This has been stuck in my head since he was released about why his hair is white and his eyes color is red.
Perhaps he was a brunette boy before because you can see darker color on the bottom of his eyebrows.
Also since he's not a person who's good at expressing himself makes him bottling up his emotions of pain and stressed (both his and seeing MC's being subjected). Suddenly his hair turns white like having Marie Antoinette syndrome. They both endured being tortured for so long. Perhaps one experiment effected his melanine tremendously bad, making his skin so sensitive to sunlight and his iris turned red.
Edit : if he was born as a white haired boy, his eyelashes should've been white as well. But instead his eyelashes are dark brown.
This is one of the strongest Mars placements for intensity.
Core Mars in Scorpio:
He desires:
emotional intensity
deep sexual chemistry
emotional loyalty
transformative intimacy
This placement does NOT do shallow desire.
He wants:
emotional surrender
complete trust
emotional possession/bonding
Mars conjunct Pluto in Scorpio
This amplifies everything enormously.
This creates:
magnetic presence
obsessive attraction patterns
emotional extremity
very powerful sexual energy
Relationships can become:
consuming
transformative
emotionally addictive
Attraction here feels fated and impossible to ignore.
Mars trine Saturn in Pisces
This stabilizes the intensity.
This is important because it gives:
emotional endurance
self-control
loyalty
ability to commit deeply
Without this, the chart could become pure chaos.
But Saturn gives emotional depth structure.
Mars sextile Uranus in Capricorn
Adds:
attraction to unconventional people
excitement needs in relationships
sexual curiosity
unpredictability in chemistry
He needs relationships to stay emotionally alive and evolving.
Mars sextile Neptune in Capricorn
This adds romantic fantasy.
He is attracted to:
emotionally soft people
dreamlike chemistry
emotional/spiritual connection
This creates:
idealisation tendencies
fantasy bonding
emotional intuition in attraction
3. Eros Rx in Pisces
(trine Mars/Pluto, sextile Uranus)
This placement is very emotionally erotic.
Eros in Pisces:
He is erotically drawn to:
emotional vulnerability
softness
fantasy
emotional/spiritual intimacy
deep emotional surrender
Desire here is:
emotional
imaginative
consuming
soulful
Trine Mars + Pluto
This is incredibly intense.
This creates:
obsession-level chemistry
emotional/sexual magnetism
powerful fantasy attachment
He likely experiences attraction in a very all-consuming way.
Sextile Uranus
Adds fascination with:
unconventional attraction
emotionally unusual people
chemistry that feels electric or unexpected
4. Juno in Sagittarius
This is interesting because it adds freedom into an otherwise emotionally intense chart.
For commitment, he needs:
honesty
openness
growth
adventure
emotional truth
He does NOT want:
emotional dishonesty
restrictive/control-heavy dynamics
Even with all the Scorpio intensity:
he still needs space to breathe and grow.
5. Lilith Rx in Cancer
(square Mercury/Chiron, trine Venus)
This placement adds emotional sensitivity and hidden vulnerability.
Lilith in Cancer:
He may secretly fear:
emotional rejection
abandonment
vulnerability
not being emotionally safe
Attraction may involve:
emotionally wounded people
caretaking dynamics
deep emotional attachment
Square Mercury in Libra
Possible relationship pattern:
difficulty verbalizing emotional intensity
saying one thing while feeling another
emotional misunderstandings
Square Chiron in Libra
This creates wounds around:
fairness in relationships
emotional reciprocity
feeling emotionally chosen or valued
OVERALL IDEAL TYPE
This chart wants someone who is:
Emotionally deep
Scorpio/Pisces/Cancer energy
emotionally honest
emotionally intuitive
loyal and psychologically intense
Emotionally vulnerable but strong
Because of Lilith Cancer + Venus Scorpio:
softness matters
emotional authenticity matters
emotional courage matters
Slightly unconventional
Because of Uranus aspects:
unique people attract him
emotionally independent people intrigue him
he likes people who feel different somehow
Romantic and emotionally magnetic
Because of Pisces Eros:
dreamy chemistry
soulful connection
emotional/spiritual intimacy
IDEAL TYPE PLACEMENTS
Most fitting placements:
Intensity layer
Scorpio Moon/Venus/Mars
Pluto aspects to personal planets
8th house emphasis
Emotional layer
Pisces Moon/Venus
Cancer Moon
Neptune aspects (healthy ones)
Excitement layer
Aquarius/Uranus influence
Aries placements
emotionally self-possessed people
Stability layer
Needed more than he realizes:
Saturn influence
Capricorn/Taurus placements
emotionally consistent people
CORE RELATIONSHIP PATTERN
This chart can fall into:
obsession
emotional dependency
idealisation
intense chemistry with instability
emotional push-pull dynamics
Because:
Scorpio wants complete intimacy
Uranus fears emotional confinement
Pisces Eros romanticises deeply
So relationships may feel:
âemotionally consuming, unforgettable, impossible to let go of.â
ONE-LINE SYNTHESIS
His ideal type is someone emotionally intense and deeply loyal (Scorpio/Cancer/Pisces), emotionally authentic and vulnerable, but still independent and unique enough to keep the connection emotionally electric rather than stagnant.
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Pile I
Welcome, Pile one Letâs be completely real here your energy is straight up lethal. The person on your mind isn't just interested they are borderline obsessed. They see you as the ultimate temptation, and their sexual desire for you is explosive, raw, and primal. Itâs a silent, simmering hunger just waiting for the right moment to erupt. They constantly fantasize about the exact second your defenses finally crumble, craving to break through your composed exterior to see the rebellious, wild side you keep hidden.
âThis person is intensely carnal. Their thoughts about you never rest they visualize sex that is rough, fast, and high intensity. In their mind, they are drawn to dominance and possession. They crave the feeling of a firm grip, the heat of being pushed against a wall, and a physical collision that is forceful enough to release all the pent up tension theyâve been carrying. Weâre talking deep, aggressive French kissing that steals your breath they don't just want to kiss you they want to consume you.
âThey are obsessed with your independence. The way you carry yourself like you don't need anyone drives them insane it makes them want to conquer that pride and turn it into total surrender under their physical power. To them, you are a high tier prize, and they want to be the earthquake that shatters your world and resets your entire understanding of pleasure.
âThere is a terrifying, electric chemistry here. They see you as the Queen who knows her power, and they want to be the King who harnesses that energy to quench a sexual thirst that never seems to fade. They spend hours imagining the texture of your skin under their hands while they hold you down, feeling every barrier youâve built melt away. You are their drug they know that if they get too close, theyâll lose themselves, yet theyâre willing to burn everything down just for one night of possessing you with pure, violent passion. They think about the sound of your voice, the catch in your throat, and your ragged breath against their skin. They are starving for you, planning for the moment they can take everything you have with relentless force and intoxicating momentum.
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Pile II
Pile two welcome , letâs be real this relationship is a cold war that is right on the verge of exploding. The person on your mind cannot stop thinking about you, but their thoughts arenât soft or romantic they are sharp, calculated, and challenging. I see this person viewing you as someone incredibly intelligent, independent, and possessing a level of cool composure that provokes them to no end. That very coldness is exactly what fuels their sexual obsession with you.
âThis person is obsessed with the idea of breaking the ice youâve built around yourself. I see them fantasizing about the moment they confront you with pure boldness, stripping you of your logic and your calm. Their sexual desire for you involves a form of mental dominance they spend their time imagining how to overpower your intellect and strength, turning your composure into cries of surrender and pleas in their hands. They want to shatter the mask you wear in public and see you in a position where your defenses are zero, completely submitted to their authority.
âThe desires they are hiding involve a terrifying, sudden momentum almost like a meticulously planned raid. I see them visualizing sex with you in a way that is fast paced, forceful, and determined, as if they are literally invading your body. They want to be the one in the driver's seat, directing you and controlling every breath you take. They love the idea of taking you on a physical journey where they are the absolute master. Thereâs a hidden craving here to restrain your movement so you have no room for resistance, forcing you to focus entirely on their body and the intense pleasure they want to inflict.
âTo be completely honest, they are obsessed with the face to face confrontation. They want to stare deep into your eyes while they are with you, watching the exact moment your dignity breaks and you transform into a raw mass of desire under their pressure. Their fantasies involve speed, power, and a lot of intense dirty talk designed to demolish your psychological walls before your physical ones. I see that they don't just want to touch you they want to conquer your entire being. They feel that the only way to truly reach you is to seize control of your body with every bit of violent passion and impulsive hunger that only settles at the moment of total explosion.
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Pile III
Pile three welcome, we are diving into some deep, dark territories of the mind here. I see this person struggling with intense inner conflict and restless nights because of their desires for you. They don't just want a typical connection they want to uproot you from your world and place you into a reality where they define all the boundaries.
âThis person has a very explicit and powerful craving for restraint. I see them fantasizing about tying you up, completely restricting your movement, and leaving you entirely at their mercy. They derive their pleasure from the idea of you being unable to do anything except receive from them. They want to be the sole source of your pleasure in that moment they give, they pleasure, and they decide exactly when and how to lead you to the peak. In their mind, they want to engineer the intimacy, taking their time to tease you with anticipation while they hold all the strings.
âTheir hidden desires involve a sense of escape. They imagine taking you somewhere far away from everyone, a quiet, enclosed space where they can practice their total dominance over you. They are obsessed with the idea of fixing your internal tension through structured, calculated intimacy. This is someone who overthinks every detail they could spend hours visualizing how they will pin your hands down and the look in your eyes as you surrender to them.
âTo be completely honest, this person feels that restraining you is the only way to get you to let go of your anxieties and overthinking. They want to free you from the prison of your mind by imprisoning your body within their grip. Their sexual desire is repetitive, masterful, and highly focused on your body's reactions. They want to study every inch of you like a lifelong project, and they won't rest until they see you become completely pliable in their hands, shaped by their controlling touch.
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Pile IV
Pile four welcome, letâs be brutally honest the energy here is heavy and borderline addictive. I see this person isn't just thinking about you they are chained to you physically and energetically in a way that actually makes it hard for them to breathe. Their sexual desire stems from a place of deep seated pain or an acute emotional starvation, and they feel the only way to release this agony is through a physical explosion with you. They view you as the drug they need to numb everything else, visualizing an encounter with you as the ultimate vent for all the anger and tension trapped inside them.
âTheir sexual desire has an aggressive and fierce edge they aren't looking for something soft or gentle. They imagine coming at you with everything theyâve got fast, intense, and completely merciless. They are obsessed with total dominance, a desire that borders on absolute possession of your body. I see them fantasizing about scenarios involving pursuit, momentum, and high physical force, as if they want to penetrate every cell of your being to finally feel in control of the pleasure theyâve been deprived of. They are drawn to the bold and the reckless, with fantasies often wandering into forbidden territories or risky situations, as that rush of adrenaline is what fuels their obsession.
âTo be completely real, this person spends hours meticulously building sexual fantasies about you in their mind to escape the reality of the loneliness they feel without you. They imagine violent kisses that leave a mark and a bruising grip on your hands that makes you feel the sheer scale of their insane and desperate need for you. They see your body as a sanctuary for their pain, wanting to lose themselves in you and make you lose yourself too in a night where names, ages, and old wounds are all forgotten. Their desires are a silent scream, proving they are willing to do anything just to own that moment where their body is fused with yours in pure, relentless passion.
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â°â†4 of swords, ace of swords, 10 of swords, 8 of swords, 5 of swords, page of swords
I can already tell this is going to be a reading longer than usual cause there is just so much to say and it's so interesting how I got basically all air cards in this spread, I will pull some clarifiers for it because it's crazy. But first I want to talk about the strong energy surrounding air, which can indicate the most obvious thing, he could be into those who are of the signs of libra, aquarius or gemini. But air signs are ruled by the planets like mercury and Venus, suggesting an attraction to really beautiful people, he could be into people who takes really great of themselves and their bodies, like a model for example. Ironically the card I pulled is the queen of swords, which is a decisive and confident woman. He could be into people who are analytical, and very smart too. Someone who is really good at communicating and resolving problems. If I had to guess a job as an example, I would say this person has to be a scientist, lawyer or even a mathematician, someone who maybe works in the technological field. I feel like he would find that kind of person really attractive and also different from what people would expect (?), like you'd think his ideal type is a performer or dancer like him but maybe they're not, maybe they're currently working at NASA as a space engineer or something. Not saying they are, that's just an example! He may not be looking for the average person, and this air energy shows an intense attraction towards intellectual people... Back to the cards, cause with the 4 of swords I do see that his ideal type is someone quiet, this card is depicted by someone sitting on the sofa and taking a nap, suggesting a need for privacy and quietness from the loud world. Someone curious and full of ideas. He may not want someone too emotional or sensitive, it seems like with this energy, he actually wants someone who's more cold than soft, I don't know if he likes physical touch or cheesy things but the cards are lowkey telling me he's not into any of that, at least for the most part, he may not like a partner who's constantly bothering him or invading his space. Of course there's always space for softness and love but not in the normal way. Cause I see him being into really cold and detached people. I honestly feel like he's not looking for someone soft that'll bake him cookies every times he's feeling down, he wants someone logical that can sit down with him and talk about whatever problem he's having He might not like being pampered or treated like a child, he wants to be treated like an adult with adult problems, and wants to have someone who's able to understand all of him without questioning anything.
not that anyone asked but the way jimin keeps having his tongue out lately all i can think about is that he might be into facesittingâŠ
how fucking dare you make me think about this when i have work today
if there's one thing I need everyone to know about me, it's that I do not play about Park Jimin
Sugar On My Tongue â Park Jimin
wc: 2100, 8 mins
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"Jimin."
You shuffled uncomfortably in your seat in the back of the car, already so desperate for his touch.
"Yes, darling?" He gave you a soft grin before his eyes faced forward again, his hand coming down to grip your thigh gently. Your legs instinctively squeezed around his hand, pincering him between your thighs. He gave you a side-eyed little grin, letting his hand remain stuck between you. His little sour candy poked out of his mouth, still dangling on his tongue as he smirked to himself at how reactive you were already. You could tell he loved this. Your desperation bled through your underwear already, threatening to ruin the leather seats.
And it wasn't your fault for acting this way. Jimin loved keeping you around during rehearsal days, bringing you along to watch and hang around the hall while he worked. It was good moral support, he just liked having you around, he would insist. But you knew it was because that cocky little fuck liked keeping you on edge for the whole day before you let him do whatever he wanted to you when he wrapped.
Intentional hand placements on your waist and hips, the way his hands would give soft pinches on your skin as he walked past you, the way he would outperform himself, stick his tongue out, make those criminally erotic faces at the camera when he knew you were watching him on the monitor.
You tugged gently on his sleeve, and his grip on your leg tightened.
"Almost home, angel," he cooed.
The driver pulled into the building's valet loop before turning off the ignition.
"Sorry, Mr. Park, I was sent to go pick something up from the styling team on the way home. I'll be right back, and then I will deliver you home."
Jimin raised his palm at him, shaking his head.
"That's alright, take your time." He turned to grin at you, the detoured pitstop clearly getting to you.
The driver bowed his head quickly before stepping out of the vehicle and locking the door. Jimin watched him saunter off into the building before turning to you.
"My poor, sweet thing," he cooed, his finger coming up to stroke your chin. "So impatient."
You whined at his touch, shuffling in your seat again.
"You did this to me," you murmured, leaning forward, begging for Jimin's kiss with your body.
He watched you intently, that same cocky little grin plastered over his face, before he pulled his little candy out of his mouth. He raised his brow, giving your leg another firm squeeze.
"How are you supposed to make it like this all the way home?"
You lifted your hips towards him, intentionally rolling your hips upwards in that way you know he loved. His eyes darted to the movement, and he shook his head.
"I'm not." Your voice came out breathy, arousal pouring out in every word that you spoke. "Because of you, Jimin."
He hummed at your response, leaning in to press a soft kiss on your cheek.
"Sweet girl, can't even wait for a damn car ride."
He tilted your chin up towards him and pressed his lips gently but firmly on your mouth, the sensation making you release your hitched breath immediately. He let out a laugh at how pent up you were, and swiped his tongue across your lower lip. You opened your mouth immediately, allowing his tongue to access where you wanted it. His tongue was sour from his candy, the sensation heightening your arousal in the kiss, and you sighed into his mouth again. His tongue danced skillfully with yours, licking sweetly against your tongue in a way that made your core tremble.
"What should we do with you, hm?"
He lifted you up onto his lap, the high ceiling of the sprinter van allowing you to sit up properly, your breasts directly in front of his face. Jimin pulled the strap of your dress down slightly, just enough to let the fabric fall free from your chest and expose you to him. He smiled up at you with that cocky head tilt he always did, before taking one of your peaked nipples into his mouth. You threw your head back at the sensation of his soft, flushed lips against your skin.
"Mmm, Jimin," you whimpered, pushing your body harder against his lap. "You're such a fucking tease."
He smiled into the kiss as he continued to gently suckle and lick against your nipple, his hands settling on your waist. His hands rocked you gently back and forth against his lap, giving you a taste of the friction that you so clearly needed. You gripped the headrest behind him as you ground your core down against his crotch, the roughness of his trousers against your aching heat making your thighs shake.
âBaby. I can feel how wet you even through your clothes,â he murmured with a low chuckle, his lips coming off of your nipple with a wet pop. âYouâre going to make a mess on my pants.â
You ignored him and continued rocking your hips, taking what you needed as you dry humped his leg. He groaned at the sensation, and his mouth fell open as he looked up at you, eyes closed, a whimpering mess as you used his leg to satisfy yourself.
âSo desperate for me, angel.â
He slid a hand down between your legs, dipping a finger into the wetness that pooled, your underwear clinging desperately to the wetness of your pussy. You hissed at the touch, your hips twitching as Jimin rubbed slowly paths up and down your aching core.
âMm. I want more, please,â you whined, your hips bucking up against his hand as he touched you through your underwear. âYou canât do this to me.â
Jimin raised his brow up at you, his tongue in his cheek. His lips pulled into a twisted smile and he lifted you up off his lap.
âCome here, baby. Come sit on my face, then.â
You bit your lip to fight a moan at his suggestion, and he smiled at you as he slid lower in his seat, until he was lying down completely flat.
âHm, babe?â He patted his chest, coaxing you to come straddle him. âLet me taste how desperate you are.â
You lifted your legs shakily, and dropped yourself down on his chest, your bum sitting on his collarbone and both of your knees pressing into the seat on either side of his head.
His eyes were dark now, blown out as he stared at your dripping pussy like you were his death row meal. A moment of shyness washed over you and you covered your face, your cheeks burning at how wildly he was gazing at your soaked underwear.
âJimin,â you croaked, your eyes peeking out from behind your hands.
âWeâre too far to be shy now, hm darling?â He grinned as he pushed you closer, inching a little higher up his chest towards his awaiting mouth.
He took one finger and hooked your underwear, nudging it to the side, and the sound that came from the man beneath you sounded animalistic. A boyish groan rumbled through his chest at the sight of you, trembling and awaiting in front of his jaws.
He licked a firm, slow stripe up the entirety of your pussy, a high pitched moan escaping his lips at the taste of you. You threw your head back at the sensation, and Jimin dipped his head a little deeper into you, licking another painfully slow line against you. You could tell he was savouring you, sampling and testing the waters before he devoured you how he truly wanted to.
âYouâre everything to me,â he moaned into your heat, before picking up the pace.
His jaw opened and closed fervently as he lapped you up, every lick against your swollen bud sending electricity through your whole body. Your back arched as he flicked his tongue so expertly against you. Jiminâs hands came up to grip your thighs, holding you in place as he feasted on you.
âOh, Jimin,â you whined. You leaned forward, your head pressed up against the window in the back row of the van, panting against the glass. The window fogged up from your warm breath, each heavy pant making the windows steamier, the air getting warm and hazy from your arousal.
The van was silent, the only sounds that car were the muffled moans from the man below you and the sloppy wet sounds of his mouth moving against you. You gripped the headrest as you propped up, lifting your hips up ever so slightly to relieve some of the weight against his neck. But Jimin didnât want that, he leaned his head up and gripped you tighter, holding you against his face as ate your pussy out like it would be the death of him.
âYouâre not getting away so easily,â he hummed as he picked up the pace, the wet sloppy sounds getting faster as he started to get lost in it.
Jimin gripped your hips and bum firmly and brought you closer to him, tilting you up against him like he was drinking out of a bowl.
You felt your knees shake as the fire in your stomach burned hotter and hotter. The shift in weight pinned him down further into the seat, earning a shaky moan from him.
âI could give this to you all day,â he moaned as he furrowed his brows, focusing on bringing you closer and closer to your demise.
Your head was spinning now: every other sound felt light years away, the only thing you knew was the sensation of Jiminâs tongue and his head knocking against your pussy as he drank you like a glass of wine. Your hitched breath released in shaky exhales as you felt the knot in your stomach stretch tighter and tighter.
âYouâre close, hm?â
You shook your head desperately, your knuckles white as you gripped onto the headrest for dear life. Every window was a little foggy now, the steam from your bodies frosting the glass.
Jimin propped one knee up on the seat, letting himself get comfortable as you rode his face so erotically. Your hips rocked desperately against his clean shaven face, the slick of your wet folds almost drowning him as you moved.
âIâJimin,â you winced, you were teetering over the edge now. Jimin smiled as he let you hump his face, your one hand tangled in his blonde hair.
âI know, baby.â
âJimin, fuck!â
Your orgasm took over your whole body, your thighs tense, your back arched, and your head fell back as a symphony of moans fell desperately from your lips.
Jiminâs eyes were wide as he watched you come undone above him, and he groaned as he took you in. You were the most beautiful thing in the world to him, like you hung the stars in the sky just for him. He furrowed his brows, mirroring your expressions as he helped you work through your climax.
âJimâinâfuck,â you cried as you felt your legs go limp, collapsing off to the side against the seat again.
He sat up a little, face and chin drenched in your arousal, and his hair all messy with the way you were gripping him. Despite his disheveled appearance, he had never looked happier.
âFeeling better, my love?â
You were collapsed against your seat again, chest rising and falling rapidly as you slowly pulled yourself out of your orgasmic haze. He wiped his face haphazardly, grinning at you as you readjusted your hair, your cheeks flushed and lips red and pouting.
Suddenly, the driverâs door swung open again. You straightened up in your seat immediately, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. Jimin laughed and adjusted his trousers on his waist.
âThanks for waiting, Mr. Park.â
The driver set down a few garment bags on the passenger side before closing the door.
âNot a problem at all.â Jimin nodded at the driver in the rear view mirror, his fingers tangled in between yours, rubbing soft loving circles on your palm.
âOkay, weâll be back to your hotel in about 10 minutes.â The driver turned the ignition on, and the car beneath you two hummed with a low rumble.
âSure, thanks.â
Jimin took your hand and brought it down to the very evident hard on in his trousers, and your eyes widened. He was already smirking at you, his other arm wrapping around your waist.
âYou can wait another ten minutes, canât you, doll?â
summary: jimin was never supposed to want you. he was never supposed to have you. not when you were his best friend's little sister. not when he knew better. but the night you chose him changed everything. now, it's more than just a secret, and it isn't a mistake either. and he's not letting anyone take you back.
themes: jimin is madly obsessed in love with reader..., brother's best friend, small age gap (reader is 22 jimin is 25), smut, angst, childhood friends, jealousy, reader has a stupid/toxic bf, mentions of clubbing, partying, drinking, underage drinking, slight sexualization of reader, forbidden relationship, reader (briefly) cheats on her dumb bf (emotionally, kissing), possessive/obsessive themes, swearing, yearning, arguing, tension, sneaking around, fluff, eventual love confession, porn with lots of plot...
warnings: sexual themes, descriptive & explicit smut MINORS DNI 18+ (dom!jimin, sub reader, oral f, fingering, breast play, praise/dirty talk, edging, missionary, unprotected sex, ass slapping, cream pie)
word count: 16.8k
â§â âȘËâč i luv your girl - the dream
jimin used to think of you as background noise.
a small voice echoing through the house when he came over, trailing behind your older brother, jaehyun like a shadow that talked too much and asked too many questions. you were always thereâsitting cross-legged on the floor while they played video games, peeking into the kitchen when they ordered food, lingering just close enough to be included without ever actually being invited.
âwhy do you always lose, chim?â you asked him once, somewhere around the age of ten, tilting your head with that blunt curiosity only kids could get away with and the nickname you had been calling him since before you could pronounce words correctly.
he flicked your forehead, not even looking up from the screen. âwhy do you always talk?â
you gasped like he wounded you, dramatically throwing yourself back onto the carpet. he and your brother laughed.
back then, you were just⊠there.
a kid with scraped knees and messy hair, who stole fries off his plate and never said thank you. who insisted on sitting too close, who followed them around even when they told you to go away, who somehow always ended up exactly where they were.
and for reasons he never questioned, he always let you.
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by the time you were teenagers, things shiftedâbut not in the way people usually noticed.
you stopped following them as much.
you only went to high school at the same time for one yearâhe was a senior and you were a freshman. you had brief encounters in the hallways, brief hellos and shared snacks, but nothing more. you were just settling in while he was gathering his final credits for graduation and making his way into adulthood.
he noticed it in passing, the way you notice the seasons changing without really thinking about it.
in your later years of high school, you started staying in your room when he came over. you would come down to say hi briefly before returning upstairs; music playing faintly through the walls instead of your voice filling the space. when you did appear, it was quieter nowâless interrupting, more observing. less chaos, more⊠awareness.
you grew up. that was all.
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except it wasn't all. he just didn't realize it yet.
the first time something felt off, it was stupid. small. the kind of moment that shouldnât matter.
you had just turned nineteen; fresh out of high school and falling into your first semester of college.
there was a partyâyour brother insisted on throwing something at the house while your parents were out, because of course he did. people everywhere, music too loud, drinks passed around like it was nothing.
jimin almost didn't come. but he did, like he always did. because why would he miss his best friend's little sister's birthday party?
he hadn't seen you since your high school graduation a few months agoâsummers packed with busy schedules that just happened to be the exact opposite.
and during that summer, you had grown into your featuresâskin glowing, boobs plump, and ass round. the summer consisted of mastering the perfect blowout and makeup routine, skin kissed by the sun and your wardrobe upgrading after picking up a job for the summer.
for a while, the party was normal. jimin stuck near jaehyun, talking to the same people, ignoring the same chaos. untilâ
"jimin!"
he turned at the sound of your voice, already halfway into a response before he stopped. really stopped.
it took a second for his brain to catch up to what he was looking at.
you were a few feet away before you engulfed him into a warm hug, his arms instinctively wrapping around you. the scent of your perfume and shampoo filled his head, but that wasn't all. once you pulled away, that's when he saw it all.
the soft glow of the party lights caught on you, tracing every line of the little short dress you wore like it had been made for you, hugging your figure and riding up your carved legs that were on display.
your hair bounced with every move, falling perfectly into place and around your boobs, cleavage being highlighted in the colorful lights of the party. your makeup was flawless without trying too hardâeverything about you effortless and impossible to ignore in a room full of people.
but it was more than that. it was the way you looked at him. not like a kid trying to be included. not like his best friendâs little sister.
just⊠like a girl. noâlike a woman. and somehow, that changed everything.
âyou okay?â you asked, brows pulling together slightly when he didnât respond.
he blinked, a little too slow. âyeah,â he said, voice rougher than he meant it to be. âyeah, iâm good..."
"oh- happy birthday!" he sputtered, hands scrambling to hand you his gift. a box wrapped delicately in one hand, a bouquet of flowers in the other.
you smiled widely before pulling him into another, tight hug, boobs pressing against his chest. "aw thank you, chimmy! you're too sweet." the same, big smile you always had.
but it didnât feel the same. not even close. something settled in his chest then. quiet. heavy. unwelcome.
the kind of realization that doesnât announce itself loudlyâbut once itâs there, it doesnât leave.
before he could respond, someone had called your name.
"iâll be back!" you giggled, giving his shoulder a squeeze before turning around.
that little dress of yours had squeezed around your newly grown ass like it was made around it. your hips swayed effortlessly as you skipped over to your friends. he looked away in embarrassment after staring too long to be deemed appropriate.
heâd like to say that was the moment he shut it down. that he drew a line, put distance between you, remembered exactly who you were and why none of this could ever happen.
he didnât. instead, he stayed.
watched you laugh with someone else across the room. noticed the way people looked at you now. how guys looked at you. the way you moved through the space like you belonged there, like you weren't the kid trailing behind them anymore.
and for the first timeâsomething sharp, unfamiliar, and dangerously close to jealousy twisted in jimin's chest.
he didnât like it. didnât understand it.
but he felt it. and worse... he didnât want it to go away.
but later that night, with the music loud, the drinks hitting just right, and jaehyun off somewhere with a girl, you and jimin were on the dance floor, moving and laughing together like you forgot anyone else existed.
it wasn't long before you were pressed up against him, jiminâs gifted bottle of patrĂłn taking over your mind as you shamelessly grinded against him.
the liquor was also taking over him as he let himself enjoy it, his hand steady at your hips, breath catching while your ass grazed his cock that was strained so tightly against his pants.
just as it started to blur into something more, he leaned in, murmured something low in your ear, and smoothly pulled you away, twirling you around guiding you back into something safer before either of you crossed a line you wouldnât be able to back from.
â§ÍâșË*àŒâŸ
jimin learned how to live with it. at least, thatâs what he told himself.
three years later, it didnât feel like a problem anymoreâit felt like something permanent. something carved into him so deeply he stopped trying to dig it out.
he adjusted, thatâs all.
you were twenty-two now, and he couldn't ignore the way you'd fully grown into yourselfâhow your features had sharpened, softened in all the right places. how your body carried a confidence it never used to. even your laugh was louder, brighter, your personality more alive than ever, filling every room you stepped into.
he kept his distance where it mattered. never touched you longer than he should. never said anything that couldnât be brushed off. never gave your brother a reason to look twice.
but that didnât mean he wasnât always thereâwatching you when you laughed loudly at someone else's joke, eyes lingering just a second too long when you weren't looking.
at parties, heâd find his way closer without thinking, standing just behind you, like gravity kept pulling him in. and when it got too crowded, too loud, heâd casually pat his thigh and offer you a seat like it meant nothingâlike it was just easier that way. you always accepted.
on the outside, nothing changed. on the insideâeverything did.
he knew things he shouldnât. not because you told him, not always. but because he paid attention.
he knew you hated mornings but still set three alarms you never woke up to. knew you only drank coffee if it was drowned in cream and sugar.
knew the exact tone your voice took when you were pretending to be okayâand the quieter one when you weren't.
he knew when you had a bad day before you even said a word. and he always noticed when someone else didnât.
â§ÍâșË*àŒâŸ
the music was too loud in the club.
bass heavy, vibrating through the floor and up his spine, drowning out most conversation and turning everything into flashesâlights, bodies, movement. the kind of place where people lost track of time, of drinks, of each other.
but jimin didnât. he knew exactly where you were.
across the dance floor, half-surrounded by your friends, laughing at something someone said. your head tipped back slightly, hair falling away from your shoulders, completely unaware of the way people looked at you.
or maybe you were aware. and maybe you just didnât care.
a few minutes later, you drifted closer to the bar, separating from your friends just enough. that was all it took for him to move without thinking.
âwater please,â he said to the bartender before you even noticed him, sliding the glass across to you as you turned.
you blinked in surprise. âoh-! thanks, chim.â
âyouâve been dancing for like an hour,â he said, like it was obvious. âdrink it.â
there was something about the way he said itânot quite a command, not quite a suggestionâthat made you smile. âyes, sir,â you teased, taking a sip.
his eyes flickered slightly at that. âdonât start,â he muttered, but there was no real bite to it.
you laughed softly, leaning your elbow against the bar. âyouâve been watching me all night, havenât you?â
the question was light, your tone playful, tipsy, and teasing. but it landed heavier than you meant it to.
he didnât answer right away. just looked at youâreally looked at youâin a way that made something shift in your expression.
âsomeone has to,â he said finally.
âi can take care of myself chim~â
âi know,â he said. but his tone didnât change. "doesnât mean iâm not going to make sure youâre okay.â
for a second, neither of you spoke, the noise of the club filled the space between you, but it felt distant. muted.
you held his gaze a little longer than usual, something unreadable flickering behind your eyes.
âcome outside with me,â you said suddenly.
it wasnât really a question. your fingers wrapped around his hand, tugging him through the crowd as he obliged, following like your own personal bodyguard.
the air outside was cooler. quieter. the music dulled to a low thrum behind the walls, replaced by the hum of distant traffic and muffled laughter from people filtering in and out.
you leaned back against the brick wall, exhaling. "needed this,â you murmured.
he stepped out a second later, the door swinging shut behind him as his eyes immediately found you. of course they did.
âyou okay?â he asked, like it was automatic.
you glanced at him, a small smile tugging at your lips. âyou ask me that a lot.â
âyeah,â he said simply. no apology. no hesitation. just the truth.
you studied him for a moment, like you were trying to figure something out through effect of your drinks. âyou donât ask anyone else that,â you said.
his hands slipped into his pockets, shoulders relaxing just slightlyâbut his gaze didnât leave you. âyouâre not anyone else.â
the words came out low, steady, and too honest. something shifted againâstronger this time.
you looked away first, shaking your head lightly like you were brushing it off. âyouâre intense tonight.â
a quiet huff of amusement left him. âtonight?â
you smiled at that, but it faded quicker than it shouldâve. there was a pause. it stretched long enough to feel different.
he took a step closer. not all the way, but just enough. close enough that if either of you moved a bit more, it would mean something.
âyou should slow down on the drinks,â he said, voice softer now. âyou donât need it.â
your breath hitchedâbarely there, but he caught it. âmaybe i just want to have fun,â you said.
âyou are having fun,â he replied. âdonât need to overdo it to prove it.â
you looked up at him then, something almost challenging in your eyes. âand you get to decide that?â
his jaw flexed. there it was; that edge. âi get to look out for you,â he said. âyeah.â
the air between you tightened. it wasn't an argument, but it wasn't quite something else either. it was closer to both.
your gaze dropped brieflyâto his mouth, then back up again so fast it almost didnât happen. almost.
but he saw it, and for a split secondâhe forgot himself. his hand lifted, like he was going to reach for you. like heâd done a thousand times before without thinking.
but this time, it felt different. this time, it would mean something. he stopped. just short enough that the restraint was visible. tense and heavy.
your eyes flickered to his hand, then back to his face, something unspoken passing between you.
a question. a warning, but it was coated with possibility. the door behind you swung open suddenly, voices spilling out into the nightâand just like that, it broke.
he dropped his hand, stepping back. the moment snapped like it had never been there at all.
âcome on,â he said, voice back to normal, controlled again. âyour friends are probably looking for you.â
you nodded, but you didnât move right away. just looked at him for one second longer than necessary. like you felt it too. then you turned, heading back inside.
jimin stayed where he was for a moment, running a hand over the back of his neck, exhaling slowly as he stared at the ground.
because thatâthat wasnât nothing. and he knew it.
â§ÍâșË*àŒâŸ
jimin sat in you and jaehyunâs shared living room as you both awaited his arrival for a night out with friends. it shouldn't have meant anything. it usually didn't.
âyou want anything?â you called from the kitchen, voice carrying easily through the apartment.
he leaned back against the couch, one arm draped along the back, eyes flicking toward the sound of you moving around. âwaterâs fine.â
âwow,â you said, appearing a second later with a glass in hand. âyouâre so high maintenance.â
he huffed a quiet laugh, taking it from you. âi try.â
you didnât move away right after. just hovered there for a second, like you hadnât decided what you were doing next. then you dropped down onto the couch beside himâclose, but not unusual. never unusual.
that was the problem. everything with you felt normal; even when it wasnât.
âyouâve been busy, huh?â he asked after a moment, tone casual, eyes fixed on the tv even though he wasnât really watching it.
âmm,â you hummed, tucking one leg under yourself. âa little.â
he nodded slowly, taking a sip of his water. âhavenât seen you much.â
âyeah, sorry,â you said easily. âiâve just been⊠doing stuff.â
something about the way you said itâvague, almost distractedâmade his gaze shift to you. âdoing... stuff?â he repeated.
you smiled a little at that, like you knew how it sounded. âokay, fine,â you said, exhaling softly. âi was going to tell you anyway.â
there was no buildup. no hesitation. you said it like it didn't matter. "i've been seeing someone."
it shouldnât have hit like that. because it wasnât even unexpected. it was always going to happen eventually.
but stillâsomething in jimin's chest tightened, sharp and immediate, like his body reacted before his mind could catch up.
he didnât move. didnât let it show. just nodded once, slow, controlled. âyeah?â
âyeah,â you said, leaning back into the couch like it was nothing. âitâs not, like, serious or anything.â
not serious.
that made it worse. âno?â he asked, voice even.
ânot really,â you shrugged. âi mean, i donât know. heâs⊠nice, i guess.â
nice.
his jaw flexed slightly. "that sounds convincing.â
you laughed softly, nudging his arm with yours. âshut up. iâm just sayingâi donât know if heâs, like, the one or anything. i justâŠâ you trailed off, thinking for a second. âi just want to see, you know?â
see.
like it was an experiment. like it didnât matter. like you didnât matter.
something dark flickered in his chest. he set the glass down a little harder than he meant to, the quiet clink against the table sharper than the conversation deserved. âand heâs good to you?â he asked.
there was a beat. a small one. you hesitatedâjust barely. âyeah,â you said. âi mean⊠heâs fine.â
he let out a slow breath through his nose, gaze dropping for a second before lifting back to you. âfine?â he repeated.
you shrugged again, a little sheepish this time. âi donât know. heâs just not really⊠i donât know.â
he waited. you glanced at him, like you were deciding how much to say. âhe doesnât really do much,â you admitted. âlike, we hang out, but heâs not super⊠i donât know, thoughtful? i guess.â
something in him snapped tighter. âyou guess,â he echoed, quieter now.
you didnât notice. or maybe you did, and chose not to look too closely. "i mean, itâs whatever,â you said quickly. âitâs not a big deal.â
his fingers curled slightly against his knee. âright,â he said.
because what else was he supposed to say?
donât see him.
you deserve better.
you deserveâme.
the word sat there, heavy and dangerous, pressing against the back of his teeth. he swallowed it down hard.
âyou donât seem very excited,â he said instead, tone carefully neutral.
you glanced at him, tilting your head. âshould i be?â
âif you like him.â
you made a faceâsmall, almost unintentional. âi do. i just⊠i donât know. itâs not like that.â
not like that.
his gaze locked onto you. âand youâre okay with that?â
you frowned slightly. âwhat do you mean?â
âyouâre just going to settle for ânot like thatâ?â he asked, voice lower now, something sharper slipping through despite himself.
you blinked, caught off guard by the edge in his tone. âiâm not settling,â you said. âiâm just⊠seeing where it goes.â
he let out a quiet, humorless breath, leaning back into the couch. âyeah,â he muttered. âthat sounds great.â
you nudged him again, lighter this time. âwhy are you being weird about it, chim~?â
weird.
he almost laughed. instead, he dragged a hand over his face, forcing himself to relax, to soften, to be normal. "iâm not,â he said. âi justââcare. too much.
he exhaled, shaking his head slightly. âi just donât want you wasting your time on someone whoâs not worth it.â
your expression softened a little at that. âiâm not wasting my time,â you said gently.
his eyes flicked back to yours. âyou donât even sound like you like him that much.â
you hesitated again. and there it was; that tiny crack. âitâs not that i donât like him,â you said. âitâs just⊠different.â
different.
he held your gaze for a long second. then, quieterââyeah,â he said. âi bet it is.â
the room fell into a strange kind of silence after that. not uncomfortable, not quite. just⊠heavy. like something had shifted, even if you didnât fully understand how or why.
you leaned your head back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling. âyouâre being intense again, chimmy,â you murmured.
he huffed softly like a humorless laugh, looking away. âonly with you.â
the words slipped out before he could stop them. they were too honest. too close.
your head turned slightly, eyes finding his face. and for a secondâit felt like you were seeing something you weren't supposed to. something heâd kept buried for years.
his jaw tightened, gaze dropping before you could look too closely. âdonât overthink it,â he added, quieter now. âjust⊠be careful, okay?â
your expression softened again, something warm flickering there as an innocent smile creeped onto your face. âi always am.â
that wasnât what he was worried about. not even close. but he nodded anyway. because at the end of the dayâit wasnât his place. no matter how much it felt like it should be.
and that was the problem.
because as you sat there beside him, talking about someone else like it didnât matterâhe could already feel it.
the slow, steady unraveling. the way this was going to get worse. the way he was going to hate every second of it. and still, he wasnât going anywhere.
not when it came to you.
â§ÍâșË*àŒâŸ
the restaurant was nice.
not too fancy, not too casualâsomewhere in the middle, with dim lighting and quiet music playing in the background. the kind of place that was supposed to feel thoughtful.
but it didnât.
âso yeah,â your boyfriend, seojun said, barely looking up from his phone, âi might go out with the guys later tonight.â
you blinked. âafter this?â
âyeah, just for a bit.â he shrugged. âdepends.â
depends.
you nodded slowly, fingers tracing the edge of your glass. âoh. okay.â but he didnât notice the shift in your tone. didnât notice much, really.
âhave you decided what youâre getting?â you asked, trying again.
ânot really.â another scroll. another tap. âyou can pick for me if you want.â
you let out a small laugh, like it was funny. like it didnât bother you. âokay,â you said. âiâll justâyeah.â
your phone buzzed softly against the table, your eyes dropping to it without thinking. it was jimin. your chest eased instantly.
jimin: you alive?
you: barely
this is soooo boringg
across from you, seojun finally looked up. âwhat?â
you shook your head quickly. ânothing.â your phone buzzed again.
jimin:Â bad date?
want me to come get you
you:Â nooo itâs fine
i said yes i have to commit
jimin: you don't have to do anything
your fingers hovered over the screen. that⊠felt different. your boyfriend reached for his drink, not even glancing at you.
you:Â itâs not that bad
heâs just not you
you stared at the message the second it sent. your breath caught. shit. across the table, seojun laughed at something on his phone, completely unaware.
your screen lit up almost instantly, your stomach flipping.
jimin: what does that mean
you:Â omg ignore me
i didnât mean it like that
jimin:Â yeah
i know you didnât
but something about it felt⊠off. you frowned slightly, glancing up. your boyfriend was already halfway out of the conversation again.
and for the first time that nightâyou felt it.
âare you even listening?â you asked, slightly harsher now.
âmm?â he said, looking up again. âyeah, what?â
you hesitated. then shook your head. ânothing.â because suddenly, it didn't feel worth repeating.
â§ÍâșË*àŒâŸ
it started out normal. that was the problem.
everyone was there at the loungeâyour friends, your brother, his friendsâthe usual mix of loud voices and overlapping conversations, drinks passed around, music playing just low enough that no one had to shout.
jimin stayed where he always did. close enough to you to keep track, far enough that no one questioned it.
you showed up twenty minutes late. with him. of course.
jimin's eyes caught it instantlyâthe way your boyfriendâs hand rested low on your back, casual, like it belonged there. the way you smiled as you walked in, greeting everyone like nothing had changed.
like everything was normal. his jaw tightened slightly.
âwow, she made it,â jaehyun said beside him, lifting his drink in acknowledgment.
âyeah,â he said. but his eyes didnât leave you. not even for a second.
throughout the night, he watched. he didnât mean toâbut he always did.
the way you laughed at something your friend said, leaning into the table slightly. the way your boyfriend sat beside you, half-turned away, scrolling through his phone between conversations.
not engaged. not present at all. jiminâs fingers tightened around his glass.
at one point, you got up to grab another drink. he moved before he could think about it, timing it just right so it didnât look intentional. it always came naturally with you.
âhey,â he said as he stepped up beside you at the bar.
you glanced over, your expression softening instantly. âhi chimmy.â
there it was. that look. the one that always hit a little too hard. the nickname that always pulled at his heart. âyou having fun?â he asked.
you hesitated, just for a second. âyeah,â you said.
a lie. it was a quiet one, but he heard it anyway. his gaze flicked past you, landing briefly on your boyfriend across the roomâlaughing now, finally engaged, but not with you. of course not.
âdoesnât look like it,â he murmured.
your shoulders tensed slightly. âyou always say that.â
âbecause itâs usually true.â
you huffed softly, looking away as you reached for a napkin. âyouâre so annoying.â
"and youâre avoiding the question.â
you glanced back at him, something flickering in your eyesâdefensive, but not quite. âiâm fine,â you said.
fine. again.
his jaw flexed. âyeah,â he said quietly. âi know.â
âbabe, you coming?â the words cut through the space between you. sharp. immediate.
your entire body went still. seojun was looking at you now, finally. one arm draped lazily over the back of his chair. waiting. expecting. like you would just fall back into place.
you glanced between you and jimin. then back at your boyfriend. something unspoken passed through your expressionâsomething almost apologetic. "i'll be back," you said quietly.
he didn't respond. didn't trust himself. just nodded once, stepping aside to let you pass.
but his eyes followed you the entire way back. watched as you sat down. watched as your boyfriend barely looked at you before going back to whatever he was saying.
watched as you smiled anyway. like it was enough.
â§ÍâșË*àŒâŸ
it wasnât one big fight. that wouldâve been easier. it was smaller than that. worse, somehow.
âyouâre overreacting.â
âiâm notââ
âyou always do this.â
the words blurred together after a while. same argument, different night. same tone, same outcome. seojun pulling away, you trying to explain something you couldnât quite put into words anymore.
âi just wanted you to show up,â you said, quieter now. âthatâs it.â
âi told you something came up," he snapped.
âyou always have something come up.â
he sighed like you were exhausting him. âwhy are you making this such a big deal?â
that was the moment something in you went still. because it was a big deal. at least, it felt like one. but the way he said it made you question it. made her question yourself.
âiâm not,â you said finally. but your voice didnât sound convincing. not even to you.
you left his place ten minutes later. no real resolution. no apology. no anything. just a quiet, âiâll text you,â and the door closing behind you.
â§ÍâșË*àŒâŸ
your phone buzzed halfway down the street.
jimin: you home?
your chest tightened. of course. of course it was him. you stared at the message for a second longer than you shouldâve.
you:Â no
can i come over?
his response was immediate.
jimin:Â yeah
doorâs open
no questions. no hesitation.
â§ÍâșË*àŒâŸ
jimin was sitting on the couch when you walked in. like heâd been waiting.
your eyes flicked to him, and for a secondâjust a secondâyou felt something shift in your chest. something familiar. something steady. something easy. âhey,â you said softly, closing the door behind you.
his gaze moved over yours quickly, taking everything inâthe tension in your shoulders, the way your expression didnât quite settle, the exhaustion you didnât try to hide this time.
âwhat happened?â he asked. no small talk or pretending. just that, direct and straightforward.
your throat tightened slightly. ânothing,â you said automatically.
his jaw flexed. âdonât do that.â the words were quiet. but firm.
you exhaled, dropping your bag by the door before walking further into the apartment. âitâs just⊠the same stuff,â you admitted. âwe argued. again.â
he leaned back slightly, eyes still on you. âabout?â
you let out a small, humorless laugh. âeverything. nothing. i donât even know anymore.â
silence stretched for a second. âhe didnât show up again, did he?â
your gaze snapped to his. âhow do youââ
âyou always come here when he doesnât,â he said simply.
that hit harder than it shouldâve. because it was true.
you swallowed, looking away. âitâs not like that.â
âthen whatâs it like?â
your chest tightened. âi donât know,â you said, quieter now. âi just⊠needed to get out.â
his eyes didnât leave you. âyeah,â he murmured. âi know.â
you moved to sit on the couch beside him. closer than usual. closer than you shouldâve. but neither of you said anything about it. you never did.
for a while, it was quiet. comfortable. nothing but the low hum of his tv in the background, the colorful glow hitting you in all the right places. the kind of silence that didnât ask anything from you.
didnât make you feel like you had to explain yourself. and thatâthat was the problem. because you didnât have that anywhere else.
âhe says i expect too much,â you said suddenly.
his head turned slightly. âyou donât.â
âyou didnât even let me finish.â
âdonât need to.â
your lips pressed together, something emotional flickering behind your eyes. âyouâre biased, chim.â
âyeah,â he said without hesitation. "because i know you.â
your breath caught, the words settling somewhere deep. too deep.
âheâs not⊠bad,â you said, like you were trying to convince both of you. âhe justâhe doesnât think about things the way i do.â
âhe doesnât think about you,â he corrected.
your chest tightened again. âthatâs not fair.â
âno,â he said quietly. âwhatâs not fair is you acting like thatâs enough.â
the air shifted. heavy. your gaze dropped to your hands. âiâm not saying it is.â
âthen why are you still with him?â
the question hung there. simple, yet impossible. you didn't answer. because you didn't have one.
his hand moved before he could stop it, resting lightly against your wrist. not pulling or forcing. just⊠there. like it grounded both of you.
your breath caught softly at the contact. neither of you moved.
âyou donât have to stay somewhere youâre not getting what you need,â he said, voice lower now. âyou know that, right?â
your eyes lifted slowly to his. and for the first timeâyou didnât pull away. didn't brush it off or make you joke like you normally would.
âwhat if i donât know what i need?â you whispered.
that almost broke him. because he did. he knew exactly what you needed. but he couldnât say that.
his thumb shifted slightly against your wrist. barely there. but enough. âyou do,â he said quietly. âyouâre just ignoring it.â
your heart started beating a little faster. âam i?â you asked.
his gaze droppedâjust for a second. to your lips. then back up. you noticed. âyou come here every time something goes wrong,â he said, softer now. âyou tell me everything. you let meââ
he stopped himself. but it was too late.
âlet you what?â you asked, barely above a whisper.
his jaw tightened. because the answer wasnât safe. wasnât something he could take back once it was out.
but you were looking at him like that. too close. too open. too vulnerable.
âtake care of you,â he said finally. the words landed heavy between you, making your breath hitch. âand you think he does that?â he added lowly.
you didnât answer. because you didnât need to. silence stretched, but it wasnât empty. it was full of everything you both hadnât said, everything you werenât supposed to feel.
"i... i shouldn't be here," you whispered. it wasn't about his place. he knew that.
his gaze didn't waver. "then why are you?"
your lips parted. but once again, no answer left them.
his hand tightened slightly around your wristânot enough to hurt, just but enough to stop you from pulling away if you tried. something sick and twisted knotted in your stomach, heat shamefully pooling in between your legs.
you didn't pull away.
"this isn't fair," you said softly.
"no," he agreed. "it's not." but he didn't let go of you, low eyes boring into yours.
âyou deserve better,â he said finally. "you let him treat you like you're optionalâand you're not. you never will be."
but this timeâit didnât sound like advice. it sounded like a promise. the way he said it, the way he looked at you made your chest tighten in a way that had nothing to do with guilt.
your eyes were locked onto each others, everything else fading. the room, the noise, even the weight of what you were doing.
for a split second, you imagined it. what it would be like if this wasnât wrong. if you didnât have to pull away. if you could just stay here, with him, without guilt or hesitation. it was a glimpse of something softer, steadier⊠something that felt dangerously close to real.
suddenly, your phone began to vibrate against your pocket. you flinched this time, like it snapped you out of something you hadnât meant to fall into.
he didnât move. didnât step back. but his hand stilled against your wrist as you glanced down at the screen, close to fully letting go.
your brother. of course.
you swallowed, pulling back just enough to answer it as the warmth of his hand quickly left you. "heyâ"
"where are you?" jaehyunâs voice came through rough, impatient.
"i'm justâout," you said quickly, already knowing how weak it sounded.
"with seojun again?"
your eyes flicked to jimin. he was watching you. too closely. "yeah," you lied, swallowing too hard.
"don't stay there tonight," your brother said. "i can't feed your cat all the fuckin' time." the line ended.
âi should go,â you said, though you didnât move right away.
he nodded once. but his eyes didnât leave you. they didnât soften or let you off easy. then finally, you got up, stepping back. slow and reluctant, like you were pulling yourself from something you hadn't quite processed yet.
"i'll see you..." you said.
his jaw tightened ever so slightly. "yeah," he said.
you turned toward the door, pausing for a second. like you everything in you wanted to look back him. but you didn't.
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you tried. that was the worst part. you actually tried.
âare you even listening to me?â seojun's voice pulled you back, sharp with irritation.
you blinked, realizing you'd been staring at nothing for the past few seconds. âyeahâsorry. what did you say?â
he exhaled, annoyed, leaning back in his chair. âi said i might not be free this weekend.â of course.
you nodded slowly. âokay.â
no argument this time or pushing. no asking him to try. that shouldâve made things better, but it didnât.
you were sitting too far apart. that was the first thing you noticed. not physicallyâyou were on the same couchâbut it felt like there was space between you. too much of it.
like something had already pulled away.
âyouâve been quiet,â he said after a moment, glancing at her.
âjust tired,â you replied.
that part wasnât a lie. just not the whole truth. because every time the room went quietâyour mind didnât stay there.
it drifted. back to jimin.
the way he looked at you three nights ago. the way he said you let me take care of you. the way his hand felt against you. the way he almostâ
your breath caught slightly, shifting where you sat.
âcome here,â your boyfriend said suddenly, reaching for you.
you hesitated. just for a second. then you moved closer, letting him pull you in. it felt wrong. uncomfortable and just...empty. like you were there physicallyâbut nothing else followed.
seojun's hand rested on your waist casually. you used to like it, but now, it didn't feel like anything. âyou good?â he asked.
you nodded quickly. âyeah.â but your voice didnât match.
because all you could think about was how different it felt. how when he touched you, even barelyâit wasnât like this.
your boyfriend said something else, but you didnât hear it. didnât even try to. "you're doing it again," he muttered.
âdoing what?â
âchecking out.â
your chest tightened slightly. âiâm notââ
âyou are,â he cut in. âyouâve been weird all night.â
weird. you almost laughed. because for the first timeâyou felt like you were exactly where you weren't supposed to be.
"i think i'm just tired," you said, softer now.
he pulled away slightly, clearly annoyed now. âthen whyâd you even come over?â that question landed harder than it shouldâve. because you didnât have a good answer. not anymore.
you stood up before you could overthink it. âi should go.â
he frowned. âseriously?â
âyeah,â you said, grabbing your bag. âi justâyeah.â
he didnât stop you. didnât ask you to stay. he didnât even try. and for some reason, that hurt less than it shouldâve. because as you walked outâthere was only one thing on your mind.
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you didn't text first. you just showed up, two knocks at jimin's door before it opened immediately. like he knew it was you. like he'd been waiting.
for a second, neither of you spoke. just stood there, looking at each other. with everything from the last timeâthe tension, the way it endedâcame rushing back all at once.
âyou went back to him.â it wasnât a question.
your chest tightened slightly. âyeah.â
his jaw flexed. âand?"
you shook your head slowly. âit felt wrong.â the words came out quieter than you expected. but they landed exactly where they needed to.
something in his expression shifted. not surprise. something darker. something that had been waiting.
âyeah,â he said. like he already knew. silence stretched, but it wasn't empty. it was full to the brim with weight and tension.
âi couldnât stop thinking aboutââ you started, then cut yourself off.
his eyes locked onto yours. âsay it.â
your breath caught. âi couldnât stop thinking about you.â
there it was. the truth. out loud and no taking it back. he moved first, faster this time. like all the hesitation in him was hanging onto a thread.
there was barely any space left between you. his hand found your waist, pulling you closer like he'd been holding back from that from doing that exactly for too long.
your breath caught sharply, hands instinctively finding his shirt, gripping lightly. "jimin..." you protested ever so weakly.
âtell me to stop,â he said againâbut this time it didnât sound like he would. not really.
and you didn't. you didn't even try. and that was all jimin needed.
before you could think, he leaned inâclosing all the space left and kissed you.
it wasn't soft or careful like most first kisses. it was everything he hadnât let himself do for yearsâfrustration, restraint, wantâall crashing into one moment, capturing your lips roughly between his.
your breath hitched against him, but you didnât pull away. you leaned into it more than you would admit. and you kissed him back, lips moving against his in unison like you'd been waiting too.
his grip tightened slightly, holding you there like he wasnât about to let you disappear again, like he wasnât about to let you walk out and go back to something that wasnât him. his other hand found your jaw, tilting it upward to deepen the kiss like he'd done that a hundred times.
and for the first timeâyou didnât feel unsure. didnât feel distant or felt like something was missing.
because whatever this was, felt like everything. and neither of you stopped, lips molding together in sync.
after what felt like an eternity, the kiss finally broke, but the space between you didn't.
your breath was uneven, chest rising and falling like you'd forgotten how to steady it. his hand was still on your waist, fingers curled slightly like he hadnât decided whether to let go of you yet.
he didnât.
your lips parted slightly, like you were about to say somethingâbut nothing came out. because what were you supposed to say?
this shouldnât have happened? i didnât mean to? this was a mistake? because none of that felt true.
his forehead hovered just barely near yours, close enough that you could still feel himâstill feel the weight of what just happened lingering between you.
âyou should go.â the words came out low. rough. but his hand didnât move, not matching the words at all.
your chest tightened. "do you want me to?" but you didn't mean to ask that. it just slipped out.
his jaw flexed. because the answer wasnât safe. it wasnât something he should say. but heâd already crossed the line. you both had.
"no," he said quietly, and you didn't miss the way his hand twitched against you, like his restraint was faltering.
your breath caught again. and for a second, it looked like you might close the distance again.
like you might forget everything else and justâ
but instead, you stepped back. barely. but enough that his warmth left you. enough to feel it and remind the both of you what was happening.
"this is wrong," you whispered. but there was no conviction behind it. no urgency. just⊠acknowledgment.
"yeah," he said. but he didn't look the least bit concerned.
silence stretched, longer this time. he finally let his hand drop from your waist. slow, reluctant, like it cost him something. and you felt it immediately. the absence. it shouldn't have, but it hit you like a truck.
âi shouldnât have come here,â you murmured. but even even as you said itâyou didnât sound like you meant it.
âyou were going to,â he said. not a question, just undeniable truth.
your eyes flicked back to his, because he was right. "you didn't stop me," you said.
his gaze didnât waver. âyou didnât want me to.â
your breath caught, because that was true too. "this is going to get messy." you meant it as a warning, but realization was just catching up to you.
'it already is."
you let out a quiet breath, shaking your head slightly like you were trying to clear itâbut it didnât work. nothing about this felt clear.
it felt heavy. complicated. wrong. but stillâ completely, disgustingly right. because when you looked at him, there was nothing distant about it. nothing empty or uncertain like you were used to.
âiâm not going to pretend it didnât mean anything," he said. his voice was low and controlled, but there was something else in it now. something more raw.
your chest tightened. because neither were you. "it shouldn't have meant anything," you said. but even you didn't believe your own words.
his eyes dropped to your lips again, slower this time. more deliberate. "but it did."
your heart was racing even faster now as thick silence filled the room. because this wasn't tension anymore. it wasn't another almost moment with him like you always had. this was something real. something you both couldn't undo.
"i need to go," you said finally. and this time, you meant it.
jimin nodded once. he didn't stop you or try to pull you back in. but his eyes stayed on you the entire time, watching. holding. not letting you off easy. and just as you reached the doorâ
âdonât go back to him like this didnât happen.â
the words stopped you cold. your hand froze on the handle, chest tightening. because you knew exactly what he meant.
slowly, you turned around, meeting his intense gaze. "i don't think i can," you squeaked, quietly honest. but too, terrifyingly real.
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you didnât sleep. every time you closed your eyesâyou felt it again.
his hand on your waist. his voice, low, tell me to stop.
the way he didnât. the way you didnât. his plush lips moving against yours like he starved for that moment.
your phone buzzed. you reached for it immediately.
jimin: you awake
your heart skipped. it was 3 am, hours after you left his place.
you: yeah
a second or two passed.
jimin: you left too fast
you: i had to
jimin: didn't feel like you wanted to
your chest tightened, heart beat quickening too fast for the early morning. because he was absolutely right.
you: i didn't
another pause as you stared intensely at your glowing screen in the darkness of your room.
jimin: don't go back to him
your stomach flipped.
you:Â i have to talk to him
jimin:Â thatâs not what i said
your breath caught. his tone, even through a screenâfelt the same. certain and possessive in a way that made your pulse pick up.
jimin: you're not his anymore
your heart practically jumped out of your chest.
you:Â you canât say that
jimin:Â i just did.
come over after
you:Â i donât know if i should
the response came instantly this time.
jimin:Â you will
your breath caught once more, chills tingling your body. because you already knew he was right.
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seojun knew something was off the moment you walked into his place. "you okay?" he asked, glancing up from his phone.
you nodded too fast. "yeah," you lied. but this time you hardly tried to make it sound convincing.
you stayed standing, hovering instead of sitting and getting comfortable. you didn't pretend like you normally would. "i think we should talk.â
that got his attention. he frowned slightly, setting his phone down. âabout what?â
your chest tightened. but you didnât hesitate this time. because you couldnât. not anymore. "this isn't working."
the word landed between you two, flat and final.
he blinked. "what?"
you swallowed. âus. thisâwhatever this is. itâs not working.â
a pause. then a scoff. âare you serious right now?â
âyes.â
he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. âthis is because of last night, isnât it? youâre still mad?â
âno,â your voice was quieter now, but stronger. âitâs not just last night.â
âthen what?â he pressed. "because this feels like it came out of nowhere.â and god, that infuriated you. because it didnât. not at all.
"you don't show up for me," you started, every last bit of hesitation in you crumbling.
âyou cancel. you donât listen. you barely evenââ you stopped, shaking your head. âi feel like iâm not even there half the time.â
his eyebrows pulled together. "that's not true."
"it is."
"you're exaggerating." there it was again. that same tone, the same dismissal as always.
and finally, you felt it clearly. the difference. "no, i'm not."
he ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. âso what, youâre just going to end it? just like that?â
suddenly, your phone buzzed in your hand. you didnât mean to look, but you did anyways.
jimin: you there yet
your breath caught without you even realizing.
"you're not even listening to me," seojun snapped.
your gaze lifted slowly. "i am." but your voice didn't matchâweak like he had just pulled you out of some magical trance.
"then why does it feel like you're already checked out?" he asked.
"because i think i am," you admitted quietly. the words hurt him in a way that you noticed.
"wow," he muttered, leaning back. "so that's it? you're just done?"
another buzz from your phone, your fingers tightening around it as you read the message.
jimin: don't let him talk you out of it
your heart started racing as you looked back at your boyfriend. really looked. and it finally felt clear. it finally wasn't confusing or complicated, it was just completely over.
"i'm so done," you said. it was soft, but final.
seojun let out a short, disbelieving laugh. âyouâre seriously throwing this away?â
throwing it away. like it was something worth keeping.
you shook your head. "no," you said. "i've been holding onto something that wasn't really there."
he stared at you for a second longer, like he was trying to figure out when he lost you. he didnât realize he already had.
âfine,â he said finally. âif thatâs what you want.â it wasnât anger. not fully, at least. just a bruised ego.
and just like that, it was over. you turned toward the door, and this time, he didn't stop you. your phone buzzed again as soon as you stepped outside. you didn't even have to look, you already knew.
jimin: it's done isn't it
you: yeah
your breath hitched as soon as the typing bubble appeared.
jimin: come here
and without hesitation or second guessing, you were already on your way.
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the door barely closed behind you before jimin was already there. too close, the heat of his body warming you up from the cold night air. like heâd been waiting for this exact moment for an anticipated amount of time.
"you came," he said. it wasn't a question.
your breath was still uneven from the walk and from everything that had just happened, to him.
âyeah,â you said softly.
âi told you that you would."
your heart was still racing as you set your bag down, but you didnât move any further into the apartment. didn't create space between you and him.
"it's done," you said, like you needed to say it out loud. like it would make all of this real.
his gaze didn't leave yours. "i know," he said. a small pause. "because you're here."
your breath caught as silence settled between you. but it wasn't at all quiet. instead it was incredibly thick, charged with something that was already buildingâfaster this time. stronger.
"this is⊠a lot,â you admitted, your voice softer now. âeverything justâhappened.â
âand you still came here."
that made your gaze avert over to him immediately, taking in his features and the way he looked at you. something in your chest tightened. because you knew what that meant.
"i don't think i was going anywhere else," you said.
that did something to him. you saw it in the way his jaw tightened, the way his shoulders squared slightly like something in him had locked into place. "good," he said quietly.
you let out a small breath in an attempt to steady yourself. "we should probably... slow down."
the words sounded right, responsible, and safe. but jimin didn't agree. didn't argue either. instead, he just watched you for a few seconds too long.
"you don't actually want that," he said.
your brows pulled together slightly. "you don't know that."
"i do," he replied casually. âyou donât actually want that.â
âyou say that,â you started, âbut this is all really fast and i justââ
your words cut off sharply, because suddenly he moved, closing the space between you in one step. his hand found your wrist once againâit wasn't rough or forceful, but it was enough to stop your pacing and put an end to your thinking.
âstop talking yourself out of it,â he said, voice lower now.
your breath caught, heart pounding so hard it echoed in your head. âiâm notââ
âyou are," he said softly, his thumb brushing lightly against your wrist. grounding, yet claiming.
âyou felt it,â he continued. âyou know what this is.â
your chest rose and fell faster now. "i donât know what it is,â you whispered.
âthatâs not true," he said lowly in your ear.
he guided you back a step. then another. and another, until the back of your knees hit the couch and you sat without even realizing it.
and he followed, sitting closely next to you. too close. your heart was racing now. it wasn't from fear. it was entirely him. and the threateningly perfect idea of being his that made your heart ache.
"this isn't wrong," he said, quieter now.
you shook your head slightly. âit feels like it should be.â
âit doesnât.â
âit does.â
âbut youâre still here.â
that again. that truth you couldnât argue with. before you could respond, both his hands snaked their way around your waist, firm and certain. and then suddenly, you were being pulled into his lap.
your breath caught sharply, hands instinctively landing on his broad shoulders to steady yourself. âjiminââ
his name came out softer than you meant it to. less like a warning and much more like something else.
âyou keep acting like you donât want this,â he murmured, his voice right there, close enough to feel. âbut you do.â
your pulse was racing. âi didnât say i donâtââ
âexactly.â
your fingers tightened slightly against his shirt. because being this closeâhis cologne and warmth making your head spinâfeeling him like this, hearing the words he uttered with such confidence and possession,
made it impossible for you to think straight.
âthis is going to get complicated,â you muttered, but it sounded weaker now. less certain.
"it already is," he said. he didn't care.
âi really donât want to mess this up, chimâ you admitted, a sad pout forming at your lips, eyes suddenly glossy. but it was something honest. something incredibly real and directly from your heart.
and god, did that make jimin's stomach flip. he couldn't stand to see anything that wasn't a smile on your face. he absolutely hated it. and tears? he couldn't bare to let it happen.
his gaze softened. âyou wonât," he said firmly.
âhow do you know?â you sniffed.
âbecause iâm not letting you.â the words landed heavy.
your breath caught again. âbut, you canât just decide thatâ"
âi already did.â
his hand shifted slightly at your waist, grounding you there, keeping you close to him and nothing but him.
âiâve wanted you for too long to pretend this isnât happening,â he said, quieter now. âiâm not going to step back and watch you go to someone else again.â
your heart skipped, your brain going quiet for a second. "jimin..."
"tell me you don't want this," he said. he gave you the chance again. he gave you the chance to run away back to your apartment with your brother, to his best friend, and forget this ever happened.
but you didn't take it.
and for him, that was it. his burning gaze dropped to your lips, slow and intentional. like he needed to take his time, soaking up your presence and every last one of your features in front of him.
your breath hitched as your grip tightened on him slightly. "we said we would slow down," you whispered. but you didn't move.
and then, his lips met yours once again. but this time, you didn't pause. this time, the shock and hesitation didn't exist. just the same intensity, but stronger now, deeper, like everything you two held back before was completely gone for good.
your hands didn't hesitate either. they clung onto him like you had already chosen your present and future with him, snaking up his chest and around his neck, fingers curled lightly into his hair.
he kissed you like no one else had ever kissed you before, with the utmost passion and devotionâlike he had spent years dreaming about doing it every day. because he had.
you responded, lips moving against his with desire. no pause to think, no space to breatheâjust the same pull as before, stronger now, like something that had been building for years finally had somewhere to go.
his hands stayed firm at your waist, keeping you close against him, like he didnât trust you to stay if he let go. like he didnât trust himself enough to just let you.
âyou feel that?â he murmured against you, voice low, rough in a way you haven't heard before. âthat's not nothing.â
your fingers tightened in his shirt, making him weak in the head. âi know,â you whispered. because you felt it all.
âi tried to stay away from you,â he admitted, quieter now, his forehead pressing lightly against yours for half a second before he pulled you back in. âyou make that impossible.â
your heart was racing too fast now. so loudly that it felt as if it was echoing throughout your entire body.
âyou keep coming back to me,â he said. âdonât act like you donât know why.â
you swore you could feel your throat swell up at that. but you didn't answer.
one hand slid slightly down your side, grounding and steady; like he needed to make sure that you were really there. the other found it's way along your jaw, tilting it upwards to match his eye level.
"you're not his anymore."
the words sent something sharp through your chest. and this time it wasn't guilt.
your hands found his face for a second, pulling him back toward you, like you didnât want the space, didnât want the thinking, didnât want anything to interrupt this again.
âiâve wanted this for too long,â he said against you quietly. but his tone was coated with nothing but pain and desire.
and that did it. whatever restraint left was entirely gone as you kissed him this time. he all but melted against you, his grip tightening on you as he captured your lips hungrily in between his.
you barely pulled apart, the room filled with nothing but light breaths, small, muffled moans, and the sound of your lips moving together.
when you finally separated for the quickest breath, jimin's eyes swirled with pure darkness. "you have no idea what you do to me," he muttered against your lips before engulfing them into his once more.
it wasn't long before he swiped his tongue greedily against your lips, cheekily asking for entrance. you obliged, humming into him as he shamelessly explored your mouth with a smile.
his hands traveled father down your body, past your hips and slowly up and down your your ass, grasping it like he already owned it. you moaned desperately, tilting your head back with a string of saliva pulling from both of your lips, an unbearable heat pooling between your legs.
he saw it as an opportunity to litter your neck with kisses; starting gently at your jaw before going further down your neckâbecoming more sloppy, open-mouthed, and claiming. his hands made it further past your ass, fingers tracing needily against your thighs.
âdo you know how hard itâs been to stay away from you?â he murmured against your collarbone, now sucking and biting at the skin as you melted beneath him.
you could only moan in response, but that didn't stop him. "he never deserved you," he grumbled, voice low and rough with something close to anger. "i knew that the moment i met him."
before you could respond, his captured you into another kiss, growling against your lips as your fingernails dug into his neck. soon, his slender fingers slid underneath your ass before he stood up, gripping you tightly as you quickly wrapped your legs around him.
your tongues moved together while your hands tangled themselves into his hair. his grip on you was tight, firm, like holding you was his entire life's purpose.
the kiss broke apart as he placed you down on his bed gently, your body quickly being cushioned by plush comforters and pillows. before he joined you on the bed, his eyes burned into your figureâlike he had to make sure that this moment was real. that the girl that never left his mind once for years, was really on his bed, in front of him.
he blinked in disbelief before desire rapidly took over his eyes, climbing on top of you and capturing your lips between his hungrily. "are you sure you want this?" jimin asked gently, voice low and quiet against your lips.
"yes," you nodded breathlessly. "i want this, chim."
his heart clenched at the nickname, almost making his head dizzy and his restraint falter. god, he just wanted to ruin you. he wanted to show you how you really deserve to be treated. he wanted to show you that he was the only right man for you. the only man that could spoil you rotten with gifts and attentionâthe only man that could ever treat you right and fuck you right.
he sucked in a sharp breath, his rough hands finding your chin and tilting it up to meet his consuming gaze. "you have no idea what it did to me... watching you be with someone else." he seethed, making his way to your neck and sucking the skin gently between his lips.
you shivered under his touch but you didn't ignore the way the words made your heart ache. "chim..." you whispered.
"you're mine now," he growled against your skin, littering it with wet, open-mouthed kisses. "no turning back from this. no running back to that fucker who didn't know your worth."
"no," you shook your head, unable to ignore the unbearable heat pooling between your legs. "i only want you, jimin.â
his breath became shaky against you, like the words that had just left your mouth struck something deep in him. he captured your lips between his, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth.
you tugged at his shirt with greed and he complied immediately, tugging it off with rough hands and throwing it somewhere to be forgotten.
you quickly traced your manicured nails along his curated abs like you'd done it plenty of times before, and jimin shivered under your touch like you had grazed his soul.
it didn't take long before his hands snaked their way around your top, slender fingers dipping into the hem. your hand met his, guiding it upwards until he eventually ripped your top off.
jimin shuddered at the sight of you half-naked beneath him, your doe-eyes peering up at him with desire, waiting for him, yearning for his next move. it almost made him dizzy. âso perfect, baby.â
he littered your cleavage with kisses before circling a tongue around one nipple as you cried out in pleasure. his free hand trailed down your body, finding its way between your thighs and lightly trailing against your clothed clit.
he sucked your nipple between his lips slowly before gently biting at the skin on your boob, leaving small kisses and licks after you whimpered against him.
his lips quickly found their way to your other tit, engulfing it softly into his mouth before you realized his hand was slowly pulling down your shorts and making his way through your panties.
you reacted quickly, his mouth still attached to your breasts as you shoved your shorts further down your legs. jimin pulled back, a pop! sound filling the air as your nipple hardened from the immediate cold.
he assisted you in fully taking your shorts off, discarding them somewhere in the room before fully taking in your figure.
his thick cock only strained harder against his jeans as he took in the sight of you. the sight of you that he had been dreaming of for years, fisting his dick every night to the thought of you and only you. when he hooked up with girls, which was rareâhe would only do it to imagine it was you. and now, the moment was finally hitting him.
"fuck," he grunted before enveloping his plush lips with yours slowly, taking them in and swiping his tongue inside your mouth.
his fingers traced your core, still barely protected by your lace thong that you carefully chose before going out tonight. "wore these for me baby?" he murmured against your lips.
you nodded eagerly and he smirked against your lips before hooking your panties to the side and teasingly tracing his fingers down your wet folds. "they're pretty baby," he said. "almost as pretty as you."
you practically keened beneath him, legs quivering with need. he teased you a for half a second longer before inserting one, long finger inside of you. you felt your wetness gush out of you and around his finger as you moaned in pure bliss.
he plunged inside of you, his thumb slowly rubbing your clit as he added another finger.
"taking me so good baby," he murmured against your ear before placing a light kiss at your neck. "need to get you ready for my cock, hm?"
suddenly, the warmth of his body left you as he lowered himself down your thighs, adjusting your leg to sit on top of his shoulder with one hand, the other one still thrusting into you. you quickly responded, lifting your other leg on his shoulder as you whimpered in a mix of need and pleasure.
it wasn't long before his head was dipped between your legs, his lips kissing your folds while his fingers worked inside of you slow, but deep. your thighs were practically twitching against him, core dripping against his lips with anticipation.
you could feel him smile against your pussy in satisfaction as he begins to finally intrude his tongue between your folds. he licked a rudely long stripe up your pussy before he started to fully lap against you, taking in every last bit of your arousal.
"jimin-!" you moaned out, your fingers intertwining with his hair needily.
his lips wrapped around your folds as he plunged his tongue into your hole, exploring your velvety insides greedily as he growled against you. your back arched off of his bed in absolute pleasure, bliss filling your entire bodyâheat coiling in your stomach as he worked at you like a man starved.
soon enough, your orgasm tore through you, covering jimin in your slick. he lapped at it hungrily, his fingers slowing inside of you and guiding you to release. once you finished, he pulled away, licking your slick off of his fingers.
"such a good girl for me," he grunted before engulfing you into a kiss filled with desire, tasting yourself on his lips. you pulled back, a string of saliva caught between your lips as you looked down at his strained member.
his eyes followed your vision but before he could process it, your hands were fumbling with his belt. when he realized it, it only made him harder. a smile tugged at his lips he helped you take it off, his fingers pulling apart the button and swiftly coming off of the bed.
his member was clung tight against his boxers as his jeans pooled around his ankles, fully revealing his sculpted body to you.
you eyes trailed down him, making your way to the end of the bed on your knees. he stopped completelyâhis dark, low eyes following your every move as you approached him.
you pushed yourself up on your knees to meet his height, hands sneaking behind his neck, nails lightly digging in his skin as they made their way slightly down his back.
he nearly shivered as you trailed your hands down his built shoulders, shifting down his abs until your fingers found their way around the hem of his boxers. you peered up at him, his burning gaze immediately making you shudder.
you pulled down his boxers and his cock immediately sprung out in front of youâlong, thick, and leaking with precum. your mouth nearly watered at the sight, but your mouth became agape.
because seojun was nowhere near as big as this.
"yeah, like what you see, baby?" he said with a smirk, lightly stroking his cock in front of your face. "it's all yours, pretty girl."
"wanna feel it all," you whispered weakly, eyes not leaving his.
"fuck," he groaned, his voice low. "yeah, wanna take me raw baby? wanna feel all of me, hm?"
you nodded desperately and jimin's hands found your shoulders and gently pushed you back onto his bed. you landed between his plush pillows before his figure blocked your view, his eyes scanning you with hunger.
he lowered himself above you, one hand planted beside your head while the other guided his cock to your sopping wet entrance, sliding it up and down your folds teasingly.
"chim-!" you whined out, pout tugging at your lips.
he kissed that pout away all before entering you slowly, your folds engulfing his hot, angry, cock and painfully adjusting around his length. you cried out in a mix of pleasure and ache. it was a kind of stretch you had never experienced before.
"shh, baby," he cooed gently. "it's okay. you're taking me so good."
after a few minutes of stillness, he pushed further inside of you slowly. your walls expanded around him as his tip soon hit the back, bulge deep in your stomach. he began to pick up his pace, almost fully pulling out before plunging back inside of you, thrusting at a steady pace.
you moaned out in pleasure, nothing but you and him and the sound of your pussy squelching from his cock existing in your brain.
"fuck," he moaned loudly. "this pussy was fuckin' made for me."
you moaned in response, clenching tighter around him as his tip started to hit your g-spot relentlessly, his thumb circling your clit. your eyes rolled to the back of you head as you took his every thrust, brain feeling absolutely fucked numb.
jimin felt like his entire body was lit on fire from being inside of you, legs wrapped around his shoulders and in the air as he explored every inch of your insides greedily with his thick, curved member. his pace was nearly impossible, hitting your pussy at an obliterating angle you didn't even know existed.
"chimmy..." you whined. "it's too much."
"no baby," he protested breathlessly against you. "look at you, taking me so fuckin' good 'cause you were made for me. weren't you baby? gonna take my cum tonight."
you simply nodded, whining in response but he wasn't having it. he needed to hear you. his free hand found your ass cheek, gently caressing it before placing a light smack!
"use your words, baby," he growled.
"yes-!" you moaned almost miserably as hot pleasure coiled tightly in your core. "i was made for you, chim- all yours-!"
"fuck," he growled darkly, his thrusts becoming sloppier but harder, fingers focused on your clit. "yeah, you're mine baby. been watching you walking away from me for years. 'm not letting that happen again."
you felt your back arching off the mattress once again, moaning loudly at his words and the way he bruised your walls.
"my pretty girl," he cooed as he felt your insides clench tighter around him. "i don't share you. you understand me?"
"yes- god, jimin- i'm all yours-!" you cried out, fingers digging into his shoulders as his pace quickened, taking you both to your orgasms.
suddenly, the heat that built up in your stomach tore right through you like a riptide, jimin fucking you through both of your releases while spilling his hot seed inside of you, plastering your walls with white. you shivered beneath him as he rode through the high, his thrusts becoming slower.
your pussy throbbed shamelessly around his thick cock as he came to a stop, burying it deeper so he could milk every last drop of his cum inside of you before pulling out.
you were simply too stunned to speak, still struggling to catch your breath as jimin placed soft kisses along your face. "you okay, baby?" he whispered gently before placing a peck in your hair.
"yes," you replied, eyes big and wide as you took in every last inch of him in front of you. "more than okay, chim."
his gaze softened immediately, moving beside you and immediately wrapping his arms around youâclosing the distance between you as you melted against his chest. he breathed in your scent, the shampoo and perfume filling his nostrils and your warmth against him making his heart pump faster than he could ever admit.
and despite the butterflies that sent flying through your body, it felt completely natural in a way you both couldn't ignore. like you both had done this, cuddled up in bed together a million times.
jimin was completely enamored by you, and you could finally see it in the way he looked at you. the dark that had clouded his eyes moments ago while he was inside of you had disappeared entirelyâand was replaced by something curated purely from love and devotion.
but he couldn't ignore the way dark circles tugged at the bottom of your eyes as you looked at him so deeply, his heart pulling at the thought of your day today. he pulled you in closer, one hand resting behind your head while the other slowly caressed your cheek.
"you don't have to think right now," he said softly. "just stay with me."
you nodded, a familiar warmth spreading throughout your body and finally to your heart. "i want to stay with you, chim."
he captured your lips in between his slowly, like he had to etch this moment into his brain. when you finally pulled apart, the eye contact was nearly unbreakable. and with a few more kisses and sweet nothings from him, your eyelids became more heavy.
"i've got you baby," he cooed quietly. "i'm not going anywhere. ever."
â§ÍâșË*àŒâŸ
you woke up slowly. your eyes opened to soft morning light spilling through the curtains, the room quiet except for the steady rhythm of jimin's breathing behind you.
jimin's. not seojun. not some shitty bum who didn't care about you. it was jimin. his arms were still wrapped around you, firm enough to keep you in place against him all night.
you didn't get up or pull away. instead, you let yourself feel it. everything from last nightâclear, vivid, impossible to ignore. the way you chose him. the way it only felt right to keep choosing him.
your chest rose slowly with a breath you didn't realize you were holding. this was real. and it wasn't a mistake. it wasn't something you could pretend didn't happen.
you shifted slightly, just enough to turn in his arms. his grip tightened instantly.
âdonât go,â he murmured, voice rough, barely awake.
your heart softened immediately. âiâm not,â you whispered.
his eyes opened slowly after that, adjusting to the light, but they found you immediately, like they always did.for a second, neither of you spoke. you just looked at each other, eye contact burning while taking the moment all in.
âyouâre still here,â he said quietly, like he couldn't believe it.
you almost smiled. âyeah.â like there was nowhere else you'd rather be.
his gaze searched yours for a moment longer, like he was looking for something underneath the surface. something you hadnât said yet. âdo you regret it?â he asked carefully.
you didnât answer right away. not because you didnât knowâbut because you wanted to be honest. your fingers traced lightly along his arm where it rested around you, grounding yourself in the feeling of him. in the reality of this.
âno,â you said finally. but there wasn't any hesitation or fear.
his expression shifted, relief settling over his expression. ânot even a little?â he asked, quieter now.
you shook your head gently. âno,â you repeated. "i donât.â
his hand slid slightly along your side, slower now, less urgent than before but still intentionalâlike he just needed to feel you there. still his. and still against him.
âi was scared i would,â you admitted softly.
his brows pulled together slightly. âand?â
you met his gaze. "i don't.â
silence settled again, but it wasnât heavy. instead it was full of uncovered truths and the familiarity of each other.
âi think i'm just... trying to catch up,â you continued, your voice quieter now. âeverything feels different.â
âit is,â he said.
your breath caught slightly. âdoes that scare you?â
"no," he shook his head without hesitation. âonly thing that would've scared me is you walking away.â
your chest tightened, because you knew he meant that with everything in him. âiâm not going anywhere,â you said.
and when you said itâit didnât feel like a maybe or a possibility. and he felt it. his hand stilled for a second at your waist, like he was registering the words and holding onto them.
"good," he murmured softly against you.
you shifted closer without thinking, your hand resting lightly against his chest now, feeling his heartbeat. it felt steady, steadying you into a wave of calmness you haven't experienced in a while.
âthis is a lot,â you said again, but softer this time. less overwhelmed, but aware of the future situation awaiting.
âi know,â he said quietly. âbut you donât have to figure it all out right now.â
your eyes lifted back to his. âyeah?â
his thumb brushed lightly along your arm. âjust stay."
you nodded. âokay.â
and for awhile, neither of you moved. you didn't rush or overthink anythingâyou just stayed there. wrapped up in each other, tangled in something that had been building for years, finally existing.
â§ÍâșË*àŒâŸ
it shouldâve been easy. you'd done this a hundred times beforeâgroup settings, loud rooms, easy laughter, nothing to hide.
but nowâeverything felt different.
you walked in the bar first. jimin came ten minutes later, all on purpose.
jaehyun barely looked up from his phone. âyou made it.â
âyeah,â you said, forcing a small smile as you slipped into your seat.
and thenâjimin walked in, your breath catching before you could stop it. it was small, quick enough for nobody to notice. but jimin did, like always. your eyes met for half a second. that was it. but it was enough to thicken the tension between you.
he didnât smile or acknowledge it. just walked past like nothing had changedâlike last night simply didnât exist.
but when he sat down across from you, too closeâyou felt it immediately. the shift in the energy between you, the awareness in the energy that sparked.
the way you couldnât look at him for too long without remembering exactly how it felt to be right with him, not even a few hours ago. the way your brother was sitting right next to with the chance of smelling jimin's cologne on you.
âso whatâs everyone doing this weekend?â someone asked.
quickly enough, voices overlapped, plans were thrown around. and you tried to focus. tried your best to stay present. but you failed.
because every time you laughed or movedâyou could feel his eyes on you. not obvious or constant. but there. always there.
"then why are you zoning out?" he whispered a little too loudly, loud enough for jimin to hearâor maybe he was just eavesdropping too hard.
your stomach dropped. "i'm not."
across the table, jimin leaned back slightly, watching.
at some point, his fingers brushed against your knee under the table. it was accidental and barely there, but your breath caught sharply.
you pulled back immediately, but he didn't. his fingers lingered for a second longer before pulling away, like a reminder. like a warning.
your pulse spiked and you suddenly couldn't bare to look at him, even if you tried with everything in you.
"you okay?" jaehyun asked again. now you couldnât seem look at your brother either.
"yeah," you said, a little too fast. "just need some air." and you stood before anyone could question you any further, walking out before you could even think.
and not even thirty seconds later, you heard the door open behind you. of course.
"running away again?"
your breath was slightly uneven as you turned to face jimin. "i just- i needed a second."
"you always do that," he said gently.
"you always follow."
he didn't deny it. silence settled for a second, but it didn't stay quiet for long.
"this isn't going to work, chim," you said without thinking, breath uneven and a sad pout forming at your lips. "not like this. not around them."
"then don't act like nothing happened," he said, voice lower now and suddenly much closer.
"i'm just trying to keep this from blowing up," you said.
"and i'm not?" he shot back.
you shook your head slightly. "you're making it harder, chim."
"good."
your brows pulled together. "why would you-"
"because i don't want you pretending we didn't just spend the night together. don't want you pretending like you didn't say you were mine."
and there the words were, out loud, too real, and sitting heavy in the air between you. your breath caught. "you can't just say that out loud."
"i just did," he replied simply, stepping closer to you. it wasn't close enough to draw attention if any of your friendsâor your brotherâpeaked their head out the door to check on you two. but it was enough to for the smell of his cologne and the warmth of his body to wrap around you.
âyou think iâm going to go back to acting like youâre justâwhat?â he continued, quieter now. âmy best friendâs little sister?â
your heart skipped. because just minutes ago, that had been exactly what you had tried so desperately to do. sitting there, next to your brother and across from jimin, it all hit you like a truck.
"you're not" he said firmly.
you couldn't ignore the way your chest tightened and your throat swelled at his words. "this is complicated."
"i don't care," he said simply. and he meant it.
his hand found your wrist lightly, but it was enough to ground you. it was enough to look up at him, to hold his intense gaze that almost made your knees buckle.
âi meant what i said,â he added, voice lower now. âiâm not letting you go back to something that wasnât even right for you.â
your pulse picked up again, looking away from him in pain. âbut this isnât that simple.â
âit is to me.â
and you when looked back up at him, something in your chest ached again. because for not once second did he hesitate. not even a little. he never did when it came to you.
"i only want you," he said quietly, but it was firm and final.
your breath caught, throat swelling as your heart thumped against your chest. because there was no doubt in the way he said it. he said it and left no space for uncertainty in your mind.
"i want you too, jimin," you admitted quietly, tears threatening to form at your water line.
if he hadn't noticed the water pooling at your bottom eyelashes, those words would've knocked him off his balance. he swallowed thickly, like he needed to fully process what you had just admitted.
"hey," he said, his gaze softening quickly. his grip on your arm loosened as he rubbed his thumb against your arm to comfort you. "we're going to figure this out, okay?"
"okay," you sniffled, holding his gaze.
"i can't loose you, y/n," he said, a hint of pain leaking through his tone.
"you won't," you replied almost firmly, tears quickly evaporating.
his hands found yours, intertwining them with his. "good," he muttered quietly, eyes mixed with hope and pain.
â§ÍâșË*àŒâŸ
your brother wasn't stupid.
he didn't say anything at first. instead, he just watched.
he watched the way you left the table quickly. and the way his best friend didn't hesitate to follow right after. the way neither of you came back for more than a few minutes.
and when you both finally came back inside, you didn't sit near each other. for the rest of the night, you didn't talk or even look at each other.
it was too careful. you and jimin had never spent the night, out with all of your friends, and not talk to each other once.
later that night, when everyone started heading outâwhen you had just slipped out the door with one of your girlfriendsâyour brother caught jimin by the shoulder. âyo.â
he turned, expression neutral. âwhat's up, man?â
jaehyun paused before asking, âyou good, bro?â
it was a normal question. the way he said it was casual. but jimin knew by the randomness of the question, it wasn't at all that.
"yeah," jimin replied, but it came out of his mouth too quick.
jaehyun watched him for a second longer, his brows pulling together slightly. "you and...y/n okay?"
those words landed heavier, the sound of your name thickening the air in a way neither of them had felt before.
but jimin didn't react. "what do you mean?"
"i mean-" jaehyun shrugged slightly "you've been acting weird all night." a beat of silence waved through them. "and so has she."
the air and everything else around them seemed to still for a moment.
"we're good," he said simply, but with a bit too much control.
jaehyun almost didn't look convinced in the slightest bit. but he nodded anyway. "alright," he said, his hand leaving jimin's shoulder.
"just don't make things complicated," jaehyun continued, voice quieter now.
and that almost made jimin laugh,
because it was way too late for that.
â§ÍâșË*àŒâŸ
you started texting jimin first. it wouldn't be about anything important.
you: hiii
what are you doinggg
i miss you
those texts pulled at his heartstrings, making him dizzy in the head and pulling his phone out at work just to text you back. he didn't even look at the time.
jimin: i miss you too pretty girl
i'm at work
wish i was with you
â§ÍâșË*àŒâŸ
you showed up to his apartment a few days later without hesitation. and he noticed. of course he did.
âyou didnât even think about it this time,â jimin said, watching you step inside while holding the door open for you.
you shrugged slightly, slipping off your shoes. âi knew where i wanted to be.â
and the moment those words left your mouth, it did something to him. and even you could see it. it was in the way his posture shifted, in the way his eyes stayed on you a second longer.
like he was still getting used to the fact that you weren't fighting it anymore. âsay that again,â he murmured, stepping closer to you.
your breath caught slightly. âi said i knew where i wanted to be.â
âno,â he said, stepping closer. âthe part you didnât say out loud.â
your heart started racing, because you knew exactly what he meant. you hesitated, but only for a small second. "i wanted you."
silence filled the air, heavyâbut charged with some kind of electricity that was enough to make your knees weaken underneath his gaze.
jimin closed the distance instantly, his hand finding your waist, pulling you into him like it was second nature now.
âyeah,â he said quietly, ignoring the way his stomach twisted at those words. âi know.â but his voice wasn't causal or light. it was full of something entirely deeper, something so deep you couldn't ignore it. something that had been waiting.
âyou keep choosing me,â he added, his forehead brushing lightly against yours.
your breath caught. "i am."
his grip tightened slightly on you, his other hand finding its way up your neck and against your jaw. "good," he muttered before pulling your lips in with his.
â§ÍâșË*àŒâŸ
for two weeks, you and jimin barely went out together.
you'd spent time together his place, seeming to never getting bored of each other's presence. you'd spend those days playing games together, cooking, watching showsâand of course, getting tangled up in his sheets together.
you didn't sit next to each other in front of everyone when going out with friends. didn't make it obvious. but it was definitely there.
it was there in the way his hand would brush yours under the table and linger just a second too long. the way you'd glance across the room and he would already be looking.
the way you'd get a text from him while you were standing ten feet away from him in the club.
jimin: come outside
your heart jumped. and you'd go, every single time.
âanyone could see us,â you whispered, stepping out into the cool night air.
âthen stop coming when i ask," he shrugged. because he knew you wouldnât.
âi hate you, chimmy,â you murmured, but there was no weight behind it.
âno, you donât," he said, stepping closer. too close, like always. âi canât get enough of you like this,â he admitted lowly, eyes scanning you and licking his lips so briefly you almost didn't notice it.
it hit you harder than it shouldâve. âhow?â you asked softly. âweâre barely evenââ
âexactly.â his hand found your wrist, pulling you just slightly closer. âbut youâre still choosing me.â
your breath caught, heart practically hammering against your chest.
âyou donât even realize what that does to me,â he added, voice so low like it was to himself.
you looked up at him, ignoring the heat pooling between your thighs. âthen tell me.â
his eyes dropped to your lips. then, slowly, back up. "it makes me want more," he grunted.
âand what happens when someone finds out?â you whispered.
but he didnât hesitate. "then they find out.â
âyou donât care?â
his gaze locked onto yours. not even a second of doubt across his face. ânot when it comes to you.â
â§ÍâșË*àŒâŸ
you were in jimin's kitchen, leaning against the counter like you'd been there a hundred times before. because at this point, you basically had.
you were wearing one of his hoodiesâlike you always did now, when you felt his eyes on you.
âyouâre here a lot,â he said, watching you.
you glanced up, smiling. âyou complaining?â
âno," he replied quickly.
your smile softened. âthen what?â
he didnât answer right away. instead, he looked at you. taking in every inch of youâwearing his hoodie, in his apartment.
he looked at you like he was trying to figure out how to say something heâd been holding in for too long.
he stepped closer. "i've been wanting this for so long," he admitted quietly, gesturing between you and him. your breath caught.
"you keep choosing me," he continued, his voice lower now. "so i'm asking you-" he paused every so slightly.
"will you be mine?"
your chest tightened, heart beating too quickly for you to fully process his words. it wasnât dramatic or overly romantic, it was jimin. direct, certain, and too real.
you stepped closer, close enough to be engulfed by his warmth, trying to ignore the way the words made your brain feel like mush. "i am yours," you said quietly, but it was certain.
his hand found your waist instantly, pulling you in like he didnât need to hold back anymore. âyeah,â he murmured. âyou are.â
and this timeâit didnât feel dangerous. it felt so right.
â§ÍâșË*àŒâŸ
you kept your things at your apartment, but you stayed at jimin's. more nights than not.
but you started to leave your clothes behind without realizing, and a pink toothbrush eventually showed up. and sometimesâwhen jaehyun wasn't home for the night, you'd even bring your cat over.
âyouâre basically living here,â he muttered one night with a smile, watching you curl up into his couch like it was yours.
you pouted. âyou donât like it?â
he walked over, pulling you up into him without hesitation and placing a kiss on your forehead. âi didnât say that, baby.â
because he liked it too much. he got so used to you being there. to your voice in his space. to the way you'd fall asleep next to him like it was the most natural thing in the world.
jimin didn't want it to go back to how it was before. not even a little.âyouâre not going anywhere, right?â he asked once, quieter than usual.
you looked up at him, surprised. âwhere would i go?â
he didnât answer. because didnât need to. your hand found his. âiâm not going anywhere, chim.â
and that was all he needed.
â§ÍâșË*àŒâŸ
one week into you and jimin being official, the apartment door opened too early. too suddenly.
"yo, man-"
it was your brother. and he stopped mid-sentence at the sight of you. you, his sister, on his best friend's couchâno, better yetâon his lap. with his best friend's arms wrapped around your waist so comfortably.
there was no space between you two, and certainly no excuse that either of you could possibly dare to utter. silence filled the room instantly, heavy and sharp.
"what the fuck is this?" jaehyun exclaimed, brows pulling together sharply. but his voice wasn't loud, it didn't need to be.
you froze, heart dropping in your stomach as you got off jimin's lap. "wait-"
"no," he cut you off, stepping further inside as the door shut a little too hard behind him. "no, i want to hear him explain this."
but jimin didn't move. he didn't step away or take his hands off you. "we're together," he said simply.
your brother laughed humorlessly, a hand dragging across his face. "you're joking."
"no."
âthatâs my sister.â
âi know.â
âyou've known her since she was a kid.â
âi know," jimin replied again, each answer calmer than the last. which only made it worse for jaeyhun.
âand you thought this was okay?â jaehyun snapped.
âi didnât think it was anything,â he said. âi know what it is.â
âyeah?â jaehyun shot back. âthen say it.â
âi care about her," he said. it didn't come out defensive or rushed. he had said it with his whole chest.
jaehyun looked at you. "is this serious to you?"
your chest tightened. because it absolutely was. "yes," you said, no hesitation found in your tone.
the anger didn't disappear from jaehyun's face, but it shiftedâlike he was processing instead of exploding. âthis is messed up,â he muttered, running a hand through his hair. âyou went behind my back.â
âit wasnât like that," you protested.
âit's exactly like that.â
silence stretched across the room again, longer this time.
"is he good to you?" jaehyun asked suddenly.
the question caught you off guard, but your heart ached at it. "yes," you replied softly. but it was certain in a way your brother had never heard you say about anybody before.
so, jaehyun looked between you twoâreally looked. at the way you stood next to each other, the way neither of you pulled away. the way it didn't feel awkward or forced like the way it felt with seojun.
it just felt completely natural.
"i don't like it," your brother said finally. neither of you had expected him to. "but if you hurt her-" jaehyun started, looking directly at jimin now.
"I won't," he interrupted immediately, lacking any hesitation.
another pause between the three of you before your brother sighed, frustrated and still processing. "this is weird," he muttered.
you let out a small breath. "i know."
"but... if you're serious-" jaehyun shook his head. "i'll deal with it."
â§ÍâșË*àŒâŸ
the first time you showed up together, it was quiet. at least, both of you had tried to be.
you walked in the club together. not ahead of each other or separateânext to each other. and that was already enough to turn the heads of all of your friends.
"wait-" one your girlfriends, chaewon blinked, looking between you two. "are you guys-?"
jimin didn't even hesitate. "yeah," he said simply. like it wasn't a big deal. like he hadn't been wanting this for years. like it hadn't been something you both were hiding a week ago.
jaehyun was watching from across the room, still adjusting. still not fully used to it.
the only difference in the night was that jimin didn't try to hide anything. at one point, his hand found yours naturally, fingers lacing together like it was all he knew.
like he had been waiting to do it in front of everyone.
you glanced up at him, a little surprised. âyouâre bold today, chimmy.â
he barely looked down at you. âiâve been holding back for years.â and your heart absolutely melted at that.
"okay..." chaewon said at one point, still processing as you met her again on the dance floor, after jimin had let go of your hand and returned to your brother and their friends. "this isâwow."
"unexpected?" you offered.
"very," she said. "but... it really makes sense!"
and for the rest of the night, no one said anything else. because the way he looked at you and the way you leaned into himâit didn't feel casual or temporary. it felt undeniably real.
later, someone made a joke across the table. you laughed, leaning forward slightlyâjimin's hand sliding instinctively to your lower back.
it sent butterflies through your stomach in the way that felt grounding. like he always needed to be touching you somehow.
the night started winding down, your friends grabbing their belongings and closing off their bar tabs, but conversation and laughter still lingering.
"come on," jimin said, standing up and reaching for you.
"where are we going, chim?â you hummed, still ever so slightly tipsy.
âout," he shrugged.
âthatâs not an answer.â
âit is tonight.â
jaehyun rolled his eyes. âyouâre not bringing her back late.â
he didnât even look back, his hand finding the small of your back again. âi will.â
you laughed as he pulled you along. âyouâre unbelievable.â
âyeah,â he murmured, glancing down at you. âbut youâre still coming with me.â
â§ÍâșË*àŒâŸ
you were curled up beside jimin on his couch after he had just took you out to a nice dinner, stomach full from the food and sore from the laughter he got out of you and feet aching from the heels you wore.
your legs tucked were under his and your head rested against his shoulder while something played softly on the TV.
jimin's arm was around you, fingers absentmindedly tracing slow patterns along your arm. it was something he did without thinking now. something you leaned into without question.
âyouâre quiet,â you murmured.
âmm.â
it wasn't really an answer. so you tilted your head slightly, looking up at him. "what?"
he didn't respond right away. instead, he just looked at youâlonger than usual. your brows pulled together slightly. "what is it, chim?"
still nothing but his same, intense gaze. you felt your heart rate suddenly pick up.
âiâve been trying not to say something,â he admitted finally, voice low.
your chest tightened. â...why?â
âbecause i didnât want to rush you.â
that caught you off guard. ârush me into what?â you asked softly.
and for the first time in a long timeâjimin hesitated. and that''s how you knew that whatever it was, it definitely mattered.
his hand stilled against your arm, but his gaze never left yours. "i've loved you for a very long time, y/n," he said gently.
but the words echoed in your head, landing deep in your brain. your breath was completely taken out of you.
"i always have," he added, quieter now. "i just didn't let myself call it that."
your eyes began to fill with water almost instantly. and it wasn't because you were surprised. because somewhere, deep, deep downâyou had always known.
âand i didnât say it before,â he continued, voice steady but softer than you ever heard it, âbecause i didnât want you to feel like you had to say it back. or like thisââ his hand shifted slightly against you, grounding you there. ââwas something you needed to catch up to.â
your chest tightened in a way you had never felt before. "jimin..."
âbut i canât keep pretending itâs not there,â he said. ânot when itâs been there longer than anything else.â
a brief silence settled between you, but it wasn't heavy. it was full of everythingâyour childhood memories, everything you hadn't said to each other, the past month you spent with him.
your vision blurred slightly as the tears finally slipped over. you felt his warm hand gently embrace your face, softly wiping them away.
âyou donât have to say anything,â he added softly. âi just needed you to know.â
you shook your head immediately. "no," you said your voice breaking slightly. "no, i do."
his expression shifted slightly, but it was enough for your blurry vision to pick up. he was watching you, holding you, waiting ever so patiently.
you took a small breath, steadying yourself, your hands finding his shirt, holding onto him like you always did now. âi love you too.â
the words came out through tears, but they were clear. "i think i have for a while too," you admitted. "i just didn't realize it until it was already... you."
jimin's chest tightened in a way that pulled at his heartstrings. because that meant everything to him. the words that he dreamed of you saying to him had left your mouth at once.
both of his hands moved to your face, brushing gently along your cheek, catching the tears there like they mattered.
like you mattered.
âyou donât have to cry,â he murmured softly.
you let out a small, shaky laugh. âiâm not sad.â
âi know, baby.â
he leaned in slowly this time. and it wasn't rushed or desperate, it was certain. and when he kissed you, it wasn't like before.
not like the first time, full of tension and restraint breaking. or like the nights that followed, intense and consuming. this was differentâsofter, deeper, like everything you hadn't said to each other had finally fallen into place.
when you pulled back, you both didn't move far, foreheads pressed against each others. "i mean it," he murmured.
"i know, chimmy," you sniffled with a smile.
his hand slid back to your waist, pulling you closer again without even thinking. âsay it again,â he said quietly.
you smiled through the last bit of your tears. "i love you."
and with that, his finally chest eased in a way he hadn't felt in years. "yeah," he murmured, a big smile forming at his lips as he took in the sight of you. "i love you too."
and for a while, you didn't say anything else. because everything that mattered had already been said.
for the first time, there was nothing left between you and him that wasn't real. no secrets or hesitation. just pure love and devotion. the kind that had always been there, but you both had just finally caught up to it.
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guys i literally love themmm smđ!! i hope u guys like my first jimin fic!! im personally OBSESSED with his obsession... like god what i would GIVE for him to feel that way about me.. ahem- anyway.. was not planning on making it so long but i just had to give ending full of fluff! love u guys sm!! let me know what y'all think <3
The heavy glass doors of the boutique hissed shut behind you, but the clinical chill of the air conditioning did nothing to cool the fire simmering under your skin. This wasn't just a shopping trip; it was a declaration of war. After the explosive argument youâd had with Jimin this morning, you had set out with one goal: to see how many zeros you could drain from his bank account before he noticed.
Jimin was the type of man who would happily drape you in diamonds if you asked, but he loathed being manipulated. He hated this game,the way you used his own wealth as a weapon against his patience.
"How would y-you like to pay, ma'am?" the sales assistant stammered, her gaze darting nervously between your cold expression and the wall of stone-faced guards looming behind you.
"Card," you replied curtly, sliding Jiminâs signature black card across the marble counter.
You waited, tapping your manicured nails against the surface, already imagining the look on his face when the transaction alerts began flooding his phone. But as the seconds ticked by, the assistantâs face paled.
"Um, excuse me, ma'am... it seems your card has been... declined. Itâs blocked."
Your heart skipped a beat, but not out of embarrassment. Out of pure, unadulterated fury. "What? No way. Try it again."
"I did, ma'am. Itâs not going through."
You scoffed, reaching into your Chanel clutch and pulling out a secondary card. "Use this one."
Another minute of agonizing silence followed. The assistant looked like she wanted to disappear into the floorboards as she handed it back with trembling fingers. "This one isn't working either, ma'am."
You felt your jaw tighten until it ached. Jimin. That calculated, arrogant traitor. He hadn't just anticipated your move; he had dismantled it before you even reached the mall.
You settled the balance through a private transfer from your personal account, a bitter pill to swallow and swept out of the store. Every step toward the waiting car was fueled by a fresh wave of adrenaline.
As the door of the SUV clicked shut, you sank into the leather seat, staring out the tinted window. You had underestimated him. You often forgot that beneath the doting husband was a man whose wit was as sharp as his ego. Jimin wasn't the type to just sit back and let you bleed him dry out of spite. He was always one step ahead, playing a game of chess while you were still throwing pieces.
The war wasn't over, but round one clearly belonged to Park Jimin.
The car hadn't even come to a full stop before you were out, the gravel crunching beneath your designer heels as you stormed toward the massive front doors. You didn't just enter the mansion; you invaded it.
The living room was quiet, save for the low murmur of business talk. Jimin was perched on the sofa, looking effortlessly composed as he scrolled through a tablet. His assistant stood nearby, and Taehyung, Jiminâs closest associate was lounging in the armchair opposite him.
"Park Jimin!" Your voice roared through the high ceilings, sharp enough to cut the air.
The assistant visibly flinched, shifting on his feet. Taehyungâs eyes darted from you to Jimin, a silent 'here we go' written all over his face. Jimin, however, didn't even flinch. A slow, infuriating smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as his fingers continued to dance across the screen.
"I am talking to you!" you snapped, your chest heaving with indignation.
Finally, he looked up. His gaze was cool, hooded, and entirely too calm for your liking. "Yes, love?"
With a dismissive wave of his hand, he signaled for the others to leave. Taehyung let out a weary sigh, pushing himself up and shoving his hands into his pockets. He spared Jimin a pointed look. "Fix your shit, man," he muttered under his breath before heading toward the exit.
The moment the doors clicked shut, Jimin returned his attention to the tablet. The blatant disregard was the final straw. You lunged forward and snatched the device right out of his hand.
"Y/N," he said, his voice dropping an octave. There was a dangerous edge to his tone, a warning you were far too angry to heed.
"What?! You fucking blocked my cards! Do you have any idea how humiliating that was?" you screamed, the embarrassment of the boutique rushing back to haunt you.
Jimin stood up slowly, his tall frame looming over yours until you were forced to tilt your head back. The proximity was stifling, charged with a tension that felt like static electricity.
"Was it? Then perhaps you shouldn't have behaved like such a brat the other night," he said, his voice terrifyingly steady.
"I was behaving like a brat? You didn't come to the event, Jimin!" You jabbed a finger into his chest, punctuating every word. "I had to stand there and make excuses for you all night while everyone whispered!"
He didn't move. He simply looked down at your finger against his shirt, then back into your eyes. "Careful, baby. I don't like that tone."
"Shove what you like up your ass," you hissed. You reached into your handbag, gripped the two useless pieces of plastic, and flung them directly at his face. "And shove these while you're at it!"
You didn't wait for a reaction. You turned on your heel and stormed toward the grand staircase, the echoes of your footsteps matching the frantic beating of your heart.
It had all spiraled from yesterday. Your charity galaâthe event you had spent months planningâhad been a solo performance because Jimin claimed he had important work. The humiliation of answering a hundred variations of "Where is your husband?" had boiled over into a screaming match last night, ending with you locking him out of the master suite.
You had wanted to hurt his pride. He had responded by cutting off your lifeline.
As you reached the bedroom door, you knew one thing for certain, in the high-stakes game of the Park marriage, the honeymoon phase had officially been replaced by scorched earth.
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The bedroom was bathed in the amber glow of the setting sun, the silence heavy and suffocating. Jimin stepped inside, the rhythmic click of his shoes on the hardwood floor the only sound. He loosened his tie, the tension of the day still knotted in his shoulders.
"Y/n?" he called out, tossing his blazer onto the chaise lounge. No response. He checked the ensuite bathroom, then the walk-in closetânothing but the lingering scent of your perfume.
He sighed, a low, frustrated sound. He knew you; you weren't just hiding. You were making a point. Cursing under his breath, he pulled out his phone and dialed your number, only to be met with the cold finality of your voicemail. He immediately diverted the call to your lead security detail.
"Where is she?" he demanded, pacing the length of the room like a caged predator.
"At her parents' estate, sir."
"I told you to inform me the second she goes somewhere!" he hissed, his voice dropping to a dangerous level. He didn't wait for an excuse. He grabbed his blazer and headed for the garage, the engine of his car roaring to life seconds later.
The atmosphere at your parents' house was a stark contrast to the cold war at the mansion. When Jimin walked in, he found you nestled on the sofa between your father and Liamâa "family friend" whose very existence had always been a thorn in Jiminâs side.
"Jimin! What a surprise," your mother exclaimed, balancing a tray of fresh cookies.
Jimin offered your parents a practiced, polite greeting, but his eyes were locked on you. You didn't even look up, instead choosing to lean slightly closer to Liam as you scoffed. Jiminâs jaw tightened. He hated the way Liam looked at you, and he hated even more that you were using him as a shield.
"Come, Jimin, sit down," your father gestured toward an armchair.
"No, thank you. Iâm just here for Y/n," Jimin replied, his voice clipped.
You finally looked at him, crossing your legs and arms in a defensive posture that screamed defiance. "Iâm not coming back."
The air in the room grew thick with sudden tension. Your mother glanced between the two of you, her eyebrows shooting up in a silent interrogation. What have you done now?
"Y/n," Jimin repeated, his patience fraying at the edges. "Weâre leaving."
"Y/n, sweetheart, what is this?" your mother interjected, trying to play peacemaker. "Did you two have a fight?"
"Maybe they did," Liam chimed in, his tone casually provocative. He leaned back, a smug look on his face. "Let her be, Jimin. It looks like you're the one in the wrong here."
That was it. The small thread of Jiminâs restraint snapped. He ignored Liam entirely, treating him like a buzzing insect, and marched straight toward you. Before you could even register the movement, he leaned down, hooked his arm firmly around your waist, and hoisted you over his shoulder in one fluid, powerful motion.
"Jimin! Put me down!" you squealed, your face flushing as you began to hammer your fists against his broad back.
"Mom! Dad! Do something!"
But your parents merely exchanged a knowing look and shared a small, amused smile. They knew Jimin, and they knew you; this was just another Tuesday in the volatile world of the Parks.
"Goodnight, everyone," Jimin called out over your protests, his grip like iron as he carried his prize out toward the car.
The drive back was a symphony of silence, punctuated only by the aggressive click of your tongue and the hum of the engine. The moment the car rolled to a stop, you bolted, slamming the door with a bone-rattling force that echoed through the driveway.
Jimin was right on your heels, his stride effortless but determined. "Y/n, stop."
You reached the bedroom and tried to shove the heavy oak door shut, but his foot was already there, acting as a solid wedge. He pushed his way inside with a calm strength that only infuriated you further. You whirled around, eyes flashing with lightning.
"What is this, Y/n? Are you a child?" he asked, his voice low and level.
"Fuck off!"
"Y/n." He stepped into your personal space, reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, but you swatted his hand away violently.
"Get away! Go!" You began a frantic assault of palms against his chest, your hands drumming a rhythm of frustration against his firm muscles. He let you vent for a heartbeat before his hand shot out, capturing both of your wrists in a single, unbreakable grip. He let out a long, weary sigh.
"I am sorry," he murmured, his eyes searching yours. "I should have been at the event I was wrong, and Iâm sorry."
You glared up at him, your chest heaving. "An apology doesn't fix it! You didn't call me all day! And then you had the audacity to block my cards!"
A ghost of a smirk played on Jiminâs lips. "I unlocked them this morning, love."
Your anger faltered for a fraction of a second. "You did?"
"Yes." He released your wrists, his thumb grazing your pulse point before he stepped back.
You quickly recovered, crossing your arms and pouting. "Iâm not melting. Not a chance. Go away."
You sank onto the edge of the bed, staring at the wall. Jimin followed, but instead of sitting beside you, he dropped to his knees on the floor. His hand found your thigh, his thumb tracing slow, hypnotic circles against the fabric of your skirt.
"I'm sorry, baby. Truly," he pleaded.
He looked up at you, his sharp, intimidating features softening into an expression of pure, unadulterated devotion. It was the puppy eyesâthe one weapon in his arsenal you hadn't built a defense for. No one in the outside world would believe that the ruthless Park Jimin was currently on his knees, begging for his wifeâs forgiveness.
You felt your throat go dry. "Fuck off," you whispered, though the bite was gone from your voice.
Jiminâs eyes darkened, the "uppy facade vanishing to reveal the predator beneath. "You want the exact opposite of that, don't you?"
He leaned forward, his lips pressing a lingering, searing kiss to the sensitive skin of your knee. You gasped softly as he began to pepper your thighs with slow, deliberate kisses, his gaze never leaving yours. Slowly, almost traitorously, your knees began to part for him.
He urged your thighs further apart, his hands sliding up to bunch the fabric of your skirt. Jiminâs breath hitched as he took in the sight of your lace panties, the silk already darkened and clinging to your skin.
"When did you get this wet for me, huh?" he whispered against your skin, his voice a gravelly caress that made you ache.
The friction of his lips against your inner thighs sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core. Your breath hitched, your chest heaving as the last remnants of your anger dissolved into pure, primal need.
"Fuck!" You groaned, your fingers tangling in his soft hair. You didn't just pull him closer; you guided his face directly into the heat radiating from between your legs.
Jimin let out a low, vibrating hum of approval, his mouth pressing firmly against the silk of your panties. He didn't wait. He nipped at the fabric, his tongue swirling over your folds until the damp lace offered no more resistance.
"Ah!" Your head fell back against the pillows, a desperate sound escaping your throat.
"So good," he whispered, his voice a dark rasp against your skin as he finally hooked his thumbs into the waistband and slid the lace down your legs. He didn't waste a second, burying his face in your softness and dragging his tongue over your clit in long, punishing strokes.
The room filled with the sound of your dangerous noisesâthe kind of wrecked, breathless moans that only he could draw out of you. Jimin gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin to hold you steady as he transitioned from teasing licks to deep, rhythmic laps. He pushed his tongue inside you, mimicking the motion of a thrust, while his thumb found your peak and circled it with dizzying speed.
"Jimin... more! Please!" you cried out, your knuckles whitening as you tugged at his hair.
He hummed against you, a vibration that rattled your very bones, and suddenly two fingers were sliding inside, hot and insistent. He began to massage your internal walls, his rhythm relentless.
"Fuck, baby, youâre so tight. Clench for me," he growled.
You obeyed, your muscles spasming around his intrusion. The combination was too muchâthe suction of his mouth on your clit and the friction of his fingers deep inside you. You were a beautiful mess of squirming limbs and broken pleas until the first wave of your climax hit, sending a shudder through your entire frame. You came hard, your release coating his hand, and you could only gasp as he slowly licked every drop of you from his fingers, his eyes never leaving yours.
"Fuck yeah... lick me clean, baby," you panted, your voice thick with honey.
Jiminâs smirk returned, dark and possessive. He delivered a sharp, playful slap against your sensitive skin, making you jump and moan all over again. Before you could catch your breath, he was back at it, his fingers working even faster.
"I can't... it's too much..." you whimpered, trying to pull your thighs together to escape the overwhelming sensation.
"No," he murmured, prying your legs back open and pinning them wide. "Squirt for me, baby. I want to see you lose it."
He intensified the assault, his fingers curling against your G-spot while his thumb hammered against your clit. The tension built until it felt like a physical weight in your chest. You whined, your body arching off the bed as the edge loomed closer.
"Ahh, fuck... J-Jimin!"
"Do it. Give it all to me."
A loud, broken cry tore from your lungs as a gush of liquid erupted from you. Jimin didn't flinch; he watched with hooded, hungry eyes as you clenched and pulsed, his tongue catching the liquid as it fell. You were shaking now, your legs trembling uncontrollably from the sheer force of it.
Finally, he pulled back. He took the two fingers that had been deep inside you and slid them into his own mouth, sucking them clean with a slow, deliberate sensuality that made your heart race for an entirely different reason.
"I am sorry," he said again, his voice dropping to that soft, melodic tone that always won you over.
You couldn't help the small, triumphant smile that tugged at your lips. Reaching out, you grabbed him by the collar and hauled him upward. He hovered over you, his weight a welcome pressure, and as his lips met yours.
his future spouseâs personality overall is represented by the lion spirit. his future spouse is someone who is very patient with a regal energy. a very just and brave individual. people with a lion spirit personality are known for their strength and gentleness. while they have no problem asserting themself when the situation requires it, they donât feel the need to constantly prove themselves to anyone. they are someone who can face any obstacle and overcome it with their own personal strength. their personality is very magnetic. i feel like they're the type to naturally attract the spotlight wherever they go. their energy is also very harmonious and classy, and they seem to lead their life with a certain sense of integrity and honour. they might have their aggressive moments and come off too fierce at times, but they are normally in a very relaxed/laid back energy. their presence alone naturally demands respect. they're very attractive personality-wise. someone who defends their own (or others) freedom. from time to time, their wild side comes out. however, they can also be very silent and therefore come off a bit mysterious. they know their place, and might be a little prideful and it shows in the way they communicate too. they have a natural knack for leadership and their way of communicating is a bit commanding. they're the type of person who is always ready for trouble but they're not actively seeking it out. in general, honour and respect are important to them. they might also be a little cunning, very protective of themselves.
furthermore, they have a kind heart and are willing to stand up for what they believe in. they would go as far as to sacrifice themselves to save everyone they love. a bit chivalrous, and quite affectionate. they enjoy meaningful connections and gifts. they might have their moody and/or jealous moments. and are definitely more of a âheart over mindâ person. quite charming and romantic. though, they might have a habit of bottling up their feelings or experiencing the feeling of âblocked emotionsâ or emptiness in their darker times. they might be prone to giving more than they receive especially with loved ones which leaves them exhausted. they might have closed their heart a little more in the recent years because of âbadâ experiences in their (love) life... not reaching out to others anymore like they did in the past.
overall, they are like a fiery powerhouse. their rage can be destructive but their blessings are just as powerful. creative but also a little bit of chaotic force of explosion. usually optimistic, confident and passionate and also independent. they have strong emotions, and their jealousy is surely no joke. the tupe of person you shouldn't mess with.
however, they themselves might actually feel very restricted and powerless in their life - but these feelings are (mostly) just in their head and self-imposed. they need to be more honest to themselfs and more open to change. they might at times isolate themself, worrying or stressing themself out - being alone, so that no one sees their âweak sideâ. failure and betrayal are things that hit them really hard. itâs like they donât show it to the outside world (because of their pride) but those things bring them to their knees - feeling like hitting rock bottom. they might have experienced such moments (betrayal, backstabbing etc) too often and it left a big scare on their heart.
they are definitely the type that likes socialising and celebrating stuff or partying with their loved ones/friends. they cherish all kinds of connections with their friends, family, and partners. they like to just take some time out and go on vacation with someone they love and just enjoy the time, not worrying about anything, embracing each other fully and just cherishing blissful moments.
in addition, they can be very objective, fair and honest. working hard to bring balance into their life. very aware of the cause and effect of anything. they have learned to set up their healthy boundaries but at this time, the wall theyâve built might be a little too high. they value justice and equality and harmony. they are smart too!
they donât trust people easily and their privacy is very important to them. they can do anything for love. the ride-or-die type of person. they might have some tendencies/habits that are a little toxic and not really healthy for them. i'm also getting that they're someone who grieves a lot, having gone through many heartbreaks. they know real sadness. however, they still try to approach life with an optimistic and a little innocent attitude. you sometimes catch them being full of energy, boundless and carefree. they always follow their heart passionately and have faith in the universe to provide. sometimes - especially in past love matters - they might have been a bit naive/ blinded by love.
okay... so, again, i'm getting the theme of having to surrender unwillingly in the past and/or experiencing betrayal maybe even bullying/very toxic relationships or even vi*olence... :( and even after having to go through all this.. they still became this powerful and compassionate person who works hard to create something stable for their loved ones. for now, they might even be someone people look up to (if not now, then in the future!). very down-to-earth and caring âĄ
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for their big six placements, i'm getting most likely strong air energy (especially aquarius, perhaps with some gemini/libra too) paired with water placements (scorpio/pisces) and a bit earth energy (capricorn/virgo/taurus) some a little leo/aries placements perhaps too. mars, mercury, venus, and pluto might be enhanced in their chart. their chart is probably more air dominant overall.
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they appear quite humble and loyal. they might also come off a bit persistent and stubborn but also friendly, helpful and trustworthy. puppy vibes. they might come off a little detached though, like they're in their own world and are easily led by temptation. a daydreamer-look / they seem absent-minded or like their eyes donât really focus. maybe they have big droopy/puppy eyes. they might also look a little heart-broken (?), withdrawn and mysterious, not really trusting anyone but also giving off stable and earthy vibes - grounded/dependable/reliable. they themselves are very supportive of others but might look a little stuck-up and stubborn. something about their presence seem fully awakened and alive. if you fight with them youâll probably lose to them - at least thatâs how they look - undefeatable. they give off independent/free-spirited vibes like the horse archetype. you might see that they are someone who follows a routine and practices their skills, work out etc. their body is probably pretty toned! they might seem like someone who has good physical stamina and mental focus. they seem like they can achieve anything they set their mind to - someone who never gives up. they act like a force - constantly expanding energy.
they might have a sturdy appearance - probably more squarish/broad shoulders, stocky built, tall looking but their real height is probably more average. slim looking - maybe inverted triangle body type, very flexible, might seem like a dancer. a bit of sexy vibes - they are quite charismatic. again, they appear athletic and fit - strong body. they might be quick on their feet and slender.
their naturally hair might be darker, chestnut (color) hair might be possible. they could have medium/tanned skin - most likely olive skin tone. their appearance is overall soft. they might have round dark (perhaps brown) doll-like eyes and dark eyebrows. again, their hair might be brownish/black and it might be medium to long in length. their upper lip could be bigger than the lower lip - probably more full lips. their ears and their face might be a bit elongated with high cheekbones and a soft jawline. they might have hooded eyes, too! their eyes are probably overall very prominent in their faces, and their hair very pretty! they sometimes could give off vibes of âi donât careâ and might rub people the wrong way. they also might look 'foreign' or look like they're from a different culture in some way. interactions with them might start off rocky - they donât like being put down and they treat everyone equally or maybe they treat others the same way they get treated, they donât like power imbalance in social interactions.
they are generally quite attractive to others and they always seek connection with others (especially with people that are quite the opposite). but at the same time, they seem very privat as well. you can see that theyâve been hurt before. when things get uncomfortable they are the ones that probably run away just because they donât wanna be hurt again - so they often act hot/cold. surely sad eyes. also, successful vibes (not necessarily their clothing style more so their aura). they are very mature and have lots of self-disciplines. their smile is quite unique and very pretty when they smile with their teeth (but i feel like they donât smile that often). they might also come off as a workaholic or too focused on their work and finance. overall, they might seem a little conservative/traditional or just too often focused on social approval - funnily enough because personality-wise they're not like this at all. they might give off grumpy vibes at times. they could have bangs too!
they dress well and overall seem elegant. but their style could be a little edgy and a little seductive too. i'm also getting that they like wearing belts and headbands or like scarfs as headband. and they might like flowy dresses or skirts in bold colors (red, yellow or with patters etc) and maybe traditional clothing (like from their culture).đ€
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Can you please do how is lee know in bed and what are his kinks? Thank you~
Lee Know is a freak in the sheets BUT he is very, very, very, very serious about who to choose to sleep with. There ain't no way, he is casually sleeping around for fun. If you get to share the bedroom with him, know it's intentional and meaningful. If he has his mind set on you there is no way you're getting out of this alive (lmao) Probably already had a big crush on you for a while, secretly mapping out your future together in his head.
Lee Know is the serious type when it comes to romance and relationships. Not everyone gets to experience the version he is hiding behind his mask & not everyone will be allowed into his personal space. Again, he is very serious about who he lets in.
Lee Know needs mental and visual stimulation to get going. So expect sinister level teasing, constantly touching you and staring you down until the tension between you two is unbearable. You will feel his seriousness deep in your bones. His looks give him away.
He has a tendency to be very possessive inside and outside of the bedroom. He's seen you laughing a little bit too much talking with a male friend of his, for his liking? Your ass will be whipped in bed until you can't sit on it anymore. As I have mentioned in a different post, he gets turned on by a visually pleasing environment. Wear you favourite dress, the one you saved for special occasions, because I can guarantee you, THIS IS THE SPECIAL OCCASION YOU HAVE WAITED FOR.
Tease him, poke him, make dirty-minded remarks here and there and you'll hit the right spot in his brain. Continue this evil-ish fun vibe in the bedroom and watch him go feral. His eyes will turn even darker out of lust. Spanking you, choking you, making you beg for his touch. He is the freaky devil in disguise. You cannot convince me otherwise. Having fun and feeling pain occasionally is the perfect balance for Lee Know. He has strong dom tendencies, but would never hurt you on purpose. After all, you are all he wants.
hi can you do a reading on bts jimin as a boyfriend and husband?
hi! i love bts! lets get into it!
BTS Jimin as a Boyfriend/Husband:
As a Boyfriend:
Dice: 3rd House, Cancer, Moon
Tarot: Seven of Wands, Temperance Reversed, Ten of Wands, The Hierophant, Nine of Cups Reversed, The Moons, The Lover
I see that Jimin is the type of boyfriend that is very loving and nurturing. His dice tell me he's very in tune with his partner's emotions and loves to regularly communicate with them. He could be attracted to people who are close to home, or someone who shares traits that are similar to what he grew up around. He's a nurturing person, maybe he has cancer placements. Or he's attracted to people who have cancer energy. However, i think he might be the type to hide things from his partner. Im not getting anything negative here, but he's the type to want to keep the peace at all costs and this can cause him to bottle up his emotions in an unhealthy way. He seems to already have many burdens outside of his relationships and this affects how hes able to express himself within them. He's very unbalanced in many ways. Right now i keep hearing the lyrics: " I could use a break... Sit around and wait... better days, better days". I don't know that song tbh, but its buzzing in my ear atm. Maybe he constantly feels overwhelmed and has to shoulder many burdens. I think this can lead him to lash out at his partner if he's not able to unload these feelings properly. He wants to keep a facade of perfection around his partner (the moon is illusions, hidden things as well) but this is impossible to achieve for anyone so it often crumbles apart in his hands, leaving him heartbroken. This obsession with maintaining an impeccable image for everyone around him takes a lot of work and energy, and he's often left depleted (aww). He's not a bad person at all! in fact he's extremely relationship oriented, but if he feels unbalanced and insecure in himself its difficult for him to navigate them. He may also prefer traditional dynamics and likes to be in a masculine role, I sense he likes his partner to rely on him but he doesnt want to rely upon others! He sort of longs to prove himself as a man in a very orthodox way, to the point its a bit much and not needed. Due to this, he may try to quash down his naturally "feminine" traits to the point it's harmful for him and others around him as it is ideal to have both energies within oneself. With so much moon energy he's very succeptible to absorbing the energies of his environment, thus leading to more inbalance in him.
As a Husband:
Dice: 9th House, Jupiter, Sagittarius
Tarot: Queen of Swords Reversed, Queen of Wands, The Tower Reversed, Five of Swords Reversed, The Empress, Eight of Coins, Ten of Coins
Okay, for him as a husband, I see he's a lot more in tune with himself. In fact, that whole vibe of keeping his emotions hidden dissolves away. I think marriage gives him the role he really longs for. He looovess being a husband, it comes so easy to him. Jupiter traditionally rules the husband in astrology, and the 9th house can also talk about marriage. I think that although he tends to like people close to home, he might be feel comfortable by marrying outside his culture. Again, I feel he really feels comfortable in these traditional dynamics, so having the role of "husband" allows him the space to be himself. Even if being himself is not necessarily traditional either! He likes the nominative role marriage gives him, its almost like now that he is fulfilling a specific role in society people are less likely to judge or question his presentation. I think hes experienced a lot of people assume things about his gender expression, and he doesnt like to live by other peoples expectations, but he also realizes that society judges him anyway. Being a husband affords him some "protection" from the judging gaze of society. Its sort of like "look! im doing what is "normal", so leave me and my spouse alone!!" i really do get the feeling he's been judged very harshly, especially at a young age (If he marries into a different culture, he'd feel a lot relief from this) He internalized all of these feelings within, which led him to that whole cycle of trying to bottle things up to keep the peace and not rock the boat too much. But in a marriage, especially with a spouse who he feels a very intense sense of comfort with, he feels free to express who he is. Hes able to intergrate the two sides of his personality and be free, hes also more open with his words hehe to the point people might perceive him as being harsh towards his partner. It truly comes down to him being able to express all the things he bottles up, so he lets it all out! He loves family life, and loves to work and work to support a family. I think he enjoys seeing his spouse/family enjoy the fruits of his labor. He also likes a fiery type of person, because he's also like that in many ways. With the empress, there is the sense he does want to start a family at some point, though i dont feel a rush to do so. He's down if and when his spouse is down. He's also willing to work on keeping the romance, intimacy, and fire of a relationship going at all times, he doesnt like stangancy in that way. so sweet hehe
⥠Summary: Jimin, your best friend of many years, loves you with his entire being. One night when your boyfriend decides to act up again, he makes it his mission to show you why you should be with him instead.
⥠Pairing: best friend!jimin x reader
⥠Genre: best friends to lovers, angsty with fluffy smut
⥠Rating: 18+
⥠Word Count: 14.6 k
⥠Warning/Tags: explicit language, cheating, explicit sexual contentÂ
⥠A/N: Arirang and Jimin in the Hooligan music video have awoken something feral in me :))
*Disclaimer: All characters and events portrayed in my works are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons or events is purely coincidental.*
Your arms wrap tighter around yourself as another heavy gust of wind breezes by. Effortlessly, it sweeps a discarded plastic fast food wrapper further down the street, away from where youâre standing. Your fingers brush against the numberless goosebumps blossoming on your bare arms. The ends of your hair tickle your skin as it moves with the invisible force, grazing your shoulders and back.Â
 Your chin trembles. Though not as vigorously as before, as now itâs only because of the chilled air and not anymore from your tears. Tears that dried with the wind on your cheeks, leaving behind messy streaks of mixed makeup that you spent over an hour perfecting. You canât wait to wash your face clean.
Numerous cars speed past, music blaring through the open windows, their horns beeping. Across the street, a group of intoxicated girls around your age surrounds a stray cat, cooing and giggling as they snap countless photos, stumbling over themselves but never falling. Nearby on a short brick wall, a couple sits cuddled together, enjoying each otherâs company over a shared ice cream cone. The street is littered with people all around, yet you donât hear anything, just static filling your earsÂ
The restless thoughts crowding your mind drown out the sounds of the bustling street around you.Â
How could such a perfect night have gone so terribly wrong?
How could he do this to you?Â
How dare he do this to you, again?
Before your mind could spiral any further into a pit of distress, your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of an approaching car. The hum of the tires sounded so close you couldn't ignore it. When you lift your head to see, the relief of familiarity washes over you.Â
An all-black BMW, your best friendâs car, luxurious and sleek, parks in front of you, the passenger-side door only an arm's length away. You sniffle as you release yourself to readjust the strap of your bag over your shoulder. The moment the car is in park, Jimin jumps out, leaving the door open behind him and you exhale a breath you hadnât even realized youâd been holding in.Â
You donât know what you were so worried about, maybe because it was well into the late hours of the night and so abrupt. But Jimin always came when you called. He was always there when you needed him, no matter what.
Jiminâs eyebrows were pinched in concern, a frown present on his puffy lips. His strides were swift as he paced over to you, dense blonde hair bouncing in the wind.
 You hated seeing him so upset. More than that, you hated being the cause, which you seemed to have been a lot lately.
He didnât say anything as he approached. Instead, he grabbed the black leather jacket draped over his arm to wrap around your bare shoulders. His scent engulfed you, warm vanilla with a hint of bourbon; it settled your restless nerves. You welcomed the warmth, clutching the shoulders to secure its place over you.
With a gentle guiding hand on your lower back, he leads you over to his car, opening the passenger door for you. Still with no words exchanged between you two, you slide onto the plush, leather seat. The swift movement makes your dress ride up, and you miss the way Jiminâs eyes lock in on the exposed skin of your thighs. As quickly as it comes, he erases the thoughts with a slight shake of his head.Â
 As he reaches over you to fasten your seatbelt, you toe off your high heels, strappy black stilettos, pushing them aside to make space on the floor for your aching feet. When the seatbelt clicks, signaling that youâre safely secured, you thank him barely above a whisper, him giving you a closed-lip smile in return. Once Jimin was settled in the driverâs seat, seatbelt buckled, and hands positioned at nine and three oâclock, he turns to you.Â
âMy place?â He asks, though he already knows the answer. You nod your agreement.Â
Typically on nights like these, your best friend coming to your rescue; the car ride to his house was anything but serene. There was so much to sayâtoo much to say. Jimin wanted to know everything, firing off questions so quick your mind could hardly formulate proper answers. And you were just as eager to spill, sparing him no specifics as you filled him in on all the infidelity details your sorry boyfriend never failed to supply.Â
Not this time, though.Â
The silence in the car was deafening, thick and heavy. Jimin apparently has nothing to say, and well after the night you just had, neither did you. The only noise in the car was the quiet hum of the vents, steadily blowing warm air. Shortly into the drive, you took the liberty to turn the heat on.Â
 None of that bothers you, though. What bothers you is that your best friend seemsâŠmildly irritated. He didnât even need to say anything for you to figure it out; it was practically oozing from him.
His eyes are narrowed, zeroed in on the road, not in a focused way, more like in an "I canât even look at you right nowâ way. His posture is stiff, too perfect, as his back presses firmly against his seat. His lips are pressed into a firm line, neither a frown nor a smile.
You canât understand it. Whatâs there for him to be irritated about? You were the one who just caught your boyfriend cheating again. Was he upset that you called him to come pick you up? If thatâs the case, he shouldâve left you right there. You are more than capable of getting yourself a ride. Youâre well versed in getting Ubers, and youâve ridden the bus from time to time. Enough to know how to get home.
Fed up with the seeming silent treatment, you finally speak. âYouâre not going to ask me what happened?âÂ
Did you mean for it to come out as bitter as it did? Maybe, maybe not. But youâre already on edge, and his lack of interest was getting on your last nerve.
There was a pregnant pause as Jimin came to a stoplight, fist tightening on the steering wheel. With a clenched jaw, his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek. A telltale sign that something was bothering him. Youâre almost unsure if itâs the traffic light that tints his face red or his sheer frustration.
âDo I really need to?â The bite in his words matches yours. He turns to face you full on, the most attention heâs given you the entire ride. With his tone firm and low, he snaps, âHow is this time any different from the last? Or even the one before that?â
 Rather than giving him an answer, you swallow the lump in your throat, turning your body away from him to gaze out of the window. The last thing you need is to be reprimanded by your best friend. Especially considering itâs nothing you have not heard before. He should be comforting you, threatening to drive over to Theoâs right now and kick his sorry ass. Of course you would never allow that to happen. You would never want anything bad to happen to your best friend or your shitty boyfriend, but still the sentiment was nice.
You hear Jimin sigh, but he doesnât say anything else, instead continuing the drive when the light turns green.Â
Before long, you make it to Jiminâs neighborhood. With practiced ease, he navigates the familiar streets. Right at the first turn at the stop sign and continuing straight until he reaches the second-to-last house on the left.
Jimin pulls into his driveway, putting his car in park before shutting it off. For a moment neither of you says anything. Jimin exhales and lets his head fall onto the headrest. You can feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of your face, but you donât dare to give him the eye contact heâs seeking. Your petty mind determines that he needs to feel how upset you are with him.Â
When he calls your name, you roll your eyes, folding your arms over your chest.Â
âI didnât mean to hurt your feelings earlâ"
âYou didnât hurt my feelings,â you lie right through your teeth, barely able to keep the tears collecting on your waterline at bay. Internally you thank the heavens above your voice didnât tremble, a dead giveaway to your emotional despair.
For a moment your best friend does nothing. Then with not a word more to say, he pulls the key from the ignition and opens his car door.Â
Shielded away from his eyes, you quickly wipe away the tears sliding down the corners of yours. Feeling pulled together enough, you take a moment to gather your purse and heels from the floor. Though, you don't bother to put your shoes back on. The distance from Jiminâs driveway to his front door is short anyway.Â
Naturally, Jimin comes to open the car door for you. You shiver, greeted again by the cold air. As you exit the vehicle, you make no effort to thank him, swinging the strap of your purse back over your shoulder. From behind, you hear a sassy grumble of "You're welcome," that you choose to ignore.Â
The walk from Jiminâs car to his front door feels like an eternity. From the wind blowing your hair into a tangled mess, the pebbles and rough gravel digging into the soles of your feet to the suffocating tension between you and your best friend, which you still couldnât really understand. All you wanted to do was take a hot shower and turn your brain off for the rest of the night under a massive pile of blankets.
Jimin pulls out his key to unlock the door, and now itâs your turn to ignore the way his sharp jaw ticks. When the front door opens, the heat from inside surrounds you, comforting you like a warm hug. You learned early on that your best friend loved to be just as toasty as you, always keeping a spare jacket or blanket around if or whenever it got too chilly. Another reason youâve been friends for so long. You make a mental note to thank him later for turning the heat on when you're not as irritated with him.Â
Your heels drop to the hardwood with a dull smack, joining a few pairs of Jiminâs piled on the floor. Your purse follows behind, on the ottoman next to the door, covered with other jackets, scarves, and things alike. Your best friend comes up beside you, discarding his own jacket and shoes.
You take notice of the comfy scene in front of you. On the couch, Jiminâs favorite blanket lies in a messy heap, like someone tossed it away in a hurry. Before the couch, a half-eaten bowl of popcorn sits in the middle of the glass coffee table, an opened can of soda beside it. In the background, the murmured chaos of an abandoned action movie, gunshots, explosions, some screaming, and then more gunshots emits from the television speakers.
The guilt that washes over you overtakes any of the irritation you felt earlier with Jimin. Once again, your tumultuous relationship has not only caused problems for you but also for the people around you.
 Of course he was upset. He had a right to be. If the roles were reversed, youâd probably be a little upset too. Lord knows how much you valued your couch potato time.
âIâm going to go wash up,â you mutter, your tone not nearly as snappy as it was before, and you donât wait for his response as you make your way down the hall towards his bedroom.Â
You close the door behind you with a heavy sigh, twisting the lever on the knob into its locked position. Guarded away from the outside, you take a moment to finally breath. Since all this shitâs transpired, you feel like youâve been fighting for breath.
You squeeze your eyes shut and lean back. Your head thuds when it makes contact with the door behind you. In through your nose and out through your mouth. You repeat the mantra in your brain over and over. When you feel like youâve finally caught your breath, your brain switches to autopilot. Youâve performed this exact routine far too many times.Â
You reach behind yourself to tug down the zipper of your attire, a black mini dress you bought at a cute little boutique for this very date night. The piece drops, pooling at your feet. Usually youâd ask Jimin to help with the zipper, but youâre not quite ready to face him yet, and youâre sure he does not want to talk to you. Next to go are your bra and panties. The matching lace set joins your dress in the laundry hamper, which Jimin will wash for you after youâve fallen asleep for the night like he always does.
Inside the closet in his bathroom, you grab a spare towel and washcloth stacked neatly on a shelf. You set it aside on the sink to turn on the shower, twisting the temperature dial to the hottest setting. You love showering at Jimin's; the water at home was never scalding enough for you, and the water pressure was never enough to soothe your aching muscles. Plus, his bathroom was stacked to the brim with the best of the best skincare products. You wouldnât dare catch sight of the cheap drugstore stuff you tend to reach for in here.
As the water warms up, the bathroom fills with misty steam. From the cabinet drawer, you grab a packet of nearly empty makeup remover wipes. You donât need to look in the mirror to know that you look a mess. Although you couldnât even if you wanted to, the glass is all fogged up.Â
Gently, you drag the wipe all over your face, making sure to reach every nook and cranny until your skin feels, for the most part, clean. You toss the wipe, soiled with pinks, brown, black, and a bit of shimmer, into the wastebin underneath the sink.
Now youâre ready to shower.
You eagerly welcome the hot water as it cascades over you, soaking every inch of your tired body. You take a moment to enjoy the feel of the water droplets raining over your skin. However, before long the steam from the shower begins to feel suffocating, and before you know it, your eyes are brimming with tears.Â
With every water droplet that pelts your skin, the weight of tonight feels heavier and heavier untilâ
It finally breaks you.
You curl into yourself as your body is wracked by uncontrollable sobs. Instinctively, your hands come up to cover your face, slapping over your mouth, even though youâre alone in the bathroom. It feels like youâre choking on your own breath. Throat and chest burning with how hard you try to keep your sobs in.
 You need to get out of this bathroom quick.
Vision blurred from tears, you reach for your washcloth and then Jimin's body wash. You then drench the square cloth with a generous amount of soap, the scent of lavender filling the small space. Youâre practically panting now. Every gasping breath triggers a new wave of tears. You press your lips together firmly until it hurts. You're known to be a loud crier, and you donât want to alarm Jimin.Â
Through it all, you scrub yourself clean, rinse, and do it again. But the icky feeling never goes away. In fact, it settles deep in the pit of your stomach and makes its home there. Weightless, you drop to the tile floor below, one hand clutching your stomach and the other over your chest right where your heart is, and you let yourself cry.
You cry until your throat is sore and until your eyes are bloodshot red. Until your wails have subsided into pathetic shuddering breaths that make your chest jerk. You cry until you canât physically cry anymore. Until all thatâs left is a soggy, heartbroken human on the wet shower floor.
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Like a zombie, you emerge from Jiminâs bedroom slowly and in desperate need of some fuel. The living room is quiet and dark when you step in. Your best friend sits with his back pressed against the couchâs arm, scrolling aimlessly on his phone. Awaiting on the television screen is the play menu for Shark Tale, your comfort movie. Two mugs of warm tea replace the popcorn and soda on the coffee table. Instantly you recognize the one on the right as yours. Jimin found it at a thrift shop years ago early into your friendship. He bought it because he said the bunny on the front reminded him of you. Eyes twinkling and cheeks round, as it sat in a patch of unruly wildflowers. You rolled your eyes playfully when he showed it to you, insisting that he keep it at his house, since you were there more than you were home anyway.Â
The dragging of your footsteps alerts your best friend. He looks up from his phone, gaze sleepy as his eyes settle on you. You did your best to hide the evidence of your breakdown with what limited supplies you had. Though there was nothing you could do for your bloodshot eyes and splotchy skin. If Jimin notices your disheveled appearance, he doesnât say anything.
Jimin sets his phone on the coffee table, patting the open spot on the couch next to him with a small smile. You join him without a second thought.
The sofa moans with your movement as you settle onto the plush cushion, grabbing the throw blanket to cover your chilly legs. Jiminâs basketball shorts didnât offer you much coverage. You would think that after spending so many nights here, there would be something of yours to sleep in.Â
Nonetheless, all you were privy to were a pair of too-short gym shorts and a shabby university t-shirt. You did find, however, in Jiminâs underwear drawer, a pair of your panties neatly folded and tucked in a corner. You were thankful for that.Â
When you seem comfortable enough, Jimin uses the remote to press play. The small living room area was then filled with the sound of Shark Taleâs opening scene.
The two of you watch the movie as it plays, sipping your respective mugs of tea. Itâs not nearly as tense as it was earlier, but it was still a little awkward.Â
The warm beverage alleviates some of the soreness in your throat. When you're sated and cozy enough, you set the cup back in its previous place. Beside you, Jimin clears his throat. From the corner of your eye, you can see him glance at you, the TV screen, and then back at you again. You pretend to not notice him, trying your hardest to focus on the scene of Oscar being manhandled by the twin jellyfish brothers, Ernie and Bernie.Â
 Another minute passes before Jimin finally decides to break the silence. His voice is steady and cautious when he turns to you and asks, âSo⊠what did happen tonight? With Theo?â
Eyes still trained on the screen, you fiddle with the seam of the t-shirt youâre wearing, Jiminâs t-shirt. You pinch the thin fabric, flicking it back and forth between your fingers. Soon Jimin is going to have to throw this old thing out. Not only was it sporting several sizable holes, but there were loose threads everywhere.
You shrug when you say, âI thought you didnât want to know.âÂ
Jiminâs exhale is loud, but his tone is still calm. âThatâs not what I said, and you know it. I asked what made this time different. I feel like thatâs a fair question.â Youâll give it to him; your best friend is and always has been blunt.Â
With no rebuttal, you grab your mug from the table, yet you donât take another sip from it. Instead, you rotate the ceramic in your hands, watching the liquid slosh all around.Â
âHe cheated on me again.â The way you say it so plainly is almost startling.Â
Sadly, Jiminâs demeanor doesnât change. That part heâs used to. He leans forward, as if to ask for further details without actually uttering a single word.
âHe didn't confess it to me this time; I found out.âÂ
Theo was nothing if not an excellent victim player. Since the beginning of your relationship, he could never keep any of his rendezvous to himself. Before you could even begin to suspect anything, heâd be spilling his guts to you, sparing the explicit details. Heâd cry like a baby, falling to his knees begging for your forgiveness, and by the end of it all, somehow you were the one with the heavy heart, apologizing for your shortcomings.Â
Eyes downcast, you swallow down the lump forming in your throat. If you werenât so focused on the dark-colored liquid in your mug, you would see the way Jimin freezes, his face morphing into pure disgust.Â
âWell,â you correct yourself, your voice going a little shaky, âI snatched his phone before he could delete anything. But yeah, I found the messages. All of them.âÂ
Against you will, your mind travels back to earlier in the night.Â
Your boyfriend had invited you out to dinner, a way to make it up to you for standing you up a few nights ago. There was this new restaurant in town that youâd been begging him to go to. But each time youâd ask, he would always decline, claiming that it was too expensive even though you were usually the one who paid for your meals. Thatâs why when he told you your dinner would be at this restaurant, you were overjoyed.Â
In the beginning, the dinner went wonderfully. The ambiance was romantic, live music playing in the background and a lit candle separating you two on the table. You hadnât argued at all leading up to the dinner. Not when you took a little longer to get ready, not when you put the restaurantâs address into the GPS wrong (507, not 501), and not even when you couldnât decide what you wanted to eat.Â
Everything was perfect, until it wasnât.Â
You see, your boyfriend was not the sharpest tool in the shed. Like an idiot, he left his phone faced down on the table, and throughout the night it rang and rang with incoming calls, messages, and youâre pretty sure emails. This wasnât uncommon. Your boyfriend works a taxing job. His phone was always going off as he needed to be available whenever. In fact, you wouldnât have suspected a thing if it werenât for the guilty looks heâd send your way every time the device sounded with a new message.Â
You grew fed up with his suspicious actions and snatched the phone from the table. He tries to reach for it but backs off when he gathers the attention of a couple of onlookers.Â
The contact name on the phone screen is visible, Jerryâs Pizza, but the message was hidden behind a passcode.Â
You tongue the inside of your bottom lip, fury clouding your mind. âWhy the fuck is Jerryâs Pizza texting you at,â you look towards the clock at the top of the screen. âNine p.m.?â
He huffs like he has the nerve to be upset. âIt's probably just some promo stuff.âÂ
This man must think youâre stupid. âWhatâs the passcode, Theo?â
Your boyfriend drops his fork, and the metal utensil clashes onto the porcelain. He leans back in his chair with a smug look on his face. âAre we seriously doing this right?âÂ
You swallow, teeth clenched when you hiss, âUnlock it.â
âGod _____, seriously. Weâre having a good night; donât let your insecurities ruin it.â
âUnlock the fucking phone now, or weâre done!â
When he finally does give you the passcode, youâre disappointed but not surprised. You scuff and shake your head as you read the many messages from one of the many girls heâs been hooking up with. "Unfuckingbelievable."
Fresh tears sting your eyes. âGod, Jimin. They were so fucking filthy. IâŠI didnât even know," you stop yourself, shaking your head. âIâve never heard him say things like that before.â
The look on Jiminâs face portrays exactly what he feels for you. He scoots closer to grab the mug from your shaky hands, setting it on the coffee table. Hands now free, he interlocks his fingers with yours as you continue.
That familiar wave of emotion bubbles up inside, just as furious as before. You can barely speak now, choking on your own words when you say, âTh-they were t-talking about me in themâ" you end in a hitched breath.Â
Jimin pulls you into him as you succumb again to your tears. He engulfs you with his embrace, shushing your cries and petting your hair. âShh, shh. Itâs okay, itâs okay. You donât have to say anymore.â Your best friend rocks you both back and forth, calming you with words of comfort.
He holds you as you cry, soaking the front of his shirt with your pain. He doesnât say anything, letting you release it all. You calm down after a while and separate from him.Â
Jimin leans towards you and cups your cheeks in his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumbs. In turn, you grab his wrists, seeking his comfort and closeness. âGod _____," he shakes his head, face full of nothing but sorrow. âHoney, Iâm so sorry.âÂ
Itâs your turn to shake your head now. âNot, not your fault,â you hiccup as you try to catch your breath.Â
Jimin calls your name once, and then again. When you finally open your eyes, his are pleading with yours. Briefly, your heart stutters.Â
His palms cup your cheeks. âListen to me. Theo is a fucking idiot. He does not deserve you. He never did.â When new tears fall, he wipes those away too.Â
Jimin releases a devastating sigh, shaking his head. âI hate that this happened to you.â He swallows thick, and thereâs a hopeful gleam in his eyes. âIâm just relieved youâre finally leaving him.â
His words knock you back into reality. You blink, eyes flickering away from his to stare down at the couch instead. Instinctively, your bottom lip makes its home between your teeth.Â
Jimin frowns, immediately taking note of the hesitation swimming in your features.
 â_____?â he calls, in the exact tone your mother uses when she suspects youâre hiding something from her (sheâs usually right). He leans forward, attempting to regain your eye contact, and you dodge his brown orbs. âYou are leaving him after this, right?âÂ
You don't say anything. You donât have the courage to lie right to his face, or even tell him the truth, for that matter.Â
Jiminâs exhale is long and tired. He then closes his eyes and slowly nods twice. Bitter understanding.Â
The light-haired man leans away from you, removing his hands from your face. Instinctively, you reach out for him, hands hovering in midair, but he makes no effort to appease you.
Jimin drags a hand down his face, and it makes his eyebrow hairs go askew. âPlease tell me that this is some sick joke, that youâre not actually thinking about taking him back after this.âÂ
You press your lips into a firm line. The agitation inside of you is and has been steadily building. It bubbles up and overflows when you say, âEverybody fucks up, Jimin. Some people are just better at hiding it.âÂ
Jimin scuffs as he shakes his head, standing up from the sofa. Running both hands through his hair, he chuckles in disbelief. The hollow, humorless rumble sends a shiver down your spine.
 "Unfuckingbelievable,â he unknowingly echoes the same word you said earlier in the night. âI canât believe youâre making excuses for him. Still!âÂ
You shoot up too, quick and agitated, planting your hands on your hips. âAll relationships have their problems, Jimin! Thatâs just the way it is. When I go home, weâll talk, and Iâll fiâwe'll fix it. We always do.â Thereâs uncertainty in the way you say it. Like youâre trying to convince yourself as well as him.
The sour look heâs giving you right now makes you want to flick his forehead, dead right in the center where that stupid vein is protruding.Â
âGod, I didnât come here for a damn lecture. I wouldâve gone to my parentsâ for all that.â Jimin shrugs at you like he doesnât care, and you know he doesnât. It pisses you off even more.
Anyone who knows Jimin knows that your best friend is a caring man. A kind, gentle soul, as your mother liked to call him. He wouldnât hesitate to give the shirt off his back to his greatest enemy (which he does not have) if they were in need. Thatâs just the type of person your best friend was. The love that Jimin had for you was undeniable. You know heâd do anything for you because heâs proven it to you time and time again. But you learned quickly in your friendship that Jimin tolerates bullshit from no one. He has had no problem with putting anyone in their place, including you. Particularly when it came to your unstable relationship.Â
 Your glare is harsh, words provoking when you spit, "Especially not one coming from you.âÂ
Jiminâs eyebrows shoot so far up, they're nearly hidden by his grown-out bangs. He smirks like heâs ready for a challenge. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
This time, you shrug. âYouâre in no position to be passing judgments on my relationship, considering your track record.â The words tasted just as bitter leaving your mouth as they did hearing them said aloud.Â
Jiminâs expression turns stone cold, but his smirk doesnât waver. âMy track record.â
You donât spare him an opportunity to clapback. If you were judging correctly, you had the upper hand in this argument, and you needed to keep your momentum.Â
âDonât even pretend to be shocked, Mr. âI canât keep a girl longer than a week before Iâm bored and ready to hop on the next available piece of ass.
Jimin doesnât say anything for a moment, and you can see his Adam's apple bobble when he swallows. âItâs like that, huh?â
âOh, itâs exactly like that. Youâre no better than he is."
You shouldâve known you were in trouble when his smirk grew wider. âYou see, thatâs where youâre wrong, _____,â he taunts, wagging his pointer finger at you. It triggers your eye twitch.Â
âI've treated every single booty call better than that man has ever treated you since you started dating.â He points an accusatory finger at you. âUnlike your shitty boyfriend, I know how to properly conduct myself.âÂ
Your jaw is clenched tight, and your eyes are narrowed into furious slits. âBullshit.â
He takes a step closer to you, and your stance is unwavering. âYeah?â
"Yeah, Jimin, thatâs bullshit, and you know it. Iâve seen how you treat those girls. Love them one day, fuck them the next, and then you're done, ready for a new one. It takes a dog to know one, Jimin,â you retort, arms folded over your chest with an eyebrow arched.Â
âDonât even pull that shit with me, _____. I make sure whoever Iâm dealing with knows exactly what theyâre getting into. They knew that being in a relationship was not my end goal. I just wanted to fuck around, and they were fine with that.âÂ
You scuff. âAnd they were fine with you just dropping them for the next, like itâs nothing!?â
Jimin laughs high and loud, though thereâs no humor behind the sound. His eyes are blown wide, both hands in his hair. He looks exactly how you feel, crazy.
âGod _____! What donât you understand? Iâm fucking single; I can do that! Your boyfriend is not! But for some reason he acts like he is!â Jiminâs words are booming, bouncing off the living room walls between you. Pretty soon you think the neighbors will come knocking with the police, and you hope that doesnât happen because the elderly couple next door is very sweet.
The shock on your face had to be laughable. Throughout your entire friendship, Jimin has never raised his voice at you, not once.Â
How dare he yell at you like that? You arenât a child!
 Your mouth flies open, ready to shoot back with something, anything just from the sheer volume of his voice. But just as quickly as your lips fall open, they shut. Jiminâs words settle over you like ice, cooling down your temperament as your brain processes what heâs saying. Â
Thereâs practically smoke coming from Jiminâs ears as he continues. âIâve never kept anyone on edge all day waiting for a simple text to let them know Iâm okay. Nor have I played on their insecurities to better justify my own. Iâve never fucked someone else while I was dealing with another woman, even if we weren't in a committed relationship because Iâm a decent human being.âÂ
Your heart hammers in your chest as you shift your gaze away from his to your sock-clad feet. A silent admittal of defeat, but Jimin doesnât stop.
âI donât make them feel worthless, like they arenât my equal, like Iâm more deserving of respect." He comes in closer, so close that you can feel his breath on your face with every word. âHow dare you even have the audacity to compare me to him? You couldnât count on him to attend his own funeral. But whoâs always there when you need them?âÂ
You donât dare answer.Â
âMe! Iâm there! Every late-night call, every text message, every single time you need me, Iâm always there. Always! Picking up the broken pieces that he leaves behind without a single fuck given.âÂ
With an icy glare, he leans in until the tips of your noses are nearly touching. âIâm not anything like him. Iâll never be.âÂ
You exhale the breath you hadnât even realized youâd been holding as Jimin brushes past you, just barely missing your shoulder. Heâd never hurt you deliberately, no matter how upset with you he is. Though you kind of wish he did. After the unjustified nasty attitude youâve had with him tonight, you kind of wish he would just curse you out a little, throw you a few extra insults, and send you home to your cheating boyfriend. Then perhaps his compassion wouldnât make you feel so sick to your stomach.Â
Maybe thatâs the exact thinking thatâs gotten you into this mess in the first place.Â
What are you supposed to do now?Â
âFuck,â you exhale with your head tossed back.
 At this angle, youâre face to face with the popcorn ceiling. God, you hate popcorn ceilings; they remind you of long, humid summer nights at your grandmaâs unair-conditioned house in the country. Feeding feisty chickens and milking cows for two and a half months straight.
It makes your neck ache, but in this position on the edge of the couch, you ponder. Not just about your argument with Jimin, but everything youâve been through. The disaster of tonight, your entire relationship with Theo, and all the lying, cheating, and sneaking. The heartbreaks he puts you through time and time again. Then finally your friendship with Jimin. Seemingly the only piece of stability in your life for God knows how long.Â
You think about it all until the credits of your abandoned comfort movie start rolling. Begrudgingly, you reach over to grab the t.v. remote, shutting off the device with a simple click of a button. Instantly, darkness engulfs the living room. Briefly, you ponder sleeping right there on the couch, but you know your back would hate you for it, and more importantly, you need to fix this mess with Jimin. You donât want to, but you make the short trek back toward the room at the end of the hall.Â
You stop just before the doorway, peering into the bedroom. The courage you built up suddenly depleted.Â
Moonlight streams in through the cracked blinds, the only source of light, neatly illuminating the room in linear streaks. Jimin sits on the edge of the bed with his head hanging low, drained, between his shoulders, elbows planted firmly on his knees. The long sleeves of his shirt are rolled up now, exposing the veins in his forearms that jump with every clench of his fingers. Youâre not sure how long heâs been sitting like that, but it looks like he hasnât moved in a while.
Through his long bangs, you can see the worn expression on his faceâeyes squeezed shut, nibbling at both lips. Your heart shatters at the sight. For a moment, it feels like heâs the one thatâs just been cheated on, not you.Â
You take in a deep breath as you step into the dark bedroom. The floorboards creak beneath you, alerting Jimin of your presence. His keen sense of hearing. Like a hawk stalking its prey, Jiminâs gaze never falters as he watches, silently calculating your every move. Are you coming as a friend or a foe ready for more?Â
Though uninvited, you settle onto the made bed next to him. You inhale deep through your nose. The faint scent of the lavender shower gel you used earlier still lingers in the air.Â
âIâm sorry,â you start. You wait for a moment, giving Jimin the opportunity to say anything, but he lets you continue. âIâm sorry for the way Iâve been acting towards you.â You shake your head. âFuck, Iâm so sorry, Jimin. You didnât deserve any of it. Iâ" You pause, rapidly blinking away unshed tears. Dammit, youâve already cried so much tonight; you donât feel like another headache.
Jimin grabs your open palm lying between you and gives your hand an encouraging squeeze. It gives you the strength to finish. âI shouldn't have been so snappy with you tonight, especially since you were just trying to help me.â You swallow the lump in your throat. âAnd Iâm genuinely sorry for always dumping my bullshit relationship problems onto you. Itâs not fair. IâI donât know.â
 You shake your head, squeezing Jiminâs hand in return. âI just want you to know that I really, really do appreciate everything that you do for me. I know that I donât show it enough, and I apologize for that.â A lone tear tickles your cheek as it trails down your face, soaking a tiny spot on your t-shirt. You wipe away the wetness with your free hand. âFrom the bottom of my heart, I love you, Jimin, so so much.âÂ
You donât possess a way with words like Jimin does. That silent charm that wraps people in comfort, alleviating any and all of their worries. Your only hope is that Jimin can at least feel what youâre trying to convey.
âI love you too,â he whispers, his voice watery and thick. You donât doubt a single word. âBut thatâs not why Iâm upset.â Your brows knit together in confusion.Â
Jimin looks off to the side, like heâs carefully contemplating what heâs trying to express. âIâm not upset with you for needing me, _____. Iâd never be upset because of that. We lean on each other; we support each other. That's what makes us a team. There have been plenty of times when youâve been there for me too. Itâs what we do.âÂ
You shake your head. âI donât...â
Jimin sighs, clenching his pants at the knee. What he wants to say sits at the tip of his tongue. His tone is firm when he declares, âTheo does not deserve you.â
You close your eyes as you nod your agreement. âI know that, Jimin.â
âBut do you though? Seriously, _____. I donât think you do.âÂ
"I do, Jimin. I know, I really do. I'mâ"
 âCanât you see that my heart is broken for you?"Â
Any excuse you had ready for him dies right there in your throat. You blink your eyes open, and when you look at him, really look at him, itâs all you can see.
 Itâs written in the way his shoulders slump with defeat. The way he fiddles with his fingers clasping and unclasping his hands. Itâs in the way his chocolatey brown eyes, usually warm and inviting, are downcast and wet with unshed tears. In fact, you can barely keep his gaze because the emotion there is so intense.Â
 âThroughout your entire relationship, Iâve watched you be there for him, constantly giving him your all until there is nothing left. And at the end of the day, what does he leave you with?â Â
Your best friend doesnât wait for you to answer.
Jimin scuffs, dark espresso eyes shiny with tears. âAgony. Insecurities that eat at you every day _____.â He clutches his shirt, right where his heart is. âIt devastates me.â
Fuck, how could you have been so blind? So wrapped up in your own problems that you failed to notice how it was affecting Jimin. He has always felt so deeply. Of course, when youâre hurt, he hurts too.Â
âWhy do you love him?âÂ
Like a fish out of water, your mouth opens and shuts, only able to produce stuttering breaths.Â
The next question that comes from him is barely above a whisper. âWhy canât you leave him?â
"Becauseâ" The word rushes out of you quicker than your mind could process it. Your eyes bulge as you slap your hands over your mouth.
âBecause what?â He rushes, successfully tugging your hands away from your face.Â
You pinch the frayed hem of your t-shirt. âForget it, Jimin. Itâs nothing.â
Your best friend shakes his head, his thick hair moving with him. âDonât do that. Tell me. Please, _____.âÂ
 You try to fight it, you really do, because once you say it, thereâs no going back. Itâll become real, and it wonât just belong to you anymore. It sits on the tip of your tongue, waiting for the perfect moment to break free.Â
When Jimin calls your name, you look up to meet his gaze. His eyes are pleading with yours, filled with misery as they silently beg for an answer. âPlease.â
Fuck it. If thereâs anyone in this world you could spill your deepest secret to, it would without a doubt be Jimin. One of the few people on this world who you trust wholly.
âBecause Jimin, if I leave him, then whoâs going to love me?âÂ
It grows silent, as if your words shatter the tension in the air surrounding you.
To finally say it aloud feels like a major relief. A thousand-pound weight being lifted off of your shoulders. Consequently, at the same time, thereâs a dreadful sinking feeling deep within you. A sick feeling that you've been trying to fight for too long. The admission was devastating but desperately needed. Maybe now, the journey to solving the root of this vulnerability can finally begin.
Jiminâs lips pull into a deep frown before he whispers your name. âIs thatâŠreally what you think? That youâre unloveable?â
If there was one thing Theo knew how to do well, it was keeping you humble. It started off subtle. A joke or two here and there, always defining him as the central point of your life. Youâd laugh it off every time, never quite able to detect the subliminal honesty. For a while, it continued on like that, until it built into something blatant.Â
It didnât take long for you to actually start believing that. No other man in their right mind would want a woman so damaged by their own insecurities. You thought that he truly was the sole person that you could rely on. Thankfully, Jimin was always there to prove him wrong at least a little. But, as far as romance went, forget it. There was no one better for you than him.Â
You chuckle solemnly. âNo one is going to put up with me, Jimin."Â
Your best friend sighs. He lets go of your hand, standing from the bed. For a moment, you think heâs ready for another fight. But you donât have it in you to argue again. Much to your surprise, he gets down on one knee and then both, kneeling down in front of you.Â
 A startled gasp sneaks through your lips. âUh, Mini?â you whisper, slightly panicked.
Jimin grasps both of your hands in his. He licks his bottom lip, and your eyes follow the pink of his tongue. âLet me,â he whispers, a determined look in his eyes.Â
You blink dazedly at him. âWhat?â
âLet me love you." He confirms exactly what you thought he said. âJust for tonight.âÂ
You sputter, pulling back slightly, though you donât let go of his hands. âJimin, thatâs notâ" You shake your head. âDo you know what youâre asking? Whereâs this even coming from?â
Jimin chortles, rubbing the backs of your hands with his thumbs. "It's always been there. From the moment we met, I knew I wanted you. But at that time, I was in no place to be in a relationship.âÂ
You arch a brow. âAnd now you are?â
âShut up." Jimin nudges your knee as you bite down on your bottom lip, suppressing your grin.
âIâm not asking for a relationship.â He then wiggles his eyebrows at you when he says, âAt least not right now anyway.âÂ
Jimin squeaks when you dig your socked toe into the meat of his thigh. He grips your foot in his hand, restricting you from delivering anymore nudges.Â
âBe serious,â you chide, even though the smile on your lips has spread wider. âAre you⊠really into me?â
Jimin grins, his pretty teeth on full display. âIn more ways than one. All I need is one night. One night to give you what you truly deserve. Let me love you how you shouldâve been a long time ago.â
The thrill that bubbles up inside you is dangerous. Itâs a foreign feeling, one that you don't recall ever experiencing before. But, oh, it is so welcomed. Then, a sudden wave of realization halts your excitement. A major bump in the road.Â
Your boyfriend.
You almost donât want to say it, afraid that it might ruin the exhilaration in the air. The question comes out strained with a touch of hesitancy. âWhat about Theo?âÂ
But Jimin shrugs like he doesnât have a single care in the world. âWhat about him? Heâs had his fun.âÂ
Jimin lets go of your hands, and you frown at the loss of contact. Itâs short-lived, however, when his firm grip takes hold of the backs of your legs, making you gasp.Â
His breath hitches at the sound of your satisfaction when he caresses you there, thumbs working overtime to unknot your tense muscles. You sigh, relaxing under his touch. Slowly, as if time isnât of the essence, he runs his hands all the way down your legs until his fingertips reach the heels of your feet. At the same leisurely pace, he drags his digits up until they brush over your inner things, bunching up the thin material of your basketball shorts.Â
 âIsnât it time you have a little of your own?â
You have to consider Jiminâs words carefully. Thereâs so much at stake if you agree. For one, your friendship with Jimin will never be the same. Though you suppose, he kind of set that in motion already with his little impromptu love confession.Â
The greatest damage done will be to your relationship. No matter how you try to spin it, sleeping with Jimin tonight will make you a cheater, betraying your boyfriend in the same way that has left you with a sizable hole in your heart.Â
Wonât that just make you a hypocrite in the end? Did you even have that kind of promiscuity in you?
Apparently it lied dormant inside you, because as quickly as the doubt comes, it dissipates. Just like that, your mind rationalizes the decision.Â
Whatâs the harm in indulging for just one night? After all, itâll be with your best friend, someone youâve known for years and trust with your life. Not with some random man you met at some sketchy club or bar.
 If Theo can do it, why canât you?
Instead of using words to respond, you let your body do the talking. With ease, you wrap your legs around his middle, pulling your best friend forward. Jimin lets out a surprised huff as he collides with your front, his face mere centimeters from your braless breasts. The surprise on his face is quickly replaced with enthusiasm as he admires the pillowy mounds displayed casually in front of him.Â
You wrap your arms around his neck, and with as much courage as you could muster, you simply request, âShow me.âÂ
The grin that breaks out on Jiminâs face is infectious. A manifestation of pure joy. Thinking back as hard as you can, you canât remember a recent time when youâve seen him look so happy.Â
He takes your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, hooded gaze flickering from your eyes then to your mouth and back to your eyes again. His thumb sits there for a moment, caressing your skin as his eyes scan across your face in a way that you could only describe as admiring. When he seems fulfilled enough, Jimin tilts your face down, guiding you towards him, and you let your eyes flutter shut. As the anticipation builds, your heart hammers beneath your ribcage. You can practically hear the thumping in your ears.Â
But then thereâs a pause so pregnant that it has you blinking your eyes open in confusion. If you werenât nervous before, you certainly were now. Did you do something wrong?
You pull back slightly, just enough so that you can see Jiminâs face. Your best friend looks slightly hesitant. A gleam of uncertainty shines in his brown orbs, like he canât believe you actually said yes.Â
âJimin,â you urge, the tenderness in your voice easing his nerves, and you try your hardest to ignore yours. âKiss me, please.âÂ
The blonde man doesnât need any further encouragement. Jimin closes the small gap between you, slotting his mouth together with yours.Â
This is not the first time you and Jimin have kissed. That was years ago, back in your freshman year of college in your tiny dorm room after too many shots of illegally purchased Fireball. Surprisingly, even with your heavily intoxicated mind, you remember that day like it happened yesterday. The way you could barely keep yourselves upright, your bodies feeling too heavy and sluggish. Or how you both giggled and bantered throughout the entire ordeal, the alcohol refusing to let you take it seriously.Â
You just donât remember it feeling so damn good.
Jiminâs lips are soft when they press to yours, coated in a thin layer of chapstick. He takes his time when he kisses you like heâs always wanted to. Every peck, brush, and pressure was deliberate. Slow and searing. He needed to savor the moment, afraid of what he might miss if he went too fast. Youâre not sure if youâve ever been kissed like this before.Â
With an unprecedented eagerness, you welcome the taste of him, a faint raspberry with a hint of mint. His favorite herbal tea. The same kind he always made for you after a taxing night. The plush feel of his lips has you humming in satisfaction, legs squeezing tighter around his middle. Jimin grunts, fingertips gripping the soft flesh of your thighs.Â
Together, your lips work in near-perfect harmony, trading almost silent gasps and breathless sighs between each other. Noting what you liked, what you loved, and what you could probably do without.Â
Jimin presses into you firmer, the hand holding your chin coming up to cradle the back of your neck. He licks at your bottom lip, begging for entry that you so graciously grant, letting your mouth fall open wider. The wet muscle of his tongue glides expertly over yours, and your nipples perk beneath your t-shirt. With every breath you take, the sensitive buds press harder into your best friendâs chest.Â
Jimin's free hand grips your hip to pull you impossibly closer. A shudder wracks your body when your covered center unexpectedly meets the solid muscle hidden under his shirt. The corners of his lips twitch upwards into a smirk, clearly enjoying the evident effect he has on you.
"Damn." Jimin pulls back with a wet smack, gasping for breath. Brain foggy from the kiss, you chase his mouth with yours, craving the feel of him back on you. Jimin waits until youâre close, and then he pulls back. The groan you emit signifies your displeasure, letting your mouth fall into a frown.
He giggles at your enthusiasm, and he shakes his head naughtily at you. You lick your lips as you watch him with what youâre sure are hungry eyes.Â
Jimin reaches a hand behind him, gripping the collar of his shirt. With a quick tug, he pulls the garment over and off, tossing it somewhere on the floor behind him.Â
You lean back on your hands, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth. The mattress sinks under your palms with the weight. Unabashedly, you take in the sight of your best friend, scanning over the muscled, toned lines that define his body. An appreciative hum tumbles past your lips, and you nod your approval.Â
Has your best friend always been so ripped?Â
Jimin chuckles at your reaction. A quick brush of his fingers pushes his thick bangs off of his forehead, leaving his blemish-free skin on full display.
âLike what you see?â He asks breathily, even though he already knows the answer. Under the basketball shorts, his fingers trail up and down the sides of your bare thighs. The ticklish sensation makes you tremble just slightly.Â
âMm, not too bad." You feign nonchalance and shrug, eyeballing the necklace adorning his thick neck. You canât wait to have the shiny silver dangling over your face when he fucâ
âOw!â You yelp when Jimin pinches the skin there, not enough to leave a mark but just enough for you to feel it.Â
He pulls you in close again, your foreheads nearly touching. âWatch yourself,â he warns in a firm whisper, thumb caressing the tender spot. His warm breath hits your chin with every word. âOr you wonât get to have any fun later.âÂ
His words, the tone he used with you, almost soundedâŠmean? But for some strange reason it doesnât alarm you. In fact, it mightâve even turned you on a little if the wet patch forming in your panties was anything to go by.Â
Jimin captures you in another passionate kiss, this one more dynamic than the first. He wastes no time slipping his tongue back in, licking and sucking his presence in your mouth. A gentle hand cradles the back of your head, pulling you in close and keeping you there. You keep up as best as you can, mirroring his actions with your own. You may not be as experienced as Jimin, but the way he was gripping every part of youâyour shirt, the back of your neck, and your handsâdesperate to keep you close reassures you that you were doing just fine.Â
Every brush of his lips, flick of his tongue, and airy whine from his mouth smothered by yours makes you dizzier by the second.Â
When you both pull back, lungs burning from your lack of oxygen, breathy pants fill the warm, quiet air. You were virtually frozen earlier, but the bedroom has grown far too hot now.Â
âFuck,â Jimin groans. He smiles unbelievably to himself, shaking his head. âThereâs so much I want to do with you tonight.â Like a bobble head, you nod in certain agreement. He then captures your eyes in a heated gaze, the hunger in his eyes undeniable. He licks at his kiss-swollen lips, and your eyes follow every movement.Â
âCan I take care of you? Will you let me, baby?â
âYes, yes, please.âÂ
Jiminâs chuckle sends a delighted shiver down your spine. Taking the hem, he frees you from the confines of your t-shirt, pulling the fabric off of you with ease. When he tosses it, it lands somewhere on the bed behind you.Â
Your nipples stand firm and proud, already pebbled from your heated kiss with Jimin. He practically salivates at the sight of them, running the wet muscle of his mouth back and forth over his plump bottom lip. You know that heâs always been a boobs man, but the fact that your boobs were the cause of his content had a bit of pride swelling in your chest. It feels incredible to be wanted so unabashedly.
Jimin reaches up, his hand hovering over your left breast. âMay I?â He asks, eyes flickering up to gauge your reaction.Â
You swallow down your anticipation. âIf you donât, I feel like I might explode.â
Jimin hums, and his smile is sincere. âWe canât have that now, can we?"
You sigh, breath stuttering when he strokes his thumb over your erect nipple. With his other hand, he cups your right breast. Heavy and squishy, it fills his left palm, your stiff bud grazing his skin. When he squeezes your boob, gentle and cautious, your thighs squeeze together in response, the dull ache between your legs becoming increasingly more difficult to ignore.Â
âBeautiful,â Jimin whispers, pinching the hardened peak with his thumb and pointer finger. You donât say anything; you canât say anything with how hard youâre biting down on your bottom lip. Your best friend leans down to pepper a trail of kisses across the plane of your chest, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He then flattens his tongue, licking a stripe between the valley of your breasts, and blows on the wet skin. You cradle the back of his head, tangling your fingers in the blonde locks.Â
âOh!â you gasp when he engulfs your nipple with the wet warmth of his mouth, reflexively tugging at his hair. Jimin groans from the action, the vibrations from his delight traveling from your nipple straight down to your cunt. His tongue flicks in rapid successions over your nipple before circling your areola. In his other hand, he rolls and tugs your right nipple, still pinched between his fingers.Â
The simultaneous assaults on your sensitive buds have your head reeling. The discomfort between your thighs was no longer dull but immense. Your pussy flutters around nothing, steadily soaking your panties with arousal.
âJimin,â you mewl, eyes slamming shut when his teeth graze just barely over your stiff peak. When he sucks, the pressure creates stars beneath your eyelids. Your mouth drops open in a silent gasp, eyebrows pinching together. It makes your spine arch, further thrusting your chest into his mouth.
Your breast bounces back into place when he releases your nipple from his mouth. Every quick breath from his mouth cast over your stiff peak, chilling the wet, heated skin.Â
You take a moment to catch your breath, but as soon as you inhale, the air is knocked from your lungs again when he sucks the skin of your left breast into his eager mouth. Pleasure explodes over your breast as Jimin marks you with his love bite. Satisfied with his work, he kisses the prominent bruise before he sucks your left nipple into his mouth, giving it the same attention as he did the first.Â
Squirming under his keen affection, your hips jut forward to collide with his abs. It offers a brief smidge of relief, but not nearly enough. The ache emitting from your center was absolutely unbearable. Trapped behind too many layers of clothing, your clit was begging to be rubbed.Â
You loosen your grip on the comforter, snaking your hand between your bodies down toward your wetness. Just as your fingers breach the waistband of your shorts, Jimin captures your wrist in his hand before interlocking his fingers with yours. You cry out in frustration, and you feel Jimin smirk around a mouthful of your tit. When he releases your nipple with a wet pop, a thin string of his saliva connects you.
It continues on like that for what feels to you like forever. Jimin ravages your breasts, alternating between your nipples, licking, sucking, and nibbling to his heartâs content. Hickeys now litter your chest, a bold yet beautiful display of his insatiable desire. You wonât dare to wear any low-cut top or dress for at least a week. By the end, your cunt is still untouched and practically weeping, confined by your soaked panties and basketball shorts.
When Jimin is finally satisfied, he releases your tit, and your chest is wracked with heaving breaths. He leans forward to peck you once on the lips and then once more. âLie back,â he whispers against your lips, a hand on your shoulder guiding you to lay flat on his bed. You follow his command, maneuvering so that youâre in a comfortable position on his bed. Youâre not quite sure what to do with your hands, letting them rest on your stomach.Â
Jimin hooks his fingers in the waistband of your shorts, tugging them past the thickness of your thighs then down the rest of your legs. On the floor, they drop in a heap in front of him.Â
A sharp intake of breath comes from Jimin, and you prop yourself up on your elbows. Your best friend, still on his knees before you, is face to face with your panty-clad pussy. That sinful tongue of his makes another appearance, and you make a mental note to buy him a new chapstick later.Â
When he whistles appreciatively, your body flushes. âDamn,â he mutters, a finger tracing down your slit. The wet fabric sticks uncomfortably to your skin, molding itself to the shape of your slick folds.
 âYouâre soaked, baby.â Jimin leans down to plant a firm kiss on your lips, and when he realigns himself, there's a slight sheen coating his mouth.Â
âJimin,â you whine, coated with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. Heâs got you leaking like a fucking waterfall, and all heâs done was play with your tits.Â
âOkay, okay,â Jimin chuckles, finally removing your panties from your hips. The dampened fabric joins your bottoms on the floor. You shudder, wet skin greeted by the warm bedroom air.Â
 âHush your whining.âÂ
Without warning, he licks a slow, broad stripe up your slit, stopping just below your needy clit. Along the way, he collects your juices on his tongue, savoring the heady taste. A strangled moan escapes you as your head falls back between your shoulders.Â
Jimin groans from the sheer taste of you, his eyes fluttering shut. His tastebuds are trembling with delight. Youâre more delectable than he could have ever imagined. Heâs positive he can never eat another pussy ever again; he doesnât want to eat another pussy ever again. Your juices have saturated his tongue, forever claiming his mouth as yours.Â
Jimin grips the meat of your thighs, pushing them up to your chest to allow himself a clear shot at your pussy. You hook your hands underneath your knees, keeping the position he put you in. It gives you the perfect view to watch Jimin feast on your weeping sex.
His smirk is dangerous when he purrs, âHold on tight, pretty.âÂ
He wastes no time burying himself between your thighs, moaning when your essence graces his tongue again. You cry out, toes curling when the thick muscle flicks over your winking entrance.Â
âOh fuck, fuck!â Your eyes flutter shut, rolling behind your closed eyelids.Â
His mouth works diligently against you, his wet tongue heavy as it drags over and then through your folds, further soaking your wetness with his saliva. The sound of it is vulgar, reminiscent of someone mixing a larger bowl of mac and cheese. It makes you gasp, body heated in a blush.Â
"Yes, Jimin," you shiver, elbows going shaky beneath you. Your fingers grip where you hold your shaky legs up for him, crescent moon shapes indenting your skin. Jimin hums, sucking your labia into his heated mouth. Your hips buck once, twice, and he releases them with a wet pop.Â
You fall back against the plush bed, arms weakened by the immense pleasure. Your hips have a mind of their own, canting forward chasing the euphoric feeling of his mouth, and he so graciously gives it to you. Your breathing is shattered. Shaky moans and excitable squeals tumble past your parted lips, echoing off the walls of his once quiet bedroom.Â
Jimin flattens his tongue, shaking his head from side to side. His mop of fair hair, gone messy from your tugging, tickles your inner thighs with the movement. He eats your pussy like a man starved. Like itâs the last meal heâll ever have on this Earth. Even when his face is stuffed in your heat, his senses completely overtaken by the smell, feel, and taste of you, he canât fucking get enough. He doesnât think he ever will.
Every flutter of your empty walls sends another syrupy gush of your arousal, soaking his face and the bedsheets beneath you. You can hardly breathe as Jimin drinks you up, taking everything you give him, his lips greedy when it slurps at your leaky opening.Â
It's so messy and so fucking wet.
When Jimin pulls away, his mouth and chin are shiny with his efforts. He sighs contentedly as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, panting like heâs the one getting the best head of his life instead of you. He breathes, âYouâre so juicy, baby.âÂ
Hypnotized by you, he delves back in, effortlessly parting your folds with his soaked tongue, licking up and down, up and around, but never where you need him the most. Where your ache is the most ferocious.
âJimin,â you practically sob, heart hammering in your chest. Unshed tears have begun to collect at your waterline. God, it was good, so fucking good, but you might die if he doesnât get his mouth on your clit soon.Â
âPlease, I-I need,â but you break off into a choked whine when his nose bumps your clit, the only bit of stimulation itâs gotten all night.Â
Jimin detaches from your pussy with a wet pop. Hooded eyes glance up to meet yours. There's a hint of a smirk on his lips. The corners of his mouth lifted just barely. He was clearly enjoying the torture he was putting you through.Â
âWhat was that, baby?âÂ
"My," you plead, voice watery and thick. âI need, my-you..." You hesitate, cheeks burning with what you want to say but canât quite bring yourself to do it.Â
Jimin steals the words right from your throat. âYou need me to suck that pretty, little clit?âÂ
You swallow thickly, nodding before you can respond. âI need it.â You watch as Jiminâs jaw ticks and the grip he has on your hips goes tighter.
 âSay it." There's a tilt in his voice thatâs unfamiliar to you. You canât quite put your finger on it.Â
Your eyes bulge. It's humorous how quickly the fog clears from your brain. âWhat?â
âI want to hear you say it. Tell me what you need.âÂ
âJimin,â you whine, kicking your leg in frustration. Your body heats as it floods with embarrassment. âAre you serious?âÂ
Jimin smiles wickedly, pearly whites on full display. âSay it, _____. Or we stop right here.âÂ
âI uh, I need you to..."
Thereâs an amused glint in his eyes when he lifts his eyebrows, watching for you to continue. He plans a kiss at your inner thigh in encouragement.Â
Your inhale is deep, pride tossed out of the window when you plead, âI need you to suck my clit, Jimin."
When he sees the desperation in your eyes, deep espresso connecting with yours over the plane of your quivering stomach, he loses it. You sob when his mouth engulfs your needy bud wholly. Your fingers scramble, letting go of our legs to tangle in his blonde strands, pulling tight. Jimin groans, and the vibrations shoot straight through your clit to the very tips of your toes. He holds you down himself, pinning your thighs to your chest, rendering you helpless to his merciless suction.Â
The tip of his tongue circles your clit, quick and firm. âGod yes!â You moan when his lips wrap tight around your swollen bud to suck incessantly. Back arching from the bed, toes curling in the open air, tears finally leak from the corners of your eyes, trailing down your temples.Â
When he slips his finger in and then another, knuckle-deep, your slick walls grip him up instantly. They pulse around the slim digits, drawing him in deeper. He didnât even need to move; the pressure alone sent you over the edge, crashing headfirst into euphoria.Â
When you cum, itâs not shrill and elegant like those well-produced pornos youâve watched before. Itâs deep and guttural as it blossoms from the pit of your stomach until it rattles through you, seizing your body. Your muscles tighten, thighs quivering around his head as he delivers wave after pleasurable wave with his soaked tongue and fingers.Â
And Jimin loves every second of it.
He doesnât let up, even after youâve cum. Itâs not until youâre whining, pushing weakly at his head, that he takes mercy on you, pulling away after one final kiss to your spent pussy.Â
Vision still teary, you blink up at the ceiling, lying there in disbelief and panting as you try to catch your breath. Reaching a hand up, you wipe away the tiny beads of sweat that have collected at your hairline.Â
Below you hear Jimin finally rise from the floor, but you make no attempt to get up, still spent from your amazing orgasm. Thereâs some rummaging, the sound of clothes hitting the ground, and then the bed dips with Jiminâs weight. He clambers over to you, covering your body with his. You welcome his added heat, arms weakly coming up to wrap themselves around his neck.
He smiles down at you, eyes flickering all across your face, soaking in your post-orgasm haze. His touch is gentle when he brushes stray hair away from your sweaty forehead.Â
âHey you,â he greets, leaning down to give you an Eskimo kiss.Â
You trace a finger down the slope of his jaw down to his chin before you cradle his cheek in your palm. âHey yourself." You smile back, voice slightly hoarse.Â
âHow are you feeling?âÂ
You swallow, licking at the dryness on your lips. Your grin is sincere when you say, âI feel amazing. Youâre really good at that, you know.âÂ
Jimin giggles, interlocking his fingers with yours to kiss the back of your hand. With his thumb he strokes the skin.Â
âThank you, Jimin.âÂ
Your best friend leans down to capture you in a gentle kiss. Your tongue darts out to swipe across his lip, dipping inside to taste yourself on his tongue. You pull away, satisfied and a little breathless.
 âOf course. Itâs what you deserve.â
You hum, tracing a finger from his sternum down to the ridges that make up his abs. He shivers under your feather-light touch. âDo I maybe deserve a little something else?â You tilt your head to meet his gaze.Â
Jimin raises his eyebrows at you. A playful gleam in his eyes. âA little something like?â He trails off.
You hold his eye contact, and with your free hand, you reach down between his legs to take hold of his stiffened member. Jimin gasps, shutting his eyes tight. Heâs heavy in your palm, his skin smooth and warm to the touch. He mustâve been hard for quite some time
âYeah,â Jimin nods, breath knocked from his lungs when you squeeze the base of his cock. âI think that can be arranged.â
You hum, working your hand over his stiff rod. He grunts when your strokes come faster, his freehand fisting the sheets beside him. âJust like that, pretty,â he encourages, and you do exactly as youâre told.Â
You soak in how beautiful he looks in ecstasy. The way his thick brows pinch with every stroke. How his plush lips fall open, unleashing sounds just as pretty as he is. Delicate yet husky. Your favorite part is the way his stomach muscles quake with the effort of holding himself up.Â
âFuck, baby,â Jimin moans as your wrist flicks upwards, from base to head.Â
When you glide your fingers across his reddened tip, your digits slicking with his precum, a hand claps over your wrist, restricting your movements.Â
His eyes bore into yours, his voice strained when he breathes, âIf you donât stop, Iâll come, and I donât want to yet. Not until Iâm inside you.â
You shiver, exhilaration rattling your bones. âThen, what are you waiting for?âÂ
You allow Jimin to position your body until youâre lying on your side. When he assures you that you're comfortable, he comes up behind you, slotting his chest to your back. You lean into him, comforted by the feel of his own heart thrumming in his chest. Nerves and excitement are coursing through his veins as well, anticipating what is to come. Your senses heighten at the feel of his hard cock nestled between your ass cheeks.
He leans in to kiss the plump of your cheek before reaching behind himself to retrieve a condom from inside his nightstand.Â
You stop him, a quick, gentle hand on his thigh. âCan you⊠I want you to fuck me raw.âÂ
A muttered curse from behind makes you grin. â_____, are you sure?âÂ
You nod, thighs rubbing together, the heat between your legs intensifying at the mere thought. âI want to feel all of you. Is that okay?âÂ
âFuck, yeah, thatâs okay." Jimin doesnât need much convincing to agree. He just needs to get inside you quick. His hand slides from your hip to your thigh, cupping underneath your knee to prop your leg up and open enough.
 âTell me if itâs too much,â he whispers, cockhead sliding through your slippery folds to nudge at your needy clit.
You gasp, reaching a hand up to tangle in the hair on the back of his head. âIâm fine, Mini." You roll your hips back, seeking more of that delicious pressure on your pearl. Your teeth clench in a hiss when he bumps it again. âJust please fuck me.â
You watch, eyes eager as Jimin slides in without much resistance, filling you up to the brim. It knocks the air from your lungs. Heâs so incredibly thick, thicker than any other dick youâve taken before. It feels like heâs splitting you open in the best way possible.Â
Jimin groans, engulfed by your soaked warmth. His body flushes, one hand fisting the bedsheets, the other with a vice grip on your hip. Quick short pants slip past his mouth to coat the shell of your ear.
You spread your legs wider, the propped one coming to hook behind his thigh. Somehow, it slips him deeper into your flooded canal, leaving you both crying out.Â
âHoly shit, Jimin,â you breathe, as your walls pulse around him, adjusting to his sheer girth.
Jiminâs chuckle is breathy, full of disbelief. He pecks your shoulder before resting his forehead there. Heâs thinking exactly what you are.
Why does it feel so fucking good?
 âI know, baby.â He gives an experimental thrust of his hips that has your eyes rolling, his hips pressed flush against your ass. âSo fucking good,â he murmurs in your ear, and a delighted shiver journeys down your curved spine.Â
The pace he sets is maddeningly slow, nothing like what youâre used to. Languid rolls of his hips that stuff you full before leaving you just about empty, only to fill you right back up again. You can hardly breathe through the feel of him, gasping for air every time he presses back in. Jimin moves from your shoulder, attaching his lips to the juncture in your neck, licking and sucking. It leaves you with marks so fierce you have no idea how youâll cover them later.
âJimin,â you whine when the pace gets to you. A pressure that builds and builds but never fully erupts.Â
Looking back, you capture him in a lust-filled gaze. "Fuck me faster, baby, please.âÂ
Jimin grunts, his brows furrowing when he picks up his pace, his hips meeting your ass cheeks with resounding smacks. Theyâre enough to fill the bedroom and bring a warm hue to your cheeks.Â
The noises spilling from your cunt are just as lewd. Roaring slickening when he glides in and out. Messy when it soaks his cock in your transparent juices, dripping down your thighs onto the bedsheets below.Â
Jimin tweaks your stiff nipples with his thumb before pinching them between his fingers, rolling and tugging. The pain, sharp and temporary, makes you jerk, toes curling tight.Â
âShit!â you wail, fist pounding the bed. âJust like that baby.â
"S'good, pretty?â he whispers, choked up with his own pleasure.Â
You donât respond; you canât respond with the way the pounds into your dripping heat. He wraps you in his firm hold, his arm coming to sling across your chest. The extra leverage he needed to pull you back, forcing you to meet his deliciously deep thrusts.Â
The force of his fucking rocks the bed beneath you, the headboard banging against the wall. Youâve definitely got to write Mr. and Mrs. Welles an apology letter tomorrow.Â
There is nothing you can do except take it, helpless to his powerful pumps. Like a ragdoll, you lie limp, taking everything he gives you. The heat in your lower tummy swells, your pussy squeezing around his heavy cock. âClose,â you choke, your mind fuzzy and delirious.Â
Jimin gasps as he thrusts upwards one last time, filling you to the hilt before he pulls out completely with a wet pop. He leaves you empty, clenching nothing, the heat in your belly subsiding.Â
Your eyes fly open, complaints ready to fly past your lips, but Jimin stops you.Â
âHands and knees,â he pants as he palms your ass cheek. "Want to fuck you from behind.â
Any rebuttals you had ready die right there on your tongue. You prop yourself up on all fours, limbs slightly wobbly, and arch your spine in a way you know will make the light-haired man crazy.Â
You feel Jimin position himself behind you. Tucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you wiggle your ass, swaying from side to side to tease him a little.Â
Your yelp is shrill when his palm collides with your right cheek, flinching at the feeling.
Jimin hums, marveling at the ripples it creates. âBehave,â he tsks as he palms the sore area and you lick your abused lips.Â
He groans as he feeds his cock to your pussy. Your walls greedily accept him with a filthy-sounding squelch. When heâs all the way in, he steadies himself, with both hands on your hips. His huff grazes the skin of your back. âHow are you still so fucking tight?âÂ
You sigh, dropping your head forward between your shoulders. He holds you in his palms, caressing your fleshy hips. Â
He wastes no time in setting a brutal pace, fucking you faster and harder than before. You scramble, hands finding purchase on the bedsheets, but each roll of his hips sends your body forward and back, tugging the sheets loose from the mattress corners.Â
"God, yes,â you groan, body trembling with delight. He pounds into you, the flesh of your ass smacking his thighs and lower stomach with every thrust. Its roaring and filthy.
Jimin is just as, if not more vocal than you, whining, groaning, and gasping every time he stuffs you full. It sets your body alight to know heâs just as affected as you are.Â
He grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back, and your spine bows deeper than before. "Oh, fuâ," you try, but you canât even get the words out as he plunges into you. Rhythmic and precise.
It doesnât take much until youâre drawing near again and you know youâre close when the fluttery warmth in the pit of your stomach returns, your pussy squeezing Jimin tight.Â
He cries out, falling over to cover your sweaty back with his front. âMâ not gonna last,â he whimpers, rocking forward, body trembling with the efforts of his pumping.
He fucks you like that. His body is glued to your back, constant rolls of his hips that slide him deeper and deeper. His tip nudges incessantly at your front wall, gliding repeatedly over that spongy spot. The spot that has you seeing stars.
When Jimin feels you tighten up around him, he snakes his hand under your body to circle your swollen bundle of nerves. Like magic, the added pressure is just what you need to reach your peak.Â
The coil, pulled taut in your tummy, snaps, and euphoria pulses through your veins, hot and rapid. Your mouth falls open, eyes squeezing shut as you gush around his cock. A strangled wail that youâre not even sure came from you resounds in the room, but you can barely hear it past the blood rushing in your ears. Falling face-first into the mattress, your muscles seize as your body is overtaken by the aftershocks of your orgasm.
Through it all, Jimin's hips never let up, and you flutter around him, creaming his thick cock. The ferocity of your orgasm triggers his own. Jimim ruts once, twice, and then he comes with a breathy sigh that sounds something like your name, painting your quivering walls with his hot seed.
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Itâs early when Jimin comes to the next morning. He can tell by the lack of sunlight beaming through his cracked window blinds, covering his bedroom in a barely there glow.Â
He smacks his lips tiredly, muscles achy with exertion making their presence known, and in an instant, memories of last night come flooding back to him.
 Picking you up outside of that restaurant. The sight of you ripped his heart to pieces. Standing there alone in the cold, looking so vulnerable, clinging on to what little sanity you had left. You looked so heartbroken but yet so beautiful. Always so beautiful.Â
Or later on, when he confessed his love for you. An undying ache thatâs been tugging at his heart after all these years of being your friend, your best friend. A title he doesnât take lightly. Not because he was in love with you, but because he loved you. Every part of you, your mind, your heart, and soul.
 How you didnât turn him away, accepting his affection and embracing it wholly. There was so much love he had to give, so much time he needed to make up for after all these years lost.Â
Jimin turns his head, and there you lie, a beautiful smile on your face directed at him. His heart stutters in his chest.Â
âGood morning,â you greet, your tongue peeking out to wet your lips.Â
Jimin rolls over on his side, readjusting on his pillow. âMorning,â he grins, all teeth. âHowâd you sleep?â
You inhale deep, your smile never leaving your pretty lips. Your gaze is still slightly hazy with sleep when you look at him. Thereâs a gentle glow surrounding you, radiating utter bliss. Happy and carefree. Itâs been so long since heâs seen you like this, too long.
âMmm, I slept amazing, thanks to you.â You reach out to poke the solid planes of his stomach, hidden by the comforter. You yawn, hands coming up to rest under your head. âThough, I should rough you up for letting me fall asleep without my bonnet on. I just got my hair done.âÂ
Jimin snickers, scooting closer to you. He grabs hold of your hands, interlocking his fingers with yours. âI did try to wake you up, but considering it's been so long since youâve been fucked to sleep, I figured you needed it."Â
Your eyes widen, mouth curving up in disbelief. âFuck you!â
You gasp, reaching over to smack his arms as youâre taken over by giggles. âShut up, Jimin!âÂ
He laughs, dodging your harmless blows, and you donât oppose when Jimin sits up, scooping you in his arms. Effortlessly, he plops you down over his lower stomach. When your giggles subside, you trace a finger over his chest, covering his skin with invisible doodles that only you can see.
âI uh..." you clear your throat. âI talked to Theo earlier."Â
Jimin does his best to mask his apprehension. âYeah?â He fingers the hem of his t-shirt youâre wearing, which basically belongs to you.
You nod. âHe wanted to know where I went.âÂ
âDid you tell him?âÂ
âI did.â Jimin arches his brow when you smirk. You lean over to grab your phone from under the pillow. You tap the screen, turning the device on, and thereâs a bright glow cast over your face. Swift fingers tap a few more times before you turn the screen to him. âI sent him this.â
Jimin squints at the brightly lit screen, but when his vision clears and he recognizes what youâre showing him, he gasps incredulously.Â
On the screen is a picture of him and you, tangled together in his bed and obviously naked under the sheets. In the picture, Jimin is still fast asleep, eyes closed and his mouth slightly ajar. But you, on the other hand, are wide awake. In fact, youâre posing for the camera, two fingers up in a peace sign next to your face and your mouth pouted in âduck lips." On your skin, his love bites from last night are proudly displayed.
Below the picture, thereâs a message from Theo that you have no plans to respond to. It included every curse word in the book, words that Jimin didnât even know existed.Â
You shrug, locking the phone, and tossing it aside. âI think itâs safe to say weâre done.âÂ
Jimin tosses his head back in a laugh. He shakes his head as he says your name. âYouâre unbelievable!âÂ
âNoo, whatâs unbelievable is that I stayed with him for so long," you counter, rolling your eyes. You grab both of his hands in yours.Â
âThank you,â you nod. âFor staying by my side through all of this. And dealing with my stubbornness. I truly donât know what I would do without you. I love you, Jimin.âÂ
Jiminâs grip is gentle when he grabs the back of your neck to pull you into his kiss. You gladly accept, cradling his face in your hands.Â
When you pull away, youâre breathless. âI love you,â Jimin whispers on your lips. âSo much.âÂ
You beam, sitting back on his muscley thighs. Your head tilts, however, when your clothed center comes in contact with something firm.
 âAre youâŠhard?â Your question is laced with amazement.Â
Jimin groans, cheeks reddening in embarrassment when you laugh aloud. âI canât help it; everything you do turns me on. You could literally breath and Iâd be hard as a rock.â The heat between your legs makes a fierce return.
 âHm, is that so?â
You hook your thumb in the waistband of your panties, ready to slide them down your legs. Jimin licks his lips as hunger clouds his pretty brown eyes. âYou were so generous to me last night. Why donât you sit back and let me take care of it, baby?"
⥠Summary: Jimin, your best friend of many years, loves you with his entire being. One night when your boyfriend decides to act up again, he makes it his mission to show you why you should be with him instead.
⥠Pairing: best friend!jimin x reader
⥠Genre: best friends to lovers, angsty with fluffy smut
⥠Rating: 18+
⥠Word Count: 14.6 k
⥠Warning/Tags: explicit language, cheating, explicit sexual contentÂ
⥠A/N: Arirang and Jimin in the Hooligan music video have awoken something dormant inside of me.
*Disclaimer: All characters and events portrayed in my works are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons or events is purely coincidental.*
Your arms wrap tighter around yourself as another heavy gust of wind breezes by. Effortlessly, it sweeps a discarded plastic fast food wrapper further down the street, away from where youâre standing. Your fingers brush against the numberless goosebumps blossoming on your bare arms. The ends of your hair tickle your skin as it moves with the invisible force, grazing your shoulders and back.Â
 Your chin trembles. Though not as vigorously as before, as now itâs only because of the chilled air and not anymore from your tears. Tears that dried with the wind on your cheeks, leaving behind messy streaks of mixed makeup that you spent over an hour perfecting. You canât wait to wash your face clean.
Numerous cars speed past, music blaring through the open windows, their horns beeping. Across the street, a group of intoxicated girls around your age surrounds a stray cat, cooing and giggling as they snap countless photos, stumbling over themselves but never falling. Nearby on a short brick wall, a couple sits cuddled together, enjoying each otherâs company over a shared ice cream cone. The street is littered with people all around, yet you donât hear anything, just static filling your earsÂ
The restless thoughts crowding your mind drown out the sounds of the bustling street around you.Â
How could such a perfect night have gone so terribly wrong?
How could he do this to you?Â
How dare he do this to you, again?
Before your mind could spiral any further into a pit of distress, your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of an approaching car. The hum of the tires sounded so close you couldn't ignore it. When you lift your head to see, the relief of familiarity washes over you.Â
An all-black BMW, your best friendâs car, luxurious and sleek, parks in front of you, the passenger-side door only an arm's length away. You sniffle as you release yourself to readjust the strap of your bag over your shoulder. The moment the car is in park, Jimin jumps out, leaving the door open behind him and you exhale a breath you hadnât even realized youâd been holding in.Â
You donât know what you were so worried about, maybe because it was well into the late hours of the night and so abrupt. But Jimin always came when you called. He was always there when you needed him, no matter what.
Jiminâs eyebrows were pinched in concern, a frown present on his puffy lips. His strides were swift as he paced over to you, dense blonde hair bouncing in the wind.
 You hated seeing him so upset. More than that, you hated being the cause, which you seemed to have been a lot lately.
He didnât say anything as he approached. Instead, he grabbed the black leather jacket draped over his arm to wrap around your bare shoulders. His scent engulfed you, warm vanilla with a hint of bourbon; it settled your restless nerves. You welcomed the warmth, clutching the shoulders to secure its place over you.
With a gentle guiding hand on your lower back, he leads you over to his car, opening the passenger door for you. Still with no words exchanged between you two, you slide onto the plush, leather seat. The swift movement makes your dress ride up, and you miss the way Jiminâs eyes lock in on the exposed skin of your thighs. As quickly as it comes, he erases the thoughts with a slight shake of his head.Â
 As he reaches over you to fasten your seatbelt, you toe off your high heels, strappy black stilettos, pushing them aside to make space on the floor for your aching feet. When the seatbelt clicks, signaling that youâre safely secured, you thank him barely above a whisper, him giving you a closed-lip smile in return. Once Jimin was settled in the driverâs seat, seatbelt buckled, and hands positioned at nine and three oâclock, he turns to you.Â
âMy place?â He asks, though he already knows the answer. You nod your agreement.Â
Typically on nights like these, your best friend coming to your rescue; the car ride to his house was anything but serene. There was so much to sayâtoo much to say. Jimin wanted to know everything, firing off questions so quick your mind could hardly formulate proper answers. And you were just as eager to spill, sparing him no specifics as you filled him in on all the infidelity details your sorry boyfriend never failed to supply.Â
Not this time, though.Â
The silence in the car was deafening, thick and heavy. Jimin apparently has nothing to say, and well after the night you just had, neither did you. The only noise in the car was the quiet hum of the vents, steadily blowing warm air. Shortly into the drive, you took the liberty to turn the heat on.Â
 None of that bothers you, though. What bothers you is that your best friend seemsâŠmildly irritated. He didnât even need to say anything for you to figure it out; it was practically oozing from him.
His eyes are narrowed, zeroed in on the road, not in a focused way, more like in an "I canât even look at you right nowâ way. His posture is stiff, too perfect, as his back presses firmly against his seat. His lips are pressed into a firm line, neither a frown nor a smile.
You canât understand it. Whatâs there for him to be irritated about? You were the one who just caught your boyfriend cheating again. Was he upset that you called him to come pick you up? If thatâs the case, he shouldâve left you right there. You are more than capable of getting yourself a ride. Youâre well versed in getting Ubers, and youâve ridden the bus from time to time. Enough to know how to get home.
Fed up with the seeming silent treatment, you finally speak. âYouâre not going to ask me what happened?âÂ
Did you mean for it to come out as bitter as it did? Maybe, maybe not. But youâre already on edge, and his lack of interest was getting on your last nerve.
There was a pregnant pause as Jimin came to a stoplight, fist tightening on the steering wheel. With a clenched jaw, his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek. A telltale sign that something was bothering him. Youâre almost unsure if itâs the traffic light that tints his face red or his sheer frustration.
âDo I really need to?â The bite in his words matches yours. He turns to face you full on, the most attention heâs given you the entire ride. With his tone firm and low, he snaps, âHow is this time any different from the last? Or even the one before that?â
 Rather than giving him an answer, you swallow the lump in your throat, turning your body away from him to gaze out of the window. The last thing you need is to be reprimanded by your best friend. Especially considering itâs nothing you have not heard before. He should be comforting you, threatening to drive over to Theoâs right now and kick his sorry ass. Of course you would never allow that to happen. You would never want anything bad to happen to your best friend or your shitty boyfriend, but still the sentiment was nice.
You hear Jimin sigh, but he doesnât say anything else, instead continuing the drive when the light turns green.Â
Before long, you make it to Jiminâs neighborhood. With practiced ease, he navigates the familiar streets. Right at the first turn at the stop sign and continuing straight until he reaches the second-to-last house on the left.
Jimin pulls into his driveway, putting his car in park before shutting it off. For a moment neither of you says anything. Jimin exhales and lets his head fall onto the headrest. You can feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of your face, but you donât dare to give him the eye contact heâs seeking. Your petty mind determines that he needs to feel how upset you are with him.Â
When he calls your name, you roll your eyes, folding your arms over your chest.Â
âI didnât mean to hurt your feelings earlâ"
âYou didnât hurt my feelings,â you lie right through your teeth, barely able to keep the tears collecting on your waterline at bay. Internally you thank the heavens above your voice didnât tremble, a dead giveaway to your emotional despair.
For a moment your best friend does nothing. Then with not a word more to say, he pulls the key from the ignition and opens his car door.Â
Shielded away from his eyes, you quickly wipe away the tears sliding down the corners of yours. Feeling pulled together enough, you take a moment to gather your purse and heels from the floor. Though, you don't bother to put your shoes back on. The distance from Jiminâs driveway to his front door is short anyway.Â
Naturally, Jimin comes to open the car door for you. You shiver, greeted again by the cold air. As you exit the vehicle, you make no effort to thank him, swinging the strap of your purse back over your shoulder. From behind, you hear a sassy grumble of "You're welcome," that you choose to ignore.Â
The walk from Jiminâs car to his front door feels like an eternity. From the wind blowing your hair into a tangled mess, the pebbles and rough gravel digging into the soles of your feet to the suffocating tension between you and your best friend, which you still couldnât really understand. All you wanted to do was take a hot shower and turn your brain off for the rest of the night under a massive pile of blankets.
Jimin pulls out his key to unlock the door, and now itâs your turn to ignore the way his sharp jaw ticks. When the front door opens, the heat from inside surrounds you, comforting you like a warm hug. You learned early on that your best friend loved to be just as toasty as you, always keeping a spare jacket or blanket around if or whenever it got too chilly. Another reason youâve been friends for so long. You make a mental note to thank him later for turning the heat on when you're not as irritated with him.Â
Your heels drop to the hardwood with a dull smack, joining a few pairs of Jiminâs piled on the floor. Your purse follows behind, on the ottoman next to the door, covered with other jackets, scarves, and things alike. Your best friend comes up beside you, discarding his own jacket and shoes.
You take notice of the comfy scene in front of you. On the couch, Jiminâs favorite blanket lies in a messy heap, like someone tossed it away in a hurry. Before the couch, a half-eaten bowl of popcorn sits in the middle of the glass coffee table, an opened can of soda beside it. In the background, the murmured chaos of an abandoned action movie, gunshots, explosions, some screaming, and then more gunshots emits from the television speakers.
The guilt that washes over you overtakes any of the irritation you felt earlier with Jimin. Once again, your tumultuous relationship has not only caused problems for you but also for the people around you.
 Of course he was upset. He had a right to be. If the roles were reversed, youâd probably be a little upset too. Lord knows how much you valued your couch potato time.
âIâm going to go wash up,â you mutter, your tone not nearly as snappy as it was before, and you donât wait for his response as you make your way down the hall towards his bedroom.Â
You close the door behind you with a heavy sigh, twisting the lever on the knob into its locked position. Guarded away from the outside, you take a moment to finally breath. Since all this shitâs transpired, you feel like youâve been fighting for breath.
You squeeze your eyes shut and lean back. Your head thuds when it makes contact with the door behind you. In through your nose and out through your mouth. You repeat the mantra in your brain over and over. When you feel like youâve finally caught your breath, your brain switches to autopilot. Youâve performed this exact routine far too many times.Â
You reach behind yourself to tug down the zipper of your attire, a black mini dress you bought at a cute little boutique for this very date night. The piece drops, pooling at your feet. Usually youâd ask Jimin to help with the zipper, but youâre not quite ready to face him yet, and youâre sure he does not want to talk to you. Next to go are your bra and panties. The matching lace set joins your dress in the laundry hamper, which Jimin will wash for you after youâve fallen asleep for the night like he always does.
Inside the closet in his bathroom, you grab a spare towel and washcloth stacked neatly on a shelf. You set it aside on the sink to turn on the shower, twisting the temperature dial to the hottest setting. You love showering at Jimin's; the water at home was never scalding enough for you, and the water pressure was never enough to soothe your aching muscles. Plus, his bathroom was stacked to the brim with the best of the best skincare products. You wouldnât dare catch sight of the cheap drugstore stuff you tend to reach for in here.
As the water warms up, the bathroom fills with misty steam. From the cabinet drawer, you grab a packet of nearly empty makeup remover wipes. You donât need to look in the mirror to know that you look a mess. Although you couldnât even if you wanted to, the glass is all fogged up.Â
Gently, you drag the wipe all over your face, making sure to reach every nook and cranny until your skin feels, for the most part, clean. You toss the wipe, soiled with pinks, brown, black, and a bit of shimmer, into the wastebin underneath the sink.
Now youâre ready to shower.
You eagerly welcome the hot water as it cascades over you, soaking every inch of your tired body. You take a moment to enjoy the feel of the water droplets raining over your skin. However, before long the steam from the shower begins to feel suffocating, and before you know it, your eyes are brimming with tears.Â
With every water droplet that pelts your skin, the weight of tonight feels heavier and heavier untilâ
It finally breaks you.
You curl into yourself as your body is wracked by uncontrollable sobs. Instinctively, your hands come up to cover your face, slapping over your mouth, even though youâre alone in the bathroom. It feels like youâre choking on your own breath. Throat and chest burning with how hard you try to keep your sobs in.
 You need to get out of this bathroom quick.
Vision blurred from tears, you reach for your washcloth and then Jimin's body wash. You then drench the square cloth with a generous amount of soap, the scent of lavender filling the small space. Youâre practically panting now. Every gasping breath triggers a new wave of tears. You press your lips together firmly until it hurts. You're known to be a loud crier, and you donât want to alarm Jimin.Â
Through it all, you scrub yourself clean, rinse, and do it again. But the icky feeling never goes away. In fact, it settles deep in the pit of your stomach and makes its home there. Weightless, you drop to the tile floor below, one hand clutching your stomach and the other over your chest right where your heart is, and you let yourself cry.
You cry until your throat is sore and until your eyes are bloodshot red. Until your wails have subsided into pathetic shuddering breaths that make your chest jerk. You cry until you canât physically cry anymore. Until all thatâs left is a soggy, heartbroken human on the wet shower floor.
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Like a zombie, you emerge from Jiminâs bedroom slowly and in desperate need of some fuel. The living room is quiet and dark when you step in. Your best friend sits with his back pressed against the couchâs arm, scrolling aimlessly on his phone. Awaiting on the television screen is the play menu for Shark Tale, your comfort movie. Two mugs of warm tea replace the popcorn and soda on the coffee table. Instantly you recognize the one on the right as yours. Jimin found it at a thrift shop years ago early into your friendship. He bought it because he said the bunny on the front reminded him of you. Eyes twinkling and cheeks round, as it sat in a patch of unruly wildflowers. You rolled your eyes playfully when he showed it to you, insisting that he keep it at his house, since you were there more than you were home anyway.Â
The dragging of your footsteps alerts your best friend. He looks up from his phone, gaze sleepy as his eyes settle on you. You did your best to hide the evidence of your breakdown with what limited supplies you had. Though there was nothing you could do for your bloodshot eyes and splotchy skin. If Jimin notices your disheveled appearance, he doesnât say anything.
Jimin sets his phone on the coffee table, patting the open spot on the couch next to him with a small smile. You join him without a second thought.
The sofa moans with your movement as you settle onto the plush cushion, grabbing the throw blanket to cover your chilly legs. Jiminâs basketball shorts didnât offer you much coverage. You would think that after spending so many nights here, there would be something of yours to sleep in.Â
Nonetheless, all you were privy to were a pair of too-short gym shorts and a shabby university t-shirt. You did find, however, in Jiminâs underwear drawer, a pair of your panties neatly folded and tucked in a corner. You were thankful for that.Â
When you seem comfortable enough, Jimin uses the remote to press play. The small living room area was then filled with the sound of Shark Taleâs opening scene.
The two of you watch the movie as it plays, sipping your respective mugs of tea. Itâs not nearly as tense as it was earlier, but it was still a little awkward.Â
The warm beverage alleviates some of the soreness in your throat. When you're sated and cozy enough, you set the cup back in its previous place. Beside you, Jimin clears his throat. From the corner of your eye, you can see him glance at you, the TV screen, and then back at you again. You pretend to not notice him, trying your hardest to focus on the scene of Oscar being manhandled by the twin jellyfish brothers, Ernie and Bernie.Â
 Another minute passes before Jimin finally decides to break the silence. His voice is steady and cautious when he turns to you and asks, âSo⊠what did happen tonight? With Theo?â
Eyes still trained on the screen, you fiddle with the seam of the t-shirt youâre wearing, Jiminâs t-shirt. You pinch the thin fabric, flicking it back and forth between your fingers. Soon Jimin is going to have to throw this old thing out. Not only was it sporting several sizable holes, but there were loose threads everywhere.
You shrug when you say, âI thought you didnât want to know.âÂ
Jiminâs exhale is loud, but his tone is still calm. âThatâs not what I said, and you know it. I asked what made this time different. I feel like thatâs a fair question.â Youâll give it to him; your best friend is and always has been blunt.Â
With no rebuttal, you grab your mug from the table, yet you donât take another sip from it. Instead, you rotate the ceramic in your hands, watching the liquid slosh all around.Â
âHe cheated on me again.â The way you say it so plainly is almost startling.Â
Sadly, Jiminâs demeanor doesnât change. That part heâs used to. He leans forward, as if to ask for further details without actually uttering a single word.
âHe didn't confess it to me this time; I found out.âÂ
Theo was nothing if not an excellent victim player. Since the beginning of your relationship, he could never keep any of his rendezvous to himself. Before you could even begin to suspect anything, heâd be spilling his guts to you, sparing the explicit details. Heâd cry like a baby, falling to his knees begging for your forgiveness, and by the end of it all, somehow you were the one with the heavy heart, apologizing for your shortcomings.Â
Eyes downcast, you swallow down the lump forming in your throat. If you werenât so focused on the dark-colored liquid in your mug, you would see the way Jimin freezes, his face morphing into pure disgust.Â
âWell,â you correct yourself, your voice going a little shaky, âI snatched his phone before he could delete anything. But yeah, I found the messages. All of them.âÂ
Against you will, your mind travels back to earlier in the night.Â
Your boyfriend had invited you out to dinner, a way to make it up to you for standing you up a few nights ago. There was this new restaurant in town that youâd been begging him to go to. But each time youâd ask, he would always decline, claiming that it was too expensive even though you were usually the one who paid for your meals. Thatâs why when he told you your dinner would be at this restaurant, you were overjoyed.Â
In the beginning, the dinner went wonderfully. The ambiance was romantic, live music playing in the background and a lit candle separating you two on the table. You hadnât argued at all leading up to the dinner. Not when you took a little longer to get ready, not when you put the restaurantâs address into the GPS wrong (507, not 501), and not even when you couldnât decide what you wanted to eat.Â
Everything was perfect, until it wasnât.Â
You see, your boyfriend was not the sharpest tool in the shed. Like an idiot, he left his phone faced down on the table, and throughout the night it rang and rang with incoming calls, messages, and youâre pretty sure emails. This wasnât uncommon. Your boyfriend works a taxing job. His phone was always going off as he needed to be available whenever. In fact, you wouldnât have suspected a thing if it werenât for the guilty looks heâd send your way every time the device sounded with a new message.Â
You grew fed up with his suspicious actions and snatched the phone from the table. He tries to reach for it but backs off when he gathers the attention of a couple of onlookers.Â
The contact name on the phone screen is visible, Jerryâs Pizza, but the message was hidden behind a passcode.Â
You tongue the inside of your bottom lip, fury clouding your mind. âWhy the fuck is Jerryâs Pizza texting you at,â you look towards the clock at the top of the screen. âNine p.m.?â
He huffs like he has the nerve to be upset. âIt's probably just some promo stuff.âÂ
This man must think youâre stupid. âWhatâs the passcode, Theo?â
Your boyfriend drops his fork, and the metal utensil clashes onto the porcelain. He leans back in his chair with a smug look on his face. âAre we seriously doing this right?âÂ
You swallow, teeth clenched when you hiss, âUnlock it.â
âGod _____, seriously. Weâre having a good night; donât let your insecurities ruin it.â
âUnlock the fucking phone now, or weâre done!â
When he finally does give you the passcode, youâre disappointed but not surprised. You scuff and shake your head as you read the many messages from one of the many girls heâs been hooking up with. "Unfuckingbelievable."
Fresh tears sting your eyes. âGod, Jimin. They were so fucking filthy. IâŠI didnât even know," you stop yourself, shaking your head. âIâve never heard him say things like that before.â
The look on Jiminâs face portrays exactly what he feels for you. He scoots closer to grab the mug from your shaky hands, setting it on the coffee table. Hands now free, he interlocks his fingers with yours as you continue.
That familiar wave of emotion bubbles up inside, just as furious as before. You can barely speak now, choking on your own words when you say, âTh-they were t-talking about me in themâ" you end in a hitched breath.Â
Jimin pulls you into him as you succumb again to your tears. He engulfs you with his embrace, shushing your cries and petting your hair. âShh, shh. Itâs okay, itâs okay. You donât have to say anymore.â Your best friend rocks you both back and forth, calming you with words of comfort.
He holds you as you cry, soaking the front of his shirt with your pain. He doesnât say anything, letting you release it all. You calm down after a while and separate from him.Â
Jimin leans towards you and cups your cheeks in his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumbs. In turn, you grab his wrists, seeking his comfort and closeness. âGod _____," he shakes his head, face full of nothing but sorrow. âHoney, Iâm so sorry.âÂ
Itâs your turn to shake your head now. âNot, not your fault,â you hiccup as you try to catch your breath.Â
Jimin calls your name once, and then again. When you finally open your eyes, his are pleading with yours. Briefly, your heart stutters.Â
His palms cup your cheeks. âListen to me. Theo is a fucking idiot. He does not deserve you. He never did.â When new tears fall, he wipes those away too.Â
Jimin releases a devastating sigh, shaking his head. âI hate that this happened to you.â He swallows thick, and thereâs a hopeful gleam in his eyes. âIâm just relieved youâre finally leaving him.â
His words knock you back into reality. You blink, eyes flickering away from his to stare down at the couch instead. Instinctively, your bottom lip makes its home between your teeth.Â
Jimin frowns, immediately taking note of the hesitation swimming in your features.
 â_____?â he calls, in the exact tone your mother uses when she suspects youâre hiding something from her (sheâs usually right). He leans forward, attempting to regain your eye contact, and you dodge his brown orbs. âYou are leaving him after this, right?âÂ
You don't say anything. You donât have the courage to lie right to his face, or even tell him the truth, for that matter.Â
Jiminâs exhale is long and tired. He then closes his eyes and slowly nods twice. Bitter understanding.Â
The light-haired man leans away from you, removing his hands from your face. Instinctively, you reach out for him, hands hovering in midair, but he makes no effort to appease you.
Jimin drags a hand down his face, and it makes his eyebrow hairs go askew. âPlease tell me that this is some sick joke, that youâre not actually thinking about taking him back after this.âÂ
You press your lips into a firm line. The agitation inside of you is and has been steadily building. It bubbles up and overflows when you say, âEverybody fucks up, Jimin. Some people are just better at hiding it.âÂ
Jimin scuffs as he shakes his head, standing up from the sofa. Running both hands through his hair, he chuckles in disbelief. The hollow, humorless rumble sends a shiver down your spine.
 "Unfuckingbelievable,â he unknowingly echoes the same word you said earlier in the night. âI canât believe youâre making excuses for him. Still!âÂ
You shoot up too, quick and agitated, planting your hands on your hips. âAll relationships have their problems, Jimin! Thatâs just the way it is. When I go home, weâll talk, and Iâll fiâwe'll fix it. We always do.â Thereâs uncertainty in the way you say it. Like youâre trying to convince yourself as well as him.
The sour look heâs giving you right now makes you want to flick his forehead, dead right in the center where that stupid vein is protruding.Â
âGod, I didnât come here for a damn lecture. I wouldâve gone to my parentsâ for all that.â Jimin shrugs at you like he doesnât care, and you know he doesnât. It pisses you off even more.
Anyone who knows Jimin knows that your best friend is a caring man. A kind, gentle soul, as your mother liked to call him. He wouldnât hesitate to give the shirt off his back to his greatest enemy (which he does not have) if they were in need. Thatâs just the type of person your best friend was. The love that Jimin had for you was undeniable. You know heâd do anything for you because heâs proven it to you time and time again. But you learned quickly in your friendship that Jimin tolerates bullshit from no one. He has had no problem with putting anyone in their place, including you. Particularly when it came to your unstable relationship.Â
 Your glare is harsh, words provoking when you spit, "Especially not one coming from you.âÂ
Jiminâs eyebrows shoot so far up, they're nearly hidden by his grown-out bangs. He smirks like heâs ready for a challenge. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
This time, you shrug. âYouâre in no position to be passing judgments on my relationship, considering your track record.â The words tasted just as bitter leaving your mouth as they did hearing them said aloud.Â
Jiminâs expression turns stone cold, but his smirk doesnât waver. âMy track record.â
You donât spare him an opportunity to clapback. If you were judging correctly, you had the upper hand in this argument, and you needed to keep your momentum.Â
âDonât even pretend to be shocked, Mr. âI canât keep a girl longer than a week before Iâm bored and ready to hop on the next available piece of ass.
Jimin doesnât say anything for a moment, and you can see his Adam's apple bobble when he swallows. âItâs like that, huh?â
âOh, itâs exactly like that. Youâre no better than he is."
You shouldâve known you were in trouble when his smirk grew wider. âYou see, thatâs where youâre wrong, _____,â he taunts, wagging his pointer finger at you. It triggers your eye twitch.Â
âI've treated every single booty call better than that man has ever treated you since you started dating.â He points an accusatory finger at you. âUnlike your shitty boyfriend, I know how to properly conduct myself.âÂ
Your jaw is clenched tight, and your eyes are narrowed into furious slits. âBullshit.â
He takes a step closer to you, and your stance is unwavering. âYeah?â
"Yeah, Jimin, thatâs bullshit, and you know it. Iâve seen how you treat those girls. Love them one day, fuck them the next, and then you're done, ready for a new one. It takes a dog to know one, Jimin,â you retort, arms folded over your chest with an eyebrow arched.Â
âDonât even pull that shit with me, _____. I make sure whoever Iâm dealing with knows exactly what theyâre getting into. They knew that being in a relationship was not my end goal. I just wanted to fuck around, and they were fine with that.âÂ
You scuff. âAnd they were fine with you just dropping them for the next, like itâs nothing!?â
Jimin laughs high and loud, though thereâs no humor behind the sound. His eyes are blown wide, both hands in his hair. He looks exactly how you feel, crazy.
âGod _____! What donât you understand? Iâm fucking single; I can do that! Your boyfriend is not! But for some reason he acts like he is!â Jiminâs words are booming, bouncing off the living room walls between you. Pretty soon you think the neighbors will come knocking with the police, and you hope that doesnât happen because the elderly couple next door is very sweet.
The shock on your face had to be laughable. Throughout your entire friendship, Jimin has never raised his voice at you, not once.Â
How dare he yell at you like that? You arenât a child!
 Your mouth flies open, ready to shoot back with something, anything just from the sheer volume of his voice. But just as quickly as your lips fall open, they shut. Jiminâs words settle over you like ice, cooling down your temperament as your brain processes what heâs saying. Â
Thereâs practically smoke coming from Jiminâs ears as he continues. âIâve never kept anyone on edge all day waiting for a simple text to let them know Iâm okay. Nor have I played on their insecurities to better justify my own. Iâve never fucked someone else while I was dealing with another woman, even if we weren't in a committed relationship because Iâm a decent human being.âÂ
Your heart hammers in your chest as you shift your gaze away from his to your sock-clad feet. A silent admittal of defeat, but Jimin doesnât stop.
âI donât make them feel worthless, like they arenât my equal, like Iâm more deserving of respect." He comes in closer, so close that you can feel his breath on your face with every word. âHow dare you even have the audacity to compare me to him? You couldnât count on him to attend his own funeral. But whoâs always there when you need them?âÂ
You donât dare answer.Â
âMe! Iâm there! Every late-night call, every text message, every single time you need me, Iâm always there. Always! Picking up the broken pieces that he leaves behind without a single fuck given.âÂ
With an icy glare, he leans in until the tips of your noses are nearly touching. âIâm not anything like him. Iâll never be.âÂ
You exhale the breath you hadnât even realized youâd been holding as Jimin brushes past you, just barely missing your shoulder. Heâd never hurt you deliberately, no matter how upset with you he is. Though you kind of wish he did. After the unjustified nasty attitude youâve had with him tonight, you kind of wish he would just curse you out a little, throw you a few extra insults, and send you home to your cheating boyfriend. Then perhaps his compassion wouldnât make you feel so sick to your stomach.Â
Maybe thatâs the exact thinking thatâs gotten you into this mess in the first place.Â
What are you supposed to do now?Â
âFuck,â you exhale with your head tossed back.
 At this angle, youâre face to face with the popcorn ceiling. God, you hate popcorn ceilings; they remind you of long, humid summer nights at your grandmaâs unair-conditioned house in the country. Feeding feisty chickens and milking cows for two and a half months straight.
It makes your neck ache, but in this position on the edge of the couch, you ponder. Not just about your argument with Jimin, but everything youâve been through. The disaster of tonight, your entire relationship with Theo, and all the lying, cheating, and sneaking. The heartbreaks he puts you through time and time again. Then finally your friendship with Jimin. Seemingly the only piece of stability in your life for God knows how long.Â
You think about it all until the credits of your abandoned comfort movie start rolling. Begrudgingly, you reach over to grab the t.v. remote, shutting off the device with a simple click of a button. Instantly, darkness engulfs the living room. Briefly, you ponder sleeping right there on the couch, but you know your back would hate you for it, and more importantly, you need to fix this mess with Jimin. You donât want to, but you make the short trek back toward the room at the end of the hall.Â
You stop just before the doorway, peering into the bedroom. The courage you built up suddenly depleted.Â
Moonlight streams in through the cracked blinds, the only source of light, neatly illuminating the room in linear streaks. Jimin sits on the edge of the bed with his head hanging low, drained, between his shoulders, elbows planted firmly on his knees. The long sleeves of his shirt are rolled up now, exposing the veins in his forearms that jump with every clench of his fingers. Youâre not sure how long heâs been sitting like that, but it looks like he hasnât moved in a while.
Through his long bangs, you can see the worn expression on his faceâeyes squeezed shut, nibbling at both lips. Your heart shatters at the sight. For a moment, it feels like heâs the one thatâs just been cheated on, not you.Â
You take in a deep breath as you step into the dark bedroom. The floorboards creak beneath you, alerting Jimin of your presence. His keen sense of hearing. Like a hawk stalking its prey, Jiminâs gaze never falters as he watches, silently calculating your every move. Are you coming as a friend or a foe ready for more?Â
Though uninvited, you settle onto the made bed next to him. You inhale deep through your nose. The faint scent of the lavender shower gel you used earlier still lingers in the air.Â
âIâm sorry,â you start. You wait for a moment, giving Jimin the opportunity to say anything, but he lets you continue. âIâm sorry for the way Iâve been acting towards you.â You shake your head. âFuck, Iâm so sorry, Jimin. You didnât deserve any of it. Iâ" You pause, rapidly blinking away unshed tears. Dammit, youâve already cried so much tonight; you donât feel like another headache.
Jimin grabs your open palm lying between you and gives your hand an encouraging squeeze. It gives you the strength to finish. âI shouldn't have been so snappy with you tonight, especially since you were just trying to help me.â You swallow the lump in your throat. âAnd Iâm genuinely sorry for always dumping my bullshit relationship problems onto you. Itâs not fair. IâI donât know.â
 You shake your head, squeezing Jiminâs hand in return. âI just want you to know that I really, really do appreciate everything that you do for me. I know that I donât show it enough, and I apologize for that.â A lone tear tickles your cheek as it trails down your face, soaking a tiny spot on your t-shirt. You wipe away the wetness with your free hand. âFrom the bottom of my heart, I love you, Jimin, so so much.âÂ
You donât possess a way with words like Jimin does. That silent charm that wraps people in comfort, alleviating any and all of their worries. Your only hope is that Jimin can at least feel what youâre trying to convey.
âI love you too,â he whispers, his voice watery and thick. You donât doubt a single word. âBut thatâs not why Iâm upset.â Your brows knit together in confusion.Â
Jimin looks off to the side, like heâs carefully contemplating what heâs trying to express. âIâm not upset with you for needing me, _____. Iâd never be upset because of that. We lean on each other; we support each other. That's what makes us a team. There have been plenty of times when youâve been there for me too. Itâs what we do.âÂ
You shake your head. âI donât...â
Jimin sighs, clenching his pants at the knee. What he wants to say sits at the tip of his tongue. His tone is firm when he declares, âTheo does not deserve you.â
You close your eyes as you nod your agreement. âI know that, Jimin.â
âBut do you though? Seriously, _____. I donât think you do.âÂ
"I do, Jimin. I know, I really do. I'mâ"
 âCanât you see that my heart is broken for you?"Â
Any excuse you had ready for him dies right there in your throat. You blink your eyes open, and when you look at him, really look at him, itâs all you can see.
 Itâs written in the way his shoulders slump with defeat. The way he fiddles with his fingers clasping and unclasping his hands. Itâs in the way his chocolatey brown eyes, usually warm and inviting, are downcast and wet with unshed tears. In fact, you can barely keep his gaze because the emotion there is so intense.Â
 âThroughout your entire relationship, Iâve watched you be there for him, constantly giving him your all until there is nothing left. And at the end of the day, what does he leave you with?â Â
Your best friend doesnât wait for you to answer.
Jimin scuffs, dark espresso eyes shiny with tears. âAgony. Insecurities that eat at you every day _____.â He clutches his shirt, right where his heart is. âIt devastates me.â
Fuck, how could you have been so blind? So wrapped up in your own problems that you failed to notice how it was affecting Jimin. He has always felt so deeply. Of course, when youâre hurt, he hurts too.Â
âWhy do you love him?âÂ
Like a fish out of water, your mouth opens and shuts, only able to produce stuttering breaths.Â
The next question that comes from him is barely above a whisper. âWhy canât you leave him?â
"Becauseâ" The word rushes out of you quicker than your mind could process it. Your eyes bulge as you slap your hands over your mouth.
âBecause what?â He rushes, successfully tugging your hands away from your face.Â
You pinch the frayed hem of your t-shirt. âForget it, Jimin. Itâs nothing.â
Your best friend shakes his head, his thick hair moving with him. âDonât do that. Tell me. Please, _____.âÂ
 You try to fight it, you really do, because once you say it, thereâs no going back. Itâll become real, and it wonât just belong to you anymore. It sits on the tip of your tongue, waiting for the perfect moment to break free.Â
When Jimin calls your name, you look up to meet his gaze. His eyes are pleading with yours, filled with misery as they silently beg for an answer. âPlease.â
Fuck it. If thereâs anyone in this world you could spill your deepest secret to, it would without a doubt be Jimin. One of the few people on this world who you trust wholly.
âBecause Jimin, if I leave him, then whoâs going to love me?âÂ
It grows silent, as if your words shatter the tension in the air surrounding you.
To finally say it aloud feels like a major relief. A thousand-pound weight being lifted off of your shoulders. Consequently, at the same time, thereâs a dreadful sinking feeling deep within you. A sick feeling that you've been trying to fight for too long. The admission was devastating but desperately needed. Maybe now, the journey to solving the root of this vulnerability can finally begin.
Jiminâs lips pull into a deep frown before he whispers your name. âIs thatâŠreally what you think? That youâre unloveable?â
If there was one thing Theo knew how to do well, it was keeping you humble. It started off subtle. A joke or two here and there, always defining him as the central point of your life. Youâd laugh it off every time, never quite able to detect the subliminal honesty. For a while, it continued on like that, until it built into something blatant.Â
It didnât take long for you to actually start believing that. No other man in their right mind would want a woman so damaged by their own insecurities. You thought that he truly was the sole person that you could rely on. Thankfully, Jimin was always there to prove him wrong at least a little. But, as far as romance went, forget it. There was no one better for you than him.Â
You chuckle solemnly. âNo one is going to put up with me, Jimin."Â
Your best friend sighs. He lets go of your hand, standing from the bed. For a moment, you think heâs ready for another fight. But you donât have it in you to argue again. Much to your surprise, he gets down on one knee and then both, kneeling down in front of you.Â
 A startled gasp sneaks through your lips. âUh, Mini?â you whisper, slightly panicked.
Jimin grasps both of your hands in his. He licks his bottom lip, and your eyes follow the pink of his tongue. âLet me,â he whispers, a determined look in his eyes.Â
You blink dazedly at him. âWhat?â
âLet me love you." He confirms exactly what you thought he said. âJust for tonight.âÂ
You sputter, pulling back slightly, though you donât let go of his hands. âJimin, thatâs notâ" You shake your head. âDo you know what youâre asking? Whereâs this even coming from?â
Jimin chortles, rubbing the backs of your hands with his thumbs. "It's always been there. From the moment we met, I knew I wanted you. But at that time, I was in no place to be in a relationship.âÂ
You arch a brow. âAnd now you are?â
âShut up." Jimin nudges your knee as you bite down on your bottom lip, suppressing your grin.
âIâm not asking for a relationship.â He then wiggles his eyebrows at you when he says, âAt least not right now anyway.âÂ
Jimin squeaks when you dig your socked toe into the meat of his thigh. He grips your foot in his hand, restricting you from delivering anymore nudges.Â
âBe serious,â you chide, even though the smile on your lips has spread wider. âAre you⊠really into me?â
Jimin grins, his pretty teeth on full display. âIn more ways than one. All I need is one night. One night to give you what you truly deserve. Let me love you how you shouldâve been a long time ago.â
The thrill that bubbles up inside you is dangerous. Itâs a foreign feeling, one that you don't recall ever experiencing before. But, oh, it is so welcomed. Then, a sudden wave of realization halts your excitement. A major bump in the road.Â
Your boyfriend.
You almost donât want to say it, afraid that it might ruin the exhilaration in the air. The question comes out strained with a touch of hesitancy. âWhat about Theo?âÂ
But Jimin shrugs like he doesnât have a single care in the world. âWhat about him? Heâs had his fun.âÂ
Jimin lets go of your hands, and you frown at the loss of contact. Itâs short-lived, however, when his firm grip takes hold of the backs of your legs, making you gasp.Â
His breath hitches at the sound of your satisfaction when he caresses you there, thumbs working overtime to unknot your tense muscles. You sigh, relaxing under his touch. Slowly, as if time isnât of the essence, he runs his hands all the way down your legs until his fingertips reach the heels of your feet. At the same leisurely pace, he drags his digits up until they brush over your inner things, bunching up the thin material of your basketball shorts.Â
 âIsnât it time you have a little of your own?â
You have to consider Jiminâs words carefully. Thereâs so much at stake if you agree. For one, your friendship with Jimin will never be the same. Though you suppose, he kind of set that in motion already with his little impromptu love confession.Â
The greatest damage done will be to your relationship. No matter how you try to spin it, sleeping with Jimin tonight will make you a cheater, betraying your boyfriend in the same way that has left you with a sizable hole in your heart.Â
Wonât that just make you a hypocrite in the end? Did you even have that kind of promiscuity in you?
Apparently it lied dormant inside you, because as quickly as the doubt comes, it dissipates. Just like that, your mind rationalizes the decision.Â
Whatâs the harm in indulging for just one night? After all, itâll be with your best friend, someone youâve known for years and trust with your life. Not with some random man you met at some sketchy club or bar.
 If Theo can do it, why canât you?
Instead of using words to respond, you let your body do the talking. With ease, you wrap your legs around his middle, pulling your best friend forward. Jimin lets out a surprised huff as he collides with your front, his face mere centimeters from your braless breasts. The surprise on his face is quickly replaced with enthusiasm as he admires the pillowy mounds displayed casually in front of him.Â
You wrap your arms around his neck, and with as much courage as you could muster, you simply request, âShow me.âÂ
The grin that breaks out on Jiminâs face is infectious. A manifestation of pure joy. Thinking back as hard as you can, you canât remember a recent time when youâve seen him look so happy.Â
He takes your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, hooded gaze flickering from your eyes then to your mouth and back to your eyes again. His thumb sits there for a moment, caressing your skin as his eyes scan across your face in a way that you could only describe as admiring. When he seems fulfilled enough, Jimin tilts your face down, guiding you towards him, and you let your eyes flutter shut. As the anticipation builds, your heart hammers beneath your ribcage. You can practically hear the thumping in your ears.Â
But then thereâs a pause so pregnant that it has you blinking your eyes open in confusion. If you werenât nervous before, you certainly were now. Did you do something wrong?
You pull back slightly, just enough so that you can see Jiminâs face. Your best friend looks slightly hesitant. A gleam of uncertainty shines in his brown orbs, like he canât believe you actually said yes.Â
âJimin,â you urge, the tenderness in your voice easing his nerves, and you try your hardest to ignore yours. âKiss me, please.âÂ
The blonde man doesnât need any further encouragement. Jimin closes the small gap between you, slotting his mouth together with yours.Â
This is not the first time you and Jimin have kissed. That was years ago, back in your freshman year of college in your tiny dorm room after too many shots of illegally purchased Fireball. Surprisingly, even with your heavily intoxicated mind, you remember that day like it happened yesterday. The way you could barely keep yourselves upright, your bodies feeling too heavy and sluggish. Or how you both giggled and bantered throughout the entire ordeal, the alcohol refusing to let you take it seriously.Â
You just donât remember it feeling so damn good.
Jiminâs lips are soft when they press to yours, coated in a thin layer of chapstick. He takes his time when he kisses you like heâs always wanted to. Every peck, brush, and pressure was deliberate. Slow and searing. He needed to savor the moment, afraid of what he might miss if he went too fast. Youâre not sure if youâve ever been kissed like this before.Â
With an unprecedented eagerness, you welcome the taste of him, a faint raspberry with a hint of mint. His favorite herbal tea. The same kind he always made for you after a taxing night. The plush feel of his lips has you humming in satisfaction, legs squeezing tighter around his middle. Jimin grunts, fingertips gripping the soft flesh of your thighs.Â
Together, your lips work in near-perfect harmony, trading almost silent gasps and breathless sighs between each other. Noting what you liked, what you loved, and what you could probably do without.Â
Jimin presses into you firmer, the hand holding your chin coming up to cradle the back of your neck. He licks at your bottom lip, begging for entry that you so graciously grant, letting your mouth fall open wider. The wet muscle of his tongue glides expertly over yours, and your nipples perk beneath your t-shirt. With every breath you take, the sensitive buds press harder into your best friendâs chest.Â
Jimin's free hand grips your hip to pull you impossibly closer. A shudder wracks your body when your covered center unexpectedly meets the solid muscle hidden under his shirt. The corners of his lips twitch upwards into a smirk, clearly enjoying the evident effect he has on you.
"Damn." Jimin pulls back with a wet smack, gasping for breath. Brain foggy from the kiss, you chase his mouth with yours, craving the feel of him back on you. Jimin waits until youâre close, and then he pulls back. The groan you emit signifies your displeasure, letting your mouth fall into a frown.
He giggles at your enthusiasm, and he shakes his head naughtily at you. You lick your lips as you watch him with what youâre sure are hungry eyes.Â
Jimin reaches a hand behind him, gripping the collar of his shirt. With a quick tug, he pulls the garment over and off, tossing it somewhere on the floor behind him.Â
You lean back on your hands, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth. The mattress sinks under your palms with the weight. Unabashedly, you take in the sight of your best friend, scanning over the muscled, toned lines that define his body. An appreciative hum tumbles past your lips, and you nod your approval.Â
Has your best friend always been so ripped?Â
Jimin chuckles at your reaction. A quick brush of his fingers pushes his thick bangs off of his forehead, leaving his blemish-free skin on full display.
âLike what you see?â He asks breathily, even though he already knows the answer. Under the basketball shorts, his fingers trail up and down the sides of your bare thighs. The ticklish sensation makes you tremble just slightly.Â
âMm, not too bad." You feign nonchalance and shrug, eyeballing the necklace adorning his thick neck. You canât wait to have the shiny silver dangling over your face when he fucâ
âOw!â You yelp when Jimin pinches the skin there, not enough to leave a mark but just enough for you to feel it.Â
He pulls you in close again, your foreheads nearly touching. âWatch yourself,â he warns in a firm whisper, thumb caressing the tender spot. His warm breath hits your chin with every word. âOr you wonât get to have any fun later.âÂ
His words, the tone he used with you, almost soundedâŠmean? But for some strange reason it doesnât alarm you. In fact, it mightâve even turned you on a little if the wet patch forming in your panties was anything to go by.Â
Jimin captures you in another passionate kiss, this one more dynamic than the first. He wastes no time slipping his tongue back in, licking and sucking his presence in your mouth. A gentle hand cradles the back of your head, pulling you in close and keeping you there. You keep up as best as you can, mirroring his actions with your own. You may not be as experienced as Jimin, but the way he was gripping every part of youâyour shirt, the back of your neck, and your handsâdesperate to keep you close reassures you that you were doing just fine.Â
Every brush of his lips, flick of his tongue, and airy whine from his mouth smothered by yours makes you dizzier by the second.Â
When you both pull back, lungs burning from your lack of oxygen, breathy pants fill the warm, quiet air. You were virtually frozen earlier, but the bedroom has grown far too hot now.Â
âFuck,â Jimin groans. He smiles unbelievably to himself, shaking his head. âThereâs so much I want to do with you tonight.â Like a bobble head, you nod in certain agreement. He then captures your eyes in a heated gaze, the hunger in his eyes undeniable. He licks at his kiss-swollen lips, and your eyes follow every movement.Â
âCan I take care of you? Will you let me, baby?â
âYes, yes, please.âÂ
Jiminâs chuckle sends a delighted shiver down your spine. Taking the hem, he frees you from the confines of your t-shirt, pulling the fabric off of you with ease. When he tosses it, it lands somewhere on the bed behind you.Â
Your nipples stand firm and proud, already pebbled from your heated kiss with Jimin. He practically salivates at the sight of them, running the wet muscle of his mouth back and forth over his plump bottom lip. You know that heâs always been a boobs man, but the fact that your boobs were the cause of his content had a bit of pride swelling in your chest. It feels incredible to be wanted so unabashedly.
Jimin reaches up, his hand hovering over your left breast. âMay I?â He asks, eyes flickering up to gauge your reaction.Â
You swallow down your anticipation. âIf you donât, I feel like I might explode.â
Jimin hums, and his smile is sincere. âWe canât have that now, can we?"
You sigh, breath stuttering when he strokes his thumb over your erect nipple. With his other hand, he cups your right breast. Heavy and squishy, it fills his left palm, your stiff bud grazing his skin. When he squeezes your boob, gentle and cautious, your thighs squeeze together in response, the dull ache between your legs becoming increasingly more difficult to ignore.Â
âBeautiful,â Jimin whispers, pinching the hardened peak with his thumb and pointer finger. You donât say anything; you canât say anything with how hard youâre biting down on your bottom lip. Your best friend leans down to pepper a trail of kisses across the plane of your chest, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He then flattens his tongue, licking a stripe between the valley of your breasts, and blows on the wet skin. You cradle the back of his head, tangling your fingers in the blonde locks.Â
âOh!â you gasp when he engulfs your nipple with the wet warmth of his mouth, reflexively tugging at his hair. Jimin groans from the action, the vibrations from his delight traveling from your nipple straight down to your cunt. His tongue flicks in rapid successions over your nipple before circling your areola. In his other hand, he rolls and tugs your right nipple, still pinched between his fingers.Â
The simultaneous assaults on your sensitive buds have your head reeling. The discomfort between your thighs was no longer dull but immense. Your pussy flutters around nothing, steadily soaking your panties with arousal.
âJimin,â you mewl, eyes slamming shut when his teeth graze just barely over your stiff peak. When he sucks, the pressure creates stars beneath your eyelids. Your mouth drops open in a silent gasp, eyebrows pinching together. It makes your spine arch, further thrusting your chest into his mouth.
Your breast bounces back into place when he releases your nipple from his mouth. Every quick breath from his mouth cast over your stiff peak, chilling the wet, heated skin.Â
You take a moment to catch your breath, but as soon as you inhale, the air is knocked from your lungs again when he sucks the skin of your left breast into his eager mouth. Pleasure explodes over your breast as Jimin marks you with his love bite. Satisfied with his work, he kisses the prominent bruise before he sucks your left nipple into his mouth, giving it the same attention as he did the first.Â
Squirming under his keen affection, your hips jut forward to collide with his abs. It offers a brief smidge of relief, but not nearly enough. The ache emitting from your center was absolutely unbearable. Trapped behind too many layers of clothing, your clit was begging to be rubbed.Â
You loosen your grip on the comforter, snaking your hand between your bodies down toward your wetness. Just as your fingers breach the waistband of your shorts, Jimin captures your wrist in his hand before interlocking his fingers with yours. You cry out in frustration, and you feel Jimin smirk around a mouthful of your tit. When he releases your nipple with a wet pop, a thin string of his saliva connects you.
It continues on like that for what feels to you like forever. Jimin ravages your breasts, alternating between your nipples, licking, sucking, and nibbling to his heartâs content. Hickeys now litter your chest, a bold yet beautiful display of his insatiable desire. You wonât dare to wear any low-cut top or dress for at least a week. By the end, your cunt is still untouched and practically weeping, confined by your soaked panties and basketball shorts.
When Jimin is finally satisfied, he releases your tit, and your chest is wracked with heaving breaths. He leans forward to peck you once on the lips and then once more. âLie back,â he whispers against your lips, a hand on your shoulder guiding you to lay flat on his bed. You follow his command, maneuvering so that youâre in a comfortable position on his bed. Youâre not quite sure what to do with your hands, letting them rest on your stomach.Â
Jimin hooks his fingers in the waistband of your shorts, tugging them past the thickness of your thighs then down the rest of your legs. On the floor, they drop in a heap in front of him.Â
A sharp intake of breath comes from Jimin, and you prop yourself up on your elbows. Your best friend, still on his knees before you, is face to face with your panty-clad pussy. That sinful tongue of his makes another appearance, and you make a mental note to buy him a new chapstick later.Â
When he whistles appreciatively, your body flushes. âDamn,â he mutters, a finger tracing down your slit. The wet fabric sticks uncomfortably to your skin, molding itself to the shape of your slick folds.
 âYouâre soaked, baby.â Jimin leans down to plant a firm kiss on your lips, and when he realigns himself, there's a slight sheen coating his mouth.Â
âJimin,â you whine, coated with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. Heâs got you leaking like a fucking waterfall, and all heâs done was play with your tits.Â
âOkay, okay,â Jimin chuckles, finally removing your panties from your hips. The dampened fabric joins your bottoms on the floor. You shudder, wet skin greeted by the warm bedroom air.Â
 âHush your whining.âÂ
Without warning, he licks a slow, broad stripe up your slit, stopping just below your needy clit. Along the way, he collects your juices on his tongue, savoring the heady taste. A strangled moan escapes you as your head falls back between your shoulders.Â
Jimin groans from the sheer taste of you, his eyes fluttering shut. His tastebuds are trembling with delight. Youâre more delectable than he could have ever imagined. Heâs positive he can never eat another pussy ever again; he doesnât want to eat another pussy ever again. Your juices have saturated his tongue, forever claiming his mouth as yours.Â
Jimin grips the meat of your thighs, pushing them up to your chest to allow himself a clear shot at your pussy. You hook your hands underneath your knees, keeping the position he put you in. It gives you the perfect view to watch Jimin feast on your weeping sex.
His smirk is dangerous when he purrs, âHold on tight, pretty.âÂ
He wastes no time burying himself between your thighs, moaning when your essence graces his tongue again. You cry out, toes curling when the thick muscle flicks over your winking entrance.Â
âOh fuck, fuck!â Your eyes flutter shut, rolling behind your closed eyelids.Â
His mouth works diligently against you, his wet tongue heavy as it drags over and then through your folds, further soaking your wetness with his saliva. The sound of it is vulgar, reminiscent of someone mixing a larger bowl of mac and cheese. It makes you gasp, body heated in a blush.Â
"Yes, Jimin," you shiver, elbows going shaky beneath you. Your fingers grip where you hold your shaky legs up for him, crescent moon shapes indenting your skin. Jimin hums, sucking your labia into his heated mouth. Your hips buck once, twice, and he releases them with a wet pop.Â
You fall back against the plush bed, arms weakened by the immense pleasure. Your hips have a mind of their own, canting forward chasing the euphoric feeling of his mouth, and he so graciously gives it to you. Your breathing is shattered. Shaky moans and excitable squeals tumble past your parted lips, echoing off the walls of his once quiet bedroom.Â
Jimin flattens his tongue, shaking his head from side to side. His mop of fair hair, gone messy from your tugging, tickles your inner thighs with the movement. He eats your pussy like a man starved. Like itâs the last meal heâll ever have on this Earth. Even when his face is stuffed in your heat, his senses completely overtaken by the smell, feel, and taste of you, he canât fucking get enough. He doesnât think he ever will.
Every flutter of your empty walls sends another syrupy gush of your arousal, soaking his face and the bedsheets beneath you. You can hardly breathe as Jimin drinks you up, taking everything you give him, his lips greedy when it slurps at your leaky opening.Â
It's so messy and so fucking wet.
When Jimin pulls away, his mouth and chin are shiny with his efforts. He sighs contentedly as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, panting like heâs the one getting the best head of his life instead of you. He breathes, âYouâre so juicy, baby.âÂ
Hypnotized by you, he delves back in, effortlessly parting your folds with his soaked tongue, licking up and down, up and around, but never where you need him the most. Where your ache is the most ferocious.
âJimin,â you practically sob, heart hammering in your chest. Unshed tears have begun to collect at your waterline. God, it was good, so fucking good, but you might die if he doesnât get his mouth on your clit soon.Â
âPlease, I-I need,â but you break off into a choked whine when his nose bumps your clit, the only bit of stimulation itâs gotten all night.Â
Jimin detaches from your pussy with a wet pop. Hooded eyes glance up to meet yours. There's a hint of a smirk on his lips. The corners of his mouth lifted just barely. He was clearly enjoying the torture he was putting you through.Â
âWhat was that, baby?âÂ
"My," you plead, voice watery and thick. âI need, my-you..." You hesitate, cheeks burning with what you want to say but canât quite bring yourself to do it.Â
Jimin steals the words right from your throat. âYou need me to suck that pretty, little clit?âÂ
You swallow thickly, nodding before you can respond. âI need it.â You watch as Jiminâs jaw ticks and the grip he has on your hips goes tighter.
 âSay it." There's a tilt in his voice thatâs unfamiliar to you. You canât quite put your finger on it.Â
Your eyes bulge. It's humorous how quickly the fog clears from your brain. âWhat?â
âI want to hear you say it. Tell me what you need.âÂ
âJimin,â you whine, kicking your leg in frustration. Your body heats as it floods with embarrassment. âAre you serious?âÂ
Jimin smiles wickedly, pearly whites on full display. âSay it, _____. Or we stop right here.âÂ
âI uh, I need you to..."
Thereâs an amused glint in his eyes when he lifts his eyebrows, watching for you to continue. He plans a kiss at your inner thigh in encouragement.Â
Your inhale is deep, pride tossed out of the window when you plead, âI need you to suck my clit, Jimin."
When he sees the desperation in your eyes, deep espresso connecting with yours over the plane of your quivering stomach, he loses it. You sob when his mouth engulfs your needy bud wholly. Your fingers scramble, letting go of our legs to tangle in his blonde strands, pulling tight. Jimin groans, and the vibrations shoot straight through your clit to the very tips of your toes. He holds you down himself, pinning your thighs to your chest, rendering you helpless to his merciless suction.Â
The tip of his tongue circles your clit, quick and firm. âGod yes!â You moan when his lips wrap tight around your swollen bud to suck incessantly. Back arching from the bed, toes curling in the open air, tears finally leak from the corners of your eyes, trailing down your temples.Â
When he slips his finger in and then another, knuckle-deep, your slick walls grip him up instantly. They pulse around the slim digits, drawing him in deeper. He didnât even need to move; the pressure alone sent you over the edge, crashing headfirst into euphoria.Â
When you cum, itâs not shrill and elegant like those well-produced pornos youâve watched before. Itâs deep and guttural as it blossoms from the pit of your stomach until it rattles through you, seizing your body. Your muscles tighten, thighs quivering around his head as he delivers wave after pleasurable wave with his soaked tongue and fingers.Â
And Jimin loves every second of it.
He doesnât let up, even after youâve cum. Itâs not until youâre whining, pushing weakly at his head, that he takes mercy on you, pulling away after one final kiss to your spent pussy.Â
Vision still teary, you blink up at the ceiling, lying there in disbelief and panting as you try to catch your breath. Reaching a hand up, you wipe away the tiny beads of sweat that have collected at your hairline.Â
Below you hear Jimin finally rise from the floor, but you make no attempt to get up, still spent from your amazing orgasm. Thereâs some rummaging, the sound of clothes hitting the ground, and then the bed dips with Jiminâs weight. He clambers over to you, covering your body with his. You welcome his added heat, arms weakly coming up to wrap themselves around his neck.
He smiles down at you, eyes flickering all across your face, soaking in your post-orgasm haze. His touch is gentle when he brushes stray hair away from your sweaty forehead.Â
âHey you,â he greets, leaning down to give you an Eskimo kiss.Â
You trace a finger down the slope of his jaw down to his chin before you cradle his cheek in your palm. âHey yourself." You smile back, voice slightly hoarse.Â
âHow are you feeling?âÂ
You swallow, licking at the dryness on your lips. Your grin is sincere when you say, âI feel amazing. Youâre really good at that, you know.âÂ
Jimin giggles, interlocking his fingers with yours to kiss the back of your hand. With his thumb he strokes the skin.Â
âThank you, Jimin.âÂ
Your best friend leans down to capture you in a gentle kiss. Your tongue darts out to swipe across his lip, dipping inside to taste yourself on his tongue. You pull away, satisfied and a little breathless.
 âOf course. Itâs what you deserve.â
You hum, tracing a finger from his sternum down to the ridges that make up his abs. He shivers under your feather-light touch. âDo I maybe deserve a little something else?â You tilt your head to meet his gaze.Â
Jimin raises his eyebrows at you. A playful gleam in his eyes. âA little something like?â He trails off.
You hold his eye contact, and with your free hand, you reach down between his legs to take hold of his stiffened member. Jimin gasps, shutting his eyes tight. Heâs heavy in your palm, his skin smooth and warm to the touch. He mustâve been hard for quite some time
âYeah,â Jimin nods, breath knocked from his lungs when you squeeze the base of his cock. âI think that can be arranged.â
You hum, working your hand over his stiff rod. He grunts when your strokes come faster, his freehand fisting the sheets beside him. âJust like that, pretty,â he encourages, and you do exactly as youâre told.Â
You soak in how beautiful he looks in ecstasy. The way his thick brows pinch with every stroke. How his plush lips fall open, unleashing sounds just as pretty as he is. Delicate yet husky. Your favorite part is the way his stomach muscles quake with the effort of holding himself up.Â
âFuck, baby,â Jimin moans as your wrist flicks upwards, from base to head.Â
When you glide your fingers across his reddened tip, your digits slicking with his precum, a hand claps over your wrist, restricting your movements.Â
His eyes bore into yours, his voice strained when he breathes, âIf you donât stop, Iâll come, and I donât want to yet. Not until Iâm inside you.â
You shiver, exhilaration rattling your bones. âThen, what are you waiting for?âÂ
You allow Jimin to position your body until youâre lying on your side. When he assures you that you're comfortable, he comes up behind you, slotting his chest to your back. You lean into him, comforted by the feel of his own heart thrumming in his chest. Nerves and excitement are coursing through his veins as well, anticipating what is to come. Your senses heighten at the feel of his hard cock nestled between your ass cheeks.
He leans in to kiss the plump of your cheek before reaching behind himself to retrieve a condom from inside his nightstand.Â
You stop him, a quick, gentle hand on his thigh. âCan you⊠I want you to fuck me raw.âÂ
A muttered curse from behind makes you grin. â_____, are you sure?âÂ
You nod, thighs rubbing together, the heat between your legs intensifying at the mere thought. âI want to feel all of you. Is that okay?âÂ
âFuck, yeah, thatâs okay." Jimin doesnât need much convincing to agree. He just needs to get inside you quick. His hand slides from your hip to your thigh, cupping underneath your knee to prop your leg up and open enough.
 âTell me if itâs too much,â he whispers, cockhead sliding through your slippery folds to nudge at your needy clit.
You gasp, reaching a hand up to tangle in the hair on the back of his head. âIâm fine, Mini." You roll your hips back, seeking more of that delicious pressure on your pearl. Your teeth clench in a hiss when he bumps it again. âJust please fuck me.â
You watch, eyes eager as Jimin slides in without much resistance, filling you up to the brim. It knocks the air from your lungs. Heâs so incredibly thick, thicker than any other dick youâve taken before. It feels like heâs splitting you open in the best way possible.Â
Jimin groans, engulfed by your soaked warmth. His body flushes, one hand fisting the bedsheets, the other with a vice grip on your hip. Quick short pants slip past his mouth to coat the shell of your ear.
You spread your legs wider, the propped one coming to hook behind his thigh. Somehow, it slips him deeper into your flooded canal, leaving you both crying out.Â
âHoly shit, Jimin,â you breathe, as your walls pulse around him, adjusting to his sheer girth.
Jiminâs chuckle is breathy, full of disbelief. He pecks your shoulder before resting his forehead there. Heâs thinking exactly what you are.
Why does it feel so fucking good?
 âI know, baby.â He gives an experimental thrust of his hips that has your eyes rolling, his hips pressed flush against your ass. âSo fucking good,â he murmurs in your ear, and a delighted shiver journeys down your curved spine.Â
The pace he sets is maddeningly slow, nothing like what youâre used to. Languid rolls of his hips that stuff you full before leaving you just about empty, only to fill you right back up again. You can hardly breathe through the feel of him, gasping for air every time he presses back in. Jimin moves from your shoulder, attaching his lips to the juncture in your neck, licking and sucking. It leaves you with marks so fierce you have no idea how youâll cover them later.
âJimin,â you whine when the pace gets to you. A pressure that builds and builds but never fully erupts.Â
Looking back, you capture him in a lust-filled gaze. "Fuck me faster, baby, please.âÂ
Jimin grunts, his brows furrowing when he picks up his pace, his hips meeting your ass cheeks with resounding smacks. Theyâre enough to fill the bedroom and bring a warm hue to your cheeks.Â
The noises spilling from your cunt are just as lewd. Roaring slickening when he glides in and out. Messy when it soaks his cock in your transparent juices, dripping down your thighs onto the bedsheets below.Â
Jimin tweaks your stiff nipples with his thumb before pinching them between his fingers, rolling and tugging. The pain, sharp and temporary, makes you jerk, toes curling tight.Â
âShit!â you wail, fist pounding the bed. âJust like that baby.â
"S'good, pretty?â he whispers, choked up with his own pleasure.Â
You donât respond; you canât respond with the way the pounds into your dripping heat. He wraps you in his firm hold, his arm coming to sling across your chest. The extra leverage he needed to pull you back, forcing you to meet his deliciously deep thrusts.Â
The force of his fucking rocks the bed beneath you, the headboard banging against the wall. Youâve definitely got to write Mr. and Mrs. Welles an apology letter tomorrow.Â
There is nothing you can do except take it, helpless to his powerful pumps. Like a ragdoll, you lie limp, taking everything he gives you. The heat in your lower tummy swells, your pussy squeezing around his heavy cock. âClose,â you choke, your mind fuzzy and delirious.Â
Jimin gasps as he thrusts upwards one last time, filling you to the hilt before he pulls out completely with a wet pop. He leaves you empty, clenching nothing, the heat in your belly subsiding.Â
Your eyes fly open, complaints ready to fly past your lips, but Jimin stops you.Â
âHands and knees,â he pants as he palms your ass cheek. "Want to fuck you from behind.â
Any rebuttals you had ready die right there on your tongue. You prop yourself up on all fours, limbs slightly wobbly, and arch your spine in a way you know will make the light-haired man crazy.Â
You feel Jimin position himself behind you. Tucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you wiggle your ass, swaying from side to side to tease him a little.Â
Your yelp is shrill when his palm collides with your right cheek, flinching at the feeling.
Jimin hums, marveling at the ripples it creates. âBehave,â he tsks as he palms the sore area and you lick your abused lips.Â
He groans as he feeds his cock to your pussy. Your walls greedily accept him with a filthy-sounding squelch. When heâs all the way in, he steadies himself, with both hands on your hips. His huff grazes the skin of your back. âHow are you still so fucking tight?âÂ
You sigh, dropping your head forward between your shoulders. He holds you in his palms, caressing your fleshy hips. Â
He wastes no time in setting a brutal pace, fucking you faster and harder than before. You scramble, hands finding purchase on the bedsheets, but each roll of his hips sends your body forward and back, tugging the sheets loose from the mattress corners.Â
"God, yes,â you groan, body trembling with delight. He pounds into you, the flesh of your ass smacking his thighs and lower stomach with every thrust. Its roaring and filthy.
Jimin is just as, if not more vocal than you, whining, groaning, and gasping every time he stuffs you full. It sets your body alight to know heâs just as affected as you are.Â
He grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back, and your spine bows deeper than before. "Oh, fuâ," you try, but you canât even get the words out as he plunges into you. Rhythmic and precise.
It doesnât take much until youâre drawing near again and you know youâre close when the fluttery warmth in the pit of your stomach returns, your pussy squeezing Jimin tight.Â
He cries out, falling over to cover your sweaty back with his front. âMâ not gonna last,â he whimpers, rocking forward, body trembling with the efforts of his pumping.
He fucks you like that. His body is glued to your back, constant rolls of his hips that slide him deeper and deeper. His tip nudges incessantly at your front wall, gliding repeatedly over that spongy spot. The spot that has you seeing stars.
When Jimin feels you tighten up around him, he snakes his hand under your body to circle your swollen bundle of nerves. Like magic, the added pressure is just what you need to reach your peak.Â
The coil, pulled taut in your tummy, snaps, and euphoria pulses through your veins, hot and rapid. Your mouth falls open, eyes squeezing shut as you gush around his cock. A strangled wail that youâre not even sure came from you resounds in the room, but you can barely hear it past the blood rushing in your ears. Falling face-first into the mattress, your muscles seize as your body is overtaken by the aftershocks of your orgasm.
Through it all, Jimin's hips never let up, and you flutter around him, creaming his thick cock. The ferocity of your orgasm triggers his own. Jimim ruts once, twice, and then he comes with a breathy sigh that sounds something like your name, painting your quivering walls with his hot seed.
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Itâs early when Jimin comes to the next morning. He can tell by the lack of sunlight beaming through his cracked window blinds, covering his bedroom in a barely there glow.Â
He smacks his lips tiredly, muscles achy with exertion making their presence known, and in an instant, memories of last night come flooding back to him.
 Picking you up outside of that restaurant. The sight of you ripped his heart to pieces. Standing there alone in the cold, looking so vulnerable, clinging on to what little sanity you had left. You looked so heartbroken but yet so beautiful. Always so beautiful.Â
Or later on, when he confessed his love for you. An undying ache thatâs been tugging at his heart after all these years of being your friend, your best friend. A title he doesnât take lightly. Not because he was in love with you, but because he loved you. Every part of you, your mind, your heart, and soul.
 How you didnât turn him away, accepting his affection and embracing it wholly. There was so much love he had to give, so much time he needed to make up for after all these years lost.Â
Jimin turns his head, and there you lie, a beautiful smile on your face directed at him. His heart stutters in his chest.Â
âGood morning,â you greet, your tongue peeking out to wet your lips.Â
Jimin rolls over on his side, readjusting on his pillow. âMorning,â he grins, all teeth. âHowâd you sleep?â
You inhale deep, your smile never leaving your pretty lips. Your gaze is still slightly hazy with sleep when you look at him. Thereâs a gentle glow surrounding you, radiating utter bliss. Happy and carefree. Itâs been so long since heâs seen you like this, too long.
âMmm, I slept amazing, thanks to you.â You reach out to poke the solid planes of his stomach, hidden by the comforter. You yawn, hands coming up to rest under your head. âThough, I should rough you up for letting me fall asleep without my bonnet on. I just got my hair done.âÂ
Jimin snickers, scooting closer to you. He grabs hold of your hands, interlocking his fingers with yours. âI did try to wake you up, but considering it's been so long since youâve been fucked to sleep, I figured you needed it."Â
Your eyes widen, mouth curving up in disbelief. âFuck you!â
You gasp, reaching over to smack his arms as youâre taken over by giggles. âShut up, Jimin!âÂ
He laughs, dodging your harmless blows, and you donât oppose when Jimin sits up, scooping you in his arms. Effortlessly, he plops you down over his lower stomach. When your giggles subside, you trace a finger over his chest, covering his skin with invisible doodles that only you can see.
âI uh..." you clear your throat. âI talked to Theo earlier."Â
Jimin does his best to mask his apprehension. âYeah?â He fingers the hem of his t-shirt youâre wearing, which basically belongs to you.
You nod. âHe wanted to know where I went.âÂ
âDid you tell him?âÂ
âI did.â Jimin arches his brow when you smirk. You lean over to grab your phone from under the pillow. You tap the screen, turning the device on, and thereâs a bright glow cast over your face. Swift fingers tap a few more times before you turn the screen to him. âI sent him this.â
Jimin squints at the brightly lit screen, but when his vision clears and he recognizes what youâre showing him, he gasps incredulously.Â
On the screen is a picture of him and you, tangled together in his bed and obviously naked under the sheets. In the picture, Jimin is still fast asleep, eyes closed and his mouth slightly ajar. But you, on the other hand, are wide awake. In fact, youâre posing for the camera, two fingers up in a peace sign next to your face and your mouth pouted in âduck lips." On your skin, his love bites from last night are proudly displayed.
Below the picture, thereâs a message from Theo that you have no plans to respond to. It included every curse word in the book, words that Jimin didnât even know existed.Â
You shrug, locking the phone, and tossing it aside. âI think itâs safe to say weâre done.âÂ
Jimin tosses his head back in a laugh. He shakes his head as he says your name. âYouâre unbelievable!âÂ
âNoo, whatâs unbelievable is that I stayed with him for so long," you counter, rolling your eyes. You grab both of his hands in yours.Â
âThank you,â you nod. âFor staying by my side through all of this. And dealing with my stubbornness. I truly donât know what I would do without you. I love you, Jimin.âÂ
Jiminâs grip is gentle when he grabs the back of your neck to pull you into his kiss. You gladly accept, cradling his face in your hands.Â
When you pull away, youâre breathless. âI love you,â Jimin whispers on your lips. âSo much.âÂ
You beam, sitting back on his muscley thighs. Your head tilts, however, when your clothed center comes in contact with something firm.
 âAre youâŠhard?â Your question is laced with amazement.Â
Jimin groans, cheeks reddening in embarrassment when you laugh aloud. âI canât help it; everything you do turns me on. You could literally breath and Iâd be hard as a rock.â The heat between your legs makes a fierce return.
 âHm, is that so?â
You hook your thumb in the waistband of your panties, ready to slide them down your legs. Jimin licks his lips as hunger clouds his pretty brown eyes. âYou were so generous to me last night. Why donât you sit back and let me take care of it, baby?"
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hello!! this is my very first kinktober!!! super excited! i will be posting every other day starting october 1st since iâm starting a bit late, so this felt like the best way to keep things manageable and still have fun with it. thanks for being here! âĄ
29.10.2025 noteâ on hold, iâll finish it one day!!
summary: Jimin didnât like you. He didnât like your quick remarks, your witty humor, the way you talked, the way you walk, the way your boyfriendâ his best friendâ was always bringing you to the hangouts. The way you talked to him⊠Jimin just didnât like you. So he didnât know why he was about to fuck you in a dark closet while all your friends were looking for you two.
genre/warming: literally porn with a little plot. / fingering, penetration, unprotected sex, a LOT of dirty cringy sexual talk, a lot of cursing. mentions of cheating.
authors note: GUYS IM HIGH AND I WROTE THIS AN HOUR AGO CUZ I WAS HAVING A BAD TRIP BUT NOW IM OKAY, and iâm ovulating. okay ill go to sleep now and âll regret it tomorrow meanwhile have fun yayy loveu<33 hope is not ass (not edited)
word count: +8k words.
Jimin was definitely aware he wasnât supposed to think about you the way he did.
But he wouldnât admit it. Not to his friends, not to the world, not to youâ definitely not to youâ and definitely not to himself. He couldnât. Not because he wasnât aware but because he knew that if he thought for just one second the reason why he didnât like you⊠well, problems could and will show up.
Jimin was shy. He considered himself a really shy person when he was out of stage and not performing in front of people in any way. He didnât like the attention too much but he always had a way to get it anyway. People always looked at him, sometimes more than they should. And he knew that, he knew he had that effect on people. He knew he could just break a smile or say something and the other person would be dancing around his little finger.
He always tried not to draw that attention to him. The last couple of years he had become aware that he had grown into this man that knew what he wanted and loved his work. Jimin was a man now. He didnât feel the need to pretend he had a very manly masculinity nor act to seek for attention and validation. He wasnât a teenage boy anymore. He was a grown man with friends, with people he cherish and that cherish him back. He didnât feel that he had to steal the attention of someone to feel important anymoreâŠ
Except there was one problem.
Jimin wouldnât consider you his friend. He could actually said he didnât like you one bit. You were just his best friendâs girlfriend. Hoseokâs girlfriend. A girl who appeared a year ago hand to hand with his friend, who was quickly the type of woman Jimin knew his friend would go for. You were the definition of Hoseokâs wild fantasy of perfect woman.
You were stupidly smart, sarcastic, easygoing, very extroverted and, incredibly and ridiculously, sexy. It wasnât just your figure or face that was sexy, but your personality. The way you talked, the way you moved. It always seemed that you were flirting even when you werenât. You always seemed one step to fuck or slap anyone and no one really knew which one was accurate. But God, you were just so annoyingly perfect.
Of course it didnât take you more than a month before everyone was eating from the palm of your hand. Usually the partners of his friends were just that, partners who were friendly, girlfriends who were just nice to have around in the group. But you broke the rule. Everyone didnât see you anymore as Hobiâs girlfriend but as an addition to the group. Even when Hobi couldnât make it they would just invite you. Everyone loved you. Everyone loved having you around.
And, fucking Christ, Jimin hated it.
He hated the way you were always ready for a smart comment. The way you smiled when someone said something nice about you. The way you were always walking with so much security. He hated the way you always threw your hair back and the way your clavicle would show. Jimin hated the way you licked your lips after eating something, the way you always wore those short skirts, the way Hoseok always had you in his lap. He hated the way you smelled. The way you always were too close to him, the way you always were watching him like you knew.
Like you knew what he was thinking.
And the worst thing was: you probably knew.
Jimin wasnât a hypocrite, but he was shy. He didnât like making a person a problem. He didnât like confrontation when it was avoidable. He knew he didnât actually have a reason to hate you. What could really be? â I just think youâre too much⊠yourself. I donât like you? â That wouldnât really work⊠and it wasnât really true. So he stayed quiet, not really dealing with it, not really thinking about it either.
He was polite, polite enough to smile at you, polite enough to laugh at your jokes, polite enough to talk with you about trivial stuff, polite enough to look the other way when you bend down, polite enough to pretend he wasnât aware the way Hobi kissed your cheeks or whisper dirty thing in your ear. polite enough to pretend he⊠liked you. Polite enough to pretend he wasnât aware of you.
Jimin was shy.
But, oh, how a couple of drinks could just fucked him up.
It was Friday night. Jimin found himself at Jungkookâs house with a couple of friends and a lot of drinks. There was almost fifteen people, everyone had been drinking and the music was a little too loud to be a small gathering. But he didnât mind. Not when he was having a great conversation and drinking his way into not thinking the two people that was missing the first hours.
Of course, you showed up with Hoseok two hours later than agreed. His best friend was quickly to greet everyone before settling down into a small group to talk with them. Jimin thought it was weird how he didnât pull you over to him like always. You greeted everyone before falling next to Jungkookâs side, touching his new piercing without any shame. If there was one thing about you: you werenât shy. At least not by any means he knew. You were just as social as Hobi, he knew thatâs why you would never say no to a drink, a game or a conversation.
He looked away, not really trying to find anything. He just continue drinking with his friends as so did you.
Two hours later everyone was drunk.
Jimin was trying to hold it together. He didnât want to look so drunk, even if he knew everyone was already fucked up. But it was fun. His thoughts stopped for a moment, everything was really quiet, he didnât feel like throwing up yet which was a good sign. It was just perfect state of drunkenness. The one you felt like everything was so good.
Hong, a long friend of the group, stood up on a tiny living-room table before calling everyoneâs attention. He was definitely drunk too. He always had that convincing smile that would fool everyone. Hong was always that type of friend that always proposed a stupid game. It always went in two ways: everyone agreed, everyone booed. It was always fun which one would be the result of it. When Jimin looked around, he knew everyone was more likely to agreed.
He found you sitting with a group of friends, with a bottle of soju in your hands.
âLetâs play hide and seek.â
Everyone cheered.
Ah, shit.
Twenty minutes later and with a bad roulette website, the game started. Hoseok and other two were the seekers, the rest would hide. The rules were simple, because they couldnât leave the house the seekers would just have to use a garment around their eyes so the game could last a little more. No one should move from their place if the seeker was close.
The game started.
Jungkookâs house was big. But it wasnât really very easy to hide, specially since he didnât have many things around. Luckily for Jimin, he found the perfect spot: a small closet in his guest roomâ inside the actual big room closetâ, that it seemed it was to save shoes or even a couple of jackets, Jungkook just had a couple of winter clothes in there and a lot of boxes on the right side so it was perfect for Jimin to just lay in the left side behind all the clothes. It was a good spot, specially since it was dark as hell. He really barely had space to move around and one of the small doors of the closet wasnât able to open.
Perfect.
It was almost five minutes of him just standing there without being able to watch anythingâ too drunk to even understand how much time had passedâ when he heard a noise. It was soft. Then another one, this one harder.
âFucking shit,â he heard a small complain before the closetâs left door opened.
Fucking shit indeed; Jmin thought.
Jungkookâs house was annoyingly dark, even worse because everything was damn black, so getting a sight of you by the little brightness of his phone and the smell of your perfume was how he recognized you.
âWhat are you doing?â he whispered to you.
You couldnât hide there with him. No, hell no.
âThey almost found me,â you said before looking at your leg. âI almost tripped too. It really hurtâŠâ
âYou canâtââ
There was a rumble.
You were quick to push him inside, closing the wood door behind you.
It was dark. You couldnât see each other, barely even able to see around. But Jimin could feel you. He could feel your body pressed to him. He could feel your naked tights almost too close to his. He could feel your chest almost touching his. He could feel your breath hitting his jaw. He could feel your hand still touching his right shoulder after shoving him inside. He didnât like itâŠ
No, he didnât.
He didnât like the way the closet felt smaller than it was. He didnât like that he couldnât see you right. He didnât like that his back was pressed hard against wall of the closet, the way the jackets were bothering the side of his arm or the way you were too close to him. He didnât like the way he could only focus on your breathing and your perfume. He didnât like the way your hands were sliding into his arms.
And he didnât like the way you pushed yourself closer to him. The way your body felt pressed against his.
âSorry, I donât really have space to move and this damn wood is killing my lower back.â You whispered to him.
Jimin swallowed hard. Your other hands found his other arm to keep you steady. You were drunk too. He could see the way you were trying to hold it together in those high heels boots you were wearing. He hated your heels too, making your legs look longer, prettier⊠sexier.
âThis space is really small,â Jimin said, voice low. His hands and body still as rock. He could still feel his brain a little fucked, dizziness in between.
âI know.â
Silence.
He sighed. He didnât know what to say. He didnât want to make you leave, it would be rude. But you both were too close and he didnât really like that. He didnât like that he could feel your breath hitting his face, he didnât like the way your warm body was touching his, the way your breast were brushing his chest, he didnât like that the only thing apart was your clothes. He didnât like the way he couldnât see you at all, but he could definitely feel you.
You moved. Your hands trying to look for something in your boots, in that small space before finding it. Your phone.
âDo you think if I turned the light it will show outside?â you asked him in a whisper.
âI donât think so,â he denied. âAnyway theyâre blindfolded.â
âRight.â
Click.
Your phone felt to the floor. Jimin didnât know why he was so quick to wrapped his arm around your waist, pushing you closer to him. The palm of his other hand immediately covering your mouth.
The light from the floor was next to you both. He could see your eyes now, he could see your face better. Your dark drunk eyes looking at him while he was trying to not be heard by whoever entered the room. There was a stomp, then another one. A curse. The right door of the closet shook but it didnât open. Your nails squeezed Jiminâs arms, like you were afraid of being caught even if it was a game. He looked at the door. Another stomp. Stomp. Jimin looked around, trying to catch a sound.
And then silence.
Jimin looked at you. Now you were pressed completely against him. He was in a short-sleeved shirt, your thin oversized sweater wasnât doing much covering your warm body. He breathed out. He could feel your cold hands still on his arms, holding yourself while looking at him. Still watching him like you were waiting his next move, still very much fucked up. He hated the way he could feel your lips under his palm. He hated the way he could feel you werenât wearing a bra. And he hated the way your breasts were squeezed against his chest.
Shit, he was getting hard.
âSorry,â he lied, slowly moving his hand out of your mouth. âReflex.â
âItâs fine.â
âShould weâ should we just leave?â he suggested, trying to not stutter.
By the low light he saw you frowned slightly. âAnd lose?â
âWeâre probably going to stay here a long time.â
âI found this place quickly. Theyâre probably going to found it soon too.â You shrugged.
âRight, yeah. I guess youâre right.â
Your expression didnât change but your voice did. A little lower, a little slower.
âWhy? Does it bother you spending time with me?â
You were looking at him in the eyes. His arm was still holding you. And he hated it because he didnât want to move it. His eyes draw your face, your nose, your pink lips, your narrowed eyes, your blushed cheeks. He clenched his jaw, hard. He just⊠he just couldnât stand you. You were so⊠frustrating.
âWhy would you think that?.â he asked, pretending to be confused.
Your expression didnât move. You didnât even glanced like you knew. But he swore he could see it anyway. A spark or something similar, like you actually knew the reason why he despised you. Maybe he was too drunk, maybe the guilt was catching up with his realization.
âI was just asking.â
âItâs just a very⊠small place.â He tried to explain.
âAnd weâre too close?â
âItâs justââ
âProximity scares you?â You chuckled at him before leaning slightly. âI noticed your hair is blonde again.â Your hands found his hair, he was startled for a second. It wasnât a weird action, you were just pointing out the obvious. Jimin didnât like how you didnât even ask for permission like his other friends would. You werenât shy with him. You probably didnât know what he was thinking about you. âIt suits you.â
Jimin felt your fingers sinking in his hair, feeling them move with a softness. He almost groan at the sensation, your fingers making a mess of his hair but he didnât care. His eyes narrowed, he looked at you. Your expression still unbothered, like you werenât doing something out of place. As if you werenât touching your best friend boyfriendâs hair while he hold you against him like a damn blanket wrapped around his body.
âIf anyone opens that door,â he whispered. He found himself hearing his voice lower, deeper. His heart started beating faster. âTheyâre going to take it the wrong way.â
You looked at him. He wanted to touch your chest, feel if your heart was beating the same way his was. His ears were ringing, there was something growing, a tension he had been trying to hide, that he had been trying to keep buried. But he could feel it crashing into him slowly.
âThen you have to let go.â
Jimin felt his cheeks getting warmer, the arm around your waist fell to his side and he cleared his throat. âSorry, I shouldââ
âShould I move to the side?â you questioned, ignoring him. âThere are boxes and the door doesnât open but⊠Shit, itâs too small. Move with me so I can put the jackets there.â
Jimin didnât know what the fuck you or him were doing. But you were moving the jackets to his side and trying to get closer to the boxes that were blocking half of the right door that couldnât be open. It really was just half a step but you tried to move and Jimin was shoved to the wall again, this time with the jackets on his right and the boxes to his left. You sighed frustrated, still very close to him.
âI donât think this is working,â he said.
âLet meââ You pushed him closer to the wall while trying to turning around. He complained a little at the harsh action. ââ Is this better?â
It wasnât.
It wasnât at all.
Nop.
Jimin ran his hands over his face, trying to stop his nasty thoughts. He hated that your phone was still on the floor, that the light was giving him the perfect sight of your back hitting his chest, your ass in that short skirt brushing his pants. He hated it. He hated it so much. He hated you.
âMaybe we shouldââ
âFound you!â
Your back hit his body hard. He moaned at the motion, immediately grabbing your hips at the sudden action. Your hands went to your mouth to maintain silence. Jimin pressed his lips, throwing his head back to the wall and looking at the ceiling, trying to look another thing that wasnât your body.
He heard the voice echoed outside. Someone had been found in the bedroom.
There was a couple of noises, mumbles that you both couldnât understand. Jimin could feel his head going in circles, his thoughts overlapping each other. He hated it what was happening.
He hated feeling you like that. He hated how the alcohol was hitting him in the way that shame or his shyness werenât anywhere to be found. He hated the way you had found that space, the way your body was pressed against him. He hated the way your ass was pressing against his growing erection and the way it fit perfectly. He hated the way he couldnât stop thinking about the way your legs looked that night in that short skirt and high heel boots. He hated the way your eyes always narrowed when you talked to him, so tentative, so sexy.
He hated the way you always looked so fucking hot. He hated the way you turned him on, because you shouldnât.
He shouldnât feel about that way about you. He shouldnât want to kiss you every time you talked. He shouldnât want to sink his fingers in your hair and guide you to his mouth. He shouldnât be thinking about pulling your hair and kissing your neck. He shouldnât be thinking about the way his hands would feel touching your skin, your legs, your waist. He shouldnât be thinking about what color of panties you were wearing or if you even were wearing any.
He shouldnât be thinking the way he would push your legs open, the way he would put your panties aside after making a mess of them. He shouldnât be thinking about the way you taste or the way you would feel around his fingers and around his cock, he shouldnât fantasize about making you kneel and take his cock in your mouth. He shouldnât be thinking about any of that. And he sure as hell shouldnât be thinking how lucky was his best friend for having you that way every. fucking. day.
But he did.
And he was doing it right now.
Because he was drunk. Because you were pushing your back into his chest. Because he was touching your waist, because your ass was against his crotch pushing it so deliciously. Because he could smell your perfume, because he could see the skin in your neck untouched, unmarked. Because he could feel your breathing. And because he wanted to fuck you.
He wanted to fuck you so fucking bad.
âDo you think they left?â you whispered before looking over your shoulder again. Your voice dropped an octave, almost raspy. âJimin?â
And he lost it.
His breath hitched. His right arm wrapped around your waist to hold you in place. His other hand fell flat into the door, the one that wouldnât open, to hold himself in place. He trusted his hips against yours from behind, holding you steady in place. He heard you gasped.
âWhat are you doing?â you questioned.
Jimin couldnât really figure out what you were feeling. If you were upset, glad or anything. But, God, he didnât want to stop.
âIâm sorry,â it was the first thing he said. His forehead falling on your shoulder. âI-Iâm sorry, Iâm sorryââ
He didnât know what to say, his hips were pushing against you. His hard clothed cock feeling so good against your ass, against that tiny skirt you were wearing. He was slow, he wanted you to stopped him, maybe even screamed at him for being a pervert or a damn evil friend. But his head was too dizzy and cloudy. He couldnât think straight. His ears ringing louder.
He just loved the way you felt against him. The way his hard cock was too sensitive against his jeans, the way your back arched slightly at the movement he was doing. The way it felt so good having you this close. He loved the way you were warm, he loved the way your body was the perfect height, the perfect form to mold into him. He loved the way you sighed and the way his arm felt around your waist. He loved how he was holding you in place. He loved the way he could smell you better now, the way your ass felt against him.
And he loved the way you couldnât do absolutely nothing but just take it.
Jimin started humping you from behind a little faster. God, he loved it. He loved it so so much.
He closed his eyes. You were perfect, you felt perfect. He didnât want to moan, he felt too sensitive. He swore he had never been that hard before. Maybe he was too drunk? Maybe you were just too much for him.
âJimin,â you called him. He didnât put much attention to it. Your voice sounded so far away even if you were so damn close now. He was sure you had been calling him for some time now. Your hands went behind your back and you pushed him in the tummy. âJimin, stop.â
His back hit the wall. You had pushed him with strength. Your voice wasnât really soft or nice anymore. He didnât know what was going through your mind and he did want to hear it but fuck it was so hard. so hard. The closet was too small and even if you had pushed him, you were still against him. He was still holding your waist, his other arm falling to his sides. But you were still so close. His harden was still between your ass cheeks.
âIâm sorryâŠâ
âI thought you didnât like me.â
Silence.
Jiminâs heart was beating fast. He didnât know what to say. He didnât know what to answer. Because minutes ago he was trying to convince himself he did so too. And he didnât know what you were thinking. Why were you asking him that? To continue? To stop and then slap him? To tell Hoseok latter?.
God, he had crossed a line. No, he has crossed the line.
WellâŠ
The good thing about it was that now he could just keep going right?. If he was going to screw it, then he would do it right.
âI did,â Jimin sighed, breathing hard. âI didnât. I just⊠I justâ I hate that I canât have you.â
There was another beat of silence.
His breathing was faster than usual, he could hear himself. He could hear you too. There was so much silence. He felt aware of everything and nothing. But he didnât actually put too much thought to it, not when you were still so close, not when he was still holding you like that.
âBut youâre trying to have me now,â you replied.
âI know,â he muttered. He closed his eyes, his head falling against your shoulder again. He started thrusting into you again, this time slower and softer. Like he didnât want to scare but couldnât stop either. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry. If Hobi finds out⊠I know youâ I know you love him and I know HobiâŠâ
âLetâs not talk about him,â you cut him off.
There was a dead silence again.
And Jimin felt the tension. But this time the uncomfortable one. The one that was coming from you. The tension he had felt when you two walk into the house.
He opened his eyes, looking at himself growing even harder against your skirt. âWhat happened?â
âI said I donât want to talk about him,â you said, firmer this time.
And then you pushed your ass into him. You did it.
Jimin groaned, holding you in place between his arms, his fingers scratched your waist. Fucking hell. You were trying something. He immediately knew you and Hobi werenât in good terms right now. Not if you were doing that. He didnât know if it was revenge what you were looking for or a distraction. And, God forbid him, he was going to take anything you could give him.
But of course, he didnât want to play your game at all.
âWhat do you want then?â Jimin whispered in your ear, your head moved slightly to the side. His eyes found your exposed neck.
Shit.
Jimin brushed his lips against your skin, ready to kiss your neck. But you didnât let it happen so fast. You moved your head back, making him step back. You looked over your shoulder. Over that dim light on the ground he could see you slightly. Your eyes dark and your gaze so provocative. Your eyes narrowed at him, giving him that look. That look that was so fucking hot to him.
âDo you want me?â
Jimin cursed you in his head. In the closet, his finger grabbed your jaw to hold you in place before kissing you. Hard and messy.
He moaned in your mouth. Your lips were soft and plump. He didnât waste any time before sliding his tongue inside your mouth, tasting you. He wanted to remember everything about it, even if he was wasted, even if it felt like a dream, even if it was just one time. He wanted to engraved you into his mind, every taste, every inch of you, every sound. He was going to feel every part of you now or he was going to die right there.
He bit your lower lip, his left hand fingers sliding into your hair to push you into his mouth and give you slow pecks all over your mouth. His right hand started moving to your thighs.
Jimin hated how he couldnât take you outside to push you into the mattress and sink his face between your legs. He wanted to taste you so bad, he wanted you to come on his tongue, he wanted you to tell him and beg him to stop, crying of overstimulation. But he knew he couldnât right now. Not with all your friends in that house, not with your boyfriend looking for you both.
So if the only place he could have you right now was in that damn closet⊠Jimin was going to take it.
His fingers found your underwear quickly. He moved his feet between yours to push them apart, giving him more access to your core.
Holy shit; he thought. He was going to touch you.
He could feel his heart beating faster than possible. He could finally admit how much he wanted it. It felt like his soul was about to jump out of his body from excitement. The blood running through his veins was boiling. He swore he might have passed out. And he didnât know if it was the alcohol or what but he felt like reaching for the starts.
Jimin pulled apart from your face, his fingers left your hair and he wrapped his arm around your tummy to keep you in place so you wouldnât run away. Not that you seemed to want to anyway.
âDo I want you?â Jimin whispered in your mouth before pushing your jaw with his nose, making you move your head so he could start kissing behind your ear to your neck. âWho wouldnât want you?â
You huffed a laugh, humourless. Like if what he said made you remember something, someone.
Jimin let it slide for a second, because he knew you needed to be needier to answer. His fingers brushed your underwear, and he felt it. The wetness sticking to it. Shit, Holy shit. Jimin bit your neck, trying not to moan at the sensation, trying not to move his fingers to his mouth and look so desperate. You made a small noise at the action and he felt like coming in his pants.
âFuck. Really?â Jimin licked your skin softly. His arms pushed you against him harder. He could feel his tip leaking pre cum already. âAre you actually this wet for me just humping you?â
âShut up,â you muttered. âDonât be cocky, you were acting like a bitch in heat.â
Jimin chuckled. His finger moved your underwear to the side before he started touching you correctly. Two fingers moved in circles overs your cunt, the wetness spreading quickly over it. You were warm, you were so warm. He couldnât wait to fuck you dumb. He couldnât wait to make you cry.
âDo you like this?â Jimin whispered in your ear.
His fingers pressed against you, right over your puffy clit, the small move more than enough to make you moan for the first time. âYes.â
Jimin inhaled it. That sound. That tiny sound escaping from your lips. He couldnât wait for you to make more, to moan his name. Fuck. He wanted it so bad. He wanted you to scream his name, to moan louder for him. He knew you shouldnât, he knew you two shouldnât be making noisesâ Actually, you two shouldnât even be doing this. You were dating his fucking best friend.
That didnât stop him from shoving his middle finger inside you.
You sighed so sweetly he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to devour you, engrave you in his mind forever. He didnât give a fuck anymore to be caught. For all he care, Hobi could open that damn door and Jimin would hold you in place and make him watch how he was touching you⊠because there must be something going on between you and Hobi if you were letting another man touch you like this. If you were letting him touch you like that.
Jimin could feel your warm, your gummy walls squeezing his finger like it was big enough to occupied that much space. He couldnât wait to feel you around his cock. You were fucking burning, and he was desperate to light himself on fire.
He inserted his index finger, fucking you slowly while his thumb brushed your puffy clit. Your head fell back into his shoulder and he grinned. He had you. You were loosing yourself in the pleasure.
âDoes he touch you like this?,â he whispered in your ear, biting your earlobe slightly.
âHum?â You blinked, unaware of his words for a second.
âDoes he make you feel good?â
You pulled your head away from his shoulder, your eyebrows frowning. Jimin started rubbing your clit a little faster. âI donâtâ donât talk about him.â
âWhy?â
âJust donât.â
Jimin shoved his finger into you faster, harder. You moaned a little louder than you should. He felt his cock twitch in his pants. You squirmed. Your body was so responsive, so sensitive. He loved it. He couldnât wait too much longer. His hand around your waist rubbed your tummy.
âTell me,â he murmured.
âWhat?â you legs twitched.
âTell me what happened with him,â he insisted.
âJimin, I swearââ
He pinched your clit and you whined, immediately slapping your palm against your mouth and your other hand grabbing his wrist. Your eyes sparkled with tears at the new sensation. Your clit pulsating hard, deliciously painful. He stopped, pushing his fingers out of your cunt. You whined again, this time complaining.
âDo you wanna come?â you nodded immediately, he rolled his hips into your ass. âThen tell me.â
âJimin,â you whimpered.
Jimin exhaled, throwing his head back at the sound you had made, the way you said his name, so sweetly, so eager. You probably wanted him as much as he wanted you and that made him so hard, so damn hard. The way your walls were squeezing his finger. The way your legs were shaking. The way your chest was moving up and down so fast, your breathing uneven. He couldnât wait to touch again between your legs but he needed to know. He wanted to know.
âTell me,â his voice was firmer, demanding.
âWe fought, he asked for a break.â
There was a second of silence. Jimin felt like God himself had gave him permission to continue. Like he had just decided fucking you was for the best. A very good action that needed to happen.
âAnd why would he do that?â he asked, his voice more softer than before. His fingers found his way into you again, he started pumping his fingers into you.
âUhm,â you hummed so good to feel him again.
He fucked his fingers into you slowly, taking his time to build your high. Almost gently so your mind would started losing slowly into the feeling. It was working perfectly. He circled his thumb against your clit again, this time slower and harder.
âWhy?â
âBecauseâŠâ
âBecause what?â He pinched your clit again, you wailed. Your nails sinking into the skin of his arm.
âBecause I was too needy.â
Jimin frowned slightly, a little confused. âWhat do you mean?â
âIâm clingy,â you said. âHobiâs too. I guess we got even more clingy in our honeymoon phase. Now heâs working more than ever and it seems my needs donât align with his schedule.â
Your voice went lower now, you werenât whining anymore. Jimin pushed his fingers out, moving them to rubbed your clit slowly, just to touch you while he heard you talk. Your cream was dripping to his knuckles. You were making a mess on his hand.
âSo he broke up with you because youâre too clingy?â
âHe asked for a break because I wanted to break up with him,â you admitted.
âWhat?.â
âWe had a fight. In the heat of it he told me I was too needy. I told him to fuck off and to find another bitch who wasnât. He apologized, I told him to fuck off again. He told me he had been stressed and whatever other excuses.â You hesitated for a second before adding: âI told him we should break up if he really thinks he canât handle how I am. He told me if we could just take some time. He wants time to think how to fix things and work on himself or whatever the hell that means.â
Jimin stopped moving for a second.
Jesus Christ.
He actually couldnât phantom the idea of Hobi asking you for a break. His friend was a clingy one, always touchy, always ready to do things. With you, always ready to touch you, always ready to talk about you. He seemed like the perfect clingy guy for you. Not really overwhelming, he knew his boundaries and all. And you really didnât really seemed too clingy, the normal amount of a girlfriend who loved her boyfriend. Sometimes a lot of pda but it was mostly you and Hobi being touchy and yourselves.
Now, Jimin couldnât really see it. You didnât seem the needy type. But maybe you werenât. Maybe you just wanted the right attention and Hobi couldnât give it to you. Maybe Hobi was going through a hard time or wasnât thinking straight. Maybe you were just being dramatic or maybe⊠maybe you were too needy. Maybe you were. Maybe you just asked for too much and needed too muchâŠ
But maybe you just needed someone who could keep up with you on that.
And Jimin could definitely play that part very well. He wouldnât get tired of it. He wouldnât let you think you were too needy. He would touch you every time you wanted, he would give you whatever you needed, anytime. He could do that for you. Is that why you were letting him touch you? Did you know he was the one? The one who could actually give you what you needed?.
âAnd you gave it to him?â Jimin chuckled, humourless. He pushed you away from him. âGod, youâre really needy.â
You frowned, mad. âDonâtâ shut up.â
Jimin smirked, for the first time you didnât have a quick remark.
Good.
He slide down his pants and underwear to the middle of his thighs, enough for his cock to jumped and hit his lower abs. His tip was shining with pre cum, dripping slightly over his skin, and it was red and swollen. It twitched, eager to be touched, eager to be played with. Jimin didnât waste a second, his fingers gripped around his cock before he started stroking it slow. His thighs tensed, he needed that. He needed a release so badly.
The thought of pushing himself between your legs made his cock twitched again.
âItâs okay, baby.â He whispered in your ear. âItâs not your fault.â
âItâs not like thatâŠâ
Jimin grabbed your skirt to pushed it up to your hips. He almost moaned at the sight of your ass inches from his cock. He grabbed your underwear to slide it down slightly. He watched your arousal drip into your thighs and slowly dragged the tip of his cock against your wet folds which caused you to yelp at the surprise.
But you didnât push him away. No, you kept your legs open for him.
He rolled his eyes, his head falling back for a second. You were so warm, so wet. So ready for him.
âHobi is an idiot,â Jimin continued, moving slowly into you, you were coating his cock with your juices. âHe should be giving you what you want anytime you want.â
âHeâs notââ
âHe is. Heâs such a fucking idiot.â Jimin kissed your neck, sucking slightly at one spot that made you close your eyes. âHe already lost youâŠâ
âNo, Iââ
âHe couldnât fuck you one day and youâre already opening your legs for anyone.â
âItâs not like that.â
âIt is,â he said. âBut thatâs okay, baby. I wouldnât that to you.â His cock hit your clit so sweetly it made you let out a breathy moan. âI wouldnât be a fucking idiot and let you go around like a whore in need.â
He could feel you dripping on his cock, your flesh covering his fat cock, not leaving an inch outside. His tip was hitting your puffy clit so delicious every time he pushed his hips into yours from behind. It was so, so good. You were perfect like this. Quiet and with your legs open for him.
âI would be with you every time you needed me. Every time you want someone to touch you, every time you need someone to make you feel good.â He grabbed the gem of your sweater, slowly sliding it up. âOpen your mouth.â
He made you bite the material, his hand found your tits, he squeezed them, slowly, taking his time to feel them in his hand. He moved his hips so his tip would tease your entrance.
âThatâs what you need. Right, baby?. Someone to keep you full everyday.â
âJiminââ
âThatâs what you need. Someone to keep you stuffed.â
His slammed his hips into yours.
Jimin groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder. He cursed, pushing himself deeper into you if it was possible. Your cunt throbbed, struggling to accommodate him as he sank all the way in. The stretch was uncomfortable, but at the same time so good you were on the verge of trembling.
You moaned, loud. He was sure someone had to heard you in that quiet house while everyone was playing hike and seek. You let the material of your sweater fall from your mouth, Jiminâs palm replaced it. His other hand wrapped your waist to keep you in place.
âFucking shit,â he cursed again. âYeah, thatâsâ thatâs what you need.â Jimin bottomed out with his entire body tensing up, not giving you much time to prepare before he snapped his hips back and slowly started fucking himself into you. You whined and he pressed his palm harder into your mouth, fingers griping your cheeks. âSh, sh. I donât want anything else in the world to hear you moan, baby. But unless you want your stupid boyfriend to find out, you better shut up.â
You nodded slightly, your eyes filling up with tears. He was stretching you so good. Jimin loved the way he was finally able to have you shutting up, breaking apart in his arms.
Fuck, he loved it.
He loved the way your hair was sticking into your sweaty skin. The way your lips felt against his palm, the way your hole was squeezing him so tight, the way you were so warm, so wet for him. So eager to have a dick, his dick, inside.
Holy shit, Hobi was a fucking idiot.
Jimin wanted to thank him so bad. Jimin was sure he would bow to Hobi a thousand times after this. Your pussy wasnât made for anyone else than him. Now he knew why he didnât like you, why he wasnât able to stand you the last couple months⊠because you werenât with him. Because you werenât his. Because he didnât have you stuffed like this.
Stuffed of him, Jimin was sure you felt so fucking stuffed, your puffy lips were dragging along his length with every push and pull, no room left in your guts every time he forced himself inside you. But thatâs what you were meant to. You were meant to be stuffed of him. You were meant to take him and take it. Take anything he gave you.
âExactly what you need, baby. Hobi doesnât know what to do with this hungry and needy cunt of yours.â Jimin slammed his hips harder into you, your head felt back into his shoulder. âH-he doesnât know what to do with you, so fucking needy. This is exactly what you needâ Ngh, shit.â He bit your shoulder, teeth marking your skin. âYou need to be fucked good. You needâ You need to be stuffed like this, full.â
His words were coming out hot and breathy, bumping against each other on his suddenly clumsy tongue. He grunted, pounding into you harder. His balls were tightening, so ready to release all down your tight hole, but he needed to hold on just a little longer. Just until you creamed all over him first.
âThatâs it. Youâre doing so good.â Jimin sucked the skin in your neck, ready to leave a mark. âHe shouldâve been marking you all up, making sure everyone knows who gets to have you like this.â You clenched around him. Jimin stuttered, his lips parting open in pleasure at the tightness. âFuck, yes. You like that?â he hummed. âDonât worry, Iâll do it. Iâll make sure everyone knows now who is fulfilling your needs. Not that fucking loser who doesnât know how to satisfy you, fucking idiot doesnât know how to keep you pretty and good.â
He felt you tensed around him, unable to deny the rush his words sent through you, making your pussy flutter around his cock in excitement.
âShit, baby.â He groaned, his fingers found your clit again, circling it faster. Your legs twitched. âYeah, Iâm gonna fill you up, okay?.â He whispered in your ear. You tensed, shoulder tightened. You tried to push him away but he didnât let you. âI know you want it. You need it. Needâ Ah, you need someone to fill you up. Y-you need someone to keep you like this, dripping in cum so you donât go open your legs for anyone else.â
Your right hand slipped behind you, fingers sinking into his hair. Your back arched slightly, ass pressing against his thighs. Jimin felt on cloud nine. He was sure that after today, nothing else would come close to the amazing feeling of fucking you like that.
âJimin,â you groaned. His hand on your mouth moved to your jaw, forcing you to move your head so he could give you a quick hard peck before putting his hand flat against the door to steady you both. âDonâtââ
âShh shh,â he brushed his lips against yours. âDonât make a noise. Donât want your boyfriend to hear yaâ. Right?.â
Slick was drooling down your thighs, making every thrust a wet squish of flesh on flesh. The small closet smelled like sex, like sweat and sex. Your sex. Jimin weakness to inhaled every part like a drug. He wanted to devour you. His mind was running wild. He was engraving all in his mind. Your sounds, your skin, your taste. Shit, it wasnât enough. He needed more. He wanted you more. He needed you closer even if it wasnât possible. He wanted you to be in very part of his skin.
Jimin groaned, fucking you faster, meaner, punishing you with all the strength he had. You'd be bruised tomorrow, but the way you chanted his name clouded his mind, the way you were moaning and the way you weâre squeezing him so hard made his cock throb inside you.
âGonna come inside you. Youâre gonna go home with him but my cum will be dripping from your cunt.â His fingers rubbed your clit furiously. âGonna show him youâre fucking mine now. Gonna make you go home with my cum inside you.â
You clenched around him again. Jimin hissed, satisfaction washing over him when your back arched more, words spilling out of your pretty mouth brokenly. He didnât catch it but he loved the sound. He didnât care anymore. Consequences be dammed. Hobi could walked inside right now and Jimin would make you come around his cock and fill you up with his. He didnât give a fuck.
He actually wished he did.
Hoseok was his best fiend. He was his brother.
And still part of him wished he would open that damn closet to find you being fucked by him. To show him how he was supposed to be spending his time, having you wrapped around his cock, not letting you think of any other man that wasnât him. Keeping you stuffed and sore. Keeping you safe, not needy. But Hobi didnât know. He didnât know how to do the job. And Jimin couldnât blame him, maybe he just couldnât keep up with you. Maybe you just needed someone better, someone who was able to keep your needs fulfilled.
Jimin could. He definitely could. He would never get tired of it. Of your cunt squeezing him like that, of your smell filling up the air, of your pouty mouth, your teary eyes. Shit, he would never. He would never get tired of it.
âSqueezing me so good. This tight needy litte cunt, holy shitâ come around my cock, baby.â Jimin whispered in your ear. âWanna feel you come.â
You came hard and fast, the pleasure was blinding that you almost slumped down, knees almost dropping and thighs trembling. You pulled his hair with strength, making him hiss. Your cunt getting even tighter around his cock. He continue slamming into you, biting his lower lip and rolling his eyes. You cried out, sobbing at the intensity of it all, tears pricking at your lashes. Jimin followed after you. His fingers dug into your waist, your back tensing as he released rope after rope of cum right deep inside your. His breathy moans mingled with yours, quickly overshadowed by the filth words spilling out of his mouth he couldnât even understand.
His cock was twitching and making a mess as he fucked his cum deep into you. He made sure to engrave himself into your body the same way he was engraving every part of you in his brain. And you felt full, full of him.
Jimin felt in heaven. His vision blurry for a second. It felt like he was high, not drunk anymore but in fucking drugs.
It took you both a minute to come back from the high. You both were breathing hard, trying to stabilize. Your legs were still trembling a little, your hands gripping by the door closet to keep you somehow in place. Jimin had you around his arms, after you almost fell into the floor. His head against to the wall while he was trying to come back to reality.
He was still inside you. Your juices dripping down your tights and his cum from your greedy hole. His hips twitched into yours and you let out a breathy moan, squeezing him.
Fuck, he could go again.
âSorry, muscle twitched.â he whispered, his voice deeper than before, raspy, tired.
You only were able to nod weakly.
He pushed himself out of you, making you two moan again. You were both sticky and dirty. It was fucking disgusting but you both needed to get dressed and find the nearest bathroom to clean yourselves.
Jimin was quick to put his cock inside his pants before helping you put your underwear and skirt into place. He knew his cum was dripping into your panties and thighs, and in some twisted way that just made his chest fill with pride.
Your body pushed him slightly against the wall while you turned around to face him. Your back hit the right door and he looked at you. There was just a couple of inches apart from you two, your feet still tangles but your bodies were able to not touch for the first time. Jimin wanted to laugh about how you could actually avoid all the mess if you both just stood that far apart from each other since the start.
Or maybe not.
Maybe it was just meant to happen. He wanted it to happen anyway.
Your gaze found his. Jimin licked his lips looking at you. He wanted to eat you whole. You just looked so cute. Your hair was a mess, your lips swollen and your cheeks blush. You looked fucked. Well fucked. Like you were meant to be. By him. And you looked so fucked up, so teary eyes and so pouty. He could only feel prouder and more satisfied knowing that you had him dripping down your legs too. You were full of him. You didnât need to be needy anymore, he was there nowâŠ
âWe shouldââ
You started talking, but he didnât let you finish. Instead, he kissed you.
This time slower, like he wanted to engraved a sweet memory now. His mouth was softer against yours, his lips more plump than ever. As much as he wanted to kiss you dumb, he kissed you deep and slow. His mouth kissing and licking every corner of yours, tasting you, memorizing you.
He could still feel you all around him. In his fingers, in his mouth, in his tongue, in his arms, in his pants, in his cock. In every inch of his body. And he was hoping you were too.
His fingers found your waist again, but before he could press you harder against him, you pushed him to the wall again. Not hard nor mean, but softly, just to get him away from you and look at him.
âJimin, we shouldâve neverââ
âNo,â he cut you off. âWe did it. Itâs done.â he said firmly. âAnd next timeââ
âThere wonât be next time.â You shook your head.
Jimin smirked, slowly. It felt like a challenge that he wanted to take so bad.
He leaned in, closer to you. His hands moving to touch your face. âNext timeââ
Click.
The door of the closet opened very suddenly. A hard noise that made you and Jimin jumped apart to look at the person who opened it, both with a frightened look. You two got caught.
âFound you!⊠Oh.â
Shit.
why is this borderline yandere? anyway hi itâs the end of the week itâs late and iâm high and i wrote this. okay bye loveu
I thought about this guy from âMonsterâ(the manga), Johan Liebert, and remembered that he was based on a man that also inspired other plenty of characters with the exact same vibe as him. Apparently this kind of character (evil, blonde, androgynous boy) matches very well astrologically with Björn Andresenâs own placements.
When i first thought about what nakshatras seem to pop up in those guys I immediately thought about Moon and Rahu nakshatras, and guess what, i seem to be right. I guess that the combination of Moon and Rahu gives some sort of androgyny to men. Some can look very feminine and magnetic.
Björn Andresen himself was a Shatabisha Moon, Shravana Sun native.
At the same time I discovered that the people who bring those characters to life also have some sort of Venusian influence, be it primary(moon/sun/stelliums) or secondary(rasi ruler). Shatabishaâs rasi ruler is Rahu.
Johan Liebertâs Japanese voice actor (Nozomu Sasaki) is a Shravana Sun and Mercury. The writer of the manga itself is a Shatabisha Moon man (Naoki Urasawa)(also purva ashadha sun)
Tamaki Suoh (OHSHC) who is voiced by Mamoru Myano, a Rohini Sun and Mars native (bharani moon)
Kurapika from Hunter X Hunter is voiced by a Rohini Sun conj Rahu actress. Kurapika can be often mistaken for a girl. (Rohiniâs Rasi ruler is Venus)
Inuyasha is voiced by the Shatabisha Moon, Rohini Stellium native, Kappei Yamaguchi. (bharani mercury)
A celebrity that always gave me this kind of vibe is Jimin from BTS. He is very well known for the time he used to have blonde hair. Because weirdly enough, it looked so natural on him. He is a Rohini Moon native (also has mercury in hasta and venus in swati)
Really hope yaâll enjoyed this post. I speed-wrote it while studying lmao
Fun fact: when I first went out with my boyfriend he was giving me weird ass Johan Liebert vibes. My boyfriend is a Rohini Stellium with a shravana rising, purva ashadha moon, bharani sun. No wonder this mf seemed weirdly familiarđđ heâs a blonde, blue eyed freak too
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you know itâd happen eventually and youâve been preparing yourself for the impending hurt â you just donât want it now. not now when itâs nearing jiminâs little sisterâs birthday; not now when you can swear love isnât the only thing you can put on the table. â series [a]
â letâs get quizzical â by @taleasnewastime
Thursday night pub quizzes with your friends are a must. One of those friends being your long-term friend, long-term crush, Park Jimin. At this point 99.9% of the population knows you have feelings towards him, Jimin being the 0.1% that doesnât. But what happens when a bet goes wrong and your weekly quizzes become more complicated than fun? â 28.6k [a, f, s]
âł synopsis: for months, you can hear your no face neighbor and his âgirlfriendâ singing and dancing and laughing and falling in love. above all, you can hear their bed banging against your shared wall, and they wonât ever let you sleep. youâd much rather stay up at night worrying about your own problems, like the weight of an unrequited crush, so of course youâre bitterly single. but one day, the apartment is radio silent. and one day slowly turns into one week and then into an immeasurable amount of time since youâve heard his laugh. so on valentineâs day, when youâre missing it the most, you beg your neighbor to open up to you with cookies in one hand and two broken hearts in the other.Â
âł warnings: explicit language, pining, unrequited love đ€, accidental voyeurism, unhealthy eating/sleeping habits, praise kink, body worship, nipple play, fingering, oral (f receiving), handjobs, penetration, fluffy sex
âł a/n:Â oops, I uploaded this later than I expected because the word count really got me. anyways, this fic is inspired by the song call me by keshi x rainlord. go give it a listen!Â
Wake up and smell the roses.
That would be a great philosophy for life if you didnât have to wake up to the sound of sex at 2 in the goddamn morning.Â
Perhaps itâs your fault for not checking on the thickness of the drywall prior to moving in, but it wasnât exactly the first concern that came to mind when touring the flat. Now, itâs more of a personal problem than anything: you being bitter about not having sex while your neighbor and his girlfriend are going at it like rabbits 5 feet away from you. Itâs not a very valid complaint to bring up to your landlord. Heâd probably tell you to suck it up and get laid.Â
