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Redamancy - JJK | 1

Pairing: Athlete!fuckboy!Jungkook x smart ass!female!Reader

Genre: College AU, E2L, Athlete AU, smut, fluff

Word count: 6k

Synopsis:

When someone learns that Jungkook has been secretly keeping a puppy in his room despite not being allowed to, he turns to ask the only other person who knows about his secret for help. And suddenly you two—who had long been bitter enemies—get very close.

A/n: It's finally here!!! I'm sorry for keeping you waiting for so long, but I have finally completed Part 1!! Part two will be published based on the feedback I receive, so please leave a comment, reblog, or send an ask.

The Bar

"And then he pulled out a toothbrush, Y/n, a toothbrush." In response, the man in front of you took another shot while grumbling and moaning into his hands.

Your best friend Jimin was what most people referred to as the "it boy" of your college; He had the perfect physique, nice thick hair, and the temperament of an actual angel. He was, to put it mildly, flawless.

While you giggled at your best friend's hookup tales, the sweet taste of your drink lingered in your tongue. Before he revealed his sexual orientation to you, of course, Jimin had both boys and girls in the palm of his hand and even you had a brief crush on him.

"He used a toothbrush to fuck you?" You enquire of him as to the circumstances. Jimin nodded and self-consciously frowned without saying a word. He spoke up again, this time with a little more seriousness, and his lips mimicked pouting. "The dude was smoking hot, but god, he was engaged in some strange fetishism."

Putting your drink down on the bar counter after you had chugged the remainder, you started to losen up a bit.

Because it wasn't a particularly popular bar, —which was pretty plain with multicolored lighting— there weren't many people around, making it the ideal place for you and your closest friend to gossip. A terrible DJ was playing 2010 tunes that people have long since forgotten in the background. Except for the fact that it was reasonably priced, there was nothing particularly noteworthy about this pub.

You observed as some couples made out while others vanished into the restrooms to do who knows what. You and Jimin were the only ones—or so it seemed—who weren't attempting to get laid tonight.

Your focus fixed on a particular group of young men—probably around 18—who were drinking excessively, with one in particular drawing your eye. "Don't they look pitiful, though?" As Jimin was currently also observing the gathering of men, he laughed.

"How many do you think will cheat on their girls tonight?" you ask while nodding into their direction. Though you didn't intend to, you nonetheless asked the question.

Jimin grimaced and raised his eyebrows in a dejected way. His hand came up to your shoulder before he continued speaking. "Y/n, you need to forget about Kai-" You interrupt him, your gaze lowering to the ground as your thoughts wander to your ex-boyfriend, "I can't."

Kai.

If you were to sum him up in one word, it would be filthy. He not only cheated on you but also told everyone that you did it first, when you didn't.

Although your relationship with him lasted little more than four months, he was your first serious romantic relationship, the man you lost your virginity to, and the person you could rely on in addition to Jimin. With him, you had many firsts; your first kiss? Kai. Your first date? Kai. Your very first party? With Kai. Your first love?... perhaps he wasn't first in everything after all.

Kai was-

"Earth to y/n, are you listening to me?" You were jolted out of your daze by Jimin. Who—you were almost certain—was already quite drunk. His blonde hair fell into his vision lightly, as he looked at the group of guys taking their seat in a booth a few feet behind the two of you.

Pulling yourself together while furrowing your brows, you wiped the small tear, that had run down your cheeks as you traveled down memory lane. Crying in the club wasn't something you wanted to experience after all.

Gathering all your strength, you sit up straight, recheck your blue satin dress—which was way too expensive for what it barely covered—and then turn to face Jimin. "What-"

He giggled, taking a sip of his cocktail, and motioned with his head behind yours, "Bangtan is here."

Who was Bangtan?

Well, they were a group that was compelled by your College's heartthrobs; Kim Namjoon, the genius of your college, who, thanks to his charm, could get into the panties of both boys and girls.

Then there was Min Yoongi, you remember having heard a rumor that he fucked someone in the music room. Though more reserved, he was still quite the player.

Then came Kim Taehyung, maybe one of the sexiest people you have ever seen. He led a quiet life and seemed pretty mysterious. You could almost guarantee that he was high on something most of the time.

And last but not least, there was Jeon motherfucking Jungkook. He is your school's sweetheart and has slept with the whole cheerleading squad at least twice. He might deceive someone into thinking he was innocent with his doe eyes, but in reality, he was the exact opposite. In all his glory, Jungkook is what you would describe as a fuckboy, and on top of that, he was the captain of the football team.

The once-chill atmosphere was now filled with loud conversation. The voice you are most accustomed to hearing is probably Jungkooks, who is also the most obnoxious. "Don't turn around just yet; I don't believe they have spotted us. However, what do you think? Taehyung is looking filthy fine today. Should I shoot my shot and approach him?" When he quickly straightened his hair and met your gaze, Jimin prompted you.

Your lips looked a little worn out, and your mascara was a little messy. There was no way you were going to stand in front of a group of guys and have your looks judged in an instant. No thank you.

Indifferent to whose pants Jimin will be slipping into today, you give him a shrug.

First Encounter

It wasn't really comfortable walking home. After deciding to approach Taehyung, Jimin and vanished inside his car to engage in activities that he would undoubtedly recount to you the following day. One in the morning wasn't the best time for a girl to be out on the streets by herself. It was difficult to get a look thanks to the poor lighting the street lights provided, and it was nearly hard to maintain your composure due to the rustling of the shrubs next to the path.

Even though you were a mature woman who was almost 20 years old, you still felt unsafe travelling alone at night. As you got closer, your steps got faster as you could start to see the silhouette of your dorm building.

When you drew nearer to the Dorms, you could make out a few people who, like you, were likely returning from a night of partying. The only other sounds were the slight creaking of the trees caused by how windy it had become that night. The dorm you were staying in wasn't quite in the center of the campus; it was a little bit farther to the right, making it a little more private but still close to the university. Though the weariness was overtaking you faster than you could react and the booze wasn't even in your system anymore, you slightly closed your eyes as you moved.

"Bam! Get back here!"

The voice was boyish, and you knew it was Jungkooks the moment it reached your ears.—it wasn't a big deal to run into him here—even though he only lived a few rooms away from yours, his presence made you internally snort.

But you started to feel uneasy as a shadowy figure that didn't resemble a human approached you. Despite the fact that it was now only a few feet away from you, it didn't appear to slow down its pace any time soon.

Fortunately, thanks to the streetlight next to you, you could see the outline of a... dog? Oddly, dogs weren't permitted anywhere on campus, let alone in the residence halls. Unexpectedly quickly, your butt made touch with the grass, and you felt a light drizzle on your face.

You were occupied with trying to stop the dog from licking your face, and just then noticed footsteps approaching you. It was a fairly large dog, so it made sense that he was able to tackle you over this easily.

Undoubtedly you weren't too familiar with dog races, but this one seemed to be what one might describe as aggressive. Once you managed to gather your composure, a small smile spread across your lips as you looked at it. He was the exact opposite, panting quietly and looking at you with his ears up and tongue out. "And you are..?" While gently petting the dog, still lying on the ground, you chuckle. You might've still been a little drunk, just maybe.

Sadly, you were more than tired at this time and only 100 feet from your dorm when this happened—this woke you up, definitely. As Jungkook finally arrived at the scene, his wide eyes were fixed on the picture in front of him. The dog—his dog— layed down beside you, his head resting on your lap. You, the same y/n he'd known—and hated—for years, was seated on the ground, petting his dog, looking as adorable as ever. "Bam," he called out catching the dog's attention, he stared at your lap; then, "Bam come on," Jungkook tried shooing the dog away without actually approaching.

"Is this your dog?" You speak up loudly after a little silence. As Jungkook drew closer, he sent you an enigmatic glance before gripping the dog's collar and pulling it away from you.

He was just Jungkook, after all, and if you weren't about to hook up, he wasn't going to be interested in you at all. So you didn't expect him to help you up, or answer you.

You just sat there on the ground, your dress trailed up your legs as you watched the boy and his dog. You know what they say—if he had a dog, he wouldn't cheat—, or something along the lines. You honestly had no clue, you were a little tipsy after all.

"He's not my dog"

Rivalry?

Jeon: dude I need you to take Bam for the night, got a girl coming over

Jungkook sat on his bed, legs spread wide as he tapped on the chat with Mina, the photo she'd send him just now catching his full attention. It was simple, but it was hot enough to get Jungkook riled up; just her tits on display, no bra or anything.

Tae-hyung: can't, got Jimin over, maybe next time.

Fuck, really?

Jeon: Jimin as in Park Jimin?

Jeon: as in Y/ns friend? That Jimin?

Rolling his eyes at his friend, Jungkook hastily wrote on his phone. Yes, Taehyung was free to fuck anyone and at any time, but why Jimin specifically? He didn't have a problem with the boy, but he did with you. You and Jungkook just never got along somehow.

It happened two years ago. He blamed the eccentric teacher who probably just thought you were hot, but it may have also been the competitiveness between the two of you because you consistently outperformed him in physical education by 2%. The animosity technically should have subsided by this point. But since neither of you made an effort to communicate in a non-aggressive way, you just never talked it out.

Tae-hyung: yeah yeah, that one.

Tae-hyung: now stop texting me, I'm in the middle of getting the suck of a lifetime.

Jungkook rolled his eyes, and before locking his phone he cancelled plans with Mina.

"I guess it's just you and me today, buddy." "Taetae just didn't have time for you," Jungkook said, his voice becoming a little more adorable as he spoke to his doberman and gazed at him with disappointment. The dog begins to whine, approaching Jungkook and placing his head on his lap so that Jungkook could comfort him while he also browsed through some Netflix movies.

It was sad, really. No pets were allowed, as the landlord had made plain to everyone before they even moved in. No matter if it was a simple pet like a cat or a hamster; no pets.

Of course, Jungkook was aware of what was going on, but what was he going to do with Bam? Jungkooks family would be more than willing to take care of him and allow Jungkook as many visits as he desired, but because they lived two hours away, it wasn't convenient to just drop by. Finally, he made the decision to just take the dog with him—something he was certain would get him kicked out at some point.

Bam wasn't young either; the dog was nearly two years old. I would be easy to spot him anywhere. Thats why he only took him on walks late in the night, where there was no one around except a few drunken teens—and well—you apparently.

Exes

It wasn't until Jimin drew you back to reality that you realized you had just finished the week's final physics class. Although it appeared that many students chose physics this year, the classroom was quite quiet despite being packed.

Since he gave a pass to everyone who even attempted it, the teacher was OK; there was no need to be concerned. Your best friend only muttered, "You look awful," after giving you that "you stayed up all night didn't you" look as he checked you over. Who were you kidding? You stayed up because your 'wonderful' neighbor next door appeared to have invited three girls over in one night to have "fun".

You mutter to him, "Wow, thanks," as you collect your belongings.

You change the subject, not really wishing to discuss your neighbor's sex life, by saying, "You don't look too good yourself." Jimin rolled his eyes at that.

You only had three classes today, but they seemed to last forever. Your first class was math, and you felt certain you would fail it. Professor Jung simply doesn't care enough about his students this term. Following that, you had literature, which was marginally better but still not your favorite subject. Physics was the last class, which was a real letdown since even though you were passing, it was still a major pain in the ass.

Jimin gave you a knowing glance as you left the class, his eyes clearly showing that he had a good time the night before. "Taehyung again huh?" You chuckle as you open your locker and put your physics books inside. Jimin grinned and held out his hands in defense, saying, "The guy is a beast in bed, I'm telling you, biggest dick ever-" "Too much information," you murmur, covering your ears, "far too much detail."

As far as you are aware, they only met up three times, they were quite close. "Do you like him?" As you sit on the university grounds, not far from the location where the incident involving Jungkook occurred a few nights earlier, you inquire while taking your lunch box out.

As he too began to eat his meal, your best friend mumbled, "He's okay." You were already familiar with Jimin and were aware of his deception. Oh, the Bangtan member was in serious trouble, Jimin could be a very fiesty lover. You, on the other hand, didn't really understand the hype surrounding them, even if they were all undeniably attractive and unique in their own right. To fall for one of the heartbreakers, though, was simply not possible in your book. Taehyung was cute, for sure, but smoking weed was a little too illegal for your liking, you wouldn't fit right in with his lifestyle. His father was a prominent politician,, the police had his ass covered in no time.

"How about you? Any guys?... or girls?" He raises an eyebrow, but you just shrug it off, you weren't exactly looking for anyone, and you were too busy with school to even have time for a date.

Around two years ago, Minho from psychology class broke down crying during sex after going on a date. His pet fish had passed away. That was the last time you went on a date with him, or in general, for sure. Maybe it wasn't meant to be. Maybe you just weren't into relationships.

You recall that the last time you had an intimate contact with someone, it took place at a party a few months after your break-up with Kai. Nothing is more stereotypical than having sex in the bathroom, but that is exactly what occurred, and you left right away.

"That is your "I'm thinking about Kai" expression, so stop now." The sound of Jimin chewing his food in front of you could be heard as he raised his voice and pointed at you with his chopsticks. "You're hurting yourself." He was correct, you had lost interest in the man, but one never forgets their first love.

"Whatever let's just eat"

Second encounter

Jungkook is the second person you encounter after leaving the pub with Jimin at 2 a.m. He was out and about by himself, just like the last time, with a grimace on his face as he browsed aimlessly on his phone, not paying attention to the people around him. Messages from various girls crowded his screen. Jungkook was undeniably a beast in bed. Even girls who had just found his Instagram and lived in separate towns or even countries would dm him.

Jungkook, without a doubt, was one in a million.

You were walking to your dorm, music blasting, Taylor Swift's voice pleased your ears. You didn't turn off the music until that familiar dog approached you again. Your sneer is humorous. "And we meet again, friend," you smile as you give the giant dog a loving pat. The dog lets out a joyous yelp, his tail bouncing from side to side in excitement.

"You're a cute one, I wonder what your name is," you say as you examine the collar, trying in vain to find a name. "Bam," you hear a voice behind you, prompting you to turn to face the Jock "His name is Bam," he says again, dragging the dog towards him with the leash. "Is that your dog? I thought we weren't permitted to bring dogs to College-" "hes- he's not my dog, I'm just walking him." "Because," he pauses, "I'm walking him for a friend." He gives a confident nod.

"You walk your friend's dog at 2 a.m.? I'm not buying it, Jk" You raise your brow before slipping the headphones into your pocket and waited for a response. "I don't think it's any of your business anyway," he says dismissively, beginning to walk in the opposite direction.

"I guess it's my business the instant I tell our principle about your little pal," you sneer, merely intending to rile him up, you plainly had no intention of actually putting him in trouble, although it would be amusing to see the heartthrob getting scolded, it just wasn't your place to talk.

Shaking his head Jungkook turns around once more, his face adorning a frown as he steps a little too close to your licking. "He's my friends dog." He tells you once more, chest out and defensive. "I'm not dumb enough to bring a dog this big into my dorm"

You scoff, the alcohol in your blood making you appear more confident than you were. "I think you're quite dumb," you say, teasingly striking his chest. He knew you were joking, but something in him snapped at the thought of anybody other than his closest friends knowing about Bam. "Listen up, 'know it all,' you better mind your own damn business-" you sneer, flipping your head, "I was just kidding, Jesus fuck, why are you so tense? Didn't get laid today?" You laugh, re-plug your earbuds, and walk away, leaving a perplexed Jungkook behind.

Jungkook was pulled back to reality as his dog tugged on the leash, most likely wanting to go home. "Fine, alright, we're leaving," Jungkook murmured to himself as he went up to his dorm, which was mercifully located in a more secure location.

When he layed down on his bed and turned out the lights, his phone was the only source of brightness he had. "You can't just wander off to strangers Bam, they'll take you away from me if they find out," his owner chuckles as Bam lays down alongside him and lets out a contented huff.

The Gym (Third Encounter)

"I swear to you, Jake got kicked out of his apartment and had to move to an apertment at the far end of town because they found him with a cat in his dorm." Taehyung informed his closest friend as they headed to practice, both of them holding their gym bags as they approached the large gym. Jungkook's heart skipped a beat; he didn't want to spend more than 1.500€ a month for a lousy apartment if someone ever found out. "Fuck," he mumbles as he fumbles with his locker keys to get his workout bag inside, only pulling out a little towel and some water. "I don't want to be that person, but someone will find out eventually, and then you're screwed." Taehyung comforts the younger man by placing his hand on his shoulder.

Jungkook sighs and shakes his head "So, where do I put him now? My parents live two hours away, and you guys are the only ones I know and trust with Bam." He sighs and steps onto the treadmill, starting slowly and running his hand through his hair. Jungkook was worried, you'd seen Bam and suspected him to be his; it wouldn't be long before you told someone, he didn't trust you in the least.

Taehyung only shrugged, already too engrossed in the music playing loudly through his headphones, while Jungkook just gazed at the wall as he worked out, the chat with you earlier this week making him more worried than it should. You'd have told on him by now–it's been three days–there's no way you'd do it now. But he still had this strange feeling in his gut that wouldn't go away.

With just 15 minutes till his workout was through, Jungkook was stretching in front of the mirror when he focused his gaze on your figure; you hadn't noticed him yet, but the dread in his chest grew again. "Damn, that's her." Jungkook nudges his closest friend to get his attention, motioning toward you, your eyes now meeting his. "Shit, I think she knows hyung, what do I do? Is she here to get me? To get Bam? What if they already got him?!"Jungkook rushes up to gather his stuff, but Taehyung stops him. "Jungkook, see, she's here with Jimin, they're just going to work out, she's not here to" he raises an eyebrow, "get you," he quotes.

Looking back, he saw you on the treadmills with Jimin, exactly as Taehyung had informed him you were working out. He sighs deeply as he walks past his friend towards the showers. "I really need to get banged," he says, "I haven't had any since I cancelled on Mina." Jungkook quickly stripped naked and began showering while Taehyung reclined on one of the benches. "I'm going to take a shower at Jimin's apartment once he finishes here," Taehyung says with a knowing smirk. "You're disgusting," Jungkook complains as he washes the shampoo out of his hair, earning Tae's snicker. "What? And you telling me every aspect of your one-night stands is fine?" He pulls out his phone. "Man, you're down bad," Jungkook muttered as Taehyung smiled at the flirty messages Jimin had left for him.

The sound of droplets falling onto the ground soon stops, and Jungkook dries himself up in no time. Putting on some fresh clothes before bidding goodbye to his friend who walks over to you and Jimin with a grin on his face. He wishes Taehyung the best, sure, but the thought of him dating someone? It was weird, yeah.

"Tae!" Jimin was the first to spring up and hug his, his well.. you're not sure what they are to each other yet. You had yet to figure that out, but in the meantime, you enjoyed Jimin being happy. "Hi Taehyung" you wave at the boy while squating, you weren't about to stop your workout just to greet him. "Nice to see you Y/n" Taehyung gives you a small but meaningful smile before looking back at Jimin, who'd stopped his workout all together and was now leaning against the mirror admiring the beautiful man in front of him.

You don't really catch what they talk about, you were too busy thinking about what you were eating for dinner later. Maybe sushi? Chinese? Subway? A voice soon interrupts your thoughts "Y/n!" Jimin calls out, walking closer to you. "Taehyung invited us for dinner later, I think some of his friends are coming too" smiling, he gives you pleading eyes, hoping you'd say yes so he wouldn't have to deal with his lover's friend all by himself.

"Sure I'd love to come"

Getting Ready

"-There must be one that grabs your attention, they are all really different from one another and... sexy." You're standing in front of the mirror trying on several clothing for tonight's dinner as Jimin approaches your body. Yes, it took some bravery for you to just show up there, Jimin—at least— had Taehyung, who he was already very familiar with. But what about you? You were most certainly out of place, but as you previously stated, you couldn't just let Jimin leave by himself.

"I know, I know," you murmur, "but the only one I've ever spoken to, except Taehyung, is Jungkook," as you make a face.

Jimin's expression immediately darkens, with a tinge of worry in his features. He begins, setting down the dress he had picked for you to try on, "For the love of God, no." He shakes his head "Not him." He made a no sign with both of his hands. You furrow your brow and say, "They're all not the best of people. Why are you worried of me clicking with him?" Careless of the terrified man in your room, you grab your bra from the bed. Jimin mumbles, "I mean." Your best friend shakes his head as you show him a blue shirt and says, "He's close to Taehyung and everything, which I guess is his one green flag." He pauses. "I just don't think you're compatible; he's everything you despise,"

"How do you know him so well?" You inquired. In the midst of the talk, he hands you a dress, and you put it on while you wait and check yourself in the mirror. He rejects your response, "He came over a few times after me and Tae hooked up," and compliments your outfit choice.

When he sees you sitting at your makeup table, he says, "Use blush, suits you." Taking up the beauty product with a nod, you start you doing your make up "Okay, so how is he?" After a pause, you resume the conversation, intrigued because the few times you did speak to him, he seemed a bit withdrawn and hesitant.

Jimin slumps on the bean bag next to you and moans as he drops his phone on your bed. "He's exactly how he always was: cold and not very talkative," says Jimin before reaching over to give you your lipstick. He goes on to say, "He's very confident in himself, a narcissist, and fucks around a lot. You know; still the same old Jungkook you used to beat in PE" smiling when you finish your makeup and calling it "wonderful." "Thanks Jimin,"

"I think I kinda expected that from him, the cold attitude and all," you add reaching for your bag and putting your keys, wallet, and, yes, a condom inside.

You never know.

Dinner (Forth Encounter)

The place basically screams "only rich people please!" with slow music playing in the background and the place being dark. You sigh; this is definitely not a place you'd choose. It didn't help that you weren't employed and had only about 100€ in your bank account. You should probably only get side dishes, they were undoubtedly the least expensive items on the menu.

Jimin pats your back as you both proceed to the booth Yoongi, Taehyung, and Jungkook sat in, saying, "Over there." Jimin hugged Taehyung and then sat down next to him, leaving you to be seated next to the weirdo himself; Jeon Jungkook. You uncomfortably look at Jimin, who is seated in front of you, and murmur, "Hello," holding your phone tightly in your hand. "What would you two like to have?" Taehyung asked "Yoongi Hyung, Jungkook and I ordered beer". Jimin was almost sitting on Taehyung's knee when he spoke, which explained his unusually upbeat tone.

Before speaking, you give your closest friend a dirty look and say, "I'll just take a water," grinning as you unlock your phone and occupy yourself. The night was going to be quite long.

Jungkook keeps a close eye on you and hasn't let up since you first arrived. This isn't because he likes you; on the contrary, he still harbors animosity toward you.

But why are you here right now, out of all the places you could be? Yoongi, who was busy texting a girl on his phone while drinking his beer, is distracted as Jungkook groans. He mutters as he continues to stare down at his phone without looking up, "If you're going to be a brat, leave. I can't deal with your childish ass right now." "I'm an adult," Jungkook says, rolling his eyes. The older one then looks up, "Then act like one."

Jungkook slams his hand down on the table a little too forcefully, drawing your attention. "What's that supposed to mean," he asks. Yoongi and Jungkook are in your line of sight as you shriek up and inquire. "Everything alright?"

Smiling Yoongi nods towards you, indicating that you should eat up your appetizers. He then gives Jungkook a sneering look after you shrug and do exactly that.

Giving one final critical glance before returning to his phone Yoongi speaks, "See, that's exactly what I mean by 'childlike behavior'."

Jimin squeals, "Taehyungie, stop," and when you look up, you'll see the two lovebirds teasing each other. Taehyung is the one who feeds Jimin, but just as he opens his mouth to take a bite, he takes the spoon away, making Jimin whine.

You had never seen Jimin this content or this... in love? You smirk to yourself as you cast a quick glance across the room before settling your eyes on Jungkook, who had just returned from the restroom, his eyes glued to his phone as he typed away, before returning to his seat next to you.

"I say we should get more drinks; they're on me," Taehyung cheered then ordering 4 Sex on the beach. Not exactly your favorite, but free alcohol is still free alcohol.

The smell of smoke permeated the air as you stepped outside, seeing a shaky Jimin walking hand in hand with Taehyung as he escorted him to his car. You call out, attracting Taehyung's attention, "Wait—uh, Jimin and I were meant to get home together." But Taehyung simply smiles at you. "Sorry, Jimin is mine for the night."

Looking across at your best friend, you notice the typical drunk Jimin, blowing kisses your way, and drawing finger hearts. You shrug smiling, and pull out your phone to call an uber. Yoongi, who takes a last drag from his cigarette, stops you, "I'll drive you home, you live around the same area as Jungkook right?" stepping on the cigarette, he asks while exhaling smoke.

You nod; you don't really care how you got home tonight; all you really want to do is fall asleep on your bed. He says, "My cars over there, I guess Jungkook already got in." He gives you an enticing wink before saying, "I'll be right there." Yoongi walks over to assist Taehyung in getting Jimin into his car, Thankfully, they had their last drink two hours prior, as this allowed them to safely drive home.

When you first entered the car, it was completely silent. The only sound was a lonesome song playing on the radio, which helped to create a slightly more cozy environment. Jungkook sat in the front seat, smoking a cigarette out the window as he stared at the sky.

Jungkook observes as your attractive physique settles into the backseat of the vehicle. He grinned to himself as he threw the cigarette out the window and slumped back in his seat after noticing you briefly glancing at him. Watching your confused face in the rearview mirror, he said, "There's lipstick on your teeth."

"Do you frequently just stare at random girls' teeth?" You scoff while using one finger to wipe your teeth, staring irritably at the older boy. "A simple "thank you" would have been plenty," you observe him shrug, distort his face, and roll his eyes.

"Are you taking out your friends dog tonight?" You cross your arms as you ask, briefly glancing back to Yoongi who still hopelessly tried to get Jimin into Taehyungs car. You laugh a bit, taking a picture to show Jimin the next day.

"What?" Jungkook turns around to look at you in irritation, obviously confused. You tilt your head in surprise "The dog you always walk at the asscrack of dawn" you remind him "Bam I think his name was". His eyes then seem to widen, most probably knowing what you mean. "Oh yeah, yeah" he dismisses you, shaking his head and turning back to look outside the window at the night sky.

"You're so weird"

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Power Play (m)

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➾ warnings: degradation/ humiliation, unprotected sex, creampies, cum eating, thigh riding, ass play, spitting, mentions of religion (porn scene involving a Catholic priest and school girl- please skip over if this offends you!), mentions of impregnation

➾ a/n: thank you so much to my deli fairy @jimlingss for hearing me out when i was ranting about how hard it was to write this. you gave me so much inspiration and motivation to write, and this fic would not be here without you :D @parkmuse you are the absolute mvp for offering to beta read this monster. thank you for validating me when i needed it TT i know you’ll just nut over this so enjoy ;-) and of course!!!! @winetae I’m so happy and grateful to be a part of this collaboration 😭 im honoured to be able to fulfil your porn star dreams :”D 

happy valentine’s day 🌹❤️ 

please do check out the other lovely writers in the collab too!!

➾ summary: You know him as the A lister of all porn stars; a man who sits pretty in his place at the top of the food chain. But you also know him as the Park Jimin who single handedly humiliated you and ruined your own career as a rookie just starting out, the epitome of the biggest dick in the entire industry… and you’re not talking about his assets. But when Park Jimin comes to you, saying he’s in a slump that only you can get him out of and begs you to sign an exclusive contract with him; things get messy… in more ways than one.  

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[bonny-kookoo]

Jimin: Comfort Blanket (1)

In which you finally found your mate after years of longing, only for it to be someone you can never have.

Tags/Warnings: Alpha!Jimin, Omega!Reader, Idol!Jimin, omega struggles, alpha problems, stereotypes and judgmental 'fans', angst, fluff, strangers to lovers

Additional Chapter Warnings: lil angst, sorry, flirty jiminie

Chapter Length: short

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You're staring Jimin down like he's your newly found arch nemesis, while he can't help but be absolutely bewitched. You look adorable sitting there with a death grip on the blanket, staring daggers at him while he knows you don't mean any real harm. "so you took it." you say quietly, accusingly, and he chuckles, leaning his head against the back of the couch. He's sitting sideways on it to face you sitting across, pressed into the corner of the little sofa to gain space from him.

"Found it is a better fitting term." he corrects, still smiling amusedly at you, and it's very much not pacifying your temper.

"stole it then." you say, and his eyes sharpen a bit. Compared to the big sparkly eyes and distressed scent earlier, you've now visibly gained confidence as you challenge him openly. It only further cements his suspicion that you're actually mates- that it's him, his presence making you feel this way. Equally so, he's never felt this at ease ever before- like nothing matters, like the world just waits for him.

"no. It was laying on the floor near the changing rooms, and I picked it up." he explains. "and yes, kept it. Who'd just leave it there all enticing with your mate's scent all over it?" he chuckles, though he does notice the way you visibly deflate. "what is it?" he wonders instantly, not liking the change in energy one bit.

He's already painfully protective of any shift in your behavior, instantly trying to make the situation better for you. It's an exchange however, not a dependence; an omega-alpha couple works best after all because of that. While the alpha feels needed and wanted, validated and calmed by his partner's presence, an omega receives protection, a feeling of safety, of belonging. It's a give and take- balancing each others needs and cravings at a constant.

"I.. It's just unfair." you say, not looking at him any longer as your fingers toy with the edge of the blanket. "I searched all my life until now.." I find out that my mate is someone I can never have, you think to yourself. your don't need to openly say it for him to realize what you're thinking, however. It doesn't take a genius to figure that out.

"hey, I'm not that bad of a catch now." he tries to lift the mood, but you just shake your head. His fingers are itching to hold and comfort you, but he knows there's still boundaries he needs to accept.

"you are, no doubt. You're.. One of the most sought-after alphas after all. For good reason." you say. And while it does stroke his ego, it doesn't help the mood at all- if anything, it's kicking it even further.

"but?" he gently asks, trying to find your gaze, but to no avail. You're avoiding his eyes, and he doesn't like it one bit.

"I can't have you. Like, ever." you mumble. "I'm sorry it's me for you." you say, and he immediately scoots closer, carefully lifting your chin so you look at him. He can't have you say something even remotely demeaning about yourself, his mate.

"hey hey no, don't-" he looks at you earnestly. "don't see me as BTS's Jimin." he says, and you look at him.

"what else am I supposed to see you as?" you whine in frustration, his presence and scent making you almost dizzy, and there it suddenly is again; that smile, eyes turning into half-moons as he leans his head to the side.

"see me as Park Jimin." he offers. "Your alpha."

And you just know you turn crimson red at that, hiding underneath your blanket from him while he laughs.

You shouldn't ever be sorry that it's you for him. If anything, he should be thankful it's you.

[coupsie-daisies]

Silver Screen Soulmates | Park Jimin

Pairing: Park Jimin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, Enemies to Lovers (one sided), Actor AU, kinda hurt/comfort

Summary: Being Jimin’s leading lady is a big task, and being in Park Jimin’s shadow is absolutely insufferable. Jimin can’t understand how you’re in his shadow when you shine brighter than the sun itself.

Word Count: 11.8k (I’m so sorry)

Warnings: Lots of alcohol, Reader gets hate online, lots of cussing, Reader is messy

A/N: So it’s a tiny bit late because the header was giving me problems, but here’s my contribution to the clownracha monthly prompt for July; Lights, Camera, Action. Enjoy!

Tags: @dragonofthenorth0726 // @felixtok // @sunnytaes // @burningupp // @bunnypig18 // @chrswolfie // @ferrethyun

This fanfiction and the header attached are property of @/hobi-is-golden, reposting on any platform without explicit permission is prohibited

“Cut,” The director called, and you sighed. Whether it was a sound of relief or frustration was still up in the air. You loved acting, it had taken over the depths of you. It was your co-star who always seemed to give you problems.

Jimin was a good actor, a great actor even. Not that you’d be caught dead saying something like that near him. There were a lot of things you’d learned about Park Jimin since you’d first met him, and if you were to describe him, it would sound like praise.

He was hardworking, the most dedicated man you’d ever met. He was a perfectionist, and that might be one of the biggest understatements ever. Actually, he was sweet, sickeningly so. He never wanted to see anyone frown, and he would do damn near anything for damn near anyone.

Park Jimin was, at best, an angel. And at worst, he was your worst fucking nightmare.

“Can we do that one more time?” Jimin asked with a charming smile. It was the same one he always used with the press when he tried to get on their good side or make a perfect impression. You groaned, not even bothering to hide your exasperation as you shot the director a pleading look.

“Again? We’ve shot this scene like a hundred times.” You said, completely ready to stand your ground on this one. You completely understood only wanting to put your best on the big screen. But you were already behind schedule, and it was because of Jimin’s perfectionism. “Please, there’s got to be enough good takes already.”

You heard Jimin scoff beside you, his hands landing on his hips. You shot him a side-eyed glare.

“I know we’re nearing the end of the shoot schedule, but we should still be putting in one hundred percent effort.” He said. Your jaw dropped. Surely he wasn’t implying that you were slacking off on your work.

“I’m putting in just as much effort as you are, thank you very much.” You jabbed your finger towards him. “I just don’t think it’s necessary to keep rerunning the same scene over and over. It’s a waste of everyone’s time, energy, and money.”

“You’re saying it’s a waste of time to film a good movie? Isn’t that what we’re here to do?”

You rolled your eyes. Low fucking blow.

“You know that’s not what I’m fucking saying.”

“Well that’s what it sounds like. I know you’re not a quitter, and you do too, so why are you acting like one?”

“Don’t talk about things you don’t know.” You snapped, hands curling and uncurling at your sides. The tension sparking between you and your co-star was becoming stifling.

“Alright, let’s all take 15. We’ll pick up with the next scene then..” The director dismissed everyone, and you glared at Jimin again as you turned to leave.

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[nishibishi]

PARK JIMIN'S FIC-RECS:- Series List (01)

Good gracious! Had this week been more hectic, I could see the signs of the curtains of my life closing upon me. I wish all of you are doing well and good. I'm pretty much aware of what all happened at the Grammy's, but seriously, I couldn't care less as we all know BTS doesn't need them, they need BTS and THAT'S A UNIVERSAL FACT.

Well, here I am with the fic-recs featuring no one other than my love, my life, my person, Park Jimin. None of these works are mine, their copyrights belong to their respective writers who've put their blood, sweat and LUST (as nearly all of them are smuts, blame it to my teenage hormones peeps!) into these wonderful creations. I would ask you all again to give their master-lists a shot as well. Happy reading!

WARNING:-

MOST OF THESE SERIES WILL BE 18+ (mentions of any mental unrest, mentions of any death, blasphemy, infidelity, mentions of blood, and explicit smut)- MINORS SHOULD STRICTLY NOT INTERACT.

LEGENDS:-

a - angst ; f - fluff ; m - mature ; s - supernatural ; d - drama ; h - humor

Would You?(m) by @jiminrings (a, f, d) [slice of life]

You, for most obvious reasons, have caught up feelings for your supermodel best friend, Jimin, who's sole aim is get his bed warm at night. Until one day, when he finds himself falling in love with your old friend, Ji-soo, and you finally realize that it's high time to move on. But the question of the hour is: would you?

The characterization of this series is its essence that drew me towards the end of this fic. I absolutely loved the portrayal of Jimin's character of someone who doesn't believe in the permanence of anything. Some of the parts hit harder than the most, as the memories of relationships uncover deepest feelings of the OC. A must read!

Heartburn by @jiminrings (a, d) [slice of life]

"My heart burns for your love." A beautiful metaphor, ain't it? But this metaphor turns into reality when you find out your boyfriend to be emotionally engaging with someone else and then you realize, that your heart, indeed, burns for his love.

This is one of the most tear-jerking fics I've read so far. The realism of this series is so heart-wrenching and true to the core, that we all must have faced at some or the other point in our lives. The best work of the writer so far. Absolutely loved it!

Dreaded Neighbors(m) by @99liners (a, f, d, h) [arrange marriage]

Your husband, Jimin and you barely know each other. And surprisingly, both are equally shy, not so ready to make a move. Thanks to your neighbors, whom you both equally try to avoid, and in that journey, you find something together: love.

This fic is fresh, quirky, modern and pretty sexy, in fact. It takes a new and a very, very relatable perspective on arrange marriages, love, age gap and the marital relationships. The awkwardness between the leads, the romance and the situations amongst their friends, colleagues, relatives etc. is absolutely delectable. Totally worth reading!

Lebensmüde(m) by @99liners (a, d) [mafia, crime world]

In the world of hate, violence and crime, you and your husband, Jimin, try to find an escape to a better place, unsure of what future beholds for you two.

Toxic, dark, frightening and sick. A rare delicacy for dark souls like me. A must read!

Induratize(m) by @hobiwonder (a, f, d) [royalty, forced marriage]

In order to save his kingdom, your father trades you to Prince Jimin as a peace treaty. And defeated, you accept your fate and sooner than later, find yourself needy for your husband's affection. However, his reluctance hide a lot more secrets than your mind can think of.

An emotional rollercoaster ride featuring thickest monarch vocabulary (and mind me, it's so sexy, oh lord), the overwhelming sexual tension between the leads and foremost, the best smut scenes I've come across so far.

I JUST WANT TO SAY:- HOBIWONDER PLEASE COME BACK AND COMPLETE THIS MASTERPIECE. I'M SO FUCKING TIRED TO WAKE UP EVERYDAY AND CHECK FOR ANY UPDATES REGARDING THIS FIC AND GETTING UPSET AFTER SEEING NONE. PLEASE, I BEG YOU.

Baby, Baby(m)(ft. Taehyung) by @hobiwonder (a. f, d, h) [surrogacy]

To pay your university fees, you get yourself recruited as a surrogate for a very attractive and elite gay couple. But soon, as your pregnancy sets in, they start taking TOO much care of you and the things, for sure, get complicated.

It is bold, sinful, highly explicit and morally wrong, yet I've got to admit it: this fic is indeed my biggest guilty pleasure till date. The character development, the problems faced by the queer people around the globe and the pregnancy issues women have to deal with are the highlights of this fic along with the steamy intimate scenes among the leads. Very vulgar, but yes, the best in its genre.

Oh, What A World(m) by @cutechim (a, f, d, h) [contract marriage, popstar]

After almost ruining his idol career, Jimin is determined to dedicate his everything to revive his nation's it-boy fame. But much to his dismay, his PR team puts up the idea of contract marriage, in order to whitewash his past misdeeds. Enters you, a heartbroken law prodigy, who catches his interest.

The cutest, the loveliest, the most adorable fic I've read so far. The best part is that the way Jimin's character has been written is so familiar to the original Jimin that we know: warm, affectionate, clumsy, cute, sexy, sensitive and everything! The chemistry between the leads as well as the other main characters is an absolute delight. A MUST READ FOR ALL JIMIN FANS!

A Remedy For Mondays(m) by @dovechim (a, f, h) [office, fake dating/pregnancy]

After bunking your miserable office life for a fan-meet, you end up faking a pregnancy naming your co-worker, Jimin as your partner-in-crime to cover up. But soon, everything comes crashing to you and you do realize, that indeed, you took the worst possible remedy for Mondays.

A Hilarious, Sexy and Quirky ride full of surprises and of course, a happy ending. The weird situations the leads find themselves stuck in between and oh, Jimin's Grandma. DEFINITELY A MUST READ.

Illegirl by @threeletterslife (f, h) [High School, Teacher-Student]

An A-grade student like you, ends up accidentally kissing your drunk mathematics teacher due to unexplainable circumstances. And that's how your shelved life takes an interesting turn towards love, friendship and life.

The best teacher-student relationship fic I've read. It buzzes with its lively, vibrant and relatable characters stuck in evermore relatable situations under different horizons and perspective. LOVED IT!!

Off-limits(m) by @kaddiiction (a, f) [Brother's Best friend]

You've always been in love with you brother's bff. But once you end up hooking up with him at their homecoming party, things get messed up for worse.

Heart wrenching at its most. Problematic, Relatable and Profound. A must read.

So that is it, guys. Stay healthy and hydrated! Happy Reading! You guys can reply me as well and suggest me some more. Good day to y'all!!

[jiminrings]

take five

pairing: yoongi x reader

wordcount: 10k

glimpse: dr. min yoongi’s a board-certified dermatologist; skilled, renowned, and in-demand — oh and also, he’s divorced.

alternatively, you’re yoongi’s nurse and you have a crush on him, and he gives you five chances to ask him out — he never said anything about accepting though.

[ angst, fluff, unrequited love, so much pining ]

notes: inspired by yang seok-hyeong and choo min-ha’s dynamic from hospital playlist!! you don’t necessarily have to watch it in order to read this :D this idea has been sitting in my notes for like a year now (yikes) and i’ve only found the wILL to do it now!! took a short break because i’ve been mostly just pumping out stem koo for the past months, but here’s a yoongi piece to cleanse everyone’s palate!! this has got to be one of my favorite pieces ever hee-hee

as always, lmk what you think <3 send in feedback/requests/love to my askbox anytime!!

[ part two ]

“Now where the hell did you hear that?”

Yoongi looks at you incredulously and for a moment, you think you’ve actually hit homerun with your stupid myth of the day because not only does he roll his eyes at you, he also scoffs and stops in his tracks.

“Just somewhere,” you mumble under your breath and hope that Yoongi doesn’t ask you for the exact source and citation because he already looks irked with what he just heard. “But they say it’s true though! If you don’t immediately drink water when you start having hiccups, you would have a breakout the next day or hours later, even.”

There is bliss in ignorance.

There is bliss and beauty in ignorance and it comes in the form of knitted brows and an agape mouth on Dr. Min, his eyes trained on you as if you asked him the stupidest question he's ever heard (you probably did) in his career and perhaps his lifetime.

Every week, from Monday to Saturday, Yoongi comes to his own clinic between the window of 8 to 8:15 in the morning wearing a bucket hat and his choice of clothing to wear under his white coat. Only his right hand would be occupied by the Louis Vuitton Keepall Bandoulière 45 bag, which he later tosses as soon as he enters the clinic and see his employees scramble to catch and save it, just to give himself a little chuckle every morning. He really couldn't care less if none of them manage to catch it, but it's kind of nice having a pointless yet joyful routine.

Additionally, every week, from Monday to Saturday, you come to Serendipity Aesthetics at 7:00 AM to drop off your things so you could walk to the expensive coffee shop to buy equally overrated coffee because after all, your place of work is in the heart of the luxury district. Between the window of 8 to 8:15, Dr. Min walks in and throws his designer bag into the air, to which every employee tries to catch so there wouldn't be a single scratch (but everyone knows that he literally wouldn't care if nobody could save it), and every single time, you're the one who catches his bag.

Also, every week, from Monday to Saturday, you make sure that you're Dr. Min's first interaction of the day.

It always starts with a pathetic skincare myth that you ask him to verify while he either confirms or denies it for you while walking to his office, giving him his coffee that you buy with your own money. It originally started with you searching compilations online and eventually, they got so boring and repetitive that you started making up your own.

The more ridiculous it is, the more reaction you get from Yoongi.

You quickly learned that by now and every morning, you get to see the way he furrows his eyebrows and you're convinced that if you say your myth in a defensive and completely-swayed tone, Dr. Min would actually look at you to deadpan.

This time, however, you probably struck gold.

"I would actually fire you if you even thought for a second that it would be true."

Granted, maybe the gold you thought you've struck is just plated and would turn green overnight.

"Very funny, Dr. Min. No explanation today?" you try to coax one from him because the door to his office is looking especially near and he doesn't allow you to enter anyway.

"I think it's pretty self-explanatory that I studied to be a doctor for more than a decade, have my own clinic, and threatened to fire you for your useless myth of the day, don't you think?" he hums lowly, wiping his finger to press his code onto his door.

"You do have a point," you sheepishly mumble at being outed more harshly for your tactics, "can I ask you something else though?"

Yoongi's eyes are glued on his phone as he just waves you off to both shoo and acknowledge you at the same time, leaning his weight to the door so he could both watch the highlight reel of a show he watched just last week and carry his bag.

"Later. I'm busy."

"No problem!" you stammer because you're not sure if you're ready to ask him anyway, wordlessly pushing the door open for him because he's deeply immersed on his phone. "Can I ask you over lunch? I-..."

... know a place.

Yoongi's door already closes on your face as the result of him kicking it backwards as he enters, making you take a step back to gather yourself.

You are not ready at all to ask him.

It's no secret that you have a crush on Dr. Min. Not at all. Practically everyone knows how head-over-heels you are for him; even the man himself actually.

It was embarrassing at first when it sinked into you that everyone collectively knows how you trail after him like a stray kitten whose gotten their first feed of the day, but later on, it’s something you actively and unnecessarily took pride in.

That way, you could ward off any other people in the clinic who have an eye on him! Dr. Park says that it’s the equivalent of a dog peeing on a fire hydrant within a street that nobody likes to walk in, but you just dismiss his comment as per usual. You’re sure that it’s impossible that no one likes him a little more than usual as an employee would, but perhaps they’re just not as showy as you are.

You can't pinpoint exactly why you have a crush on him because truth be told, you liked him in entirety. It was gradual, sure, but you liked him as a whole even from the start. Something about him’s so pulling that you find yourself complaining silently sometimes.

Liking him is easy. The variables aren't.

It just so happens that Dr. Min doesn't like you in that way, or in any way at all, but that’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with that. Everybody starts from zero at one point.

"Not to burst your bubble, buttercup, but you do know that Yoongi used to have a wife, right?"

Jimin, the cosmetic surgeon of Serendipity Aesthetics and Yoongi's business partner, asks you. He has no ill intent — he actually finds it adorable to see you pining after his best friend who's done nothing but turn you down.

It’s harsh, entertaining, but not laughable. Even the secondhand embarrassment and heartbreak makes Jimin look away whenever you ask Yoongi about his weekend. It’s a game of cat and mouse, but the only difference is that the mouse is unfazed and untouchable, and the cat's scared yet determined.

Coincidentally, Jimin's your childhood friend. Both his and your parents would assign him to watch over you even if he's just some years ahead of you. It even strengthened the bond of you treating him as an older brother and him fulfilling the role well, just as annoyingly.

Your communication hasn't been consistent especially when he entered medical school, which is why you've rarely ever heard about Yoongi before you even worked here. None of it matters though because it feels that you’ve been with Jimin for a lifetime in a literal sense, feeling a stroke of fate because somehow, he’s the common string that bridged you and Dr. Min unknowingly.

You like him a healthy amount. In a very respectful, healthy, almost pitiful amount.

"Yeah. I knew that," you sigh dejectedly, stirring your iced coffee that’s already gotten too watered-down for your taste. “She’s the model, right?"

How could you not?

How could you not know who Dr. Min’s ex-wife is because even before you worked in his and Jimin’s clinic, you’ve already heard of her?

You once saw her in an LED billboard once at a prime spot in a busy street. You saw her face on a promotional liquor poster in a convenience store without knowing that she was the wife of your then-crush (who you didn’t know yet) at the time. You see her large signature on the wall at a restaurant you regularly eat at but don’t have the appetite for nowadays.

"Mhmm, Jihye."

Jimin hums in agreement, spooning a portion from your plate and into his mouth because you’re too preoccupied to swat his hand away.

"Is she your best friend?"

Jimin rolls his eyes playful at the tone of your voice who’s suddenly gotten meek. "No, that's you, buttercup.”

You atleast feel comforted that Dr. Min’s ex-wife, whom you barely know, hasn’t managed to snatch perhaps your favorite person in the whole world. She once had Yoongi and that’s something you can stomach because it’s their life you’re not a part of, but something tells you that you’d be a little more bummed to know that Jimin and her are close just like the two of you.

“We were friends at best because I'm close to Yoongi and well... y'know..." He coughs awkwardly, eyes hesitantly looking up at you before he buries his face to the noodles to the point he could feel the steam rise to his face. "I was the best man at their wedding."

Jimin notices the way your mouth is just fixed on your dumpling, unmoving. It's only rare that you ask him about Dr. Min because there's always the guilt that you're just using your friendship with Jimin as leverage to know more about his colleague, but in the few times that you do ask about him, it always has something to do with major facts you can't immediately grasp your head around.

"Don't worry! They were in a relationship for three years, and only married for one. They knew each other even before Yoongi became a resident."

"That does not help me, Jimin. At all."

He only sheepishly scratches the back of his head, going back to his words which he now realizes did nothing to make you feel better.

"Relax. If you say something superlatively dumb enough for your skincare myths, he'll probably take the hint and date you out of pity."

You unclench your mouth on the dumpling, finding no will to chew it now that Jimin, once again, opened his mouth. "Made it even worse, actually."

He's no stranger to you feeling bummed but he knows that he's somehow in a bind because he's in a point of conflict between you and Yoongi, both his best friends. He can't exactly give you false hope in order to cheer you up, but he can't lie either and say that you don't have a solid fighting chance with Yoongi.

You're frowning but he knows you understand, well-aware that you'd recuperate soon enough.

"Cheer up. Just ask him out and if he denies you, then be it! I had a hand in designing this clinic, remember? It's big enough for you to avoid him."

"Not sure if I should feel inspired or discouraged," you tut under your breath, pressing your forehead down the table so you could ignore him while he leaves you alone. "Thanks, Dr. Park."

Jimin rolls his eyes at the nickname you use to spite him and only call him when the other employees are around, in which case there aren't, just because he did the equivalent of making you gulp orange juice after brushing your teeth like his sudden "I was the best man at Yoongi's wedding" revelation.

You don't know how long your forehead's been pressed to the table but it feels long enough to the point you hear a familiar set of footsteps you didn't anticipate to come this soon, immediately straightening your posture.

"Dr. Min! You're here!"

Yoongi looks up from his phone and nods, completely unsurprised that you're here in the breakroom at the exact moment that he comes in.

"Dr. Park bought everyone lunch today, yours is in this bag," you gesture to the meal you've separated and took the initiative of writing his name on so no one would "accidentally" claim it for themselves because it's always the one with the extra sauce and napkins.

He only hums as he plops down to the seat parallel to the paper bag, not registering it at all that you did it on purpose so he'd be sitting beside you. You didn't actually think he'd fall for it, but it's one of the times you feel indebted to his eager attention to his phone because he doesn't notice.

Yoongi sets his phone down on the table as it's held up by his convenient popsocket, immersed in slurping his own noodles to be oblivious of you who's close to losing your shit right beside him.

The opportunity is sitting right next to you and you didn't expect it to come this soon because if you knew that Dr. Min would be setting off your tentative plans unknowingly with how everything's coming to place, you probably would've rehearsed endlessly in front of a mirror.

"Can I ask my question now?"

Dr. Min's in the middle of chewing when you ask but he doesn't flinch, already aware that you ask him so much questions within a day that he feels like he's working with a nosey toddler.

"Go. You're gonna ask it anyway," he replies monotonously and continues chewing, bringing more noodles to his mouth even if his cheeks haven't deflated yet.

His nonchalance is what simultaneously intimidates and eggs you on, finding the words leaving your mouth with no filter at all.

"Can I ask you to go out with me? I'll only ask you five times and after that, I'm gonna get off your tail."

There's no beat of silence because Yoongi keeps chewing and you're sure you heard a chuckle in-between, looking at his side profile while holding your breath. You're just about to apologize for crossing a line you've been toeing for the better portion of a year when he looks at you once, briefly and lazily.

"Okay."

The word doesn't immediately click in your mind as you stumble with spelling out the letters in your head. Are you hearing it right? Is this just a side-effect of Jimin randomly clapping his hands beside your ears when you're getting groggy?

"O-okay? As in, yes?"

"Okay as in yes, you can ask me to go out with you," Dr. Min clarifies calmly, a ghost of a smile appearing on his lips when he sees the favorite part of his show appear on-screen. "Asking me to go out with you is different from going out with you."

You're shell-shocked because that's exactly what you asked of him and you're even more surprised that he interpreted it as such, the weight of his approval now dawning on you.

"Of course."

Yoongi only hums but he can't bring himself to get another bite because you don't let a second go to waste, seeing your face plead closer to his peripheral vision that he only manages to give you a side-eye.

“Can we go out later, Dr. Min? I actually checked your schedule and you have nothing booked past 4 PM!”

You try to tone down your excitement and you're glad that the expectation of him answering you in the first try is only an afterthought, because he shoots you down twice as quick as you asked.

“No.”

“Do you have plans tonight then?” you prod with a gentle smile, trying to see if you can sway him even in the slightest.

“Nope.”

“Then why don't you wanna go out with me?” there's a light-hearted frown on your face and as much as you know that it won't elicit a reaction from Dr. Min, it's only playful. There's no real accusation nor anger behind your tone.

“Because I don’t, Y/N," Yoongi actually chuckles and he looks at you as if you're the silliest goose he's ever come across a pond. "You’re on closing duty later, bye!”

( ♡ )

“Good morning to my favorite dermatologist in this whole wide world!”

Yoongi hears you greet him cheerily and it almost makes him flinch because you materialized out of nowhere. He's about to scold you for doing that because who knows if you get mistaken and accidentally give a faint-hearted client with the shock of their lifetime, he really was about to — but he sees his cinnamon bun on your hand (courtesy of Jimin telling you his favorite dessert for the price of one cheek kiss), and all the words melt from his mouth.

“Good morning.”

Dr. Min almost snatches what you're holding and you almost huff, trailing beside him as his fingers quickly undo the familiar teal box packaging of his favorite pastry.

“You forgot 'Y/N, my favorite nurse in this whole wide world'.”

“No, I’m pretty sure I didn’t forget anything," he adds for good measure but something doesn't quite fit because as much as his hand is holding a box that houses his favorite type of sweet, his other hand doesn't feel warm. There's no cylindrical cup on his hand that makes his palm just the right amount of toasty and he realizes it the hard way because he raises his hand, ready to take a sip of a whole lot of nothing.

"Where's my-"

“Here’s your coffee.”

"Thanks," Yoongi feels the familiar warmth in his hand in a second and he sighs in relief inwardly, but there's just something off. Feels that there's something actively off because it's definitely more warm than what he'd feel in his regular cup. "Huh? Why is it in a mug?"

He wonders out loud and the sight of the ceramic mug is enough culture shock from the usual lidded paper cup he sees almost every morning, looking at you as if you've told him the worst insult known to man.

You didn't exactly think that Dr. Min would react as differently as this because Jimin said that coffee is still coffee to him, but in the process, you've directly forgotten that your friend told you right after Yoongi's coffee preferences — is that he tends to be a creature of habit.

“From the shop. I-I also bought the mug from the coffee shop so I can present it as this.”

You thought Dr. Min would be pleasantly surprised as he holds the too-expensive ceramic excuse for a coffee mug, but you don't know what to anticipate as he casts his eyes down.

GO OUT WITH ME? :), written in cocoa powder amongst the white froth, a product of going to the coffee shop extra early and having to fend off the red-haired barista with the bunny smile because he thought you were asking him out.

"Mhmm," Yoongi spends a second longer looking at the foam art before he takes a big gulp and effectively washes away what you significantly paid higher for than his usual coffee, trapping your wince at the back of your throat. You're looking at his Adam's apple and he looks just one gulp away from finishing it all, and he does right in front of you. "Can't. I'm taking my mom to go shopping."

You awe unconsciously as it's a known fact within the clinic that Yoongi adores his mom a lot and you see her quite often, having extra snacks being delivered personally to the employees each time because she's a nice and sincere woman.

“I can carry the bags?" you're only half-joking, a cheesy grin on your face, but Dr. Min only shakes his head at you and disappears into his office.

That's your second chance gone as quick as the latte disappeared into Yoongi's throat, but atleast you know that he doesn't hate the beverage and he can reuse the mug.

There's still some merit in your attempt somewhere.

There's never an empty instance in the clinic. It's always full. It's a little more high-end than most clinics and you could see it in the design and layout of the clinic itself, but it doesn't mean it's fully-exclusive. You see celebrities and socialites every other day and with the hands-on nature of your work, you're not as starstruck and bothered as you used to be.

There would always be more than a handful of VIP clients but that doesn't mean they're the only clientele. Serendipity Aesthetics isn't that snooty, and it's something you can manage with.

Your work's just as tiring as the doctors' and not a lot of people credit you for it, but it's something you shove to the back of your mind at the end of the day. You only scrunch your nose under your mask when you see the 73rd trustfund baby come into the clinic for the day, unfocus your eyes so you couldn't roll them when they manage to bring in their wealth that wasn't questioned into the conversation, and move on to your next patient.

You've just finished giving a diamond peel to a breadwinner mother (whom you've had a nice chat and laugh with throughout the process) when your eyes immediately lock in to the figure that knows no queues nor other clients as she walks past, walking straight to Dr. Min's procedure room.

And of course, you don't know whether fate is on your side or not, but you're the only assistant available to assist so naturally, Hoseok, the secretary, looks at you with a knowing nod.

You don't know what to expect when you come inside the procedure room, making yourself as small as possible when you knock twice briefly and enter, standing in the corner with your eyes trained on your clipboard.

Yoongi nods at you once in acknowledgement as his attending assistant, and you can barely acknowledge him back because the Jihye, who was Mrs. Min at one point, is in your direct line of sight.

She's sitting down but you can still see her graceful posture then with her shoulders pulled back and her hair framing her face perfectly. The casual sweater ensemble she wears is probably more expensive than your whole closet could be, but the gray of it doesn't dull her out at all. There's creases on the material since she's sitting down and is therefore not taut, but the wrinkles look poised on her figure nonetheless.

Her manicured hands sit prim and proper on Dr. Min's desk and you can't help but think how they used to look with a wedding band on her ring finger, your thought process making you look at his hands that are clasped right in front of him.

She smells expensive and important, just like how Dr. Min does. Not only do they have a figurative scent of gravitas surrounding them, but they also carry it literally. When they shared a home, have they started smelling like each other at one point? Does the intoxicating smell of daisies on Jihye become Yoongi's scent on his white coat at one point?

"What do you want, Jihye?"

You find yourself holding your breath in anticipation of hearing her voice in-person, and it's everything you've ever expected.

"Undereye fillers, please. I have campaigns and Fashion Week back to back so I need a touch-up."

Expensive, important, elegant, sweet.

Yoongi sighs under his breath, standing up from his seat to examine closer. You almost move to stand beside him to assist but you forget that of course, Dr. Min has his own penlight. You're paralyzed at your corner but you can't help but watch.

You watch him press Jihye's undereyes lightly with the pad of his thumb and then with his ring finger, assessing intensively but holding her lightly as if she's made of glass.

"They're not that sunken-in like usual. You still want a touch-up?"

Jihye laughs sweetly, putting a hand on her chest as she tilts her head up at Yoongi.

"Ah. You're still so sweet to me."

Yoongi doesn't indulge her with a laugh but instead just rolls his eyes, going back to his seat as he types into his chart. "Would that be all?"

"That's it for now," Jihye grins, clutching her purse to her chest as she rocks back and forth on her heels even if she's sat down. "Always down for a facial from you though."

"Jihye."

Yoongi clicks his tongue and gives his ex-wife a warning gaze, and just for the slightest fraction, you feel him turning his gaze to you. His gaze that's not for the purpose of feeling sorry you had to hear that, but rather for the purpose of telling his ex-wife that the two of them aren't alone.

"Yoongi."

She drawls sweetly and you could only look away because this banter of theirs doesn't concern you at all.

Dr. Min ignores her and looks at you, a firm line on his lips.

"Get me the materials, Y/N."

"Extra ice too! I wanna munch on some," Jihye adds as you're on your way out and you make the note of getting more ice from the freezer because she asked so, filling up a champagne glass neatly.

You wheel in your cart and you could only reply with a stiff nod when she thanks you eagerly, already plopping an ice cube to her mouth.

You wait as you see Yoongi become gentle, all from the way he injects the filler to massaging the skin underneath Jihye's eyes.

They're divorced and yet they look casual as they've always done this. They probably did and still continue to. They look like they still belong to each other.

You can't deny that Jihye's pretty and although you're not privy to details if she has work done or not, it doesn't change the fact that she's pretty. She must and is the prettiest girl in the world for Yoongi because obviously, he married her. Loved her. Maybe even currently love her even.

You feel silly. A little more silly than usual like what Yoongi points you out to be because after all, you're an assistant at work who's holding the tissues and the icepack, feeling as if you have the right to intrude or even be jealous of the fact that your boss, the one you have a pathetically huge crush on, is laughing with his ex-wife over an inside joke like what all couples have.

Like what all couples, divorced or not, have.

( ♡ )

Yoongi thinks he's actually managed to escape you.

He's in his procedure room simply because the airconditioner blows colder and not because he has a patient to meet at the moment. It's his favorite kind of quiet; no one's daring to knock on his door, no shoes squeaking, no you who keeps asking him questions at every waking moment you could find.

Come to think of it, not only did he barely see you today, but he also barely saw everyone in the clinic. It's unusual to say the least because for the hundred times that he passes by Hoseok, he now realizes that he barely occupies his position at the front desk. He's heard nothing from Jimin either whose office is just right next to his, unaccustomed to not having someone knock on his door until he budges and lets him in because the guy just wanted to hang out even in silence.

Actually, he doesn't know anyone's whereabouts at the moment. The clinic's full even at lunchbreak but it oddly feels quiet, making him put his phone down and debate to whether or not he should check up on everyone.

“Give me a facial, please.”

Yoongi practically jumps out of his seat when he hears someone pipe up from right behind him, goosebumps forming at the back of his neck as he automatically flinches.

He knows it's you but he didn't know it would be you who's sneaked up on him out of nowhere. Sometime in his whole thought process, you've already opened the door to his room without him noticing and he's badly reaping the consequence of not being perceptible enough.

"Holy fuck," he clutches at his chest from the shock upon seeing you that's slowly simmering down, throwing his head back, only to see you smiling at him gently as if you didn't age him atleast two years faster. "A facial?"

Yoongi grimaces at your crude plead, snickering to himself, but when he registers the weirded-out look on your face, he immediately remembers his profession and what you're actually asking from him.

“Yup! A facial.”

You seem to have no qualms about repeating your request and that's because you don't have any, feeling fully confident in yourself because you're certain that he can't deny such a trivial request at the time.

“Do you have a schedule with me? Have you paid to the front desk already?” Dr. Min asks you in succession and tilts his head at you, making his newly-dyed blonde hair bounce from side to side intentionally.

It's cute, really, but you didn't come here unprepared. After all, you believe that it's Dr. Min this time who owes you something.

“But it’s my birthday — you didn’t know?“

That throws him off the loop for a second and he doesn't even actually believe that it's your birthday at first, especially coming from you whom he believes is a big fan of bogus skincare myths and probably eats them for dinner.

He's about to ask you for some ID but the dots connect in his mind before he polices his employee over their own birthday; why everyone's been missing, why Jimin couldn't stay still the whole morning, why he's been seeing random balloons being held by patients in the waiting area, and why there's some bit of frosting left on the side of your jaw.

“Why would I know when your birthday is?”

“You hired me.”

You blink owlishly at what’s supposed to be an obvious answer but Yoongi reads it as being a smart-ass.

“I hired you for your credentials, not your birthday,” he rolls his eyes and you already know he’s fully recovered from the unintentional spook you’ve given him. "Actually, scratch that — Jimin told me to hire you."

You'd like to think that you'd get hired nonetheless if not for Jimin, but the thought lingers heavily on you. It leaves a bad taste on your tongue and you’re unaware that it shows on your face because for a second, Yoongi feels as if he should apologize because he may have took it too far. In full honesty, the whole concept of it only struck you now and you don’t know what to think of it, especially in a day you swore you’d only be self-indulgent.

You miss a single beat and the needier part of Yoongi’s guilt feels compelled.

“I’m-…”

“Nevermind. It’s okay! But it’s my birthday, and you told me that you give your employees a free facial as a birthday gift!”

Yoongi feels saved with your smooth transitioning but his eyes narrow once he recognizes the gist of what you’re saying, deeming it to be a little too demanding because all he wanted to do this afternoon was to lay back in between appointments.

"I can just give you a gift card,” he offers and he thinks you’re gonna accept the upgrade which is why he’s about to stand up and retrieve it from his office right this instant, being stopped abruptly when you block his way out of his chair.

“No. I want a facial.”

He hasn’t even started telling you that he has some designer gift cards in his drawer as well but you already shake your head no to what he was about to say, unrelenting when he tries to walk past you that only prompts you to hold your arms out horizontally.

“Fine. It’ll just be a quick one after the last patient and-...”

“Actually, your patient for this hour just cancelled because she has to appear in court for evading taxes or something.”

He blinks once, clearly unnerved. “Oh. Naeun? Again?”

Dr. Min hums to himself about taxes and turns his back on you silently, making you stammer in place because you don’t know if you’d accept rejection at your birthday this early into your attempt. You want to ask one more time if he’s still giving you a facial or not because you’re just standing there as still as an idle video game character, waiting for a prompt that would directly address you.

“What are you doing?” he asks you and you look straight to the mirror that’s in front of him, wide-eyed at being guilty for simply just standing in his presence. “Lie down already. I thought you wanted your birthday present?”

You realize belatedly that Dr. Min’s standing by his employee benefit because while he had his back turned on you because it turns out he was just preparing the tools and equipment he needed for your facial, not because he was annoyed at you and wanted you to take a hint by making you look at his back.

You've never been in this position, actually — the one where you're lying on the patient's bed and Dr. Min's looking down on you, the mix of a scowl and a small smile on his face just to appease you.

He's gentle. Much more gentle that you thought now that you're on the receiving end of his hands. Puts the least amount of pressure in holding up your head to put on a headband before setting you back down, his hands close enough to your face that you could smell the familiar scent of the clinic's hand soap.

You surprisingly melt when Dr. Min dots the cold cleanser to your face and rubs gently in small circles, expecting to flinch because of the overwhelmingly new experience, but there's just something in the way he caresses your face that puts you into ease.

“Jimin and the others prepared me a cake in the breakroom awhile ago.”

Your eyes are closed and you're relaxed and you don't entirely know if it's still a good look on you because Dr. Min's still rubbing in the cleanser, not entirely lying when he says that he's considering on rubbing in the lather to your mouth because he expected you not to talk this much considering he's already in the midst of giving you a facial.

“I pay all of you and you didn’t offer me any,” he mumbles in faux dejection, but the thought of having cake with the chocolate icing he's swiped from your jaw does sound appetizing.

“You were out on lunchbreak.”

You were out on lunchbreak with your ex-wife.

You withhold the last bit that you came to know because of Jimin, since he was on the way to Yoongi's office to invite him for your impromptu birthday lunch but couldn't even finish his invitation because Yoongi already uttered urgent lunch and Jihyo in the same sentence.

“Do you know what my wish was?” you speak meekly but Dr. Min doesn't notice the dimming hope behind it, one that's about to wear off sooner or later.

“Humor me,” he murmurs and that's when you hear the familiar beep of the steamer in your side, knowing that it would grant him 20 minutes of separation from you which he probably craves.

You've memorized it by now — steaming your face doesn't actually open your pores, and neither does washing your face with cold water close them. Steaming just loosens the pores which therefore allows products to seep in deeper and further.

Apart from that, there's one thing you've also come to memorize.

“That you’ll go on a date with me.”

Dr. Min chuckles and atleast you know that it'll soften the blow you expect by now.

“Nope. I’m watching a movie in the cinema with my friends tonight.”

You open your eyes and he closes them right back because it'll hurt to open with the hot steam, unconsciously doing it with a tut on his lips.

“It’s my birthday," you weakly offer with a pout on your mouth and you're oblivious to the half-smile Dr. Min has on his face because of course, your eyes are closed and have been threatened once again to be fired if you don't keep them closed.

“It’s my movie time.”

( ♡ )

Nothing’s going right.

You watched a movie last night with Jimin and it ended up having a cameo of Jihye, making the remaining thirty minutes in the cinema become a darkroom for all of your doubts and insecurities, while Jimin chews your remaining popcorn as silently as he could (because it would be a waste) while rubbing circles on your forearm.

You drank with him all night but he's counting his shots because he obviously has some clients to attend to the next day. It's not exactly a good look of being hung-over with his eye twitching as he completes a rhinoplasty at 1 in the afternoon.

Your car wouldn't be fixed for another week and when you hitched a ride with Jimin and passed by the shop, it's because your car's in the corner and everyone's working on a flashy blue Maserati, in which he made the off-hand comment that it looks like Jihye's but he isn't entirely sure.

Everything from last night until today makes you feel like you don't have control over anything at all. It's deflating and pitying and it adds to the ever-growing con list of what it's like to have a crush on your divorced boss.

So while Dr. Min's standing in his gown since he's assisting Jimin, and in turn you're assisting them and the two of you are alone because Jimin's still washing his hands outside, you ask.

“Go out with me?”

“Can’t.”

“Okay.”

Yoongi's eyes widen at your straightforward reply, cutting to the chase. There's no pleas, no rebuttals and most of all, there's no underlying curiosity. No sneak-handed question that inquires what exactly were his plans.

It's just a plain okay that he can't wrap his head around, making him look at you whose gaze is set on the patient's gown.

“It’s Jihye’s grandmother’s birthday today. She’s old-old — you get the point. Still thinks we’re together and we don’t wanna break her heart.”

He feels compelled to explain even if you haven't asked him remotely, preparing himself for any added questions you might have.

“M’kay. Have fun tonight.”

The question marks visibly float on top of his head and he doesn't know what he's missing, the opening of the door to the surgery suite signifying Jimin's entrance furthermore making his head cloudy.

“Yup. Gonna have a blast with my ex’s family," he says it either as a snide remark or a half-attempt in getting a reaction from you; either way, it dissipates into the air and he gets nothing.

You accept that nothing's going your way and it rarely does otherwise.

Yoongi keeps looking at you like he's never met you before.

( ♡ )

Yoongi enters the clinic, throws his bag into the air, and his eyes practically pop out of his head when he sees that it's Hoseok who's holding it.

Where are you?

It's emptying, almost. He's not hearing a skincare myth first thing in the morning and he doesn't have a warm cup of coffee on his hand, be it in a regular cup or a mug.

In fact, he's walking alone to his office and he feels the need to keep darting his head around because you must be hiding in one of the many vantage points you could spring out of.

There's a shadow set on the large couch, and he feigns his surprise that it's you who's gonna jump beside him any moment now, but it turns out to be the fake plant in the corner.

It's the big green fake plant they bought for accessories in the event that a patient of theirs would be allergic to a real one, and Yoongi's never felt this much annoyance towards an overpriced leafy hunk of plastic.

Jimin hasn't arrived yet but he assumes that it's because you're with him. You've got to be.

Jimin arrives sooner than anticipated as if to calm the curiosity in Yoongi's mind but immediately furrows his brows at him because he actually looks disappointed that he's here.

Yoongi peers at the empty spot beside his friend, even trying to peer his head further for the familiar package deal named you that he carried in mornings.

"Is Y/N with you?"

"No...?" Jimin tilts his head, genuinely confused that he's asking him about you, but is even more confused to learn that you're not here. "Is she with you?"

"No," Yoongi shakes his head no somberly, awkwardly standing as he tries to look behind him to see if you've already creeped your way there. "Weird."

He exits himself from the situation even before Jimin can question him and they both think it's the logical thing to do, especially since it's concerning you and they've been dancing around the topic of you for some time now — from the perspective of the one being crushed on and a potential love interest, the other being your best friend.

You come in some time later, still early before opening but Yoongi's not used to it at all. This is perhaps the first time he's seen you arrive later than he does, but he's conflicted if he ever wants that to happen again.

He's looking at his schedule for the day yet he can't help but peek at his window, anticipating a you who's trying to steal a glance but there's no attempts made, just walking straight past his office and into Jimin's next door.

Weird.

His whole day started off weird and his first interaction is basically omitted from his book because it doesn't start with his usual habit of fact-checking your myth, leaving a bitter taste on his mouth.

He has his own stash of his favorite snacks in his office but he plans to drop by the breakroom nonetheless after flying through all of his appointments before noon, instead accidentally (but thankfully) walking out to the whiff of your perfume because you just walked in front of him, entertaining a client that must be a walk-in.

"Taehyung?"

You walk to the familiar face you probably last saw just a few weeks ago, seeing his face register you belatedly in warmth and relief.

"Y/N, there you are! I was about to start knocking on every door to look for you," he sighs and you know he sincerely means it, thankful you've showed up just in time because he probably would've caused a ruckus by doing that.

"What do you need? I fell asleep early last night so I didn't get to answer your call."

Yoongi thinks that if he stands still enough, he could be mistaken for a fake plant with a white coat. He tries his best to fix his eyes and not be caught eavesdropping and looking, but that doesn't necessarily mean he's the best at it.

This guy calls you? At night too?

"Just my lobes. I need you to stitch them up back to normal. Tried the rubbing oil method for like a month but it barely did anything."

"Ah," you hum in recognition, gently taking Taehyung's earlobe into your fingers that makes him tilt his head to you in obedience so you could examine it closely. "You only had small gauges. 10G, right? 2.5mm is something I can work on alone."

Yoongi manages to conclude that you're somehow familiar and acquainted with this Taehyung guy, easily taking him under your wing and into an empty procedure room as if the two of you do this everyday.

It's a minor procedure. Local anesthesia and some stitches and Taehyung could walk out in less than an hour. Normally, if the gauges are bigger and therefore the earlobe's more stretched out, Jimin's called in to operate but 10G is something you can do without supervision, meaning that you and said guy would be alone together in the procedure room.

“Need help?”

As a doctor, Yoongi's just offering his supervision and guidance — that's all.

Taehyung's already well-acquainted in his position and so are you, the past fifteen minutes he's spent talking and hyping himself up to stroll in as casually as he could already meant giving you much leeway in between.

“No need doc," surprisingly, it's Taehyung who answers, a warm smile on his face which makes his shoulders vibrate in the slightest to which you tut at him. "Y/N’s used to this already.”

Yoongi's surprised but he doesn't let it show, clicking in his mind that the guy seems like a familiar face he's seen before but he can't place it exactly.

“Oh. Are you a regular in my clinic?”

“Hmm? Oh, no! I’m a first-timer here. I just meant that Y/N’s-“ he gets cut off and it's because you bump your knee into his to stop talking and moving, your voice finishing up his small explanation. "Used to stitching him up."

Tae's kind of scared to talk even more because after all, you're the one who's holding the needle to his ear, not wanting to unintentionally test you further so he just whispers to Yoongi instead.

“Exactly what she said.”

Yoongi feels like he's barging into a couple's business whom he's not a part of. He's seeing you in action as you reconstruct Taehyung's earlobes and that's where the familiarity hits him, quietly awing to himself.

Isn't this Taehyung guy famous?

You didn't take his offer up for help but he still shadows you, maneuvering himself behind you instead of standing by the door alone, not even pretending to give you pointers to fill up the uncomfortable silence (for him) because you both know you're doing a great job.

“Hey, remember when I thought that guy was flirting with you in the bakery?”

Taehyung suddenly pipes up and you have to hold still with the needle in your hand, shoulders shaking in a slight laugh.

“Of course. You ended up punching my brother.”

The two of you fondly laugh and it feels extra humorous because the two of you are trying not to move your bodies to the best of your abilities, seeing his cheeks turn red from trying to stifle his laughs as much as he could.

“He didn’t know whether he’d feel mad or proud of me that time.”

Yoongi turns up the light brighter that focuses on his earlobes that makes Taehyung squint. Normally, that's his non-verbal way of saying that the two of you should not be a having a moment right now, especially with him in the room.

He quips his lips to the side but stays quiet, his once-stable breaths dragging out extra slow.

“You free tonight? Minhyung’s staying with me for a week," he complies when you ask him to turn his head slightly, getting a response to his offer just as quick.

“Yeah, sure! Missed him anyway. He’s how old now?”

“Seven. He pokes fun at me now.”

The reminder of meeting Minhyung when he was barely a toddler versus the comparison of bullying his older brother now makes you laugh, remembering all the fond interactions you've had and continue to have with him. Just last month, Tae called you in the middle of the afternoon because Minhyung was suddenly looking for you.

You wrap up quickly and you wouldn't realize if not for Dr. Min who's been standing behind you almost the entire time, a barely-audible bite to his words. "He's finished."

Dr. Min beats you into relaying the aftercare instructions and follow-up check-up, the lax nature of how he usually explains being a stark contrast to how he sounds quick right now.

Taehyung's oblivious to the difference you could notice but he listens nonetheless, bidding you with a sweet warm smile as he exits the room.

“Thanks Y/N, see you later!”

Dr. Min shuts the door behind him and proceeds to clean up the station you've worked on, getting you into work because you don't quite understand why he even came in here in the first place.

“You didn’t tell me you had Kim Taehyung the model for a boyfriend.”

He passive-aggressively murmurs but you catch it, thinking nothing of the unusual nature your superior is exhibiting.

“You know him? He’s that famous now, huh?”

Yoongi, however, freezes. It's far from your easy chuckle and way further from the territory of peace because his face morphs into confusion. “What? I was kidding with you. He is your boyfriend?”

"What?" your eyes glaze at the odd joke you wouldn't have bothered correcting in the first place because you didn't think he'd ask, much less assume, in the first place anyway. “Oh no, he’s my ex-boyfriend.”

Yoongi genuinely doesn't know what to feel about that.

Is he frustrated over the fact that Taehyung isn't your boyfriend at the moment, or is it over the fact that you're exes and therefore share history together in a way he can't decipher?

He doesn't meet your gaze, the pettiness running through his bones before he could register it as such.

“I don’t believe that. Pretty sure no one would go to their ex’s place especially at night.”

The words he's just uttered basically tells you that he's eavesdropped well and even added his own analysis to it, feeling offended because as what you can recall, you didn't even ask him for his own take.

“I’m hanging out with him and his little brother.”

“Still. No one does that.”

You play off the offense you feel into nonchalance, gritting your teeth as you disinfect the area for the next patient.

“You can be friends with an ex, it’s possible, Dr. Min,” you wipe extra hard at the bed, not even knowing why you feel defensive for a situation that doesn't even involve him. “We didn’t break up in bad terms anyways so it was more than plausible that we would be friends.”

He looks up inhumanely fast, eyes trained on you as if you've grown two heads within a second.

“That’s impossible.”

You humorlessly chuckle and that's the end of it, choosing to tune him out while you clean up as quick as you could because you don't even know if you could stay in a space with him any longer.

Yoongi finds it odd that you're not searching for his gaze, stopping right in front of you when you retrieve the remaining sanitary equipment.

“Have you even checked the schedule? You agreed to him so quick. Who knows, we’d probably do overtime.”

“Then I’m reminding you that I’ve never been absent ever since I started working here, and if we need to do overtime, I’m using my leave.

Dr. Min hardens his glare at you. “That’s against the law, I’m pretty sure.”

“I can ask Tae later, his mom’s a lawyer.”

You add harmlessly as it's the truth and it does make you curious if it's just his unknown pettiness or the law that's talking, seeing his eyes roll at your quip.

“Heh," he narrows his eyes and turns his back on you, quick hands moving into a blur while he goes on his way out. “The gauze’s contaminated now. Get a new one.”

Yoongi can't explain it but he feels like something's changed in his routine and in some way, it has something to do with you.

His entrance every morning feels weird and his arm wants to give out every time he throws his bag into the air because it's not your familiar face that squeezes in so close beside him even if there's plenty of space for you to walk on.

He finds himself looking through windows and wandering through hallways just to look for a trace of you, even if it's the little chocolate nibs you snack throughout the whole day or if it's your extra handkerchief that Jimin uses because he forgets his all the time.

You’re supposed to ask him anytime now, aren't you?

You've used four of your chances in four different occasions with no exact pattern to it, but Yoongi knows. He knows and feels that it's been too long ever since the last time you asked him out (that was two weeks ago) in the procedure room and he doesn't know when the next would be.

He's sure it's a tactic of yours. It must be. You must've been doing it in a certain method that trains him to miss you and look for you unconsciously, even if he's at home and not in the clinic.

Yoongi finds himself lingering around you and he doesn't know if he could just continue hovering and hovering in this way; in a way that's unlike yours because you're unafraid to stand so close to him, talk to him whenever you please, and trail around him like a lost puppy.

He thinks he's had enough when he sees you enter the clinic, just thirty minutes away from opening and goes straight to Jimin's office, walking out later in your scrubs that makes him audibly gasp in surprise.

You enter the breakroom and he finds himself tailing after you unceremoniously, not being able to wait atleast five minutes to enter.

You're just now eating your breakfast because you've had a late start to your morning, also waiting a little later for you to retrieve your car from the shop that took longer than what you initially expected.

You're mid-bite into your cereal when you see a shadow cast onto the table, looking up to see Dr. Min who avoids your gaze as soon as you catch him.

“Yes.”

You chew slowly and cover your mouth when he turns to you, arms across his chest while you try to swallow. “I’m not following...?”

He sighs heavily, not knowing he had to spell it out for you.

Yoongi sits beside you and scoots his chair closer to yours, leaning his face onto his hand that makes you confused even more on how he's willingly sitting this close beside you.

“Yes, I’m going on a date with you.”

You swallow your cereal without a fuss as it registers in your head collectively, a curious and inquisitive quirk to your lips that throws him off.

“I didn’t ask, though.”

“No, this is the part where you use your fifth chance to ask me out and I accept.”

It's quite entertaining to see Dr. Min act and talk so impulsively, not used to seeing him this frustratedly determined. “But I haven’t asked.”

Yoongi closes his eyes once, his shoulders relaxing.

“Then I’m saying yes for the four previous times you asked me.”

You snort to your cereal and you're thankful that it happens before you scoop another spoonful to your mouth, shaking your head somberly.

“That doesn’t count.”

Yoongi pouts childishly, his brows furrowing at the concept of you denying him this time and not getting what he wants.

“Yes it does.”

“I can’t take you out, Dr. Min. I’m actually a little short on some date money because I’ve been buying you expensive coffee every single morning.”

"Just Yoongi," he corrects but doesn't choose to comment on the fact that you haven't been buying him coffee for two weeks now and he's unknowingly formed a dependency on the coffee and you. “Then I’ll pay for the date.”

“Then that means you’re taking me out on a date.”

“I know, which is why I’m saying yes, I’m accepting-“

You stop the flow of words that makes Dr. Min frown even deeper, looking severely dejected but the guilt doesn't hit you as much. “You can’t. That wasn’t our deal.”

“Then ask me to go out with you.”

It's a suggestion he brings up softly, uncertainty lacing his features because actually, it doesn't sound like a suggestion at all — sounds more of a plead than anything.

“Hmmm,” you pretend to think even if you already had a concrete plan for the day. “I’m busy. Dr. Park needs me.”

Dr. Min clears his throat, sitting up straighter and looks at you.

“Please ask me to go on a date with you.”

“Dr. Park needs me.”

Yoongi exhales through his nose and stands up, straightening his shirt and rearranging the bucket hat on his head before he relents, leaving you alone.

You think that's just about the end of it, but you're wrong because you see Dr. Min pop into the breakroom the moment lunchbreak starts, picking up Jimin who's sitting beside you and ushering him out of the door.

"The fuck? Yoongi! Stop — stop pushing me! You seriously can't just throw me out of the-"

Your eyes are still fixed on the door that Dr. Min just pushed Jimin out of and locked him out entirely, barely glancing to the paper bag that he put in front of you.

He occupies the chair beside you and clears his throat once again, clasping his hands tightly.

“Five takes.”

"Huh? Dr. Min, did you seriously just-..."

Yoongi pokes your cheek to get you to look at him, effectively taking your gaze out of the door.

“Give me five chances to ask you out.”

You thought he wouldn't push it to this because you swore you know him — know him well-enough that he doesn't like you and wouldn't care enough to pursue you once you've stopped.

“Why?”

He blinks owlishly because you're still asking him why when he thought he couldn't make his intentions any more clear, the two weeks without the usual you making him realize it further.

“I could say that I’m asking you this so you could give me a taste of my own medicine,” his attempt at what's supposed to be a joke makes you scoff, later chuckling when he waves his hands around desperately to clarify. “But as much as my pride would like that,” he murmurs. “I uh, I do want to go out with you.”

Hearing it from him is surreal, to say the least. It's something you've never thought to hear and it's admittedly something you've given up on trying to hear not too long ago.

“No.”

“No?”

“I’m going grocery shopping later,” you tell him and it makes his eyebrows knit in confusion, lips opening apart as he understands.

Yoongi grabs the prescription pad that fits snugly to his white coat, handing it to you as he explains it could be something for you to write your grocery list on.

“Thank you Dr. Min,” you chuckle at the wholesome gesture, a lot of pages left when you could've settled for a single leaflet.

“Great! I’ll be seeing you-“ he stands up and claps his hands, effectively being stopped when you reach out for him.

Then he understands.

“No.”

“I have a rewards card that’s been accumulating points for years now! You can use it," he offers gingerly, a grin on his face.

“Thoughtful, but no.”

“I can drive the cart really smoothly and I can promise you that I won’t even bump to your foot once," he nods for a convicting effect, thinking if he'd pass this time.

“Talented, but no.”

“I can lift all the grocery bags in one trip.”

“Nice try, but no.”

“No?” Yoongi parrots you with a tilt on his head, a slight pout on his face that makes him look warmer.

“No."

Yoongi accepts it and nod his head, pulling himself out of his chair before he convictedly talks again.

“M’kay. That was take one,” he says it out loud to console himself, earning a surprised gaze from you. “Four more chances left, right?”

Yoongi wordlessly stands and grabs a plate from the cupboard, taking out the lunch he's bought for you from the paper bag and sets your favorite food (courtesy of Jimin for a price of one hug) there instead, setting and plating it in front of you.

He taps two fingers on your cheeks, a cozy smile on his face as he tries to earn himself a loving smile from you before he exits the breakroom.

“Four more chances.”

[jiminrings]

nine to five

pairing: jimin x reader

wordcount: 9k

glimpse: dr. park jimin's unbreakable when it comes to skill, dedication, and work ethic; meanwhile, you jump between part-time jobs for the fun of it. he's just trying his best to look out for you — too bad he sucks at it. (spin-off to take five!)

alternatively, you're friends with benefits with jimin and you always kiss him on the cheek before he leaves — but one day you stop.

[ mutual pining, 30% angst (there is Redemption I Swear), smut, fluff n wholesomeness, jimin's rude + out of touch towards ppl outside of his tax bracket for a hot minute, minor injuries (dog bites n scratches, bruises, blood, etc.) sustained from part-time jobs ]

notes: inspired by workman on youtube!! you don't necessarily have to watch it in order to read this <3 a lot of people told me they started watching hospital playlist after reading take five, so i'm doing the same with this to try and convert u into my emotional clutch shows agenda :D also a reminder that i am in no way making fun of any of the jobs mentioned below!!

as always, lmk what you think <3 send in feedback n love to my askbox anytime!! even replying to this post sends me over the moon :)

It's not easy to throw Jimin off.

Simply to say, his tolerance is as good as boundless. He just continuously endures and although it doesn’t necessarily mean that he’s passive, he just chooses to let things slide. He, of all people, would know that constantly furrowing your brows speeds up one’s wrinkling process. It’s not like Jimin doesn’t care enough — it’s just that he’s almost always unfazed.

He remains calm and doesn’t yell any louder than necessary when he’s dragged into haunted houses and escape rooms. If he was being blunt, he’d say that anyone who willingly puts themselves through it and scream bloody murder, must have never learned about the concept of cause and effect. You pay to get scared and in turn would go through the experience, and you still have the nerve to be surprised about it?

Tiny internal rant aside, Jimin is still calm.

He's patient with pranks and laughs it off, no matter how impractical they could be. It’s as impractical as his parents spending two hours in the crack of dawn to fill up his room with balloons on his 15th birthday, and it is a little lame, but Jimin isn’t heartless — of course he wakes up laughing! The little stretches of his genuine laughter outweighs his knowledge that he had been hearing latex squeaking since two hours ago.

All throughout their medical careers, if Dr. Min is known to be patient, then Dr. Park is known to be a saint. He was the junior that every senior wanted to tuck under their wing, and the senior that every junior wanted to bag with them. There was a time in their fellowship when Yoongi kept replacing Jimin's stethoscope with a toy version of it right when he was about to do rounds, for a whole week, and the most reaction he got was a flick to the forehead at the end (read: surrender) of his prank.

Jimin’s just so unbothered to the point that it’s unnerving.

He’s not exactly clueless with the way that the people in his life still strive to throw him curveballs; in fact, it’s amusing.

Was it annoying that Yoongi moved every piece of furniture in the clinic two inches to the right to try and grit at his co-owner’s gears? Yeah. Was it fulfilling to pretend that he didn’t keep bumping his hip into table corners and mess up his depth perception, just for the sake of frustrating Yoongi? Completely.

Sure, it did tick his nerves a little when Hoseok kept paging him into the lobby, only for the receptionist to tell him that he didn’t call his name. It must have went for only ten times, and the only reason Jimin went for the previous nine was because he wanted to save face! What would the dozens of clients in the lobby think when their doctor doesn’t come when asked for?

Yoongi is far from giving up.

Hoseok is long done.

The latter is what completely confuses Jimin.

Jimin had never been caught off-guard this badly and when it happened, he tried to reel himself in the moment he came back to his car.

It's when he's getting dressed to leave after the best, most fulfilling, and only sex he's had in a long while, making conversation with you while he makes himself coffee to drink while driving back home.

Jimin thought that since you’re Hoseok’s friend, he must’ve put you to the task. It’s not that far off to think that for the three months you’ve been fucking, all of it was his friend’s plan to throw him out of his rhythm.

What’s more confusing, is that he’s beyond certain that what you did was sincerely done out of your own accord. No one dear to him could faze him to this extent.

But you? You throw Jimin off.

You do it in such a genuine yet nonchalant way that Jimin thinks he must’ve conjured the whole scenario in his head at one point.

It’s surreal to think about because you lean into him with ease, a gentle hold on his forearm as if he just didn’t blow your back out minutes ago.

All of his senses shut down and the remaining control he has left is all used into squeaking a goodbye, speed-walking out of your door and holding his breath until he reaches his car.

He’s far from calm and he’s the furthest thing from collected. There’s no reasonable explanation to anything that happened in the last two minutes, and that’s as far as his mind could go.

You kissed Jimin on the cheek.

( ♡ )

Did Jimin lose sleep over you kissing him on the cheek? Without a doubt. He’s been jumpy since this morning and it’s beginning to startle everyone in the clinic — everyone.

Awhile ago, Yoongi was being observant and good-natured as usual that naturally, he tried pointing out to Jimin that he sees a pimple forming on his cheek. He only poked it for the sake of locating it, and he was just about to offer treating it for him, when Jimin jumped two feet away from him the moment his cheek (the one you kissed) was touched.

True enough, there is a pimple forming and with abrupt agreements, Jimin told Yoongi to do his magic with it the moment he gets a break. He did wear a mask to try and avoid unnecessary attention, but of course someone just had to startle him even more.

“Ah, you look sleazy with that mask on. Kisses? Really?” Hoseok squints his eyes, unaware of the way Jimin’s eyes bulge in panic. All he cares about is sitting on the comfiest chair in the breakroom and eating his lunch, but that plan’s steadily bound to be overthrown.

He’s pointing to the pattern of kisses on his face mask, a spare stock of what all the staff wore back for valentine’s day. Hoseok knows that he’s pertaining to the design, but Jimin clearly doesn’t.

“Y-you know?” he mutters under his breath, caught breathless in a situation he’s unsure to whether or not it favors him. At his surprise, Hoseok has an inkling that they’re not on the same wavelength at the moment.

Not at all.

“What do I know?” Hoseok tilts his head, still grasping at nothing with how Jimin’s now doubting him.

“Are you faking?” Jimin counters, swallowing the lump on his throat. They’re literally going nowhere and he wants to get somewhere at least before the day ends, atleast starting off with someone who knows you better than him. “Listen, what if we both say what we think we’re talking about at the same time?”

It’s a half-baked idea but Hoseok just shrugs it off, saying the first thing that came to his mind the moment Jimin started counting down.

“Aren’t we talking about your pimple?”

“You know that Y/N kissed me?”

Hoseok groans in annoyance at the instance the words leave his friend, putting his head on his hands to try and shrug the image off his brain.

Sure, he has an inkling that the two of you looked at each other a little too suggestively for your first meeting. He introduced you to Jimin when you came into the clinic bearing his homemade birthday lunch (one that you’ve been making yearly for him the past five years), and it’s not like he regrets introducing you! Both you and Jimin are good people; he just didn’t want to know too much information.

"Gross. Shut the fuck up. I don't want to hear about your sex life with my friend."

"But she kissed me," Jimin half-whispers and half-whines, gripping into Hoseok’s arm as if it was his lifeline. The receptionist doesn’t budge him off, but his furrowed brows are telling enough that he wants the conversation to be over soon.

"Okay...? What do you want me to say to that?"

Jimin grows exasperated, tempted to throw a tantrum as he runs his hand through his hair.

"Hoseok, I meant she kissed me in like, a lover way and not a friends-with-benefits type of way!"

There’s obviously too much information being shared with yours and Jimin’s mutual friend, and mutual friend does not like it, but said mutual friend now knows too much to the point that he’s invested.

Hoseok pauses his eating, blinking slowly with no malice peeking from his tone.

"But don't you like Y/N in a lover way?"

Jimin’s not mad that Hoseok’s caught on to him this quickly, the emotion isn’t even in his vocabulary when it comes to you. It’s just that he’s torn and confused and wary — all the other three feelings that he despises going through.

"Yeah but like not completely, y’know? I still said I was unsure if I really do have those feelings for her," he admits with a shake of his head, his cheeks puffing in a sigh out of recollection about what he was really discussing. “A cheek kiss! She kissed me on the cheek before I went out of the door."

"Again, Jimin," his friend rolls his eyes, setting down his chopsticks after a large bite because he knows the younger won’t stop talking anytime soon. "What do you want me to say?"

Jimin quirks his lips to the side, looking down on his lap. What does he want Hoseok, a friend to you first and a friend to him second, to say? He doesn’t necessarily know if he wants him to hyper-analyze your actions. He can’t tell if he wants advice. He’s unsure if he wants to be reassured.

He goes with the first question that pops into his head, no matter how blunt it sounds.

"Don't you find it weird? Who kisses the guy they fuck on the cheek after sex?"

Now that he phrases it that way, Hoseok sighs deeply, shaking his head in passing. Quite frankly, even he doesn’t know what to say to that.

"Dunno. Never happened to me before," he shrugs his shoulders, waving his hand off to further prove his upcoming input. "Calm down. It's probably nothing."

"But it's something!" Jimin rebutts, eyes widening now that he realizes that the reassurance he wanted to hear does not comfort him at all.

"Well now you sound like you want it to be something,” Hoseok snorts, electively humming to provide background music to Jimin’s mini meltdown.

"Why would she kiss me on the cheek?"

"Eh. She kisses me on the cheek too,” he says as a matter of fact, thinking that the tidbit of information is gonna help calm his friend’s nerves down and stronghold him into letting him eat without interruption.

Jimin narrows his eyes, a quiet scoff leaving his lips as he crosses his arms.

"Why would she kiss you on the cheek?"

"Now you're just jealous."

Hoseok stares Jimin down and the look of emotional constipation on the latter’s face makes him hiccup, making the former chuckle while raising his hands in surrender.

"God, I don't know! Friends can kiss each other on the cheek, Y/N's affectionate like that. Don't think too much of it."

Right. Of course Hoseok’s right!

Friends kiss each other on the cheek all the time and it just so happens that your love language is physical touch and affection. It all just happens to be and you don’t actively make it happen.

That’s probably the answer that Jimin of five minutes ago would’ve wanted to hear, but the Jimin of now is unsatisfied, the plausible explanation still not tickling his brain in the way he thought it would.

Just as if on cue, Yoongi enters the room, audibly gasping at the sight.

"Ugh. Breakroom gossip without me?!" he whines, pouting at the door in irritation.

"Yoongi! Finally. I need your opinion on this one," Jimin beckons him over and Yoongi doesn’t waste a single second, immediately replacing Hoseok in the throne of his comfortable chair.

"Good. You deal with him," Hoseok mutters, but not before swiping Yoongi’s coffee on the way out.

Jimin clears his throat to repeat his previous narration, instantly getting a wince not even two sentences into his recollection.

"Do I really need to know about your sex life?"

"You don't need to but of course, you just have to be sulky when you're left out with breakroom gossip, don't you?" he rolls his eyes, his coat sleeve being tugged in franticness when he pretends to stand up.

Yoongi straightens his posture, giggling whilst shaking his head.

"Kidding, kidding. Don't leave me out ever again," his voice deepens, leaning closer with knitted eyebrows to hear the gossip he sensed that’s been brewing since this morning. "I'm listening."

( ♡ )

Yoongi is not the devil’s advocate.

However, he is an occasional asshole that really just wants to get on Jimin’s nerves every once in a while.

He cares about his friend’s feelings, he really does, but Yoongi thinks that Jimin just really isn’t looking at his problem in the right way. His girlfriend would call him out for meddling but really, all that he’s doing is merely teasing — a tiny bit of teasing won’t hurt, especially if he knows it would launch Jimin into a different yet positive spiral (but it’s still a spiral nonetheless).

“What if it was a cheek kiss out of pity?”

Now in hindsight, maybe that wasn’t Yoongi’s brightest idea up to date.

He said the words playfully and yet Jimin sits shocked as if he cussed his family tree out, mouth slightly part open at the syllables that keep ringing in his head. What’s worse is that he misinterprets the shock as amusement, going much further this time.

“Kinda like a participation certificate, y’know? A thanks for showing up badge.”

Out. Of. Pity.

“I’m just uh, I- well would you look at the time? Lunch break’s over,” Yoongi awkwardly excuses himself, looking at his bare wrist that’s not even adorned by a watch today. The look of distress is just too overwhelming on Jimin’s features that it makes him squirm, too preoccupied in giving him space that he doesn’t fully realize that it’s perhaps the first time he’s seen him in such disarray.

He breezes through his schedule for the day and honestly speaking, he wasn’t even paying half the attention he usually would to his clients. Barely engaged in small talk and if that wasn’t enough, he also managed to call a client (or two) the wrong name.

It was an indelible loop that keeps playing in his ear, the buzzing so obnoxious that he physically has to shake his head to block it out.

Did he not satisfy you enough?

Jimin, against probable and rational judgement, calls if he can come over — not to talk, but to rather prove himself instead.

You look beat as soon as you come home to your apartment, fatigued eyes widening in surprise to see that Jimin, against patience and virtue, really did take your offer of letting him in with a spare keycard.

You told him you would be coming home late awhile ago and he hummed in recognition. By late, you meant an-hour-overtime late and not the usual fifteen minutes that you’d warn him about.

Jimin’s been waiting for you in your own home for an hour straight.

It’s odd, to say the least. The whole context is weird but what’s even more weird is that you’re not surprised at all to see that true to his word, he waited for you patiently. There’s not a single thing out of place — the only space being occupied being your couch, and particularly in that specific spot he always sits on.

Jimin’s sneakers are placed next to yours on your shoe rack. His car keys are placed on your counter, in the same tray you’d also put yours in. He’s wearing the sweatpants he’d wear inside his own place.

Jimin looks like he belongs to your home and in all honesty, you don’t hate one bit of it.

“Hiii.”

You drawl in recognition as soon as you enter your front door, immediately padding towards Jimin while he smiles at the sight of you. He doesn’t even know that an hour has passed already since he let himself inside your apartment, and he isn’t even aware that not once did he look at the time in impatience.

“Tired, baby?” he asks gently, humming as he puts his hand on your lower back out of instinct, a chuckle involuntarily leaving him when you decided to sit on his lap.

It isn’t even sexual to begin with. You sit on his lap because you’re tired and he’s warm and in the little time you decided to initiate skinship with him, you melt.

Jimin feels you get comfortable in his lap and he has no qualms in bundling you in his arms, hugging you as he realizes it belatedly.

He doesn’t hate one bit of your warmth.

“Mhmm. Lifting candy makes you so tired,” you murmur to his neck, trying to fight away the sleep that’s weighing down on your eyelids. You try to fight it by realizing that you’re dirty from being outside and you need to take a shower before heading to bed, but the lingering scent of Jimin’s perfume on his neck says you don’t necessarily need to break from his grasp now.

“Candy? I thought you worked in sports,” his eyebrows knit in confusion, turning his head to look at you to confirm his knowledge, but you’re just so close that all he sees is your cheek; so close to the point that the tip of his nose nudges it.

You hum in response, unabashedly nudging your head closer to Jimin’s neck to breathe in his scent that calmed you to no end. “The court cleaner gig? Ah. That was from a week ago.”

He blinks earnestly, pausing from looking at you to look at your framed certificate on the console across the room.

“Didn’t you graduate with a double major in finance and accounting?” he knows the information to heart because it was the first thing he learned about you from Hoseok, so he doesn’t know why he looked at your certificate.

Actually, Jimin doesn’t even know why he’s so curious about it, because the last time he checked, he came here to disprove his insecurities and prove himself to you — even if you know nothing of the matter. “Never mind that. Are you sore, hmm?”

“Very,” you wince at the reminder that the entirety of your arms are aching, the sensation reminding you why you even accepted Jimin’s meek question if he could come over.

“Jimin,” you mumble and he perks up attentively, using everything in your strength to will yourself at prying your face away from his neck just so you could deliver your request sincerely. “Fuck me to a good night’s sleep, please.”

He buffers.

He buffers for one, two seconds — and it doesn’t help that you go back to nuzzling into him as if you didn’t ask of him to basically fuck you into next week.

In fact, Jimin even forgets that he’s here for that exact reason. He thought that he was here to be your furnace as you sit on his lap because you’re spent from lifting candy all day, but he’s obviously not opposed doing the other, first-most reason.

He chuckles at your choice of words now that it really sinks into him, feeling you peek one eye open with a faux mocking look.

“Can you do all the work?”

“Can I do all the work?” he lilts his voice and it’s enough to know that he’ll deliver on your request, a content smile forming on your face the moment you feel his hands roaming to undress you.

Jimin chooses not to move you because it’s clear to him that you already have a favorite spot at the moment (on his lap regardless if he’s naked or not), and just makes the reminder to carry you back to bed once you’ve finished.

“Up,” he lifts you by your thighs, taking off both your pants and your underwear in a few swift motions. He feels your sigh elongate in contentment because you return to his warmth once he sets you back down, immediately making quick work of massaging your thighs from standing up all day. “How many hours do you sleep?”

“A minimum of eight if I sleep late on the weekends.”

Jimin can’t help but to chuckle at your prompt answer, shifting his thumb closer to your heat when you hum to his ear. He finds you moving yourself closer to his hand that’s removing his sweatpants, flattered enough that he doesn’t even try to lift you a little so he could undress himself easier.

“It’s only nine in the evening.”

He finally acknowledges the time on the clock behind you but you don’t even follow his gaze, simply just groaning and making an off-hand comment that the candy industry is just not for you.

“What time do you want to wake up tomorrow?”

Jimin nudges you by your thighs again to shift, this time to put his straining cock in you. It’s merely an innocent question at first glance, even if he grunts the second you put all your eagerness into sinking down on him slowly to savor the stretch.

He’s amused with the way you chuckle with your chest even if he’s already cock-deep inside you. It isn’t in his routine to you know, normally talk and make conversation while he fucks! It throws him off his distraction so for any other occasion, Jimin just resorts to showing his presence by letting out absentminded grunts while chasing his climax.

The two of you are exclusively fucking, by the way.

It’s all just so casual and easygoing with you that even if you’re half-asleep and wholly turned on at the moment, Jimin finds no real rush.

“I wanna say one in the afternoon, maybe?”

He clicks his tongue, audibly groaning to look down where the two of you meet. Nobody takes him as well as you do and Jimin really can’t be willed to test that fact with anyone else.

“1 PM on a Saturday?” he repeats for clarification, grunting when your pussy clenches around him, your core already done with adjusting to his.

He gets a first shallow thrust up into you, the position burying him into you deeper than he normally could. You feel so good that it makes his bottom lip quiver, ripping away a shaky moan from his throat.

“Yeah, no problem. I can fuck you good enough tonight to knock you out until tomorrow noon.”

True to his word, Jimin fucks you good — more than good. He thrusts into you slowly and deeply while he holds you just as tightly, kissing your lips more than he ever did before and it's all too euphoric.

Maybe the question all along wasn't about if he satisfied you enough.

Maybe it's about if he appreciated you sufficiently.

Jimin carries you to your bed and cleans you up, going the extra mile to tuck you in with pillows on either side of you. He fills up the bottle on your bedside table with cold water so it wouldn't be room temperature by the time you wake up tomorrow. He arranges his house slippers next to yours, preparing to tell you good night when you beat him into asking.

“Driving home tonight?” you ask even if you already know the answer, no hint of malice in your tone.

“Yeah. Early morning tomorrow." He's apologetic but he just doesn’t know why. He never apologized before for leaving, because after all that's what friends with benefits do, but the reminder of the status doesn't calm him like he expected it would.

Jimin looks lost and you don't know why, and you want to know why, but your head is just too fuzzy to bring it up and you figure that no one likes an existential question after a head-splitting climax — so you reserve the question for next time.

“Come here.”

You beckon him over because you’re clearly too tired to stand up, and for a second, you don't even know why you ask him to do so.

Jimin doesn't know why he complies either, but he does it nonetheless.

You kiss him on the cheek, again.

“Drive safe.”

Jimin tenses up, an involuntary squeak leaving his lips that you mistaken it for words you can't even place just because with how blurry your mind is, taking it as his goodbye for you instead.

“If I wake up even a minute earlier than one in the afternoon tomorrow, I’m blocking your number.”

He breathlessly laughs, holding on to your side table for support. You've already closed your eyes even before he can leave your room, the belated realization that you kissed him on the cheek after sex, again, making him clutch at his hair.

You wake up the next day at 2:03 in the afternoon.

Jimin barely got any sleep throughout the night.

( ♡ )

One thing that Jimin can't do is be discreet.

He can't hide his nosiness when he's curious. He physically just can't keep it to himself no matter how small or big is the information intentionally withheld from him, considering that the ones closest to him know how inquisitive he could be.

Jimin particularly can't be discreet when he sees Hoseok at the next workday, only pretending to look at the logbook for a grand total of five (5) seconds before he caves in and rushes behind the receptionist booth to sit next to his friend.

“Where does Y/N work now?”

Hoseok sighs, having already foreseen Jimin's nosiness the moment he stepped foot into the clinic. He keeps his eyes at the monitor though, double-checking and organizing the booked appointments for today.

“She’s a window cleaner at Lotte at the moment.”

“The World Tower?" Jimin scrunches his nose, tilting his head because maybe the new angle would make him understand better. Hoseok wordlessly nods, making him shriek in surprise. "You mean the high-rise?!”

Jimin's too loud and the clinic hasn't even opened yet so there's no establishment music nor client chatter to act as buffers, the sound whole enough to make Hoseok wince.

He grunts, furrowing his brows because they both know they're on the same page but Jimin keeps skimming to the next one.

“Yes...? What windows do you want her to clean?”

“But she was making candy a week ago!” he stammers in reply, the confirmation coming from your best friend further plummeting him into disbelief.

Hoseok tuts, nodding understandingly. He surely remembers your candy job because he became your tester, remembering the taste of caramel that was too bland and watermelon candy that oddly enough, didn't taste like watermelon.

“Ah, yeah. That was last week though.”

Jimin's not hearing things. You did work as a part-time ball and mop cleaner for a basketball team last month, you did work as a candy maker last week, and now you do work as a window cleaner for a high-rise.

It throws him off-guard completely, his curiosity unable to be contained at this point.

“Why does she do this?” he blurts, face scrunched up in confusion. “Jump from one part-time job to another, I mean.”

The additional thought crosses his mind and Jimin really tries to reel himself in, the side comment slipping from his lips before he could notice. “Or if you could even call them jobs at this point.”

Hoseok clicks his tongue in distaste, rolling his eyes.

“Heard that.”

He's typing a little too loudly now and even Jimin notices it, meekly apologizing for the comment. He just waves him off, turning to the next spreadsheet at hand to keep himself occupied. “You want me to call her and ask that? The signal might be good on the 83rd floor.”

“Why’s Y/N like that?”

Jimin asks again this time but the genuine wonder is more evident this time compared to the condescension, making Hoseok indulge him begrudgingly.

“The cheek kisses or the career shifts?”

“I think you could hardly call them careers.”

“Jimin,” Hoseok scolds, his tone warning him to not cross the line any further than he's already doing.

He frowns, fiddling with his fingers but relenting later on. “I’m just being realistic, Hobi.”

“Shh. Don’t speak on it," he asserts. Hoseok finally stops what he's doing to give his undivided attention, spinning with his chair to face Jimin. "Y/N just loves doing the things that she wants, alright? Don’t ruin it for her.”

Your best friend did just say to Jimin to not ruin it for you, but maybe one last interjection won't hurt to point out. After this point, Jimin swears he'll shut his mouth.

“A cum laude. Double-major in finance and accounting. And your best friend’s cleaning windows on a high-rise!”

“And I’m proud of her,” Hoseok means sincerely but says nonchalantly, pursing his lips. “That job pays, by the way. Eight hours for three days and her wage is like, yours and Yoongi’s combined.”

Jimin, finally, shuts up.

He'd be the first to admit that knowing your new job at the moment, or even just knowing a somehow 555m high life update about you but doesn't come from you directly, makes him miss you more.

Getting the update from Hoseok may have made him take his phone out and text you, asking if you have any plans for lunch. Friends with benefits shouldn't ask the other to go to lunch together, and friends with benefits shouldn't agree when the other asks them for lunch.

Neither of you adhere to the supposed FWB etiquette.

At this point, maybe (and the two of you are well-aware now) you aren't just friends with benefits.

"Jimin! There you are. Jeez, I almost went dizzy out there."

You attach yourself to Jimin's side the moment you spot him, his face lighting up in recognition. He's been trying to locate you for the past two minutes assuming that you were wearing something from your closet that he's already familiar with, but of course, he forgot that you work here.

He locates you not a second later because of course, he wouldn't miss you who's wearing a neon orange jumpsuit and is jogging towards him.

Jimin bites his cheek and wraps his arm around your waist in greeting, the urge to do so being so natural that it feels like a second instinct.

He could've went to see you without lunch being involved but seeing that he used the latter as an excuse, Jimin brings you up to the café upstairs and orders for the both of you.

He only left you for a total of five minutes and the moment he comes back, there's a guy sitting on his seat. The guy with the red hair is probably familiar to him, judging by the way you're motioning to him slyly with a knowing smile, but Jimin is just too annoyed to play courtesies.

“Get out. Go search about enemas on your own and shit,” he mutters his remarks based on the tidbits he managed to overhear, tapping the back of his seat impatiently.

Jungkook, your friend, hurriedly gets up from the chair. He only sat in briefly because he's been sitting alone prior to your arrival and of good nature, and also because he wants to ask if your current part-time job has any more openings, he decides to make himself comfortable at the chair opposite to you.

Jimin, however, does not wait for Jungkook to leave before he talks about him to you directly. "Didn't you work with him in that café?"

“Did you mean éclairs?” Jungkook mutters, correcting the extremely different assumption of Jimin as to what he was talking about. Jimin clicks his tongue and groans audibly, making him equally as irritable to go out. “I’m going, I’m going! God, I’m completely harmless to your girlfriend, jeez!”

You freeze upon hearing, but the guy who's now in his rightful chair doesn't.

Jimin doesn't correct him.

( ♡ )

It's only a matter of time before something else entirely throws off Jimin.

He's no longer bothered about the cheek kisses, the gentle pecks on his skin unable to make him lose his sanity at this point in time. He came to accept that you just happened to love giving them to him, and although he could do something about it if he really wanted to, he chooses not to.

He came to accept that you're the only one, if not one of the few people who manage to throw him off his track without prior notice. It's not as if your life's goal was to get under his skin, but it feels like it.

No, Jimin doesn't hate the cheek kisses — he’s bothered about something else now.

Your part-time jobs.

It's been boggling his mind for months now. He didn't necessarily hate each job you've been willingly putting yourself in, but what he hates is that it's completely unnecessary. He'd understand jumping from one job to another if it's what pays the bills, but what he doesn't understand is you don't need to do these jobs at all.

In all fairness, even if you needed them to get through, you could just find part-time jobs that were normal in a sense that it didn't require you to look like a fool or risk your safety.

You simply just like making a fool of yourself and Jimin hates it.

He hates it especially like that time when you asked him out for dinner and you didn't show up, or atleast that's what he thinks of in the first ten minutes. Turns out you signed him up for a floating restaurant that's suspended 70 ft. into the air with a crane — and you showed up! You showed up, not to be his date, but to be a floating restaurant staff member.

Jimin remembers gritting his teeth when you secure his seatbelt and harness, all with an excited grin on your face and whispering "It's me, Y/N!" as if he couldn't pick you out in a sea of a thousand people.

He doesn't remember if he was gritting his teeth because he made the mistake of looking behind him and realizing that maybe he does have a fear of heights or if it was because the food he's been served looks undercooked. What he does remember is getting the fright of his life when you playfully pretend to trip over the edge, but it was all just part of a skit, and Jimin yelled out your name in panic for nothing.

Jimin hates your jobs especially like that time when you worked as a K-9 apprentice trainer. On the first day, your boss asked you to test out the prototype dog bite suit they were trying to patent, and as soon as the agitated Belgian Malinois comes charging after you, you could feel its teeth. Of course the bite neither broke your skin nor the suit, but what you and your boss didn't anticipate is the other German Shepherd who broke out of its cage to tackle you from behind.

It's a miracle that they immediately let go of you after some stern commands, but that didn't exactly mean you came out unscathed. There was one particular scratch on your calf that you think would scar, so you immediately come to the clinic where Hoseok works.

Sure, he was the receptionist for Serendipity Aesthetics but that doesn't mean he's batshit clueless when it comes to the products they carry. Hoseok's clearly intrigued to see you drop in his workplace all of a sudden, but he's even more baffled when you reveal the story and the accompanying marks to it.

Without a word, he tells you he'll take you to the inventory where they keep all their products, but turns out he takes you straight into Jimin's clinic.

He doesn't ask, doesn't even talk, as he cleans up your injuries. You didn't ask him to do that for you, but you don't want to tell him to stop either because for some reason, Jimin looks mad at you. The whole time that he aids you, his jaw is clenched and his grip on you is firm, not making eye contact with you once.

Jimin hates your affinity for taking ridiculous part-time jobs especially like that time when you part-timed as a diving guide. There was a special opportunity for clients in your program wherein an hour prior to their dive, you would hide special gold coins for them to hunt and later exchange for prizes.

You were doing just that in your full-body scuba suit, and Jimin just happened to meet you by chance because he didn't know you would be on the beach at the same time as him. What he didn't expect to happen was to see you and realize that you're wincing out of pain because a fucking jellyfish had stung the bare portion of your skin that was showing.

You were frantically asking him to pee on you because you've heard that it's effective in taking the sting out, and you haven't actually tried that for yourself, but Jimin is just so panicked that he actually considers doing it until your head instructor finally finds you.

No, the jellyfish sting on you isn't fatal.

No, the peeing-on-a-jellyfish-sting myth is pure bullshit.

Yes, Jimin actually feels like passing out from the whole ordeal.

Everything is just too ridiculous that Jimin can't handle seeing you in this state. You said explicitly to him that you were having fun but he isn't.

There's nothing fun seeing you go about your part-time jobs like they're children's cartoons who promoted nothing but risky behavior without a glimpse of dire consequences. There's nothing entertaining seeing you have fun despite knowing the risks.

It's like you weren't even concerned for your safety. All you're after is your enjoyment and the next big thing that would make your heart race.

Even now, Jimin feels like you can't take him seriously because the bruise on your elbow says so. A bruise you obtained from your part-time aquarium job because you tripped over a fucking penguin, from running away from another penguin who was trying to attack you.

“Get a grip, Y/N! Can’t you just for once in your life do something mundane? Something boring? Something that I don’t know, pays your bills without having to make a fool out of yourself?!”

“I like what I do, Jimin.”

You whisper in reply but you don't even know why you're whispering out of shame. No one had particularly called you out before, because everyone dear to you supports you — from your parents, to Hoseok, and to even previous co-workers who cheer you on.

Everyone dear to you loves seeing you do what you want to do — everyone except Jimin.

“For god’s sake, you were grooming sheep two months ago! Then a week after that, you were making soap and massaging people’s hands! Hell, even this month you’re working in that aquarium! You put on a scuba suit, wipe the glass, and for what? To swim with some fucking shrimp and shit like that?”

He's only been angry with you once, atleast what you know of, but it's now that you don't like Jimin the most. Perhaps you took his little smiles and breathless chuckles as affirmations that he loves what you do. Perhaps if you just looked a little closer without the blind expectation that everyone tolerates you because you could be a little too much for some, maybe you could've seen that the smiles were grimaces and the chuckles were groans.

“Y/N, I’m saying this because I care about you,” he runs his hand through his hair, exhaling deeply to look at you in the eye. “But please just grow up. You’re only a few years younger than me but just– look! Look! You graduated the top of your class for a real degree. Please do something useful.”

Please do something useful.

Do something useful.

Now do you realize that you can’t keep grazing your elbows on repainting daycares and have your pants frayed from volunteering at animal pounds. You can't keep doing spontaneous jobs for the sake of them because in simple terms, they're just not useful.

Jimin's perhaps the smartest guy you know and if it comes from him, you know to believe him. Perhaps he's the smartest guy you know amongst everyone dearest to you because from all of them, he's the only one that ever spoke to you this way.

In this brutally honest, albeit painful, way.

“Okay," you nod definitively, swallowing the lump the lump in your throat. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“I should do something normal.”

Jimin purses his lips in regret because now that you put it that way, it sounds more cutthroat and unforgiving.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I think you should get going,” you squeak, humming to yourself as you turn away from him, vaguely pointing to the door so he could see himself out. “You made a good point. I just need to be alone right now, try to get my shit together, y’know?”

Jimin really should've kept his mouth shut.

He should've heeded Hoseok's advice to not ruin it for you. But judging by the way you avoid his eyes and walk away from him, he knows he's already done that and more. He doesn't want to leave but you want him to leave, and if it's any consolation for you to help ease the pain he's caused, he'll do it this time. “Okay.”

He doesn't know why he's still expecting at this point, but Jimin feels heavy getting out of your door — without a kiss on his cheek, and with the knowledge that he had hurt you.

( ♡ )

Unsurprisingly, Jimin hasn’t heard from you in awhile.

It's been almost a month that he hasn't seen you. He had apologized numerous times over text, to which you only reacted to with an emoticon but didn't reply to, and that was it. He felt uncomfortable to ask to see you in-person because even he is ashamed of himself, mad at himself if in case his presence reminds you of his words.

Yoongi's pissed at him because Jimin definitely does not have a say in what you do and what you love, especially considering that he isn't your boyfriend, regardless if your feelings for each other were requited.

Hoseok’s angry at him. Not you-just-hurt-my-best-friend angry, but "not only did you hurt my best friend but you also changed the trajectory of her life, possibly for the worst, even if she didn't ask you to" angry.

Jimin's also furious at himself for the most part. He was selfish and projected his own frustrations to you because perhaps there was a tiny little part of him that envied you.

The tiny little green part of him that envies just how much happy you are even if you earn much less than him. He likes his job and he likes his salary, don't get him wrong, but no matter how shallow he sounds when he admits it — doing the same stable thing felt like a routine more than it was a passion.

You're carefree and Jimin isn't and it's wrong for him to hate that. He loves his job and he hates that he just had to make you miserable by grounding you only to your degree. He hates himself for saying that neither of the things you've done are useful because he subjected you as comparison.

He risks it ultimately when one day he texts and asks to come over. He didn't know if you would be mad at him and terminate your communication completely because after all, he still has the gall to ask you that despite the things he did.

He didn't know what to feel when you reply in less than an hour and tell him to just let himself in with the keycard you’ve left at his place accidentally, because you’ll be running a little late.

It's all too familiar because this has already happened before.

He wishes that it's familiar.

When you come home and he's waiting for you on your couch, he didn't know how to react seeing you look so manufactured.

You're as beautiful as always even if you're in a corporate suit, from a pink button-up to a leather pencil skirt to a pair of high heels.

You're you and you recognize yourself more than he does, but to him, you look off. The version that stands in front of him is unlike you; you’re not wearing overalls or chicken shop uniforms or wearing anything that resembles you.

“What’s with the get-up?”

It takes a few seconds for the question to buffer in your brain, a genuine laugh leaving your lips as you shrug off your heels.

“I work in stocks now,” you clear your throat, adding to the silence when Jimin remains still. "I'm the top fund manager in my company. Yay."

Your anger for Jimin has already passed which is why you didn't hesitate letting him wait for you in your apartment. Sure, the anger did pass but the ghost of it remains.

You're thankful that he gave you a fresh new perspective, but you just wish he could've done it a little more gently. Delivered the take a little more coddling. You wish he gave you a little more time for you to come to your senses by yourself.

“I’m sorry for everything I said,” Jimin speaks thickly into the air, the gravity of his previous words now just singeing a little worse. “You shouldn’t have to change. You were happy doing what you love the most and I gave you shit for it.”

In your head you've already forgiven him. It was a new, brutal perspective he had given you out of sincere concern. Even if there's truth to his words and you've come to accept it, it didn't necessarily mean that he was solely on the right.

“I’m happy now,” you offer with a weak smile, shrugging your shoulders carelessly.

“I’m not as happy as I was, but I’m still happy now. Besides, I have like a ton of money now,” you add playfully, giggling to yourself. “I could pay my monthly rent and your clinic’s yearly lease and still have extra.”

Jimin tries to find it in him to laugh, the return of your giggles easing him a little, but it's just not the same.

He's not gonna try and take credit for your change, but he does know that he's a large variable. He's remorseful and the guilt still doesn't leave him even if you let him into your home, the thoughts playing out in his mind like clockwork.

He thought he hated your part-time jobs but now, he realizes that he remembers every single one. He remembers every single bit of them that you tell him, all from the quirks of your job to the flaws of it.

“But you’re not bottle-feeding baby goats," he murmurs, looking down on his lap. “You’re not in a ski resort wearing duck feet to make children look for you.”

Your resentment for Jimin for presenting you a realistic truth may have already passed, but he hasn't. He's still strongly, and irrevocably, angry at himself.

“Is this still you?”

You throw off Jimin in both the best and worst ways possible but nothing beats the relief you provide for him either, but he knows that for the time-being, he's not entirely deserving of the latter.

“Still me,” you nod, unable to keep the next words to yourself as it hits you once again. “Just a more rational, useful me.”

( ♡ )

You and Jimin don’t talk as much these days.

If you were to describe your current state, it would be steady. It’s not much, but it’s honest.

The two of you would be lying if you deny that your previous relationship was strictly in a friends with benefits state. You both knew and shown (he clearly did) just how concerned you are for each other, never skipping a beat.

It’s been weeks since he last dropped into your apartment to personally apologize and after a long, agonizing yet much-needed conversation, you weren’t even sure if the two of you would progress after basically calling off your previous status with each other.

Until Jimin shows at your doorstep at one in the morning, right before you go to sleep.

“Jimin? What are you doing here?”

He’s dressed up in formal wear, still complete with a boutonnière on the lapel of his suit jacket. His hair’s gelled back but it probably went through much action because now it looks a little unkempt, his cheeks flushed from the alcohol he had.

“I took home way too many brownies,” he blurts as if it would explain why he suddenly manifested at your front door at a godforsaken time, laughing at himself before clearing his throat. “I volunteered to be a wedding singer for my friend’s ceremony. He let me have the first pick at the reception buffet.”

“Cool. Thank you for these,” you chuckle at the suddenness of the situation, taking the silk-wrapped container from his hands. It’s heavy, really heavy, and it’s endearing to think how Jimin’s first thought was to give this much to you. “Huh. These are really... a lot, huh?”

“Yeah. I know you like experimenting,” he smiles, scratching behind his ear belatedly at the double meaning, “with flavors and things like that.”

He took atleast five of each flavor and the buffet table stretched long, ignoring the appalled looks from the servers behind the booths. He’s certain that he picked up enough food to last you for three meals a day, for atleast a week and a half.

Jimin looks at you while you look at him and he remembers, even if it’s never left his mind, that you’re his dreamboat. It’s not just the alcohol talking, but it’s his truth even before a single drop of liquor.

“I’m taking a one-month sabbatical.”

He pipes in, immediately getting a whistle from you because even at the dead of one in the morning, perhaps the two of you miss each other that you’re ready to talk about anything.

“One month? That’s huge.”

“Yup.”

The silence stretches and although it’s not comfortable, Jimin’s still thankful that he gets to spend it with you. The thing he wanted to talk to you about since this morning finally pops up, eyes widening in realization before he forgets.

“I’m part-timing as a water park attendant two days from now, by the way.”

You want to say you’re confused but the pieces fuse together before they even separate. Jimin takes a one-month sabbatical from his duties as a doctor and instead of resting, he’ll be using it to work.

He’ll be using it to work part-time jobs.

“Can I call you tomorrow for some advice?”

The smile appears in your face before you could even stop it. You’ve only tried part-timing as a diving instructor once, but atleast it’s in the aquatic industry somehow.

“I haven’t tried that job before.”

“We could try together,” Jimin offers, unable to resist a giddy smile that makes his eyes crescent. “Are you free tomorrow?”

Your mental calendar is long-checked by your mouth before you can even pretend to think about it, a chuckle leaving you in return. “I uh... I actually am.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” you parrot, eyes unblinking while you stare at Jimin. The two of you must have been staring at each other for a minute until you’re interrupted by the sound of your floor’s elevator dinging, snapping you both out of your dazes. “Drive safe.”

You’re sheepish as you bid him goodbye, cutting the interaction short even if you think it’s the perfect end to your night, or rather the start of your morning.

Jimin hums in acknowledgment but just before he goes, even if it’s the first of many, and hopefully the rest in a greater and better context than this is.

He’ll make it up to you somehow.

He stays rooted in his position and you don’t make a move to close your door either. You’re about to ask him if he’s fit to drive himself home but just before you do, you tense in the same way as he did before.

Jimin kisses your cheek.

[lonelyhobi]

Honey Bunny

Summary- your boyfriend wasn’t one for romance, but a misunderstanding leads to an unforgettable Valentine’s day Pairing- yoongi x reader Genre- established relationship AU, smut, fluff  Warnings- oral (m), fingering, unprotected sex, little cum play, creampie, kissing while cumming (romance at it’s finest), misunderstandings, yoongis lil heart </3, Everyone needs to mind their business Word count- 5.9k

A/N: Happy SUPER LATE  Valentine’s Day everyone! And a special super late Valentine’s to @dionysusrage​​ Azul <3 She was my lovely valentine’s gram this year so I wanted to write something even if it’s seven years late. I hope you like it! And also thank you to @agustdef​ for letting me use their beautiful name! <333

beta’d by- the lovely @yoon2k​​, thank you so so much Fi! 

“Annnnnnd, done” Yoongi mutters to himself as he finally aligns the flower petals in the most symmetrical heart he could manage to form on the bed. Some people may think the attention he was putting into the symmetry of the heart was pointless, but not his girl. He knew you would understand the effort.

Yoongi had been hurrying to decorate your place for the most ridiculous and capitalistic holiday, but if it was what you wanted, then he would endure the insane amount of red that littered your home. 

This entire holiday was miles away from being in his wheelhouse, but after overhearing a conversation between you and your best friend, he set out to give you the flashiest, most special Valentine’s he could manage. 

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[jimilter]

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

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

pairing: jimin x reader rating: m (18+) genre: humor | smut | fluff | a brush of angst | established relationship!au | masseuse!jimin warnings: swearing + jealousy + possessiveness (ft. a fierce oc that takes no shit and would fight any bitch that comes for her man <3) + allusions to infidelity + explicit sexual situations (dom!jimin, sub!reader, erotic body massage with edible oils, fingering, unprotective penetrative sex, breast play, oral(m), dirty talk, degradation, some slaps thrown around, semi-public sexual acts, praise kink, choking) + park jimin being a lil shit throughout :’) word count: 13 k

↣ part of the Titillating Touches collab hosted by my chaotic bff yanbun, @ressjeon <3

note: first off, a massive thanks to allannah, @ilikemesometaetaes, my precious baby for working w me on this beautiful banner! thank you for your patience, ily! 🥺❤ secondly, thanks to my love, @opaljm, who yelled at me to let her read this and ended up beta-ing it for me lmao! ily, you dumdum. 😭❤ and lastly, thank you yanbun for hosting this super super fun collab! i met and interacted with so many awesome ppl, hoping to get together with everyone for something fun again soon! 🥰

writing this fic has been sO much fun, y’all, i love both these chaotic idiots! every time i opened the doc, i’d spit a couple thousand words lolol, i’ve been on a roll w this one. i hope y’all like reading it as much as i loved writing it~ 💜

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In your humble opinion, people who claim their jobs suck the soul out of them are overly dramatic and despicable attention seekers who are just horrible at time management, because no job has the power to do that until one gives it such power.

Unless one is working in Accounting at a corporate firm.

Then their sucking-soul theory is absolutely believable, and you sympathize with those people.

Mostly because you are one of them and have just returned home after your supposed nine to five job that you were at till eight of the night, having served at the office for nearly eleven hours because your supervisor decided to be an ass today. Well, not exactly an ass; the man just needed you and the team to sit for the brainstorming session for the next project so that they could talk budget along the way, too. But the fact remains that you’re currently dead on your feet and he’s to be blamed.

The only silver lining is your warm, loving and comforting boyfriend who works reasonable hours, and who is just about to open the door and accept you into his warm, loving, and comforting embrace—

“Babe, holy shit, you look like hell! And stink like it, too!”

…or maybe not.

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Close Call ~ MYG

WORD COUNT: 2.6K

GENRE: smut, MINORS DNI, drabble, size kink, unprotected sex, 

PAIRING: Yoongi x Fem!Reader

A/N: Drabble, mostly unedited T-T did this as a spur of the moment kind of thing @sw33tnight​

The door to Yoongi’s office shut and he looked up to see you walking toward him and he smirked to himself. This was how he knew the day was going to be over soon, you’d walk through that door and he knew he could go home soon enough.

“Fuck it’s been a long day, you’re perfect you know.” Yoongi grunts as you stand behind him at his desk and softly massage his shoulders, your fingers working in all of the knots that were in his shoulders as he sinks lower into the chair.

“You’re so good at that.” He moans out before suddenly bringing you onto his lap and kissing you deeply, there was no time to waste. It had been a long day and all he wanted was to be buried deep inside of you,

“Feels so good to have your body on mine,” he moans before you start grinding yourself down against him, your eyes rolled back as you felt him growing beneath his smart pants. Yoongi was huge, bigger than anyone else you’d ever been in your life and it was something he knew and used a lot against you. Constantly reminding you how big he was and how he was going to fit deep inside of you. 

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[blu-joons]

The Boys Meet Your Newborn For The First Time ~ Lee Jinki

As you spun on your heels, your smile widened as Jinki walked through into the living room with your baby daughter cradled tightly in his arms. His eyes were bright, strides confident, excited to hear the knock of the door at any moment.

“This is going to be carnage,” you laughed, walking through to join him in the living room, “have you told the boys that they need to be quiet when they come through the front door?”

Jinki’s head nodded as he took a seat on the sofa, inviting you to sit beside him. “I’ve told them everything that they need to know, just as I keep telling you that there’s nothing for you to worry about, the boys will behave, they’re too excited not to.”

You allowed yourself to relax back against the sofa to try and keep yourself calm. You were a little more apprehensive than Jinki to invite people to your home, after only giving birth a week ago, you were still in your own little bubble and feeling nervous too.

For the week, you’d turned the boys down every time they asked if they could stop by and visit, but after a reassuring conversation with Jinki that things would be alright, you finally accepted, giving them a date and a time to show up.

“The boys will be fine,” Jinki smiled, following your eyes down to look at your daughter, “and this little one will be just fine too.”

“I know, it’s such an important moment, I just want everything to go alright.”

Jinki’s mouth opened to respond, but before a sound could be heard from him, a sound of a hand tapping against your front door greeted you both, with Jinki rising to his feet.

You stayed on the sofa as Jinki made his way over to the front door, allowing the coos of the boys to greet you as soon as the door opened up. “Come in,” Jinki grinned, stepping aside so that the three boys could walk into your home and spot you.

Kibum was the first to jog over and greet you, pulling you into a careful hug, squeezing you gently. He had been the member who messaged you the most, always offering his help and staying with you when Jinki was away.

“You look beautiful,” he complimented, sitting down beside you, “how do you manage to look so good after just giving birth?”

Your head shook back at him as you allowed your smile to grow, “I’m exhausted, looks can be deceiving Ki.”

Across the room, Minho and Taemin leant in either side of Jinki to look down at the small features that your baby possessed.

“It’s a good job she looks like Y/N,” you overheard Minho speak up.

“She’d be stuck if she looked like you,” Taemin added, teasing his leader.

Jinki’s head shook, turning around to look across to you and Kibum. “Ki, fancy a cuddle?” He questioned.

Kibum’s head immediately nodded, shuffling forwards with his arms extended so that he could take your daughter. Minho and Taemin both watched Jinki walk away in disbelief, folding their arms across their chests.

“If you guys want to tease me, may I remind you that this is my daughter,” Jinki scolded them both, glancing behind to meet their stares.

“When will you two ever learn,” you laughed across at them.

With frustrated eyes, the two of them both walked across to you, sitting on the floor in front of the sofa. “We didn’t even say anything that was that bad.”

“I’m warning you both,” Jinki reminded them, slipping his arms out from under your daughter once he was sure that Kibum had her. “You two better start being nice to me otherwise you’ll never get to hold your niece.”

“This is so unfair,” Minho groaned, shaking his head to the ground, “Y/N, can’t you put your husband, right? We should get to have a cuddle, right?”

Your shoulders shrugged back at him with a smirk as your attention turned to Kibum beside you who was lost in his own little world. “Hi,” he whispered as your daughter’s eyes stared up at him, “she is just so adorable you guys.”

He couldn’t look anywhere else as he spoke, his fascination was solely on your daughter. All three of them had been excited from the very start, but Kibum the most had been there for you, more nervous than even Jinki was.

After a few minutes, a hand tapped against Kibum’s knee. “Stop gatekeeping her, pass her around so that we can have a cuddle too,” Taemin requested.

“Jinki?” Kibum asked, looking across to your daugther’s father for permission. “Is he allowed to have a cuddle?” He added, pushing the temper of the youngest beside him. Taemin jumped up onto his knees, letting go of a sigh as Jinki’s head finally nodded.

Straight away, Taemin held his arms out to take your daughter, desperate for Kibum to pass her across as soon as possible. “Give her to me,” Taemin whispered as Kibum purposely moved slowly to continue to wind Taemin up.

“Calm down,” Kibum whispered as he placed your daughter into Taemin’s arms, “if you start getting loud then we’ll all get kicked out,” he continued to tease, winding Taemin up more and more with every word that he spoke.

Your eyes could only roll at the typical antics that you’d come to expect from all of the boys. You were well aware that uncle duties meant a lot to the two of them, and as Jinki had told you from his many days working with them, all three were determined to be number one.

Minho shuffled to Taemin’s side as soon as he had your daughter in his arms. “I can’t believe how small she is, even Taemin’s hands look huge around her.”

“My hands aren’t that small,” Taemin huffed in response.

Your head continued to shake as Kibum took his seat back down beside you. “You’ve done well,” he smiled across at you, “life probably feels like a bit of a rollercoaster right now, but you guys have been doing such a good job with Y/D/N.”

It had certainly been an overwhelming journey for you both as you adapted to being parents, but as the days began to pass by, things certainly began to get easier for you both. As your routine began to settle, so did the two of you, and as those closest to you continued to rally and support you both, you knew that you were going to be just fine.

“Y/N’s been incredible,” Jinki suddenly then spoke up, “I don’t think that I could have got myself through this if she wasn’t so strong. You guys know just how amazing she is but seeing her as a mum is something else.”

“Being a father really has made you soppy,” Minho chimed in.

“I mean it,” Jinki chuckled in protest, “I’m a very lucky person to have these two girls in my life, and I guess having you three around is pretty cool as well.”

Minho reached across and nudged into Jinki’s arm, “you guys are the luckiest couple in the world to have us in your life.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” you pushed back at him, “until you start changing nappies and helping look after Y/D/N as uncles do, I don’t think I’ll decide how lucky we are.”

“Do we really have to change nappies?” Kibum frowned beside you, turning his nose up, “can’t we just draw the line at a bottle feed or two?”

Your eyes rolled, “I was only joking about the nappies Ki, as if I would ever make the three of you change a nappy.”

“You might not, but Jinki would,” he snapped back.

“To be fair, you’re probably not wrong there.”

—

Masterlist

[imma-queencard]

The Beauty and The Beast (part one)

Onew/Lee Jinki [SHINee]

Genre- fluff,paranormal,slight yandere

Ratings-Wolf,paranormal, assault, stalkin,yandere

@scuzmunkie , saranghaja♥️

Part two || Part Three

A/N: This oneshot is inspired by "Wolf" of Exo. I have been shawol since 2012 and Lee Jinki has been my bias from 5HINee since then. And this is my first time writing an "oneshot" for him on tumblr. I hope you all find it worth reading. I tried to put his character with slight yandere effect because I think our bunny leader has this hot and cool side in him. And please support his musical "Midnight sun" and ongoing variety show "sea of hope" on JTBC. The show is already very much soothing. In addition, Onew's voice and singing will heal you completely. Thanks^^

You look at the glass of the cafe biting down your lips. There he was! The man who has been following you around nearly for two weeks straight, like a shadow. No matter you go to university or you go to buy groceries. You will definitely see him spying after you. It just became a regular thing for you having a man walking behind you silently.You see the reflection quickly hide behind a pillar making you curse.

"What's his problem!" You mutter under your breath. You have no idea why a bachelor was following you for weeks. Maybe for a talk? Or a go out? He could just simply come to you and ask. That's how things work, don't they? You sigh before pushing the door of the cafe to slide in.

"It's so cold!" You shiver as you keep walking along the sideways. You don't need to look behind to see the man following you, keeping a long distance. You are already aware of that. You suddenly stop at your track.

Boosting up your courage,you say loudly, "I know you are here,yo-you know?" You mumble at the last words. Your grip on the hem of your overcoat tighten as you feel a man walks up to you and just stop behind you. You don't dare to look back. Too afraid of the man. You want to run and get the hell out of here but something is stopping you from running away. Something is intriguing you to look back and see the man for yourself.

"You know?" The man chuckles making you whimper in delight.

"Why-why are you following m-me? Loo-look I ain't afraid of-of you,mister.." you stutter and try to shoo the man away. But your heart is beating too loud to make you wonder if it will come out of your ribcage soon.

"You are not afraid of me? Really?" The man trails off, "how do you know if I wouldn't take advantage of a pretty little girl like you in the middle of an alley..at night?hm?" The man runs his finger over the back of your overcoat. The gesture is enough to make you gulp.

"You-you wouldn't do su-such things!" You try to scream but your voice betrays you. You are wondering why the hell you are still standing there and not running out of your way.

"You know me well, don't you?" The melodious voice speaks and you lose your shit. You start running . Running away from this dangerous man. Suddenly you hear a animalistic growl behind you. You keep running until the man appears in front of you with an inhuman speed. You scream and stop at your track. Your legs start backing as you see the sudden red glow in the pair of eyes who are just penetrating you. "Please-" you mumble taking some steps back. You look around for some help but you are alone with this strange man in an alley.

"You are already begging to me?" The man tilts his head and smirks. You try to run again but the man's strong grip on your arm forces your body to collide against his strong frame. You blush when your breasts crush against his built chest.

"Mmmhh" the man moves his head to the crook of your neck and smells you like an animal. You feel your knee weakens. If it weren't for the man's strong hold around your small posture, you would have been falling on the ground way before. You shut your eyes in fear and anger. You are angry at yourself for feeling your body betraying you, craving for the stranger. You should have been pushing the man rather than loving the warmth of this man.

"Please-dont hurt me.." you almost beg while trying to push the man away. You feel his grip tighten around you and tug you closer to him.

"I'd never hurt you..." The man says cupping your face with one of his palms.

"Hey-hey..look at me" he coos making circle with his fingers on your back. You shake your head. You don't want to look at the man who is assaulting you into the middle of an alley. To the man who is making you feel aroused just wrapping his arms around you.

"Y/N..." He moans at your earlobe making your eye wide open. You feel the world has stopped around you when your eyes meet with his dazzling eye. They are beautifully red, you catch a glimpse of sparkle in those eyes. They are like ocean and you are ready to dive in the waves of that ocean.

"Y/N... " He moans

against your ear making you grip at his shirt's collar harder.

"Jinki...mmmh...I'm Jinki by the way..." He coos looking into your eyes. You feel your lips tasting the name unconsciously.

"Jin-ki..?" You ask innocently. The man growls in response.

"Say it again,love..." He demands resting his forehead against yours.

"Wha-what are you?" You ask abruptly and Jinki growls louder pushing you against him more. He grabs your face with one of his hand and leans down.

"Don't make me repeat, pretty girl.." he groans. You blush wildly feeling his hot breath on your lips. You quickly hide your face in his chest when his other hand rests on your lean waist and gives it a squeeze.

"Please-let me go.." you hate yourself for begging this man named Jinki. You are loving his touch. He is making your body so responsive towards his every touch.

"You are afraid..." Jinki comments listening to your fast heart beat.

"No-" you weakly protest.

"Don't lie to me, pretty girl.. you can never lie to me.. I know you too well... " He smiles at sweetly. You see the wrinkles appear between his eyes.

"I-I need to go..." You push the man away with all of your strength and this time Jinki let you push him. You take a deep breath and start running towards the end of the alley. You feel relieved when you don't hear the man's footsteps behind you but you know he will definitely follow you no matter where you go.

Reaching home,you quickly shut the door behind and climb up the stairs. You throw yourself on your bed before taking off your overcoat. You close your eyes only to see a pair of glowing eyes looking at you. You groan changing sides. You couldn't believe you melted into a man's embrace. Lee jinki,that was his name. You slap your face lightly before standing up to undress and have a hot shower. You badly need a hot shower to cool down your mind as well as body. You are about to pull off your top over your head when you notice the window is opened. You furrow remembering to close it before you headed outside. You walk up to the window and peek outside to see Jinki standing there, smirking at you. You hurriedly shut the window immediately with trembling hands.

"Don't run away from me,Y/N... I'll chase you wherever you go...You are mine.. remember that." You hear the man screaming before disappearing into mist.

"Fuck..." You run your fingers through your hair is frustration.

You know you are doomed.

[butterflybam]

Office au

Word count: 2,165

"Happy anniversary."

That statement made you freeze before turning to look at the man next to you. Kim Kibum was settling down. He never looked at you, but he continued on with his regular schedule. 

"Huh?" That was all you could manage to say. You were all used to his rants and occasional office gossip, but not whatever this was.

Once he finally finished, he turned to face you. He was a bit confused as well, before glancing at the date on his phone. "It's your one-year anniversary." He stated it as a matter of fact. That's when it dawned on you that he was referring to the date you started working there. I can't believe you already forgot. I thought this was like your dream job. " His tone was dripping with sarcasm, but you could see he was fighting back a small smile.

Leaning back in your chair, you were a bit bewildered. It really hadn't seemed like a year had passed. It really wasn't your dream job to be stuck in an office all day, but you couldn't complain. The pay was decent, the boss was fair and kind, and the co-workers were an added bonus.

"I can't believe it." You muttered something before logging onto your computer. It seems just like yesterday when I started here and how you had to show me the ropes. Now you're stuck with me. " You smirked at the last part. 

Kibum was about to say something, but he stopped himself. Instead, his full attention was somewhere else.

"What you don't have a sarcastic comment?" You asked. When you didn't get a response, you looked away from the computer and over to him, only to find him staring off at something... or should you say someone. You followed his gaze to find Lee Jinki. The man was fiddling around with a small box and you could see a smile forming on his face as he saw the contents inside, but you quickly looked away. 

Acting like you were working, you heard Jinki call out a thank you to whoever gave him the package. You swore you could feel butterflies in your stomach and it took everything in you not to smile. 

Even though you were trying to act like everything was all good, the man next to you was making it hard. You could feel his eyes on you as they burned a hole in you. 

"Will you stop staring?" You muttered under your breath.

"When will you tell him the truth?" 

This made you snap your head and give him a panicked look. Quickly, you reached over and smacked his arm, "be quiet." You hissed at him. 

Kibum rolled his eyes, "or what? He'll finally know the truth that you're the one making him those lunches. " 

You loved Kibum, and you wouldn't consider yourself a violent person, but in that moment, you wanted to fight him. Thankfully, before you could start swinging, he was saved by Choi Minho's arrival.

That's when the conversation died, you and Kibum went to work, and you knew Minho was setting everything up on the other side of you. You just wanted today to be over, and you were hoping no one would bother you again. But you could tell someone was looking at you. At first, you thought it might have been Kibum, but once you snuck a glance at him, you could tell it wasn't. He had his full attention on his work, so you checked to see if it was Minho, but it wasn't him either. 

That's when it hits you. Carefully and sneakily, you glance over your shoulder to find Jinki looking in your direction. Once your eyes met, he gave you a smile and a quick wave. Though the interaction didn't last long, he went back to work and you could feel your heart beating faster. 

"Oh my God." You whispered to yourself. Even though you regretted it once you realized it gained the attention of both the men on either side of you. 

Minho placed a hand on your shoulder and said, "Are you okay?" He looked concerned. All you could do was mutter "yes" and "thank you" before trying to focus on your assignments. Thankfully, he wasn't going to push the conversation anymore, but he shared a look with Kibum. The only answer he got from him was a head nod in the direction of Jinki. That's when he understood the situation completely

For the rest of the day, it went by fairly normally. Though you were sure Taemin accidentally spilled the surprise, a company dinner to celebrate your anniversary with the company Besides that, nothing else has happened.

So, packing up for the day, you expected to get a ride home from Kibum. He started doing that after he found out you walked home. During that first drive, you got fussed at by him, and since then he's always taken you home.

"I'm ready." You said as you stood up.

"Remember, we're going out to eat." He said. "But I just remembered that I'm giving Taemin and Minho a ride as well. Unfortunately, there wouldn't be enough room. "

His explanation baffled you. It took a moment to process what he had just said to you. "But you have a car that seats five people." 

Kibum let out a sigh before leaning over to only where you could hear. "Just go along, and you could consider this your present from me." He said, before standing straight. "Jinki?" He called out to the older man. "Do you mind if Y/n rides with you? We wouldn't have enough room, and I wouldn't want them to be cramped in the car. "

Jinki nodded his head "yes" before looking at you. "Is this okay with you?" he asked. "

"Yeah, it's cool."

You mentally smacked yourself. You wanted to do literally anything to get out of this situation, but it was already too late. Before you knew it, you were sitting in the passenger seat of your crush's car.

You felt the nerves bubble up again, but you tried to remain calm. This wasn't your first time alone with him, but the difference was that you were stuck there until you arrived. The other times you could politely excuse yourself, but not now. 

Neither of you spoke at the beginning of the car ride; instead, the music from the radio played softly in the background. It was kind of nice if you didn't think too much about it.

"How was your day?" Jinki asked. He muted the music. It was almost as if he had read your mind. 

Adjust yourself in the seat. You glanced over at him. Seeing him so relaxed and calm after a long day with the setting sun shining on him was surreal. He looked so handsome. "It was good." You said it breathlessly. 

With that, it was silent again. You could tell he was thinking about something, but he never shared his thoughts. Of course you were curious, but you weren't sure if you should pry. 

Looking out the window, you watched as the cars sped by and the city life continued on. It made you think about when you first moved there right after college. It was a big decision on your part. This was the first time you were going to be off somewhere new completely alone. It surprised everyone you knew, but they supported your decision. You remember that day some of your old friends drove out with you to help move into your apartment. It was a little nerve-racking, but having them with you made it easier; however, when they drove away, you realized the harsh reality.

Thankfully, you had secured this job before moving out there. Within your first week, you have already made a couple of friends, one of them being Kibum. After some time, the lonely apartment became a home, and the silence became unbearable. 

Fortunately, your coworkers were all very friendly. You would consider them some of your closest friends. The only one you weren't close to was Jinki. You wanted to be, but you got nervous around him. In the limited moments you shared with him, you learned more and more about him. 

The day you realized you had a crush on him was when you saw him comforting the others after a rough day. Afterwards, it became apparent how selfless he was. He always made sure everyone was comfortable and taken care of. But sometimes it showed that he was taking care of himself, and you realized he never brought lunch. You immediately went into action and tried to discreetly find out his favorite foods, and you thought it went well, but Taemin caught you. He promised to keep the secret once you explained everything. 

Kibum and Minho finally connected the dots and figured out it was you. At first, they wanted you to go and tell Jinki it was you, but you squashed that. You explained that you weren't doing it to confess to him, but instead you wanted to show him in a way that someone was looking out for him. After that, they laid off a bit, but both still believed that you should tell him how you felt, but you always ignored them.

"We're here."

You looked over at Jinki, who was already looking at you. He gave you a small smile. As you went to unbunkle, he stopped you. Confused, you gave him a worried look. "Everything okay?" You asked.

He hesitated for a moment. I'm sorry, but before we go in, I need to ask a question. He said, "He waited for you to confirm that he could continue." He took in a deep breath, "Why do you make me lunch? Trust me, I appreciate it, but I've just got to know. " 

It was like someone threw ice water on you. He knew. You tried to think back on all the times you brought him lunch. You always tried to be extra stealthy, especially after Taemin caught you. So you weren't sure?

"Um, I-" you began, but it seemed like your brain and mouth had decided to stop working. Jinki gave you an encouraging smile. "I just wanted to do something nice for you, especially since you're always helping everyone out." You finally answered. 

Jinki nodded, but you could tell there was a small look of disappointment. Well, thank you. I really appreciate it. I should pay you back, so tonight dinner is on me. " He said. 

He went to unbunkle himself. There was something off now, and you could tell. You could tell he was truly thankful. 

"We better get inside before the others come looking for us." He said. 

"Jinki wait." You said when he went to open his door. He turned to face you. I actually have something else to tell you. I really like you as well. I wasn't sure how to tell you, and deep down I was afraid because I didn't want to make things awkward. " You end up blurting it out. 

It was eerily silent in the car after your confession. At that moment, you wanted to disappear. Did you really mess this up?

"I like you too."

You looked up at him. You could tell he was genuinely serious. "You do?" was all you could say, and a smile broke out on his face. "I can't believe it." You muttered under your breath. 

"I really do, and I've had feelings for you for quite some time now. When I realized that it was you, leaving me those lunches, I guess I was secretly hoping that you were doing that to confess. " He explained.

You feel humiliated. He knew it was you for awhile now, and you didn't even realize it.

That's when you thought of something. But if you knew it was me, then why didn't you say anything before? " 

 "I wanted to let you make the first move, but Minho gave me a pep talk and told me I should come to you first." He explained.

A laugh came from you, only to startle him a bit. He waited until you were done.

"What's funny?" He asked.

Composing yourself, you cleared your throat. I was just thinking about how I was waiting for you to confess to me, and then you were waiting for me. While Kibum, Minho, and Taemin were waiting for us to just say something,

This caused him to laugh as well. 

"Let's not waste anymore time."

"I agree."

Before anything could be said, a knock on your window startled the both of you. That's when you saw Taemin standing there. He pointed to his watch and then, over his shoulder, to the restaurant. 

"We better get going then." 

Looking at Jinki, you nodded in agreement. As you got out of the car, you ended up walking hand in hand with Jinki. You were excited to see where this new relationship would lead you.

[imma-queencard]

I just wanna kiss! [Professor-student!]

Onew/Lee Jinki(SHINee)

Pairing: female reader X Onew

Genre: fluff,romance

Ratings/warnings: 13+

Taggings: @supermwritersnet , @elviinwonderland

A/N: This is the oneshot requested by me. Today(24.07.21) is my birthday so I decided to gift myself a piece of writing. Jinki has been my number1 bias in SHINee from 2013. I really hope one day I can meet him and ask for a photo and autograph! And this is the dumbeeeest and the looongest piece I've ever written.

"No-no-no!" you shook your head crossing your fingers.

"Miss,we are soon closing in..It's past 2 a.m...try to understand please-" the lady owner requested you knowing it would go in vain. She sighed seeing you resting your head on the table, "YAH!give me one more soju bottle! Please~"

"I really dont wanna throw this woman on the street... She looks so lovely..." the lady passed a comment to her husband when you kept giggling to yourself.

"But we have no choice left,right? Let's pick her up-" the husband suggested walking towards you to lift you up.

"Why aint you sending my soju bottle huh? I'm starving.. Look!" you hiccuped patting your tummy. Maybe trying to show that your stomach was empty?

"Yaaah!what!" you whined when two arms wrapped around your shoulder and made you stand up on your weak,wobbling legs.

"Shit! I dont think she can even walk!" the husband cursed as your legs gave in and your butt landed on the floor.

"Please~my soju soju soju bottle~" you kept singing and the couple started screaming in help.

Suddenly someone cleared his throat drawing enough attention of the owner couple and you.

"Sir,we are closing in..sorry!" the lady politely bowed showing the 'closed' sign hung on the wall.

"Um..I am aware of that...i was just passing by and heard some noises..I came to look if you need any help.." the couple watched him curiously as he scratched the back of his neck looking at your drunken state.

"this woman making a scene here too?oh my... She's really something.." Lee Jinki made sure to murmur to himself but his voice was enough audible to the couple. And their faces lit up with joy.

"Sir,do you know her?please sir take her away with you.... We dont wanna throw her on the street but we really need to shut down our shop.." the man almost begged Lee jinki. However,you were still singing your favourite soju song drawing stars in the air with your index finger.

"Me?" Lee Jinki's eyes widened in shock. Why would he take you?and where?

"Please sir I beg of you-" the woman dropped you on the floor to run towards Lee jinki and held his hands in hers, "please sir-" she pleaded desperately.

"Ah..okay....fine!' Lee Jinki announced looking at you making the couple happy. He walked to you and helped you stand on your feet.

"Miss Y/N,let's go.." he cooed and you furrowed looking at his face with your half opened eyes.

"Oh?you seeem sooo...where did I see you?" you asked pinching his cheek. He cursed under his breath as you pinched him hard. Your hands tightly gripped his shirt's collar while you used your weak legs to keep up your pace with him and he was holding you by your waist to balance your drunken body.

"Yeah!I remember you! Hahaha~ you are that dumb professor, right?who laughs for no reason! Wow~so foolish.." you giggled when he pushed you inside the back of his car.

"You want soju bottle too?that's so bad of you..because - I wont share my soju with you professor Leeeee!" you whined as he closed the door putting your legs inside the car.

"Shit!" he growled when he saw you kicking his car's door continually while shouting, "yaaah!grumpy ass!open that fucking door!" he closed his eyes in anger hearing you cursing out at him before slipping into the driver seat. You relaxed a bit seeing him hopping in. You didnt want to be alone and he wanted a soju bottle right? So, maybe he could share you some when he got his bottle. You giggled alone thinking how smart you were.

Lee jinki started the engine and drove his car off to another crowded street. His eyes relaxed a bit seeing you on the rare view mirror sitting on the back like a proper lady with your half opened eyes fixed on the street ahead.

"Where do you live anyway?" he asked politely when he pulled off his car on a red signal.

"Can you please answer?!" he almost yelled out breaking his gentle aura when you didnt reply. He was about to turn back and scold you for being such a pain in his ass. But he almost jumped in his seat as one of your hands traveled inside his shirt to fumble his abs. You stick out your tongue while running your palm over his abs.

"Yaaaah!" he screamed at the top of his lungs in horror. Grabbing your hand, he instantly took out your hand from inside of his shirt.

"Are you fucking insane!" he hissed throwing your hand away. He looked back at you and screamed, "what the hell were you even thinking!"

You pouted and replied,"stoooooop hiding my soooju bottle inside-you- your shirt. Give it to me...."

"What the- why will I hide your bottle- fuck-listen miss y/n, I dont have any soju,alright?" he spatted out and shifted his eyes to the street with a sigh. He steadied his breath holding the steering tight. He could still feel your palm sliding up and down over his chest.

"Fuck!" he cursed again looking at you through the rear view mirror before starting his car again.

"Oooh miss Y/N!can you at least behave?" he hissed placing you on his sofa closing the door behind. You giggled curling up into a ball on his sofa.

"Prof-professor Leee!Your buttons!" you giggled making his ears turn red in embarrassment.

"Opps!sorry~hahaha~not your buttons!..shirt's buttons are opened..look at... -there" you pointed to his chest. He scowled, "and you took proper advantage of that,miss Y/N, putting your hand inside my shirt!" He was still embarrassed with that situation.

"Wh-what are you talking about?" you furrowed at him, "st-stop taking advantage of a yo-young lady like mee!"

"Yaah!where are you -- going...?um?" you pouted seeing him going somewhere leaving you on the sofa. You were about to stand up with your wobbling legs to follow him but he came back quick with a glass and a bottle in his hands.

Lee Jinki poured a glass of water and handed it to you,"take it miss Y/N.."

"Soju?" you smiled like a happy kid grabbing the glass as if you had just received an award. He sighed, "yes,soju..." He saw you gulping down all the water in one go thinking it soju.

"Can-can you give me more soju,Professor? " you showed him your empty glass.

"No!" he rolled his eyes snatching his glass out of your grip. You furrowed, "you are a bad person,professor"

"I know..." he mouthed sarcastically and left for his bedroom followed by you. It was such a hectic day for him. And to make it the worst,he had to meet you at night in front of a bar. All he needed was now a long good sleep. He looked back displeased hearing your clumsy footsteps. He asked blocking the way of his bedroom,"why are you following me?"

You made a cute face and pouted, "I-I Don't know?Professor,you are reeaaally...a bad person..."

"I just wanna go home and have soju..." you whispered rubbing your cheeks. His eyes softened a bit, "come here..follow me." he led you back to the dining room again and helped you sit on the sofa.

"Sleep here,okay?I will get a blanket for you" he cooed and you absentmindedly moved your head not knowing what he was saying.

You curled up in the sofa waiting for him. He came back to you with a blanket in his hands.

"Here" he placed it on the sofa. "Make yourself comfortable with it,okay?" You didnt reply. You started singing your soju song instead. He sighed. You were fully wasted. He was about to leave for his bedroom but stopped in his track when you sat up on the sofa again and cooed "professor lee...?."

He knelt down in front of the sofa and shoved your body on the sofa to make you lay there. But you wiggled and sat up.

"I am-i am feeling dizzy..did-did you put drugs in my soooojuu!" you accused him pointing your finger at the wall. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. Never in his life someone accused him in that way.

"No."

"Dont ta-take advantage of a little-little girl like me" you mumbled softly as your head started spinning.

"I have no intention of doing that miss y/n.." he almost whispered looking at your way worriedly. He could tell you were about to faint.

"Good!" you showed him your teeth cheekily. He shook his head sighing.

"Professor-" you wrapped your arms around his neck making him almost jump. He carefully tried to take your hands off his neck but you were pulling him towards you more in every attempt he made to wiggle out.

"What-what are you doing...." he whispered with a gasp when you pulled his face closer to yours having his upper body almost hovering on the sofa. He gave another try to unwrap your arms but he couldnt. He gasped out loud as you spoke, "my friends say you are hoooooot..."

His cheeks flushed hearing those words. It wasnt that he had never heard despite of his gentleman aura. But it was the first time he was listening it from a student of his. Maybe they said but not in front of him..but this lady here...his ears turned red. However,he quickly regained himself.

"Miss y/n..you are drunk..just sleep" he said with a flustered face pushing you on the sofa.

"No!listen to me!" you nagged holding his face close to yours. His eyes traveled to your lips unconsciously. He bit his lower lip for a second before he forced his eyes focus on your half opened eyes.

"Can't you just sleep?" he almost moaned out. He was feeling hot and so..weird all of a sudden.

"My friends say you are vewwy hot-but-but I find you vewwwy cute-" you chuckled pinching his cheeks playfully.

"Um..is that all?now -ca-can you sleep?" he asked almost closing his eyes when your hot breath fell on his nose.

"Thanks for helping mefo--for giving me soju.." you smiled leaving his neck to fall back on the sofa. He blinked a couple of times?soju? Oh,water.

"You know you should say 'welcomeee' huh? Bad bad professor -no no manneeers!" you whined moving your palms over your head.

"Huh?..um...welcome.?" he murmured with red cheeks. He put the blanket over your body but you kicked it away. He sighed and put it again. In return,you again kicked it away.

"I dont need that-" you whined.

"It's already past 4. I have no time playing with you miss y/n..so if you co-operate.." he said strictly pulling over the blanket again. You pouted.

"Goodnight miss y/n.." he mumbled softly but you held his arm.

"What?I seriously need to sleep miss y/n-what!" his words got muffled when you got up and put your warm lips over his. It was barely for a minute.

"Good night~" you chirped in after giving him a quick kiss and pulled the blanket over your head leaving a frozen Lee Jinki kneeling in front of the sofa.

"She-she's crazy..." he whispered to himself touching his lips softly.

It had been exactly 13days since you created the most embarrassing scene of your whole life. When you woke up that morning,you actually remembered every single thing you did and said to him and so you just ran out of his apartment without bothering to inform him. You didnt know which part was more embarrassing.. Asking for his buttons or kissing him or putting your hand in his shirt touching his abs. You bit your lip. You stopped attending his classes for a week due to embarrassment. But sadly you had to attend those again. You would make sure not to have eye contact with him during his class despite feeling his occasional stares on you. Even you tried to remember how he tasted sometimes. However,your dull brain couldn’t make it right. So you were really pissed at this useless thing of yours.

You huffed when the bell rang. You quickly gathered your stuff and put them into your bag. You were almost on the edge of running away from his presence when he suddenly called out your name making everyone look at you in amusement. You hesitantly stole a glance at him under his intense stare on you.

"Miss y/n. Stay in a moment,please" he remarked clearing his throat before he started writing down his logbook. You nodded and waited for all the students to leave. Why did he call you suddenly? You were doing good avoiding him and him ignoring you. Sorry,staring at you. You sighed.

"Miss y/n?"

You rolled your eyes and walked up to his desk, "ye-yes professor?"

"Your grades in Applied Chemistry are dropping recently...and I have noticed that you have been skipping classes too-particularly mine...May I ask you for the reason?" he asked with his regular warm voice eyeing your every movement.

"No-no-reason.." you mumbled fidgeting with your fingers. You heard him sigh putting his glass on his desk.

"Look at me when I talk to you miss y/n.." he hissed in a husky voice. You shivered a little biting down your lip. You could bet no students had heard this voice of him except you.

"Yes professor?" you looked up to him blushing as you almost moaned out your last two words. He was wearing his as usual white shirt with a loose black tie hanging around his neck,first few buttons were wide opened but not enough to make it indecent. His calves were folded upto his elbows and his hair was neatly combed sidewards. He looked so decent yet so corrupted. Maybe into your eyes. You blushed again.

"You didn’t even inform me before leaving.You just disappeared from my apartment.. You know how freaked out was I that moment?you really did disappoint me with this irresponsible behaviour of yours miss y/n..I really expected better from you.." he said shaking his head in disappointment. You blushed. You wanted to recall everything but that incident. What did he expect me to do that morning? Get up and talk about the kiss?or maybe discussing 'his buttons' while having morning tea with him? You cursed him under your breath.

"Hm?miss y/n?"

"I- I was just-I am so sorry professor Lee" you bowed 90 degree, "I really caused you a lot of troubles... I am extremely sorry for that"

"That's true anyway..you were very...inappropriate that night,however..." he scratched his back of neck and quickly added, "May I know why you were ignoring me and my classes?You know we can always talk and settle this thing out ignoring your audacity that night....."

"Um-yeah yeah..." you blushed. God,isnt he the perfect boyfriend material you always wanted? You cursed your brain for thinking such...weird things about your young...okay,dashingly handsome young professor in such a complicated situation.

"Miss Y/n? Please do inform me whenever you are ready to talk about that.. I'll look forward to it. The last thing I want you is skipping classes and failing in my lectures because of that- indecent,silly reason." he chirped in putting his glass on.

Why cant you just avoid talking about that? You thought rolling your eyes.

"Um,may I take my leave,professor?"

"Well,yeah..and please concentrate on your study and ask me if you need any help on my lectures, I will be glad to provide you with tution anytime."

"Are you busy today?"

"Hm?" you dazed out of your thoughts looking at your young professor Lee Jinki.

"You look so tired so I decided to ask..I hope my lectures ain't causing you the headache you are currently having in...." he replied with his honey like smooth voice while writing notes on his next lecture.

"No-no,professor Lee..It's not yours...you are helping me a lot with yours actually..you even agreed on helping me after classes...thanks for that" you said blushing looking at your book. You wouldn’t lie you hadn’t developed a crush on him. It had been months since that incident and you two started spending academic times into his study.

"I requested you to call me Jinki instead.." he didnt bother looking at you. Your ears turned red. Of course you would love calling him Jinki but you were just an ordinary undergraduate student and maybe you shouldn’t cross that thin fine line.

"I prefer professor,professor Lee"

"Um-so do you have any plans after tuition?" he asked looking nonchalant as if it was one genuine question. You furrowed he had been really interested in your schedules and daily life asking questions on them in recent days. You really thought of them genuine at first but were they?

"I've plans for a soju party this evening with few of my friends.." your cheeks turned red remembering what happened after your last soju party.

"What?really?" he started laughing out loud. You bit the inside of your cheek. He was looking too cute for you to handle.

"The previous one?" he asked after stopping his laughter.

"Ye-yeah" you tucked some hair behind your ear whilst he checked some message on his phone.

"Anyway,I'm sorry it's end of our today's session.. I just recall some urgent matters that I need to handle on my own...I hope you understand.. " he offered a beautiful smile to your way as he gathered all of his stuffs together.

"Please don't be sorry,professor Lee.. You are already owing me a lot.." you murmured stealing a glance at your busy professor.

"I can drop you off you know?"

"I don't wanna trouble you more with my necessities,professor Lee..." You said biting down your lip. Him dropping you off wouldn’t be that bad,y/n. You tried to convince yourself mentally.

"Oh?It's not the first time I offered you a ride back home miss y/n" he paused and pressed his lips in a thin line before continuing," and I'm running away from my duty so I insist you on that offer..so if you please..and I ain't taking No as an answer..."

"When will this pathetic soju party end?~Jinki"

You double checked the message if it was really your professor sending a message asking you when your soju party would end. And 'pathetic'. You furrowed. Wasn't he just being a bit friendlier than he should be? You thought. But decided not to reply back thinking he might send it to the wrong recipient.

You brushed it off and poured some soju on your glass when your phone vibrated again.

"God,how long do I need to wait for you outside the bar?Can you come out already?I'm freezing~Jinki"

Your eyes widened in shock. He was kidding, wasn’t he?why the hell he would come here! You almost ran out of the bar to find your professor standing near a lamp post across the street while humming some song. His eyes met yours and they beamed in joy.

You walked up to him hurriedly hugging yourself with your arms, "Hey,why are you here,professor Lee?"

"Jinki..I insist on that please" he smiled.

You sighed, "Why...why are you here,ji-jinki-nim?" This man was persistent,wasnt he?

"I can't let any other person take you in their cars, can I? Who knows you will end up molesting him in their own cars the way you did me last time.."he winked at you. You gasped. Did your young professor just winked at your way?

"He-he looked so innocent!" you blurted out unconsciously rubbing your cheeks to cool down the sudden increase in the temperature.

"Oh y/n.." he smiled cockily and placed his large palm on your cheek to rub his thumb over your skin. You blinked. Is there something else that I'm missing out? You asked yourself.

"Of course none is innocent...hmm? But I am glad at least I dont go around and start kissing my professor in drunken state..or asking for his buttons or..maybe fumbling someone's chest without their consent,hm?" he said innocently though his eyes said different. You blushed harder. This man was making fun of you with such a innocent smile.

"I-I said sorry..I wouldn’t do this kind of stuff if I wasnt drunk that day..." you murmured looking at him in shock and embarrassment.

"Hm..I see...but why wouldn’t you?" he asked pouting cutely.

Your eyes widened in shock, "huh?"

"Huh?I asked why do you need to be drunk to kiss me when you can do it anytime perhaps?" he cooed pulling you closer.

"I can't, can I?" you said looking away in embarrassment. You could swear on butterfly flying around your stomach. Was he feeling the same too?

"Um? Can you? Why don't you give a try and check it out by yourself?if I were you,I would def-" you cut him off placing your lips on his tiptoeing on your heels. He moaned deliciously between the kiss which turned into music in your ears. Had you ever mentioned how sweet and melodious his voice was? You smiled unconsciously when he started sucking on your lips asking for your permission to slip his tongue in. His arms tightly wrapped around your waist when both of your tongues wrapped around each other. He just wanted to explore you,explore every inch of your mouth.

"God,I even forgot how you tasted that day.." you said blushingly when he pulled away to take a deep breath.

"But-now you do,don't you?" he asked playfully while placing a kiss over your head before patting it.

"Do I need to answer that question,professor?" you asked with red cheeks.

"Of course..but do you know the bestest thing that just happened?"

"We-we kissed?" you mumbled looking down at his shoes.

You heard him chuckle, "if you want to keep thinking about this kiss,you can but I assure you-thaaat-" he paused to bend down a little to meet your eyes.

"This is just the beginning miss y/n....you have more to explore." he smirked and moved away. You bit the inside of your cheeks. He was way playful than you thought.

"Anyway,the bestest thing is that you dont have to steal flirty glances at your handsome cute professor from now on." he joked earning a punch from you.

"Stop doing these jokes!I never sent inappropriate gla-glances.." you whined shaking your head.

"I don't mind them and you can trust me on that miss y/n.." he wiggled his eyebrows.

"No way" you rolled your eyes.

"You know how can you turn your life interesting than going to these pathetic soju parties?" he asked offering his elbow which you gladly took in before you both started walking in a steady pace matching with his.

"How?" you asked seriously looking at his side.

"By dating me of course miss y/n.." he said wiggling his eyebrows at you playfully. You blushed.

"So are we dating?" he asked pinching your nose. You nodded in response only to get smashed by his body. You breathed in his cologne and hummed in anticipation.

"Trust me girl,you are not gonna regret this..." he murmured huskily licking your earlobe.

"We can do a lot of adventures together...." he cooed cupping your cheeks seductively.

"Ad-adventure?" you stuttered at the hint of his double meaning.

He chuckled, "we will find it out later together,baby".

You blushed. He was such an evil in disguise!You could bet he was gonna spoil you soon but you were also sure that you were not gonna regret dating this young clumsy professor of yours. Maybe exploring adventures together wouldn't be that bad...

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BTS BOYFRIEND TEXTS -

[ ot7 x reader ]

lmao what is this it’s 3 am and i’m tired enjoy ^ ^

SEOKJIN -

jin: you ate without me…

y/n: did do that

jin: you said you’d wait

y/n: lied

jin: you’re not even gonna try and lie and say you tried you wait or something?

y/n: no

jin: we’re over

y/n: damn that sucks

jin: you don’t even care 😓

y/n: i do

seokjin please please please take me back i love you so much please please !!

jin: i guess i’ll give you another chance 🙄

y/n: thanks so much jinjin love you 😍😍🥰🥰🥰‼️‼️‼️‼️💕💕💓💓💓

jin: ew stop

y/n: stop what bae 😓💓

jin: that

y/n: you’re so hard to please

jin: i deserve better than you

y/n: choke

jin: i’m plotting your murder

y/n: it’s giving jin !alpha !hybrid !mafia boss !hard dom (disturbing content) minors dni

jin: i wolf you

y/n: would turn you into a rug

NAMJOON -

namjoon: got a loaf of bread

y/n: smooth like butter

namjoon: also got broke that green bowl so i bought a new one

y/n: haters gonna hate and players gonna play

namjoon: the bowl is blue tho

hope that’s ok

y/n: pretty woman

namjoon: did you eat lunch ?

y/n: everybody say no

namjoon: you should go do that then

y/n: run run run

namjoon: i think there is soup in the fridge

go check

y/n: did you see my bag ?

namjoon: is it there ?

y/n: you’re so big for no reason

namjoon: what ?

y/n: i’m looking at that photo on the fridge

namjoon: the disney one ?

y/n: yeah and you’re standing behind me you a big bitch

namjoon: thanks ?

y/n: ur built like a brick

ur so hot

lord

come home pls

namjoon: i’m on my way love

y/n: DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN THAT INTERVIEWER TOLD YOO TO PLAY UR OWN RACE LMAOOOOO

namjoon: i do

y/n: he really got you like that

foul

i would of laughed if i was there

namjoon: i know

y/n: loud asf too

namjoon: i know babe

y/n: pls he really ate you up

lord i’m laughing now

namjoon: i figured

y/n: still love you tho 🤞🏽❤️

namjoon: love you too

was the soup in the fridge ?

y/n: no

namjoon: k i’ll order something when i get back ok ?

y/n: light it up like dynamite

YOONGI -

y/n: what if i had 1 hour to live and was going bald and my leg was broken and all my family was dying from cancer right now

yoongi: it’s 8am

y/n: what if

yoongi: it’s 8am

y/n: yoongi 🥺

yoongi: it is 8 am.

y/n: ok and i am gonna kms.

what now yoongi ? what now ??

yoongi: bye

y/n: what the frick bro

fuck you

you’re an opp fr

can’t trust anyone

not a soul not even your own bf

this is so sad

all they ever do is leave you in the dirt

this is what fame does to people

man this is so sad

all this money gets to them fr fr

i can’t believe it

you switched like a pussy lil bitch 💔🗣🙏🏽

agust d too famous for me 😓😓

omg am i the next rap monster but actually black ????

you should get them braids again bae 😍

could be twins

nvm i don’t like you forgot

suga flopped 🥱‼️

bts disband

skz outsold bts 🗣🗣🗣🗣

felix should replace suga 💯

agust d a flop 🙄

cyphers ain’t even that good

suga old asf

yoongi: i am trying

y/n: omg hey bae 😍😍❤️🥵🥰

yoongi: to sleep

y/n: without me 😩⁉️

yoongi: yes

y/n: omw to america rn btw like fr fr no joke /thisisnotajokeimbeingfr

yoongi: i know

y/n: i can tell you’re so excited ur so cute love you 💞

yoongi: yeah.

going to sleep now.

y/n: rest up bro ‼️‼️‼️

see you soon g 🥱🤞🏽

HOSEOK -

y/n: i had a dream you violently slammed me into a pile of bricks

you had me by the throat

hobi: my fault

y/n: my back is broken now

hobi: sorry

y/n: it’s ok i forgive you

hobi: thank you

y/n: just don’t do it again

hobi: i promise i won’t

y/n: don’t let me down

hobi: ok

y/n: we are in love

hobi: true

y/n: cool

hobi: went into a cake shop today

y/n: what did it smell like

hobi: roses

y/n: interesting

hobi: got a small cake with a strawberry on top

y/n: photo ?

hobi: i dropped it

y/n: oh

hobi: i took a picture of it on the floor tho do you want to see ?

y/n: please

TAEHYUNG -

tae: hiiii

y/n: saw a trumpet on the tv made me think about how shit you sound playing it

tae: fuck you i’ll be great one day

y/n: i take it back ur hot

tae: fanks

y/n: we can get matching trumpets

can we put like sequins on them or will that fuck up the sound or something?

tae: idk

y/n: you should

tae: can we drink tn?

y/n: we can make a lil marching band 🥺🥺🥺

tae: also can we not invite jin this time want it to just be us

y/n: we should learn how to play dynamite

tae: and we are gonna eat yesterday’s leftovers

y/n: but if i see your fucking feet out one time today marching band dreams will come to an end ok ?

tae: but idk if i’m really feeling leftovers yk???

y/n: make sure them dogs are LOCKED away

tae: yeah idk i’ll wait until it’s time to eat then i’ll decide

y/n: what ?

tae: huh?

why are you talking about my feet

y/n: they’re scary 😟

tae: i feel like we’re on the completely different pages rn

JUNGKOOK -

jk: what if i was spiderman ?

y/n: that would be hot

jk: yeah

y/n: why aren’t you spiderman?

jk: racism.

y/n: valid

jk: do you still think i’m hot even tho i’m not spiderman?

y/n: i guess

jk: thanks

y/n: yw

jk: sorry i’m not at my full potential

y/n: i forgive you

jk: ok

y/n: ok

jk: bought a rock today

y/n: a shiny one ?

jk: no

y/n: like just a normal one ?

jk: yeah

y/n: nice.

jk: ikr

y/n: how much was it?

jk: 4k

y/n: what

jk: 4,000

y/n: jungkook

jk: yeah

y/n: what the fuck

jk: the rock seller was very convincing

y/n: can you return it ?

jk: no

y/n: what does the rock do

jk: sit ?

y/n: oh

jk: i’m gonna draw a face on it

y/n: i think i’m gonna take your card for a bit

jk: oh

y/n: yeah

jk: did i do something wrong ?

JIMIN -

jimin: watched 10 fancams of myself today

y/n: watched 10 of v

jimin: go fuck him then ???

y/n: might do that

jimin: no don’t it was a joke /j /j /j /j

y/n: don’t joke like that got my hopes up for nothing 😔💔

jimin: you would never

y/n: try me

jimin: you make me sick

y/n: 🤞🏽🤞🏽

jimin: you make me hard

y/n: i would hope so

jimin: yeah

y/n: yeah

jimin: i’m in our room

y/n: ok

jimin: just thinking

y/n: nice to know your brain still does that

jimin: you ruined it

y/n: my bad bro 🙏🏽

jimin: bro ???

y/n: bestie ?

jimin: ur so annoying

y/n: i’ll try better myself for you jimin 😔

jimin: you cant

you’re too lost

y/n: find me jimin 🥺🥺

pls find me 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

jimin: i’ll try

y/n: that’s so hot 🤤🥵❤️‼️💯

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a very bam christmas! | jjk

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pairing: jungkook x reader, idol!au

summary: jungkook is finally home on christmas after touring the world with his best friends, you decide to gift him with the one thing he’s been begging santa for all year long

word count: 1k

a/n: welcome to fluffmas!!! my first fic for this event is of course for my ult bias JUNGKOOK <33333 god i love him so much anyways…. i know most of my readers aren’t bts fans so this prob won’t get a lot of interaction but that’s okay! if you do decide to read this i hope you enjoy it!!! feedback is always welcome! next fic will be draco :) 

“Jimin, you’re sure he’s the one Jungkook was looking at?” You asked the blonde man standing to your right. Jimin sent you a wide smile in return, “positive!” The two of you stood in front of the rows of kennels that held a variety of puppies and full grown dogs, staring at the tiny, brown doberman who’s eyes reminded you of Jungkook’s when he wanted you to make him some late night ramyeon. 

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[fkinavocado]

In which you’ve got textbook daddy issues and when your tool of a younger brother brings a sweet doe eyed girlfriend home for Thanksgiving and you end up offering her a ride home, you meet just the man to fix them.

Warning: 18+, smut, daddy kink, praise kink, age gap (older male/younger female), slow burn, angst, childhood trauma regarding domestic violence (non-sexual)

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Part 10 (Word count: 4K)

You were familiar with Harry’s bed, maybe a little too familiar even, but when he threw you onto it as if you were a rag doll you suddenly felt as if someone had pushed you on stage, all lights on you.

You’d been in bed with Harry before, you’d even fallen asleep against his chest. You’d been intimate. So why was it then that your heart was threatening to break free from your chest?

The way he was looking at you was ravenous. He was standing at the edge of the bed, undressing, his eyes never leaving yours. You tried to maintain eye contact, but his gaze was too intense and besides, you really wanted a better look at his tattoos, and even in the dim light the streetlamps cast upon his bedroom you could see him clearly.

“Enjoying the view, darling?” he smirked, noticing your eyes widening when he was finally topless. You’d seen him without his shirt before, if only just briefly, but somehow it didn’t quite register just how… fit he was. Of course you knew he was well built… but damn. He clearly worked out, you don’t just get all toned like that from… interior designing. When you didn’t even acknowledge him he chuckled then lowered his voice “You’re falling behind”

You then looked back up at him, for a second not even registering what he’d said. But then he was crawling on top of you, caging you in between his arms as he supported his weight on his elbows. He looked at you intently, brushing his fingers against your temple and then tucking a loose strand behind your ear “Cold feet?”

“No” you whispered back, taken aback a bit, your brows furrowing slightly. Why would he think that?

“You just… shut down, sometimes. Can’t figure out what goes on inside that pretty head of yours” he tapped your temple gently and smiled, and you could’ve just melted then and there. You just felt so… safe. So protected, cherished even. You couldn’t even explain why. He then kissed your forehead, smoothening the crease between your brows and the way this had gone from incredibly hot to incredibly sweet in a matter of seconds was sending you spiraling “Tell me what you’re thinking” he coaxed, his eyes softening, caressing along your cheekbone using the back of his fingers

You breathed out a smile “You’re the one that’s got a way with words, not me”

“Just wanna know what’s on your mind…” he looked at you from under hooded eyes “I’ve missed you”

Your breath caught; damn. It wasn’t just what, but the way he said it “I missed you, too” you could feel your smile growing on your face and he followed suit

“Yeah?”

“Of course. That’s why I’m here” you tilted your head to the side a little

“Thought you were here to save my career” he raised an eyebrow playfully

“That too. But mainly because I couldn’t stop thinking of how you’d waited for me on my front doorsteps last week” you blurted all that out before you could even process it properly. You just felt so relaxed, so at ease... that it just… slipped.

His dimples deepened “Yeah? That’s what you remember most about last Wednesday? My male ego doesn’t know how to feel about that” he creased his eyebrows smilingly and you huffed, rolling your eyes

“If you must know… yeah. That’s what I caught myself thinking about the most. I just pictured you smiling upwards at me, sitting there in the cold. Drove all the way up there to take me to see The Notebook...”

He gasped “That’s what that was?”

You giggled “Yeah!”

He chuckled, squeezing his eyes shut and rested his forehead against yours in mock defeat. He then raised his head, squinting his eyes at you “You played me dirty”

“I thought you enjoyed it”

“I did. I’m having an identity crisis now. You can’t do that to a man who’s already supposed to be going through a midlife crisis”

You scoffed “Oh, please. I’m surprised you made it this far without seeing it. You’re welcome”

He just smiled at you and after a moment of the both of you just staring at each other he tilted his head to the side and roamed his eyes across your face, his gaze finally landing back on yours “It’s surprising that you think about me waiting for you on those stairs. ‘Cause what comes to mind when I think about you isn’t something you’d probably expect either…" his eyes searched yours for a long moment "I could think about how I get lost in you when I kiss you, the way I kinda forget my own name for a moment there”

“Like this?” you raised your head a bit to brush your lips against his and he didn’t miss a bit, deepening the kiss immediately

“Exactly like that” he hummed “Trying to distract me? I was going somewhere with that”

“Ok, I’m listening”

“Where was I... “ he glanced at your lips and then smiled to himself as he bent to kiss you again but then pulled away just as you were readying yourself to close in the space “Ah, yes” he chuckled at your huff of despair “I could be thinking of the way your breath catches right when you’re about to come, your pretty eyes get all glazed under those thick lashes, your plump lips part and all I want to do is prolong it for as long as possible- love seeing you all flustered, like you don’t fit inside your own skin. But then when you reach your peak and your eyes roll back, and you whimper incoherent words… I swear I’ve never seen anything more beautiful” you pressed your thighs together, fidgeting under him and he smirked knowing that must’ve gotten you all hot and bothered “But that’s not what comes to mind either. What comes to mind... “ he scanned all over your face again before going on “Is when I took you into my arms that night that you snuck out. The way you flinched away when I’d meant to comfort you. I can’t get that out of my mind” he furrowed his brows, locking his jaw “I can’t forget how you melted into my arms and just cried your little heart out. And how right it felt to hold you. I never wanted to let you go” he tightened his arms around you. “I still don't” he whispered solemnly.

“Harry…” you were at a loss for words. You could feel your eyes begin to water and you knew he could see it, his frown deepening

“Don’t wanna let you go. I know I can’t-shouldn’t want you…” he sighed heavily, his body sinking against yours bringing you impossibly close “But I do. I want all of you. This is not a game to me, Y/N. Never was. But you coming here tonight… got me hoping. Hoping that you’d let me be the one to hold you like that, to chase away your demons. Never want to see you shield away like that… ever”. Your tears had started silently rolling down your cheeks and off to the sides and he bent, kissing each of them away as he murmured all that to you “Never want to see you cry, my sweet girl. Please don’t cry” he sighed heavily, resting his forehead against yours once again as you held your breath, trying to stop your tears from falling

“Harry… you don’t even know me” you finally said, an edge to your voice but he silenced you when he kissed you ardently. You couldn’t even remember what you were going to say by the time he pulled away

“I know enough. And I know that I've been fighting this long enough. Listen to me” he waited till you looked at him “I want this. I want you. You don’t have to say anything right now if you’re not ready... “ he then added with a smirk, pressing his groin against you eliciting a gasp “Still gonna fuck you, don’t you worry”

“Please... “ you mewled as he pressed himself just right against you “I can’t think straight”

“Awh, my poor baby” he coaxed “I’ll make it all better. Daddy’s gonna take real good care of you, hm?”

You shuddered, rolling your eyes closed. After that rollercoaster of emotions you just needed something you could make sense of. You needed to just feel, no thoughts, no doubts.

He made to pull back but you wrapped your hands around his neck, attacking his mouth and he hummed low in his chest at your eagerness “Please” you repeated against his mouth in between kisses “Please fuck me, daddy” you tugged on his lower lip as you stole a glimpse at him, watching him crease his eyebrows, his eyes closed, his heavy breathing falling in shallow puffs against the top of your cheekbones “Need to feel you. All of you” you sneaked your hand in between your bodies and gasped when you finally touched his rock-hard erection through just the boxers he was still wearing. Meanwhile, you were still fully clothed, you hadn’t even had the chance to take off your shoes.

He groaned loudly and finally pulled away to sit on his heels so that he could undress you. He tipped off your boots and threw them over his shoulder and to the ground with a loud thud, and you just sat there looking at him, biting on your knuckle nervously. He never broke eye contact as he pulled your jeans off and then surprised you, grabbing your waist and swiftly maneuvering you so that you were now straddling him.

You giggled and raised an eyebrow “Showing off?”

“You haven’t seen anything yet” he grabbed you gently from behind your neck and pulled you to him, kissing you. You just couldn’t get close enough to each other. You were still wearing your panties but you couldn’t wait any longer, so you scooted a bit lower down his body until you hovered right above his crotch and you felt his breath hitch. You couldn’t tease him even if you tried, you needed this just as much as he did, so you sank down against his hard length, making sure to grind against him until he was poking right at your entrance

“Fuck, Y/N! Get this off!” he pushed your shirt upwards and his authoritative tone only drenched your panties further as you complied obediently. “Wait, wait!” he halted you just before you were about to unclasp your bra, exhaling through his nose as if to compose himself “I don’t wanna rush this. Wanna make it last. But fuck if I don’t wanna throw all that out the window looking at you now, baby. You’re killin’ me”

You bit your lower lip as you watched him roam his eyes all over your body. He looked absolutely out of his mind. His eyes finally made their way back to yours and his fingers went to your bra straps, hooking them underneath the straps and running them up and down their undersides “You’re so fucking beautiful. Look at you…” he then pushed the straps reverently over your shoulders, causing the bra to loosen against your chest and your breast to overflow over its cups. He was panting heavily by now, tracing his fingers over your shoulders and down the sloop of your breasts, caressing the tops of them with the back of his fingers “So beautiful” you could feel his cock twitch against you and you mewled, absolutely desperate for him to speed things up a bit. But you also enjoyed feasting your eyes on his naked torso, he was absolutely spectacular, and although you’d been so eager to inspect his tattoos you couldn’t stop your eyes from going right back to his face. You were drunk on seeing him look at you like that. He looked absolutely feral.

“I know baby” he coaxed “Daddy’s not teasing you. I just wanna savour you. Never want this to end. C’mere” he whispered that last part and you bent to kiss him again, pushing your breasts into his waiting hands and he groaned, kneading at them through the padding. When your lips touched, he finally unclasped it, pulling it off of you and tossing it aside like it was some sort of constricting snake around your body that he’d been desperate to get rid of. As soon as your tits were on full display he immediately thrust his hips upwards, almost as if he couldn’t control the animalistic urge, pushing the tip of his cock right against you, nudging inside of you a little bit, even through your undergarments, making you both groan audibly.

He didn’t let up though, he kept thrusting, slowly but steadily. He maneuvered you so that your breasts hung right in front of his face and he latched his lips hungrily onto each of your nipples at a time, lathering them in his saliva before suckling on them intently. He held you by the hips, pushing you against him in time with his shallow thrusts and you couldn’t believe it but you were already on the brink of an orgasm by that alone “Oh, God! Oh, my God! Ah!” you shrieked in disbelief when you came but he didn’t let you recover, flipping you over again so that he was on top. You barely registered him removing both of your lingerie and fumbling into his nightstand; you were a heaving mess, still tingling all over and terribly confused as to how he’d managed to make you orgasm on that alone.

After he rolled the condom onto himself watching you recover from your high, but only barely, he bent to kiss you once more “Not too late to change your mind, baby”

You just kissed him back all the more ardently, desperate for him to make good of his promise. Without breaking the kiss, he grabbed from underneath your left thigh, pushing your knee back slightly as he nudged himself in between your legs until he was perfectly aligned with you, and he was so hard that he didn’t even need to guide himself into you, pushing himself inside inch by delicious inch. Your breath caught, and you actually whined against his open mouth, he was stretching you to your absolute limit, even after that orgasm you were still not ready to take him. You’d known this, of course, and had mentally pep-talked yourself to muster through the initial discomfort but this was even worse than when you’d lost your virginity.

He soothed you, kissing the corner of your mouth “Shhh, almost there, baby. Doing so good, taking daddy so well” his voice had an edge to it and you knew he must’ve been using all his concentrated energy not to push inside you in one swift thrust of his hips. He kept pushing in slowly, retreating a bit and then advancing some more and it felt like he’d been going at it since forever. But your whines were little by little replaced by moans and by the time he bottomed out inside you, you could feel yourself clenching around him deliciously. His brows were furrowed in concentration, his eyes tightly shut and you wondered how you’d ever gone without this. The feeling was euphoric. You finally felt whole in every sense of the word.

You kept waiting for him to move but all he did was pant heavily, not moving a muscle and you took his face between your palms, kissing his lips softly and raising your other knee to bring both your legs over his hips, sliding him in even deeper. He was definitely hitting your cervix and you knew it’d take some getting used to before the pain would ease away entirely, but it stung so good. You crossed your ankles, in a moment of bravery, pushing him somehow even further inside of you and he finally opened his eyes, looking at you hazily as he broke the kiss. He got your message loud and clear, and when you felt him pull away a bit you let out a shuddered breath only to have the air knocked out of your lungs completely when he pushed back in “Fuck” he cursed under his breath “You’re so damn tight” he gritted between his teeth

You shook your head vigorously “You’re huge”

“Taking me so well” he grunted the very last word as he pumped into you more intently “So wet for me. I can feel you all over my thighs, baby girl. So, so wet and so good for me” he kissed you again, his tongue stroking yours in sink with his thrusts and then he pulled back, sitting back on his heels watching himself go in and out of you as he held your thighs spread open “Fuck me… “ he whispered to himself “Look at you. Fucking perfect. And you feel even better” he threw his head back, taking a few deep breaths in. He angled himself differently and your back arched off the mattress “Yeah? Like that, baby? Did daddy find your sweet spot?”

“Yes, fuck yes. Please…”

“Please what, doll? Gotta tell daddy what you want, so I can give. it. to. you.” he punctuated each word with a sharp thrust and you saw stars, rolling your eyes back in pure ecstasy. Honestly, you were perfectly content for him to keep doing what he was doing, but your traitorous body craved more

“Please, don’t stop”

“Oh, I’m not stopping. I never wanna stop, wanna keep fucking this pretty pussy of yours until you walk funny, you hear me?” his voice low and guttural, his eyes absolutely black with lust. He swatted his fingers against your clit sharply and you mewled loudly “Answer me!”

“Yes, yes, daddy! Just like that. I love it. God, you’re so deep…” you thrashed your head against the pillow “You’re gonna ruin me” you whined

He redoubled his efforts at that, making you scream as he pounded into you, his mouth agape as he watched transfixed as your breasts bounced in time with his trusts “I want to ruin you. Want to ruin you for anyone else. Want you just for m’self. How’d I end up such a lucky bastard to be fucking such a sweet little thing like you, hm? Anyone ever fuck you like this before, baby girl?”

You were surprised he could even talk as he kept pounding into you mercilessly “No, God no!”

“Course no one did, those poor wankers wouldn’t know what to do with a woman like you. So fucking perfect you are. Daddy’s perfect little slut” he slapped the back of your thigh so hard you just knew he’d leave a mark, but then he grabbed your leg and placed it over his shoulder making you yell, reaching out and clutching onto his hands. He chuckled and decided to give you something to occupy yourself, pushing his index and middle fingers inside your mouth “Suck” he instructed harshly and you quickly complied, closing your eyes and moaning against his fingers as you slobbered them in your saliva “Fuck, you’re so hot. Such a dirty little thing. How’s it feel to have daddy treat you right, princess? Hm?” he retreated his fingers with a thick string of saliva before taking them between your legs and focusing them on your swollen clit. You felt your eyes water, it was too much, you felt like you were going to burst both emotionally and physically “Yes, c’mon baby, I can feel it, you’re about to burst aren’t you my sweet girl? Daddy’s just fucking this pussy that good, hm? You could barely take me minutes ago now you can’t get enough of me. Such a good little slut for daddy”

You felt your tears roll down your cheeks, you weren’t sure why you were crying, you just knew it felt like an outer body experience “Is daddy hurting you, baby? Do you want me to stop?” concern lined his voice and you shook your head frantically before he could even begin to slow down

“Please, please don’t stop. I just… it’s so fucking good” your voice was hoarse and you could feel your body convulsing slightly “Please, daddy. Wanna come so bad. Can I?”

He moaned, hearing you so out of your mind with pleasure “Yes, baby, come for daddy, I’m right there with you” he quickened his fingers against your clit and and held the ankle of your leg he’d thrown over his shoulder with his other hand for leverage as he fucked even harder into you.

You were barely aware of the tears that kept flowing as your whole body seemed to catch on fire, a wave of heat washing all over you, finally lighting that spark within you that made you lose your mind completely. He rode it out with you, and as your spasms seemed to be going on forever you could feel him pulse inside you as you heard the most animalistic growl you’d ever heard from a man before. His release was absolutely primal, making your own release prolong considerably at the sight of his contorted face- he looked absolutely sinful.

You took the sight of him in, a slick coat of sweat was covering him as well as dripping from his ringlets that adorned his forehead, but the way his butterfly tattoo was glistening had you raise your head slightly from the pillow “Did I just…”

He smirked, raising an eyebrow “Completely drenched me”

“Oh, God” you sighed, completely spent and winced as you felt him pull away. You wiped at your eyes, remembering you’d cried right at the end for some reason, a reason that was slowly beginning to ebb into your mind, and you heard the rubber snap as Harry tied its end and threw it aside, reaching for you and taking you into his arms. He was clammy and his skin was cooling off, making you shiver

“Are you sure you’re all right? You had me worried just then” you could feel his heartbeat hammering against your cheek

“Positive. I’m more than all right” you looked at him dreamily “Completely spent, though”

He tutted “Let’s grab a shower. Need to change the sheets, and, besides. You gotta help me get that project up and running before 10pm and I’m scared to check what time it is”

You whined “I almost passed out and you want me to stand on my feet, let alone use my brain? How are you not already asleep, anyway?”

He reached for a watch he had lying on the nightstand “Good, just half past 8. Plenty of time for that shower, and I’ll show you just how awake I am, hm? Fuck that bratty attitude out of you” he bit your earlobe

“You’re kidding! Are you planning on killing me tonight or something?”

“Or something” he chuckled, kissing your temple before pulling you out of bed and dragging you into the en suite. Something told you you weren’t going to get any sleep anytime soon.

A/N: surprise, surprise! i didn't announce this update cuz i didn't want a repeat of last weekend, yet here i am, posting this at 3:30am yet again... fml. hope you enjoyed❤! i honestly can't wait to delve deeper into this but i really wanna hear from you guys. i had a really hard time getting through this chapter, it was super emotional for me.

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