warning: iām a beginner so expect mediocre writing !! i only write oneshots & drabbles atm :)
one shots
all yours. (f) (a) (c)
ā Since your boyfriend is a dancer you thought it was a good idea to learn a TikTok dance with him and post it for fun. Until suddenly, everyone wants to take him from you and you are not pretty happy with it.
birthday boy. (f)
ā You attempt to bake a cake for Jiminās birthday but he keeps playing around.
drabbles
ta!jimin series:
you shamelessly flirt with your TA because you find it very enjoyable to see him get flustered. (s)
you give jimin what he deserves after showing up in your cute little mini skirt. (s)
you tell jimin how pretty he is. (f)
if you were a part of nature, you would be the sea. (f)
coming soon :3
coming soon :3
cooming soon :3
coming soon :3
one shots
āI Hate Youā kiss. (f) (c)
ā In which, you get stuck in a refrigerator room with the man youāve hated for years.
glimpse: you know itād happen eventually and youāve been preparing yourself for the impending hurt ā you just donāt want it now. not now when itās nearing jiminās little sisterās birthday; not now when you can swear love isnāt the only thing you can put on the table.
alternatively, jimin emotionally cheats on you while your weddingās six months away.
warnings: heavy angst (pls i am once again apologizing to the people that cried bc of this ily), emotional cheating, emotional constipation n baggage, insecurities, broken relationship w parents, intense longing and hurt i can't put into words + specified tags in each installment!
notes: thank you for all the love for heartburn <3 i'm genuinely so happy reading all your feedback and thoughts!! send them in here :)
hi my loves! this is just a very very soft piece revolving around the reader having a bad day and jimin being the thoughtful sweetheart he is. but like, if iām honest, it was just an excuse to write tooth rotting fluff for our sweet angel jimin lol i hope you all enjoy it :)
tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy, @jjlovr2015
genre: fluff
word count: 2.2k
Jiminās clutch on the wooden spoon loosened at the sound of a key entering the lock on the front door, eyes darting from the pot on the stovetop to the digital display of the time, confirming that you were home from work with the familiar order of numbers in front of him.Ā
Leaning over the top of the pot to sniff at the meal heād been working on, he pulled away with a single nod to himself, deeming it good enough for you to eat after your long day.Ā Already having an inkling that it had not been your best, he was fully prepared for you to come home in search of some rest and relaxation.Ā
And it seemed he was right; it was clear that you were not in a good mood.
this was originally supposed to be very softā¦oops! :)
the first half is inspired by a dream i had about jimin that literally had me waking up in tears + the second half is inspired by āthinking bout youā by ariana grande which happened to come on shuffle play a few mins later. voilĆ !
genre: angst, fluff, smut
wc: 3.8k
warnings: moderate angst (eludes to enl*stment), a lot of tears, language, looots of kissing, making out, grinding, oral activities, and unprotected sex (donāt). explicit description of sexual acts: minors dni.
jimin wakes with a deeply wounded sound that could be described as the worldās most dramatic grunt.
he absolutely hates waking up alone. everyone knows heās a natural cuddler, born to hold others and be held.
ideally, by you.
blinking harshly against the afternoon sun streaming through the window, jimin stretches his arm out to your side of the bed, huffing when he comes across cold sheets.
he blows another deep breath out of his mouth as he rolls over to check the time, slowly breaking out of his post-nap haze.
āgood morning, sleepy head.ā
jimin perks up at the sound of your voice. on cue, you step through the doorway, looking equally sleepy while clutching your favorite mug.
you shuffle across the bedroom, smiling fondly at the man as his legs kick out and ruffle the sheets when he sits up.
āyou left me,ā he juts out his bottom lip, reaching for you impatiently as you lower yourself onto the mattress.
āiām sorry, babe,ā you pout back, directing your eyes to the mug by way of explanation, āi woke up with a craving for chai tea,ā you continue, handing the mug over as you settle in next to him.
āwell, i woke up with a craving for you,ā he quips, sassily raising the mug to his lips as you lovingly roll your eyes at him.
he makes a satisfied hum as he swallows the sweet tea, showing his enthusiasm with a bob of his head.
pressing his lips together, he hands the mug back to you, watching as you take another sip before leaning over to set it down on the nightstand.
when you sit back against the pillows and look at jimin, you feel a rush of warmth spread through your chest. you arenāt entirely used to seeing him right here, next to you, so content.
there have been so many times when you sat up at night thinking about him, worrying about him, craving him, all while he was more distant than he had ever been throughout your relationship. and this wasnāt even by his design.
it makes you emotional, the way he easily nestles into your side, the way his hand gravitates to yours, and the gentle concern in his eyes as he watches your own well up with tears.
āhey,ā he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, āwhat is it, angel?ā he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours as he searches your eyes, hoping for a clue while he gives you the time to gather yourself enough to speak.
āi just canāt believe youāre here,ā you eventually say, much quieter than you intended. āand iām so happy,ā you emphasize. your heart sinks when jiminās eyes mirror your own, glistening with unshed tears.
your exchange of emotion is wordless for a long moment, as you are addressing the obvious. you are here, together, but only for now. you are happy and content, but only for now. and as much as you try to combat your pessimism, you are a realist at heart.
in a few days, jimin will inevitably leave again.
your hands pull towards his crumpling face like a magnet, cupping his jaw and swiping your thumbs along his soft cheeks when the salty drops descend down his skin, leaning forward to press your lips to his wobbly pair.
āi miss you so much,ā he sniffs, eyebrows furrowing as he takes notice of your now wet cheeks, āi always miss you,ā he chokes on a sob, the sound pulling on all your heartstrings and delivering a swift punch to the gut.
it makes you want to cry even more watching him be so upset, desperately trying to push the lump in your throat away for the sake of your limited time together. you fail miserably, letting your head fall onto his shoulder as more tears break free.
āplease donāt cry,ā you sob in return, ānot about this. itās okay, baby,ā the latter part of your statement is muffled as jimin pulls you closer to crush you in his arms, nestling his head into your neck as his back still shakes with unsteady breaths.
āplease donāt cry,ā you reiterate with a sniffle of your own, looping your arms around his back as you both dig deeper into the embrace.
āthen you donāt cry! it breaks my heart,ā he pouts, squeezing your hand again as he presses a chaste kiss to your chin, a contented sigh leaving him when you turn your face to kiss him.
your lips meld together sweetly, sharing one, two, three, soft kisses full of the taste of salt from your combined tears.
you pull back and allow your tired head to fall onto his shoulder again, jimin placing his head on yours with another soft sigh.
āfuck,ā he tsks after a quiet moment, turning his face to look at you with swollen eyes.
you chuckle humorlessly, stretching your neck to gingerly press your lips to the drying tear trails on his face. the apples of his cheeks appear as you do so, eyes creasing as he grins down at you.
āiām sorry for being depressing. i swear i had fun plans when i first came in here,ā you sigh, smiling when jimin smushes your cheeks together with his hand and pecks the damp skin with his lips, as you did him.
ādonāt be sorry. this has been a lot,ā he frowns, āand we needed the cry.ā
you hum in agreement, turning onto your side and settling deeper into his chest as his fingers soothingly dance along your shoulder.
āi love you so much,ā he murmurs, hand tracing down to rub calming circles into your back.
it doesn't matter how often you hear jimin say that he loves you; you have determined that your heart will nearly combust every time.
so you grin like a fool and hoist yourself up onto your elbows, hands settling on his bare chest. your eyes fondly dance along his features, from his sparkling eyes to his adorable button nose, to the perfect puffy pillows he has for lips.
āi love you so much,ā you trace his skin, running your thumb along the ridges in his abdomen. āthis is new,ā you comment on his physique with a quirked brow, jiminās face breaking into a big, beautiful smile as he laughs shyly.
āwow,ā you carry on, and embarrassed, he waves you off, which only encourages you to amp up the act.
āwhat, you want me to ignore this? i mean, iāve never seen an eight pack before!ā you exclaim, grinning when you see that heās now totally flushed pink, both from the way your nail traces down his happy trail and your praise.
āstop it,ā he whines, āyouāre torturing me. come up here,ā he gestures, patting his thighs. you lift a leg to straddle his waist, lowering yourself to sit on his hips.
itās instinctive and effortless, the way you fall down onto his chest. the way his hands travel down your lower back to rest on your ass, sinking his fingers into the flesh with what could only be described as a sigh of relief.
resting your face in the juncture between his chest and neck, you pucker your lips on the skin there, then move over to the column of his throat to do the same, and down to his collarbone. his breath catches in his throat when you open your mouth against him, hissing a breath through his teeth when you drag your tongue along the skin.
āsensitive,ā you tease as you pick your head up, the smirk falling right off your face as he lifts his hand and delivers a sharp smack to your ass. you inhale a sharp gasp as a hot wave of arousal washes over you, and the mood change in the room is instantaneous.
jiminās mouth actively seeks yours like a moth to a flame, lips colliding in a mess of teeth and tongue that has you keening for more. you moan into each other's mouths as he fondles your ass, sneaking a finger down between your legs to rub you through your dampening shorts.
the thought of jimin being unreachable again was constant worry gnawing at you. but for now, you are rested, reunited, and so, so in love.
and frankly, more than a little needy.
your tongues lazily tangle together as jimin traces his hands up your body, settling on your stomach and caressing the skin. you could almost laugh at the contradiction between the gentle circles heās rubbing into your tummy versus the way heās currently sucking on your tongue.
when you can no longer ignore the burning in your lungs, you lift yourself from his mouth, jimin swiftly taking the opportunity to lift your t-shirt over your head and chuck it across the room.
he stares at your bare chest with a deep groan, cupping your breasts and gently squeezing the tissue in his hands.
āfucking love it when you donāt wear a bra,ā he says, tweaking your nipples between skilled thumbs.
āyeah? wanna burn all my bras?ā you smirk, jaw falling slack when he dips forward to close his mouth around your nipple. he sucks on the aching nub until youāre whining his name, breaking away for only a moment to answer you.
āhappily,ā he simpers, switching to your other neglected breast. he encourages you with open palms on the small of your waist when you arch your back and push your chest further into him.
he pops off your chest with a shaky breath as your hips instinctively grind down on his lap, an airy whine erupting from the back of your throat at the feeling of his bulge poking into you.
āfuck, baby, just like that,ā jimin instructs with a soft moan, laying back against the pillows as his hands move to support your gyrating hips.
lowering yourself so your face hovers above his, you support yourself using the pillow beneath his head as you begin slowly rocking your hips along the tent in his boxers, back and forth, back and forth.
the friction is making you feel dizzy, rubbing you in all the right spots.
plus, the eye contact isnāt helping your case at all. jiminās half-shut eyelids send a stronger pulse between your legs. all you can concentrate on is chasing the pleasure you feel right now, taking jiminās short breaths as confirmation that you two are in the same boat.
ājimin, baby,ā you breathe, reluctantly stilling your hips, āi really could cum right now and that scares me.ā
your mouth twitches into a grin when he lets out a belly laugh in response, moving his hands up and down your back to help bring you back to earth.
āme too,ā he chuckles, āitās only slightly humiliating,ā he says as he kisses your shoulder, his head easily falling back onto the pillows as you meet his lips again.
jimin moans into your mouth as your other hand suddenly slips into his boxer shorts, wrapping your fingers around the base of him and closing your hand around him to squeeze his shaft. his eyes shift to look at your hand down his pants, but close as soon as you swipe your thumb across his tip.
youāre dragging your hand up and down on him, tracing your smallest finger over the dull pulse shooting up his cock. low whines are leaving his lips, his hand grasping your side when you quicken your pace.
āoh god,ā he rasps, āyou have to stop, baby.ā
when you continue your actions with a pout, he leans forward to press his lips to the wrinkle temporarily formed in your chin.
ābut i wanna make you feel good,ā you say. you still allow him to fully sit up, dropping his cock with a reluctant sigh.
āwell, i wanna make you feel good too. do we have a deal?,ā he grins as he takes hold of your ankles and pulls you toward the end of the bed, your eagerness showing in the way you shimmy out of your shorts and underwear in one go. you chuck said items across the room, jimin immediately sinking to his knees on the floor.
you shudder as he starts pressing open-mouthed kisses to the inside of your thighs, obviously teasing as you push your hips impatiently toward him.
ābaby, please,ā you beg, and he seems to get the message. placing his hands underneath your calves, he lifts your legs and guides them over his shoulders.
as you look down at him devilishly smiling between your thighs, you think that he would give the cheshire cat a run for his money.
when his mouth finally meets the area begging for his attention most, you let out a broken cry of his name, fisting the sheets beside you as he languidly strokes his tongue through the arousal spilling from you.
āhmmh,ā he moans into you, making you shudder from the vibration, knees going weak as he circles your clit with a pointed tongue.
your vision goes black once you feel one of his fingers circling your entrance, pushing its way in after you let out a garbled plea to the ceiling. he thrusts with one finger then adds another, hooking them to rub your sweet spot.
you feel a rush of heat rise in your cheeks at his actions, clenching the sheets with a whine as you start rocking your hips to fuck yourself onto his fingers.
āoh fuck, oh fuck! baby,ā you whine, letting a hand sneak down to settle on his head, gripping his hair and tugging just how he likes.
itās only been a few minutes and you can feel that youāre embarrassingly close, especially with the way jimin tauntingly drags his fingers just right along your walls, hitting your g spot with each pointed thrust of his hand. the pressure keeps building, electricity rippling through your lower abdomen as he hits your cervix.
āi-iām gonna cum,ā you stutter, jimin throwing an arm over your stomach to stop your writhing, holding you in place as he dips down to essentially make out with your clit.
and then the band snaps, time slows, and youāre falling, falling, falling.
when your vision comes back, jimin is above you, running his hands up and down your now sore leg muscles.
you reach out to place your hand on his shoulder, squeezing the muscle then bringing your palm around to cup the back of his neck.
āoh my god, i love you,ā you breathe, chest still stuttering from your high.
āi love you more,ā he coos, bringing his hand up to your hair, carefully smoothing it away from your face with his fingers.
itās quiet for a moment as your head slows its spinning. jiminās dark pupils pull you back to earth, glittering with your reflection.
āyou okay, my love?ā he murmurs softly, shifting his hand so he can swipe his thumb over your cheek. his appendage moves when you bob your head in response, flashing him a tired grin.
ānever been better,ā you confirm, āready for round two?ā
jimin crinkles his nose in amusement, dipping down to eagerly meet your lips. sighs and moans pass between you as he licks into your mouth, the taste of you rubbing off onto your tongue.
you pull him in tighter to you, jiminās hips thrusting into yours in pursuit of stimulation. you buck your hips up to meet his, the lazy pace of your grind far from satisfying your need.
āfuck me, baby, please,ā you break apart from the kiss with a whine, tracing your hands down his body to slip your fingers beneath his waistband once again.
this time, jimin eagerly straightens up, pushing his shorts down his legs and tossing them aside. his length slaps up against his stomach, and oh my god, you think, heās so hard it looks like it hurts.
āon your side, baby,ā he says with a soft pat to your ass, erupting into giggles when you all too enthusiastically flip over, leaving him to bounce on the bed beside you.
you eagerly settle back into his chest as he spoons you from behind, his arm wrapping around your torso to pull you as close to him as he can. you can feel the rhythm of his heartbeat pressing into your back, turning your head to look at him over your shoulder.
āi love that this is the only time youāre the big spoon,ā you tease, gasping when he lifts your leg and slides his cock through your wet folds.
as much as you like to tease jimin, you find that you like the end result of him shutting you up much better.
āfuck,ā you whisper as he bumps his tip into your swollen clit, needily rocking your hips back to slide along his length.
ājimin, please,ā you beg, and you donāt even recognize your own voice. you sound desperate, and with anyone else you would feel embarrassed. but itās jimin, who doesnāt miss a beat and instead leaves a wet smack of his lips on your shoulder, lining his cock up with your entrance and pushing the tip inside of you.
āoh,ā you blow a breath through clenched teeth at the intrusion, fingers digging into the pillow beside your head as pleasure spreads through your core already.
jimin grunts as he shifts his hips forward to inch inside, pulling back and thrusting more of himself into you. he curses as you squeeze him, letting his face fall into your neck.
a moan erupts from your chest as he bottoms out, while jimin blows out a breath he didnāt know he was holding.
āfuck, so good. youāre so good for me,ā he moans, sounding entirely delirious as he feels you wrapped around him like this for the first time in months.
he leans down to pepper kisses over your cheeks as he waits for you to adjust to him, pressing one last kiss to the side of your head as you nod for him to go.
āyou sure?ā he asks, chuckling when you try to thrust your hips onto him yourself. he follows your movements, gently pulling back and easily sinking into your entrance.
āfuck, yes, iām sure,ā you moan breathlessly.
jimin is increasingly vocal as your walls clamp down around him, sucking him in each time he pulls out. heās panting and repeating your name like a mantra, and you arenāt faring much better.
ājimin, make it hurt,ā you cry out, muffled into the pillow youāve buried your face into.
he bends your knee up further to spread you wider for him and picks up his pace, thighs clapping against your ass deliciously. the bed springs are crying out for help, the headboard banging against the wall as he carries you to the brink of another orgasm.
ābaby, iām close,ā you whimper.
jimin moans gibberish in response, a sure sign that heās almost there, too. you clench your muscles down on him, causing the flurry of noises from his mouth to increase.
the ball of heat is growing within your core, sweat beading on your forehead. you reach your arm behind you to hook around jiminās neck, turning your head to face jimin. and thatās really what does it.
he looks destroyed, eyes closed and eyebrows scrunched together. his mouth is hanging open, his chest visibly rising and falling as he rapidly thrusts into you, chasing ultimate relief.
youāre suddenly thrown into another orgasm, the feeling of your walls spasming around jiminās cock giving him the final push he needs.
you watch with dazed eyes as he quickly pulls out and strokes his cock in his hand, warm ropes of cum spurting from his tip to your ass, some drops landing on your lower back.
jimin breathes heavily behind you, and while itās tempting to cuddle you back to sleep, he begins to shuffle off the bed.
ānoooo,ā you whine in complaint, reaching out for him with a limp arm.
āiāll be right back,ā he coos, leaning over to kiss each of your knuckles before standing up and leaving you in the room.
he comes back minutes later with a cloth in one hand and a glass of water in the other. after passing the glass to you, he climbs back into bed and swipes the wet fabric over your backside.
once heās deemed you clean, he tosses the rag onto his other clothes littering the floor, and settles back into the mess of sheets and pillows. he reaches out to help as you turn your weak body around so youāre facing him, arms looping around his neck.
the air in the room is thick, an aspect confirmed by the distant sound of the air conditioner clicking on. nonetheless, you bury yourself into jiminās neck, smiling when you feel the drag of his bottom lip against your ear as he collects himself from a yawn.
youāre almost drifting off when you hear his voice, but youāve missed what he said. you hum in an unspoken request for him to repeat himself, straightening up to show him youāre listening.
he takes a breath, then pauses for a moment. you can hear that heās debating something in his head, and just as youāre about to try to encourage him, he comes out with a rare statement.
ācan i tell you a secret?ā
your interest is piqued by his request, opening your eyes with an eager nod.
jimin hates secrets, so he tends to tell you everything. some may say he overshares; you, however, would disagree.
āācourse,ā is all you can manage, completely spent as numb fingers search to interlock with his own.
āwhen this is all over,ā he starts, tracing his thumb along your knuckles and stopping at your fourth finger, āiām gonna marry you.ā
your breath hitches in your throat, eyes widening as you search for any hint of teasing in his features.
what you find instead is a gentle gleam in his eye, pupils staring into your soul as he glows from the inside out. he looks as if a weight has been lifted from him, and you wonder how long heād been thinking about this before he gained the courage to put it out there.
you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks, covering your face with open palms as you break out into a giddy grin.
āyou canāt just say that,ā you laugh, allowing him to pull your body up and over him so that youāre lying on his chest.
āwell, for now, iām just saying it,ā he retorts, ābut i fully plan on being your husband for as long as you let me.ā
you run your fingers across his pecs as you let his words soak in, nuzzling your cheek into his chest with increasingly misty eyes.
LONG-DISTANCE!JIMIN who has a lego doll of you as a keychain. on one of your video calls, Jimin was busy with several lego pieces while you read that book that you should have finished months ago. since you were both silent, you didnāt have any need to look at Jimin and see what he was doing ā a certainty in your calls was that each of you dedicated themselves to their hobby and there was never a need to talk. but when Jimin started calling your name very softly, you became curious. he contained a small smile, repeating your name with delicacy and a little grace, showing that he had something to tell you. so, when you looked at the screen and saw a lego doll with hair like yours and clothes in your favorite colors, you just smiled. Jimin was always so attentive, he loved loving you. āiām going to use this as my keychain! i need to find a way to keep it from coming apart. when i figure it out, iāll make a doll of myself and send it to you so we can match, what do you think?ā
LONG-DISTANCE!JIMIN who has contact with your closest friend to help him make surprises for you. loving you was the most natural thing for Jimin; however, showing this love was something more complicated since kilometers of distance prevented Jimin from worshiping you as you deserved. but that was no excuse for him not to love you. one way or another, Jimin managed to get in touch with your closest friend, asking if they wanted to help him with his little surprises. from picking bouquets of flowers, creating a picnic in the middle of the park or making a quick dinner, Jimin gave so many ideas and instructions to your friend that even they themselves felt Jiminās love for you. with surprises every now and then, ever since Jimin managed to form a friendship with that friend of yours, loving you was the most natural and easiest thing in the world. āi spoke to our mutual friend this week and they said they werenāt available this month. so i hope you know itās their fault! i still love you!ā
LONG-DISTANCE!JIMIN who keeps sending you the names of cities he wants to visit with you. Jimin had already seen the world but there was a lot of the world he hadnāt seen yet and it was these more remote corners that attracted Jimin. he didnāt even need to look; his phone already seemed to know that Jimin had a secret desire to see the world with you. by showing articles or photographs, Jiminās phone became a complete catalog of the most beautiful and forgotten places in the world, enticing Jimin with their splendid descriptions and breathtaking images. and when he was sure that was where he wanted to go, Jimin would send you the article or photo always with the same description, adding the name of this paradise to his endless list of places to visit with you. āanother paradise discovered. one day we will be here exploring these beaches. but for now, here are the photos as appetizers.ā
LONG-DISTANCE!JIMIN who has your coordinates as his phone password. when Jimin met you, he never thought you would become the most important person in his life. but the reality is that in mere days and weeks, your presence began to be something essential to Jimin and, after two, three months, Jimin knew that his true home was your soul. as such, Jimin wanted to have a lot of you in his daily life to disguise his neediness. it wasnāt easy being miles away from you, but at least you were in Jiminās life ā that was all that mattered. when your feelings were acknowledged and shared, there was a mutual agreement to wait for each other ā neither of you would deny your feelings, just keep them in a little box until the time was right. but Jimin was needy and Jimin needed you in his everyday life. so, what better solution than putting your cityās coordinates as your phoneās unlocker? it was something important to Jimin, something he used every day several times a day, it only made sense to make you guard his privacy, even though you were on the other side of the phone. āare you always going to move cities? i need to know if youāre really going to stay there to change my phone password. and now that i had just memorized your cityā¦ā
LONG-DISTANCE!JIMIN who is always available for a call, even when he was working. of course when Jimin is performing itās impossible for him to talk to you, but even so, he made an effort. amidst the rush to change clothes, get hair and makeup done, Jimin always found a second to ask if you were okay. Jimin knew how important he was in your life and he knew that those kilometers away were somewhat painful. thatās why Jimin always wanted to show you that you were always his priority ā whether he was working or not. whenever you needed a little āi love youā made on the spot, Jimin wasnāt afraid to call you and confess right then and there. your well-being was the most important thing, Jimin didnāt want to know anything other than you. āiām going on stage again. are you sure youāre okay? remember iām always here. 20 minutes and iām back, okay? i love you.ā
LONG-DISTANCE!JIMIN who is never jealous but pretends to be because he knows it makes you feel important. Jimin was confident in your feelings. the words you exchanged were too comical to be empty, becoming the fortifications of your relationship, the foundations of your love. as such, Jimin knew that you loved him and that there was no one but him. but Jimin also knew that you liked to feel loved, to feel important in his life ā being jealous of your friends or men who look at you was just to see you happy. Jimin found out that you liked seeing his more jealous side when he commented on a photo of you with your best friend, referring to the fact that the two of you were very close. and, since then, it was easy for Jimin to find one or another occasion to throw small words that made you feel important ā it was a small effort that didnāt cost anything. āyesterday you went to dinner at that restaurant you said you wanted to take me to. i thought only i was allowed to go there with you, but apparently you like everyoneās company more, right?ā
LONG-DISTANCE!JIMIN who waited for you outside your work on a friday. Jimin hadnāt told you that he was at the front of the building with a small bouquet of daisies in his hand. Jimin hadnāt told you that he had flown endless hours to be there at that moment. Jimin hadnāt told you that he had taken the weekend off to spend it with you. and Jimin had thanked himself for not having done that, because your look of astonishment when you saw him was something incomparable. it took you exactly one minute and twenty-four seconds to assimilate that image before you and, when your eyes confirmed that it was Jimin who was waiting for you downstairs, the smile you let out and the hug you gave him were the greatest gift the universe could have given to Jimin. finally you two were together. finally all those kilometers had reduced to mere millimeters. finally Jimin could love you like you deserved to be loved. āi have three whole days just for you. during this weekend iām going to show you that it wasnāt a mistake that you chose me as the keeper of your heart. i love you so much.ā
gojo x reader, noncurse!au
wc: 1.2k
warnings: MDNI!!!!! handjob, bondage (collar and cuffs), blindfolding, edging, light nipple play, he's so violently pathetic, he loves u so much he'll do anything you say!!!
a/n: ib a vid i saw on twt...
satoru sat sunken into the couch, legs spread far enough for you to hook yours over one of them. the weight of your legs kept him from turning away from you, which heād done enough of as you worked on him.
āāsā¦ so good baby. thank you. thank youāā he babbles.
your hand drags up and down his cock, the squelch of your fist around him filling his ears.
the only things that adorn his body were a blindfold and a red collar around his neck, thick and tight enough to please you both. attached to it were two chains, each of which led to smaller matching cuffs that bound his wrists. the unforgiving length of the chain left little slack for him to move his arms around, meaning his only option was to buck his hips further into your fist if he needed more friction.
visualizing his bareness in comparison to your casual appearance felt odd to him. being so out in the open while you had on a simple t-shirt and shorts made him feel inferior. embarrassed, even. he loves it.
each time he reached out in an attempt to place his hands over yours or touch himself, he was humbled by the chains that attached his hands to his neck. this only left him to twitch and jolt as you stroked him.
āyou want me to keep going?ā you asked sweetly. he could only choke out a groan and a desperate nod. the sweat on his body, the cold air of the room, and the increasing speed of your hand was enough to make him shiver.
he felt the warmth pooling in his lower belly as his labored breaths filled the living room. he could hear you saying something, probably sweet-talking him to get him closer, but he was already there.
right as he threw his head back in preparation for his release, you pulled your hand back, leaving his throbbing cock to bob in the air.
a loud, strained whimper escaped from his throat before you smiled satisfyingly. you sigh and he can almost hear your smile.
āokay! iām tired.ā
no, youāre cruel.
āwhat?ā a confused chuckle leaves his dry throat. he tries to scoot his blindfold up with whatever part of his hand that could reach his face, but heās met with little luck. it only slides up enough to give him a sliver of whatās happening in the room, but he still needs to tilt his head up further so he can see than just his wet lap.
what he sees is a now empty seat on the couch, where you were just sitting. he can hear your footsteps padding towards the kitchen. a clink of the bottles in the door of the fridge as you open it and heās screwing his eyes shut in frustration. he was so close, all he needed was your touch.
āno, no baby youā¦ have to help me.ā he shook his head in defeat with a smile of disbelief, chest heaving from the way you had just handled him.
coming back down to feel his still-leaking tip against his belly, this time without your touch, he scrambles to his feet, making his way towards you in hopes youāll help him out.
the sight before you was one you couldnāt ever forget. he slid down the couch and onto his knees so he could stand up easier, and frantically made his way to where you were bent over at the fridge. navigating around the coffee table and the articles of clothing heād stripped earlier in the evening, he stumbled over a throw pillow youād tossed earlier to make room for yourselves on the couch. choked whines and desperate pleas left his mouth as he pathetically made his way over. you pretended that he wasnāt knocking things over to get to you and continued to stare pointlessly at the contents of the fridge you held open.
when he reaches you, more cries fall from his lips. a cold wetness hits your outer thigh. he humped the air, using the side of your leg to rub himself on for some sort of stimulation. it didnāt matter where, as long as he was touching you it was enough to get him off. a smile creeps onto your face. you stand upward and turn to face the desperate man that stood before you.
āwhen did i say you could touch me?ā you question, stepping back with your arms crossed so there was no contact between you and him.
āiā¦ iām sorry iāā he took a deep shaky breath between his words, frowning at the lack of your skin on his.
you reach out and touch the tip of your finger to the underside of his tip, tracing his slit gently. his hips buck forward, searching for more of whatever youāre willing to give him.
using your freehand, you messily lift his blindfold all the way so it sits lopsided on his forehead. a fucked out smile paints his face as he looks at your pretty self. a blindfold isnāt something heād turn down, but nothing tops seeing you.
before he knows it, he watches you shut the fridge and feels the counter against his back. he goes to grip the edge for support, but is instead reminded of the cuffs and collar you decided to put him in today. not that heās complaining, heāll do anything for you.
your hand reconnects with him and you pick up the speed. another hand traces his hip and slowly makes its way up. you cup his chest, thumb brushing over his nipple, and smile up at him, sending a shiver down his spine. you haven't even done anything yet and heās ready to fall apart in your hands.
the way you squeeze him along with how you play with his chest sends him on his way. his breath hitches and he writhes under your touch. the familiar warmth was rebuilding itself in his lower abdomen, just waiting for you to say the word.
the smirk on your lips doesnāt falter as you savor the scene in front of you. his mouth hung open and let out shaky gasps while his hips pushed forward into your hand. before he could beg you to let him cum, you gave him the green light.
ālet go, honey.ā
strangled moans echoed off the walls of the kitchen. hips stuttering into your hand to overstimulate himself as he hunched over onto you. his cum coats your shirt and hand as he tried to make himself small within the crook of your neck. the hand that was once on his chest moved to cradle the back of his head while you helped him through his orgasm.
the amount of cum that covered your arm and clothing was shocking, really. āiām sorry,ā he said weakly into your neck. āiāll help you clean it. promise.ā
even while he wasnāt thinking straight, he thought of you. the least you could do was guide him back to the couch and undo the restraints heās dealt with for the last hour.
the gentle rubs you give his neck and wrists make him melt into your touch, melting the tension in his muscles. he nuzzles into you, slotting his naked self into your side as if you could somehow hold him closer than you already are. while rubbing up and down his arms, you suggest something.
āmaybe weāll put some on your ankles too next time.ā
nanami x fem!reader
wc: 1.2k
warnings: office worker!nanami (and gojo), bff!gojo, nanami humps his hand to a pic of u, he cums in his pants
gojo is not someone nanami enjoyed the company of.
everyone knew this, especially gojo. aside from meetings and short, work-related texts, nanami avoided conversation with him at all times and mastered the art of tuning him out. gojo didnāt care, he would talk to a wall if he wanted to.
nanami leaned against the counter in the breakroom while gojo went off about any and everything. the weather, his lucky socks going missing, burning his toast this morning, the usual. that was until, he brought up you.
this was the first time nanami regretted not listening to his frustrating coworker, and it will probably be the last. all he caught from the jumble of words gojo was spewing was ābest friendā before getting a full-brightness phone screen shoved in his face. it was a picture of you, gojoās so-called best friend, on the beach with him. you posed in a large sweatshirt, the only bottoms being stringy bikini ones. the sun beats down on your skin while gojo shielded your eyes so you could smile properly. his other hand rested high on your torso, nearing your breast, but you didnāt seem to mind.
nanamiās face falters when his eyes finally uncross. he swallows his saliva but it goes down the wrong pipe, and gojo notices.
āwhat was that?ā gojo pulls his phone away from his face and tilts his head in confusion.
he clears his throat, āwhat was what?ā
āyou made a face. was it about her?ā gojo raises his phone again and points at you on the screen.
āyouāre being annoying. no." he attempts to lean back so he was further from him, but he was already caged in.
āholy shit, it is. you think sheās pretty.ā gojo laughs in his face while reaching behind him for a napkin. he pulls a pen from his pocket and scribbles something down.
before nanami can swat his hand away, he shoves it in his suit jacket and pats it.
āshe knows about you already. sheās single.ā
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when nanami finally steps through the front door of his home, the first thing he does is slip his shoes and suit jacket off and plop himself on the couch. one person can only take so much of gojo's incessant rambling. when he shimmies off his jacket, he feels something crumple in the lining.
fishing through the pockets of his coat, nanami finds the napkin.
on it is your phone number, and unexpectedly, a username. itās simple, it sounds like itās just your first and last name. itās pretty.
the coat in his hand is tossed beside him on the couch, long forgotten once he starts mentally drafting a text to you. his fingers hover over the keyboard, hitting the backspace button more than actual letters. the message heād typed and retyped one-too-many times stared back at him as imaginary scenarios swirled in his head.
what if you donāt respond? heāll just look desperate. he doesnāt do things like this. he doesn't know how to.
but what if you do? what if you reply, and plan a date? what if it goes well and you go on another, and another, and another? one of those dates could be to the beach, and heāll be the one placing his hands too high (or low) on your body.
he sends a simple hello, an a clarification of who's texting you.
heat flushes his face over nothing and he takes a deep breath. he thinks back to the other thing gojo scribbled on the napkin, a username. almost on autopilot, nanami pulls up your profile and is clicking through your photos, being careful not to double tap at 2:23 a.m.
in one, you pose at dinner with a sheepish smile. your eyes arenāt focused on the camera, instead taking interest in the person holding it. he taps once to see if anyone is tagged, and thankfully, itās only the irritating person that gave him your number. he scrolls lower and lands on a photo of you in bed.
itās a screenshot from your laptop. you lay on your side in a loose lounge top, your head propped up by your hand. your shirt is a little lopsided, maybe from shifting around. the longer he drinks in your figure, the more he notices. he wonders if it was cold in the room, because through the thin-looking fabric your nipples poke out ever so slightly. thereās a thin sliver of your hip on the far right of the photo. did your shorts ride up? are you even wearing shorts? nanami doesnāt have time to dwell on that, he has something else to worry about.
calloused fingers run through his tousled blond hair. his face felt hot, and it was spreading down his neck. his palm falls to the back of his neck to rub it, maybe to rub away the filth he felt too. he trails lower, right below his collarbone to tug at the folded collar of his dress shirt. the hand that still held his phone scrolls a few photos down until he hits a familiar one. he hasnāt seen it before, but he recognizes something. the pattern on skimpy bikini you show off in this photo are identical to the one that peeked out from under your sweatshirt in the photo gojo showed him. it must've been taken on the same day. does he really get to see you like this all the time?
one final time, the two fingers that tugged on the sleek collar of his shirt skip over his torso and fall straight to the crotch of his slacks. the erection youāve caused is beyond embarrassing, the outline too easy to make out. his palm rubs over his clothed bulge and he lets out a hiss. the tips of his fingers donāt near his button and zipper because in his mind itās less pathetic if he keeps all his clothes on. in his mind, he didnāt actually touch himself to a picture of you for way too long, he didnāt wipe a dribble of drool from the corner of his mouth, and his cum definitely didnāt leak through in his pants over the thought of you.
he doesnāt even get a chance to catch his breath because a loud ding brings him out of his daze. the phone that he never let go of was still open on your photo, although this time the heart under your post was red. another ding rings out and he sees a message from an unsaved number hang over your picture.
heās fucked.
nanami wipes his sticky palm on the fabric that stretches over his muscular thigh and sits up straight. he taps the notification and feels his heart drop to his ass.
hi nanami! iām so happy he gave u my number
i see he gave u my @ too haha
he pinches the bridge of his nose and falls right back into his previous position, resting his head on the back of the sofa. you know. you know that he was stalking you in the middle of the night and now youāre laughing at him.
Iām sorry. It was an accident. Iāll be more careful next time.
he presses the blue arrow and wallows in his embarrassment. he wasnāt thinking straight. he shouldāve replied in the morning. instead, he should be changing his pants. or maybe dreaming of you. of course, the universe doesnāt even allow him to regret his actions. his phone buzzes.
series summary. where jimin is jealous of the beauty that is you, writes about it, and falls apart when you accidentally read it.
pairing. feminine!jimin x reader
rating. M | 18+ |
genre. enemies to lovers, feminine!jimin, self hatred au, slight identity crisis, self love journey, smut, sub! jimin, angst, fluff, heartfelt
w.c. 4.8k
warnings. heavy descriptions of self hate and self abuse later into the story, please be advised. mention of āunalivingā in this chapter.
ch summary. where oc convinces jimin to go to a frat party in an attempt to break him out of his shell
**this is part 2 of my series pretty like you, not a stand-alone
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āAnd then despite it all, she asked if I wanted to talk, can you believe it?ā
Itās been a couple of days since the incident at the art room, and Jimin canāt stop ranting about it like itās new news. He still hasnāt texted you, and itās not like he could since he doesnāt even have your number. He could get it from you in class, but thats a little hard when heās on a streak of skipping.
After you suggested to help him embark on a self love journey, Jimin has been so damn confused. He doesnāt know whether to jump at the opportunity, rot away in embarrassment that you read his journal, or be slightly offended that youād suggest help when he thinks heās just fine. Kind of.
All options are tempting, nonetheless.
Daisy, Jiminās cat that is currently victim to listening about what happened for the hundredth time, lifts up off her soft body and saunters out of his room. What? Sheās fed up.
Jimin, who is suffering from her rude and sudden exit, huffs as he debates whether he should follow up about that whole thing with you. Because despite all his options, heās leaning more towards just avoiding you at all costs and pretending that situation never even happened.
Except heāll remember. Itāll haunt him and his thoughts every night until he finally just addresses it.
And so thatās why he should go to class today. Maybe. Jimin squints his eyes as he contemplates and considers, ultimately deciding that coffee is the first step that should be taken. Especially since itās way too early to have a crisis, that can wait for later. Per usual.
Making his way to his Keurig, he pops a peppermint mocha flavored pod into the top compartment followed by a little water in another compartment until heās clicking a button to brew it.
āSo now you like me,ā Jimin scoffs as Daisy rubs against his ankle, excited for Jimin to give her breakfast.
Commanding to the manipulation of the feline, Jimin grabs a can of cat food out of a cupboard, internally scolding himself for being nice and buying her the expensive kind again.
Although, Jimin canāt blame Daisy for being fed up with all his predicaments. He would be too. However spilling to Daisy is much more acceptable than telling it all to his human best friend, Taehyung.
Jimin has already thought about the fact that if he spends time with you, whether it be for a self love journey or not, thatād be breaking some sort of bro code with Tae.
Youāre Taehyungās crush, and Jimin respects that. Plus itās not like Taehyung has to worry, youāre out of Jiminās league anyway.
However that hard on be got the other night still baffles him. Heās narrowed it down to being that youāre just attractive and heās just a gross horny man. But not even that sounds right.
Jimin has thought about inviting Taehyung to every outing you may have together, but he canāt. How in hell would he explain to his best friend that the whole reason heās seeing you is so that he can learn to accept himself and flaunt that feminine side of him? Let alone explain to him that you read his journal full of how much he envies and adores you at the same time. He canāt. More specifically, he wonāt. Taehyung doesnāt need to meet that side of him, Jimin thinks. Itās for the better.
Jimin ponders for a second, and he hates himself for pouring his coffee into a travel cup and slinging his backpack over his shoulder. He figures since heās already keeping a secret from Tae, one more shouldnāt hurt. Plus he canāt avoid you forever. Thereās really only one thing to do now.
āEat up Daisy, Iāll be back after class.ā
āJimin? Hey!ā
Standing in line at the campusās cafe, Jimin washes over in a cold sweat as the loud call of his name attracts the attention of almost everyone near. He came here to get an additional caffeine boost before class and more importantly stall from talking to you, but itās just his luck that youād be here too.
āHi,ā he mutters awkwardly, eyes on the ground the second you get closer.
Heās never seen you so up-close before. He wonders if your skin has always looked so smooth.
He wishes his skin were as smooth.
āI was gonna call to ask about your no shows in class but I completely forgot to give you my number the last time we talked.ā
Jimin finds this incredibly new and odd. Just a few days ago he hated you without knowing you and now youāre talking to him like a friend. Itās definitely going to take some getting used to.
āHere,ā you say as you hand him your phone, a new contact page open and ready for him to fill out. āThat way we can talk out of school, plus I found multiple super-helpful self esteem websites that you might liāā
āY/N,ā Jimin halts your enthusiasm. Again, way too early in the morning for this. āCan we not talk about it in such a public place?ā
His tone is hushed and embarrassed, trying not to let the several eyes on them to hear that heās struggling with self esteem. God this is so much more depressing than Jimin initially thought itād be.
āOf course, yeah no my bad.ā You rush your words, retracting your hand down before Jimin grabs the phone from you, typing his number.
āI dont expect you to waste time on me. Just text when you have absolutely nothing else to do. This isnāt important enough to occupy your schedule.ā
Immediately, you frown at his words. Sure this is important. And contrary to his request, you already cleared something off of your schedule for him.
āFirst off, this is important. I wonāt have you taking down on yourself anymore.ā
Jimin so badly wants to ask why, but he wonāt because thatās rude and you donāt deserve anymore rudeness from him. Not after what you read in the art room.
āSecondly, I already cancelled pilates for you. I have something else fun planned for us.ā
Jimin canāt help his sudden snicker.
āWhat?ā You ask, slightly offended.
āNothing, itās just funny you take pilates. Of course you do.ā
You wanted to carry on with being offended, but you felt a pang of accomplishment upon getting him to laugh. Progress, you think.
āYeah yeah,ā you dismiss as you tuck your phone into your back pocket, trailing back out of the cafe. āLaugh all you want but just know that this ass didnāt grow itself!ā
You: u, me, frat party tonight at 9.
Sat on the hard seats of the lecture hall, Jiminās eyes go wide as he reads your reply to his text.
The second you sauntered out of the cafe, you were quick to text Jimin in hopes to break the tension between you twoā which technically isnāt tension at all given Jimin is the only one who finds your new friendship odd. Well him and the rest of the students who saw you two talking together.
Jimin had asked what you had planned, and when you replied with frat party, he felt physically ill.
Jimin: absolutely not. sorry.
You: hear me out, itās not even a big party
You: itās very discreet and thereās only gonna be a couple people
Jimin locks eyes with you from across the room and mouths ānoā with an adamant shake of his head. You roll your eyes before your thumbs get back to texting him.
You: we can pregame before we go so u can loosen up
You: if youāre with me, thereās nothing to worry about
Jimin wants to be offended. He most definitely does not need you at his rescue. The intent however was a little sweet. God Jimin is reminded exactly why he despised youā youāre perfect.
Jimin: iāll think about it. thatās not a yes.
He pretends he doesnāt notice the little happy dance you do in your seat, nor the squeal of excitement you let out even though he didnāt give a definite answer.
Jimin starts to smile, but when he looks to his left he sees someone else whoās smiling at you and it vanishes. Taehyung. Completely gawking at you, Jimin fights that weird feeling that suddenly engulfs him. Maybe itās the fact heās hiding his new friendship with you from Tae.
Either that or somewhere in his subconscious, he doesnāt like how Tae is smiling at you.
āGod dude, isnāt she so cute.ā Tae whispers, completely oblivious to why youāre dancing in youāre seat.
Jimin trails his gaze to his lap as a bitter mood takes hold of him.
āYeahā¦ definitely.ā
Jimin is in a rut.
Even though heās still not certain about going to that party, finding a potential outfit never hurt anyone. Moments after he got home he was already sucked into his closet by the magnetic pull of all the great clothes he hasā even though he knows himself well enough to understand he will end up changing into his āboy clothesā no matter what he ends up choosing.
He slips on a black, oversized distressed sweater. The seams are ripped in just the right places, leaving a fraction of his chest, his belly, and a dash of his waist to be visible beneath the shredded fabric. The back showcases a fair amount of skin as well.
This one, Jimin thinks to himself, isnāt so feminine. Itās doable. Maybe.
He wants to pair it with a skirt but that would only be a waste of time because if he canāt even leave his apartment in a skirt to check the mailbox, he sure as hell will not be wearing it to a frat party of all places.
He grabs a pair of black chinos that he thrifted not so long ago, letting it rest low on his waist. He pulls the look together with black combat boots and a dainty necklace that he tucks beneath the sweater. It makes him feel pretty despite the fact heās the only one aware itās on him.
He steps back to absorb the outfit in the mirror, and he feels good. Itās a combination of both masculine and feminine and itās definitely testing the waters but Jimin knows his night wonāt be enjoyable in the least if he wears a baggy hoodie or tee. He likes what he has on, even if the frat boys will give him shit for it. Which they definitely will.
He hears Daisy meow across the room, and upon directed his gaze to her his eyes settle on the makeup bag tucked into the far back corner of his desk.
Heās tempted, he is. But he canāt. Heās not ready yet.
Just as he begins to walk towards his desk, only enticing himself further, a knock on his door is heard and he takes that as a sign from god herself that he should skip the makeup.
With a sigh, he heads to the door.
āKnockā¦ Knockā¦ Knock!ā
āJust a minute! For fuckās sake.ā
Irritated at the swat team-like announcement, Jimin swings the door open to reveal none other than Jessica Rabbit?
āYou didnāt tell me it was a costume party!ā Jimin complains as he steps aside, gesturing you to come in.
Both hands holding a bottle of E&J, you let yourself in and place the bottle on his countertop.
āOh yeah, itās a costume party.ā
āItās not even halloween,ā Jimin states the obvious as he instinctively heads for two glasses out of his cupboard.
āItās to make up for last year. There was a big game the day of halloween so none of the guys were in a party mentality.ā
Party Mentality?
Jimin canāt believe heās hearing about frat news from you, who is in his apartment dressed like Jessica Rabbit and is downing a shot straight from the bottle. What has his life come to.
You notice him staring so you apologize as you offer him the bottle to pour.
āFigured weād pregame like I said. Also we gotta figure out a costume for you. Ooh what about a slutty artist or something.ā
Jimin swears you make him lose brain cells. Sliding a now-filled glass toward you, he takes a large gulp of his own.
āSlutty artist?ā He thinks out loud. āIām fine with what I have on.ā
Jimin counts down the seconds until you praise his bold sweater choice, but he can feel the alcohol rise back up when you say the opposite.
āIn all honestly I thought that was a sleep shirt. Weāre putting you in something else.ā
You navigate yourself straight to what you assume is him bedroom, and Jimin nearly falls flat on his face chasing after you.
This may be a bit embarrassing for Jimin to admit to himself, but heās never had a girl in his room before. Itās intimate, he thinks. Having someone inside a room that has witnessed every one of his breakdowns, outfit changes, alone time moments, etcetera. Jimin cringes as memories from the other night come back to him.
āCute room,ā you tell him as you look around, admiring the fairy lights and album covers displayed. Jimin was always big on music. Maybe posters were too far given his age, but he didnāt care. He never thought someone else would ever see them.
Although, Tae has been to Jiminās place before. He knows about the posters and fairy lights. Though he never once questioned it or even talked about it. Only when he called that one poster of Ariana Grande hot. Thatās what Jimin likes about Tae, he never questions him. But itās not like Jimin gives him much to wonder about. Heās completely masked to the eyes of his best friend.
āThis,ā you start, dramatic tone and all, āthis is gorg.ā You hold out his favorite black skirt, and itās lightening quick how fast he snatches it from you.
āNo.ā He tells you, cheeks getting hot. Heās embarrassed to say the least. He knows you know about his self esteem issues, but you have yet to discover his fondness for feminine clothing. But you have now.
āWhat? Youāre embarrassed I found a skirt? If itās socially acceptable for women to wear sweats, then it should be acceptable for men to wear skirts.ā
Someone who gets it, Jimin thinks. This is the first time heās ever felt understood when it comes to this, and he doesnāt quite know what to say.
āBut skirt or no skirt, I think itās important that you feel sexy tonight.ā
āAnd why is that?ā Jimin plays along. He takes a seat on the edge of his bed as you continue to look through his wardrobe.
āBecause halloween parties exist solely for people to feel sexy all night.ā
āItās not halloween,ā Jimin argues again, earning a shirt thrown at his face. Giggling, he holds it out in front of him.
You stand in front of his closet with a look of excitement on your face. His reaction disappoints you, however.
āY/N, no. I canāt wear this out.ā
āJust try it on.ā
He knew this was part of your plan to get him to gain a little confidence and even convince him to leave the house in something he feels good in, but Jimin is adamant. He cannot wear this.
Itās a fitted baseball tee, extremely cropped and a shade of pale pink. Jimin cannot leave the house like this, despite how good it makes him feel deep down.
Reluctant and a tad shy, Jimin removes his sweatshirt from his body as he replaces it with what you threw at him. In the short moment he was bare, you mightāve stole a glance at his figure. His body is perfect, you think. Slim waist with faint yet toned abs and a noticeable amount of muscle on his arms. You take another sip of the drink that has yet to leave your hand.
āI look stupid.ā
āYou look sexy.ā
The compliment was unexpected and was more than enough to have Jiminās eyes widen. He breaks eye contact because how could he not, and he self consciously wraps an arm around his stomach.
More so his lap.
āI donāt know,ā he says faintly, mumbling over his speech. āI think itās a bit much.ā
āChange to grey sweats. You can tell people youāre a 60ās athlete, they dressed like this back in the day you know.ā
Yeah right, tell a bunch of actual scary frat boy athletes thatās heās mocking their style from the 60ās.
His brows furrow when you step closer to him, reclining down and reaching for the skirt he had snatched from you. You grab one of his wrists, placing the bunched up material into his hand. His cheeks are on fire, his heartbeat picking up.
āTry it on,ā you whisper. āFor me.ā
And fuck. Jimin is fully erect. He physically cannot bring himself to stand let alone change in front of you. He pushes your hand away, never wanting to disappear so badly.
āAnother time. You already got me to wear this tee, baby steps.ā
Disappointed, you think heās right. You canāt beg him to gain confidence to wear an entire outfit like this on the first day of his journey. It takes time, and luck for Jimin youāre very patient.
āAnother time,ā you repeat softly.
Jimin has been to a function with very little people before. He knows what a small little get together looks like. This partyā it isnāt that.
āYou said a couple people!ā He shouts over the blairing music as you pull him through the front hall and to the packed kitchen.
He has no clue whoās house this is and he hasnāt seen a single normal person. Everyone is either drunk, high, or the worst: a frat. He shivers in discomfort before you bring a shot glass to his lips.
āGuess word spread and more people came, no biggie.ā
He downs the shot of what turns out to be tequila, wincing as he coughs out a reply.
āHuge biggie.ā He looks around the crowded house after a bystander drunkenly bumps into him and slurs an incoherent apology.
This was a mistake.
āY/N, what is the point of me being here? This isnāt making me feel good about myself in the least, this isnāt my environment.ā
You take another shot before quickly grabbing a lime and placing it between Jiminās plump lips, and before he can register what youāre doing, your lips are already on his as you suck from the lime. Nipping the fruit with your teeth you pull it out and drop it into the sink, grin wide as Jimin turns fire hydrant red.
That shouldnāt count as a kiss, but you just sort-of-kissed Jimin. His mouth is dry, heartbeat in his stomach, and he is hyper alert on the way his knees are subtly shaking.
āEase up Jimin, itās gonna be a long night.ā
He didnāt know it then but thatās the last time heād be seeing you until the end of the party. He sauntered off to a random couch that was unoccupied for the most part, only some random (and gross) couple having a full blown make out session on the opposite side.
He made sure to keep his cup filled the whole night as thatās the only thing keeping him from walking straight out the door and back into the comfort of anything thatās not this party.
Heās spotted Tae a few times, who is dressed as Jack from the titanic, but Tae hasnāt noticed him yet which is probably because his rather different fashion approach and the fact heās at a frat party. If anything that should be a reason Tae spots him since heās the odd one out, Jimin thinks. Then again it is a costume party and no one look normal per-say. Nor is Tae the sharpest tool in the shed.
He also thanks the universe for not letting Tae notice you and Jimin arrive together.
Heās been glancing at you for a while now, the way you sway your hips to the rap song playing on the surround sound speakers. The way your skin is glowing even under the dim, groggy lights of the house. He watches the way smoke exits your mouth as Tae places a blunt between your perfect lips. He looks away when Tae also places a hand on your waist, dancing with you so intimately that it pains Jimin to see.
He knows heāll be hearing all about this from Tae. Youāre his favorite person, heās probably over the moon about dancing with you right now.
āJimin?ā Speaking of the devil.
Jimin waves awkwardly as Tae whispers something to you and proceeds to walk towards his direction. You go off to dance with a frat guy whoās been waiting all night to have your attention. Jimin finds him pathetic.
āWhat are you doing here? You never come to these kinds of things.ā
The music is loud but thatās nothing compared to how deep and confident Taeās voice is. Despite Jiminās desire to be more feminine, there are some masculine traits he wishes to have. A deeper voice is one of them. Not Taeās level of deep, but deeper than what his currently is.
āA friend forced me to,ā he admits, not naming names because how could he.
āOh you have friends?ā The younger man teases, earning a grumpy eye roll from Jimin. He takes another swig out of his cup.
Jimin remembers what heās wearing and wonders why his best friend hasnāt said anything about it yet. He almost wants to point it out so it doesnāt awkwardly go unsaid and leaves Tae to catch on to his secret need for femininity.
āLike my costume?ā Jimin asks, masking the fact that this is actually just a random shirt heās had in his wardrobe and not a costume.
Tae gives him a quick once over, not lingering his eyes on the top for long.
āOh what are you supposed to be?ā
He definitely thought that wasnāt a costume and instead a normal outfit. Jimin cringes, hating you right now more than ever for making him show up in this. But he also loves you for providing him with the save heās about to use on Tae.
āIām a 60ās athlete. They used to dress like this you know.ā
Taehyung hums, genuinely convinced.
āWah thatās clever. I thought that was yours for a sec.ā
Jimin hates himself for what heās about to say.
āWhy on earth would I own a pink crop top, thatās ridiculous.ā
They laugh it off, and Jimin feels a gut wrenching pang in his stomach. That sentence wasnāt made for him, and it made him a liar and a hypocrite to his own desire.
He needs to go now before he says even more self damaging nonsense.
āHey Tae, do you think you can get me a blunt?ā Jimin asks in hopes to excuse his friend and, well, get high.
āIs this coming from the same person that said smoking isnāt good for you?ā
Jimin remembers when he said that but heās far too drained to be defensive or right. He shrugs as he admits to his hypocrisy.
āYeah well so are frat parties but here I am. Cough one up, I know you have some.ā
Tae stands up to reach in his front pocket, pulling out a steep tin that reveals 3 joints. He hands one to Jimin, telling him a brief āIāll be backā before vanishing to find you again.
Something told Jimin to stay at the party despite how badly he wanted to go. He thought about how it may make you sad if he were to just leave, then he ridded that idea because why on earth would that make you sad. Nevertheless, he glanced outside to see if the crowd was acceptable to join. It wasnāt.
Deciding to not smoke with a bunch of frat guys, he goes the alternative route and heads for the hallway to secure an empty room. When he succeeds, he closes the door behind him and props the window open as he lights the tip of his joint.
He doesnāt smoke often, barely at all, but he needed this. As the smoke entered into his mouth he inhaled it eagerly, head rolling back as he slowly blows it all back out. This feels good, he thinks. The atmosphere on the other hand still could be better.
Jimin laughs to himself. Smoking weed at a frat party you invited him to. The world is funny that way, he nods to himself. Almost as funny as how youāre all he can think about right now.
He doesnāt know what it is. Itās not hate. For sure not love. Heās just thinking about you. Perhaps he misses your company? Or the way your skirts never reveal too much but just enough to drive him crazy.
The way your pouty lips move when you talk.
Your soft skin.
Your silky voice.
The way you look in that Jessica Rabbit costume you wore tonight.
Jimin is painfully erect, and without even noticing his hand has been palming himself desperately this entire time, blunt being delicately held in the other hand, occasionally being brought up for more puffs to fuel what heās doing right now.
āFuck Y/N, yes.ā
He unties his sweats. One more rough drag and he kills the blunt on the rim of the windowsill, both hands focusing on himself now. One hand tugging his waistband down, the other guiding himself out. And all he can think about is how sexy you are.
He gets carried away, going so fast on himself that he doesnāt hear or see the door open. Heās high beyond belief, god only knows what Taehyung had laced in that blunt, and so when he sees you he swears his imagination is just very vivid.
Until his conscience registers and he almost squeals as he lunges back in shock of the situation.
Quickly you run up to him just in time to pull his entire body back and preventing him from falling out the window. Youāre breathing heavy, half because of what you saw moments before and partially because you just saved his life.
āFuck Jimin, be careful.ā
And how fucking peculiar it is that youāre not addressing his cock that is out in the open between the two of you.
Jimin canāt speak. He almost literally died from being caught jerking himself to you while being high out his mind.
What a fucking legacy heād have left.
After catching his breath he frantically goes to put himself away but his hand is stopped by yours.
āYou know people sneak into rooms at parties to have sex with each other, not to do themselves.ā
His cheeks flush red.
āOnly freaks do that.ā
Jimin has wanted to before, but he officially wants to unalive himself. How pathetic he is, he thinks.
āIām sorry, Iā¦ Iām really high right now and I thought I locked theāā
He cuts himself off when you guide his hand back onto himself.
āYouāre not gonna ask me why I came in here?ā
Jimin takes a deep breath.
āWhy?ā
You pull your bottom lip into your mouth, very slowly putting his own hand into motion against himself.
āBecause Iām a freak too.ā
Your words came out in a faint whisper but Jiminās senses are heightened and he hears it like a megaphone in his ears. Your tits are practically spilling out your tiny red tube dress as you lean to help him stroke himself. A shiver cascades down his whole body, an unintentional yet hesitant whimper rumbling off his throat.
You giggle, then abruptly you stand. You lean down and peck him on his frozen, plump lips.
āHave a good night Jimin, Iāll be in contact for our next power move.ā You walk towards the door. āMasturbating is a good way to show yourself love, kudos to you kid.ā
Jiminās hand is glued to his stiff cock, frozenly just keeping it there as he stares at you with his mouth agape.
āIāll lock this on my way out, by all means finish and do not fall out any windows.ā
And just like that you open the door only a couple inches and squeeze out to give him privacy. Heās left in the same spot, still in absolute shock.
Youāre perfect.
Youāre beautiful, and apparently so fucking sexy in sexual situations. It takes only one more stroke and one more thought of you for Jimin to reach the finish line, cum dropping down his hand and shaft as he fucks into his fist.
He breathes jaggedly until heās drained of all energy and collapses on the bed.
To his shock, heās not freaking out. Heās actually smiling. Then again that could easily be the weed talking. What did taehyung put in that anyway?
Jiminās smile dissipates as an ugly thought sends a cold chill throughout him.
Youāre his best friendās crush. Youāre Taehyung's. And he just betrayed him. Jimin hates how the universe works sometimes. When one thing goes well, the whole world goes to shit.
The world is funny that way.
ply pt 2???? im sorry for how long it took luvies, last year was so intense. i hope you all are still here to readšæ run this uppppp cuties!! til next time luvsš¤ā¤ļø
doing jiminās hair!!!! imagine!!!! like running your fingers along his scalp and his cute little sighs bc it feels so good and then you start putting his hair up or braiding it..iāve made myself sad
āDoes it look pretty?ā
jimin x reader (or oc)
genre: fluff
word count: 519
a/n: hi lovely, I wrote this in about twenty minutes after waking up from a thirty minute snooze and a quick shower, so it might be shit and if it is, Iām sorry! I havenāt even proofread it but I wanted to write it and get it posted. So good night or good morning, depending on where you live and when you find this. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy :))Ā
YOU smiled at the elongated groan that left your boyfriendās mouth, muffled against your abdomen as he push his face against your body. His arms were wrapped around your waist as he rested against you, you sitting upright with your back against the headboard, your hands in Jiminās hair.
As you gently scratched his scalp, the exhausted man let out small sighs, nuzzle his face against yours as his arms loosened around you, a sign of his relaxed state.
He wasnāt ready to wake up yet and he was just absolutely adorable in his sleepy state.
āYour hair is so soft,ā you whispered to him, your voice thick with sleep. āI need to start stealing your conditioner.ā
Jimin turned his face just enough for you to catch his small smile as you looked down at him. āDonāt make me fight you,ā he teased making you giggle as you separated a section of his hair into three pieces.
Intertwining the pieces into a small disarray braid, you chuckled lighting at your work, starting another braid at the back of his head.
āMm,ā he moaned through his sleepiness. āFeels good.ā
You smiled at the comment as you finished up the second braid. āWhat time do you have to be at work?ā
āEight,ā he mumbled, tightening his grip around your waist again. āI donāt wanna,ā he whined.
āChim, itās 7:20, you gotta get up,ā you told him, dividing yet another section of hair in preparation to braid it. He groaned in protest, you rolling your eyes playfully.
āYour hair is already done,ā you told him with a grin, Jimin giggling against you.
āDoes it look pretty?ā He asked playfully, you nodded as you laughed.
āSo pretty. Youāll be the prettiest boy in that dance studio,ā you told him as you continued toying with his strands. āOh my god,ā you gasped, digging through a section of his hair, Jiminās eyes popping open in worry.
āWhat?ā
āYou have a bald spot,ā you told him, your boyfriend rolling over onto his back as he felt at his head in search of the hairless area.
āWhat the-ā he said in panic. āReally?ā
āNo,ā you said simply, shaking your head as you head back a laugh. āNot really, but hey, youāre awake now.ā
Jimin shot you a glare as you burst into laughter at his expense, his lips curving up into a smile as he shook his head.
Suddenly, he grabbed your hand, tugging you forward so you were lying against him, rolling you over so he was hovering atop you.
āI canāt believe you,ā he complained through a wide smile, kissing all over your face.
āI couldnāt help myself,ā you squealed as he started tickling you.
āYou demon,ā he laughed as his tickling faded, his forehead resting against your own. āIām gonna get revenge you know.ā
āYeah, yeah,ā you teased, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, your fingers playing with the hair at his nape. āBring it Park.ā
As you flashed him a smirk, Jimin decided to push his mouth to yours, you know, just to wipe that cocky smile off your face.
y/n doesn't know how to be petty & jealousy is not a good look on jimin
āŗĀ pairing; park jimin x reader // balletteacher!jimin x ballerina!y/n
āŗĀ genre; balletteacher!jiminiverse!! i think thereās a fairly good balance of honk honk humour and angst and fluff in here but i could be wrong!! seulgi (once again) is a pot-stirrer and you can either love her or hate her for it!! jungkookās cute and is a really good dance partner!!Ā
āŗĀ wordcount; 12.1k
āŗĀ summary; surprisingly enough, both y/n and jimin are great at acting unaffected by their devastating breakup ā itās only when theyāre reunited two weeks later in class that their nonchalant, callous composures begins to crack.
āŗĀ what to expect; āi just think the respectable move is to wait until weāre done learning, mr. park. or would you like to continue wasting everyoneās time by singling out jungkook and i just because youāre clearly in a sour mood for no reason and seem to be enjoying using us as your emotional punching bags?āĀ
āŗ currently playing on cee.fm; need you now ā lady antebellumĀ
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the feeling of your phone buzzing rapidly against the mattress is the thing that rouses you from yet another restless night of sleepĀ
you kept waking up every few hours and every time you woke up youād be awake for at least another hour before dozing back offĀ
youāre pretty sure you fell asleep close to six in the morning and according to the clock on your bed stand itās already 1:30 but somehow you still feel so, so groggy despite getting seven and a bit hours of sleepĀ
you peel an eye open reluctantly, staring at the bright vibrating rectangle for a few seconds before you drag your arm up lazily to grab it because something crazy must be happening if the group chat is chirping away like thisĀ
youāve had your phone on do not disturb for the past week (except for the few times lisa clearly hit the ānotify anywayā button to get your attention) so youāve kind of been out of the loop but being present and a functioning member of society isnāt exactly the first thing on your mindĀ
people are right when they say time just melds together when youāre going through a breakup because you honest to god do not even know what day of the week it isĀ
āokay, whatās going onā¦ā you mutter to yourself, voice thick with sleep as you roll over onto your back and bring your phone up to your face to unlock itĀ
it takes you a couple of tries to get into your phone because of how bright the screen is and you curse before resorting to typing in your passcode with fumbling fingers insteadĀ
you havenāt been on your phone too much becauseā¦ well, youāve just not really been in the mood to do anything but rot in bed all day with the curtains drawn ā and not to mention, every time youāre on your phone youāre just waiting for a text or a call or literally anything from jimin but unsurprisingly itās been complete silence on his end
youāve mostly been ordering takeout and also youāre pretty sure you went the whole day without drinking water yesterday, so all in all, it doesnāt seem like youāre handling this very wellĀ
what makes things worse is that you have class today and itāll be approximately a week since you last saw jimin and the two of you officially ended things and seven days is simply not enough recovery time ā you havenāt even accepted the fact that you can no longer call him your boyfriend and that you have to call him your ex-boyfriend now (and teacher, but itās not like thatās anything new)
i think we should end things permanently, because i want to be in a real relationship instead of whatever the fuck this has been.Ā
jiminās words ring loudly in your head and you feel your eyes starting to well with tears for the trillionth time in a row as you mindlessly scroll through all the notifications that have been marinating on your phone for the past seven daysĀ
the only thing youāve been able to focus on is replaying that last conversation with jimin in your head and itās driving you up the wall
i never said i was ashamed to be with you, jimin.Ā
you never had to say it for me to see it.Ā
āgodā¦ā you mutter, reaching up to pinch the bridge of your nose in a poor attempt to stop the tears from flowingĀ
you havenāt been able to stop thinking about jimin and what makes it harder is the fact that you canāt talk about this with anyone without exposing yourself and jiminĀ
and as much as you love lisa, you know that if you told her she would of course be concerned about you but would also have a million questions for you and youāre just not in the mood for an interview at the momentĀ
another thing youāve been thinking a lot about is what wouldāve happened if you grabbed the phone and called lisa when jimin told you to call your friends and tell them the truth
would he have stayed?Ā
was that really the proof that he needed to show him that you wanted to be with him?Ā
would that have fixed everything?
youād still have to hide your relationship ā the only difference that telling your friends would make is that mr. park would be accused of playing favourites and knowing a few of the chatterboxes in class, word would spread very fast and it probably wouldnāt take long until you get an email from the dean asking you and jimin to come and speak to himĀ
and then either jimin would get fired or youād be expelled and both those options sound like hellĀ
with that being said, wasnāt it an incredibly unfair move on jiminās part to ask you to do that for him?Ā
what if youād asked him to call the dean to tell him that you two were together?Ā
given the circumstances, wouldnāt jimin be hesitant to do it as well???Ā
well, you suppose in your scenario itās a little less high stakes because youād just be telling a close friend, but stillā¦ you did the right thing, didnāt you?Ā
it was irresponsible of both you and jimin to enter into a romantic relationship when you guys are teacher and student, and you had to put an end to it before the truth eventually came out and tore the two of you apart
this was the right thing to doĀ
now jimin can continue teaching, and you can continue learning at this very prestigious dance academy that you worked very hard to get intoĀ
plus mom and dad would probably kill you if you got expelled over something as scandalous as this
sometimes doing the right thing feels bad! and itās okay that you feel very, very bad at the moment, because feeling bad is just a normal part of the human experience. Ā
you let out a huff of frustration, rolling onto your back as you look up at the ceilingĀ
ā¦but how do you know if you did the right thing or not?Ā
you let out a slow exhale, shaking your head as you bring your phone back up to look through all your texts
you canāt help but wince a little looking through all your missed notifications throughout the week
most of your texts are from lisa and you know sheās going to want some kind of an explanation of your disappearanceĀ
from: lisa [wednesday 9:08am] ā are you okay? barely heard from you all weekĀ
from: lisa [thursday 6:23 pm] āĀ ??Ā
from: lisa [friday 10:32am] ā y/nĀ
from: lisa [friday 11:02am] ā helloooooo some kind of indication you are alive pleaseĀ
from: lisa [friday 8:14pm] ā okay well youāre still sending me tiktoks so ik youāre aliveĀ
your thumb goes tired from scrolling through all of lisaās texts and you finally reach the end to see that she texted you a few minutes agoĀ
from: lisa [1:22pm] ā are you coming to class today?Ā
your fingers pause slightly as you think about how to respond and how to act casually about the fact that youāve been a ghost for the last weekĀ
to: lisa [1:34pm] ā yes!! iām comingĀ
to: lisa [1:34pm] ā SORRY i havenāt been responding to your texts, social batteryās been weirdly low and feeling blegh bc period but iāll see you today mwahahaĀ
unsurprisingly, lisa doesnāt take too long to respond because sheās always on her phone and itās never on do not disturb-Ā
from: lisa [1:35pm] ā hmmmm okayyy hope youāre feeling a little better at least? just glad ur alive! iāll see u later ALSO read the group chat bc omg iām deadĀ
from: lisa [1:35pm] ā mr. park
your stomach dips a little in anxiety at the mention of mr. park because the point of looking through your texts was to distract yourself from any thoughts of jimin, but then again, why are you surprised? the girls are obsessed with him and heās always a hot topic in the group chatĀ
one time he showed up to class wearing a pair of jeans that made his butt look really good and it was a topic in the group chat for like a week and a half straightĀ
you switch over to look through the group chat, scrolling up the literal hundreds of texts until you get to whatās clearly the meat of the conversationĀ
seulgi [best ballerinas š¤] ā You guys arenāt going to believe what I heard
seulgi [best ballerinas š¤] āĀ Rmb how I said Iām pretty sure Miss Im and Mr Park are like meant to beĀ
seulgi [best ballerinas š¤] ā Apparently they were out on a date this weekend
lisa [best ballerinas š¤] ā wtffff NO WAYYY wait whereād u hear it fromĀ
seulgi [best ballerinas š¤] ā One of the guys from Miss Imās classĀ
seulgi [best ballerinas š¤] ā He slid into my DMs after their performance š š¼ as he should š š¼ and then we were texting for a bit and he just told me that he saw them walking around downtown together lmfaooooo I totally called itĀ
you donāt even bother reading the rest of the messages but through your frantic scrolling you manage to catch a message from seulgi teasing you directly about losing your precious mr. park and- āoh, just give me a break!ā you groan obnoxiously, tossing your phone aside before flipping onto your stomach and letting out a muffled scream into your pillowĀ
great!
good for them!
good for jimin, good for nayeon, good for the happy couple! youāll have to make sure to ask jimin if youāre allowed to bring a plus-one to their wedding and what colour they want to paint the nursery for the child theyāre going to have whoāll undoubtedly be the cutest baby on the goddamn planet-Ā
the thought of playing hooky and calling in sick so you donāt have to go to class crosses your mind briefly, but then you remember that in order to do that, youād have to call mr. park to let him know (one time, lisa asked jisoo if she could let him know that she wouldnāt be in class because of a bad cold, and both lisa and jisoo ended up getting mildly scolded because why are you asking your classmate to talk to me for you, and why are you talking to me on behalf of your classmate?) and needless to say, the last thing you need is to talk to jimin and pretend like the only problem you have is that youāre not feeling well and you donāt think you can come to class todayĀ
and not to mention, with this new piece of information of him and miss im going out on a date over the weekend, you donāt want him thinking that he won the breakup because youāre so heartbroken that the only thing you can do in stay in bed and cry (even though technically thatās what youāve been doing all weekend, but whatever) ā as heartbroken as you are, youāre just as stubborn so you will be going to class and youāre going to try your absolute best to keep it togetherā¦ you have to.
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jimin splutters after splashing icy, ball-shrivelling cold water onto his face, blindly fumbling for the towel in his duffle bag before using it to pat himself offĀ
he looks at himself in the mirror, leaning closer and reaching up with a finger to pull at the bags under his eyes
the last time he had bags this bad was when he would stay up all night rehearsing for his own examsĀ
thereās not enough concealer in the world to hide the bags he has nowĀ
needless to say, this breakup has completely destroyed him and this is the first time he actually has no idea to conduct himself after ending things with someoneĀ
heās had flings and short relationships all throughout high school, undergrad, and even at the academy, and it usually only takes him a few weeks to fully flush his ex out of his system, but he can already tell that this breakup is nothing compared to those onesĀ
sure, he was sad after his breakup with nayeon and couldnāt even force himself to get over her for much longer than heād anticipated, but that was then and this is now ā and now, he can fully say that the breakup with you is one of the most devastating things to ever have happened to himĀ
heās been so out of it all week that he even ordered pizza for himself on friday night instead of digging into his usual meal of [insert choice of lean protein here], roasted vegetables and brown riceā¦ a family sized pizzaĀ
a family sized pizza!!! a pizza for an entire family!!Ā
the only time he went out this week was saturday afternoon when nayeon texted him to ask him if he wanted to go out for coffee and also to discuss what they wanted to do for their conjoined class todayĀ
and to be honest, jimin barely remembers what they talked about that day and heās hoping that nayeon will carry them both through todayās class because mr. park is just not mentally here at the momentĀ
to be honest heād kind of been dreading coming to class (can you blame him?) and he considered calling in sick and cancelling class today, but if he cancelled today, thatād mean heād have to have an extra makeup class next week and- well, he canāt avoid seeing you foreverĀ
itās just that he doesnāt even know if he can look you in the eye after you basically showed him that you donāt want to be with himĀ
itās embarrassingĀ
heās heartbroken and humiliated and hurt and youāre basically the only thing thatās been on his mind this whole weekĀ
admittedly it was a little selfish of him to demand you to call your friends to tell them that you were dating him
it was an unfair move on his part and he knows he acted out of emotion, butā¦ well, he just wished that you fought harder to keep him, thatās allĀ
and itās true that he always felt like you were slightly embarrassed to be with him ā he was never afraid to hold your hand in public and act like a normal couple but it was always a little upsetting to turn and see you cowering down or hiding behind a pair of sunglasses or baseball hat or something to conceal your identityĀ
he knows that you only did it to protect the both of you from being exposed, but you didnāt have to hide yourself all the timeĀ
you guys couldnāt even go to restaurants without you quietly requesting for a table at the very back to avoid being seen by anyone passing byĀ
maybe this breakup was for the best, now that heās had a week to think about itā¦
sure, his relationship with you was one of the best heās ever had and heās pretty sure heās head over heels in love with you and would 100% say it back if you said it to him, but hey! heāll get over it one dayĀ
youāre his student, heās your teacher ā it was inappropriate from the start and it was irresponsible of him to pursue anything with you, so this breakup was a good thingĀ
it never wouldāve worked out in the end, and itās better that it ended sooner or later
this was just a lesson from the universe that he had to learn, and yes, it was a very hard lesson, but heās always been good at learning and heās just going to take this as a sign to not get involved with another one of his students ever again!
it was silly of him to think that it would ever work out in the first place, anyway, so if anything, he should be able to move on and move on fastĀ
easy peasyĀ
āeasy fuckinā peasy.ā jimin clears his throat quietly, running his damp fingers through his hair as he looks at his reflection in the mirror from side to side, āiām park fuckinā jimin. top of my class, aced all my exams, youngest and most sought after teacher at this academy,ā he puffs his chest out slightly, nodding to himself as he feels his confidence coming back to him
heās mr. park, he knows heās hot shit!Ā
he doesnāt need you to feel complete
he doesnāt need you at all
he hears the voice in his head let out a laugh of disbelief followed by an all-knowing alright, keep lying to yourself if this is how youāre planning on coping with this breakup and immediately shuts it out before bending down to grab his duffle bag, swinging it over his shoulder before putting a pair of thick-rimmed, square framed glasses onĀ
he forget to order more of his contacts over the weekend so heāll have to wear his stupid dorky ass glasses today (the memory of you telling him how much you love it when he wears his glasses flashes in his mind and he shuts it out as best as he can, but the thought of getting you flustered today in class with these glasses makes the corner of his mouth twitch in a cocky smirk.)Ā
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āwow, look whoās alive!ā you jolt in surprise when lisa slings an arm around you from behind, leaning her head against yours with a grin as the two of you continue walking towards the main doors, āperiod cramps are brutal this month, hey?āĀ
āyeah, itās been- ha, not great, you know how it is-ā you press your lips together in a tight smile as you pop your airpods back into the case so you can give your friend your full attention, āsorry iā¦ barely texted you all throughout the week, iāve just- um-ā you clear your throat quietly, pausing for a second to think about what excuse to give lisa
you feel awful for lying to her about all of this because you know that lisa would never be upset or angry with you and is only here to help you because sheās your friend, but stillā¦ the wound is a little fresh at the moment so lying will have to doĀ
because if you rip this bandaid off right now and she gives you that sympathetic head tilt and shoulder droop and big sad eyes combo, you are 100% not going to be able to make it through this class without completely losing your mind and you are certainly not about to burst into tears in front of your classmatesĀ
āyouāve just what?ā lisa nudges your side to get your attention and you look over at her, your mouth still hanging open with no fake excuse sitting on the tip of your tongueĀ
youāve never really been good at thinking of things on the spot
youāve also never been good at lying so thereās that to consider as wellĀ
āi justā¦ i donāt know! weird mood. one of those weeks, you know?ā you shrug weakly, lisaās brow raising slightly before she purses her head and nods slowlyĀ
āno, thatās okay! i was just worried about you, thatās all. but youā¦ know you can talk to me about anything, right?ā she holds the door open for you and you offer her a meek smile, swallowing the lump in your throat as the two of you head towards the changing roomsĀ
āyeah, i know.ā you respond quietly, choosing not to say anything else after that even though you know youāre acting very suspicious and you have a feeling lisa knows youāre hiding something from herĀ
āyou excited for class today?ā she changes the subject swiftly and you immediately nod even though you have no idea whatās happening in class today, āiāve been buzzing about it all week. miss imās boys are so fine.āĀ
ātheyāre- oh, we have the, uh- theyāre coming to our class today, right? weāre, like, pairing up with them or something like that, right?ā you clear your throat, opening your locker door up before sitting down on the bench to take your sneakers off, āyeah, theyāre all very nice to look at. that jungkook guy is nice, i follow him on instagram.āĀ
āoh, jungkook is- mmph-ā you canāt help but giggle when lisa bites her fist, āheās more than very nice to look at. you should ask him out. he was making googly eyes at you at mr. park and miss. imās performance.āĀ
the reminder of that night immediately kills the vibe and you feel your mood drop, but you focus on taking your socks off instead of thinking about i think we should end things permanently, because i want to be in a real relationship instead of-
the sound of lisaās locker door slamming shut snaps you out of it and you turn to see that sheās already fully dressed and ready to go with her water bottle in one hand and her phone in the other, āyou want me to wait for you?āĀ
āyou can go in first! iāll be a while, i-ā you look down at yourself and your sweatpants, letting out a breath because youāre already exhausted and changing into a leotard is no easy feat, āi still have to change and then i have to pee and stuff, but iāll see you in there.āĀ
as soon as lisa leaves, you feel yourself slump as you lean over with your elbows on your knees, your mind immediately spacing outĀ
you are not mentally here right now and you donāt know how youāre about to go through a two hour class where the main thing you have to do is focus otherwise you get in trouble for itĀ
āitās a guy.āĀ
you immediately perk up when you realise you arenāt alone and you turn to look over your shoulder, your brows knitting together in confusion as you blink up at seulgi before looking back down at your duffle bag quickly and pretending like you were in the middle of going through it, āwhat are you talking about? and how the hell did you get in here so quietly??āĀ
āitās a guy. am i right?ā seulgi sighs, ignoring your second question (though you are genuinely curious how she managed to come in without you noticing, or maybe youāre just really really checked out that you didnāt notice her at all) and plopping herself down on the bench next to you before crossing one leg over the other and crossing her arms over her chest, āthatās why youāve been acting so off all week.āĀ
āwhat are you on about?ā you snort, though you canāt help but think to yourself how true it is that women are very intuitive when it comes to pretty much anything but especially when it has something to do with menĀ
and seulgi is the best at figuring things out ā especially when it comes to things that are literally none of her business like this!Ā
āyouāve been weirdly civil with me over text when you usually bite back with something.ā she raises her chin slightly, her gaze never leaving your face, āyou never just sit there and take it.āĀ
your eyes flicker slightly and you find yourself unable to look seulgi in the eye for more than two seconds before looking away, and you feel the hairs on the back of your neck prickle when she gives you that one look that screams iām not going to stop pestering you until you tell me what drama youāre swept up inĀ
āwhat makes you think that me being civil has something to do with guy problems?ā you blurt out, your cheeks starting to grow pink out of anxiety because now you know that seulgiās onto you, āalso, we rarely text and talk outside of class except for when weāre out with the other girls for brunch or something. why do you care about my texting style all of a sudden?āĀ
āwell, you didnāt deny anything.ā seulgi points out, and your hand immediately freezes in your bag upon the realisation that yeah, you didnāt deny anything and seulgi is definitely onto you and is also definitely right because you definitely are going through guy problems right nowĀ
but how much can you trust seulgi? you havenāt even told lisa who is arguably your best friend in the class and also the entire world
āwe arenāt friends, seulgi. you donāt have to pretend like you care.ā you mutter, voice wavering slightly as your eyes begin to brim with tears because this is the first time someoneās asked you if youāre okay in person and clearly youāre an emotional wreck if seulgi is the one asking and itās making your eyes tear upĀ
keep it together, keep it together, keep it together, you remind yourself, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you pull your leg warmers on and quickly reach up to wipe a rogue tear away before seulgi sees you cryingĀ
āso it is a guy.ā seulgi hums, nodding her head to herself before clicking her teeth, āknew it. is it someone we know? was it a hookup? long time situationship? did he ghost you? have you been secretly dating someone this whole time and you just got dumped by them?āĀ
all the blood drains from your face as you turn your head to look at seulgi with wide eyes (nearly snapping your neck in the progress), your lips parting before you quickly shut then and turn back to pull your slippers onĀ
seulgiās eyes widen before she blinks rapidlyĀ
no wayĀ
this whole time youāve been dating someone?!Ā
to be honest seulgiās always thought you were a massive prude who would crumble at the sight of a couple holding hands in public so this is actually a pleasant surprise for herĀ
āno fucking way!ā seulgi delivers a harsh slap to your shoulder and you press your lips together, your eyes fluttering shut because fuck, the jig is up and now you have to confess to your sins to someone who cannot be farther away than good and holy, āoh my god. y/n y/l/n, you sneaky, sneaky girl. who?!āĀ
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āare those new leg warmers?ā lisa looks over at you as you stretch beside her, and you look down at your brand new (grey, with little thunderclouds on them) leg warmers before nodding, āyet another pair for your already extensive collectionā¦ā
āwell, what can i say?ā you chuckle, reaching down to smooth them down a little before shrugging, āi wasnāt gonna get them, but retail therapy always makes you feel better when youāre feeling like shit.ā you blurt out, looking up slightly when you realise that saying retail therapy implies that something happened in which you need to make yourself feel betterĀ
ā¦
āretail therapy? what on earth bugged you so much that you needed to buy something?ā lisa snorts, pulling her hair up into a ponytail in the mirrorĀ
āprobably just dealing with the fact that she knows sheāll never be as good of a dancer as i am.ā seulgi butts in, letting out a sigh before shaking her head, āitās okay, y/n. not all of us were meant for the stage.ā
āthank you for the reminder, seulgi. you keep me humble.ā you joke, giving her a soft smile and acknowledging her attempt at a distraction with a little nod ā you ended up telling seulgi absolutely everything in the changing rooms (but not before triple checking that nobody was around to listen, because that wouldāve been a disaster for sure) becauseā¦ well, it was killing you having to hold everything in! and seulgi, believe it or not, was willing to lend an ear and actually listen for a change instead of blabbing her mouth off like the know it all she isĀ
much to your surprise, seulgi told you that she wouldnāt tell anyone about this (to be perfectly honest, seulgi thinks it was kind of sick of you to break the rules and date your own teacher, because itās very unlike y/n y/l/n to do something as taboo as thatā¦ she has a newfound sense of respect for you because she would probably also do the same thing if she was in your position because who in their right mind wouldnāt launch themselves full speed at the chance to date mr. park?? but sheāll never tell you that because she knows it would go to your head and you would try to become best friends with her and sheās pretty sure that your relationship works better when youāre frenemies who are constantly trying to one-up each other.)Ā
ātheyāre a littleā¦ gloomier than what you usually getā¦ā lisa giggles, reaching over to jab a finger into one of the thunderclouds, āstill cute, though! and it matches the weather.ā you turn to glance out the window, frowning at the sight of the dark grey clouds hanging in the air as the the windows tremble from the weight of chubby raindrops smacking against it rhythmicallyĀ
the weather for the past week has been absolutely dreadful and definitely hasnāt made you feel any better, but you have to admit that it was kind of relaxing laying in bed all day listening to the sound of the rainĀ
āwell, the weather is shit, but what makes me feel better is knowing that in a few minutes this room is going to flooded in an ocean of hot testosterone-ā lisa wraps her arms around herself before shimmying her shoulders with a squeal, āarenāt you guys excited?! i donāt know why you arenāt more excited that we basically get a free pass to flirt with boys for the next two hours-āĀ
āiāve got my eye on seokjin,āĀ ailee chimes in, āgod, i would climb him like a goddamn tree.āĀ
āyou know whoās actually built like a tree? kim namjoon. you seen those thighs of his?āĀ
āwell, iām gonna see if i can get paired with hoseok ā iāve seen him dance, heās super good. he does hip-hop too, the man can do it all-āĀ
āyoongi and i already spoke last time so iām pretty sure weāre gonna hook up in class and also out of class-āĀ
āyou guys just stay away from taehyung, because iāve been eyeing him for so long-āĀ
āy/n, what about you?ā you feel lisa nudge your back with her foot and you spin around on your bum to face the group, āwell, i donāt think i need to ask you who you want to be paired up with.āĀ
āyou seem to be convinced that jungkook was making googly-moogly eyes at me but iām telling you that he was just being friendly-ā
āoh, well- yes, jungkook was definitely making googly-moogly eyes at you and iām pretty sure heās going to try to get paired up with you so donāt even worry about that- i was talking about mr. park!ā
āwh- what?ā your eyes widen slightly and you let out a nervous laugh, āi- what- what makes you think that i- why would i get paired up with mr. park?? thatās not even- thatās not even allowed, i donāt think a student is allowed to be paired up with a teacher for an exercise like this-ā
āwhy are you getting all flustered??ā lisa laughs, reaching over to pinch your thigh, āoh my god, i was just teasing you because of the fat crush you have on mr. park, iām not actually saying youāre going to get paired up with him, dummy-āĀ
āeven if y/n was paired up with mr. park, sheād probably clomp all over his feet.ā seulgi snorts, ābesides, she- oh, shit-ā she immediately gets up and you turn to see jimin walk into the room, muscle memory forcing you up from the ground so you can stand with your feet in third position with your hands behind your back next to seulgiĀ
you feel your heart racing in your chest as the familiar smell of his cologne wafts past you and you immediately look down when he walks past you
you just hope that no one can hear how hard your heart is pounding because you wouldāve appreciated some kind of warning before jimin came into the roomĀ
youāre just going to keep your head down and stay in the back of the class for this lesson, and then youāre going to slip out with the girls at the end of class as quickly as you canĀ
āgood afternoon, ladiesā¦ā jimin greets lowly as he makes his way towards the front of the room, his voice slightly raspy from the complete lack of sleep heās gottenĀ
he drops his duffle bag on the ground as he looks out at the godawful weather, frowning slightly because no oneās responded to him and he thought he taught you guys better than that! it seems like two weeks without class has turned you girls a little sloppyā¦
āi said, good afternoon, ladiesā¦ā jimin tries again, emphasising his tone before turning around swiftly with a tilt of his head, leaning back against the counter with toned arms crossed over his chest, āwhatās the matter, you guys forget your manners?ā
āgood afternoon, mr. park!ā everyone fumbles to respond to his greeting, and you find yourself barely mumbling out a barely coherent āafternoonā before continuing to stand in your spot obedientlyĀ
āā¦alright, jesus, i donāt know what the hell that was-ā jimin scoffs, shaking his head with a mild expression of disgust on his face, āmaybe itās a good thing miss im and her students are coming over today so you can see how proper students are supposed to act!ā he claps his hands together before reaching into his back pocket for his phone, āmiss im will be leading the class today, iām just gonna be hanging around the back as her co-teacher, but please do your best and try not to embarrass me in front of her students. she just texted me and let me know that sheāll be here on time, so just continue warming up until they get hereā¦āĀ
āsomeone woke up on the bitchy side of bed this morning. what do you think his problem is?ā lisa mutters to you as the class disperses back into doing warm-up exercises, and you shrug with one shoulder and plop back down on the groundĀ
āi bet i know.ā seulgi snorts, and you shoot her a warning look before she smirks and sends a blowing kiss in your directionĀ
you turn your head slightly to look over your shoulder, surprised to see jimin looking right at you before his eyes flicker and he quickly turns and looks down at his phone insteadĀ
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ānow, the purpose of todayās class is just to familiarise yourself with dancing with a partner ā after all, itāll be one of the things you have to do during your exams at the end of the semester!ā nayeon chirps, standing tall with her clipboard held close to her chest, āmr. park and i were dance partners, as you knowā¦ itās also important to develop a bond with the person youāre partnered with. if thereās no bond, thereās no trust, no warmth, no chemistry, and all of that will be visible on stage through your dancing, so i cannot emphasise how important it is to really strengthen the connection you have with one another.āĀ
āwell, thereās more than one way to do that-ā taehyung mutters, the class breaking into a collection of snorts and giggles before going silent again when jimin gives them one of his signature unimpressed death glaresĀ
heās barely spoken a word since nayeon and her boys came into the class ten minutes ago because thatās how mentally checked out he isĀ
itās actual torture having to be here with you standing across the room as if he doesnāt have a million questions lined up and ready to goĀ
were you just lying when you said you loved him? did you know he was awake? did you do it on purpose to get him to become more attached to you??? did you date him so that you would be chosen for the nutcracker at the end of the year?!Ā
he made brief eye contact with you earlier (he was staring at the back of your head and wasnāt expecting you to turn and look back at him) and he swore he was going to start tearing up when the two of you locked gazes which is why he had to look away so quicklyĀ
āiāve paired you up randomly, so iām just going to read your names off my list. when you hear your name, pair up with your partner and stand to the left side of the room and wait quietly until everyoneās been paired up,ā nayeon clears her throat, looking down at her list, ālisa and taehyung, jisoo and seokjin, seulgi and namjoonā¦āĀ
jimin resists the urge to blow his cheeks out and roll his eyes out of complete boredom as he stands next to nayeon with his arms behind his back, occasionally glancing down at her list to see how many people still have to be paired up
ā-y/n and jungkook-āĀ
he immediately perks up at the mention of your name, eyebrows furrowing when itās followed by jungkookās name because what the hell does nayeon mean by y/n and jungkook??Ā
āoh, uh-ā jimin nudges nayeonās arm, āyou- you paired y/n up with jungkook? we, uh, did weā¦ did we talk about that, orā¦?āĀ
āwhat do you mean? i asked you if you had any preferences for partners and you told me to sort them out, donāt you remember?ā nayeon whispers, using the tip of her pen to trace a line down her page before tapping right next to your name and jungkookās name, āplus y/nās clearly your strongest student, and jungkook is mine, so iād like to see how they work together. i think theyāll work out quite well, they already seem to be pretty friendly with each otherā¦ā
āy/n and jungkook.āĀ
you look up when you hear your name being called and you immediately look over at jungkook, offering him a shy smile when he beams and starts to make his way over to youĀ
what a pleasant surprise!
you actually really like jungkook ā sometimes he sends you memes on instagram or heāll swipe up and respond to your stories, so the two of you have interacted more than a handful of times and you think heās a pretty solid guyĀ
and youād be lying if you said he wasnāt handsome (and it kind of gives you an ego boost knowing that he might have a teensy weensy crush on you)
āpst- make him jealous.ā you hold back a yelp when seulgi suddenly burrows her fingers into your side and you turn to glare at herĀ
āwhat?ā
āmake. him. jealous.ā she enunciates through gritted teeth, eyes flickering over to jimin before she looks over at a smiley jungkook, ānothing wrong with being a little petty.āĀ
āwhat- iām not going to make him jealous, thatās not going to solve anything-ā
āit wonāt solve anything, but would it be so wrong to have a little fun to make yourself feel better?āĀ
āseulgi, i donāt like being petty and- hi!ā you turn your head and greet jungkook with a bright smile, letting out a chuckle afterwards, ānice to see you again.ā
ālikewise! iām glad we got paired up.ā he nods, standing a little closer to you as the two of you return your attention to the front where miss. im is in the middle of giving her tips for the girlsĀ
ātry not to help your partner! you kinda just have to trust them ā i know itās very tempting because you know the combination and you know what step comes next, but the best thing to do is to just keep a strong core and focus on yourself! that way, your partner can- you know, kind of put you where you need to go. so, what weāre going to have you do for this exercise is, girls, youāll make up a short combination, tell your partner what that is, and then immediately perform it on the spot.ā miss. im turns to look at jimin, āso, mr. park, do you have any tips for the boys?ā
āuh, i meanā¦ā jimin purses his lips slightly, āuse your palms, not your fingers. it wouldnāt feel good for your partner to have your fingers digging into their ribcages especially. also, youāll be able to have more control when youāre using your palms instead of lifting with your fingers. just, uhā¦ yeah, trust in your partner.ā he nods, looking over at nayeon to signal that he has nothing more to add
god, he really is out of it todayĀ
āany volunteers?ā nayeon purses her lips as she looks around the class, not surprised to see that majority of you are avoiding eye contact with her (it is pretty intimidating dancing with all of your peers looking at you and judging every move, but itās something that all of you will have to do eventually), āalright, then iāll have to choose, since no one is taking the initiative.ā she chirps, smacking her palm flat against her clipboard before turning to look right over at you and jungkook, ājungkook, y/n ā would you like to come up here and demonstrate for the rest of the class?āĀ
you feel the hairs on your arm prickle in anxiety as you stand there for a second in silence, both you and jungkook exchanging glances before you turn back to look at miss im with a meek smile, āah- yes, miss im.ā
you were expecting everyone to break out and scatter around the room instead of immediately performing in front of the class, but you suppose everyoneās already warmed up and ready to goā¦Ā
ābepetty.ā seulgi coughs quietly, and you turn to see jungkook holding his hand out for you to take
āshall we?ā he grins, clearly very confident in your guysā ability to impress the whole class with your little routine, ādonāt worry miss im, y/n and i will try our best not to completely amaze you with our routine, but no promisesā¦ā jungkookās comment gets a couple of laughs and you giggle lightly before taking his hand and letting him lead you to the frontĀ
āthatās easy for you to say, iām the one who has to come up with the routine-ā you add on, the corner of your mouth lifting in a knowing smirk when jungkook lets out a laugh and a nodĀ
his hand feels quite warm in yours and your eyes widen a little when you feel his thumb rub over your skin soothingly
ādo your best!ā miss im smiles, flicking the main lights off and turning the spotlight ones on as you guys get to the front, āy/n, what combination will you two be demonstrating for your peers?āĀ
ah, shit
āiā¦.ā youāve never been good at thinking of things on the spot, and you canāt help but look over at jimin for a split second who seems to be shooting daggers right at jungkook as he stands leaning against the wall by the door, his arms crossed over his chest and his tongue poking against the inside of his cheek before he clears his throat quietly and rubs his lips together a couple of timesĀ
his eyes are lidded slightly and to be honest, if looks could kill, jungkook would be bleeding out on the floor right about now and you canāt help but feel a little pleased at the obvious fact that jimin doesnāt like that you were paired up with jungkook and definitely doesnāt like the fact that miss im chose you and jungkook to demonstrate in front of the classĀ
āy/n?ā jungkook elbows you slightly to get your attention and you clear your throat before standing up a little straighter, sorting through all the moves that you know and trying your best to come up with a quick routine on the spot
lisa shoots you a thumbs up from the audience and you clear your throat quietly, taking a few steps back and waiting for your cue as miss im lowers the spotlights slightlyĀ
the last thing you see before the lights dim is jiminās furrowed brows and clenched jaw and you press your lips together in order to suppress a grinĀ
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āwonderful job, you two. impeccable!ā nayeon claps her hands gently along with the rest of the class, a proud smile on her face as she nudges jimin with her elbow, āsee, whatād i tell you? the two of them fit together like two puzzle pieces, donāt you think?āĀ
āyep.ā jimin licks over his front teeth in irritation when he notices the way jungkookās hand lingers on the small of your back (a little too low for his liking, and if he was grading jungkook for an exam heād immediately dock off a point for hand placement alone) as the two of you bow/curtsey at the front to thank your classmates for the applause and he feels his blood beginning to boil when he sees the shy little smile on your face and the blush spreading across your cheeks when jungkook whispers something in your earĀ
what the fuck is he saying to you thatās making your cheeks red??Ā
āyou have something you want to share with the class, jungkook?ā jimin blurts out right before he can even process that heās blurted something out, his hand instinctively reaching over to smack the main lights back onĀ
the light switching back on so suddenly makes a few of you flinch and you reach up instinctively to shield your eyes, a little puzzled by what the problem isĀ
jimin is completely unbothered as he looks at jungkook and tilts his head, āwell? if you can whisper it to y/n, you can share it with everyone.ā
you and jungkook exchange glances of confusionĀ
āoh, i-ā jungkook stands up a little taller and jimin canāt help but feel drunk on power because of how intimidated he looks right now, āi just said that she did a really good job, mr. park, thatās all. a-and that she looks very pretty when sheās focused.āĀ
āinteresting. well, i donāt think thatās a very appropriate comment to make to your peer,ā jimin responds immediately, shaking his head before looking over at nayeon, āmiss im, you need to control your hormonal students-ā
āwoah, my boys arenāt the hormonal ones here-ā nayeon scoffs, and jiminās eyes widen in offence at the dig at you guys even though he technically made the first jab (and also, nayeonās probably right about that because heās seen the way you guys look at him and has also heard many of things said about him), āand itās perfectly fine to compliment a peer! maybe keep the second half of your comment for after class, but donāt listen to grumpy mr. park, you two ā again, great job, you can go back to your spots.āĀ
awkward, scattered applause makes its way around the room as you and jungkook return to your spots, and lisa gives you a look that says āwhat was that??? weāre definitely talking about this laterā to which you respond with a quick shrug as you pass by herĀ
āokayā¦ā miss im clears her throat quietly, letting out an uncomfortable chuckle before flipping to the next page on her clipboard, jimin following close behind her as the two of them head back to the front of the room, ālet me seeā¦ jisoo, seokjin, can you guys come up next?āĀ
āiām sorry if i- if i made you uncomfortable with my comment, y/n, i really didnāt mean to-ā jungkook whispers, and you shake your head quickly as you look up at him with a frownĀ
āno, not at all! it was very sweet of you-ā you reassure him, reaching down to give his hand a squeeze, āreally, it was very kind of you to say. and you did a great job as well- sorry i almost stepped on your foot when i-ā
āoh, thatās- no, it was really all you, i basically just followed you and made sure to spin you and stuff-āĀ
ājungkook!ā jiminās voice is crisp and it makes you stand straight up as you turn your head to look back at the front, ātalking again while your peers are getting ready to perform up front?āĀ
jungkookās face turns bright red and he shakes his head quickly, āi- no, sir, iām- i wasnāt-āĀ
āi talked to him first, so if youāre going to bark at someone, you should do it at me-ā you raise your hand to get jimin to look over at you before giving him a casual shrug, āmy bad.āĀ
āāyour badā?ā jimin repeats with air quotations, narrowing his eyes at you and almost daring you to continue speaking to him in such a casual tone when you know heās made it very clear how important it is to speak to him formally when itās class time, āwell, is there something that youād like to share with the class since it was so important you had to speak to jungkook about it right now?āĀ
ājust that he did a fantastic job and he looked incredibly handsome doing it,ā you chirp, maintaining a smile on your face, āi also said that we did completely amaze everyone with our routine because i guess we just fit together so, so well and- well, the second half of my comment, iāll say to him when the two of us are outside of class, as miss im suggested.āĀ
your comment doesnāt get any snickers, which isnāt a surprise considering the fact that everyone is probably terrified of how angry jimin looks ā but honestly, you have no idea why he seems to be picking on you and jungkook but you have a feeling it has something to do with the breakupĀ
and when you think about that, you canāt help but get more infuriated because canāt he see that he benefits from you breaking up with him?! now heās free to date whoever he wants to date
like he said, he can be in a real relationship instead of whatever the fuck the two of you were inĀ
not to mention, you havenāt brought your personal feelings into the situation the same way he has (this is a lie, you are definitely acting on your emotions right now but the denial is slathered on thick today) so what makes him think that he has the right to treat you and jungkook like shit just because heās all pissy?!?!Ā
āiād like to pull y/n out to talk to her for a moment.ā jimin immediately turns to look at naeyon with his hands behind his back, nayeon frowning as she looks back and forth between him and you, ānow please, miss im. we wonāt be long.āĀ
āwell, can you wait until weāre done?ā you pipe up, and that gets you a little stomp on the toes from seulgi because now youāre just doing too much but the rage thatās building inside of you from having jimin clearly picking on both you and jungkook is becoming unbearable, āi just think the respectable move is to wait until weāre done learning, mr. park. or would you like to continue wasting everyoneās time by singling out jungkook and i just because youāre clearly in a sour mood for no reason and seem to be enjoying using us as your emotional punching bags?āĀ
the silence is almost palpable, both you and jimin glaring at each other from across the room as everyone stands silently, awkwardly, because what the absolute fuck is going on right now?Ā
jiminās eyes have gone completely dark and if it werenāt for the fact that he used to be your boyfriend, you would probably be terrified for basically cussing out your teacher in front of the whole class ā but the scale feels balanced now because the current conversation taking place doesnāt seem at all like a mr. park vs miss. y/l/n interactionā¦ this is a jimin vs y/n interaction.Ā
āleave this classroom right now.ā jimin says through gritted teeth, his voice eerily low and quiet as he continues staring at you without a single blink, āright fucking now, y/n.āĀ
āno problem.ā you snap, swiftly moving your way through the crowd and heading straight for the door, your fists clenched at your sidesĀ
you let the door slam shut behind you, angry tears beginning to brim at the edges of your eyes as you storm down the hallway towards the changing rooms so you can get your bags and go home
you shouldnāt have come to class today ā you knew that seeing jimin would be too much for you and now look at where itās gotten you!Ā
openly disrespecting jimin not just in front of the girls but also in front of miss imās boys, which probably mortified jimin because he prides himself on how well-behaved you guys are whenever youāre paired up with students from another classā¦ you have a feeling this isnāt going to end well at all.Ā
the thought of being grilled not just by jimin but also the dean of the school sends a lightning bolt of anxiety right into you and your brain immediately begins to conjure up an email of what youāre going to say in your apology letter because thatās the type of student you are, not whoever you were just a second agoĀ
you just couldnāt help yourself!! youāre running on an inconsistent sleep schedule and you havenāt been eating right and youāve barely been drinking water and youāre sad about the breakup and mad at the circumstances and also feeling a little bit like maybe you acted too hastily in the first place and shouldāve communicated with jimin about how you were feeling and what you were insecure about instead of diving head first into the whole crazy jealous girlfriend act and driving him awayĀ
and now it seems to be your ego and your pride standing in the way of making you turn around and just talk to jimin because walking away and accepting that this is just the way things are is the much easier optionĀ
āso stupid,ā you sniffle, reaching up to wipe away a stray tear as your bottom lip starts to trembleĀ
youāve ruined everythingĀ
āhey, i didnāt say you could leave-ā you glance over your shoulder when you hear jiminās voice as you continue making your way down the stairs, but you pick up your pace when you see him starting to follow you, āy/n, i swear to god-āĀ
āiām going home, iām clearly not in the right state of mind to be here right now, mr. park-ā
āoh, donāt give me that bullshit, y/n-ā jimin snaps, āi think you and i both know weāve been avoiding each other but we need to talk because your behaviour today isnāt coming out of nowhere-āĀ
āiām sorry for talking back to you in class, but you were clearly picking on jungkook and i and i was so fucking over it-ā you swing the main door open, sneakers squeaking against the linoleum when you come to a sudden stop after seeing how heavy the rainfall isĀ
you contemplate staying and waiting until the rain calms down a little but the thought of having to stay and talk to jimin is just a little too much for you at the momentĀ
āitās raining out and you donāt have an umbrella, you big baby-ā jimin changes the subject when thunder suddenly rumbles from outside, stopping at the top of the stairs to look at you, āwhat are you gonna do, walk in the rain?!āĀ
āif thatās what i wanted to do, then i have every right to do so!āĀ
you came here by bus and you know it doesnāt come for another twenty minutes, meaning that not only are you going to have to walk in the rain to the bus stop, youāll also have to wait in the rain until it comes and thatās just a recipe for the nastiest cold in the entire world
and the thought of having to nurse a horrible cold and nurse your poor heart sounds like a nightmareĀ
āy/n, i know youāre upset but youāre being irrational-ā
āso what if i wanna walk in the rain?!ā the emotional side of your brain takes over as you glare up at jimin before storming towards the doors, āiām an adult, i can make my own decisions-āĀ
āi know you are, and i know you can, but, y/n, please-ā jimin grabs the back of your arm right as you get to the bottom of the stairs and you immediately fling his arm away, ājust talk to me, please-ā
āabout what?!ā you adjust the strap of your duffle bag over your shoulder, āwe broke up, itās for the better, youāre my teacher and iām your student and we never shouldāve started dating in the first place because it never wouldāve worked out anyway and-ā before you know it, everything is coming out of you and you canāt find a way to stop or control the words coming out of your mouth, āand i think maybe i shouldnāt come to class for a few weeks because itās going to be weird and i canāt- i canāt be in the same room as you, jimin, itās killing me-āĀ
āitās killing me, too-ā jimin admits softly, brown eyes glistening slightly underneath the lights, āi just- i canāt stop thinking about you, and i- baby, i- i miss you so much, you have no idea-ā your eyes immediately well with tears and you shake your head quickly as you take a few steps back, pushing the door open and stumbling out while unable to tear your gaze away from jiminās, āplease, we can figure something out, i know we can. i know i want to be with you, y/n, i donāt want anyone else, i just want you-ā his voice tremors slightly and he reaches out for you, āand i didnāt mean it when i called our relationship nothing, i was just hurt and- and angry and- i donāt even know why we broke up-āĀ
āyou should be with nayeon, sheās better for you and-ā you lower your voice slightly, āi know you went out with her over the weekend, so-ā
āwent out with her??ā jimin gawks, almost letting out a laugh of disbelief, āwe met up for coffee to talk about the lesson plan for today- donāt think i didnāt hear what everyone was muttering about before class, you guys need to cut the gossiping and- oh my god, y/n, is that what this is about?? you think i want to be with nayeon? we broke up for a reason, you- this is so incredibly frustrating, y/n, why canāt you just believe me when i say that i want to be with you?!āĀ
everything thatās coming out of jiminās mouth makes you feel ten times worse knowing that the two of you canāt be togetherĀ
āthis is why we need to sit down and talk about things, be honest and give each other our side of the story, because clearly somethingās been miscommunicated and-ā
āit doesnāt matter, jimin, at the end of the day, even if we talk about what happened we still canāt be together-ā
āwe can, we just- we can figure something out-ā the overwhelming reminder that youāll have to tell the dean and all your classmates and face judgement and be gossiped about on top of the already overwhelming emotion of seeing and talking to jimin is just too much for you to bear, and you find your heart skipping more than a few beats out of anxiety because the only thing on your mind right now is to run away and hide from all of thisĀ
āi canāt be here, i have to go home, i canāt be here right now-ā you whimper, turning around to head into the rain, āyou just- we canāt be together, jimin-āĀ
āy/n-!ā the last thing you hear before you sprint out into the dark, misty rain is the sound of jimin crying out for you and you canāt help but burst into tears, covering your mouth with your hand to muffle your sobs
run away run away run away run awayĀ
water splashes up and around you at every step you take, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you keep running down the sidewalk with your duffle bag flopping behind you wildlyĀ
this is too much
everything is just too muchĀ
you just need to go home and then everything will be fineĀ
it doesnāt matter that jimin wants to work on things with you (it does, because you do, too), it doesnāt matter that he wants to find a way to make things work (it does, because you do, too), it doesnāt matter that heās clearly stated that he wants to be with you and not nayeon (it does, because it reassures you and now you really know that jimin just wants you and you know that you just want him too) because all that matters is that everything is too much to handle and you feel like your head is about to explodeĀ
āso what am i supposed to do then?!ā the sound of jiminās voice down the street immediately makes you stop and turn around, and youāre glad that itās raining like this to mask the tears streaming down your face
you arenāt surprised that heās caught up to you, and you stand still as you look at him standing across from you, all the way at the end of the block, āwhat the FUCK am i supposed to do, y/n, huh?!ā he yells, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and pounding against his chest a few times, āyou want me to stand here and act like i donāt love you?! like we never happened?! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?!āĀ
āiā¦ā
ātell me thatās what you want and iāll leave it alone, y/n. all you have to do is tell me that this is what you want.ā your feet are stuck in place as jimin jogs right over to you and you resist the very strong urge to look away from him again but he just looks so sad and you hate yourself for doing this to him
āit was wrong of me to pressure you to tell your friends about us the way that i did, i know that.ā jimin nods, slicking his hair back with a hand, āi fucked up, and iām sorry for doing that. but i meant it when i said i wanted to be in a proper relationship, y/n, because i want to be able to hold your hand in public, i wanna take you out for dinners without constantly feeling like weāre going to get caught, i- i want to show you off! i wanna show you off because iā¦ i love you, y/nā¦āĀ
jimin shakes his head in disappointment when your only response is to stand there, staring at him with wide, trembling eyesĀ
he waits one, two, three seconds for you to say something, to say literally anything and he hates that you still have nothing to say to himĀ
even if you said you didnāt want to be with him, that would be a better response than you just standing there staring at himĀ
forget itĀ
obviously youāve made your answer clear, and now he knows that he was 100% more invested in you than you were in himĀ
if you want him to pretend like he doesnāt care about you and that youāre just another one of his students, heās perfectly capable of doing thatĀ
he was a little out of control today, but heāll be able to manage it in future classes
the thought of transferring you to another teacherās class briefly flits through his mind but heās reminded by the fact that heād have to talk to the dean about that and then the dean would have to ask why jimin wants to transfer you and thatād just be a whole thingĀ
plus, the semesterās nearly over so pretty soon jimin wonāt have to be forced to be in the same room with the woman he loves but he canāt say he lovesĀ
itās going to fine
everything is going to be fineĀ
heās been broken up with before, and heās picked himself up and has moved onĀ
he can do thisĀ
āfine, y/n.ā he scoffs to himself, turning on his heel to head back towards the building, āif thatās what you want, i canāt change your mind. iām sorry. i wonāt push it any further.āĀ
āi was gonna talk to the dean!ā
jimin stops in his tracks when you finally speak up, and he turns to look over his shoulder to see that youāve taken one step forward but hesitating to come any closer to him like a scared baby deerĀ
he doesnāt move, afraid that if he moves too quickly he might scare you off and stop you from what youāre about to sayĀ
āwhat?ā he asks quietly, turning around to face you and relieved to see that you donāt seem like youāre about to take off againĀ
āi was- i was gonna talk to the dean.ā you repeat quietly before averting your gaze, āiād made an appointment and everything, i was gonna talk to the dean about us because i- i love youā¦ too.ā you blurt out, looking back up at him, āi love you too, but iāmā¦ scared.āĀ
āscared of someone finding out?āĀ
āwell, thatās a pretty big chunk of it because i could get expelled and you could get fired, but iām also scared becauseā¦ the last time i felt this way about someone, they left me for their ex six months after we said i love you to each other.ā you swallow thickly, feeling slightly ashamed and embarrassed to admit that about yourself since itās not something you like to bring up, āiā¦ if there is even a 1% chance of you and nayeon getting back together, i donāt want any part of it. and i know thatās unfair of me to say because life happens and i get it but-ā you whimper, feeling your heart splinter at the reminder of how broken up you were over your previous relationship, āas much as i love you and i want to work on things with you, i donāt wanna be hurt again-āĀ
āyou wonāt be, y/n-ā
āyou donāt know that-ā
ābut i do!ā jimin drops to his knees, looking up at you from the ground as he keeps his hands firm on the sides of your thighs, ābaby, i do know that- i donāt know what crazy rumour you guys cooked up but iām not secretly in love with nayeon- i wanna be with you, please, please just give us a chance to make it work-ā
āiām still your student, jiminā¦ā you sniffle, reaching up to wipe at your red eyes, āall of this doesnāt change the fact that you are my teacher and i am your student, and the both of us never shouldāve started doing this in the first place-āĀ
āiāll talk to the dean about getting you transferred to another class, or- or i can transfer to another class- i will make it work, y/n, we can make this work.āĀ
you chew on the inside of your cheek anxiously as you look down at jimin, jimin who youāre hopelessly in love with, jimin who you love waking up next to and falling asleep beside, jimin who wakes you up with kisses on the face and a mug of tea (you hate tea, you just drink it because itās him), jimin who you know you want to be with because itās been so long since youāve felt so strongly and so surely about someone andā¦ well, itās jimin.Ā
āokay.ā you nod slowly, reaching down to cup his cheek gently before swiping your thumb against his skin, āokay, we can make it work. i wanna make this work, but i think the first thing we have to do is talk to the dean because i donāt know how much longer i can hide it from everyone-!ā you donāt get much of a chance to say anything else before jiminās shooting up from the ground, pulling you in for a kiss as your duffle bag drops to the groundĀ
āoh my god, i missed you so much, you have no idea how much-ā jimin murmurs against your lips, his arm looping around your waist to pull you in closer, while your arms sling around his neck and your fingers curl into the hair at the back of his headĀ
āi missed you too-ā you laugh lightly, heart thrumming happily in your chest as you find yourself pressing closer into jiminās familiar warmth, āwe can make this work.āĀ
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Jin isnāt interested in playing when you first start. He says itās not really his kind of game. But pretty soon he has a copy of his own and is parked next to you on the couch, arguing aloud with Tom Nook, that tyrant. Jin is king of his island, chasing villagers he doesnāt like with nets - maybe theyāll take a hint and leave. Mainly enjoys collecting, trying to finish his museum, and flower breeding.
Yoongi
The places you play the most are in bed and on the couch in Yoongiās studio. Many nights Yoongi comes home after a long day, crawls into bed alongside you and says heās going to sleep, but ends up watching you play until his mind is quiet and he drifts off. You often hear him humming the gameās background music as he potters around the house, not even aware that heās doing it.
Hoseok
Once you introduce Hobi to Animal Crossing, you canāt pull him away for days on end. āBut my flowers need watering and I need to check my shops and I have to talk to my favourite neighbours so they donāt think Iām abandoning them!ā What about abandoning me, you point out. āWe can play together! Just donāt run through my flowers.ā Heās dead serious.
Namjoon
Your boyfriend Namjoon comes in very handy when Redd comes around. Who needs to search up a guide on which paintings are real or fake when you have an art enthusiast in the house? He doesnāt mind either, he enjoys the challenge and is proud that you think heās so smart. He thinks the game is cute and sometimes watches you play when he doesnāt feel like doing anything.
Jimin
Jimin would play only because you do. When he has a lot of downtime the two of you squish together on the bed and play, visiting each otherās islands and taking pictures of your characters doing silly things together, swimming and watching the shooting stars. When he hasnāt played for a while because he is busy, he complains and pouts about the amount of weeds covering his island.
Taehyung
Tae thinks all the ugly villagers are cute. You look up how to get rid of the ones you donāt want on your island and he is offended. How could you plot the removal of his new best friend Barold? He hates shaking trees because he is constantly being stung by bees. Always asking you for emergency Bells to buy furniture that he wants before it disappears from the store.
Jungkook
Spends more time playing Happy Home than he spends on his own island. He gets so into designing elaborate interiors for his pixel friends - every detail from lighting to ambience, it all has to be just right. Honestly, heās racked up more hours than you have, and when youāre not playing yourself youāre more than likely watching him and trying not to be jealous of his digital decorating talents.
Jimin was a boy who had an affinity for flowers. You were a girl who liked to talk to them. It all should have been very simple. Except for the incredibly complex fact that Jimin was an angel and you were painfully human, completely oblivious to his existence and how he had somehow fallen deeply and foolishly in love with you.
soliloquy (n.) - the act of speaking oneās thoughts aloud when by oneself, often when oblivious to any listeners.
pairing: angel!Jimin x reader
word count: 7k
genre:Ā FLUFFY FLUFF that is :) and :(
A/N:Ā this is a spin-off from my Tempting series!!! So Jimin from that series is the Jimin used here. This one-shot contains no real spoilers so you can enjoy it without reading Tempting but you might enjoy reading it to see how it overlaps with setting and characters. Jimin is a flower angel in this.
Angels were fond of familiarity. When things changed, chaos occurred; something angels tried to avoid at all costs. They were creatures of routine and rules; many of them sought out to do the same thing every day.
Jimin, however, was a fan of change. He liked how the changing of the seasons brought upon a need for him. Jimin was a flower angel; he gave the earth its color and vibrancy. His touch could bring on spring much like how his breath could spur on winter. It all sounded very grandiose and, objectively, it was, but Jimin was just one of many flower angels planted all over the world. He was just happy to do his small part.
Summary: you hurt your foot and Jimin thinks your gonna die
Pairing: boyfriend!jimin x fem?reader (mentions pronouns a few times)
Word count: 2.4k
Rating: PG
Genre/Warnings: established relationship, injury, pain, implied?verbal abuse, explicit language, kissing, FLUFF HEH (my favourite), oc is so in love with Jimin
Note: hello fellow fluff lovers, iām so sorry iāve been ia for 10 months i was focusing on finishing my final year for college. tbh creative writing isn't my strong point itās more of a side hobby so please understand i wonāt be updating regularly iāll probably be posting more so when I'm bored and feel like it ahahaha. I do want to point out thanks to all those who liked my previous stories. I really do appreciate it itās great motivation!! anywho this story was based on when i hurt my foot (it was a more gross story but still hurt like a bitch) i tried limping home but the entire time i wished someone would carry me and care for me the way jimin does in the ff (sad i know). i originally wanted it to be longer going into detail about Jiminās backstory but i thought short and sweet was better SO ENJOY i hope you all like it :)
and as always please let me know what you guys think and if you want more stories like this! please also leave a like and/or reblog if you enjoyed reading! :D
A warm sensation spreads through your body, engulfing you in a comforting embrace. You couldn't help but smile as a sense of contentment washed over you. The day had been a success. You followed every command and every instruction that your superiors had asked you to follow. Starting a new job was a challenging experience, one you hadnāt gone through before. The memory of your previous employment still haunts you, the echoes of your coworkers' voices reverberating in your mind as they berated you for the slightest of missteps. Not only was it stressful to deal with that every day, but you would also feel even more drained coming home after the endless regrets ran through your mind.
The more you worked at that god-awful place, the more your thoughts grewāwere these issues truly insignificant, or were they looming large and you simply lacked the perspective to see them?
Your boyfriend, Jimin, was constantly begging you to quit the job since the sight of you so wrapped up in absolute guilt crushed him every day. Jimin only wanted what was best for you. The stubbornness he had over you was often a hard take but it was only ever going to be beneficial. As the begs increased in volume, your guilt scaled high, resulting in an endless cycle.
You knew you had to do it. Gathering yourself mentally and emotionally to utter those two liberating words took a great deal of courage.
"I quit."
You said it slightly quietly, still unsure. but you were stern about it with an attempt at a demeaning stare. In your head, you felt pretty confident with the way you delivered it, only to have that confidence descend with the sudden scoffs followed by the classic response, "Is that supposed to impress me?"
Perhaps Jimin was right. The testosterone in the room was unbearable at this point, and that slow, excruciating deterioration of your brain was just really not worth it. Staring back at your manager, you remained undeterred.
"I'll be handing in my notice tomorrow."
It was never worth creating an argument with your manager or anyone who lacked basic brain cells, in fact. That simple interaction only changed you for the better, and slowly but surely you felt you had a little more respect for yourself.
As you navigate the bustling street after your third shift, a palpable aura of rejuvenation surrounds you, causing your steps to take on a playful bounce. The faint aroma of coffee lingers on your clothes. The joy felt completely surreal, almost like time and space had been warped. Though the relentless bombardment of verbal abuse made your mind gradually deteriorate, it now made even the most challenging tasks a mere cakewalk.
The rain had been hammering down on the cafe windows for most of the day, so when you were met with the fortunate sun slowly peeking out from the clouds, you felt enveloped with its warmth, feeling it gradually filling your mind up with a little extra dose of serotonin.
Several metres or so away from your workplace, in a small back alley, you could smell the damp brick encroaching on your senses. Looking farther ahead, you saw the recent confrontation you were only slowly getting used to. It was amusing to you that a couple of steps were the only thing you had to worry about in your new day-to-day life. It was a sign that you were at least doing something right. You braced yourself for the steep steps that lay ahead while keeping in mind the wet, slick concrete.
And at that moment, the serotonin vanished. As the calmness of the moment dissipated, a surge of anxiety and adrenaline took over. Your heart plummeted as you failed to catch those final steps. Your foot barely brushes the step's edge. As you stumbled, your ankle gave way beneath you, sending you tumbling to the ground.
You squealed, trying not to make any noise, as a wave of pain shot from your foot up through your body when the weight followed.
"Ouch,"
You hissed in pain as you sat at the foot of the steps. Looking absolutely helpless. The surrealness seemed to slip away as the situation unfolded before your eyes. Your mind wandered in silence. As you glanced around, a wave of relief washed over you as you realised that no one had witnessed your mortifying disaster.
I'm fine. I'm fine. You managed to convince yourself that you could make it home since the distance to your house was less than a mile. I can limp; it's fine. You reached for the railing and attempted to pull yourself up, only to be reacquainted with the searing pain you'd felt before.
Fuck.
You personally don't like to worry excessively about pain and injuries because you've always considered it a waste of time to acknowledge the warnings your body gave you. As the numbness set in, you realised that the situation was far worse than you had initially thought. Your body lay still and unresponsive, leaving you with only your thoughts to keep you company.
Along with the overwhelming urge to get up and leave, you also had the nagging fear that someone could hear a small person yelping at the bottom of the steps and decide to make a huge deal out of it. You know one person, Jimin, who would take his time over an insignificant issue. He would be the one to hire a golden carriage and transport you in grandeur, as the conclusion to convincing you that you needed to rescue yourself from those said scary steps. That was the worst-case scenario in your mind. However, it reached the point where you would rather have him make this big of a deal than a complete stranger who would have thought you were weak, whereas Jimin was certain that you are not.
A soft, sad sigh escapes your lips as your hand instinctively reaches for the back pocket of your jeans. With fingers trembling in anticipation, you searched for Jimin's name. As you raised your phone to your ear, you sensed your heart rate accelerating. Your nerves were on edge, and you did not want to burden Jimin with any additional worries. Making Jimin anxious was punishment enough. Every day, catching a glimpse of Jimin's radiant smile was like a burst of sunshine, flooding your world with a second dose of serotonin. But the thought of not being able to bring that smile to his face or turn it into a beaming grin was gnawing at your insides.
"Hey, ___, Iām so sorry. Iāll be home soon! Iām just out with Namjoon and Hobi!" Jimins' amplified voice, together with the distant chatter in the background, echoed through the alleyway. "No, Jimin i-"
"It was just- Hobi wanted us to come see designs after work, and naturally we all piled into the bar! We are finishing up now!"
"Jimin, that's not why I'm callingā¦" You replied with a low tone.
"Huh?? Sorry babe, I can't hear you that well!" You chuckled to yourself at the agonising situation. Oh Jimin..
"Jimin, I fell.."
"Sorry, what was that??"
"I donāt know Jimin. I fell down these steps, and I can't get up. It's so embarrassing. I don't know what to do.."
"Shit. Stay there. I'm coming now. Where are you?" The way Jimin's entire demeanour shifts over the phone, it intimidates the hell out of you.
"Iām just outside that alleyway from my work... Do you know the one?"
"Yes, I do. Iāll be there in five minutes." And with that, Jimin ends the call.
"Fuck. That was my girlfriend. Iām so sorry guys, I have to go" Jimin, on the other hand, was shitting it. Hearing your frightened voice over the phone was enough for him to travel day and night to you.
"Is something wrong?" Namjoon asked, apprehensive. He'd only see Jimin's expression like this when something was seriously wrong.
"I'm not sure, I think sheās hurt. I'll see you guys soon." Jimin said, frantically stuffing all his things in his bag. "Aw, alright, I hope sheās okay," Hoseok chirped.
"I hope so too. Bye!!" And just like that, Jimin literally flew outside the bar door. Foot harsh on the pedal. On his way: to you.
You kept your eyes on the cracks along the walls, waiting for Jimin. In the end, a few people did come by, but you covered it up by sitting on the floor and talking on your phone, and they didn't seem to notice. It's currently quiet as the sun is descending. But eventually you could hear faint, sporadic panting in the distance. It was the said saviour of the day.
"___!! Oh my god, oh my god, are you okay?? What happened?!?" Jimin gasped, looking at you like a precious gem that had cracked.
"Iām alright, just a little stumble. But I can't stand up, and itās annoying." With a faint chuckle, you replied. You looked up at him, hoping to see his gaze soften and persuade him that it wasn't such a major issue, but his anxious expression didn't fade.
Scrambling towards you, he examined your ankle carefully, gently touching it in the process.
"Hm, Iām not a doctor, but I think maybe you sprained it. We should go to the hospital." He announced it sincerely.
"NO. I mean- no Jimin, no hospital, please; itās not a big deal."
"Are you sure? I mean, you said you couldnāt even stand up?" It was endearing that Jimin tried to convince you, but because you didn't want to feel even more embarrassed, you simply scowled at him and hoped he understood what you were trying to imply.
"Okay, okay, letās go home then." Jimin let out a little giggle at your silliness. But he now knew it was time for him to take on the doctor role and oh how Jimin would take that role very seriously. "Right, I need to carry you to the car then, can you try and get on my back?"
Jimin crouched in front of you after turning around. You used your entire upper-body strength to push yourself onto Jimin's back by reaching for his shoulders. His arms came back around and supported you from behind before he stood up and repositioned you.
"You okay?" Jimin asks once again. "Yes. Thank you, Jimin."
You scoot closer to his back, not just so he can carry you, but also so you can embrace him. Jimin carefully made his way back up the steps and onto the busy street, attempting to find his way back to the car park. You felt embarrassed by the many stares so you cuddled your face closer into the back of Jimin's neck.
It felt safe there, and you could smell his perfume's mild flowery scent mingled with the peppermint notes of his shampoo. Oh, how he always smelled so good. You smiled into his neck and pecked him lightly. This elicited a slight chuckle from him.
Jimin gently places you in the passenger seat and carefully rearranges your legs. He tightens the seatbelt and ensures you're safe and secure. You glance up at him, speechless. After the manner in which he's been treating you, the decision to call him for assistance felt extremely justifiable. As your gaze lingers on Jimin, he catches your eye, and a soft chuckle escapes his lips once more.
"Is this okay?" Jimin asked with a grin. "Yes, Jimin, this is perfect." As your gaze met his, a rush of warmth flooded your heart. The way he looked at you with such tenderness and affection was a feeling beyond words. To have someone who cherished you so deeply was truly a gift beyond measure. A rosy hue crept up Jimin's cheeks, causing his smile to widen even further.
Closing your door and driving back to the house was quite quiet, but it also felt soothing and safe at the same time. Jimin carried you on his back once again while fumbling to retrieve his keys from his pocket to open the door. Making his way to the sofa, he plopped you down softly.
"Okay, wait there. Don't go anywhere; Iām going to find a bandage." You laughed and shook your head at his stupid yet endearing joke.
When Jimin returned 10 minutes later, he did not only return with a bandage but also with half the house. Blankets, pillows, comfy clothes, a big bowl of snacks, and on top, the said bandage. You couldnāt even see his concentrated face through the massive mountain of love.
Your laughs echoed throughout the room once again while Jimin dumped everything beside you. He then carefully helps you undress into your loungewear and, following a YouTube tutorial, attempts to wrap the bandage around your foot. Watching him all focused on you made your heart flip around the room. He is so adorable.
"Okay, I think thatās good. Now do you want a pillow under your foot as well?" Jimin asked you politely. "I think itās alright like this." You look at him, smiling.
"Hm, scratch that, Iām getting you a pillow."
When Jimin returns from getting a pillow, he gently lifts your feet to place it beneath them. He then throws various fluffy blankets over you while tucking in the sides, making sure once again that you donāt go anywhere. Looking back at you, he moves in close, giving you a soft peck on your forehead. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he momentarily retreats before leaning back in, peppering your face with a flurry of playful kisses. The two of you erupt into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, your heads thrown back in pure love and joy.
"Now what should I put on the TV for you?" Jimin sits beside you after grabbing the TV remote. "Anything I donāt mind."
Jimin then proceeds to put on your favourite film. Pressing play; he looks at you with a soft smile. "Please be more careful; I hate seeing you hurt like this." He pats your head gently while wrapping his arm around you.
"Iāll try not to Jimin ''. You say as you move closer to him, resting your head on his chest.
Paying close attention to the rest of the movie, your sixth sense tells you Jimin isn't watching it at all; he's staring at your ankle, hoping nothing will hurt it any further.
