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jungshookz · 11 months

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apparently y/n's really good with toddlers and jimin thinks it's adorable

➺ pairing; balletteacher!jimin x ballerina!y/n

➺ genre; alright balletteacher!jimin stans since the last update was.,,. uh,., anyway here’s some pre-breakupfluff!! actually idk if this is going to make u guys more sad knowing how that last drabble ended but this one is super cute so at least you have that <3 i’m FINALLY appeasing u with balletteacher!jimin content

➺ wordcount; 2.3k

➺ summary; all the teeny ballerinas seem to gravitate towards y/n for some reason and it’s taking everything within jimin to not spend the entire class just watching her fondly.

➺ what to expect; “oops, i dropt my swipper again.”

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when jimin first got the email from saying that he had to take over the toddler’s ballet class for a day because the teacher for that class called in sick at the very last minute and he was the only one whose schedule lined up perfectly with the toddler’s class, needless to say, he wasn’t very happy

it’s not that he hates children or anything horrible like that (he really doesn’t understand people who say that they hate children) — don’t get him wrong, he loves when random babies wave at him on the street and he’ll even go as far as to make a face at them if their parents aren’t watching — it’s just that he’s literally never taught a toddler ballet class before so he doesn’t even know where to start… and he also doesn’t know how far he can push them before he’s being accused of being a horrible, mean teacher

though it would be fairly impressive on his end if they were able to do grand jetés by the end of class

“i’m so happy we get to play with toddlers all day!” lisa squeals, plopping herself down next to you as you continue your morning stretches in front of the mirror, “aren’t you excited??”

“i think it’ll be fun!” you smile, nodding in agreement before shrugging, “i’m a little nervous because i literally have never interacted with a child other than my little cousins, and they’re like eight to nine years old now, so i’m out of practice…”

“it’s okay, y/n,” you feel a harsh pat on your shoulder and you look up to see seulgi smiling sweetly at you, “not all of us can be good at everything. you keep the class humble.”

“very funny, seulgi.” you grumble, rolling your eyes before turning to look back at lisa, “i’m just glad we kinda get a day off because we have to help mr. park teach the toddlers. i don’t know about you but i am not in the mood to do any pirouettes this morning.” you huff, adjusting your leg warmers before checking out your reflection in the mirror to make sure you look okay

you also feel a little groggy because you didn’t get much sleep last night

you spent the night at jimin’s and then he drove you back to your place early (because lisa texted and said she’d come over in the morning to have breakfast with you before the two of you zipped over to the studio so you had to go home otherwise she’d be wondering where the hell else you’d be)

“do you think i should’ve worn the sheep-patterned leg warmers instead? i feel like toddlers would be more receptive to sheeps-“ for some reason you feel like you’re trying to impress the toddlers even though they probably don’t even know what leg warmers are and even if they did they couldn’t care less about them

you were going to wear your sweatpants but you got a new pair of leg warmers and you wanted to show them off (they’re baby pink with little black bows on the back of them), so you decided to pair them with your black leotard, a matching black wrap cardigan, and your stockings of course

“ah, i just love kids,” lisa sighs, getting up from the ground as you get up as well before looping her arm with yours, “and i don’t know about you, but seeing mr. park interact with kids is also something that i’m very much looking forward to.”

you feel a wide grin growing on your face at the reminder that yes, you’re finally going to see jimin interacting with cute little kids and you remind yourself to keep it cool

you and jimin only started dating a few weeks ago and you don’t want to scare him off by getting all baby crazy

you don’t even know if jimin wants kids

…

does he want kids?

and if he does, would he want to have them with you? because you certainly wouldn’t mind carrying his beautiful children and-

“oh my god, they’re so cute!”

the room erupts into high pitched coos and squeals when the toddlers, well, toddle into the room, all of them dressed in matching baby pink cardigans and leotards and chiffon skirts with stockings on their little legs and neat little slicked back buns on their little heads and it doesn’t take long for you to fall in love with all of them because oh my god they’re so cute and you just want to eat their chubby little cheekies and gobble them up and rRRaAWOOF-

“ladies, here are our little guests for the day,” jimin laughs lightly, shutting the door behind him quietly as he gently nudges the little ones towards the group like a herd of little baby sheep, “there are twenty-four of them and twelve of you, so if you could each take two for the day, that would be wonderful- oh!” jimin pauses when he accidentally bumps into one of the girls and he reaches down to pat her head, “sorry honey, mr. park is a little clumsy today and you’re just so small-“

“oh god, i can’t take it-“ lisa groans quietly, holding a hand over her mouth as she muffles a squeal and starts to bounce on the balls of her feet excitedly, “i can’t take it i can’t take it i can’t take it that is so stinking cute-“

“what are we supposed to do, do we just grab two random ones and go?” seulgi asks with a frown and you can’t help but snort because that is such a seulgi thing to ask

“don’t grab two of them and go, this isn’t a drive through-“ you chuckle, watching as the other girls disperse into the crowd of teeny ballereenies to collect their two for the day, “you just have to go and see which ones vibe with you, i think. which might be hard for you.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“well, all children know that they need to stay away from the wicked witch of the west- OW-“ you yelp when seulgi delivers a hard punch to your arm before taking off

it’s only in that moment you notice one of the little girls in the back, wide-eyed and holding onto both her slippers, looking as lost as ever

she stumbles forward as the other girls start shuffling forwards slightly, all the toddlers clearly a little intimidated by all of you

you make your way over to her and she immediately looks up at you, her lips parting slightly

“hi! do you need some help with your slippers?” you crouch down so that you’re eye-level with her and she nods shyly before averting her gaze, “okay, i can help you. i’m y/n. what’s your name?” you stand back up before holding your hand out for her and she wraps her hand around two of your fingers, trailing behind you as you lead her to a free corner in the room

“mia.”

“mia’s a very pretty name,” you smile, looking down at her (from your angle, you can see her little cheeks protruding out slightly and it’s just so cute)

“i dropt my swipper.” mia suddenly stops in her tracks and you stop as well, letting her bend down to pick up her slipper only for the other one to fall onto the ground, “oops, i dropt my swipper again.”

you and lisa make eye contact from across the room and she pushes her bottom lip out in a pout before scrunching her face and putting a hand over her chest and you make the same expression in return to tell her that oh my god, i know, right?!

“alright, miss mia, do you wanna sit down for me?” you hum, sitting down cross-legged before patting your lap, “it’ll be easier for me to put your slippers on if you’re sitting.”

mia nods before plopping herself down on your lap and you nearly let out a coo when you notice how teeny weeny her slippers are

they’re just so cute! and they’re basically the size of your hand!!!!!!

“how old are you, mia?” you ask, taking her slippers from her before lifting one of her chubby little legs up so you can put a slipper on

“thwee.” she holds four fingers up and you giggle, reaching over to put one of them down for her, “i’m thwee.” she kicks her legs slightly, sticking the one with the slipper up into the air before wiggling her toes

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jimin smiles to himself as he looks around the room, feeling weirdly proud at how well all of you are looking after the little ones even though his teaching has nothing to do with how good you guys are with kids

he started the class off with a few warm-up exercises and was very impressed at how well the little girls followed his lead (to be honest he’s already picked out the ones that would survive in his class when they’re older, and it’s definitely not the one that started twirling around in ditzy, uncoordinated circles when he asked everyone to get into third position), and it’s only been about twenty minutes but according to the schedule given to him, they take ten minute breaks every twenty minutes which seems a little too lax for his liking, but then again — he’s not a teacher for toddlers, so who is he to say what’s right and what’s wrong?

and he has to admit that it was hard to not watch you the entire time you were guiding your girls and showing them how to do everything properly (“demi-plie, mia! keep your back straight just like me…”)

at first he was going to tell you off because you were kneeled on the ground while he was teaching up front but then he realized you were only doing it so you could help the little ones with positioning their feet, and not to mention, you weren’t just helping your own two ballereenies, you were helping whichever ones were around you which was just… so nice to see

and perhaps the others will suspect him of favouritism because he’s pretty sure lisa caught him staring fondly at you at one point but it’s not like anyone would ever confront him about it so he’s really not too worried

“and at home, i- i do- um, i do, um, dance evewywhere and my favouwite- favouwite song is wet it go from fwozen because anna and elsa-“

“speaking of let it go- emma, you better let go of my bun before you yank my hair off my head!”

jimin’s ears perk up in interest when he hears your voice among the many voices and squeals and giggles in the room and he turns around, eyes scanning the room until he finally lands on you to see you surrounded by six of the baby ballerinas

you’ve got one of them sitting on your lap with her hand buried in a pack of animal crackers (none of them brought snacks with them so he’s assuming those came from you), one of them with their arms slung over you from behind and her cheek pressed to your shoulder, three of them sitting cross-legged around you, and the last one prancing around you chatting away excitedly

you wrap your arm securely around the one sitting on your lap, reaching down to smooth some of her hair back before leaning over a little to look at her and ask if she’s alright, and she nods in response before holding a cracker up for you to take

jimin feels his heart skip a beat at the adorable sight because he was certainly not aware of how good you are with children

he can’t help but chuckle when he notices you showing off your leg warmers off

so cute

so, so cute

his eyes widen when you look up and immediately lock gazes with him only for you to wave at him shyly before returning your attention to the girls after jimin returns a smile and a wave of his own

you and y/n would make a really cute baby, the intrusive voice in his head tells him as his arm drops back to his side, and jimin finds his cheeks flushing slightly at the thought of a teeny little y/n trailing behind him like a little duckling

he could dress her up in her ballet clothes and put bows in her hair and train her to become the best ballerina the world has ever seen and she’d have your hair and eyes and his nose and mouth and she’d be so sweet and kind like you but strong and tenacious like him

and not to sound like a hormonal boy or anything but the process of baby-making seems like it’d be very fun

…

“mr. park, y/n’s stealing all the kids!” jimin looks over when he hears seulgi whining and he resists the urge to snort at how huffy she’s being, “i took two of them like you told us to but all of them are like, gravitating towards y/n for some reason-“

“well, i guess there’s just something about y/n that they like, seulgi.” jimin responds with a shrug, keeping his eyes glued on you with a fond smile twitching at the corner of his mouth

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indndwnshead · 5 months

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Amalgamation: Part IV - When you meet... Jimin

Pairing: Min Yoongi x (f) Reader

Chapter tags: developing relationship, meeting the bro, jimin dancing cause he misses performing for army :)

Series summary:

Now that you are a permanent fixture in Min Yoongi's life, it's inevitable that you meet the rest of BTS.

Each encounter with the rest of the group becomes a unique thread in the tapestry of life, gradually integrating disparate elements into a harmonious whole and seamlessly weaving into the fabric of your joined world.

A/N at the end to avoid spoiling the story! Let's be friends and stan Yoongi together on twitter @itsdndwn 💜💜

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Masterlist. Previous Chapter. Next Chapter.

Also read on: AO3

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You were hanging out late into the night at Yoongi's studio. With a new drama shoot beginning, you rarely had time to hang out during the day. This late-night hangout was perfect for both of you, as Yoongi had also started working late to finish producing songs for the new album.

In the middle of the night, you wanted to go to the bathroom and stretch your stiff legs. You tapped Yoongi softly on the shoulder and let him know that you'd be back soon. He was too preoccupied and only hummed in response. You smiled fondly at him, admiring his dedication.

The staff had already become accustomed to your presence in the building. Initially, your frequent visits might have caused some raised eyebrows, but everyone was discreet and professional. Nobody had let any information slip to outsiders about just how much time you'd been spending with Yoongi or about your new relationship. It was almost like a well-kept secret within the building, which allowed you both to enjoy your time together in peace.

As you took the longer route back from the bathroom, you could hear music from one of the practice rooms – the one Yoongi had mentioned that his members liked to practice in. Since all the staff had already gone home at this late hour, you were curious about who might be using that room. The door was slightly ajar, so you decided to take a peek.

Inside, you found a man practicing his dance moves with a captivating passion that was hard to miss. It was Park Jimin and the song he was dancing to was ‘Butterfly’. Jimin's incredible skills and the passion he poured into each move left you in awe. Each movement seemed to portray his emotion that fit perfectly with the song, the fear of losing something you held dear.

At the end of the song, Jimin turned to face you with a playful smile, twirling his finger through the air as he said, "I caught a little birdie spying on me."

Startled, you didn't expect him to notice you quietly admiring his dancing. "Sorry," you replied, "I passed by the room, not expecting anyone to be here, and got captivated by your dance instead."

Jimin smiled, his interest piqued. "I haven't seen you around. Are you new?"

You laughed and answered, "Something like that." Technically, it wasn't a lie, as you were a relatively new addition to the situation, attached to Yoongi's presence.

Jimin continued with a flirtatious smile, "Would you like a private dance lesson, my dear?"

Desperate for a good stretch, you decided to take him up on the offer, but you quickly warned him about your lack of dancing skills. "Fair warning, I'm not a good dancer," you admitted.

"Nonsense," he dismissed your worries with a confident smile, "With me teaching you, you'll master the routine in no time."

Jimin proceeded to show you some of the dance steps for 'Butterfly', displaying incredible patience and dedication as a teacher. He guided you through the moves, dancing alongside you, mirroring the steps, and providing gentle corrections with a warm smile.

Time seemed to slip away as you got lost in the dance. Unbeknownst to you, Yoongi had become concerned about your prolonged absence and began searching for you. Imagine his surprise when he found you trying to master the dance routine to ‘Butterfly’ with none other than Park Jimin.

Yoongi stayed quiet for a moment, allowing you and Jimin to finish dancing to the first few bars of the song. When you completed the last step, Jimin paused the music and turned to you with a triumphant smile. "See, I'm an excellent teacher," he boasted.

You couldn't help but laugh. "Thanks, Jimin-ssi," you said, grateful for the impromptu dance lesson and the warm welcome you'd received from the talented dancer.

Yoongi knocked on the mirror, signaling his presence. You and Jimin turned to face him in surprise, not expecting to see Yoongi there. Jimin's face lit up with excitement as he sprinted over to greet his hyung, and the two of them exchanged enthusiastic greetings.

Yoongi turned to Jimin with a critical look. "Jimin, why are you still here so late at night? We have a group practice tomorrow morning, you need to rest."

Jimin rolled his eyes at his hyung. "Says the one who had been working late all week."

Yoongi grunted in agreement. "Well, we all should head back soon then.” He playfully nods toward you. ”Ah, but I see you've been busy."

Jimin's eyes widened with excitement as he remembered your presence in the room. "Right! Hyung, this is... um..." He hesitated as he realized he didn't know your name. "I'm sorry, I never asked for your name."

"It's okay," you said with a laugh, "I'm _____. Nice to meet you, Jimin-ssi.”

Jimin seemed relieved by your introduction and turned back to Yoongi to present you. "Hyung, this is _____."

Yoongi wore an amused smile as he replied, "Oh, I know."

Jimin's curiosity peaked. "Oh, you've seen her around?"

Yoongi couldn't help but slyly play along, "You can say that."

You felt your cheeks flush as Yoongi's words and the sly smile he shot your way made your heart race. Jimin, on the other hand, was now thoroughly perplexed. He stared intensely at you, trying to remember how you knew his hyung.

After a brief but intense moment, Jimin concluded, "You’re the actress in Hyung’s drama! That’s why you look so familiar!” Jimin grinned, satisfied with his conclusion. Seconds later, his grin dropped, replaced with a frown of confusion. “But why are you here in the middle of the-” Jimin trailed off.

He looked back and forth between the two of you, his mind racing to connect the dots.

“OH!” He exclaimed, a look of realization crossing his face. "Bagelandwine?”

He was met with your playful confirmation, "The one and only," and your shared laughter.

“Yahhhhh! Hyung, how could you hide this lovely face behind a book?” Jimin playfully scolded Yoongi, referring to a recent Instagram post on Yoongi's private account.

Yoongi chuckled good-naturedly in response. The three of you continued to converse naturally. Jimin expressed his excitement for your new relationship. You and Jimin discovered that you both are in talks to work with the same fashion house.

“You know, you guys just made me 100 dollars richer. And more importantly, the right to gloat for the next couple of months at least. So, thanks!” Jimin said with a sly smile.

You raised your eyebrow at his words. He basically confessed that he had placed a bet on you being Yoongi’s girlfriend.

Yoongi chuckled. “What did you bet on, exactly Jimin-ah?”

“Where’s the fun if I tell you now? This is only one part of it,” Jimin said with a wink sent your way.

You chuckled at his tone, not taking his words too seriously. Jimin was known for his playful banter. You and Yoongi soon part ways with Jimin. The older man playfully threatened to drag the younger back to his apartment if he didn’t stop practicing soon.

As you and Yoongi made your way back to his studio to get your belongings, he couldn't help but express his surprise. He took your hand and twirled you gently, saying, "I didn't know you were quite the dancer."

You playfully scoffed, "Please, if not for Jimin's perfectionist traits, I'd be flapping around like a fish out of water."

"I'm sure it wasn't that bad.” Yoongi laughed and then grinned mischievously, ”You know, if you ever want to learn some BTS choreography, you can just ask me. I'll show you my moves."

You smiled at the thought, "I'll hold you to that promise, Min Yoongi."

Your playful banter continued as you walked hand in hand, sharing yet another memorable moment in your relationship.

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A/N: I can see Jimin secretly practicing, pushing himself to be 'perfect'. And the song Butterfly could be one that he'd choose because deep down he's scared he'd lose army, lose his talent, during the break🥺

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thatlongspringnight · 11 months

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Like Crazy (Park Jimin/Reader)

Pairing: Park Jimin/female reader

Rating: M for mature

Genre: Non-Idol!Au

Warnings: Smut, depression, p in v sex, cunnilingus mention, sex in a poetic way, feeling empty, drinking

Summary: Every Night he finds a new string to weave into the tapestry of his lonely life

Word Count: 880

The club is so dark, Jimin feels every flash of light like a revelation, heat in his chest, bleeding out to his cheeks as the warmth of the liquor seeps deeper into his bones.

He’s wasted, he realizes, not for the first time, thoroughly drunk - but that doesn’t stop the want in his heart, in his throat - the word More trying to claw its way to the surface as he tries to will it away through music.

Through dancing, letting the rhythm remove the thoughts from his head, the aching desire for more, more, more - More of what? He doesn’t think he entirely knows right now, too hazy against the music and the movement. Too caught up in the glint of a woman’s eyes across the room.

More - he suddenly feels hyper focused, more is standing right in front of him, a woman of around his age, if he had to guess, nursing her cocktail with the same reckless abandon he was moments before.

She’s hungry, he can feel it in the darkness of her gaze- in the dart of her tongue across her lips.

Desire - the look he’s seen played out on a thousand different faces. Want, need, lust - painted in pinks and blues - men and women, blending to purple on his skin.

The color of bruises, he muses, as his hand finds her hip. Mottled purple against his heart, hoping to fill it to bursting and failing every time .

Its going to be a good night, the words echo. Her lips against his ear, body - bodies - swaying to the music. The sound magnetizing, drawing them ever closer.

One of her hand trails the back of his neck, her half-empty drink clutched tightly in the other. He reaches for it, and she is quick to catch on, pressing the cool glass to his lips so he can taste the cloying sweetness. He just wants a taste.

Replaced by her lips. The sweetness melting into something more feral, a sort of almost bitterness that keeps him coming back for more the moment she pulls away.

“Come on...” she breathes, the upturn of her lips, drawing his gaze. She could be anyone right now, or no one at all. “Follow me, let’s get out of here.”

“You don’t want to finish your drink?” He asks, and she shakes her head, fingers twined with his.

“Tastes like shit.” It’s a bark of a laugh, almost on edge, the precipice she could fall off at any moment. “D’you trust me?”

He doesn’t answer, he doesn’t have to. He’ll let her drown him. He’ll let her drag him off, into the depths.

Drag - Like the drag of her hand against his cock, the murky darkness of the club replaced by the half light of an apartment he doesn’t know - he’s half undone, already, a sheen of sweat on his chest as her tongue trails the salt, as her teeth graze the ridges of his skin.

“Let me have a taste.” The scene has shifted again, his mouth on her thigh, her hand gripping at his hair, an unspoken yes as she pulls him forward. He feels found, lost, all at once the same sort of sinking pleasure that always has him coming back for more - searching for a place to land, a warm body that will mean something come morning. Searching for a way he won’t wake up alone.

Alone again. What’s the point, the thought echoes in his head, what’s the point in night after night if the empty remains? But then she is gasping, her heels digging deliciously into his back and the thoughts dissipate, his mind brought back into his body as he shifts his focus.

He wants to love her like crazy, even if it’s just for tonight. He wants to lose these feelings in the warmth of her skin.

Now, in the way she is gasping. The way her nails dig into his skin, the crescent moon indents - desire littered across his skin. Fingertips splattering stars and moons - constellations telling the story of this moment.

Star crossed, the strings of fate woven so effortlessly together, in these crossroads that make the tapestry of his life. If he collects enough, will they blanket his loneliness?

“I’m afraid -“ he murmurs desperately against her skin. “Afraid everything will disappear.” The words are lost in the rut of his hips against hers, at least, until she shifts him, on top now.

“Let me take it from you.” She answers a question he doesn’t remember asking. “Tonight, I’ll make it all real.” And he feels so alive under her touch. Out of his mind. The heat between them enough.

Enough, the falling, he doesn’t wanna wake up from this moment, the tightness of his stomach unraveling as he spills out, as he give himself all up to her.

The tears too, as he crashes, burns. For a moment more human, more real, than he’s ever been. Vulnerable.

This is going to break him, he realizes. He will lose himself completely one of these days.

But in the morning, it’s him that leaves, defiant almost, to the emotions he felt last night.

He doesn’t want to be saved.

Alone, again, where the hurt is only temporary.

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vinetae · 1 year

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jimin thinks y/n can’t commit to him and that’s not the truth at all - !Part 2!

➺ pairing; park jimin x reader

➺ genre; balletteacher!jiminiverse! Hurt/comfort, Hurt/no comfort, Shame, Guilt, Anger, (Jimin and Y/n infuriate me so much omg, just like fuck already guys), [f.] Masturbation, soft moments, cuddles, memories, sad reader, ANGST ANGST ANGST AND OH YEAH, ANGST, hinted sex, cunillingus,

➺ wordcount; 10k

➺ summary; After your final words with Jimin, everything just comes tumbling down. Will fate pull you two back together? Or will the strings of life finally break what was always meant to sever..

A/n: Requested by @chimmy-licious

I DON’T OWN THIS FIC IDEA. This was originally a request to complete a series which had not been updated in three years. I don't claim the idea, nor the first part of this little work. Credit to the original author; @jungshookz

(However, this second part is mine so please do not copy, translate, modify, or repost this anywhere without MY permission to do so.)

With that said, enjoy!

Part 1 - (credit to @jungshookz)

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You had ended up falling asleep on your sofa, body molded around a certain wine Jimin had been saving for your one year anniversary. Lips cracked, nose running, with about a thousand puffs tissues surrounding your worn-out figure.

You’d been hoping this was some kind of bad dream.

A reality your internalized anxiety had caused.

That you’d wake up from this nightmare to see the man you love, passed out peacefully on your full sized bed. Watching as the sun’s morning rays beam down, cracking through the half-way blinds pulled down, illuminating bits and pieces of his baby-like features. His chest, rising and falling in patterns, that had become your lullaby.

To him throwing an arm sleepily across your figure when you go to kiss his cheek goodbye for the morning, heading out to your early single run session. His mouth parting slightly, strings of protests and soft moans exile, convincing you to not go.

To stay a little longer.

“Mmmm, not yet.” He lets out a soft groan, pulling you by the waist back down, until you’re flushed against his body. The point of his chin resting atop your apex, as soft rises of his chest drag your body back down into a sleep. Your lips curve into a gentle smile, trying to wiggle your way out of his arms. Yet, all of the weekends he’d spent at the gym prior to your relationship had still been paying off.

Now, his weekends only belong to you.

The tears had seemed like an endless river, rushing down to greet the next new paths of its journey. Cheeks puffed and red, as you stand to discard the late night’s binge evidence, and sob session helpers. Everywhere you turned, had been a bitter reminder of the previous night. The small heater that had busted last winter, where you had to curl up in the living room, surrounded by piles of blankets to keep warm, while watching a screened fireplace crackle on your flat screen TV. The digitized embers mocked your broken wallet, and snowed in selves. However, even with the bite of a blizzard’s pearly whites, and a broken heating system, it had become the best few days of Christmas break.

Tucking himself back in between the comfort of your body and the blankets, his arms tug around your figure, pulling you closer to him to keep warm. The two mugs of hot-chocolate he’d carried along with him on the two feet walk from your kitchen to the living room, had almost killed him.

However, it’s like his body was set on fire when your head turned, flashing him a warming smile at the sight of the delicious drinks. The white specs lay in your eyes, symbolizing hope. Hope in this winter day passing..

Hope in you lasting.

You suck in a deep breath, taking a look around the clutter of your apartment. Moving boxes stuffed into the corner, while a few furniture pieces had still not yet been unwrapped from their bubble packaged blankets. Your eyes trails across the empty room, memories of the two of you flooding your mind. The first cooking dinner date you had in the kitchen, your first board game night..

Your first..

His leg kicks the door shut. Arms wrapped around your delicate figure, as he unconsciously guides the two of you to the back of your couch’s arm. Knees buckle under the weight, allowing yourself to fall back into the comfort of your sofa. His body towers you, tips of his fingers trailing up the plains of your torso. A small grin tugs his corner lip.

“May I?”

With a soft nod, he’s quick to discard the piece of thin fabric. What had started off as a calming walk in the park, hands intertwined as you pointed out the various colors among the busy streets..

Had led to a late morning practice confession.

You could still feel the lingering of his touch. The way he used to gently caress the top of your head. When you’re cooking, reading ..

.. Making love.

The broad of his shoulders doubles over your own, legs lifting to wrap around his torso. The gentle rock of his hips into yours, the intimate eye contact, had made the moment that much more special. You could feel the warmth of something sliding up to hold onto your hand. Weightful movements, with staggered breaths brought you that much closer to the ending of your beginning.

“Fu-fuck..” He moans, plush lips parting as the sweat of his brow drips down the side of his face. Your hands reach out, carding your fingers through his damp locks, as your head leans up, capturing his lips in a soft exchange.

“Y-Y/n..” Letting out sharp breaths, the roll of his hips against yours lulls you into an erotic, passionate spell. His movements had just as much grace and precision as his routines did. As if he’d been crafted from the gentle sway of a tree’s moves himself. You could feel the tensing of his biceps above you, as his face lowers down to press butterfly-like kisses along the paths of your chest. Lips lingering on the erect bud of your breast, his tongue grazing across the surface of your skin, eyes glancing up to lock onto yours.

You’d never seen someone look at you the way he had..

Your feet unconsciously guide you down the small corridor of your apartment. Fingertips dragging along the chipped and worn out wall’s memories. The tears you’d thought you’d ridden yourself of, coming back to play a taunting and tortuous melody. As if they’d wanted you to be in this much pain.. Your hands reach the small picture frames along the small of your hallway’s little nightstand in the corner. Framed photographs and polaroid pictures sat along the surface’s flat, as you admired the little contents and reminiscences.

Truly, if walls could talk..

“Really Y/n!” His voice echoes down the empty hall, as you take to lean against the wall’s turn corner. He’d been so set on this idea for so long. Your hands gently hold up a small mug of coffee you’d made in the morning.

“I.. don’t really know what you mean.” Jimin lets out a huff of frustration, turning on his heel to face your figure. Lips turning down into a short pout.

“I just.. We’ve been together for some time now, and all of the pictures we take when we go places..” You lips the small mug to your lips, taking a minor sip of the hot liquid’s content. Tonguing on the idea he’d been advocating so passionately for the last ten minutes.

“Well, we just don’t really go anywhere.. Besides, Why would I display us here-” You motion to the empty nightstand top, “instead of there?” pointing to your bedroom’s entrance. Jimin’s lips don’t open to counter, but the pout still remains. After a few seconds of silence, you let out a sigh, setting the mug down on the counter. Arms coiling around his somber figure, pulling his body closer to your own. Your head buried deep into his chest, as you finally let out.

“You’re right.. I just-” You pull away to glance up at him. “Wouldn’t it look weird to my friends if they saw me posing with our dance instructor?” He’s hesitant to pull away, leaving your embrace for the chilling emptiness of alone’s instead. Back turned, as he goes to pick up the set of keys he’d always lay on the little fruit bowl you’d bought from a consignment shop prior to moving in three years ago.

“Jimin?”

Clicking on the door evicts the hopeful silence.

You hadn’t seen him again for another three days after that. Miss Im had to cover for his classes at the studio, though she hadn’t explained why. It wasn’t until almost the fifth night that your phone had gone off during a marathon of reality TV that no one really watches anymore. Swiping up, your phone unlocks, displaying the new message.

[New message ]

Unknown: Come outside.

You: Who is this?

Unknown: You’ll see.

Yeah.. that’s not murderous at all..

You: I’m not listening to a stranger.

Unknown: Party pooper, Y/n.. 😔

You: Who is this?

Unknown: Your boyfriend who’s about to bust down your door lug you over my shoulder and kidnap you if you don’t come down 😈

[Typing.. ] Jimin? Why are yo-

Wait.. this might be a trap..

[Typing..] How aggressive.. I still don’t know who this is.

[Send?] 🗹

You: How aggressive.. I still don’t know who this is.

Read: 9:54PM

It wasn’t long until you heard a banging against your apartment door.

Great. This is where you die.

You always thought you could escape the killer psychopath movies, because you’re obviously smarter than those characters.

Soon, you hear the jiggling of the key in the lock, forcing your door open.

“I told you I’d bust down this door if- why are you holding a lamp?” His head tilts to the side, chuckling softly at your defense position. You’d grabbed the closest thing to you..

Which ended up being the lamp your grandmother had gifted you a year ago.

“I.. uh-” You quickly set the object down, clearing your throat. “Y-You were acting like a serial killer! Why did you text me from a random number anyways?!”

Jimin lets out a chuckle, making a b-line towards your guarded figure, still slightly gripping the couch’s end for support. “Sorry.. I forgot to tell you. I dropped my phone in the toilet when I was brushing my teeth. Had to get a new one.” He pulls the small mobile from his jeans pocket, giving proof to his story. The small, sleeked blackened case had allured the cellphone with a mysterious aura. His eyes trail along the grip you had kept on the sofa, tugging a smile on his lips.

“Damn.. what I wouldn’t give to be a couch..” He chuckles, grabbing your hand to lead you out the doorway before you could protest.

“Jimin what are we-”

“Shh..” He stops, facing his torso to catch your eyes. You look down, noticing a black, silk dangling in his grasp.

“Do you trust me?”

His hand slips into yours, as you’re being blindly led through a maze of foreign objects in which you had no idea what had been. Some felt like bushes and a few trees, others felt like different types of people. You could definitely hear the sounds of the city. Loud honks, blaring music, booming radios and more. Until suddenly, it just-

“Okay, we’re here..” He slowly removes the blindfold, as your eyes adjust to the newly dimmed lighting. Once there’d been no more pain from the sudden exposure, your heart drops at the sight.

You were in the dance studio.

The lights had been dimmed, with a soft, pink glow illuminating in the foreground. Jimin takes a few steps backwards, clicking a small button from the little remote in his hand. Suddenly, a twinkle of sparkling glows lit up the whole studio, making the mirror reflect ten times as much as the small practice room had been. It had looked like an endless fairytale, in which you never wanted to leave.

Soon, you felt his hands slip into yours. His chocolatey irises bare down, taking your gaze as a sign for speech.

“I know I might not be good at the whole ‘love’ thing..”

“Mhm, maybe not.” You tease. His eyes roll, slightly squeezing your hands in his.

“You’re not so good yourself, miss I’m-a-love-expert” You giggle, hitting his arm softly in response. “That was one time, let it go!”

His lips part slightly, chuckling at your retort. “Okay okay.. Letting go. So back to what I was saying-”

“You were saying how talented and awesome I am.” You grin slightly, hoping he’d take the bait.

“Yes I was- wait what?”

“Nothing.”

His eyebrow raises in question, but continues on.

“Well it was along those lines but..” He takes a deep breath. “I know we might not be good at this whole love thing.. and we are both pretty stubborn..”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes you are.”

“Am not.”

“Are too!”

“Am not.”

“Y/n! This is being stubborn!” His voice raises above the little classical music you’d creating a routine for the past few weeks, for the upcoming performance. A smile brushes your lips, as you put your hands up in surrender.

“Alright alright.. I’m sorry. Please, continue.”

“Okay. as I was saying -” He sends you a side eye.

You giggle.

“I know we’re both good at one thing.” His grasp pulls you to the center of the room, as he plugs in his new Iphone from the sidelines. A snazzy, emotional classic comes over the speakers, as he reaches out his hand for an offer.

Your eyebrow raises. “Bickering?”

His eyes roll, shaking his head. “You’re something, I swear..”

You take his offered hand, chuckling at your accomplishment. “Not really.” Your bodies move along slowly to the music, before he’s spinning you around gently, until you’re facing him directly.

“It’s funny, seeing my dance teacher all pouty.”

His arms wrap around your body, tugging you to him until your back is flushed with his chest. Breath-filled whispers trail along the planes of your neck, as his lips brush the shell of your ear lightly.

“Well, I’m not your dance instructor right now..”

He twirls you out, pulling you back in, with your arms catching steady around his neck. His hands pressed into your hips, as your lips barely brush one another’s. His heavy breaths mixed with yours creates a certain type of potion, that seems to have you both under a heavy spell.

You could barely find your voice, as you could hear the classical, emotional melody switch to something much more intense. A deep base, kicking snares, and an R&B melodic voice to drown out the worries of this world, putting all of your focus on the moment. You could barely get out two little words from the intensity of it all.

“Kiss me.”

»»————-　☁️ ————-««

Once your apartment had looked -somewhat- decent, you checked the new notifications on your phone.

July 2nd, 7:30AM (5 minutes ago)

HYBE DANCE ACADEMY OFFICE OF ADMINISTRATIONS <[email protected]> to me

Miss Y/N Y/L/N,

This is your two-hour reminder email, along with a text message that will be sent to you for the consultation with the Dean set at 9:30AM (July 2nd), today. Please remember to bring your Student ID with you. The closing window for any cancellations has now ended.

Thank You.

HYBE DANCE ACADEMY, Office of Administrations

You close out the email, tossing your phone across the room to let it land on the bed. Deciding to take a quick shower before the meeting, you drop the rest of your clothes to the floor, reaching past the glass door of your shower, turning the faucet on. As the stream fills the room slowly, your head is dragged back to its bitter-sweet reminiscences.

The sound of giggles and laughs could be heard through the echoing walls of your apartment. The bathroom mirror and glass door had become too fogged up due to the humidity.

And.. maybe something else..

“Oh my god” Your head lulls back, thigh twitching is response as Jimin’s tongue flattened against your aching clit, his free hand reaching upwards to cup one of your breasts. Your hand tugs at his dampened locks, fingernails trailing along his scalp in the process. Plush lips wrapped around the soaking flesh between your legs, as the thigh that had been thrown over his shoulder tenses from his motions. After a few seconds, his eyes glance up to make sure everything’s okay.

He secretly pats himself on the back for such a responsive look from you. Your hair messily flipped to the side, as a stream of water flows down the entirety of your body, lips jarring open as he watches the sharp rise and fall of your chest slow its rate. Eyes blown out beyond imagination, as you too had noticed his gaze.

His body rises up to tower over yours once again, a smirk pressing his lips.

“Earth to Y/n~” He teases.

Your eyes lull back, before reluctantly coming back to reality. His hands trail up your skin, leaning his head down to capture your lips in a heated exchange. Before you know it, you’re hoisted up against the fogged glass wall, the squishy tip of his cock pressing at your entrance, begging for permission. In a few movements, he’s easily slipping past your velvety walls, making your mouth cry out a fit of moans.

“Fuck..” Your head falls backwards, hand embarrassingly stuffed between the space of your thighs as your finger rubs figure eights against your aching clit. Your free hand clasps to cover your mouth, muffling the shameful noises that exile with every movement of your chest. You could almost hear the desperation in his voice, the closer you’d become to your climax. His raspy morning voice.. The slight growl he’d developed when he too had been reaching his limit.. The whine he exasperated every time you’d clenched around his throbbing cock.

Just to feel it one last time. To have his dancer-graced, heaven-sent hips slamming into your own.. In a passionate way of course. His hands sporadically trailing all over your body.. lips, as if drinking in all that you had offered, hadn’t been enough to satiate his thirst for you.

Mind replaying every intimate scene you’d ever had with him. The late night, relationship booty-calls because one of you was too fucking horny to wait until the weekend when you’d see one another. Every position he’d ever put you in. All the times at the dinner table he’d just absolutely destroyed your pussy with just two fingers, while catching up with the Kardashians, until you’d become a whiny, fucked out bitch.

“J-Jimin.. Oh f-fuck! Jimin!” Your screams had become nothing more than an unanswered prayer. All of the memories, being forcefully replayed in your mind like how a psychopath would torture their victims with playing the same move over and over until they too, go insane.

And insane you were.

Your legs had been on the verge of giving in. The joints in your fingers, which had been helping in letting out all of your frustrations, had begun faltering. Your chest staggered in breaths you didn’t even know you had. Practically mauling your lip for just some sort of relief. Begging for this to never end, but just wanting it to.

Then, your mind really fucked with you.

Images of the kiss Jimin and Nayeon had shared, flooded your mind.

Soon, all of the sweet, intimate moments that had been yours.. Were stolen away with Nayeon’s face. Of her cuddling up with Jimin on the couch.. Of Jimin dancing with her in the dark late at night in the studio, as his apology.

That stupid fucking kiss!

“FUCK!” You yell out, removing your hand in hatred. Quick to finish up your shower, you throw on the clothes you’d laid out along with the leotard and a scrunchie wrapped around your wrist for class later that day.

If you even went to class..

»»————-　☁️ ————-««

Your leg tapped nervously against the corridor’s marbled flooring. The halls are so large in comparison to your tiny apartment. Your finger toyed with the little string dangled from the hem of your t-shirt, before a lady wearing a pantsuit had stepped into sight.

“Miss Y/n?”

—

If the halls had been decorated, the Dean’s office had been absolutely decked out. Framed photos of colleagues and the Dean in his younger days, sprawled all over the walls. Trophies of winning champions and teams of the Academy displayed in what seemed like a thousand glass cases.

“Miss Y/n?”

The Dean’s voice pulls you from your train of thoughts. “Ah, yes.” His hand motions towards the seat in front of him, as you hesitantly obey.A few clicks of his computer later, and he’s spinning slightly to the side to face you across his desk. “So, what seems to be the issue here?”

“Well I-”

He types on the computer, clicking his mouse while pulling up something. “Seems like you’ve been doing an excellent job here at the academy.”

“Well yes, sir. I’ve been-”

“Practicing very hard, I see. So, are you ready for competition this year? They say it’s going to be just as difficult as nationals.” Your eyes widen. You hadn’t even thought of the possibility of getting into the top ranks.

“I.. what?”

His eyes squint, before tilting his computer to the side for you to check. “Seems like you’ve been placed at the top of the roster. By..”

Please don’t say it, please don’t say it.

“Mister.. Park?”

Fuck.

You could feel the tears welling up in your ducts, having to push down any signs of the uncomfortable you felt while hearing his name, instead deciding to replace it with a light chuckle instead.

“Ah, yes. He’s my mentor.”

The Dean smiles, nodding. “One of our best. Well, besides Nayeon.” He leans forwards, flashing a smile. “Let me tell you, Y/n. It takes a lot of dedication and work to get where Naeyon is at. Why, I remember when she first joined the academy-”

“Uhm, I actually wanted to discuss something..”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Ah, I seem to have lost my head. I’m sorry, Y/n. I know you’re not here to hear me gloat about our best female instructor.” You nod, pushing down the urge to frankly;

Punch the shit out of him, and Nayeon.

He types on the computer, before turning the screen back to him. “So, what did you like to discuss?”

“Well I’d like to-”

Just then, the door cracks, a head peeking inside quietly. “Sorry to interrupt, Mister Broushe but I was wondering when the papers would be sig-”

Fuck.

FUCK.

“Y/n..?”

“Ah.. Nayeon.”

»»————-　☁️ ————-««

“Oh.. I’m sorry. I can come back later-”

“No no.” The Dean protests, motioning over his desk. “Come, sit. We were actually just talking about you.” Nayeon’s eyes set across yours, silently asking if it’s okay to sit next to you.

“Really?” She questions, taking a seat hesitantly.

The Dean nods, smiling. “Our star instructor, and student of 2016.”

Nayeon’s cheeks heat up slightly, turning her head in embarrassment. A shy smile tugs her perfectly matte lips. “Ah.. come on.. Jimin was- is such a better dancer than me.”

The Dean claps his hands, laughing. “Ah! Always so humble, Nayeon. That’s why you’re our star!”

Your hands clenched in your lap, tugging at the material of your t-shirt once more.

She got the boy.

She got the life.

She got everything.

So why doesn’t she look fucking thrilled.

You suddenly stand up, not being able to take this Nayeon praise day. Your hands go to your sides, abruptly walking away from the whole situation. Nayeon rises as well, trailing after you.

“Y/n, wait!” She’s quick to catch up, as you grudgingly turn to face her with a fake smile plastered across your cheeks.

She smiles, propping herself back up in an attempt to catch her breath. “I’m so sorry for interrupting your session.. I was just coming in to get a few papers for the stuff Jimin and I have to fill out.”

“Oh? What are they?”

Maybe a fucking restraining order.

Her lips curve upwards into a smile. “They’re for competition.” She leans forwards, lowering her voice. “I don’t know if I’m supposed to be sharing this but.. You got placed at the top.”

Your eyebrow raises. What’s the big deal with this whole roster thing anyways?

“What.. does that mean?” You faint curiosity.

She giggles, rising up to straighten out her posture. “It means that you got the most spotlight for our performances!”

Okay, now you’re confused.

“It’s not.. Making sense.”

Her eyes roll playfully, shoving your side gently. “You’ll be doing most of the choreography to represent the Academy! I’ll be teaching you one or two of my own, but Jimin’s the lead instructor for the competition.” Her eyebrows lower, tilting her head to the side. “Are you.. Not happy?”

Your head shakes. “Huh? Oh, no! I’m so so so excited!” Your lips curve, but your eyes don’t smile along. You fake a few leaps of joy, before thanking her as you two head out of the building, in front of campus.

She turns, bidding you a goodbye, as you’re left in front of the administration office, alone once again.

»»————-　☁️ ————-««

“One more time, Seulgi! And one, and two.. One and two one-”

The auditorium door slams shut on accident, making your slip in for the class not such a slip in. His eyes fall onto your figure, before turning his head back to Seulgi’s moves.

“Late again, Y/n?”

You gulp, silently settling your stuff down into the audience seats, sliding down into one of them to hide yourself. You’d never heard his tone turn so cold before. Even with regular students, he’d always had some kind of light-hearted wisps in his voice.

Towards you, it almost sounded like he had no heart left.

“Pst!-” A familiar voice slides beside you, making your head turn. Jungkook had sported some light-weight looking gray sweats, along with a loose fitting white t-shirt for flexibility. The brown, puppy-like curly locks had fallen into his vision, making him look that much more adorable.

“Hey.. Why weren’t you in class yesterday? Or.. at all last week?” You face the front, not needing another call-out from Gregory House over there.

“Sorry I uhm.. Came down with something.” You lean to the side, still facing the front to get a better hearing of Jungkook’s response. “What’d I miss?”

His voice lowers, shifting in his seat from your proximity. “Miss Nayeon came in last week, and they kept practicing the uh.. Kissing scene.”

You sit up, twisting your torso. “I thought she said that they’d cut it out..?”

He shrugs, backing away slightly from your sudden tone. “I uhm- don’t know. But Mister park came in last week, super pissed. He was chewing out everyone, on every little thing. He even made Lisa do fourty push ups for not having a high enough Grand Jete..”

Your eyes widen, locking onto Jimin’s straightened figure. His arms crossing over his chest, as he watches intently as Seulgi finishes her routine. You lean back, letting out a sigh.

Just as the music had stopped, Jimin’s- Mister Park’s voice echoed through the auditorium.

“That’s enough. Lisa, you’ve gone. Seulgi, Jungkook, Mina, Jae-young.. Who hasn’t done “la danse du cygne’?”

Just before you’re about to sink further into your seat, Seulgi stands up abruptly. “Y/n has been absent the whole week, Mister Park.”

Uh oh..

You could see a smirk hiding behind Jimin’s stone-cold look. He claps once, calling out. “Y/N Y/L/N, come up here.” You hesitantly stand, making your way across the large room as you pass by Seulgi, giving her a death glare. You set your stuff on stage in the back, before the spotlight is shining in your sight.

“Since you’re going to be doing most of our routines, and representing the Academy, you need to be practicing even more. ‘se mettre en position’.”

You’re quick to hurry to center stage, fixing your position as the music begins to play. Before you’re allowed to start moving, Jimin throws up a hand.

“Stop.”

The music dies, and the room is silent. Everyone turns in question of why he’d stopped before you even began your routine. You could hear the light-steps of his footwork making their way to where you were. As angry as he probably was, he’d still been light as a feather.

“What is this.” His finger points to your feet.

Your.. feet?

“It’s.. my feet.” He scoffs at your response, crossing his arms in annoyance.

“I understand what feet are, Miss Y/n. However, apparently you don’t.”

Your eyes roll mentally, shifting positions to a more comfortable form. “Ji-”

His eyebrow raises, eyes motioning to the crowd of students who’d also been intensely invested in the scene.

“Just.. my feet, ..sir.”

He scoffs, lowering himself to the ground to fix your foot’s position.

“Have you really been ignoring all of my teaching? The routine starts with your foot facing three o’clock. Not one, not two fifty-nine.” You whine slightly, feeling his grip tighten on your ankle, before he releases it. “Three.”

He stands, straightening his back. His eyes burned icey cold daggered into your own, as if he’d been releasing all of his frustration and anger towards you.. On you.

“If you can’t understand the simple terms of what you’re working for, then I don’t see a reason for you to even be on the roster, at all.”

A short, hushed crowd of gasps echoes the room. Your eyes glare up to meet his cold ones. Not a reaction in sight. No pain..

It was like he was numb.

“B-But I-”

He turns his torso to face the crowd, raising his voice. “You see this, students? This is what you get when you sit on your ass all day. Uneducated, slothful, and selfish.” His hand grabs your own, throwing it up in the air for all of your classmates to see. His eyes glance over, seeing the tears starting to threaten to slip from your control.

He releases your hand, watching as it swings slowly at your side.

“Come back when you’ve learned the difference.”

»»————-　☁️ ————-««

Your body wouldn’t move. You couldn’t see anything, except the bright spotlight in your eyes, and Jimin’s ice cold glare. You tried sucking in a breath, convincing your body to move just a bit to save a little face..

But nothing.

Your turn to the side, seeing no trace of the man you’d onced said the three hardest words to. Instead, anger and repulsion filled his eyes. Anger towards you.

This.. was all your fault.

An arm is quick to tug you off the stage, pulling you down from everybody’s sights. The hand leads you through the auditorium doors, and down the halls until you’re finally catching up with reality. You glance up, seeing the fluffy, puppy-like boy guiding you through a sea of people on campus.

“J-Jungkook?” He turns back, stopping in place to make sure you’re okay.

“It’s okay, Y/n.. He’s been hard on everyone recently. It’s not your fault.” His bright, bunny smile makes you feel ten times worse.

You’re the reason Lisa had to do fourty push ups. You’re the reason he’s so bitter and cold now.

It’s all because of you.

»»————-　☁️ ————-««

The knock on your front door does no good in motivating you to get up. Ever since Jimin’s outburst in class two days ago, you’d done nothing but lay on your couch and watch The Walking Dead for the fourth time. The comfort and fluffiness of your throw blankets had a tugging sensation weighing on your emotions, begging you to stay with them.

And that you did.

Up until the door started banging, and a voice could be heard over the dying sounds of characters on your screen.

“Y/n? Open up! We’ve got some serious talking to do!”

Nayeon?

You slowly rise from the couch, dragging along the spilled empty ice cream container and spoon, sticking to the fuzz of your blanket, as you slowly crack open the door.

Nayeon stood in the doorway, sporting a look that made her even more gorgeous than ever. Gold earrings minimizing the already small face she’d been blessed with. A black, lacy tea-length dress had adorned her perfectly built figure. A small clutch purse in her grasp, as she catches your eyes.

“Can I come in?”

She takes a few steps inside your apartment, not even having the energy to explain why it’s such a mess. She steps over the piles of dirty laundry you’d gone through in just a few days' length, along with the three tubs of napoleon ice cream to go alongside it all.

“Uh.. wow. You’ve been uh.. Busy?” She takes a seat on the couch’s arm, crossing her legs in a feminine way. Your eyes mentally roll at the sight. She looked as if she’d been a mother fucking princess.

Jimin had been her prince.

And you? The ugly toad who never got kissed.

“Yeah. Yeah, busy.. Sure.” You plop down onto the couch, grabbing the remote to pause your binge show. She turns to the side, scooting down to sit next to you.

“Y/n.. I am so sorry for the way that Ji- Mister Park acted. He should have never done anything like that to you.. You’re.. You’re just a kid!” Her eyes pleaded and apologized, while yours sent her daggers.

She chuckles lightly, backing herself up in words. “Ah.. let me rephrase that..”

She takes your hands in hers, holding your eyes for a more realistic appease. “Y/n.. You’re so wonderfully talented and one of the best dancers I’ve ever seen! Well.. besides Jimin..”

You nod, trying to push down the urge to choke the bitch out. You decide to let her speak. Feed your starving ego that Jimin had so kindly destroyed for you.

She continues. “I just.. Well, he had a fall out with his girlfriend about a week ago.. So you must understand where he’s coming from..”

Oh.. if you only knew.

“Yeah.. I get it.”

He sucks in a breath. “Still, he had no right in letting his personal affairs affect his abilities in mentoring. So.. I’ll be taking over his classes for the next two weeks, until he’s calmed himself down.”

Oh, hell FUCKING NO.

“Ah, well I don’t really think that’s a good idea- I mean you already have your class and-”

She stands up. “Nonsense! I’ll just combine the two classes, and we can all learn the routines. It’ll help if anyone forgets some steps. It’s perfect!”

You stand up, finally letting it all go. “No, Miss Nayeon, It’s not! Combining all of the students would only cause stress among yourself! Not to mention how dance is Jimin’s only source of stress release! It’s his whole life! And for you to just come in and take it.. How.. HOW SELFISH YOU!”

Your breath staggers. Heart racing the fastest it’s ever beat in these few days. Nayeon just stands there, shocked. His lips fall to try and find an answer, but she has no words to combat it. She reaches down to pull her clutch from the sofa, and steps away lightly.

“It.. seems like I’ve come at a bad time. Uhm- I hope you feel better, Y/n..” She quickly makes her way out the door, before the halls echo back calmly.

“Have a good night.”

»»————-　☁️ ————-««

However, your obvious outburst with your new instructor had done nothing but put a brick wall between the two of you. A sort of tension that would only happen if one felt absolutely terrified of the other. Nayeon only spoke to you to say hello or goodbye. All of the mistakes you’d made in your routines, she’d only waved it off and started the music again.

Once she claps three times, class has been dismissed. As you're packing up the rest of your things to shove into your gym bag, you could overhear the voices of Seulgi and her little kiss-face minions gossiping in the corner.

“So what do you think?”

“I don’t know.. I mean maybe he got fired..”

“Nayeon told us that he was just on vacation though..”

“Ugh, wake up and smell the drama, Mina! He obviously got fired.”

“No way.. But- Mister Park was the nicest teacher we’ve ever had!”

“Not to mention the hottest.”

“Yeah, I just think he was having a rough week.”

“Or maybe he fucked a student..”

The plastic water bottle slipped from your hand, spilling all over the wooden sleek floors. You curse under your breath, quick to use the dry of your t-shirt as an absorbing pad, as you try and tune your ears back into the gossip section of class.

“No way! No way! Mister Park isn’t a pedo!”

“Well it’s either that or-”

Suddenly the microphone echoes across the speakers, drowning out the rest of Seulgi’s sentence.

“Alright class, thank you for coming today and, girls-” Nayeon turns her head to face the group of women huddled in the corner, acting as if they’d been sharing drugs instead of drama.

“Let’s keep the gossip for the tabloids, okay? Great work everyone!”

»»————-　☁️ ————-««

Two days before the competition, everyone had been a mess. Nayeon was quick in helping you learn the rest of your last routine before D-Day.

Although, your apartment didn't have the most spacious room for your practice.

After about the fifth toe-stub of the night, you’d decided to sneak into the campus’s studio for some extra work to be done.

Hand scaling the wall for a touch of a light switch which you knew was there, a sudden noise echoes through the large room. There stood a man entering from the front of the building, opposite to where you’d entered. A set of keys jiggle in his grip, as you bow slightly, quick to move out of the way.

“I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t know that it was-”

“Y/n?”

Great.

Here we go again.

»»————-　☁️ ————-««

The light’s empty beam gave no aid to the situation. Only, he hadn’t been able to see the hurt plain as day on your face, so you guess that’s a plus.

He takes a step forwards, dropping his duffle bag next to the dance pads tucked away in the corner. Walking over to the stereo, he plugs in his phone, setting the small device down as a low melody starts to play.

“I- I’m sorry I’ll just-”

“Wait–” His voice stops your hurried feet, halting you at the exit. His familiar, light footsteps could be heard, even over the echoes and booms of the studio. It wasn’t until you could feel his presence about a foot away, when you felt the sting of tears threatening to present themselves so proudly.

His voice is low and meek, not one you’d expect him to display after all that you two had been through. What you put him through.

“I.. uh- I wanted to apologize. Even though we’re not.. Uhm.. together anymore, doesn’t mean that I should let my personal affairs affect the way of my teachings.”

A somber chuckle exits your lips before you’re able to stop it. “You sound just like her..”

His eyebrow raises, head tilting to the side. Feet inches a little closer. “Sounds like who?”

You finally have the courage to spin around, now having your turn for a hot moment. “Nayeon. Your girlfriend.”

His eyes widened, head shaking immediately. “W-What? N-No i’m not- Y/n I didn’t- Nayeon and I we’re just-”

“You don’t have to explain your relationship status to me, Mister Park.”

Fuck.

That hurt.

Turning back on your heel, you make your way towards the exit. Before you could leave, a hand harshly grips onto your wrist, pulling you backwards further into the studio. Not having one second to oppose, he’s holding you right in front of him, keeping you in place.

“Y/n, I don’t know how many times I have to say this. The kiss Nayeon and I did for the performance was unscripted! I told her to cut it out of the play, but she didn’t listen! It was just a kiss, in which I didn’t return.”

You could feel the tears streaming down your reddened cheeks. Fuck. You didn’t want to cry in front of your ex like this. You’re not some weak, stupid girl who doesn’t know how to control her emotions.

“But you did! You did kiss her back! And it’s because you still LOVE HER!”

His voice over powers yours one last time, having even the music halt itself in his presence. “I was ACTING. I DON’T LOVE, NAYEON, I LOVE YOU, Y/N!”

You stop struggling in his arms, and let out one sentence that shatters his heart into a million pieces.

“And how d-do I know.. That you weren't acting.. with me..?”

»»————-　☁️ ————-««

D-Day. Competition. The one.

Whatever it’s called, it’s finally come. The day where everyone gets ready in their little tutus and tiaras, pretending to have emotions they don’t feel. Pretending to be someone they’re not.

It’s all just pretend.

“We’ve got Seulgi, Mina, Chris, Jungkook, Yum-ni, Y/n, and Lisa.” The stage instructor tells everyone where and when they’ll go on to perform after each team and individual performance. Your eyes linger on the black curtain concealing over five-thousand people behind it. All who are waiting patiently, who paid a good sum of money to see beautiful swans and princes dance.

With all of the makeup, hairspray, and fancy garments on, you’d felt like a princess.

In reality, you felt like a piece of shit.

The night before, you’d left Jimin standing in the studio, with his own thoughts, Regrets, and maybe a few mumbled sorries your way. With anything you left him with, you’d been gone with the wind. By the time you’d gotten back home to your apartment, you crashed. The sofa is doing too well of a job pulling you into a much needed slumber.

The next day.. Well, today, you’d gotten up even earlier to start preparing. Practicing your footwork on the way to the academy, slowly and carefully going over each step in the five of your routines you’d been assigned. You glance down at your pointed toes, letting out a big breath of air at the memory of Jimin’s harsh words.

Selfish.. Lazy.. stupid.

You shake away the hindrances, stepping out onto the sidewalk. Even with as many steps and dance moves you performed while on your way to morning practice, you still couldn’t shake off the feeling you had in your gut. His words toying with your emotions.. Not to mention your own intrusive thoughts aiding in the tug back of the own confidence you barely had.

»»————-　☁️ ————-««

“Alright, Seulgi, it's your time. Center stage, and you’ll be performing-”

“Papillons, I know I know.” Her voice visibly annoyed the man.

“No. They mixed up the schedule. You’ll be performing ‘Stars In The Eyes’.” Speaking of eyes, hers roll up and to the side, groaning in frustration. “Ugh, why’d they cut mine short??”

“I’ll explain later. Go!”

The dancers backstage were allowed to admire the performer’s dances through the flat screen complimented in each dressing room. Your leg props up against the counter, bending over to slide on your white tights up.

Glancing up towards the clocking ticking on the wall, with each passing second you could feel your nervous crawling up the back of your throat. Or… maybe that was just the absence of morning’s breakfast.

Quickly walking over, you tap the instructor’s shoulder. He turns, fixing the headset crew members were required to wear. “Yeah, yeah what is it?”

“Uhm.. How many minutes do I have?”

He looks down, flipping a page over quickly before showing your name on the list.

“You’ve got thirty minutes.” You nod. “Thanks.” You make haste in tugging your gym bag over your shoulder before making your way through the emergency exit doors. Since competition had been in your hometown, you had no reason in the academy booking any hotels or airbnbs for the dancers to stay in. On the plus as well, you had also known the auditorium like the back of your hand. Knowing all of the ins and out-

Thump.

“Shit!” You catch yourself on the asphalt, your plastic water bottle spilling for the second time this week. Stringing mumbled curses under your breath, you pick up your things quickly, heading back on your path to the break you’d been wanting.

Opening the door quietly to a pitch-black room, you set your stuff down in the corner, opening your music app to start rehearsing once again. One foot in front of the other, as you glide across the flat carpet of the meeting room, having no care in the world of where you were, or how silly you looked.

It had just been you, your frustration, Jimin, and the music.

Wait- Jimin?

Your eyes peek open, stopping the routine midway to see who’d been standing in the doorway. A shy smile curls his lips, as he sets down his matching gym bag next to yours.

“Your foot..” He starts, pulling up a chair to settle down in front of you. “Three, remember?”

You scoff, facing your torso a different way. Having no extra energy in dealing with his shit again.

“Crystal.” You retort, crossing your arms over your chest, stopping your little practice session. His head tilts to the side, eyebrow quirking in question. “Why’d you stop?”

“Oh, well I don’t really like the idea of my ex watching me dance. Privately.” You watch as a little sign of a smirk crosses his expression, as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out his wallet.

“I mean, if you want money I can-”

“Jimin!”

He chuckles, slipping the leather case back into place. “I thought it was ‘Mister Park’ to you?”

“It’s ‘get out of my face so I can practice’.”

He leans his head back from your tone, sucking in a breath. “Ouch..”

“Ouch!? That wasn’t even CLOSE to what YOU said TO ME.”

He rises from the chair, closing the space between the two of you. “I know, Y/n.. and I was out of line with that.. it ‘s just- you hurt me, because you were acting like you couldn’t trust me!”

You scoff, turning away from his view. “Yeah? Go cry about it to your girlfriend.”

His voice raises. “See!? That’s exactly what I’m talking about! You just won’t let it go, will you?!”

Spinning back around, you had a new goal set. “Let go of the fact that my boyfriend was still in love with his ex!? Yeah, kind of a hard fact to just let go of, Jimin.”

“For the last fucking time, Y/n! I’m in love with YOU!”

“Y..You’re.. What?” The new voice echoes through the silenced, blackened room. The two of you turn towards the doorway, seeing the new unannounced guest in the midst of your argument.

“N..Nayeon..” Your voice drowns. You could see the pain clearly written across her face, but she hides it with a fake, professional tone in her voice.

“Uhm- Miss Y/n, it’s your time..”

»»————-　☁️ ————-««

This had to be one of the most awkward conversations you’ve ever had to have. Even worse than the one time your mom tried to explain how babies were made.

Far.. far worse.

Nayeon’s manicured nails tap lightly against the glass table, as she glances over between you and Jimin. Both sitting opposites of one another, a few feet away for good measure. It wasn’t until she had to break the silence, that you talk.

“So, .. what’s the story here?”

Your arms cross, twisting your body to face anywhere but him. He does the same. You end up facing the same direction.

Curse him.

“No story.”

“Nope.”

“Ah, well I don’t think that two people who just screamed that they loved one another, have no story, wouldn’t you agree?”

Your eyes trail along Nayeon’s postured figure. Even down to her toes, she was all feminine and beautiful. She was the epitome of beauty. The curls in her naturally blackened locks frame her features perfectly. The rounds of her silver glasses sat effortlessly on the bridge of her nose, making her look that much more Goddess-like.

As in the words of Olivia Rodrigo; Jealousy, Jealousy.

She turns to face Jimin, flashing a quick, nurturing smile. The love she still blatantly had for him in her eyes, made your teeth grind with anger. Your fist clench together at the sight, watching as she places her palm onto the back of his hand.

“Jimin-ah? Tell me what happened.”

His eyes meet hers, as your own send daggers towards the both of them. Your heart ached silently at the sight. The gaze they both held, looked as if they’d been crafted for only each other.

They looked like the perfect couple.

You couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Well, this has been a blast, Nayeon. But I’ve got to go home now.” Rising abruptly with your hand slamming onto the table, you catch both of their attention. For the last time.

“Y/n, sweetie wait-”

You turn around, being completely done with her ‘Miss Nicey pants’ act.

“No, you know what? I’m done listening to you, and you!” Your finger points towards Jimin. “Because you two obviously seem like the most perfect fucking couple to exist, and so just have at it! He’s all fucking, yours, Nayeon.”

Now it’s Jimin’s turn to protest in anger. He’s quick to meet your stance, challenging you. “No, YOU know what, Y/n?? I’m so fucking sick of you thinking that you know what’s best for OTHER people! Acting like you have the final say in who I want to love! In the end, you know NOTHING. So stop acting all high and mighty, because pride, my dear, doesn’t suit you.”

Nayeon’s eyes were blown as wide as a cartoon character. Her head whips back and forth between the two of you, until she doubles over in laughter.

Her strange behavior catches both of yours and Jimin’s attention, glancing over to where she’d been dying uncontrollably. “What’s so funny?”

“Y-You two! Ah- it-it’s like you’re! Ahaha- You’re a couple!”

Jimin’s eyes widened. “We.. were..”

Nayeon straightens her posture, finishing a few little bubbles of laughter before composing herself. “Ah, you guys are something else!”

“Okay, what the actual hell is going on here.” You butt in, wondering why she wasn’t angry that you basically stole her man.

“Y-Y/n, the only reason I wanted to ask Jimin back out on a date a while back, was to finally get the closure we needed. It wasn’t really even a date, really.”

Your head turns to the side, glancing at Jimin, who’s had his arms crossed and a ‘told you so’ look on his face for the past few minutes.

“But you said you wanted something to spark back up.. You wanted to try and get back together..”

She chuckles, shaking her head. “At first.. I mean, who can resist him, honestly? He’s an amazing dancer, teacher, and an awesome friend. Who wouldn’t fall for him?”

“Yeah, my point exactly.” You retort, not sure on where his unplanned ego boost is going.

“But,” She continued. “I realized that.. I wasn’t ready to settle back down quite yet. I mean, I guess I’m just not that type of woman.. and- when I found out how awful Jimin had been treating you in class-” She sends him a death glare quickly. His eyes roll, landing back onto you.

“I knew that something had been going on. And.. while the Academy might not condone it.. For reputation ideals.. I don’t really see a problem with you two being together. I mean, you’re both consenting adults and all that.” Jimin nods, concluding her speech.

“Apparently someone else had to drill it in far enough to get past her ego.” Jimin chuckles, making you nudge his side, a little more than just a playful gesture.

Nayeon chuckles, pointing towards the two of you. “See? I swear, now that I know the truth, you guys totally look like an old couple!”

You pull away from Jimin, shaking your head. “Okay, if you’re saying you don’t want him, then what about the kiss?”

“I told you. At first.. Yes, I did want him back. So I asked him out.”

Jimin chimes in. “And I declined, Y/n.”

“Very proudly, in fact. Well I mean..” Her eyes meet Jimin’s as he sends her a ‘don’t do it’ look.

Yep, she does it.

“He showed me pictures of you.”

Your torso twists, eyes blowing wide at the information dump. “Are you crazy!? What if the Dean found out!? The other students!? How could you be so irresponsib-”

“Y/n, Y/n! Calm down, please! I didn’t tell anyone, and I would never do that to you or Jimin! When I saw how happy you two looked in the picture.. It just- well it reminded me of how he used to look at me. And, it was never as much as that.. To him, he was probably just going to be a friend.”

“Always will.” Jimin notes, commenting to make that sentence 100% stone.

“And nothing more, Y/n. I promise. So, I really do apologize for the kiss.. Even if we had dated previously, it was out of line for me. I’m sorry too, Jimin. I’m sorry for all of the trouble it has caused in your relationship.” Your lips part, letting out a gentle sigh.

“But you two.. You looked so happy together. Even now, you looked like the perfect couple..” Your eyebrows knit together, a somber look brushing your features. Jimin’s eyes roll back, bringing you closer to his side.

Nayeon lets out a chuckle, leaning against the street light post. “Are you kidding me? Do you know how many fights we had in just a three week period?”

Jimin nods, laughing along. “Like a million.”

Nayeon, strides closer, placing her perfectly manicured nails on your shoulder. “We were never meant to work out, Y/n. He never looked at me the way I saw him look at you..” Your head lifts, tilting up to catch Jimin’s soft gaze.

“Never?”

She shakes her head. “Didn’t, won’t, and will never.”

»»————-　☁️ ————-««

After you had to bid Nayeon a farewell, you had ended up sitting on the curb, outside of the auditorium after everyone had already emptied the seats. No car had been in sight. No noise was to be heard, other than the slight hum of mother nature and your heartbeat.

Jimin’s lips fall a short sigh, sliding closer to your side in hopes of catching your attention, instead of you being super-focused on a very interesting rock that had just been laying out in the grass patch.

News alert; it wasn’t interesting at all.

“You’re a real dummy, you know that?” His comment makes your head whip to the side, catching his eyes. “Yeah? Well, you need to make yourself more clear next time.” He chuckles, raising his voice in a playful manner.

“I tried! You were just too upset to stay and listen.”

You scoff. “Yeah, it’s really hard to stay and listen to the person who embarrassed the absolutely FUCK out of, infront of all the students!”

He sicks down in his spot, shamefully hanging his head low from embarrassment.

“I..was such a dick for that, Y/n..”

“Huge.”

“The biggest.. Bigger than my own, ..and that’s hard to come by.” His comment earns himself a slight chuckle from your soft lips. He loved that sound.

“J-just because I laughed doesn’t mean you’re in the clear yet.”

He rises up, acting as if he was a kid on Christmas. “Yet? That means I still have a chance?”

You sigh, shrugging. “ Hmm.. depends on how well you make it up to me.”

In the split of a second, he’s hoisting you over his shoulder, lightly giving a small slap to your ass in the process.

“I’ve got a few ideas~” You let out a soft chuckle, gently hitting his ass every time he takes a step fainting protests and quiet screams, with no meaning behind them.

“Oh nooo.. Save meee, somebody”

His eyes roll, before he’s setting you down into the comfort of his Porsche.

Yes, he owns a Porsche.

“I swear, Jimin. People are going to think you’re rich or something.”

His lips come to press against your temple, smiling onto your forehead. “Rich in love, my dear.”

“How cheesy.” »»————-　☁️ ————-««

Only took me a day to write and guys… 0__0 I wanna make one where they have babies and stuff but like I’m trying to restrain myself and it’s harddddd

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jjungkookislife · 3 months

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For the title prompt: "Beg"

Beg

pairing: jimin x f. reader

warnings: implied smut, begging

Jimin's gaze sends tingles down your spine as he eyes you up and down from across the room.

You try your best to pay attention to the person speaking to you. However, you're very aware of Jimin eating you up with his eyes. You politely excuse yourself at your earliest convenience.

You make your way through the party guests, eyes set on Jimin as you push past a few people. Some try to engage you in conversation but you ignore them.

Jimin's dark gaze sets you alight as you reach him. Your black dress accentuates your body perfectly, and the necklace he got you rests beautifully on your chest.

Not a word is spoken as he takes your hand, leading you out of the ballroom.

Jimin is quick to find an empty room. He locks the door before he presses you against it.

"I've wanted this all night," he admits as he kisses your shoulder. His name escapes you as gently kisses his way up to your neck.

You know better than to fall for his antics. He'll only give you so much before he has you beg for more. The thrill sends arousal to your core as you breathe in his heavenly scent. His teeth gently nip at your earlobe as his hands grip your hips, your dress bunched at your waist.

"Beg for it," he breathes. "Beg me for more, baby."

"Jimin!" you gasp as his teeth nip the column of your throat. You grip his shoulders, tilting your head to allow him more room. Jimin chuckles as he slowly pulls away.

"Beg me, baby," Jimin demands with a smirk, knowing you'll crumble for him in the way he adores.

"Please, Jimin," you beg as you get on your knees for him, thighs pressed together as he looks down at you. His hand cups your face as his thumb caresses your cheek.

"Good girl."

#fic title game #jjungkookislife fic title game #jimin x reader insert #jimin drabble

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violetsiren90 · 11 months

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Thunder and Pineapple Rum (Mini Teaser)

Pairing: pan!he/him!Yoongi x bi!she/her!Reader x aro!he/they!Jimin x bi!she/her!Hwasa

Genre: Swinger AU; drabble; porn with (enough of a) plot (I guess?); established relationship; soft swap hook-up; sensual smut; itsy bitsy angst (if you're checking with your opera glasses); GROWN summer vibes.

Summary: While visiting his alma mater for a class reunion, you and Yoongi stop by an intriguingly atmospheric bar for drinks with his erstwhile underclassman, Jimin. After Jimin and the beautiful bartender make a surprising revelation, you and Yoongi decide to help them close down for the night...and explore some uncharted territories.

Warnings: 18+ (minors, dni); warnings here are for the teaser, detailed warnings will be released with the full drabble; voyeurism; swinging; established couple with male and female identifying unicorns; massage; implied kissing; partial disrobing; mentions of alcohol and consuming alcohol

Author's Note: Happy Pride Month!!! 🏳‍🌈 Hopefully the rest of this will drop before the end of June. That's the plan, anyway. In case no one has told you today, you're loved and worthy of love. I hope you have the absolute BEST day.🧜💜

Teaser under the cut!

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"Why don't you let us enjoy her for a moment, Yoongi," Hwasa purrs in soft command as her hand on his shoulder gently pushes him down into Jimin's abandoned chair. Yoongi gives a strained hum of assent and swallows, his thoat bobbing as he stares at you, perched on the bar, and Jimin, who has slipped behind you, caressing and massaging your back. Hwasa pulls off your heels and places them on on the floor, then pushes herself between your legs, looking up at you with those delicious, dark, poison apple eyes. You want to lean down and taste her again, but she has other plans. She glides her hands over your thighs, long nails tracing tingly patterns over the black denim, and you shiver. Another peal of thunder rumbles, vibrating the thick, warm air.

"She smells good," Jimin remarks indulgently as you feel his profile ghost over your back through your gauzy blouse. Hwasa smiles.

"We want to take another shot, but we're aaaall out of glasses," she whispers as she presses herself against you, bringing her soft, ample chest to push into your abdomen. "Wanna help us out, gorgeous?" You feel your slick gush a little at the pet name, and at the prospect of what was to come. You nod. Hwasa shakes her head and taps your parted lips. "Words, gorgeous."

"Yes," you whisper shakily, earning a naughty chuckle from Jimin. As they help you turn to lay your body across the bar, you glance over at Yoongi, who hasn't moved an inch - pupils blown out, and hands twitching on his thighs as his stare tracks Hwasa's hands pushing your blouse up and under your breasts, tucking some of the fabric into the underwire of your bra. Her pretty hand traces lazily over your bare stomach as she prompts Jimin with one word.

"Rum."

-End teaser-

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telkshjt · 2 years

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Mr. Kim (1/5) || ksj x reader

Summary: You despise your boss even though everyone at work thinks you’re secretly dating. Surprisingly you find the courage to confront him on how bad he is at his job, but his response surprises you even more.

Genre: Office Romance, Ceo!Jin x Employee!Reader, (7 year age gap), 18+, Fluff, Angst

Chapter Warnings: swearing, conversations about sex (not really)

Word Count: 3816

act i. || act ii. || act iii. || act iv. || act v.

It was a sunny afternoon, and you were stuck at your desk filling out a report for your boss. Kim Seokjin, the most annoying CEO you have ever met. There were a lot of things you disliked about Mr. Kim like his attitude, or how you’d always run into him while trying to photocopy something, or how he was rumoured to be a player but somehow got the title World Wide Gentleman. Although you disliked Mr. Kim, you would only admit to yourself and your best friend, Jungkook, that you did find him attractive. You have been complaining to Jungkook more often about him.

“I swear I will confront him about how shitty he is,” you looked over to your best friend was just doodling.

“I don’t know ____, you literally say this every week.” Jungkook shrugged his shoulders not believing you. “Also, not much anyone can do like no one can question his authority, Mr. Kim is the son of Chairman Kim.” Your best friend continued doodling on one of his sticky notes.

“That what’s bullshit! Is he even qualified to be a CEO?” You protested while keeping an eye out for Mr. Kim.

“I don’t know, ask Chairman Kim.” Jungkook just chuckles. “Remember that time you tried to criticize him and you ended up complimenting him,” Jungkook throws his head back while laughing.

“That was one time, and do you know how hard it is not to fold while that man is talking to you?” You put your head down in defeat while your best friend laughs at you.

You remembered when you stormed in to Mr. Kim’s office, and he sat there doing his work. You were done with him, he would often tease you in front of your coworkers so they would continue when Mr. Kim left, constantly sets large and emotionally draining projects with short deadlines, and has never given you a promotion for all your on-time work. Sure, you may not have the place to say you deserve a promotion but you have been loyal to your work and the company despite it being shit sometimes.

“Oh! Hello Ms. ____, how can I help you?” Mr. Kim gave you that world wide smile that could make anyone’s heart melt. You were folding by the second and realized you couldn’t confront him, you mentally sighed and gave up.

“Hello Mr. Kim, I– uh – just was going to say thanks! For being a great boss… I– uh yeah, that’s all I had to say. Have a good night!” You barely managed out of nervousness. He chuckles at you.

“Thanks Ms. ____, have a good night as well.” Mr. Kim smiled and continued typing away, allowing you to leave his office quickly.

When you returned to your desk, Jungkook looked at you waiting for the details on how it went. “So, were you able to tell him?” He questioned.

“Yeah, I did… Totally.” You said moving your eyes on to your screen beginning to type whatever report you had to do.

Jungkook’s face drops, “You didn’t get to tell him huh?”

“Okay hear me out, I totally would have if I didn’t find him attractive.” You sighed into your desk while your best friend chuckled at you.

Your mind goes back to present time when your best friend speaks up, “Hey can you make two photo copies of these? I just need to finish this.” He asks while slaving away on his computer, and you just nod.

You went into the photocopy room, and you’re not surprised when Mr. Kim joins you. ‘Oh boy, here we go,'' you thought. He greets you with a smile.

“Hello! Ms. Lee—” He asks but notices your face drops into a frown. How could he get your name wrong, he literally went to your desk earlier. “Oh no, it was Ms. _____. I apologize.” He corrected himself and you nodded. “So how was your weekend?” He asked. You were confused, was this just small talk or did he genuinely want to know?

“It was fine, I just ran some errands, and finished that project for the new update,” you stated as you tried to focus on photocopying quickly. You noticed the silence, he was waiting for you to ask him about his as well. “How about you, Mr. Kim?” you asked.

Mr. Kim then rested his arm on one of the counters and leaned a bit to the side, “Ah you know, I did some golfing with the board directors. It turns out Mr. Choi is a professional tennis coach, he taught me a few things at my family’s estate.” He went on, “Yeah, I think I could be a professional tennis player if I wanted to.” He gloated which made you roll your eyes. It was one of the reasons why you can’t stand Mr. Kim, he was very entitled because that’s all he knows. He doesn’t know what it’s like to actually work hard for your money, that all glitters is not gold.

“Wow, that's nice. Well I’m almost finished here, and it’s all yours.” You said when retrieving the second last paper. ‘Uh oh, it’s jammed’. Of course to your luck, the photocopier gets jammed while you’re in here with Mr. Kim. You bent down to try and fix the jam while you felt a pair of eyes burn into you.

“Ms. ______, why do you seem to avoid me when we run into each other?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

You shrugged, “I’m just trying to get my work done sir. So, if you need something you can always just ask.” You said while taking out the pulled paper. Mr. Kim just nodded, not pressing any further. You managed to finish photocopying the rest of Jungkook’s papers. You bowed before opening the door and leaving Mr. Kim.

When you return to your desk, your best friend looks at you with a grin on his face as if he realized something. “Are you and Mr. Kim together? Is that why you can’t criticize him?” He asked.

“What?! No! What makes you think that?” You asked in disbelief.

“I mean you guys really balance each other out, he seems like the more laid back type while you’re the up your ass type.” He stated while you rolled your eyes, “Plus it cannot be a coincidence that everytime you enter the photocopy room, he follows shortly. Are you guys doing the nasty? If so, I’ll do my own photocopying.” He laughs as he takes the papers out of your hands.

“Oh my god, no! Does it seem like that? I hope no one else thinks that way.” You panicked.

“I mean I was questioned by some of the other staff if you were together. Now their reasoning was because you stay late when he’s here late.” He shrugs. Your eyes widen at the fact the other staff might think you’re dating Mr. Kim. “–I mean no one is opposed to it but people are wondering.” Your best friend reminds you.

You shake your head, “I can’t believe people would think I could be with that stuck up man!” You were still in disbelief. “You know what? This time I will confront him to prove that I could never date him!” You declared while Jungkook laughed at your bluff.

You walked over to Mr. Kim’s office and knocked. “Who is it?” You could hear him ask.

“It’s _____.” You declared and opened the door when he said it was okay.

“May I talk to you?” You asked. After he motioned for you to sit down which you did.

“Yes, and I do have a few things to discuss with you too but please continue.” He said which made your heart beat pick up, what could he possibly talk to you about?

“Well… You see Mr. Kim, I believe it is unfair that you set such large projects with little notice and short deadlines. I don’t think you understand that many of us can’t even have our own weekend to ourselves because of the impossible deadlines!” You discussed with him.

“I apologize Ms. _____, I’ll try to let you and the other staff prepare quicker for those short deadlines. I didn’t know it would go into your weekend time. I will remind myself to compensate you for that.” He stated, “—however, I do believe in your best interest that it’d be best to tone down the joking around Mr. Jeon.” Mr. Kim suggests and you just nod.

“There are some other matters I’d like to discuss with you,” Mr. Kim started and you kept your eyes on him. “There will be a business trip to Japan just to keep in good light with some of our investors.” He explained.

“So?” You questioned where you were in this conversation.

“I’d like you to accompany me to Japan, you are one of our hardest workers and I know you’ll adapt quite easily. We will go there a few days before and you can relax and get paid. It’ll compensate for the hours you put in during your time off.” He offered, “so, what do you say?” He asked.

A trip with you and Mr. Kim? You will fold by the second but his annoyance may balance that out. “Alright, I will accompany you,” you agreed.

“Perfect! I will pick you up Saturday evening to go to the airport.” He said writing it down in his agenda. You two exchanged contacts and you were out of there. What were you getting yourself into?

———

Saturday morning comes around, and you hear a knock at the door. You check the peephole of the door of your small apartment. It was Mr. Kim?

“You said you weren’t coming until the evening.” You complained.

“Good morning to you too. I had to make sure you were packed properly.” He assured, you laughed at his comment. You let him in, he was holding a plastic bag.

“Speak for yourself,” you scoffed. “Also, how did you even get into the building?” You asked.

“I met Mrs. Chung, and helped her out with the groceries. She asked who I was, I said I was one of your special friends. I didn’t know you’ve been single your whole life.” He chuckles. “She also gave us some food,” he said as he showed you the bag.

“I haven’t been single my whole life, I went on a few dates here and there—“ you said but when receiving a look from Mr. Kim, you sighed. “Okay I’ve never been in a relationship before.” You admitted and he just laughs at you.

“So you live up to your title,” he said, looking at him confused.

“I have a title?” You were beyond confused.

“Yeah the Pure Virgin,” Mr. Kim tells you and your eyes widen. You made a mental note to ask Jungkook when you return to work. So people thought the Pure Virgin and the World Wide Gentleman were getting it on, this trip will definitely not help with those rumours. “Mr. Jeon didn’t say anything to you?” He asked and you shook your head as a response.

“How the hell did you hear about those rumours?” You asked confused, were you that oblivious to the talk about you going around? First the dating rumours and now the nickname? And you thought you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.

“Ah you know, walking around you hear people talk.” Mr. Kim shrugs, and you just sigh.

“Well since Mrs. Chung made food, make yourself comfortable. Mr. Kim, you can eat, I’ll continue packing.” You said getting the small dining table you had ready.

“Wait– You're not eating with me?” He asks, and you shake your head. “Food always tastes better when you’re eating with someone.” He states, pouting while looking at you.

You sigh and give in, “Fine.” You said as you grabbed another plate and utensils for yourself.

“Oh by the way, ____” Mr. Kim called you by your first name, “Please do call me ‘Jin’ during this trip. No need for formalities, right?” He chuckles as you nod your head. You two began eating, “Has Mrs. Chung always made you food?” Jin asked suddenly.

You finished swallowing before answering, “Most of the time yeah, I guess we both rely on each other.” You began explaining how Mrs. Chung has taken care of you ever since you moved in across from her. “Her daughter just got carried away with her new family, and they live in the US. So, Mrs. Chung is just here. She treats me like her own daughter, which is nice when I get home sick.” You told Jin as he has a mouthful of food in his mouth. “It’s nice, if I need a mother figure I know I can go to her. If she misses her daughter, she’ll come see and cook for me. It’s like a mutual agreement.” You laugh.

“Ah that’s sweet. That reminds me of my maid, my parents were often busy with the company. So, they wouldn’t get much time with me or let alone cook a meal for me and my brother.” Jin said, reminiscing in his memory. “Why do you live away from your parents?” He asked.

“Ah, it just made sense for me to live closer to work. Our family home is out of the country, so the commute would be difficult. I thought it would just be better this way.” You shrugged.

“That’s so–” Jin began tearing, “sad.” He continued.

“You’re so dramatic, it’s fine. It’s not like I don’t see them, I just don’t get to see them often.” You comforted whatever he was upset about.

He wiped his tears, “You’re right but to be honest out of all places, this one?” He questioned.

“Weren’t you just crying now? Why are you judging my place?” You asked, squinting your eyes at him. “Plus, it’s not like I could afford the super nice places around work. This apartment is simple, and that’s good enough for me.” You said.

“I’m assuming a simple apartment for a simple girl?” He asked, and you nod. Wait, you were just ‘simple’? You shook off the thought, “You don’t think it’s too small?” He spoke up again, and you shook your head.

“I think it’s too small for someone like you, I’m the only one living here so it’s good enough.” You laughed.

“I will admit, it is quite small compared to my apartment but I’m just amazed at how many rooms you have less than me.” He looked around. “Like you only have one bathroom!” He said, amazed.

“You’re annoying, not everyone grew up with everything paid for.” You shook your head, “Also, if you’re just going to insult my place, you can just come back later.” You try shooing Jin away, and he wouldn’t budge.

“I’m not trying to insult it, I guess I am just not used to the commoner way of living.” He shrugged while you rolled your eyes.

For the rest of the morning, you continued packing while Jin scrolled through his phone. When you finished packing, he got up and carried your luggages to his car.

You two made your way to the airport. During the car ride, the smell of a new car and of Jin’s leather seats hits your nose, cold air blasts through the vents hitting your cheeks, and the radio was at a comfortable volume. You looked over to Jin who was driving with one hand on the wheel, and he glanced over to you.

“Admiring my beauty in all its glory?” He smirks.

“You wish.” You replied.

As you get closer to the airport, Jin reaches over to you to open the glove compartment. He grabs his passport, and pulls into a parking space.

“You know you could’ve asked me to do that?” You said.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He replied and you two got out of the car.

–––––

On the plane ride, you sat right beside Jin in first class. “So since the meetings don’t start in a few days, what’s the schedule?” You asked him.

“Well there is some sightseeing to do, you do not have to come but I’m trying to get some inspiration for the next update. You can just relax or do sightseeing on your own, if you please.” He said giving you a choice. “–But can you speak Japanese?” He asked, and shook your head ‘no’. “–Then I guess, you’re stuck with me.” He gives you a grin, and your heart starts beating a bit faster. Why are you excited for some one on one time with Jin?

When the both of you arrive at the hotel, Jin approaches the front desk.

“Hello, I have a reservation for two rooms under Kim Seokjin.” He told the desk lady, and she began searching for it on her computer.

Before she spoke up, she had an apologetic look on her face.

“Sorry Mr. Kim, the second room you booked isn’t available.” Jin sighed, “–However, you won’t be charged for the first three days and the room available will be discounted.” She said, and Jin just nodded. It was out of his control.

“So the room with the private onsen is the one available?” He asked, and the lady nodded. “Can I request another futon then?” He requested and the desk lady agreed.

The lady showed you two to your shared room. When the two of you entered, you saw the sun setting through the open sliding door that led to the private bath. The lady suddenly spoke up.

“Just to let you know, there is a festival going on. If you’d like to participate, please let the front desk know. You will be provided a yukata for both of you and it’s free of charge.” She smiled.

“Okay thank you.” You and Jin said insync, and smiled as the lady left you two alone.

Jin looked at you, “Do you want to go?” He asked. You were debating whether or not to go but how often do you get to travel and experience festivals back in Korea? So, you nodded and both of you settled your stuff down then headed to the front desk.

When you receive the yukata, the wife of the owner of the hotel offers to help you. In which, you accepted. The owner’s wife almost reminds you of Mrs. Chung with her motherly touch. She even pinned up your hair and gave you a hair pin that matched your yukata. When you returned back into Jin’s sight, he admired you for a second before Mrs. Sato, the owner’s wife, spoke up.

“You two look wonderful together! You two remind me of me and my husband when we were still young.” Mrs. Sato exclaims.

“Oh we’re–” you try to correct her but Jin steps in and puts his arm around you.

He chuckles, “Thank you Mrs. Sato, and do not worry we will return the yukata and jinbei once we are done.” He speaks for the both of you.

“No worries! You two can keep it. I made those ones specifically for your parents, Seokjin but I know they are a busy couple.” She laughs.

“Well thank you!” Jin bows and she lets you two go to the festival.

As you two leave the sight of Mrs. Sato, “What the hell was that?” You asked, removing Jin’s arm off your shoulder.

“Listen, if I didn’t say that we’d have to stay an extra 30 minutes explaining why we’re sharing a room with a private bath and going to a festival together.” He defended.

“You could’ve just said we’re colleagues?” You suggested.

“Still weird that we’re sharing a room,” He stated. “Anyway, let's enjoy the festival!” He exclaimed.

You began walking around, you never been to an actual festival. There were quite a bit of fair games, growing up you didn’t play those because your parents couldn’t afford it. Jin took notice of your wandering eye, and spoke up.

“Is there a game you wanna play?” He asked.

“Oh nonono,” you quickly answered. “Plus I shouldn’t be spending money carelessly like this.” you waved your hands.

“_____, it’s fine I can pay for it,” he said while you tried to protest. You knew Jin, he’d end up paying anyway. You wanted to try the goldfish scooping. “Ya, ______ we can’t bring a goldfish back.” Jin jokes as he pays the game worker while you try to scoop the fish. When you miserably fail, “I guess I didn’t need to worry.” He teases.

“It’s not like you can do it,” you scoff at him. So, Jin pays the worker again and attempts to scoop the goldfish. In which he scoops quite a bit, and smirks at you. “So what now?” You asked looking at the bag of goldfish he won. The two of you notice a child playing, and struggling like you. Jin bends down to their level and offers it to the child. The child’s face lights up, hugs Jin, and he is taken back but chuckles at the child.

“Wow, who knew you had a soft spot for kids,” you teased Jin.

“Of course, I’m not heartless. You have such low standards for me.” He dramatically defends himself.

“I think it’s your face,” you laugh, which receives a ‘hey!’. The two of you continue playing games, and eventually you win a small prize of a small keychain that you can attach to your phone. The keychain was a cute fortune cat that wore red.

Jin noticed your keychain and got jealous. “That’s cute, I want one.” He whined.

“Then win the game.” You teased sticking your tongue out, and Jin nodded. Jin was actually good at the game and won a larger prize but requested the matching keychain to yours. His keychain was similar but the fortune cat was wearing blue and had a red collar. The two of you stuck your keychain to your phone.

As the night went on, both of you tried the festival’s food, and played games. The both of you were exhausted.

“I think I’m stuffed.” Jin said, motioning to sit down. “Let’s just rest for now.” He suggested and you nodded.

“I think it’s just your old age catching up to you.” You joked.

“I’m only 31!” Jin defended.

“Yeah… I’m 24, you’re quite old… man.” You burst out laughing at him while he smiled. “You know I really hated your guts at work but so far, it’s quite fun being around you.” You admit to him.

“Thanks, I feel the same. I enjoy your company despite you making me feel I’m this old grey man.” He smiles at you and you return one. As you two look away, loud bangs are heard. The both of you look up and see the fireworks begin. It was nice for you two to enjoy each other’s presence while watching the fireworks.

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Bah Halla - Taehyung x Reader Part 2

Synopsis: After seven drinks and a long walk home, Taehyung still has no idea what the fuck 'hah balla' meant as you stared him up and down. Does he even want to at this point?

Genre: Romance, light-hearted comedy, implied crushes, alcohol consumption, military enlistment

Length: Approx. 2.7k words

Bah Halla - Part 2

(I wasn't going to do a sequel chapter but I had too much fun with I)

“Another round!” Cheers filled the rooftop balcony as Jungkook held up his glass. You watched him lean forward, filling Taehyung’s cup. Taehyung immediately pulled it back when he feared it would overflow.

“Thanks, Jungkook.” Taehyung said, waving his friend off. Jungkook sat beside Jimin, nestling beside Jimin. You watched as Taehyung downed the shot, setting on the table along with all of the other scattered soju glasses and empty bottles. Jimin motioned to the bottle as well, and Jungkook wasted no time, a stupid grin on his face as he offered to pour it for his older friend. Jimin only offered him an unimpressed look, before taking the bottle himself.

“I got it.” he assured. Jungkook nodded, before having another long sip of his drink.

“We might need to stop him.” You said to Taehyung. He snorted behind the soju glass against his lips.

“Is it bringing back painful memories?” He asked curiously. When you nudged him, Taehyung roared in laughter. “It is.”

“Shut up.” You scoffed. It had only been a few months since your last drunken stupor at your apartment, Taehyung watching as you made an absolute fool of yourself from the bar stool to your bed that night. You could only remember bits and pieces, but even those were pieces you had hoped you would forget.

“No.” Taehyung smirked, smugness behind his dark and striking eyes. “I will remember that night for my entire life.”

“I spent most of it puking my guts out.”

“But I didn’t.” he chuckled a bit. Another drink flew back into your throat in hopes to avoid talking anymore, the burning liquid tickling your throat as it went down. With a deep sigh, you looked at Jimin.

“Maybe I do want him to leave.” You said. When Jimin offered an amused grin, Taehyung finally looked offended.

“You and me both.” He said.

“Okay, ow.” Taehyung gasped. “That will haunt me the entire time I’m away.” Again, you didn’t respond beyond taking another sip of your drink. “Woooooooow.” When your eyes darted at Taehyung, you saw him go for his own sip of alcohol. His boxy smiled flashed to himself, but you caught it immediately. Butterflies – or maybe alcohol – swirled in your stomach at the sight.

18 months without Taehyung here. He was 28, just about the age of those preparing to enlist. While he could put it off a bit more, he knew it would be better to go into his military enlistment, and come back before he hit thirty. “My bones won’t be so brittle.” You remember him saying when he told you, though only he laughed at the comment.

You wondered if your desperate pleas to stay by his side affected his decision any. Military enlistment paperwork didn’t take very long, after all. When Taehyung motioned to Jimin, your eyes followed, hoping whatever conversation was about to arise would help ease your worries. Or at the very least, temporarily avoid them.

“You have to do it too, soon, Jimin.” Taehyung’s comment made Jimin let out a deep sigh.

“I know, I know.” He said. “I’m thinking of just biting the bullet and going in now, too.”

“You are?” you asked. This did not help ease your worries.

“Yeah.” He smiled sweetly at you. “Taehyung and I have always talked about enlisting together. I wish he had told me sooner, though, so I could complete my paperwork with him.” Taehyung only laughed sheepishly at the comment spoken to you, but directed at him.

“You think I’m going to leave her here alone with Kook? Until Jin-hyung comes back? Yeah, no.”

“What’s wrong with me?” Jungkook slurred. You watched him lean forward, elbows on the table. When he bumped a glass, Jimin reached forward to steady the glass. “Are you jealous, Hyung?” the youngest of the boys smirked up at the dark-haired male. The comment made your eyes widened, hand stopping midway to your mouth with a bite full of rice. Steady, your eyes darted over to Taehyung. He stared ahead at Jungkook; arms crossed. Despite his stone-cold appearance forming, you saw how pink his cheeks were. Was it the alcohol, or was he truly put off by Jungkook’s drunken comment? When the quietness of the table began to loom longer than you had hoped, eventually beginning to form into tension, you tried to think of a way to change the subject. You didn’t want the last party before Taehyung’s enlistment to be a bitter memory.

“So…” Jimin piping up made you look at him. Taehyung did as well, shoulders relaxing just a bit despite his arms still being crossed. Jimin looked directly at you, uttering your name and motioning you to Taehyung. “Look at how he’s looking at Jungkook for you.” He smirked. “His eyebrows are furrowed, he’s so stoic. He looks kinda…what was it?”

Oh no. You immediately looked at Taehyung, hoping to gauge his reaction. As always, the soulmates were in perfect sync, and Taehyung was already starting to grin.

“Hah balla?” The minute Jimin flashed a playful smile, all of the tension melted away. Your face slammed into your hands, groaning in annoyance as Taehyung roared in laughter.

“Oh, come ON!” you shouted, though it was muffled in your hands. “I cannot believe you told them that!”

“I told you I was going too!” Taehyung reminded, though it didn’t help. “I can’t wait to tell the others.”

“I heard Hoseok-Hyung has a little break coming up right after you enlist.” Jimin said. “I’ll be sure to tell him.” Taehyung nodded in solidarity of the plan, the duo clinking their glasses to seal the deal.

“No!” You gasped. “Don’t tell anyone else.” Taehyung laughed. “It was so embarrassing.” Taehyung’s snickering laughter usually made you smile, but this time, you scoffed. “You’re so mean. All three of you enlist, good riddance.”

“I’ve done nothing to hurt you.” Jungkook assured. You watched him get up from his spot at the table, and stagger over to you. Taehyung watched as he nestled down beside you, pulling you close to stroking your hair. He smiled, gentle and kind. You took a second to admire his new lip ring. You also took a second to realize how strong of alcohol breath he had at the moment.

“You reek, Jungkook.” You said behind a smile. Jungkook looked between the two men at the table, before holding you close to him.

“Hyungs, I will take care of her.” He nodded. “I will make sure she is well fed and dressed and-."

"What is she, Bam?” Taehyung smirked.

“Make sure she goes for her daily walk, too.” Jimin said. Jungkook only nodded, seemingly taking that into account too.

“We’ll take Yeontan with us.” His gentle offer finally earned another little smile from Taehyung, this one a bit more sincere towards his drunken friend. “It’ll be great.”

“Thank you.” You nodded. “Will I have to do that for Bam when you enlist?”

“I’m taking Bam with me, obviously.” The comment made the entire table fill with laughter once again. “What? I’m serious.”

“Sure.” Jimin said. You rubbed Jungkook’s shoulder, thanking him for being so kind before shuffling him back to his spot. You reached for another bottle to fill your cup. Suddenly, another hand outstretched, and you followed it up to the elbow, then the shoulder, then to Taehyung. He smiled, immediately taking it and motioning to your cup.

“Let me.” He said quickly. He filled it up when you offered your cup, before filling up his own.

“Give me on, too.” Jimin said quickly. Taehyung nodded, filling his best friends cup as well.

“Me too, Hyung.” Jungkook begged, his hand frantically sticking out his cup that was already full. You watched Taehyung for a moment, waiting to see what he would do. You watched Jungkook’s half-lidded eyes fall to the table for a minute, staring at the food he would probably start devouring after his next shot.

Taehyung nodded, taking another bottle and pouring some into his friend’s cup. Little did Jungkook notice, of course, Taehyung was using an empty soju bottle. “There.” Taehyung nodded.

“Genius.” You smirked up at him. With all of your glasses filled, you felt the urge to say something. “Here’s to a safe trip, I guess.” You smiled up at him.

“To a safe trip.” Jimin said. The four of you pressed your glasses together, the clink echoing through the clear night sky as you all cheered for Taehyung’s success in his future.

“Bah halla!” Jungkook said.

Silence.

“W-what?” Taehyung asked, already snickering. Jungkook blinked.

“Isn’t that what she said? Bah halla?”

“No!” Jimin immediately corrected. “She said-.”

“Jimin.” You hissed, and he immediately pressed his shot to his lips.

“Jungkook, I think you’re the drunkest I’ve ever seen you. It might be time to stop.”

Jungkook watched Taehyung reach out and take his soju shot, which hadn’t even been downed yet. “Awwww what?”

“Let’s get you home. It’s late.” Jimin said. He immediately rose, lifting Jungkook up in the process. The younger male rested on Jimin’s shoulder. “You really do reek. Ew.”

“I’m very drunk.” Jungkook slurred to a fit of snickering friends. “Like very drunk.”

“I know. Let’s get you home.” Jimin repeated. “Thanks for tonight, it was fun.” He said to Taehyung. “See you next weekend.” You and Taehyung waved as Jimin led Jungkook down the steps from the roof, muttering to him in hopes of keeping him awake and just barely able to walk on his own. As they descended from view, you smiled.

“Okay, maybe he does kind of remind me of me.” Taehyung had to laugh once again, nodding in agreement. “Here.” You stood up. “I’ll help you clean up before I go.”

“Go?” Taehyung asked, looking up at you. It seemed there was a moment of silence, before Taehyung followed with: “You don’t want to stay a bit longer?”

“I mean.” You blinked. “I do, but…”

Taehyung reached his hand up, taking yours inside of it gently. The warmth of his palm lingered as he guided you back down to his side. He poured the both of you another drink, and smiled at you. “I’m not ready to end tonight, yet.”

Looking down at the shot, you pursed your lips. “Are you trying to get me drunk again?” you asked. Your friend shook his head, smiling at your comment.

“No, of course not.” He took a long sip of his drink, his eyes finally casting up at the sky. “This might be the last night we have to star gaze together.”

“We’ve never start gazed together.” You pointed out.

“Well, why not start now?”

For once since the night began, the silence that filled the air wasn’t tense or awkward or even stinking of alcohol. It was just…silent. You watched the little movements in the sky; the spark of a plane darting among the clouds. Your eyes studied each star, not content with the night ending until you got them all in your grasp. Hopefully, it would make time stand still for just a moment longer.

Suddenly, a snicker caused your silence to break, and you turned to Taehyung. He had the drink pressed to his lips as his boxy grin danced on his face. “Bah halla. Jungkook’s crazy.”

You chuckled a bit. “I think he’s worried about you all leaving him. He’s got a few more years until he can go in.”

“I know.” Taehyung said. “But you’ll be here.”

“I’m not you guys.” You stated simply. “Besides, who will take care of me when you’re gone?”

Taehyung hesitated for a moment, taking a minute to process his answer. Finally, as playful as ever, he said: “Jungkook promised to feed and walk you just now.” Behind a smile. Sure, you chuckled, but both of you knew what was meant by the question.

“Taehyung.” You breathed. “Did my comments when I was drunk make you want to enlist early?”

He shook his head. “No. I’ve thought about doing it for a while.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want you to think it was your fault.”

“Well, I do.”

“I can see that.” Taehyung grinned. You sighed, your head finally giving out and falling to the side. Taehyung noticed, and with a gentle hand, guided your head to his shoulder, where he rested it. “I don’t want to leave you alone for to long. So, if I go in now, I’ll be back to you soon.”

“I know.” You sighed. Silence once again fell over the both of you, but now it felt sad. A week was coming up, Taehyung still needed to shave his head. The idea of Taehyung with a short buzz cut? After years of knowing him with dark, stunning locks from his shoulders to his ears? The image had flashed in your mind in the past, as it did with all of your friends, but this one felt…weird.

Maybe because it was Taehyung.

“Your ears are going to look fucking enormous when you shave your head.”

You thought the comment was stuck in your mind but nope. Blinking, you felt Taehyung’s wide eyes stare you down. Your head slowly turned to look at him, and yes, his eyes were wide. So was his smile.

“WHAT?!” He gasped. “Are you SERIOUS?!”

You had to start laughing, it was the only reaction your body could allow. “I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!” You covered your mouth, your laughter filtering between your fingers and still managing to be loud enough for Taehyungs ‘big ass ears’ or whatever the hell you just said. “It won’t be that bad, I swear.”

“You think my ears are big?” He frowned.

“No, not at all!” You reached out, your hands gripping his ears. “They’re perfect. You’ll still be handsome. I’m sorry.” Taehyung sighed, putting his hands on top of yours. However, instead of keeping them on his ears, he lowered them to his cheeks. You let out a soft sigh. Why did he feel so warm? Was it the alcohol again?

You felt warm too, but you knew it was not from the alcohol. You were just flustered as you stared at Taehyung until-.

Smooch.

The little sensation of Taehyung leaning forward, pressing his lips against yours, was short and quick. However, it left your already pink cheeks vulnerable, and they immediately burned red. Taehyung seemed a bit shy by this too, chewing the inside of his lip.

“Tae…” you finally managed to breathe out.

“Will you come when I get my head shaved?” He asked. “My folks are coming, and Jimin and Jungkook. I wanted to ask since I set the date but-.”

“Sure.” You said softly. “And I’ll see your big ass ears.” Taehyung and you both grinned at one another. It was very obvious the alcohol was finally beginning to really hit you, because you felt your eyes watering. “I’m going to miss you.”

“Heh. I’ll miss you too.” He smiled sweetly. “But I promise I’ll visit you every time I get a break, okay? And it’s only 18 months. It’ll go faster the more you keep yourself busy.”

“I know.” You sniffled. Taehyung reached out, wiping your eyes with one of the napkins. “Thanks.”

“Don’t go around and drunkenly stare at anyone else, okay?” he asked behind a sad chuckle. You pouted.

“Don’t go around and tell the entire Korean military that story, then.”

“Oh, fuck that.” Taehyung snorted. “I absolutely will tell everyone. It’s my favorite story.”

“Why?” you asked. “It’s not even that funny.”

“It’s just…every time I think about it, I smile. You were so cute that night.” He shrugged. “Besides, I kind of like that you were looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

Taehyung eyed you a bit, waiting to see if you were seriously asking that question. “Like that.” He emphasized. You sighed, resting your head in his chest. It vibrated as he laughed again. “I’m going to think about it whenever I miss you. Is that okay?”

“…Yes.” you finally gave in. “But if I see on the news that the army is starting to chant ‘Hah Balla’ or something, I’ll kill you myself.”

“I’ll make them say ‘Bah Halla’.” He assured. “Is that better?”

“Yes. Embarrass Jungkook when he enlists.” You looked up at him, chuckling a bit more. Taehyung leaned forward again, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead. You closed your eyes for a minute, allowing the warm sensation tingle through your body from that one spot on your forehead. When your eyes fluttered open, Taehyung was smiling at you. “Can we sit out here a bit longer before we clean up?” you asked softly.

Taehyung nodded, pulling you close as the both of you looked back up to the sky. “As long as you want.” He assured.

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chaoticneutralwriter · 2 years

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The Fallout

guardian demon!jimin x reader

genre: angst, romance, supernatural, romance, fluff

Word Count: 2.9k

related works: see masterlist under guardian demon!jimin au

Continuation of Cor aut Mors (Heart or Death)

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A/N: HELLO BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE I’VE MISSED YOU ALL SO MUCHHHHH WAAAAAHHH ;A;!!!! Let me tell you things on my end were CRAZY, i am so sorry for the long ass wait because life + writer’s block = NOT IT. Maybe because we’re now coming closer to the end of this series that it’s harder for me to write?? who knows but to everyone who has been waiting, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!! <3 i cannot tell you how much i love and appreciate you!! ;A;

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You have no sense of time, sitting there for who knows how long amongst the rubble. Your whole body is numb to the point where you don't even know if you're breathing – even the cold draft coming through the broken window felt as if it is simply passing through you. Echoing in the very depths of your mind like a broken, twisted record was a singular thought; he was gone.

Just like that.

The weight in your chest presses down violently then, and you struggle to fend off the all consuming feeling of dread and panic, like you're slowly being buried alive. You scream at yourself to breathe, not knowing that you're actually close to hyperventilating. Just as you think you might black out from the overwhelming pressure –

“Well that was one hell of a shit show huh?”

You jump, startled out of your wits by the sudden raspy voice that cuts through the stifling atmosphere the place has taken. Your head turns towards the general direction of where you thought it came from – senses lagging behind from very nearly self-destructing, It's safe to say you're so shocked at what you see that you almost couldn't believe it.

“....J-Jungkook?” You call his name hesitantly. The sweep of matted raven hair flies up with a strong puff of air exhaled from a split lip, giving you a glimpse of a familiar pair of wide doe eyes.

“Still kickin'” He tries to say cheekily but ends up visibly wincing from pain, head poking out from behind the remains of the island counter; the only thing you see from your position. It prompts you to move, although you do so almost robotically; hands and legs stiff and unsteady. After tripping over various forms of rubble trying to figure out a way to get to the other demon, you eventually make it to his side.

You have to hold yourself back from cringing when you get a good look at Jungkook. To say that he's seen better days would be a gross understatement; he looks like he's about to breathe his last breath at any moment.

“Y-You know, I don't know if 'kickin'' would be the right choice in words......” You mumble, tentatively kneeling down beside his battered body. “Although I am glad you're alive....”

Jungkook lets out a noise halfway between a chuckle and a grunt before it, once again, fizzles out into a groan. “Don't kill me poppet; literally though because laughing actually hurts.”

It's true, this isn't probably a laughing matter but you can't help the little quirk that tugs at the corner of your mouth – guess humour is a universal way to cope with the extremes of situations, and who are you to downplay it even when it's coming from a demon. Still, you worry for him and in the chaos that had just ensued, you really need someone to keep you grounded right now.

“Well, you're not dying on my watch, I can promise you that.” You reply. “Though.....I'm...I'm not much of a demon medical expert. You'll have to help me out here...What hurts the most?”

“Honestly? Everything.”

Oh boy....

The next several minutes was you trying to help Jungkook be a little more comfortable without moving him too much, which resulted in you digging up salvageable couch cushions and pillows. You think it's not much considering the extent of his injuries but Jungkook assures you that demons heal quickly so long as they're not disturbed while resting. Once you got him on his little makeshift bed and not having anything else to keep you busy, the both of you sit in tense silence, you mainly lost in the muddled pool of your own thoughts.

You don't notice the way Jungkook eyes you almost cautiously, trying to decipher your emotions like one would disarm a bomb. As much as it worries him, he'd rather not accidentally trigger a massive breakdown from you if he can so help it. But your blank expression doesn't give much away, and Jungkook is admittedly too damn nosy to not let this entire thing go because hey, it's not every day a mortal falls for a demon who's been assigned as their temporary guardian and then goes on to invoke the wrath of an archangel in defiance of saving said guardian demon.

Mustering every ounce of sensitivity he can manage, Jungkook awkwardly stutters out, “....S-So....what now?”

It takes you a good minute to process what it is that he's asking, the gears in your mind creaking in their struggle to work and even then, you pathetically come up with no solid answer, croaking, “I-I.....I don't know....I.....Like – what am I supposed to do....? I don't even know...what's going to happen to him....”

“Well....” Jungkook begins, still sounding unsure. “Your guardian demon was most likely taken to be held in Heaven's custody; jail if you will....” He pauses and when he sees you not reacting badly, he continues. “During that time.....the Heavenly Court will deliberate, and then once they come to an anonymous agreement......” A deep breath, “They will either....condemn him eternally.....or...”

“....Or what?”

“....Or he will face divine execution.”

Execution.

The word itself seems to have pierced right through you, a blow to the very core of your being.

Execution – if Heaven so deems it, Jimin would die.

You feel yourself beginning to shake, stomach bubbling nauseously and as much as you try to keep a level head, the words that spill out of you are charged with your heightening emotions, spiralling.

“B-But why? He did nothing wrong!? I was the one who acted on my own, so how can they put all the weight of the blame on him?!”

“By my guess, Heaven is probably not even concerned about you and Jimin in that sense, much so that they are just using it as a front.”

That makes you pause. “...W-What do you mean?”

Jungkook gives you a pointed look, as if the answer is so obvious that it makes you scowl. He exhales loudly before saying, “Heaven isn't mad at your relationship with Jimin per say; it's more about the violations that has taken place.”

Your mouth opens and closes, trying to work out words to make sense of Jungkook's speculations, like differentiating pieces to a puzzle. But no matter how you look at it, the conclusion you come to appears more and more outrageous.

“So, you're implying that Heaven would rather care about how this looks on them than having a fair trial...?!”

“I hate to break it to you poppet, but he's already not winning any favours by just being a demon alone; in the eyes of any angel, we're scum, the lowest of the low.” Jungkook almost spits out spitefully, dark eyes hardening at the reality he speaks of. “And in this case, the odds are more stacked against your little guardian, even if he wasn't a demon. Or did you already forget that you're not the only one who he had a binding contract with anymore?”

You're midway to opening your mouth for a defensive rebuttal, accusatory finger pointing and all, but Jungkook's question made you stutter out, almost sheepishly, “W-Well....! Am I...Was I not...?”

You could swear he had contemplated on facepalming or not. But you were genuine in your confusion; were you not supposed to be the only one he had a contract with, as your guardian sworn to protect you during his time of service? Who else could he have had a contract with? Was that possible to begin with?

The young demon in front of you provides the answer at your fumbling silence, “Let me ask you – has Jimin not told you about what his plan was? Why he looked the way he did up until this point?”

“...It was to transition himself into an angel right? Then yes, he's told me about it and that was what's causing him to feel weak.” You pause mid-thought, scrunching your face. “But I mean, he was getting better? So that should mean the process is no longer affecting him now.”

Something passes through Jungkook's face, one that makes his eyebrows furrow, pursing his lips and dark eyes drifting out of focus. “Getting better you say.....”

Unconsciously you find yourself mirroring his expression too, not liking the dragging, almost suspicious tone of his voice. “....Yes...?”

“....And I don't suppose you have anything to do with that, do you?”

You blink multiple times, mind doing acrobats in trying to figure out a way to avoid telling a demon that you know about the ways they can absorb energy, which in turn would indirectly mean telling a demon you may have done – not the devil's tango per say – but the demon version of it.

Of course your silence rings louder than any words you could possibly say, because your slight hesitation and shaking eyes instantaneously has Jungkook's jaw dropping, his own eyes widening in a comedic mixture of abject horror and being scandalized.

“You did it didn't you?”

Face heating up, you guffawed,“I-I- What?! I don't – !!”

“You harlot!”

“I'm not! And why are you so shocked?! That stupid angel was screaming for the whole world to know!”

“Yeah but he's an angel; he would've classified 'laying with the spawn of Satan' if you had held hands with Jimin.” Jungkook rolls his eyes. Soon after though, he runs a hand through his mussed raven hair, eyes shut and a grimace taking over his expression as he mutters something under his breath that you couldn't quite catch. A beat passes before he eventually asks, “Are you well-versed in the....” He gestures vaguely, “...Principles of Christianity by chance?”

“Like....the bible?”

“Yeah, all those fun bedtimes stories, beliefs, mythos, yada yada.”

“Kinda...?” You shrug. “I'm not...terribly religious. I probably just know the bare minimum, like 'He died on the cross for our sins' sort of basic.”

“Then I'm sure you're at least familiar with the infamous 'Seven Deadly Sins.'”

“...Yes? If you mean like, pride, lust, greed and all that.”

“The very ones.” Jungkook nods, musing. “The seven vices that seems so innate in human nature, no matter how much they try to run from it.” He turns to you then, raising a brow curiously as he asks, “Did you know that there are counter parts to the sins?”

Now that you didn't know. This new piece of information has you intrigued, genuine curiousity but also has your thoughts swirling with questions on how this all connects back to the matter at hand, and wanting to get to the point, you voice it aloud, “What does that have to do with Jimin or the second contract?”

“I'm getting there....” Jungkook grits out through a sardonic smile. “As with all things that are evil, they are not without those which are good. So with seven sins that damn you, there exists seven virtues that redeem you.” He pauses, taking the time to exhale slowly as a more solemn expression takes over. “The process of 'the ascension of the soul' – that is to become an angel, by Heaven's decree, is to prove your unwavering piety by demonstrating that you possess and are capable of these virtues.”

You nod your head in understanding, silently signalling for Jungkook that you are following so far. Seeing that, he continues. “To undergo this change, you must visit the place His Holiness has named His gatekeeper, kneel before his throne and swear an oath, who will in turn, bear witness to these trials.”

Swear an oath.....

It's a split second delay, but the realization dawns on you and the magnitude of your actions crushes you full force, like the weight of the entire universe.

He swore an oath to a Heavenly body, a literal Saint, that he would prove to them that he had what it took to be an angel, and you made him break it.

The memories of that stormy night rushes back, the way you had found Jimin unconscious, wounded and bleeding on your floor......It makes you think you should've known back then, should've seen those signs or at least persisted before it was too late.

How foolish and ignorant of you to think that it was simply a matter of completing a checklist, and all of it could be undone by saying no, and the offering of one single soul would be enough as compensation.

You slump, defeated and that's all Jungkook needs to know that you understand. He doesn't elaborate anymore either, slipping back into his own turbulent thoughts; the gnawing guilt that had buried its way into his conscious at war with the a scorned bitterness. In the end however, nothing will change the fact that this was Jimin's choice, and that this was something he had anticipated and accepted; like he's had it all planned out from the beginning. The idea unintentionally tugs at the corner of Jungkook's lips.

“You know....” He finds himself speaking, “As fucked up as this all is, it could've been worse.”

You don't respond. After being dropped with such a bombshell, you don't have the mental strength to formulate words anymore, let alone comprehend what he could possibly mean by 'could've been worse' because to be quite fucking honest, this already is pretty fucking bad.

Of course, your silent crisis does nothing to deter Jungkook, as he continues on his one-sided conversation. “Jimin was right when he prevented you from giving up your soul to Hell. Though I have to admit, it was the ballsiest move for you to date – but also the dumbest one yet.” His tone shifts, the rough scoff at the end of his sentence softening into something sombre. “A soul damned to Hell for eternity......It's not something anyone wants to be put through, not even us demons. In the deepest circle where all forsaken souls go, you'll slowly be driven to madness; losing all sense of self and identity, until you become too consumed by the blood-lust and turn into just a mindless monster who's always hungry for souls.”

Flashbacks of the shadowy creature that followed you instantly comes to mind, the result of an attempted summoning gone awry. It was only for a short bit thankfully, but the feeling of being hunted down by some faceless, formless entity was frightening enough for you to never forget it. You wonder if that was what Jungkook means; to be driven mad to the point of becoming.....nothing.

“Makes sense why Jimin took on this temp job if you think about it....” Jungkook adds in almost thoughtfully, his focus now on picking at his nails. He lets out a short chuff, grunting. “Looks like he got more what he bargained for instead.”

Suddenly you think that his ramblings were more to fill in the void that would've drowned you both. You'll admit it does help a little in keeping you from sinking into your own despair, but it still doesn't change the fact that you're already one foot in. Unable to bare the creeping silence like Jungkook, you also find yourself speaking, following his lead out of desperation.

“.....So....” Your voice comes out in a strained hush, and though you swallow, the lump remains at the back of your throat, the dread slowly creeping in, relentless. “...There's really nothing I can do.....?”

Jungkook pauses in his fidgeting before he lets out a deep sigh, obsidian eyes meeting your pleading ones. The look makes him truly pity you because he knows that the only answer he has won't be the one you want to hear.

“Wait.”

Ba-bump.

The sounds of a muffled heartbeat.

Inhale.

Exhale.

The steady rise and fall of his chest.

These were the only indications of there being any signs of life within the isolated tower, the cold white marble of the walls seem to sap all matters of warmth from entering. Even the few streams of light that streak through the stain glass do no more than cast eerie shadows and shroud the room in a haunting glow.

Ba-bump.

The sound keeps him grounded, a constant to focus on when here, time only seems to be a concept and not a reality. And he does not know how long he's been suspended like this.

Click clack.

A break in the routine. His ears perk at the sudden change, zeroing in on the rhythmic pattern until he discerns them as footsteps. A strange occurrence, even stranger when they grow louder coming towards the direction of his holding. A jingle of keys and the shuttering of the gates opening lets him know that he has a visitor.

“My....What a terrifying sight you make.”

The voice makes him grimace, and though it's not how it normally sounds, he can recognize the speaker anywhere; an unfortunate byproduct from having worked with them for millennia now.

Slowly, his eyes slip open, vision blurry until they adjust but he doesn't get a chance to lift his head before a face obnoxiously comes into view.

“He lives....” The visitor gasps dramatically, followed by a series of dark chuckles that grate on his nerves.

“Well, he won't be for long.” Jimin gets out hoarsely,”If you keep talking as loud as you are, this headache might do me in.”

The snarky remark earns him a loud bark of laughter that reverberates off the walls. The man straightens himself up, completely disregarding the tragic state that Jimin is in, a wide toothy grin spreading his lips.

“Really, is that any way to speak to your boss after he's come all this way to see you?”

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pascaloverx · 4 months

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OUR SECRET — MYG

chapter two

Summary: You and Yoongi are having an affair. No, you are not being his lover. But the world is not ready to know that an idol is dating someone. So you two were doing your best to make sure no one found out. Until he breaks up with you. His mistake.

Author's note: This fanfic will contain inappropriate language and intimate moments between some characters. Be warned. I will let you know if anything becomes inappropriate. Please enjoy this Yoongi fanfic.

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"You should tell him." Namjoon repeated once again as you avoided the topic by making tea.

"Do you think it's going to be a boy or a girl?" You tried to change the subject, which seemed impossible.

"Regardless of the baby's gender, you should let the father know." You rolled your eyes upon hearing that, as if everything would be resolved if Yoongi knew about the baby.

"I think I'd prefer a girl. But if it's a boy, I'll need tips on the male world. It's your duty as the baby's godfather to help me instead of just staring at me like that." Namjoon was giving you a judgmental look.

"Thanks for the honor of being the baby's godfather. I swear I'll be the best godfather I can be. But it's not fair to hide this situation from Yoongi. You know how I am about honesty." He's right about that.

"I'll talk to him. I don't intend to exclude him from our child's life, but it's difficult. Our last conversation took a somewhat dramatic turn. Not to mention, we both know your friend is famous." You were a bit nervous, contemplating the changes your life will undergo once the baby arrives. Uncertainty about the future lingered as you tried to focus on the decisions that needed to be made.

"It will be a challenge, but I trust you will succeed. Speaking of which, I have some bad news." Namjoon speaks fearfully as if he's trying to protect you from something.

"Spit it out." You speak as you mentally prepare yourself for what comes next.

"I came here not just because you called me but to ask you a favor." Namjoon seems worried about something and you notice that.

"Suga hasn't been able to compose lately. Which is making him feel a bit terrible. The boys and I think it's because he is missing you. So I came to beg you to help me with this." Namjoon is with a lost expression. As if you were the solution to Yoongi's problem.

"Mister Min Yoongi needs me apparently, what a surprise. What if you're wrong? What if he just has writer's block?" These are just some of the questions that are on your mind.

"I've known that man longer than you know. Trust me, he's not well." Namjoon seems sure you’re the solution. And at the moment, not knowing if it's pregnancy or your desire, You can't think of reasons not to go see your ex lover.

"To be sure, you owe me one. And I'm not going to tell Yoongi now, about the baby. If I'm going to do that, it's in my time. But I can go there and try to help." A nervousness begins to take over you as soon as Namjoon confirms that he will take you with him. A few minutes later you are already on your way to the company, Namjoon assures you that he spoke to the boss and that he authorized you to go there since you were hidden. Right now you’re hiding in Namjoon’s car.

"Do you think this will help?" You mutter almost to yourself, but Namjoon hears you as he guides you to where Yoongi is.

"I think you're the only person who can talk some sense into Yoongi. Maybe it would be good for you two to have a talk." That's all you hear Namjoon say before leaving you inside the studio where Yoongi is.

"I already said that I don't need to talk about Y/N. My difficulty doesn't come from the feeling of missing you. After all, I was the one who ended everything." Yoongi doesn't even turn from his chair to look at who entered. You think about giving up but you can tell by his impatient tone and the aesthetic of someone who hasn't left that recording studio in a while that he needs help.

"You better remember that, because coming all this way kind of hurts my ego." You say looking towards him who turns around in surprise to look at you.

"Are you really here?" Yoongi says, slowly getting up and walking towards your direction.

"I heard a rumor that you were sad, I needed to make sure. I mean, I wasn't even the one who ended our relationship." You say, approaching him, as if wanting to explore a new reality. He's unshaven, his hair is a little messy and he looks like he hasn't slept in a while.

"They must really be worried. They brought you here." He seems to have realized how worried the boys and the company are about him.

"What's happening to you?" You speak softly like you're curious. Your hand automatically touches Yoongi's face who, without thinking, ends up hugging you. A strong hug like someone who wants to say "I miss you".

"I thought it would be better to end a relationship that was doomed to fail than to stay with the woman I love." He whispers and before you notice, he's almost falling asleep in your arms.

"You need to focus on what's best for you and your group. Breaking up with me was your decision and unfortunately decisions come with consequences. But that doesn't mean either of us will be happy separate from the other. " You say remaining in place, hugging Yoongi and at that moment that was everything you wanted.

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jungshookz · 11 months

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jimin's kind of a dickhead & y/n is very close to losing it

➺ pairing; park jimin x reader // dickhead!jimin x TA!y/n

➺ genre; clearly i’m in my university!au era (can u blame me)!! honk honk humour!! do i smell enemies to lovers?? clichés clichés clichés but who around here isn’t a sucker for a good cliché!! let me indulge!!

➺ wordcount; 3.5k

➺ summary; y/n’s a teaching assistant for the summer semester’s english class and she thinks she’d have a much more pleasant time if one of the students wasn’t an obnoxiously-huge-sunglasses-wearing-comes-to-class-fashionably-late park jimin.

➺ what to expect; “you look way too young to be an actual TA. or at least a TA who knows what they’re doing.”

➺ currently spinning on the record player; popular (with playboy carti & madonna) — the weeknd

»»————- 📚 ————-««

you’re not sure if you’ve ever been this nervous for something before.

it’s not that you don’t know how to speak in front of a large crowd or you have stage fright or something like that, but after working your way up and finally landing the position as a TA for your english professor, the fact that you have to speak in front of a big group of students close to your age and have them actually respect you didn’t hit you up until now, ten minutes before class starts

and you feel like you’re about to simultaneously piss your pants and shit a brick at the same time.

you spent nearly forty minutes this morning picking out an outfit because you wanted to wear something that said “i’m professional, but i’m still cool and casual and you can talk to me about anything BUT there’s still a line that you can’t cross with me because i’m the TA and i’m not just one of you guys even though i kind of am one of you guys” and to be honest, there wasn’t a lot in your closet that screamed specifically that

you ended up going with a pair of bootcut jeans and a tank top with a light cardigan over top: professional, but still approachable… at least, you hope that’s the vibe you give off.

“okay, y/n…” you mutter, looking at your reflection in your little compact mirror to make sure your eyeliner isn’t smudging and there are no remnants of your breakfast croissant in your teeth, “‘hi everyone, i’m y/n, i graduated last year but i’m in my first year at our school’s grad program… really excited to get to know everyone this semester! promise i’ll take it easy on you when i’m grading your papers…’” you recite neatly, nodding to yourself in content

that’s a good way to introduce yourself, right?

it’s lighthearted but you’re still reminding all the students that they have to be on their best behaviour and they should be handing in their best work

“god.” you snap your compact shut and slip it back into your purse, leaning back against the wall and reaching up to adjust your glasses

…but what if they think you’re trying too hard to get them to like you?

this feels like you’re about to go out on a first date with eighty people all at the same time

and now that you think about it, you don’t feel like you’re going to shit a brick — you feel like you’re about to shit out an entire house.

“good morning, y/n!”

“professor kim! good morning!” you stand up from the bench when professor kim walks in through the doors, offering him warm smile and straightening your posture a little, “i got here earlier than i’d expected and i wasn’t sure where to go so i thought i’d just meet you at your office, sorry about that…”

professor kim seokjin had been your english professor from second year up to when you graduated, and after you told him that you were planning on continuing your studies and that you’d been accepted into your school’s graduate program, he made the generous offer to take you under his wing as his TA for the summer semester

you took the opportunity, of course, not just because becoming a TA would look really good on your resume, but also because you genuinely enjoy professor kim’s company and his classes are never boring (and it certainly doesn’t hurt that kim seokjin is very nice to look at)

and to be honest, you didn’t have much planned for the summer in the first place so it’d be good to make a little money and get some teaching experience

“what are you sorry for? the early bird catches the worm, you know what they say,” he beams, nodding towards the exit, “are you ready for your first official class as my TA?”

“i am!” you lie, forcing a bright smile on your face as you walk alongside him, “i mean- i’m- i’m a little nervous, but i… it should be fun! and summer classes usually aren’t as big of a size as the fall semester classes, so that’s easing my nerves a bit…”

“don’t worry, you’ll be great! and because this is our first class, you really won’t have to do much. i’m just going over the syllabus and then we’ll move onto a few writing exercises — and you’re right, summer class sizes are much smaller than the ones in the fall semester. there are only 80 students.” professor kim flicks his wrist casually and your eyes widen in surprise

eighty

eighty students

eighty sets of eyeballs staring right at you

you weren’t expecting eighty students — maybe, like twenty at the most

it’s summer!!! why the hell are people going to summer school?!

“eighty!” your voice cracks slightly and you clear your throat quickly before letting out a light chuckle, “right! i knew that. eighty.” you adjust your backpack over your shoulder as you trail alongside professor kim, chewing on the inside of your cheek anxiously

“and all you have to do today is introduce yourself and then walk around the auditorium and tend to any raised hands. honestly, you’re going to be fine. you were a fantastic student and i’m sure you’ll be a fantastic TA.”

“thank you, professor.” you smile shyly, feeling a little more confident knowing that professor kim thinks you’re going to be a fantastic TA

he’s right

you have nothing to worry about

you’re going to be great and this summer semester is going to be even better!

»»————- 📚 ————-««

you can feel your heart thrumming away in your chest as you stand in the corner by the front, keeping a polite smile on your face as the students begin to trickle in and the auditorium starts to fill up

a few of them smile at you and a few of them don’t, which is what you expected so you’re not taking anything personally

(of course, there was a group of students who looked at you and then muttered something to each other and looked back at you, but you’re trying not to hyper-fixate on whatever the hell that was)

((you will hyper-fixate on it in the privacy of your own apartment after class))

you have to admit that during your time as an undergraduate student, you usually never really noticed the TA and you were more focused on finding a spot in the auditorium or finding your friends

so maybe you really don’t need to be as nervous as you are right now!

you force yourself to stop clicking your pen anxiously before shoving it into the back pocket of your jeans, holding your hands in front of you as you continue to smile and say a few quite hi there’s and hello, hi’s as the students walk past you

a few more minutes of settling in goes by and you’re not sure what to do as you stand up at the front, occasionally looking over to see what professor kim’s up to

his back is turned to the students as he busies himself with connecting his laptop to the big screen up front and you would help out but you already offered at the beginning but he said he could handle it so…

“alright, everyone! welcome to english 405… settle down, please… thank you…” professor kim claps his hands together a few times to get everyone’s attention, the voices from the crowd dying out little by little, “thank you so much for being here! i know summer classes aren’t exactly ideal, but i promise our time together won’t feel like a giant drag in the mud.” he smiles, leaning back against the table as he folds his sleeves up to his elbows, “now, i see a few familiar faces in the crowd because i’ve had you in some of my classes last semester, but for those of you who don’t know me, my name is seokjin. you can call me professor kim or just professor if you’d like. you can’t call me seokjin or jin or man or my G or whatever the hell else you people are calling each other nowadays because i worked far too hard for my PhD for a 20-something year old to think it’s okay to come up to me and call me ‘dawg’.”

you can’t help but giggle with the class at professor kim’s introduction as you settle into your seat by the front, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back comfortably (you’re reminded that because you’re at the front and can be perceived by people that you should probably sit properly and not like a boiled shrimp)

“now, to be honest, i don’t have too much planned for our first class together just because it is the first class, so we’ll most likely cover the syllabus, do a few writing exercises to warm up those thinking caps, look over the reading list- that should’ve been emailed to you two weeks before classes started, so if you didn’t get that email, please let me or my lovely TA know-“ professor kim turns towards you with a smile before gesturing to you, “speaking of my lovely TA, would you like to introduce yourself?”

“i-“ before you get the chance to stand up from your seat, the auditorium doors swing open and smack against the walls, causing you to jolt in surprise and for everyone to turn back and look at who the hell is being so disruptive, “i…”

whoever he is has a pair of giant sunglasses on as he trots down the steps, clearly not in a rush, an iced americano in one hand and a laptop tucked underneath his armpit

an oversized black hoodie hangs on his figure along with a pair of ripped jeans, and you can’t help but frown because on one hand, it’s fine to be late if you come in and take a seat in the back quietly (you’ve been late to more than a few lectures because of a missed alarm, but you always try to be as courteous as you can as to not disrupt the class because you’re a decent human being), but practically kicking the door down and then making the auditorium steps your own runway is another thing

“jimin! so nice of you to join us this morning.” professor kim clears his throat, and you watch as this jimin guy takes a seat right in front of where your seat is off to the side, “i was wondering when you were going to show up.”

“what, i’m not late, am i?” jimin checks the time on his watch before taking his sunglasses off, leaning over and tossing it onto your seat, “it’s 9:06, prof.”

“surprised you even showed up at all.” professor kim mutters under his breath before reaching over to gently tap you on the shoulder, “sorry about that- please, go ahead and introduce yourself now that all of us, hopefully, are here.”

“i, uh- yes, thank you, professor-“ you clear your throat with a polite smile, turning back to face the front even though you find your eyes flickering over to glance at jimin, “i’m y/n and i’m super excited to get to know all of you this semester! i graduated last year but i’m in my first year of our school’s graduate program. and i’ll promise to be nice when i’m grading your papers if you promise that you won’t hand in any bad papers.” you try to bite back the shit-eating grin on your face when that gets a laugh from the audience and you press your lips together (jimin, you notice, hasn’t even cracked a smile), taking a small step back before turning to look at professor kim for your next move

“yes, y/n will be the one who’ll hand your papers back to you and she’ll be the one who deals with your ‘can you bump my 65 up to a 98’ requests, so please be nice to her…” the class laughs again and you’re reminded of why you loved being in professor kim’s classes so much, because he’s such a charmer! “does anyone have any questions for y/n?”

“not a question, just an observation-” jimin chimes in, leaning back against the seats as he runs a hand through his hair, “you look way too young to be an actual TA. or at least a TA who knows what they’re doing.”

“i- well, sorry to disappoint, but i am a TA.” you chuckle lightly, eyes narrowing slightly, “and i can assure you i know what i’m doing.”

“alright, we’ll see about that.” jimin raises both hands in defence and you can’t help but feel your eye twitch at how much of an asshole he’s being despite literally not knowing you at all

“by the way, class starts at 9, not 9:06.” you force a smile on your face, “not a question, just an observation.” you hear a couple of ‘oh, shit’s’ and low ‘oooooh’s’ from the crowd and you have to remind yourself to keep it professional because the last thing you want is to look like you’re bullying the students in front of professor kim

jimin’s jaw ticks as he shifts in his seat, “right, thanks. i’ll keep that in mind.”

“alright. we’ll see about that.” you shove his own words right back into his face again before turning to look back at the class, your smile softening significantly

“if there are no other questions or observations for y/n, let’s get started!” professor kim jumps in before anyone else gets the chance to say anything and you can’t help but feel a little bit of relief because one more second and you probably would’ve said something out of pocket like how massive jimin’s sunglasses are and how it makes him look as though one of santa’s elves escaped from the north pole and decided to go all wannabe emo, “now, i hate technology so i’ve printed the syllabuses out which will be handed out to you by y/n…”

you immediately snap into TA mode, turning around to pick the stack of syllabuses up from the table and cradling them to your chest, splitting them into sections so you can hand them out to the students at the end of the rows for them to hand them down the line

for the most part, everyone seems very nice and well-behaved, and you get a few compliments on your cardigan or your earrings or your glasses as you continue to hand the papers out (you’re pretty sure it’s because everyone’s trying to get on your good side so that when they beg you to change their grade on a paper you will, but you’re not that easy to bribe) but you find the smile fading on your face as you walk down the steps only to see jimin with an arm raised lazily in the air

the rings on his fingers twinkle slightly under the bright auditorium lights and you can’t help but notice how pretty his hands are

…they would be prettier if he wasn’t such a jackass

“jimin! how can i help you?” you press your lips together, resisting the urge to pretend like you never saw his arm and just keep walking

“could i get another one?” jimin asks, raising the copy of the syllabus he has to show you, “the staple on this one is weirdly wonky.”

“is that so? so sorry about that, i can get you another one if you can just give me a sec…” you decide to play nice considering the fact there’s always a TA evaluation at the end of each semester and you don’t know jimin but he seems like the type to completely rip someone apart in an anonymous evaluation

“i’m guessing you stapled them?”

“i did.” you nod, making your way over to your bag before bending over to dig through it for your spare copies

“hm.” jimin tilts his head slightly as his gaze drops to your ass, “makes sense.”

to be perfectly honest, he couldn’t give less of a shit about the wonky staple on his syllabus

he just didn’t like that dig you made at him about being six minutes late (six minutes isn’t even that big of a deal, you’re so obviously a teacher’s pet and he hates eager little teacher’s pets) so now he’s made it his mission to make this class a big ol’ nightmare for you for the rest of the semester

and sure, he can admit that you’re actually pretty attractive and he could see himself hitting on you if he met you at a bar or a club or something, but you’re his TA and you’re a stickler for rules so that kind of kills the vibe

…well, that’s not entirely true

there’s something about you being his TA that’s making his stomach swirl and he can’t really blame himself when his brain conjures up the image of him bending you over your desk as a way to bribe you to give him a higher grade on his papers because he’s certainly not planning on investing a lot of time or effort in this class since it’s just an elective

jimin shifts in his seat as he watches you crouch down so you can dig into your bag even more, your waist dipping and curving out into your hips quite nicely from this angle

…

he’s totally going to get you fold for him and convince you to give him a good grade by the end of the semester.

his tongue pokes out to swipe over his bottom lip at the thought of him coming to see you after hours (because of course you’re going to make an exception for him and allow him to see you at any time he wants, he’ll make sure of it) and again, he can’t blame anyone but himself when he can practically hear you moaning for his dick in his head (“what’s that, baby? you gonna bump me up to an eighty or am i gonna have to do a little more convincing?” “e-eighty, i’ll- ah- i’ll bump you up to an eighty, i-i will-“)

“here you go! a fresh copy for you.” jimin is rudely yanked from his fantasy when you suddenly shove a fresh copy of a syllabus in his face for him to take, “sorry that took me a minute, i have a lot of papers in my bag…”

“you’re good, y/n.” jimin smiles up at you as he takes the paper from you, “thank you for finding another copy for me. and i’m sorry about that comment i made earlier about you looking too young to be a TA, i was just being a shithead. i’m sure you could tell by the way the prof talked to me that this isn’t my first rodeo.”

you blink rapidly in surprise and almost immediately jimin can tell the wall you had up crumbles away as you give him a genuine smile in return, “oh! no problem at all, thank you for apologizing… i’m- i’m sorry i called you out on being late to class, i just- yeah, didn’t appreciate the comment you made about me-“

“oh, no, i totally get it. i would do the same thing if i were in your shoes. your comebacks were really clever. i would’ve laughed but i didn’t wanna give you the win.” jimin teases with a boyish grin and you find yourself blushing at his compliment

huh

maybe you were too quick to judge him so quickly

and even if he hadn’t come to class late and made a dig at you, you can’t deny the fact that the man is absolutely gorgeous

“alright, well- oh, coming!” you nod, raising your hand slightly to acknowledge one of the students in the back when you see them raise their hand before looking back down at jimin, “lemme know if you need anything.”

“oh, i will. thank you, y/n.” there’s almost a playful glint that flashes in jimin’s eyes and you nod again before heading up the stairs, your heart skipping a beat in your chest

interesting

very interesting

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