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My Heart's Home (m) | pjm | thirteen

🐴Chapter summary: Jimin thinks back on all this bad decisions, and how much he has truly hurt you. He loves you, and he wants you back, but unable to articulate his feelings properly, he finds himself writing a letter to you. 🐴Chapter title: Love Letter

🐴Pairings: jimin x reader (main), jungkook x reader (only happens once in the first chapter), jungkook x OC (jessi), namjoon x OC (jessi), yoongi x hoseok, namjoon x oc, seokjin x oc, taehyung x oc

🐴Characters: female reader (isn’t mentioned by name and no “y/n”), Jimin, Jungkook, Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Seokjin, Taehyung and four female original characters.

🐴Genre/AU: ranch!au, slice of life!au, soulmate!au, cowboy!au + smut, humor, fluff, romance, slow burn and angst

🐴Rating: mature/explicit/R18 – this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact!

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

🐴Chapter warnings: low self-esteem, low confidence, hurt, sadness, overthinking, destructive thoughts, Jimin’s POV, angst, mention of sex.

🐴Status: completed 🥳

🐴Word count: 13.4k

🐴Taglist: @kookswifesblog, @kiki-zb, @babejinnie, @ownthesunshine, @allie-is-a-panda, @glllhjh, @bergandysam, @13-manggaetteok, @jeonsbabygirlsworld, @antisocial-mochi267,

*tumblr isn’t letting me tag you! There could be a lot of reasons for that, check out this lovely post about it.

🐴Now playing 💿 “Love Someone” by Lukas Graham. [Wanna listen to the serie’s playlist?]

🐴Author’s note: this is entirely from Jimin’s POV. Both OC and Jimin have been through a lot, and they have both hurt each other in different ways (but mostly it’s been Jimin hurting her 😭). In this chapter, we will get better insight into Jimin’s thoughts and his feelings all the way from the beginning! I really hope you like it— please let me know. I know Jimin has been behaving horribly, and I’m not excusing his behavior with the chapter, I’m simply saying that he is a flawed human like the rest of us, and no, we might not all agree or even understand his behavior, but.. 🥹 And if you don’t like these kind of chapters/stories were the story is essentially being retold from another character’s point of view, it’s fine, you are welcome to skip it, but if you want to know why Jimin has been acting like a douche, this one’s for you. Also, there are a bit of new stuff in here too, but it’s mostly just Jimin thinking about his bad behavior, lol, so it’s quite sad too 😭

🐴Author’s note— extra: I’m almost finished with writing the series and I got this cute idea to do a Q&A with the characters (questions for me is also okay). So, you can already send in your asks (could also be a comment/reblog, though I think asks are easier for me to keep track of). I’ll turn on anon asks, so if you prefer that, there’s that option. But please, be nice, okay? (not that I don’t expect that of you, I’ve just gotten nasty asks before). You can ask anything, to the characters, like why the behaved/thought/said something or what they didn’t say or do 🤭 You can also ask me about the story, the process or anything like that. As I said, the asks for the characters will be included in the Epilogue (I’ll also reply to the asks, I won’t reply right away, but keep them until the Epilogue will be released!)

You can send in your questions for the characters or me here → Ask away 💜*

*for people on AO3 you can also participate if you want to, just leave a comment (guest/anon or not), and I’ll reply to that and I’ll add your question in the Epilogue 💜

It’s been cross posted to AO3 if you prefer to read there.Wanna see the book cover?

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“We have enough to guide usWe have enough to lastWe’re not aloneWe never wereYou and I aren’t lostOh hold me very tightlyHold me fast and strongI am your loveWon’t stray from youYou and I belong” ‘My Heart is Like a River’ by Rebecca Lavelle

Fuck.

This was the last thing he expected.

He never envisioned this moment, the one where you’d walk away, leaving him shattered and angry. He didn’t want this. Not in the slightest. Yet here he is, consumed by a turbulent mix of sorrow and self-directed fury, haunted by a year’s worth of regrettable decisions. He’s unable to find sleep, which is why he sinks into the couch at night, his knuckles white with tension as he grips a pen, its tip poised over the stark emptiness of the paper laid out before him.

He grasps the reasons behind your decision to end things, but the ache it leaves behind is unbearable. It’s a raw, searing pain that gnaws at him relentlessly. Understanding that he’s the architect of his own misery only compounds the agony. How does he begin to convey the depth of his remorse, the magnitude of his love for you? Every mistake he’s made weighs heavily on his conscience, a burden he’s not sure he can ever fully unburden. The prospect of reaching out to you now feels daunting, uncertain. He can still vividly recall the anguish etched across your face as you uttered those words, and the thought of adding to your pain is unbearable. For too long, he’s been a source of hurt, and the realization cuts him to the core.

He despises himself for causing you so much pain.

Lost in the labyrinth of his thoughts, he grapples with the enormity of his love for you and the depth of his remorse. Words, he knows, can only scratch the surface of what he truly feels. How does one encapsulate a torrent of emotions in mere letters? Yet, he resolves to try, to lay bare his heart in this letter, hoping that somewhere amidst the ink-stained pages, you’ll find a glimmer of understanding, a shard of forgiveness.

As he traverses the hallway, the resonating clinks of heels guide his steps, drawing him towards the kitchen like a siren’s call. Entering, he beholds a vision: a woman, clad in a summer dress that dances with every step, her attire an incongruous yet captivating sight against the rustic backdrop. A wry smile tugs at his lips as he observes her, her presence a curious enigma, tinged with a hint of déjà vu. Could it be? Has he crossed paths with her before, or is she merely a figment of his imagination, conjured from distant memories?

“Can I help you?” He ventures, his tone a blend of curiosity and a subtle undercurrent of intrigue. His gaze lingers on you, tracing the contours of your form, an unspoken question hanging in the air between you. Yet, met with silence, he repeats his inquiry, his voice carrying a note of gentle persistence.

“I’m so sorry,” you stammer, the nervous energy palpable in your voice as you fidget with the folds of your dress, “I’m looking for Jessi?”

He chuckles warmly, a playful glint in his eyes as he flashes you a disarming smile. “Who are you?” His curiosity piqued, he leans in slightly, intrigued by your unexpected presence.

“I’m Jessi’s sister,” you declare confidently, your arms folding beneath your chest. As the realization dawns on him, he’s flooded with a mix of surprise and nostalgia. Of course, you’re Jessi’s sister! How could he have missed it? Memories come flooding back, of days spent playing together as children, and he can’t help but feel a rush of warmth at the sight of you, his childhood friend. A hint of that old crush resurfaces, sending his heart racing in his chest.

His cheeks warm with a blush, though he fights to keep it concealed. Admitting that his crush on you never waned might be too much, too soon. “You don’t remember me?” He ventures, a flicker of hope in his eyes, yet tinged with apprehension. The thought that you might not recall him is unsettling; after all, he had his own struggles recognizing you, despite the unmistakable familiarity.

As you simply stare at him, he adds, “It’s me, Jimin,” a hint of self-realization accompanying his words. It dawns on him that he never properly introduced himself, contributing to the confusion.

“Park?” You echo, incredulity weaving through your voice as you study him, and a soft chuckle escapes him, granting you a moment to recollect the countless hours spent playing together.

“Yeah! Don’t you remember? We played together when we were kids,” he chuckles warmly, gently nudging your memory in the hope of rekindling the moments of your childhood, now flooding vividly back to him.

You were such a vibrant and spirited girl back then, and you’re just as captivating now. You used to play games with him and your sister, embarking on countless adventures around your ranch and his parents’ property.

As recognition dawns upon you, he observes the tension in your features melting away, replaced by a sense of familiarity. Gesturing for you to take a seat, he retrieves a glass of water, all the while marveling at your presence. You look breathtaking, and the realization that you’re back hits him like a tidal wave. It’s been two decades since he last saw you, yet the memories flood back with a vengeance, reigniting the flames of that childhood crush in his heart.

“I’m sorry about your mom,” he offers his condolences, aware of the complexity of losing a parent, especially considering the strained relationship you’ve had with her for years, details he gleaned from your sister. Your expression shifts into one of pain, but you quickly dismiss it with a “It’s whatever,” though he senses it's anything but. Respectful of your boundaries, he refrains from probing further, though he silently wishes you’d open up. If ever you needed someone to talk to, he’d be there in a heartbeat, ready to lend a listening ear and a comforting shoulder to cry on, no matter the hour.

He offers you a warm, reassuring smile, a gesture he knows he can manage in times like these. Just then, he hears the familiar footsteps of your sister approaching, “Aren’t you supposed to be working?” Her usual nagging about work trailing behind her like a persistent echo. But sometimes, he thinks, a brief respite is necessary before diving back into the grind. With a chuckle, he bids you farewell, promising to return to his tasks shortly. As he returns to his work, a contented smile graces his lips, though beneath the surface, his heart races with an unexpected flurry of emotions, stirred up by your unexpected presence.

As the barn party kicks off, Jimin finds himself consumed by thoughts of you, his mind drifting back to the encounter in the kitchen. It’s a strange sensation, akin to the giddiness of a schoolboy harboring a secret crush—except in this case, it's not just a youthful infatuation; it’s a reunion with someone from his past. When you and your father left the ranch, he never imagined seeing you again, the sudden departure leaving him with unspoken feelings he couldn't articulate at the time. He regrets not expressing his affection for you back then, but in hindsight, he knows you were both just kids, and such declarations might not have been taken seriously anyway.

Now that you’ve returned and his dormant feelings have resurfaced with a vengeance, Jimin feels an urgent need to express himself. He’s torn between the desire to reconnect with you as friends or dare to hope for something more. As he attempts to rein in his racing thoughts, he realizes just how awkward he can be around women, especially you, whom he holds in such high regard. But despite his nervousness, his affection for you outweighs his fear of awkwardness, propelling him to seek a meaningful connection with you once more.

The barn pulses with the rhythm of the music, matching the frantic beat of Jimin’s thoughts. He caught a glimpse of you earlier, but amidst the sea of people, he’s lost sight of you. The desire to reconnect with you burns fiercely within him, igniting the hope of perhaps mustering the courage to ask you out on a date. As he navigates through the crowd, he can’t shake the anticipation building in his chest, eager to find you and seize the opportunity to reignite your friendship.

As Jimin steps outside into the darkness, his heart races with anticipation, but what he encounters crushes him like a ton of bricks. His eyes land on you, pinned against the wall by his own brother, Jungkook, their heavy breaths echoing in the night. The sight drains the color from his world, leaving him feeling hollow and breathless. It’s a visceral punch to the gut, witnessing you entangled with his brother in such an intimate embrace. He can’t bear to look, the sickness rising in his throat threatens to overwhelm him. With a quick turn, he retreats back inside, his heart heavy with sorrow, his body trembling with a coldness that belies the heat of the barn.

Your eyes, reflecting surprise and sorrow, haunt his thoughts relentlessly. Jimin’s anger simmers beneath the surface, fueled by the sight of you with his brother. Jungkook’s magnetic charm is a curse Jimin knows all too well. It’s a pattern he’s witnessed countless times— his dates inevitably gravitate towards Jungkook’s allure, leaving Jimin feeling like a mere shadow in comparison. The pain of this familiar betrayal cuts deep, gnawing at his insides. He curses himself for his own hesitance, wishing he had seized the chance to connect with you before Jungkook’s spell took hold. Perhaps then, you wouldn’t be entangled with his brother now.

His chest tightens with a mix of fury and resignation. Rationality tells him you owe him nothing, yet the sting of rejection cuts deep. It’s a bitter pill he’s swallowed before, a recurring cycle of dashed hopes. Jungkook’s effortless allure always casts a shadow over Jimin’s prospects, leaving him feeling like fate’s perpetual underdog. The injustice of it all boils within him, a potent blend of anger and despair.

The weight of disappointment crushes his spirit, suffocating any semblance of enjoyment. What’s the point of staying at the party when the sight of you with his brother taints every corner of the barn? It’s a bitter pill to swallow, realizing he’s become a mere spectator in the game of love, always on the sidelines while Jungkook effortlessly steals the show. With a heavy heart, he contemplates leaving, unwilling to dampen the festivities with his darkening mood.

Jimin’s heart clenches at the mere thought of encountering you again, knowing all too well the anguish that awaits him in your eyes. Since witnessing you with his brother, he’s been ensnared by a whirlwind of hurt and resentment, emotions he’s been struggling to untangle. Your return, alongside your sister, feels like a cruel twist of fate, forcing him to confront the turmoil bubbling within him. Avoiding your gaze has become his coping mechanism, a feeble attempt to shield himself from the raw vulnerability lurking beneath the surface. Deep down, he still harbors affection for you, but the shadow of your entanglement with Jungkook looms large, casting doubt on any potential future between you. He doesn’t think you’ll ever be satisfied with him, now that you’ve been with his brother. The bitter realization gnaws at his soul, threatening to consume him whole. Yet, he knows dwelling on such thoughts serves no purpose, only deepening the wounds already etched into his heart.

“Where’s Kook?” Your sister’s inquiry cuts through the heavy silence, offering Jimin a fleeting respite from the tumult of his emotions. Grateful for the distraction, he exhales a silent sigh of relief, seizing the opportunity to avert his gaze from you, if only for a moment longer.

“In the barn fixing his bike, I’ll get him,” he responds with a forced smile, determined to maintain a facade of composure despite the turmoil within. As he strides past both of you, he catches the subtle shift in your gaze, but he refuses to acknowledge it, steeling himself against the flood of emotions threatening to engulf him. Ignoring you feels like self-preservation, a necessary shield against the ache in his heart.

Jimin locates his brother, and together they make their way back to where you and your sister stand. Jungkook, ever the cocky one, can’t resist a jab, his smirk evident as he quips, “Back for round two?”

Jimin scowls at his brother’s remark, finding him insufferable as usual. Anger bubbles within him, exacerbated by the widened shock in your eyes, as if they might pop out of their sockets at any moment. With an exasperated eye roll, Jimin brushes off Jungkook’s comment.

“No, thank you,” you sputter, and Jimin can’t help but feel a glimmer of relief, sensing that you’re not interested in his brother’s crude advances.

“You’re welcome anytime, babe,” his brother teases, winking at you, and Jimin suppresses a sigh. Jungkook’s flirtatious nature is no secret, but at this moment, Jimin can’t help but feel a twinge of irritation at his brother’s antics.

“Enough of that,” your sister declares, her interruption a welcome relief from the tension swirling in the air. Jimin exhales slowly, grateful for the distraction, as the mere thought of you and Jungkook ignites a fiery surge of jealousy within him. He knows delving into the depths of his unresolved emotions would only unravel him further, and he’s not ready to confront that turmoil just yet.

He catches the subtle glances you steal in his direction, but your eyes dart away the moment they meet his. It’s a confusing dance of fleeting interest, leaving Jimin bewildered and uncertain. After all, you’ve been intimate with his brother, so why would you show any interest in him? The ambiguity of your gaze sends his thoughts spiraling, unsure of what to make of the situation. Deciding it’s best to avoid further speculation, Jimin opts to keep his gaze lowered, wrestling with the tumult of emotions churning within him.

The bar door swings open, and there you are, clad in nothing but pants and a bra. His gaze darts to your anxious eyes, taking in the tremble of your body as you and your entourage make your way over to their table.

“Did you lose a bet or something?” Jungkook’s voice rings out, accompanied by a sharp whistle and a burst of laughter. Jimin rolls his eyes, frustration bubbling up at his brother’s relentless teasing of you.

He watches as you effortlessly roll your eyes at his brother’s teasing remark, your composure unshaken as you confidently take a seat.

“Well. Someone doesn’t share clothes. Apparently.” You quip with a hint of playful spite, directing your gaze at your sister, and he can’t help but chuckle, hastily concealing it behind a hand pressed to his lips.

You’re introduced to Yoongi and Hoseok, and Soo-ah hands you a beer, initiating conversation. Jimin finds his gaze lingering on your exposed skin, noticing the goosebumps forming and wondering if you’re feeling the chill.

“Aren’t you cold?” He notices how you bite your lip, but you merely shrug in response. Jimin considers offering you his shirt, though he’s unsure of how you’d react. Despite being comfortable sitting shirtless himself, he contemplates making the gesture anyway—

“Here. You can have my shirt,” his brother beats him to it, and Jimin grumbles, clenching his hands under the table in frustration. Damn it. He had wanted to offer you his shirt, but now he’s too late because he hesitated and over-thought the situation. Again.

God, sometimes Jimin really despises his brother.

“Well, look who’s playing the gentleman,” Yoongi teases with a playful smack to Jungkook’s chest, and Jimin can’t help but roll his eyes once more. He’s well aware that his brother always has an agenda, always.

“Easier to pick up the ladies like this, anyway,” Jungkook remarks with a smirk, confirming Jimin’s suspicions. Jungkook may not be aiming to win you back, but he’s always on the lookout for the next pretty face. It’s moments like these that remind Jimin just how shallow his brother can be, always thinking with his dick instead of his brain.

As the table empties out, leaving just you and Jimin, a palpable tension lingers in the air, thickening with each passing moment. He can sense your uncertainty, and it mirrors his own nervousness. The weight of the unspoken words between you feels heavy, almost suffocating. Jimin shifts uncomfortably, unsure if he should break the silence or let it linger, unsure if his words will only add to the tension.

“I’m sorry if I did something wrong,” your hesitant voice cuts through the tension like a knife, breaking the suffocating silence that had settled between you. With a nervous expression, you fidget with your beer, your eyes betraying a mixture of apprehension and genuine concern.

His breath catches in his throat, surprised by your unexpected apology. Nodding gently, he gestures for you to elaborate, his mind racing with a blend of curiosity and cautious apprehension. Though uncertain of the reason behind your apology, he’s prepared to listen, his thoughts swirling with tentative guesses.

“I’m sorry I slept with your brother…” Your words cut through the air like a chilling breeze, each syllable heavy with the weight of regret. In a hushed confession, you lay bare the source of your apology, and he feels his chest tighten in response. His facade wavers momentarily, a flinch betraying the torrent of emotions raging within him. Beneath the veneer of composure, a tempest of anger swirls, threatening to engulf him in its fiery grasp.

“Why apologize for that?” His voice carries a hint of curiosity, a mask for the turmoil brewing beneath the surface. With a casual sip of his beer, he studies you intently, his eyes flickering with a mixture of emotions. You’re allowed to fuck whoever you want, he acknowledges inwardly, but the bitterness lingers, souring the taste of his thoughts. It’s not so much the act itself that stings, but the circumstances surrounding it—his brother, the witness to your intimacy. It’s a bitter pill to swallow, and he can’t help but lament the unfortunate twist of fate.

“It just seems like you’re angry with me… or something,” you add tentatively, your words laced with apprehension. He notices the nervous edge in your voice, the subtle tremor betraying your uncertainty, and how you avert your gaze, as if unable to meet his eyes.

“Look,” he starts, leaning in slightly over the table, his voice measured yet tinged with underlying emotion, “I’m not really angry. Maybe I’m more disappointed?” Despite his attempt at rationalizing his feelings, he knows deep down that anger brews within him, though its target remains elusive—whether directed at you or his brother, he’s unsure. After all, they’re all adults here, and dwelling on this resentment won’t change anything. Deep down, he knows he’s harboring a sense of anger, not necessarily at you, but at the recurring pattern where his brother always seems to come out on top. It’s a feeling of disappointment that runs deeper than just this one incident—it’s a narrative that’s unfolded over years, leaving him questioning his own worth. And he recognizes, it isn’t your fault; you’re just caught in the crossfire of a longstanding dynamic.

“You are, of course, allowed to sleep with whoever you want to. It’s just… it’s always him.” His words carry a raw edge, laced with a palpable mix of frustration and resentment. Jungkook’s recurring presence in such situations gnaws at him, a constant reminder of his brother’s tendency to overshadow him. Yet, even amidst his own turmoil, he realizes the futility of roping you into their tangled sibling rivalry. It’s an unhealthy dynamic, one he knows all too well, and he doesn’t want to drag you into its murky depths.

He watches as a wave of realization washes over your features, but he feels compelled to add more. “All women are drawn to him. He’s always fucking around. Not that I’m saying I want to be like that, but sometimes, it would be nice to feel noticed, you know?” Damn it. He said too much. Did he have too many beers? No, he’s barely finished his first bottle, and yet here he is, pouring out truths from the depths of his heart.

Damn it, why did he say that? He curses inwardly, realizing he’s delving into territory he’d rather avoid. He desperately needs to steer the conversation elsewhere, pronto.

“You know… When I saw you that day in the kitchen after all those years,” he starts tentatively, hoping to shift the focus away from his raw emotions.

He rakes his fingers through his hair, a gesture betraying the turmoil within. “I never thought I would see you again when you and your father left,” he confesses, a mixture of longing and regret bubbling beneath the surface, camouflaged by a forced chuckle.

His nerves prickle like a live wire, urging him to speak, even as his mind screams caution. “Did you know,” he blurts, the words tumbling out despite his better judgment, “I had a crush on you when we were kids?” His throat tightens with apprehension, berating himself internally for the sudden confession. Was it just one beer he had? Because why on earth would he reveal this now?

“I had no idea,” you reply, your voice laced with surprise and regret, your features softening with an apologetic expression. “I’m truly sorry.”

“It’s fine,” he chuckles, though the tension in his voice betrays his true feelings. His heart races with nervousness, cursing himself for his lack of restraint in revealing his past crush. But there's a deeper secret he keeps buried: his current feelings for you, perhaps even love. It's a precarious balance between wanting to confess and fearing rejection. He prays his mouth won’t betray him again, divulging more than he’s ready to admit.

Sensing the danger of delving further into emotions, he swiftly changes the topic, opting for safer conversational waters. Offering to fetch another round of beers, he steers the discussion towards lighter subjects. Yet, beneath his composed facade, he finds himself unnerved by you. There’s an undeniable allure to your demeanor— a blend of nervousness and confidence that both intrigues and intimidates him. He’s drawn to your self-assuredness, yet fears the intensity of his own feelings, wary of pushing you away with his overwhelming emotions.

“I’ve been considering heading back home. It just feels like I mess everything up…” You confess, your words tinged with uncertainty, and he feels a surge of emotion. Panic grips him at the mere thought of you leaving. No. No. He can’t bear the idea of you walking away, of missing out on the potential moments you could share together. Despite his internal conflict, a selfish desire whispers in his heart, urging you to stay, if only for a little while longer.

“No, no, you shouldn’t give up. Please, give it some more time,” he urges, his voice laced with genuine concern. Each word carries the weight of his longing, a silent plea for you to stay. Memories of his childhood flood his mind, reminding him of the warmth you brought to his heart. He can’t bear the thought of losing you again, not when he feels a flicker of hope reignite in his heart at your return.

Jimin has been surreptitiously observing you as you sort wool with Yoongi, stealing glances whenever he can muster the courage. Each time your eyes meet his, it sends a flutter through his chest, a silent reminder of the unresolved emotions swirling within him. He grapples with the realization that perhaps he’s been too quick to let his insecurities dictate his reactions, especially when he witnessed you with his brother. Yet, amidst the tangled mess of doubts and hopes, one thing remains clear—he still harbors feelings for you. With each passing moment, he wrestles with the notion of reaching out, of bridging the gap that has formed between you. Could there be a chance to mend what’s broken, to transcend the shadow of past misunderstandings? As he contemplates these questions, he can’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, there’s a glimmer of mutual interest between you two. But how does one navigate the delicate dance of reigniting a connection fraught with uncertainties? Jimin finds himself at a loss, grappling with the complexities of his own heart as he yearns for a sign, a signal that could pave the way for a new beginning.

Caught off guard by the sudden outburst, Jimin’s thoughts scatter like startled birds as your sister’s sharp reprimand slices through the air. He can’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for you, knowing firsthand the intensity of Jessi’s temper. Watching your gaze falter, retreating from the accusatory finger jabbing in your direction, he senses your discomfort like a palpable wave washing over the scene. A surge of concern floods Jimin’s chest as he worries about the impact Jessi’s harsh words might have on you. Could this tirade be the final straw, driving you away for good? The fear gnaws at him, a silent plea echoing in his mind for some semblance of peace to return to the tense atmosphere.

As you take a hesitant step backward, Jimin’s heart clenches with concern, his grip on the clippers loosening as he watches you dart towards the door. Without a second thought, he abandons the tools and bolts after you, propelled by a surge of urgency to catch up and ensure you’re okay.

“Please come back,” Jimin’s plea is tinged with desperation as he watches you retreat towards the house. His heart races with a sense of urgency, knowing he can’t let you leave without offering some comfort. He longs to reassure you that your sister’s harshness doesn't define your worth, that everything will eventually fall into place.

As you pivot, a look of anguish etched across your features, you confess, “I fuck everything up Jimin.” His heart aches at your admission, wondering what else burdens your mind. “I feel utterly useless on this ranch,” you add, your voice heavy with self-doubt. Jimin's resolve strengthens, determined to offer you the solace and encouragement you desperately need.

“It’s to be expected. You’ll get better,” he reassures you, his voice laced with sincerity. Despite his efforts to comfort you, he notices how you’ve withdrawn into yourself, lost in your own thoughts.

“Do you think I belong here?” Your question catches him off guard and he gapes at you, but he already knows the answer to your question, so it’s easy.

“I do,” he says, his voice carrying a depth of emotion that belies the simplicity of the words. It’s a plea, a fervent wish whispered into the air, a silent urging for you to see what he sees – that this place, this ranch, is where you truly belong. Deep down, he knows it’s selfish, but damn it, he can’t bear the thought of you leaving.

“I believe you just need time,” he offers with a gentle smile, though beneath it, he can feel the weight of your uncertainty. It’s a small offering of solace, but he knows words alone can’t ease the turmoil brewing within you.

“I don’t think I fit in, and I feel like an imposter,” you confess, your voice carrying the weight of uncertainty. Each word strikes a chord within him, a pang of sadness laced with determination. He can’t bear the thought of you feeling out of place, not when he envisions you finding your footing here, becoming a part of this place he calls home. He believes in you, in your ability to belong, and he’s willing to give you all the time you need to see it too.

One thing is a childhood crush, but delving into the depths of who you are now, the adult version of you, that’s what he craves. He yearns to unravel the layers, to discover if there’s a deeper connection waiting to be unearthed between you two, something more profound and meaningful than just fleeting feelings from the past.

As the rain cascades down upon both of you, Jimin’s attention isn’t on the weather, but on you, on your emotions. “We should get back” he suggests, aware that the rain shows no signs of relenting. Yet, amidst the downpour, he seizes a moment of boldness, reaching out to intertwine his fingers with yours. “You belong here,” he affirms, his touch conveying a silent plea for you to stay, to weather the storm together, not just the rain outside, but the uncertainties within.

He prays silently that his words and gestures are enough to anchor you here, but deep down, he understands he can’t dictate your choices. The decision to stay must be yours alone, driven by your own desires and dreams. Yet, a fervent longing swells within him, an unspoken wish that you’ll choose to remain, not for his sake, but for your own. Oh, how he yearns for you to stay.

You left. It’s a twist he didn’t see coming, yet somehow, it makes sense. Your sister’s relentless demands and the weight of your own insecurities pushed you away. He empathizes; Jessi’s temper can be overwhelming, and she hasn’t exactly rolled out the welcome mat for you. And your self-doubt about your skills on the ranch? He gets it. Rome wasn’t built in a day, and he certainly wasn’t a master of everything from the get-go either. Improvement comes with time, and he believes in your potential to thrive.

Why does he find himself standing in front of your city home, heart pounding against his ribcage like a caged bird? He knocks, and when the door swings open, you greet him with a mix of surprise and puzzlement, yet your smile, soft and tender, ignites a wildfire of hope in his chest.

“Jimin?” Your voice carries a blend of curiosity and caution, eyes darting around to confirm his identity, a flicker of uncertainty dancing in their depths.

“Hey,” he greets you with a hint of shyness, his voice slightly uneven as if your mere presence has the power to stir up a whirlwind of emotions within him. You have this uncanny ability to make his heart flutter and his nerves dance, rendering him almost breathless in your presence.

“Come in,” you invite, and as he steps across the threshold, his senses are immediately greeted by the cozy compact hallway, each corner whispering tales of your daily life within the confines of your two-bedroom apartment.

“What brings you here, Jimin?” You inquire, your eyes sparkling with curiosity and a hint of anticipation, inviting him to share the purpose of his unexpected visit. His heart races with the weight of unspoken words, debating whether to reveal the depth of his feelings, to confess how much he misses you and yearns for your return. Yet, he hesitates, fearing that such raw honesty might overwhelm you, opting instead to tread lightly into the depths of the conversation.

“I came here because there’s something I wanted to talk to you about,” he starts, his gaze wandering around your apartment. An easel catches his eye, displaying a painting in the corner. He hadn’t realized you painted. Memories of your childhood passion for art resurface, but he hadn’t expected you to continue. Your dedication surprises and impresses him. As he admires the artwork, he can’t help but think how much it reflects your beauty and depth, a reflection of the intricate layers of your soul.

“You mentioned wanting to talk?” You inquire, drawing his attention away from your paintings. There’s a hint of curiosity in your voice, and he notices the way your eyes search his face, as if trying to decipher his thoughts. He feels a sudden rush of nerves, realizing the weight of the conversation he’s about to embark upon.

“Sure, let’s go to a cafe and have that talk,” he proposes, a spark of anticipation igniting in his eyes, his heart quickening with the prospect of finally opening up to you.

You suggest heading to a nearby café, and he readily agrees, the anticipation building as you walk the short distance together. Your demeanor betrays a hint of anxiety, and he can’t blame you—after all, he did show up unannounced, eager to talk. Arriving at the café, you both place your orders, and Jimin can feel the nervous energy coursing through him at the thought of opening up to you. But as he steals glances at your radiant smile, he knows he needs to gather his thoughts and make this moment count.

As you dig into your chocolate cake, you turn to him with a curious glint in your eyes. “So, what’s on your mind?” you inquire, your voice carrying a mix of anticipation and intrigue.

He can’t help but chuckle nervously, a subtle tremor in his voice betraying his unease as his hand moves to shield his smile. “It’s about you actually,” he confesses, his gaze lingering on you, as if searching for the right words to convey the weight of his thoughts.

He watches intently as your eyes widen, your lips parting in shock. “Me?” You echo softly, the word hanging in the air, laced with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

He feels his heart quicken its pace, his palms moistening with nervousness. “We miss you,” he admits, his voice a blend of longing and reluctance. Jimin knows he shouldn’t reveal too much, shouldn’t tell you how much he misses you. Yeah, the other’s miss you too and your sister actually regrets how she had been treating you. The words are close to spill out anyway. He can’t help it. Your puzzled expression prompts him to elaborate, “Everybody back home.”

The words sting him like a slap in the face. “That place isn’t my home anymore,” you declare, and each syllable feels like a dagger to his heart. He knows deep down that your old home could be your sanctuary once more, if only you’d give it another chance.

“It could be,” he responds softly, his words laden with unspoken longing. He wrestles with the urge to confess how much he aches for your presence, but he reins it in, wary of overwhelming you. Yet, glimpsing your paintings in your apartment, he discerns a silent yearning for the ranch.

“Everybody misses you, even your sister,” he adds, hoping to bridge the chasm between your worlds.

You scoff at that notion, momentarily entertaining the idea that your sister orchestrated his visit. He almost finds it amusing. Sure, Jessi might regret her actions, but her pride likely won’t allow her to apologize. He came here of his own volition, driven solely by his feelings for you. And as he gauges your response, he wonders if your sentiments mirror his own. He longs for certainty before taking the next step, eager to discern if your heart echoes his.

You spend the remaining time engaged in conversation about his heartfelt conviction that you belong on the ranch. He earnestly endeavors to sway your decision, silently yearning for your return—not just to the land, but to him. Yet, he hesitates to voice these sentiments, aware of the weight they carry. It pains him to witness your despondency, your yearning for the solace of a home—a comfort he believes he could offer, if only you desired it. Eventually, you concede to mull over the prospect of returning, a small glimmer of hope that lifts his spirits.

He’s reluctant for the day to draw to a close, even after both of you have polished off your cakes. So, he proposes a shopping excursion, and as you amble down the bustling street, he revels in the simple joy of your company. Witnessing you try on various dresses fills him with delight, but it’s the moment you find one that makes you radiate with confidence that truly captivates him. As you stand before the mirror, the dress hugging your curves in all the right places, he’s struck by the desire to gift it to you. Your surprised reaction to his offer, accompanied by a blush that tinges your cheeks, only serves to further enchant him.

As you return to your apartment and settle in to order food, Jimin realizes he’s extending his stay beyond his initial intentions. He’s wary of overstaying his welcome, yet he finds himself relishing every moment spent in your presence. Together, you indulge in a satisfying meal, the aroma of comfort food filling the air. With appetites sated, you delve into a conversation that spans the years since you departed from the ranch. Each shared anecdote and exchanged experience bridges the gap of time, weaving a tapestry of shared memories and newfound connection.

As he opens up to you, Jimin shares the tumultuous story of his family, particularly focusing on his father’s betrayal and subsequent remarriage shortly after his mother's passing. Recounting these painful memories is a struggle for him, as he harbors deep-seated resentment, especially towards his father for his infidelity. To Jimin, loyalty is paramount, and the thought of betraying a loved one is unfathomable. He reflects on the challenging dynamic with Jungkook, his stepbrother thrust into his life against his wishes. Initially resistant to the idea of a new sibling, Jimin grappled with conflicting emotions, navigating the complexities of familial relationships with grit and resilience.

He notices your curious gaze, fixated on the subtle limp in his stride, a constant reminder of a past he’d rather forget. Jimin understands the unspoken question lingering in your eyes, the same one that everyone seems eager to ask about. It’s a topic he loathes discussing—the limp, the accident, and the haunting scar etched into his flesh. Yet, he opens up to you, albeit selectively, glossing over certain details. He shields you from the raw emotions that still cling to the memories, like the overwhelming fear that consumed him in the aftermath, or the excruciating pain that once threatened to steal his mobility forever. Despite the physical healing, the pain persists, a relentless echo of the trauma that reshaped his life.

As if drawn by an invisible force, your hand ventures to his thigh, your touch igniting a cascade of sensations that electrify his senses. Each stroke sends a jolt of pleasure through him, coaxing his heart into a frantic rhythm matched only by the whirlwind of thoughts racing through his mind. His body responds eagerly to your touch, craving more, yearning for the warmth of your hand in places where desire simmers just beneath the surface. Jimin knows he shouldn’t entertain these forbidden thoughts, but the allure of your touch is intoxicating, tempting him into a realm of pleasure he’s desperate to explore. With each passing moment, your hand inches closer to his dick, and he's powerless to resist the magnetic pull drawing him toward the world of lust.

“Is this okay?” Your gentle inquiry sends a surge of electricity through the air, and Jimin feels a wave of apprehension wash over him. He’s caught between the desire to surrender to the intoxicating allure of your touch and the fear of crossing a line he might not be able to uncross. Yet, despite the tumult of emotions raging within him, he manages to croak out a strained “yes,” his voice betraying the depth of his longing and the intensity of his arousal.

God damn it, he curses inwardly as a surge of desire courses through him, causing his body to react involuntarily. He shifts uncomfortably, prompting your hand to retreat apologetically as you murmur, “I’m sorry.”

He reassures you with a strained “it’s okay,” but inside, he’s reeling from the lingering sensation of your touch. Your hands had worked wonders, but it’s not just the massage that’s setting him alight; it’s the mere contact with you, igniting a dangerous blaze of desire within him.

He’s acutely aware of the charged atmosphere between you, a palpable tension that threatens to unravel with every passing moment. Seeking respite, you suggest watching a movie, and he agrees, grateful for the distraction. As the film unfolds, he finds himself more captivated by the way your eyelids flutter and eventually succumb to sleep, your head gently resting against his chest. With tender care, he brushes away the stray strands of hair that caress your face, his heart swelling with affection at the sight of you in such peaceful repose. He realizes, in that moment, the depth of his feelings for you—love, pure and unadulterated. Yet, the weight of uncertainty presses upon him like a heavy burden. Should he confess his love, risking the fragile bond of friendship that now exists between you both? Or should he continue to cherish these stolen moments, content in the knowledge that you’re by his side, even if only as friends?

“I love you,” he murmurs softly, the words slipping from his lips like a secret confession, a whispered promise to the sleeping form nestled against him. In the hushed stillness of the room, he finds solace in the act of vocalizing his feelings, the weight of his emotions easing with each syllable uttered. Though he knows you’re unaware of his declaration in your slumber, he takes comfort in the notion that the words hang in the air, a silent testament to the depth of his affection for you. Yet, as the echoes of his confession fade into the night, he realizes that his journey towards vocalizing his love has only just begun—a journey he’s determined to embark upon, armed with nothing but his unwavering devotion and the courage to speak his heart when you��re awake, ready to hear his words.

He hadn’t intended on staying the night, but your gentle slumber on his lap had rooted him in place. He couldn’t bear to disrupt your peaceful rest, and truth be told, he relished the sensation of your weight against him. He couldn’t recall when your head had found its way to his thighs, but the warmth of your presence was a comfort he couldn’t deny. However, the unwelcome arousal pressing against his jeans was a stark reminder of his body’s betraying response to your innocent proximity. Your soft murmurs and endearing sighs had stirred something primal within him, leaving him unable to conceal the undeniable evidence of his desire.

“Oh, goodness! I’m so sorry!” You exclaim, scrambling to sit upright, cheeks tinged with a delicate blush. He can't help but chuckle at your flustered reaction, finding your genuine concern endearing.

“It’s okay. I just woke up,” he assures, though it’s not entirely true. He’s been awake for a few moments, captivated by the peaceful sight of you sleeping. Is it a bit creepy? Perhaps. But at that moment, he couldn’t bring himself to care.

You end up apologizing profusely for inadvertently resting on his injured leg, but he reassures you, insisting it didn’t hurt much. Suddenly, you offer to whip up some pancakes, and the idea sounds heavenly to him. He realizes how hungry he is, so the prospect of food is more than welcome.

He realizes he should head back home soon. Yesterday, he left without a word to his brother, and he certainly didn’t mention staying the night elsewhere. Jungkook might be in a panic by now, given the flurry of missed calls on his phone. Oops.

The pancakes you’ve whipped up are simply divine, and for a fleeting moment, he entertains the idea of staying here with you indefinitely. But reality pulls him back to the ranch, his responsibilities tugging at his heartstrings. Deep down, he yearns for you to join him there, to make the place feel complete once more. Yet, he knows he can’t impose such a request on you. Your decision to return must stem from your own desires. As the time draws near for his departure, he lingers a bit longer, subtly conveying how much he’ll miss you if you choose not to come back.

“I hope to see you again, maybe back home?” His gaze lingers on you, a silent plea echoing in his eyes. In that suspended moment, he senses a subtle transformation within you, a shift in the air that ignites a blush on your cheeks. And in that shared vulnerability, he feels his own heart quicken its pace, a silent testament to the magnetic pull you exert on him with each passing moment.

As you remain silent, he gathers his courage, emboldened by the delicate flush on your cheeks. Closing the gap between you, he leans in, his breath mingling with yours as he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. A playful grin tugs at his lips, betraying the nervous flutter in his chest; he can feel the warmth rising to his cheeks, but he couldn’t resist the urge to express his longing in that fleeting touch.

“See you at home,” he whispers, the words carrying a weight of anticipation as he descends the stairs. His heart thunders in his chest, a symphony of excitement and nerves that threaten to overwhelm him. Despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins, a wide grin splits his face, a telltale sign of the emotions bubbling within him. In that moment, he feels like a fool — a foolish, lovesick fool.

You’ve returned, and it’s like a missing piece of his world has finally clicked back into place. Since his visit to the city, everything between you seems to hum with a new energy, a subtle shift that he can’t ignore. The air crackles with anticipation, and he can’t help but notice the lingering glances, the charged moments that pass between you. He senses the attraction growing, weaving its way between you like a delicate thread. Perhaps it’s time to take the next step, to ask you out on a proper date. But first, there’s the matter of moving your belongings from the city back to the ranch, a task he embraces eagerly, knowing it’s a chance to be by your side once more.

He chuckles at the sight of neatly packed boxes, already lined up and ready to go. He had braced himself for a lengthy packing session, but you’ve surprised him with your efficiency. With everything neatly organized, the task ahead seems much simpler. Now, all that’s left is to lift and load the boxes onto the truck and trailer, and you’ll be ready to roll.

Despite the weight of the boxes and the growing ache in his leg, he soldiers on without complaint. He refuses to let you see the strain he’s under, determined to make this transition as smooth as possible for you. Together, you lift and carry furniture, ensuring that nothing is left behind. Finally, you slide the key into the landlord’s mailbox, marking the end of an era and the beginning of a new chapter.

As you navigate the road back home, he catches your gaze drifting to his leg, a subtle twitch betraying the discomfort he’s trying to conceal. Despite his efforts to mask the pain, he can tell you’ve seen through his facade.

“Does your leg hurt?” Your concern is palpable in the gentle tone of your voice. He hesitates, debating whether to offer a reassuring lie or admit to the discomfort gnawing at him. Ultimately, honesty wins out. “Yeah, a bit,” he confesses, unable to shield you from the truth.

Your hand ventures across the center console, landing on his thigh with a gentle, reassuring pressure that sends a jolt through him. As your fingers begin to work their magic, tracing soothing circles over his tense muscles, he feels his defenses weakening. Like an inferno ignited, desire surges within him, rendering him powerless to resist. A soft moan slips past his lips, betraying the overwhelming effect of your touch, and he knows he’s in trouble, especially while navigating the road ahead.

His mind is a whirlwind of forbidden desires, each touch of your hand stoking the flames of his longing. With every inch your hand inches closer, his body responds eagerly, aching for your touch. Yet, amidst the overwhelming urge, a voice of reason echoes in his mind, reminding him of the danger of indulging in such desires while driving. Despite the throbbing need coursing through him, he fights to suppress his carnal urges, knowing that some pleasures are too risky to pursue in the heat of the moment.

“Please stop,” his voice, a blend of desire and restraint, breaks the tension-filled silence, pleading for respite from the intoxicating allure of your touch. As your hand halts its tantalizing caress on his thigh, a palpable tension hangs in the air, his body yearning for the forbidden pleasure yet tempered by the awareness of the dangers lurking on the road ahead.

“I might lose focus on the road if you keep that up,” he confesses, his tone laced with a blend of restraint and longing, revealing the precarious balance between desire and responsibility. With each passing moment, the tantalizing temptation grows stronger, stirring a primal urge within him. For a fleeting instant, he entertains the reckless notion of pulling over, and just fucking you, like he really wants to do.

Jimin is rendered speechless as you glide through the doors, clad in the dress he picked out for you. The sight of you steals his breath away, igniting a fire within him that he struggles to contain. Your radiant smile lights up the room, and as your eyes meet his, it’s as if the world fades away, leaving only the two of you enveloped in an electric moment.

You take in the surroundings of the house, every detail seemingly more enchanting with Jimin by your side. As he gracefully pulls you into a slow dance, the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you in a timeless embrace. The warmth of his hand in yours and the genuine smile on your face envelop him in a sense of serenity, and for a moment, he’s lost in the beauty of the moment, captivated by the sight of you.

You sway together in the gentle rhythm of the music, but beneath the surface, a tempest of emotions rages within Jimin. With every step, he feels the magnetic pull towards you intensify, igniting a wildfire of desire that threatens to consume him whole. The urge to whisk you away upstairs, to pour out his heart, to share every secret and desire, is almost overpowering. Yet, in the midst of this intoxicating whirlwind, fear gnaws at him. This unbridled attraction, so fierce and undeniable, terrifies him in its intensity, for it’s unlike anything he's ever experienced before, and it’s already reshaping the very fabric of his emotions.

As his brother, Jungkook, sweeps in to ask you for a dance, Jimin’s eyes roll with a mix of amusement and mild annoyance. Reluctantly, he steps aside, letting you be whisked away into the arms of his sibling, though a flicker of jealousy ignites in his chest. As you twirl away with Jungkook, Jimin can’t help but feel a pang of insecurity, wondering if he’s made a mistake by relinquishing your presence, even if only for a dance.

Meanwhile, Jimin gracefully makes his way to the piano, a glint of determination in his eyes. He settles onto the bench, his fingers poised over the keys with a mixture of nerves and excitement. With a soft, thoughtful expression, he adjusts the volume of the music, letting the melody fill the room with a gentle ambiance. As he begins to play, his heart pours into the music, each note resonating with a depth of emotion that only he can truly understand. With a voice rich with sincerity, he sings a love song, his eyes flickering over to where you stand, hoping that you’ll appreciate the gesture.

In the midst of the music, Jimin wrestles with his own conflicting emotions. He knows he should muster the courage to express his feelings directly to you, to tell you that he’s head over heels in love. Yet, fear grips him, the fear of rejection, of vulnerability. Despite the undeniable connection he feels between you, he hesitates, unsure of how you’ll respond.

Instead, he lets the melody speak for him, allowing the heartfelt lyrics to convey the depth of his affection. With each tender note, he silently hopes that you’ll understand the message hidden within the music, the silent plea for your reciprocation.

Your expression betrays a mixture of surprise and curiosity as Jimin finishes his serenade. Without a word, he rises from the piano bench, his hand outstretched towards you, a silent invitation in his gaze. “Please, come with me,” he implores softly, his voice laced with an urgency that belies the calm exterior he tries to maintain. With a gentle yet firm grasp, he leads you towards the door, a sense of purpose driving his movements.

As he leads you outside, Jimin can feel the weight of anticipation hanging heavy in the air. This could be the moment, he thinks, the moment he finally lays his heart bare before you. Or perhaps he should start with something simpler, like asking you out on a date. But with every step that brings you closer to the secluded spot he has in mind, his mind races with a whirlwind of emotions, leaving him uncertain of where to begin.

Now, with the night sky stretching out above you and the soft glow of moonlight casting shadows across your face, he finds himself unable to resist the pull of desire. With a sudden surge of courage, he pins you against the wall, his gaze locked on yours with an intensity that leaves no room for doubt.

His mind races like a speeding train, thoughts colliding and scattering in all directions, leaving him grasping for a coherent sentence. “Brothers talk,” he blurts out, cursing himself inwardly the instant the words leave his lips. Jungkook’s words about you after that night echo in his mind, a bitter reminder of a conversation he never wanted to have— he didn’t like hearing his brother talk about you like that. He wishes desperately to erase those words from his memory, to banish them to the darkest corners of his mind, but they linger like a stubborn stain, impossible to scrub away.

“I know you slept with Jungkook,” he murmurs into your ear, feeling the slight tremor that runs through your body. The tension crackles between you, a silent dialogue of unspoken words and hidden desires. He prays silently that you don’t harbor any strange fascination with brothers, because if you do, you’re in for disappointment. That’s not his thing.

“And I don’t mind. I like you,” he confesses, his words tinged with a mixture of vulnerability and sincerity. Despite the discomfort of knowing about your past with his brother, he’s willing to look beyond it because his feelings for you outweigh any resentment. The image of you being reduced to a mere conquest by Jungkook leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, but he’s determined to move past it for the sake of what he feels for you.

“I like you too, Jimin,” you confess, and the weight of those words sends a surge of excitement through him. Finally, the confirmation he’s been yearning for, the green light to express what’s been building inside him for weeks. As he leans in to kiss you, anticipation electrifying the air, the door beside you swings open, and out steps his brother, wearing that infuriating grin. Damn it, Jungkook always manages to ruin the moment, the ultimate cock blocker.

You’ve been putting in long hours at the ranch alongside Yoongi, and he’s observed how effortlessly you’ve adapted to the work. He doesn’t mind the time you spend with Yoongi; after all, cultivating friendships here is important, and he’s glad to see you forming bonds in your new environment.

As he makes his way over to where you’re taming the wild horses, Jimin feels a surge of confidence coursing through him. Today feels like the right moment to finally muster the courage and ask you out on that long-awaited date.

He approaches, anticipation bubbling within him, but Jimin’s heart sinks like a stone at the sight before him. His steps falter as he witnesses your lips meeting Yoongi’s in an unexpected embrace. Shock and hurt intertwine within him, shattering the fragile hope he held of something blossoming between you both. It’s a painful echo of the moment he caught you with his brother, a wound reopened. With a heavy heart, he silently retreats, the weight of disappointment pulling him away.

Caught in the whirlwind of emotions, Jimin did notice the shock etched on your features. But confusion battles with hurt within him, a tumultuous storm raging in his heart. Was it betrayal he saw in your eyes? Or was it simply his own shattered illusions playing tricks on him? The thought gnaws at him—had you been toying with his feelings all along?

The memory of you with his brother burns like a brand, leaving him grappling with a cocktail of emotions, unable to discern truth from illusion.

You fucked his brother, maybe you want to fuck Yoongi too?

Though he hears your hurried footsteps behind him, he refuses to turn back, his gaze fixed on the path ahead. Anger simmers within him, intertwined with a thread of sorrow, a tumult of emotions threatening to consume him. Frustration gnaws at him — frustration at you, frustration at himself for allowing himself to fall under your spell. For he realizes now, with painful clarity, that you hold the power to shatter his heart. And he can’t bear the thought of enduring such agony. It’s a bitter realization, but he knows he must protect himself. It’s better to walk away now, before the pain deepens any further.

“Jimin!” Your voice echoes urgently behind him, but he’s already near the door, his resolve hardening with each step. Maybe he can simply shut you out, ignore whatever explanation you might offer. He doesn’t want to entertain the possibility of hearing you out, even as you grasp his arm, pleading, “Jimin, it’s not what it seems—I need to explain!”

He doesn’t want to hear it. There’s a strange ringing in his ears, drowning out your words. It’s as if his mind is adrift in a sea of chaos, overwhelmed by conflicting emotions. Anger simmers beneath the surface, a volatile brew threatening to boil over. With a clenched jaw, he turns to face you. “You kissed Yoongi.” The words cut through the deafening silence like a knife, sharp and accusatory.

“No, I didn’t! He kissed me, and I didn’t want that. It meant nothing, okay?” Your words pierce through the heavy silence, but he’s not sure if he wants to believe them. He’s built a fortress around his heart, shielding it from any more pain. Watching you with his brother was hard enough, and now this? It’s not just the kiss itself that bothers him; it’s the unsettling feeling that you might be interested in anyone but him.

Since that kiss with Yoongi, he’s been nursing a hurt that gnaws at him relentlessly. Though he’s avoided speaking to you, he’s watched from a distance. Your once vibrant spirit now wears a cloak of sadness, but in Yoongi’s presence, you light up. It’s a comfort to see you finding solace, yet a pang of envy grips him. Watching you two together twists something deep inside him, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.

Amidst the ache in his heart, he’s found himself seeking solace in familiar connections, even replying to texts from his former physiotherapist, Deiji.

Despite the gnawing guilt, he finds himself unable to bridge the growing chasm between you. The pain of witnessing your closeness with Yoongi ignites a jealousy that eclipses all rational thought. It’s not just about liking or loving you anymore; it’s about the exhausting cycle of feeling perpetually overlooked. He’s tired of being picked last.

Perhaps that’s why he extended the invitation to Deiji, fully aware that you and Yoongi would be there. In his mind, it’s a feeble attempt to feign indifference, a facade of moving on. He’s well aware of the pettiness of his actions, yet he’s powerless against the torrent of bitterness coursing through his veins.

He catches the glimmer of sadness in your eyes as they meet his across the bar, and a pang of unease twists in his stomach, a blend of hurt and confusion. He’s at a loss to comprehend why your gaze holds such sorrow when you’re evidently entwined with Yoongi. The sight of him enveloping you, a shield against the world, ignites a storm of resentment in Jimin’s gut.

Despite being officially with Deiji, a decision he’s uncertain about and made more out of a sense of emptiness than genuine interest, Jimin finds himself questioning his own actions. He doesn’t understand why he acquiesced when she asked to make things official; perhaps it was the notion that having someone, anyone, was better than facing the void alone. But the truth is, he doesn’t harbor strong feelings for Deiji. Aware of the wrongness of the situation, Jimin feels a gnawing guilt deep within him, a sense of moral turmoil that he can’t shake off.

And with every stolen glance in your direction, a reminder of his divided attention, he's torn between appeasing Deiji and grappling with the realization of what he truly desires.

Each day, you faithfully show up for work, your presence a constant in the familiar routine of taming the wild horses alongside Yoongi. Yet, with every shared moment you spend with him, Jimin can’t help but feel a surge of spite and jealousy coursing through him. Despite his best efforts to suppress it, the sight of you engrossed in your tasks, your laughter echoing in the stables, stirs up a tempest of conflicting emotions within him. It’s true, you appear happy, your smiles lighting up the barn, but beneath the surface, Jimin senses a lingering sadness, a hidden ache that eludes his understanding.

Even amidst the swirling chaos of his emotions, Jimin finds himself unable to muster the courage to speak to you. The turmoil within him is relentless, leaving him uncertain if he even wants to engage in conversation with you anymore. His feelings are a tangled web of confusion, rendering him utterly lost within himself. It’s as if he’s been thrown into a storm of his own making, unable to find solid ground amidst the tempest of his conflicted heart.

Even his own brother, in a rare moment of clarity, has acknowledged the messiness of the situation and urged him to confront it. Yet, Jimin finds himself grappling with the futility of such a conversation. What words could possibly bridge the chasm between you when you’re with Yoongi and he’s with Deiji? It’s a tangled web of relationships, each strand pulling them further apart with every passing moment.

Recently, Jimin has found himself consumed by jealousy, a venomous emotion that twists his thoughts and clouds his every interaction. He’s engulfed by an unrelenting anger — directed at you, at himself, at the cruel hand fate has dealt. Walking about with a perpetual scowl, he broods in silence, his gaze fixed on you with a mixture of longing and resentment. Forced to collaborate with you by Jungkook, he remains mute, the weight of unspoken words suffocating him. Jimin, once eager to engage, now fears the irreparable chasm that has formed between you, the inevitable drift driving a wedge deeper with each passing day.

For reasons unbeknownst to him, your sister insists on throwing a party to mark the cast coming off. This entails a dinner, an event Jimin dreads. The thought of facing you, knowing Yoongi will also be present, fills him with apprehension. It’s been weeks, perhaps even months, since he’s exchanged a word with either of you, and the prospect of reconnecting amidst the festivity feels daunting.

He’s been avoiding you for what feels like forever, yet here he is, standing in your house with his girlfriend, desperately trying to hide the turmoil churning inside him. It’s not a physical demise, he knows he’s being overly dramatic, but the emotional anguish feels suffocating, overwhelming every inch of his being.

He stands there, silently seething as he watches Yoongi envelope you in his arms, whispering about how much he’s missed you. Anger courses through him like a torrent, mixing with a bitter taste of something unpalatable, leaving him with a nauseating sensation, as if he could vomit at any moment.

He averts his gaze, sensing the sudden fury emanating from you, though the reason eludes him. Desperately, he attempts to divert his attention to Deiji, but it’s futile; he can’t shake the feeling of longing for you, despite the turmoil raging within him. Every glance towards you is a reminder of the pain of seeing you with Yoongi, of his own inadequacy to confront or resolve the situation. He feels trapped in a cycle of longing and self-loathing, unable to break free from the grip of his own childishness.

You glide into the charity gala, a vision of elegance and grace that steals his breath away. He shouldn’t be captivated by you, shouldn’t be allowing his gaze to linger when he should be focusing on his date. Yet, Deiji’s waning interest in him is palpable, a silent testament to the growing chasm between them. He knows their relationship is crumbling, and he can’t blame her for growing weary of his constant pining for someone else. The truth is, he was never truly invested in Deiji; she was merely a placeholder, a feeble attempt to fill the void left by your unattainability. Now, as he watches you from across the room, radiant and out of reach, he realizes the magnitude of his mistake.

Despite dancing with his girlfriend, his eyes are drawn irresistibly to you, tracing every step you take as you glide across the dance floor with Hoseok, then Yoongi. Each moment is like a dagger to his heart, yet he can’t tear his gaze away. It’s masochistic, really, subjecting himself to the exquisite agony of watching you in Yoongi’s embrace, but he’s transfixed, unable to look away.

Without warning, your expression morphs into one of raw anger, fury emanating from every pore as you stride purposefully towards him. Your voice, sharp and cutting, pierces through the music as you demand, “Why the hell are you staring at me like that?”

Startled and taken aback, his heart skips a beat as your sudden outburst catches him off guard. Beneath the surprise, a tinge of sadness tugs at his heartstrings. He realizes he shouldn’t be so transfixed on you, yet despite his best efforts, he finds himself unable to tear his gaze away.

“Shouldn’t your eyes be on your girlfriend, huh? Why the fuck do you keep gazing at me? Look at your damn girlfriend!” Your words cut through him like a knife, and the accusation stings. He feels a knot of sadness twist in his stomach, grappling with confusion as to why you've suddenly turned hostile.

“And while you’re at it, why the fuck can’t you talk to me like a normal human being?” Your voice crescendos, cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Jimin feels a pang of shame, wanting to shrink away from your justified anger. You’re hitting too close to home—he knows he should have approached you like a mature adult.

“You’re a damn coward, aren’t you? You shouldn’t be casting your eyes my way when you have a girlfriend right there!” You jab a finger in Deiji’s direction, her displeasure evident, but Jimin can’t muster any concern for her feelings. His heart thuds erratically, a tumult of emotions swirling inside him, each one adding to the chaos. He knows you’re right, and it cuts him deeper than he’d like to admit—yeah, he’s a coward.

“You fucking jerk. If you had the decency to communicate, to use your damn voice instead of making baseless assumptions, we wouldn’t be in this ridiculous situation!” You unleash your frustration at him, each word a sharp jab, and he flinches involuntarily. Deep down, he knows you’re right, but the weight of the misunderstanding presses heavily on his shoulders. He just doesn’t understand the situation. Yoongi steps in beside you, attempting to diffuse the tension, but Jimin feels his heart plummet to the floor nonetheless.

“I fucking hate you! You’re stupid. I hate you. I fucking hate you. I love you. I fucking hate you. I hate you so fucking much!” You unleash a torrent of emotions, your words cutting through the air like knives, and his eyes widen in shock. His heart races erratically, his confusion mirroring yours. Why would you confess your love for him while Yoongi stands right beside you? It’s madness, and he feels like he’s drowning in a sea of uncertainty and conflicting emotions.

“You fucking bastard. Stop looking at me like that,” you spit out, catching him off guard once more. Despite the tension, he can’t help but burst into laughter. It’s wrong, he knows, but there’s something absurdly amusing about the situation. As you glare at him, he can’t shake the thought that you look oddly cute when you’re angry.

“Stop laughing. This isn’t funny!” You stamp on the ground, your frustration palpable. Jimin feels a surge of conflicting emotions, his laughter fading as he clings to the weight of your confession. What does this mean? He longs to ask you why you’re unloading on him, but you refuse to let him get a word in edgewise.

“I don’t want to hear it! You know what? I’m done!” With a sharp spin, you pivot away, leaving Jimin in a whirlwind of confusion. Desperate to understand your sudden eruption, he reaches out, his hand grasping for an explanation amidst the chaos.

“You can stick your dick where the sun doesn’t shine!” With fire in your eyes, you unleash the words directly into his face before storming out, leaving Jimin to face the fallout of your wrath. As the tension thickens in the air, all eyes turn to him, conveying their disapproval like daggers. Even Jimin finds himself grappling with the weight of his actions, acutely aware of the discord he’s sown.

Yoongi strides up to him, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. “You know you’re a real dick right?”

Jimin’s jaw drops, the shock of Yoongi’s words reverberating through him like a sudden bolt of lightning. Never before has he witnessed this side of Yoongi, and the revelation leaves him utterly stunned, his mind reeling with disbelief.

“Why don’t you scuttle off to your precious girlfriend?” Jimin’s words slice through the air like venom, his anger bubbling to the surface with an intensity that threatens to consume him entirely.

Yoongi scoffs incredulously, “Girlfriend?” His steps carry him closer to Jimin, his voice dripping with a mix of disbelief and frustration. “You really think she’s my girlfriend, huh? Is that what’s been fueling your jerkish behavior?”

Jimin’s lips part, ready to offer a retort, but before he can utter a word, Yoongi closes the distance between them until their breaths mingle in the charged air. “She’s not my girlfriend,” he declares, his voice low and tinged with frustration, “I’m gay, you fucking idiot.”

Jimin’s eyes widen in disbelief as Yoongi’s words hang heavy in the air. Then, as Yoongi exits, a whirlwind of emotions sweeps through Jimin’s being, leaving him teetering between confusion and a surge of unexpected elation.

But hold on, that means that all this while he thought you were together with Yoongi, you were in fact mad at him?

Fuck.

Deiji ended things with him, and he can’t blame her. He realizes now that he wasn’t truly invested in her or the relationship. In hindsight, it’s clear that it was the right decision for both of them.

He’s made an absolute mess of things, and now he’s left with the daunting task of picking up the shattered pieces and piecing them back together again.

He realizes the first step towards redemption is owning up to his missteps and extending genuine apologies for the havoc his actions have caused.

Your expression betrays confusion when he offers to aid in the search for Mikrokosmos, yet deep down, he yearns for the chance to finally unravel the tangled threads of misunderstanding between you. He carries the weight of knowing he should have initiated this conversation long before, but he’s here now, determined to mend what’s broken and bridge the chasm that’s formed between you.

He’s overwhelmed with gratitude as you lend him your ear, and when you extend an apology for your own actions—a gesture he feels unworthy of—he’s humbled. He recognizes he was the one in the wrong, and while he does offer his apologies, he feels they fall short of expressing the depth of his remorse. He struggles to find the words to convey just how profoundly sorry he is. In your presence, he’s painfully aware of his own shortcomings, yet he’s also grateful for the stark contrast of your unwavering kindness, a stark reminder of the person he aspires to be.

As you tenderly trace the lines of his scars with reverence, he feels something inside him fracture, but it’s not pain—it’s the barriers he’s built around his heart, crumbling in the face of your genuine affection. Never before has anyone shown such care and admiration for him in this intimate way. In that moment, his heart swells with a love so profound it threatens to overflow. In your presence, he finds a sense of completeness he’s never known before. Truly, you are the embodiment of sweetness and kindness, and he’s endlessly grateful to have you in his life.

He’s acutely aware that you deserve far better than him. In your unwavering sweetness and kindness, you shine as a beacon of light in his tumultuous world. Despite the countless times he’s put you through turmoil, you continue to stand by his side, unwavering in your commitment. A part of him struggles to comprehend why someone as remarkable as you would choose to be with someone as flawed as him. He can’t shake the feeling that he doesn’t deserve a woman of your caliber.

As the blissful days turn into months and the connection between you deepens, it feels as though you’ve been together for a lifetime. It’s this profound sense of certainty that drives him to purchase a ring for you, a symbol of his unwavering devotion. From the depths of his childhood dreams, he’s always known, without a shadow of doubt, that you were the one meant for him.

Fucking hell.

Just when everything seems to be falling into place, Deiji unexpectedly resurfaces, bearing news that shatters the delicate balance of his newfound happiness—she’s pregnant. The weight of her revelation hits him like a ton of bricks, threatening to unravel the life he’s worked so hard to build. While she insists the child is his, he’s consumed by doubt, unable to find any concrete evidence to support her claim. Yet, in the midst of his turmoil, his gaze is drawn to you, and the anguish etched on your face speaks volumes. Despite the chaos swirling around him, he can’t ignore the palpable pain this situation is causing you.

He longs for the prospect of fatherhood, but the thought of having children with Deiji is a nightmare he can’t bear to entertain. If he were to embark on the journey of parenthood, he envisions it with you by his side. Yet, he’s keenly aware of your own hesitations or perhaps lack of desire for children, and he deeply respects your stance on the matter.

Damn, this just became a whole lot more complicated. But amidst the chaos, his resolve remains unwavering—he’s determined to be present for his child, and for you, no matter what. With every update Deiji shares, whether it’s pictures or ultrasounds of the baby, he makes a conscious effort to include you, recognizing the importance of keeping you informed and involved every step of the way.

However, he can’t help but notice the growing distance between you, and it’s a pain that cuts him to the core. The dilemma gnaws at him relentlessly—he’s torn between wanting to cherish both you and his impending child, yet he’s at a loss as to how to navigate the chasm that’s formed between you.

“I really think it’s best to break up,” you repeat, and he’s gripped by a suffocating sense of disbelief, as if trapped in a nightmare he desperately wishes to escape. How can you say this? The love he feels for you surges through him like a relentless tide, and the mere thought of breaking up is unbearable. Doesn’t your heart ache at the idea of leaving? Doesn’t love still reside within you?

“But I can’t bear the thought of losing you,” he pleads with a raw desperation, his heart laid bare before you. Every fiber of his being is consumed by love for you. Can’t you see? Can’t you feel the weight of his devotion?

“I know, I don’t want to lose you either. But as much as it pains me, I can’t go on like this. I need to break up,” your voice cracks, and his heart shatters into a million fragments. Both of you are unwilling to part ways, yet he's come to recognize the toll his situation with his child has taken on you, perhaps far more than he initially comprehended. Ultimately, he realizes he can't compel you to remain by his side, even as the agony of separation tears him apart.

“If that’s truly what you want,” he says, his voice strained with emotion as he struggles to form the words, “then I... I understand.” Each syllable feels like a weight upon his chest, threatening to suffocate him as he resigns himself to the heartbreaking reality of your decision.

“It is,” you confirm with a heavy finality, and in that moment, his heart shatters into a million irreparable fragments, scattered across the floor like the remnants of a shattered dream as you walk away.

Ever since you broke up, a sickness gnaws at him, but he desperately clings to the impending arrival of his child as a beacon of hope. Yet, intertwined with the anticipation is a bitter realization—he’s lost you, and it leaves a repugnant taste lingering in his mouth. He never wanted to be forced into a choice, yet it seems he inadvertently prioritized his impending fatherhood over you, a decision that fills him with self-loathing. Deep down, all he truly yearns for is to be by your side once more.

Every time his gaze falls upon you, your face is etched with profound sadness, and he’s torn between offering you the solace of space or the comfort of his presence. Though you still exchange words sporadically, the connection you once shared feels like a distant memory, a mere echo of what once was.

The ache of missing you consumes him, a relentless longing that claws at his heart. He yearns for nothing more than to be reunited with you, to reclaim the bond you once shared. But the weight of the situation crushes him under its unbearable pressure. Should he forsake his child for the chance to have you back? The mere thought is agonizing, a cruel dilemma tearing him apart at the seams. He’s trapped in a labyrinth of pain, unable to discern a way out of the turmoil engulfing him.

Fuck.

Reflecting on the myriad mistakes he’s made sends a searing pain coursing through his heart, each misstep a haunting reminder of the turmoil he’s inflicted upon you. The weight of his transgressions feels crushing, almost unbearable, yet amidst the wreckage of his past, one truth remains steadfast—you loved him, despite it all. Perhaps you still do, but the uncertainty gnaws at him like a relentless beast. Yet, in the depths of his remorse, his love for you burns bright and unwavering. He’s determined to find a way to convey his unwavering desire to win back your love, to fight for the chance to make things right and rebuild what was once lost.

That’s precisely why tears cascade down onto the paper as he pours his heart out in the letter destined for you.

Author’s note(2): Thank you so much for reading! 🌸 I would very much appreciate it if you reblogged the chapter, if you liked it ✨ A small review or a comment would also mean a lot to me, and even a like. But please, don’t be afraid to let me know what you think; your kind words makes me extremely happy 💜 Remember the Q&A that is coming in the Epilogue— if you want to send in some questions for the characters, you can do it now (and later too) → Ask the characters (or me), anything ❣️

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𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓮 : Unsaid Rules

There's forbidden words in the hospital that you're simply not allowed to say. But some people just can't keep their mouths shut, it seems like.

Tags/Warnings: Hospital/Medical AU, Doctor!Jungkook, slightly aged up!Jungkook, Doctor!Yoongi, Nurse!Jimin, Doctor!Namjoon, mentions of Doctor!Hoseok, Paramedic!Jin, blood, medical terms, hospital stuff come on this is a medical au, somewhat of an intro to everything really

Length: 3k words

A/N: Please do not come for my throat if some stuff doesn't make sense. I've tried hard, but I'm not a doctor, and so none of this should be taken too seriously. Treat it like a medical drama. Those ain't real either haha

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"Alright!" Jungkook greets everyone in his department, walking around to find all computer screens dark. "What's going on here?" He asks, tapping at the keyboard- but nothing springs to life.

"Jimin jinxed the shift about half an hour ago." Namjoon, an emergency physician and also best friend of Jungkook's, sighs. "Said the 'Q-word', now all the computers down here and in pediatrics' crashed. They've sent someone out already though." He explains.

"Oh come on now-" Jungkook whines. "-three weeks leave and you come back and drop something like this? Go back to where you came from!" He jokingly curses at his friend, who just rolls his eyes.

"Don't you have to be in your own department, Doctor Jeon?" He asks playfully sarcastic, making his friend laugh, as he grabs his water bottle and some files, before he does just that.

Jungkook has been working in the hybrid care department for almost five whole years at this point. He's one of only a few specialists in the country- making his department pretty busy most of the time. But he doesn't mind it- he's studied his ass off for a reason, pursued this career because he truly wanted it. So in a way, he's proud to be the one many people trust in.

He greets fellow members of staff- some he knows, other's he's not too familiar with, before he finally enters the familiar hallways, starting his day.

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When Jungkook was still in school, he didn't have any ambitions at all.

He's not the kind of doctor who always wanted to be one ever since he was a kid- in fact, quite the opposite. He remembers his mother always telling him how terrified he was as a child to have to go to a doctor, even if it was just for a regular check up, or flu shot. It scared him, the needles and strange people and noises- but by now, they've become normal, routing, comforting even in certain cases.

At the beginning, he wanted to be a pediatrician. Work with kids, cause that seemed to be the easiest for him back then. But then, things changed.

He changed.

Watching someone die in front of you can be life changing- sometimes just a moment, but other times for your entire future as well. He remembers the young cat hybrid playing with him, without a care in the world. They were both not even fifteen when the young boy suddenly fell, for no apparent reason, and never woke up. He'd seen him be worked on, watched from the sidelines, frozen in place. Could he have done something?

In hindsight, he knows there was really nothing he could've done to prevent things from happening. It wasn't his fault- but simply a problem in the system, back then.

Sudden Arrhythmic Death Syndrome had been, and is still, not something entirely uncommon in human children, hybrids, and even more common in infant hybrids than anyone else. Untreated heart arrhythmia, combined with a change in blood pressure, rush of adrenaline, or even just sleep- things he now knows, but back then, had been absolute horror to him.

To imagine that the young boy simply died because people didn't check properly still hangs heavy on his mind.

It's why he chose to study them, instead of work at his father's restaurant. Chose to be different, make a change, even if it's just a drop in a bucket not even halfway filled. He's not going to simply shrug his shoulders when he can't find a reason for someone being sick. He's not going to be told that he simply didn't do his work properly.

He's one of the most active doctors around. Has inspired some others to be more on-patient as well. And it fills him with pride, knowing that he can influence the hospital staff in that way.

"Ah, there you are." A doctor with a grim expression calls out, grabbing his coat. "Was just looking for you. I've got the CT back for the otter hybrid in 210." He says, holding some papers out for him to check out. "It's not conclusive, but considering that she's never had it happen before, I'd agree with you on encephalitis, honestly. Temperature's been climbing steadily, and nurses said she's complaining of stomach pain too." He nods. "Though I want to see her personally together with you, if you've got time." The man asks, and Jungkook nods.

"Of course. You know I trust you most with things like this." He nods, walking to the room in question with his friend next to him.

Min Yoongi is his name, and most of the staff around here don't like him all that much.

Mostly because the neurologist barks demands and commands around like a testosterone filled wolf hybrid, and walks around as if someone had pissed bladder stones in his iced americano he drinks every hour of the day. Only the people who witness him talk to the hybrids and younger patients around know, that there's a lot more to the medical professional than he lets on.

And he's also great with the angry drunk people- because what he lacks in height, he makes up for in scary when he wants to.

"Hello there!" Jungkook chimes up at the young otter hybrid in question sitting on her bed, monitors beeping in rhythm as they approach her- her owner sitting close by. "Do you remember me?" Jungkook asks, while the nurse adjusts the drip of medication on the side. The hybrid shakes her head, before she looks around again- sometimes staring in interest at the other, shorter doctor next to Jungkook. "No? That's okay." He chuckles, walking closer with his friend and colleague in tow, who takes out a pen with a light on the other end. "My friend here is a bit quiet just like you are, but I heard you can call him Yoongi if you want." He chuckles, making the doctor roll his eyes at the common joke Jungkook tends to make.

"Just look at me for a moment, alright?" Yoongi questions, trying to grab the hybrid's attention. "I know he's handsome but I'm not too bad either, am I?" He jokes, making the other hybrid smile a bit shyly as she nods. It makes him smile as well, as he checks the pupil's reaction, satisfied with his results before he turns the light off, tucks the pen away in his front pocket. "Can you tell me what day we have?" He asks.

"…monday." The meek hybrid answers, looking at Jungkook with her big brown eyes. They remind him of his own, back when he was a kid.

"Monday, alright." Yoongi nods to himself. "Do you know where you are?" He questions further, owner scooting a bit closer as he watches everything with a nurturing gaze.

"Home?" The otter answers a little unsure, before something near the window grabs her attention. "Birds." She chimes up, and Yoongi chuckles a little.

"I know, there's a lot outside there, hm?" He nods, before he tabs her leg to gain her gaze back. "Can you tell me your name? You've not introduced yourself yet." He asks, hunching a bit over to make himself less of a threat. Though, it's clear that the hybrid patient has got no fear really.

"…Min?" she asks, pointing at his name embroidered into his coat. Yoongi nods.

"Hm, disoriented in time, place and person." He tells the nurse he's noticed come in behind him, voice a lot more authorative and deep as he talks to the staff. He knows the young student doesn't mind. He shouldn't, really. 'you're still too soft for the real deal', he'd told him only yesterday after the poor guy had been found crying outside the hospital after witnessing his first cardiac arrest. 'Don't take it home.' he'd patted his shoulder- a rare gesture of compassion, before he'd left the young student by himself.

They both excuse themselves for a moment, Yoongi scratching the back of his head before he puts his head in his pockets. "Blood test?" He asks, and Jungkook shrugs.

"Didn't get it back yet- the lab computers crashed, because Jimin said the Q-word this morning." He chuckles, crossing his arms. "But they should come in any minute, same as urine."

"I'd still like to take her for an EEG, just to make sure." Yoongi nods to himself, grabbing his little pager that starts to chime obnoxiously. "I'm wanted in majors right now, but I'll tell them to schedule it." The neurologist tells his coworker, already walking off- and Jungkook nods, shouts a thank-you after him, before he enters the room again to give the owner the proper updates.

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A few days later, Jungkook is getting ready for his twelve-hour shift at the emergency department, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt when he hears the familiar shuffling of his best friend's slides on the smooth hospital floor coming closer.

"Alright park-" Yoongi walks in, making the nurse in question snap his head around at the sound of his voice. "-you're stuck with me for the next 12 hours, and if I hear you drop that Q-word one fucking time I swear to god I'll piss in your energy drink the moment you're not looking." He threatens, making Jungkook chuckle as he clips on his nametag, and checks for his ID card and other necessities he will need.

"It slipped out okay?!" Jimin whines, though everyone knows he did it on purpose.

Jimin is a senior nurse- and very good at his job. Even if everyone jokes around with him, he's still a person of authority, and even people like Min Yoongi respect him for his work a lot. He pulls a huge weight after all, working almost always in the emergency department by choice, a very compassionate person with deep care for every patient that comes in.

"Alright, I'll go try and get myself some coffee-" Jungkook starts, when suddenly, a voice rings out.

"Adult male hybrid trauma in 10, Adult male hybrid trauma in 10."- and everyone looks at the doctor with sympathy, Yoongi patting his back as he walks by.

"Seems like your caffeine has to wait, kid." He jokes, as Jungkook throws his head back. The moment of rare playfulness with the man lasts for a moment, before he turns around to write something down. "I don't know if you've all forgotten that ten stands for ten minutes and you've wasted two of them already, but if you don't want me to remove all chairs here again-" He threatens, finishing his writing, "-I better see you all on your feet before the time left hits 7." The doctor scolds, forcing everyone to scramble and get everything in order and ready for the arrival of the call.

Everyone's now getting ready when the door opens, paramedics entering with the patient, rolling the young man into the spot the medical staff want him- or rather, where Namjoon, the leading emergency doctor, had said he will want him. He'd just started his shift as well, having only really had time to wash his hands and get a bit of info on what's to come, as he now get's filled in by the paramedic.

"So his name is Hajoon, 22 year old canine hybrid, owner has called after he's been hit by a bus." The man offers, while everyone else starts assessing him. "No visible head injuries, no disorientation whatsoever, was conscious at scene but has drifted off a little from the medication we've given." Yoongi stands by closely, listening to everything with a serious face. "Definite pelvis fracture and broken humerus, full sensation and ability to move the lower arm, hand and fingers so no apparent nerve injury." The man with the name tag 'Kim Seokjin' reads all the medication given from his clipboard, filling everyone in on what's happened until now. "He's usually a very active and healthy guy, no underlining health issues whatsoever, vaccines are all up to date, and owner is on it's way as we speak." He finishes, and Namjoon nods, having soaked up all the information flowing around while everyone else does what they can.

"Alright let's send him out for CT right away to check for any internal injuries and to catch a good look at the fractures, and I want a Hybrid Special's to look at him right after. Until then we'll lower down the medications to get him conscious again, We can switch to something else regarding the pain later but I want him up and alert, the faster the better." Namjoon calls out, and everyone moves to do what's been told.

Jungkook is watching from the sidelines for now, waiting for the first scuffle to clear up as the young man is being cared for.

"Haven't seen each other in a while." Seokjin says from the side with a soft smile, washing his hands after he'd given his notes to the younger doctor. "Hope your break has been good."

"Yeah well, you know me." Jungkook offers kindly, looking through the patient's records. "Can't really keep still for long. Was he actually fully conscious when you guys got to him?" The young doctor wonders, and Seokjin nods.

"Was pretty surprised. He was folded like a pretzel, obviously complaining, but entirely alert." He shakes his head. "It's surprising what they can endure, really." He chats, before he gets ready to leave again, saying goodbyes.

Jungkook knows that he'll see him again sooner than he'd like to, probably.

"Doctor Jeon?" Jimin chimes playfully after a while of calm in the emergency room, and Jungkook looks up from the clipboard, already used to the older one's antics. "Namjoon wants you to check out the CT upstairs." He informs him, and Jungkook nods, making his way to the proper department, greeting some staff on his way before he enters the room.

"Ah, Jungkook. Here, you might wanna see this." He says, letting the young doctor walk closer to check out the scan images.

Jungkook can't help but shake his head. "Well that's gonna be fun to put back together." Jungkook snorts to himself. "Hoseok's gonna have the time of his life pulling that one off."

"Well he always brags how good he is-" Namjoon shrugs, crossing his arms. "So he'll have more to show off if he gets that boy up and running again." He jokes, before they pull him back out and into the hallway. It's on the way back when the young man starts to move, eyeing his surroundings as he becomes conscious again. "Oh- hello there, please stay like this okay? You're fine." Namjoon immediately reassures. "My name is Doctor Kim I'm a doctor at Seoul Central Hospital, do you know what happened to you? He asks, and the young man nods, groaning a bit in pain.

"Let's give him some pain relief but please don't knock him out again okay?" Namjoon suggests, while Jungkook looks over the young man, instantly in work-mode as he looks out for any potential signs that his situation could slip to the worse. "Jungkook can you ask someone to fetch Hoseok for me please? I want him to schedule surgery asap." He says, and Jungkook nods, already off to find a nurse.

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Jungkook can sometimes be seen as scarier looking than he is.

He's got a pretty muscular body, tattoos he knows the hospital only tolerates because he's the only specialist they got their hands on, and piercings as well. He also tends to not wear his doctor's coat all that much- rather dressed in casual-formal wear, sleeves rolled up and nametag stuck to his front shirt pocket. Not to be a rebel- but because it makes people feel a bit more at ease with him, especially the hybrids who tend to be easily frightened and withdrawn in hospitals.

"Hey, before I go-" Jungkook says, walking past Jimin who's also ready to end his shift. "-do you know what happened to the canine hybrid from this morning? Hajoon, wasn't it?" He asks, and Jimin lights up, nodding.

"Was confused for quite a while, but after Yoongi had worked his magic with him, he finally responded to everything." He chuckles. With 'working his magic', he's talking about Yoongi's rather.. commanding tone of voice, something he does often when he notices a patient being capable of responding, but simply too 'lazy' to do so. It can come off as a bit harsh sometimes, but he means well- and after his words had found listening ears, it had reassured everyone including the rather distressed elderly owner in her chair at the side. "Here, let me pull up…" Jimin says, typing some things on the computer, before he pulls up some x-ray images. "Look at that!" He laughs, and Jungkook shakes his head in disbelief.

"And he's gonna be all good?" He asks, Jimin nodding in response.

"Hoseok said he's probably going to walk again just fine in a few months. And he'll have a pretty interesting story to tell every time he gets screened at the airport from now on." The nurse jokes, making Jungkook laugh. "Oh, and I heard Yunhee was discharged today, wasn't she?" He asks about the otter hybrid who had, indeed, caught encephalitis- an infection affecting the brain.

"Yeah- pretty much demanded I'd get Yoongi though so she could give him a goodbye-hug." He chuckles, and Jimin puts his hand to his heart.

"I wish he would give me a hug too!" He complains, and both laugh, very much aware that that will probably never happen at all with the rather stoic and withdrawn neurologist. And with the reassurance that today, he's been able to help save a life yet again, Jungkook walks into the staff room; takes off his nametag, puts on his jacket, his shoes-

waving everyone goodbye, after an exhausting twelve hour shift.

Just to do it all over again the next week rolls around.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #hybrid imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook imagine #bts jungkook x reader #bts jeon jungkook imagine #doctor!Jungkook

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muniimyg · 2 months

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KIMI'S FAQs

INTRO

hi ♡ i'm kimi

gemini & a filipina (yikes) ...

i'm in preschool teaching and specializing in children's special needs ! my favourite colour is pink but lilac is a close second . i love matcha . i have 11 piercings but no tattoos . summer is my favourite season but fall feels more romantic . i love picnics . i have a cat named loki . yoongi is my bias but i write more jungkook fics . sue me !

Q&A

what app do you use for your social media fics?

for my smau fics, i use the app social dummy. i've been using the app for almost 3 years now and it comes with formats for twt, insta, lock screen, facetime, imsg, youtube, news, etc. i've made a few one-time payments for the app to unlock specific features like unlimited msging and profiles.

for more recent social media features like insta dm's "replied to your story" formats, i use my own insta accounts and photoshop them into my msg edits. for the most part, i am using picsart, pinterst, or make-shifting the edits on my own.

with all that being said, i have been told that social dummy is no longer available on the app store. there are a few alternatives i've been looking into but ultimately have not been satisfied with the way the edits turn out. i will update this faq if and when i find something new and available for all.

what's your update schedule?

currently, i’m living the kdrama life of the poor full-time student girl with with 2 jobs. as much as i want to commit to updating on a regular schedule,, i can not. my work is usually a tba kind of vibe lol. for the most part, i update when i can and when i want.

what is your content style? what is the kimiverse?

a lot of my fics follow simple storylines imo. i think i end up writing a lot of college/uni au's because that's where my current state in life is so it's a lot easier to relate and gain fic inspo.

kimiverse sums up my fics & characters . it’s more known for the connection between fics like your universe & nonsense ,, casual & sour candy kisses ,, and paraluman & chaebol!jk

my fics are heavily influenced by ariana grande songs and tiktok edits lol

why do you content dump?

haha.

i go through impulsive moments of jus wanting to update. it usually happens when i'm avoiding school work.

how do i get added to your permanent taglist? fic taglist?

to be added to my permanent taglist, send in an ASK. the cut off of my 2024 permanent taglist will be may 1, 2024. i will reset sometime next year!

to be added to my fic taglist, send in an ASK with the fic name.

i will not be adding anyone who comments on the posts / series m.list. i feel more organized when the taglist inquires are all in my inbox and i can answer with a tag like #fic taglist: aao jk.

the alternative is to turn on my notifications!

what are your favourite fics?

my all time favourite fics are linked here.

@munirecs is my fic rec page where i reblog my current reads or my reading list.

why is your anon off?

anon is off so i can keep my blog as lighthearted as possible. i had it on for a while now but after a few asks that made me feel meh, i figured this is the best way to set my boundaries. let’s keep the asks kind!

if you want to send in but don’t feel comfortable with me posting my reply, you can send me a msg.

which order am i supposed to read the series if there are extras with the chapter numbers?

read the series parts first. the extras can be read after. i usually put a note in the beginning of the extras to state the time placement for the fic.

why are there so many typos?

it is what it is!

as much as i’d love to edit my work into perfection, i can’t. after i post a texting au, i’d recommend waiting 15 mins because i’m usually doing last minute edits. after i post a written, i’d recommend waiting 1 day because i’m usually re-read it again and again and again and making tweaks. no matter how much i reread or re-edit, i’m always going to be finding little things to change. so, for my own peace of mind.. i give myself the 15 mins or the 1 day before letting it be what it is.

can i critique your work?

no thank you.

i write because i like to write. i write and post content that serves my creative drive and growth as a content creator. i love positive feedback and getting to hear your opinions on characters, but i’d simply like to have my work remain as it is. i worked hard and spent time writing / making the content so jus enjoy it!

i’ll fix my grammar, my wordy sentance, and mis-punctuation when i get paid for writing fanfics… which will be ???

this is art! … and it’s literally fiction.

my main thing has and will always be to write something that makes people feel. if i’ve done that and you’d like to express it kindly, i await your words!

NOTE

— minors are denied from all of my content !

— i do not allow reposts, revisions, or translations of my work on any other platform or any other account ! if my work is being posted elsewhere, please let me know ><

— requests are closed !

— consider sending an ask / interaction for more updates and consistent activity !

#ask muni #🌱: kimi writes #kimi’s faq #bts fic writing #bts writer

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xjoonchildx · 7 months

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Can I ask you this question? If you don't want to answer it, it's okay. Q: how do you report(?) posts that are abusing tags? I follow "bts x reader" "bts fanfic" tags, but sometimes the posts aren't even about bts. Also there's always a porn blog that seem to always use popular(?) tags, one of them being the ones I follow. I always report the latter as spam, but I'm not sure what to report about the former one. The former usually wants atenttion, the latter is plainly annoying cuz I remember seeing their tags using famous people names or sometimes anime characters (especially from jujutsu kaisen)

anon PLEASE i feel this so hard 😭

jamming up the tags with stuff that has nothing to do with the particular member you are writing/posting about is terrible tumblr etiquette 😤

it keeps people from finding the stuff they really want to find and it’s annoying and tiresome.

i get super annoyed with it as a hobi bias because he already has the least amount of fics/GIFS/posts in general. so when i search his name and pull up 20 jungkook fics, i’m already punching air 👊🏽

but beyond the porn bots that are definitely abusing the tags, i don’t think there’s any way to “report” users who do this. i think it’s a grin and bear it kind of thing 😭

#anagrams 💕

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dearweirdme · 10 months

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there's a pattern with jungkook that i've noticed is that he doesn't like getting forced to do shit. and if he's not enjoying something that he used to anymore, he'll just stop doing it. and many times tkkrs were to blame imo.

when jk started doing his gcf films it used to be enjoyable to film + edit his footage and he generally did it as a hobby for fun. but after namjoon told him to make one with tae to get more views (as if he does them for numbers) and how the company made it an ot7 strategy to promote bts content, jungkook quit doing them altogether because they weren't as honest anymore.

then on instagram jk used it first as something fun, he was playing Q&A with army on his insta stories and replied to comments saying "stop holding jimin i'm jealous of you" and "jimin is mine" by saying "are you jealous? keep being jealous i'll keep holding on to jiminie. blublublublu 😝" and "he's mine!" respectively. tkkrs started mass spamming him with the same thing about taehyung until he replied with "he's mine." (there was a difference in tone) then he stopped doing Q&A altogether. and then he deleted his insta feed and tried to make it look more polished and professional and gradually stopped using the app at all. until tae came and made him do the joint insta live this year, after which jungkook deleted his insta once and for all.

then on weverse, jk keeps watching jimin content, singing jimin's songs, and tkkrs just had to spam him about tae multiple times in a row ("where's taehyung?", "when are you going to live with taehyung?", "taehyung said he wants to do a karaoke live with you", "did you listen to tae's album yet", "play winter bear"), and he stopped doing lives when they most needed him to.

now he's on TikTok, liking and commenting on videos he chooses to interact with, tkkrs are spam tagging him under taekook sex fan art and tae's dance challenge with NJ because he commented under jimin's, watch him stop using tiktok soon and inevitably delete the account completely and stick to an anonymous one.

so in short, jungkook's pattern is: doing things he enjoys -> shippers/company ruins it for him -> he makes his personal joy a business (eg: changing his creative @'s to more professional ones) -> inevitably gets sick of it and deletes account/quits hobby.

Hi anon!

I'm kinda sensing you are a Jkkr, since you make it seem like Jk only gets sick of things when it comes to comments about Tae.

I think what the main problem is, is that people are starting to make it a contest. And to Jk there is no contest between Jimin and Tae. Tae is his partner (imo) and Jimin is his friend. When fandom (shippers) start to pull for signs or hints, it is no longer enjoyable to Jk, because he does not want to share that much of himself. I know Jkkrs make the whole GCF’s as a reflection of Jk’s feelings.. but it’s not actually that deep imo. He shares his love for his members, but only superficially. Jk’s q&a was also just banter and superficial stuff. He likes banter, he likes being funny, he likes having fun with army. He does not like when people pry into his personal life. And that is what shippers (all shippers) do in his lives and now on his Tiktok.

Jkkrs are just as bad as Tkkrs in his comments. I would argue that a lot of non-shippers are just as bad in his comments as well.

#jk live

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soft-bellied-tannies · 1 year

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Read here or on AO3! - ⚠️ Alcohol Consumption ⚠️

Jungkook couldn’t help but smile as he listened to Jimin record his intro for the third time. His boyfriend was a perfectionist and his fans would be perfectly fine no matter what he did, but Jimin would happily do fifty takes if he needed to get it right.

“Welcome back to Mims ASMR, my loves,” Jimin whispered as he fluttered his fingers around the mic. “Today, I am finally going to answer one of the most popular requests in my comment section. We are doing a tour of my jewelry box - specifically my ring collection. There are a lot so let’s get right into it.”

Jimin clapped his hands, leaned away from his mic, and stopped recording before turning toward Jungkook. “How was that? Better?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes and crossed the room to sit beside his boyfriend, placing a gentle hand on Jimin’s back. “Baby, all three takes were great. Try not to worry so much, your fans love you no matter what.”

Jimin smiled then formed his lips into a pout, asking for a kiss from his boyfriend. After receiving a chaste peck, he replied, “Thank you, I’m trying to be better about it, but it’s just…I don’t know. I don’t want the quality to go down now that I am getting more popular. No matter how many subscribers I get, I want it to always seem genuine.”

“You are so cute,” Jungkook said with another kiss on Jimin’s forehead. “I understand and I respect that, but trust yourself. I know it’s hard, but you are good at what you do, Min. You never give less than your best effort.”

Jimin stood up and hugged Jungkook, squeezing him tight enough to make the other laugh. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby,” Jungkook replied, holding onto the embrace until Jimin let go. He watched as his boyfriend sat down at his desk and jump right back into his recording. Returning to his spot across the room, Jungkook watched Jimin continue until he finished filming.

Recording ASMR content had started as a hobby for Jimin to break up the stressful monotony of college academics - doing it mainly for fun until he got a positive response. He put time and money into it during the summer break following his sophomore year and his channel had taken off. At the start of his senior year, Jimin hit half a million subscribers and decided that this may end up being a career instead of a hobby.

Jungkook had been incredibly supportive, helping him with filming and editing, soothing his worries, and talking him through the less-than-kind comments. That is how he ended up here, sitting beside his boyfriend as the guest in his next video. Jin, one of Jimin’s creator friends, had tagged him in a challenge to do a video of his choice with the creator’s partner.

Typically, Jungkook would have never agreed to be on camera, however, Jimin always recorded his videos from the mouth down - mostly hidden from the full view to protect his identity. With the ability to remain faceless to the public, Jungkook was more comfortable with the idea.

Jimin suggested a little Q&A-style video where they would try out different ASMR triggers with each question. It started simply with tapping and whispering before working up to the final one, eating snacks. Jungkook helped Jimin edit the video and watched it over a few times by himself until he came to a realization - he loved the little mukbang segment.

Jungkook never would have imagined himself considering an ASMR channel of his own, but here he was trying to figure out how to bring it up to Jimin. His thoughts went back and forth between his boyfriend thinking he wasn’t cut out to make content himself to Jimin feeling imposed on and being frustrated with him. All irrational thoughts when Jungkook knew how kindhearted his boyfriend was.

Within days of Jungkook bringing it up, Jimin had a second backdrop set up in his office and a list of ideas. He ordered another tripod and microphone plus a few decorative trays and cute utensils after doing research on other mukbang creators since it wasn’t his genre. Jimin even asked if Jungkook wanted him there to help with his first video or if he wanted to try recording by himself first to get comfortable in front of the camera.

His first video was a short little introduction while eating a few snacks, some chips for crunchy sounds and some gummy candy for softer sounds. It was barely ten minutes long, but Jungkook was quite proud of it, especially with Jimin’s constant praise. Thanks to his boyfriend’s generous promotions on his channel and social media accounts, Jungkook’s video had a nice little kickstart behind it - reaching thousands of views within the first week.

For the next few months, Jungkook explored various foods and started making longer videos. Jimin continued to be incredibly supportive and Jungkook was shocked to find that he had fifty thousand subscribers by the three-month anniversary of his channel. While his videos started as eating sounds only, Jungkook got more comfortable on camera which led to longer storytelling videos accompanied by a regular meal instead of little portions of food.

His initial upload schedule started as two or three videos per month as he accommodated the lifestyle of filming alongside his academics. He gained an entirely new appreciation for Jimin, who uploaded every Sunday and Thursday, after realizing how skilled his boyfriend’s time management had become and how dedicated he had been over the past two years to maintain that schedule.

Jimin encouraged him to keep that schedule through their last semester of college, not wanting Jungkook to become overwhelmed with self-imposed expectations and the stress of posting on top of his schoolwork. Both had spent spring break pre-recording content for the last half of their semester knowing the upcoming burden of their last rounds of final exams.

When the end of the semester came, there were many things to celebrate. Firstly and most obviously, their successful graduation - Jimin with his degree in public relations and Jungkook’s film and video production degree, both earned with honors. They moved into a beautiful apartment together with enough rooms for them both to have their own office. And most exciting, both reached major subscriber milestones - Jungkook hitting one hundred thousand and Jimin hitting one million.

With their shared financial success and continued enjoyment of making content, it seemed like the logical choice to work on their personal brands full-time. Jimin maintained his normal upload schedule and started to manage both of their public Instagram accounts. Jungkook established a more frequent upload schedule of Monday and Friday along with a new venture, Saturday live streams which he loved.

Six months after increasing his recordings and doing full mukbang live streams, the higher intake of food started to make an appearance in Jungkook’s figure. He and Jimin both worked out a few times a week, however, his calorie density and growing appetite had certainly gone up to combat those efforts.

His videos were standard, mostly being small plates and themed platters like crunchy fruits and vegetables or foods of a certain color and texture. His live streams, on the other hand, were often takeout orders or homemade meals typically accompanied by alcohol. They had invested in a table with a cooktop in it for Jungkook’s live streams that he would barbeque trays of meat on or build a pot of stew on - rarely leaving any morsel of food behind.

Jimin wasn’t certain if Jungkook had realized it yet, but he definitely had. He thought his boyfriend looked incredible, maybe ten pounds heavier since starting his channel the previous year, and a whole lot cuter in Jimin’s eyes. Seeing Jungkook in his normal wardrobe, someone wouldn’t even notice the change, but Jimin was lucky enough to see much more of his boyfriend than other people.

The first time he noticed it was a morning when Jimin was doing his hair and makeup at his vanity, getting ready to get lunch with Jin and Taehyung - fellow content creators. As it was Saturday, Jungkook was preparing for his live stream since he was doing an afternoon stream that weekend. He had finished showering and was exiting their bathroom with just a towel around his waist, emphasizing the tiniest bit of softness.

Jimin couldn’t put his finger on why, but he thought that Jungkook held the new weight very handsomely, looking strong and warm. He made an effort after that to check him out more often, his eyes and hands landing on Jungkook’s midsection throughout the day whenever he had the chance.

Becoming more aware of it, Jimin could easily see where it came from - his boyfriend’s menu has grown in size for his content, but there was a very specific factor that he thought was attributed to the gain. Jungkook was averaging two to three hours for his live streams, usually finishing his meal within the first hour but refilling his drink until the very end.

Neither of them was into party life during college, however, they both had quite the alcohol tolerance. For his weekend streams, Jungkook had regularly picked up a six-pack of whatever beer sounded interesting - sometimes even trying new brands and reviewing them on stream.

During the first couple of months of streaming, he would finish one or two beers before switching to water. Then, he gradually started grabbing a third or fourth while he talked and picked at the remaining food. It was now expected for him to finish at least four, occasionally seeing off the entire pack, chugging the first in one go before starting his meal, and enjoying the other five throughout his stream.

Jungkook was putting away well over a thousand calories in beer alone every weekend on top of his big meals. Even though he was never one to fixate on calorie counting, Jimin knew that his boyfriend was probably averaging one or two pounds per stream which clearly explained his slow but steady gain.

Jimin waited to see if Jungkook would address it, positively or negatively, rather than bring it up himself. He undeniably enjoyed watching his boyfriend’s midsection grow in tandem with his happiness and success - if the scale climbed with his subscriber count, Jimin wasn’t going to complain about it.

Almost another six months passed and Jungkook had yet to mention it. The only rationale Jimin could come up with was that his boyfriend didn’t fully realize the change with how slow the progression had been. Because he was, admittedly, a little fixated on it, Jimin tracked the subtle changes and paid attention to things like the fit of his clothes and the feel of his body.

It finally came up nearly two years after moving into their new place. Jungkook had hit half a million subscribers and went all out on his live stream. He ordered a bunch of his favorite food with quite a few drink options and Jimin even dropped in for a little bit before calling it a night. His celebration stream was nearly six hours long, ending around three in the morning.

After a drunken clean-up of his office, Jungkook crawled into bed and passed out until nearly noon. Jimin was preparing hangover soup for him when Jungkook managed to climb out of bed. He ambled into the kitchen wearing only sweatpants and his impressive bedhead, one hand scratching his stomach as he yawned.

The evidence of his indulgence from the previous night was quite prominent. Jimin turned to greet him, but he choked on his words as he stared at Jungkook. His waistband was sitting low on his hips, emphasizing the round swell of his stomach. Although most of it could be blamed on bloating, Jimin felt confident in saying that his boyfriend officially had a little beer belly.

“Man, I really overdid it last night,” Jungkook said, rubbing both hands over his distended middle.

Jimin wasn’t certain if his boyfriend was doing it on purpose, but he was struggling to keep his cool, ready to abandon his post at the stove and drag Jungkook back to their bedroom. Testing the waters, he replied, “Think you might have been overdoing it for a little while now, love.”

Jungkook’s head snapped up, staring at Jimin with a look of faux exasperation. He moved his hands to his hips. “Park Jimin, are you shaming my dad bod right now?”

“I think we are supposed to have kids before you can claim the dad bod excuse, Ggukie, but you can believe whatever you want,” Jimin quipped, excited to hear his boyfriend leaning into the teasing and hyping up his own body rather than feeling insecure about it.

Jungkook rolled his eyes and walked up behind Jimin who was still dutifully stirring the soup. He moved his hands across his boyfriend’s slim waist and whispered, “Would it help if I said you were a total milf?”

Jimin threw his head back onto Jungkook’s shoulder laughing loudly, not expecting that response at all. After turning off the heat on the stove, Jimin turned around in his boyfriend’s arms and went up on his toes for a kiss. “Whatever you want to call it, I think you look hot, babe.”

It seemed like that was exactly what Jungkook needed to hear. Within seconds, he lifted Jimin onto the counter and stepped between his legs. He pulled him into a hungry kiss that quickly developed into a heated make-out session. Jungkook let out a rumbling moan when Jimin’s hands squeezed his sides, emphasizing the fact that there was something to squeeze.

Finally pulling back for air, Jungkook relished in the feeling of Jimin’s strong thighs wrapped around his softening middle. He would admit later that he was aware of his gain for a while, not mentioning anything to his boyfriend out of embarrassment at first. Jungkook explained to Jimin that it started out as just the enjoyment from feeling full that eventually started to shift into appreciating his changing body.

Jimin made it clear that whatever it was for Jungkook was very much supported and encouraged as he found his attraction rising with his boyfriend’s size. He also began to tease him a little more often, knowing that it gave them both a sense of intense pleasure. With a new understanding between them, it seemed that whatever hesitation Jungkook had was let go.

While continuing with his normal video structure, Jungkook did change something with his streams. The standard meals were kept the same, however, he did explain to Jimin that he felt fuller and more satisfied with the liquid portion - the reason behind his longer streams where he continued to drink through the end. His hesitation was adding more and more alcohol than he already set up for his streams.

Jungkook hated being hungover and didn’t love the idea of getting drunk every Saturday by going beyond the six-pack he normally drank from. A suggestion from Jimin that he somehow had not thought of himself was the best of both worlds. He began to drink non-alcoholic beer.

Starting the stream with one regular beer on camera, Jungkook spent the rest of the time pouring his non-alcoholic cans into his glass. His fans had always been impressed with his ability to eat and drink, but after the switch, people constantly commented on his incredible tolerance - little did they know that Jungkook wasn’t in it for the buzz, just the full stomach.

His typical four to six beers over a three-hour stream became at least eight or nine cans of his non-alcoholic beer on top of the one regular beer he kicked off the stream with. Sometimes, the only reason Jungkook stopped drinking was his stomach capacity. Jimin was often fascinated by how much liquid his boyfriend could consume in a single sitting.

Jimin would usually spend Saturday night and Sunday morning giving him gentle massages as the beer, alcoholic or not, bloated Jungkook’s stomach every time while appreciating the continued change to his midsection. The higher intake had not only affected his full belly but his empty belly as well.

The term beer belly made a lot more sense to Jimin after seeing how it blossomed on Jungkook’s figure. It seemed that every calorie stuck to his middle from his growing consumption. The little pudge that used to just poke out over his waistband now started bulging out a few inches, his growing belly almost seeming to defy gravity sometimes.

His shirts now fit snugly over his round belly while every waistband tucked nicely right underneath the swell. Jungkook’s stomach jutted straight out from his middle as the rest of him seemed to stay relatively the same. He had a bit more padding on his thighs and his arms were a little bulkier, but it wasn’t enough to take the attention away from his impressive midsection.

Around Jungkook’s birthday, Jimin came up with an idea after watching an American college movie that Taehyung recommended. A group of guys in the film had something called a case race to see who could drink a 24-pack of beer first and he thought it might be fun to see Jungkook try it.

That was the first time they initiated something like that together and definitely the first time Jungkook drank more than a few drinks off stream, but his boyfriend was completely on board, loving the idea of doing it solely for their enjoyment.

Jimin picked up a case of non-alcoholic beer as Jungkook was still a fan of drinking to get full and not get drunk. They set up the living room with dim lighting and a show to play in the background. Jungkook put on a pair of loose sweatpants and a t-shirt that had a bit of room to be comfortable.

With a mug that held two cans at a time, Jimin poured the first round and brought it to him. Expecting Jungkook to chug it as he typically did with his drink that started his night, Jimin stood next to the couch and watched him, teasing him for the panting breaths that followed.

Jungkook told him to bring a few cans with him for the next round, clearly enjoying the fast pace in the beginning. Jimin was genuinely impressed by how quickly his boyfriend could down a can, seeing him chug another two within minutes of the first large glass.

The night continued with quiet belches and a few rounds of hiccups while Jungkook worked through the case. About an hour in, he was halfway through - Jimin slowing him down after slamming the first four to make sure he didn’t throw up.

After tipping number twelve to drain the last few drops, Jungkook reclined back into the couch to take a short break. Jimin’s gentle touch had been easing any cramps or discomfort that came up from going too fast, but Jungkook was starting to feel the effects of all the liquid.

He wasn’t challenging his stomach capacity quite yet due to the meals that usually accompanied his liquid intake before, however, Jungkook realized that a stomach full of beer felt much different without the food alongside it. As his belly distended little by little to accommodate it, he noticed a sloshing sensation that was admittedly growing more enjoyable.

Jungkook also tried to hide the bubbles of gas that traveled up his chest whenever Jimin pushed or prodded in certain spots. Obviously, his boyfriend had heard him burp before, but something about the situation made it feel embarrassing. While he couldn’t hold them all back, Jungkook made sure to let it out quietly into his hand and was thankful that Jimin seemed to let him do whatever he needed to remain comfortable.

Although, Jimin did not let him simply go on without any teasing or taunting. Just as Jungkook felt ready to pick up another can, his boyfriend placed his hands on his shoulders and straddled Jungkook’s lap. Jimin moved his hands down Jungkook’s chest, caressing him slowly before stopping on either side of his belly.

Expecting a tender massage that Jimin had become skilled at providing, Jungkook was stunned when his boyfriend shook his belly back and forth. The liquid in his stomach felt like it was splashing against his insides and it forced him to let out a pocket of air that developed at the crest of his belly with a wet belch.

Jungkook let out a deep moan involuntarily as he threw his head back against the cushion, hands finding Jimin’s waist as his boyfriend’s touch became much more gentle. Letting Jungkook have more time to breathe through his overwhelmed state, Jimin started raining kisses onto his face - sweet and coy compared to what he had just done.

The entire time, Jimin had been keeping a steady stream of praise flowing that let Jungkook know his boyfriend was happy to try out the new endeavor. However, after that moment, he realized that Jimin was as equally into it which somehow made it even more satisfying. His boyfriend was currently whispering in his ear about a next time thinking that they would be done soon, but Jungkook was now more determined than ever.

“Can you open the next one, baby?” Jungkook asked, happy to keep his boyfriend in his lap while they continued.

Jimin smiled and kissed him hard, seemingly excited by his boyfriend’s renewed sense of effort. “Of course, love.”

Jungkook held out his hand to accept the drink, but Jimin simply took his hand and pecked the back of it while bringing the can to his boyfriend’s lips. He tilted it slowly, making it clear that he wanted him to take it in one breath. They did that with the next one - Jungkook stopped him halfway through number fifteen in need of a break from the way his stomach started to cramp up.

At that point, Jimin definitely thought they were going to call it, but Jungkook assured him that he just needed to take it slow, not ready to throw in the towel yet. With the reminder of being able to try again, possibly in a month for Jimin’s birthday, he did consider agreeing and letting his boyfriend take him to the bedroom until he ultimately decided that he had enough space for two more.

Finishing the second half of the one he paused on, Jungkook asked Jimin to fill the glass with two final cans and he would tap out at seventeen. Thoroughly impressed with his performance, Jimin did just that and then crawled back into his lap while he gradually down his last round. His boyfriend’s hands worked through any pinches and aches while he finished.

Jungkook fell back into the couch once again, grateful for Jimin helping him through. His stomach felt tighter than it ever had having drank over a gallon of liquid over the course of the night. Needing Jimin’s help to get off the couch, Jungkook felt the full weight of his belly once he stood up.

His shirt was stretched across his bloated middle, emphasizing just how much he had managed to get down over the past few hours. Jimin poked fun the entire walk back to their bedroom, commenting on Jungkook’s slow waddle and the sloshing sounds coming from his stomach. Although, he was also gentle and appreciative in helping Jungkook climb up into bed - removing his shirt to survey the final result.

Leaning back against the headboard, Jungkook rested his hands on his stomach, noting the tight pull at the top while the area below his belly button was still pleasantly soft. He saw the sparkle in Jimin’s eye and knew that his partner was ready to pounce on him, but the idea of moving anymore genuinely made Jungkook feel nauseous.

As if he could read Jungkook’s mind, Jimin snuck his hand below the waistband of his sweatpants and said, “Don’t you worry, my love. I will do all the work. I think you deserve a reward for your performance.”

By the next morning, the evidence of their previous night’s activity was quite clear. Jimin woke up first curled around Jungkook’s back, feeling very grateful for last night Jimin who decided to clean them up before falling asleep. He kissed his boyfriend’s shoulder and sat up to stretch when he was caught off guard by Jungkook’s still-bloated stomach.

The beer-induced swell had shifted down lower as he digested the hefty amount, his belly distending out in front of him on the bed. Jimin lightly traced his fingers across Jungkook’s skin, applying some pressure on the small love bites he had left behind during his thorough treatment the night before.

Rousing Jungkook with his caressing touch, Jimin decided two things. His boyfriend deserved a loving wake-up call to continue his well-earned reward and they would most certainly be having a nice repeat of last night for Jimin’s birthday next month.

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The following summer, Jungkook finally hit one million subscribers after a few changes to his channel. Quickly learning how much he enjoyed gaming on stream, he stopped his ASMR uploads and became a full streamer - keeping his Saturday mukbang and adding a Tuesday and Thursday gaming stream.

During those streams, Jungkook often added drinking games or at least enjoyed a few beverages while playing with Jin and Taehyung or some new gamer friends he had made over time. His Saturday stream was still fueled by his non-alcoholic beer, needing a little more to achieve that full feeling he loved.

His little beer belly had certainly outgrown the description of little, filling out into a decent potbelly that protruded over his waistband while empty and looked like Jungkook was hiding a basketball under his shirt after every Saturday live stream.

Jimin’s teasing had only grown alongside his belly, often wrapping his hands around Jungkook’s back to jiggle his stomach or squeeze his sides. His favorite comments to make were about how their fans were none the wiser to Jungkook’s round middle hiding below his desk during every stream - especially by the end of a Saturday night when he packed away drink after drink.

The thing Jungkook treasured most by far, however, was his boyfriend’s consistent love and appreciation because for every taunting jab Jimin threw at him, three compliments followed behind it. Jimin was his ultimate hype man - encouraging the change in his content, supporting his streaming career, and contributing to his full belly whenever he could.

Setting up for his Thursday stream, Jungkook sipped on some water while he prepared his recording area. He had been both looking forward to this stream and dreading it as Jimin and their friends were joining him for a Mario Kart night. The terms had already been determined and Jungkook knew he was going to be stuffed to the brim by the end of his stream.

For each race he lost, Jungkook had to down his drink and between Jimin and Jin, he did not stand a chance at winning - of course, having been his lovely boyfriend’s idea. Moving on to Jimin’s setup, Jungkook heard the distant sound of their front door closing.

“Love! I’m back!” Jimin called out from the kitchen.

Jungkook left his office, making his way down the hall to greet his boyfriend. He sent Jimin a little grimace when he saw the two packs of his favorite beer on the counter. “Hey, baby.”

Jimin smirked and walked over to Jungkook, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s neck and going up on his toes for a welcome-home kiss. “Don’t look so happy to see me, Ggukie.”

“Don’t look so smug to get me drunk tonight, Minnie,” Jungkook replied after returning the kiss before lifting Jimin up onto the counter.

“At least you are prepared to lose,” Jimin quipped, devolving into squeaky giggles as Jungkook’s fingers dug into his sides in retaliation.

Jungkook finally eased up and felt Jimin’s hands spread across his belly, giving it a little tap on both sides that sent a ripple through his soft abdomen. He was now the one smirking and said, “Am I really the one losing if I get rewarded either way?”

Jimin smiled and leaned back in for another kiss, completely agreeing with his boyfriend’s question. His hands continued their gentle caress of Jungkook’s belly as he whispered, “Of course, you get rewarded, my love. Look at how all your hard work pays off.”

They both knew that there was not enough time to take this show to the bedroom so Jimin did the next best thing before they had to log into their streams. He reached over to one of the cases and tore the box open, grabbing the first beer and cracking the can open. Taking a small sip for himself first, a suggestive expression sent in Jungkook’s direction while he did.

“How about a little head start, Gguk?”

Jungkook let out a low groan as Jimin turned the can toward him, bringing it to his lips. He instinctively started to drink, knowing his boyfriend would control the pace well. Ten seconds later, Jungkook already had a hot sensation running through his stomach against the cold froth of beer in his belly. Seeing that familiar sparkle in Jimin’s eye, he knew it was going to be an interesting night.

#bts feedism #bts weight gain #chubby bts #chubby jungkook #supportive jimin #bts stuffing #liquid stuffing #soft bellied tannies

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concealedrecs · 1 year

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Fic: tell me you'll come home (even if it's just a lie)

Author: spudcity

Fandom: BTS

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin

Rating: Explicit

Length: 47800

Recommendation: It is tempting to just put out a blanket statement of “if spudcity writes it, you should read it” but in the nature of giving an actual recommendation, I would say that this fic in particular is quite strong. The tags for this say “ crack” but what it’s actually giving me is himbo spy Jungkook who is mostly in love with his old partner Jimin who is maybe, just maybe, trying to live a normal life outside of the spy game. The secondary characters are incredibly strong in this, but what makes it an easy comfort read rec is that it’s just got such funny, incredibly charming scenes. Higher level of recommendation if you were ever part of the Bond/Q fandom since I think this taps into some of the things that made that fandom quite strong without being a direct 1 to 1 transfer.

But also, seriously, read more spudcity.

#bts fic rec #fic rec #jikook #jikook fic rec #fic recommendation #spudcity

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jimilter · 1 year

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I posted 2,925 times in 2022

397 posts created (14%)

2,528 posts reblogged (86%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@jimilter

@jung-koook

@rkivedfiles

@yooboobies

@kth1

I tagged 2,909 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#c: gif - 1,408 posts

#i queued be your genie - 1,362 posts

#not q - 791 posts

#jimin - 555 posts

#the feeling is mutual 💝 - 369 posts

#yoongi - 318 posts

#guk - 313 posts

#c: ask - 293 posts

#hobi - 228 posts

#seokjin - 226 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#and i realize that this post was meant for artists that i fixated on too late before october but pls. i needed more taylor on there 😭

My Top Posts in 2022:

feel your touch (m) | p.jm. | one-shot

🎵 blinding lights by the weeknd shameless by camila cabello

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captivity (m) | p.jm. | one-shot

pairing: jimin x reader

rating: m (18+)

summary: Maybe you shouldn’t be so attracted to one of your kidnappers and maybe you shouldn’t give in to his advances – but Park Jimin is way too irresistibly sexy and persistent in his pursuit of you for his own good.

1,233 notes - Posted January 18, 2022

relax for me (m) | p.jm. | one-shot

You came home from a tiring workday and your boyfriend offered to give you a massage to relax – which you didn’t think much of because Park Jimin is known to be selflessly kind while also being a pervert, the exact two behaviors a massage would exemplify. But maybe you should think more about how skilled his hands felt… almost extraordinarily skilled. Is your boyfriend hiding something from you?

1,527 notes - Posted May 1, 2022

disaster management | j.jk. | one-shot (m)

An important investor wants to withdraw from a future project at Jeon Security, and you, the company's President, are to handle things before they blow over. A task that would have been easy despite the meeting’s location being the investor’s daughter’s wedding. Only – the presence of your unruly CEO, Jeon Jungkook, by your side the entire night when paired with alcohol… may lead to way bigger disasters than what the two of you can manage.

2,699 notes - Posted July 31, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

put it on me (m) | p.jm. | one-shot

When you signed up to model your cleavage for a jewelry commercial, no one bothered to tell you it wasn’t gonna be a solo shoot. It’s unfair being blindsided and you want to protest, but A-list model and flirt extraordinaire Park Jimin’s steel-cut abs have you kinda tongue-tied. And then you get kinda too busy thinking of other ways in which you’d like him to shut you up.

2,992 notes - Posted August 19, 2022

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#HAPPY NEW YEAR GUYS <3 #ahhh i am my most reblogged blog #bangtan taught me self love so well :]#mannnn i really created 397 posts??? wow... that's more than a post per day tf #and the top posts...#4 out of 5 are jimin fics are we surprised :|#OH and my longest tag pls 💀 crying abt my spotify wrapped that didn't have tay as my top artist lmfaO #tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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oathome · 2 years

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i was tagged by my lovely mutual @ceruleansoleil in a fun kpop ask game <3 thank u !!

my top 10 biases:

1. jeno (nct)

2. yugyeom (got7)

3. jaehyun (nct)

4. hyungwon (monx)

5. wonwoo (svt)

6. yuto (ptg)

7. yunho (ateez)

8. jungkook (bts)

9. mingyu (svt)

10. hoshi (svt)

q&a:

1. between 1&4 who would you rather kiss?

as if i'm gonna choose someone over jeno teeeheee

2. between 2&7 who would be your best friend?

aw i gotta choose yunho - he seems like the nicest person ever

3. between 5&10 who has the better voice?

i love hoshi's singing voice a lot !

4. between 1&8 who is the funniest?

they're both funny in an underrated dorky way lmao - i'll choose jk for this one :-)

5. between 6&9 who would you date?

omg both such bf material ... i can't CHOOse sorry 😔

6. between 9&10 who would you do a collaboration with?

aaa i have to choose hoshi let me get on one of those tiger tracks lmao

7. between 4&8 who is the better dancer?

ooo they're both really good and i love their dance styles ! i would say they're pretty similar??

8. between 3&5 who would you most likely marry?

i thinkkk im gonna go with jaehyun bc i don't think i would vibe with wonwoo's introvertness all the time lol - a great loss tho 😔

9. between 2&3 who has the better smile?

jaehyun has one of the best smiles and i think we all know it

10. Between 6&8 who would you vacation with?

after having seen many a bon voyage / bts in the soop i can say with confidence i also wanna vacation with jk lolol

tagging @mvement @rosycrovvn if u guys are up for a fun game hehe <3

#ults

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kingofbodyrolls · 2 months

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My Heart's Home (m) | pjm | eighteen

🐴Chapter summary: Jungkook and your sister gets married and you can’t wait to marry the love of your life too.

🐴Chapter title: By My Side

🐴Characters: female reader (isn’t mentioned by name and no “y/n”), Jimin, Jungkook, Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Seokjin, Taehyung and four female original characters.

🐴Genre/AU: ranch!au, slice of life!au, soulmate!au, cowboy!au + smut, humor, fluff, romance, slow burn and angst

🐴Rating: mature/explicit/R18 – this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact!

🐴Chapter warnings: so much love, so much fluff, so many kisses, it’s wedding season yay, explicit description of sex; oral (female and male receiving), marking/biting (I swear they are not animals lol), dirty/sweet talk, multiple orgasms, spanking, nipple play, rough(er) sex, slight exhibitionism, caught in the act 👀

🐴Status: completed 🥳

🐴Word count: 14.7k

🐴Taglist: @kookswifesblog, @kiki-zb, @babejinnie, @ownthesunshine, @allie-is-a-panda, @glllhjh, @bergandysam, @13-manggaetteok, @jeonsbabygirlsworld, @antisocial-mochi267,

*tumblr isn’t letting me tag you! There could be a lot of reasons for that, check out this lovely post about it.

🐴Now playing 💿 “By My Side” by Rebecca Lavelle. [Wanna listen to the serie’s playlist?]

🐴Author’s note: how are you all doing? We’re almost at the end of the road and I just wanted to say how thankful I am for each and everyone of you guys 😭💖 Especially to all of you that leave me nice, sweet, sad or yelling comments— truly you mean so much to me!! I’m sorry that some of you have dropped off, or stopped commenting, but, ah, it’s okay, even though it makes me wonder if you don’t like it anymore (which is also fine). I get too much into my head, lol. But I just wanted to say that I’m really grateful! Chapter 19 is the last ‘official’ chapter, as chapter 20 is the epilogue (with the Q&A I really hope that you’ll participate in /comment or ask/ otherwise it’s fine, I’ve already got a few questions lined up!). Thank you for joining me on this wild ride 💖 The song that Jimin is playing on the piano is “Love Somebody” by Lukas Graham.

You can send in your questions for the characters or me here → Ask away 💜*

*for people on AO3 you can also participate if you want to, just leave a comment (guest/anon or not), and I’ll reply to that and I’ll add your question in the Epilogue💜

It’s been cross posted to AO3 if you prefer to read there. Wanna see the book cover?

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“Gonna throw my arms around you And hold you tight Gonna throw my arms around you We’re gonna dance all night” - ‘By My Side’ by Rebecca Lavelle

Everything is just going wrong.

The relentless heat pulls down on you like a vengeful sun god, threatening to sap every ounce of strength from your weary body until you collapse, a mere casualty of its unyielding fury.

As the high summer sun reigns supreme once more, you find yourself marveling at the passage of time, unable to comprehend that you’ve already spent two entire years in this place you call home.

Amidst the chaos of the ranch, the sheep have staged a daring escape from their paddock, their wooly forms darting erratically across the landscape. With determination etched on your faces, you, Jimin, Soo-ah, and Ara scramble to corral them, matching their frantic energy step for step, while Yoongi works tirelessly to mend the broken fence.

The urgency of your sister’s impending wedding hangs in the air, but the chaos of the ranch seems determined to steal the spotlight. Despite the pressing need to assist her in her preparations, you find yourself ensnared in the unpredictable drama unfolding outside. With a mixture of amusement and concern, you watch as your sister, clad in her elegant wedding gown, bravely joins the fray, chasing after a wayward sheep. The sight is both comical and endearing, though you can’t help but worry that her gown may carry the brunt of the day’s unexpected escapades, threatening to pollute the perfection of her special day.

“Jessi, get back inside and finish getting ready!” You shout over the clamor of bleating sheep, your voice laced with urgency as you dart between the animals, determined to block their escape routes and guide them back to safety.

She grumbles, her frustration palpable in the sweltering air. “No, everything’s a mess. I can’t in good conscience sit and wait for everyone to fix all of this,” she insists, gesturing emphatically to the banners and decorations hanging around the property, clinging on for dear life as if fighting against the relentless heat themselves.

“The cake hasn’t even arrived yet,” she starts, frustration evident in her voice, “and the food is still nowhere to be seen. The caterers are running late too, of course.”

With sheer determination, she seizes a sheep and drags it through the chaos of the yard, guiding it back into the pen with a triumphant grunt.

“Some of our friends are stuck in sudden traffic, on roads that are normally as deserted as ghost towns,” she hisses through clenched teeth while securing the gate, “it’s like everything is spiraling into a fucking disaster!”

“Look, I understand, but it would be a huge help if you could just head back inside, get ready, and make sure nothing happens to that dress,” you plead with your sister, feeling the weight of the chaotic situation. Behind you, Jimin appears, a silent but supportive presence.

“We’ll handle the sheep,” he reassures your sister with a warm smile, gently nudging her towards the house, but she remains adamant, refusing to heed reason.

“No,” she insists, determination blazing in her eyes as she rushes to corral another sheep, “We sort out these sheep first, then I’ll finish getting ready.”

You watch her dart around in slippers, makeup half-done, and hair neatly pinned, a whirlwind of determination amidst the chaos. It’s a surreal scene, part comedy, part calamity, and wholly ridiculous, you can’t help but think to yourself.

Jimin rolls his eyes in amused exasperation, and you both stand there, transfixed, watching your stubborn sister darting about like a whirlwind. It’s a spectacle of determination amidst the chaos, and you can’t help but be amazed by her tenacity.

“Should we do something to stop her, before she ruins her dress?” Jimin whispers, his concern evident in the furrow of his brows and the earnestness in his voice, as you both contemplate whether to intervene or let her stubborn determination play out.

“I don’t think we can do anything and I doubt either Jungkook or Jessi are too concerned about the dress at this point,” you chuckle, reminiscing about your sister's quip during her dress fittings, when she joked about Jungkook’s eagerness to tear it off. “But hey, at least it’ll make for a memorable story,” you add with a grin, watching as Jessi continues her frantic chase around the yard.

“Come on, let’s lend a hand and wrangle these wooly escape artists,” you suggest, a hint of determination in your voice. “We’re cutting it close to the ceremony, and I’d rather not be chasing sheep in a fancy dress any longer than necessary.” With a quick glance at Jimin, you dash off in pursuit of a particularly elusive sheep, the hem of your purple satin dress swishing around your ankles as you go.

With Jimin and Soo-ah at your heels, you plunge into the chaos of scampering sheep. Together, you dart and dive amidst the wooly fugitives, your hearts pounding in sync with the rhythm of the chase. With practiced precision, you snatch up stray sheep, your movements a blur of determination and adrenaline. Each successful capture is a victory, a step closer to restoring order to the ranch and salvaging the wedding day.

As you catch your breath, you scan the scene before you, noting your sister’s approach. Her once pristine dress is now adorned with streaks of dirt, a testament to her relentless pursuit of wayward sheep. Despite the disarray, her determined stride speaks volumes—this is a woman on a mission, unwilling to let even the chaos of runaway livestock derail her wedding day.

“You look like you’ve been wrestling with the sheep,” you tease, gesturing to the dirt stains on her dress, but she just shrugs it off with a determined grin.

“Are we done with the sheep now?” She asks, a wide grin on her face, a stark contrast to the chaos around you.

“I believe so,” you breathe out, your legs trembling slightly. You can’t help but note how out of shape you are.

“Alright. I’ll head back in and let Ha-rin work her magic on me,” she smiles at you before disappearing into the house.

Soo-ah and Ara comes bounding after her, declaring, “We need to get ready too!”

Both you and Jimin share a laugh at her eagerness, your hands finding each other naturally amidst the chaos.

“You look absolutely dashing in that suit,” you murmur, your fingers gently tracing the lines of his collar before drawing him closer for a tender kiss.

As you catch your breath, Jimin’s hand finds its place on your hips, a gentle reassurance amidst the chaos. “You look absolutely stunning in that satin dress,” he murmurs, his eyes alight with admiration as he drinks in your beauty.

His gaze intensifies, tracing the contours of your form with an unspoken hunger. In a moment of raw desire, he leans in for another kiss, his lips seeking the warmth of yours with a passion that ignites the air around you.

“Ahem,” as Yoongi clears his throat behind you, his interruption breaks the intimate moment with Jimin, drawing your attention away from his embrace. With a blush rising to your cheeks, you pivot to meet Yoongi’s gaze, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement at being caught in such a tender exchange.

Yoongi’s furrowed brow accentuates his concern as he addresses the emerging problem, “I’ve finished fixing the fence, but should we let Jessi know about the horses breaking out?”

Your sudden pivot towards Yoongi, eyes wide with concern, mirrors the rush of hopelessness engulfing you. “Shit, they have?” You blurt out, your voice tinged with urgency.

Jimin’s expression mirrors your own mix of surprise and weariness. “Definitely don’t tell her that,” he agrees, his voice tinged with a hint of dread.

With a frustrated grumble, you snatch the hair elastic from your locks, securing the hem of your dress around the thickest parts of your thighs. Thankfully, you’re in boots, not the heels meant for the wedding. “We have to round them up too,” you sigh, starting towards the stables and the adjacent paddock.

As you, your boyfriend, and Yoongi approach the paddock, it becomes evident that the fences remain intact; rather, it seems someone neglected to secure the gate.

You release a frustrated sigh. “Such a silly mistake. It’s probably one of the city guests,” you grumble, eyeing the horses as they gallop around the yard in front of the stables.

“At least they’re just out here,” Yoongi says, his voice tinged with a touch of defeat, “so we don’t have to saddle up a horse to get them.”

“Let’s get to work then,” Jimin says, his determination cutting through the weariness as he strides towards Marshmallow, while you head over to Mikrokosmos. Yoongi takes charge of Cinnamon and the other horses, a sense of urgency in his movements.

The three of you work in unison, coaxing and guiding the remaining horses back into their stalls. With each successful capture, you can’t help but feel the weight of the day pressing down on you. If it were your wedding day, you’d likely be a wreck with all these mishaps, but your sister’s calm demeanor is a stark contrast. She’s handling it with remarkable ease, almost too casual given the circumstances.

“Alright, now that we’ve sorted out the horse situation, let’s head down to the terrace and ensure everything’s set up perfectly before we check on Jessi,” Jimin suggests, a warm smile gracing his lips as he takes your hand, leading the way to the terrace.

As Yoongi trails closely behind, you descend to the terrace, greeted by a scene far from the envisioned perfection. String lights hang precariously, as if ready to tumble, the floral archway stands incomplete, and the chairs remain stacked, untouched.

“Who the fuck thought this half-assed setup was acceptable?” You exclaim, gesturing to the haphazard scene that falls far short of wedding readiness.

“We better get it sorted, and quick,” Yoongi declares, already diving into action to rectify the situation. He swiftly begins readjusting the string lights, wrapping them securely around the wooden poles on the terrace.

You stride purposefully towards the archway, the symbolic heart of your sister’s impending union with Jungkook. Your hands reach for the scattered roses, their rich red hue a testament to passion and enduring love. Though not Jessi’s favorite, she chose them for their timeless significance in romance. With meticulous care, you intertwine the roses through the wire of the archway, each blooming a promise of the love that will be declared beneath its embrace.

As you weave the roses through the archway, your thoughts drift to the upcoming wedding ceremony. It’s endearing that Jessi and Jungkook chose this picturesque terrace for their special day. With a wistful smile, you envision your own future nuptials with Jimin, the love of your life. Your gaze falls to your hand, where the glimmering purple gemstone of your ring catches the sunlight, casting a kaleidoscope of colors. You wonder, will your wedding day unfold flawlessly, bathed in perfection, or will it, like today, be a delicate balance of chaos and charm?

Jimin meticulously arranges the chairs in front of the archway, and you find yourself stealing glances at him, unable to resist the magnetic pull of his presence. The mere thought of marrying him sends a flurry of butterflies dancing in your stomach, anticipation and love intertwining in a beautiful symphony.

As Yoongi finishes with the string lights, he joins you at the archway, carefully weaving more lights into its frame. The vision of the terrace illuminated in the soft glow of the lights fills your mind with anticipation, imagining how enchanting it will look as night falls.

“Should I add some light to the piano too?” Yoongi’s voice breaks through the bustling scene, his eyes flickering between you and Jimin. Jimin responds with a nod, a smile gracing his lips, affirming the idea with silent approval.

“That’s a brilliant idea,” you remark, a glint of excitement dancing in your eyes. You adore the thought of Jimin serenading the wedding guests with his piano. His decision to bring it here fills you with anticipation, especially knowing he’ll grace the event with his melodious voice. Each note he plays and every lyric he sings has a magical way of captivating your soul, tugging at the strings of your heart with its angelic resonance.

Just the thought is already setting your heart aflutter, anticipating the magic it will bring to the celebration.

As the thorn pricks your finger, a sharp curse escapes your lips, its sting piercing through the bustling preparations. Glancing down, you find a tiny droplet of blood welling up at the tip of your thumb. Grimacing at the inconvenience, you apply pressure to staunch the flow, though it continues to seep through. Jimin’s concerned voice breaks through the chaos, drawing his attention to your injury. “Did you cut yourself?” He inquires, his eyes scanning your hand with worry.

“Yeah, these damn roses,” frustration drips from your words as you lament the troublesome roses, a hint of exasperation coloring your tone. Jimin’s gentle touch on your hand soothes the irritation, his concern palpable as he inspects the injury. With a relieved sigh, you notice the bleeding has ceased, a silent testament to his comforting presence. “I don’t think I want roses at our wedding,” you quip, a wry smile tugging at your lips amidst the chaos.

“I want anything you want,” he murmurs, his voice a soft reassurance amidst the chaos, “if you don’t want roses, we’ll find some other flowers.” His words carry a promise, a vow to prioritize your desires above all else, igniting a warmth in your heart that transcends the fleeting mishaps of the day.

You smile at your fiancé, a surge of affection welling up within you, and you lean in to seal the moment with a tender kiss, a silent promise of love and unity amidst the whirlwind of preparations.

“Looks like everything’s finally falling into place,” Yoongi remarks with a satisfied grin, stepping back to admire the twinkling string lights, casting a warm glow over the terrace.

You all pause to soak in the scene before you; the chairs adorned with soft white fabric, carefully tied with dashes of vibrant red, adding a touch of elegance. The archway bursts with the crimson hue of roses, their lush green leaves accentuating their beauty. Everywhere, string lights dance in the gentle breeze, casting a warm glow, even delicately draped around the microphone stationed before the piano, completing the enchanting ambiance.

“I think we’re done too. Great work, everyone!” You beam with pride, clapping for Yoongi and Jimin, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over you. With the decorations sorted, your attention shifts to the remaining tasks: ensuring the food, cake, and guests are all in order, and most importantly, attending to your sister’s needs on her special day.

“Could one of you give Jungkook a quick check-in? I’ll go see how Jessi’s doing,” you suggest, a warm smile gracing your lips as you loosen the hair tie around your dress, allowing it to cascade back into its original position.

“Alright, I’ll catch up with my brother,” Jimin volunteers, planting a tender kiss on your lips before you make your way into the house.

As you step into your sister’s room, Ha-rin is meticulously tending to her, perfecting both her hair and makeup. The sight that meets your eyes takes your breath away: your sister’s hair is elegantly styled, cascading in a charming bob adorned with delicate flowers, while her makeup adds a subtle glow, accentuating her natural beauty with finesse.

“You look absolutely stunning,” you whisper, your voice quivering with emotion. You fight back tears, determined not to smudge your own makeup. Save it for later, you remind yourself, knowing there will be countless moments ahead to let your emotions flow.

“Thank you,” she replies with a smile, but there's a hint of unease in her eyes, a flicker of something unspoken.

“What’s wrong?” You inquire, a mix of curiosity and concern lacing your words.

“Well,” she begins, her voice tinged with disappointment, “the caterer called. They can’t make it. There’s some kind of accident on the road, making it impossible for them to get here.” Your eyes widen, and your heart sinks to the floor at the news.

“Which also means that some of the guests are stuck in said traffic,” she adds, her voice deflated, mirroring your own sinking feeling.

“Oh no,” you murmur, sinking onto the edge of her bed, the weight of the unexpected news heavy on your shoulders.

“I can whip up some quick food for everybody,” Ha-rin offers, her nimble fingers deftly placing more flower pins in your sister’s hair, her voice a beacon of hope amidst the uncertainty.

“Really?” Jessi’s eyes widen with a mix of surprise and gratitude. “If it’s not too much trouble for you, you are also a guest, you know. You’re not supposed to be working.”

“Yes, it’s fine. You know I love to cook, and I’ll call Seokjin and ask if he can come now and help,” she says, her smile radiating reassurance, a beacon of calm amid the chaos.

“What about the guests that can’t get here in time?” you inquire, a small smile playing on your lips, though worry lingers beneath the surface.

“That’s just too bad for them. We are sticking to the schedule. I think the most important people are here anyway,” she declares with a soft smile gracing her lips. You catch the glint in her eyes, brimming with excitement as she eagerly anticipates marrying the love of her life.

“Eh, what about the cake?” You interject, a sudden realization dawning on you as you recall the neglected task.

“It’s on its way, but also stuck in traffic,” your sister replies with a smile, her words laced with optimism. “It’s okay. Today will still be the best day of my life, even if some things are missing. Those little hiccups won’t dim the magic of this moment.”

You smile, grateful for her resilient outlook on things.

Ha-rin’s already on the phone with Seokjin, and he’s assured them he and Namjoon are on their way, ready to lend a hand in the kitchen. Ha-rin’s already bustling downstairs, preparing to whip up something quick.

Feeling the tension lift, you place a reassuring hand on your sister’s shoulder as she sits before her vanity. Meeting her gaze in the mirror, you ask, “Are you ready?”

Her reflection grins back, “Yeah, I’m ready.”

“I wish mom was here, or my dad,” her words carry a weight of longing as she smiles, a melancholy veil over her features. You nod in silent understanding. The absence of loved ones, especially on such a significant day, leaves an unmistakable void. It’s a sentiment you’ve grappled with too, ever since Jimin proposed. The thought lingers – the absence of your father to walk you down the aisle. Yet, in that moment, you realize something profound: tradition holds less significance when you’re confident in your own capability, as is your sister.

“I’ll head downstairs to check on the guests, alright? It’s nearly time. But don’t worry, I’ll be back to escort you when the moment arrives,” you assure her with a warm smile, offering a comforting squeeze of her hand before swiftly exiting the room.

You rush downstairs, finding Ha-rin already engrossed in her culinary wizardry. Then, darting outside to the terrace, you scan the arrivals. Among them are your dearest friends, recognizable instantly amidst the gathering crowd. Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Taehyung, Soo-ah, Ara, your fiancé, and Seokjin hustle past you, bound for the kitchen. Each one exudes a magnetic charm, their presence lending an air of elegance and anticipation to the gathering.

You make your way to Jimin, curiosity piqued. “Where’s your brother?”

Jimin lets out a nervous chuckle, his hand reaching up to scratch his head. “He’s running a bit late. His truck had a flat tire.”

You groan in exasperation, a blend of frustration and humor evident in your voice. “Oh my god. Nothing is going the way that it’s supposed to today, is it?”

“He’ll be here soon, everything will be fine,” he reassures you, his touch warm and reassuring as he gently lifts your hand for a quick, comforting kiss.

As you scan the gathering, more familiar faces start to trickle in — friends and family you rarely get the chance to see. With a warm smile, you greet each one, exchanging brief but heartfelt words, all the while hoping fervently that the ceremony will indeed begin soon.

As you usher people to their seats in front of the archway, a distant rumble draws your attention. Your heart skips a beat, hoping it’s Jungkook arriving at last. But as the vehicle draws nearer, relief washes over you; it’s the officiator, whom you had completely forgotten about until now. Despite the oversight, you’re grateful for his timely arrival.

The officiator hurries out of his car, a hint of urgency in his steps as he apologizes for being late. You offer a reassuring smile, assuring him that it’s alright, and in fact, the groom has yet to arrive, so his timing couldn’t be better.

With a surge of anxious energy, you fish out your phone from your purse and glance at the time. Jungkook should have arrived by now, and the knot of worry tightens in your stomach. The anticipation builds, your nerves tingling as if it were your own wedding day unraveling before you.

The distant growl of a dirt bike engine reaches your ears, and instinctively, you know it’s Jungkook. The rhythmic scrape of tires against earth crescendos as he maneuvers closer, the anticipation heightening with each passing moment. Finally, he parks beside the terrace, his arrival marking a crucial piece falling into place in the intricate mosaic of the day’s events.

As he removes his helmet, his ebony locks cascade in disarray, adding an untamed allure to his rugged appearance. Clad in a sleek black tux, he exudes an effortless charm that catches your eye. With a casual sweep of his hand through his tousled hair, he strides toward you, a grin illuminating his features like a beacon of warmth amidst the day’s chaos.

With a sheepish grin, Jungkook offers his apologies for his tardiness, his words tumbling out in a rush of explanation. “I’m so sorry for being late. I couldn’t find a spare tire for the truck, so I took the bike. How’s everything going?”

You fill Jungkook in on the current chaos with a reassuring smile, noting the absence of food and cake but the improvised efforts of Ha-rin and Seokjin. As you steady him with a grip on his arm, you notice his restless energy. “Well, most people have arrived, the food and cake is missing, but Ha-rin and Seokjin are whipping something up instead, and Jessi is waiting upstairs for her cue,” you say, your tone calm amidst the flurry. “Are you nervous?”

Jungkook beams back, his excitement palpable. “No, I’m just excited,” he replies, his grin infectious, spreading warmth through his words.

“Great, if you head over to the archway, I’ll go fetch Jessi,” you say, your smile encouraging as you give his hand a reassuring squeeze before heading off to find your sister.

You rush back upstairs to your sister’s bedroom and discover her in tears, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. Concern floods through you as you hasten to her side, enfolding her in a protective embrace. “What’s happened?” You inquire urgently, your voice laced with worry.

Your sister’s current state is unusual, adding to your concern. It’s rare to see her like this, and that’s what’s truly troubling you.

Her breaths come in ragged gasps, as if each one is a battle. “The nerves are getting to me,” she manages between uneven breaths.

You come to a poignant realization in that moment—beneath her resilient exterior lies vulnerability, just like anyone else. Wrapping your arms around her, you offer solace, acknowledging her humanity. “It’s all gonna be okay. Kook’s here, looking so damn handsome,” you assure her, hoping to ease her nerves.

Your reassuring touch rests gently on her shoulders as you offer comforting words. “Despite the chaos earlier, everything’s set. The only thing missing downstairs is you,” you assure her, conveying both readiness and anticipation for the momentous occasion awaiting her.

With a soft sniffle, she delicately dabs at her tears, ensuring her makeup remains flawless, a determined effort not to let her emotions overshadow her beauty.

“I’m ready, let's go,” she declares, her voice steadying with determination, a final sniffle betraying her resolve as she stands up, ready to face the moment head-on.

Despite the smudges of dirt along the hem of her dress, she radiates an undeniable beauty, the gown hugging her form like it was made for her alone.

As her fingers intertwine with yours, a silent bond of sisterly solidarity forms. Descending the staircase together, you halt at the threshold of the terrace, stealing a fleeting moment to convey your unwavering support. “Remember, I love you, and everything will fall into place. It’s your time now. Go out there and claim your happiness.”

With a radiant smile in return, she embraces the moment, and you dash outside to join the assembly, making your way to the archway where Jungkook, Jimin, and the officiator stand. As you position yourself as your sister’s bridesmaid, a swell of emotion overtakes you at the sight of the gathered guests. Tears well in your eyes, understanding the depth of this moment for your sister, realizing the profound emotions that accompany such a significant occasion.

As the doors swing open, all heads turn in unison, anticipation palpable in the air. Your sister emerges, a mix of nerves and joy evident in her demeanor. Yet, as her gaze meets Jungkook’s beaming expression, a radiant smile blooms across her face, erasing any lingering apprehension and filling the space with an undeniable warmth.

She steps forward to join Jungkook, their eyes locking in a tender exchange that speaks volumes of their profound affection. Despite the nerves dancing in their gazes, their smiles radiate pure happiness, a testament to the depth of their bond. Witnessing their intertwined emotions, a blend of excitement and anticipation, fills you with a rush of affectionate fondness for the pair before you.

The officiant’s voice resonates, carrying the weight of solemnity and celebration, as he addresses the gathered assembly. “Welcome, cherished family, beloved friends, and dear ones,” he begins, his words weaving a tapestry of unity and affection. “Today, amidst this gathering of love, we commemorate the union of Jungkook and Jessi. In this moment, we stand witness to their profound commitment and rejoice in the boundless love that binds their hearts together, forging a path illuminated by devotion and shared dreams.”

As the officiant continues, his words become an intimate embrace of the couple’s journey, weaving anecdotes of triumphs and trials into a tapestry of enduring love. Each word seems to resonate with the experiences of Jungkook and Jessi, casting a warm glow of recognition and affirmation upon their union. You find yourself smiling, touched by the authenticity and depth of his words, which echo the resilience and commitment that define their relationship.

A wave of emotion washes over you, tightening your throat with a profound sense of affection. Glancing at your fiancé, you find him equally moved, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears yet radiant with a tender smile. His gaze flits between Jungkook, Jessi, and you, each glance brimming with pride and adoration for the bond being celebrated before you.

A hush falls over the gathered guests, anticipation crackling in the air like static electricity, as they collectively grasp the significance of the moment unfolding before them: the exchange of vows.

With a gentle smile gracing his lips, the officiant beckons Jungkook and Jessi to take each other’s hands and stand face to face. “Now,” he says softly, “Jungkook and Jessi, it's time to share the promises you’ve crafted for each other. Let your hearts speak.”

Jungkook inhales deeply, gathering his emotions before he begins. “I, Jungkook, take you, Jessi, just as you are,” he starts, his voice steady and filled with conviction. “From this day forward, I vow to cherish you, to love you with all my heart. You’ve been my friend since the day I moved next door, and through it all, you’ve been there for me, calling me out on my bullshit and lifting me up when I stumbled. Your kindness and love have shaped me in ways I can’t even begin to express. I promise to make every day with you an adventure, to fill our lives with joy and laughter, and to remain faithful to you as we grow old together. I can’t wait to share all my hopes and dreams with you. This, I solemnly pledge to you.”

Tears blur your vision, and you blink rapidly, trying to regain your composure. A glance at Jimin confirms that you’re not alone in your emotional response; his eyes glisten with unshed tears. Around you, guests grapple with their own emotions, alternating between soft sniffles and heartfelt chuckles.

Jimin, by Jungkook’s side, produces the ring, its glimmering presence a testament to their shared journey. You witness Jessi’s trembling anticipation, her eyes shining with love as Jungkook presents her with the ring, a symbol of their commitment. As the ring slips onto her finger, Jessi’s smile breaks through her tears, her emotions overflowing in a silent testament to their love.

Amidst laughter and tears, Jessi’s voice breaks through in a heartfelt chuckle, echoing the sentiment of everyone present. “How can I follow that?” She manages to say, her words laced with emotion, yet filled with joy.

With a determined resolve, Jessi straightens her posture, her gaze locked onto Jungkook’s, as if he’s the sole focus in the crowd. “I, Jessi, take you, Jungkook, as you are,” she begins, her voice unwavering, “and I promise from this day forward to love you with all my heart, to cherish you forever, even when you're being an idiot.” A ripple of laughter passes through the guests, but Jessi continues undeterred. “When I first met you, I knew we would become the bestest of friends,” she recounts warmly, “and though we have both been blind to our love for each other, we’ve always been there since day one. Our love is a slow one, and I can’t wait to watch it build even stronger over time. I promise to always be there for you, like I always have, and to spend eternity with you.”

Your vision blurs with tears again, rendering everything a watery haze. Yet, through the mist, you witness Jessi slipping the ring onto Jungkook’s finger with a tenderness that speaks volumes. They share a fleeting glance, a silent exchange of vows in their eyes, before the officiant’s voice pierces through the moment once more.

“With your declarations of love echoing through the hearts of all gathered here today, surrounded by the embrace of loved ones, I now, with the authority bestowed upon me, declare you husband and wife. You may seal your union with a kiss,” the officiant proclaims, his words resonating with warmth and joy as he steps back, leaving the newlyweds bathed in the glow of love’s triumph.

As Jungkook and Jessi’s lips meet in a tender embrace, a wave of exuberance sweeps through the crowd, erupting in cheers, applause, and jubilant shouts. Their kiss ignites a symphony of celebration, laughter mingling with the joyous cacophony. With twinkling eyes and contagious smiles, they break apart briefly, their hands raised in a playful display before succumbing once more to the intoxicating magic of their love, sealing their union with another tender kiss.

They gracefully traverse the grassy aisle, and each step resonates with the harmony of their newfound bond. With every footfall, the air is charged with a palpable sense of unity and joy. You intertwine your fingers with Jimin’s, the warmth of his hand a comforting reassurance amidst the whirlwind of emotions. Together, you and the jubilant assembly trail behind the newlyweds, a vibrant procession of love and celebration, each heartbeat echoing the symphony of affection that fills the air.

In a cascade of affection, you envelop both your sister and Jungkook in a tight embrace, the culmination of their love story tangible in this moment of love. Around you, friends and family converge, their outstretched arms forming a tapestry of heartfelt congratulations, woven with laughter, tears, and boundless joy.

Music fills the air, and Ha-rin and Seokjin’s culinary creations adorn the tables, tempting guests to indulge in a symphony of flavors. Conversations hum with warmth and laughter, a mosaic of shared stories and heartfelt connections, as you and Jimin navigate the lively gathering hand in hand, savoring each moment together amidst the festive atmosphere.

The day wanes into twilight, as the sun’s golden embrace yields to the subtle allure of dusk, the terrace transforms beneath the twinkling glow of the string lights. Their radiant beams cast a spell, painting the scene with an ethereal glow that could rival the most picturesque of rom-com settings. It’s as if the very essence of cinematic romance has descended upon this moment, wrapping you in its embrace and etching this day into the annals of timeless love stories.

As the delectable flavors crafted by Ha-rin and Seokjin dance on your taste buds, satiating your hunger, Jimin gracefully makes his way to the piano, his fingers poised to weave magic into the air. Eagerly, you join him, settling onto the bench beside him, anticipation coursing through your veins like an electric current, ready to be swept away by the enchanting melody he’s about to conjure.

As the final strains of music dissolve into the air, Jimin’s fingers hover over the piano keys, poised like a painter about to create a masterpiece. With the gentle caress of his touch, the first note emerges, followed by the sweet cadence of his voice, weaving a spell that ensnares your soul. Mesmerized, you surrender to the enchantment of his performance, each note a whisper of passion, each melody a testament to his mastery. His presence is magnetic, drawing you into a realm where time stands still and only the harmonies of love prevail.

He serenades with a Lukas Graham melody, and Jimin’s voice transcends mere sound, becoming an ethereal cascade of emotion. “When you say, you love the way I make you feel, everything becomes so real,” his words weave a tapestry of raw vulnerability, each syllable a tender embrace. “Don’t be scared, no, don’t be scared, cause you’re all I need,” he implores, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand promises. In that moment, surrounded by the twilight glow and the soft murmur of the evening, his melody becomes an anthem of love, resonating deep within your heart.

You glance around, the scene unfolds like a painting of affectionate vignettes; couples swaying cheek to cheek in perfect synchrony, their souls intertwined in the dance of love. Among them, your sister and Jungkook move with a grace that transcends mere steps, their hearts beating as one, their eyes locked in a silent promise of forever. In the soft glow of the string lights, their love is a radiant beacon, illuminating the night with its undeniable warmth and beauty.

Jimin’s fingers glide with effortless grace over the piano keys, and you find yourself swaying gently to the rhythm of the song next to him, enveloped in a cocoon of love. His voice, like a velvet caress, fills the air with each heartfelt lyric, each note resonating deep within your soul. “All my life,” he sings, his voice carrying the weight of every emotion, “I thought it’d be hard to find the one, ‘till I found you, and I find it bittersweet, ‘cause you gave me something to lose.” In that moment, surrounded by the soft glow of the string lights and the warmth of your loved ones, you realize that this is exactly where you belong—lost in the melody of love, with Jimin by your side.

As those words echo through the melody, they strike a chord deep within you, resonating with the profound love you hold for Jimin. Each syllable encapsulates the essence of your bond, stirring emotions you never knew existed. Tears brim in your eyes, a testament to the overwhelming beauty of the moment, as your heart dances to the rhythm of the keys, synchronizing with the song of your soulmate’s love.

“But when you love someone, you open up your heart. When you love someone, you make room. If you love someone, and you’re not afraid to lose ‘em,” Jimin’s voice caresses each note, weaving a tapestry of emotions, and you find yourself spellbound by his heartfelt rendition. His words resonate deep within your soul, stirring a kaleidoscope of feelings. You can’t help but wonder if he’s serenading you, but in this moment, it doesn’t matter. The beauty of his melody transcends any specific recipient, filling the air with pure, unadulterated love. Your heart swells with an indescribable joy, as if each note is a love letter written just for you.

As the final notes of the song fade into the night, Jimin’s eyes find yours, ablaze with an intensity that leaves you breathless. Without a word, he closes the distance between you, his touch gentle yet electrifying as his lips meet yours in a passionate embrace. In that fleeting moment, it’s as if time itself stands still, the world around you fading into insignificance as you’re enveloped in the warmth of his love. It’s a collision of souls, a cosmic dance orchestrated just for the two of you. As you part, his forehead presses against yours, his eyes searching yours with an unwavering devotion. “I love you,” he whispers, each word a promise etched into the fabric of the universe.

Tears glisten in your eyes as you tenderly place your hands over his, cradling them against your cheeks. “I love you too,” you murmur, the words carrying the weight of a lifetime of shared dreams and unspoken promises.

The music surges to life once more, transforming into an upbeat melody that ignites the crowd with infectious energy, prompting everyone to leap and sway with unbridled joy.

As you sit beside Jimin, enveloped in the vibrant atmosphere, you find solace in the simple act of watching people twirl and sway to the music. With his hand clasped in yours, you observe the dance floor come to life: Soo-ah and Namjoon’s laughter fills the air as they spin in rhythm, while Ara and Taehyung move with effortless grace, lost in the moment.

You glance across the dance floor, and you catch sight of Yoongi and Hoseok swaying in perfect harmony, their laughter echoing amidst the music. Their closeness and whispered words spark a curiosity that draws your attention, and as they slip away toward the stables, a spontaneous laugh escapes your lips.

You lean into Jimin’s embrace, a soft smile gracing your lips as you observe your sister and Jungkook engaged in their playful dance-off. Their competitive spirits shine through as they showcase their moves, each trying to outdo the other in a lighthearted battle for dance floor supremacy. Their energy is infectious, eliciting an affectionate eye roll from you as you revel in the joyous atmosphere of the moment alongside Jimin.

Just as you turn away, a tender moment catches your eye: Ha-rin leans in to kiss Seokjin, their affectionate gesture weaving seamlessly into the vibrant tapestry of the celebration. A warm smile plays on your lips, touched by the sight of their love blossoming amidst the festivities.

You turn towards Jimin, drawn by the magnetic pull of his presence, and nestle into his side, seeking solace in the comfort of his embrace. Your fingers intertwine naturally, a silent affirmation of your connection, as you both linger in the tranquil embrace of your love.

As you bask in the serene moment with Jimin, a voice pierces through the tranquility from behind, jolting you back to the present. “I’m so sorry I’m late, but I’m here with the cake!”

You pivot around to behold a lady cradling the cake in her arms, an emblem of sweet relief amidst the festivities. You hasten to her side, extending a hand to aid her with the burden. “It’s fine. It’s the perfect time,” you reassure her, your words resonating with a sense of gratitude and eagerness.

You delicately position the cake on the table, its presence a timely marvel as the moment for cake-cutting approaches. Its arrival couldn’t have been more opportune, aligning seamlessly with the proceedings.

Jungkook and your sister approach the cake, their smiles radiant like two love-struck souls lost in their own world. With synchronized movements, they cut into the cake, their laughter filling the air as they distribute slices to each guest, their joy contagious and palpable.

The cake is a divine delight, each bite a symphony of flavors dancing on your taste buds. As you indulge in its sweetness, laughter and chatter fill the air, accompanied by clinks of glasses as you toast to love and happiness.

As you sway in Jimin’s arms, the music enveloping you in its rhythm, you catch a glimpse of Yoongi and Hoseok returning to the dance floor. There’s a playful glint in Yoongi’s eyes that you recognize all too well, and it’s contagious. You exchange knowing smiles, a silent acknowledgment of mischief, before returning to the dance with renewed energy.

As the night wanes and the stars twinkle above, casting their celestial glow, you find yourselves reluctant to bid farewell to the festivities. However, the time has come for your sister and Jungkook to embark on their honeymoon adventure.

“Where’s the grand destination?” You inquire, your curiosity piqued by the air of mystery surrounding your sister and Jungkook’s travel plans. Her recent penchant for secrecy has only added to your intrigue, leaving you eager for her revelation.

“I’ll tell you once we’re back from our adventure in two weeks,” she teases, a playful glint in her eye as she envelops you in a warm embrace, leaving you hanging in suspense yet again.

You join the embrace, enveloping Jungkook in a heartfelt hug, your words tinged with genuine warmth as you wish them an unforgettable honeymoon filled with love and laughter.

Returning home without your sister feels unsettling. The once lively corridors now echo with emptiness, leaving you with an unexpected sense of loneliness that you struggle to shake off. It’s a feeling you find discomforting, one that drives you back to Jimin’s comforting embrace. His home has evolved into your sanctuary, a place where warmth and familiarity envelop you like a cozy blanket— a home. In quiet conversations with Jimin, you’ve explored the idea of making a home together after marriage, and the anticipation thrills you to your core. The thought of sharing your life with him under one roof fills you with an eager longing that grows with each passing day.

You’ve made a pact to hold off until your sister and Jungkook return from their honeymoon, a decision born out of respect for their special time together. It’s a waiting game, albeit a challenging one, as each day stretches out like a tantalizing promise of what’s to come. In the meantime, you find solace in the anticipation, savoring the moments spent with Jimin while eagerly counting down the days until you can officially start your life together.

In the tranquil embrace of his ranch, each morning unfolds like a cherished ritual shared with your beloved fiancé. As the sun paints the horizon with hues of amber and gold, you find yourself enveloped in his arms, where every embrace whispers promises of forever. Here, amidst the rustle of the breeze and the gentle melody of nature, you discover a sense of belonging that transcends mere walls and roofs— it’s a sanctuary where your heart finds its true home.

As the day unfolds, you immerse yourself in the untamed beauty of the ranch, working alongside Yoongi and Hoseok to master the art of taming wild horses. Amidst the spirited dance between human and horse, Taehyung often joins, his curiosity piqued by the mesmerizing spectacle before him.

Amidst the flurry of ranch chores and horse training sessions, you’ve carved out precious moments to steal away with Jimin. Today, you’re escaping into the embrace of nature together, saddling up for a romantic horseback ride—a date brimming with the promise of adventure and love.

You and Jimin emerge from the stables, the weight of the world left behind as you venture into the boundless expanse of the countryside. Direction matters little when you’re with Jimin, your heart’s compass guiding you both through fields of golden grass and beneath a sky ablaze with the hues of twilight.

You soar over the rolling hills, weaving through dense forests, embraced by the remaining warmth of the sun and the playful caress of the wind through your hair. In this exhilarating moment, your heart sings with joy, knowing that you share this breathtaking experience with Jimin by your side, his laughter mingling with the melody of nature.

“Should we take a break?” You propose, feeling the thrill of the ride tingling in your veins after half an hour of journeying. The landscape around you is alive with the pulse of nature, a vibrant painting stretching as far as the eye can see. Though the ranch isn’t too distant, the distance you’ve covered has infused the air with an electrifying sense of adventure.

You both dismount your horses, the soft rustle of grass underfoot as you settle on the grassy ground. Nearby, your horses graze contentedly, a peaceful symphony of munching filling the air as you recline beside each other, basking in the tranquil moment together.

Jimin settles in behind you, enveloping you in his protective embrace, his warmth seeping into your skin. With a tender gesture, he rests his head on your shoulder, his breath soft against your neck as he whispers, “What’s on your mind?”

You lean into his touch, finding solace in the rhythmic pulse of his heartbeat against your back, a steady reassurance in the chaos of your thoughts. “Lately, I’ve been grappling with something,” you admit, the weight of your words heavy on your tongue. But this sentiment has lingered for a while, and you’ve mulled it over countless times. “I don’t feel like home feels like home anymore. I really want to move in with you because your space, your presence, it feels like home— where I belong, you know?”

Jimin nods in understanding, his warm breath tickling your skin as he speaks. “Yeah, I remember you mentioning that, love.”

“Do you think Jungkook will move in with Jessi then? Not that I don’t want to live here with your brothers,” you rush to add, ensuring you don’t overstep. You love his brothers, and you don’t really want them to leave either. But you also know your sister and Jungkook. It would be hell to live in the same house as them. You can still vividly recall that week at your place where you didn’t get any sleep because of all the sounds they were making.

Jimin chuckles softly, his warm breath tickling your ear, “I don’t know actually. But I think we can talk to them when they get back. We’re all grown people, I think they would understand that we want to live together, and I think they want that for themselves too. We just have to figure out the logistics.” His voice is reassuring, carrying a hint of excitement for the future.

You laugh softly, the sound blending with the rustle of the breeze, realizing the truth in his words. With a playful nudge, you lean further into his comforting embrace, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek, a silent promise of solidarity and affection.

“I love you more than words can express, Jimin,” you whisper, your voice barely audible over the soft rustle of the leaves. As his warm breath caresses your neck, you feel a surge of emotion, a wave of affection that envelops you like a gentle breeze, leaving you breathless and longing for more.

“I love you too,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your neck in a tender kiss that sends a shiver down your spine. In that moment, you feel as if the world around you fades away, leaving only the warmth of his embrace and the flutter of butterflies in your stomach, reminding you of the depth of your affection for him.

“Something else has been on my mind too,” you begin, your voice trembling with lust as he peppers kisses along your neck. Each touch ignites a spark within you, urging you to share your thoughts with him, knowing that in his embrace, you’ll find comfort and understanding.

As his lips and tongue dance across your neck, eliciting soft gasps from your lips, you feel a surge of desire mingled with the need to express yourself. He doesn’t utter a word, but his gentle encouragement in the form of subtle sounds spurs you on, urging you to share your thoughts amidst the sensual distraction of his touch.

Amidst the tantalizing sensation of his kisses, you muster a chuckle, the playful warmth of the moment infusing your words with a light-hearted tone. “I’ve been thinking about breeding,” you confess, the words punctuated by a giggle as the ticklish sensation creeps in.

“That is one sexy way to open up for the baby talk,” he laughs, his tone playful yet tinged with a hint of desire, punctuated by a teasing nip at your neck.

“I’m not talking about us, you silly goof,” you chuckle, playfully rolling your eyes as you struggle to keep your thoughts on track.

“I’m talking about Mikrokosmos,” you clarify, your voice steadier now, with a touch of affection.

Jimin pulls back slightly, attempting to meet your gaze, though it’s a bit challenging at this angle. “Wait, are you serious?” He asks, a mix of surprise and curiosity in his tone.

“Yeah, she’s so pretty. I think she’ll have some beautiful foals, don’t you think?” You ask, a spark of excitement dancing in your eyes.

“Yeah, that’s actually a good idea. Do you want to train the foals yourself then?” He asks, resting his head back on your shoulder, his voice tinged with curiosity and anticipation.

“Yeah. I think it’ll be fun. Do you want to help me?” You ask, your voice filled with excitement and a hint of playfulness, your smile evident in your tone even if he can’t see it.

“Of course, love. I’d do anything for you,” he murmurs, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as he leans in to kiss your neck again, his devotion evident in every touch.

“Thank you,” you express with a heartfelt squeeze as you hug him, your gratitude washing over you. Rising from the grass, you extend your hand to him, pulling him up with a gentle tug, ready to embark on whatever adventures lie ahead, hand in hand.

As you ride back home together, the anticipation of a warm meal awaiting you adds to the comfort of returning. Upon arrival, the aroma of leftovers tantalizes your senses, drawing you into the kitchen where Taehyung is already at work. His cheerful presence fills the room, a welcome sight in the otherwise empty house. With the others engrossed in their respective tasks, it’s just the three of you, creating a cozy atmosphere that wraps around you like a familiar embrace.

“Sorry, I was hungry,” Taehyung offers with a sheepish grin, his eyes bright with mischief as he waits for the microwave to do its magic.

“No worries, Taehyung. We’ve all been there,” Jimin reassures him with a gentle pat on the shoulder. You can’t help but beam at the sight. Lately, their bond has been strengthening, and it warms your heart to see Taehyung integrating into the family he never knew he had, his kindness shining through every interaction.

Jimin swiftly plates some food for both you and himself, and just as Taehyung’s microwave timer dings, Jimin prioritizes serving your meal first, his actions speaking volumes about his thoughtfulness and care.

As the aroma of the freshly heated food fills the air, the three of you gather around the cozy kitchen table, ready to savor the meal together.

“Any idea when Jessi and Jungkook will be back?” Taehyung inquires, taking a sip of his water, his curiosity palpable in the air.

“They should be back in about a week,” you respond, a gentle smile gracing your lips as you anticipate their return.

“That’s awesome. I didn’t really get a chance to hang out with him much before they left for the honeymoon. I’m really looking forward to getting to know him better,” he adds, his face lighting up with a wide, eager grin.

“You’ll have plenty of opportunities,” Jimin reassures him, his smile warm and encouraging.

Taehyung turns to you with sudden curiosity. “Do you know if Ara has a boyfriend?”

You burst into laughter, nearly spilling your food—a tragedy, considering Jimin’s delicious cooking. “She’s single. I noticed you two dancing at the wedding. Do you like her?”

His smile brightens, infectiously so, prompting a grin from you and even Jimin. Taehyung nods, a subtle blush tinging his cheeks. “Yeah, she’s cute.”

“You should ask her out on a date, I think she likes you too,” you encourage with a smile, offering a supportive thumbs-up.

The laughter of both you and Jimin resonates through the living room in the early night, your bodies intertwined as you lounge on the couch, the TV playing in the background. However, your attention isn't on the screen; instead, you’ve lowered the volume, delving into a meaningful conversation.

“Love, we’ve made love in just about every corner of this place,” Jimin teases, his laughter light and playful, his hand warm on your thigh. His smile, with those endearing crooked teeth, ignites a rush of excitement within you, your heart quickening its pace, while butterflies flutter fiercely in your stomach.

“No, I don’t think we have,” you reply, shaking your head, mischief twinkling in your eyes as you mentally scan every surface you’ve ever had sex on.

“We’ve done it on the kitchen table, in the tub, under the shower, on the bed, even in the stables, and don't forget the truck and outside,” he rattles off, a devilish grin playing on his lips as he recalls each rendezvous. His gaze smolders with desire as he tightens his grip on your thigh, drawing you closer until your breaths mingle, noses touching in an electric exchange of heat.

He leans into you, his warm breath grazing your ear, sending shivers down your spine as he whispers, “Am I forgetting something?” His voice is laden with a playful tease, his lips tantalizingly close to yours, igniting a fiery anticipation between you.

Your breath hitches, and you feel the shiver travel from your spine down to your core. “I don’t think so,” you manage to whisper, the arousal pulsing through every fiber of your being.

Your hands rest on his chest as you inch yourself closer, almost straddling his lap. “But we haven’t done it on the couch yet,” you murmur, feeling the heat between you rising with each word, the anticipation electrifying the air.

“Are you sure? It seems weird that we haven’t done it here yet,” he muses, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

He presses you down into the plush of the couch, his weight against you, his eyes shimmering with a mixture of love and lust, a smile playing on his lips like a love-struck fool. “Let’s add it to the list then,” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire, sending a thrill coursing through you.

He presses his hips against yours, igniting a surge of desire as you release a needy moan. Your hands find their way to his ribs, fingers curling in lust, while he leans in to kiss you fervently, starting at your lips before trailing down to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a deliciously tantalizing manner, gently biting it.

He groans softly, his lips and tongue creating a work of art on your neck, leaving you breathless and yearning for more of his electrifying touch.

“Oh, Jimin... I’m already so wet,” you moan, the intensity of his movements against your pussy sending waves of pleasure through you.

“Really?” He murmurs huskily in your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. “I’ve barely even touched you, love,” he adds, his voice dripping with desire and a hint of something dangerous that leaves you eager for more.

His erection is evident against you, firm and eager, as you trace the outline of his dick through his jeans. “I want to feel you,” you breathe out, your voice laced with urgency and desire.

His movements send shivers down your spine, igniting every nerve ending as he presses cock against you with fervor. “I wanna touch you too,” he whispers, his breath hitching with anticipation.

With tender hands, he skillfully undoes the button of your jeans, sliding them off your legs with a gentle tug. As your shirt slips away, revealing the curves he knows so well, his gaze lingers on your form clad in your lacy underwear, a mixture of desire and adoration shining in his eyes. “You’re stunning,” he murmurs, his voice a soft caress against your skin.

With a shy smile at his praise, you shift closer, eager to explore every inch of him. As his shirt joins yours on the floor, you're met with the sight of his sculpted physique, each muscle defined by hard work and dedication. His skin, bathed in a golden glow, invites your touch, and as your fingertips trace the lines of his abs, a soft chuckle escapes his lips, a melody that makes your heart flutter.

With a sense of urgency, your fingers deftly work at his pants, swiftly undoing them before pushing him back onto the couch. As you remove his trousers, he’s left clad only in his black boxers, a sight that ignites a primal desire within you. His form, outlined by the fabric, is a tantalizing tease, and you can’t resist the urge to trace the contours of his dick. The sound of his pleasure as you touch him sends a jolt of electricity through you, fueling your own growing need.

“I wanna taste you,” you murmur, your voice laced with desire as you tantalizingly hover over him.

“I wanna taste you too, love,” he responds, a smile playing on his lips as he eagerly joins in, slipping his fingers into his boxers. With your help, they slide down, revealing his cock, standing proudly before you. It’s tall and girthy, the veins almost look like they might be popping out of his skin. The head looks a bit red and you salivate watching how it twitches.

The sight of him, so raw and eager, ignites a fire within you. You just want to ravish him or for him to ravish you.

You pause to savor the sight of him, every line and curve, every mark and scar telling a story of his strength and resilience. His form is nothing short of captivating, each imperfection only adding to his allure. You find yourself biting down on your lip, a mix of desire and adoration coursing through you.

You release the clasp of your bra, letting it cascade to the floor, joining the pile of discarded garments. Cupping your breasts with your hands, you bring them together, feeling their weight and softness against your palms. The hunger in Jimin's eyes intensifies, his gaze smoldering with desire as he emits a guttural groan, his longing palpable in the air.

You pinch your nipples as you moan, “Touch me Jimin.”

He doesn’t need a second invitation, his urgency palpable as he rises swiftly, his hands assertive as they press you down, swiftly removing your panties with an almost primal force, the fabric of the lace yielding to his determination. As his lips claim yours in a fervent kiss, his journey of passion descends, tracing a path from your mouth to the curve of your neck, lingering at each delicate contour, before cascading further, worshiping the expanse of your collarbones, and finally descending to the tender terrain of your chest.

His touch envelops your curves, a symphony of desire as his hand caresses your breasts, each kiss a testament to his adoration. “These tits,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin, “are so fucking beautiful.” His words, like velvet, echo with reverence, igniting a flame of passion that dances between you.

You can feel his dick on your wet pussy, and God, every fiber of your body yearns for him to just plunge into you like this.

He moves up from your chest, his eyes lock onto yours, ablaze with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine, “Should we do each other at the same time?”

A surge of excitement pulses through you as you bite your lip, meeting his gaze with a mixture of anticipation and desire. Without hesitation, Jimin reclines, his eyes dark with longing. “Sit on my face, love,” he murmurs, his voice thick with need.

A shiver courses through you at his command, a soft moan escaping your lips as you position yourself above him with your head facing towards his dick, your breath hitching with anticipation. With trembling anticipation, you lower yourself onto his face, the electric sensation of his tongue against your most sensitive areas sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. As he expertly explores every curve and crevice, igniting a fire within you, you can’t help but lose yourself in the intoxicating rhythm of his touch.

With a feverish urgency, your fingers wrap around his dick, eliciting a primal growl from deep within his chest as he bucks against your touch, his desire palpable in the air. Every stroke sends shivers down his spine, his breath growing ragged as you stoke the flames of his arousal, your movements synchronized with the rhythm of his tongue against your pussy.

You lower your head with a hungry eagerness, your tongue tracing a tantalizing path along his cock, teasing him. The tangy sweetness of his precum dances across your taste buds, igniting a fiery hunger within you as you savor the familiar flavor that never fails to drive you wild with longing.

Why does he always taste so good?

You stroke him slowly, relishing the way his cock pulses eagerly in your hands, aching to be engulfed by your warm, wet mouth. You’re acutely aware of the hunger in his gaze, even though you can’t see his eyes. You’re sure he longs to feel your mouth around his dick, just like you can’t wait for him to fill it up.

It’s almost impossible to concentrate on anything other than the electrifying sensation of Jimin’s skilled tongue exploring every inch of your aching pussy, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. Each flick and swirl of his tongue feels like a symphony of ecstasy, igniting a firestorm of desire that consumes your every thought and leaves you gasping for more. It’s so hard to focus on his dick and you can’t help when you press your pussy more onto his face.

“Fuck, Jimin, I’m gonna come soon,” you gasp, your voice a desperate plea as waves of pleasure threaten to overwhelm your senses. You can feel the heat building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter, ready to explode into ecstasy at any moment. His tongue works its magic with sinful expertise, driving you to the brink of oblivion with each tantalizing stroke.

As the overwhelming pleasure of his tongue’s expertise threatens to consume you entirely, you’re suddenly struck with a fierce need for him in return. Releasing his throbbing length from your grasp, you shift your focus, your hands now finding purchase on his strong thighs. With a hunger that burns as fervently as the desire coursing through your veins, you lower yourself onto him, welcoming his dick into the warmth of your mouth. As you close your lips around him, engulfing him in a dizzying sensation of heat and wetness, his response is immediate—a guttural cry that resonates with raw need and primal desire.

You begin to suck him and with each sultry movement of your lips, you draw him deeper, setting a rhythm that ignites a symphony of pleasure between you. His fervent thrusts match the urgency of your ministrations. Sensing his need, you yield further, allowing him to claim your mouth completely, your jaw slackening to accommodate his cock.

You surrender to the dual sensations coursing through you, each touch a symphony of pleasure orchestrated by desire. As he lavishes attention on your clit with fervent suction, you reciprocate with eager enthusiasm, welcoming him deeper into your mouth with each rhythmic thrust.

Your nails sink into the warmth of his flesh, urging him on with an intensity born of unbridled desire. With each press of your fingertips, you silently convey the urgency pulsating within you, a primal need for more, faster, harder. As his pace quickens in response to your silent plea, you find yourself teetering on the edge of euphoria, close to the brink of release.

Every nerve in your body ignites with a ferocious intensity, each sensation amplified tenfold as the coil of pleasure tightens within you, threatening to engulf your senses. Your toes curl involuntarily, a reflexive response to the overwhelming ecstasy coursing through your veins. But you find yourself torn between the desire to alert Jimin to your impending climax and the overwhelming sensation of his mouth on your clit, sending waves of electric pleasure coursing through your body. As saliva pools in your mouth and tears of pleasure blur your vision, you surrender to the maelstrom of sensations, your grip on his thighs tightening with an urgency born of unbridled desire.

You don’t know how to alert him with his cock stuffed so good inside your mouth, but it’s too late anyway when you feel your pussy clenching hard.

As the waves of pleasure crash over you in a torrential downpour, Jimin’s relentless tongue continues its sensual assault, sending shockwaves of ecstasy rippling through every fiber of your being. Your body convulses uncontrollably above him, each movement a testament to the overwhelming intensity of your release. With ragged breaths escaping through your nose, you vocalize your euphoria around his dick, your moans merging with the rhythmic thrusts of his hips as he continues to drive deeper into your quivering form.

Your body trembles with the lingering aftershocks of pleasure as Jimin’s tantalizing lips and sinful tongue work their magic, leaving you teetering on the edge of sanity. Just when you think you can’t take any more, a sharp spank ignites a jolt of electricity through your senses, urging you to lift your ass from his mesmerizing grasp.

With a soft pop, you relinquish his dick from your mouth, only to eagerly turn around on the couch, pulling him into a passionate kiss that sets your soul ablaze.

With a husky breath, he pulls back, his eyes smoldering with a primal hunger that sends a bolt of anticipation coursing through your veins. “God, I can’t wait to be inside you,” he growls, his voice dripping with raw desire.

“On all fours, ass up.”

His commanding tone sparks a delicious thrill, igniting a cascade of sensations that leave you trembling in anticipation. As he instructs you to assume the position, your body responds instinctively, a surge of heat flooding your core as you eagerly comply. Turning on the couch, you present yourself on all fours, your hands resting on the armrest, your ass raised in a provocative invitation that sets his primal instincts ablaze.

Jimin’s primal groan fills the room, his desire palpable as he beholds your enticing display. His teeth sink into his lip with a hunger that borders on desperation, so much so that he might draw blood, his gaze devouring every inch of your exposed form. With a possessive grip, his hands caress the curves of your ass, his touch igniting a fiery sensation that courses through your veins. Then, in a bold declaration of his desire, he delivers a sharp spank, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through you, your moan of delight echoing in the air.

“Fuck. This. Ass,” his voice drips with raw desire, his fingers tracing the contours of your ass with a feather-light touch that sends electric currents dancing across your skin. A rush of anticipation floods your senses, your pussy pulsating with need, aching for his touch. With each stroke of his fingers, your pussy clenches involuntarily, yearning for the sensation of him buried deep inside you.

He sits up, gets closer to you as he takes a moment to stroke himself, the anticipation mounting with each passing second. As he spreads your ass cheeks, you feel the heat of his cock radiating against your skin, your body trembling in anticipation as his dick teases your entrance, aching for the moment he fills you completely.

With your head nestled on the armrest, you brace yourself for the exquisite sensation of him entering you. As he pushes his dick into your slick folds, you revel in the delightful stretch, a familiar pleasure that never fails to ignite your senses. Your wetness provides a smooth glide, allowing him to effortlessly slide into your depths, each inch sending ripples of ecstasy coursing through your body.

“Jimin-ah!” You pant desperately as he reaches the hilt, your voice a breathy plea echoing through the room. With every pulse of his hardness inside your pulsating pussy, you feel an electric surge of desire coursing through your veins, igniting a firestorm of sensations that consume you completely.

“Move, please,” you plead, your voice a fervent prayer as you ache for his rhythm to ignite the blaze within you. All you crave is the sensation of him thrusting into you, to fuck you silly.

He grunts, a primal sound echoing in the room, as he withdraws from you with deliberate slowness, savoring every inch of your bodies against each other, before plunging back in, equally unhurried.

His hands, firm yet tender, mold into the curves of your ass, guiding each deliberate thrust as he establishes a rhythm of unhurried passion. With every stroke, his fingertips trace the lines of your skin, igniting a symphony of sensations that draw forth an involuntary moan of pleasure from deep within you.

His hand connects with a sharp slap against your skin, sending a jolt of sensation coursing through your body. The sudden sting is quickly followed by a surge of desire, igniting a primal need within you. His voice, laced with desire and dominance, breaks the silence as he leans in, breath hot against your ear, “You like this, don’t you?”

His tone carries a hint of menace, but beneath it all, there’s an undeniable allure that sends shivers down your spine. Despite the edge to his voice, it’s like music to your ears, stirring a primal longing deep within you. Your body reacts instinctively, tightening around his dick as a rush of heat floods your senses.

“Yes!” Your voice, muffled by the plush fabric of the armrest, comes out as a breathy plea, tinged with a mix of desire and desperation.

“Fuck me harder,” you plead with him.

“My love wants it harder?” As his words dance provocatively in the air, you can’t help but feel a rush of heat surging through your veins.

The playful sting of his palm against your skin ignites a primal fire within you, each slap echoing like a thunderous drumbeat, urging you further into the depths of ecstasy. With each resounding impact, the floodgates of desire open wider, drenching you in a wetness of arousal that threatens to consume every inch of your being.

“Yes!” Your voice reverberates through the room, a primal cry of desire echoing off the walls as you eagerly meet his every movement.

But just when you think you’ve reached the pinnacle of pleasure, grinding your ass into his dick, he takes control, his grip on your flesh tightening as he unleashes a torrent of raw thrusts. With each thunderous thrust, he fucks you with insane speed, leaving you gasping for breath.

You feel so fucking gone. He hits you so deep, his dick touching your g-spot repeatedly, making you see white spots blurring your vision. You’re panting furiously for air.

“You’re doing so good, love,” he pants, his voice a husky whisper as he strokes your ass, his praise a melody in your ears.

“Jimin, fuck, Jimin—” You pant feverishly, feeling your core tighten as you release a surge of liquid around his dick, coating him in your essence.

His hand connects with your ass in a stinging slap before his touch gentles, caressing the same spot. “So good for me, love,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire and affection.

His grip tightens on your hips, anchoring you to him as the rhythm of your bodies creates a symphony of skin-on-skin percussion that reverberates through the living room. Your fingers dig into the plush fabric of the armrest, muffling your moans as pleasure courses through every fiber of your being.

“Don’t silence yourself, love. I’m close,” he urges, his voice strained with the impending release as his thrusts become more urgent, each one driving you both closer to the edge.

You arch your back further, surrendering to his touch as his hand on your shoulder guides you closer, deeper into him. The sensation of him stretching you out sends waves of ecstasy coursing through your body, causing your eyes to roll back in sheer pleasure.

As he moans your name, his fingers grip the flesh of your hips and ass, holding you close as he releases inside you, filling you with his warm essence.

Your eyes snap open, meeting a pair of startled gazes—one belonging to Yoongi, the other to Taehyung. They stand frozen in the hallway, mouths agape, caught in an unexpected moment of intimacy that leaves them speechless.

Despite the sudden intrusion, Jimin doesn’t miss a beat, continuing to thrust into you. Embarrassment floods through you, but your body responds involuntarily, clenching around him. As you steal a glance, you catch the shift in Yoongi’s expression, his grin widening as he swiftly ushers a stunned Taehyung away from the unexpected scene they’ve stumbled upon.

“Aish! Oh my god! I never wanted to witness my brother doing that. I can never unsee it,” Taehyung’s exasperated voice echoes through the room as Yoongi swiftly escorts him out, the sound of the door opening and closing marking their hasty exit.

Your cheeks burn as you scold yourself for not hearing them entering the house. Fuck this is so humiliating!

Fuck. Did Jimin even notice?

Jimin’s deep, primal grunt resonates above you, his grip on your hips firm as the fusion of his essence and yours traces a sensual path from your pussy down to the couch. The thought of cleaning up later flits briefly through your mind, but that’s not currently what’s on your mind.

“Jimin, did you see them? They saw us!” Your voice trembles with embarrassment, a veil of crimson coating your cheeks as he withdraws from you. With a whirl of nervous energy, you spin around, anticipation and apprehension swirling in your gaze, unsure of what awaits in the aftermath of your indiscretion.

“Yeah. It’s nothing they haven’t seen before,” he chuckles, his nonchalant demeanor a stark contrast to the flush of embarrassment coloring your cheeks. With a casual sweep of his hand through his tousled hair, he dismisses any concern, seemingly unfazed by the fact that his brother and friend just bore witness to the raw intensity of him fucking you on the couch.

“They’ve never actually seen us in the act before!” Your words quiver with a mix of mortification and disbelief, a nervous energy pulsating through your veins. As you speak, a torrent of thoughts floods your mind, the realization dawning upon you that this isn’t the first instance of Jimin’s cavalier attitude toward almost getting caught.

A nagging suspicion takes root, whispering that maybe he’s more of an exhibitionist than you initially realized, his nonchalance hinting at a hidden desire to be seen and desired.

“Relax, everything will be alright,” he soothes, his words a balm to your frazzled nerves as he descends to kiss you with a fervor that steals your breath away. In that fleeting moment, his lips melding with yours in a passionate embrace, the world falls away, and the weight of their discovery fades into insignificance.

But the embarrassment returns tenfold, making you blush nervously.

You burst through the door, the cool night air enveloping you in its embrace as you step onto the dimly lit porch. There, illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight, you find both Yoongi and Taehyung, their silhouettes etched against the darkness like guardians of the night, their presence casting a sense of both comfort and nervousness as you join them under the star-studded sky.

Despite feeling overwhelmed with embarrassment, an earnest desire to apologize gnaws at you, urging you to seek redemption for the awkward encounter they witnessed earlier. However, as your gaze locks with theirs, a wave of crimson floods your cheeks.

“I’m so fucking sorry you had to see that,” you blurt out, the weight of your remorse heavy in your voice as you hastily grab a nearby chair, seeking solace in its familiarity. With a deep breath, you settle into your seat, mustering the courage to meet the gaze of both men, your eyes pleading for forgiveness and understanding amidst the awkward tension that hangs in the air.

Yoongi’s laughter fills the night air, a reassuring melody that eases the tension swirling around you. “It’s all good,” he reassures with a grin, his words carrying a playful charm that lifts the weight off your shoulders. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he adds, “And hey, I gotta give credit where it’s due— you’ve got quite a nice pair of tits there.”

“Yoongi!” Your voice rises, cheeks ablaze with a fiery hue that mirrors the heat surging through your body.

“You’re gay, for heaven’s sake! Why were you even looking?” The mix of incredulity and embarrassment colors your words as you groan, feeling like you've been caught in a whirlwind of awkwardness and heat.

“I’m only human, aren’t I? Even I have eyes,” he retorts with a smirk playing at the corners of his lips, the glint in his eye unapologetically rebellious. “And let’s be honest, a nice pair of tits is something anyone can appreciate,” he adds, punctuating his declaration with a casual sip of his beer, his nonchalant demeanor daring you to challenge his unabashed honesty.

Taehyung’s eyes widen, a silent testament to the shock that grips him, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that speaks volumes. In the hushed moment that follows, his silence echoes louder than words, hinting at the depth of his surprise and leaving you to wonder what thoughts race behind his startled expression.

“I’m truly sorry, Tae,” you confess, your words heavy with remorse, but as you speak, you notice his gaze drifting past you, as if unable to meet your eyes directly. It’s as though his sight is fixed on some distant point, his avoidance speaking volumes about the weight of his own thoughts and emotions swirling beneath the surface.

“You really shouldn’t do that where just anyone could stumble upon you,” he advises in a hushed tone, his voice carrying the weight of a clandestine revelation. “And for everyone’s sake, remember to lock the door next time,” he adds, his tone laced with a palpable sense of having witnessed something he'd rather erase from memory.

“I’m sorry,” you offer, your words carrying the weight of genuine remorse as you seek to mend the discomfort lingering in the air.

“I never wanted to witness my brother in such a way,” he grits through clenched teeth, his fingers pressing against his closed eyelids in a futile attempt to erase the images burned into his mind. “Seeing too much of both my brother and sister-in-law... it’s like a stain on my memory,” he confesses, his voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and discomfort, as if grappling with the irreversibility of what he’s witnessed.

“I’m truly, deeply sorry,” you mumble once more, the weight of regret heavy in your voice as you reflect on the discomfort your actions caused them. The image of you and Jimin in that compromising position hangs in the air, an undeniable reminder of a moment you wish could be erased from memory entirely.

Yoongi’s laughter erupts like a thunderclap, breaking the tension with its raw, unrestrained force. “Welcome to the country,” he chuckles, his tone laced with a mix of amusement and nonchalance. “Get used to it. People fuck where they can around here. Hobi and I once stumbled upon them making lovely noises in the stables,” he shares with a mischievous glint in his eye, as if unveiling a scandalous secret of the country’s unconventional norms.

Taehyung’s eyes widen in disbelief, the shock evident in the trembling of his lips as he utters, “Is nowhere sacred?”

“Yoongi! You promised never to speak of that again!” You hiss through gritted teeth, your cheeks ablaze with the heat of embarrassment.

Yoongi’s laughter intensifies, a raucous melody that dances on the edge of defiance. “It’s just a natural act— it’s just sex,” he remarks, his tone casual as he lifts the beer to his lips for another sip.

“No need to get your panties in a twist,” he adds, the nonchalant shrug in his demeanor daring you to challenge the simplicity with which he views such intimate moments.

“Hey. Not all of us enjoy watching other people have sex,” Taehyung interjects, his voice carrying a note of reprimand, his arms folding across his chest in a stance of firm disapproval.

“Sorry. We didn’t mean for you to see it,” you gulp, feeling the weight of his disapproval settle heavily upon you. You grasp the gravity of his words; it’s not as though you relish being under scrutiny. It was an unplanned moment of passion. Yet, the realization dawns that you must exercise greater caution in the future.

“I couldn’t care less,” Yoongi rasps, his tone edged with a hint of amusement. “In fact, I’m thrilled you’re getting dick,” he adds with a smirk, his words laced with a playful irreverence that cuts through the tension.

Taehyung coughs abruptly, a spluttering fit seizing him as his beer takes a perilous detour down the wrong passage, his eyes widening in alarm as he struggles to regain composure amidst the unexpected onslaught.

You cast a concerned glance his way, your instinctive response guiding your hand to rest gently on his back, offering a reassuring touch in his moment of distress.

You chuckle nervously, stealing a glance at Yoongi, your cheeks ablaze with a mixture of embarrassment and unabashed honesty. “It’s really good dick,” you admit, your voice tinged with a hint of bashfulness. “Probably the best I’ve ever had,” you confess, your words carrying the weight of a guilty pleasure you can’t quite resist.

Taehyung continues to cough, his struggle for breath punctuating the air with urgency, until finally, with a resigned groan, he declares, “And this is my cue to leave.”

With a lingering glance filled with a mixture of discomfort and amusement, Taehyung slips away, his departure palpable in the weight of his heavy breaths echoing in the wake of his exit, leaving the two of you to grapple with the aftermath of his abrupt departure.

“Did we push him too far?” You offer a wry smile, the regret evident in the furrow of your brow as you grapple with the realization that Taehyung was undoubtedly made uncomfortable by the situation.

“He will be fine. He needs to grow up,” Yoongi leans in, his demeanor conspiratorial as he gestures towards the table, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. “But let’s get back to the real topic at hand. Tell me more about Jimin’s dick,” he continues, his tone suggestive as he shifts the conversation back to the matter of Jimin's prowess.

Your cheeks flare with renewed heat, betraying your unease as a nervous chuckle escapes your lips. “Hold on, are you getting off on this?” You inquire incredulously, your disbelief evident as you ponder the motivations behind his eagerness to delve deeper into the topic.

He chuckles, shaking his head. “No, not at all. I’m just looking out for you, as your best friend,” he reassures, the sincerity in his tone cutting through any lingering doubts. “I’ve got enough dick in my life,” he adds with a casual sip of his beer, before continuing, “But if you ever need to share or talk about it, you know I’m here. You probably don’t want to talk to your sister or Jungkook about it.”

You groan, a mix of frustration and reluctant acknowledgment washing over you, because deep down, you know he’s spot-on. Sharing such intimate details with your sister or Jungkook? Absolutely out of the question.

As you ponder, you realize you’re not exactly prudish, but the thought of discussing sex openly still makes you squirm. Yet, you also recognize the importance of breaking free from societal taboos surrounding the topic. It’s something you’re determined to improve upon, because there shouldn’t be any shame attached to open dialogue about such a natural aspect of human experience.

Leaning in closer, you confide, “Let me tell you, Jimin’s got some serious skills with both his dick and his tongue. It’s... impressive, to say the least, and that’s all I’m gonna share for now,” you admit, a nervous chuckle bubbling up as you feel the heat rise in your cheeks. Despite the embarrassment, you can’t help but feel a sense of pride in yourself for opening up about such intimate details with your best friend.

“I’m happy for you, truly,” he says with a warm smile, his eyes reflecting the depth of his sincerity. In response, you can’t help but return the smile, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over you as you bask in the warmth of your cherished friendship.

“What about you and Hobi?” you inquire, the lingering blush of embarrassment gradually receding from your cheeks, replaced by a genuine curiosity about your friend’s own romantic endeavors.

He reclines in his chair, a contented smile gracing his lips. “It’s great, actually. Better than ever,” he shares, his voice laced with affection and a profound sense of happiness. “I love him more than words can express,” he adds, his gaze distant yet filled with the warmth of unwavering devotion.

As you nod in understanding, a surge of warmth floods your chest as you catch the unmistakable gleam of adoration in his eyes whenever Hoseok’s name is mentioned. It’s a sight that fills you with a sense of profound joy, your heart swelling with the love that radiates between them, leaving you unable to suppress the smile that spreads across your face.

“I’m genuinely happy. For both of us,” you declare, the overflow of love within you akin to a flurry of delicate butterflies taking flight in your chest. Just as the moment envelops you in its warmth, the door swings open, and Jimin emerges, joining you and Yoongi.

“And I can’t wait to marry the love of my life,” you proclaim, your voice brimming with anticipation and affection as you reach for Jimin’s hand, intertwining your fingers with his as he settles beside you. The warmth of his touch sends a jolt of electricity through you, igniting a blaze of love that courses between you, enveloping you both in a cocoon of intimacy and security. In this moment, with him by your side, you feel as though time could stand still, and you wouldn’t mind one bit.

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Kissin' Dark ryu

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/NA6uiLR by russiant4rains “Well?, hurry up and move the goddamn thing!” a comrade yelled, his patience obviously not that full, nor that long. “I'm working on it!” The tall male replied he was tall, about 6 '8 or 6' 9 Ryuunosuke couldn't really tell, his body only sitting up to the floor. “Would you look at that!” One of the shorter males said, his mouth lifting into a smirk. The man had already removed his veil a little, he smirked, but lifted it back down. Idk if anyone has seen or read holes but it's inspired :3 These characters do not belong to me, they belong to Kafka and sango 🌹 Words: 914, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Original Male Character(s), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Gin, Tachihara Michizou (Bungou Stray Dogs), Higuchi Ichiyou (Bungou Stray Dogs), Yumeno Kyuusaku | Q (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Ozaki Kouyou (Bungou Stray Dogs), Yosano Akiko (Bungou Stray Dogs), Mori Ougai (Bungou Stray Dogs), Fukuzawa Yukichi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edogawa Ranpo (Bungou Stray Dogs), Edgar Allan Poe (Edgar Allan Poe's Murder Mystery Dinner Party) Relationships: Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Akutagawa Ryuunosuke & Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Fukuzawa Yukichi/Mori Ougai (Bungou Stray Dogs), Ozaki Kouyou/Yosano Akiko (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Bottom Akutagawa Ryuunosuke/Top Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Bottom Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Top Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Bottom Mori Ougai (Bungou Stray Dogs), Top Fukuzawa Yukichi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Bottom Edgar Allan Poe (Bungou Stray Dogs), Top Jeon Jungkook, Top Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs), Bottom Jeon Jungkook, Sorry Not Sorry, Everyone Is Gay, Gay Sex, Slow Burn, Flirty Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs), Pretty Akutagawa Ryuunosuke (Bungou Stray Dogs), Coming In Pants, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Smut, Not Really Character Death read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/NA6uiLR

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Ruin the Friendship (M)

Pairing: You / Jungkook

Rating: 18+ (explicit sex)

Warnings: (oral, dirty talk, body worship)

Word Count: 8,062

Summary: your drunk ass best friend keeps calling you to take care of him and it wouldn’t be so awful, if it weren’t for The Feelings. (best friends to lovers!AU)

“Y/N!” a voice yells the second you enter the bar.

Music thumps through the room, hazy with the scents of sweat and alcohol – you wind your way towards the back, having difficulty seeing where you are going. People continue to bump into you, drinks nearly spilling at least two or three times on the way.

"Ah!” you yelp when someone steps on your toes. Scowling angrily, you glare at a stiletto-ed freshman. “Watch where you’re going,” you snap. In response, they giggle and drunkenly lope towards the bar.

Pushing hair away from your neck, you exhale, since you have only been here five minutes and already find yourself sweating. Continuing onward, you rise up on tiptoe because these people are not the reason you are here, the reason you are here is –

“Y/N!” Jungkook crows, nearly knocking you over in his haste to get closer. He buries his face in your shoulder, wrapping both arms around you while lifting you off of your feet. Jungkook’s breath is hot, smelling of tequila and mint; you groan at his antics, struggling to right yourself when he sets you back down.

“Jeon,” you bemoan, turning to face him.

Jungkook pushes a hand through his hair. “You came,” he announces, a giant grin plastered over his face.

Truly, the happiest people in this world are babies and drunk assholes.

“Yes, Jeon,” you sigh, tapping the screen of your phone. “Shall I read our exchange? You texted, ‘Hey, Y/N,’” you quote, scrolling through his messages, “’what shot should I do?’ Me: ‘uh, idk.’ You: ‘pick oneee’ Me: ‘ha u drunk already, kook?’ You: ‘I picked tequila’” Grinning, you look up at him. “Except you didn’t spell it tequila, you wrote ‘tewoya.’”

“Te-wo-ya.” Jungkook tests this version out. “Sounds… bitchin’.”

“Bitchin’?”

“Yeah. Cowabunga.”

“Lord,” you groan, as Jungkook cracks himself up. “O-kay,” you say, sliding one arm around his waist. “I think that’s enough of Drunkkook for tonight.”

“Drunkkook,” Jungkook repeats, happily draping himself over your shoulders. “Thanksforcomingtopickmeup, Y/N.”

“No problem.”

Grumbling, you make your way towards the door. Jungkook’s feet drag behind you, taking long, exaggerated steps to match your stride.

“Y/N,” he whispers, breath tickling your ear, “your legs are so…”

“Hot?” you supply, juggling his weight to push open the door. “Shapely? Toned?”

“Short.”

“Yep,” you say, shoving into the night. “There it is.”

“Hey, JEON!” someone yells and Jungkook glances up, nearly smacking your head to peer into the bar.

“Ow! Kook!” you complain, while he searches the crowd.

“What?” Jungkook yells, craning his neck towards the noise.

He finds the source near the pool tables; two dark-haired guys waving energetically goodbye. “SEEYA!” Hoseok yells, while Seokjin snickers into his cup. “HAVE A GOOD NIGHT WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND!”

Jungkook’s mouth drops but before he can respond, you spring into action to yank him fast out the door. “Let’s go,” you demand, nearly tripping over a heat lamp in the process. “My apartment is only a block away, Jeon. Let’s go there.”

"Alright,” he pouts, mumbling something incoherent while he allows himself to be pulled. Placing his hand in yours seems like the most logical option – Jungkook does not seem to mind, trotting obediently behind you down the length of the Ave. The street is busy. Not as crowded as inside the bar but still, it necessitates a fair amount of winding on your part. It takes all your concentration just to make it to your front door, which means there is no time to contemplate the drunk nonsense his friends were spouting.

Jungkook, your boyfriend – unlikely.

Jungkook has been a steady fixture in your life for years. It is hard to remember when, exactly, your friendship began. High school was the first time you saw him – in all of Jungkook’s defensive, hockey star glory – but the first time you spoke was freshman year of University. Jungkook plopped into the seat beside you in Econ and you did a double take, not having realized he attended this school.

Perhaps you should have. In hindsight, it would have made more sense for you to have known, given all the scholarship attention Jungkook received senior year. It was not a priority for you though, you two had barely ever spoken and for him to accept a scholarship anywhere was not a blip on your radar.

Enter Econ 101. You noticed Jungkook in the same way you notice a lot of things – seeing them without really caring. Trees you pass on the street, buildings beside the one that you enter. Jeon Jungkook was like that to you, just another piece of scenery – until he reached out and tapped you on the shoulder.

“Yes?” you blinked, looking up. “Can I help you?”

He must have come straight from practice, since he was still dressed head to toe in athletic apparel – you rolled your eyes, since Jungkook clearly wanted you to know he was an athlete. The situation was made worse by the fact that you did know who he was, but not from college – from high school. Even worse than that, Jungkook did not seem to remember you at all.

He slouched low in his chair, arching a brow. “Yeah. Can I borrow a pencil?”

It was the worst pick-up line you had ever experienced. The sleaze factor was at an all-time high; Jungkook sat there with one eyebrow cocked, his right arm draped over the back of his chair. His legs were man-spread, as though waiting for someone to sit. Jungkook looked slightly bored, as though he were expecting a reaction.

He got one, all right – just not the one he was hoping for. “Are you serious?” you snorted, looking down at your notes. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

Uncertainty flickered across his expression. “I – no? I really need a pencil.”

“Sure,” you said, nodding at his gym bag. “Whatever sports gear you have in there tends to become obsolete in the classroom. Maybe next time you should bring a bookbag if you want to take notes.”

That said, you resumed writing and Jeon Jungkook stared, confused by your response. He did not stay silent for long, leaning over to tap you again on the arm.

“Yes?” you responded, looking sideways.

Jungkook scowled. “There’s no need to be rude, you know.”

“Oh, please.” You rolled your eyes. “You and I both know what you’re doing.”

“Oh?” Jungkook crossed both arms over his chest – it caused his muscles to bulge at the action, which was thoroughly distracting. “And what, exactly, am I doing?”

“You’re being an ass.”

“Oh?” Jungkook nearly choked on his laughter. “By asking you for a pencil? Sure.” He nodded, waving a hand. “Alert the media. Jeon Jungkook is on the loose! Ravaging nearby neighbors for pencils, oh no!”

“Save it,” you huffed, turning forward. “It wasn’t what you said, it was how you said it.”

Most of his surprise had disappeared by this point – most of his confusion, too – leaving Jungkook simply curious. “How did I say it?” he asked, as if he genuinely cared.

Chewing on your lower lip, you debated how honest to be before deciding full-frontal.

“Like you wanted me to sit on your dick,” you said, swiveling to face him. “Your legs were spread wide enough when you asked.”

Jungkook’s brows shot up. “Shit,” he exhaled, chuckling to himself. “Wow…”

When he faced forward and said nothing more, uncertainty began to enter your thoughts. “Was I wrong?” you asked, peering at him. Strangely, you found yourself interested in his response.

A smile played at his lips and he offered a shrug. “No, you were right.”

When Jungkook admitted it, you grinned. “See? I was right not to give you my pencil.”

“Maybe.” Jungkook shrugged, tapping the edge of your desk. “But what about your name?”

Though you would never admit it (Jungkook seemed cocky enough as it was), your heart raced when he asked you. He was cute, charming but despite this (or perhaps because of this), you drew a hard line in the sand when it came to him. He was was clearly a fuckboy – that much became obvious during the first campus party you attended.

A few weeks into the school year, Jungkook, for whatever reason (pity, interest or other) decided to invite you to a party. The thought excited you, but from the minute you arrived to the moment you left, the two of you barely spoke. It was hours before you even saw him and even then, it was just a quick, “Hey, you came!” before Jungkook was pulled in the opposite direction to play beer pong.

You were alone the rest of the night, which is how you met Taehyung. Taehyung was older than you, uninterested in freshman games (drinking, or otherwise), and the two of you talked for hours until he walked you home and gave you a soft kiss goodnight at your dorm.

Taehyung was your boyfriend for most of freshman and sophomore year, until a mutual breakup occurred which maybe you should have seen coming. Taehyung was more of a free spirit, he did not like to be tied down and you liked knowing where things were headed. You liked making choices around your significant other and knowing they were taking you into consideration as well. It was not a bad breakup, not in the nastiest sense of the word – no one cheated, or anything, but the removal of Taehyung from your life was crushing. It left you half-empty for the better part of the summer.

Strangely enough, Jungkook became the one that you turned to. He was always there as a friend before that, but a friend with strict boundaries. Taehyung did not like him, for reasons he never revealed and Jungkook liked to joke that the only reason you two were together was because to him – you went to that party for Jungkook after all, which led to the two of you coupling. He stopped making those jokes once the two of you broke up.

Jungkook was the first person you called the night that it happened.

Taehyung left your apartment around dinnertime. He took with him his keys, his memories and once you heard the door slam, you collapsed onto the couch. The tears which followed were brutal, overflowing until you shakily lifted a hand to dial Jungkook's number.

“Y/N?”

He answered on the second ring, other voices loud in the background and dimly, you recalled it was Friday night – Jungkook was probably out and you were interrupting his fun. “Oh, sorry,” you mumbled, voice thick with your tears. “You’re out – don’t let me bother you. G’ni –”

“Y/N,” Jungkook interrupted, his voie sounding strained. “What’s going on? You sound weird.”

“I – well, Taehyung and I broke up.”

The line was silent for so long, you thought maybe he had not heard and your stomach sunk at the thought of having to repeat the sentence. Then, Jungkook swore, muttering something you did not quite catch under his breath.

“I’m coming over,” he announced, hanging up the phone.

Despite wanting to protest – he was clearly at a party; this was in no way his problem – the reason you called became clear the moment Jungkook walked through your door. You remember looking up from the couch, tears still staining your cheeks but some of the pain simply faded from him being there. It was strange. You did not know when Jungkook stopped being that guy from your high school, the dick from your econ class and instead became someone tangible. Someone necessary, a life firmly interwoven with yours.

He arrived later than you thought he would, but the reason soon became apparent when Jungkook held up Five Guys and tequila. “Had to make a pit stop,” he explained, shrugging out of his jacket.

You remember thinking he looked out of place, standing in your hall awkwardly clutching both tequila and burgers – you moved to help him, to tell Jungkook you were fine but instead of doing either, you burst into tears.

“Shit,” Jungkook muttered, dropping the packages and collapsing onto your couch. “Hey,” he exhaled, pulling you towards him. “It’s okay, Y/N. Just cry it out. I’m here.”

He stayed over that night and when you eventually stopped crying, the tequila was opened – you do not remember much after that, until the next morning.

You woke up precariously; that is the best way to describe it. One eye cracked open, then the other – both widening, when you saw your face inches away from the floor. Jungkook grumbled, turning into the cushions and he pulled the blanket with. You yelped when he moved, tumbling onto the ground.

It did not hurt, so much as it knocked the wind from your lungs – but you lay there like that, staring at his right hand dangling over the edge of the sofa. It was a struggle to piece together the events of the night, bits and pieces floating around in the alcohol. You remembered Jungkook laughing, pouring you shot after shot. One, for how Alienating Taehyung could be; another, for how Bizarre his choices in movies were; a third, for his Cantankerous responses to text messages in the morning.

Each letter of the alphabet got a reason, each letter received a sip of tequila and by the time you reached Q, you were both dissolved into giggles. “This is from Gilmore Girls,” you gasped, remembering where you had seen this before. “Lorelai and Christopher play this game after his dad dies, and – oh my god!” you shrieked, grabbing Jungkook’s cheeks and smushing them with your palms. “Are you a Gilmore Girls fan?”

“No!” Jungkook protested. He huffed when you booped his nose. “My mom just watched that show a lot when I was little... she... ah... FINE! IT’S A FUCKING AMAZING SHOW, AND SHE SHOULD’VE LEFT LOGAN FOR JESS!”

Things started to fade after that, but you vividly remembered the moment before you went to sleep. Jungkook was slumped in your cushions and you climbed up beside him, wrapping both arms eagerly around the breadth of his chest. He did not protest, body curling around yours to reach a hand for the blanket. Lying together was not a question, it was a statement: Jungkook would be there for you, without you having to ask.

Waking on your rug the following morning, you stared at the ceiling and realized this was not a good thing. Jungkook was not just a friend, he was your best friend and not only that, you were fresh from a breakup. You were still hurt, trying to heal and the last thing you needed was an added complication.

Jungkook was complicated. By some miracle, the sound of you falling had not woken him and, making sure to keep it that way, you slowly stood from the ground. Easing yourself away, you disappeared into your bedroom and collapsed on your bed. When you woke several hours later, Jungkook was gone. No note, no text – he just disappeared.

The two of you never spoke about that night, never discussed it and to this day, no conversation has occurred regarding the events of your breakup.

“Y/N,” Jungkook mumbles, nose buried in your neck. He is drunk and although this is annoying, you understand why – their hockey team lost earlier tonight, as evidenced by Jungkook, Hoseok and Seokjin getting tequila-wasted at the bar. The game was not life or death and they can still make the playoffs, but it was a game against a rival, which makes it hurt more than the rest.

There is a lot of pressure riding on Jungkook to perform and before you knew him, you might have dismissed this as him being an athlete, just another jock too caught up in the game. Now, though, you know him and know better. You know Jungkook’s dad is a deadbeat, his mom barely speaks English and it made his life difficult most of his childhood. Jungkook attends University on a scholarship because it is all he can afford and if Jungkook is anything less than perfect, his future is screwed.

Every loss is hard, because Jungkook equates loss with failure – it is your job as his friend to make him see the opportunity. You will try and do that tomorrow, when Jungkook is coherent enough to respond but for now you just grunt, lugging him in through your door.

“Y/N,” he mumbles, nudging your hair with his nose.

“Yes?” you say, patiently pulling him forward. The noise of your apartment muffles the outside when you kick shut the door – the sounds of a pregame down the hall disappear, replaced only by the soft whoosh of your humidifier.

It takes a moment to lock the door and when you do, Jungkook wanders off down the hall. He stops in your living room, a slight frown to his face, as though wondering how he got here. His mouth opens, then shuts, looking back at your hallway.

“Can I take my shoes off?” Jungkook asks, while you fight back a smile.

“Yeah,” you nod, crossing to him. “Take off your shoes and your jacket, okay? Do you want something to eat?” you call, heading into the kitchen.

Two thumps come from behind, as Jungkook does what you requested. When you open the fridge, he follows, padding along like a dog. “Yes, please,” Jungkook exhales, dropping onto a stool. “Do you have mac and cheese, Y/N?”

Classic pre-hangover food. “Lucky for you,” you nod, rummaging around, “I made too much last night. I’ll heat up leftovers if you promise,” you warn, pulling out a jug, “to drink a whole glass of water before going to sleep.”

Jungkook nods solemnly. “Promise.”

“Okay,” you grin, removing Tupperware and popping this into the microwave.

It takes a while to heat and while you wait, Jungkook hums an incoherent song – something which sounds vaguely like Monster Mash and Hotel California, mushed together. You largely ignore this, because singing is a large part of Drunkkook. Drunkkook has many phases, one of which is the giddy slap-happiness Jungkook seems to be stuck in right now.

The macaroni revives Jungkook – he eats enthusiastically, refusing to talk until the entire bowl is finished and only then, does he let out a sigh. “Thanks,” Jungkook burps, pushing hair from his face.

“Gross,” you say, wrinkling your nose as you hop down from your stool. “This is why you can’t get a girl, Jeon.”

“Can so,” he complains, watching you walk to the sink.

“Oh, really? Then why aren’t you with one right now,” you ask, looking over your shoulder. “Why’d you call me, instead of one of them?”

Jungkook stares at you for a moment, then shrugs. “You’re easier?”

“Flattering.” You roll your eyes. Turning the water on, you run a dish under the faucet. “Why don’t you head to my bed, okay? You can sleep there tonight.”

Jungkook nods, pushing himself up from the chair – his gaze remains slightly unfocused, wandering down the hall and in the corner of your eyes, you see his t-shirt fly over the sofa. “Jungkook!” you shriek, dropping the dish in the sink to dart down the hall.

Just another stage of Drunkkook – tequila shots equals stripping. There is no power on God’s green earth which can stop him. The moment the limes come out, Jungkook disappears and in his place stands an exotic dancer named Candy. He is already working the belt, leather mostly undone by the time you rush into your room.

“Whoa, whoa!” you blurt, grabbing his hands with your own. “Let’s just go to sleep, okay? Keep all your clothes on.”

“But it’s hot,” Jungkook complains, blowing hair from his eyes. It is unfair that, even sweaty and drunk, Jungkook still looks amazing – he stares back in your bedroom, gaze dark with frustration and it is hard not to imagine the situation as different.

This thought makes you shiver, a hopeless emotion you disentangle yourself from quickly. “Fine,” you agree. “Leave your boxers on, okay?”

Jungkook nods happily, pushing his jeans to the floor. When they are gone, he flops down on your mattress, rolling upwards to face you. “Y/N.” Jungkook lifts his hand in the air; an exact replica of the Creation of Adam. “Aren’t you coming?”

Hesitating, you glance over your shoulder. It would be best to sleep on the couch because Jungkook is big, your bed is small and if you slept pressed against him, you might not survive. That would make two separate occasions of being held in his arms and you do not think you could survive being torn from another.

“I,” you hesitate, shaking your head. “No, Kookie. I’m going to sleep on the couch, okay?”

Jungkook’s lower lip protrudes. “But we’re best friends. Best friends share beds.”

Stifling a laugh, you cross your arms over your chest. “No, they don’t.”

“Do too.”

“Do not.”

“Yeah-huh.”

“Nu-uh.”

“Y/N,” Jungkook exhales, falling suddenly quiet. “Please?”

He says this so simply, something inside of you caves and unable to think of a response, you walk over. Jungkook watches you carefully, hair mussed from his hands before he rolled onto his back. He watches you gently, eyes no longer as glazed as before. You take a deep breath, unbuttoning the top of your jeans.

“Don’t look,” you mumble – it is too late to hold any sort of conviction but Jungkook nods despite this, following instruction.

He drapes one arm over his face, revealing the flat strip of his stomach while you try not to stare. The sight inspires dubious thoughts in you, like licking various parts of your best friend’s body and you cannot allow such images to continue. Shaking your head, you step free of your jeans and walk to your dresser. You are careful to pick the least sexy pair of pajamas you own – tattered, raggedy bottoms with a plain white camisole and, pulling your blouse overhead, you hear a quiet intake of breath.

Craning your head, you spot Jungkook staring – he does not even try to hide his guilt, gaze locked on your hips. "Jungkook!" you scold, making him jump.

"Sorry!" he blurts, ducking his head.

After another peek to make sure he really is not looking, you unhook your bra and toss this fall to the floor. Tugging the camisole down, you grab your pants to hop, nearly falling as you yank them up to your waist. Facing your bed, you find Jungkook’s eyes firmly shut.

"Can I look now?" he mumbles, voice low.

When you nod, you realize he cannot see. "Yeah," you inform, pulling back your covers to sink down beside him. "You can look."

His eyes open. It is odd, you think, roaming his face. You are not the only one being careful, not the only one being safe – Jungkook seems cautious as well, holding himself to the edge of your bed. His body is tense, back nearly pressed to the wall. When you lower yourself onto the pillow, he stares for a moment.

"Y/N," he whispers.

"Sh," you respond, scooting closer. "Go to sleep, Jungkook."

He nods, lowering his head to the sheets beside yours. He is too big for this, you realize. Your mattress sinks to the center and after several long moments of fighting gravity, you decide to give in. It is like sinking into quicksand; your body slides forward to mold against his.

To his credit, Jungkook does not respond – the only noticeable reaction is an exhale, a tiny sound you know will haunt future dreams. He shifts and it is obvious to you both what he conceals but neither one of you mentions it, neither one of you says it out loud. You are not sure how long this moment lasts, a stand-off of wills but eventually it dissipates and your eyes slowly close. It is during the strange, drifting moment between sleep and awake you feel Jungkook's arm slip over your waist.

“Y/N?” he whispers, near the side of your face.

“Shut up,” you mumble, pressing closer.

He chuckles, breath warm at your ear. “Are you awake?”

“I guess so,” you mutter, “thanks to my dumb drunk best friend.”

“Not so drunk, anymore.”

Finally, you open your eyes.

He stares back at you, the room quiet but for the buzzing of the air conditioner in the corner. A car horn honks, dim in the distance and you hope it covers the sound of your beating heart because Jungkook can probably feel it, lying here next to you.

“Tequila move through you that fast, huh, Jeon?” you say.

“The mac and cheese helped,” he admits, toes brushing your shin. You forgot this fact about him; Jungkook sleeps like a child, curled into himself like a ball. It was something you found endearing that night on the couch – before he kicked you off it, of course. “I can’t fall asleep.”

“Oh,” you say, blinking back at him.

He smiles, the sleepy kind which crinkles his eyes. “Hey.” Jungkook changes the subject. “How are you doing?”

“What do you mean?” you say, expression shuttering. “I’m tired, I guess.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Jungkook whispers.

When he says this, you sigh because you know what he means – but you do not want to talk about Taehyung. “I’m fine,” you mumble, as he shifts closer.

“When I broke up with my ex,” Jungkook starts, and you make a noise of surprise.

Jungkook never talks about his ex – a girl from your high school, someone you knew only vaguely. Her face is familiar but if you placed her in a lineup, it would impossible to single her out. Jungkook was wild about the girl; you would see them in the halls between classes, hanging over each other while they sucked face at the lockers. You remember hearing something awful happened between them, something which broke them up senior year, but in the entire three years you have known Jungkook, he has never once mentioned her name.

“When I broke up with my ex,” Jungkook repeats, quieter. “It was because she cheated on me.”

“Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods. “We did that, a lot. Problem was she fucked my best friend, too and I didn’t like that.”

“Jimin?” you gasp, surprised.

“No.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, his arm still draped over your waist. “My best friend from high school – Sungmin.”

“Oh,” you allow, relaxing into his grip. Jimin is on the hockey team with Jungkook; he is the star right winger and an absolute sweetheart. “I didn’t think he’d do that.”

Jungkook arches a brow at your mistake. “Anyways,” he continues. “She cheated on me, I found out over text and it was awful,” he says, looking down at the sheets. “All that to say I get it – sometimes you love someone and it doesn’t work out. It works out in the end, though,” Jungkook mumbles, voice heavy. “Things will always get better.”

“Will they?” you mutter, though you do not really mean that.

Jungkook’s hand closes around yours and you stare at the motion, unsure if you should push him away. It feels nice though, him touching you like that – fuck nice, it feels heavenly. Jungkook’s fingers brush over yours in a gentle, soothing motion.

“They do,” he nods. “Just think about the sucky things Taehyung did before you broke up. Was he distant? Annoying? Did he hog the bed, or something?”

“No, that was you,” you grin, shoving his shoulder. Jungkook laughs and you quickly sober, considering his words. “Well,” you start, only to hesitate. “No, never mind.”

Face burning, you bury your head in the sheets while Jungkook scoots closer, poking your shoulder. “Come on,” he complains. “Out with it – what’d Taehyung do?”

Fuck. Now that you brought it up, Jungkook will not let it go – tenacious, is a nice word for him. Stubborn as hell, is another way to describe him. Groaning aloud, you flop onto your back. “It’s more what he didn’t do,” you mumble, covering your face with both hands.

A hush fills the room, filled with everything you will not say.

“He.” Jungkook coughs awkwardly, clearing his throat. “What… didn’t he do?”

Taking a deep breath, you feel slightly dizzy – which is ridiculous, considering you did not even drink tonight. Lying beside Jungkook, talking about things you should not – it makes you feel dizzy, nauseous and the words come up despite yourself.

“Hewouldn’teatmeout,” you mutter, all in a rush.

Jungkook nearly chokes, sputtering before rolling himself closer. “That’s ridiculous,” he whines, returning his arm to your waist. “What a fucking pig. Can’t wait to spread that fact on campus – shit, Y/N. Doubt any girl will want to date him after this. Fuck him – and fuck Khaled, too! Go down on your wife!”

“No, no, no,” you groan, lowering your hands to look at him. Jungkook stares back, his face much too close. “It’s not like that.”

Jungkook seems surprised. “No? Then what’s it like?”

“He didn’t… he didn’t expect me to go down on him,” you explain, toying with a thread of your comforter. “Taehyung wasn’t unreasonable. He just didn’t like going down on others, it was this whole thing with him but,” you inhale, taking a big gulp of air. “It would be nice, I guess. To have a boyfriend who didn’t mind… that.”

Jungkook falls silent for a long moment. “Why just a boyfriend?” he declares boldly.

Your words dry in your throat as Jungkook stares back, oddly determined. Suddenly, you are very aware of the weight of his hand on your stomach. His fingers splay over the skin, tracing circles against your hip.

“I,” you hesitate, unsure how to respond – Jungkook cannot possibly be offering what you think he is. “I don’t know,” you frown. “I typically only sleep with my boyfriends. It’s a monogamy thing, something you wouldn’t understand, Jungkook.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “What does it matter?” he murmurs, fingers tracing in a way that sets every nerve ending on fire. “I’m tipsy and I want to go down on you, Y/N. Take advantage of that – take advantage of me.”

Now, your mouth nearly drops because there it is – your best friend, offering to eat you out, completely unaware of how badly you want it. “You – what?” you squeak.

Jungkook freezes. You two have been friends for so long, you recognize the drunk stages of Jeon Jungkook better than anyone – especially tequila kook, which is another thing in its entirety. Symptoms include false bravado, overconfidence followed by whininess, neediness and much cuddling. The symptoms start out one way, work their way upwards and then fade back. From the way Jungkook is staring at you now, you imagine the last of his bravado has just disappeared.

“Shit,” Jungkook whispers, eyes wide.

Then – so slowly, it could be a dream, you grasp his hand in yours to move lower on your body. Jungkook sucks in a breath, realizing what you want and before you can take it back, before you can question your sanity, he moves on his own. His hand slides lower, beneath the waistband of your sweats to brush over your underwear.

Both of you still, looking at one another – and then Jungkook continues, nudging the waistband of your panties aside. Jungkook stays there for a moment, finger slipping beneath the elastic to trace over your skin; he lets you get used to the feeling, relax into the motion and when you push your hips up, he tugs your panties aside. The sound reveals how wet you are, how wet you are for him and Jungkook inhales at the noise. His finger moves lower, making a perfect circle around your already swollen clit – you groan out loud, when he does it again.

“Shit,” he whispers, rolling closer. Jungkook’s hair falls forward to stare intently at the crux of your thighs. Both sweats and sheets are pushed to your knees but you remain covered by panties until Jungkook shoves these aside to spread your folds. He stares at your body, drinking you in and you know this should be uncomfortable but somehow find it is not. Jungkook’s fingers slide to either side of your clit, forcing your back to arch upwards on the bed.

“Fuck,” Jungkook murmurs, gaze drifting to yours. “You’re so responsive, baby. Do you like having your clit rubbed that much?”

Hearing him call you baby feels both foreign and right, as though it is the next logical thing in your pantheon of names. “Yes,” you exhale, wriggling your ass on the bed. “I like when you touch me, Jungkook.”

As though you have flipped a switch, Jungkook’s eyes darken. “Really,” he mutters, sliding a finger slowly into your cunt. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that, Y/N.”

Before you can ask what he means, Jungkook curls said finger upwards to press his thumb to your clit. Moaning his name, you fall back on the bed. “Jungkook,” you exhale, voice breathy beyond recognition.

“Mm?” he murmurs, lifting himself onto his knees. “Just relax,” he instructs, pushing your camisole higher. “I want to make you feel good.”

Nodding, you keep your eyes closed when he shifts – Jungkook’s hands find your waist, pulling your underwear down to toss onto the floor. He positions himself in between your legs, one on either side while he rubs circles on your thighs and Jungkook lowers his lips to trail kisses towards your sex.

“You have such a pretty pussy, Y/N,” he exhales, forcing your eyes to snap open.

“What?” you blurt, pushing yourself up on your elbows.

“I mean it,” Jungkook nods, still fixated on the sight. “Here,” he murmurs, bringing his fingers to your clit – he moves slowly back, keeping your legs spread so that you feel every touch. “And here,” Jungkook adds, finger tracing gently over your opening. “God, I’m hard just thinking about fucking you. But here,” he breathes, dropping a kiss to your most sensitive place. “There should be a whole fucking Netflix documentary about your clit – hell, I’d watch it.”

Never has someone revered you like this, never has anyone taken this much time to look at you, let alone tease and when Jungkook’s lips close over your sex, a whimper falls from your lips. He takes his time with your body, mouth opening slow so his tongue can nudge, lick and twist. He adds his lips to the motion, tugging the swollen bud into his mouth; intermixing this with gentle flicks of his tongue. The sounds you make are not human, entirely unrecognizable as you stretch your arms overhead, grabbing hold of the bed.

Jungkook continues mercilessly, demanding every inch of your pleasure while wrapping both arms over your waist. You groan, staring down at his head between your thighs, unable to tear your eyes away from the mess that he’s making. Every now and then, Jungkook pauses to look up – your arousal is clear, his lips shining and red; though you want nothing more than to taste him, he continues to refuse.

“Not until you come,” Jungkook purrs, reburying himself in between your thighs.

“Ah,” you arch, when Jungkook switches the motion. He drags his tongue up your clit, rubbing over you gently before pushing apart with his tongue – every swirl is sinful, purposeful and fuck, if anyone has ever eaten you out like this. The noises he makes are sloppy, obscene and Jungkook pauses only briefly before flicking over you again.

“Oh, shit,” you moan, fisting both hands in your hair.

Not his hair – although you want to – because Jungkook seems determined and you do not want to interfere with whatever he is doing. Your body has lost whatever sensitivity you had at the start; now you just want him closer, rougher, while he toys with your clit. You know you are close when you start to lose control; legs jerking up to frame his head, curse words multiplying on your lips but Jungkook just chuckles, pushing your knees apart to pin you down to the mattress.

He moves quickly, mouth open and you nearly scream, your body is so tight from the motion. “Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck,” you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut. “Jungkook, I think I’m gonna come.”

As though you’ve said the magic words, Jungkook slows. He keeps you pressed to the mattress, holding you immobile but instead of the fast release he was giving, Jungkook slows to a crawl.

“Jungkook,” you bemoan, nearly breaking with frustration. Your entire body quivers, pussy soaked from his teasing and here this fucker is, slowly massaging your clit. It feels good – shit, does it feel good – but that’s hardly the point. “Make me come,” you whine, pushing your hips up to his face. “Please, baby, make me come.”

Jungkook groans, vibration soft on your sex – he nods, nose brushing over your slit. “Fine,” he exhales, resuming his previous motion. “Come for me, baby.”

“Oh,” you gasp, as he resumes rapid circles. “Fuck, your mouth.”

He does not respond, tongue too busy and then Jungkook reaches to insert a finger – game over. It has been so long since anyone has been inside you like that, since anyone has touched you and Jungkook’s finger, curved against your g-spot sends you over the edge. His arms hold your body below him, tongue still moving and it is hard to understand what you say, coming apart in his arms.

There is a moment at the top, when you think you might break – it seems too much, too intense for any one person but Jungkook continues to hold on and you decide to let go. He is there when you return, breathing heavily while opening your eyes. Jungkook looks up at you, framed between your thighs – he removes his finger slowly, dragging up past your sex.

Shiver crossing your spine, you stare back – then shift abruptly, pushing him back on your bed.

“Hey!” Jungkook exclaims, confused – he does not seem to know what to do with his hands, grasping the sheets awkwardly. “What are you – oh.”

He inhales when you shove his boxers down, closing your lips over his cock. Jungkook is already hard, pre-cum leaking from his tip and you know it will not be long before he comes in your mouth. Especially not with the way you are sucking him off, twisting your mouth to his base and back up, using your hands to help and getting them wet.

Jungkook groans, hissing while leaning back on his hands. He stares at your head between his thighs, bobbing up and down on his cock – you release his length with a pop, taking a deep breath to pull your hair back in a ponytail.

“Hold this,” you demand, before re-gripping his thighs.

Jungkook responds on reflex, wrapping your hair in his fist while you resume deep-throating. “Oh, shit,” he groans, trying and failing to catch his breath – but you are moving too fast, tongue dragging up him in time. The veins in his cock stand out, throbbing and you tease him mercilessly in response to what he did to you. Closing your fist around Jungkook, you start to pump up and down while sucking his tip like a lollipop – you look up to make eye contact, dragging your tongue over his slit.

“Shit, shit,” Jungkook exhales, hands finding their way to your hair. His hips rise involuntarily, moving you deeper. “Fuck, your mouth is amazing.”

Rather than answer, you moan, letting him feel the vibration while you suck him again. Jungkook whimpers, grabbing your hair to thrust hard in your mouth. You let him, eyes watering when he starts to take over. His cock hits deeper and when Jungkook is panting, grip tight in your hair, you tap on his waist to let him know he can cum.

As though waiting for your cue, his entire body slackens – jaw tight, eyes screwed shut, Jungkook lets himself go. Cum spurts into your mouth, cock still held deep and you wait until he is finished to pull off with a gasp. Jungkook groans out loud, having difficulty catching his breath – your own high is still there, lessening somewhat as the seconds tick by. Before you can do anything about this, Jungkook moves forward to push you back to the bed.

He buries his face in your hair, arms caged around your waist. “Fuck, that was amazing,” Jungkook exhales, half-buried in pillows.

You agree but you do not know how amazing, and therein lies the problem – your earth was just moved, entirely shattered and here Jungkook is, acting like you just ran a marathon. “Hey,” you exhale, suddenly hesitant. “This… it won’t be weird between us now, will it?”

For a second, Jungkook tenses and then his back muscles stretch, pushing himself up on your bed. “I,” he starts, then stops. “No,” he says, somewhat deflated. “It doesn’t have to be weird, not if we don’t let it.”

“Good,” you respond. Another moment passes before you sink down beside him; Jungkook’s hand slides over your waist, pulling you closer, but not like before.

You swallow, allowing your eyelids to flutter and wonder if feelings are somehow transferable. If the osmosis of touching can impart from your skin to his, leaving Jungkook wanting you the way you want him. Because that is what you want – him. That is all you have wanted for some time now, although you would not admit it yourself.

Jungkook stirs, gently pulling you closer. Your chests rise and fall, hearts beating in tandem.

"Why did you leave?" Jungkook whispers, so soft you think you must have misheard.

"I – what?" you respond, stilling against him.

"The night you and Taehyung broke up," Jungkook says, face half-buried in your hair. "We fell asleep on the couch and you left before I woke up."

"I didn't...” Pausing, you find yourself unsure what to say because this is entirely unexpected. “I didn’t know you realized."

"I did," Jungkook says.

"I didn't," you exhale, pulling back to look at him, "know that you cared."

Jungkook's eyes are unreadable. "I did." His arm is still draped over your body, torso pressed into your own. “I do.”

"Then why –”

"I messed up," Jungkook confesses, all in a rush. "I should have told you from the moment we met that I liked you. I should have asked you out then and there but I was too much of a coward and now, here we are."

Your brow furrows, unsure what he means. "What do you mean, ‘here are we?’"

“We’re friends,” Jungkook says, as though this fact should be obvious. "Friends," he continues, pushing the word past his teeth. "We’re friends, the best of friends and that's amazing – it’s wonderful because honestly, Y/N, you mean the world to me."

Some of the tension between you lessens; Jungkook's hands are warm on your waist, scooting closer on the bed. "Thank you?" you respond, unsure how to decipher his words. Everything Jungkook says feels like a blur, as though it is happening to someone else and you are just looking in. "You mean the world to me, too, Jungkook."

"Not in the way you do to me," Jungkook admits, then pauses. "Do you remember the first time we met?"

You frown, because it was probably sometime in high school, but Jungkook of course would not remember that. “I – uh –"

"It was in elementary school."

This shuts you up, completely floored. "What?" you frown. "We... we didn't go to the same elementary school, Jungkook."

Jungkook exhales, reaching up to massage the back of his neck. "We did," he confesses. "At least, we did for a year or so – I moved around a lot, you know my dad. I doubt you’d remember, but I remember you," he confesses.

When you say nothing, Jungkook takes this as a sign to continue. "So, my mom got me this t-shirt," he mumbles, glancing over your shoulder at the door. "Power Rangers were my favorite back then – all I wanted was to be the red one and for my birthday, my mom got me a t-shirt which read, 'It's Morphin' time!'"

Biting down on your lip, you stifle a grin. "Mhm," you agree, trying not to laugh. "That's sweet, Jungkook but I really don't –"

"My mom doesn’t know English very well. You know that," Jungkook says.

“Yeah,” you nod, softening. " I know."

"So," Jungkook exhales, tracing circles over your hip. “My mom accidentally bought this discount shirt with a typo – instead of 'It's Morphin' time,' it read, 'It's Morphine time.'"

Though you try not to laugh, your lower lip twitches. "Oh."

Jungkook stares back at you, lips pressed firmly together. "It's not funny."

"No. It's not."

"It's not," Jungkook insists, even as his eyes dance with laughter.

"I've never felt more serious in my life," you insist – before breaking away, covering your face with both hands. “Oh my god.”

Jungkook cracks up when you lose it. "Ah," he groans, leaning his forehead to yours. "She meant well, really – it was so sweet, but the day I wore it to school the kids had a field day."

When he says this, you stop laughing because the thought of Jungkook hurting is not funny at all. “This was… when we were in elementary school?” you ask, beginning to put two and two together.

"Yeah," Jungkook exhales, staring. "This is the part where you came in."

"Me?" you repeat, still struggling to understand. Elementary school was a long time ago, but – “Oh my god," you blurt, eyes widening. "That was you."

Jungkook nods slowly, scanning your face. "Yeah. That was me."

"It was you!" you gasp, nearly kneeing him in the dick when you press yourself closer. "Those stupid boys on the playground! They were picking on you and I just got so mad at them, I marched up and –”

"You called them all amoebas," Jungkook deadpans, upper lip twitching.

Clasping both hands over your mouth, you stifle a snort. "Oh my god," you mumble between fingers.

"You walked up to them,” Jungkook details. “Double ponytails swinging and scowling so darkly, I thought you’d come to join in. I thought I'd offended you with my horrible t-shirt – and then you turned around and pointed at the ringleader."

"Derek." You scowl. "What a prick."

"Yeah," Jungkook says, hands grazing the sides of your body. "He was a prick, but you walked right up to him and called them all amoebas. I doubt they understood what the word meant but you said it so scathingly, I think they assumed it was a curse."

"They ran away," you recall, smug. "Little punks."

Jungkook snorts, gaze softening the longer he looks at you. "Yeah," he says softly. "That was the first time I realized I loved you."

He says the words so suddenly, you cannot think of a response. It is like that moment earlier, when he called you baby and you could not understand why he had not been doing it longer. Jungkook’s words sink into your skin, leaving you breathless – and this is when you realize you love him, as well.

"Y/N," Jungkook whispers, gaze searching. "Please respond to that. It’s… kind of something I’d like feedback on."

"I," you inhale, the noise almost a hiccup. "Do you want to know why I left you that night?" you ask, returning to the first question he asked.

Jungkook nods, hands sliding to the small of your back.

“It was because I realized something," you say, letting Jungkook pull you forward. "When Taehyung and I were together you were a constant source of tension, because I kept comparing him to you."

"To me?" Jungkook’s brow crinkles.

You nod, since the memory is shameful to you. The facts are not pretty, are not nice – they paint you as the bad guy because while Taehyung had his faults, in the back of your mind you were falling for someone else. You were falling in love with your best friend.

"Yeah," you whisper, hands sliding around his neck. Jungkook’s hair is so soft, in contrast to the rest of him. "Whenever we’d argue, I’d think about what you’d do instead. Whenever I was happy, you would pop into my head. I didn’t know what to do," you whisper. "It was almost a relief when Taehyung and I broke up."

Jungkook just stares, face mere inches away. "You’re ashamed of it.”

Trust your best friend to understand how you feel. “Yeah,” you mumble, looking down until Jungkook’s fingers slide beneath your chin, lifting you up.

“Hey,” he murmurs, brushing his lips to your forehead. “Life isn’t perfect. People fuck up. That wasn’t the only reason the two of you broke up, was it?”

“No.”

“Then stop beating yourself up.” Jungkook exhales, wrapping himself around you. “Stop hurting yourself because of what’s past.”

He is right, you know that he is and your arms tighten, pressing your face to his chest. “I love you, too, Jungkook – you know that, right?”

“I know.”

“Not just in the best friends kind of way.”

“I know that, too.”

“Good. As long as you know.”

“I do,” he whispers, kissing the tip of your nose.

Author’s Note: Ruin the Friendship is continued in Part II, Over the Edge!

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