#jimin is a bit of a slytherin

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

Are You Sure?! Episode 4 observations

8.5/10 ☆

When will Army cancel Jimin and Jungkook? When will ot7 jikookers and vminers and vminkookers make call out posts for them? Jimin and Jungkook should express that all encompassing love for the entire members of their group all the time. Pointing out throughout the entire first day that Tedros is their guest or that they he should leave if he doesn't like it, that he's looking for attention or that AYS is their show, not for other people, was giving mean girls behavior. How is that nice? They love their guest but they're shading him. I think we should totally cancel Jikook!

But how the tables have turned once the kid that tagged along went to bed and the adults could play. Oh, we were back to Connecticut vibes once again. Which are basically the usual jikook vibes in where every little game needs to have a hint of flirtation (I wonder what Jimin would have done if Jungkook wouldn't have warned him about the glass part in the pool? Jimin was in slytherin mode the minute he took off his clothes).

From enganging in intricate rituals to touch each other (as always) to go through a long negotation over eating ramyeon or not (what's ppeuriri got to do with everything? I love their inside jokes and hate them at the same time. Let me in!!!! I was waiting for the bj brothers and when they deliver even some innuendos, it riles me up).

I'm not a BL fan of regular watcher, but this looks like the beginning of one of those steamy scenes where they show them fuck on some balcony or in the pool. Just sayin'.

Say yes and eat the damn ramyeon, Jungkook!

I like Jikook's nighttime routines. Although so far they have been quite tame, no drinking or other shenanigans. They do teeth brushing yoga or they cuddle up and talk about work and their schedules before bed. And there's no bed without Jimin's legs all over Jungkook (I'm sure he must be dreaming of those thighs at this point).

Can it get more domestic than Jungkook talking to his mother and her already knowing about their schedule?

I have a feeling she and Jimin text each other regularly. Oh, if only they had filmed just a bit during their Chuseok weekend in Busan (I do assume Jimin went too, but 🤷‍♀️). I need to see Jimin with Jungkook's mother. She would dot on him and Jimin would be so respectful but shy and oh, I get all giddy just thinking about him. Busan boys, please visit your home town one day and share that with the world!

I refuse to accept the existence of Jimkook, sounds ugly, forced, it doesn't roll off the tongue. But Jikook? Yeah, that works. And they were in full jikook mode on the boat. That embarrassing CPR manouver by Jimin is yet another sign that they will remain that cringe couple. How did Tedros survive on that boat? No wonder he took a step back from all that up until the end.

The entire afternoon on the boat really gave us a glimpse into their original plans and how once again, they just click. They never push it, they want to do the same things and they have fun. And we still got the cuddle and drawing whales out of clouds without that moment turning into something else.

When Jimin is in top shape, without any other illness looming over their vacation, then we know we're in for some entertainment. He's much more engaging and laughs at everything while Jungkook is right there next to him, ready to joint whatever Jimin wants to do.

(Who would have thought that Tedros headbanging the first day would make him take a step back and allow them to do their own thing how they originally planned? I have lots to say about him, but for another post, there's too many nice things that happened and I focus on that at first)

And now, a few more highlights:

What is this? Cutie Jiminie who can also get angry while stuffing his face with rice and noodles and chicken all at the same time? You are what you eat. Or whom 🤭

Jungkook has always been an expert at such lines, how can Jimin still be surprised after a decade? That's what you get. You have the tattoed guy who's really into bikes and Jimin who is clearly into all that, but he's gotta take the lame lines too.

[minxmut-cafe]

HEXED HEARTS| PART 3

Pairing : Slytherin Jimin x Huffle puff Reader

Authors note : This ones just smut. And comfort, maybe a little bit of angst.

PART 1 | PART 2

Warning. : Smut, penetration, angst, crack,

Synopsis :

Jimin, a cocky Slytherin, relentlessly bullies the sweet, naive little Hufflepuff. After accidentally hitting her with a charm, she becomes love-struck and overly vulnerable. Despite her efforts to hide it, her innocence makes her an easy target for his teasing and the manipulations of others, leaving her trapped in confusion and desire. In an attempt to revert her back to normal...things take an interesting turn.

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Once she was cleaned up, he grabbed one of his oversized Slytherin sweaters and pulled it over her head. She didn’t even try to help, just let him move her however he wanted, blinking up at him like a lost little lamb.

Jimin bit back a groan.

He was going to ruin her all over again if she kept looking at him like that.

He ran a hand through her hair, smoothing it down before scooping her up and settling her against his chest. “There we go,” he murmured, wrapping the blankets around her. “All warm and cozy.”

She nuzzled into his neck, still not saying a word.

Jimin chuckled, rubbing her back in slow, soothing circles. “You really forgot how to talk, huh?”

She nodded against him.

He snorted. “Merlin, I should be proud, but this is actually kind of sad.”

She pouted. Visibly.

Jimin groaned, gripping her chin and tilting her face up to look at him.

“You’re actually ridiculous, you know that?” he murmured, thumb stroking her bottom lip. “All pouty and helpless in my sweater.”

She blinked up at him, eyes still glossy, lips parting—

And then, finally, finally, in the softest, hoarsest little voice, she whispered:

“…Kiss.”

Jimin cursed under his breath.

Then he did exactly what she asked.

Jimin was so comfortable.

Warm blankets, soft girl, lazy kisses—what more could he ask for?

She was curled up against his chest, small fingers tangling in the fabric of his sweater as she sighed against his lips. Still a little weak, still a little dazed, but so pliant.

Jimin smirked, tilting her chin up for another kiss, his thumb rubbing slow circles against her jaw. “Feeling better, princess?”

She let out a tiny hum, nuzzling into him.

His smirk grew. Adorable.

He was just about to tease her again when—

BANG BANG BANG.

Jimin froze.

She stiffened against him, blinking up in confusion.

The knocking came again, louder this time, followed by a very familiar voice.

“Park Jimin, open the damn door!”

Jimin cursed, recognizing the voice immediately—Taehyung.

Then, another voice—equally loud, equally obnoxious.

“We know you’re in there, dumbass!”

Jeongguk.

Jimin closed his eyes, exhaling sharply through his nose.

“Merlin’s balls,” he muttered, already regretting every decision that led him to this moment.

The girl in his arms blinked, still dazed. “Aren’t you gonna get that?”

Jimin groaned, running a hand down his face. “No, because they’re idiots and I don’t wanna deal with them right now.”

Another bang against the door.

“Jimin, we swear to god, if you don’t open this door, we’re breaking in!”

Jimin’s grip on her tightened.

She blinked up at him again, all confused and adorable and—

Jimin sighed.

“Okay,” he muttered, pressing one last kiss to her temple before gently untangling himself from her. “Stay here, don’t make a sound.”

She nodded, pulling the blanket up to her chin.

Jimin rolled his eyes. She looked guilty already.

He got up, ruffled his hair to look somewhat presentable, and yanked the door open.

Immediately, Taehyung and Jeongguk stumbled in.

Jimin barely had time to dodge them before they were standing in the middle of his room, looking around suspiciously.

Jeongguk squinted. “Why did it take you so long to open the door?”

Jimin crossed his arms, leaning against the frame. “Maybe because I was sleeping?”

Taehyung snorted. “Please, Park, you don’t sleep before midnight.”

Jimin glared. “Maybe I do now.”

Jeongguk narrowed his eyes, scanning the room. His gaze landed on the messy bed. The extra blankets. The slight dent in the pillows where someone else was clearly lying.

Jimin tensed.

Jeongguk’s eyes widened.

Taehyung gasped.

“You’re not alone.”

Jimin was already so done.

Jimin didn't even bother trying to stop what happened next.

Because the moment his friends processed that, yes, he wasn't alone, and yes, there was a very real possibility that he had broken every dormitory rule in existence—

They panicked.

"Jimin, you absolute dumbass," Jeongguk whisper-yelled, smacking his arm. "You do know we’re not supposed to do this shit here, right? Right?! Because if you forgot, let me remind you—"

Taehyung, meanwhile, was already pacing. "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. If we get caught, we’re dead. D-E-A-D, dead. Do you even know what happens to people who break dorm rules, Jimin? Do you?!"

Jimin rolled his eyes, unimpressed. "Calm the fuck down, will you?"

"Calm down?!" Taehyung gaped at him. "You're actually insane."

Jeongguk threw his hands up. "How are you so chill about this?"

Jimin sighed. He was about to tell them to shut up and get the hell out when—

A small, sleepy noise came from behind him.

A rustling of blankets.

And then—

A tiny, toasty little head popped out from the covers.

All three of them froze.

Jimin turned slowly.

And there she was.

The Hufflepuff.

The same tiny thing he had spent years tormenting. The one he had bullied and teased and stolen food from. The one they all knew he was constantly picking on.

She was curled up in his bed, hair a mess, drowning in his sweater, her cheeks flushed from sleep.

And then—

She blinked up at them.

"…Hi?"

Dead silence.

Taehyung's jaw dropped.

Jeongguk choked.

Jimin?

Jimin closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and prayed for patience.

The silence stretched for an uncomfortably long time.

Jimin could feel the gears in his friends’ heads turning, the absolute calamity of thoughts probably running through their minds.

Then—

"What the actual fuck?" Jeongguk whisper-screamed, eyes nearly popping out of his skull.

Taehyung just kept blinking at the girl, like his brain had fully short-circuited.

Meanwhile, she just sat there, all warm and tiny under Jimin’s sweater, clearly not comprehending why they were losing their shit.

Jimin sighed.

"Okay," he said, rubbing his temples. "Breathe. This isn’t a big deal."

"Not a big deal?!" Taehyung hissed, still staring at the very real Hufflepuff in Jimin’s bed. "You—of all fucking people—are literally cuddling the same girl you’ve bullied for years."

Jeongguk looked deeply betrayed. "Years, Jimin."

The girl, now slightly more awake, yawned and stretched like a kitten.

And then—

"Mmm, Jiminie, come back, it’s cold," she mumbled, reaching out to tug at his sleeve.

Dead.

They were dead.

Jeongguk’s face contorted like he was experiencing physical pain. Taehyung clutched his chest like he’d been stabbed.

Jimin clenched his jaw.

"Don’t say a fucking word," he warned them, pointing a finger.

Jeongguk wheezed. "Jiminie?!"

Taehyung collapsed against the door. "I can’t fucking breathe."

Jimin turned back to his girl, who was watching the entire thing with a sleepy, confused pout. She still hadn’t processed why they were reacting like this.

So, of course, she tilted her head. "Are they okay?"

Jimin sighed. "No. They’re fucking not."

Jimin shoved them out the door, ignoring their protests, their wheezing, their very real tears of betrayal.

"Out. Now.*"

"This isn't over, Park—!"

SLAM.

He turned back around, exhaling sharply, only to find her staring at him with that look.

Oh, hell no.

"You did that on purpose, didn't you?" He narrowed his eyes.

She blinked up at him, all innocence and butter-wouldn't-melt energy, clutching his sleeve like she hadn’t just committed war crimes.

"Did what?" she asked sweetly.

Jimin groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "You called me ‘Jiminie’ in front of those idiots— you knew what you were doing!*"

Her lips tugged up. "Did I?"

Oh, she was enjoying this.

This little—

"You did," he accused, leaning in. "You were supposed to stay hidden."

"I got toasty," she pouted.

He huffed. "You are the biggest menace."

She giggled, twirling a piece of his sleeve between her fingers. "Well, you’re the one who put me in your sweater, Jiminie."

Jimin groaned again, this time for entirely different reasons.

Jimin let his head fall back against the door with a thud, inhaling through his nose like he was praying for patience.

"You're—" he pointed at her, "—lucky you're cute."

Her grin widened, eyes twinkling. "I know."

Jimin lunged.

She squeaked, scrambling backward onto the bed, but he was faster, climbing over her until she was caged beneath him. He braced one arm beside her head, the other tilting her chin up, forcing her to look at him.

"You think this is funny, don’t you?" he murmured, voice low.

She nodded, biting her lip to stifle a giggle.

Jimin's eyes darkened. "You like riling me up, hmm?" His thumb swiped across her lower lip, tugging it free. "You're getting bolder, sweetheart."

"Maybe..." she whispered.

His smirk was sharp, dangerous. "You really shouldn’t test me."

"Or what?" she whispered, voice shaky but defiant.

Jimin grinned. "Oh, sweetheart…" He leaned down until his lips brushed her ear. "You don’t want to find out."

She yelped when he effortlessly folded her legs up again, pressing her knees toward her chest.

"H-Hey, hey!" she stammered, hands pushing weakly at his shoulders. "We just did that—"

Jimin raised an eyebrow, amusement curling his lips. "And?"

She huffed, squirming. "And I need a break!"

His smirk deepened. "Oh, sweetheart," he cooed, trailing his fingers down her thigh. "I don’t think you understand how much of a mess you made teasing me back there."

Her breath hitched as he leaned in, his nose brushing hers, his tone dropping to a husky whisper. "So now... you deal with the consequences."

Her breath stuttered as Jimin’s grip tightened around her thighs, his smirk all-knowing, devilish.

"C-consequences?" she squeaked, heart hammering against her ribs.

Jimin hummed, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, his fingers tracing teasing patterns on her bare skin. "Mhm. You think you can just bat those pretty lashes, look all cute and helpless, and get away with it?"

She shivered, the heat between them crackling like a live wire. "I wasn't trying to—"

"Oh, but you were," he murmured, nipping at her earlobe, making her jolt. "And now, sweetheart, you're stuck with me until I decide I've had enough."

Her whimper was muffled when he kissed her again, slow and deep, and she melted right into it—because, truth be told, she wasn’t sure she’d ever have enough of him either.

Jimin was a paradox—a maddening one. His lips pressed sweet, lingering kisses against her flushed skin, but his hips snapped forward with an unforgiving pace, rattling the bed against the headboard.

"J-Jimin—!" she sobbed, her fingers twisting into the sheets, eyes unfocused as pleasure wracked through her body.

"Shh, sweetheart," he cooed, voice all honeyed affection, completely at odds with the way he was wrecking her. "You wanted this, didn’t you?"

She nodded weakly, barely coherent, and he chuckled, the sound dark, pleased. "Then take it."

And she did—helplessly, desperately—because there was no running from Jimin, no escaping the way he consumed her whole.

Jimin groaned at the sight—his oversized sweater swallowing her up, making her look even smaller beneath him. But the way her body moved, the way her breasts bounced beneath the fabric as he pinned her knees to her chest and drove into her—Merlin, it was maddening.

"Look at you," he murmured, voice thick with lust and something dangerously close to affection. "So fucking cute, wrapped up in my clothes while I ruin you."

She whined, barely able to form words, her fingers clawing at his arms, his back—anything to hold onto as he pounded into her relentlessly.

"J-Jimin—too much—!" she sobbed, but her body betrayed her, trembling, clenching around him like she never wanted him to stop.

"Too much?" He smirked, leaning down to kiss the corner of her mouth, his thrusts not slowing in the slightest. "Then why are you squeezing me so tight, sweetheart?"

By the time the night was over, she was a ruined, trembling mess in his arms. Jimin had taken her in every way imaginable—on his bed, his study table, against the wall, even standing up with her legs wrapped around him as he fucked her into delirium.

She had no thoughts left, just the lingering ache of pleasure coursing through her body. Jimin, smug and utterly pleased with himself, ran a lazy hand down her back as she lay sprawled across his chest, her breath uneven.

"Didn't know my little Hufflepuff could take so much," he murmured, kissing the top of her head. "You still with me, sweetheart?"

She tried to respond, but all that came out was a weak whimper.

Jimin chuckled, pressing another kiss to her temple. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

Jimin, still half-asleep, cracked an eye open at the sound of her grumbling. She was curled up against his chest, her face scrunched up in pure disdain at the sunlight streaming through his dorm window.

"What’s got your knickers in a twist this early?" he rasped, voice thick with sleep.

She buried her face into his chest with a dramatic groan. "It’s morning," she grumbled. "I hate mornings."

That made him pause. He blinked at her, confused. "You? Hate mornings?"

"Yes," she huffed. "Why do people always act so surprised?"

Jimin smirked. "Dunno, thought you lot were all sunshine and rainbows at the crack of dawn."

She pulled away just to squint at him, clearly unimpressed. "What exactly do you think Hufflepuffs are like?"

Jimin shrugged, fighting back a laugh. "Hardworking, cheery, obsessed with plants and small creatures… definitely not the type to whine about waking up."

She gasped, affronted. "I’ll have you know, I am very hardworking!"

"Mmm," Jimin hummed, dragging her back into his arms. "You worked pretty damn hard last night, I’ll give you that."

Her face burned, and she smacked his chest with a pout. "You’re awful."

"And yet," he teased, tilting her chin up so he could steal a slow, lazy morning kiss, "you’re still in my bed."

Jimin pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes, his thumb brushing over her cheek. "So… do you feel normal now?" he asked, voice low and teasing. "With the charm and all?"

She blinked at him, her expression still hazy with sleep, and for a second, he thought she might actually consider it. But then her lips wobbled, and she sighed dramatically, snuggling closer. "No," she admitted, voice muffled against his chest. "Still feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Still kinda want to bite you."

Jimin snorted. "Love-sick little puppy," he murmured, rolling onto his back and dragging her with him so she was sprawled on top of him.

She hummed, clearly unbothered. "Maybe. But that’s your fault."

"How so?" he asked, arching a brow.

"You did all that…" She waved a lazy hand before pressing her palm against his chest, right over his heartbeat. "And then you cuddled me. You even kissed my forehead. That’s, like, prime boyfriend behavior. How am I supposed to recover from that?"

Jimin huffed a laugh, shaking his head. "You’re ridiculous."

"And you’re stuck with me now," she mumbled, already dozing off again.

Jimin just smirked, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Yeah, I know."

She suddenly stiffened against him, and Jimin felt it immediately. Her fingers curled against his chest as she lifted her head, blinking at him with wide, uncertain eyes.

"Wait…" she whispered, her voice hesitant. "Are you my boyfriend?"

Jimin stared at her for a second, then smirked. "Dunno, love-sick puppy. Are you asking?"

Her face turned so red he thought she might actually explode. "Jimin!" she huffed, swatting his chest.

He chuckled, enjoying teasing her far too much, but when her lips wobbled ever so slightly, he softened. Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled them over so she was beneath him, tucked safely into the mattress. His hands cupped her cheeks, thumbs brushing soothing circles over her skin.

"Hey," he murmured, leaning in to press a soft kiss against her forehead. "Don’t go overthinking it, yeah?"

She still looked unsure, so he kissed her cheek. Then her nose. Then finally, her lips—slow and sweet, melting away her worries.

"You’re mine," he murmured against her lips. "Charm or no charm. You got that?"

She swallowed, eyes shining as she whispered, "Yeah… I got it."*

"Good," he said, smirking before stealing another kiss. "Now stop looking so cute before I keep you in bed all day."*

Just as things were getting soft and sweet, Jimin's clock let out a shrill ring, making both of them jump. It was the usual indicator to get up and start getting ready for the day, but right now, it was the most unwelcome sound in the world.

She groaned dramatically, burying her face in his chest. "Noooo..."

Jimin sighed, running a hand down his face. "Yeah, yeah. Time to get up."

She shook her head fiercely. "No. We pretend it didn’t happen."

He huffed a laugh. "We can’t just pretend time doesn’t exist, love."

"Why not?" she mumbled against his skin. "Let’s just stay here forever. Hibernate. Never go to class again."

"You hate mornings that much?"

"Yes."

Jimin chuckled, his fingers lazily tracing her spine. "I thought Hufflepuffs were supposed to be all bright and cheery in the mornings."

She peeked up at him, eyes narrowed. "What exactly do you think Hufflepuffs are like?"

He smirked. "Like little sunflowers. Always happy. Always smiling. Love waking up at the crack of dawn."

She looked personally offended. "We’re not golden retrievers, Jimin."*

"Could’ve fooled me," he teased, tapping her nose.

She swatted his hand away with a sleepy glare before sighing dramatically. "Fine. But only because I don’t wanna be late."*

Jimin grinned, giving her one last lingering kiss before finally—reluctantly—rolling out of bed. "Come on, love-sick puppy. Let’s get moving before your tiny Hufflepuff legs make you late."*

Jimin was on top of the world. He had just spent the entire night tangled up with a girl who made his heart race into oblivion—something he never thought would happen. The fact that she was still here, still looking at him like he hung the stars, had his chest feeling all warm and stupid.

And then she tried to stand up.

Tried.

Because the moment she got up, her legs wobbled, buckled, and—thud—she went down right on her ass.

Jimin froze for half a second before bursting into laughter. "Oh my god—"

"Don’t," she gritted out, glaring at him as she sat there, stunned.

"I’m sorry—" he wheezed, "I’m not laughing—"

"Yes, you are!"

"Okay, maybe a little—"

She groaned, covering her face as he knelt down beside her, wiping tears from his eyes. "You good, baby?"

"I hate you so much," she muttered.

He smirked, hooking an arm around her waist and effortlessly lifting her up. "Nah, you love me."*

"You’re the reason I can’t walk," she grumbled.

Jimin’s grin widened. "Damn right I am."*

Jimin wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his chest as his hands slid down to her waist. His fingers glowed faintly as he channeled just enough magic to ease the worst of her soreness—but not enough to take it all away.

She shivered as the warmth spread through her, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "That feels nice..."

"Mhm." Jimin smirked, pressing a lazy kiss against her temple. "Just enough so you can walk straight, but you’re still gonna feel it, sweetheart."

Her eyes snapped open, narrowing at him. "You did that on purpose."

"Of course I did." He grinned, nipping at her earlobe. "Gotta make sure you remember last night every time you move today."*

She let out an exasperated groan, smacking his chest. "You’re the worst."

"And yet," he mused, tilting her chin up so their lips almost touched, "you still love me."*

She huffed but didn’t deny it. Not when he was looking at her like that. Not when her legs still felt like jelly.

Jimin had to help her sneak out of room and get back to her dorms.

She was practically vibrating with excitement as she threw herself onto her bed, kicking her legs and burying her face into her pillow. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" she squealed, rolling side to side. Her whole body felt like it was still buzzing from last night, and the fact that Jimin had been so... ugh, perfect made her want to melt into a puddle all over again.

She hugged her pillow tight, giggling to herself. The way he had looked at her. The way he had touched her. The way he had been so smug yet so sweet at the same time. It was too much.

Then, mid-kick, she froze.

"Shit."

Her panties were still ruined. Her skirt was still too short. Her entire body was still sore. And worst of all—she had to sneak through the halls looking like this.

"I cannot believe I just did the walk of shame out of Park Jimin’s room." She groaned, covering her face.

She needed a shower. Immediately.

Jumping up, she scrambled to gather fresh clothes, practically hopping into the bathroom. As the warm water cascaded down her skin, washing away the evidence of last night, she couldn’t stop the silly little smile on her face.

Yeah. She was totally, completely screwed.

By the time she was finally dressed and ready, she had already missed two of her classes. Brilliant. Just brilliant.

With a sigh, she scribbled out a quick letter of absence and dropped it off at the administration office before making her way to her third class—Potions.

The moment she stepped into the classroom, she felt it. His gaze.

Jimin was already in his usual seat, lounging back with that signature lazy smirk of his, his chin resting on his palm as he watched her. His eyes flicked over her, lingering for a second too long before his smirk deepened.

She felt her face heat up.

Don’t react. Don’t react.

She squared her shoulders and made her way to her usual seat, but the moment she walked past him, he shifted just enough for his fingers to ghost against the back of her thigh, just beneath the hem of her skirt.

She jumped and shot him a glare, but he only gave her an innocent tilt of his head, lips curling in amusement.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he murmured under his breath as she hurried to her seat. “Wouldn’t want you getting distracted during class.”

Oh, he was so annoying. And the worst part? She totally was distracted now.

She slumped in her seat right behind him, arms crossed as she willed herself to focus on anything but him.

But damn it, he smelled so good.

Like a mix of cedarwood, something slightly sweet, and him. She almost wanted to bury her face into his stupid uniform and just inhale.

Her gaze drifted upward. His back was broad, and his hair was slightly tousled from where she had tugged on it last night. She bit her lip, a shiver running through her at the memory.

And then there were his cheeks.

Had she ever noticed how puffy they were? Almost adorably so?

Her fingers twitched. She could just—just pinch them. Or bite him. Maybe right on his shoulder. Would he yelp? Would he glare at her?

She barely held back a giggle, pressing her lips together.

Unfortunately for her, Jimin felt her staring.

Without turning around, he casually tilted his head, voice low enough for only her to hear.

“See something you like, sweetheart?”

She jolted, nearly knocking over her ink bottle. “Wha—No! Shut up.”

Jimin chuckled, and she just knew he was grinning. Damn him.

She was a fussy little thing the entire class, and it was adorable.

Every time Jimin moved, she huffed. Every time he stretched, she squirmed in her seat. When he casually glanced back at her, she glared like he had personally offended her ancestors.

And of course, this did not go unnoticed.

His friends exchanged glances. Other students whispered amongst themselves. The whole damn class seemed to be aware of the tension crackling between them.

So when the lesson ended and Jimin, without a word, grabbed her wrist and whisked her away, the entire room collectively gasped.

Somebody actually dropped a potion vial.

“What the hell—?”

“Are they—?”

“No way—”

The murmurs grew louder, but Jimin couldn’t have cared less.

He dragged her into a quieter hallway, barely suppressing a smirk as she squirmed in his grasp.

“You’re making a scene,” she hissed, cheeks pink.

“You were the one acting all fussy in class,” he shot back, finally slowing down. “You think I wouldn’t notice?”

She crossed her arms, lips pursed. “I wasn’t—”

Jimin suddenly stepped closer, tilting his head.

“You were staring,” he murmured. “You wanted something, didn’t you?”

Her breath hitched. He was so close. Smug, teasing, infuriatingly attractive—

She huffed again, looking away.

“…I wanted to bite you.”

Jimin blinked.

And then he grinned.

“Well, sweetheart,” he purred, voice thick with amusement. “Be my guest.”

Jimin had fully expected her to go for his neck. Maybe his lips if she was feeling particularly bold.

But no.

She fully assaulted his cheeks.

It wasn’t just one bite either. It was a full-on ambush.

First, she chomped down on his right cheek—not too hard, but enough to make him jolt. Then, before he could even react, she grabbed his face and bit his left cheek.

Jimin stood there, baffled.

“What the hell—”

She pulled back, eyes sparkling with mischief, looking so damn pleased with herself. “I told you I wanted to bite you.”

He blinked. Stunned.

“Your… my cheeks?” He ran a hand over his face, as if trying to process what just happened. “Out of everything—”

“They were puffy.” She shrugged, arms crossing as if that was reason enough. “You looked edible.”

Jimin was at a loss for words. Genuinely.

For years, he had been the one tormenting her. Teasing her. Getting under her skin. And now? Now, she was the one catching him off guard.

And dammit, it was adorable.

“…You’re ridiculous,” he finally muttered, rubbing his cheek with an exasperated sigh.

She grinned. “And you love it.”

He didn’t even bother denying it.

The more he spent time with her. The more guilty ridden he got.

She was adorable, slightly dumb like she was missing a brain or two, gullible, stupidly gorgeous, funny, mischievous, caring (she stayed by his side the whole time he was sick and hand fed him)

gave him flowers whenever he gave her flowers.

gave him trinkets just because they reminded her of him.

One day she caught him brooding about these things.

He looked like he could cry

She found him in one of his usual hiding spots—a quiet nook in the library, away from prying eyes. His arms were crossed, his brows furrowed so deeply it looked like he was on the verge of a crisis.

“Why do you look like you’re about to cry?” she asked, plopping down beside him without a care in the world.

Jimin stiffened, eyes flickering to her before quickly looking away. “I’m not.”

She squinted at him. “You so are.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m not—”

She reached out and poked his cheek. “Are too.”

He let out a heavy sigh, leaning back against the wall, arms tightening around himself. His usual arrogance, his teasing smirks—all gone. He just looked… haunted.

“…Why are you so nice to me?” he finally asked, voice quiet.

She blinked. “Huh?”

“You know how I treated you.” His voice was bitter, self-loathing. “For years. I was an ass to you. I bullied you. And now…” He trailed off, swallowing hard. “You do all these things. You… you stay with me when I’m sick. You give me flowers, trinkets. You’re just… good to me.”

Her lips parted in realization.

Jimin let out a dry, humorless chuckle, shaking his head. “I don’t get it.”

She tilted her head, watching him closely. Then, after a moment, she simply said, “Because I like you.”

He froze.

She scooted closer, nudging his leg with hers. “You think too much.” Her voice was light, teasing, but her eyes were soft. “If I didn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t be.”

Jimin swallowed, staring at her like he didn’t know what to do with himself. Like he was desperately trying to understand how she could be so kind to him despite everything.

After a long silence, she reached into her pocket and pulled something out. A tiny, carved wooden star.

“Here.” She placed it in his palm, curling his fingers over it. “It reminded me of you.”

Jimin stared down at it, his throat tightening.

This girl—this stupidly sweet, wonderful girl—was going to ruin him.

Jimin stared down at the tiny wooden star she placed in his palm, fingers twitching around it. His throat felt tight, and for once, he had no clever remark, no teasing smirk—just silence.

She sighed and scooted even closer, her warmth seeping into him. Something he had learned about her: personal space did not exist.

"You think too much," she murmured, resting her head lightly against his shoulder. "And I think… I understand why."

He stiffened slightly, but she didn’t pull away.

"Do you remember that Quidditch match? The one where you were MVP?" she asked softly.

Jimin's jaw clenched. Of course, he did. He played perfectly that day—flawless technique, the crowd chanting his name, a victory secured in record time. And yet, the only thing burned into his memory was the look of disdain in his mother’s eyes.

She continued before he could reply. "I was there. And, well… I saw her. The way she looked at you."

Jimin inhaled sharply.

"I shouldn't have eavesdropped, I know," she admitted, shifting against him. "I couldn't hear much, but I gathered enough." Her voice turned quiet, almost pained. "It made me feel terrible."

Jimin was frozen, unsure of where she was going with this.

She fiddled with the hem of her sleeve. "I tell everyone I'm an orphan, but… that's not true. My parents abandoned me. They shipped me off to Hogwarts and never looked back." She let out a humorless chuckle. "They were always cruel. Cold. So, I get it. Parents are supposed to shape us, nurture us. But when they don’t… people sometimes…do things that go against their nature."

Jimin’s grip tightened around the tiny star.

She turned to look up at him then, her expression unbearably soft. "After that match, I stopped fighting you when you bullied me."

His breath hitched. "What?"

"If messing with me gave you even a moment of solace—any kind of relief—I figured… I’d let you have it," she said simply. "You deserved much more than that. You deserved the whole world."

Jimin felt something break inside him.

"And now that I know you," she continued, voice filled with warmth, "now that I’ve seen you—the real you—I’m gonna make sure you never forget that again."

His entire body tensed.

He had no words, no way to process the emotions slamming into him all at once. Guilt. Longing. An ache so deep he could barely breathe around it.

So instead of speaking, he did the only thing he could do.

He pulled her into his arms and held her—tight.

Jimin let out a choked laugh, still clutching her close. His chest ached in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant. How could she just… say things like that? Like it was the most natural thing in the world to care about him?

She pulled back just enough to pepper his face in quick, fluttery kisses—his cheeks, his nose, his forehead—before settling back into his embrace.

"Before that Quidditch match," she confessed, voice muffled against his shoulder, "I had originally planned to hex you into a frog."

Jimin blinked. "Excuse me?"

She giggled, pulling back to look at him with an impish grin. "Yep. And then I was gonna put a love spell on you so you'd have to kiss me to turn back to normal."

His jaw dropped. "You—what?"

"But I stopped myself!" she hurried to say, eyes twinkling. "I thought it’d be mean."

Jimin scoffed. "Oh, that was too mean?"

"Yes," she said with a firm nod, "because you’d be a really pretty frog, and I might’ve been too tempted to keep you that way forever."

He groaned, but his lips twitched. "Unbelievable."

She wiggled happily in his lap, clearly pleased with herself. Then, as if it was an afterthought, she muttered, "Oh, and I hate Butterbeer."

Jimin blinked again. "What?"

She huffed, pouting. "The first time I tried it, I hated it."

"Then why—"

"Because you like it," she said, poking his chest. "You always stole my milkshakes, so I figured if I got Butterbeer instead, you would take it, and I wouldn’t have to drink it."

His mouth parted slightly, something unreadable flickering in his gaze.

She giggled, clearly pleased with her own genius. "So, technically, I’ve never actually had to drink it! I just sneak milkshakes at night instead."

Jimin stared at her.

Then he pressed his forehead against hers with a groan. "You’re going to be the death of me."

She beamed. "But what a way to go!"

[slaaverin]

OK, let's keep the discussion going.

Here's one aspect of AYS I haven't seen anyone specifically discuss yet: JK's mood bordered on being downright testy at times. Jimin called him out on it in Connecticut, Jeju and Sapporo even though it wasn't readily obvious to the viewer that he was in fact cranky, so it seemed maybe most of it was cut out by editing.

The one that shocked me the most was after the water pistol battle where Jimin was supposedly getting even with him and Tae after they squirted him mercilessly when he wasn't feeling well. They didn't really show what happened but Jimin all of a sudden apparently became the bad guy and Jungkook was saying "I'm furious!" wtf?? Dying to know the real story there!

Followed by when JK made his meal and invited the staff, who don't immediately come, then Tae said they should hurry up and eat before they get an earful from JK. And Jimin follows up saying JK is scary when he's angry (so they should comply). All in good fun... except when taken together with previous signs of cranky.

He chewed out Tae over nothing, menaced Jimin with chopsticks over nothing, my boy was so stressed!

In Sapporo, Jimin flat out asks him why he's so angry these days, and JK says he's just pretending for the show. Do we believe him? Would Jimin really not know if he was genuinely cranky?

Thoughts?

Ahhh anon I get where you're coming from but my perception of all of this was not really cut through, I think there is nuance to all of it so I can't make the definitive statement that Jungkook was "cranky" during AYS.

I felt him a little unsettled in CT at first, but I think it's because he was sick, because he was unsure about what would be the show, because he had missed Jimin a lot so he still had the frustration from the month before and also because he was just coming out from a very stressful schedule.

But it was only in the beginning afterwards it got easier.

In Jeju Jungkook was on edge for different reasons. In the first episode it seemed he felt left out from Jimin and Tae, which was not what he wanted for this trip. I'm speculating but I think they must have had a talk with Jimin because in episode 2 they had that conversation with Tae to remind him he was a guest and afterwards things were more smooth and jikook got more time together which seemed to ease a little bit of the tension. During the water fight there was this hidden bathroom where we couldn't see in and I think something happened in there that wasn't showed. His "I'm furious" was for fun. I just think Jimin pulled out one of his slytherin trick off camera.

Honestly I think JK is simply being his baby alpha self, he's always been this way.

In Sapporo it was just for fun. I think he believes him playing the baby alpha is entertaining for us.

So yes, I saw the tension at times, but it was not the generality either. I found Jungkook pretty at ease and relaxed and enjoying the moment too.

But many factors came into play.

They were also so close to military service and this could stress out anybody.

This plus his schedule plus the desire to spend real quality time with Jimin plus the "I want to be entertaining enough for the show, I want it to be a good show" so mostly he was just playing.

It's also in his character to be assertive and sometimes a little bit dominant but since we never really followed him over that long period of time interacting with other people it comes as a shock but if you looked at him closely over the years there always was little comments here and there about this part of his personality.

Of course here it's a bit blown out of proportion but I personally didn't find any of this very shocking.

If he was a bit on edge he had good reasons every time, it was not over nothing, and the other times it was for fun.

I enjoyed immensely Jungkook showing his authentic self during the show, he was chatty, he was excited, he was smiling a lot, he was still his protector self towards Jimin and having loads of fun with him.

So to be those parts where there was tension was not what I took out from the show from him.

Despite those little moments he was really, really happy and it showed that those trips meant a lot to him. "They're the best trips I ever had in my life"

I think he really enjoyed all of it, so those little moments are for me only a second thoughts because I think it doesn't really matter. That's not what he took from it. He didn't see any of it as bad, so neither should we I believe.

I think his baby alpha self is a charm of his personality. Jimin lets him because Jimin enjoys it a lot, it makes him laugh, it makes him blush, it's all a fun flirty game and it's not that serious.

Jimin didn't seem that fazed over his antics. He played along.

I think overall Jungkook was his sweet self and it was really a joy to watch.

But of course that's only my thoughts and opinion 😌

Thank you for your ask and take care anon 💜

[seoul-bros]

Are you sure? Ep. 1

Jikook fitted so much into the very limited time they had available to them to make the show. The kayaking came at the end of a long day in which JK performed on GMA, they drove up to Connecticut, Jimin had a "not my style" gorgonzola burger for lunch, they bought matching clothes and were recognised by ARMY at the local sportswear store (we've still got it) and drank craft beer at High Nine Brewing. They did all that before they even got to the kayaking.

Have to say the kayaking is one of my favourite bits of Episode 1. Remember this is before we know that Jimin has been battling a stomach bug all day. Seeing him here really drives home how determined he is that the filming should be a success, perhaps with the idea that they might then do more later on.

JK jumping straight into the kayak without assistance, bounding with confidence, only to overturn before even leaving the dock.

His ego is a little bruised but he handles it with good grace even with Slytherin Jimin enjoying this moment a little too much as he paddles smoothly away and sits watching birds and admiring the scenery from afar.

I love it when the staff member points out Jimin to Jungkook and starts chuckling.

It really must be non-stop amusement and endearment filming or even just being with these two. Remember this guy?

Jungkook though has another idea. Who said Jimin was the only Slytherin in BTS?

"Flip over" (do it for me, Jimin-ah) but he doesn't insist when Jimin gives him a hard no and they continue their kayaking with photos and a beautiful sunset over the water.

Cr. to Busan Baes and others for original clips

Then it's a quick souvenir purchase before setting off for dinner a their cabin in the woods where everything goes very quickly down hill for Jimin. This definitely didn't turn out to be the first night together either of them had in mind.

Post Date: 09/08/2024

[beautifulpersonpeach]

BPP what is your honest view on Jimin biases?

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A lot of y'all are down bad for that man. Down something horrendous my goodness.

Not that I blame you though.

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Btw, I was watching fancams with friends again last night and we played this one:

How does he move the way he does? /gen. You can see the strength he infuses into every move, down to his fingertips when he dances.

Do you see that form?

(???)

There are many dancers in k-pop who impress me, some I'd place in the best dancers globally, but Jimin is easily the top ranked in nearly every category IMO, no matter the context. He's a real artist. It's not in him to half-ass a performance, no matter his condition. He gives his all and that's something that both inspires and troubles me about him.

I don't even bias him and Jimin induces some insanity in me from time to time. It's just what he is. Nobody who pays attention to him can react normally to him, everyone gets drawn disproportionately to him. Imagine how tiring that must be for him to know sometimes. And no offense to Jimin biases but I genuinely believe you have to be a little bit off kilter to be able to commit to being chosen by him.

Because Jimin is the sort of person you need... space to love.

Jimin is..

Jimin uses whatever misalignment is in you, eases his way into you to fix that offset, remove that imbalance. The way he is... when you fall under his effect it's like he takes up space inside you. As though he deserves and will take nothing less. In my honest opinion that's one way I perceive him. But then you open your eyes and realize the man is the softest marshmallow, a kind and truly measured person with exceptional emotional and practical intelligence. A Slytherin to the bone, a living shape-shifter, so attuned and sensitive to everything.

And he doesn't really demand anything. He's just so loved people want to commit to supporting him. His charismatic idol persona is just as attractive as his naturally shy but mischievous personality off the clock. It really doesn't get much more perfect than this for any celebrity ever.

Like, sometimes I wonder if Jimin goes to bed at night fearing he might one day destroy k-pop. In real practical terms. I wonder if Jimin agonizes over the fact that he's the most dangerous person in the industry. Knowing him, he probably doesn't but it's still something that as I've said before, needs to be said.

(Between you and me, I think he's yet to come to terms with it. Poor lad.)

Anyway, Jimin biases are actually in love with the man and I'd like to present some evidence both as a self-confession, and in support.

Exhibits

(...)

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(Do you remember where you were the first time you noticed he has a dimple?)

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(His look for this shoot is criminally underrated. He had easily the best chic styling for any idol in 2021.)

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(Orange, yellow, and bright mustard are all good colours on him.)

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(Yeah.... he's something else.)

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Alright, now that I've answered this one, that's enough of the Jimin bias asks for now. I'll be ignoring all the rest for the next while.

Remember to keep streaming. :)

[not-goldy]

Sometimes I wish Jimin stop being so secretive on cam and basically a wallflower. I wish he speaks up more and calls out BS immediately, especially during lives like JK/Tae or Joon does or is it because he doesn't get much wierd comments 🤔. Also stop being so fucking humble.. like sir you are a history maker, everything you release are organic hits, have a huge fanbase, your bdays are celebrated as Christmas day, why tf would you think you don't even deserve a music show win ?????? Own your success and skills please 🤧

And I also wish JK stop being so impulsive, saying and doing absolute dumbest things 🤧 sometimes he sounds like those cocky boys who will say they'll make you come thrice in a row and will climax within 2 seconds lol. He's so cocky; knows he's hot and his impact but at the same time he still don't know what he really needs. So I wish he becomes more mature and get his shit together asap

Maybe if they use share these qualities a bit with each other it will be fine lol. JK sharing some of his cockiness with Jimin so he can go 'yeah that me, Park Jimin' bitches 💅' and Jimin sharing some of his level headness with JK, so he can think before doing and saying some things 🥲

Idk how they are even navigating through their relationship when both are on opposite ends of attitude and lifestyles, like is that even possible ? Won't both parties get sick of each other soon? ... or maybe like you said JK is the freedom Jimin is craving for and Jimin is the leash JK very much needed 🤷‍♀️

Set me free was liberating for me and I think Jungkook too cos he stamped his approval on it like you could tell Jimin frustrates him sometimes with the kill them with kindness vibes he has going on.

And I know Jimin is not a push over too cos there's some really hard core ghettoness buried deep inside his slytherine heart- he is the master of self control cos I'll be getting canceled every second if I were him🥲🥲🥲

I'll be dropping mid night rants talking bout yall could never be me😭😭😭😭🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Hash tag jealous

Hash tag up in your man's arms 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

And he lowkey be shading too but we don't talk about that🥲

He's constantly trolling haters posting Jungkook shirtless, leaning on him kissing up on him daring yall to come for Kook if he's your mans💔💔💔💔

This literally him on these streets he eats and wink

Shade is cool Jimin but throw the damn tree too🤣

They are both fascinating.

Oh lord not 2 seconds 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

You is going to hell for that😭😭😭🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Not gonna lie, I do enjoy his chaotic character most times. I'm big on diversity. If everyone acted the same way they'd be boring as hell plus I like my BTS a tad crackheads🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

JUNGKOOK'S a vibe. Not many idols like him. He be be tanking on the idol part sometimes- I don't think he even sees or thinks of himself as an idol😭😭🤣🤣

An idol is a whole personna carefully curated to appeal to an audience- when I tell you Jungkook ain't curating shit for no one and to please no one😭😭😭😭😭

Tell him to do aigoo I dare ya🤣🤣🤣😭😭😭😭

Sometimes I just play his memes and sleep. It's the new Netflix and chill for me.

Doesn't take himself too too serious, easy going non judgemental, quirky😭😭😭

And he is very relatable. We all don't say the right things all the time, or do the right things and overthink everything.

Some people don't find that attractive in Idols but I like it. That that I like that

Im a bit of a crack head myself so.... anywho

For an idol, yea perhaps he could be a bit more controlled and polished but not too much cos then he'd lose relatability and seem outta touch.

Frankly I think they are both perfect as they are💀

I wouldn't change much but you are right they both could influence eachother a bit and they do TRUST. 💜

[dearjoons]

I found my gold but they don't accept anon asks AND are on a tiny hiatus too so... :)

But basically it was a soft-mafiahusband!yoongi like angsty & i guess a bit dark but if you wanna try it too then absolutely make it softer or however you like it!!! XD ( I LOVE ANGSTT W A GOOD ENDING HEHE AND WITH YOUR HEADCANONS???!!!)

Again idk its just an idea and olso slytherin!jimin is olso gold!! Or shall i say diamond now!?!😌✋️

IMSTILLSOSORRY😭😭😭ILY😭😭

-💟 mwahmwahmwahh

that’s so upsetingggg i’m sorry girl 💔💔 i would SO take this on if i was sure i could do it justice but unfortunately im not the best at executing this sorta au/vibe 🙁

also EEEK thank uuuu i indeed did love writing slytherin!jimin and im glad u guys happily accepted my half-assed work 🙌🏼

u have nothing to be sorry abt girl ily this has been so funny

[curio-queries]

Run BTS: 058 | BTS Chef part 2

Original Air Date: 08 JAN 2019 Episode Length: 33:17 Total Parts: 2 YouTube English Subtitles: No Title Song: Idol

Synopsis: Continuation of the previous part. The guys are now cooking their assigned dishes.

Production: This episode honestly feels too chaotic for me. The coverage is cramped and there are a lot of shots where the audience isn't really directed where to focus their eyes even with the audio cues. This is an easy one for the casual watcher to get lost in purely due to the production and not because of a complex concept.

Endearment: The guys themselves seem a bit affected by the chaos. They either don't get great screentime because they're focusing on the task at hand or it's hammed up (I'm looking at you RM and Hobi!)

Winner: RM, YG, JH

Loser: JM, V

Best Cheater: I'm so tempted to list RM and Hobi for getting EVERYONE to help them with their only assingment, but I think I'll actually choose Jimin and V for the salt in Suga's drink. Our wonderful little slytherin.

Member Moments:

RM: RM and Hobi starting off hot with thinking a salad spinner is a blender. bless their hearts

JN: Jin, thank goodness you were babysitting the 94z and stopped them from using the other team's pasta as garlic!

YG: Again, my favorite aspect of Yoongi's personality: his quiet confidence. he just does what he needs to and isn't bothered by the chaos around him.

JH: Hobi literally getting Jin to help them strip the basil leaves 🤣😂😆

JM: Jimin is absolutely demonstrating his competence this episode as well.

V: Ah, V waiting most of the episode for the water to boil.

JK: JK, ever the helpful maknae

Bonus Content: Great moments, explains quite a bit of what we only got hints of in the episode.

CQ Rank: 3

(CQ Eval Date: 26 MAR 2024)

Check out this post for my Masterlist of all episodes and descriptions of how I'm evaluating these.

Previous Episode: 057

Next Episode: 059

[lullabyalikpoptarot]

hi!! jimin once said he was a slytherin, and i always felt that about him. i feel like he's a bit more cunning and sneaky than fans catch on or how he presents himself. do you think this is true? do you sense a manipulative energy surrounding him?

I got a semblance of manipulating energy in the last asks I did of him, but overall, I don't really get bad vibes from him, but I'll get a clearer picture whenever I do their shadow/moral compass reading whenever I get to that.

[borathae]

Chapter 9

THE WARNINGS oh my god ooh ma gad im excited for this but im scared after last chapter

OH MY GOD HE IS WEARING THE SLUTTY GLASSES 😋🤤😩🥵 the smut is understandable

Uhm…not really, but do you have to? mood💀

ooh vampire books, she is trying to connect stuff i see u gurl

omg the tension is still there even after a week damn

If he messes up the little markings you put in there, you will personally end him. PERIODT

oops joon was here to study welp or is he?? 👀everything is sus here, its soo sad ........... i love it (jimin is such a slytherin for saying that xd)

Oh dear, really?” Namjoon gasps. hunty i can hear the fakeness through a screen and thats saying something

Don’t read this, it doesn’t make sense” oh so this is the one that might be true huh

This story however is claimed to be the babbling of a drunken person did jin make it haha

oh my god im cringing and dying please joon go away, get a stomachache or something and go to the toilet, let there be an earthquake, urgent phone call aaah😭😭

as if someone else was controlling it for a moment while your consciousness is still trapped inside and is trying to escape. But it can’t, so you have to do what your body tells you to do whilst panicking inside. no, but similar one is anxiety attack from the moment you woke up, your consciousness all confused cuz there is nothing to panic but ur body does anyways

list soo long, she wrote it down damn 😭😭

is joon genuinely shocked about the bite marks NO SHE TOUCHED HIS CANINES I-

my canines were really sharp when they were new, and i bit a girl cuz she accidentally choked me and there was 1 deep puncture and small puncture on her hand 😭😭thankfully it didnt get infected

holy shit now we dont know if he is lying or not

nah yall aint gonna study, its going to be jimin pt 2

Namjoon’s steps are silent another sign yall

holy crap, I literally can’t remember.” did joon do that, or is it all jimin and tae's "good night's sleep"?

im losing my mind seeing her losing her mind and joon just scaring both of us AAAAH

I thought you were a complete snob, but you are actually really sweet aHa aHa 😃

they just look a little intimidating. they do until u see them for more than a minute

“Oh ___, you are adorable im starting to think anyone saying this is weird

I’ve talked with you enough to know that your mind has enchanted me OH MY GOD AJBFQ XLAH;CWOUIRA he is not weird/scary and im not scared TAKE ME DADDY IM YOURS

SEXY AND SMART JOON SAYS IM SMART AND WITTY I GOT THE ULTIMATE COMPLIMENT IN LIFE MY JOB IS DONE BYE

HE LIFTED MY CHIN AND WHISPERED “Don’t turn away from me DIED

HOLY FUCK IM GONE DIED EVAPORATED PHOTOSYNTHESIZING

OH MY GOD ITS TOO HOT, I FORGOT WE WERE IN THE LIBRARY

HE SAID PLEASE NO WAY WE WORE UGLY PANTIES

“Hush, it’s okay. Relax IM RELAXED, CALLED ME GOOD GIRL WHAT THE HEL KSDAHDLSKK AFL *turns on fan

ok suddenly im scaredbye NO THE LIBRARIAN SAW US BYE IM SHAVING MY HEAD, EYEBROW AND GETTING FACE PIERCING AND TATTOOS

STOP WE U APPEARED IN FRONT ME STOP LYING AAHAHHAHAJ she is having the same conversation again gosh aaah what power does that screaming have? shit its wednesday and she doesnt know fuck

im more confused and scared and pls just hang out 2seok and kook bye 😭😭😭😭😭

OH MY GOD HE IS WEARING THE SLUTTY GLASSES 😋🤤😩🥵 the smut is understandable

lmaoaooaoao ME FR jfjasdjf also a black turtleneck. the smut is understandable.

Uhm…not really, but do you have to? mood💀

fjdasjf me when men

ooh vampire books, she is trying to connect stuff i see u gurl

LIKE MISS GURL IS SO CLEVER I LOVE HER

omg the tension is still there even after a week damn

akdfkasj me fr like he could get it so hard

oops joon was here to study welp or is he?? 👀everything is sus here, its soo sad ........... i love it (jimin is such a slytherin for saying that xd)

JDFJAJFS no but what was he doing there fr??

Oh dear, really?” Namjoon gasps. hunty i can hear the fakeness through a screen and thats saying something

JFJASDJF he is like *acts shocked* oh no

oh my god im cringing and dying please joon go away, get a stomachache or something and go to the toilet, let there be an earthquake, urgent phone call aaah😭😭

lmaoao the fear is understandable

as if someone else was controlling it for a moment while your consciousness is still trapped inside and is trying to escape. But it can’t, so you have to do what your body tells you to do whilst panicking inside. no, but similar one is anxiety attack from the moment you woke up, your consciousness all confused cuz there is nothing to panic but ur body does anyways

fun fact? i took inspo from my panic attacks JFAJDFJ help me god

list soo long, she wrote it down damn 😭😭

like she is so clever for that though

is joon genuinely shocked about the bite marks NO SHE TOUCHED HIS CANINES I-

"genuinely shocked" HAHHAHAH yes indeed very shocked indeed. also her touching his teeth is so funny like HFHADSHF

my canines were really sharp when they were new, and i bit a girl cuz she accidentally choked me and there was 1 deep puncture and small puncture on her hand 😭😭thankfully it didnt get infected

honestly deserved cause why is she at your neck?

holy crap, I literally can’t remember.” did joon do that, or is it all jimin and tae's "good night's sleep"?

mhmhmmh indeeed mmhmhmmh

im losing my mind seeing her losing her mind and joon just scaring both of us AAAAH

me fr

I thought you were a complete snob, but you are actually really sweet aHa aHa 😃

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH GIRL.

“Oh ___, you are adorable im starting to think anyone saying this is weird

NO BUT YOU AREN'T WRONG FOR THAT JFASJDFAJ imma stick with Yoongi who is rude af to us JFJADSFJ

I’ve talked with you enough to know that your mind has enchanted me OH MY GOD AJBFQ XLAH;CWOUIRA he is not weird/scary and im not scared TAKE ME DADDY IM YOURS

LMAOAO ME FR

SEXY AND SMART JOON SAYS IM SMART AND WITTY I GOT THE ULTIMATE COMPLIMENT IN LIFE MY JOB IS DONE BYE

jfajdsjf felt.

HE LIFTED MY CHIN AND WHISPERED “Don’t turn away from me DIED

BRO NO JOKE ME FR lmoaoa you losing your ass over the smut is so me like if he wasn't so weird about it, i'd be on my knees gobbling him up

ok suddenly im scaredbye NO THE LIBRARIAN SAW US BYE IM SHAVING MY HEAD, EYEBROW AND GETTING FACE PIERCING AND TATTOOS

lmaoaooao

STOP WE U APPEARED IN FRONT ME STOP LYING AAHAHHAHAJ she is having the same conversation again gosh aaah what power does that screaming have? shit its wednesday and she doesnt know fuck

NO BUT THIS IS WHERE IT GETS SCARY BECAUSE WTFFFFFFF

im more confused and scared and pls just hang out 2seok and kook bye 😭😭😭😭😭

honestly?? she should really do that cause 😭

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You explained it so very well here. I get jungkook's irritation by constantly getting babied by this big fandom (wish that could change) but he also has to understand that a part of the fandom has seen him grow from like 15-16 years to 26 years now so they do see him as a younger boy than other members. And the fandom also needs to understand that he's grown up and for someone that age it is frustrating when you hear it again and again. Idt the image is gonna change suddenly but hope people work on it (the fandom).

Tbh i never got the choreo for my time like i always think that it does not suit the lyrics of the songs. Good thing many don't know korean so when you hear the song with that music without knowing the lyrics it sounds a sexy song and not some deep meaning song.

Won't comment on seven and 3D cause that's not my cup of tea so yeah

I hope he does realises that there's better way to form the image he wants to form infact I'll say it will be just like how he wants if he actually releases songs like his other solo songs. I love all of his solo songs. He's a great artist, capable of alot of things. A seven one time is fine but a 3D in a row is mehhh. Those lyrics definitely won't give you the image you want it but your own songs like swy, my time, euphoria, decalcomania etc.

We honestly don't have a problem with fun loving songs but if you gonna throw "i wanna fk you" kind of lyrics every two sentence then....

And yes he does loves it when someone calls him cool and sexy. I have been noticing it since like two years now cause he's been mentioning that he wants to get compliment as cool from two years now.

Then there's jimin like you call him cute and he'll fold cutely and will act more like cutie pattootie.

Tbh, it's not just about him growing up in front of us (even if not in real time). Fandoms like this naturally have jealous and possessive fans, and some fans are less than mature about it. Him being babied is partially the result of him being the maknae, but there are other factors. If RM and Suga were the ones caught smoking it wouldn't be an issue, and a dating "scandal" wouldn't be as big of a deal, so it's always worse for Jungkook, but fans reacting badly to normal stuff is just part of being an idol. That's why Jungkook's plan to look more "mature" so fans see him that way is flawed. Suga has a "rougher" image so he can "get away" with more, but he's also less popular. The maknae line's considerable popularity over the hyung line's more than half the reason why things are always worse for them. It goes beyond having an innocent image.

The thing with Jimin, though, is that he's always been "cutie, sexy, lovely". His cuteness is also sexy. Jimin is the cutest, but his resting face is serious and mature. He's always been very thoughtful, flirty, sometimes savage, and headcanoned a Slytherin. Jimin was never babied like Jungkook. He likes being called cute and leans into it, but he knows fans are always losing it over him being sexy and calling him hot. His duality is well know and he isn't at all defined or limited by being the number 1 cutie - there's power in being cute and Jimin likes that power and uses it to his advantage (to tease and please the fans). It's also different with Jimin because in the beginning he acted a bit tough and manly, and shared how freeing it was to just be himself and drop the act. To him being cute and babied is funny and flattering, though when fans take it too far he sets them straight. It's different from Jungkook because he wasn't forced to rip his shirt off on stage as a 17 or 18 year old rookie like Jimin, who developed a reputation for being sexy...

I'm too tired for my reply to be coherent, but thanks for the ask!

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we as a jimin nation doesn't talk enough about jimin's dark side. he's a slytherin you know. he's not always sunshine and rainbows. there's a reason he's one of the members that u wouldn't want to come across when he's mad MAD. he's an angel but he's not a saint and that's so human and sexy of him

come on jimin tell me your darkest and dirtiest secret

That is so true.

Like I said jimin rarely shares anything about his personal life. And I'm sure he has so many layers to his personality but we only see a little bit of it.

He's so mysterious it's soooo sexy.

Also I think I've said this before but from jimin's latest trip to NY, one of the people who were talking about jm and jk outings, they said jimin looks intimidating. I was like oh my god....

He seems to be the kindest human being on the earth until someone messes with him. Like he's good with you until you're good with him. But he also knows how to put you in your place if you wrong him. All members said that jimin is the scariest when angry. It's kinda hot ngl. I'm like yes sir put me in my place.

I'm pretty sure he's good in bed too😏...... Okay fine I'll shut up now. 🤭

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HEXED HEARTS | part 1.

Pairing : Slytherin Jimin x Huffle puff Reader

Word count : 18k words

Authors note : I AM BACK!!! Ik it's been a LONG time since I posted LMAO but my exams are going on and I really need to focus lol. This had been in my requests for a long time lol. Also I haven't really watched Harry potter. So my apologies if there's something inaccurate in it. But I hope you enjoy it. ALSO this was originally supposed to be one part but it got too long T T. So it's now a 3 part story because of the word count limit.

PART 2 | PART 3

Warning : Smut, spell, mentions of poison, Sexual penetration, PWP, cunnilingus, intercourse, oral sex (F receiving), bullying, threats, enemies to lover???, masturbation, accidental voyeurism.

Synopsis :

Jimin, a cocky Slytherin, relentlessly bullies the sweet, naive little Hufflepuff. After accidentally hitting her with a charm, she becomes love-struck and overly vulnerable. Despite her efforts to hide it, her innocence makes her an easy target for his teasing and the manipulations of others, leaving her trapped in confusion and desire. In an attempt to revert her back to normal...things take an interesting turn.

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Jimin leaned against the cold stone wall of the Hufflepuff common room entrance, his usual smug grin plastered on his face as he watched the young Hufflepuff girl approach. She was just about to pass him, her arms clutching a freshly bought butterbeer from the Hogwarts kitchen, when he blocked her path with a lazy flick of his wand.

"Got something for me, love?" he teased, his voice dripping with mock sweetness as he eyed the bottle in her hands.

The girl, her name was Y/N, tried to sidestep him, but Jimin’s other hand shot out, snatching the bottle from her grip effortlessly.

"Hey!" she squeaked, her cheeks flushing a deep pink. “Give it back!”

Jimin didn’t even flinch, instead, he raised the bottle just out of her reach, savoring the discomfort he was causing. "Oh? Why should I?" he taunted, eyes glinting with a mischievous sparkle. "You’re so innocent, aren't you? Too sweet for your own good."

Y/N huffed, her breath shaky as she tried to stand her ground. She didn’t know what it was about him—how he could mock her so easily, take her things, laugh at her expense—and yet, she couldn’t ever seem to stay mad for long. There was something about him that made her heart race, even when she hated what he was doing to her.

Jimin saw the telltale flush creeping up her neck and smirked. Too easy. But then, an idea sparked in his mind. He flicked his wand again, just for fun, and whispered a quick incantation. A flash of light and—whoops—the charm hit her square in the chest.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, he noticed it.

Y/N blinked, her gaze locking on his, a soft, dazed look clouding her usually clear eyes. She bit her lip and swayed slightly, almost as though the world around her had lost its balance.

What the hell did I just do? Jimin thought, a cold shiver running down his spine. He’d only meant to play another prank, not... this.

"Y/N?" he asked, voice lower now, suddenly unsure of the situation.

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, her fingers tightened around the edges of her robes, and her breath came out in shallow bursts.

“Are you alright?” he pressed, though the devilish grin hadn’t left his face.

Y/N’s response wasn’t quite what he expected. She blinked at him again, as if seeing him for the first time, and said softly, “You’re... beautiful.”

Jimin’s smirk faltered.

He watched, almost fascinated, as she stumbled over her words, her hands fidgeting at her sides. Whatever he had done, it had affected her in ways he didn’t understand.

Well, this could be interesting.

But as she stood there, clearly confused by whatever magic had just altered her perception, Jimin couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was going to go horribly wrong.

This is getting really interesting—Jimin's slow realization of how much he messed up, combined with his initial indifference, adds a lot of tension. Here’s how the next scene could play out:

Jimin had never thought much about the aftermath of his teasing. He’d throw a snide comment here, steal a butterbeer there—nothing too serious. The little Hufflepuff was easy to rile up, her reactions far too amusing for him to stop. But lately... something had changed.

Over the past few weeks, Y/N has become strange. More sensitive to his taunts, more flustered than usual. It was almost too easy now. A simple smirk in her direction had her stammering, and sometimes—Merlin forbid—she would look at him with wide, starry eyes, as if he had just saved her from a dragon instead of, say, hexing her quill to scribble nonsense on her parchment.

He didn't think much of it. Maybe she was just being her usual naive self. Maybe she was just going through a phase.

But then, the whispers started.

Jimin had always known she was an easy target—too trusting, too kind for her own good—but lately, people were taking more advantage of her than before. The usual teasing had shifted into something uglier. More cruel. A few times, he caught her looking startled when a group of boys brushed past her too closely in the halls, or freezing up when someone flicked their wand and sent her books tumbling.

Still, he ignored it.

At least, he did until that night.

Jimin had been heading back to his dorm, barely paying attention as he strolled through the dimly lit corridors of the castle. The halls were mostly empty—curfew was approaching—when something made him pause.

A soft sniffle.

He turned the corner, brows furrowing, and what he saw made his stomach clench.

Y/N. Sitting on the cold stone floor, knees drawn up to her chest, her hands curled weakly around them. Her robes were slightly disheveled, her usually bright expression replaced by something hollow. The candlelight flickered against her skin, highlighting the bruises on her knees, a few more scattered on her hands and calves.

Jimin didn’t move at first.

He wasn’t sure why he felt that sudden, uncomfortable pang in his chest, but it was there, unwelcome and nagging.

Y/N sniffled again, rubbing at her eyes with the sleeve of her robe. She hadn’t noticed him yet.

Jimin should have walked away. Should’ve pretended he didn’t see.

Instead, he exhaled sharply and took a step forward. "Oi."

She flinched, her head snapping up. For a second, her dazed eyes met his, and he saw it—the hesitation, the lingering effect of whatever stupid charm he had hit her with.

"...Jimin?" she whispered, blinking in confusion.

He clenched his jaw.

"Tch. What are you doing sitting on the floor like a pathetic little lost kitten?" he muttered, crouching down to her level. His voice was sharp, but his movements were careful.

Y/N swallowed thickly, lowering her gaze. "I—I just... tripped," she lied, a weak attempt at brushing it off.

Jimin's eyes flickered over her bruises. Liar.

For the first time in weeks, his teasing words didn’t come. His usual smirk felt foreign on his lips.

Because deep down, a part of him knew—this wasn’t just some random accident. And the worst part?

It was his fault.

Jimin stayed crouched in front of her, his usual smirk absent, replaced by something unreadable. His sharp eyes scanned the bruises on her skin, the way her fingers trembled slightly as she gripped the fabric of her robe.

He clicked his tongue. "Who did this?"

Y/N blinked at him, eyes glassy from unshed tears.

He leaned in slightly, voice dropping into something firmer. "I’m serious, Y/N. Who? Was it those Ravenclaw pricks? Or was it Jeongmin again?"

She sniffled.

Jimin’s patience was wearing thin. He had seen the way people treated her lately—hell, he’d contributed to it—but even he had limits. This wasn’t just a bit of teasing anymore. Someone had hurt her.

“Y/N,” he pressed, a little softer this time, watching her lower lip wobble. “Tell me.”

Her fingers twisted in the fabric of her robes. Then, instead of answering, she let out a tiny, pitiful noise—half a sniffle, half a whimper—and pouted up at him, her wide eyes shimmering under the dim torchlight.

“Why is everyone so mean to me?”

Jimin froze.

For a moment, he didn’t know what to say. He had been ready for a name, for a snarky excuse, maybe even a dismissive I’m fine. But this? This small, defeated question?

It made something in his chest twist—tight and unfamiliar.

Y/N sniffled again, rubbing at her eyes with her sleeve. “I don’t—I don’t even do anything bad,” she hiccuped, voice cracking. "But—but they keep taking my things, and laughing, and—" she bit her lip, looking down. "Even when I say stop, they just laugh harder."

Jimin felt his fingers twitch.

For the first time, he actually looked at her. Not just as the gullible little Hufflepuff he loved to torment, not as the girl who got flustered too easily or tripped over her own feet.

But as someone who was genuinely hurting.

And the worst part? A good portion of that was his fault.

Jimin ran his tongue over his teeth, inhaling sharply. His pride wouldn’t let him soften completely, but for once, the usual amusement in his voice was gone when he muttered, "Tch. They’re idiots. They don’t know any better."

Y/N pouted harder. "But why?"

Jimin clenched his jaw. Why? Because you’re too trusting. Because you never fight back. Because you’re too soft for a school full of people who don’t deserve your kindness. Because—

Because I started it.

He exhaled sharply through his nose and stood up, brushing imaginary dust off his robes.

"Come on," he muttered, holding a hand out.

She blinked up at him. "Huh?"

"You heard me, Hufflepuff. Get up."

She hesitated, but when she finally placed her smaller hand in his, Jimin was hit with a sudden warmth. He ignored it, gripping her wrist and tugging her up to her feet.

She wobbled slightly, her balance off, and before he could think, Jimin’s hands found her waist to steady her.

Too close.

His breath hitched. Y/N was staring up at him again, wide-eyed, lips parted in surprise.

For a second, Jimin forgot why he was supposed to be mad. Why he was even here. All he could focus on was the way her fingers were gripping his sleeve like he was something safe. Like she trusted him.

Like he wasn’t the reason she was like this in the first place.

His grip on her waist tightened before he quickly let go. "Tch. Stop looking at me like that," he muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Like what?" she sniffled.

He rolled his eyes, turning on his heel. "Never mind."

But as he walked away, jaw tight, he knew one thing for certain—

This was his mess to clean up.

Jimin wasn’t the type to lose sleep over guilt.

But that night, as he lay in his dorm, arms crossed behind his head, he found himself staring at the ceiling, replaying the way Y/N had sniffled up at him with wide, heartbroken eyes.

Why is everyone so mean to me?

He scowled, turning onto his side. Tch. Stupid girl.

Still, when morning came, Jimin found himself paying more attention than usual.

She was easy to spot—Hufflepuffs were loud, and her friend group had the energy of overeager puppies. But even as she chattered away with them, he could tell she wasn’t fully herself. Her movements were stiff, her usual sunshine-like warmth dimmed.

And she was still too damn trusting.

Jimin’s wand twitched in his sleeve as he watched from a distance. A small hex here, a charm there—little things. Subtle things. When she nearly walked into a swinging suit of armor, an invisible force nudged her just enough to avoid it. When a group of Ravenclaws whispered too loudly about her, their quills inexplicably snapped in half. And when one particularly brave Slytherin tried to jinx her from behind?

Well. Jimin had ways of making sure the hex rebounded.

He wasn’t sure what exactly had changed overnight. All he knew was that watching her flinch at every little thing left a bad taste in his mouth.

So, when lunchtime rolled around, and he caught sight of a certain someone sneering in Y/N’s direction, all thoughts of subtlety went out the window.

Jeongmin.

The arrogant bastard was lounging at the Ravenclaw table, shooting Y/N a knowing smirk while she hurried past him, clutching her books a little tighter.

Jimin tilted his head. Interesting.

He hadn’t noticed it before, but now that he was paying attention, he saw it—the way Jeongmin’s friends elbowed each other, laughing under their breath. The way Y/N ducked her head, trying to disappear.

Jimin flexed his fingers. So, you’re the one.

He stood from his seat, rolling his shoulders lazily. He wasn’t impulsive per se—every move he made was calculated. But some things required creativity.

A hex would be too obvious. A fight? Too much paperwork.

No, if Jimin was going to deal with this, he’d do it the smart way.

The Slytherin way.

Later That Evening…

Jeongmin never saw it coming.

One minute, he was on his way back from the library, minding his own business. The next, the torches in the corridor flickered, and a chilling voice murmured from the shadows—

"Going somewhere, Jeongmin?"

The Ravenclaw barely had time to react before he was shoved—hard—against the cold stone wall.

Jimin leaned in, his wand pressing just under Jeongmin’s chin.

"Funny thing," he mused, voice eerily calm. "I heard something interesting today."

Jeongmin swallowed, trying—and failing—to push back. Jimin barely exerted any force, but the weight of his presence alone kept him pinned.

"I heard," Jimin continued, tilting his head, "that you’ve been running your mouth. That you’ve been having a little too much fun at someone else’s expense." His eyes gleamed in the dim torchlight. "That true?"

Jeongmin wet his lips. "I—I don’t know what you’re talking about—"

Jimin clicked his tongue. Wrong answer.

With a lazy flick of his wand, Jeongmin’s knees buckled, forcing him down.

"Try again," Jimin murmured.

Jeongmin gasped, but Jimin crouched, keeping their eye level dangerously close.

"You know," he continued conversationally, "there are certain spells that don’t leave a mark. No proof. No trace." He hummed, tapping his wand against his palm. "Ever heard of the Cold Shiver Hex? Makes it feel like insects are crawling under your skin for days."

Jeongmin’s breath hitched.

"Or the Whisper Curse? A tiny spell—nothing major. But it does make sure you hear the same voice in your head, over and over." Jimin smiled, slow and sharp. "My voice. Repeating one little word."

He leaned in. "Run."

Jeongmin trembled.

Jimin exhaled, letting the silence stretch.

Then, just as suddenly, he stood, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeve.

"Stay," he drawled, stepping back. "Out of her way."

With one last, lingering glance, he turned on his heel, disappearing down the corridor.

Behind him, Jeongmin slumped against the wall, shaking.

Jimin didn’t look back.

But as he made his way toward the common room, a smirk finally tugged at his lips.

Messing with Y/N? Big mistake.

Y/N barely had time to register what was happening before she found herself being dragged through the corridors, her feet stumbling over the cold stone floor.

“Jimin—wait—!” she yelped, nearly tripping.

“Stop whining.”

“Where are we going?”

“The library.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

She puffed out her cheeks in protest, huffing as she tried to keep up. He had grabbed the back of her coat, practically hauling her along like a misbehaving cat.

“Why are you so grumpy today?” she mumbled, pouting. “You’re always mean, but today feels extra mean.”

Jimin’s eye twitched.

She was the one pouting? She was the one acting like he was being unreasonable? After all the absolute bullshit he had to clean up because of her ridiculous condition?

He inhaled sharply through his nose, forcing himself to stay calm.

She wasn’t wrong, though. He was grumpy.

For one, he had spent half his day making sure no one dared to lay a hand on her again. And two, he was pissed at himself.

Because now that he was paying attention, the signs were obvious. The dazed, dreamy looks. The way she got flustered way too easily. How she stared at him all starry-eyed when he so much as breathed in her direction.

And the worst part?

This wasn’t normal.

Not for her.

Y/N was naturally soft, sure. But she wasn’t—or at least, she hadn’t always been—this stupidly, pathetically love-struck.

Which meant… he had caused this.

Somehow.

And that was why they were marching to the library.

Jimin threw her into a chair.

“Sit.”

Y/N let out a tiny squeak, blinking up at him in bewilderment. “You didn’t have to be so rough, you know.”

Jimin ignored her, already scanning the shelves for what he needed. His fingers skimmed the spines of several books—Obscure Charms and How to Break Them, Hexes, Curses, and Accidental Magic, The Unspoken Dangers of Misdirected Spells.

He pulled out three, dropping them onto the table with a thud.

Y/N flinched.

Jimin took a seat across from her, flipping open the first book.

“Alright,” he said, voice clipped. “You’re going to sit there and not whine while I figure out what the hell is wrong with you.”

She blinked. “Huh?”

He sighed, rubbing his temples. “You. Are. Acting. Weird.”

“I am not!”

Jimin shot her a look.

She wilted. “…Okay, maybe a little.”

He scoffed. A little?

“A lot,” he corrected. “And considering the fact that I may or may not have hit you with an undetermined spell—”

Her eyes widened. “Wait, what?”

“—we need to fix it before you do something stupid.”

Y/N huffed, crossing her arms. “I don’t do stupid things.”

Jimin gave her a flat look. “You almost walked straight into a cursed tapestry yesterday.”

“…Oh.”

He smirked. “Yeah. Oh.”

She fidgeted. “Well… maybe I am acting a little different,” she admitted, voice soft.

Jimin rolled his eyes. “A little? You’ve been looking at me like I personally hung the stars for the past two weeks.”

Y/N flushed. “I have not—!”

Jimin raised an eyebrow. “You swooned when I insulted you.”

Y/N gasped. “I did not swoon!”

“You did.”

She buried her face in her hands, groaning. “Oh my God.”

“Yeah, it’s bad.” Jimin flipped a page, scanning for anything useful.

Y/N peeked at him through her fingers. “W-What if…” she hesitated.

“What?”

“What if…” she fidgeted. “What if I like it?”

Jimin froze.

Slowly, he lifted his gaze from the book, staring at her like she had just grown a second head. “What.”

She squirmed under his stare. “I-I mean… it’s not that bad, right? It’s just a little crush—”

Jimin slammed the book shut.

“Nope.” He stood. “Nope. Absolutely not. We’re fixing this tonight.”

Y/N pouted. “You’re being dramatic.”

“I am not—” he exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. “Y/N. You don’t even like me.”

She blinked.

Jimin continued, voice strained. “Before this stupid charm, you hated me.”

Y/N hesitated. “I didn’t hate you…”

“Oh, really?” Jimin drawled. “So you enjoyed when I stole your butterbeer? When I relentlessly mocked you? When I made fun of you in front of the entire class?”

She bit her lip. “…No.”

Jimin pointed at her. “Exactly.”

Y/N slumped in her chair, deflating. “…Then what do we do?”

Jimin sighed, sitting back down. He flipped open another book, eyes scanning the pages.

“We figure out how to reverse it,” he muttered. “Before you start writing my name in hearts on your notebook.”

Y/N let out a tiny squeak, quickly shoving her notebook under the table.

Jimin’s eye twitched.

Merlin help me.

Jimin was trying to focus.

Really, he was.

But it was proving to be exceedingly difficult when Y/N was sitting across from him looking like an actual water nymph, her chin resting on her hands, lips pouting, legs kicking lazily under the table.

She wasn’t even doing anything. Just… being cute. Like it was effortless. Like it wasn’t completely ruining his concentration.

He flipped another page, trying to ignore the way she sighed dreamily, her fingers tracing aimless patterns on the table.

Merlin’s bloody beard.

It wasn’t helping that she kept staring at him, either. Not with her usual wary glances or that signature Hufflepuff softness. No—this was different.

This was… hungry.

Jimin froze.

Wait.

No. No way.

He narrowed his eyes at her, scrutinizing her expression.

Was that—was she looking at him like she wanted to eat him?

His stomach did a weird flip. He immediately shut that thought down.

No. Nope. No way in hell.

This was Y/N they were talking about. The same wide-eyed, Bambi-looking, butterbeer-loving Hufflepuff who probably cried over injured Bowtruckles.

There was no way she was—

Jimin shook his head. She doesn’t even know what horny is.

Right?

…Right?

His eye twitched.

He refused to entertain the thought.

With a deep sigh, he returned his attention to the book, doing his best to block out her utterly bewildering presence.

“Jimin,” she suddenly murmured.

He gritted his teeth. “What.”

She tilted her head. “Why do your hands look so nice?”

Jimin choked.

“What—?”

“They’re so veiny,” she mused, blinking owlishly. “I like them.”

Jimin snapped the book shut.

That was it. He was finding the cure

Jimin flicked her forehead.

“Ow—!” Y/N huffed, rubbing the spot as she pouted at him.

“Stop staring at me like that and help me find the damn spell,” Jimin scolded, flipping the book open again. “Or at least describe what you're feeling so I know what I’m fixing.”

Y/N blinked, looking up at him with big, thoughtful eyes. She opened her mouth, then hesitated.

Jimin raised an eyebrow. “Well?”

She fidgeted. “Um…”

He sighed impatiently. “Spit it out, Bambi.”

Y/N’s lips wobbled. “I-It’s just… my heart feels like it’s gonna explode, and there’s butterflies, and my knees feel all weak and wobbly, and—and—”

She swallowed, face heating.

Jimin narrowed his eyes. “And?”

Y/N squirmed, avoiding his gaze.

“…T-Tingles.”

Jimin’s brow furrowed. “Tingles?”

She gave a tiny nod.

He frowned. “Where?”

Silence.

Jimin watched as she slowly, very suspiciously, started sinking lower in her chair, face turning redder and redder.

Realization hit him like a Bludger to the chest.

Oh.

Oh, fuck no.

Jimin slammed the book shut.

“We are fixing this right now.”

Y/N jumped at the slam of the book, her already wobbly knees knocking against the chair legs.

Jimin glared at her, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "You're telling me—" he sucked in a sharp breath, "—that I hit you with some random-ass charm that makes you all soft and useless and, and—" His eyes flicked down at her shifting thighs before darting back up. "Tingly?"

Y/N swallowed hard. "W-Well, I wouldn’t say useless…"

Jimin gave her the flattest look.

She fidgeted under his stare, nervously playing with her sleeves. "I just… I feel warm all the time, and everyone seems so much meaner lately, and I don’t know, Jimin, my head's all fuzzy, and my body is—"

"Okay, stop!" he hissed, holding up a hand. He pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaling deeply like he needed patience from the heavens above.

Y/N pursed her lips, eyes glistening. "Why are you mad at me?" she mumbled.

Jimin groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "I’m not mad at you,” he gritted out. "I'm mad at my own dumbass for hitting you with whatever the hell this is."

Y/N blinked. "Oh."

Then, very softly—"You're not a dumbass."

Jimin’s eye twitched. He shot her a sharp look, only to find her staring at him all dotingly again, her lashes fluttering, her lips slightly parted like he was the most dazzling thing she'd ever seen.

Merlin’s bloody socks.

He had to fix this. Now.

Jimin abruptly stood, yanking his tie loose. "Alright, come on."

Y/N blinked in confusion as he grabbed her coat and dragged her out of her chair.

"Jimin—"

"We're finding this spell and reversing it," he grumbled, tugging her toward the Restricted Section.

Y/N stumbled behind him, half-tripping over her own feet. "Wait—"

"Not waiting, Bambi."

"But—"

"Not but-ing either."

Y/N let out a small, defeated whimper as he marched her through the aisles, her little feet barely keeping up.

Jimin, on the other hand, was fighting for his life to ignore the way she was pouting up at him, her fingers clutching his sleeve like some lost little fawn.

He clenched his jaw.

This spell had to go.

Immediately.

Jimin’s fingers tightened around the book.

His eyes scanned the page once, twice—then a third time just to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

Aquire the object of your desire.

The words stared mockingly back at him.

His throat went dry. "No way."

Y/N, still swaying slightly beside him, tilted her head. "What does it say?"

Jimin didn’t answer. His mind was racing.

It wasn’t a love spell.

Not some stupid, artificial enchantment forcing her feelings. Not some external force turning her into a love-drunk fool.

It was an amplifier.

The charm didn't create her feelings—it just intensified what was already there.

Jimin sat back, the realization hitting him like a goddamn truck.

Jimin stared at the book. Then at Y/N. Then back at the book.

His brain was short-circuiting.

The charm was an amplifier. It only enhanced feelings that were already there.

Which meant—

She’d already felt like this before.

The stolen glances, the nervous fidgeting, the way she melted when he so much as breathed in her direction. The way she looked at him now—

Like she wanted to devour him.

Jimin swallowed, jaw tightening.

There was only one way to fix this.

He shut the book with an audible thud.

Y/N blinked at him, wide-eyed. “Did you find the cure?”

Jimin exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah."

She perked up. "Oh! What is it?"

He turned to her, looking her over slowly—her flushed cheeks, the way she was still swaying slightly, her pupils way too dilated for her own good.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips.

"Well…" he drawled.

Y/N tilted her head. "Well…?"

Jimin leaned in, his voice low and unbelievably smug.

“We’ll have to fuck it out.”

Y/N froze.

Silence.

Absolute, earth-shattering silence.

Then—

"WHAT—?"

Y/N’s entire body seized up.

Her breath hitched, eyes widening to the size of saucers. "E-EXCUSE ME?!"

Jimin leaned back against the table, crossing his arms lazily. “You heard me, Bambi.”

Her mouth opened—then closed—then opened again, but no words came out. Her face burned so hot, she swore she was about to spontaneously combust.

Jimin, on the other hand, looked far too pleased with himself. He tilted his head, watching her with a lazy smirk. “I mean, unless you wanna stay like this forever—getting all weak and breathless every time I so much as look at you.”

Y/N whimpered.

Jimin chuckled, low and deep. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Her hands flew to her face, her brain scrambling to process what was happening. “T-That can’t be the only way—”

Jimin shrugged. “It’s the fastest way.”

She gawked at him.

He grinned. “What? You’d rather wait weeks for the effects to wear off?” He leaned in again, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Or do you wanna fix this tonight?”

Y/N squeaked.

Jimin chuckled again, dark and satisfied. He loved this. Loved watching her squirm, loved how her breathing quickened when he got too close.

And now that he knew she wanted him?

Oh, he was going to have fun with this.

“So?” he purred. “What’s it gonna be, Bambi?”

Y/N swallowed hard, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap. Her whole body buzzed—with heat, with want, with something overwhelming—but underneath it all, a small, quiet voice whispered: Not yet.

She didn’t know why.

Jimin was right. This was the fastest way to get rid of the spell. She wanted him—hell, the spell made sure of that—but something in her gut twisted at the idea of just… giving in like that.

She wasn’t ready.

Not like this.

Y/N licked her lips, her gaze flickering away. “I… I think I’ll wait.”

Silence.

When she finally dared to look at him, Jimin was just… staring.

Brows slightly furrowed. Lips parted just the tiniest bit. Like she had just spoken in Parseltongue and he couldn’t understand a damn word she’d said.

"You’ll what?"

Y/N felt her chest tighten. “I’ll wait. Until it wears off.”

Jimin’s head tilted. He genuinely looked confused. “Wait.”

“Y-Yeah.”

“Even though you’re, like, two seconds away from melting whenever I so much as breathe near you?”

Y/N whimpered, looking away again. “Y-Yes.”

Jimin blinked, then scoffed. “That’s stupid.”

She frowned. “It’s not!”

He let out a sharp laugh, running a hand through his hair. “You’re miserable, Bambi! I see it! You can barely focus, you freeze when someone so much as bumps into you, you can’t even look at me without turning into a puddle!” He gestured at her with both hands. “This is your chance to fix it!”

Y/N flinched.

Jimin stopped.

The frustration in his eyes faltered for just a second.

Then—

Y/N abruptly scampered away.

Jimin didn’t even have time to react. She shot up from her chair, mumbling something about needing to study or sleep or something before she practically ran out of the library.

Jimin was left standing there, staring at the empty space she left behind.

His jaw clenched.

What the fuck just happened?

Jimin wasn't having it.

The moment Y/N ran off, something inside him snapped.

He wasn’t even thinking—his feet just moved, following her out of the library, down the dimly lit corridors, ignoring the ridiculous pounding in his chest.

By the time he caught up to her, she was halfway to the Hufflepuff dorms, walking with her head down, her arms hugged tight around herself.

Jimin grabbed her wrist. “Hey—”

Y/N jumped, eyes wide as she spun around.

“Jimin—”

He exhaled sharply, scanning her face. "What’s wrong?"

Y/N’s lips parted slightly. "I—I told you, I just want to w-wait—”

Jimin’s jaw tightened. "Yeah, and that’s bullshit. You’re burning up, you can barely look at me without your knees buckling, and yet you ran the moment I gave you an actual solution."

She flinched, gaze darting away.

Jimin took a step closer. "So what is it? What’s stopping you?"

Y/N inhaled shakily. She bit her lip, as if debating whether to say anything at all.

Then, finally—

“…Don’t get mad.”

Jimin stiffened.

Something about the way she said it—soft, hesitant, like she was genuinely afraid of his reaction—made his stomach twist uncomfortably.

He swallowed, forcing himself to nod. “I won’t.”

Y/N hesitated for a long moment. Then, she sighed.

“…I do have feelings for you.”

Jimin’s breath caught.

She looked up at him, cheeks flushed, lips trembling. "And, yeah, I’m all… hot and bothered and it’s so embarrassing, but…"

She fidgeted with the sleeves of her robe.

"You’ve always been mean to me, Jimin." Her voice was quiet. "You tease me, you steal my stuff, you embarrass me in front of everyone. You’ve never been nice to me before. So how am I supposed to trust that after we… you know… you won’t just go back to treating me like a joke?"

Jimin froze.

His lips parted, but no words came out.

Because fuck.

He hadn’t thought about that.

Jimin stared at her.

For the first time in his life, he was completely speechless.

Because—fuck—she was right.

He had been mean to her. He had bullied her. He had made her life at Hogwarts miserable whenever he got the chance.

So why the fuck should she trust him now?

His fingers twitched around her wrist, his grip loosening.

Y/N bit her lip, gaze dropping to the floor. “…See?” she whispered. “You can’t even deny it.”

Jimin’s chest tightened.

His mind raced, searching for something—anything—to say, but for once, his usual sharp tongue failed him.

And then, before he could even try to stop her, she gently pulled her wrist from his grasp and took a step back.

"I need to go." Her voice wavered, but her expression was set. "Please don’t follow me this time."

Jimin didn’t move.

He just stood there, watching as she turned away—her shoulders slumped, her steps small and unsure, her hand brushing against the wall as if she needed to steady herself.

He clenched his jaw.

Something ugly clawed at his chest.

The same feeling he got when he saw her with those assholes. When he saw her bruised and sniffly and small.

He hated that feeling.

And he hated even more that he was the reason she looked like that now.

Jimin exhaled sharply through his nose, his hands clenching into fists.

Fine.

She wanted him to prove he wasn’t the same asshole who had tormented her for years?

Then he fucking would.

Jimin stood there, his chest tight, mind spiraling. The further Y/N walked away from him, the more the words rattled in his brain.

You’ve always been mean to me, Jimin.

He clenched his jaw so hard he thought his teeth might crack.

Fuck.

He had always known he was a bit of an asshole. He liked pushing people, making them squirm, seeing how far he could go before they cracked. But with her?

It was different.

Something about her made him… possessive.

He wasn’t proud of it, but it was true.

Sure, he bullied her, mocked her, made her life hell—because she was fun to mess with. She was soft, sweet, and naive, too easy to rile up. He loved how she’d get flustered, how her cheeks would heat up when he teased her.

But there was always this little something that lingered under the surface. The moments he couldn’t explain away.

Like that time in third year when he saw some idiot bump into her in the hallway and she dropped her books. He’d been about to walk away, but when she bent down to pick them up, the way the guy looked at her—hungrily—made his blood boil.

He remembered stepping in, elbowing the guy aside with a sharp glare, picking up her books for her, all without a second thought.

And there was the time when he noticed her limping after a quidditch match, her ankle twisted. He’d called her a “freaking idiot” but then cursed under his breath and healed her leg, making sure to be extra gentle as his fingers brushed against her skin.

He'd never said anything, but it bugged him. Every time she looked at him, she saw him as a monster, a bully.

But deep down, he always felt this strange protectiveness. Like no one else was allowed to touch her, to hurt her.

Only he was allowed to hurt her.

And now, realizing the weight of those little moments, he felt it, really felt it.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

He had been pushing her away, tormenting her for what? For fun?

A sick feeling churned in his stomach. He wasn’t the same person he used to be, but fuck if he wasn’t still a huge part of the problem.

He cursed himself again.

She’d given him the perfect chance to fix this, to make it right, and instead, he’d acted like a goddamn asshole.

He glanced back toward the direction she’d gone, his hands trembling with frustration.

Jimin ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. No more. He wasn’t going to let her slip away again.

He wasn’t sure what exactly it was yet—whether it was the spell or just how real everything felt now—but he knew this:

He wasn’t done with her. And if he had to destroy his own pride to prove it, then so be it.

CONTINUATION | PART 2

[slaaverin]

https://x.com/koominiest/status/1826710694739444161

😭

Ahhh 🫠

I believe Jimin said "I would go to the ocean while holding hands with Jungkook and starring at the beach"

He also said once he wanted to go on a date with him, that's done too.

Park Jimin's immediate crush was Jungkook, he waited for him a bit but then he really got everything he wanted 🤭 The perfect man in question:

And now Jimin can even have the luxury of playing hard to get and flirting with him like crazy

He knows what he's doing

Such a slytherin our little Jiminie!

JK is really trying to impress with his compliments

But is called "lame" ! Poor JK 🤭 he needs to step up his game 😂

Jimin even asked if they should do another trip, and apparently got what he wanted, bcs they went to Sapporo right after 🫠

I know Jungkook will always be there to deliver everything Jimin wants.

Jk was ready to cook him breakfast as soon as they woke up. Whenever Jimin asks, Jk cooks for him.

Jk takes care of him and even prays for him when he is sick

He protects him

He enlists with him in military

Jimin is spoiled as he should 👌🏻 he really won 😌

[yoonia]

Hey Dia! I’d like to share more stuff I talked about in my last message (the seven deadly sins au) if it’s fine. Fair warning, I’m gonna send more than one ask related to this fic, so be on the lookout lol.

For Lust, I’ve been thinking about casting Taehyung. I do like Jimin being associated with the same sin but I thought of doing something different and just to make it less predictable (like with EANA). Also idk if I’m the only one but I feel like Tae and Jimin give different vibes when they’re depicted as the sin of lust, not that it’s bad of course. Idk how I can explain it though.

In this story, OC here feels lonely because everyone she knows is dating someone except her. The thing is though, she has a fear of commitment and intimacy (because trauma). So one night at a bar, OC meets Taehyung and sleeps with him that same night. And for a while, OC would regularly visit and spend time with him and the 2 of them would explore all kinds of kinks. But the problem is that their whole relationship revolves around sex and nothing else, (which is shallow and superficial obviously). But they both realize that eventually. For Taehyung, he realizes he’s never learned how to form genuine connections with ordinary humans (despite wandering the earth for several years). And for OC, she realizes she needs to love herself before loving others. She only wanted to “date” Taehyung because she felt left out and didn’t know (or see) her self worth. And she only likes the idea of being in love.

I came up with this storyline in particular because when I watched that one video I mentioned from my last message, it explains how lust stems from loneliness. And I just think that’s something a lot of people can relate to. I’m ngl, idk if it’s just me (or maybe I don’t have as wide as a variety with reading fics as I thought lol) but I haven’t really seen lot of fics out there with realistic portrayals of friends with benefits relationships (and the side effects). Ig I’m just curious what it would be like to write one that shows the more unhealthy sides of those kinds of relationships. Not that it’s bad to write fics the way you want to of course (I really hope it doesn’t sound like I’m shaming anybody’s writing btw)

I actually have a rough draft that’s in progress rn but nothing’s set it stone yet. I like what I’ve written so far though😊

I'm sorry I always so late getting back to you but OMG you need to write this 😭😭😭 for real. I love it!

(ps. I'm answering your asks separately so I can respond more coherently since my brain is running slow after I got sick lol)

I can totally see what you meant about Tae and Jimin having different vibes if you want to relate them with Lust. I think it's similar to how people always see Jimin as somewhat a Slytherin, as he seems to have this mischievous and darker side that can be completely unpredictable, which is why he seems to be the perfect candidate for Lust. But you know, seeing Taehyung's most recent..."endeavours" (the thirst traps he constantly threw at us ever since he started Instagram, his photoshoots, his most recent release), he does have this bad boy side of him that feels a bit more like a frat boy-ish vibe which, I can totally see as Lust.

You always have different twists with your ideas, so they're always awesome and I love reading through them.

Back to your idea, I think it's great to challenge yourself with writing in a darker theme. People are often afraid of delving into heavy topics like unhealthy relationships because they know that readers often dive into fiction work looking for happy endings as their form of escape, but there are others (like me, heh) who love reading these types of stories. Yes, writing toxic relationships, cheating, or types of relationships you mentioned above, often takes you a bit too close to reality as they happen in real life, but that's actually the beauty of writing, you know? Bringing real topics that we meet in life into a story so we can truly "feel" it. Sometimes, reading about pain can be cathartic and healing for some, which is why angst fics still have many readers.

What I love about your idea for this story is how it challenges your characters to grow as people and to test whether or not they can communicate with each other in the story. While your challenge would be about bringing all of this to life (which seems fun, tbh. I love challenges).

I say continue polishing your rough draft and let your your idea grow. The way you write in bullet points (the way you sent the ideas for EANA to me) was one of the ways I often do when I brainstorm ideas. You'll probably end up fixing some plotholes and filling up the scenes once you continue going with it.

(ps. 2. if you're still on my Patreon, you can use my writing practice sheets to organize your ideas. I have some more of these sheets coming soon so I hope they can help you with developing this idea--and others)

[not-goldy]

Goldy, this is coming from a place of respect, so please hear me out.

First of all, let us replace the word "victim" with "survivor." I think we can all agree that this is an appropriate word choice for Jimin.

And yes, Jimin is a survivor of harassment, stalking, homophobic slurs, death threats, misogyny, etc. And yes, he has more than once, indicated he feels safe with JK and depends on JK to protect him.

But JK hasn't done such a great job of protecting Jimin from any of this so far, has he?

What do I expect him to do, you ask? Exactly my point. How do people envision the muscle bunny will protect Jimin in the MS?

I get the idea that people are picturing Jimin surrounded by a group of homophobic assholes and JK fighting them off, one by one. But in this scenario, obviously Jimin would fight side-by-side with JK, and not just wilt in a corner. This is Jimin, right?

But we know it's much more likely that any threat (see the list above) will be much more insidious. JK may be brawnier than Jimin is, but is he cleverer? They aren't going to a deserted island, after all. Does JK have a better understanding of human relations, law, psychology, etc.? I mean, who is the Slytherin here?

And who is THE survivor? (Again, see list above.)

I'm sure there will be times when JK's courage and strength will help support Jimin in the months ahead. But there will be just as many times--perhaps more--when Jimin's courage and strength will help JK.

If people are going to make them a team/couple, can we please just make them an EQUAL one?

I want to be goofy and belt out I'm ah survivor I'm not gon give up, imma suhvaaavv keep on suhvaaavin

This is the point my teacher yells at me to walk out the classroom 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Survivor is woke- describing Jimin as a Survivor is both powerful and optimistic however I'm uncomfortable with it especially since I feel he's still surviving these mofos every single day.

Also, I understand your pov however I do think there is such a thing as overly idealistic.

Here's a few of my recent posts- in case my numerous posts went over heads- talking about individualizing Jimin, holding him to the same expectations we have of Jungkook, how he's equally supposed to be protecting Jungkook as JK should be protecting him and that it shouldn't be one sided.

So I think you preaching to the choir.

However, what we are talking about is a little bit deeper than that. More nuanced than that.

When we are talking about things Jimin, "survives" in this shit hole of a Fandom, I do not think it is in any way comparable to or EQUAL to that of his couple mate as you put it.

And that's just because they are disproportionately affected by certain things, Homophobia for one. While Jungkook may occasionally have misogynistic slurs hurled at him for "behaving feminine" Jimin is the one who is constantly being berated just because of his androgynous appearance- which he cannot help.

Yes they are partners, and equal if not we wouldn't insist on calling them a power couple, however it's just one of them that gets slutshamed and treated as if slut is his second name.

And just because we express worry over the things that affect one more than the other don't mean we are victimzing that person. I think people who keep spewing that narrative have lost it fr.

For instance, while they are equal, certainly we cannot say they received the same commercial support from their company or Fandom. Saying that does not take away the fact Jungkook is equally oppressed out in these streets.

On the topic of protection, I honestly don't think your assumptions about how JM is being perceived as being protected by Jk is accurate or what at all we mean when we talk about that we are happy they are enlisting together- does it make our shipper hearts glee? Absolutely. Do we want to dance on Graves? Oh honey yesssssssssssssssssszzzzzzzzzzzzzzah.

But do we think Jungkook is going to be his personal body guard in there swatting off homophobic flies- now ma'am. Let's be real. Jungkook is also a gay man. What makes you think we think Jimin will be receiving blows after bliw while JK goes unscathed- i mean God forbid it happens- but If Jungkook is queer doesn't it stand to reason we should be and are equally worried for him? Because he is not exempt from the scathing heats of homophobia?

However he's also not the one receiving death threats and threats to out him to the military now is he?

I think I- we- are well within our rights to express concerns about these matters. And I think objectively that is not victimizing Jimin. But to each their own.

If you've ever experienced homophobic violence, or "survived" anything in your life you'd understand how scary these things are.

Also when we speak of protection- I don't think it's necessary to swing the pendulum that far off. There's safety in numbers is all we are saying and I think that's objectively accurate too. Jungkook or whomever don't need to physically carry his frying pan around to protect Jimin or for Jimin to protect him.

I think every female in here can attest to the fact merely sharing your location or letting your uber driver know someone is waiting for you on the other end and will come looking for you if anything happens to you makes us feel safe and protected in certain situations.

I know a couple who liked to leave the stereo on to create the impression people were home to deter theives from breaking in when they were away.

Protection can be as psychological as is physical. Honestly you are giving male privilege if you can't relate to these things. Or if all you think about when we mention Protection is physical exertion of force or violence.

Jikook can be eachother's support blah blah blah in there or not- the point is it puts our minds at ease knowing Jimin is not going to be alone in there.

And I know you are not about to ask me why my concerns are for Jimin and not Jk- no. It's not because I think he can't defend himself. A. He's my bias and he gets emotional priority in certain situations. B. As I said, he receives the most homophobic/misogynistic attacks c. It's my page and I can do whatever I want.

And I think I speak for Mama Park and Mama Jeon when I say that we are happy Jimin will not be alone- he has family with him.

We are women. Our maternal instincts will always be to protect our babies 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

That said, Park Jimin I am not your mama I will fuck you given the chance. Be warned accordingly.