts for future ficlets for this verse!)

Sweetheart.

My Wei Ying.

My darling.

These are only three of the tender endearments that Wei Wuxian has heard from his husband’s lips over the last two months, and all of them frighten him as much as they delight him. He knows Lan Zhan’s new affection for him is due to his sense of duty, combined with their renowned great friendship--because how could a marriage between two sworn bi sheng zhi ji be anything but peaceful and happy? They know one another, in every way, from Lan Zhan’s uncanny ability to see through Wei Wuxian’s lies to Wei Wuxian’s easy knowledge of what a drawn muscle on the right side of his xiang gong’s face means, and how the meaning differs when Lan Zhan clenches his teeth on the left side instead.

It is true that Wei Wuxian esteems Lan Zhan above all others, and that Lan Zhan feels the same for him.

He would never have dreamed of calling his friend my sweet husband during a discussion conference, though.

“Lan Zhan, what were you thinking?” he scolds later that night, the moment the two of them are alone in the honeymoon suite Nie Huaisang gave them, despite Wei Wuxian’s protests that the wedding was nearly four months ago and far past any acceptable time for a honeymoon.

“Thank you, Nie-zongzhu,” was all Lan Zhan said to that, wrapping an arm around Wei Wuxian’s waist and kissing him to keep him quiet. “I would have asked for this set of rooms, had you not given it to us.”

His marriage gets more confusing by the day, and it isn’t even Wei Wuxian’s fault.

“Lan Zhan,” he says now, as his husband helps him take off his new Lan hairpieces and worm his way out of his conference robes, “how could you call me such a thing in front of sixteen clans’ worth of dignitaries? Did you see the way they looked at you, after that? Did you see the way they looked at me?”

Lan Zhan only gives him a supremely unconcerned look and undoes the knot securing his forehead ribbon. “What about it?”

Wei Wuxian splutters in disbelief. “You called me xingan, my sweet husband, while feeding me with your own chopsticks, and telling Xiao-Yu that all you wanted him to do was grow up as brave and good as his A-Niang. Have you forgotten that you’re the Chief Cultivator, Lan Zhan? You can’t do these things!”

“Is the Chief Cultivator never to know love, merely because of his rank?” Lan Zhan asks in return. “Did I not vow on the night of our wedding to worship you as you deserved, whether I stood before a crowd of a thousand or you alone?”

“...They were wedding vows, though,” Wei Wuxian offers lamely. “Everyone says things like that when they get married, don’t they?”

His husband lays a hand on his cheek and considers him for a moment, his beautiful dark eyes meeting Wei Wuxian’s like a brand meeting water, or lightning on snow--and Wei Wuxian only keeps himself from swaying forward into Lan Zhan’s arms by sheer willpower, suddenly so desperate to bridge the foot of space between them that he staggers back and shakes his head when Lan Zhan takes a step closer.

“I made my vows in the Cloud Recesses,” he murmurs, holding Wei Wuxian’s quivering palm against his and stroking the inside of his wrist. “Wei Ying.”

“Yes?” Wei Wuxian breathes. “What is it?”

“Recite the seventeenth precept of the Lan sect to your xiang-gong, my heart,” his husband whispers in his ear. “You know it as well as I do.”

“Do not tell falsehoods,” Wei Wuxian whispers back. “So?”

“I have never broken it,” Lan Zhan says quietly. “Never, in eight and thirty years. I could die for you, Wei Ying, and I could live for you and you alone. Surely you understand, by now.”

Wei Wuxian blinks up at him, bewildered. “Understand what?”

A sheet of red silk brushes across his back, and he glances over his shoulder to find the gauzy bed-curtain flapping in the breeze from the open window, reminding Wei Wuxian of their own chuang bed at home, still hung with its drapes of wedding red, and where Wei Wuxian has slept with his husband and child for the past two weeks before they journeyed to Qinghe.

“Understand this, Wei Ying.”

Lan Zhan is even closer now, so close that Wei Wuxian can count his eyelashes, and in the next instant the whole world shifts, and brightens, and changes, in a way Wei Wuxian has never known, nor hoped to know. 

(But despite the way he used to laugh with Nie Huaisang over romance novels and forbidden leaflets when he was a boy, Wei Wuxian once swore a solemn oath with his brother to save his first kiss for his future wife, just to make Jiang Cheng feel better about his painful shyness with the Jiang shimeis.

He was fifteen when he made that vow, and twenty-two when he finally broke it in the arms of a husband instead.)

[moon-caramel]

City Lights | P. Jimin

❣ One Shot

→ Pairing: Jimin x reader ♀

→ Summary: your boss, Jimin fucks you against his window’ office 

→ Gendre: Smut ♔

→ Warnings: Dom!Jimin, Sub!reader, blackmailing, semi-public sex, oral (fem), dirty talk,, degradation, cum eating, orgasm control, Mentions of sex toys, reader has a cam show history, manhandling 

→ Word count: 3.2k

“Miss ____”

A sweet voice call your name, you turn around to see your boss, delicathe posture, with a tough aura. People usually are confused by Jimin, a young boy with a sweet face, could also give a fearful manful aura. he was angel with hell in his eyes

“Yes, Director Park?” your soft voice caused a twitch in the corner of his plumpy lips

“I'll need your help with this papers for the monday meeting”

“Uh sure, I could give it a look right now” you try to reach the papers he had but move his hand before you could

“No, you can’t now, I have a meeting with director Kim now, so will do it when in my return”

“I could see them now, I'll leave them ready in your office” 

You offer, it was getting late and you know any meeting with the directors tend to be long, you just didn't want to stay late and alone in the office, but the words sounded bitter to Jimin, you could see it in his expression.

“I'm giving you an order miss ____”

“I'm sorry, I'll wait for your return” 

“I’m sorry, what?

“I’m sorry Sir”

“That's better” his sly smirk came at you, making you weak

He turns to leave, but comes back, closer to you.

“If it makes you more comfortable, you can wait in my office…” His body comes to on top of you, almost like a hug, his lips so close in your ear you could hear his breathing “without panties”.

He leaves after that, you are grateful you can finally breathe, The question in your mind always shows after this kind of moment with you boss, how can someone look so pure, can be so intimidating?

●

The entire floor was already empty, and it look so sad to be the only light space in it, it would be more controuble to wait for Jimin in his office, even if the idea of not wearing panties make you uncomfortable, it was past eight thirty at night. You now Jimin meetings can’t be this late, maybe he was making time in the parking lot, maybe he was drinking around some place, he could leave you waiting all night if he wants.

He had that power over you, not because you give it, you had no choice. About a month ago he found out your secret, you used to do cam shows, it was what help you pay for college, once you pay all your debts there was no reason to do it, so you stop.

The company could fire you, hell, if you tried to find another job they will find out too, just one call to know why were you fired. You offer to quit, being the better choice. 

Jimin offer something else, there was no reason to tell about you, he said how allured your videos made him, once he look the first he couldn't stop, two option and just two, let him fuck you, or he could fire you noting the reason of why in your records.

It's an offensive thing to ask, you can't say you haven't think about him in that way, Jimin is handsome, desired by many, for one month, you offer back, he accepted vigorosamente.

He couldn't believe that the same girl who fuck herself in such a lewd way could be the same quite girl who worked for him, he wanted to bring out that woman in you, and a month will be more than enough.

That's how it start, he fuck you against his wooden desk right after that, making you say how much you love it, when he made you wear a vibrator egg an entire day making it vibe on random moments.

Last time he saw one of your coworker acting too cute around you, he made you cum around three times in the guy desk, reminding you your pussy was only his. You hate how much control he had on you, but he is right, you do love the way he fuck you.

And now here you are, waiting him in his office, exactly a month, panties on his desk, you were sure he would appreciate the detail, things go well in your favor if you do things he likes, but it’s getting late, looking outside you can see the night city scene, the sky in complete darkness the only lights comes from some windows office, traffic and some bars down.

You already thinking about message him, when he enters, the sound of the door made you turn, once you see the smirk in him you feel jittery.

“enjoying the view?”

“Jimin, please don’t make me wait this late”

“Well doll, you know I don't control how long meetings last”

He came to you, all confident, taking your neck in his hand, he didn’t waste time and plant a kiss on your lips, taking you by surprise you gasped and he took the opportunity to introduce his tongue inside, you could taste the alcohol, he move it in all the space in your mouth, wanting you taste of liquor, to know he wasn’t in a meeting. He broke the kiss with a grin, cupping your chin in his finger, you know he wants you to say something, if you call out his bulshit. 

“You’re right, sorry”

Of course you wouldn’t, you will only receive one of his punishment for calling him a ‘liar’, your answer amuse him, going to his chair, he doesn't show the pleasure to see your panties on top of the papers, he save them in his pocket and pat on his desk, you already know what that means and you sit in the space.

His hand comes to caress your inner thighs, resting his head on his other hand, one tempting finger in the space of his mouth, every time he makes that pose makes you weak, you bite your lips unconsciously, the hand in your thigh goes to your sex, one finger ghosting the skin of your folds.

He could feel the moisture in your skin, your entrance twitch with the light touch, body reacting weakly for him, he loves it, no matter how much you said you didn't want this, your body never lied, he knew it so well it was impossible to lie him, he wanted to see it.

You stand up to take your clothes off once he orders you to, his eyes roaming your body like a delight cake, your curves lit up for the dim lights of the office, god he could look at you like this all day.

“Look at you princess, so perfect for me”

You feel conscious of yourself, completely naked, in front of a man who had so much control, your arms react unconsciously to try to cove you. Jimin got up, in front of you taking your arms to reveal your body once again.

“Please don’t be shy around me” his eyes meet yours “You should know by now, I'm a sucker for you” he press a soft kiss on your lips, the action feels intimate, it could bring a flame into your heart

"You're so delicious” Jimin grids through his teeth.

The kind act is forgotten when he pulls you closer to him in a hug, his hands roam around your skin, one shamelessly in your sex, provoking your wetness flee.

You try to keep calm, he not doing much but your breathing start to get shorter and your hands grip on Jimin shirt, you can't even think how your brain is soon muted by your needy body.

"Mmm.. my doll it's getting heat up already” Jimin purrs in your head “you are leaking in your thighs”

The movement of his hand feel so soft between your thighs, your body is relaxed, completely docile.

“Ji.. Jimin please, Sir” 

“What is doll?” he lift your head, his free hand supporting your chin

“I, need you”

“Why?” 

Because you need his touch right now, because he had transform you into someone who gets horny by just his voice, someone who loves how he makes you feel.

“is it because you are needy?” he smirks devilish when he sees you nodding “Say it, say for who is your pretty cunt leaking”

“For you.. Ji, Sir, my pussy is, wet for you”

“Mmm, yes I see it, The world can see it” Jimin eyes point to the full window that shows the scene of city buildings, some windows still light up, and your body completely naked.

“we should give them a better look” Jimin immediately manage to move you, in your back to the window “what you say?”

“no.. Jimin please” you beg, right now you feel more expose, he had already fuck you in his office, but being so close to clear material felt different.

 “Why not? It's not like you haven't done it before”

“bu, But”

“please, aren't you the girl that liked to show her pussy to world?” the reminder of your secret, of the control he had.

You need to push any uneasy feeling that is in your mind, you need to be that pervert girl he loves so much.

"Yes, I am.. for you Sir"

"that's my girl"

Jimin pressed his body to yours, your shoulder blades and ass attach the window, you feel a mixed reaction for the cold material and the hot skin of Jimin hand.

He kisses you wantonly, you still feel the alcohol in his meaty lips, they feel like a trap you want to fall in, you introduce your tongue just to feel more of it he let you, letting your tongue savor any corner of his mouth.

You feel the lack of air, but you can stop, you feel eager for more, it's only for Jimin that the kiss breaks, and you can breathe in. Jimin swollen lips travell down your your neck, his hard breathing making you quiver, the hand in your thighs now tease your wet entrance, one finger entering, wiggling forward and back, making you sob.

Your ass in full display, showing the world how your boss touch your intimate parts, how much you love his touch in you

"M.. more, Sir ple-ase" 

Pleasing you, he introduce finger a second finger pushing deeply, his finger move rhythmically while his lips leave soft purple spots down your neck.

Your moans fill the room with the lewd sounds of Jimin fingers moving inside out from your sex, the thought of being exposed is no longer a trouble, it may be better, Jimin treat you so well it made you forget all, you are completely his.

He use his free hand to lift your thigh, his finger get more deeper inside of you and you moan out loud, he feel so happy the lewds sounds that comes from your mouth, he's the only one who can make you feel like this, it doesn't matter the deal break today, he knows it's not over.

“Jimin.h ah, feel so good.”

“keep going doll, say how I make you feel” 

“Goo-d.. fucking goodd Jimin” Jimin deepened his finger inside, they feel soft and the crude motion it's taking you to the edge “Im close.. Jimiin ah”

Before you could feel the knot in your stomach unravel, Jimin fingers come out of you, the fast way you lose your orgasm makes you cry, when you face Jimin, you see that devilish smile, bringing his finger to his mouth tasting you, the single act of his plump lips around his finger makes you drool.

“here doll, you taste so delicious”

The finger touch your lips slightly, your tongue comes out directly, you can taste the creamy fluid of your juice while you never lose sight Jimin eyes, dark, deep eyes full of desire, you are sure your eyes speak the same to him, once you see him bite his lip.

"doesn't feel good?" he hums “your taste" you nodd

His hands come to your hips to turn you around, he pushes your body, glued to the window, your nipples react to the cold material makes you gasp. Jimin moves closer to you, his lips caress your ear, and you feel chills when his breathe.

“It makes me crave for more” The growl in your ear makes you moan slightly

He placed on his knee, facing your cunt, his finger separe the folds of your entrance, you are ready to be eating, you beg him to do it, and you quickly feel his tongue moving slowly in your inside wall.

You are turn on by Jimin, eating you soft while you see the city , there's something about do it in plain sight, it remind you the show cam, no this feel better.

“more, plea-se Sir”

“you are eager don't you?, fine I'll spoil you this time

Your breast push up against the cold window, while Jimin tongue got into your entrance once more, his hand squish your cheek to mark it with a slap, you feel your walls contract by this.

Jimin feel them too, he start growling eating you, giving you a spank once in a while to feel your walls stir around his tongue, his free hand find your clit and rubs it, you are not sure how long you will keep your legs stand, you are thankful you can at least hold yourself in the support against the window. You can feel your orgasm come, desperate to exploit

“Fuck, I can feel your pussy going mad, are you coming?”

You don’t even want to answer, he would deny your orgasm one more

“Answer me” he spank you more strong this time.

You nod, while you keep your weep in your mouth that’s all he said, not the kind of answer he wants but he would let it pass, for now, coming back to eat you, spank you and rub your clit, your body feel so weak and you start to see black, maybe he finally will leave you come, but he moves back, leaving your body now empty, and you cry for your lost orgasm, your knees bending, you can barely hold yourself.

“I’m sorry princess, you wanted to come?” so cruel, you nod with tears in your eyes.

“Well then, you should say it… better yet, beg me for it”

“Wh-what?”

“What I said. if you want to come just say it, say how bad you want me to make you cum… that you want me fucking you against that window, so the whole world can see how slut you are for me, how much you love my cock inside you”

All of this should scare you, your boss was abusing you, the blackmailing for your past but fuck, you are desperate for him, to fuck you senseless, for his thick cock. In this time you can deny he has brought you to the edge, you die and reborn with his touch.

“I want that” you admit, he hums confused and you turn your head back to look at him “I, I want you to fuck me, please”

“keep going”

“Please Jimin, f-fuck me with your fat cock” You don't know how but you find the strength to support your body, adjusting your sex so Jimin could see it

“I want to show.. how you make me your slut”

“if that what my baby wants” 

You feel warm, is the first time he call your baby, and although the pet name is not your priority it doesn’t escape your mind. 

You can feel Jimin hand making sure are wet enough, you definitely are, you see him moving up and down in your fold, Jimin find cute how you push your pussy to bring it inside you.

He moves, slow and tough, it doesn't take you long  adjust to his width, your walls throbbing around his cock, you are desperate for his movement, so you bold enough start move your hips to feel the rub of his hard skin in you wet wall.

This doesn't piss him off, he loves seeing you desperate for him. his cock sinking inside you and appears back, repeating the action over and over, your ass in red for the spanks he kindly give you, he doesn't mind to give you one more.

"look at you baby, all desperate for my cock”

your moan was the only answer, and you start to crave for more, Jimin has fuck you wildly before, and although this pace was pleasing you want more.

“Si.sir, ple’ase, fu’uck me”

“Is that what you want?” you nodd “You really can live you really can live without my cock buried in you, don't you?”

“No.. I, ca-an’t”

One hand grab your hip to stop your peace, that you can avoid as much you try

“what will be of you? you know this will be our last... session”

He planned this, it obvious, fuck you so bad and good, that you will end up addicted to him, that you will be his as long he desired, honestly you don't even care, you will be happy and satisfied to be that way.

“I don’t care” the word come honest and desperate

“Really?” Jimin ask, in a fake surprise tone

“Yes!.. I don’t ca-are, fuck me.. every day, fu-uck.. me and made me cum, pleasee” You cry out

And like that, you were his, he adjust your body again, and tighten his grip in your waist, he moves his dick out from you slowly, leaving the head still inside, he can feel your walls , he approaches you face to whisper in your ear

“You are mine princess” 

He got inside in one rammed, with no warning, making you cry loud, you feel your inside in fire, he start moving fast and rough you feel your walls suffocate with the fast stretch. the sound of slapping skin fill the room, Jimin fucks you wild, and you feel about to exploit.

“Si-sir, im com- coming”

He grab your thigh to lift your leg like before, the world can see better how your pussy being fucked.

“Do it baby, come around my cock” 

You let yourself go, the knot you feel is burned with orgasm, the heat in your body pawn the window, leaving a frame with the shape of your body, Jimin moves slow down, your walls squeeze around his cock, not letting him go, he keep his pace, slowing so he can free himself.

You fall into your knees, supported in the window, things look blurry for a moment, you finally catch Jimin pumping himself until he growls is orgasm, his white cum its splattered in the window

“Clean that, use your mouth”

You obey his order, your tongue collecting all the thick liquid, leaving the window clean, he looks with so much pleasure, see you like this, just for him, he leans to lift your face grabbing your chin.

“You are so perfect for me baby”

“thank you sir”

You smile kind to his words and he kiss you. After fixing your clothes he rides you home, when you took the opportunity to invite him in, to spend the night, you did anything but sleep.

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[little-dragon-stories]

From Broadway to Seoul Part 3

Jimin is a shy mochi while you have a past to ovecome.

A/N English is not my first language, please forgive the mistakes I am going to make even if I tried my best to polish this scenario. Enjoy and feel free to give me your opinion.

Warning: Sadness? Crying? (not so angst.... but it’s coming) 

W/C: 2035

« Where are the managers? They normally are in front of the door to avoid that kind of situation”

Jimin ask breathing heavily.

“What situation? And as you can see, this is my hotel room. I don't know where your managers are, I am not on the same floor as anybody else since I am the last one who joined the trip”.

“What am I gonna do? I can't get out of here, it's the jungle. Some fans recognized and followed me. I was able to hide in a corner for a while but as soon as I had a chance I came in my room. Manager Sejin gave me that key, saying it's my room”.

As you approach the door, you can hear some fans on the hallway, screaming Jimin's name. A few of them are even crying. They seems to have bookek a room in this hotel in the hope of seeing bts there, ending up on the same floor as you.

“Oh! My! God! they are crazy! How many are they? “I counted at least 25, but it was increasing as they were running after me”.

You can tell he is still stressed by the situation.

“Jimin, there is no way you can get out of here right now. Let's talk to the manager, I will let you this room, hide here while I check for another room”

“You can’t get out either, they will recognise you, they saw you at the airport”.

“Call Sejin oppa, he will know what to do, ok?”.

As you come in front of him and take some clothes in your suitcase, Jimin notices you are half naked in front of him. That is too much to handle for him, seeing you like this, even more perfect than everything he had imagine many times when he was alone at night. As you see him swallowing nervously, you think he is still nervous about the incident with the fans.

“If you don't mind, I will put some clothes on”

“Please, do” he answer, not being able to look anywhere else but at you.

When you come out of the bathroom dressed from head to toe, he is hanging on the phone.

“Manager Sejin suggested that we both stay in here and not make any noise until further advice. That might be only tomorrow morning, they will then spread the rumor that I am in a different floor to make the fans go away. He wants us to stay quiet and not order any room service, unless you feel uncomfortable with the situation that is. He will call back soon to ask you how you feel about it”.

You both looked at the unique bed of the room. It’s a big one, but still the ONLY one. Your phone buzz on the nightstand, it’s his manager.

“Yeah, I understand...... Of course it's ok. Jimin needs to sleep before the performance tomorrow...... He is safe here...... yes they are still yelling..... Noooooo no no no don't come over here they will recognise you, stay where you are, it's for the best..... yes, he is ok..... thank you...... no problem...... you too....... for the third time I'm sure..... ok you sleep well too”.

You are about to put your phone down when you receive a text message from Yoongi saying

"what a nice way to get closer. Have fun love birds"

You delete this very fast, hoping Jimin will not see it.

“I might have a problem» he says softly, hoping the crying fans outside would not hear him.

“What is it”? “This is suppose to be my room and normally managers place my suitcase in my room but it's nowhere to be found”.

“Don't worry, you will get it back tomorrow”

“May I borrow your shampoo and soap, I will replace it all”, he ask. “Jiminah! There is no need for you to replace anything. Go, everything is already in the bathroom”.

As he is taking a shower, you prepare a bed on the couch for yourself.

That's where he found you after his shower, laying under a tiny sheet. He is so perfect with his dripping hair, you are hypnotised by his perfect face and body. He is wearing the same clothes than earlier except he didn't had his hoodie on anymore, only wearing a t shirt on his jeans. You can see the muscles of his arms, you can guess his abs under the fabric. Your mouth is suddenly dry under your imagination .

“No, Y/n, I can't accept that. I am the one who will sleep on the couch”. “Absolutely not Jimin”

“ Absolutely yes y/n”

“I said no. I am sleeping here, I will stay here”. “What a stubborn woman you are”.

That is insulting you a little.

“Pff Park Jimin, you are not the first one to tell me that and you certainly are not the last one. Since I know I am right, I am staying here” and you cross your arms in front of you.

Suddenly, a pout appears on his beautiful, full lips.

“Noona» he says with his busan accent. “please, listen to me. For my own pride, I will never be able to sleep knowing a pretty woman is on a couch”.

He is bulking a this point. His plump, pouty lips very close to you as he is now bending over to be at the same level as you.

It was the first time he called you noona. To be honest, you liked that more than you should have.

“You are Park Jimin. I am not letting you sleep on the couch either”.

“Have I ever acted like a diva”?

“No, never but”....

You are still talking when you feel his strong arms under you, lifting you up and bringing you on the bed, bridal style.  By reflex you place your arms around his neck. As he puts you on it, your hands are lightly sliding on his shoulders and the sensation is delightful.

“We will both sleep here. End of the story. We are both adult after all, right”? he says.

“Last time I checked, I was”.

He laughed and both of you prepared yourself to bed as you silently acknowledged the situation. You are doing your own little things in silence but it was comfortable until you finally lay down, side to side on your back when he closes the light.

“Good night noona”, he says almost formally.

“Goodnight little mochi”, you answer playfully. “Thanks for saving me tonight”

“You are welcome”

Both of you turned on your side to face the wall in front of you.  You fall asleep very quickly that night as he is reading some comics on his cell phone.  At 1:00 in the morning, the sound of him coming back from the bathroom wakes you up.

“ I am sorry, have I woke you up? I was thirsty” he says.

“Have you sleep at all”?

“No, sometimes I have trouble to fall asleep”.

“You need something”? You asked him, still sleepy. “No. That's allright. Go back to sleep, I will try to stay still from now on”. “It's ok Jimin, don't worry about it”

He lies at your side again, puts the blankets back to his waist and with the confidence Yoongi gave you the other day, you try to start a conversation with him, unsure how he will react.

“May I ask you something”? You ask in a whisper.

“Of course”.

“What do you love the most about your work”? “Ooooh, it’s hard to pick just one reason”, he answered. “The thrill I have on the stage when I see all those sparkling eyes, smiling faces, the people that sings along and dances with us. The fact that our songs will be part of out fan's journey.  Have you ever realized that we artists, are like the soundtrack in the life of our fans? Later, they might remember our songs and associate it with an important event, something meaningful for them”.  

He is more and more excited as he speaks about his career.

“ I know what you are talking about. I had my first kiss dancing to a Queen song.  I was listening to David Bowie’s music, crying, after my first break-up and Green day was playing when I learned my little sister was pregnant. Before my first debut on Broadway, I was listening to a Mumford and son's song to calm my nerves.  When I hear those songs again, it always reminds me those souvenirs».

“That's exactly it. My first slow was on a girl generation song. Bigbang was playing backstage on our first ever television show and we were dancing on fantastic baby nervously. When my mom called me one day to announce me my dog was dead, Park Ji Yoon was playing on the radio”.

The two of you are lying down on the bed, now facing each other at the excitement. You understand each other very well after all. You cannot not see his face since it is perfectly dark in the room but you can tell he is smiling as he is speaking, you hear the smile in his soft voice.

“My turn to ask”, he says gently. “I am listening”

“You had a career back there, on Broadway. Why quit everything? How you got to Korea. I saw you performed on that musical on YouTube, you were shining. Why have you quit at the beginning of a blooming career”?

You don’t know what to answer. The truth? Some bullshit? He doesn't deserve bullshit. But can he handle the truth? You can barely look at you in a mirror since that day. How would he react if he knew the truth?

“That’s a lot of questions» you laughed. «I came in Korea because I had a wonderful job offer with 7 extraordinary man I knew I would feel safe and good with… The reason why I left is more complicated» “Oh, you don't have to answer, I was”.... “It's not that I don't want to answer. It's just... I don't know.... it's hard for me to talk about again since it's so close to me. I am still recovering from it and”...

You start crying. You are not able to stop. The more you want to stop, the more tears falls down on your cheeks. You don’t want to cry but it’s too painful to stop.

He doesn’t know how to react at first, being so distant with each other since you first met. But, he cannot help it and as he makes a move towards you, you feel his strong arms on your waist, his hand caressing your back gently. He comes closer to you and you feel his forehead on yours, his thumb rubbing your tears gently.

“ I am so sorry Jimin, i don't know why I am crying…  well I know why I am crying but I don't know why NOW and”... “Ssssssssh, stop it Y/n. Stop. You have all the right in the world to cry, and I am glad you are doing it in front of me instead of alone in an hotel room. At least you are not alone”

His voice is so calm, and soothing.

“ But, I don't want to talk about or cry in front of you.... not you”.... “You don’t have to talk about it today or any other day.  It’s up to you, when and who you speaks about it to... Tomorrow when we wake up, you will still be the best voice teacher we ever had, you will still be a very nice and bubbly woman. You will still be a very good singer and musician.  The only difference tomorrow will bring is that from now on, I will be able to say I have a new friend”. “You made a new friend today”? You asked, happy with the distraction.

“I am talking about you pabo”, he says, smiling. “Oooh”

You are overwhelmed by his speech. Comfortable in his arms, tired from crying. Lying against his warm and strong body, you feel safe and you close your eyes, cradle by the sound of his respiration and his soft breath on your hair, you fall asleep.