#park jimin x poc

[lovecoree]

DADDY’S HOME. P. JIMIN !

pairing: military bf!jimin x black gf!reader

synopsis: imagine military boyfriend Jimin finally coming back home, oh all the emotions you’ll be feeling !

warning: contains smut and fluff , kissing , unprotected sex ( don’t do this ) , creampie , praising , both of y’all are touched starved ( y’all miss each other so much ) , reader is black coded , reader uses she/her prns. Let me know if I missed anything !

a/n: missing Jimin hours ☹️

SFW !

you couldn’t help but squeal with excitement as you hear the front gates open at the military entrance. Countless of men coming out with relief or happiness as they see their partner, family, or friends— you would’ve thought they just got released from prison, but you weren’t looking at them, you were looking at your boyfriend Jimin who came out last with his army duffel bag on his shoulder. “Babe!” You shouted, causing Jimin to turn his head in your direction, his stoic face turning into a bright smile seeing you running towards him.

“You missed me that much?” Jimin laughed as he picked you up off your feet as you bear hug him. “Of course I missed you.” You planted so many kisses on his face, taking in his scent and his look. He finally put you down, raising an eyebrow as you gawk at him. “What, do I look bad?” “No no, god no! You look…” your words fell short as you stared at him in awe.

His hair was growing back a little more, the short hair style really suited him, muscles definitely got bigger and let’s talk about the outfit choice. Black compression shirt with grey sweatpants and a simple silver chain on his neck that you gifted him before he left.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer.” You smacked your teeth as you looked at Jimin again before playfully rolling your eyes. “Whatever.” Smiling from ear to ear, placing your hand in his, walking back to your car to grab something to eat and go home.

“I really missed you.” Jimin whispered kissing you on the lips before letting you drive off.

NSFW !

best believe Jimin is going crazy as soon as the sexual tension rises. Jimin wasn’t the only one touched starved for a year, you were going through it. No amount of sex toys or pre recorded voice messages could help you. Your craving grew stronger the moment you found out Jimin would be released today.

Perfectly sprawled out on the bed, back arching causing your chest to touch his as you moaned from the intense pleasure. He had to fuck you in missionary, he just had to. He missed the sight of your pretty face crying from pleasure as he feed you deep strokes. “You look so beautiful baby.” Jimin bit his bottom lip loving the way you clenched around his cock.

Gripping your love handles so tight that the pain was mixing with your pleasure, pulling him closer by the neck to kiss him deeply, god did y’all miss each other so much.

Bed creaking and skin slapping loud and clear in your room. “I love you so much Jimin.” You cried feeling closer than ever. Jimin lived for your whines, flipping you over on your stomach just to release another whine out of you.

“Yeah?” Jimin teases your hole by just putting his pink tip in that glisten with your essence. The whine you let slip past your mouth was so pornographic had Jimin’s eyes rolling in the back of his skull. “mhmm— missed you so much minie.” Wiggling your ass, Jimin hiss at the sound of your soaking pussy making squelching noises.

Mouth going wide as Jimin finally bottom inside of you. “Fuuck yes.” You moaned out, mind going blank as your ass clapped back against his pelvis. Jimin letting out a groan at the sight of your cum and his forming a ring around the base of his cock.

“Messy ass pussy.” Jimin mumbled to himself as he grippped your hips, fucking you into the mattress. “One year, one year of not being inside my pretty baby.” Jimin rambles on and on about wanting to be so close to you, and honestly, you can say the same— well not at this moment since your boyfriend is literally fucking you into oblivion. 

“I’m— Fuuck, I’m so close.” You whined out, gripping the sheets tight and moaning at the feeling of your arousal dripping down your soft thighs. “Me too pretty, gonna cum f’me?” You could feel Jimin’s cock twitch inside of you, moving your hand behind you to have him closer, Jimin smiled at the action as he moved his hand off your hip and interlocking it with yours. “I’m not going anywhere baby, don’t worry.” Jimin eyes rolled back as you squeezed around him so tight.

Jimin used his free hand to move to your center and rubbed your sensitive bud causing you to jolt from the sudden attention. “Let it out pretty, you deserve it..been waiting so long.” Your head was spinning, thighs shaking intensely as you came around his cock.

“Such a good girl.” Jimin groaned leaning down to pamper you in kisses, hips stuttering slightly as he felt close to his release. Using both of his hands to steady your hips as he came inside of you. So much cum entering you that some of it leaked out of you and onto the bed.

Jimin felt his body shiver as he moaned at the sight of his cum and yours creating such a mess as he pulled out slowly. A lewd pop sound as his tip pulled out. “Fuck.” Jimin looked up to see you ready to fall asleep. Lipgloss smudged on the pillow, edges sweated out, legs shaking, and a thin layer of sweat covering your body from the aftermath. Besides all that, you still looked beautiful in his eyes, planting a kiss on your shoulder before he got off the bed, still naked as he walked into the bathroom.

Aftercare is definitely a 10/10. He came back with a warm rag to clean you up and carried you to the bathroom so you could pee. You watched him run the bath water and added body wash to create bubbles. He looked at you with a smile. “You done.” Voice so sweet and caring, you nodded your head yes before wiping yourself clean and slowly stood up and flushed the toilet. Jimin held your hand and helped you into the tub.

He got in after you, getting behind you so you could rest your back on his chest comfortably. “This feels nice.” You smiled letting the soapy water cover your body. “It does.” Jimin mumbled as he moved his hands under water to caress your stomach until he reached your breast to massage them. You hummed as you closed your eyes leaning even more into him.

“I missed you so much.” You whispered, Jimin grinned as he looked at you. “Don’t worry, daddy’s home now.”

Laughing at him you opened your eyes to see him smiling as well. “Omg Jimin.”

[linos-luna]

Just a little Pain ❣️

Jimin x Reader

Warnings: 18+ SMUT, Pain Kink, slapping, hair pulling, biting, roleplay, dick slapping, handjob, gropping, overstimulation, some biting

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Your boyfriend was unpredictable. And discovering his odd kinks was interesting to say the least. Recently you found out he likes pain. Masochism? Is that what it’s called? He wants you to hurt him. To slap him. To pull his hair, to spank him. He loves it.

He had been teasing you all day. It drove you nuts. Yes he was needy but, for you, it was embarrassing.

Sitting at a restaurant for lunch with his friends would’ve gone fine if he wasn’t constantly teasing your thighs. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He wants you to get mad at him. He loves when you’re angry.

~~~

“Jimin, what was that about?!” You asked quite annoyed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, jagiya.” He replied with a smile while locking the front door. “What did I do?”

You know what he wanted. So you sighed and went to the bedroom to change.

Perfect. He thought.

Jimin followed behind you and as you pulled off your shirt, he hugged you from behind.

“What are you doing?!” You said, obviously startled.

“What are you talking about baby?” He laughed while pulling on your bra strap and letting it snap back on your skin. “I’m just hugging my girlfriend.”

You winced as he pulled the strap and let it retract again. He’s really testing your patience.

Once he grabbed you over the crochet of your pants, you realized the game he wants to play; it’s one of his favorite scenes.

“What are you doing, baby? Did I say you could do that?” You said while gripping onto his wrist as he unzipped your jeans.

“I’m just touching my girlfriend.” He smirked while slipping his hand in you pants, only for you to squeeze his wrist.

“Don’t be a pervert…”

But he ignored that, opting to use his other hand before you pushed him off.

“Pervert!”

“And?!” He taunted while getting close to your face.

You delivered a hash slap to his cheek. Pausing for a moment to gage his reaction. Sure he likes this stuff you felt like that was a pretty hard hit.

But he reacted just as expected. Smiling deviously at the accelerating action. He loved it.

“Again… do it again, bitch…” he said while panting.

“What a little pain slut…” you said with a chuckle while grabbing him by the chin and pushing him back to sit on the bed.

“And?”

“You want more?” You scoffed while pulling him by the hair. “You’ve been nothing but a dirty pervert today.”

“And what are you gonna do about it?”

“Well perverts get punished, of course.” You shook you head and slapped him again before pushing him on his back.

You let your legs free from the jeans and got on top of him, sitting right at his waist. You leaned in and started kissing him. Jimin kissed right back and moaned as you lightly tugged his hair so that you could dominate with your tongue.

He gripped on tight to your ass, his nails practically digging in from over the fabric of your underwear, hoping to get a reaction.

“Let go of me Jimin.” You grunted as you slowly grinded your hips into his clothed cock.

“Make me~”

With one hand you pulled his hair back and the other you positioned it around his throat, lightly squeezing.”

“Come again?”

“Make me.” He gasped with a devilish smile.

You let go of him, moving down to lower his boxers. Without warning, you took hold of his cock and he practically cried out.

“Aw what is it, baby?” You teased. “Can’t handle a little touch?”

“Agh… fuck…” he moaned softly while throwing his head back, his hands clawed at the sheets and and he moved his waist, only for you to lightly tap his cock when it hardened.

A high pitched moan echoed in the room as you did that and Jimin had his eyes closed while biting his lip.

“Fuck… doitagain-… hurt me-…” he panted while babbling slurred sentences. “Hurme… fuh-fuckin bitch-…”

“Oh like this?” You gripped on tight to his hard cock and started jerking him off, at a fairly fast pace.

He whined at the feeling , eyes rolled back as he let out unfiltered noises.

You knew he was close to coming and immediately let go. He cried out in annoyance while you quickly lowered your panties. He was about to complain before you suddenly sank onto his throbbing cock, making him cum almost instantly.

“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck y/n—!” He gasped before you pulled him up and pulled his hair so that you can suck hickeys on his neck.

It was all so overwhelming for him as he was still inside you and you keep pulling his hair for access to his neck.

Every time you’d move, even a little, he’d let out a whimper and tried holding onto you.

“Are you done, baby?” You whispered against his neck. “Are you done being a perv…?”

When he didn’t answer right away, you nipped at his neck, practically stunning him.

“Yes!”

“Hm?”

“yes!” he pleaded.

Your boyfriend held on tight to your hips and started grinded you against him. You let out breathy moans as your eyes rolled back. Jimin couldn’t help laughing while watching you lose yourself. Your mind was foggy and all you could focus on was getting that high. Although your boyfriend was already moving you, he loved as it seemed your hips had a mind of their own.

You threw your head back when coming and slumped forward as your energy was gone.

“Looks like im not the only pervert here, jagiya~” he smirked while stroking your hair. He was satisfied. He got exactly what he wanted. He always knows how to get what he wants…

[missbangtangirl]

Dayummmm 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 D-Day out now

[hobicakess]

Mafia Wives Of Seoul

SUMMARY: Being the wives of Seoul biggest criminals isn’t easy. It comes with multiple hardships and obstacles. Be ready to get a closer look inside the lives of Bangtan boys 7 lovers

RATING: 18+

PAIRINGS: Kim Namjoon x OC Kim Seokjin x OC Min Yoongi x OC Jung Hoseok x OC Park Jimin x OC Kim Taehyung x OC Jeon JungKook x OC

TAGS: Yandere!bts, Mafia!bts, heavy angst,extremely toxic relationships, smut, violence, drugs, violence, misogyny, fluff, aave (African-American vernacular)more to be added

⚠️ THERE ARE SPOILERS IN THE ASKS AND CONFESSIONS

A/N: I’ve had this lil series in my head for a while but seriously DO NOT ROMANTICIZE!! but also enjoy.

╰┄─➤ Talk To The Wives And Husbands.

╰┄─➤ Meet The Wives.

╰┄─➤ How They Met

╰┄─➤Ariel Catches Jin Cheating

╰┄─➤ Tina and Namjoon

╰┄─➤ Jasmine and Seokjin

╰┄─➤ Diamond and Yoongi

╰┄─➤ Quinn and Hoseok

╰┄─➤ Jimin and Athena

╰┄─➤ Tiana and Taehyung

╰┄─➤ Ariel and Jungkook

╰┄─➤ Ariel’s wedding

╰┄─➤ Fight Night

╰┄─➤ You’re not that girl

[hobisstar]

Summary: Vacation, gotta love it! Working everyday with barely anytime to break, this is something they all need. The Guys invited their bestest friend, Y/N to the In The Soop Vacation, of course they told her about the cameras but they told the camera crew that when she was out to put the camera away and let them chill with her. See what goes down on this 4 day beautiful vacation full of sexual tension.

SERIES: Part 1, 2, 3,4

Warnings: Dom!OT7 x Sub!POC!PLUS SIZE!Reader, Intersexual bedrooms, Smut (not this chapter) , vulgar language, Crushes, Alcohol drinks, BAM BEING A CUTIE, etc etc

a/n: YOU CAN STILL READ IF YOU ARENT A POC!! everyone is welcomed!!

“Get her bags, Tae!” Jin shouted into the van. Ah, Vacation! Boy, where they all so excited! They wished they could just chill with Y/N all for the days but they had to get shooting done.

“So, She’s sharing a room with Kookie? will Bam be okay with her in there? he seems to get overly excited when she’s around” Hobi giggles remembering when Bam saw Y/N walk into the van he literally ran to her and jumped on her. What can he say, he misses her as much as they did.

“ I’m fine with it! I love my Bammie~” Y/N smiled and petted bam who was currently sitting at her feet. “GASP! Does this mean me and Jungkook are back to being roommates? The Duo has been reunited!” Jungkook laughed and patted her back. They always used to sleep in the same room, usually him cuddling her to the point she couldn’t move but it was nice to wake up to someone not wanting to let you go, scared that you’d disappear and never comeback. “Okay! let’s all get settled in and meet back into the main house after so we can eat!” Yoongi said going to his room and everyone shouted okays as they went their different ways for now. Jungkook automatically picked Y/N up and ran to their room. “Kook! Why?!” she shouted between giggles. He loved showing her his strength and his weakness. “You look tired. You went to work all day then packed late and and went snack shopping with Jimin and Hobi. I know how drained you are” he put her down once he got to door. He slid it open and let Bam go inside first then walked Y/N in sitting her on the couch. “Stay here i’ll go get our things!” he said rushing back out avoiding any rebuttal. She sighed and patted next to her for Bam to come to her which he happily did and sat next to her. “I guess your father will be babying the both of us these 4 days, hm?” she chuckled and kissed his head and rubbed his belly. She grabbed her phone since she felt her phone go off..

“I’m back!” Jungkook said as he came into the room with their luggage. “Should we pack later? everyone is going to wait to pack they are hungry now.” Y/N asked putting her phone as JK hummed. “Eh, I guess so. Let’s, get bam situated first then we can go eat with everyone.” he said smiling watching y/n. gosh, his bestie is one beautiful goddess even when tired.

“Is Y/N and JK coming Jimin?” Yoongi asked as he continued to cook dinner for everyone. “Yeah, they had to get Bam settled.” As soon as jimin finished his sentence he saw Jungkook and Y/N walking in. “Perfect everyone’s here!” Hobi said as he ate on some chips. “Okay so We have to get some filming in these 4 days. Jungkook the camera’s turn on at 8am and turn off around 10 pm ish. so have Y/N in either in Hobi’s room since he’s bound to be up before everyone else, around 6am.” Namjoon stated as he read the schedule. “Taehyung is in charge of bringing her lunch if she can’t eat with us at that time. I’m in charge of getting her breakfast to eat in the morning but i feel as if Hobi should do it since he will be with her in the mornings. Jin, you are in charge of bring her here if we are all outside at a point of time play the video game with her. Lastly, Jimin you are to make sure she is back in Jungkooks room after 10 pm!” Y/N started to laugh since it was so much rules and scheduling even on break. “We have to do this every day for 4 days? damn joonie did you tell producers i was coming?” she jokingly asked which made him chuckle. “ Well miss not apart of the band, we have to keep you and your identity between us. We love Army but we don’t think they are just ready to hear we’ve had a secret best friend for the past 9 years. Hell, i wouldn’t be ready if i got that news.” Hobi laughs and looks at Namjoon. “They’d love her just as much as we do. She makes us happy! They’d be happy to know there is someone besides just us making eachother happy and feeling at ease” Taehyung nodded and so did Jin. “I don’t ever want Army to know about her, she’s our little secret.” Yoongi said by the stove and this made everyone laugh. “ Oh? is yoongi jealous that i’ll be getting some attention too?” she jokingly asked. He smiled and continued what he was doing, ignoring her question. Deep down it wasn’t jealousy, it was fear. They all felt it, them being so famous across the world the fame will be too much on Y\N. What if something were to happen to her when they aren’t with her if her identity is released to the public? They feared she’s get hurt, overwhelmed, stressed, and even depressed with the new attention and maybe even the new titles she’d get. They feared her freedom to roam wherever unlike them having to move around like ninjas sometimes, she’d have to start covering her face and having bodyguards at places simply as the grocery store. If it was up to them, and it is-, they’d gladly keep her as their hidden 8th member.

“Dinners Ready!” Yoongi spoke and brung the pot to the table. He sighed as he sat down. Everyone came to the kitchen and sat down, but everyone had a seat but Y/N. Jin mentally sighed because he thought producers would’ve at least had an extra chair, even if she couldn’t be shown on camera. The girl needs a seat. “y/n can sit in my chair..” jimin offered. “then we’re are you gonna sit? just sit on my lap y/n.” jungkook stated very bluntly. everyone looked at him like he lost his mind. “what a way to say you like her, kook.” hoseok snorted and shook his head. “she’s sat on his lap in cars and other places, this isn’t any different. he’s just lucky, and her favorite.” taehyung said pouting and rolled his eyes. y/n scoffed “ for your information tae, he isn’t my favorite he’s just the closest to me. not my fault. i can’t believe you are saying i have a favorite.” she looked at him, shocked, all because she didn’t even choose who’s lap would be her seat. “i-i.. didn’t mean it like that i was joking..” he said feeling bad. he was joking but he know it didn’t seem like it. he was jealous of jungkook though, they all were. I mean he’s sharing a room with her, in the same bed, UNDER THE SAME SHEETS, he was highly lucky. they’d all love for it to be them but she’s more closer to him and it’s a normal thing to put her with jk, so why now is it a problem? well, it’s always been her and jk, it gets tiresome to them. they crave her attention just as much as him but to them, her main focus is him. they grew to understand it but it’s tiresome. “we just get tired of you being around jk only… that’s all” namjoon mumbled and cleared his throat after. “guys you know we are just closer that’s it” jungkook defended her. “let’s just eat and go to get some shut eye. we need it for tomorrow.” jin said. taehyung looked up at y/n and sighed, he didn’t mean for it to come off seriously. he stood up “sit here, y/n” he said pulling the seat out more for her. she smiled and sat in it. “thank you, v.” she sat down and patted her lap. “sit” she stated and to which tae accepted quickly.

“dinner was great! we should head to sleep.” yoongi stated yawning. they all nodded and soon cleaned up and wished eachother good night while they descended to their rightful rooms. jk and y/n walked side to side just chatting, when jungkook thought about something that he tired to avoid all day. the feeling of wanting her closer than any friend should be. to feel every inch of her body the eye couldn’t see because of the clothes. to eat something he wanted for food all 4 days. “have you ever… had dirty thoughts about… someone?” jungkook asked as they walked into their shared house, for the next 4 days. y/n blushed and started to stutter “U-Uh why this question all of a s-sudden?” she asked looking away.

“to be honest i’ve , always had this feeling toward you. and not in a friendship type way. i try to ignore these feelings because i never know how you feel towards me but, i can’t keep holding back, y/n.” he confessed while sitting on the couch right next to her. he was a mess, from the light alcohol in his system from dinner, to butterflies floating around in is tummy when telling his true feelings to one of his bestest friends. “i feel the same, j.” she spoke out and finally turned to look at him. “i guess sharing rooms all these years have made me grow something inside more than a friend shouldve” she chuckled lightly and jungkook grabbed her hand gently and smiled at her. “can i… kiss you?” he muttered getting closer to her, caressing her hands and intertwining them so they can hold hands. “yes..” she whispered even lower but in case he didn’t hear, she shock her head and smiled lightly. jungkook did waist any second as he softly laid his lips on her softer ones. he pulled her closer wanting her to be as close as possible wanting her touch to be engraved into his body. he wish he could tattoo her touch all over his body. the room felt hot and it was getting heated but they pulled away once they heard bam bark and whimper which scared y/n since she was so into it with jungkook she forgot about her surroundings. they looked between eachother then smiled and let out a light chuckle. “ah, bam-ah, you don’t like your dad getting attention, hm?” he looked at him and bam sat down right next to them. jungkook looked at their intertwined hands and kissed it. “i’m gonna go get something sweet from the kitchen, want anything?” y/n asked and he shook his head. she smiled lightly and kissed him once more before unlocking their hands and heading outside to the kitchen. she couldn’t help be skip to the kitchen, excitement going through her body making her want to dance and sing. once she arrived to the kitchen she saw jimin and hoseok sitting at the table just converting about their day and what they wished to do for the 4 days. she thought she was imagining things but she heard jimin say something in the lines of “ gosh, y/n looks so beautiful i wonder what she will be wearing tomorrow, she looks good in almost anything. her little tummy peeking through her clothes. her curves is everything. ah, jungkook is so lucky. i want to just pick her up and pocket her. from you all.” he chuckled and bit his lip…. no way… does jimin like her too?

[staycorpse]

bts masterlist ♡ ྀ

key : fluff = ☀️ angst = 🌧 smut = 🌑

incomplete = 🪷 complete = 🌸 requested = 🩵

kim seokjin

coming soon!

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min yoongi

coming soon!

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jung hoseok

coming soon!

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kim namjoon

coming soon!

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park jimin

coming soon!

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kim taehyung

coming soon!

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jeon jungkook

coming soon!

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[lovelyoreo19]

P.J.M. ONE SHOT

Name: Zaria Cooper

Ethnicity:African american

'Today is the day i decide to visit my beautiful boyfriend, Park jimin, he is an idol and he works incredibly hard at what he does, so i wanna make him feel special today.'

"Anneyeong, Zaria"

The boys bow to me.

"Anneyeong hyungs" i bow back.

"Jagi?"

I turn to see Jimin with a smile on his face. I smile to.

"Anneyeong, Oppa"

I look at Jimin's appeareance. His eyes are dull, his skin a bit pale and he looks skinnier.

"What brought you here?"

I shrug.

"Just wanted to give you a break from all that kimchi, it's good and all, but nothing tastes better than food from your loved ones"

"True"

He looks to the boys.

"Hyungs"

"We'll take a hour break, and continue later" Namjoon says. The boys leave.

"Wanna have it here?"

"Sounds good"

We sit at a table as i set the food down.

"American food"

"That's ok, right?"

"Yes"

"Great"

I start eating as he watches me. I stop.

"Your not eating?"

Jimin sighs.

"Im not that hungry, jagi"

"Jimin"

"Hmm?"

"A-are you starving yourself again?"

He looks to me in anger.

"What's that suppose to mean?"He snaps.

"I-its just that you look tired,your pale, and your skinner"

"Sorry that im not fucking perfect 24/7, Zaria, maybe you'd rather see me in make up than naturally, is that what you want"

"I want you healthy, i don't care that you don't wear makeup 24/7, and you know i prefer you without it, where is this coming from?"

"Look, i gotta go, break is almost over"

"Jimin, don't walk away from me, you've been distancing yourselve these past weeks and i-" my voice breaks as my face heats up and tears pool in my eyes. "I feel like im losing you to your work" the tears cascade down my cheeks as i look into my best friend and lover's eyes. "Your my best friend i can't lose my best friend, p-please!" She sobs clutching on his shirt.

Jimin's eyes soften as their whole relationship flashed through his eyes. He realizes he has been treating the person he loves most of all like a stranger. And he's hurted her more than anyone else in his life and her pain is his doing and his alone. That simple thought was enough to break his heart because as much as he was her best friend. She was more than that, she was the person he went to when he debuted with BTS she was there for all of his concerts. She was there for his solo songs and gave advice on the lyrics he should keep or not. She was his person.

Jimin's face also heated up, his cheeks flustering into a pink color as he lets out tears. He clutches onto her, tightly. As he covers her face with light kisses.

"Im sorry, jagi, you've been here this whole time and i've shut you out, and i don't ever want to do that"

"I know"

He cries more.

"I don't deserve you"

"No. Jimin-" she cries. "I don't deserve you" she kisses his face, "your kindness" she kisses his face all over, " honesty, humility, your beauty, your voice, your h-heart" he cries too.

"I love you so much, more than anything, jagi, please know that"

"I do"

"Then that's everything to me"

They smile as their foreheads touch. And they softly kiss.

Knowing words spoke louder than actions. Knowing their love would never drift apart, as long as they work at it, they know they'll be lasting.

[anonnie-in-wonderland]

Call Me Crazy...

Rating: T

 Word Count:11.8k 

 Warning(s): anxiety/anxious thoughts, near panic attacks, injury, but also beware the fluff for it is potent

 Summary: When Y/N gets her hands on the newest Samsung phone, she thinks at most she’ll get a little clout with her friends and fewer dropped calls. A direct portal to BTS? Not so much.

 Genre(s): Strangers to Friends to Lovers| Crack Treated Seriously| Fluff| Comedy| Romance| Magical Realism

 Tags: bts x reader | ot7 x reader | poly| FM!POC!reader

 Ch.3:  Don’t Hold Your Breath for a Break

A/N: Hiiii, sorry I’ve been away for so long. 🥺 Life has been pretty stressful. But, I’m back now, new chapter, whoo! I have had this on my mind for a while now, and finally got the chance to incorporate it into this chapter~ I really do hope you enjoy the arrival of the next BTS member to show up, whose dynamics with Y/N are already among my favorites. Also, always feel free to chat with me about this fic if you’d like, I don’t bite and thrive on the engagement! 🤗 I wanna know if anyone wants to guess what is going on or has figured it out yet. This chapter is especially dedicated to the blog who had a super easy tutorial on how to keep your formatting from google docs to tumblr!! Saved me a lot of time. Hehe *PLEASE do not ask about the taglist in this story’s comments*

In the days that followed, Y/N completely fell down a rabbit hole. It felt prudent to look more into BTS, or more specifically, Park Jimin. From a strictly legal perspective and nothing more.

 After all, she was sure his attorneys would be sending a court summons any day now just as soon as they managed to find out her identity and track her down. It was something she lived in fear of.

 Binna was none-the-wiser that the reason she suddenly seemed so attentive about the band’s recent lives was because she wanted to know if they’d mentioned anything. Any clues that would tell Y/N when her days as a free person were coming to an end. 

Honestly, she hadn’t found much. Nothing that would be helpful in allowing her to participate in her own legal defense. Speaking of that, could she even afford an attorney that would be able to stand up against Park Jimin’s? She was sure a global superstar would have the best in the country.

Y/N listlessly scrolled through yet more photos of Jimin—looking for hidden meanings in the recent videos the group had posted was starting to make her feel like she was overreacting at best and paranoid at worst. 

There were pictures of him with a variety of hair colors and outfits, taken over time, and he was flawless in all of them. Even ones she came across where he wasn’t glammed out in full makeup made it obvious he was just one of the lucky ones, naturally born attractive. 

“How many wardrobe malfunctions can one person have throughout their career?” Y/N found herself muttering, spying yet another photo where Jimin’s fancy jacket was sliding down his arm. “Is he allergic to keeping his shirt on his shoulders?”

Though, given how many fan compilations existed that compiled every single moment where Jimin’s shirt or jacket hadn’t quite managed to stay all the way on, it didn’t seem like there were many complaints. Army was swooning and swooning hard if anything. 

But really, being sued within an inch of her life wasn’t even the worst part about it all. If someone saw the “notes” section of her phone, they’d have her committed first, and ask questions later. She’d have her committed, under normal circumstances.

 Because what she had experienced not once, but twice? It went against everything she stood for. Logical, grounded, a firm believer in science and fact. Facts didn’t support phenomena like getting sucked through a mirror and ending up in an idol’s dance studio. 

Facts didn’t support seeing the face of another idol—because she now knew the reason the man in the mirror looked vaguely familiar was because he was another BTS member, Seokjin—instead of her own reflection when she went to brush her teeth. It just…didn’t make sense. 

Science couldn’t support it. It was nuts. Yet it happened to her. And that was the only reason she believed it. Too bad no one else would. Or worse, if and when Jimin announced he’d be pressing charges for assault, and she had confessed beforehand to someone…it would probably be taken as evidence the attack was premeditated.

 Sure, they’d have to prove how she got in. But…but still! She couldn’t risk it. Wouldn’t. Which meant her phone was her only safe secret-keeper. They were co-conspirators in it all. 

Speaking of the damned cursed thing… trying to outright return it hadn’t worked, even though she had the receipt and everything! She still remembered the bizarre events that day.

Y/N was almost out of breath by the time she entered the phone store, embarrassingly worked up in front of the few strangers milling around inside. She got a few curious, side-long glances, and then they went back to perusing the inventory.

“Welcome!” Called an employee already speaking to other customers. “Someone will assist you shortly.”

Y/N gave a short, affirmative nod, trying not to come off anxious as she glanced around. Everything looked…the same as the night she had bought the phone. Shiny new models on display, the monitor above their heads playing a loop of advertisements for different Samsung products, and everything neatly put away and organized. Absently, she began to think over the store’s layout, and the fact that it could have a strong subconscious effect on the consumer. Organization of inventory could actually play a role in whether or not someone wanted to buy something.

But, putting that aside, the store didn’t look like the kind of place that would sell someone a phone that would ruin their life. Looks could be deceiving, though. Who knew what was actually afoot?

“Oh, can I help you, miss?” A middle-aged woman wearing the store’s polo top came over with a tag that said her name was Hayoung asked in an attentive tone.

Y/N was quick to nod. “I’m here to make a return, actually. I bought a phone from your store not long ago.”

“Was the item not to your liking?” Hayoung asked, guiding her over to an available station.

The university student glanced down at the phone in question, which she’d placed back in the original purchase box. “You could…say that.” She mumbled. “I’ve thought about it, and I really don’t need anything even half this fancy.” Telling the woman she thought the phone might have it in for her was out of the question. “So I’d like to exchange it for something simpler.”

Hayoung dutifully accepted the box, scanning the barcode and then lifting up the lid. Y/N had anticipated a smooth return in which she’d flash her receipt, maybe some ID, and have the exchange completed in no time. But when Hayoung’s brow furrowed, she knew she wouldn’t like whatever the saleswoman was going to say.

“Is…is something wrong?”

“Well,” she paused, “Are you sure you purchased your phone here? From this store? I know we’ve had models similar to this in stock before, but this one’s just not ringing up.”

“Really?” Y/N shook her head, rummaging around in her purse. “I don’t see how that could be. I have the receipt if that helps…” 

She then proceeded to go through her small purse, searching the exact spot she knew she had folded and placed the receipt. “Um, hold on a minute please,” Hayoung waited expectantly as Y/N kept looking, growing increasingly more frustrated as she turned the contents of her purse inside out hunting for the receipt. 

No, no way was she ever that careless. She had made sure she put it into her purse before leaving the apartment, and she didn’t exactly care that much in it to begin with! It was all zipped up tight, so how could it have fallen out?!

It took several more long, awkward moments of searching futilely in vein for her to realize it was true. The receipt was no where to be found. Trying to fight down the flush of defeat crossing her cheeks, Y/N cleared her throat, speaking diplomatically, “I’m sorry, I don’t seem to have my receipt on hand after all. I guess I’ll just…try to search it out and return when I do.”

“Oh, there’s no need. Our system can search for and find the purchase if you happen to have the card on hand.”

Y/N wanted to slump over in defeat, “Actually my friend bought it…”

“Oh,” Hayoung tilted her head, “Do you happen to know the account number used?”

Y/N mentally wondered if Binna was free. She shouldn’t be in class right now, right? So it would be okay to quickly give her a call and get this sorted out. She had to leave the store without this phone. That was a must!

 “H-Hold on please!” It was a little embarrassing, snatching the phone she had been trying to return from its box and powering it on. In anticipation of making the return, Y/N had thought to wipe it and remove the SIM card chip, but then recalled hearing it was best to do that at the store when the transaction was complete, in case there was something forgotten on the phone that still needed to be retrieved.

Hastily scrolling down the admittedly short contacts’ list, Y/N located Binna’s number and pressed the button to dial. The phone rang three times, and she anxiously tapped her foot as she waited to see if her friend would pick up. ‘Please, Bin. Come on. Please.’

Of course, as it always was when she needed something to work out, it didn’t quite go smoothly. Binna hadn’t picked up, and she had ended up ending the call right before it switched to voice mail. Typing out a text message asking for the information she needed, Y/N had glared spitefully down at the phone.

“Do you recall the name of the clerk who sold you the phone?” Hayoung asked gently. 

Y/N thought it over, the sales associate’s face floating to mind. “Yes, his name was Suk-kyu.”

“Hmm, that name doesn’t sound familiar.” Hayoung shook her head. “I’ve been employed here three years and never heard anyone go by that name,”

It was unlike her, but Y/N felt she was entitled to a bit of out of character behavior when her jaw actually dropped. “You’re kidding…”

But, Hayoung assured her, she was not. She didn’t think they had ever carried the exclusive Army Edition of the phone. She didn’t know who Suk-kyu was, and Y/N couldn’t find her receipt, the only bit of evidence that might have been able to successfully lift the burden of the phone from her person. She had left the store, apologizing for wasting the patient woman’s time, and feeling like she was at least partially going crazy. 

Needless to say, Y/N had been…anxious about the phone since then. A bit scared, even. A fear she had no choice but to shoulder in silence for the time being. There wasn’t much she could do but continue searching high and low for the receipt and hope it turned up soon.

 In the meantime, she didn’t let on that anything was wrong, using the phone like before, though limiting that to when it was really necessary. No more playing around with it or downloading apps. Nope, she didn’t want to risk getting too attached to the thing. 

The only thing she did besides make calls was research. Things she never would have thought about looking up before. Like, unexplained phenomena with electronics, most of which led to completely wild conspiracy theories or dead ends.

Y/N had been so engrossed in breaking her brain over what to do, she jumped when the apartment door swung open, turning around on the coach to see Binna march in, a few grocery bags in her hands. Keys in her mouth, she gently kicked the door closed, humming to herself until she happened to look up and spot Y/N.

“Oh!” Binna hustled into the small kitchen to set her bags down, then her keys. “Y/N, didn’t expect to see you here right now. You’ve got class today, right?”

“It was canceled…” she sighed, sliding down the couch cushions and placing her phone on the coffee table. “The professor’s out sick with the flu.”

Binna winced in sympathy. “Yikes, poor guy…”

“Yeah,” Y/N took great care not to get sick, so she hadn’t so much as had a cold in years, but she still remembered times when she was a child in bed with chills, body aches and a fever. Once she had even had pneumonia, her mother forced to call out from work and nurse her back to health. “He just wanted us to go over the assignment we’ve been working on since the start of the semester. You know, take this as independent study time basically. But…”

“Buuut, knowing you,” Binna smiled, “You’ve already taken the initiative and gotten a head start a long time ago, so you’re ahead of everyone else.”

“Done, actually,” Y/N confirmed, not afraid to admit to her efficiency. 

Her roommate made a noise of encouragement as she began to put the groceries away. It didn’t look like much. A loaf of bread, some bottles of sauce they’d been running low on, some eggs and a carton of milk.

 “That’s great, since it actually kind of works out. Chin-Mae and Min Su invited me to check out this new steak house that just opened up. I heard reservations are booked out for weeks already, but thanks to Min Su’s connections, we can go this evening. What do you say?” Binna wiggled her eyebrows, trying to entice Y/N. 

“Alright, I’m in,” she agreed.

“Because I’m sure they won’t mind adding just one more to our party, especially if that person is you…” Binna continued to ramble.

“Bin, did you hear me?” Y/N clucked, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I said I’m in.”

Eyes round as the eggs she had put away, Binna blinked, nodded, and finally broke out into an ear to ear grin. “Oh, wow, that’s new. I m-mean not that it isn’t great you wanna join us, but…”

“What?” Y/N felt a little defensiveness creeping up on her, and she probably didn’t do the best job completely hiding it from her tone. “You made the invite, and you said Min Su and Chin-Mae would be fine with it. Did you not…really want me to come along?”

They thought she would kill the mood, the nasty little whisper entered her head unbidden. They thought she was so stuffy and boring.

“What, Y/N, no!” Binna immediately denied, “I’m really glad you can make it,” she shot over to the couch, wrapping her arms around her friend’s neck from behind as she bent over for the hug. “It’s true you normally put up a little more resistance when we ask you to come somewhere. You stay so busy, so I was a little surprised is all. But I’m glad you’re agreeing.”

Y/N’s tense shoulders relaxed, and she mentally sighed to herself, feeling silly. Of course, of course her friends wanted her there. And this was Binna, who struggled to have a bad thought about anybody. Secretly resentful definitely wasn’t her style. 

But with the stress she had been under, and the dread she’d done her best not to give into, Y/N could admit her nerves had been on edge. “Yeah, sorry about that…” she laughed weakly, reaching up and patting one of the arms looped around her neck. “I don’t know where that came from, but I’m happy to eat a little steak if Min Su’s recommending it.” The man had the best luck finding good places to eat, or stores that sold exactly what you were looking for but probably overlooked. 

“Good girl,” Binna uncoiled her arms and leaned back against the couch itself. “That’s the spirit. And hey, I heard from some of the girls in the campus’ BTS fan club that one of the guys on campus might be related to one of the waiters who might have catered the food on the set of a music video for Taehyung!”

She said it in a breathy squeal, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile indulgently. She was almost sure she knew which one Taehyung was, but she still wouldn’t put money on it. It might just as soon be someone else. Maybe Namjoon? 

She’d gotten more familiar with their names but as most of her time perusing videos and photos had been spent investigating Jimin, she wasn’t entirely sure on the others’ faces. Well, besides Jin and J-Hope. 

“Nice,” she said, letting Binna get all her gushing out as she texted Chin-Mae just to make sure it really was okay if she tagged along. Stupid to be anxious about feeling unsure if everyone really wanted her to come, but better to be safe than sorry.

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She was impressed the minute they walked through the door. Min Su stopped trying to sneak an arm around Chin-Mae’s waist and immediately went over to talk to the maître d. The two men spoke cordially, the head waiter confirmed their reservation, and then they were led to their table with a flourish. 

Binna was practically bouncing on her heels, squealing under her breath. “Can you believe this place?” she whispered excitedly, “I feel like a movie star, coming here.”

The restaurant was definitely lavish, so she understood where her friend was coming from. The tables were polished stained oak, and lit by a candle to provide ambiance, and the floors were a gorgeous brown tile that Y/N suspected to be marble. 

The restaurant was done in a mixture of black, gold with high beam wood ceilings and low atmospheric lighting. They walked past a bar, long and oval, with shimmering glasses the team of bartender would pull down as they did impressive tricks to wow the gathered guests. 

“It’s one of the hottest spots in Gangnam right now,” Chin-Mae commented as they sat down. The table comfortably fit the four of them, and everyone got settled as a young woman hurried over, handing them menus and introducing herself. 

“This is so cool,” Binna exclaimed, still wiggling in place. She shook Y/N’s arm. She was all done up with some icy blue eye shadow that matched her aqua dress, and a more subtle plum shade of lipstick. 

Her hair was secured in a complicated twist by a pin she recognized from the last time they had gone shopping together. Y/N adjusted the shawl draped over her shoulders, pulling down her own strapless dress. Binna had helped her pick accessories, which were mostly shades of amber or gold, and apply some light makeup. 

Y/N chuckled, nodding as she scanned the menu, trying her best to ignore the listed prices. She had come fully prepared to pay her own way, but Min Su insisted the meal was going to be on him. It must have been nice.

 The perks of being from an affluent family, she supposed. The guy was already well on his way to being a successful lawyer, following the family tradition. He had moved all the way from his hometown in China to come and work on his master’s degree at one of the top universities in Korea, just for a change of pace. “Thanks again for letting us crash your date night, guys.” Binna beamed.

“Please,” Chin-Mae scoffed lightly, not looking up from his menu. “What was I supposed to do all evening? Talk to him?”

Min Su pouted, but it didn’t diminish the fond glow in his eyes as he leaned over his boyfriend’s shoulder and whispered something in his ear that gave Chin-Mae pause.

 Their friend cut a sharp look at his partner, smacking his thigh and then proceeding to ignore the man who was happily leaning into him and commenting on the menu. Yeah, nothing new there. Min Su was totally gone on Chin-Mae, as always.

 There was nothing about Chin-Mae’s bluntness or dismissive attitude in public that ever put him off. If anything, the mean behavior only served to make Min Su try harder. Though, she and Binna both knew Chin-Mae wouldn’t be with someone this long if he wasn’t just as serious about them.

 He was just a straight shooter, raised in a family that wasn’t completely accepting of who he was, and unfortunately awkward and out of his depth about how to handle someone as affectionate and doting as the man he happened to fall in love with.

 They were well suited in that regard. Min Su was patient and persistent enough to shower Chin-Mae in all the attention he needed to overcome the lingering doubts about being worthy of such deep love and devotion. 

Y/N was perfectly fine, pursuing the path she was. Career goals first, everything else second. But sometimes, watching them, a little envy did ignite.

 It must have been nice to find something like that, and she was truly happy for them. It didn’t seem likely she’d have time in the near future to go out and chase it for herself, of course. And she wasn’t really worried about it. 

“So, what’ll it be for you guys?” Y/N cleared her throat, interrupting the warm and cozy silence they’d all been existing in.

“Ohh, I think I’m gonna have the smoked chicken and spinach salad, and a side of the fried mushrooms,” Binna announced, tongue poking out in concentration as her finger followed where the items she wanted were on the menu.

“You’re going so easy on him.” Chin-Mae remarked. “I’m getting the iron skillet trout,” he squinted, leaning further into the menu. Min Su only smiled, plucking the reading glasses from Chin Mae’s breast pocket that he had forgotten to put on and placing them on his face for him.

 The absent-minded pat he got on the hand for it made the law student’s whole face light up. “And the chicken fried steak. That okay, babe?” He might not have looked it, exactly, but Chin-Mae had a healthy appetite. And if they were coming to such an exclusive restaurant for the first time, it wasn’t surprising he wouldn’t be keen to hold back.

Min Su was nodding encouragingly before Chin-Mae had even fully gotten the question out of his mouth. “And what about you, Y/N?”

She clammed up slightly, having been looking at the menu, mentally ruling out what seemed too expensive, or wasn’t quite her taste. “Uh, the pot roast sounds like a filling entree.”

“And?” Chin-Mae prodded, interlocking his hands together and leaning on them.

“And nothing,” Y/N shook her head. “It comes with two sides, that’s more than enough.”

“Boo,” Her friend hissed dramatically. “Fine. If neither one of you is going to take advantage of this, then I guess it’s up to me.”

Their waitress returned with a tray of drinks at precisely that moment, and as she set them down in front of the correct person, everyone began telling her their orders, which she jotted down without missing a beat.

 Only Min Su had actually ordered any steak, but, given the price of a 24 oz there was just no way she felt comfortable doing that to the poor guy, even if he was a good sport about it and more than capable of handling a large bill. 

As they sat, sipping their champagne and waiting on the food, something Y/N had been putting off thinking about started floating through her mind. Ever since the whole Jimin fiasco, despite her deep diving and frantic searching, nothing had turned up that indicated anyone was coming after her. 

But she just wasn’t willing to believe she’d gotten away that easily. She almost killed a celebrity. And, due to that, she’d really wanted to seek legal advice from Min Su, under the guise of some far-fetched hypothetical, of course. Her friends weren’t onto her, and she couldn’t give them a reason to be. 

She just had to find a way to casually broach the topic…

“Oh,” Binna gasped from her side, drawing the whole table’s attention to herself. She was carefully scrolling her phone with a freshly manicured nail, scowling slightly. It was so rare that Binna displayed any actual disdain, it had Y/N a bit curious. 

“What’s wrong, Bin?”

“It’s nothing,” she replied immediately, then paused. “Well it’s not nothing but, it’s just…I really wished we lived in a world that respected idols as people, you know? Some people call themselves fans and act like famous people aren’t allowed to have any boundaries.” She then went on to describe how there’d been another sasaeng incident reported on a news site she followed to keep up with celebrity gossip. 

Apparently, it was a pretty serious one, and crazed ‘fans’ had attacked an actress a well-known idol was reported to be dating. Her bodyguard had fended them off, but the actress still went to the hospital with some injuries. 

Y/N perked up slightly, but Min Su and Chin-Mae were thankfully too engrossed in listening to Binna rant to notice. It would be much easier to bring up her question using the information Binna had just provided them as a pretext.

 It was about time she had a stroke of good luck. Stopping to think it over, Y/N cringed. Not that she wasn’t sympathetic to the poor woman who had been harmed because of someone’s delusions. But it just…presented an opportunity she had to take, and….

‘Oh, why am I trying to rationalize it to myself?! I should just ask the question before the subject changes.’

 That decided, she opened her mouth and spoke, doing her best to make it seem as casual as possible. “So Min Su, you’re practically a lawyer. What kind of charges could that person face? Attacking a celebrity and inflicting bodily harm isn’t the same as harassing them for a photo.”

 Y/N silently patted herself on the back, sitting from her glass with an expression carefully schooled to look only mildly interested. Inside was another matter. She was rocking back in forth, heart hammering and eyes wide, waiting for an answer with baited breath.

“Hmm, well, I’ve mostly studied corporate law.” He admitted, playing with a ring on his index finger, “But I do know that given the severity, it’s likely both the actress and the company she’s represented under will press charges. Things are also moving faster these days, prosecuting people who do things like that.” 

Y/N swallowed, eyes fixated on Min Su’s thoughtful expression. “There were also witnesses, so it’s very likely to result in a conviction.��� Yes, there had been a witness in her case too. Well, J-Hope had only seen her fleetingly. Maybe. Hopefully not. But if she was on any camera then…it was most definitely over for her.

 “The court could go light on them if it was a first offense…they might be sentenced to a large fine and community service…” Okay, Y/N thought. It would probably drain her savings, but it was still possible to bounce back and have a future, right? She could still put it in the past and become a CEO one day, right?! “Then again, it was a premeditated attack. Jail time is also a strong possibility.”

Her heart sank back down to her feet. Jail. What successful CEO in Korea had been to jail before graduating, and for assaulting an idol no less. 

‘I. Am. Done.’

“What’s the matter, Y/N?” Binna giggled, “You look like you smelled a rotten egg. But I guess hearing about how far some crazy people will go is pretty disgusting, isn’t it? I don’t think I’ll have much sympathy for them, whatever happens.”

“…Yeah…” Y/N said once her words came unstuck. That was another thing. Her sweet friend was going to think she was a criminal. She had known Binna since high school, having shared a homeroom class with her. They were vague acquaintances then, friendly enough to speak from time to time but by no means close enough to hang out between classes or after school. 

In fact, admittedly, Y/N used to wonder if Binna’s perky personality was just an act. It had to be, in her cynical rationalizing, because who was really that upbeat, in high school? 

Later on, she would realize she was just projecting, and once she stopped doing that was when she truly came to appreciate Binna for all that she was, steadfast and supportive. Although they didn’t become close, didn’t become friends, until meeting at orientation when arriving at Korea University. 

“They knew the consequences before they did it.” Chin-Mae joined in, swishing the last of his champagne around before drinking it down. “It’s stupid to think your life won’t be impacted when you run wild like that.”

Except, Y/N wanted to wail. She hadn’t known. She wasn’t a sasaeng, and she knew she had assaulted someone but at the same time she hadn’t really done anything wrong. Except maybe buy a cursed magical phone, that somehow was behind all this.

…Yeah, she’d just keep that thought to herself. 

“Well,” Y/N smiled, “Thanks for giving your input.” She told Min Su, who nodded, humming with a cheerful ‘no problem’.

A cartoony chime went off, and Binna groaned as she stared down at her phone, “Nooo,” she sighed, sounding truly remorseful. “Right now?”

“What’s happening?” Chin-Mae raised a brow.

“Jimin is going live!” She whined, “And normally I’d watch but I’m having such a great time with all of you, and I don’t want to be rude…”

“It’s fine, go ahead.” Y/N said, forcing a smile. “We know how addicted to that stuff you are.” Really, she wanted the floor to swallow her into the abyss. She knew the minute she heard that sound what was going on. If her phone had been turned on, they would have heard the same noise coming from her purse too.

She had made an account on several apps BTS often broadcasted their lives to, and set an alert for just that occasion. There were a couple of false alarms she hadn’t tuned into once she saw they weren’t from the person she was basically stalking at this point. But this was it. The big moment. 

He hadn’t done a solo live since the accident…but Binna said his members had mentioned that he had a small accident while practicing and was recovering well. 

All of Army was behind him, sending him tons of well wishes from all over the world. It was sweet, but she wondered how fast they would turn if they knew she was behind their beloved idol’s injuries. 

“Yeah, what Y/N said,” Chin-Mae rolled his eyes. “Check on your man,” he joked.

Binna giggled, flashing them a cute heart. “He’s not my man,” she replied playfully, “I’d have to get in line for that. Plus, I’m really more of an OT7, you know? It’s really hard to stick with one bias.”

 Nonetheless, when she began to watch, since Y/N couldn’t exactly whip out her phone and do the same without raising suspicion, she subtly leaned closer to at least listen.

Of course, Binna was always more astute than she let on. “Oh, did you wanna see too?” She angled the screen so they could both see before Y/N even had the chance to protest. 

And the live was just starting, the exact same idol she had seen what felt like a lifetime ago was sitting in a room by himself. It looked like he was on a couch, legs crossed, looking small in his soft oversized sweater and giving the camera a cute wave. “Hi, everyone,” his sweet voice said. “Thank you for waiting on me!”

Gushing comments poured in, cheering him and welcoming him back, asking him what he’d been up to, and telling him he looked good. Jimin tilted his head, a coy, secretive smile appearing on his shiny lips. Y/N couldn’t tell if he was wearing gloss or if they always looked like that.

 She had been a bit too preoccupied the one and only time she had the opportunity to see them in person. He had dyed his hair a different color, though. It was now a shade of strawberry blonde that complimented his angelic features well.

 “Well, I haven’t been up to much. Just resting, really.” he explained. “Even on days when I felt better and tried to join practices, the members just shooed me away.” He laughed. “Oh, but look at this!” He reached down, his head dipping out of screen for a minute, popping up seconds later holding a little pot. “Taehyung got me this ‘get well’ plant!” He showed them a cute little sapling.

Binna cooed, Y/N glancing at her then refocusing on his words. Who knew when a hidden meaning would pop up.

“I don’t know how well I’ll be able to take care of it; I’m not sure if I have a green thumb. But I’ll try my best!”

Comments came pouring in again, people saying he was going to enter his plant dad era, because collecting succulents could be addicting.

 Other people gushed at the sweetness of the VMin friendship, whatever that was, and yet more people reminded Jimin that he looked really good. Yet one comment in particular seemed to catch his eye, and he squinted, seemingly intrigued. 

“Hmm? You wish you were a plant so I could take care of you?” He repeated. “You don’t have to be a plant for me to want to take care of you.” The statement was very matter-of-fact, “You’re Army. I’ll always watch over Army.”

Binna sounded like she released a tiny sniffle. “Is he not just the sweetest?” She asked, nudging Y/N a bit. “Since you’re new to BTS, have you chosen a bias yet?”

Y/N wished she could tell her the real reason behind her sudden interest, but that was kind of out of the question. “No, not yet…”

“Y/N’s a BTS fan now?” Chin-Mae asked, “Since when?”

“Pretty recent.” Binna replied.

Y/N was only half listening to her friends, mostly focusing on Jimin’s chatter. Someone was still insisting they wanted to be his plant, and he looked nothing short of amused. 

“Okay, if you insist. Should I start a garden then?” He asked his fans. Y/N watched, stunned, as his bright eyes narrowed into a practiced and very effective smolder. She had seen it in pictures before, but in real time it was really something else, “It’ll be full of so many pretty flowers, and you’ll all bloom just for me, right?” The heady purr of his words sent a shocked shiver right down her spine. 

Binna swooned, while Y/N felt her breath hitch. ‘What… the…hell…was that?!’ A flirty throwaway line like that had never had that effect on her before.

 But then, thinking back, he had flirted with her in the dance studio too. She’d just been too worried to pay attention. Clearly, the man was an old hand at the art of duality, going from wholesome to heathen in five seconds flat. That was…dangerous. 

Binna seemed to already know how she felt, leaning into her with a sigh. “That, Y/N, is what happens when Jimin turns from angel to demon.” Her friend explained. “I’d say you’ll get used to it, but odds are you probably won’t.”

Jimin then went back to amicably speaking to everyone, as if he hadn’t just teased fans within an inch of their lives. The conversation moved on, and he was speaking about upcoming projects he was excited about or a funny habit that he had noticed in his band member. All normal, non-threatening stuff. Y/N was almost thinking she could relax. Almost. 

“What? You want to tell me a secret?” Jimin was reading another comment. “Okay, I’m listening…”

Y/N quirked a brow at the comment. “Sometimes I dream about you.” it read.

The idol grinned, replying casually. “Sometimes I miss Army so much I end up thinking about all of you in the middle of the day.” Y/N’s blood ran cold as he looked intensely at the screen. “It’s almost like you’re there…”

That was it. The sign she was waiting for! He was talking to her. 

“I…” Y/N stumbled to her feet, startling Binna. “Need the bathroom, I’ll be back.”

“Oh, okay.” Her friend said slowly, setting down her phone. “Is anything wrong? You don’t…look so good suddenly.”

‘You wouldn’t either in my shoes,’ she thought miserably. ‘Park Jimin is going to sue me within an inch of my life.’

“It’s alright,” she held a hand to her stomach, selling the illusion of sudden nausea. “Just…lady problems.” She said lamely.

Poor Binna didn’t even question it; she nodded, eyes full of sympathy. “Well text if you need anything.” She squeezed Y/N’s hand. “I’ve got a few extra tampons in my purse.” she whispered discreetly. Really, Binna was too good of a friend for her. 

Y/N rounded the corner in a hurry, blindly guessing where the bathrooms might be located. She passed their waitress, rolling out a cart that she was pretty sure contained their meals. Everything looked delicious, and of course she couldn’t even enjoy the great evening Min Su had generously provided. All because she was screwed. 

She hustled into a bathroom as fancy as the rest of the steak house, and so spacious there would probably be an echo. She hustled over to the sink, activating the handless system by shoving her trembling fingers under it. As she splashed her face with warm water, the dread twisting up her stomach gave way to deja vu. 

‘This is just like…the event at the internship.’ The wild day that would be the beginning of the end of her life. Removing her hands from the water, she gently pressed the pad of her thumb up to her eye, tapping it a few times.

 Her makeup was well done, but it still felt like she could see bags. ‘At least it can’t get worse.’ She assumed. After all, what was worse than this? The dumb phone was put away in her clutch, turned off, and back at the table.

 The very least she could do was fake a smile so she didn’t ruin everyone’s meal, and enjoy what might be her last chance to experience this. They probably didn’t serve many steakhouse dinners where she was going. 

That thought firmly in mind, Y/N squared her shoulders and prepared to march back out, tightly gripping her clutch at her side. Wait, her clutch?!

Binna must have handed it over to her, assuming she might need it. She had said to text if she needed anything, and Y/N couldn’t exactly do that without a phone. Well, at least it was off. Y/N wasn’t totally sure what kind of phenomenon had disrupted her life, but it all started with that phone. 

No sooner had she backed away from the mirror than a wave of dizziness overtook her, sending her keeling forward. Instinctively, she clutched the sink to maintain her balance, almost screaming out when she looked up as the dizzy feeling passed. 

The mirror in front of her was the same as always, a reflection of her wide, mortified eyes. But the long glossy mirror that made up the entire wall of the bathroom at the entrance of the restroom? 

A reflection of another room, just like before. “No…” she whispered, not ready to admit that it was happening again. What was worse? All of it being real, or her losing her mind? “Not again…!”

She clenched her eyes shut, then attempted to get her feet moving. She would keep her head down and hurry right on past, to the exit. That was the plan at least. And she was making good progress to move without falling over in her modest heels, but the minute she actually got closer to the mirrors, a strange feeling overwhelmed her. 

Almost like a compulsion to stop. Y/N felt like she was watching a scene in a movie, watching a victim wander down the hall of a haunted house, towards the homicidal attacker lying in wait.

 Her feet were making her move on her own! Her fingertips reached out, and yet she had no control. She had to touch the mirror, see if that room on the other side was real. But deep down, she knew the answer before her fingers made contact.

It was a strange emotion somewhere between surprise resignation when she wobbled onto a floor that was not marble and found her eyes darting around a room that was not the steak house. 

Pressing against the mirror desperately, she confirmed what a large part of her had assumed. There was no give to the mirror, apparently no way back from the time being. Was she even still in Gangnam?

Her senses were feeding her all kinds of information, and frankly, it was starting to overwhelm her. The raw scents of sweat, male musk, and ammonia could only mean one thing, and it was further proven when she peered around the blind corner of a painted brick wall, only to see two people exercising. 

Well, one was doing stretches, and with the way he hopped up, he had just finished. An older man in a tank top and sweats had pads strapped to his hands, and Y/N watched closely, not even daring to breathe, as the younger man sat down and laced boxing gloves onto his taped hands. 

He stood up, and who she assumed was his trainer got into a defensive stance while the younger man hopped around nimbly. Y/N watched, wide-eyed as they began to train, the guy in the black hoodie practicing blocking, jabbing and dodging.

 It was clear he had put a lot of dedication into this. Y/N was never much of a sports person, but she knew the result of hard-work when she saw it. His moves were fluid, and instead of slowing down, they got quicker the more he went at it. 

Somehow, it never felt like a good time to draw their attention to herself, go wobbling over in her dinner attire, and ask for directions back to the High Tower SteakHouse. She had a few other options, of course, like calling Binna. Or maybe Chin-Mae…but how did she explain it? 

She had gone to the restroom for a few minutes and wound up in a completely different location without leaving the restaurant?! Then again, it meant they would really have no choice but to believe her. 

It was impossible for her to have gone anywhere far when they all saw her leave for the bathroom. Maybe she could sneak out while they were distracted and then call when she was outside the gym, not standing around all conspicuous.

Y/N was weighing the merits of her plan when she heard an excited yell, whipping her head around and watching the trainer give his client a few congratulatory pats on the back, apparently satisfied with the work he’d put in for the day. 

They began speaking lowly to themselves, and Y/N paled when she noticed the only door out of the room she could spot was behind them…. The corner she was standing behind seemed to be where the water fountains and locker rooms were located. 

Hiding out in there was another option, but it didn’t exactly appeal when she would have to keep checking to see when the gym was empty. Right now it was just the two of them, but what if more people came in? 

They’d have questions about someone being dressed like she was, right? Then again she could also be found out just staying put where she was. Ugh…it was beyond frustrating. 

Her luck was completely shot, huh?

A little hope returned when the trainer waved at the young man and then began heading for the exit. She assumed they were done for the day, and the second guy would be done soon too. But not so, because then she’d actually be lucky. 

As soon as his trainer had cleared the room, he gave a loud sigh, beginning to shimmy out of his hoodie. Y/N didn’t think she was close enough to make the door in the small moment he had his vision obstructed, but she was close enough to get an eyeful.

 If his training earlier hadn’t tipped her off that he was dedicated, his physique would have. He was all hard lines, though the minuscule glimpse of a thin waist when his shirt rode up with his hoodie was impressive too.

 She could see a full sleeve of tattoos decorating one arm, and coupled with his longish two-toned hair, a deep brown that gave way to a raging red, he was kind of…hard to look at. Distracting in a way she didn’t anticipate. She didn’t get distracted, not usually.  

He, on the other hand, got straight to business. Oblivious of her presence, he walked right over to the large, hanging punching bag and began to hit it. But he wasn’t just hitting it. Again, Y/N was no boxing aficionado, but she knew he knew what he was doing. 

His strikes were always controlled, his breathing never ragged the way she could guess hers would be. He pivoted on his back foot, and she knew that the small movement put more power into his strikes.

 He was hitting the bag like it owed him money, grunting occasionally, the muscles in his arms and shoulders flexing in his t-shirt. At some point, Y/N figured he would stop. He would either head out the door, or into the locker room, and that was when she would flee. 

Hopefully, wherever the cruel cosmic entity that thought her life was a joke had dumped her, it wasn’t very far from the restaurant. Then again, shouldn’t she have gotten a worried text by now? 

She’d been gone for a while. Or, maybe Binna had actually come to check on her and seen that she had disappeared entirely. Y/N could imagine the freak out as Binna flailed her way back to the table and informed Min Su and Chin-Mae that somehow, someway, she’d been kidnapped. 

What was her life lately, she thought miserably. With nothing to really do but scroll her phone or continue to watch the mystery man go at it, she turned to checking what news was trending for the day. Normally, she at least kept up with news involving the business world, if nothing else.

 The celebrity gossip blogs she left to Binna, BTS investment notwithstanding. Stocks were up at several companies she had an interest in working at after graduation—assuming she made it with her life in chaos lately—so that was good.

 A CEO had resigned from his post at a company she had almost interned at but decided not to at the last minute off a strange feeling. Some scandal involving embezzlement. So she dodged a bullet there.

 And, lastly, BTS’ Jungkook had endorsed some new sports brand, and now merchandise was selling out faster than it could be restocked. The article included a picture of Jungkook, posing in shorts and a t-shirt next to a mountain of different athletic gear for various sports. 

Wait. Y/N could have swallowed her tongue. Wait. That man, the man in the picture and the one boxing…were the same person?!

Feeling like she may just be sick, Y/N did a quick check, and really took in the boxer. That was undoubtedly the idol pictured in the article. 

Not only was she going to jail for assaulting one BTS member (albeit on accident) a fact that she had managed to forget up until that moment, she got pulled back into the same thing that got her in trouble before, and ended up crossing paths with another one?! 

Once it came out what happened between her and Park Jimin, there was no possible way people would believe she wasn’t a sasaeng. The circumstantial evidence just kept getting more and more damning. 

Jungkook. Jungkook. What did she know about Jungkook? Admittedly not much, considering all her focus had really been on Jimin for obvious reasons. She knew…that Binna said he was the youngest in the boy group. He was multitalented, and here her friend swore she wasn’t exaggerating or anything.

 According to her, he was like some kind of Barbie of idols, he could do it all. Those weren’t her exact words, but it was the gist. Jungkook also had a habit of being a little shy around members of the opposite sex, or so it was claimed. 

Y/N personally had always thought all idols had to be manufacturing some parts of their personalities for public consumption. Who knew which parts? None of the scraps of information she had been fed told her anything about whether he was liable to press charges for stalking him or not.

Then again, he was an idol, and knowing that, Y/N had to assume he had gone out of his way to book private gym time, hence why the spacious work out room was empty save for him. Which meant him catching her was going to lead to a world of trouble. 

How good were her odds if she just booked it for the exit the minute he went back to the locker room? Or if he left, she’d wait a little bit to be sure he had cleared the building, then she’d leave too. Waiting…yep…that’s all she could do. If she wasn’t in a dress, and didn’t find the idea so dirty, she would slump over on the floor.

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Jungkook caught the punching bag as it swung back from his last strike, finally feeling satisfied with his boxing for the time being. His limbs had that good burn that he liked, and his heart rate was up, despite his controlled breathing. But he wasn’t ready to leave just yet, so he decided to switch from boxing to something new. After a break.

Unlacing his boxing gloves, he found his gym bag and rummaged inside for his water bottle. Sitting down on a mat, he took a few sips, trying not to gulp it down too fast. His bottle was empty in no time, despite his attempts at moderation, and refilling before he resumed working out didn’t seem like a bad idea. 

His footsteps echoing in the big empty gym was probably his imagination, but the weird sight when he rounded the corner? That he was pretty sure was real. Leaning against the wall, a woman…no, a girl, dressed up like she had somewhere important to be was nodding off. He froze, staring, all kinds of thoughts flying through his head. 

Who was she? How’d she get in? When did she get in? Was she dangerous? Did he need to call for back up? Jungkook had purposely began training at this gym because it was exclusive. As his fame had grown, unfortunately he had to stop using more easy to find public gyms.

 The one at HYBE was an option, but sometimes he wanted something…quieter. Trainees who came in meant well, and they tried to be respectful besides giving him friendly greetings, but they couldn’t help but gawk, and that made it awkward when he was trying to get in the zone. Here, he had thought, was perfect.

But maybe he was rushing to conclusions. He didn’t know anything about the situation besides a girl in a nice dress was falling asleep by the water fountains while standing up. Her head slumped forward, then snapped up quickly as she jolted awake, eyes wide and alert. 

That was when they locked gazes, and his loose, sore muscles tensed right up. She, on the other hand, curled away like she was facing a thug in an alley. It was bemusing; yeah he’d bulked up a lot in the last several years after he got serious about training. Jungkook never considered himself all that intimidating, though. 

“Are you… staff?” he asked, since it didn’t seem like she was going to speak up first. Not with the way she kept looking like the guillotine was coming down on her head any moment. 

It took a reasonably long time for her to compose herself and answer, which was another pretty big tip off that something was not right. He was ready to whip out his phone and call security. Or at least he would be, if he hadn’t put it on do not disturb and left it in his bag. 

“This is all a misunderstanding, really,” she warbled, her hands slapped the wall behind her like she was trying to steady herself. “I didn’t…I didn’t mean to be here.”

“What?” Jungkook was definitely growing suspicious. No one who wasn’t up to something just answered like that.

“I was just going to wait until you left and I guess I started to nod off…” she ran a shaky hand through her hair, disturbing it a little. “But really, please, if you’ll pretend you never saw me, I promise, I’ll be on my way.”

He backed away quickly as she lurched forward, but before he could tell her not to do anything funny, she bowed very formally, and the idol watched, perplexed. When he didn’t respond in any way, she resumed her upright position, then tried to brush by him with her head down. 

Though, when he noticed the phone clenched tight in her fist, he acted without thinking. Something his hyungs had told him to be careful of doing in the past. At least they weren’t around to scold him.

“Hey,” he seized her wrist, and she stopped in her tracks, though he wasn’t expecting her reaction at all. Her eyes took in the hand on her like she could just flay it off with the intensity of her stare alone, and then she met his eyes head-on, hers surprisingly stony. “Your phone…”

“What about it?” she tried tugging her hand away, but he wasn’t ready to let go just yet. Not until he got some answers. He liked this gym. He wanted to keep using this gym, and at the thought that his privacy was being invaded yet again, and he would have to find somewhere else, yet again, he was getting a little worked up. 

“That’s an Army phone, a Galaxy Z Flip 4: Army Edition.”

Her eyes widened, and then she scoffed, shaking her head. “Yeah, I guess you would know. But to tell you the truth, though I can admire your band’s marketability, this phone itself has been nothing but problems. This is just the latest one. Now, please, let go.” There was some bite in her tone now, her voice surprisingly stern. 

When she tugged again, he acquiesced, something she probably didn’t expect, since she stumbled before catching herself. And when she felt her cellphone tugged right out of her hand? She rounded on him, scowling. “That belongs to me.” She held her hand out, clearly expecting it back.

“Why are you here? This is a private gym, and you don’t sound like you’re staff.”

She snatched for the phone, but he held it away, using his speed to his advantage. “Are you Army?”

“What? No,” she sounded offended by the notion, which in turn offended him. Then again, a true Army wouldn’t do this to him. Wouldn’t invade his space. “And what does that matter?”

“You’re not Army but you’ve got a phone that’s a rare exclusive. Only Army would want to own something like this. And if you’d go this far, you might be a sasaeng.” 

Here, she did pause in trying to retrieve her phone, a bit red in the face under her makeup. “Please, between my class schedule and internship, who would even have the time? The people who think stalking and harassing idols is worth jeopardizing their future for really need…” Surprisingly, the girl tried to jump for the phone like she wasn’t in heels, but he held it above his head, which meant it was way above hers, “…a hobby!”

“So I won’t find pictures you secretly took on this?” Jungkook squinted, not convinced. 

“No!” She hissed, jumping again, “Now who’s invading whose privacy, you…you muscle-headed, bunny-eyed brute!” 

He was so taken aback, he faltered, and with one last pounce, the mystery girl had snatched the phone, though not without a cost.

 Before she could even yell out in triumph, her heel wobbled and her foot rolled. Jungkook watched in slow motion, wincing in automatic sympathy as she went down. 

Time sped up as she cried out, on the ground and clutching her ankle in a dress too nice to be touching the bare gym floor. He stood over her, carefully watching her face at first. He could tell she was in pain, but attempting not to show the extent.

 Something about that alone…took him back to his early days. A wave of nostalgia he didn’t want to feel washed over him. He would hide his exhaustion, sometimes even hide injuries sustained while on stage until the end of a performance, until he couldn’t hide it anymore, just to avoid worrying his hyungs.

 And when they caught him, like they inevitably always did, he’d cry, apologize, worry they would resent him. It didn’t make sense to everyone, probably only to those who had experience firsthand with the feeling. Not wanting to let others down, wanting to live up to everyone’s expectations, struggling with the fact that they were still human.

The girl gingerly tried to shift her injured ankle, and that alone seemed to send a fresh wave of pain throbbing through it. With the way she bit her lip and clenched her eyes to stifle the cry he could just tell. 

And even though Jungkook had been concerned about a million things regarding her appearance, including that she might be another delusional ‘fan’, no one could fake pain that expertly. Plus, she’d have to be some actress to make her ankle swell on command.

 It was probably stupid of him to drop his guard, even for a second, but he found himself dropping to his knees, almost reaching out, and then hesitating. She stared up at him through her lashes, her own eyes as guarded as his had been, but wavering as she focused on ignoring her obvious injury. “I need…I need to call my friend.”

Making up his mind, Jungkook loosely grasped her foot by the heel, ignoring her half-hearted attempts to swat his hand away. He extended her leg, careful not to hurt her as he manipulated her foot to get a better idea of how bad it was. “You rolled it pretty hard.” He finally concluded.

“Yeah, no kidding.” Jungkook briefly met eyes with her again, but she stubbornly looked away. “I wonder how that happened.”

Guilt hit him pretty fast. Yeah. Even if he thought she was an intruder, he should have just called security and let them handle it. They were never far, and there was no way she could have stopped him. Not by physically overpowering at least. 

“Hang on,” he told her, setting her foot down and getting back on his feet. “I can help.”

“That’s a nice gesture,” she ground out, failing to hide a wince, “But really, I have my phone, so I can just call my fri—” she grabbed it and opened it, only for her face to fall. “Really? Now?” He heard her grumble irritably.

Noticing his quizzical face, turned a blank screen to him. “It’s dead.” She deadpanned. 

“Okay, then let me help.”

Jungkook didn’t know this stranger by any stretch of the imagination, but he had anticipated what her response would be. It probably sounded something like “no”, since she seemed disinclined to take his help.

 Was she always like this, so stubborn? Was it some kind of pride thing? He had been there, too; his hyungs really had their hands full with him over the years, didn’t they? 

Retrieving the first aid kit Jimin had gifted him some time back, he made a brisk return to find the girl in much the same position he had left her, staring sulkily at her injured ankle. She looked up when he approached, but didn’t say a word. 

“You might have to take off your shoe.” he informed her.

He waited to get a response, the big plastic kit held by his side. Jungkook wondered if she just planned to ignore him, and if he should take her silence as consent and proceed, but that didn’t feel right. Finally, she mumbled, “…This is really happening…isn’t it?”

Nodding slowly, he popped the kit open and examined its contents, locating the roll of compression wrap. While he did that, he noticed her leaning forward, trying to unstrap her heel without moving in a way that would hurt her foot even more. 

Jungkook had never worn heels, but he always thought anyone who did without falling over must have some hidden talent. Hers weren’t as tall as some, but she was still plucking at the strap with building frustration. 

Guessing she wanted it over and done with just as bad as he did, the idol seized the heel of her foot again, bringing her leg out and reaching for the buckle himself.

If he expected a beaming smile and a grateful attitude, he’d be sorely mistaken. She gave him the stink eye. “I can do at least this much.”

“Maybe, but I can do it faster.” He shrugged, already loosening the heel and sliding it off while holding her foot steady. From so close, and without the shoe in the way, he could really see just how fast the ankle had discolored and swollen. Again, he wrestled with the guilt, absently reaching for the wrap. “So,” he began by holding her ankle at a ninety-degree angle, “Who are you? Because this doesn’t mean I forgot…”

“Believe me, I’m someone who doesn’t want to be here anymore than you want me to be here. I didn’t have a choice, not that you’d ever believe me…” she huffed. “But, because legal repercussions are probably unavoidable, I’ll start by being cooperative. Maybe when they review all this, that’ll work in my favor.” It sounded like she was talking to herself, not him, but then she cleared her throat and extended her hand. “My name is L/N Y/N.”

Jungkook didn’t expect such a strange introduction, and the attempt at a handshake reminded him of Namjoon-hyung. He grasped her palm very briefly, barely holding on to it long enough for their hands to go up and down, but she didn’t seem inclined to want to hold onto him either.

“Y/N…” he repeated. 

“As for what I’m doing here…well, again, it’s not something any sane person would believe.” She switched her focus to watching him meticulously wrap her ankle. It was pretty careful care for someone that could have been stalking him, but he had already started, and if he was going to do it, his sense of perfectionism said he had to do it right. 

“Are you…insane?”

“Excuse me?” She didn’t look very amused, but he guessed it wasn’t exactly a polite question.

“You said a sane person wouldn’t believe you…” he explained. 

“I am not insane,” Y/N rubbed a hand to her forehead. “I just feel like I am lately,” she whispered. “I was dining out with some friends, in the restaurant bathroom and then…”

Jungkook waited while he secured the wrap with some bandage clips and closed his first aid kit. “And then?”

“It’s going to sound insane,” she finished matter-of-factly, “You’re going to call me a liar and accuse me of stalking you, then we’ll be right back where we started.”

Jungkook was torn between still wanting to contact security, but also experiencing some curiosity he couldn’t quite tamp down. “Do you have proof?” It didn’t sound like she did. 

“Proof?” Y/N repeated, arching a brow as if he had just said something strange.

“You’re not even going to try to make me believe you?” he goaded. 

“Sure, help me up and I’ll hobble right over to the mirror. You’ll see exactly how I got here and this whole think’ll be cleared up just like that.” Her tone was so sugary the sarcasm was evident. 

Jungkook figured he had indulged this for this long…why not go all the way. Offering her a hand, he warned her to brace herself, and then pulled her up with ease. “Okay.”

“Okay?” She said warily, trying not to show him how much she was utilizing the wall for support. 

“Okay,” Jungkook nodded, “Show me.”

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Idols were weird. Y/N wasn’t sure if it was just the fact that they lived in a completely ‘different world’ from normal people or what, but she hadn’t expected her first extended run-in with some world-famous celebrity to go like this. 

Park Jimin was one thing; he’d been concussed, so that was enough to make him loopy. She hadn’t expected anything out of his mouth to make sense. But this guy, Jean Jungkook? 

Totally different. He wasn’t suffering a head injury, for one. And he had seemed angry at first, but still handled her appearance in much the same way a mean boy on the playground would in elementary school. Playing keep away with her phone, really?

He’d even treated her with decency when she tripped and sprained her ankle. God, that was yet another thing she was going to have to deal with. Sprained her ankle! Sprained! How was she supposed to get around campus quickly? It was huge. Though she supposed that wasn’t a concern at present. 

The idol’s strange demand was at the forefront of her mind, seeing as he was right behind her while she hobbled slowly to the mirror, her heel in one hand and her phone in the other. 

She must have looked like a suffering pigeon, doing a funny little hop. But she refused to let him touch her after she got her bearings. It was humiliating enough to have someone see her make a fool of herself and get injured to boot, idol or no idol. Well actually, his status made it even worse. 

And he was watching her oh so closely as she made it to the mirror, taking a deep breath and turned around to look at him with some difficulty. “Here it is.” She said flatly. “How I got in, and how I probably would be able to get out, if life felt like cutting me a break.”

He stepped around her, staring at her incredulously like she knew he would. She would look at herself that way in his position. Jungkook pressed against the mirror with the flat of his hand, one good time, as if to confirm it was solid. “You used the mirror? What, like magic? Like a drama?”

“You’re the one who said you wanted proof; I never said it would satisfy you.” she retorted. “I barely understand it myself, but what I’m saying is the only truth I have to cling to.” Her chin dipped, “No matter how implausible it is…” 

She knew she would get the same result he had when she pushed on the mirror, but as if to confirm her fate was truly sealed, Y/N tried anyway. When her hand went right through, the cool glass giving way to cool nothingness, she yelled, pitching forward.

Jungkook made a noise, something startled, and she glanced at him to confirm he was seeing what was happening. His bulging eyes made it evident that he was. Yes! Y/N jerked her arm away too fast, and in doing so almost fell back on her ass, if not for the lightning reflexes of the idol who moved to extend an arm around her waist.

 Y/N got her bearings, smoothed a hand over her shirt and her racing heart, and tried to hold back her tears. He could see. He could really see. The weeks of going crazy in silence, holding it all in, and someone else…could see.

“Your arm went through the glass,” he breathed.

“More than my arm’s gone through.” Y/N spoke with more confidence, now that there was no way he could deny it. “That’s…how I got here.”

The idol once again moved forward, pressing both hands against the mirror. Nothing. “How?” He wondered.

“I don’t know.” Y/N replied, “It’s been happening since…since I got this phone. So that’s my only theory, that the events are connected.” She held up the dead device and wiggled it around. “Not that that’s a story anyone would believe if I got caught breaking and entering.” 

The idol appeared to be thinking, worrying his lip piercing with his tongue, “Unless they saw it.”

Y/N squared her shoulders, eyeing him up and down. He fidgeted, looking small somehow, despite being fairly tall with a healthy amount of muscle. From close up it was even easier to see than watching him from behind the wall. 

“It might come as a surprise for you to know, not everyone would be as cavalier as you about all this. In fact, I’d go as far as saying your reaction was a bit…strange. Has anyone told you that you’re odd?”

  ‘Nice going, Y/N.’ She thought bitterly, ‘That was over the top blunt. You’re not trying to make an enemy out of the very first person to be witnessing the crazy with you.’

Luckily, the idol didn’t look overly offended. Jungkook pursed his lips, big eyes sheepish as he rubbed his head. “Uh-huh, my hyung.” he said thoughtfully.

“Well…” Y/N gestured vaguely. “Now that you’ve seen what I’ve seen, you know about as much as I do. Would it be too much trouble to ask if I could…go?” Pointing a thumb toward the mirror like she was about to miss her cab would seem dumb if he didn’t know. 

“Oh, right,” Jungkook’s tapped the mirror again. “You’re going back to where you came from.”

“Ideally,” Y/N frowned, “I’ve been gone a long time. There’s no way my friends aren’t concerned about that. And when they can’t find me who knows what they’ll think.”

Somewhat afraid the give they had both witnessed was a one-off, Y/N pressed her hand to the mirror once again, happy when it rippled and went right through. It might have been too late to salvage the evening with her friends, but at least she could salvage her reputation.

[hobeemin]

black magic man

🪄 genre: smut, pwp, supernatural, magic au

🪄 pairing: warlock!park jimin x poc!(f) reader

🪄 summary: it was his eyes that lured you in at first. who was he? why did he have this affect on her? a simple smile was all it took to be spellbound by this mystery man of her dreams.

🪄 rating: 18+

🪄 warning(s): swearing, exhibitionism, use of magic, spellcasting, illusions, kissing, making out, oral (f receiving), fingering, breast play, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, creampie, unprotected sex

🪄 word count: 1.6k

🪄 credits: 💜💜

banner resources found here: 1, 2, 3, 4

🪄 a/n: a huge thank you to @missgeniality​ for beta reading this for me. i really appreciate it 💜💙

❖   BBCS Sip, Vibe, & Create Event: Double Double, Toil In Trouble hosted by @btsblackcreatorsociety​

⤞ Category: warlocks

⤞ Theme(s): harvest moon | spells

⤞ Kinks: exhibitionism 

His gaze alone rendered her speechless. Her breath caught in her throat as the distance grew short. She blinked and gulped softly. 

This man was a sin in a physical form. Oval-shaped face with high cheekbones and kissable full lips. Tousled, medium-length dark brown hair with bangs covered those piercing eyes. Even decked in all black, he managed to stand out effortlessly. Taking her hand into his, he kissed her knuckles lightly. Her voice caught in her throat.

As she remained silent, he released her hand. “I’m Jimin. What’s your name? ”

Finding her voice, she felt entranced. “Y/N.”

“Would you like to dance, Y/N?”

“Yes,” she answered softly.

Gripping her waist, he pulled her close, bringing her flush against him. She let out a dull moan, making him smirk. She followed suit, straddling his leg. Biting his lip, he leaned close to her ear, his breath tickling her skin.

“You have no idea how much I want you, Y/N.”

She gripped his shoulders, making him laugh against her collarbone. 

“W-Wish this was real,” she breathed out.

“It’s not?”

“I’ll wake up soon.”

Jimin hummed in understanding. “How about I leave you with something to remember me by?”

Before she could react, his lips were pressed to hers. Those soft, pillowy lips. As his tongue swiped across the seam of her lips, she whimpered, obliging his wishes. The kiss grew with wanton lust, and suddenly she was up against a wall. She pouted as he pulled away, his forehead dropping to her shoulder.

“Could kiss you forever.”

Lifting his head, he pecked her lips, making a smile appear on her face. “Want more?”

She bobbed her head eagerly. With her permission, Jimin slid his hand under her skirt, caressing her skin as he reached his goal. Just as his digits slipped under her underwear, a sudden sound made her jump.

Looking around, she balled her fists and fell back into the pillows. “Damn it! Not again!” 

Every night the same thing. Y/N would relive the same scene over and over again. He haunted her dreams. Frustration covered her face as she got out of bed to start her day; all she could see was his face. 

Why was she having these thoughts? She knew she couldn’t tell her friends; they’d just look at her funny. She could hear it now.

“I’m having sex dreams about some random dude.”

Yeah. Sounded ridiculous out loud.

She sighed as she got dressed, deciding that going about her day would be her best bet. 

And so she did. 

As the day turned to night, she returned home, exhausted from the day. She walked over to her balcony and looked at the view. Much to her surprise, the moon seemed more prominent than usual. With an orange hue, it seemed to draw her in. 

“Beautiful.”

“Yes, you are.”

She spun to see him. Those piercing eyes, those pillowy lips. It was him! Jimin!

He brushed his bangs back, biting his lip at her. “Hello, Y/N.”

“How–”

He stepped forward with a wicked grin. “You’ve been haunting my dreams, dear.”

What?

Closing the distance, his thumb caressed her cheek. “I know you’ve been thinking about me too, right?”

This has got to be a dream.

Why not play along?

She moved her head, so his thumb was now over her lips. Not breaking her gaze, she pushed it past her lips to suckle. A growl left his lips. 

“You little devil. You don’t know what you do to me,” he husked.

“Why don’t you show me,” she taunted.

His tongue swiped across his bottom lip. “You know what are you asking?”

“No, but why don’t we find out.”

“You needn’t say a word, little devil,” he whispered.

Jimin waved his hand around them, and Y/N watched as her apartment transformed into a place in the forest. Candles surrounded them in a circle, and the moon was bright above. Jimin waved his hand once more as the candles became lit.

He turned to look at her with that all-knowing smile. She felt entranced once more as she undressed down to her underwear. Jimin unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his god-like physique. 

He was otherworldly. 

Lips crashing against hers, he guided her to the ground. Even though they lay on the grass, it felt like she was on a silk bed. She gasped as his lips dragged across her pulse points. She felt like she had an out-of-body experience. Everything was aflame. Her nails dug into his back, making him hiss with want. He couldn’t keep his hands off her, thumbs flicking over her nipples, making her whimper.

“Wanted you for so long, Y/N. Can’t believe I have you,” he groaned.

“Make love to me, Jimin,” she purred.

“I will and so much more,” he husked.

Y/N slipped out of her underwear as Jimin stared in amazement. Y/N parted her legs for him, free of the confines, and he nearly dived in. Her scent, an olfactory aphrodisia, made him moan out as he spread her legs wider, clit swollen from neglect. Jimin kissed up her legs, nipping at her skin. Each noise and movement only made him hungry for more. Finally, he reached his goal. His eyes darkened with passion; his tongue found her clit, flicking it gently.

Her cries rang out in the forest as Jimin lapped at the juices, moaning from the sounds of pleasure she created. She rutted against his tongue, a shuddering mess. She felt alive for the time. An unusual sensation grew as if fire pooled in her abdomen. 

“J-Jimin–”

“It's okay little devil, let go. ”

Her hips rose off the ground just as her body jerked forward. Jimin ceased his movements, watching as she orgasmed. Once the wave settled, she could only collapse as her breathing became haggard. He moved up to kiss her lips, stroking her hair.

“I’ve never come like that before,” she confessed quietly.

He couldn’t help but feel a little smug with what she said. His arrogance grew–as if it could.

“The night’s not even close to being over. You’ll be craving me long after I’m done.”

Settling between her legs, Y/N’s eyes lifted to look at him. They widened at the sight. His size worried her for a moment. He noticed the expression on her face, took her hand, and placed it on his shaft with a soft smile. 

“It’s alright. I’ll be gentle.”

She squeezed him as precum dribbled from the head. Jimin threw his head back with a shudder.

“I-I need you, little devil.”

Lining at her entrance, he inched himself past her folds, only pausing at how tight her grip was around him. Her nails dug into his back as he guided himself inside her. Y/N felt her eyes roll back at the feeling of being full.

“Am I hurting you?”

“N-No, keep going,” she gasped. “K-Keep going.”

Once their hips were flushed, each let out a satisfied groan. A haze fell over the two as Jimin began to thrust, grunting each time their hips met. Jimin hooked her legs up over his shoulders, moving from a different angle. All she could do was keen at his touches. Jimin only had eyes for her, bending down to swallow her moans with a passionate kiss, sucking her tongue sensually. He pulled away to look at her.

Damn, if anyone saw them in this act, it only furthered his arousal within the moment. He reached for a breast tugging at her nipple roughly.

“Be mine,” he said gruffly. 

His words made the knot in her belly constrict for the second time of the night. With a cry, he flipped their positions, bouncing her on his cock. Their movements became sloppy as her walls clenched his cock, making him move faster as he sought his pleasure and hers. Her hips met his as the sounds of skin slapping grew louder.

“J-Jimin!”

Her back arched, and her head fell back. He reached for her breasts, tweaking and pinching her nipples. She shivered under his touch, not wanting it to end. Whipping her curls to the side, she met his gaze. With a strangled grunt, he sat up and released his seed into her cunt, filling her womb and letting it spill out onto his lap. As both crumbled, his head fell between her breasts as they both sat there spent in an embrace. She ran her nails lazily through his damp hair, humming to herself. She felt light and heavy at the same time. With his last bit of strength, he inched up and kissed her, suckling her tongue gently.

Once they caught their breath, Jimin looked into her eyes with a smile. 

“You’re nothing like I’d imagined.” 

“I could say the same thing,” she giggled.

He reached over to one of the candles and brought it close. Under the flame, it seemed as if his eyes glowed.

“Only the moon and stars witnessed this. Do you swear your loyalty to them?”

Her brow quirked with confusion. “What does that mean?”

Jimin ran his hand over the flame, not affected by the heat. “It means I want you, Y/N. Will you be mine?”

“I–”

“Don’t think. Just say it,” he instructed.

She could hear it being said before she could stop herself.

“Yes.”

With a mischievous grin, Jimin blew out the candle and plunged them into complete darkness.

“And so it begins.”

The alarm went off as her eyes opened suddenly. Y/N looked around to see that she was lying in her bed. Running her hands through her curls, the previous night's events ran through her thoughts.

“Damn, It was a dream.”

Sighing, she jumped out of bed and headed to her bathroom. As she began her morning routine, she dropped the facial cream as she stared at her reflection, and a moon and stars were etched on her clavicle.

[simp4eshal]

masterlist!!

DRABBLES !!°

Death herself was a beauty°! drabble serie

A drabble serie in wich Reader, a pretty and confident poc woman, makes our boys fall head over heals for her.

OT7! PG-16(based on the chapter)

Part 1: The introduction of death

Part 2: The Janitor's closet (Jungkook focus!)

ONESHOTS !!°

“I was in the M O O D when she said park my car down the backstreet”

based on “Ryd” by Steve Lacy

Summary: Seokjin takes you on a late night drive, and he did not expect to end up on the backseat with you.

warning: best friend!Jin x reader, late night drive listening to Steve Lacy, pure fluff and smut, Jin is shy at first and overwhelmed, he is also kinda possesive during sex, car sex, so much passion and lust between these two, boyfriend material!Jin, reader is straightforward asf, she rides him because that’s the lyrics, black!reader, reader speaks french when annoyed at him, chill sex bc they kinda high, so use of drugs (weed only), Seokjin drives a converstible audi and it’s hot

“You never wanted nothing from me, I just fuck you and leave.”

based on “That’s why I love you” by SiR feat Sabrina Claudio

Summary: Kim Namjoon is your secretary, and also your sexfriend. Besides your professional and intimate relationships, you don’t have anything in common with him. But Namjoon finds himself very vulnerable when, for the first time, he asks for more. More of you, and your attention. And your cold demeanor does not stop him from being expressive of his love for you. After all, that’s why he loves you.

warnings: angst, unrequired feelings, toxic relationship, smut, switch!Namjoon x switch!reader, fluff at the end I swear, Namjoon cries, vulnerable Joon, slip of the L word during sex, reader is emotionally constipated but it gets better, not so mutual pinning, reader ghost Namjoon for like a week and he almost go crazy, slighty yandere!Namjoon, toxic asf!reader, black!reader, she only wanna protect his heart but makes him suffer instead, it seems like a lot but there’s an happy ending I swear

“I mean she’s so perfect in her own little world”

Based on “Love is only a feeling” by Joey Bada$$

Summary: Hoseok would do anything to protect you, you and your own little world.

warnings: a lot of fluff, lil angst, mutual pinning, brother’s best friend!Hoseok x lil sister!reader, age gap (4 years), hoseok is so so soft and in love, biggest simp hoseok, oblivious but in love reader, love letters uwu, smut in the form of love making, slightly overprotective hoseok, chill big bro!yoongi, yoongi is the voice of reason and love his lil sis and hobi, black!reader

“I got a thing for you, and I can’t let go”

based on “Age ain’t nothing but a number” by Aaliyah

Summary: Your dad’s coworker, Mister Jeon, shouldn’t be this attractive. He really shouldn’t.

warnings: age fucking gap (15 years y’all, reader’s 23 and Jungkook’s 38), jungkook is scared of her atp, reader is shameless and jungkook’s overwhelmed, koo is so fucking confused I almost feel bad for writing him like this, reader likes dilfs a lot, mutual pinning, smut, pregnancy scare, angst, fluff, Will Smith as reader’s dad because why not

let me know if I forgot something

SERIES !!°

She's a maneater ; A Kim Taehyung sm au

Resume: Kim Taehyung is a shy art major in Paris, Y/N's an outgoing fashion major in Paris too. What happens when, for Jimin's sake, the two of them meet at a party ? She ruins him.

Social media au

read story here !

coming soon

Wanna get drunk and nasty ? ; A Jeon Jungkook sm au

Resume: What happens when Jungkook gets drunk in Rome ?

Social media au

coming soon

[dragunjk]

exchange ;; baby it’s true, exes change (46)

•• july 17th,, 2k17 ; 12:34 a.m ••

words ; 922

genre ; sappy fluff

warnings ; none

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Taehyung was furious, and contemplated smashing Jimin’s face through the wall, until he realized that it would be him in the jail cell for assault. “You can’t just fucking say that to someone, Jimin-“ Tae shook his head, his fist clenched, attempting to keep his breathing steady so he doesn’t get up and knock Jimin’s teeth out. “-especially Y/n. How much of a dickhead do you have to be, honestly? She came here because she thought you were in distress, and you just fucking-“ Tae laughed bitterly, looking at Jimin. “You’re fucking unbelievable.”

Jimin rolled his shoulders, glaring at Taehyung. “What the fuck was I gonna do? Lie to her like you do? Grow the fuck up Taehyung.” Jimin spat, rolling his eyes. “What, you think you’re gonna be together like some happily ever after bullshit?” Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows, gritting his teeth. “She can’t fucking make a choice, what is she good for, tell me. Because she hasn’t given me anything that I’ve wanted.” Jimin grumbled, and Taehyung turned to him, looking at him in disbelief.

“Are you fucking- are you serious right now?” Taehyung clenched his fists. “That woman over there-“ He pointed to the wall, gesturing to his own room two rooms down. “-doesn’t fucking owe you shit. You fucking let her go. You waited too long to fucking tell her that you didn’t cheat on her. And now you want to dick her down because you think that’s how you’ll get her back?” Taehyung got up, disgusted with Jimin’s presence. “You’re the one who needs to grow the fuck up, Jimin.” Tae shook his head, heading for the door. “Stop fucking around like a little boy and act like a grown ass man, then maybe you’ll find a woman that you can stand to keep around longer than a week.” Taehyung spat, before slamming the door behind him.

His fingers fished for the key to his hotel room in his pocket, and the light flashed green, as Tae turned the knob, stepping into his room. Y/n sat on the bed, cross-legged eyes red and irritated with tears of anger and sorrow. “I’m sorry-“ Y/n muttered, voice raw from previous sobs. Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows. “-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do all of this- I should’ve just-“ Tae shook his head, rushing towards Y/n.

“No, no Kitten. Don’t cry-“ Taehyung spoke softly, pulling Y/n into his lap and pressing a kiss to her temple. “-Don’t cry Kitten. What Jimin said isn’t true, don’t believe him.” Tae wrapped his arms around Y/n, muttering into her skin. “He might be your ex, but he doesn’t know you like I know you, hm?” Tae muttered, rocking her slightly. “He doesn’t know how pretty my kitten is late at night when she’s sleepy. He doesn’t know how goofy my kitten is when she just wants to have a good time. He doesn’t know how insightful and loving my kitten is at three in the morning when I can’t sleep.” Tae turned her in his lap, so she was facing him. “He doesn’t know because he doesn’t see you how I see you.”

Y/n looked at Taehyung, and wondered what she did right in life to deserve the love of the man right in front of her. Her heart thumped slowly, comfortably, clearly in his presence, clearing her mind, letting her see what she actually wanted. And she smiled at him, as he smiled warmly back, wiping her tears away. “You know what my mom used to say?” Y/n asked, voice slightly croaky. Tae cocked his head, waiting for her to go on. “Tu corazón puede latir rápido alrededor de cualquiera, quieres encontrar a la persona que lo hace latir lento, quien hace que tu corazón se tome el tiempo para llenar de amor.” Y/n hummed, and Taehyung smiled at how pretty her voice sounded.

“What does that mean, kitten?” Tae hummed, watching her eyes light up, even in the dimly lit room.

“‘Your heart can beat fast around anyone, you want to find the person who makes it beat slowly, who makes your heart take the time to fill with love.’” Y/n muttered, and grabbed Taehyung’s hand in her own, placing it over her heart. He felt it beat, slowly, comfortably, like his own heart. Tae couldn’t help but shoot his charming boxy smile her way, hand leaving her heart to comfortably rest on her waist. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that, I fucking love you Tigre.” Y/n spoke softly.

“And I love you, Kitten.” Tae smiled, and he meant it. He really loved the woman in his lap, and even if he tried to keep himself from falling, he wouldn’t have been able to.

“How come you never say I love you too after I say it?” Y/n asked, cocking her head.

“‘I love you too’ means that I love you because you love me. I just love you. There’s a difference.” Tae answered seriously, and Y/n smiled, cupping his face in her hands, pressing a kiss against his lips. Their lips moved in-sync, a soothing atmosphere falling over them, a distant, unknown longing being fulfilled between the two. Y/n pulled away, eyes closed, her forehead resting on his. “It’s late Kitten, we should get some sleep.” Tae muttered, his voice slightly raspy.

“One more kiss?” It was almost childlike, the way she asked. Tae chuckled, opening his eyes.

“One more kiss.”

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[wocfics]

In The Dark 3

Part 3

Arranged Marriage Series

Masterlist

PJM x Poc Reader

Warnings: It’s straight up smut in this chapter with a dash of fluff

Word Count: 3k+

Being busy was an understatement and the series of events over the past couple of months have been nothing but hectic. You barely saw Jimin and when you did, it was either he was coming in late from practice or the studio so you were always woken up from your sleep. Not ideal, but you knew his schedule would become busier since everything was up and running again after the pandemic hit. During lockdown, you two spent a lot of time together, learning to cook and enjoying each other's company. You left your job as a ballerina instructor and started working with Jimin’s father at his restaurant. It kept you occupied and on the other days, Jimin gave you a present of some sort.

Okay, so maybe a pole in the bedroom wasn’t a “present” but it was definitely a surprise when you came home from a shift. Since then, you practiced more and more until you were finally able to find your flow again. Your confidence was back and much better than ever. But you still missed that time with Jimin. BTS was still topping the charts and still Number 1 all over the world. You were proud and you knew their wives were as well. 

You spent a lot of time with the other ladies to pass the time when the boys were doing interviews and at the Big Hit building. Tae’s wife always had gatherings at her art studio and it became a regular thing after a while. It felt nice to have friends, you couldn’t say you had real friends before moving to South Korea but these women made having friends seem amazing. You painted, sipped wine (most of you) and ordered take out while talking about your hobbies, your husbands and what trips you wanted to take together once everything was back to normal again.  If normal was a real thing. 

BTS had just finished the live stream pajama party. You were asleep on the couch when Jimin came home, leaving his keys in the glass dish by the front door and kicking off his sneakers. It was well past midnight and he was dead on his feet, but he heard you shifting around on the couch and wore a look of confusion on his face. Why were you asleep in the living room anyways? 

Rounding the corner, he paused, grinned and chewed on his bottom lip. You were on your back, head turned sideways and arm draped across your eyes. It was the yellow number you were wearing that had him grinning like a weirdo. Yellow lace bra that was very much see through and matching boy shorts with a tiny black bow in front. Your hair was straightened since you did it earlier and you wore a black satin robe. It was supposed to be a surprise for him, knowing he loved when you wore something special for him, especially if it was new. Knowing that now, he frowned a little, realizing that he didn’t come home earlier enough to enjoy you and your new lingerie set.

Setting his bag down at the end of the couch, he grabbed your hand that was over your head and kissed the back of it, causing you to stir a little. Getting down on a bent knee, he leaned in closer and kissed the tip of your nose, to which you turned your head away slowly. You opened your eyes slowly, stretching your limbs and looking up at him before looking around the room. 

“What time is it?” You asked quietly, searching for your phone, reading 12:30 am. 

“It’s late, Y/N. I’m sorry you waited for me.” Jimin grabbed your hands once you sat up completely and pulled you up, burying his face in your neck and placing kisses there. 

Groaning from being tired, you kissed his cheek and pulled away, covering yourself with the robe and brushing past him. Okay, so you might have been a little annoyed. You were practicing on the pole all day for him, went and bought a new lingerie set and even did your hair and nothing, no text saying he was going to be late or even a phone call.

He could sense the annoyance and sighed heavily, trailing behind you as you walked into the room. “Y/N-ah, I’m sorry baby. I forgot to send a text-” “You forgot to do a lot of things. You didn’t call, send a text, hell even an email. I asked one of the ladies if you guys were staying late and when they said you were, that’s when I fell asleep.” 

Shaking your head, you took off the robe and tossed it on the end of the bed. Jimin whined at the way you strutted around the room in the yellow set. Mentally face palming himself before he walked up behind you and hugged you from behind. “I’m here now…” He kissed the junction between your neck and shoulder, trailing his lips back up to your ear. You grabbed an oversized shirt from the dresser and paused as he let his hands explore your curves, pressing his hips into your backside and sliding his hands up to your breasts for a squeeze. 

You couldn’t help but smirk before bucking your hips back to get him off and turning around. “You wanna see what it looks like off of me, baby?” You played with the strap of your bra while looking up at him through your lashes. He nodded at your question before you pointed for him to sit at the edge of your shared king size bed. Slowly walking over to the pole that was in the middle of your bedroom, you grabbed it and walked around in a circle around it. 

Jimin removed his shirt already, his tattoos and nipple piercings always seemed to catch your eyes every time. Going back to your teasing, you slowly unhooked your bra, taking your arms out of it but still holding the front up to your chest with both hands, flipping your hair to the right side of your neck and turning around, removing your bra and flicking it over your shoulder. You watched as your husband removed his pants as well, sitting in just his boxers as he watched you, licking his lips and eye fucking you from where he sat on the bed. He watched in silence while he screamed in excitement on the inside from your actions.

Turning around to face him, displaying your own nipple piercings, yellow ducks on the ends in yellow diamonds, his mouth went dry at the sight. You could see the tent in his boxers and he wasn’t hiding it. “You like them? I got them for you.” You winked at him, leaning back against the pole and slowly dropping down onto your toes before getting onto your hands and knees and crawling over to him.

“You’re so fucking hot.” Jimin leaned back on his hands, watching as your hands slid up his legs and to his thighs, pulling yourself up to your feet and licking your lips as you watched him stare you down. He could stop you and just fuck you right on the bedroom floor but he loved when you put on a show for him to drag everything out. As much as he was a tease, he met his match when you showed him what you could do and boy did you upstage him in the teasing department. It had been a few weeks since you last had sex but he figured he could make up for it tonight. 

Hooking your thumbs into the waistband of your panties, you slowly pulled them down inch by inch before turning to the side and sliding them all the way down, kicking them across the floor. “I have another surprise for you. It’s something you’ve always wanted, can you guess what it is? I got it a few weeks ago, just for you and only you.” His eyes widened at that before he sat up again and looked right below your stomach and then back up at you. “Did-did you...baby please, please tell me it’s true. Oh God. Did you get your clit pierced for me?” He rubbed his hand over his erection. You walked over to him, sliding one leg between his before resting your foot on the edge of the bed and nodding while biting your lip.

You both looked down at the same time, seeing the shiny silver VCH piercing. You could hear the strained moan that came from his mouth, his hand reaching out to touch it before you put your leg down and backed away from him. What are you doing now? Sighing heavily, you picked up the shirt you had taken out earlier and glared at him. “On second thought, it’s late and I’m really tired. We should get some sleep.” You shrugged. Just from watching him, you could see his emotions change rapidly, going from excited to confused to sad and then frustrated. The erection still evident in his boxers. Even as he stood up, you could see it bobbing with his movement. “Y/N...please don’t do this to me. I miss you.” You quickly walked over to you, getting down on his knees and pressing the side of his face to your lower stomach, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“You fucking tease, I swear I will make it all up to you. I just had a few late days the past couple of weeks, it’ll be worth it.” He looked up at you, placing sloppy kisses along your pelvic area and grabbing handfuls of your ass and massaging them in his hands. You stared down at him, rolling your eyes before dropping the shirt on the floor. 

Who were you to deny him? You couldn’t lie to yourself and pretend like you weren’t sexually frustrated either. The past few weeks did a number on you and using your toys did not feel the same as when Jimin touched you.

“Fine. Be quick, I have to get up in a couple of hours-” You were cut off from the yelp you let out after Jimin stood up and picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. Carrying you over to the bed, he climbed onto it and slowly laid you down onto your back, leaning forward to finally attach his lips to yours. “Mmm, I love you.” The feeling of his soft and pouty lips against yours stirred something within you. Hearing those words come from him pulled on your heart strings. “I love you, Jimin.” You said between kisses. Parting your lips to let his tongue slip into your mouth, your hands found their way to his boxers, palming his erection through them before pushing them down and off of him with your feet. 

His lips moved down to your neck, littering your skin with purple bruises. Your fingers found their way into his dark hair, biting your lip and moaning softly as he kissed his way down to your chest, his tongue ghosting over one of your nipples which caused you to shutter a little. Watching his mouth close around it, your core clenched around nothing, a sigh leaving your lips at the disappointment.

“Jiminie, please...I need you.” You begged, closing your eyes as he continued his journey down your body with his lips, his right hand turning your hip slightly to gently smack your ass. “No rushing now...let me enjoy you, kitten.” The pet name causing you to become even more soaked, his eyes shooting right at your core, pushing your legs apart as you glistened. 

“Look at that, waiting for me.” He lightly blew on it, a moan slipping from you before he even touched you anywhere else. Your piercing was healed thank goodness but you were wet and the wind blowing on it made you shiver a little, making you more turned on than usual. Sticking out his tongue, he licked a fat stripe from your entrance up to your clit, her fingers immediately digging into the sheets surrounding you. “Please..” You begged again.

Chuckling, he stared up at you from his position, pushing both of your thighs up and outward before attaching his lips to your clit and began sucking on it. You quickly grabbed the back of your knees, keeping your legs open for him and tossing your head back, finally letting out a moan again, his tongue flicking back and forth against your sensitive bud. 

His tongue moved down to your leaking pussy, slowly probing the entrance. The noises that were leaving your mouth were a jumbled mess. “So fucking wet for me.” He shoved his tongue into your entrance, keeping his hands on your thighs to make sure they never closed even if they were trembling slightly. 

“Fuck…” You bit your lip, your eyes rolling back when he moved his mouth back up to your clit and slowly inserted a finger into you, curling it and quickly pumping it in and out of you. Your stomach tightened, fingers finding his hair once more to tug on it. “Please, keep going...right there..” You whined, your entire body shaking as he added another finger. Something tightened inside of you that you haven’t felt in a long time. That familiar tug that you loved so much. 

He added a third finger and you could hear the squelching your pussy was making from his ministrations on you. “Come in my mouth, baby.” He hummed against your dripping cunt, your body shaking once more before you arched your back, tossing your head back, your orgasm washing over you as you came undone. He moaned against you, removing his fingers but still sucking and licking your clit. The overstimulation kicking in, causing you to jerk away from him. Your hands were flying out to push his face away even though you wanted and craved more of him.

“You taste so good.” He kissed back up your body, laying on top of you as you kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips. “I need you inside of me. Please.” Your eyes found his own and you shared another kiss before he stopped you from sitting up. “I wanna taste you…” You complained. “I know but if I let you do that, I’ll come and I only want to come inside of you, kitten.” He pulled your bottom lip between his teeth, letting go of it. 

Grabbing his dick in your hand, you let him glide it through your folds, getting it nice and slippery for him. “Make sure you keep those pretty legs open for me.” He pressed a kiss to one of your legs, his fingers sliding down to the backs of your thighs and rubbing the flesh there. You locked eyes with him, breathing in sharply when he guided his dick into you, bottoming out and squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. “Fuck, you’re really tight. Did you miss me that much?” You rolled your eyes at his cockiness, trying to mask the feeling of being stretched out already.

“I thought you were tired? Please make this-shit!” He thrusted one hard time, placing his hands on either side of your head and pecking your lips. “Don’t rush me now, kitten.” He pulled his hips back and again, snapped them into your, eliciting a moan from you. Soon he was repeating this action, his dark hair falling into his eyes. You could feel the bed shifting under you as he pounded into you. You cursed your body for already shaking from his actions, your mouth falling open when his speed increased. His hands moved back to keep your knees pressed up to your ears, knowing how flexible you already were it didn’t add discomfort but holy shit did it add to pleasure. 

Both of you kept your eyes on one another, every now and then you’d look down where you were connected, moaning louder when you saw how easily he slipped in and out of you. The sound of skin slapping echoed through your room, sweat forming on your forehead and already on his, though his hair was sticking to his. 

Your legs were shaking, even more so now when he released them and began to vigorously rub your clit after licking his fingers. 

“Jimin…” You breathed out, your insides clenching around him. He buried his face into your neck, letting out a moan into your skin. “Come all over me, baby. Fuck, I feel you squeezing me.” He kissed and bit at the skin on your neck, angling his hips just enough to hit that sweet spot inside of you. Your body jerked, trembling under him as your vision blurred and you moaned over and over as your body came undone once again. 

He wasn’t letting up, still chasing his own high as your walls fluttered around him. Pushing his hair back from his face, he sat up on his knees, placed your legs over his shoulders and hugged them together, pistoning his hips to get himself off. 

“Oh fuck...yes that feels so good. Jimin. Come inside of me.” You grunted. Watching his face scrunch up, his thrusts became sloppy until he groaned loudly, his hips stuttering as he painted your insides with his release. Letting your legs fall open, he gently dropped down on top of you, meshing your bodies together and shoving his face into your neck. His hips slowly moving inside of you until it became too much for both you and him. 

Gripping your chin between his index and thumb, he turned you towards him and kissed you, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth before pulling away and looking at you as you both tried catching your breath. 

You looked over at the clock then groaned and raked your fingers through your hair. “It’s 3am…” “So? I’ll call my dad tomorrow and tell him you can’t make it. You don’t have to work there, you know.” Jimin replied, kissing your shoulder before standing up and walking into the bathroom that was attached to your bedroom. You watched him, his perky ass moving about in the bathroom before coming back out with a warm washcloth and wiping between your legs, careful not to snag your piercing because you could only imagine the horror that would cause. 

“I know but I don’t wanna just sit around and do nothing all day. That’s boring.” You watched him clean himself up before tossing the cloth into the dirty hamper and climbing back on the bed with you, pulling the blanket over both of you.

Scooting closer to him, you let him rest his head on your chest. “Just think about it. You like cooking don’t you? You should do that with the other wives, cook something big and take it to the art studio. Maybe I’ll help you open a restaurant or something. I wanna spend more time with you, baby.” He laced your fingers together, kissing your knuckles one by one. “I wanna start a family soon too, if you’re ready.” He said that quietly but you picked up on it. 

You looked down at him and chewed on your lip. “Really? You really want to?” You asked, unsure if he really meant that or if it was just the after sex high that was still there. Shifting his head back, he looked at you and smiled, that smile you loved so much where his eyes turned into crescent moons. “I really mean it. A mini me or a mini you crawling around here, I wanna have that with you.” He unlaced your fingers and caressed the side of your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

“I want that...I want that with you too, Jiminie.” You pressed a kiss to his forehead, his nose and then to his lips. “I want everything with you.” Placing your leg over his waist, you watched him as he played with a curl that formed at the nape of your neck, from the sweat no doubt. You would have to redo your hair again tomorrow, knowing it was probably a frizzy mess right now. 

“Get some sleep. I might need another round of you in the morning before I have to go back into the studio.” He slapped your ass, hard. You hissed and shoved at his chest gently. “You’re not getting anything but coffee tomorrow.” You turned the other way, letting him spoon you as he chuckled. 

That’s what you said earlier and look what happened…”

[linos-luna]

Club ❣️

Jimin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: rough sex, implied drinking, cursing, groping, dom Jimin ?

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You and your friend Jimin were in a club. The loud and blaring music made it hard to hear anyone but it didn’t matter as the drinks kept coming. Soon you found yourself getting pulled into the bathroom with the door locking behind you.

It was Jimin. He was kissing you, forcing in tongue as he backed you into the wall. You moaned into the kiss and he reached under your top to grope your braless breasts.

You weren’t sure it was because of the alcohol but you kissed back and let him roughly manhandle you.

He was quick to unbuckle his pants and lower his boxers before messing with the waistband of your panties.

“Jimin-… w-what are you doing—?”

“Fuck baby, you’re just so hot…” he sighed while lowering your panties.

“Jimin-…” you moan as he suddenly rubbed his tip to your cunt. “Agh Jimin!”

Your back arched as he entered you and thrust hard.

“Let me fuck you, baby…” Jimin grunted as he thrusted again while kissing your neck.

“Ji-ji—…” you gasped, unable to form a sentence as he pounded you into the wall. “Ah fuck~”

“You like that?” He teased with a smirk, getting close to your ear. “You like me fucking your filthy pussy?”

“Mmm… mmhm…”

“I wanna hear it!” He snapped with a hard thrust.

“Yes!”

“Yes what?”

“I like it!” You moaned. “Fuck me Jimin! Fuck me harder~!”

Jimin chuckled as he sucked hickeys on your neck and pounded you harder. You arched your back away from the cold walls while whining and gasping, completely fucked out until you felt him hit his high. Which you did as well.

He let go of you and you realized that you a little raised off the ground.

You lowered you skirt and watched as he lifted this pants.

“Wow you’re so good.” He panted. “So fuckin sexy.”

“Jimin…? Are we…? Are we a thing now…?” You asked awkwardly.

“Hm… what do you think?”

[missbangtangirl]

And this right here is why I don’t blame the members for fighting or defending themselves because this is ridiculous Taehyung is not mean and now look where we’re at now none of the members want to turn on their comments because it’s the same thing each time and the yoongi marry me has gone way too fucking far as far as going into other idols, lives and commenting. That is ridiculous. That’s a joke among army and BTS. If I’m correct y’all are doing too much and it’s getting way out of control. It was funny the first couple of times I’ve had it and as you can see. Tae has had it too is the sad thing that. Jungkook had to go turn off his comments you need to start learning how to respect your idols and not always trying to flirt with them or trying to get a response out of them or request that they have to speak in English. They don’t have to speak in English. We have to learn Korean. It’s simple as that and if you get an issue that they speak, Korean you might as will not be a part of the fandom, or do you only like the fandom because it’s trending let these men be happy. Stop trying to control them you’re not their mom’s be respectful and learn to stay in your lane. It’s real simple. It’s not hard you don’t have to be a math magician to understand to be respectful be courteous mind, your business be quiet when needed, stop trying to rule control these men they are not products they are human beings just like the rest of us that have real life feelings. We already lost another young idol at the age of 25 for whatever reason K-pop idols usually go through a lot in general just be happy and love on the people that you love on you don’t have to do all this extra BS, just be respectful 🤦🏾‍♀️ 

[moonsbijou]

sha-la-la-la-la-la the music play do what the music say you got to kiss the girl 🧜🏾‍♀️

[hobisstar]

HOWDYYYY ! The in the soop series starts now!! part one is out, part two might be out later this week~~. love you lots xxx