Are you planning to write more chapters of moonstone ?:) I loved it and I’m pretty curious how it will continue :3
Hello! Thank you, I'm so glad you enjoyed it 🙈 Sadly I haven't been writing for about a year now, went through a rough time in life and ever since then I just never felt inspired to pick up writing again... That being said I can't say I won't write again, I really might get back into it when I'm in a more stable situation and mindset, I just really don't want to make any promises. One more thing is that during the time I wasn't writing, I was reading a lot and I got into some things pretty different from what I was writing (namely ships tbh 👉👈), so if I start writing again it might be pretty different from my previous stuff and possibly something a lot of my followers might not enjoy, which is why I'm not sure if I would post my stuff here or move somewhere else. Particularly in the case of Moonstones, I might have wanted to rewrite it regardless of whether I change my style or not, since looking back at it now, I hurried it too much and wasn't happy with where it was starting to go - my original intention was a bit different and I was too impatient... Anyways, I'm sorry it's taking me this huge paragraph to answer to a simple question, but since I haven't been on this blog in a while, I wanted to take the opportunity and let anyone who might be curious know what's up! Also sorry to the people who sent asks before - by the time I felt good enough to answer it just seemed like it was way to o late already, but I did read every single one of them and I appreciate them all💜 It's crazy to me how I haven't posted anything for such a long time and yet there are still notifications coming in everyday - I never felt like my writing deserves it, but I am grateful all the same. TL;DR : not sure if or when I'll write again and if I do, not sure if it'll be here or somewhere else (like ao3) and it might be a lot different. If anyone wants to ask something or just talk, I will be here💜
Genre: Smut, angst, university!AU
Word count: 9k
Description: A frat party, some honest talks with a friend, meaningless pleasure - all is harmless fun until feelings get involved.
Warnings: Explicit mature content, swearing
Author’s note: I completely rewrote the last few pages twice because I was just not satisfied, but finally I think this is okay for me. :D This was originally supposed to be just a working title, but I like it for some reason, so I didn’t change it, even if it’s vague af. Also I’ve been meaning to write something for Yoongi for months now, but hey, look at me typing out another Jimin piece... :D Hope you enjoy reading this while waiting for Hixtape!
You didn’t quite understand how you ended up alone with Jimin in his room, but here you two were, while the rest of the house was drowning in party noises. Usually in these kinds of situations you would end up with Taehyung or Jungkook or even Jungkook’s girl, since one of them was always bound to be the designated driver, not to mention that you and Jimin weren’t even that close, compared to some other people from your friend group. However this time the party was in the boys’ frat house, meaning the designated driver wasn’t needed, so you were fully prepared to be the only sober one, and definitely didn’t expect Jimin to join you. But like he said when he refused a cup of beer from Tae - he had a dance practice to attend early in the morning, which lead you two to lounge in his room, alone together for the first time probably, learning you had more things to talk about than you could’ve ever expected.
“So what really pushed me to break up with her, was how entitled she felt when it came to sex,” you ended up sharing bad relationship stories and Jimin was telling you about why exactly he dumped the dancer girl he was dating last semester.
“What do you mean entitled? I thought you were the kind of person who enjoyed having sex a lot?” You felt bad for assuming, but Jimin’s active sex life was something you’ve heard being discussed among your friends more than once before.
“Oh, not that I didn’t want sex, it’s just when it comes to give and take… you know,” Jimin trailed off and your expression must’ve told him that you didn’t exactly know, since he burst out laughing, “I barely ever got a blowjob from her but she expected me to eat her out every time we got sexual,” Jimin explained, while scratching the back of his neck, the slight shyness being something you hadn’t associated with the confident handsome male, “Sorry if it’s too much information,” he added after a beat and you chuckled reassuring him.
“This is fine, if anything my period disaster story was more tmi.” You both laughed and you couldn’t help thinking about how easy it was for you to relax around Jimin. That was probably what prompted you to ask the next question.
“I guess there’re a lot of girls who don’t particularly enjoy giving blowjobs, but what I don’t get is why she’d be so obsessed with getting oral? I mean it’s one of the least pleasurable foreplays and I can’t even imagine it being the main course,” Jimin looked at you as if you’d just grown a second head.
“You must have never experienced good oral,” He stated and you both laughed hard, but once you calmed down, the smile left your face and you started thinking more about it.
“I mean… I just never considered that it could be good, you know? They just wiggle their tongues all over the place and look at you expecting you to come then and there?” Jimin folded in half laughing and despite your sudden concerns you felt endeared by his reactions.
“Honey, you really need to reconsider who you sleep with,” Jimin teased and you threw a pillow at him, huffing in annoyance, since you didn’t want to admit that he was probably right.
“Well if you know anyone who could eat me good, I’ll be waiting for recommendations,” you settled on Jimin’s bed, staring at the ceiling, not even realizing how silent it suddenly got in the room.
“Um… I could do it for you? I mean try… I mean unless you think it would be weird? Because it totally doesn’t have to be! It could be just one friend helping another friend experience new things… Wow I just totally made it weird didn’t I? Forget I said anything,” Jimin clenched his jaw in embarrassment and all you could do was stare at his side profile and try to process whether he just said what you think he said.
You’d be lying if you said you’ve never thought of Jimin in that way, or even imagined it to be honest, but it was always just that – fantasies about your ridiculously attractive friend, which you never considered acting upon. However now, that the offer was on the plate all of your secret fantasies came flooding your mind, shutting out the rational part of your brain and screaming that this was probably the only chance you’d ever get with Jimin. You weren’t dumb, you knew it wouldn’t mean anything and it would be a one-time thing that could possibly fuck up your friendship big time and make things awkward in your friend group… but at the same time your suppressed crush was already awakened and you knew you wanted it to happen, deep inside your subconscious you’ve wanted this to happen ever since you met Jimin, and now he was the one offering. Things don’t have to be awkward if we don’t make it awkward – you tell this to yourself as you roll on the side to face Jimin.
“You would do that for me?” You ask, obviously implying that you didn’t find his offer weird.
“Um… sure? That’s what friends are for,” you would have argued that that’s not what friends are for at all, but your core was already tensing at the idea of what would happen next, so you settled back on your back and gave Jimin a look telling him you would actually take him up on his offer.
“Right now?” Jimin looks at you, then at the door separating the two of you from the rest of the party.
“If we don’t do it now, I don’t think we’ll ever do it,” you laugh and Jimin can’t argue with that. He moves to lock the door and comes back to the bed, still not quite looking like his usual confident self.
“Are you sure you won’t feel weird after this? I know I won’t, but I don’t want to pressure you…” Jimin trails off and you gently grasp his hand, smiling reassuringly.
“It’s not going to be weird if we don’t let it be,” you smile, encouraging both him and yourself and he smiles back at you, moving closer and obviously hesitating where to start.
“Is it okay if we kiss a little? It feels weird diving right in,” Jimin chuckles and you join him, nodding.
He moves to hover above you and places his warm palm on your cheek, the other hand holding his weight above you. You breathe fast, nervous to have his face so close to yours, to feel his warm breath on your lips. Before you know it, the distance is gone and he’s kissing you, just light pecks at first. Soon enough it turns into soft, gentle kisses and you abandon your nerves and kiss him back too. You forget that the situation isn’t exactly romantic so you can’t help the tiny disappointment when he moves away before you can even part your lips for him.
He smiles reassuringly and you see his pretty lips in a whole new light, not that you don’t have to imagine how they feel anymore.
“May I?” Jimin asks as his hands settle on the waist of your jeans.
“Go ahead,” you lift your ass up when he unbuttons your pants and help him shimmy them down your legs, before they end up on the floor.
Jimin’s fingers trace the band of your panties and you’re silently thanking the sex gods for choosing to wear black lace, instead of your comfortable cute cotton ones. Not that you had to impress anyone – you remind yourself.
“Almost seems like you planned to seduce someone tonight,” Jimin comments, as his finger traces patterns on the front of your panties, teasing.
“Well is it working?” You reply cheekily and Jimin laughs, “definitely wasn’t planning on seducing you though,” you add and he feigns hurt, last of his nerves leaving to be replaced with his easy going confidence.
“Wasn’t planning on giving you the orgasm of your life either, but here I am about to do it,” Jimin bites back and you want to argue with his cocky statement, but as soon as you open your mouth he cups your sex firmly, making you shut your lips to suppress a moan. He massages your crotch through the panties before using one finger to slide them to the side and rub it over your opening.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, and you expect him to tease you about being this wet for him, but he does none of that. He slaps your thigh, earning a surprised gasp from you, and you lift your ass up again, to let him rid you of your underwear, with much less patience than when he was taking care of your jeans.
“Open up,” he demands and you don’t even think of arguing as you spread yourself open for Jimin to see.
He settles on his knees between your thighs and grips them tight as he dives in to your pussy. First thing he does is lick all the way up your slit, gathering your juices and humming against you as if he was enjoying the taste.
“You taste really good baby and I’m not just saying that,” Jimin says, looking at you with hooded eyes. All you can do is bite your lip and throw your head back.
“Well I’m not feeling the appeal of oral just yet, babe,” you half lie once you gather your thoughts back, because to be honest, even if you weren’t getting much pleasure from the act itself just yet, the fact that it was Jimin breathing against your pussy, looking nothing short of a sex fantasy, was messing with your hormones in all the right ways.
Instead of biting back, he scoffs and sucks on your entrance one last time before engulfing your clit with his plump lips and sucking hard. You can’t help clenching your walls, because, fuck, it does feel good. He sucks on your clit the way you’d suck on the tip of a dick and inside your head you’re practically shouting ‘fuck yes, this is how you do it!’.
He occasionally rubs his tongue against your clit too but the sucking doesn’t stop until you’re about to start moving your hips against his face, but before you can do that he opens his mouth wider and slides his stiffened tongue inside you, while still mouthing at your clit.
You moan without any shame, because this boy deserves to know exactly what he’s doing to you. Jimin hums against you, and grips your hips, forcing you to pretty much ride his pretty face. You don’t hold back anymore, releasing sounds of pleasure at his every move, his hot wet mouth sucking you, fucking you with his tongue, making you desperate to rub against him for every last bit of friction as your walls start constricting. Jimin grunts against you as he forces his face as hard against you as possible and slaps the side of your ass, and the fact how hot he looks and how hot the situation is, is what drives you over the edge. You grab his hair, holding him close as you ride the wave of your orgasm out, breathless chants of ‘Jimin’ the only thing you can think of to say while your vision blurs and your body tenses and then completely relaxes with the wave of white hot pleasure.
When you start getting sensitive, you let go of Jimin’s messy hair, but instead of moving away, he starts licking up your cum, the wet slurping sounds making you embarrassed, but it seemed like Jimin found this the most normal thing to do. Your thighs trembled and you unintentionally tried to move away because of the sensitivity, but Jimin held you firmly in place until he was done enjoying you. He kissed all the way up your inner thigh to your knee, as he was getting up and it all felt so intimate you had almost forgotten this was supposed to be just meaningless fun, so you couldn’t help your heart sinking with disappointment just a little when instead of holding you or kissing you, Jimin dropped on the bed a foot away beside you and gave you a satisfied smirk.
“So how was it?”
“It was really really good and I understand your ex completely,” you decided to admit, even if you’d feel embarrassed about praising him like this tomorrow, he deserved it.
“Glad to meet one more girl who loves my mouth and doesn’t want to suck my dick,” Jimin jokes but instead of laughing along you bite your lip and clench your thighs together as you roll on the side to face Jimin. It was now or never, and honestly you’ve already crossed the line anyways.
“I want to suck your dick, Jimin,” you admit in all seriousness and Jimin’s laughter dies out. He looks at you, trying to figure out if this was your way of joking.
“Are you serious? Why would you want to suck my dick?” Jimin looked confused and not ready to take you seriously.
“For the same reason you wanted to eat my pussy?” You shoot back, not ready to straight out admit that you just simply want to suck his dick for the sake of it. And because his existence suddenly seems like the hottest thing ever. And because you could probably cum again if he fucked your mouth. No, you weren’t ready to tell him that, and frankly, he didn’t ever need to know.
Jimin still looked like he wasn’t taking you seriously, so you went to search for your ruined panties, put them back on, and then faced him, hands on your hips.
“So? The offer’s not going to stand the forever,” it was your turn to tease him and he scrambled to get up and scoot closer to the edge of the bed.
“Are you serious about this? I mean of course I’d like that, but you really don’t have to…” You smile and move the messy hair away from his forehead with your fingers.
“Now I see what your problem is, you spoil your girls too generously, of course they won’t blow you if you insist it’s not necessary,” you joke and Jimin huffs and catches your hand which was playing with his hair.
“I’m not like this with usually.”
“Oh so am I special?” You could swear Jimin blushed a little as he slapped your thigh annoyed, “besides, this isn’t all for you. I want an honest feedback, because I can never tell if they genuinely enjoy it or just say so in hoped of getting their dick sucked again.”
Jimin finally relaxed, laughing a little, and moved to the very edge of the bed, sitting down with legs wide open.
“Is this position okay?” He asks changing topic and you chuckle as you realize you’d actually made him embarrassed before.
“It will be once you take off your jeans, that shit is difficult,” you both laugh and you sit back on the carpet as he stands up again and strips his jeans off, revealing his toned dancer thighs, that had always tormented you during summer shorts season.
His erection was visible through the dark blue underwear and you were almost drooling once you realized he had a thick cock. You didn’t get girls raving about long dicks, sure it was important to some extent, but what really mattered to you was the girth, and Jimin looked as if he’d stretch you so deliciously good, making you feel completely full.
You had to shake off such thoughts, since you weren’t here for that. It was disappointing that you wouldn’t have Jimin’s pretty dick inside you, but at least you’d be able to taste him, and that thought had you aroused all over again. You clenched your thighs together and got up on your knees between Jimin’s thighs, as he sat down again, looking at you intently and waiting for your move.
You started by teasing just like he did – moving his hoodie out of the way and caressing the skin just above his waistband. The little peak of his tone stomach made you want to lick him all over so you did just that, moving in and following the same path of your fingers with your tongue. You felt Jimin’s muscles tense and took it that he enjoyed that, so you blew cold air on his wet skin and repeated it all over again. Your free hand caressed over his thigh, massaging the muscle and digging your nails in, before releasing and caressing softly again, slowly getting closer to where he wanted your touch the most.
You couldn’t ignore his pretty cock anymore, so you finally caressed him just so softly over the fabric, knowing it was more of a torture than relief for the man.
“Baby,” Jimin grunted and you cocked your head back to look at his frustrated expression, “I didn’t tease you that much.”
“Well, it felt like you did,” you giggled innocently, but gave in and grasped his dick properly this time, jerking it over the material a few times.
You could see a tiny wet spot near the head and you licked over it, as if you’d actually be able to taste it. Jimin brushed your hair away from your face, enjoying the show, but trying to urge you subtly.
“Please,” he whispered and there was something unexplainably hot about him begging you like that. You’ve never expected this to happen but now that it was happening, you wanted to stretch it out as long as possible, never wanting to stop.
Nonetheless, you couldn’t deny Jimin either, so you grasped the band of this underwear and he helped you pull it all the way down.
Once you settled back in your place, his cock was waiting for attention, all pretty, thick and veiny – a stark contrast standing against his black hoodie. You took it near the tip and laid a few tiny kisses on the head, digging your tongue into the slit to taste the precum and earning a hiss from Jimin. You engulfed the tip between your lips and started sucking him lightly, your tongue caressing the smooth skin, digging into it only to caress it softly again. Your sucking got harder and soon enough you started taking more and more of him into your mouth, until he was as far in as comfortably possible, instead of sucking you tightened your lips around him and started fucking him with your mouth, moving your lips halfway off and then taking him in again.
Jimin’s grunts and gasps and tiny whispered praises were getting louder and more desperate so you decided to step it up by grasping his balls and fondling them in your palm, massaging them not entirely softly but not hard enough to hurt. You started sucking again and Jimin’s moan went straight to your pussy. You could feel the wetness pooling between your legs again and couldn’t help rubbing your thighs, trying to get friction as well while you moaned around Jimin’s cock.
You knew it felt really good when Jimin’s hips buckled just slightly, so you started moaning around his dick on purpose, looking Jimin in the eyes as he met your gaze, not daring to look away. You saw his eyes follow your hand as it slipped between your thighs to offer yourself at least a bit of relief. Jimin couldn’t hold back from grasping your hair between his fingers.
“Can I please fuck your mouth?” He asked breathless and instead of moving off his dick to give him an answer, you held onto his hips with both hands and pulled him in closer. He took it as permission and started carefully bucking his hips into your face, while he held your head close. You couldn’t stop moaning, and it wasn’t for Jimin’s pleasure anymore, but because the way he fucked your mouth with his pretty dick was getting you close to cumming again.
“Fuck baby, get off I’m about to cum,” Jimin urged you off his dick and started pumping it with expert moves himself. You’ve never found a man masturbating quite as hot as you did now, waiting for him to shoot his load.
“Cum in my mouth, Jimin,” you said before you could think, but Jimin didn’t have the mind to think much of it as he swore and put the tip of his dick on your stuck out tongue. His cum shot inside your mouth in multiple spurts, letting you taste the weird, slightly salty, slightly sour substance, but all you could think in that moment was how hot it was. You sucked his tip until Jimin whined in sensitivity and then you let him go and surprised the man by swallowing everything. It wasn’t that you enjoyed this kind of thing, you just really enjoyed doing this with his cum.
Jimin’s head dropped back and he swore again, as you rested your head on his thigh and chuckled.
“Not to make it weird, but you have a really pretty dick,” you chuckled, caressing the soft skin of his thigh, marked with pink scratches from your groping.
“You just sucked my soul out through my dick, nothing can make this weird at this point,” Jimin laughed and finally looked at you again, meeting your eyes with an emotion, you couldn’t quite put your finger on, “come here,” he whispered and even though you didn’t get what he meant, your body followed with a will of its own.
Jimin led you to straddle his lap and you would’ve thought about how close his softening dick was to your clothed core, but your thoughts were swept clean when Jimin held your face in his palms and just kissed you. No questions asked, no explanations needed, he just kissed you, and you hugged his head close as you kissed him back. It was more intense than the first time, but it was more meaningful too, and you thought you could describe it best as being honest. It felt like you both abandoned any thoughts or worries and just let yourselves fully indulge what you wanted. Open mouths, hot breaths, wet sounds, the taste of Jimin – your thoughts were a mess of all those things tangling together, as Jimin pulled you closer and closer against himself and you both couldn’t, didn’t want to stop. You kissed him the way you’d kiss someone you love and if your mind was working, the thought would have scared the shit out of you, but your mind was just Jimin, Jimin, Jimin.
“Fuck me Jimin,” you whispered against his swollen lips without any fear of rejection, because in that moment there was no doubt Jimin was just as lost in you as you were in him. He moved you away just a little to take your sweater off, followed by your bra, and for that moment you chose to lie to yourself and allow yourself to pretend he was yours and you were his.
You tried to take off his hoodie too but he beat you to it and threw away the last piece of clothing, which was separating you, himself. He admired your body and instead of feeling self-conscious under his stare, you felt precious, pretty and soft. And Jimin himself was gorgeous beyond what you had imagined. This was supposed to be meaningless sex between friends, but it felt like the most meaningful sex you would ever have and it was both scary and exciting at the same time.
Jimin kissed you again, kissed your neck until it was pink all over and then kissed you some more, his hands soft on the skin of your back, your breasts, your tummy, your ass, your thighs, as he jostled you up, over his dick, which was standing hard again.
“May I?” He asked and you nodded, sealing his lips with a kiss again, as he buried his dick inside you, stretching you even better than you predicted. You moaned and hugged him close, overwhelmed with the sudden feeling of fullness, and Jimin was patient with you, waiting for you to move first, even when you could feel how tense with need he was. You kissed his neck along the protruding vein, only for Jimin to catch your lips again, kissing you with a smile. You held onto his shoulders as you finally circled your hips and the sweet pleasure got you bucking into Jimin right away. He sat propped on one hand as the other was playing with your breast, licking his lips while he let you desperately rut against him, pleased with how much you enjoyed having his dick inside you. Once your movements turned to slow, deep grinding, Jimin’s hand grasped your ass tightly and he started fucking up into you, his movements much harder and sharper than yours and you choked on his name, face contorted in pleasure, hidden in Jimin’s neck where you distracted yourself by sucking on his salty skin.
“Fuck baby, does it feel good?” Jimin grumbled, turning his head to look for your lips again.
“So so good Jiminie, you fuck me so good,” you mumbled against his lips, the kiss a mess of lips and tongue and teeth, gasps and moans tangled in between.
Jimin fucked you hard, tirelessly pumping all the way in and soon enough your body tensed all around him, your tightened walls forcing a loud moan out of him, followed by your chants of ‘Jiminie, fuck’.
Jimin carefully fucked you through your orgasm and once you relaxed completely, he laid you down on the bed. You wrapped your wobbly legs around him, as he entered you again and not waiting for anything he started pumping hard right away, harder than he could have from beneath you. He sucked on your neck and you kissed his ear, whispering in it.
“Cum for me Jiminie, cum inside me, I want you to fill me up so bad,” your dirty talk got him moaning your name and a few more strokes in he froze, spilling his cum inside you and settling his body weight on yours. The weight felt comfortable and you felt like you were glowing as you stroked Jimin’s hair, feeling his cum trickle out of you as he pulled out. You clenched your walls trying to keep it in for a bit longer and were surprised when Jimin rubbed over your pussy, catching the cum that had slipped out and rubbing it all over your sex.
“Fuck you’re so hot, you have no idea,” he grumbled before stealing your breath away with a kiss, possibly the most desperate one you had shared, and his desperation reminded you that it was the last one you’d share, so you poured all of your most secret feelings into it, hoping that by the time morning came, they would all be gone.
You spent the night at Jimin’s, cuddling in your sleep, only to find the bed empty in the morning, Jimin having already left for his dance practice. You weren’t surprised and you didn’t expect anything else, but you couldn’t help the tiny seed of disappointment when he didn’t even text you the next day, and the next one, and the whole following week. You didn’t text much before that – you reminded yourself when you went to have a movie night with your group of friends the next weekend. All would have been well if he had treated you the same as before, however you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was avoiding you, never staying alone with you, never looking at you longer than a second, sitting as far away from you as possible.
You weren’t particularly hurt, you never allowed yourself want anything more with him to begin with, but what bothered you was the fact that you went ahead and slept with a friend and now it was awkward in your friend group. You promised each other not to make it weird and he went ahead and started avoiding you. You’d only be lying to yourself if you said it didn’t make you at least a bit angry with Jimin, but if that was the way he wanted to deal with it, then fine. Two could play that game.
Every time you hung out with your friends you made sure to not even look in Jimin’s direction, let alone speak with him. It wasn’t particularly difficult considering there were more than ten people in your group when everyone gathered, and you usually hung out with Tae, Jungkook and Lisa the most anyways.
It was a month later during a bonfire at Hoseok’s place that your friends started catching onto something. There was a bunch of people and while most of them were dancing by the pool, you were hanging out with Jennie on the lounge chairs, on the opposite side of water.
“So I never got to ask you,” Jennie started, changing the topic from your philosophy homework.
“About what?”
“Remember that last party at the guys’ frat house?” She was playing with a bottle of beer in her hands and you couldn’t quite understand why she’d bring that up now.
“Sure, what about it?”
“You went with Jimin to his room and didn’t come out for the rest of the night,” it was more of a statement than a question, but you already expected everyone would have noticed.
“Yeah, I slept over in his room?” You urged her to get to the point, oblivious to what she could be getting at, since there was no way anyone would suspect things that actually happened. Or so you believed, at least.
“Did something happen?” Your expression must have been one of shock, because she was quick to clarify, “I mean, did you two fight or something? The last month I just can’t help but feel like you two are avoiding each other, and it’s not just me that feels like that, if I’m being honest…”
“Jennie… nothing happened, okay? I don’t know why you guys would think that, but we’re not avoiding each other at all!” You lied and you weren’t sure if Jennie was buying it, so you added, “we just really didn’t have much to talk about, so I guess that might be why we don’t try to interact that much?”
Lies, blatant lies. Jennie however seemed to believe you, she just looked slightly disappointed for some reason.
“That’s weird, we all thought you two would click well…” She smiled as if shaking negative thoughts away and sipped away at her beer, but her words got you curious.
“’We’? You guys talk about me and Jimin?” Jennie chuckled embarrassed and for a moment it looked like she was torn whether to tell you something or not.
“Well, I know we shouldn’t talk behind your back, buuuut… we all kinda thought that there was some sexual tension between you and Jimin, pretty much ever since we started hanging out. I’m pretty sure there was even something about Yoongi blurting out that Jimin has a crush on you, but granted he was wasted at the time, so we didn’t talk about it…” Jennie trailed off looking at you for a reaction, but you were honestly really confused. Sure, you had a crush on Jimin for the longest time, but you never allowed yourself to actually like him, and sure as hell you never thought Jimin would have a crush on you. Never has he ever acted that way towards you – that’s exactly what you told Jennie too.
“Sorry, I just think you guys looked too deep into this. If anything we were always just a tiny bit awkward, definitely not sexual tension.” Jennie’s expression was slightly amused as if she was disagreeing with you but chose to not comment and you took a huge sigh, before kicking her leg and stealing her beer, making you both laugh.
After that the conversation went back to lectures and homework and the cute boy from psychology class that Jennie was low key stalking this past week. Your gaze wandered to the other side of the pool, where Hoseok and Lisa were laughing their asses off at Jungkook and Taehyung slow dancing together to bass heavy dance music. However your smile faded once your eyes landed on a familiar body, its fluid dance moves and the way another body was pressed into it. Jimin was dancing with a pretty brunette, who you knew was from his dance class. Well, you weren’t sure if it could have still been called dancing, since they were basically just humping each other, her ass against his crotch, his hands on her hips, his lips by her ear, whispering something that they both smiled about.
You turned away, suddenly feeling sick and that made you so angry at yourself. What was your problem? It wasn’t the first time Jimin found a gorgeous girl to woo, and it wouldn’t be the last, how could you allow yourself to be affected by that? You knew this ugly feeling was jealousy, you weren’t naïve enough to deny it, but you were furious for feeling it, because you never allowed yourself to like him, to expect anything from him. Whatever crush you had, you had buried it before it could become an actual thing, and now you felt like you played yourself, because as much as you told yourself the sex didn’t mean anything or didn’t change anything, it was now obvious that it wasn’t the case. Suddenly the thought of Jimin fucking other girls without a second thought about you was making you sick and you couldn’t deny that deep down, even if you didn’t expect anything, you wanted him to think about you, to think about that night. You wanted him to at least give you a second thought before moving on with his life, and you knew it was selfish and not fair, because he didn’t owe you anything, but in that moment it was just too hard to deal with your ugly feelings.
So you did, what you would always do when your feelings were hurt – act out to show them.
You dragged Jennie to the makeshift dance floor and the both of you mingled in between the bodies. It took you a minute of swaying hips and hands in your hair before a pair of hands settled on your waist, a warm body dancing behind you, just close enough to be suggestive but not too close for comfort. You turned around to be met face to face with Mingyu, Jungkook’s friend. A younger hot dude eager for your approval? Just what you needed, you thought as your arms wound around his neck and you started moving along with him.
Just past Mingyu’s shoulder your eyes met with Jimin’s and if he was surprised to see you, he didn’t show it. The way his face contorted every time the girl would grind her ass into him told you he was hard and that was what prompted you to step closer to Mingyu, almost grinding against his hip while his palms carefully settled on your ass.
It went on like that for a couple songs and you could tell Mingyu was hard, he was leaning into you, whispering how good you looked and how nice your body was, and any other day you would have enjoyed it, but today your head just wasn’t into it. You would try to catch glimpses of Jimin, curious whether he was looking and disappointed to always find him focused on his partner.
You knew that what you were doing was plain stupid and kind of unfair to Mingyu, but before you could decide to stop it all and just grab a drink your eyes caught Jimin’s figure again and this time he was holding the girl in his arms, making out.
Flashbacks of what it felt like to kiss him, to have him hold you, ran through your mind, and before you could help it, you hid your face in the crook of Mingyu’s neck. For all you knew from the side it would look like you were kissing him, but in reality you were trying with all you had not to burst out crying, because, fuck, you had feelings for Jimin.
You heard Mingyu asking whether everything was okay and once you moved away from him, you managed to catch a glimpse of Jimin leading the girl by her hand inside the house.
You took a deep breath and put on a fake but truly apologetic smile, before excusing yourself, telling Mingyu you were suddenly not feeling that well. You truly felt sorry, because he took care of you like the nice guy he is, making sure you were with safe with Jennie, before going back to the party people.
“Do you want to go inside? You should probably lie down if you’re feeling sick, there must be a few empty bedrooms upstairs. Do you feel nauseous?” You were barely hearing Jennie, your thoughts running wild against your will, imagining the things Jimin was probably doing to the girl one of the bedrooms right now, the things he did to you.
“No Jennie, it’s okay, I’ll be fine, but I should probably go home and sleep it off,” you reassure her while already looking for an uber.
Jennie is reluctant to let you go alone, so you try to convince her you’ll be fine, all the way to the inside, where you needed to pick up your jacket.
“But are you really sure? Do you even have any medicine at home? Maybe you should go to the ER just in case?”
“Now you’re really overreacting,” you huff, picking up your jacket and giving her a meaningful look, which makes her smile sheepishly.
Suddenly her gaze focuses behind you, and you turn around only to be met with the sight of Jimin and his girl at the bottom of the staircase, both of their lips pink and swollen as if they had just stopped kissing.
“Are you not feeling well?” Jimin asks, surprising you, but in a second the surprise turns to anger and you clench your fist, trying to hold back from saying something you would regret later.
“I’m fine.” You tell him and look at your phone, “my uber is here, I’ll text you when I come back,” you tell Jennie, while hugging her and hurry out the door.
Your uber was still a few blocks away, but you didn’t want to stand there third wheeling Jimin’s hook up. Or was it a date? You’d rather not know, and it didn’t change anything anyways.
You were left to face the fact that you had feelings for one of your friends, and you had no idea how to deal with them.
Your idea of dealing with feelings turned out to be distancing yourself and avoiding Jimin at all costs, even if it meant you started skipping out on hanging out with your other friends too.
It didn’t take long for Jennie to figure out that you weren’t exactly sick, but rather something else was wrong, however once you refused to talk about it she agreed to give you some time to figure out yourself.
Jimin must have told your other friends that you were sick, because they started bombarding you with concerned messages and wishes to get well soon. You replied as vaguely as possible and made Jennie promise not to tell anyone you were never sick to begin with. There was only one message you didn’t reply to.
Jimin [9:35] How are you feeling?
Jimin [9:40] I hope you’re feeling better today.
Jimin [9:53] Get well soon.
One week turned into two, two into three, and eventually a month. Your friends weren’t stupid and they were catching on that something was up. You would hang out with them separately, but not when they all gathered as a group. Taehyung asked you about it and Jungkook seemed to have a feeling about what was going on too. Even Namjoon, who was usually really oblivious to such things, sent you a text asking you whether you had fought with Jimin. Eventually Jennie was the first one to actually confront you.
“There is something with you and Jimin isn’t there?” She demanded to know one evening when you two were hanging out at your place together. You didn’t want to lie, but telling the truth would mean risking the whole friendship dynamics in your group… However wasn’t that already in jeopardy since the moment you started bailing on your friends?
You made Jennie swear she’d keep it to herself, before telling her.
“I slept with Jimin.”
You imagined she would be more surprised but she took it quite well.
“Wow. When?”
“At that frat party a couple months ago.”
“Thought so.” It was your turn to choke on your words and slap Jennie once she burst out laughing.
“So what’s the big deal? Was he bad? Is that why you’re avoiding him?” Jennie tried to laugh and keep everything light hearted and you appreciated that because it made it easier to talk about.
“No, that’s not it. At first it was just kind of awkward and I didn’t quite know how to act around him, but it changed after Hoseok’s bonfire. Besides, it’s not just me avoiding him – he avoids me too!” Jennie shakes her head at the last part, amused.
“He might have avoided you at first, but now he actually asks about you quite often,” you give Jennie a highly doubtful expression and she shrugs letting you believe whatever you want. “So what changed after the bonfire, except for the fact that that you avoid Jimin like plague?”
“I realized I have feeling for him.”
“Oh. Ooooooh. Well everything makes sense then. Wow.” Jennie looked shocked to say the least and you could practically see the gears turning in her head, probably re-analyzing all of the times you were with Jimin. “Wow, I’m so sorry you had to see him with Mina…”
“Mina?”
“The girl from the bonfire… No wonder you faked sick…” You push back the unpleasant memory, together with the urge to ask Jennie if Jimin kept meeting that Mina girl. It was better to not know.
“Yeah well, no need to feel sorry, I’m the one stupid enough to catch feelings for someone who’d never reciprocate, and a friend nonetheless.”
“Well I wouldn’t say never-,“ you stopped Jennie before she could finish the sentence.
“No, just don’t. The less false hopes the faster I’ll get over this and get back to hanging out around him again.”
“If that’s what you want, I’ll help you however I can.” Jennie promised as she hugged you.
“That’s the only thing I can want.”
Jimin had messaged you a couple times about random things and to ask whether you’d come hang out with everyone, and you knew it was really childish of you to do so, but you didn’t reply at all or only texted him ‘no’ to the invitations. You expected him to let it go and forget about it, but yet again, you were wrong.
Jimin [7:56] We need to talk.
Jimin [7:56] And by we I mean you and me both, not just me.
Jimin [7:57] So I’m going to spam your phone until you reply.
Jimin [8:11] Have it your way
Jimin [8:11] :)
Jimin [8:11] :)
Jimin [8:11] :)
Jimin [8:11] :)
Jimin [8:11] :)
You [8:12] I’ll block you.
Jimin [8:12] SHE TALKS
You [8:12] Not funny
Jimin [8:13] Not trying to be funny
Jimin [8:13] We need to talk
Jimin [8:14] And if you block me I’ll come over
You [8:14] There’s nothing to talk about
Jimin [8:15] The fact that you’re saying this means you know there’s something to talk about
You [8:16] No, I just really have nothing to say to you
Jimin [8:16] Well I have a lot to say to you
Jimin [8:16] First of all, what the fuck with the avoiding and ignoring?
You [8:17] Don’t act like you didn’t avoid me first
Jimin [8:17] It was right after we fucked!!!! I didn’t know how to act around you
Jimin [8:18] It’s been months now and you’re still avoiding me and in turn all of our friends too
Jimin [8:18] Wtf happened to “it won’t get weird”?
You [8:19] Wow I’m so sorry I fuck everything up, I’m a horrible friend and I don’t think about consequences before doing something. Sue me.
Jimin [8:20] You know it’s not about what we did but how you’re acting about it
You [8:20] Well for me it’s about what we did
Jimin [8:20] Do you regret it that much?
You [8:21] We shouldn’t have done it.
Jimin [8:21] Do you regret it?
You [8:31] No
You [8:31] But I regret the way I feel about it
Jimin [8:32] ?
You [8:32] I’m not going to elaborate
Jimin [8:32] Well I want to understand?
You [8:33] What does it even matter to you? Your life went on perfectly after that, why are you suddenly digging into this? I’ll deal with my feelings and go back to normal once I’m done.
Jimin [8:34] Feelings?
You [8:34] Drop it
Jimin [8:34] Don’t want to
You [8:35] It’s none of your concern
Jimin [8:37] But it IS!!! You act like you’re the only one affected and I just woke up the next morning like nothing happened! I didn’t fucking know how to act around you and avoided you like an idiot for fucks sake and then you avoided me too and I thought you just wanted some space so I tried to back off and live my life like I used to, but fuck it doesn’t mean everything WAS like it used to be
You [8:38] What do you mean?
Jimin [8:39] It’s none of your concern J
You [8:39] Jimin.
Jimin [8:39] That’s my name.
You [8:40] Fuck Jimin, what do you want from me???
Jimin [8:40] I want to know why the fuck you’re avoiding me like this??? I haven’t fucking SEEN you since Hoseok’s bonfire
You [8:41] Well you sure weren’t looking at ME at the bonfire
Jimin [8:41] …
Jimin [8:41] Are you fucking kidding me?
Jimin [8:42] Did you even have time to check what I was looking at while you were busy grinding on Mingyu’s dick?
You [8:42] That’s literally none of your business
Jimin [8:43] You literally started first
You [8:43] There’s a difference between dancing with somebody and leaving the party to fuck them
Jimin [8:43] I didn’t fuck her
You [8:44] Sure you didn’t
Jimin [8:44] And if I did that’s still none of your business
You [8:44] You’re right
Jimin [8:45] So what the fuck is your problem with me?
You [8:45] It’s nothing
Jimin [8:46] Well clearly it’s not?
You [8:46] I’m sorry for acting immature, it’s my personal issues, it’s not your fault. I’ll try to handle myself better and stop avoiding you. I’m sorry.
Jimin [8:48] …you know this is not what I wanted. You don’t have to apologize for anything, I just want to understand what’s going on?
You [8:48] Please Jimin, leave me alone, it’s not you, it’s me.
Jimin [8:49] I don’t believe this has nothing to do with me
Jimin [8:50] Please
Jimin [8:51] Just talk to me
Jimin [8:52] Did I hurt your feelings?
Jimin [8:53] What did I do?
You [8:54] You didn’t do anything, I hurt my own feelings
Jimin [8:54] What do you mean? Please, baby, just tell me what’s wrong?
You [8:55] Don’t call me like that, I’m not your baby
Jimin [8:55] Obviously.
You [8:55] ?
Jimin [8:56] Just… maybe it’s really the best for us to not hang out anymore
Jimin [8:56] I’m sorry we fucked
You [8:57] Oh
You [8:57] I’m sorry we fucked too
Jimin [10:33] You know what, this is bullshit
You [10:34] ?
Jimin [10:34] Open up
Your doorbell rang and you refused to believe that he was actually there. Didn’t he already say all he had to say? You rubbed away the salty tear trails from your face, as you got out of bed and went to open the door.
And there he was – ripped jeans showing off his pretty thighs, hoodie and sweaterpaws making him look adorable, and messy hair and plump lips, making him look illegal.
You swallowed down your feelings as you stepped away to let him in, not wanting your neighbors to overhear anything.
“First of all I didn’t mean the last messages, I’m sorry I was just being petty,” Jimin started before you could even close the door.
“You could have said it all over messages, why bother coming here?” You refused to look at him, as you chose to lean on your door, determined to keep this in the hallway.
“Because I don’t think this is the kind of conversation we should be having over the messages. Besides, it’s not like you were giving me any answers anyways,” Jimin got comfortable leaning against the wall across from you.
“What makes you think I’ll give you any answers like this?”
“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk. I will,” Jimin took a deep breath and looked into your eyes with newfound determination, “I talked to Jennie.”
To say you were shocked would be an understatement. You tried to control your expressions, but hiding the panic stricken look in your eyes proved to be difficult.
“What did you talk to her about?” You still had hope Jennie managed to keep your secret, but the fact that Jimin brought her up was pointing in the opposite direction.
“About you. And before you get angry at her, she had a good reason to tell me what she did,” Jimin looked genuinely concerned for Jennie, and for a good reason – you weren’t sure if you wanted to scream at her, or stop talking to her altogether. Now there was almost no doubt about what she told him, she must have spilled the beans.
“What did she tell you?” You asked nonetheless, still hoping beyond hope to be wrong.
“I know you have feelings for me,” you were about to turn around and walk out the door, when Jimin caught you by the forearms with a small ‘u-uh’ and held you in place.
“If you know that already then what the fuck more do you want to hear from me?” You asked, avoiding his eyes.
“That’s the thing - I needed to hear that from you, not from Jennie,” Jimin tried to catch your eyes but you were adamant about looking elsewhere, “the only reason she told me in the first place, was because I was the first one to tell her I have feelings for you. Still, I couldn’t completely believe her until I heard you say it yourself…” Jimin trailed off, and contrary to a few seconds before, you were staring him dead in the eyes now, looking for a sign that he was joking, or that you misheard him. You couldn’t think of anything to say, and it got Jimin smiling sheepishly, letting go of one of your arms to rub the back of his neck almost shyly.
“Yes, I have feelings for you. I did even before we had sex, but back then it was just a crush that I could control. It got worse after I actually got a glimpse of what it would feel like to have you. That’s why I was trying to act like nothing happened and move on – I felt like an idiot for liking you that much, when you’d never feel the same way…” Jimin trailed off with a small awkward chuckle, “please say something?”
You released the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, and let out a small humorless laugh.
“What is there to say Jimin?” You looked him in the eyes and he flinched like he just got shot, which made you shake your head at him and smile, as you carefully laid your palm on the side of his face.
“May I kiss you?”
Jimin only looked shocked for a second, before he closed all the distance between the two of you and claimed your lips with his, all the hesitation and doubts and fears melting away by the second. It wasn’t the most intense kiss that you two had shared, but it was hands down the most meaningful. Jimin liked you. Jimin had feelings for you. This sweet man who could talk to you throughout the night, who could make you drown in pleasure, who could shield you from the world with his warmth – this man was standing here spilling his hear out, and you’d be a fool to not do the same.
Once the soft touches of your lips ceased and you two separated just enough to stare at each other’s faces fondly, you both burst out into stupid grins.
“So I take it Jennie wasn’t lying,” Jimin whispered with a soft smile, moving a strand of hair away from your face.
“I want to be mad at her so badly, but it’s really hard to be mad at anyone when you’re holding me like this,” you confessed softly and Jimin cradled you even closer to his body, letting you nose at his neck, taking in the smell of his skin.
“I won’t let you go on three conditions,” you could hear the smile in his voice, and decided to go along.
“And what are those?”
“First, you have to actually tell me yourself how you feel about it,” you laughed and nodded in agreement.
“Second?”
“Second, I get to call you my girlfriend,” you burst out laughing and pulled back to see his glowing smile.
“That can be arranged, as long as I get to call you my boyfriend. And what’s the third condition?”
Jimin leaned his forehead against yours, and pecked your lips lightly.
Just wanted to let you know I'm finally writing something again and hopefully will post soon! Feel free to pressure me, I work better under high expectations :D
Genre: Smut, exbf!AU
Word count: 1.8k
Description: It’s been months and he still calls you whenever he gets wasted.
Warnings: Mature content
Author’s note: A quick smut to work on my rusty skills. Got inspired by an Arctic Monkeys’ song but it didn’t turn out quite as angsty as I first imagined it... >< Anyways, congrats to our boys for winning a daesang today! Enjoy~
Sitting on your bedside table your phone starts vibrating. The clock beside it shows it’s past 2am and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t expecting this. He saw you leaving, with your shoes in one hand and your purse in another, slightly tipsy. Now you were anything but, already having had time to sober up and wait for his call, because you knew it would come, it always does.
The phone stops vibrating and a few seconds later starts again. Were his friends not present? Was he bored? Did no pretty girl offer herself to him? You knew the answer already though, it was just something he always did when he got drunk. He’d watch you leave the party as soon as you noticed him and then a few hours later blow up your phone. Eventually you’d just turn it on, but tonight you just found yourself staring at the thing, wondering why he just wouldn’t let it go? Why wouldn’t he just find someone else to call drunk at 2am.
‘Why’d you only ever call me when you’re high?’ You text him and as soon as you see he’d read your message another call comes in.
You leave your phone on the bed and go have a long steamy shower, annoying thoughts and memories plaguing your head. You knew you should have long since stopped thinking what and when went wrong – it just wasn’t meant to be. His mom hated you, your father despised him, you two fought a lot – a bewitched cycle of messes. But then he’d hold your hand as you walked his brother’s dog, bring you food when you studied, teach you games and listen to your rants and kiss you like he’d suffocate if he didn’t… You made dreams together to travel the world and be there for each other always – that always ended three months ago, and now all that’s left is your vibrating phone you find still on the bed as you emerge from the bathroom, slipping on a tiny nightgown and looking for panties.
A different kind of short vibration catches your attention and you take your phone to read the message.
‘Look outside’ it says.
You know exactly what that means and you wish you had turned off the lights so you could pretend you were sleeping. Nonetheless you walk to the window and move the curtain just slightly, but enough to see Jungkook standing on the grass, looking up to you, seemingly not as smashed as you’d expected. He motioned towards the door and made a pleading sign, and when you shook your head ‘no’, your phone started vibrating again. You took an exasperated sigh and went downstairs as silently as possible, trying not to wake your neighbors up. Granted, most of them were still at the same party.
“Y/N,” Jungkook greets you, as soon as you open the door.
“Kook,” you say back and lead him upstairs. He’s been there enough times to know not to make any noise until you were safe in your room.
“Why wouldn’t you pick up my calls?”
“Why would you call me?”
“I wanted to talk to you.”
“There’s nothing left to talk about,” your replies leave a bitter grimace on Jungkook’s handsome face, and you wish you could kiss it away, but these are not the same old times anymore.
“There’s no one to talk to back there,” he says as he sits on your bed, glancing around the room, as if looking for any changes, “they’re all boring. The same. They just want me for sex, to be their pretty arm candy.”
“And don’t you want the sex?” You ask, any bitterness well hidden.
“It gets old real fast,” he smiles bitterly and you smile back. He was right, you were guilty of finding that out too.
“It never did for us though,” you can’t bite back your tongue for your own good. Jungkook bites his lip, his gaze far away as if remembering something, you had a hunch you were a part of too.
“It never did,” he agrees, “what happened to us, Y/N?”
“Life happened, Jungkook.”
“Whose life? Not ours for sure. Our life was planning that North American road trip and European backpacking, arguing if we should adopt a pet and deciding if it could travel with us. Arguing. Having makeup sex. Talking in the morning. Telling each other I love yous. That’s our life, baby…” Jungkook finishes with a desperate look in his eyes and you almost wish he was drunk out of his mind instead, because then he couldn’t see how wet your eyes got, or how you hug yourself in that tiny nightgown, wishing he was hugging you instead.
“Come here, beautiful,” he opens his arms, and you’d hate yourself forever if you didn’t walk right into them, settling on his lap as he embraces you like a child, holding you so close you can feel his heart hammering.
A few seconds pass and your mind is humming with the thoughts of ‘what now?’ when you feel his lips, as soft as a tiny bird, pecking your neck. Once. Twice. The third time they stay and warm your skin, as if pouring memories through the skin contact. You close your eyes and relax in his arms, and it’s all the urging he needs to place an open mouthed kiss on your sweet spot, making the breath leave your lips heavily. His palms are heavy on your waist, caressing, getting low only to move back up the second you’re about to moan. His lips get bold and your hands find haven in his thick hair, pulling him closer and closer, as if you want to permanently seal him in that position.
He moves away from your neck and you don’t hesitate to swallow his lips, moving them hungrily, tasting him and humming at the familiar taste and pleasant smell of his skin. His tongue plays at the seam of your lips and yours moves out to join it, playing, teasing each other like the both of you had practiced time and time again already.
You don’t even feel when you rock against him, but the bolt that shoots throughout your body is raw and Jungkook must be feeling the same when his palms shoot to squeeze your breasts, smiling against your lips when you moan for the first time.
Impatience gets the best of you and you tug off Jungkook’s t-shirt, only to have your night gown following.
“Not fair,” you mumble as you slide to the floor, settling between his legs and Jungkook’s head shoots back on instinct, well-conditioned to know the kinds of experiences that would follow next. You struggle with his belt and then he helps you with his button, but once you free him of the jeans, the thin briefs are a piece of cake. You can see the shape of his dick straining against the flimsy material and you dive right in, swallowing the head in your warmth right through the layers. His instant grunts are music to your ears, urging you to give him more, to tongue at his head and massage his length with your palm. You slip him out of the underwear and lick along the length, enjoying it almost as much as he was. It was primal and animalistic, but there was something romantic about using yourself like this to give him pleasure, to hear his grunts and moans and see his hands looking for something to hold. You take his hand in your free one and put it in your hair as you swallow his dick as much as you can, and he takes advantage, pulling the strands and relaxing his muscles again, mimicking your moves.
You bob your head and fondle his balls, moving to suck on them too and eliciting the best kinds of sounds from him. It was your moment, because as soon as Jungkook got to you, you’d be the one crying out to heavens as he played you like a skilled musician plays a familiar instrument.
Jungkook tugs you away when he feels himself nearing the end, and you know you already look like a hot mess, but he looks at you like he loves you, and you know he probably really does.
“Come here,” is all he says as he gets rid of his hanging pants and moves back on the bed.
You slip out of your panties and straddle him, taking his dick and positioning it, and then sinking as far as you could before it starts hurting. Jungkook is holding you tight, as if he could feel your pain and protect you, when actually you’re the only one who can decide when to go on. And you do, once you’re comfortable enough to take him in all the way, instantly feeling ecstatic being filled to the brim by your lover.
You lean down and lock your lips as you start rocking back and forth with his dick buried deep within you. The slight uncomfortable feeling only adds to the white hot pleasure and seconds is all it takes for you to be close, however you push it away, wishing to prolong the pleasure, wishing to stay locked together longer. It’s when Jungkook grasps you in his hold and starts fucking into you from below when you can’t hold back anymore and moan without shame as your vision blacks out.
He slows down and lets you ride it out and when you start kissing his neck with wet lips, all blissed out, he flips you over, and starts rocking into you gently. Hooking his arms behind your knees he leans back a little and stares at your face, and you bite your lip, weirdly happy in an inappropriate time and place.
Jungkook kisses throughout his orgasm, as he cums inside you and you give your last strength to kiss him back, knowing full well that once he pulls out, your legs will be shaking.
“I love you,” Jungkook mumbles into your forehead after he pulls out and normally you would tease him, but you told yourself ‘not now, not yet’, as you mumbled the words back, “I love you two Kookie, but we should really shower now, before figuring out any more of our feelings,” you chuckle and he does too, hugging you to his side and caressing your sweat soaked hair.
“You know, now that my mom has seen how I am without you, she kinda wants you back with me,” he giggles and you hit him on the chest, like the old times.
“My dad still hates you, idiot.”
“I can live with that, as long as his daughter loves me.”
Just found you're blog a few minutes ago and just finished reading Moonstones, and let me tell you, IT WAS AMAZING!!! can't wait for the other parts <3
I’m glad you found my blog, than you sooo much! ^^ I’ll do my best to update fast~♥
I decided it’s time this blog gets an updates page since I started posting more again...
Meaningless, Meaning More (M) 02.27
Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High? (M) 01.11
Moonstones -THREE- 01.10
Moonstones -TWO- 01.09
Moonstones -ONE- 01.08
Coming Home
Moonstones -PROLOGUE-
Mr. President (M)
Omg I just finished moonstones chapter 2 and I decided to refresh your page and VIOLA!! CHAPTER THREE?!!? Thank you for your hard work I'm so excited to read it 😄 off to it now whooppwhoop
Thank you so much for reading and enjoying my stuff!!! This is what makes me move forward! I’ve been on a roll with Moonstones and hopefully the fire won’t die out… :D
COMING HOME🗣IS🗣THE🗣BEST🗣FIC🗣I’VE🗣EVER🗣READ🗣💖pls write a drabble/side story for it if you have the time💜💜💜CUZ IT IS GOLD🌟
Omg thank you so much!!!! >< I did have thoughts of writing something more from that universe, a prequel or a sequel maybe, I’ll just have to see if inspiration strikes me… ^^ P.S. I had to retype this like 10 times cause my cat was trying to send some love to you on the keyboard… ♥
Genre: Fantasy!AU, Werewolf!AU
Word count: 1.4k
Description: JiminxOC
Author’s note: A shorter chapter today cause it just felt right to cut it off at that point. Also since I’ve already been using all kinds of stones and gems as chapter pics, and collecting information for myself, I decided to try something new and add a short description of the stone at the begining of the chapter. ^^
Sapphire - wisdom and royalty; prophecy and Divine favor; the height of celestial hope and faith; protection, good fortune, spiritual insight; a symbol of power and strength, but also kindness and wise judgement.
You lost track of time but it must have at least been a couple hours before you could no longer deny how hungry you were. Your thoughts didn’t calm down one bit and the whole situation was pretty surreal – instead of working in the ‘Black Cat’ you were in some cabin in the woods, kidnapped by a werewolf, watched over by a warlock and who knows what else. One would almost expect to leave behind any human necessities in a situation like that, but your stomach grumbled persistently so you got out of the bed and stopped to listen by the door. It didn’t seem like anyone was behind it, but then again, your ears couldn’t possibly beat the stealth of a werewolf.
You snuck out the door and looked around the empty staircase. There was another door right in front of yours and the stairs going down, nothing else. You could now hear hushed voices talking downstairs and you had to swallow your anxiety, walking towards the noise. Unexplainably, your heart rate eased up once you heard the already familiar Jimin’s voice. You heard him mention something about the King, but once you stepped off the last step he shut up as if he could hear you. Well, he most likely could.
You round a corner and arrived to a semi open kitchen, connected to a cozy living room, with sofas all around, all facing the fireplace. The kitchen was quite homey as well and you could guess that this area was the heart of the house, especially the massive oak table, which was currently hosting Jimin and four other men you had yet to learn the names of.
“Are you hungry? Jin was about to make lunch, but if you want to you can have some cereal or sandwiches,” Jimin was quick to cater for your needs and you thankfully took a box of cereal he offered, silently waiting for him to pass a bowl and milk. The others tried to not make you feel uncomfortable, you could tell, but having so many eyes on you was pressuring, especially when they all stayed silent, as if waiting for someone’s command.
“So… meet my pack, Y/N,” Jimin said as you dug into your bowl and you almost choked on the food – the whole table was circled with wolfs? And you were in the middle of them, helpless like a child. Whatever higher deity was out there, you were praying to it that they would actually turn out to be friendly, like how Jimin insisted.
“This is the oldest, Jin, my second in command Hoseok, and the two youngest ones – Taehyung, or Tae, and Jungkook,” Jimin motioned around the table and you nodded politely, “and you know me already, I’m the alpha.”
This time you couldn’t help choking – when he mentioned his pack, you didn’t quite catch what he meant.
The two youngest ones chuckled at your reaction and Jimin gave them a glare.
“Is something funny?” Both wolves shut up as if boiled with hot water, but you couldn’t help smiling sheepishly, “sorry, you just, don’t… I don’t know, I guess you don’t look like an alpha?”
“And have you met a lot of alphas?” Jimin asked, cheekily.
“I guess you have a point, sorry,” you looked down at your bowl, but Jimin waved you away with a chuckle of his own and suddenly the whole table drowned in a friendly chatter, as if Jimin’s mood was what was dictating the mood of the whole room. The wolves mostly bickered and joked amongst themselves but sometimes they’d ask you random questions as well, like what kind of powers you had, or your work, or the qualities of some magical stones. Hoseok was the only one who kind of avoided you, opting to talk with Jimin alone. Nonetheless you could tell that they tried to include you and make you feel as comfortable as possible, and you would’ve been grateful if you weren’t being held there against your will.
“So the six of you all live together here?” You asked while washing the bowl.
“Seven,” Jin corrected you, “you haven’t met Yoongi yet.
“Is he also a part of your pack?”
“Nope,” Jimin was the one to answer this time, however he did not elaborate anymore and the rest of them followed his lead as well.
“This here is Tae’s and Jungkook’s room, that one is Jin’s and Hoseok’s, and this one’s Yoongi’s and Namjoon’s, but I stay here now too, since you’re staying in my room,” Jimin explained showing you around the house.
“Sorry, you know you could just let me go and get your room back,” you tried to bargain, but Jimin just laughed wholeheartedly and shook his head.
“Sorry, pretty, no can do,” your heart fluttered at the compliment and you chastised yourself for that in your head, “besides, most of the time Namjoon falls asleep on the couch in the library, so it’s not that bad.”
“You have a library?” You changed the subject swiftly.
“Yep, it’s on the second floor, in front of your room,” Jimin motioned upstairs, but lead you towards the front door, “we also have two bathrooms, one by the kitchen and one by Tae’s and Kookie’s room – the guys will always let you use it first, so don’t worry,” Jimin opened the front door for you, ant you went out confused.
“Here’s our front yard,” he gave a wide motion in the general direction of… nowhere in particular, since all around the house the only thing you could see were trees. It seemed like the deep of the forest, with only a tiny clearing left for the log cabin to stand in. You had to admit, it was lovely. Under different circumstances you could even imagine yourself sitting on the front porch, sipping tea, talking with Jimin…
Your thoughts were cut off, thankfully, when an unfamiliar figure emerged from the trees, seemingly out of nowhere, since you’d just looked over there a second ago and he was no-where to be seen then.
Jimin waved at the stranger and you had a good guess that the guy must have been Yoongi. He went around the clearing, hand outstretched towards the trees, concentrating, as if he was touching something delicate.
“Yoongi’s checking on the boundaries Namjoon has put up, they hide us from the outside, as well as give some protection from intrusions and let us know when someone passes by,” Jimin explained and added with a wink, “so no funny business, lady, I’d catch you in seconds.”
You weren’t sure if you wanted to blush or kick him, but you were sure it’d be easier to decide if he wasn’t as handsome and kind as he seemed to be so far.
“So is Yoongi also a warlock?” You changed the subject again.
“No… actually, come with me, I have a surprise for you,” Jimin stepped off the front porch and went towards Yoongi, you in tow.
“Yoongi, meet Y/N, she’s also a seer,” your jaw must have dropped to the ground since Yoongi gave you a cheeky smile and outstretched his hand for a handshake.
“I’ve heard about you being in town, nice to finally meet you,” he smiled, holding your hand in his, “wish it was under better circumstances.”
“Me too.” You smiled back, already liking Yoongi, despite all the mess surrounding you. Half your life you’ve been trying to find another seer and now that one just basically fell from the sky in front of you, you could barely contain the excitement for all the possibilities.
“Did you get the girl, Sunggyu?”
“She wasn’t in the store or her apartment today, your highness,” the man replies through his teeth, bowing at the feet of the King.
“What do you mean? You just saw her yesterday, didn’t you?”
“I’m sorry your highness, if not for all the witnesses, I would have taken her right then and there…” Sunggyu paused, but decided to not hide anything from the mad in front of him, as it would only be worse for him in the future if he found out, “I smelt Jimin on her, your highness, she must have hidden with the pack, I’m terribly sorry for assuming she was uninvolved.”
Tense silence was weighing on Sunggyu’s shoulders, before the King spoke again, “keep in touch with out informant, maybe she’ll get in touch with her. And find those mutts.”
Two chapters in and I already love this story!! You’re an amazing writer!
Thank you so much! I don’t get a lot of feedback on Moonstones eve though I’m so focused on it at the moment, so knowing that people like it means a lot to me! I’m rusty and lacking but I’m glad you still enjoy my efforts, I’ll try to work on improving more! ♥
I really love 'Coming Home'. It was the first story of yours that I read in a while and it didn't fail to make me cry. I read the scenario at 6:30 in the morning and definitely don't regret it. The story was so beautiful, no doubt. I read in the author's note that you based this on experience. I hope everything is great, if not, okay with you. Hang in there. Thank you for writing words so beautifully. It truly captures what you want to convey. Thank you so much. Sorry for the long ask, heh. >.<
I’m the one who’s thankful!!! I read your message first thing in the morning when I woke up and it just set my day on the right path! :D ‘Coming Home’ is one of the few stories that I feel very personally so getting such positive, well thought out and long feedback warms my heart. I’m so happy you took the time and effort to get into the role and feel what I felt while writing! Thank you so so much! I’m in a better situation now, I’ve accepted my problems and moved on to work on healing, I did quite literally move back home like the OC, so in a way the story was me putting what I need into words… >< Thank you again, you made my day. ♥
Genre: Fantasy!AU, Werewolf!AU
Word count: 2.2k
Description: JiminxOC
Author’s note: Being productive and updating second day in a row. Let’s see how long I can keep this up... :D I did suddenly get a lot of ideas for this AU though.
Onyx - seperates; helps to release negative emotions such as sorrow and grief; used to end unhappy or bothersomme relationships.
You closed up the store, thoughts still wandering back to the day’s events, trying to explain to yourself why you chose to lie about some complete stranger. It was already getting dark outside and Rose had left half an hour earlier. You took care to clean up the front desk and lock up the storage room before collecting your bag, throwing on your jean jacket and heading out. Locking up the front door you put the key inside your bag and turned around only to be faced with a handsome young man, soft features contrasting with his strong aura.
“I’m sorry but we’re closed…” You trailed off when your gaze fell upon his fingers, barely seen from inside his hoodie’s sleeves, but so clearly gleaming with multiple rings. Unease settled into your stomach together with unexplainable curiosity and… relief? Before you could make any sense of your mixed feelings the stranger grabbed your elbow and mumbled, “We need to talk.”
You jumped back, cornered against the store’s front door, any confusion instantly overshadowed by your self-defense alarms.
“I’m sorry sir, but I don’t know you and I need to go,” you tried to walk around him quickly, but it seemed like he knew where you’d be moving even before you could think of it, instantly blocking your way.
“It won’t take long, I’ll just ask you a few questions,” you looked into the stranger’s eyes, pondering your choices and it seemed like the only thing to do was cooperate and hope for the best.
“If I answer your questions will you step away and let me go home?” You felt silly asking for something like this, but there was something about a stranger cornering you that didn’t leave you much choice.
“Sure,” his lips quirked up into a small smile but his sharp eyes remained the same and it left you unsettled, “do you remember me visiting the store to buy moonstones?” Your face must have lost any color judging by the knowing look in his eyes. So he was the mysterious stranger, powerful enough to obliterate the memories of a quite powerful witch.
“What about it?” You decided it was not smart to lie to someone that powerful and possibly dangerous, but there was also a tiny part of you that just told you to spill everything to this man. You choked that part down.
“Did you tell Sunggyu?” Now your jaw was hanging open, any thoughts of remaining inconspicuous long lost.
“How do you know about Sunggyu?” You demanded to know.
“I have my ways,” the stranger smirked, “so did you?”
“Well if you have your ways, why don’t you just find out using them?” You didn’t know what had come over you, but suddenly you weren’t scared of the stranger anymore, just annoyed that he seemed to be spying on you, and to your surprise, instead of getting angry, he chuckled.
“Now if I could do that would I be here? Please, just… it’s important. You must have realized by now that I hide for a reason. So did you tell him?” He suddenly looked so honest and kind, you felt compelled.
“I didn’t. I told him I was dozing off and hearing things, nothing more.”
“And did he believe you?”
“I think so…” You wondered for a second, remembering how he looked at you, but didn’t question you more, “he just stared at my pendant really suspiciously, but that’s it.”
“Fuck. Now please don’t hate me for what I’m about to do, I swear it’s for your own good,” confused you were about to question what he was talking about when his hand shot up to your face, holding a tiny linen bag. Shocked you inhaled and the smell of herbs was the last thing you felt before blacking out.
“I put her in the attic room, Namjoon said she should be out at least until morning,” Jimin informed his pack members once he climbed down the stairs and spotted them hanging around the dinner table.
“How about her stuff?” Hoseok asked, a half-eaten sandwich in his hand.
“Jungkookie is working on it, I found the key to her apartment in her bag.” Jimin joined them at the table and started making a sandwich for himself.
“So we’re really kidnapping this girl, huh?” Taehyung asked, still in disbelief over the whole plan.
“It’s better than whatever Sunggyu would do to her once they found out she was lying,” Jin was the one to reply this time, and as much as he didn’t want to admit, Taehyung couldn’t argue with that. Though he couldn’t help mumbling, “doubt she’s going to see it this way when she wakes up tomorrow…”
The whole table went to an uncomfortable silence, everyone aware of how right the youngest was.
You woke up and opened your eyes to a sunlit room, the slanted walls suggested it was an attic, and the only thing you could see from the roof window above you were pine tree tops. The unfamiliar place made you freeze up, muscles tense as you recalled the memories from last night. Freaking out, you checked yourself first, but you were still in your clothes from the day before, seemingly untouched.
You looked around and you were alone in the room. You were on a single bed in the corner of the room, white sheets crinkled under you. Beside the bed there was a bedside table with a lamp on it, and behind that there was a closet, mirror on its door reflecting your confused and scared state. At the opposite wall from the bed, there was a sofa standing under the second roof window and on that sofa stood your travel bag, full of something you could only assume was probably your things. The thought of someone kidnapping you and even going as far as visiting your home to take your things freaked you out so much, you instantly shot out of bed, put on your shoes and stalked towards the door.
You put your ear to the door and listened for any sounds but it seemed silent on the other side. Could you be that lucky? You moved the door handle and it gave under your hand, the door clearly unlocked. Hope sprung up in your heart, but the moment you peeked behind the door it was crushed.
The man from yesterday stood there, not so handsome anymore now that you saw him as your captor.
“What the fuck is going on there? Let me go!” You tried to run past him, but he easily caught you and half dragged you back into the room, like it was as easy as breathing for him.
“Please calm down, I will explain everything I promise, you just need to calm down,” the man’s soothing voice might have worked in calming you down if you weren’t freaking out that much.
“CALM DOWN? You kidnapped me, you freak!” You struggled against his hold, but he wasn’t budging a centimeter, lean muscles locking you in place.
“Namjoon! A little help here?!” He shouted to someone and after a few seconds you heard the door open, even though you couldn’t see it, facing the opposite direction. Someone, probably Namjoon, put their hand on your shoulder and suddenly a wave of calmness washed over you. You could still logically thing and realize the situation you were in, but you just couldn’t freak out over it anymore. Your body relaxed and the first man carried you to the bed, helping you lie down, facing the both of them.
You could see that the second man – Namjoon – was taller than the first, different, but strength and power was oozing off of him more so than your captor. The thought was funny to you, but you couldn’t help it – he actually looked wise. How anyone could manage that without a long white beard and face marked in years of experience, was beyond you.
“Feeling better?” Your captor asked in a soft voice and you scoffed.
“Not like I have a choice.”
“Okay, fair. First things first, my name is Jimin and my friend over there is Namjoon. I’m a werewolf, he’s a warlock.”
Deafening silence follows as you try to wrap your mind around the information. You already figured Namjoon would be a warlock or a mage from what he did to you, but a werewolf? Those were basically extinct? The magical royalty took care of that – they had declared that werewolves classify as untamable beasts and waged a fifty year war on them – every magical being knew that. Every magical being also knew to be scared if they ever managed to stumble upon a werewolf, and now you were captured by one, who looked more like a sheep than a wolf, and you also happened to be unable to fear at the moment. Screwed was what you were.
“What do you want with me?” Finally you managed to stutter out.
“First of all I don’t want you to be scared,” you scoffed again and Jimin huffed, getting your point without words, “we took you to protect you.”
“Protect me from who? Why me?”
“I promise I’ll explain everything in detail later, but all you need to know now is that the moment you saw me in that store, you were in danger. You weren’t supposed to see me.”
“Why did I see you?” At that Jimin looks at Namjoon, silently asking for help and the latter steps forward to explain.
“You’re a seer. The magic that I used to mask Jimin was not designed to protect him from seers, since, you know… no one expected him to run into one, considering they’re as rare as Jimin is.” You had to agree, the man had a point.
“That still doesn’t explain why I’m in danger. So what, I saw you? I didn’t even know who or what you were until now?”
“No you didn’t, but Sunggyu knows, and he knows you lied.”
“What? What are you even talking about? How would he know anything? Who is he even, to know such stuff? Why would I be in danger from him?” Jimin rubbed his temples, clearly wishing you weren’t such a headache, but you really couldn’t care about his feelings when he had kidnapped you and now was feeding you some bullshit stories.
“Sunggyu works for the royalty. His team is hunting my pack. Trust me when I say, he had his own ways to find out you had seen me, they have spies everywhere, that’s why we hide so much in the first place,” Jimin paused to see if you were following him and continued when he saw your urging gaze, “he’s also a werewolf.” Now you were getting dizzy even past Namjoon’s spells. Your whole life you’ve never met a werewolf and now suddenly you met two in a single day.
“Does being a werewolf automatically mean he’ll want to hurt me?” You asked in a small voice.
“What? No! Of course not! I’m a werewolf and I’m literally the last thing you should be scared of,” somehow you doubted that, “it’s just that he must have smelled me on your pendant.” Jimin said, motioning at your Rose Quartz rock on a leather thread. Realization slowly downed upon you, “So you were the one who found it and left it at the store? How did you even know it was mine?”
“I had heard you telling your co-worker you’d lost it when I was in the store. Also it smelled like you, that’s why I noticed it,” Jimin looked sheepish and rightfully so – the fact that he knew how you smelled was freaky, “of course now I’m sorry I ever touched it… Suggyu probably would have come after you even without it, but having my smell on you just sealed the deal… That’s why I won’t let him touch a hair on your head, I promise.” Jimin finished with determination, and you would have been touched if you weren’t kidnapped.
“So are you going to just keep me locked up here?”
“Well… not exactly locked up, but yeah… you shouldn’t leave the house for now. Me and my brothers will do anything to make you feel as comfortable as possible while you stay here and once we’re sure Sunggyu’s off your back, you can go right back to your life. Of course, with your memories altered.” That didn’t sit well with you, none of it did, but the helplessness you felt made you sag into the bed with a sigh.
“I want to be alone now, please.” You ask as politely and cold as you can manage. Namjoon silently leaves first, and with him leaves the feeling of the fake calm, however now you know better than to try and escape the wolf in front of you. Jimin hovers by the door, “if you need anything or get hungry you’ll find us downstairs,” he says, before also leaving, closing the door behind.
You were left with your thoughts, and they were loud.
Genre: Fantasy!AU
Word count: 2k
Description: JiminxOC
Author’s note: As I had planned ever since I wrote the prologue, I have finally started writing this again. This is an AU that I personally would love to read if someone else wrote it so I really hope I won’t fuck it up. And I really hope I’ll be able to update like a normal person again... :D Anyways, nothing too exciting yet, but I want to take my time with this one.
Rose Quartz - healing; attracting and keeping love; healing one’s heart from pain and disappointment.
Days blurred into weeks and you barely even noticed when you stopped being the newest shy employee of ‘Black Cat’ and became (still the newest) lively part of the three member crew -comfortably joking around with Rose and even your boss, on the rare occasions she visited. When it came to your job though, while you did become better and faster at your assigned tasks, you were still disappointed with yourself while helping (or more like trying to help) Rose with actual magic. There was only so much she could teach you as a witch, since the magic in you didn’t work the same way as hers, and as frustrated as you’d get some days, you just couldn’t even begin to figure out your powers. Neither Rose, nor your boss expected you to help them with spells yet – it was way out of your league for now – but you had heard them whispering behind your back, how activating magical stones and crystals, or even just feeling magic, was something other seers could usually do right from the moment the magic within them awakened, and you couldn’t stop thinking about it every night before sleep.
On the other hand, there was a part of your powers that had been acting up almost every day – or night – lately. Your boss, Miss Black – a middle aged witch who owned the magical trinkets store and didn’t look a day over thirty – was telling Rose a funny story from the time when she had just opened her store. They were both sitting in a sunlit corner of the back yard of the store, enjoying the lunch break, while you spent your free time a few feet away from them, bent over the pots with magical plants, studying them. Miss Black had just reached a point in the story, where her regular customer, who had betrayed her and started getting supplies in another store, came back and was too embarrassed to admit why, because-
“They sold him black glass instead of Onyx and he couldn’t tell,” the words left your mouth at the same time as your bosses and both her and Rose were now staring at you wide eyed.
“Have I told you this story before?” The older witch asked just to make sure, though you had a feeling she already knew by now – these episodes were getting frequent, especially at work, since you spent most of your time there.
“No, I dreamt about this conversation before…” You went back to examining a pot of wolfsbane, struggling to survive outside of its natural environment. You already knew the question that would follow and it left a bitter taste in your mouth even before you could answer.
“You didn’t remember the dream until now?”
“No.”
“Strange… I mean it’s perfectly normal to not remember all the dreams about future, but usually they should leave a bigger impression on you than the usual ones and you should at least-“ You stopped listening to her monologue, all of it already heard a million times. You should start differentiating between regular dreams and magical ones by now. At least some of them. You should also remember your dreams before they came true. At least some of them. You didn’t. At least not to an extent where you could say you had some control over the magic within you. Like this your power was pretty much useless and you knew it – what was the use of dreaming future if you couldn’t remember it. Even when situations like this, where you’d suddenly remember a few seconds of what will happen next, happened daily, a few times a day even, you didn’t feel like it was much of an improvement. Every time you would feel like you were a traveler, who had finally found the city he’s been looking for, only for it to burn down to the ashes the next second, meanwhile if you were actually able to control your power, you could have enjoyed that city from the beginning, instead of wasting time searching.
You needed a teacher. Desperately. However there was one major problem – only another seer could really understand your power and teach you anything, and you didn’t know any other seers. In fact you had never met another one before. Even Miss Black had only met a couple in her lifetime, and it has already been years since the last one. All kinds of witches, wizards, mages and other magic users lived in your town, beings like fairies and faes, veelas and nymphs and even some shapeshifters hid in the forests and mountains around, and if you were unlucky enough to wander into the darker parts of said forests, you could even meet some magical creatures usually reserved for your nightmares. The fact that there wasn’t a single other seer in town was as inconvenient to you as it was a mystery. And an even bigger mystery was the fact that the only kind of magic users who could help you search for a seer – mediums – were also only but rare passing guests in this area. The moment you had moved there, you were excited to find a local medium and ask them to talk to some ghosts and spirits – see whether they knew any seers around. It was a disappointment, to say the least, when your searches for both a seer and a medium turned out to be fruitless, leaving you no other choice than to try and figure everything out on your own.
“They’ll be coming to town tomorrow,” Yoongi grumbled while entering the library where Namjoon and Jimin were hunched over some old book, discussing something.
“Tomorrow? What for? Where exactly? Should we disappear?” Yoongi’s increasingly annoyed face didn’t help Namjoon shut up as he poured questions one after another, amusing the youngest one in the room.
“They aren’t coming for us, they’re just visiting that magic trinkets store in town – ‘Black Cat’ or something?” The last part got Jimin’s attention, for reasons unknown to himself. “In fact it’s just Sunggyu and Sungjong coming so they’re probably just doing some regular check up. If they got a whiff of us being here the whole squad would be coming, if not more.”
“Still, why visit that one store? You sure there wasn’t anything more to your dream?” Yoongi’s annoyed grumble was enough to answer Namjoon’s question, so the latter turned to Jimin instead. “Are you sure you took care of the employee’s memories?”
“Positive. There were only the two girls working - the witch and the seer, and I took care of both of their memo-“
“A SEER?” Yoongi’s explosive reaction cut Jimin short and Namjoon’s exasperated sigh told him he was missing something. “You mean to tell me you found a seer in town and neglected to mention it to me?!”
“Umm, was I supposed to? I mean she’s quite new, I haven’t even seen her yet, but I’ve smelt her working in the back room…” Jimin looked around confused, very much unlike his usual confident self. Namjoon was the one kind enough to explain while Yoongi seemed to be seething in disbelief.
“Jimin, it’s very much unlikely that a seer would get affected by my memory charms. She’s probably the reason they’re visiting, they know that if any of us happened to show up, she’d know.”
“But… she hasn’t even seen me? And she’s not local, even if she saw me, how would she know anything about who I am?” Jimin tried to convince himself more than his friends.
“She’s a seer, dumbass, she could possibly know more than you can ever imagine. Maybe it’s not even a coincidence, maybe they’re the ones who put her here to spy? It would make more sense than a random seer stumbling into this little town. After all, they are controlling most of the seers that are still alive...” Yoongi’s words made Jimin’s blood run cold as he got his usual alfa demeanor back on.
“I’ll take care of her, one way or another.” He said, making his way out of the library.
“I hope you realize what one way or another means in this situation?” Yoongi mumbled behind him.
“I’m aware.”
The little bell above the door chimed signaling two seemingly young men entering the shop. You caught a glimpse of them before taking your exit to the back yard intending to water the lemon balms, but soon enough Rose emerged after you.
“Come to the front, the men are here for you,” the confusion was written all over your face while you put down the water and hesitantly followed Rose back inside. Except for Rose and Miss Black you didn’t really know anyone around here, why would anyone ask for you? Were you in some kind of trouble? But the only kind of trouble you could think of is an unhappy customer, and you couldn’t remember seeing those two men before.
The older looking of the two was leaning against the counter, looking confident yet stern, while the younger looking skinny one was walking around the store, his hands gloved and held in each other as if avoiding any sort of touch. You couldn’t help thinking that he looked arrogant, and the both of them oozed authority.
“How may I help you?”
“My name is Sunggyu and over there is my partner Sungjong. We’re from a special magical investigation squad and we just wanted to ask some questions regarding a customer.” Sunggyu explained monotonically, the manner of a man of law now obviously written all over his manners.
“Umm, sure, but Rose is the one who usually serves the customers, maybe she’ll remember better?” You desperately wished to escape and call Rose back but the skinny man – Sungjong – scoffed, while Sunggyu smirked.
“Oh, I’m sure your co-worker doesn’t remember.” The way he said it rang all the bells in your head and suddenly you remembered the weird encounter with the forgotten customer and that hand full of rings. An unexplainable feeling came over you and, as if some sixth sense was whispering in your ear, you suddenly knew you shouldn’t tell those men anything. Why would you even hide something about a possibly dangerous customer? You had no idea and it scared you, but you went on nonetheless.
“Well, in that case, you sirs will have to be more specific.”
“Was there ever a customer that your co-worker didn’t seem to remember?” Sunggyu pressed on.
“There was a situation where I thought so, but later I realized I was just dozing off.” You lied smoothly, deciding to not deny it all – if they had come here to find you, they must have already known something.
“Is that so? Could you elaborate?” He didn’t let go that easy.
“Like I said, I believe I was just dozing off and heard someone speaking, but I don’t remember anything else. Maybe it was one of the magical stones or herbs in the storage room affecting me. Anyways, when I came out there was no one there, and Rose hadn’t seen anyone, so there couldn’t have been a customer. Other than that I don’t remember anything strange. Why, is there a problem, sirs?” You hoped you sounded as innocent to them as you did to yourself. The lies came to you easier than they ever did before and you would have pondered how strange it was if you weren’t under the scrutinizing gaze of Sunggyu, who was eyeing your Rose Quartz pendant as if it had personally insulted him.
“No there’s no problem, just following up on an investigation, but it seems there’s nothing to be found here.” Sunggyu squeezed out a small polite smile and turned on his heel, motioning for Sungjong to follow along, which he did, without a second glance in your direction.
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