Summary: Since you turned sixteen, Jimin (22) realized what woman you had become. He tries so hard to control himself when you are around, as there’s no way he can touch you. Not only because you are the little sister of his best friend but also because you are way too young.
Pairing: You x Jimin ft. brother Yoongi & friend Jungkook
Genre: smut [18+], illegal sex, dom!jimin, slight fuckboy!jimin, slow sex, rough jimin, tiny tiny bit angst, young reader,
Warning: big age difference between jimin and the reader. Be warned! Don’t like, don’t read!!
Word Count: 7,072
Index: 01, 02
“Oh my God!” You reached for your private parts to cover them from his eyeline, “Don’t you dare look at me! I swear to God, I’ll fucking kill you!” You stumbled to regain your balance when you lifted yourself from him, slamming the door behind you once you fell into your room.
It all happened so fast that all Jimin could do was stare vacantly across the hallway as Yoongi took a step out of his room. All his eyes could meet with was Jimin sat there, confused. “What happened? I heard a scream and a door slam.” Jimin bent forward, ignoring Yoongi’s question completely. He interlocked his legs, putting his hand on his forehead. “Jimin?” Yoongi asked again, his head slowly looking in the direction of your room. He had the worst in mind but he wanted to wait for an explanation before he would attack his best friend again.
Jimin just sat there on the landing with his head in his hands, small muffled laughter escaping his mildly covered mouth: he simply couldn't take this much longer
You heard him laughing as you wrapped yourself in your bed sheets as well as you could. You were fully aware why you hated him - of course, he would laugh in a situation like that. He was such an asshole and at some point, you started to wish that Jimin would be the Jimin that you once loved a lot, you wanted that back because you missed him more than he would ever believe.
“Yoongi, I think I need to pass.” Jimin stood up, running his fingers through his hair. “I don’t think that I can babysit your sister.” He couldn’t do it anymore. He was trying so hard to maintain his composure but this incident had just been the last punch in the face. He had seen your naked body, that was it for him. If he saw you again, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to control himself.
He wanted to be close to you every second of the day but he wasn’t allowed to touch you so he couldn’t stand it anymore. At some point, part of him thought that he would get over it but even after trying for three years now, there was no change of heart. He couldn’t do it. The tragic thing was that he couldn’t get over it but he couldn’t be with you either. It wasn’t just something sexual for him, it wasn’t that he just found your body sexy. He also cared for you more than he should, there were so many things that he wanted to do with you and for you to do with him but all these fantasies could never blossom into reality. The whole situation was a constant winter and until yesterday, it had been bleak and barren - that was until he heard you talking about him, that was when the first flower bud started to develop, turning winter into spring. But he was very aware that the bud was vulnerable, that it might not survive the harsh winter.
That’s it. He needed to stay away from you completely now. At least, as long it took for him to be able to control himself again - if that was even a possibility for the future.
Jimin had taken off way before Yoongi had even thought about leaving so that meant that he really had no other choice but to leave you alone. When Yoongi left, you were able to see the raw fear and anticipation in his eyes whenever he might look at you but he was forced to put his nerves aside and leave you behind.
You stood by the door, leaning on the doorframe as Yoongi stood outside, in front of you with all of his luggage piled at his feet and bags in his hands. His girlfriend was sat in the car fiddling with the navigation system as she waited for him to say his goodbyes.
“Don’t forget to blow out the candles before you go to bed and if you cook something, don’t forget to turn the oven off afterwards! Oh, and take the trash out before you go to sleep tonight.”
You nodded slightly and rolled your eyes, “I’ve got it Yoongi. Just incase you forgot, this is the tenth time that you’ve told me that now.” You gifted him with a large hug, pushing past his bags, securing him in a brief, careful embrace, “You worry way too much.” You muttered under your breath as he finally nodded to you, letting go of you and walking towards the car.
You waved at him a few times as the car pulled out of the driveway, closing the door behind you once he was finally out of sight. You pressed your back against the front door, slumping slightly as you sighed into the wild oblivion in front of you. It was so empty, so silent, so lifeless. You had become accustomed to Jimin’s lazy arse on that couch and the impenetrable scent of Yoongi’s cigarettes: it was weird when there was no one here. For many people your age, this was normality but it was just difficult for you to accept because this just wasn’t the life that you were used to. Yoongi had never allowed you to stay by yourself before, you were surprised that he didn’t force you to third-wheel his vacation. If Yoongi wasn’t here then your mom would be but this time she was away working in Malaysia. You were officially completely alone.
You could hear the gentle sound of tyre traction on the damp ground outside. Each car drove past slowly as you collapsed against the door. This was exactly the thing, why was it raining in summer? Why was there always something that was bound to ruin it for you? Your thoughts droned around stealthily as you felt the soft vibration of your phone in your pocket. It was one of your classmates, the only one that you really did consider a friend - granted, she wasn’t a close friend but she was one that you could confide in about anything, inclusive of your weakness for Jimin.
When you picked up the call, she was the first to talk. “And? How does it feel to be all alone with Park Jimin?”
“He isn’t here.” Your throat croaked slightly from dehydration, the memory of what had happened a while ago at the forefront of your conscience. “Wait. What? Why?”
You told her everything that had happened, not forgetting a single detail since the event was so crisp in your memory. Despite your immense embarrassment, she just couldn’t seem to hold back her laughter. She went on and on about how much you must have destroyed him, how weak he would have been after seeing you naked: not just this, but the fact that you came into contact with him. For some reason, she was unbelievably confident that this was the reason that he cancelled on you.
“I bet he’s going crazy right now!” She said with mild laughter whilst simultaneously feeling a little bad for him. “No. Jimin is not the type to over-think something like this. It’s not a big deal, when I was younger, he saw me naked whenever it was bath time.” You could hear your friend sighing down the line as you literally felt her rolling her eyes. “Goddamn, Y/N! You were ten years old, this is a completely different situation! You’re basically a woman now and he is a man. If you think that he can swallow it that easily then you're even dumber than I thought.” Part of you really didn’t want to talk about this, you just wanted to change the topic of conversation to something that would be less embarrassing for you. Despite all your attempts, it didn’t work; she just wanted to talk about your relationship with Jimin.
You had no idea how long it had been since she had first called you, no idea how long you had been talking about all this but with each minute you could feel yourself becoming more uncomfortable so you moved to the couch, although you still twisted and turned even when you got there.
“I mean, did you ever think about the possibility that he might be in love with you?” Your eyes widened at her words as you shot up into a sitting position. “What?!” You asked, almost screaming down the phone.
“I mean, it’s very possible…”
You shook your head in rapid succession, “No, Jimin likes older girls - at least, twenty, sometimes - even older than that. He would never fall in love with me. In fact, we used to be so close that he probably sees me more as a little sister than anything else.” You nodded, pleased with yourself because you knew that what you had said had made absolute sense. Even though you were certain of yourself, her question kept digging away at your mind.
If he was in love with you, surely you would have been able to notice it by now. When he was in love, he seemed…actually, how did he act when he was in love? You had never witnessed him talking about his girlfriends more than was considered normal, you had never seen him being all lovey-dovey with the women that he had dated, nor was he more happy when he wasn’t single. He was the same Jimin that he always had been - completely normal, right?
“Are you in love with him?”
This question left you in complete silence for at least five to ten minutes. Thankfully, your friend just waited patiently and gifted you with all the time that you needed before you committed to an answer. Actually, you had never thought about this. Yes, you had fantasies about him; yes - sometimes you imagined what a relationship with him might be like; you wondered how his lips might feel against yours; you wonder if he was a good kisser. Occasionally, you might wonder, if he would ever…touch you and speak to you like he did to his girlfriends. But you had never really thought about whether you were in love with him or not.
You were forced back into reality when your friend’s mom called her. “Sorry, Y/N, I have to go now.” She sounded a little sad because she wanted to know the answer to her question but she also seemed to know that you didn’t exactly have the answer either.
The remainder of the day went by pretty easily even if you were alone. In a way, it was pretty cool to have such a large place all to yourself. You could do whatever you wanted to, you could live by your own rules. There was no Jimin to accidentally walk in on you as you jumped around the room in your underwear, looking for the clothes that you would wear on your date with Jungkook, there was no Yoongi to stop you from going. You stood there for ages, deciding on what earrings and rings you should wear. Really, you were almost enjoying it a little too much. Before you had the time to notice, the sun had descended into the horizon and darkness melted into the sky outside. You watched a ton of age-restricted movies that had been recommended to you by Jimin and Yoongi before you managed to make your way to bed at 2am the following morning.
When you woke up again, you lay there smiling to yourself for a while. Your stomach began to turn as you thought about your date with Jungkook: you were nervous as hell. Yoongi had left a few voice-messages for you, asking you if you had managed to do everything that he had asked of you: you hadn’t. You had forgotten to take out the trash last night so once you had listened to his messages and called him back, you jumped out of your bed and dragged the trash to the curb, thankfully before it had been collected from the other houses.
When the night came, you pulled out the black dress that you had decided to wear as well as the black underwear that seemed fitting. You matched the dress with some thin thighs to conceal the bruises that you had managed to get from walking into something once again. You were clumsy as fuck and it wasn’t worth asking about, considering that you couldn’t even remember getting half of the ones that you had. You had plenty of time to do your makeup really nicely if you had cared but you weren’t really that much of a makeup fan so you just applied some light mascara and a little bit of nude lipstick. Your hair was also done fairly quickly, since it was naturally pretty straight so you could get away with simply straightening over any small curls that you had left.
Afterwards, you ran to the mirror and looked yourself up and down. Holy shit, you looked ridiculous. Yesterday, you looked at yourself in the mirror and you looked amazing but now, you just looked like a potato in a black dress. Great. The minutes were ticking by as you glanced at the clock on the wall, there wasn’t long for you to find something else to wear but it was enough time. But right when you were about to take off your little black dress, a bell sounded throughout the entire house.
“Are you serious? He is thirty minutes early.” You readjusted your black dress into its appropriate position and ran downstairs. Before you opened the door, you spent a few seconds fixing your hair and dress once more as you cleared your throat and stood up straight.
The gap in the door widened as you pulled it open and faced Jimin.
Jimin?
“What the hell are you doing here?! Leave!” You looked past his shoulder to see if Jungkook was standing behind him but he was nowhere to be seen.
“Why-why the fuck are you dressed like that?” He asked sternly, closing the door behind him.
You narrowed your eyes and started to walk back in the direction that you had initially come from but Jimin kept following you. There it was again: the irregular pounding against your ribcage, the butterflies spreading throughout your stomach. This was the worst time that he could decide to show up and look after you. Yoongi could never know that you were going to go out with Jungkook but there was no way that Jimin was going to let this drop. He would thoroughly enjoy telling Yoongi exactly what you had done.
“That’s none of your business.”
“It is.” He whispered more to himself than anyone else, “Wherever you’re planning on going, you can cancel it now.” He positioned his weight against the front door and studied your every move, his gaze piercing you coldly as if he were curious as to how you would react to his next question. “With who?”
“Oh, I, for sure, won’t tell YOU that. Who the fuck do you think you are?” You lifted your phone to see if Jungkook had sent you a message saying that he had arrived or something but no. You needed something to get you out of this situation. You really wanted to go out with him, this was your first date and you really weren’t happy about Jimin trying to ruin it just so he could play with you once again. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. You jumped in mild shock but also in exhilaration; a small smile slowly appeared on your face. Swiftly, you walked towards the door and closer to Jimin, who guarded the front door like a lion would guard it’s young.
You stood your ground: determined with a mad expression drawn across your face, less than a metre parting you from him and the door. “Get out of my way.” You tried to make your voice sound a little deeper in hope that he might be able to realise that you were quite serious about opening that door.
“No.” He answered immediately, a small smirk on his face from the amusement of you trying to command him to do something, even if you knew that he was the one with the upper-hand in this situation - just how he always seemed to have. “Jimin, I said get out of my way!” You laid your hands on his upper arms and tried to push him away with all the strength that you were able to muster up in your weak body. Really, you probably should have listened to Jimin in the sense that you should take up more fitness - not in any other way.
But no matter what you tried to do, he wouldn’t budge a bit. Then, you heard Jungkook’s voice: “Y/N? It’s me, Jungkook.” Jimin rotated his head towards the door so that he could hear him a little better. Then, he slowly moved his head back to face you, raising an eyebrow and trying to maintain his control whilst also containing his anger towards the whole situation.
“So it’s Jungkook that wants to jump on you.” You flinched and furrowed your eyebrows. You couldn’t believe how he had just spoken to you, as if you just wanted someone to give it to you good. He had no right to speak to you like that!
Madness spread throughout your body and your fists tightened by your sides, “Jump on me? I’m not a goddamn whore! I’m just going on a date with him. Now, get out of my way: he’s waiting!” It was in this moment that Jimin finally moved out of the way, without muttering a single word.
You pushed him out of Jungkook’s sight and opened the door to be faced with Jungkook’s sparking eyes, his signature bunny smile drawn across his face, “Wow.” He said in a breathy voice, noticeably swallowing. “Y-You look amazing! Ugh, I mean-…I mean incredible!” He was obviously extremely nervous and so were you. Just because Jimin had tried to ruin your date, you didn’t want to be in a bad mood the entire time; you didn’t want to think about Jimin full-stop so you just pushed any thoughts of him to the corners of your mind. At least you tried to.
“Thank you…” You vocalised ever so quietly, awkwardness lining your words from the shyness as you looked down at your feet nervously. Warmth spread across your face and became certain that you were blushing like crazy from such a small compliment.
Jimin hid behind the door and listened to your conversation, almost making him vomit right there and then. Jungkook was just a loser that had always been entirely head over heels in love with you; that was something that he knew very well. He also knew that he was the guy that had told him that he would ask you out one day but Jimin had never thought that he would actually have the guts to do it, since Jungkook was generally extremely shy. He wouldn’t know how to treat you; Jungkook couldn’t give you what he could.
“Y/N!” Jimin suddenly raised his voice as he emerged from the darkness of the living room. Your eyes grew unnaturally wide and so did Jungkook’s. He cupped your face with his masculine, warm hands and kissed you right in front of Jungkook. His plump lips moved on yours as he took one last glance at Jungkook, smirking softly, before he closed his eyes in satisfaction. He pushed you back a little, surprising you even more, making your head go wild as his military tags clinked together under you.
He let go of you and stared directly at your crimson face, eyes wide with shock. You were unsure if you had actually breathed the whole time. Jimin had just knocked you off your feet, wiping away all your senses in the process: leaving you with only one sensation - the bittersweet feeling of his lips pressed against your lips. He kissed you a few times again, licking at your lips tenderly. He didn’t want to stop, your lips were so addicting. After you turned sixteen, there wasn’t a moment that existed when he didn’t want to claim those lips as his own. It was a huge ask but it was something that was enough to drive him insane because you were in front of him the whole time but he just couldn’t reach you. And yet, after all this pain, he finally could have you.
“You…” Jungkook whispered in disbelief, not understanding the scene in front of him, blushing madly as if the kiss had really taken him off guard. Jimin still kissed you over and over again making loud wet, smacking sounds with his lips on yours. You tasted the alcohol and cigarettes on his lips, enjoying it more than you had originally intended. But you couldn’t maintain your composure - you had a weakness for Jimin so you just let him kiss you and forgot Jungkook completely.
Jimin laid an arm around your waist to keep you in place, slamming the door shut behind the two of you, directly in Jungkook’s face. You were completely exposed to him now, trapped in his gilded cage with chains binding you to him tightly. He didn’t ever want to let go again - he had waited too long for this moment.
Your mind went completely blank as he kissed you. With his lips dancing on yours, he guided you to the couch. As the back of your knees came into contact with the couch, you fell backwards onto the soft surface below, Jimin following you subliminally. This made you come back to reality and your eyes shot open. “Ji-…hmm…Jimin!” You said between the kiss, forcing him to let go of your lips momentarily but he still hovered above you with his flawless physique. “We can’t-“
“I don’t care. I want you under me - wrecked - so that I can burrow my dick into you, princess. There is no way I can stop this now.” He said lifting you up easily and you gasped as he did. It wasn’t that you didn’t want it. God, you wanted it so bad, you wanted him to do everything that he had said. You wanted to hear more filthy words fall from between his heavenly lips, it was an addictive sin but it still was against your brothers will and if he found out just what had happened, Jimin’s funeral would follow pretty soon after.
Jimin still smelled like alcohol and something inside you wondered if he was just acting like this because he was drunk. “Jimin, how much did you drink?” He lowered his head, connecting his lips with your neck and kissing slowly along your most sensitive areas as he carried you upstairs.
“Just a few.” He answered swiftly. ‘Just a few’ meant that he was drunk. ‘Just a few’ could also mean that he had drunk so much that he wouldn’t remember what he was doing right now.
!WARNING! SMUT BEGINS HERE!
“Jimin, stop!” Your mouth might have been acting on it’s own: your body wouldn’t conform to the thoughts that droned around in your mind.
“I can’t and I won’t.” Jimin whispered against your neck, finally arriving at your room, kicking the door open with his foot. A loud crack reverberated through the long hallway, making you gasp in surprise. The door swung open forcefully. The lock was probably complete obliterated from the power of that kick. You held onto him, your legs wrapped securely around his waist, hands buried in his soft hair as you moaned loudly into him. The soft sensation of his lips on your neck felt so good that every word escaped from your mouth like a prayer.
You loosened your grip as he lifted you a little to throw you onto the bed. To him, you were incredibly light: it didn’t take much for him to throw you down harshly. You gasped as you landed on the bed and bounced on it a little from the impact. You opened your eyes to see Jimin throwing his black hoodie and white shirt to the side. His necklace hung around his neck, beautifully ornamenting his body. You pressed your legs together in nervousness as you heard the unzipping sound echoing through the room. For some reason, it was a lot louder than it would usually be when it was partnered with the sound of your heart pounding. You pulled your arms and legs closer to your body, you felt so vulnerable under him, almost ready for what was about to happen. The only barrier between him and yourself now was the dress that was draped over your body.
“Get out of this.” He commanded, gesturing at your dress. You followed his instructions as quickly as you possibly could, pulling the dress over your head - lying there in only your underwear.
He had you under his spell - you would do anything that he asked of you: “This is so wrong.” You breathed out as you tried to hold your gaze as he combatted you with that dark, lustful stare of his own.
“Yeah, it is.” He muttered in his deeper register, voice a little raspy from the cigarettes. He was transfixed on the idea of taking you right now on this bed, he wanted it so much: he was addicted to something he was never meant to fall into yet again. His jeans hung low on his hips as he finally came down to your level with a single body roll. He slid perfectly against your body to kiss your neck, chin and lips. This alone was almost too much for you, you could already feel a dampness between your legs as he moved against you.
You moaned into the kiss and your hands grazed across his form in a way that was extremely staggered, considering you really couldn’t concentrate on anything right now. They danced to his hips to move his jeans a little lower, causing him to groan deeply: something about it overflowed with lust - it was so seductive. “I’m not good with virgins.” Jimin said, pushing up your bra to expose your boobs. You didn’t really take any notice of what he had said: yes, you heard it but you just ignored it as if it wasn’t something that you wanted to hear. He broke the kiss and took his sweet time worshipping your body as if it were a golden temple.
He locked eyes with you, slowly going down, his hands sliding down your sides, fiddling with your black panties and the hem your pantihose. He pushed one leg between yours, spreading them forcefully, never breaking eye contact with you. You blushed a shade of crimson at the sight of him doing this. Jimin kissed and sucked at your collarbones softly, leaving a trail of wet kisses around your boobs as he finally took a nipple into his mouth, nibbling it lightly.
“You like that, don’t you?” You nodded immediately, your head falling onto the soft pillow beneath you, grabbing his head once again.
The hard breathing of the both of you had swirled around the room, heat pushing up against the huge windows behind, clouding them slightly. Yet, he hadn’t even started.
He took care of your boobs well, massaging them and then leaving them glowing from the sloppy kisses that he had placed on them. Jimin finally moved along your stomach and kissed every part of it. You moved under him a little because the sensation tickled slightly. Before you were able to notice it, he was spreading your legs bit by bit to make a room for him. But when you lifted up your head to see what he was doing, you almost forgot how to breathe. He towered over your covered heat, looking down and licking his lips.
You flinched noticeably as he grabbed at your tights and ripped them apart, moving your black panties aside so that he could finally maintain a good view of your core. It took him awhile to proceed to the next step and part of you wondered why he was taking so long.
You thought he might say something before he did whatever he was going to do but no. Without warning, he opened his mouth and slid his tongue against your wet folds. Your eyes shot open, back bending up in the air. You’d never been this far in your life, not even in the fantasies that you had with him.
“Ji-“ He licked your folds over and over again in a nice rhythm until he closed his soft lips around your clit, lapping his tongue against it.
“You taste better than I ever could have imagined, shit.” He cursed, this long awaited moment was far too addicting for him and the air was thick with lust. Little electric shocks shot through your body and you flinched slightly, pressing your eyes and lips to thin lines. Suddenly, the first series of loud moans tumbled over lips, his name leaving your mouth like a thousand sins. Even when you tried to form sentences, your mouth just turned them into his name, forcing you to beg for him. It felt like the world around you had stopped altogether, as though time
had stopped running. It was as if the thick tension that was radiating off of you was the priority of the universe in that moment. It made your throat dry so you licked your lips, trying to get rid of the strange sensation. Jimin was such a sensual and sexual man. With only his presence, he was able to get you down on your knees in front of him, it was almost insane what kind of control he had over you.
A tear ran down your cheek because you almost couldn’t handle the intensity of it anymore, he moved faster and added a finger to tip you over the edge. He moved his finger in and out of you, sucking and lapping at your clit. You grabbed his head, massaging it as you felt a knot building up in your lower stomach. “I’m- I…I’m cumming?” You screamed as he went faster and faster, his necklace clinking louder with every movement, touching your hot skin.
Your screams got louder by the second, you reached your high, body shaking uncontrollably around his fingers and your legs pressed against his head. You gripped onto the sheets, turning your knuckles white but he still wouldn’t stop. The feeling was so overwhelming that you pushed your body up to get away from him. “S-stop!! Stop! STOP!!!” You moaned loudly as you lifted yourself up even more. Jimin went way too far with this, he didn’t know your limits yet but he was willing to push them. He moved his lips away from your clit and pumped two fingers in and out of you instead. You pushed yourself further backwards but he just mimicked your movements, looking into your eyes as you lost it completely. His arms tensed and veins popped up along his arm from the speed that he moved at.
It was simply too much but he was adamant to ride out your high: you kicked with your legs, grabbing his wrist, trying to push it away. Eventually, you were able to rip his hand away from your dripping core. His hand was gleaming, your juices running down his chin - centred around his lips. Your eyebrows furrowed as you leaned against the big window, chest moving up and down rapidly as the cold glass against your back created a sense of contrast to the heat radiating off of your body.
Jimin lifted his body up and smirked at you. Obviously, completely satisfied with his work. You were breathing so hard, the baby hairs on your forehead were stuck down completely, your whole body shining from the sweat.
“Don’t be exhausted just yet, baby. You still have to take my cock and let me fill you up.” As he said that he pulled down his pants, his dick slapping against his abdomen. He had such a well formed body, almost appearing ever so slightly photoshopped. His dick was long and rock-hard and for a moment, you really started to wonder just how that was going to fit inside you. But your thoughts got cut short, when he grabbed your ankles and pulled you down in front of him, positioning himself between your legs. You gasped loudly as he began to massage your abdomen and cover your smaller body with his.
“Goddamn, I’m so fucking ready to show you just how good I can make you feel.” His rough curses and dirty talk managed to turn you on even more.
He came closer to your face, grabbing your chin and lifting it up a little, his hot breath hitting your already flushed face, “If you’re a good girl, you will scream loud for me. Don’t try to hold it in, got it?” You nodded as you released unsystematic exhalations. Jimin’s hand disappeared between your legs and you felt his thumb making circular motions on your clit. He was just playing with you, preparing you for what was to come. Eventually, he grabbed his dick and pushed it into your hole slowly.
“You’re so fucking tight, this is-“ He laid his body onto yours as he tried to make his way into you slowly. “Fuck.” He suddenly lifted up, pulled out and put a pillow under your arse to lift you up a little more. You got this feeling that he just wanted to be connected with you and you were right: he wanted his dick burrowed into you so he could finally claim you as his own - at least, this was what he was thinking and you knew that this was also what was going to happen. He kneeled between your legs, his dick lined up with your entrance as he pushed in again - this time with way more force. This way it was easier for him and thankfully, you were wet enough. Tears rolled down your cheeks, falling from your eyes like a wild bespatter of rain.
The pain was just so unbearable that you weren't sure if you were going to be able to handle all this. “Don’t worry, the pain will go away soon.” You didn’t notice the way that he looked at your pain-filled eyes.
“Jimin?” He stopped moving forward immediately and looked into your eyes, “Hold me and don’t leave me.” It was all a little too much for you. You wanted him close beside you, you literally had nothing that you could hold onto and this was driving you up the wall. You wanted to feel him in you, when he entered you, every movement that he would make. He was never good at taking someone’s virginity but when he did, they never complained.
But then again, this wasn’t just sex with someone that he didn’t know, this was making love to a girl that he was well and truly in love with and he knew it. He thought that he was being gentle enough anyway but now, he understood that you needed him as close as he could possibly be. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be near you, it wasn’t like he didn’t want to feel your skin against his own, because he did. He loved it, he just wasn’t sure how to do it properly. He removed the pillow from under your butt and connected your bodies once again. You could feel the sensation of his cold military tags pressed against your skin. The air was thick with the scent of sex. Your hands moved along his sides, holding him tight.
He kissed your forehead and your cheek, moving downwards towards your neck. He was way more gentle now and it seemed like he had lost that vigour and determination to enter you.
“I’m sorry.” He said softly as you smiled at his cute, little apology. You sensed his hair tickling your temple and cheek area as he lay on top of you. It also made you feel protected and safe. He supported his bodyweight on his forearms, which were positioned either side of your head so that he didn’t put too much pressure on you as he slowly aligned his dick with your entrance. He kissed you tenderly as the stretching sensation started to burn at your core. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to not concentrate too much on the pain. He took his time pushing into you and this time, it felt substantially better.
“Take me well, baby.” He whispered into your neck as he moved further and further into you. Jimin pulled back a little and slowly drew in again but this time, it was way deeper. This caused you to tense up your body and squeeze your eyes together in pain. His body slid up and down against yours, boobs pressed against his chest as he moved back to take one nipple into his mouth. The feeling of being full and then empty over and over again felt euphoric. Slowly, the pain started to diminish.
“Y/N, I really…need…” He wanted to go faster so you quickly nodded in approval, not letting him wait any longer. With his forehead pressed against yours, he picked up the pace and goddamn, it was incredible. He rolled his hips into yours in perfect rhythm.
Raspy curses slipped out of his mouth more frequently with every minute. It turned you on even more than you already were. “Fuck! Your pussy feels so good around me, fu-” He cut himself off as he lustfully bent down to ghost your lips softly. You noticed the amount of times that he would kiss at your lips, you noticed just how much he loved doing it. The kisses gifted him with the feeling of being closer to you and it was everything that he had ever desired.
Usually, he wouldn’t kiss anyone whilst he was having sex but for some reason, this time - it was different. He wanted to kiss you and if he hadn’t needed oxygen to keep the both of you alive, then he would have kissed you for a lifetime. But despite his desperation, he gave you breaks so that you could catch your breath.
You loved him so much and you wished that he would have done this with you much earlier, which was ridiculous because it was earlier than allowed already.
Your nails sank into the skin on his back, leaving long red stripes on his perfectly defined muscles and scapulae. You didn’t want to hurt him but you couldn’t control yourself. He moaned deeply as you left these stripes on his back - he could feel every movement that you made, he could sense the pain but he loved it to death.
“Kiss my jawline, my face, just-…kiss me.” Jimin command, moans breaking apart his speech patterns. He wanted you to touch him so that he could concentrate on getting his high and filling you up with his sperm. You whined loudly, grabbing at his face and kissing along his jawline, gifting him with as many butterfly kisses as physically possible. “I’m close, baby.” You felt another high coming as he started to move even faster. The bed creaked underneath you as he literally fucked you into the sheets. His moans were louder, your name leaving his mouth as you felt a dart of warmth getting shot through you. This made you moan too. Jimin’s thrusting got sloppier as he tried to ride out his high completely.
But he wasn’t done yet. He stayed inside you and laid two fingers on your clit, rubbing it quickly. You flinched, he really wanted you to cum on his dick one final time. To support yourself, you grabbed his arms and buried your face into his shoulder as he made you come undone.
His forehead met with yours once again as he started to smile so much that his teeth were visible: it was the most beautiful smile that you had ever seen in your life. He had waited for this day for such a long time and he was so happy that he had finally been able to take you for himself.
“I love you, Y/N.” He whispered, still hovering above you, still connected to you. His words made you feel light-headed and weird in your stomach but you loved it, you loved him, you loved the moment, you just loved everything.
“I- I love you too.” You stuttered shyly as he rolled off of you, taking you in his arms right away. Jimin was sweating so much that it caused you to blush as you stuck to his side. There wasn’t a word in the English language that could describe how you felt right now. You were lying in the arms of the man that you loved, you had your first time with him and you could have jumped up and down in happiness but that would have ruined the moment. You laughed to yourself at the thought. When Jimin looked down at you, he had no idea why you were laughing: he just lay there in satisfaction, not really knowing how to formulate words anymore.
“Jimin? Does this…make you my…uhm boyfriend?” He opened his eyes to look at you. “Well, do you want to keep on having one night stands?” You rolled your eyes at him and slapped his chest lightly.
“I mean, we did something illegal and when Yoongi finds out…he-he won’t allow it.” You looked up at him with a sad expression drawn across your face, fearing what was to come after you slept with Jimin, the best friend of your brother. “What if he takes you away from me? I-I don’t want that.” Tears filled your eyes so you pressed your body closer to his, kissing his shoulder and burying your face into his chest again.
Jimin laughed to himself, “I wish your brother luck with that because this is not going to happen.” His voice was filled a little with amusement but his facial expression was stern. He hugged you tight, his leg over yours, interlocking your bodies perfectly.
“You are mine alone and he can’t take away something that is completely mine.”
Summary: Since you turned sixteen, Jimin (22) realized what woman you had become. He tries so hard to control himself when you are around, as there’s no way he can touch you. Not only because you are the little sister of his best friend but also because you are way too young.
Pairing: You x Jimin ft. brother Yoongi
Genre: smut [18+], illegal sex, dom!jimin, slight fuckboy!jimin, slow sex, rough jimin, tiny tiny bit angst, young reader,
Warning: big age difference between jimin and the reader. Be warned! Don’t like, don’t read!!
Word Count: 6,961
Index: 01, 02
Jimin crosses his feet atop the immensely large glass table that is central to the room. Soft resonations swirl throughout the room as his feet tap rhythmically, creating a pattern unique to the one that emanates from the television. The way his eyes glisten is a telltale sign that he is enthralled with the program, eyes completely transfixed on the screen as he nibbles away at some cookies. The remote control on his stomach seems to move with his body as he drags his feet back and forth.
You stare at Jimin from a distance, eyes boring into him like daggers meant to kill. You have a burning desire to find him dead atop that couch so you can simply dispose of his body just you would with all the other trash.
“Why the hell are you here again?!” You shout from the top of the stairs, louder than you originally intended. Your expression twists into one of complete irritation and disgust. Jimin doesn’t spare a glance at you, and acts as if you had never spoken.
To your displeasure, the idiot always seems to find his way back into your house. It’s usually when your brother isn’t home, but occasionally Jimin invites himself over even when Yoongi isn’t present. He ever engages in something productive; he never does anything that you would ultimately benefit from. He just glues his ass on the couch like an annoying tick. However, instead of sucking blood, Jimin drains from your family’s resources; he eats your food, hogs your TV, and practically lives off you just like the parasite that he is. It not as if he has nowhere else to go. You’re fully aware that he has an apartment of his own; it just so happens that Jimin is so indolent he can’t find the energy to make food or go grocery shopping for himself.
Jimin is your brother’s best friend, and you’ve known him for as long as you can remember. At first, you’d taken interest in him— but that was a long time ago, and you had only been seven or eight years old. You had used to play with Jimin a lot, intrigued by him and his unique interests and hobbies. It wasn’t only this that had attracted you to him; he would never oppose to you doing ‘cool’ things with him like using his phone, despite the fact that you were significantly younger than him. Sometimes Jimin had even let you watch age-restricted action movies with him when he was asked to babysit you. Your mother and brother had a lot of trust in him, they trusted him to care for you and that he would do so effectively. They had been in awe of him when they realized he was the only one that could put you to sleep without causing you to have a tantrum when you “didn’t want to go to sleep just yet”. But as the years went by, you got older and so did he.
There had been times when Jimin wasn’t at your house as frequently as he typically was; it was usually when he had a girlfriend to keep him occupied. To be honest, you have no idea as to exactly how many girls he’s dated in his lifetime. You only know from your brother that the number is impossibly large, only describable in Yoongi’s terms by “a shit-ton”. When you had turned sixteen a year ago, Jimin was already twenty-two years old; it made you think about just how much he’s matured since he was a teenager. To you, he seemed more sensible, more dominant, and headstrong in a way; although still retaining some childish qualities. The point in time when this development had become most apparent to you was when Jimin made a move on you.
One evening, Jimin and your brother, Yoongi, had gone to a college party; it was the sort of party that was mandatory unless committing social suicide was rated highly on your bucket-list. Your brother wasn’t the type to enjoy parties, and he would have to be persuaded for weeks to concede. Jimin, on the other hand, was the type of person who would drink until he could barely recite his own name.
When they had come back from the party, you were perched on the couch watching a movie, waiting to see if they had made it back safely. You were sitting peacefully until Yoongi had literally burst through the door, a completely alcohol-consumed Jimin slung over his shoulder. Jimin’s eyes were heavy and despondent as he’d fallen onto the couch beside you. The situation had been something you were entirely accustomed to — until he positioned his arm around you. That had been the first and last time that Jimin had ever come so close to you. You’d tried to tell yourself over and over again that it was just the alcohol corrupting his ability to think straight, but you knew it couldn’t justify what he did next. A waterfall of obscene compliments had tumbled from his lips, soft whispers in your ear, mumbling something about how sexy you had become. Inevitably, Yoongi had spotted what Jimin was trying to do and promptly yanked him away from you harshly, before throwing him out of the house.
You couldn’t completely grasp what happened, but you had become aware that Jimin didn’t visit your house for over five weeks after the incident. You were certain that it was all to Yoongi’s credit. After that night, he wanted Jimin as far away from you as possible. Perhaps Yoongi had offered to buy Jimin an airplane ticket to somewhere on the other side of the globe; you definitely wouldn’t put it past him. Yoongi had explained to you that he had gotten into a huge fight with Jimin, but all that it resulted in was Jimin insisting he couldn’t remember flirting with you.
You had been on neutral terms with Jimin but after the episode, you both reached a mutual hatred. It was mainly because you were awkward as hell about the whole situation; while Jimin claimed to recall nothing, every single detail was still embedded in your mind as though it were only yesterday. You remember the soft sensation of his warm breath blowing against your ear, the strong scent of alcohol that had radiated from his body, and his dark eyes, filled with lust. You remember it all, and every time the memories hit you, the hurt and pain only increases. If only you’d jumped away from Jimin that night, if only you had tried to stop him. But in truth, you had just frozen in place, like a petty criminal that had been caught with a murderer’s blade. You hadn’t moved at all until Yoongi kicked Jimin out of the house and came back to you, asking if you were okay.
You are almost seventeen now; the incident had occurred nearly a year ago and yet, it is still ingrained in your memory, like a permanent tattoo etched into your skin. The initial awkwardness has faded, but there is still a bitter aftertaste in your mouth every time you see him.
You trample down the pristine, white staircase, refusing to take your murderous eyes off of Jimin. A few seconds later Yoongi enters, grasping snacks in his left hand and alcohol in his right. A stream of froth from the beer trickles down the side of the glass, towards Yoongi’s hands. The familiar scent of alcohol causes Jimin to remove his feet from the table swiftly, sitting upright and carelessly tossing the remote control next to him.
“Y/N? What’s wrong? Do you need something?” Yoongi questions, upon noticing your presence. He busily arranges the various snacks and drinks on the glass coffee table directly in front of Jimin.
“Actually, I was just hungry,” you seethe, striding past them.
You feel a pair of eyes burning into your back like tiny beams of ultraviolet light. You can already anticipate who it is. When you catch a glimpse of his eyes following your every move, you begin to feel the same residual awkwardness once again.
“We’re watching a movie. You can join us,” your brother offers nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders flippantly.
“No!” Jimin and you declare in unison; Jimin with a low, gruff voice and you with an infuriated, high-pitched one.
Yoongi raises his eyebrows in question, positioning himself comfortably beside Jimin. “Wow…okay then. No.” The two resume searching through movies for something to watch.
Your feet patter on the tiles of the kitchen floor as you opened the cabinet to grab some pringles. They’re stowed on the top shelf, making it difficult for you to reach them. Thankfully, after some unique, unconventional acrobatics you manage to snatch the pringles. With the can of chips secure in your arms, you quickly stomp out of the kitchen past the two boys so you can disappear upstairs and keep your distance from Jimin.
“Don’t eat too many or you’ll get fat, kid.” Jimin calls with a relaxed tone, smirking haughtily.
“Shut the fuck up and kiss my ass, loser.” You growl through gritted teeth as you gesture to your butt. The stairs creak noisily as you drag yourself upstairs before slamming your bedroom door shut, loud enough for them to hear.
“What the hell is wrong with you two?” Yoongi interrogates Jimin.
“It’s not my fault,” Jimin shoots back, tossing an M&M into his mouth.. “She’s been rude to me for almost a year, so I’m being rude back.”
“You don’t like her, do you?”
Jimin just shrugs, trying not to show even the tiniest bit of emotion under Yoongi’s scrutiny. He shifts a few times on the couch uncomfortably, forcing himself to focus on the screen in front of him.
He didn’t hate you, he never did, he never could. To be honest, he liked you more than he should have, more than Yoongi or yourself could ever imagine. Out of all of Yoongi’s friends, Jimin was the one that saw you for the woman you were. Granted that you were only a young woman but you were maturing into something so beautiful, so alluring. Something had changed in you and strangely, he was the only one that had seemed to recognise that. At some point, he just started having trouble with controlling himself around you but at the same time, he wanted to be able to see you and that was exactly why he would always come back. He had dated so many girls, potentially to distract himself, potentially in hope of finding another Y/N that might be good enough to fulfil his inmost desires. But every single girl that he would date, would lead him back to you. He craved you, he didn’t understand it but he did. Of course, he would never admit it to anyone, you were only sixteen but he couldn’t guarantee that he would be able to control himself much longer.
When the movie was over, he and Yoongi stood up and cleaned up the place. Jimin went to dispose of the remnants of the cigarettes that Yoongi and he had smoked during the movie. Your brother had started smoking at a fairly young age and he clearly had no intention of stopping but Jimin wasn’t a big smoker; he only did it when he was stressed or when Yoongi would pressure him into lighting one up and ‘loosening up a little’. It was a little unsettling for you because you had noticed small traits in Jimin that would lead him to smoking. At first, his hands would shake slightly then you would notice something change in his facial expression. It was tragic to watch, it was as though he was desperately calling out for something to help him, for something to calm him down a little. Time and time again this would lead to the same tobacco-filled paradise positioned between his blanched lips.
Once he had come back inside, Yoongi was almost done with bringing all the empty packages and beer bottles to the kitchen so that he could throw them away tomorrow morning. “I’ll do this.” Jimin announced with Yoongi immediately understanding what he meant. The soft creaking of stairs was heard once again as Yoongi crept upstairs to his room. Jimin remained in the kitchen a little longer, cleaning away all the glass and rubbish. It was these little things that made it okay for him to stay here and act the way that he did. Both your mom and Yoongi were always fine with it. To her, he was almost like a second son and he had learnt that very well.
“No, he’s an asshole even if he looks sexy.” Jimin heard a voice and stopped washing up the dirtied plates for a moment. “Yeah, yeah.” He knew that it was your voice, it had the same delicate but low tone, it was one of the many things that he loved about you - how your voice wasn’t high-pitched, how it was soft and profound. However, it seemed as though you hadn’t even noticed that he was in the kitchen. “Yes, he’s so hot and he’s actually my age! So maybe Yoongi would at least consider letting me date him…because I’m ready for a relationship. I want a boyfriend but I’m just afraid-I’m afraid that no one wants me.” He looked forward into the mirror in front of him, staring at his reflection looking back at him. His thoughts began to wander, who was it that you were talking about? He had already assessed that it was not him so who could it be?
“I…I never thought about doing it with him, stop asking questions about that.” You sighed. You really hated it when people would ask you stuff about sex because you weren’t sure about what you wanted yet, it needed to be the right time with the right person.
In that moment, Jimin crossed your mind and your eyes expanded massively. Slowly, you shook your head to tried to rid your mind of the ridiculously inappropriate fantasies that you were having, clearing your throat and swallowing hard. You lay across the couch, fiddling with the hem of the shirt you were wearing as you spoke to your friend about all the things that should remain unspoken. “Maybe, Jungkook will ask me out…I don’t want to make the first move.” You said on the phone whilst your friend asked you for more information on Jungkook, insisting on finding out every detail possible about him.
But then suddenly she took a big turn in the conversation, surprising you so much that it almost threw you off of the couch. “If it’s not Jungkook then just ask Jimin.”
“WHAT?!”
“I mean you know him well and you both make a pretty good couple in my eyes.” You almost choked on air, “Shut up?! He’s too old and-”
“And he’s way older than you? It’s just six years, Y/N. My parents are ten years apart.”
“If they are older, it’s fine but I’m sixteen and he’s twenty-three, wouldn’t it…be illegal?” The thought of it made you rub your legs against each other out of uncomfortability before you readjusted yourself on the couch awkwardly. You narrowed your eyes a little before shutting them completely. Jimin was an asshole but you had always wondered how good he was in bed after you had seen one girl leaving his apartment looking like a complete mess. She had makeup strewn across her face like she was meant to be some sort of abstract art piece, her hair was knotted and unsystematic, her clothes were lopsided. You had never had sex but in some really perverse way, he made you think about it, think about what it might be like: this was only really enhanced after you encountered that girl.
In reality, you didn’t dislike Jimin, you knew him well and you knew he would always remain loyal and trustworthy to those that he truly cared for, even if he seemed to hate you right now. On the other hand, he could make any girl out there drool all over him and you were also a girl - there was no exception to the rule. He was loyal and he was a panty dropper, there was absolutely no doubt in your mind that every girl wanted to jump on him. You really hated the fact that he had suddenly become this hot-shot: you would have preferred some pre-warning or a set of terms and conditions that informed you with exactly what to expect from him. He had become so flirty that you were mad at him 24/7. It only took his presence to drive you insane but then there was this cheeky, indirect flirting that he would try and do sometimes, he would be so suggestive and flirtatious: you hated it so so much.
When you realised that the conversation with your friend was progressing in a direction that was getting less dirty, less about sex and boyfriends, you sprung up from the couch and went upstairs again. You had only gone downstairs in the first place so that Yoongi wouldn’t be able to hear anything that you were saying. He would have killed you if he had known the kinds of conversations you had with your friends.
He listened carefully as you left, the gentle creaking of the stairs emerging once again to fill the familiar silence. He picked up the plate and continued to clean it but he stopped midway through, slumping against the cabinet and running one of his wet hands through his hair. An abysmal sigh escaped his mouth, one of both conviction and confusion. He had heard every single word that had fallen out of your mouth and this time, he knew that it was him that you were talking about. A glimmer of hope appeared at the forefront of his conscience but he repressed it as he stared into the vast nothing in front of him. It wasn’t so simple. Even if you thought about him with some feeling, he knew that what he craved the most from you could never happen.
When he was completely finished, he flicked the light switch and quietly narrowed the gap between the wall and the door. It was late already and Yoongi had probably gone upstairs and fallen asleep almost instantaneously. He crept through the dark living room to the front door so that he could leave. He began to sling his coat over his body but he stopped. He wanted to know more, it was very possible that you would say more about him. Curiosity plagued his conscience…
He placed his coat back in the position that it was previously found in, leaving it hanging on a clothes peg in the entrance way. Almost involuntarily, his feet began to move in the general direction of the staircase. Before he noticed, he was already upstairs. The hallway was consumed by darkness, just like the remainder of the house but there was a glimmer of light that escaped from the safety of your room. The door was only partially open, only a single stream of light reflecting itself onto the landing in front of him. He came closer to the door, peering through it and opening it a little more with one hand so that he could get a better view of you. This time, you weren’t talking to your friend, your voice was the only voice that he heard: mumbling things under your breathe yet it remained entirely audible.
As his eyes adjusted to the light, he could see you in your underwear, trying to unclasp your bra. Strange sensations scratched at the end of his fingertips as his fingers began to itch to touch your skin. “Come on, you piece of shit.” You mumbled to yourself. This particular black bra was a little defect at the opening but it was still your favourite so you didn’t plan on throwing it away anytime soon. It was comfortable, despite the immense annoyance that it caused you every time that you would try and undo the clasp. His hands were moving by themselves by this point, they continued to push the door open, opening it completely. Your back was to him as you almost tore your hair out trying to get that bloody clasp undone. Jimin stood there, leaning against the doorframe, staring at the gentle wiggle of your butt as you jumped on the mattress in an attempt to get it open.
“I swear to God!” You groaned loudly as the strange combination of alcohol and cigarettes hit your nostrils.
“Do you need help?” Your eyes enlarged to twenty-times their normal size and you threw your head back. Your eyes met Jimin’s, a small smirk drawn perfectly across his face. You stumbled back, losing your balance.
“Oh my God!” You swiftly went to grab at the blanket behind you so that you could wrap it around your body. “What the heck?! Leave, stalker!” You grabbed behind you again to throw a pillow at him, which landed on the floor not so far from his feet.
He raised an eyebrow, glancing at the pillow with little stars on it. “Cute pillowcase, kid.” He smirked once more but this time it was more of a ‘I caught you out, bitch’ smirk.
“Shut up!” You vocalised as he raised his hands to surrender before shrugging his shoulders loosely, the long necklace clinking a little as he did so.
He had always been like this, he would actively go out of his way to make you feel as awkward as possible. It all seemed as though it was a little game that he thoroughly enjoyed playing with you, without you wanting to be any part of it. He enjoyed twisting your feelings, you were sure of it. Why couldn’t he just leave you alone?
With that said, his footsteps faded into the distance as he made it downstairs. Once you were certain that he wouldn’t come back, you finally breathed out a sigh of relief, allowing yourself to fall effortlessly onto your bed, hands cupping your own face. “I can’t with him.”
The next morning, you woke up pretty early with the sun shining directly onto your face through your open curtains, you must have forgotten to shut them last night. As the light entered your eyes, you narrowed them so that they were near-closed. A slight pain burned through your eyes from the immense light intensity. For some reason, your head ached with it. You hated early mornings so you threw your blanket over your body and moved under your sheets so that you could disappear completely. Weird noises escaped your mouth as your rolled around, trying to get comfortable again.
You could hear Yoongi’s voice coming from directly outside your door. His voice was generally pretty decent but in the mornings, his voice was almost the most annoying voice that you might have been able to hear. But then, you heard Jimin’s voice as well and it reached a new level of annoyance - his voice was definitely the voice you didn’t want to hear the most. Why in the world was he here again? It was so early in the damn morning. Unintentionally, you heard them talking about some girls that they had met just a few days ago; they both sounded like they were about to die from dehydration after drooling over them so much. At least, if they would die then they wouldn’t be annoying you right now.
After being able to feel the fluffy blankets on your naked skin once more, a sense of warmth was able to consume you entirely. But you got bored after some time and popped your arm out of the blankets that had become your warm little cocoon. You tried to grab your phone from the nightstand that was positioned next to your bed. The small array of items that could be found there made it easier to identify which one your phone was. Once your hands were able to recognize the familiar smooth feeling of your screen, you wrapped your hands around it and dragged it under the sheets with you.
‘No messages.’
Of course. It was summer break and all of your friends were in completely different countries enjoying their free time with their families or doing something entertaining with their other friends. You were always the one that was left behind. You had many people in your life that you were able to get along with really well but it was never a best-friend style of friendship. Either you were just too lazy to move your ass out of the house or your friends didn’t even think about inviting you anywhere, not even as second best. You weren’t even the second choice, nor the third or fourth.
So basically, you were more alone than ever, only ever being able to hang out with Yoongi and his friends, then ever so occasionally with your classmates. These friends of your brother weren’t all like Jimin. Sure, Jimin was his best friend and you knew him the best, but there was also Namjoon and Jin — these guys were the ones that you wished would be staying in your house 24/7. They were way more friendly than Jimin ever had the potential of being. They also never annoyed you; they treated you like a little sister, exactly how it should be. But Jimin had always been so different, he was so close to you but somehow, he always seemed to be in another universe.
Just when you wanted to put your phone away, another message came in and the bright light of your phone almost blinded you. It was a message from another one of Yoongi’s friends, Jungkook.
Jungkook [8:14]: “Hey, Y/N! Are u awake already?”
You [8:14]:“I just woke up, waddup?”
Jungkook [8:14]: “Woah, u’re awake early! Don’t u normally sleep like some kind of zombie until late in the afternoon?”
He was able to make you smile slightly even with such a simple joke. You had actually shown quite the interest in Jungkook and thankfully, he was only two years older than you. He never failed to make you laugh, he was tall, he was handsome. He was always so damn cute and friendly whenever it came to you; he was such a gentleman unlike all of the assholes that seemed to live under your roof.
You [8:15]: “Lol, indeed but my bums ass brother woke me up.”
You [8:15]: “ *dumb “
This time, Jungkook needed a little longer to text you back and you found yourself staring at the screen for a few minutes until the little dots appeared again, demonstrating to you that he was typing.
Jungkook [8:22]: “I want to go to a bar tomorrow night, would u like to come with me?”
You [8:22]: “Sure, who’s coming? I hope there’s at least some ppl I know ;( “
Again, it took him a while to reply and you felt this foreign but weird feeling in your stomach; it was as if you could see something coming and you were right.
Jungkook [8:24]: “Eh… no, I meant just the both of us.”
Now it was official, he wanted to go on a date with you. Of course, in that moment, Jimin crossed your mind. You hated it so much that he was somehow always there, ghosting around in the forefront of your mind. You swallowed hard, fingers hovering over the screen as your thought about how you might be able to respond: you just didn’t know what exactly you should say to him right now. It was a really weird situation. You liked him and you wanted to go out with him but something inside you was trying to convince you that it was wrong. There was some kind of weird gravitation that was trying to pull you away from him like something about this wasn’t meant to happen.
How would Jimin react if you went out with Jungkook? Would he even care? Whatever it was, you were the one that simply shouldn’t care about this. He wasn’t your brother. In all honesty, he was the last person that should know about the shit you were doing. He was just Yoongi’s best friend, nothing more and nothing less. Why did you always seem to feel like a little bird in a huge cage? As if you were his pet? It was like he didn’t want to let go of you because he doubted that you would survive alone in this big world. He always seemed to give you the same feeling, the feeling that you lacked freedom, as if you belonged to him and you were not permitted to make your own choices. It was as if he had deprived you of your liberties. Since when did you care so much about this assholes opinion? You shook your head and tapped away at your phone quickly.
You [8:30]: “Sounds good to me. Which bar?”
Atypical to his previous texting patterns, Jungkook wrote back faster than light.
Jungkook [8:30]: “I’ll pick u up! Is 7pm okay for u?”
You [8:30]: “Perfect!”
You texted him a little more, mainly about how excited you both were. He said that he had been thinking about going to this bar with you for a long time because he thought that this particular bar was really cool and that they always played the music that you both liked a lot. Jungkook even had the same music taste as you and unfortunately, so did Jimin. He always found new music that you liked whilst Jimin always seemed to listen to seductive songs or ones that were fairly fast. Jungkook, on the other hand, had a tendency to listen to slow songs that had some sort of deep meaning behind them but then again, when he was at parties, he also seemed to like a lot of fast songs.
Yet again, you found yourself comparing Jungkook to Jimin: how he wasn’t quite so annoying but also how he wasn’t quite so alluring. Jungkook really wasn’t at all like Jimin. There was something about Jimin that was more domineering, he had something that you had never seen in a man and quite frankly, it intrigued you. He had the perfect style, he had the perfect face: he could literally just move and you’d jump on him.
And then there were his lips, like pillows of seduction, and Jimin’s black hair, which he would pull back whenever he was angry or confused but in your eyes, it was the most attractive thing that would ever grace your eyes. And there was the military tag that he always wore, it had belonged to his father before he died when he was a little boy. The way he spoke was just so adult and you had the feeling that he’d treat his girlfriend like god-damn queen. There was only one small problem when it came to Park Jimin, you were too young for him. You thought that he would never see you as a woman, not only because he always called you ‘kid’ but because he treated you like you were one too.
You hated it when he would call you that, you weren’t really a kid anymore, you were almost seventeen and this meant you were just one year away from being an actual adult! Sometimes, there were these moments where you would just wish that he would see you as a woman. In exactly the same way that you would see him as the man that he truly was. But you were aware of his limits, he only ever dated girls that were over eighteen.
You rolled around in your bed a few times, almost making yourself dizzy from thinking about him too much. You had no idea when you actually started to think about him in this way. The only thing that you did know was that was that your feelings became a complete mess when he tried to flirt with you that night; this was when you started to fantasize about him. Him, as in the boy that was almost a brother to you a year ago, the boy that had always somehow been your best friend, the boy that you had trusted most. Now, he was the man that you just couldn’t stop thinking about, as if he had put a spell on you when he whispered in your ear that night. You wished that you could just forget but you couldn’t. Ever.
Suddenly, you heard a soft knocking on your door so you slowly removed the blanket to expose your face, muttering a little ‘yes’ to demonstrates to the person that they could enter. It was Yoongi that put his head in the space between the door and the wall, peering in a little.
“Y/N, I have something to talk to you about.” He paused momentarily before continuing, “About the holiday that my girlfriend and I are going on?” Ah right, you almost forgot. He was going to leave later today and he still hadn’t found someone that was available to take care of you when he was away. You didn’t really get it, you were definitely old enough to look after yourself for one week and he was fully aware of it. He was just being the same over-protective brother that he never failed to be. You loved him but at some point, it had just become a little too much. A loud groan escaped your semi-parted lips and you slammed your face into the pillow.
“I’m coming.” You muttered into the pillow as you waved your hand to signal to him that he could leave now. Despite the fact that your intentions were barely understandable, he stepped out of your room and closed the door behind him.
Unwashed, with only an oversized hoodie covering your butt and your thighs, you stamped down the stairs just to be welcomed by Yoongi and Jimin sitting on the couch in front of you. Your steps made a soft patting sound every time your naked feet would gently collide with the wooden floor. “Okay, so who will look after me this time? Grandpa, again?” You snapped as you allowed your body to sink into the couch between the both of them.
Jimin bent forward, grabbing the packet of cigarettes before he lifted his weight a little to reach for the lighter in his back pocket. There was more and more stress developing, the blood pumping around his body faster with every second. He couldn’t handle it, he couldn’t handle seeing you like that - with your naked legs so close to him. His fingers itched to drift over your thighs, tenderly caress your soft skin, burrow his head between your legs.
“Fuck.” He almost dropped his lighter as his fingers trembled each time that he tried to take it into his grip. You and Yoongi looked at him in surprise as he tried to flick at the spark wheel to ignite his cigarette. He tried again and again but it wouldn’t work because his hands were shaking too much. He grumbled a little as he rose from the couch to walk into the kitchen.
“Anyway,” Yoongi shook his head as Jimin just up and left, “what I wanted to say was that everyone is busy this week so the only person that I can trust enough to look after you is Jimin.” Your eyes widened a little as your stomach began to turn on itself completely. You tried to swallow away your nervousness. It had been such a long time since you had been completely alone with Jimin. You couldn’t anticipate how this week would be.
“I don’t know if this is such an good idea.” You weren’t entirely sure if you could handle being alone with him for so long. It gifted you with this unsettling sensation in your stomach. In all honesty, you would have preferred Satan to babysit you right now, maybe that would have been easier. At least, it wouldn’t be so mentally-challenging for you. “He won’t even look after me. It’s likely that he’ll eat more than he’ll actually care for me, you know tha-”
“I don’t eat as much as your ass.” Jimin came back into the room, the cigarette absent but the apparent scent of cigarettes still lingered in the air, meaning that he had smoked in the kitchen as you spoke to Yoongi.
“Says the one that ate all the chicken that I ordered FOR ME and YOONGI. Yet, you ate it ALL! You’re a damn trash-can.” You spat out in his direction, scrunching your nose and narrowing your eyes until they almost disappeared into your face. “I do a lot of fitness.” He let himself drop to the couch but he was a little further away from you this time, “It’s normal for me to eat more than you, genius.” He used the remote control to zap through the channels after he turned the TV on. “And what exactly is it that you do? Other than eating and sleeping?”
Immediately, you turned to you brother again. “Okay, so how much do you want for this idiot not to look after me? I’ll do anything!”
“Sorry but it’s already been agreed.” When everything was set you were more than aware that there was nothing you could do to change it. You had to endure this now. Yoongi was happy enough that Jimin had volunteered to help him but you could tell that Yoongi too had his doubts about the whole situation. This was the first time that he had fully trusted Jimin since the time that he hit on you, it was a large step for him.
Since you didn’t want to be alone with Jimin just yet, you followed Yoongi upstairs but entered a different room to him. You grabbed your wash bag with all your skincare products in and and closed the bathroom door behind you, not leaving the smallest of chances to allow someone to enter, considering Jimin had once walked into the bathroom when you were drying your hair, thankfully when you had a towel wrapped pretty securely around your body.
You showered quickly so that you wouldn’t miss the moment that Yoongi would leave. As you stepped out of the shower, you brushed your hair out of your eyes and glanced at your reflection in the clouded mirror. You looked to your right where the polished rails of silver were fixed to the wall, the smooth encasing of metal would normally be draped with towels but this time you were out of luck. Where in hell were all the damn towels? You looked around, opening all of the cupboards in the room in hope of finding something that might cover your body in some way. This was likely some kind of karma that was pushed upon you as punishment for being so rude to Jimin or some other wrongdoing.
Considering that Yoongi was leaving today, it was likely that Yoongi had washed them all so that you had enough for the following week. There was no way in hell that Jimin would gotten off his lazy ass and cleaned them for you. At the end of the day, there was no way that you were going to leave besides allowing yourself to dry off a little and then making a run for it. You pulled out the dryer and blew your body so that you weren’t dripping with water as you formulated your plan.
You wrapped your hands around the door handle, securing your grip before carefully opening the door and peering out into the hallway. Your eyes darted around each object with close observation. No one was to be seen, there was no sign of movement so your eyes fixated on the door, evaluating the time period that it might take you to reach your bedroom.
You opened the door fully and gasped a little as the cold air collided with your skin, drawing small goosebumps all over your body, taking a few glances at the stairs to see if anyone was coming up. When you turned your face away from the stairwell, you collided with another body at high speed. You shrieked a little in surprise as you looked up to see Jimin standing directly in front of you. He looked down at you with widened eyes as you watched him slowly losing his balance.
“What the f- uuck?” His knees weakened slowly as he reached for the door frame for support, trying to maintain his balance. The necklace he wore pressed against your collarbone, the icy feeling of metal burning through your body, clearly being exposed to the cold feeling. Your slightly wet feet slipped on the wooden floor every time that you tried to take a step away from him. Your hands gripped immediately on his forearms and your cheek pressed against his chest for support, “Oh my God!” It left your mouth more like a prayer than a non-religious expression of frustration.
Something fell behind you, his phone colliding with the ground as he began to stumble for real this time. He couldn’t hold your weight anymore or try to regain his balance. He was falling and so were you. You both landed on the ground with you naked on top of him. You looked up at him as he looked down at you, shock still drawn across your face. Before he had even realized what happened, you screamed once more.
A/N: This is my second smut and I hope y’all still like it. I’m not the best in writing smut, I know. But I just love it, so I’m practicing hard! I know this is a sensitive genre with the age difference but life is not always perfect in my opinion and this kind of situation can definitely happen.. I mean love is love… and you can fall for anyone no matter what age ( I don’t talk about kids and older men ok! That’s a whole other story and disgusting! )
The last scene (where they run into each other) is inspired by the move “The Proposal” !
Summary: You, a shy, insecure girl, experiences hell (aka. school) every day of your life when Jimin, the popular, perfect man that everyone is somehow afraid of, suddenly takes a huge interest in you. Maybe he wants way more than just to play with your feelings.
Pairing: You x Jimin
Genre: Smut [ +18 ], dom!Jimin, fuckboy!Jimin, tiny tiny bit angst, slow sex, rough sex
Word Count: 14k (long as f-)
Index: 01, 02, 03
Suddenly, a hand reached around your stomach, pulling you back with so much strength that all you could do was succumb to his power.
“NO!” You hit his arm and pulled on it repetitively as you tried to get him to loosen his grip on you. You stumbled as he pulled you even further back, tugging you down onto the couch, sitting between his legs. He hugged you tightly from behind with his cheek rested on your head. “Stay here.” His quiet voice traveled to your ear, making you even more angry. “You misunderstood something.”
What the hell could you have misunderstood?! Everything was so clear, so set out and, if there was one thing you weren’t, it was dumb.
“It wasn't easy to make you fall in love with me. It was so hard for me to constantly get rejected by you. I just wanted to touch you, I wanted to kiss you at so many moments - sometimes as you sat there on the train, looking out of the window, sometimes as you smiled up at me with those bright eyes of yours.” His voice got even softer.
You couldn't believe what he was saying right now. In this moment, you were sure you must have been dreaming, “I can't count the times that I imagined being able to hold you in my arms as we sat together, or all the times I wished that I would be able to wake up beside you.” He was lying, wasn't he? There was no way that he wasn’t trying to play you right now. “I know that I'm not the best for you but I can try and I will try. God, you have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now. I want to see you run around in my apartment everyday, I just want you to be here by my side all the time.” He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
Your tears dried on your cheek as you seemed to fall back into the false-reality that you had fabricated around you. “I don't know what games you're talking about but this wasn't a game for me, it never was.” Your body began to tremble as he held you even tighter. You still held onto his arm but your grasp on him was weak since all your strength had left your body. You gradually began to calm down, your hand falling onto his thigh. Your eyes were focused on his shoes. It felt so unreal to you, it was unreal that he had hugged you and that you were there sat between his legs, feeling his slight inhalations on your skin.
“I slept around a lot, that's true. But when I saw you, something in me changed. I didn't feel a need to touch other girls anymore, something was different. For so long, I was confused about it. But then I realised I really cared about you.”
There was still something you needed to know and you were afraid of the answer but curiosity was just sparking within you.
“That night…you called me. Who was there with you?” You hoped that he might misunderstand you but unfortunately, he didn’t. He raised his head a little bit, laying a hand on your cheek and turning your head to the left so that you could catch a glimpse of his fitness equipment. “I did cardio and an old friend of mine was here. I told her about you and then she just started to joke around with her usual shit.” Wow, you felt dumb. You also didn't feel like he was lying. He had tried everything to keep you with him, to explain everything to you. His voice sounded so certain and confident, he didn’t hesitate for a second. It really didn't sound as if he was lying.
His necklace slowly dug into your back as he was really holding you quite securely. Honestly, in this moment you didn’t really know what to say. You believed him but it had already hit you as to just how embarrassing this whole situation was. “J-jimin,” He just hummed behind you as you called for him. Something about that made you feel weirdly content with the whole situation, you couldn’t really understand it all that much but you knew it felt right. “your necklace is cutting into my back.” You said with a soft voice, proceeding with a little movement to signal that you felt slightly uncomfortable.
He let go of you immediately, placing his hands behind himself to support his weight. “I'm sorry.” You could hear the sound of metal clinking as he pulled his necklace over his head and held it loosely. “Does this necklace mean something to you?”
“Hm?” He hummed with a little confusion, looking at you from behind. “No, it's just a necklace that I like a lot.” He picked it up again, laid his arms around you, looking over your shoulder and holding the necklace in front of your face. It was a pretty long necklace with a cross as a pendant. In all honesty, you had been really drawn to this necklace ever since the day that you had seen it. As you touched it, you felt the smooth silver graze your fingers tenderly. You had wanted to touch it since day one. It had always looked too nice on him, it defined his chest and really suited him stylistically. “You can have it, if you want to.”
“No!…No.” You quickly interrupted him. You liked this necklace a lot but the main reason that you liked it so much was because you liked the way that he wore it: it really did suit him. There was no way that it would ever look as cool on you as it looked on him. Jimin bent forward a little and positioned the necklace onto the table neatly. You traced his movements as he moved forward, making it easier for him to reach the table. It was really comfortable, you felt protected and you really did like it.
He played with your hair a little, laying it across one shoulder. His lips suddenly touched your neck, it made you jump up. You touched the place where his lips had collided with your skin as you looked at him in shock. “What are you doing?!”
He stood up, taking a few steps closer to you. He looked towards you with no smile on his face, his eyes way darker than before. In a way, it scared you a little. He just stared at you for minutes, saying nothing. It looked like he was having a war in his mind, as if he was debating what to say to you.
“W-what?” You vocalised, wanting to sound at least a little more confident than you had managed to succeed with. Unfortunately, the small breaks in your voice let you down. His hands grazed your hips, pushing the material of your clothes a little higher, without exposing any skin. “Is it too much to ask you to stay?”
Since you had found out that he had the same feeling for you, you really did want to be able to spend the day with him. It really did seem a little too early to say goodbye.
“Uhm, yes. Why not? We can…we can - uh - watch movies? I can take the last train.” You struggled to remember what time the last train might come. It was sometime between 9pm and 10pm, or maybe it was 11pm. It didn’t matter that much, you were sure you wouldn't be staying that late. No one waited for you at home anyway so you were sure it would be fine.
Jimin looked down for a moment, smiling more to himself than to you. When he smiled, there was always a little softness to it but he still had this rough and dangerous look on his exterior. Beside that, it was so strange to see him smile, he looked super cool but at the same time so damn beautiful. It was weird.
Then, he looked up again, crossing your line of sight with his dark, piercing one. His smile died as he pulled you closer to him. Jimin bent forward, the closer he came the more your eyes widened. Your head moved back a little bit. He shook his head slightly, “I'm going to kiss you.” Once he said this, his rough voice trapped you in complete awe. He continued to stare at your lips, flicking across your features. “Don't reject me.” He whispered the last words as they came over his plump lips with an element of sadness and lust combined.
His lips moved closer, so close that you weren't properly able to think about what was going to happen. He made it even worse for you when he actually told you what his intentions were - it was almost better to suspend you in curiosity. His lips only were a few centimeters away from you now. Panic overcame your body and your entire soul.
“Wait!” He stopped, looking directly into your eyes with surprise and confusion glazing his eyes. He stayed in place, he didn't come closer, he also didn’t move any further back. “You know, uhm…my bag, I really need it and-”
He suddenly cupped your face with his hand and connected your lips with his.
And with that, he stole your first kiss.
He moved his lips expertly against yours, he did all the work, you just followed his movements. God, you didn't know that it would feel so good to kiss him. He kissed you for a long time but not long enough to take your breath away completely.
He disconnected your lips from his but you weren't ready for that just yet. It felt too good to let it end now. Quickly, your hands found their way to his face, holding him close, as you moved forward “Oh god no, just a little longer.”
Now, you were the one kissing him. Right now, you really didn't care if you looked desperate or not. You just wanted to feel his lips on yours a little longer. You felt him smile against your lips as he removed your hands from his face to position them around his neck.
He took control of the kiss really quickly just like he had before. Suddenly, he entered your mouth with his warm tongue. You froze for a moment before you looked at his closed eyes as he enjoyed the moment. Almost instantaneously, you closed your eyes again, letting him do what he seemed to do best. He bit at your lower lip and fought skillfully with your tongue. He pressed himself against you, causing you to slowly walk back, stumbling a few times. Your bodies were already very close, so connected that it wasn't possible for the two of you to get any closer. You hit the cold wall behind you, his lips not leaving yours the whole time. Once you realised that you couldn’t breathe anymore, you laid your hands against his chest and pushed him back slightly, “Ji-...sto-” You tried to talk into the kiss.
He finally left your lips before he lay his forehead against yours, leaving his eyes closed and licking his lips like he had never tasted something so good in his life. His chest rose and fell rapidly, almost in time with yours.
“What?” He asked with minor annoyance because you broke the kiss. But when he spoke it was no more than just a whisper, so quiet that you almost didn't understand him it all - he was so trapped in the moment.
“I…I need to pee.” You whispered back at him as he opened his eyes. His forehead slid against yours and his head fell onto your shoulder with disappointment. “Sure.”
It took him a little time to finally disconnect your bodies and let you out of his little cage against the wall. He gave you one last kiss: “It's the first door on the left along the hallway.”
You followed his directions, almost running along the hallway before closing the bathroom door behind you. You leaned against the door, running a hand through your hair. What the hell just happened? You had just been subjected to so much that you could barely process all of it. For some reason, he had told you that he's attracted to you. You yelled at him with your feelings for him, you sat between his legs for a good twenty minutes and…
…you kissed.
You went to toilet and the whole time, all you could think about was what had happened and what might happen once you step out of the room. Suddenly, fear began to build in your body as you sat on the edge of the bathtub, literally trembling at the idea of seeing him after that heated kiss.
After a good ten minutes, you left the bathroom but you just stood in the hallway, not daring to take a single step closer to the living room.
If you were forced to face him again, wouldn't it be really weird? You just kissed, it would be odd to act like none of that had ever happened. You didn't want to feel awkward, you hated that feeling. Would he just kiss you again without saying anything to you? If he didn’t, what would you talk about? You’re both so different so there’s not that much that you could say now.
You backed up to the door behind you and leaned against it. You could just leave and avoid him for the rest of the weekend. “Shit.” You thought to yourself, looking down at the ground. You couldn't just leave like that, it wouldn't be right. You couldn’t just run away from it forever - especially, not after this kiss. You had literally confessed to each other only minutes ago and you were thinking about leaving. You can't run away from everything, at least not today.
Another question plagued your mind: was he your boyfriend now? If that was the case, you would probably spend almost every minute together from now on. It was your first time having a boyfriend or being someone’s girlfriend, you had no idea what you needed to do or even what that might entail.
“Y/N?” Your head shot up, eyes widening when you spotted Jimin at the other end of the hallway.
“Are you alright?” He slowly came closer until he was standing directly in front of you, keeping only a little distance in an attempt not to scare you. He knew that it was all new to you and that he might have let you experience a little too much. He already knew you pretty well, you were kind of an open book to him, and he read you as if he were a believer reading the Bible.
“Y-yes, I'm alright!” You looked up and forced a smile over your lips. You were so afraid of all this, you felt as if you had just stressed yourself out so much already. Being this close to someone was new for you. He would be your second half, he will know everything about you - inclusive of all your flaws. At some point, he will also see you naked. All of this scared the shit out of you. “You are afraid, I can see it on your face.” He said with a deeper voice, almost soft.
“I-I don't know…what happens now.” It was so hard for your mouth to form those words, so hard that you doubted that they’d ever come out at all. However, you were so glad that you could bring yourself to say them even if your voice was more shaky than ever.
“Well,” He started, grabbing your pullover and pulling you closer to him before encasing you in a warm embrace, “first, you will tell me all about yourself and if you want to know it, I'll tell you more about myself.” He disconnected your bodies once again to look at you. “And second, we will watch a movie that you like.”
He kept everything that he said. He asked you literally every question that he could whilst he made you a hot chocolate. He seemed intrigued, he would get you to extend on anything and everything. Once he had made you your drink, he pulled a coke out of the fridge for himself. After he had plucked every detail from you, he told you all about himself. You found that the pair of you actually spoke a lot. He had never really had a bad life but he had experienced a lot of family struggles. His parents left him at sixteen, they took off - left the city and never returned. They had always paid for everything that he needed, his aunt had checked up on him once or twice when he was a little younger. However, his aunt had never really liked him all that much and he had never liked her either so after hit eighteen, she never came to visit him again.
At this point, even his calls from his parents became a rarity. As the years went on, all of this just got worse. When he hit nineteen, his dad never dropped him completely - basically disowning him. His mother would sometimes call but it was only when she wanted something from him. He had forgotten their voices by now even if he had tried to remember. He didn’t mind that much though, he was never close to his parents anyway.
The only person inside his family that he had truly loved was his sister. She did a lot for him, cared for him, checked up on him; she did everything she could - right up until she couldn’t anymore. She died from cancer just before his parents left him for good. In his darkest of times, his sister could no longer be there to guide him - maybe this was why he became so independent? Honestly, the loss of his parents seemed like nothing in comparison to the pain that he felt when she died. At first, he struggled to be alone but he learned how to live with it. He grew up quickly, maturing rapidly for someone of sixteen. It was almost unbelievable for someone so young to become so intellectual, so developed but he managed it - all alone. He passed it off with the idea that money could buy almost everything. To some extent, that was true but his past was almost heartbreaking.
At nineteen, he began to realise the kind of impact he could have on women. With everyone that had left him, he was alone. He would have done anything to kill the loneliness: for him it was unbearable. At some point, he figured out that he could manipulate women into saving him from that, he began to wrap them around his finger with such ease that it almost became a survival instinct. He started to work but he couldn’t stay in one place for too long - he would either get fired or bored beyond belief. Eventually, he gave up on it all.
At some point, his loneliness transitioned into boredom: he would sleep with handfuls of women in the same week just to fill the ever-present void in his heart and mind. He thrived on the idea that women were desperate for him, it was a way that he could feel wanted for once. Over time, he even got bored of the women. But then he met you and something made the loneliness disappear from his mind.
“Suddenly, there was only you. I wanted to talk to you, I wanted to spend time with you and-and you became…the only woman that I wanted to touch.” His words were laced with a sense of caution as they unravelled from his perfect lips. You sensed yourself flickering between his eyes in response. Honestly, it was a little foreign to you to yearn for someone’s presence like this. His lips were addicting, his scent was addicting, he was addicting. You broke yourself from your trance, physically shaking yourself out of it.
You thoughts began to wonder, causing your recollections to flicker from the idea of kissing Jimin to what you might do once you got home. Honestly, any possibility seemed mundane to you by this point. With the intense emotions that you had been drowned in today, you felt like there was nothing that could compare. He nestled his head into your neck, “What are you thinking about?” His voice flowed from his mouth like gold.
“Not much.” You mouthed.
“You hungry?” He asked, glancing at the clock on the wall.
It was pretty late by this point but you figured that there was probably enough time to eat something. You could feel your stomach grumbling slightly as well. You were only a little hungry but it would save you buying something on the way home. You nodded slightly at his words.
“Okay, pizza sound good?” He asked as he pulled his phone out from the pocket of his jeans. For once, you hadn’t seen him infatuated by it, he wasn’t tapping away at the screen constantly. In fact, he hadn’t been doing so all the time that you’d been with him, from the first moment that he met you this morning until now. You nodded once more.
You thought about paying so you tapped at your jeans for some cash. Then you remembered that he still had your bag.
“Hey, Jimin,” You began, “where’s my bag?”
“Why do you want it?” He responded with a small smirk drawn across his face. His smile was warm and genuine.
You sensed yourself shuffle on the couch: “I just wanted to pay you for the pizza.”
A small chuckle escaped his beautifully parted lips, “You’re funny, Y/N. But I’m paying.”
“Please let me pay at least half.” You bargained with him as he looked at you as though you were the only thing in the room.
“You can’t if I don’t give your bag back.” He smirked. This time it was a little more mischievous looking, like he had found the ultimate flaw in your plan.
And it was true. If he didn’t return your bag then there was no way that you could pay anyway.
You felt yourself inwardly sigh. It felt weird to have someone spend money on you. It was just something that you were simply not used to. You’d always been fairly independent and never had anyone pay for you, excluding your parents before you had a job.
“Fine.” You quickly surrendered to him, to which he smiled in triumph.
***
Some time later, the doorbell rang. His apartment was so big that the sound of the doorbell echoed throughout the entire room. He rose from the couch beside you and walked towards the door. It felt strange without him beside you: like something was missing, even though, in reality, he was just an addition. You had managed to live without him for the majority of your life but now, it was starting to feel like he had been there for a while.
Soon, you saw him saunter back towards you. He had a large pizza box in his arms and a smile worn on his face. Although he was nowhere near cute, he did have a very attractive smile. That was something that confused you more about the enigma of Park Jimin: even in moments where people would typically be considered cute, he wasn’t. He was somehow capable of making everything highly attractive.
The veins on his arms were revealed underneath the sleeve of his pullover as he placed the box onto the table.
“Eat.” He stated simply as he flicked open the box and continued to watch another film that was playing on the television.
You picked up a piece of the pizza that was fitted in the box. As you pulled it towards you, the cheese began to string on its pathway to your mouth. You took a bite out of the slice, it was pretty good pizza. Although it wasn’t as good as the way your sister made her pizza, it was still delicate on the stomach and you didn’t think that it would lead you to feel sick later.
You glanced at the clock on the wall and then took another bite of your pizza. A second later, you glanced back at the clock with widened eyes.
Shit. It was late. It was so late. The last train would have left about ten minutes ago.
Your jaw dropped as the pizza collided with your jeans after falling from the comfortable grip of you hands. You looked down to see a huge red stain on your thigh and you mentally face-palmed.
“What happened?” He exclaimed, looking to the pizza mark on your leg. You placed your head in your hands, “I missed my train. What am I going to-?”
“Stay.” He cut you off as he nibbled away at a slice of pizza.
You were caught off guard. Thoughts droned around in your mind. You felt your heart racing at one hundred miles per hour: it felt strange. You had never been invited to stay at a guys house before, let alone actually stay there. Would something happen? Even with your fears, you felt a rush of adrenaline shoot through your body. You were intrigued to find out just what it might entail.
You didn’t know whether to be happy that you had missed your train or not. You were so worried for a second. You could have taken a cab but then again, you weren’t really sure if you had enough money for that. You knew that you would have to accept his offer. It would have been nice to have had a choice but then again, maybe you would have been to cowardly to actually agree to anything like that.
At least this gave you the opportunity to get to know him a little better, to become a little more comfortable with whatever this relationship was becoming.
“S-sure.” You stuttered, tumbling over your words as you fiddled with your fingers. His eyes lit up as you responded. He seemed a little too happy with your reply in all honesty. You hoped that he really did like you. He seemed so genuine.
You both ate a little more of the pizza whilst watching a movie that starred one of your favorite actors. You had no idea whether Jimin actually liked this kind of movie or not, regardless he just accepted it and looked at TV screen. This gave you a little chance to study is features even more. Jimin even had a perfect side profile, his hair looked incredibly soft and you felt the urge to touch it.
When the movie ended, there was still once slice of pizza remaining, which at first, no one touched. Jimin pointed at the last piece and you shook your head, signalling to him how full you were.
“Ok, I'll just put it away.” Quickly, he closed the pizza box, walking to the kitchen with it to wrap it in silver foil. He placed it into the fridge, probably to eat another day. You loved how thoughtful he was, even with the little things. He could have just thrown it away but he did it exactly as you would have done it: when there was food leftover, you would always save it for the next day.
“I can show you to the bedroom if you want, I'll sleep here on the couch.” Yes, you were right; he was thoughtful, even if he had something dangerous about him. You couldn’t deny the fact that there was something very rebellious, even bad-boy about him. To your surprise, it was also something that you loved to the bone.
Quickly, you stood up, nodding at his offer to show you to his bedroom. His bedroom was directly on the other side of the hallway. Of course, it was large, just as the rest of the apartment. It was also really comfortable. Jimin walked up to his closet, opened it and looked at you. “You don't have sleeping clothes, so you can just take a shirt that you like.” You stepped closer to the closet, daring to touch a few of his shirts until you spotted a black, big shirt with ‘stüssy’ printed across the front of it.
Luckily, Jimin could offer you a new toothbrush and everything that you needed to get ready for bed. It really was weird, to change your clothes at a man's apartment so that you could get ready for bed. It was a long time since you had slept at someone else’s house, it must have been eight or nine years since the last time. That wasn’t exactly the same thing though, was it? That was just one of your childhood friends when you were quite a lot younger than you were not. This was a completely different situation, you were an adult now, sleeping at another adult’s apartment and this adult was a man. It was definitely new.
When you were done, you stepped out of the bathroom with only his shirt and your panties on. The clothes that you had worn before were pressed to your body, ravelled into a small bundle. You looked into Jimin's eyes whilst he leaned against the wall beside the bathroom. His arms were crossed across his chest. “Damn, you look amazing in my shirt.” He muttered under his breath as he pushed himself off the wall and came closer to you. For a moment, you thought that he might take you into his arms and kiss you but he didn't. He stopped right in front of you and scanned your body very indiscreetly. It made you feel extremely nervous when he looked down at you like that, especially because you had no bra on, just his shirt.
Your cheeks started to burn like fire when he stared into your eyes, “Goodnight.” He said with a quiet, raspy voice, “I hope you will sleep well.” He didn't give you a kiss or anything, he just walked right past you, leaving you stood in the hallway. It was weird, you really thought he would at least hug you but he didn't even dare to touch you. In a way, it kind of it upset you a little, maybe you did something wrong.
You walked into the bedroom, slowly lying onto his bed and god-damn, it smelled like him everywhere. The bedsheets were so incredibly comfortable and with his scent everywhere, it made it even more comfortable. To be honest, it was almost perfect. Almost.
You had seen it so many times in movies how a couple would cuddle together in bed, the woman resting her head on the man's chest, whilst he gently caressed her back. It must have felt so incredible to do this, especially with Jimin. He had been so warm earlier, so compassionate and alluring. This matched with his scent would have been enough to drive you completely insane. Would it be okay to ask him to join you? Would he say yes?
You gathered all your courage and opened the bedroom door. Your steps were slow and almost silent. The only sound was of the soft pitter-patter of your feet on the icy ground. The journey to the living room felt like an eternity. The whole apartment was dimly lit, almost pitch black in areas. You used the flashlight on your phone to find your way. You were so happy that you had been able to charge it. The door to the living room was open a crack and a little light escaped from the inside. Your eyes immediately darted to Jimin lying on the couch, his back to you. Was it really okay to ask him to sleep with him in his bed? Was this definitely alright?
At the end of the day, you just wanted to feel close to him. Plus, you would have to sleep together at one point anyway. The real question was: was that even something he wanted to experience? Earlier, he didn't even want to touch you, maybe this should have been enough for you to get the picture - he probably didn’t want to be close to you at all. But then you realised, everything that you thought was complete bullshit. In fact, you knew it.
“Y/N?” You quickly looked up when you saw him looking at you, “Is everything okay?”
“Uhm, what?! Yes! Yes, I'm fine…I-” You stopped for a moment and looked into his eyes in an attempt to be a little more confident. “I was just-I was wondering…I mean…if…i-if you can…I mean, we in your b-bed and-” He didn't say a single thing, his eyes just widened as a blush landed itself on your entire face. Even if it was dark, you knew he could see just how red your face really was. It was so embarrassing to ask him to sleep with you tonight - it was just so lonely and cold without him. If he says no, what will you do? This couldn’t have been a more embarrassing situation. “You know what? I'm sorry, just forget it. I'm-”
“Yes.” He cut you short. You were so surprised, your eyes were wide with shock. You swallowed hard. “O-okay.” You said, waiting for him to stand up follow you to his bedroom. You wondered if he was as nervous as you were. When you looked at him, he was completely calm: there wasn’t even a bit of nervousness to be found on his face. He probably knew how nervous you were, even if it wasn’t much to be scared of. You might not even cuddle, even though that’s exactly what you wanted from him. Maybe he would just sleep peacefully on his side of the bed and you on your side. It really was no big deal.
You crawled onto the bed when you arrived in the bedroom. Quickly, you sat down, wrapping your body up in his sheets whilst you watched him take his shirt off.
Hold on…
Taking of his shirt?! Why was he taking off his shirt?! He looked at you with dark eyes, slowly crawling onto the bed and over to you. He caged you with his body, slowly leaning further down to you, his lips close to your neck. Your mind was completely blank, there wasn’t a single thought that was able to form successfully in this moment, nothing to tell you how to react. You just laid back, watching him come closer and closer. His sheets pressed against your body as you clamped your legs together.
You looked at his collarbones then you finally realised how perfect his body really was. He was well-formed, his skin was fairly tanned and it was generally soft, flawless. His pants hung low on his hips, making everything even sexier. His blonde hair was messy so he drove his hands through his hair a few times. His earrings swung back and forth a few times, gripping your attention for a few seconds. However, it wasn’t enough to captivate you for long, his face came back into view before you knew it and your eyes wandered to his opened mouth. God, he was so sexy; it made everything ten times harder for you.
One of his hands grabbed at your jaw as he turned your head to one side, in hope of getting a better view of your neck. He bent down even closer and finally his lips connected with your skin. You didn't expect it to feel quite this good - you also didn't know just how sensitive you would be to such an insignificant touch. He nipped at your skin, giving it many kisses. Your eyes shot open, as he sucked on the same spot over and over again, creating a mark. Quickly, you grabbed his shoulder with your hand, causing him to stop right away.
“What?” He drew away and looked back at you with confusion masking his every feature, his eyes flicking between the red mark on your neck and your eyes.
“W-what are you doing?” Of course, your voice broke just like it did every single time and of course, you managed to stutter your life away. You moved underneath him with a little discomfort as you awaited his reply. You tried your best to look directly into his dark eyes as the confusion only grew more intense. “I guess, it's foreplay?” He answered, perplexed. But not even a second later, he realised something and his eyes doubled in size, “Oh my god!” He let his body fall beside you, laughing at himself as he laid his arm over his eyes. “Why are you laughing?” It creeped you out a little that he was just laying there laughing. Your eyes narrowed and you pressed your lips together. What was so funny?
He removed his arm from over his face and let it fall onto the mattress. He looked at you, smiling, “I'm sorry. I misunderstood something.” You didn't really understand what he meant by that so you replayed everything that had just happened once again in your mind. You stared up at the ceiling, grabbing the sheets and holding them close to you as his the sound of his breathing filled your ears.
“What did you misunderstand?” At almost the same time, you turned towards each other. He waited a little while, thinking about exactly what his response might be. Slowly, a small smile washed over his face. He rolled over again, looking back at the ceiling and letting out a little chuckle. “You're really innocent aren't you, Y/N?” He vocalised gently, smiling to himself. And with this, you immediately knew what he had misunderstood: he hadn’t been thinking about cuddling, he had thought that you wanted to sleep with him.
Your heart pounded against your ribcage over and over again, it was so forceful that you could feel the shock waves radiating throughout your entire body. Your breath was shaky and unsteady. You couldn’t help but think about everything that had happened only minutes ago, that scene played on repeat in your mind. Half an hour must have passed whilst you sat there just thinking about all of this. It was okay. It was okay to have sex with him. He was your boyfriend and it wasn’t like anything that he had done had caused you to feel uncomfortable - in fact, it felt good. The sensation drove you crazy to the point where you sort of yearned to feel like that again.
At some point in your life, you would do it anyway: it didn’t really matter whether it was going to be now or later. You wanted to do it, you were just…scared, embarrassed. He might hate your body, he might be disgusted by you: because you weren’t skinny, because you weren’t perfect. He had had sex with many perfect women but now, it was you that laid beside him - the massive downgrade. You, the chubby little girl, had the privilege to lie beside someone so perfect. It was selfish to want more but you knew that you couldn’t run away from your inmost desire forever.
It was time for you to start being a little more brave.
You turned your head towards him: he still was awake, staring at the ceiling just like you were a few seconds ago. You swallowed hard and rolled over a little to touch his naked shoulder softly. He was so warm under your touch, “Jimin, I want…I want to do it.”
His eyes met yours, his mouth open a little in disbelief. He blinked once or twice as he took a moment to truly process what you had just said. He was thinking - that much was clear - thinking about what he might say to you now. In all honesty, you were like a school kid that didn’t dare to form the word ‘sex’ on your lips. “Are you sure about this?” His voice was like honey, smooth and gentle. However, it still held that familiar consistency to it, deep and low.
Your body started to tremble a little from all the feelings that were spreading through your body and from the nervousness that was about to come. Somehow you couldn't talk, your voice was stuck in your throat so you just nodded in response. “But I might not stop.” He didn't make it any better with what he said but you were glad that he was at least being honest with you. Jimin rolled on top of you, arching over your smaller body.
Before he did anything, he just stared into your eyes as if he were getting lost in a galaxy of luminescence. He didn't break the stare even once, not until his lips came closer to your neck and you felt his breathe on your skin. “Say something, babe.” He whispered against your neck. Your voice was still protected by a barricade of apprehension so no words came out - you just nodded once more to give him the green light. His lips attacked your neck, sucking and biting it. You had missed that feeling even if it was just minutes ago. It just felt so good to feel is plump, soft lips on your neck: it was crazy.
His lips wandered to your ear: he nipped gently on your earlobe and ghosted across your cheeks and your nose, before finally connecting his lips with yours. Fighting with your tongue, which was a game that you lost right away, his hands caressed your hips.
His hands slid further down you body, reaching for the hem of your shirt that you were wearing. “I'm going to take this off now, babe.” He warned you but somehow you were so focused on his lips that you didn't hear a word he said. His hands moved, rising your shirt a little higher, exposing your belly slightly. Right in that moment, you broke the kiss, your hands went down to his wrist faster than anyone could have imagined. A slapping sound resonated through the room as you tried so desperately to pull his wrists down. “Don't.” You said, your voice barely audible from the heavy breathing after the prolonged kissing.
“What?” He asked, eyebrows knotted as he looked at you, hand still on the cotton of the shirt, which was already halfway off your body. “I can't…take this off.” You shook your head, trying to ignore how close his face was to yours. He had this slightly angry glimpse in his eyes. You knew that he was mad and that it was so mean of you.
You wanted it, God - you wanted it so bad but you really were afraid: so damn afraid that he might feel disgusted by you. “You want that right?” He asked with a deep, breathy voice. You nodded again, not daring to look at him directly. Meanwhile, you tried your utmost to focus on his manly hand playing with the hem of your shirt. “Good because I won't fuck you with a damn shirt on.” He moved the shirt further up as if your hand wasn’t even there, trying to prevent just that from happening. “W-wait!” Your shirt was past halfway from being entirely pulled off: it was right under your chin, exposing your naked belly and breasts, which were pushed against his naked body. He started kissing you again, preventing you from telling him to stop once again. He pulled away a little, grabbing your wrists and placing them above your head.
He looked down at you, his hair caressing his face as he pointed at you. “Stay like this.” His deep voice was enough to keep you in place just as he had demanded. He grabbed the shirt and pulled it over your head. When it was finally completely off of you, he pulled away a little more, positioning his body between your legs as he slowly undid his belt. “This is an amazing sight. You under me, in my bed, my sheets.”
He bent forward, placing his arms beside you, caging you completely with his body. Your breasts were pressed up against his skin once more. “I've dreamed about this too many times. Fuck.” He attacked your collarbones this time as you stared at his hair, your fingers itching to touch it. You felt this burning desire to run your hands through it and stroke his hair whilst he kissed you so tenderly. However, you weren't sure if he would allow that.
His lips slowly travelled down your body, kissing from your neck to your collarbones to between your breasts. He looked up at you with his chin still resting on your chest. His eyes studied your face expertly just to see how you might react as his mouth rested over a nipple. As his breath hit another of your sensitive areas, he opened his mouth and closed his lips around your nipple, softly licking and biting at it. Your mouth opened, releasing deadly moans. He was still transfixed by your face, he didn’t break eye contact, capturing as many images of your soundless moans as possible.
You wrapped your legs around his hips just so you had something to hold onto and also to stop the trembling throughout your entire body. He licked his way to your other breast and gave it the same attention. You couldn’t do anything but watch him as he went further and further down to your body. “I don't care if you have a belly or not. In the end…” He spread butterfly kisses over your little belly before coming back up to face you once again, gifting you with a peck on the lips. “I just want you all for myself,”
He kissed you a few times more: this time it was all over your face. Soft giggles escaped your mouth as he did so. He smiled a little too but then his face became serious once again. “I need to get you ready for me, just try to stay like this.” He whispered in your ear, bent back and crawled down your body until you could see his head between your legs. “Stay still.” He kissed your inner thighs - left and right - as he slowly wandered to the epicentre of your warmth.
“Oh my god! Wait!” You lifted your head so that you could see him a little better, grabbing at his hair to make him stop. “This- you-don’t!” Jimin didn't listen and just continued kissing up your inner thighs, slowly pushing a finger between your skin and your black panties, pulling them down a little. “JIMIN!” You tried to push his head away before your hands got ripped away and pinned onto the bed with Jimin arching over you. His face was filled with a little anger.
Goosebumps scattered across your body. “Stop this shit. I need to get you wet enough for me or it will hurt you even more.” He said, his voice full of frustration. He was one-hundred-percent pissed about the fact that you weren’t letting him do what he wanted to. “I really want to eat you out so please, just stay still.” With that said, he left your hands in the position that they were previously pinned down in as he moved his head between your legs once more. “Don't make life difficult, kitten.” He whispered between your legs, pushing his finger back between your skin and panties, pulling them down a little to expose you a little more.
He kissed at the now exposed skin on your thighs before pulling your panties off entirely. In the process of all this, he had to sit up a little to remove your underwear. Right when your panties were removed from you, you slammed your legs together. This was a step too far. He had already seen you naked and this alone was such a huge step for you. In the end, everything was all built on trust and you knew that you trusted him. But this might be a little too much for your first time; having him looking directly at your entrance, made you more than nervous.
Jimin threw your underwear aside, narrowing his eyes when he looked back at the naked body in front of him. “Spread your legs, Y/N or this is not going to work.”
“C-can't you j-just look away?” Why was all this so embarrassing? Everything he did, everything he said, it all made you heat up more and more. You were also very aware that your cheeks must have been redder than a tomato. His eyebrows furrowed as if he couldn't understand what you were saying. “You know how sex works…right?”
“S-s-stop saying that!” Your voice was a little more raised than before. You quickly put one arm over your exposed breasts and one over your eyes so that you didn’t have to look at him. He was just so embarrassing.
You could both feel and hear him moving before he grabbed your hands and forcefully pinned them beside your head. It all happened so fast that you didn't even have the time to breathe. Again, he bent over you, looking directly into your eyes but this time, the grip on your wrists almost hurt and his face looked unbelievably pissed. In all honesty, it scared the shit out of you. “Pull yourself together Y/N! What is it that you want, huh?! You don't want to have sex with me now? Then say it and I'll wait as long as you want. But if you want it then stop with this bullshit, you're a goddamn adult!”
Your eyes widened, you weren't ready for him to speak so loudly, you weren’t prepared for him to be so pissed at you. Your mouth widened, fear emerging across your face. He wasn't wrong. At first, you were the one saying that you wanted this but then you started to act like a damn teenager. You really wanted to do it with him and only him, not with anybody else. You wanted to feel him close to you. You liked it when he touched your skin or when he kissed your neck with such skill, you loved it when he gave your body so much attention: it felt like heaven.
But you felt so embarrassed with when he spoke to you like that, when he would stare at you - worshiping you like a shrine. He looked so sexy when he did all of that, the confidence that he had was alluring to you - he didn’t doubt himself for a second and for some reason, that made him all the more attractive. It scared you that he already knew how everything worked and that you had never even kissed a guy until today.
You wanted it. You definitely wanted it. At some point, you would do it anyway and you wanted to do it with Jimin, you wanted to do it right now. With shaky hands, you freed yourself easily from his grip, considering that he wasn’t holding you tightly anymore. You needed to touch his face right now and feel his soft skin, almost to know if he was real or not. You craved him. You moved across his collarbones and down to his chest. His skin was warm and soft, he was almost too perfect for this world. Jimin let you touch every inch of him. He liked being able to feel your small hands on his chest, he liked being able to feel you touching him in general. You appreciated everything about him and it drove you insane how close you wanted him to be, hugging couldn’t be close enough.
You looked into his eyes as you put your hands around his beautifully sun-kissed neck, about to pull him closer to you. But as if he knew exactly what you wanted, he came closer himself. Your soft breasts collided gently with his chest as he locked your lips with his. You broke the kiss to lay your forehead on his, squeezing your eyes closed. “It is so weird” You knew Jimin would listen to you carefully, “when you have been ignored by everyone for so long, just because you couldn’t find a way to get yourself to talk to anyone.
You start to forget what it felt like to talk to people properly: you learn to accept what it feels like to be alone. But now you are here, giving me all this attention. It scares me. It scares the hell out of me.” You soft whispers swirled through his ears as he looked into your eyes. His eyebrows knotted in discontent because it hurt him to see you this way. “No matter how much you think I’m bound to leave you, there’s no way that you’ll be able to get rid of me anytime soon: you're mine and I want to take care of you for the rest of our lives, not just because you deserve it but because I’m in love with you.” He spoke to you as though you had already been together for years. In a way, it was a little weird but you liked it, you liked how it felt to be loved.
“Now, let me make you completely mine. I'm on edge right now and it's hard to have you lying underneath me naked, not being able to touch you.” Before you could answer him properly, he attacked your neck and left a trail of wet kisses down your entire body until he had his head between your legs once more. “Beautiful.” He whispered as he looked at your naked body.
He folded his arms around your thighs to make it more comfortable for him and so that he could successfully keep you in place. Jimin was very aware that you would be very sensitive there so he made sure that he had a good grip on your thighs and abdomen. “J-Jimin.” You called his name breathlessly, your body shaking as if your entire being was preparing for what was to come. Your heart was beating so fast that you could feel it throughout your whole body.
You’d never taken things so far with a guy before and seeing him with your body so heavily secured in his grip with his head positioned between your legs had the ability to petrify you. You could feel that you were already wet for him, which also made you feel embarrassed as hell. “Calm down, babe. You will like it a lot, I promise.” He said, without even looking at you. Instead, he licked his lips as though he were looking at a plate of his favourite food.
He rose his head a little, looking at you momentarily. You could feel his breath circling around your abdomen before he moved back down to kiss your inner thighs. He gave you a kiss just a few millimeters away from your opening. This drove you crazy, it felt good having him kissing you, kissing all those intimate places on your body. If this was his way of making you wet then it worked perfectly, you were dripping already.
Then, he laid his tongue flat against your folds, gifting you with a long lick over your entire slit, right up to your bundle of nerves. Your eyes shot open. A groan left your body almost instantaneously and your head fell back onto the pillows. “Oh my god!” These words left your lips so breathlessly.
He licked over your wet heat once more, tasting the juice that was dripping down from your vagina. He gave you a few more kitten licks before he locked his lips over your clit, sucking on it and lapping his tongue gently. “Oh my- Jimin! It…argh…it feels so good-aah!” Your back arched, your fingers gripping at his sheets so tightly that you almost pulled them off the bed. Your hair was a mess, your legs closed around his head. As he licked over a spot which was extremely sensitive, your body flinched underneath him.
He moved away from your clit, giving you one more long lick. He loosened his grip around your right thigh and supported his weight on his other elbow as he spread your legs a little more. “Fuck! This is so hot. You taste so damn good, so sweet.” He laid his arm over your abdomen to keep you in place with it. “I'll stretch you a little, babe.”
You finally were able to raise your head a little to look at him. His chin and lips were covered in your juice. Jimin licked his lips, looking back down at your entrance. “What are yo- aaahh!” You fell back as you felt a finger slide inside of you. He moved his finger slowly in and out of you, making you moan even more. “You're so sensitive. Shit, I love this so much, kitten.” He said before he went down to kiss your clit a few times more, lapping his tongue against it again. Your legs began to shake and you felt something building up in your stomach. “Oh my god, Jimin…Jimin-I'm…something feels weird in my stomach.”
“You're cumming, that's good. But not now, baby.” He removed his finger and your body stopped shaking. “W-why?!” You almost screamed at him. You were so close to being able to experience a truly amazing feeling but then he just stopped. “Because I want you to cum on my cock.” He lifted his body between your legs, removing his pants and boxers to free his length. It hit his abdomen and you quickly laid your hands over your eyes “Jimin!” You whined and he laughed over your cute reaction. “Look at me, Y/N…” He gave you the time you needed to slowly remove your hands from your eyes.
At first, your eyes met his fierce, dark eyes. Your eyes travelled to his perfectly toned chest then to his hardened length. He looked pretty thick and his tip was a little wet from pre-cum. You literally stared at his penis, asking yourself a million questions. “Like what you see?” You quickly looked up and your face glowed red. He started to stroke the side of your thighs, up to your abdomen and along the sides of your hips. He placed his hands over your shoulders and bent over you. “I know I said I wanted to prepare you but I really can't wait to burrow my cock into your pussy.” Hearing him whisper such dirty things into your ear made you move your body a little underneath him, it was hot to hear him talking about everything that he wanted to do to you.
He looked down at his penis, grabbing it and lining it up with your entrance. This was the hottest thing you had ever seen, him breathing heavily and dripping with sweat. The way that he was looking down at you like this, finally going to enter you. “Stay still.” He breathed, stroking your core with his length. This almost made you go crazy, feeling him against you was such a good feeling.
Suddenly, a thought shot through your mind. “Stop!” You slapped your hand against his chest and the other hand grabbed his wrist to stop him from entering you. “What?”
“You’re not going to wear protection?” He was momentarily confused, moving himself away from you a little. But when he realized what you meant, he came closer to you, positioning himself over your body once again. He pressed his body against yours and lined his member up to your entrance again. “Are you on birth-control pills?” He asked confidently as if he already knew the answer. “Yes. But-”
“Then they can do their job now.” He looked down at you again and connected his length with your vagina, “I can't wait anymore.” He pressed his member into your entrance, stretching you out forcefully. Your expression turned into one of pain, your hands grabbing the sheets even tighter, “Hold onto me, baby, hold onto me.” You did as he said, your hands landed on his back, scratching him with your nails. The pain got more intense the deeper he pushed into you but you trusted that the pain would go away. “Fuck, you're so damn tight.” He bit his lower lip, watching his member slowly disappearing inside of you. When he was more than halfway into you, he let go of his length, placing his arms beside your head and attacking your neck. This made it all even more intense, the pain between your legs, his warm body on yours, him caging you, his lips on your neck, him sucking and licking at the same spot: it all made you so dizzy.
He remained still and stopped pushing into you for a moment before he pulled out completely and pushed back in. It hurt you but it was also highly addictive. He did that a few times, rolling his hips against yours, slipping in and out of you with perfect rhythm. “I'll push in completely now.” You looked at him, a smirk appeared across his face. “You…weren't-” He shook his head, smirking even wider. You thought he was completely in already but boy, were you wrong. He pushed into you completely and a loud moan left your lips. He looked at your face as you tried to control your heavy breathing, furrowing your eyebrows in pain. Your face was red and sweaty, you already felt so exhausted. You opened your eyes looking into his. He was also drenched in sweat, his blonde hair was stuck to his forehead, his mouth wide-open: turned on by your moans. He enjoyed the thought of you looking like this because of him: those red cheeks flushing a gentle shade of crimson, those plump lips releasing unsystematic moans and staggered breathing, you were a whole sexy mess just for him.
“God, I can't stop looking at you.” With that he made you feel so beautiful, so special and so important to him. When the pain on your face wasn't that clear anymore, he started to move in and out of you and god damn, you were in fucking heaven. The sensation of being emptied and then full again was so crazy good, you needed it to be faster. It still hurt you and you still held onto him as if your life depended on it but it slowly turned into an incredible, addictive pleasure. He rolled his hips so perfectly on yours, his length moving gently in and out of you: it was a hot view. “F-...ah...Jimin, faster.”
“You sure?” He said without breaking eye contact with you, still pounding into you sensually. You nodded quickly because you weren't able to talk. “But I can't control myself once I start to go faster.” Your face told him to just do it and he lifted his body from yours, spreading your legs a little wider before grabbing your hips. When he moved his warm body away from you, the cold air startled you a little. “Don't say I didn't warn you, kitten.” He almost pulled out completely and rammed his thick cock deep into you.
A scream escaped your mouth, louder than you had ever intended but he hit your G-spot really hard. The headboard slammed against the wall with every thrust he made. With each movement, he went deeper and faster. You moaned and screamed so loud, trying to hold onto something else since he wasn't lying on top of you anymore.
He hit your G-spot over and over again, driving you insane. His name wandered over your lips again and again, and louder with every thrust. He suddenly rubbed his thumb in circular motions on your clit, faster and faster. “Just cum all over my dick, princess.” He didn't even need to tell you. You felt it again: the weird feeling in your lower belly, completely exploding ,“Aahhh.. nnnhhh…” Your screams and moans blended into a wild mess, they were so damn loud. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your whole body was trembling so much that you involuntarily closed your legs, rolling a little to the side, burrowing your face into the pillow, forcing Jimin to stop thrusting into you.
You needed a few moments until your high was over so you breathed heavily into the pillow. Jimin bent forward to connect his body with yours once again, picking up the pace a little. You just let him do it. His thrusts were short, hard and fast. “You will take my cum completely, right baby?” You licked your lips a few times as if you hadn’t been able to wet them properly.
They were so dry. You felt like you were close to fainting, moans came over you again and you felt the weird feeling in your stomach once more. You were so exhausted that you could barely hold onto him, your strength had almost left you completely, “Jimin I’m…ah…I'm cumming aga- again. I can't anymore.”
“You can baby, I'm almost there, just a few-...urgh...” He burrowed his face into your neck, his forearms supporting his weight beside your head.
There it was, you felt this incredibly addictive feeling of being filled up completely. He moaned loudly, his voice deep and laced with lust. To you, it was just all too attractive. He slowly thrust into you a few more times, they weren't strong at all, it was just him riding out his high. Jimin kissed your neck softly as he waited until his high was over completely. Once he was finally done, he stopped slowly and just stayed like this. You felt his soft hair and sharp breath on you ear, cheek and neck. Both of you were breathless. Even if you couldn't reach your last high, he gave you the best night of your life and you wanted that to happen again. If you hadn’t been so exhausted, you would have asked him to do it again. You didn't know how all of this worked and if he was even able to do it again so soon.
He still hadn’t pulled out of you and your hands were still on his back as he rolled to the side, sliding out of you and looking to the ceiling. “Fuck, that was so damn good.” He closed his eyes and smiled. You stared in his direction, not being able to talk because you were so breathless and exhausted. You knew that sex was something amazing, you had heard about it many times but you thought that this was more than just amazing. It was addictive, completely addictive, you wanted to experience it again, to see him lose control again. You just knew you wanted to do it again with him.
Your eyes widened as you felt something dripping out of your vagina. You closed your legs to keep it in: you didn't want to ruin his sheets. Jimin still had his eyes closed as if he were trying to ingrain this experience with you deep in his memory. You took this chance and slowly moved your hands down to your core, feeling the remnants of his sperm on your vagina. “Jimin, will I get pregnant now?” He turned his head towards you, studying your face. “What?” He saw you with your hand positioned on your vagina, as you thought about everything. “I mean, you…your…”
He rolled over to you, turning you around to hug you from behind. His length poking your butt. He laid the blanket over your body, holding you securely as if it wasn't enough for him. “You won't get pregnant as long as you take your pills, babe.” You moved in his arms so that he was forced to loosen his grip. You turned around to face him, burrowing your head onto his chest.
You hugged and cuddled him tighter, not being able to get enough of the close proximity. Your face was still bright red, you were still struggling to catch your breath whilst Jimin was already breathing normally, although his hair was still stuck to his forehead with sweat. He stroked your back slowly, kissing your head and closing his eyes to absorb everything at once. “You're so warm.” You couldn't concentrate on what he was saying because you were already falling asleep.
“I love you, babe.” After a few moments, you knew that he had said something but you didn’t catch it, you were so exhausted, so tired and you felt so comfortable in his arms that it made you even more sleepy. Then, you closed your eyes and everything went black.
You loved him so much.
***
The warmth against your back felt so good as you slowly came back from your deep slumber. No sun shone into your face, instead you woke from a constant vibration that buzzed over and over again. You slowly opened your eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness of the room.
You felt an arm around your body and a soft series of inhalations and exhalations against your back. You turned around to see Jimin pressing his body against you.
The vibration still was there so you looked around to see where it was coming from. As you glanced over the floor, it became apparent to you that your phone was causing these vibrations. Thank God that Jimin had returned your charger to you yesterday. If he hadn’t, you might have missed an important call. It was dancing around the floor like a little snake. You moved forward to free yourself from Jimin’s tight grip. It wasn't all that hard to get out of it; he let go of you as he turned around. You looked at him to make sure that he wasn't awake yet and when he didn't move, you got back to your phone.
In that moment, you didn't care if you were naked, you didn’t care about the fact that you were lying with your stomach on the mattress, legs flailing wildly as you tried to reach for your phone. The screen had been lit up for a while now. Eventually, you were able to focus on what it said - ‘Sister’. Without thinking, you picked up the phone, accepting the phone call. Before you were even able to open your mouth, “Where the hell are you?!” She practically screamed down the line.
Where were you? What did she mean by that? You had just woken up and your brain still wasn’t working properly. “What do you mean?” You whispered because you didn't want to wake Jimin up.
“What do I mean?! I'm waiting in front of your apartment, you wanted to go out today!”
Oh shit.
You tried to support more of your weight on your arm because only half of your body was on the bed, your legs hovering over Jimin. “Oh shit, I'm sorry.”
“Where are you? And why are you whispering? Don't tell me you visited a friend. Because I'm the dumb one waiting for you right now!” You pressed your lips to a thin line, your eyes narrowed. You finally knew what she was talking about. The day before, you called her to meet up on the weekend, you wanted to talk about Jimin with her - about what you should do.
Well, there was nothing to talk about anymore.
“Uh…I kinda visited a frien- ah!” Suddenly, you felt someone touching your naked butt. You quickly turned around to see Jimin bending over half of your body kissing your butt. You could hear your sister complaining but you couldn't say a thing because you didn't want your sister to know that you were with someone. Well not someone - just him.
Your mouth opened as he crawled up your body, dragging a trail of wet kisses up from your back to your shoulders. “This is such a nice view to wake up to.” He whispered more to himself than anyone else. When he moved up, he pressed his back and length against you, moving his hand between your legs. “I love morning sex.”
That was the moment where you knew your sister was more than likely to hear it. He was so close to your face, kissing your cheek, he didn't even bother to whisper anymore.
“What?” You heard on the other end of the line. “Uhm…I'm sorry, I'll come now-”
Suddenly, Jimin grabbed the phone, looking at the screen to see who it was and put your phone to his ear. “Hey, it's nice to talk to you, I'm Y/N’s boyfriend. I'm sure you'll be able to spend plenty of time with your sister but for this weekend, she is all mine. She can't come today. Have a nice day.” He hung up and threw your phone on the ground. He turned you around without letting you say anything and nipped on the place between your boobs. “Jimin! Stop! Are you crazy?!” You pulled his hair almost screaming at him. Jimin looked up - confused, his hands beside your shoulders. You pushed him away from you, grabbing one of the two blankets, jumping out of the bed whilst trying to cover your body properly.
He had his hands in the air, not understanding why you pushed him away. “Are you crazy?!” You spat out in his direction, trying to keep the blanket around your body, since it kept falling off, exposing your whole back and butt. “What?” He laughed at you whilst watching you struggling with the blanket. “It was my sister… she-”
“What Y/N? It's normal that you want to spend more time with me, your boyfriend. She will understand.” He slowly pushed himself up from the bed, “But…”
He sat naked on the edge of the bed right in front of you. He really didn't care that you could see his member, he even bent a little back, supporting his weight on his hands behind him whilst smirking at you, knowing that this was way too much for you to handle. You turned your head away, looking out of the window to avoid him and his rude figure. “You will spend a lot of time with me, Y/N. You won't be alone anymore. I belong to you and you belong to me.” His voice wasn't soft, it was low. He looked into your eyes with an element of depth that had the ability to consume you, confidence roamed around his features, dominant and possessive. “Right?” He didn't ask as if he didn't know it, it was completely unnecessary to ask but he did just to show his control.
You weren't afraid of him being like this. You were afraid of what was about to come. You couldn't imagine him being a part of your life now. To be honest, you stopped imagining having a boyfriend one day because you had just become so ready to die alone in your four walls as a grandma with fifteen cats.
“Babe.” He bent forwards again, looking at you with a softer gaze now. He folded his hands together over his lap, just to unfold them again, slowly grabbing the edge of the blanket that you had wrapped so messily around your body. “Come here.” He whispered, pulling you closer to him. You stood between his legs, looking down at him whilst he looked up to you, slowly trying to remove the blanket from around your body.
The blanket fell to the ground. You closed your eyes and wrapped your hands immediately around your body. You didn't want him to see you, you didn’t want him to study you with his eyes. You felt so ashamed of your body in front of him. “Look at me.” Before he even finished his sentence, you shook your head, your lips pressed to a thin line and eyes squeezed together.
Jimin began to touch your sides and all the little baby hairs on your body stood up, flinching under his soft touch. “Please.” He said, suddenly sounding so hurt and sad. He was practically pleading, your eyes opened quickly - almost petrified of what you might see. Jimin’s head was hung low, his hands still at your sides. “Please babe, I just want to touch you without you being so afraid of it. I love your body and I want to feel you under my fingers whilst I look into your eyes.” His voice sounded so unbelievably soft, you had never heard him like that. It actually seemed as though he were so sad and honest with what he had said. You knew he was being honest with you and yet you still didn't trust him completely.
You felt so sorry for him, he looked so shattered that you felt your heart bleeding as you looked at him like this. Slowly, your hands loosened their grip around your body and travelled to his hair so that you could run your fingers through it. You came even closer to him, wrapping your hands around his head and hugging him against your chest. “I'm sorry Jimin, I wish I wasn’t like this. I really want to try but I always see how perfect you are and then I see myself.” The last words came lower over your lips with a cracked voice.
You never wanted to hurt him. You just couldn't handle the concept that he was probably the most perfect man out there for you. You couldn’t deal with it because in your eyes, you were such an imperfect human, full of flaws.
“I am not, perfect Y/N, no one in this world is. You really have to stop seeing me like this.” He looked up at you again, wrapping his strong arms around your lower body. You both stayed like this for a few minutes, refusing to move, just enjoying the feeling of being so close.
Jimin turned his head a little to kiss the space between your boobs and up to your collarbones. “Sit down.” He whispered between the wet kisses that he gave you. You started to move away from him so that you could sit down, when Jimin suddenly pulled you in again. You were confused for a moment but then he lifted your right leg so that you were positioned on the outside of both of his thighs.
As you stood there with his legs between yours, you finally got it. One of his hands disappeared between your legs to touch you. You flinched because you didn't expect him to touch you there. “Perfect.” He whispered with a very raspy voice, the softness in it disappeared completely. You were already wet from seeing him naked only moments before, it had turned you on and you hadn't even noticed.
He grabbed his length and lined it up with your opening, “Sit down now, princess.” He looked at you with those dark eyes of his, “B-but-”
He shook his head, “Come on baby, just sit down.” You swallowed hard, slowly sitting down, holding onto his shoulders to support yourself. His member slid into you more easily than last night but it still made you feel full. There was a residual pain, which was due to him being so rough with you last night. Your mouth opened in pleasure. For a moment, you were glad the stretching wasn't all that painful anymore.
“Fuck! You take my cock so well, princess.” He said slowly, kissing your boobs and nipping on your nipples. This made the whole experience way more intense. You loved it when he would play with your boobs, you just loved it. “Move.” He commanded as he looked at you before placing his lips around one of your nipples again. You slowly lifted yourself and then sat down again, earning a deep growl from him. You did that a few times, painfully slowly, whilst he kissed along your jawline and chin before he moved up to your lips to attack them.
You felt this addictive feeling building up in your lower stomach once again, moaning louder to signal to Jimin that you were cumming. Suddenly, he held you close to him, lifting you up and throwing you onto the bed. You both bounced a little due to the softness of the bed. He towered over you, laying his warm, strong body on yours, kissing you, whilst he thrusted into you slowly. However, his trusts still held unbelievable power. It wasn't fast at all, it actually was very, very slow but it felt so good: the full and empty feeling, him laying on top of you and kissing you like that. The wet sound from him moving in and out of you. You were well aware that you were soaking wet for him and drove you crazy to hear those sounds like that.
“I don't care if you have tummy or how much you weigh. I just…ngh-” He stopped with his sweet words, they came in short gasps out of his lips because he was so breathless and exhausted, “I love every bit of you and your body and I want you all for myself.” He stroked your sides a little and lifted your right leg so that he could bury himself into you even deeper, “Whatever you think about yourself, I'll always try to… ah fuck!...ngh…ah…I'll always try to show you how perfect you are to me. Al-always.” He had a lot of problems getting his words out, they came out breathless and low but they were understandable nonetheless. Tears welled up in your eyes and rolled down your flushed cheeks. You weren’t crying because of the pain, you were crying because of the happiness that you felt. Somehow, he made you feel so confident and special. Jimin treated you as if your body were a temple made just for him, he appreciated every little bit of you.
His sweet words got washed away for a moment as you suddenly felt his hand on your clit, rubbing it and taking you to your high. You moaned loudly, Jimin looked down at your face, enjoying this moment so much. “Fuck, you look so hot.”
After he said that, your body started to tremble, your mouth opening wider, your back bending up, pressing against him. “Jimin, Jimin, Jimin, Jimin I’m-ah I-…” He smirked at you as you whined his name as if he should have saved you from this high.
When you reached it completely you moaned out his name loudly, your body slowly sinking into the bed, your head falling into the sheets, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your whole body calmed down as you flinched a few times from the pleasure.
He didn't cum, but that wasn't what he had wanted in that moment; he just wanted to see you losing everything, to see you completely wrecked - and to know that he had been the one to cause it. He was thoroughly in love with that view.
Jimin kissed you on your forehead, “Are you okay baby?” You couldn't talk properly. You still had this extreme feeling in your body, you still felt exhausted as hell. You nodded, closing your eyes. Jimin pulled out of you, reaching to his nightstand to grab some tissues to clean you both up.
“Should I cook something for us?” He asked you, still lying on top of you, kissing your nose. You looked at the clock to see how late it was “It’s past twelve, we slept for a pretty long time.” He said, noticing your confusion.
Then, you looked at him, smiling and nodding. “Yes, you're hungry after this right?” He said, nodding with you and smiling back at you.
You knew that from now on, things would be easier for the both of you. He changed because of you and he made you change yourself too. Since he was on your side, you were so much more confident about yourself and your body now.
Summary: You, a shy, insecure girl, experiences hell (aka. school) every day of your life when Jimin, the popular, perfect man that everyone is somehow afraid of, suddenly takes a huge interest in you. Maybe he wants way more than just to play with your feelings.
Pairing: You x Jimin
Genre: Smut [ +18 ], dom!Jimin, fuckboy!Jimin, tiny tiny bit angst
Word Count: 11.1k (long as f-)
Index: 01, 02, 03
“…after we found him being very intimate with a young teacher in one of the vacant classrooms.”
You sensed your breath get stuck in your throat. You weren’t one-hundred-percent sure what exactly she she meant by ‘being very intimate’ but you didn’t dare to ask her. She had already disclosed a lot of confidential information to you, even if it was in your best interest, it was not exactly your place to pressure her for more. You felt as though you had been let in on some huge secret of the school, of him. By this point, you were certain that he had many, many secrets: all of which he had no intention of telling you.
If you were honest with yourself, you were more than aware that he was not the best of company. At the same time, you really hadn’t expected it to escalate quite this much. Something within you really wished that he could have surpassed your expectations of him. You really wished that all of this wasn’t true. You really wished that he could change or that he had already changed. You knew that it was naive to think like that, to have so much hope inside of you. It was too late for you, you already liked him by now, even if he was an asshole at the beginning of it all.
You knew that you were attracted to him and you hated it because you knew that it caused you to hold a significant amount of bias towards him. You just couldn’t think badly of him, you had such futile hopes deep inside of you no matter what he would do. You tried to force yourself to hate him. Sure, it made you angry, it drove you crazy but you failed on repeat.
You went back to class after your conversation with your teacher. There was no possible way that you were going to concentrate in the following lessons. You just stared out of the window, your chin resting on the back of your hand as you lightly tapped your pen on the table. You kept thinking about how you would act in front of him Would you just ignore him? Should you ask him about it? No, you couldn’t ask him; it was none of your business. You should just keep your distance.
There was just one, tiny problem when it came to avoiding him. You simply couldn’t avoid him. He was the one following you and picking you up from school against your will. You couldn’t get rid of him, not when he was so determined to follow you.
As you stepped out of the building, you noticed him standing in front of the gate again.
You walked slowly to the gate, making sure to take your time getting there. Since you knew that once you did, you’d have to practically run away from him.
By the time that you had reached the gate, he was already smiling at you. You walked past him quickly, ignoring him completely as he greeted you. You moved your feet as fast as possible, regarding only them with your eyes: trying your utmost to ignore Jimin. He was something that you couldn’t help but want to look at so it was difficult for you. No doubt, you were fuming: you could literally feel the anger burning through your veins. You really didn’t want to believe that he was that kind of person. Something about him told you from the start that he would be that way but you were really hoping that he would disprove your earlier assumptions of him.
You couldn’t talk to him right now as much as something inside of you wanted to. You knew that you would end up saying something that you would regret and if you didn’t regret saying something then it would be the pure frustration that you would feel as you did so.
With your feet moving at an almost impossible pace for your small legs, you tried to focus on your movements more than your surroundings. You could tell that Jimin was confused already. Your movements were delivered with more determination and strength as you tried to power through the awkward atmosphere around you.
“Hey!” Jimin jogged after you. To be honest, he must be confused as to why you were walking out of school so late. After all, you had spent a while thinking to yourself just how you would be able to ignore him. Initially, you had debated leaving through another exit but then you remembered that there weren’t any other exits in the first place. Unfortunately, that had left you with the front gate as your only option: meaning that you had to face him.
“Hey, Y/N, why are you out so late? The last student before you left like fifteen minutes ago.” He tried to peer at your face and read your expression but all that was to no avail. He waved his hands in front of your face a few times to trigger a response. But of course, you were stubborn. You wouldn’t deliver one.
He positioned his body in front of yours, in an attempt to block your way and become an obstacle to you. However, you managed to knock him out of your way, only gently, of course. You didn’t really want to touch him. What he had done with so many girls disgusted you.
“Y/N!” He called after you, an element of confusion and worry masking his voice. By the time that he had been able to comprehend exactly what was going on, you were already a good few metres away from him.
Your eyes remained fixated on the concrete beneath your feet. You watched every step you took, concentrating as much as you could on getting away from him unscathed.
“Y/N, will you please tell me why you’re ignoring me this time?” He spoke from behind you.
Again, you didn’t answer. His voice was like velvet, it was soft but also held a sense of harshness to it. You loved the way he spoke but you couldn’t fall for it this time.
You would not be like those other girls. You wouldn’t grow weak to him. Of course, you wouldn’t.
“Y/N!” He called out again, trying to get you to respond, “Will you answer me?!” You could hear the anger that was developing in his voice as he continued to speak. It was problematic for you, you really didn’t want to irritate him purely because that only drew his attention to you more.
You really hadn’t thought out your plan that well. Maybe you should have just camped out in the school instead.
“Stop, fucking ignoring me!” He screamed behind you. His hand grabbing your wrist harshly as he slammed you against a hard, cold wall, trapping you with one hand beside your head and the other hand still holding your wrist.
“What’s your problem, huh?” For a short moment, you looked directly into his angry eyes mainly because you were so shocked by his sudden action. You weren’t prepared at all so you looked away quickly, trying to focus on the ground. He really was mad at you and you could understand at least a tiny bit. But as soon as the words of your teacher began to echo through your head, you suddenly felt disgusted all over again.
You didn’t want him to touch you. You didn’t wanted those hands on you when they had touched so many girls already. “Don’t touch me!” You grabbed his wrist and tried to get it off of you but he showed no intention of letting go of your hand. You tried to twist at his arm until he let go of you but his harsh and unforgiving gaze pierced into you like a laserbeam. You could see the veins popping out of his hands from the aggression that he was feeling towards you.
You struggled wildly under his strength. He wasn’t being too forceful but you could just tell that there wasn’t really a way out of this situation that would result in your favour. You mustered up all your strength and successful pushed him off of you, starting to run away: collecting your bag from the floor in the process. It had fallen off of your shoulder when he slammed you against the wall.
“You’re not going anywhere.” He vocalised, a strange tone coating his words: it was only partially anger, although the other tone was vague to you. He grabbed you around the waist and pushed you more gently back onto the wall. He looked down at you. His beautiful brown eyes looking down at yours with a fiery passion hidden within them.
“What are you going to do now? Slap me?” You spat out in a fit of rage. You really needed to get away from him before his usual alluring effect started to possess you: you would do something that you would regret. The hand that was secured around your arm, suddenly loosened its grip as he heard your words.
“What?” He seemed as though he was still mad but there was a slight delicacy to his voice, possibly generated from the confusion that he felt. You didn’t mean to say that. Well, you did but not out loud. You immediately felt the regret sink into you. “Why would you say that?” He asked, brows furrowed.
“Because-because it’s you!” You exclaimed: “You want to hurt me, right? Isn’t that what you do?”
“Y/N!” He practically screamed at you. He had lost his composure, that much was clear to you by now, “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You! You go around sleeping with literally every girl that you lay your eyes on! You destroy them! You leave them like in a mess and move on to the next one as though they had never existed! You can’t even limit yourself to students, you literally fucked a teacher, Jimin! What is wrong with you?!” The words tumbled out of your mouth without filtration. You didn’t care what you were saying right now. Your emotions were flowing without the coordination of your brain.
You were just so angry. You didn't really get why you were so angry at him, you shouldn't be, at the end of the day, it wasn’t really your business, right? But you probably did care about him because you might have actually fallen for him already but you just didn't want to admit it yet.
His eyes grew larger as you saw the train drawing in behind him. It was as if time had suddenly stopped. You were frozen in the moment as he looked at you, confused. He wasn't even touching you anymore. You hated the fact that you felt sorry for what you had said but it was the truth after all. He was a horrible person, someone you shouldn't hang around with. Someone, you shouldn't give your trust to: he wasn't worth it. He could never be the company you desperately found yourself craving, he could never be the one to bring you solitude, showing you all the beautiful things in life.
Even if you hated him, you hated yourself even more for believing, even just for a short moment, that he could be the one. But the one doesn't exist, right? He doesn't…exist.
As quick as you could, you pressed your hands on his chest, his necklace almost cutting into your palms. You pushed him away, looking down, to hide the tears, which were starting to brim your eyes. He had never been so close to you. You didn't care about him and he didn't care about you.
You were the one pushing him away. So how on the earth was it possible that you were the one that was all hurt now? You didn't get it, you just couldn't wrap your head around that.
You grabbed your chance to run into the train once it had stopped. It was easier for you to leave when Jimin was left in confusion and a state of shock. When you stood there on the train, you turned around just to see what his next move would be. The doors closed and the train started to roll slowly along the tracks. The last thing you saw was him picking something up from the ground, turning around to you. He looked directly at you and he smirked.
He smirked? Why in hell would he smirk after you crashed down on him like that? Did he really care that little?
It suddenly hit you like a train, he was holding your bag in his hand, it was hooked flawlessly around one of his fingers. The train was moving already but you banged on the window, people looking at you in confusion.
“NO! Stop!” You screamed, knowing that your scream was only a scene without a sound for him. Your eyes followed his figure through the glass, he didn't seem to move at all. But at some point, the train was moving too fast and you stopped running in his direction: you were too late. As the train drove into the dark tunnel, he disappeared, still smirking and holding your bag in his hand.
“Shit!!” You let your body fall into a seat right in front of you, your head in your hands. You were so incredibly dumb.
There was no point in driving back now, he wouldn’t be there anymore and your train only came once in the period of an hour.
You wanted to slap yourself so hard.
***
“You what!?” Your mom screamed loudly down the line. You had to put it at least a few centimeters away from your ear in order to avoid deafening yourself. You had told her everything that had happened, about Jimin, who he was and what he did. Sure, your mom wasn’t happy to hear about the kind of guys that you had fallen for but she seemed to be understanding in a way. She had always wanted you to have a great relationship with a really normal, cute guy: someone that would do everything for you. Basically, she wanted you to find your prince charming, exactly the sort of man which didn’t exist in this screwed up world. It was impossible for you to be chubby, not having the prettiest of faces, and at the same time, for you to have a perfect boyfriend: a boyfriend with perfect looks and the perfect personality. It was impossible because you weren’t perfect yourself, you couldn’t reach for the best apple on the tree.
“I gave birth to an idiot, oh God.” She breathed out jovially, pretending to be disappointed. You could literally hear her slapping her hand against her face as she spoke.
“Thanks, Mom.” You rolled your eyes, drawing on a small piece of paper until you slammed the pen onto the kitchen table, leaning back on the chair to stretch your already exhausted body. With your head tilted backwards, you focused on the ceiling; awaiting her answer or at least, for her to say something more.
“But is he good looking?” Your mom asked curiously.
“Are you serious? He is an asshole and you are just interested in how he looks?” You readjusted your head so that you could look at the fridge, thinking about grabbing some food before you went to bed.
“He looks good, doesn’t he?!” Her voice was filled with excitement, it was raised and somehow even louder than before.
“No.” Yes. You answered with complete disinterest coating your voice as you pulled your phone slightly further away from your ear. You tapped at the screen to turn on the speaker so that you could lay your phone on the table. You rested your head right beside it whilst your hands were positioned on your lap.
“Is he more of the sexy type or the cute type? Tall or small?” She knew her child and she also knew that you would hide your attraction to him.
“Stop asking me that!” Perfect height. Perfect type: between incredibly sexy and mildly cute.
“His fingers, are they more small or long and manly?”
“Mom! Will you stop? It’s embarrassing. I don’t know for God’s sake and I don’t care either!” Perfect hands.
“I bet he has an incredible smile.” She said, completely falling in love with him without knowing shit about him. You hated her for being so careless. She never cared about your feelings, not even now. She was an old woman with a younger man by her side but even that didn’t stop her from chasing after even younger men. You hated her for that. You shouldn’t have called her, you should have called your sister or your dad, but after all these years, you still felt the need to talk to her. Weird.
“I don’t know.” Hell, yes.
It took you a good two hours to finally get rid of her. You both talked about not only Jimin but also about the whole situation: that you lived alone now, that your father was also alone in the big house that you all used to live together in.
You hated the fact that your dad was alone. He had always said that he was happy but it took you a bit of convincing to finally let him live alone there. But eventually, you moved out after a few months of having a countless number of discussions with him. He was a good man, he rarely made mistakes and you could always count on him but you never talked about guys with him. You had no idea how he would react and you were to scared to initiate that sort of conversation. Also, it was kind of embarrassing for you to talk about this with him, your dad. It was better kept unspoken.
As you hung up the phone, you went to the fridge, grabbing yourself a remaining piece of a pizza that you had eaten the day before. With the cold pizza in your hand, you searched for a new shirt in your closet to wear whilst you slept. You pulled out a big, white shirt, which you had bought with your dad at a concert. It was merchandise from one of his favorite rock bands. Back then, the shirt was way too big for you. Even now, it was still too big but it was only sold in one size and you really wanted it. So, your dad bought you and himself one of these one size shirts.
It was a cute memory after all. Something you should never forget.
Before you went to bed, you walked to the bathroom and counted all the things that you had left in the bag that Jimin had now claimed. There was your wallet with all your money and cards inside, tampons, literally all of your school books and…
“Oh my God.” The words rolled out of your mouth with so much rage.
You ran to your phone, unlocked it right away and stared at the 15% you had left on it. Rage started to consume you as you remembered how long you had spoken to your mom. It definitely killed most of the battery that you had. It wasn’t likely that your battery had drained at school since you didn’t use it that much today: you were too busy thinking about Jimin and how fucked up this whole situation was.
You always took your charger to school with you, along with your powerbank and all this was now in the bag that you no longer had. He literally had everything you needed. Of course, the wallet and the cards were the most important items but the phone charger was the only thing was important to you right now. Your phone was the only thing that was really able to make you at least a little happier. All of your friends were on there along with the updates from your favourite bands: that was what gave you something to do once boredom finally kicked in.
Well, you couldn’t do anything about it right now. You just knew that you needed to get your bag back and as soon as possible. You felt tiredness consume your body. You thought that it was probably best for you to just sleep rather than worrying about your bag constantly. The unfortunate thing was that it was Friday and you wouldn’t be able to get your bag back until Monday at least. Plus, you really didn’t want to have to see him.
Your phone would inevitably run out of battery by the time that Monday came. You couldn’t even ask your sister or your parents to lend you a charger. Your parents lived too far away from you and you knew your sister had a completely different phone so it was of course, not the charger that you needed.
You felt your eyes getting heavy as you nestled into the comfortability of your sheets. They warmed your figure a little as you tried to close your eyes. You could hear the soft pitter-patter of rain against your window pane. It was strange that it was raining in the middle of summer but nevertheless, you preferred it that way. The rain somehow soothed your emotions and allowed you to truly relax for once. The smell of the rain spread across your silent bedroom as you slowly drifted into the depths of sleep.
11.45pm.
It was dark. The strong wind and rain slapped against your window from the outside, making your window crash repetitively open and closed. The noise was extremely loud. Suddenly, a little light brightened up your bedroom.
Your phone was blaring through a series of disparate sounds. You narrowed your eyes as you slowly sat up, trying to make them focus to the obscurity of the room. You tried to grab your phone just from the sound that it made. You couldn’t look at it, the light on the phone was too bright and it hurt in your eyes. A few times your hands grabbed at nothing. Eventually, you felt it between your fingers, the vibration tickling on your palm.
If this was your mom again telling you how drunk she was whilst trying to talk about your dad then you might end up killing her. Sleep was golden for you: you needed it more than anything.
“Hello?” You asked sleepily, yawning slightly as you spoke, scratching the back of your head.
“Don’t tell me you were already sleeping, it’s only 11.47pm.” His voice came from the other end of the line. Your body shot up in a incredibly speed, your eyes grew wide whilst your body was filled with life instantly, recognizing his voice immediately.
“You?!” Your voice was unintentionally loud. You closed your eyes in embarrassment of being so loud and shocked. That probably made him smirk. You slapped your hand against your face, proceeding to wipe your hand along it.
“What do you want?” You asked, a little disappointed.
“I thought that maybe you might have called me sooner, don’t you want your bag back?” He asked, his words containing the usual flippant tone that they always did.
“Of course, I want my bag back.”
“Then I guess you’re going to have to see me again.” He simply stated.
You felt yourself inwardly sigh as you heard him speak. You knew it was true. He wasn’t the type to give in very easily. He had already been following you for such a long time. To be honest, if you thought about it, he might have been following you longer than you thought, considering he knew you were at that station on the first day that you noticed him.
You stood up, pacing backwards and forwards in your bedroom. It was substantially colder than it was in your bed. Whilst you were stood up, you decided to close your window since the rain was getting heavier and the wind was a little too cold for your liking by now.
“If I must.” You replied simply, considering that you really didn’t have an option right now. You could hear his heavy breathing at the end of the line, what the hell was he doing?
You checked the battery percentage on your phone, you could sense it getting lower and lower as he continued to talk to you with a breathy voice. As you walked, you caught yourself in the mirror. Your face looked slightly weary, probably from the fact that you had only just woken up. Your legs were exposed: it made you feel a little awkward: partially from the fact that Jimin was still on the line and partially from the fact that you were really disgusted by the sight.
“So, what do you intend to do for me in order to get your bag back, babe?”
You sensed your heart-rate increase. You looked down at yourself in the mirror once again. The strange sounds that he was making made you feel strange in more than one way. You shook your head. Stop thinking about him like that! You needed to get off of the phone with him as soon as possible.
“I just want my bag back, what do you want for it? I would pay you for it but you have all my cash.”
“You can pay me with your body.” He immediately interjected.
You stood there with your mouth agape, not really sure of what you should say next. Your brain just stopped working all together. You weren’t all that worried about what to say back, you were just shocked. That teacher must have been right and now, you knew it for sure.
“I’m just kidding, don’t worry.” He chuckled down the line, his breath hitched as he spoke.
You didn’t really understand why he was breathing like that. Maybe he was exercising or something, who knows? The most disturbing things had already crossed your mind once or twice. The thought of him doing something with a girl, whilst he was on the phone with you, disgusted you. But at the end of the day, it was not your business. If anything, what he was doing was just disrespectful to whoever he was with. Not that that surprised you at all - in fact, you expected nothing less of him.
“You’re such an asshole.” You stuttered a little, you were too caught up in your own thinking to really respond in a way that held much emotion.
“Yeah, maybe I am.” He said whilst he laughed a little at himself.
When you finally thought maybe he would stop harassing you and was about to go back to whatever he was doing, you heard a loud moan at the other end of the phone. It was very clearly a female voice, she was practically squealing Jimin’s name. Oh my God! Was he really fucking some girl whilst he was talking to you? You felt the pit in your stomach begin to deepen, you felt sick to the bone.
“Shut up!” He spoke after the sound was heard, followed by a slapping sound. You were suddenly even more confused, what was going on?!
“I think I’m going to end the call now.” You decided to let him know out of courtesy before you vomited.
“You would really put the phone down on me? Are you forgetting that I have your bag?” You could literally feel him smirking down the line.
“I asked you what you want from me.” You vocalised, a little irritation filling your words.
His breathing seemed to be slowing down: “Meet me tomorrow - 12, at the usual place. I’ll give it to you then.”
For a moment, you forgot that he meant your bag. Your mind was starting to assume that everything he said had some sort of provocative meaning behind it.
“Okay, I’ll be there.” You said, even if in reality you’d rather die than meet him. You needed your stuff back.
“I’ll see you soon, babe.” He spoke: “By the way, I hope your phone isn’t dead yet.” The sarcastic little shit! See, he knew it would be almost flat. In fact, you checked it and your battery was down to 8% now. There was literally no way in hell that it was going to last you until you met him. You bet that he planned all of this and you hated him so much for it all.
“You’re a real pain in the ass.” You said as soon as you could, wanting to save your battery as much as you could. Even if there was no way that it would last until the morning even on super power-saving mode.
“I have a name, mind using it?” You really couldn't be bothered right now. It was late and your phone was running out of charge so you just hung up.
The next morning, you awoke to the sound of light rain on your window. It was possible that you were going to have to take an umbrella. You really hoped not. You looked at the time on your clock: it was 8.30am. You had ages to go until you had to meet your favourite asshole. In a way, you were incredibly thankful for that. You were thankful because that way, you could drag time as much as possible before going to see him. You had time to think about your escape from him after you had taken your bag. You could waste some more time than usual doing your makeup too - that way time might move more slowly.
In a way, you had hoped that he wouldn't be all that mad at you. In general, you didn't know if he was actually mad in the first place, considering you just jumped on the train, refusing to even give him a chance to answer you back once you had told him exactly what you were thinking of him. You also thought; more hoped, that he was not the asshole that people had told you that he was.
But then you were reminded of the phone call last night - there was no way that he wasn't the biggest asshole in the entire universe. Why do men like him even exist? What was it that God was trying to tell us with people like him? He was so perfect on the outside but so screwed up in the inside. He really was like a tiger, he looked incredibly beautiful, but he could tear you apart with a single action, killing you.
He had the ability to destroy you with a single glance.
You spent extra time on every single task that you did that morning. You spent a longer time eating, thinking, showering, dressing: everything. You wanted time to go as slowly as possible.
At the end of all that, you actually almost left too late because you really didn't know what you should wear. It wasn't a date but something inside of you still wanted you to look good as possible. You wanted to try something new but in the end, you pulled your usual grey pullover over your head. Pullovers always saved you so you wore them whenever you could, in hope of concealing at least a little bit of your body.
***
The shit thing was that you were here now, sitting on the train, on a weekend, just because of him. The train journey was fast, faster than it was when you would take the train to school. Honestly, part of you was nervous to see him. As you sensed the train getting closer to the station, the level of tension in your body spiked.
When the train drew into the station, you stepped out the train with him already waiting there for you. He was leaning against one of the walls but this time he was not tapping away at his phone. He was waiting for you eagerly. When you stepped onto the platform in front of you, his eyes met with yours right away, a little smirk running over his face. However, that cheeky smirk disappeared almost as quickly as it had appeared.
He really looked good today. He was wearing that white cap again, along with the necklace that he usually wore. It laying on top of his chest, covered by a thin, black pullover. Puma was printed neatly in white lettering onto the high collar of his pullover. His pants were also of the same branding. The white shoes that he had chosen to couple with the remainder of the outfit completed the it perfectly. Of course, the whole outfit was finalised with the rings that decorated his hands. He always wore a lot of rings, which really gave a mysterious, cool vibe to his whole look. You loved it. Even though this look was casual, it really didn’t look as though he had dressed down at all. He looked unbelievably perfect, even just stood with his new, blonde hair peeking out from the underneath of his cap.
You went closer to him but he didn’t seem to have your bag with him. Where was it? Maybe it was behind him or just where you couldn't see it?
When you stood in front of Jimin, with him looking down at you, you looked for your bag.
“Where's my bag?” You asked him curiously.
“Well, hello to you too, babe.”
He went in for a hug and it almost scared the shit out of you so you stepped back quickly. It wasn't because you didn't want it, it was because you didn't expect him to want a hug from you. He stepped back, his left eyebrow rising in confusion.
“No hug, no bag, girl.” He said, locking his arms across his chest whilst shrugging his shoulders. What in the world was this guy planning?
If your life didn’t depend on this bag, you might have actually refused. At least - you might have thought about it. There was something that definitely drew you to him and you hated that feeling.
“First, show me the bag!”
“I will, if you come here and give me a hug.”
Was this guy even serious right now? What the hell was wrong with him? You couldn't hug him just like that, you had no idea if you would ever let go of him. You were afraid that maybe his scent would cage you in the moment and you might fall for it again.
Your breathing became a little more unsteady but you were able to control it enough so that he wouldn’t notice. It would be a damn shame to let him know about your mess of feelings. He shouldn't know that you were so attracted to him. If he ever found out, he would probably step up his game and you'd have even more problems with trying to resist him.
He didn't move and let you make the first move. You balled your hands to a tight fist as you looked to the ground, a blush forming all over your face. Slowly, you came closer to him. Every step felt as if you had concrete stuck to the bottom your feet. Now, you were just close enough to smell his aftershave.
It suddenly hit you: how in hell should you hug him? Just the normal, one arm half over his shoulder hugs. Or should you put both hands around his neck? No, that was a bit too much. Or should you wrap both of your arms around his waist and hug him like a big teddy bear. Maybe this was also too much. Panic spread all over your body.
“You really are something, Y/N.”
He just closed the gap between you with his brown, sharp eyes focused only on yours, which looked back at him with such apprehension. His soft hair slowly caressed your ear as he laid his head against yours, his hands on your lower back, pushing you even closer to him. He was really intent on making even the slightest gap between you disappear. He bent down for you so you were able to rest your chin on his shoulder. He was warm and you could feel him against your entire body.
Never had you been so close to him. For you, it even felt good when you would hug a stranger but this time it was incomparable, you were really able to be so intimate with someone you liked a lot and…you hated it, right? You hated that he made you feel like this, every damn time but on the flip side, you couldn't deny that it made you feel good.
You relaxed for a short moment and allowed your eyes to slowly close. You were unsure of when your eyes closed, at some point, they just did. It felt so good and he just smelt so damn amazing: you couldn’t stop thinking about it.
“Oh my god, how did someone so fucking fat end up with someone like him?” You suddenly heard someone whispering, complete disgust lining her words.
Your eyes shot open as you pushed him away from you, your eyes only meeting with the ground. Yes, exactly: how was someone like him interested in you. You felt bad - bad was an understatement actually - you felt awful, ugly, repulsive. You just wanted to go home.
“Okay, now give me my bag!” You said with frustration. You could literally feel your eyes reddening as tears began to build in your eyes. He was an asshole and you knew it, you knew that he was just playing with you. To him, this was all just some kind of sick game. Someone like him would never be interested in you. Never.
You should never forget that the next time you find yourself longing for his presence, for his touch. You really wished that you could control yourself a little more around him. But he just made you feel weak at the knees, vulnerable.
You finally rose your head to interlock your eyes with his. You found yourself trying to prevent the slight trembling of your jawbone as you spoke. You could feel yourself breaking at the edges. Although you tried to seem like you were strong, like you were over it, you really were messed up and it wasn’t something that you were going to be able to change anytime soon.
Jimin turned his attention to the girls that had whispered to each other about how in the world, this girl: you, could be with a guy like him. It hurt you even more than he had heard them talking about you in such a malicious way.
The girls seemed a little surprised as he looked at them for a short moment, before turning to them. He took a few steps closer to the girls.
“Is there a fucking problem?” He vocalised with such immense disgust and harshness in his voice. His voice was somewhat raspy, if you hadn't been in such a state, you might have thought it to have been extremely attractive. That immediately drew your attention to the scene in front of you with widened eyes.
“N-no-” They began, attempting to redeem themselves as they spoke. Jimin suddenly gripped at the clothing of the girl, preventing her from continuing to talk. Her eyes grew larger as a her other friend threw her hand over her mouth in both horror and anxiety.
“Listen, I have a pretty shit allergy against ugly girls like you.” His eyes contained this dominance and control that you had never seen before. You could sense the irritation in his voice as he held her more firmly. The fabric of the girl’s clothes cut into her neck a little more. The veins in his arms were popping, he really was angry. You could tell that he was trying to restrain himself because, for some reason, he had obviously taken what she had said quite personally.
“If you have something to say to my girl, I suggest you do it now. And before you even think about insulting her with that disgusting mouth of yours again, just know that if you do, I will make you regret it.” He gestured at a metal wall with his eyes. It held an unspoken threat and really showed her that he was not afraid to touch her in the slightest. He obviously believed that she deserved worse than what she was getting. Before you knew it, he was dragging her in your direction as she stumbled over her feet ever so slightly, considering that it would have been difficult to walk with his grip on her long, black hair.
He deliberately caught her ankles with his feet, making her fall onto her knees in front of you.
“You know what to do.” He spoke as he yanked at her hair a little so that she knew to look up to you.
You really didn’t know what to say so you just looked at the pretty girl in front of you: the pretty girl that was to your complete discretion. Her face was filled with fear and slight discomfort from Jimin’s harsh grip in her perfect hair, which was now a complete mess. People around you just stared at the scene in fear.
“I-.. ah… I’m sorry.” Her voice was soft and delicate, almost inaudible.
Jimin gave her hair another yank, pulling her up on her feet again. Her face showed more discomfort than it previously had as she stood up once more.
“Y-you son of a b-bitch… argh…” She really was brave to say this to him in her situation! But Jimin really didn’t seem to be bothered by that.
“Well, if you call me a son of a bitch, you wouldn't be the first.” He looked as though he was so close to hurting her but instead, he just bent down to her ear. “Tell her why you’re apologising, you piece of shit and say it loud enough this time.” He moved away from her ear, giving her hair a little yank.
“I-.. I apologize f-for saying those ru-rude things… ah.. uh…and my b-behavior. I'm sorry.” In a way, you felt so sorry for her. You had never had someone do something like this for you, it made you feel wanted and protected but you were really just used to ignoring the insults. Your eyes narrowed, seeing this girl like this almost made you draw tears. It was awful to see a human being crawling on their knees like that.
“It’s o-okay…” Your voice was shaky. You were so scared, not of her but of Jimin: Jimin was the one that you feared in that moment. There was this menacing look in his eyes, similar to the way that he had regarded that teacher before but it was much more intense. His gaze was sharper than ever, somehow he even looked taller, sturdier. You knew of his flirtatious side, his funny side, even his harsh and wild side, which you had become accustomed to when he had spoken with the teacher that one time. Right now, this was barely comparable, no wonder the students around him feared him. He could be so damn scary.
“Now, get the fuck away.” He threw her aside. She stumbled onto her feet as she regained her balance. Her friend ran up to her to check that she was alright and then they both walked away at a fast pace.
You couldn't move, couldn't talk, nor were you able to breathe probably. You had no idea what to do, you had literally no clue how you could respond to what had just happened. How were you meant to react right now? Were you meant to say ‘thank you’? Were you meant to get angry for not just leaving them be?
You didn’t know how to react because no one had ever cared enough to say anything about it before…
“Are you okay?” He regarded you with a softer voice but something about it still contained a rough harshness to it.
You nodded slightly to show him that you were okay but after what you had just witnessed, you really didn't know if you were actually okay or not. You doubted whether you really were or whether you had only responded that way because the fear had automatically caused your head to shake in approval.
“If I’m being honest, your bag isn't here.”
You turned to him immediately. WHAT?!
You couldn't deny the fact that you were still scared of him and that it was impossible for you to open your mouth. You knew what he could do, you knew how dangerous he was. Minutes ago you called him an asshole, you had done it so many times but now, you couldn't even open you mouth.
“I would never do that to you, okay?” He suddenly spoke up as you looked at him with surprise. His voice was so soft now, so careful: it made you a lot more comfortable.
“I know I can be scary but this girl deserved it. I don’t think anyone should be insulted like this. We're all humans, aren't we? What I did might have been harsh but she also hurt you, I just gave back what she gave to you. It was just in a different way.”
He really was able to make you feel better, he took away all the tension which had built up in your body. You didn't know that he was also this kind of person. In all honesty, you didn't expect him to be like this. You thought that he was just someone that cared for looks, who just got angry at anything he wasn’t happy about.
Maybe, he wasn't that much of an asshole.
“T-thank you.” Your voice came out so quietly that even you, yourself had problems hearing what you’d said. There was no way that he had actually heard what you had said. You were right, he just stood there, looking around, checking to see just how many people had seen what had just happened. To be honest, it really was a surprise that no one had said something to him to try and make him stop. Were they all that afraid? You didn't think so. If there had been more men there then they could have stopped him. But no one even tried and it honestly made you feel a little uneasy.
“Y-you said my bag isn't here.” He focused on you as you rose your voice, your eyes fixated on the ground. Right now, you weren't strong enough to look at him. You knew very well that he had protected you, that you should've been more thankful for what he had done for you but he didn't really seem to be that bothered about the fact that you were being so disrespectful to him at the moment. You felt awful: you really didn’t want him to think that you were trying to be disrespectful in any way, shape or form.
“It's back at my apartment. I forgot it.” Lie. He smirked a little flirtatiously as he spoke, his hands buried deep into his pockets as he shrugged.
He was lying, he didn't forget it, he forgot it on purpose.
“You have two options. No, actually… if you really want your bag back, there's only one option.” He said with a harsh undertone as he bent down to come closer to your face. “You need to come with me.” Was he serious? He wanted you to come to his apartment?! Isn't that exactly how most one night stands started?! ‘I visited his apartment and we ended up having sex.’ Was this his way of getting girls in his bed?
“My apartment is nice, I'm sure you’ll like it there.” His voice sounded a little coarse but at the same time, it was somehow filled with an element of excitement. There must have been something within him that made it fun for him to play around with you, if that wasn’t it then there was literally no other reason as to why he would keep coming so close to you.
No other reason than the possibility that he was actually interested in you.
Suddenly, you remembered the phone call that you had had with him yesterday in the late evening. There was a girl with him: he was breathless and his breathing was unregulated, he had definitely called you whilst he was fucking a girl. You felt the disgust crawling under your skin even from the slightest recollection.
“Ok, I'll come with you.” It looked as if he had expected you to give that answer because when you told him, only a small smirk radiated across his face. As long as you were able to maintain the image of Jimin being someone that played people, it should remain possible for you to resist him. You knew it was dangerous and you knew even better that you would have to fight back your feelings with your entire soul, not to fall for him. But let's be honest, you really needed that bag, so at the end of the day, you didn't really have a choice.
“Let's go then, it's not far from here. Do you want to eat something before we go?”
“No.” You knew exactly what his plan was but even if you were actually hungry, there was no way in hell that you would choose to eat with him. It would have sort of been a date then, right?
He accepted your answer without saying another word; he just started to walk and you followed him with a fast pace. He really did walk quickly but you didn’t dare say anything to cause your own public embarrassment. What would he think of you if you were to ask him to walk even a little slower for you?
You walked across a few platforms, dipping in and out of the subway in order to reach his apartment. The last subway station was completely packed out when the train drew up to the platform. When the train pulled up, the passengers ran out of the carriages like crazy, almost knocking you to the floor a few times.
Before you knew it, you could barely see Jimin amongst the crowds of people anymore. The distance between the two of you only seemed to lengthen. You could barely move through the masses of people in the train station but, still, you took every chance you could to look for him but everyone was just so tall.
“Ji-” You began to call out for him over the crowd. Before you knew it, he was suddenly behind you, whispering in your ear: “Grab my hand and don't let go.” Your eyes widened as you immediately took hold of his manly hand. The warmth of his hands was incredibly addictive and it felt so damn good. Not as good as the hug but it gifted you with that same warm feeling. He sauntered casually in front of you, leading you through the waves of people with ease, dodging between the gaps in the chaos.
When you reached the opening of the subway station, the cool air filled your lungs. He waited momentarily for you to take a breather but he didn’t let go of your hand and you, despite the fact that you could have let go of his hand, chose not to. Simply because you didn’t want to let go of his warmth and comfort. Something within you really hoped that he could feel the same…
“You're really clumsy, aren't you?” He said with a soft smile on his face, his eyebrows furrowed a little.
It wasn’t far to his apartment, just has he had previously divulged. In all honesty, a part of you was actually surprised by the surroundings of where he seemed to live. The place was known for being the rich part of the city where all the wealthy entrepreneurs and experienced businessmen would congregate. It was also known that students wouldn’t commonly be found anywhere near that location, not even passing by, especially not living there. Of course, if you were a son or daughter of a wealthy family then that was different but the students that attended a regular school like you, would absolutely never be seen there. In order to live somewhere like this, he would have had to have cash to burn. Maybe, you were just passing by and he lived a little further away?
You soon identified that that wasn’t the case. You both stood in front of a huge, beautiful, grey building. It really looked expensive and you swore to God that you had never seen such a beautiful entrance way in your entire life, obviously excluding the glamorized movies and TV shows. Your mouth fell wide open as you entered the hallway. The decor was divine, each piece of interior beautifully fitted together: sharing the same colour range and high price tag. This was a completely new experience for you. Your whole life, you had only known the village house that you had lived in with your family. Then eventually, you had been able to understand what life was like for a young student, living in a small apartment that was not even comparable to the grandeur of this place. You had already thought your old house was something at least semi-luxurious but when you saw this, it really opened up your eyes to the lavish lives that some people were capable of living.
“You never mentioned you were rich.” You said watching the numbers on the screen go up on the elevator. You stood with him, alone. Even this silver box seemed to look beautiful and expensive, although you didn’t really see why it was so necessary.
He laughed and looked at you with a spark of happiness in his eyes. “I'm not rich, my parents are.”
“Only rich people say that.”
He chuckled again as the elevator came to a halt. He tapped away at the screen of the elevator, in hope of making the doors open a little more quickly. When the doors flew open, he allowed you to step out of the elevator first.
You needed to walk until the end of the floor before you arrived at his apartment with the name ‘Park’ imprinted neatly onto the bell. So that meant that his full name was Park Jimin. He slowly pushed the silver key into the lock and opened the door. You didn't know why you felt so weird in that moment, it was almost as if time had stopped completely. You imagined just how many girls might have seen him opening the door to his apartment like this, just how many times girls had driven with him here. Something about it made you feel a little sadness in your heart, almost as though it was threatening to cave in on itself. You felt how your stomach started to spin. But it was good because that was exactly what kept you from falling for him, despite the pleasure that you’d typically feel when he would touch you. Well, actually it was enough for you just to look at him. You knew that you should try to avoid eye contact with him because it could leave you breathless but something in you begged for it, it was like an addiction.
You refused to take a step into the room so you just stood there as he walked in. “What are you doing? Come in.”
“No, just get me my bag.”
“Y/N, if you don't come in, I won't give you your bag back.”
Asshole, asshole, asshole. You should have known it from the beginning. Of course, he wouldn't just give it to you.
You took a step into his apartment before you pulled your feet out of your Jordans. His apartment really was beautiful, it was incredibly bright with some wood detailing decorating the tables and cabinets. It looked expensive but in a way that it didn’t seem too over-the-top: in a way, it was really comfortable. He had a large, grey couch, which was perfectly centred in the living room. If he had tried this hard to make his apartment look immaculate and simultaneously complimentary, you couldn’t help but think about how perfect of a man he must be.
“Take a seat.” He pointed towards the couch as you made an attempt not to touch anything that looked too valuable, which was basically everything in his apartment. You didn't know what might have happened on this couch before you sat there.
You slowly sat down on the left side of the couch, your hands placed neatly on your lap. You felt really stiff and unnatural, your whole body was filled with tension. He went into the kitchen to do something before calling out to you, asking you what you wanted to drink.
You rejected it right away and he came out of the kitchen, his head only peeking through the small gap in the door, “You sure?”
“Yes, Jimin. Please just give me my bag: it's important.” You slowly felt yourself becoming very tired of this whole situation, the little games that he’d play with you, the way he’d manipulate you into spending time with him. Then, he came out of the kitchen with a glass water for himself. He had a smile on his face as he let his body drop beside yours, so close that his shoulder was touching yours.
“That was the first time you’ve called me by my name.” He smiled.
This is what you just couldn’t understand. Sometimes, he was genuinely so soft towards you without any explanation, other times he was acting like a complete asshole. All that it did was confuse you because you never knew how to react when he acted like this. You knew he was everything but soft and that caused you more irritation than anything else. It angered you to the point that you would feel dizzy just thinking about it.
“Okay, so,” He began, “where was it that you found out this stuff about me?” He looked you in the eyes but your eyes were distant to him, you were deep in thought.
“The teacher.” You responded instantly.
A little silence followed as he attempted to find the right words. Deep inside of you, you knew that he would just deny it to save his own skin. He really wouldn’t want you to know the kind of person that he was. You really hoped that he would deny it - it was as if your sanity depended on it. You knew it was ridiculous because you knew that the teacher had nothing to gain from lying to you. You had seen his antics with you own eyes and heard that he slept around with many girls with you own ears - as much as you’d like to be, you weren’t that ignorant to it all. He took another sip of his water, interlocked his fingers on top of his knees, staring at the water in the glass as he spoke, “Well, she isn't lying.”
It felt as if your entire world had been crushed in one blow, as if all of your hopes had been burned away by the flames of the hell and your body with it. You literally felt your heart break as the words tumbled from his mouth. “I slept around a lot, I was a pain in the ass at school and maybe, there’s still something within me that is like that. I still can't control it.” With every cursed word that he said, your heart transitioned from broken to shattered and, with each word, the pain increased ever so slightly. “But, I-” You cut him off as you stood up, your fists balled tightly at your sides, your knuckles washed white. “Give me my bag.”
“Y/N, not when you-”
“Stop that! That’s enough! I’ve had enough! Stop with these stupid games.” Your voice was so loud that it echoed slightly against the walls of his apartment. It was impossible for you to deny it. You had fallen in love with him. You felt so attracted to him and you hated it so much but what could you do? There was absolutely nothing that you could do to make those feelings go away. You hated him, he was an asshole but he was an asshole that held your heart. There was nothing in the world that could convince you to stop thinking about him. The only way that you might start to heal was if he forcefully abandoned you, leaving you with no other choice but to try and move forward with your life. Oh, how you wished that he would just rip himself out of your life, it would have been so much easier for you. But, no, he just wanted to play with your heart, he wanted to crush you - he played his stupid games over and over again and he didn’t care a single bit. He flirted with you but he also flirted with other girls. You didn't know what to think about him anymore. It was all so confusing.
“What are you talking about? What games?” He asked with confusion masking his voice. In a way, it made you want to throw up. How could he be so stupid? How was he so clueless to what he was doing to you?! You knew that he wasn't, he was just trying to fool you again, fool you into pitying him, fool you into loving him. He would always do that with you: he would be flirty one minute and cold the next and it hurt. You didn’t want to believe for one second that you were even vaguely interested in this guy. You felt physically sick. You hated him so much but you also couldn’t help but love him.
Maybe, you only liked him because he was the first guy to ever even consider giving you some of his attention. He was the first person to make you feel a little wanted, vulnerable, loved. Even if you knew there was no way that he could be serious about all this, you hoped that he was serious about you. Something in you wanted him to be somewhat attracted to you - him: the man that was so perfect. But this wasn't a movie, you weren’t foolish - you knew that your love would always remain unrequited. The past few days had made you feel as though you were featuring in one of those Katherine Heigl movies that you had seen so many times. It was unreal, almost like a dream.
You knew it wasn’t real love that you felt: you were someone that fell in love with the idea of someone liking you. It was strange to get even a little attention but he, at least, made you feel wanted and accepted. God, you really had a problem.
You fought back your tears but they began to fall onto your cheek, onto your pullover and also onto the white floor.
“You just go around with your perfect face and style like you can wrap all these girls around your finger. You know exactly what you are able to do to me, you know it! Yet, you still have so much fun flirting with everything that has two legs and a vagina.” You couldn't hold it back anymore. You just stood there, him behind you, still sitting on the couch. “You knew that someone like me would fall for you so quickly, you knew how easily it would be to get someone like me wrapped around your finger. I want you to stop it now! I can't handle the stupid games you play. Your fake smile is the reason that I can’t sleep at night! I’m there with my heart pounding just at the thought of you and you don’t even care, you don’t even realise what you’re doing to me.” If he could just start liking you or, at least, stop leading you on, things might have been a little easier. Who knows? “I can't handle your aftershave around me with your hands behind my back. You do things to me and I hate you for that. I hate you so much for giving me all this fake attention.” You heard the sound of him standing up from the couch.
“You don't play fair…” Your voice broke under the pressure of the huge ball of pain in your throat, gifting him all these tears, with your broken heart in his hands. He knew that he held your heart in his dirty hands, he knew it all too well. At some point, you sort of knew that you wouldn’t be able to hold this all in anymore. He only gave you problems that you didn’t need in your already shit life. You’d only remember the times where you suffered through years of heavy bullying in elementary school and how in middle school, you slowly watched yourself turn into someone you barely recognised. Your past was stamped into you like the print on a penny. It never goes away, you’ll never forget.
But at some point, you had come to realise that the bullying that you experienced in middle school was nothing in comparison to the heartbreak that consumed your entire being. Right now, no matter how delusional you sounded, you would have preferred to be back in middle school with that rude boy that but spiders in your pencils, or maybe the boy that threw you to the ground and could only laugh at you in hysterics.
“Look at me.” Jimin’s voice appeared right behind you. His voice sounded coarse, he sounded mad. How in the world did he believe that he had the right to speak to you like that? You were shocked even if you shouldn’t have given a single fuck about him or anything that he did. You didn't turn around, you didn't want to see his face, his face of complete satisfaction to the fact that he had won this stupid little game of his and left you completely broken. “Y/N, I said turn around!” He touched your shoulder, your eyes grew larger than the sun as you slapped his hand away from you.
“Don't touch me!” You yelled at him as you walked quickly towards his front to door so that you could finally leave. This was over.
Suddenly, a hand reached around your stomach, pulling you back with so much strength that all you could do was succumb to his power.
Summary: You, a shy, insecure girl, experiences hell (aka. school) every day of your life when Jimin, the popular, perfect man that everyone is somehow afraid of, suddenly takes a huge interest in you. Maybe he wants way more than just to play with your feelings.
Pairing: You x Jimin
Genre: Smut [ +18 ], dom!Jimin, fuckboy!Jimin, tiny tiny bit angst
Word Count: 9.6k (long as f-)
Index: 01, 02, 03
You stared directly into the mirror, biting repetitively on the inside of your right cheek, whilst tugging violently on your fairly-new, fire-red pullover. You honestly had no idea, why in the world you were trying to look even mildly decent: you had no one to impress. Unfortunately, you had never been able to find clothing that had the ability to make you look skinnier. You were chubby, you had a stomach and the thing that saddened you more than anything in the world, was that not a single pullover or shirt could conceal it.
Slowly, you let your body drop to the bed beneath you, both hands resting on your stomach, your eyes glued to the ceiling. You still had a few minutes before you needed to head to your car. Driving to the train station was the bane of your existence.
It was exactly like every other morning of the week: you woke up at 4:30am then got ready whilst simultaneously feeling the immense need to cry your eyes out.
You didn't want to.
That same thought had droned around your mind so many times in your life that you had stopped counting at some point. You were just tired…
After a few minutes, you stood up, taking one last glimpse of yourself in the mirror before leaving your house. The journey to the train station wasn’t that taxing – only ten minutes. You had initially started counting the minutes because you wanted to know exactly how much time you had to stretch before you arrived at the train station: you always tried to make the most of it.
You glanced briefly at the digital clock on the screen of the radio in your car as you drove. You must have checked it every thirty seconds or so. It wasn’t out of nervousness or anticipation but instead, solely because the time seemed to flow more slowly when you did that.
You walked quickly to the station, arriving just as the train drew in. The doors opened, allowing the people to flood right in. A man strolled past you unbelievably swiftly, eyeing his expensive clock, almost stumbling once or twice when the train started to move. You held onto the metal pole, looking around in hope of finding an empty seat. When you spotted two vacant seats, you headed to them as quickly as you could just to ensure that no one could take them before you.
Taking the train was a real pain in the ass.
Passengers were squeezed together with those people that smelt utterly vile, mostly old men, polluting the already-tight atmosphere. However, it also happened that young people would sometimes smell just as bad: sort of like cold sweat. Your body shook in disgust just from the thought of it.
You hated it: you really hated taking the train.
You pushed in your earphones and made an attempt to relax for the one hour journey to your destination, trying to not fall asleep because if you did, you would arrive in just a matter of seconds.
Thankfully, you didn’t fall asleep but the time still went too fast. You jumped out of the train, heading towards the relevant subway station. You pulled out your earphones in order to listen to the loud audio announcement that came through the speakers. It was informing you that your train had experienced technical difficulties and that you were required to take the next available one.
It wasn’t all that bad, you still had enough time to head to school. You pushed your earbuds back in, just for someone to remove them again only seconds later.
“Excuse m–” You froze for a brief moment before turning your head to see a pink-haired guy, standing close behind you.
“Hey, babe.”
This asshole again.
This guy wasn’t a completely stranger to you, I guess you could say that you kind of ‘knew’ him.
A few days ago, you were pretty late and you lost your wallet somewhere in the subway station. Being the kind gentleman that he was, he came up to you with his intimidating friends behind him and handed it back to you. Even now, he was still being the rude ass that you had come to know him as – calling you his ‘chubby babe’ and other vaguely derogatory pet names of sorts. His friends laughed loudly, not forgetting to make you drown even more in your insecurity and asking him why he was even interested in you simply because you weren’t his ‘usual’ type.
You tried your best to ignore them but they followed you to the entrance of your school, just walking behind you with their rude, disruptive talking and sniggering behind your back. When you turned around to see if they were still following you, the dark eyes of the pink-haired guy shot through you, paired with that little smirk that seemed to be permanently etched into his face. You were quick to turn around again but this time, you walked even faster.
Since that day, he was there, at the subway station, almost everyday to follow you to school whilst making a failed attempt to talk to you in a ‘flirtatious’ way. There was no way that he wasn’t the typical fuckboy that you had come to know from books and from the experience of your older sister. She had always told you to stay away from guys like him: they flirt, they make you feel like you’re the one and then they disappear out of your life as if they had never been there to start with.
You were certain that he was exactly like the guys that your sister had warned you about.
You thought that at some point, he would just give up but that was three days ago now. Unfortunately, he was still here, sometimes he talked to you and sometimes he’d just say ‘Hi’, walking behind you all the way to school, playing on his phone.
He was probably just extremely bored but you didn’t really understand exactly what he wanted from you. Entertainment? Were you really that amusing to him?
To be completely honest, it also frightened you a little. You had already thought about telling someone that this guy – this very attractive guy – had been following you for three days now.
Considering the fact that he was hot, had a perfect body and a perfect face, he could have flirted with those skinny, truly beautiful girls that looked at him whilst blushing excessively when they saw him standing beside them. Sometimes he looked back at those girls and gifted them with a soft smile – being the fuckboy that he visibly was.
It would be a complete lie if you said he wasn’t your type. Then again, he was probably the type of every single girl out there.
From the second you saw him, you were blown away by his incredibly flawless face but when he opened his mouth, giving you pet names, the corners of your mouth descended to the ground. You just wanted to get away from him as soon as possible. He made you feel uncomfortable, both in front of his friends and just generally.
There was absolutely nothing about you that he should be interested in. The only possibility that you even deemed to be mildly fathomable was that he was just so bored that his intentions were to wreck you completely and leave you broken-hearted.
“No talking again today, huh?”
You forced your earpieces into your ear a little more harshly than before, whilst simultaneously rolling your eyes in hope of expressing the immense irritation that you felt towards him. To be honest, you just really wanted to make it entirely clear to him that he was not at all welcome around you. But that left him entirely unphased; he was still glued to you. You felt his eyes burning into you for a short moment but when you tried to look back at him out of the corner of your eye, he was quick to return his attention to his phone once again.
You hastily grasped the opportunity in front of you; you moved steadily away from him with high hopes that he wouldn’t even notice. You thanked God for the fact that he was so infatuated by his phone. Your feet began to move increasingly faster in an attempt to distance yourself from him even more. You glanced over your shoulder to see if he was still following you, almost crashing into an elderly woman in the process.
In that moment, the train drew sluggishly into the station.
It wasn’t all that hard to find a seat on this train. There was an isolated seat that was located on the right side of the train that immediately caught your attention. You slumped into the seat, resting your bag on top of your stumpy legs. As you brushed away some stray strands of hair from your face, someone let their body drop beside you like a sack of stones, pushing you further towards the dirtied glass.
You turned to face the person; your eyes almost rolled into the back of your head when you saw him, obviously trying to push his body closer to yours.
You ripped out your earphones. Enough is enough.
“Can you please just stop following me?!”
He lifted his eyes away from his phone with a slightly shocked expression covering his perfect, typically God-like face. That smile followed almost instantaneously as he rested his arm behind you. He came even closer to you, so much that you could feel his minty breath caressing your dainty features; gifting you with all of his attention.
Your heart-rate increased wildly when your eyes met the necklace that rested comfortably on his well-formed chest that was covered by a dark shirt. His black jacket had a series of white stripes printed on it, making it look highly expensive: just like the rest of him – priceless. His movements allowed his scent to fly around in your nose, making you blush profusely.
A man had never come so close to you, it felt semi-intimate, causing your mind to be sent to another dimension. This coupled with the fact that he was absolutely faultless, caused an incomprehensible issue for your heart.
“I didn’t know you could talk.”
When he raised his voice you stared directly at him, obviously feeling the burning heat in your cheeks spread even further across your face. You pushed your body further to the icy glass in an attempt to create at least a little more space between the two of you.
Again, you focused on the argon-silver necklace that was draped meticulously around his neck, your eyes circling around his exposed collarbones and plump lips.
“You want it?”
Your eyes widened as you looked into his eyes with the most dumbfounded expression. You couldn’t believe those words had escaped his mouth. Quickly, you rose from your seat. Who did he think he was?
Whatever sick and twisted game he was playing, he had succeeded in crossing the line.
“You’re disgusting.”
His brows furrowed at your words as he watched you walk in front of him, starting to leave: “People like you make me sick, do you realise how disgusting that is?”
“What are you talking about? Wait…” He retorted, pausing only momentarily, “Did you think I meant that I want to have sex with you?”
Sex?! Did he just say ‘sex’? ‘Sex with you’? WHAT?! No. No. No. It was meant to be an unspoken sort of thing!
Embarrassment consumed you as his words began to sink in. “W-well, that’s what you meant, didn’t... you?” Your voice lost even more confidence as the sentence went on.
He smirked at you, his expression ranging from perplexion to mild amusement as a chuckle escaped his lips: “No, at least not yet anyway. I meant my necklace.”
You were done with this conversation. He had caused your complete embarrassment and he knew that all too well. He knew exactly what effect his mere presence had on women and of course, he played that card extremely skillfully. You really hated him as well as your weak body for letting him have exactly this affect on you.
There was no way that this guy should have been able to make you feel this way. He was an asshole, a flirt.
You recalled what he had said over and over again in your head, ‘at least not yet’.
Not even in a million years, you bastard.
“No, thanks.” You moved quickly, searching for another seat far, far away from him. When you thought about it like that; even if he was on another planet, he could never be far enough from you: that was a fact.
Suddenly, you felt a tight pressure securing itself around one of your wrists. You glanced back quickly, only to see a manly hand gripping your wrist with force. You looked up, regarding the pink-haired man’s face with your disapproving expression once more.
“Why don’t you want to talk to me?”
“Because you represent everything I hate in a guy.” Your answer literally shot out of you and he raised an eyebrow, still holding your wrist firmly in his grip: the pressure getting more intense with every second.
“Oh come on, you don’t even know me.”
“I know enough to understand that I don’t want to have you anywhere near me!”
The train drew to a halt at the station, allowing you to free yourself from his grip and exit the train.
You walked as quickly as possible to the exit of the station. There were more important things you had to worry about than him. Why did you even bother answering him in the first place? You should have known from the beginning that this conversation would most likely escalate into something that you wouldn’t be comfortable with.
He was a complete asshole: nothing less, nothing more.
If you hadn’t been so cripplingly anti-social then you might have thought of meeting a friend before but, of course, someone like you didn’t even have any friends. Maybe if you hadn’t been so introverted, he might have never started following you or at least, he might have given up by now. But of course, that was not the case: he was still there, behind you. This time his attention wasn’t concentrated on his phone, you had his full attention, his gaze refusing to leave you even once.
The heat from the blaring sun put you in a daze. Slowly but surely, you felt the entirety of your face begin to burn under the warmth. This time it was mainly caused by the fact that you had walked so incredibly fast that your legs might have actually been able to detach themselves from your body if you weren’t careful. You were fully aware that your face would be entirely crimson by the time that you would arrive at school. Thank God that it wasn’t much further! You also praised the heavens for the fact that he didn’t open his idiotic mouth to say anything more. Only a few meters and you would finally be able to get rid of him.
The footsteps behind you suddenly started to increase in speed and then there he was, towering over you whilst effortlessly keeping up with your duck-like waddle. You looked down to ensure that he wouldn’t see your red, sweaty face. You hated it when you looked like that, it was truly disgusting.
He crouched slightly in an attempt to catch even the slightest glimpse of your face. His necklace caught your attention once again as it swung around wildly as he ambled beside you. He wasn’t even slightly exhausted, his breath was regulated and it seemed as though he was never walking quickly in the first place. To be honest, it sort of seemed like he hadn’t done any form of physical activity whatsoever.
Of course, he was probably well-trained with an impressive amount of stamina. So basically, he was everything that your lazy ass was not.
Your breath escaped your body more frequently with every second that passed but you tried to conceal the fact that you had less oxygen reaching your lungs than a corpse so that he didn’t laugh at you. You already looked like you had never interacted with or even seen a piece of fitness equipment in your entire life; breathing like you had just climbed a mountain twenty times in front of a human work of art would just make the whole experience twice as bad. What would he think of you?
“Babe, breathe or you will explode. You shouldn’t kee-”
“What the hell are you doing back here?!” A loud voice boomed from in front of you, cutting him off instantaneously. The pink-haired guy shot up to look at where the noise had come from as though he had partially undergone electrocution. When he caught sight of the woman that had spoken, he stopped dead in his tracks. It was one of your teachers. Without warning, she came directly up to you. A fiery gleam lay vacant in her eyes; you could tell for sure that she was trying to cover her fury with professionalism. It wasn’t entirely clear to you as to why she was so livid towards this random guy but it was still incredibly intriguing. She gestured her hand towards the way that you had just come, thankfully showing him the way out.
“Woah, okay. Before you try to do me for harassment or something, I didn’t technically cross the entrance line yet.”
The teacher gripped onto your arm with a little force and pulled you away from him. You almost tripped over your feet in the process of it all.
What the hell?!
She moved her body closer to his, probably to the extremity that she would be able to feel his breath on her face but he didn’t seem to have any intention of moving away. Instead, a malicious, twisted smirk distorted his angelic appearance. It was something that you had never thought you would see on the face of a human being. There was such discreet malicious intent behind that smirk of his. You eyes were transfixed on him, failing to allow your eyes to move away from it: you just couldn’t look away. What was happening to him?
The teacher was substantially smaller than him yet he still rose his chin slightly in disdain, throwing his head to the side before looking back down at her. “Don’t you dare touch a single one of the students at this school ever again.”
His smile died but his eyes grew full of that familiar darkness that his smirk would typically contain, “I didn’t realise that it was any of your fucking business.”
You almost couldn’t believe your ears. He had spoken to the teacher with such disrespect. Did he know her?
The school bell rang loudly, resonating throughout the entire campus. You quickly ran to the entrance of the school and along the hallway to your classroom, leaving the pink-haired guy and the teacher behind you.
Whilst you greeted your classmates, you were so unbelievably lost in your thoughts that you weren’t even able to recognise whoever you greeted. Your mind was frozen in the moment that had left you so incredibly dumbstruck. None of it made any sense…
***
No matter how much you thought about it, you wouldn’t be able to find any answers with the little information that you actually knew about him anyway. You didn't want to think about him anymore, really if you continued to then you would inevitably get a headache. He wasn’t worth it in the first place and it wasn’t like this whole situation was really any of your business.
You had finally reached the last class of the day already and in only a few minutes, the bell would ring once again and all the students would be freed from their chamber of torture, they would run out so eagerly that it is possible that they would crush you to the depths of the earth’s core.
A tiny part of you didn’t want to leave the classroom when the bell signalled; a small part of you was afraid that you might run into him outside again. He had never spoken to you nor had he ever looked at you in the way that he had done with the teacher but this slight fear was still swelling inside of you, even if you couldn't figure out exactly what was causing it yet.
Slowly, you put all of your books back into your bag. You glanced towards the door: Amy was waiting for you just as she always did. You didn’t really understand why she waited for you. It wasn’t like you were friends or anything; she was just always there, waiting for you.
As soon as you had gathered your things, you walked out of the classroom together. You two never spoke much either. The walk was always almost completely silent. To be honest, it was sort of awkward but she didn’t seem to care all that much. You had thought about asking her what it was that she wanted from you once or twice but you had decided against it - you were meant to be nice to people so they might actually start liking you.
Not that you cared…
…of course, you didn’t care.
You both exited the school building, it took a good few minutes for you to walk around the corner to the huge school gate. When you say that the school gate was huge, there was absolutely no exaggeration - it really was fucking gigantic. It was very possible that the gate was larger than the width of your entire apartment. In a way, it was a little intimidating but you were certain that there was some reason as to why it had been made with such sophisticated grandeur and immense size. Historically, that was a typical feature of buildings in this area.
Your heart-rate increased to one-hundred miles per hour when you saw him leaning against the wall. Suddenly, that big-ass gate became even more intimidating to you. His eyes were again transfixed on his phone, rapidly tapping away at the screen. Maybe, you could sneak past him unnoticed?
“Fuck!” You accidentally spat out what was meant to be nothing more than a thought in your head: you were just so shocked that he had actually waited for you, or at least come back to pick you up that you couldn’t control yourself.
“Fuck, indeed!” You turned your head to see your classmate sweeping her slender fingers through her flowing, blonde locks, making sure that every hair was in neatly in place.
In all honesty, your classmate was a really beautiful girl; she was one of those girls that was able to wrap a lot of guys around her finger with ease.
You could see the way that she pulled her skirt a little higher and adjusted her bra straps ever so slightly. Don’t misunderstand, Amy was never the slutty type. In fact, she was probably one of the more decent people in your school. In a way, it felt more like you went to a whore-house everyday rather than a school. The sad thing was that you knew that he would take one look at her and forget you completely: she really was the full package.
The gate came closer into your vision: he came closer in your vision. His pink-hair seemed to have been slightly dowsed by light rain or something of the sort. His hair covered his face flawlessly, just as it always did. As if on queue, he looked up from his phone, tucking it into his back pocket.
His eyes collided directly with your gaze, “You took your time.” He smiled at you weakly, holding a kind of softness that you weren’t familiar with yet.
“Hey.” Amy responded, not even allowing you to give him an answer, “I don’t think I’ve met you before, do you have a name?”
He looked at her momentarily, boredom masking his face: “I do.”
“Going to tell me what it is then?”
His brown eyes scanned your face once again as though he was waiting for you to say something against it: “I’m not sure that’s any of your business, darling.”
Then, he turned to face you again, “But I sure wouldn’t mind telling this one my name.” He smirked at you.
You felt your heart fall into a thousand pieces.
He suddenly swung his arm around you, making your heart jump like excitable children on a new trampoline. He was completely ignoring your classmate, making her look like she wasn’t really wanted there. You felt slightly guilty: Amy was someone that didn’t deserve this and this guy was just going to upset her.
Suddenly, you were broken from your thoughts when you felt him coming a little too close for your liking; you could feel his hair literally tickling your left ear and his felt his breath caressing your neck. It was warm and heavenly, even if it did seem a little strange to you.
His breath began spinning around near your ear with grace: “The name is Jimin, by the way.” Your heart was beating faster than it ever had in your life, even faster than that one time you ran the 100m in Sports Day like nine years ago. He nuzzled his head into your neck gently. His small, perfectly-formed nose came into to contact with your jawline as he spoke, lips tracing your neck gently.
“Make sure not to forget my name, babe.”
Before you were able to comprehend what had just happened, he had pulled away from you as though it had never happened. You could still feel his lips ghosting your ears, the feeling of his breath colliding with your skin. He was heavenly but he was also a sin, a sin that you could never divulge in.
You were still lost in the moment when his face had come so close to yours but shortly after he had left you, all your senses came back, hitting you in the face like a splash of water.
“Don’t touch me!” You turned to shake his arm off of you, taking a step closer to your classmate, already feeling a little more comfortable.
It wasn’t like you felt totally uncomfortable around him; there was definitely significant awkwardness but you didn’t feel as though he was going to kidnap you or anything. You were just uncomfortable because you didn’t know the meaning behind his actions.
His eyes widened for a short moment when you yelled at him. He obviously didn’t expect you to react that way after he had come so close to you. Normally, girls would fall over head over heels for him if he were to come within a metre radius of them.
Girls loved his touch, why didn’t you?
“Woah-ho, calm down, babe.” He lifted his hands to show you that he had no intention of touching you anymore.
Your classmate just stood there with a shocked expression all over her face, not really understanding the whole situation but also being all blown away by the fact that he was getting so close to you for no apparent reason. You noticed her face, her expression and you could almost see awkwardness behind it.
You didn’t want the situation to escalate any further so, without saying a word, you just started to walk away, leaving them behind you - full of confusion.
Whatever he was trying to get out of you, the way he was going about doing so really creeped you out. Who did he think he was?
***
Thankfully, he didn’t follow you any further and you were able to go home without fighting to be alone.
You let your bag fall to the ground as you closed the door to your small apartment. You threw your shoes aside and let your body sink into your cheap yet comfortable couch. For you, the day had been truly exhausting yet, somehow, it had excited you. The memories of pink hair tickling your ear and cheeks, his breath so close to you - it was all new to you. You could sense his aftershave lingering on your body, which refused to let you forget about him, at least for the time being.
He was there with you. At least, it felt that way and it made your nerves electrify with apprehension.
You didn’t know what he would do tomorrow. What if he was trying to take it to the next level? What if he wanted more than just to come close to you? Again, a little fear shot through your body. There was something about him that caused you to feel unsteady. You were unsure if it was his ethereal appearance that caused you to feel this way or maybe it was just the fact that you had successfully gained yourself a stalker in the mundane life that you were living. All this just seemed a little too unreal to you - there was no way that you had anything on this guy.
After thinking about him for at least thirty minutes, you were finally able to calm yourself down. The pillows on the couch felt smooth against your skin so you readjusted yourself in the seat so that you could rub your legs against them a little more. It was a pleasant, relaxational feeling that allowed your body to sink into the couch even more, serenity filling your body for the first time today. With each breath, you sensed your eyes getting heavier.. Since the day had left you without energy, you felt like a little nap was almost necessary if you wanted to complete your homework that night.
The idea of a nap, got tossed out the window when you felt a vibration in the pocket of your pullover. You pulled out your phone and looked at the screen, despite the fact that it was a little too bright for your liking.
Unknown [6:46]:
“Next time, you could at least say goodbye.”
Who was that?
Unknown [6:47]:
“You’re pretty disrespectful to older men.”
The first thought that shot through your mind was that it was from that Jimin-guy. It won’t be him, right? It must have been someone who’s number you might have accidentally deleted or a person that had changed their number fairly recently.
You [6:54]:
“Who is this?”
You stared at your screen, waiting for them to respond to you.
Unknown [6:55]:
“Jimin, you know, the guy you thought wanted to have sex with you on the train.”
Asshole?!?!
You [6:55]:
“I didn’t think that!!!!!”
You [6:55]:
“How did you get my number?”
Unknown [6:56]:
“Your friend gave it to me.”
You threw your head back in exhaustion, almost hitting the hard edge of the couch with it. Why in the world would she do that? You obviously showed the both of them that you didn’t want him anywhere near you.
Aside from that, you didn’t even know that she had your number in her phone. It was probable that she had gotten it from the class president. On the first day of school, he had saved all of the numbers of the students to keep in touch with them and to remind you about any upcoming tests. Until now, he hadn't done so even once but then again, you didn’t expect anything less. So much for that.
Unknown [7:05]:
“It was pretty easy to make her give me your number, you should look for better friends.”
You [7:06]:
“She isn’t my friend. She is just my classmate. What do you want?”
Unknown [7:06]:
“What makes you think I want something?”
You [7:06]:
“Well, there must be a reason why you’ve been following me for three days and asking my classmates for my number.”
This time it took him a little longer to respond but you were too curious to put your phone away just yet. Plus, the ‘online’ sign beside his number made it clear to you that he would reply soon enough.
Unknown [7:15]:
“There are a lot of things that I want from you. There are especially things I’d like to do with you but for now, I’m okay just chatting.”
You [7:15]
“You’re disgusting.”
You groaned in frustration as you locked your phone and threw it onto the table, lying back onto the couch, your left arm resting over your eyes. This guy was really the biggest bastard in the history of the universe. You couldn’t believe that guys like him actually existed. The springs in the couch creaked slightly as you moved to make yourself more comfortable. Jimin was someone that managed to exceed your expectations of idiocy because out of all the complete assholes that you had encountered so far in your life, he managed to put them all to shame.
Yes, he might look pretty decent but his character had the ability to have you put into a mental institution.
When you heard the vibration of your phone, you just had to look at what he had written. When you saw his message, your eyes widened, a blush running across your cheeks. You unlocked your phone angrily, tapped on his chat and blocked him immediately. You turned your phone upside-down and slammed it onto the table.
Unknown [7:17]:
“Why do you keep telling me that I’m disgusting? I didn’t ask you to suck my dick.’’
Disgusting.
When you woke up the next day, you almost left too late because you couldn’t decide on what to wear. It was rather unusual for you to even sit there debating over what to wear for longer than thirty seconds. You headed to your car, jumped right in and luckily, you were able to catch the train in time. Your breathing was heavily unregulated as you ran into the train carriage: unfortunately, not getting a seat this time. You had to stand the whole ride, which kind of killed you inside and instantly, put you into a bad mood.
You knew he would be there when you arrived at the subway station. You hated the fact that he would somehow always appear at the forefront of your conscience; you didn’t want to think about him.
When the train stopped at your destination, you jumped out of the train just like the other passengers around you did. You almost got killed on the way out: people were really in a rush today. Getting off the train was really your daily challenge to make it out alive. However, today, you were in favour of being killed in a stampede. The whole idea of facing that idiot made you sick to the stomach.
Your eyes focused on your phone, whilst you swiped the screen to find a better song to listen to. After you skipped some songs, you stopped at a song called ‘Champagne & Sunshine’. Sounded cute.
‘Love, take it off.’
It had a nice sound but the second line was already making you a little flustered yet you didn’t want to stop listening to it. It really was an amazing song. Usually, you listened to happier songs more so that your mood would be a little brighter, or occasionally, you’d listen to a sadder song when you felt like it. But this song was different and you liked it.
‘She love that dirty talk. Pushing her up, against the wall.‘
Your eyes focused at a point on the wall across the railway lines; your heart pounded against your chest and you could feel it so intensely through every, single bone in your body.
The world stopped spinning.
A hand grabbed your phone, pulling you back into the reality. You turned your head quickly as if you had just been caught doing something completely forbidden. If your heart could have jumped out of your chest, you would have watched it running away, over the long railway lines, getting hit by the power of the oncoming train.
‘Rough sex on the bedroom floor.’
With shock written all over your face, you almost lost your balance. You looked into his dark-brown eyes piercing your body and your entire soul just like the lyrics of the seductive song. Redness was painted all over your face and your mouth stood wide open. You didn’t expect him to suddenly grab your hand. Not here. Not now.
‘Hop in the shower, she begging for more.’
You didn’t know if your heart could have sunken any further into ground but you were fully aware of the embarrassment that was happily tormenting you.
Your earphones got pulled out when he stole your phone from you, checking the display.
“NO! Give it back!!”
His eyes scanned the screen of your phone as he tapped away at it. He kept turning away from you, making it even harder for you to get your phone back. You pulled on his thin, black pullover but then he suddenly raised his arm and threw it around your neck, forcing you to look at your phone. You were now trapped under his arm, his face dangerously close to yours: making the atmosphere so tense that you didn’t even dare to breathe.
He had your chat open so that you could see his last message; it made your face turn completely red once again. Reading this message with him so close to you made your stomach feel incredibly weird, it felt light but heavy at the same time. He opened up your settings and pointed directly at the blue ‘blocked’ button.
“See this?”
He tapped on it, the button switching from the blue ‘blocked’ button back to the red ‘block’ one.
“Don’t ever block me again, got it? There’s no need to do that.” He whispered, gifting you with a collection of goosebumps on your arms.
He carefully let go of you before positioning himself in front of you, handing your phone over. You snatched it out of his hand before putting it back into the pocket of your pullover.
“Nice song choice by the way.” Then it dawned upon you that he had seen the song that you were listening to earlier. Even worse than that, he knew the lyrics. You sensed all the blood drain from your face, this time your face wasn’t flushed from the embarrassment, you were just as white as a sheet. You could see the same devilish smirk appearing on his face as he watched your reaction. You didn’t know what to say, you didn’t even know if you would be able to formulate words so you thought it was best to keep your mouth shut.
You didn’t say anything more to one another: you both just stood there waiting for the train to draw in. Never before had it felt like the train had taken that long to arrive.
Suddenly, it dawned upon you that he looked really handsome today in all black. He turned around, pulling his phone out as he focused on it, giving you a great side view of him.
He really was a beautiful man, even if he had an incredibly strange character. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his silver bracelet beginning to slip a little lower on his forearm. Something about that made him look even sexier, even more alluring. He wore the same necklace again, just like every other day. The long necklace was plain but it was definitely more than noticeable around his neck; it had the ability to define his chest perfectly, just enough to draw you to it. He also wore a substantial number of rings around his middle fingers, thumb and ring fingers. It matched the rest of his outfit perfectly. He really stood out in large crowds, not in the bad way - he just looked very different to everyone else.
If you were honest to yourself, you were a real sucker for necklaces, bracelets and rings when people would wear them with such sophistication.
You stared at his plump, pillow-like lips. You had no idea what kind of gravity was drawing you in right now but you definitely couldn't deny that you wanted to know whether he was a good kisser or not. He was probably extremely impressive in that area, since you were pretty damn sure that he was experienced as hell. Whilst you had never even had the pleasure of holding hands with a guy, excluding your father, he was someone that probably really knew what he was doing in almost every department.
His hair wasn't exposed today, a white cap was hiding his blonde hair.
… hold up.
All of a sudden, it hit you like a truck, causing you to forget everything that had just happened. He had changed his hair colour and you hadn’t even noticed until just now, despite staring at him the entire time.
“Oh my god! You changed your hair colour!” You squealed without thinking. Your cheeks flushed a light shade of crimson as you realised exactly what you had said.
Oh shit!
Now, he would definitely know that you had been looking at him, not only for a little time but for quite a while, since you sounded very shocked. What would he think? This asshole really didn’t need anymore of an ego boost.
He looked at you with his eyebrows knotted slightly before a small smirk began to emerge on his face. He slid his phone into his back pocket once again.
“I didn’t think you would notice.” His smirk grew bigger as he saw your slightly reddened face, which you rushed to cover with the sleeves of your pullover.
You could almost anticipate his laughter but you didn’t care that much: you were too embarrassed to face him.
To your surprise, he didn’t laugh at you. Suddenly, you felt his scent intensify, followed by the sensation of warm breath on your cheek. You removed your hands from your face, looking up at him smiling widely at you. He lifted his cap off his head, revealing a mass of flaxen-blonde hair. It had a slightly wispy flow to it, making it look even more flawless than you could have imagined.
You felt yourself stumble back a little when you saw it, your jaw dropping slightly in amazement. You weren’t sure if you had ever seen something so beautiful in your life.
“You like it?” He vocalised, remaining a little too close for you to be able to think straight. You found yourself kind of staring at him without really saying anything - it was partially in awe of how good he looked and partially as a result of your brain failing to function as an aftereffect.
“Well?” He asked once again, repeating himself, knowing full-well what your answer would be.
You tried to look away from him as you answered, “Mhmm, yeah. It looks nice.” You stuttered whilst trying to maintain your composure.
“Wanna touch it? It’s soft.” He bent down a little to your height. A part of you did want to touch it but you were slightly unsure if that would be considered appropriate, knowing you really weren’t that close. Wasn’t that a little too intimate for someone that you barely knew?
You eyed his hair once more. Suddenly, a wash of cold air blew past you as the train pulled into the station. It shocked you a little, even though you had been waiting for the train in the first place, you just weren’t thinking properly right now. Everything became difficult for you to anticipate when the only thing on your mind was Jimin.
You entered the train, with Jimin following closely behind you, taking a seat right beside you, once you had found one. He had already put his white cap back on. In a way, it made you a little sad, mainly because a part of you really wanted to stare at it a little longer.
“What do you want? Why are you still here?” It literally took all the courage that you had amassed over the past ten years of your life to talk to him in that manner. Your voice was shaky and practically inaudible, you almost feared that he didn’t hear you. But when he looked down with a gentle smile drawn across his face, you were certain that he had heard you. You were a little fearful that he might think that you wanted him to be with you all the time, that was definitely not the case - or at least, he couldn’t think that was the case.
“I’ll tell you if you go on a date with me.”
This asshole.
“No, thanks.”
He laughed whilst leaning back, positioning his arm across your back and around your shoulder. He had the ability to make you feel small when he would do these things mainly because you felt conflicted as to what he really wanted. It was probable that he wouldn’t even tell you what his intentions were, even if you agreed to his offer.
“I knew you would say that. You’re really simple, Y/N.”
Quickly, you turned to face him, you hadn’t expected him to say your name, since you had never disclosed that information to him. You didn’t bother to ask him how exactly he knew it, mainly because you had already assumed that he had just asked your classmate. In that moment, you just wanted to disappear, even if you knew that it was impossible. Even if you were to run away from him, you knew that he would just follow with ease. He wasn’t one to give up easily, that had become apparent from his rather obsessive personality. You were still waiting for him to give up but in reality, you weren’t sure that he was ever willing to do so.
“I’m not simple…” You said quietly, not daring to look at him.
“I think you are. The way you blush so cutely and how easily you can be convinced that I want something from you. But, really, I just think that you hate the fact that you’re as interested in me as I am in you.” He neared me, waving his hands carelessly as if he were stating facts.
“Oh, I’m definitely not interested in you!”
“Why not? Are you afraid that I could be the one for you?” He smirked and leaned forward to get a better look at you.
Was he being serious right now? How could he be so confident? Why was he being so direct? What was making him act like this? There was no way that he could possibly know whether you were actually interested in him or not. If he was really as interested in you as he had made out that he was only seconds ago, shouldn’t he be more afraid that he might say the wrong thing?
The problem was that he didn’t say anything wrong. It was actually you that was afraid, you were scared of getting close to him, considering all of the things that he had hidden from you. With the way that he spoke to you and the way that he came so close to you, you found yourself obsessing more and more over everything that your sister had warned you about.
You couldn’t answer him, your mouth just didn’t want to work in coordination with your brain anymore.
Hell, this train ride felt like it had lasted forever but, when you finally arrived at your station, you felt a large weight lift itself from your shoulders. Of course, he was still following you like a lost puppy. Girls, and even boys were staring at him, probably due to two different reasons. Girls blushed profusely as they looked at him, semi-weak at the knees. However, many of the guys reacted very differently: it was obvious to you that the majority of them were really trying to keep their distance, only staring at him in awe as he walked past.
It almost seemed as if everyone knew him already, just not you.
He slowly drew to a stop once you arrived at the school gate. Of course, you just continued to walk onto the premises, leaving him behind you. Obviously, there was no way that he was going to let you leave without embarrassing you.
“Next time, I at least want a goodbye-kiss.” He said a little louder than speaking-level. Despite the fact that it hadn’t been that vocal, it was still loud enough for people to understand. People were quick to look up, inclusive of the teacher that had just come out of the building.
As the days went on, he continued to wait for you at the subway station, following you and picking you up from school every day. But something in him had definitely changed, something made you want to talk with him more than before. He just began to seem less irritating over the past four days.
It wasn’t like you talked much but it was definitely more than before. Also, it wasn’t ever anything all that special, he would simply crack jokes about one thing or another, causing you to die from laughter once or twice. You didn’t know much about his life or about him as a person but he was someone that you found at least mildly entertaining. Generally, this was one of the things about him that really confused you. Sometimes he was unbelievably nice but the next second, he was the same asshole that you had been introduced to on the first day you met. He was a flirt, a total flirt. He would always come so close to you that you could literally feel your stomach doing flips. The scent of his aftershave filled your nostrils and imprinted itself onto your skin, he really smelled good.
He also never missed the chance to make you blush in front of everyone, regardless as to whether it was in front of the students from your school or just passengers on the train. It wasn’t just you that he would cause to blush, he always made sure that everyone around you would suffer as well, whether it was from saying something that was dirty or something that had a dual-meaning.
You walked up the steps to the entrance of the building. Thankfully, you were not as late as you were the day before. In fact, you even had a few minutes to spare. You walked along the hallway to your tutor room. Normally, you would be too late for registration but luckily, today was different. You really hoped that your tutor wouldn’t yell at you for barely seeing you for the past week. She’d be understanding, right? She knew that you took the train every single day and trains can be delayed quite frequently.
There were a group of students already huddled outside of the classroom door. They were whispering in the corner, which subsequently made you feel even more insecure. They were talking about you. They must be. Maybe they were talking about how you had actually shown up for once, maybe they were talking about how fat and ugly you looked. You really hoped not.
You just stood in the corner, waiting for the teacher to arrive, since the door was locked. You stood alone. The corridor began filling up more as time went on. Your usual teacher didn’t arrive, instead the woman that normally taught you English ran the session.
She gestured for all of you to enter the classroom and began talking about why your normal teacher was absent today: apparently, she was sick or something.
“Y/N.” Your english teacher whispered to you once she had completed the registration list, catching your attention. You looked at her and smiled weakly. Shit, what did you do now?
“Yes, miss?” You responded, readjusting yourself in your seat as you spoke. The teacher looked a little taken-aback or afraid, it was difficult to tell. You started to worry a little more, had you really done something wrong?
“During your lunch-break today, is it possible for you to come to my classroom so that we can talk about something important?”
Your eyes widened at her statement. In all honesty, you were a little shocked. You were one of those students that everyone had a tendency to ignore: that was inclusive of teachers so this whole situation was completely foreign to you. You had never been a bad student so you had no idea what she might want to talk to you about. You weren’t failing any classes, you weren’t late to your actual classes, you handed in assignments on time: what could it be about?
“What do you want to speak to me about?” You asked her with immense confusion. You even felt yourself getting a little defensive, like you were being attacked in some kind of way.
“It’s nothing to worry about, Y/N. It’s just a discussion about your choice of friends.”
Friends? What friends?
You had asked that question for some sort of clarification but her answer just caused you more confusion.
By the time that lunch-break had arrived, you were shaking with apprehension. You really had no idea what she was going to say to you. You tapped lightly on her classroom door three times before she called out to you to enter the room.
She smiled widely in your direction as you closed the door behind you.
“Hello, Y/N, please take a seat.” You sat in the chair across from her, your nerves electrifying, “The reason that I wanted to speak to you was regarding the young man that I have recently seen you hanging around with.”
Was she talking about Jimin?
She thought that he was my friend?! It really irritated you how you literally couldn’t even go to school without the mention of him. He had quite literally taken over your life, everything had to be about him.
“Are you talking about the guy that walks me to school everyday?” You mumbled, stuttering slightly.
“Yes.” She smiled at you, answering with certainty: “Before you commit to anything with that young man, all of the teaching staff here would like you to know exactly what you are getting yourself into.”
Were you finally going to get some answers about exactly who he was? Exactly what his attentions were?
You nodded eagerly for her to continue, whilst you moved nervously in the chair. It was really nerve-wracking, almost causing you to feel sick to the pit of your stomach, as you waited for her to say something. He must have done something really horrible if the teachers even wanted to talk to you, to get him away from every single student on the campus. You just waited for the “He killed someone” or the “Y/N, he rapes girls and he’s a stalker.” In that moment of tension, you could only think about the worst-case scenario.
She just stared at you with this expression that held something unbelievably tragic, as though she thought that she might really break your heart with what she was about to say. As she closed her eyes, she stood up and walked around the room, looking out of the big window so that she could look over the whole campus. As she paced back and forth, you could see the mechanics of her brain whirring at maximum capacity, trying to find the right words.
She was really driving you crazy: your thoughts running at one-hundred miles per hour.
“On the first day, he already was really unruly; intolerant; obnoxious. On many occasions, he would start fights with other male students and when he wasn’t doing that, he was flirting with female students. He would concentrate on girls more than he would on his classes. At first, we thought that he was just the same as every other student with behavioural issues. You know, we have had a lot of difficult students in our time…but he really was different.”
She paused for a moment as she leant against the big window of her classroom, looking down as if she had suddenly remembered everything that he had done. A slightly disgusted look grazed over her face.
“Y/N, he is really smart. He wasn’t just the average kind of smart, he really was something. He could have gone onto an elitist school and even then, it was a possibility that the classes wouldn’t have challenged him enough. He could have had a great future if he hadn’t been so screwed up…”
“As far as our records go back, he has always lived alone. Honestly, as a school, we really knew very little about him. We figured that his parents were divorced. However, I never had the pleasure of meeting them. He did everything by himself, he didn’t rely on anyone, he really believed that he could carry the world on his shoulders. I don’t want to say that he is a bad person in particular, he is just…screwed up. He knew all the boundaries, his own limits but it was almost as if he enjoyed crossing the line. We know that he had both romantic and sexual relationships with many girls on this campus. Honestly, we wouldn’t care about this nearly as much if these girls didn’t get so distracted by him or if they didn’t start failing classes. Eventually, he would break them to pieces. He left some so broken that they left the school, the area: they did everything they could to get away from him. He managed to stay in this school for a year before having to move on after we found him…”
She swallowed hard before sauntering to take a seat beside you.
“…after we found him being very intimate with a young teacher in one of the vacant classrooms.”
A/N: This is my first smut, I hope ya’ll enjoyed it! Thank you so much to my dear friend who helped me so much with this smut. She spend months correcting it and hours thinking about the story to continue it perfectly. I love you nero.
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