genre + warnings: established relationship au, sexually explicit content, dirty talk, jimin calls yn babygirl a lot lol, cursing, kissing, marking, nipple play/biting, clit biting, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink, size kink, some begging, multiple orgasms, body worship, creampie, mentions of pregnancy, fluff
word count: 2k
summary: jimin always knows the best way to help you relax…
—note: third part to my dimple oneshots. it can be read as a stand-alone though
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Sighing, you turn over to your right for the fifth time tonight. It’s not that your bed is uncomfortable; it’s pretty soft; you can’t turn off your brain because of the meeting with your boss first thing in the morning. Tomorrow you’ll find out who he’s going to give the project to, you or the asshole who has been trying to one-up you on everything for the last three years.
You also miss your boyfriend right now. There’s nothing better than falling asleep in his arms, but you know how hard he’s been working as well, and he deserves some time to unwind with his childhood friends from back home while he plays video games. Although it’s through a headset, at least he gets to chill with them for a bit.
As luck would have it, though, you hear the bedroom door open softly, and when you look over your shoulder, you see him standing at the entrance staring at you with a grin, his pretty eyes hidden behind his cheeks.
“Can’t sleep, babygirl?” You sit up with a pout and nod, watching as he strolls over to you in his silk pajama pants and matching striped robe, which is untied, showing off his naked and perfectly sculpted torso. You can’t help but almost drool at the sight of him. “I bet you’re worried about tomorrow, huh?”
Jimin plops down beside you on the bed, running his fingers through your hair as you smile up at him. “I am. I’m usually sure about how things are going to go, but this, I can’t get a read on Mr. Choi about the new project.”
Your boyfriend hooks a finger under your chin, “Baby, look at me. You’re the one he calls when things aren’t going right. He calls you whenever he needs anything, advice on what to do with a client or whatever else. He depends on you more than on his secretary at times. You’re one, if not the best financial analyst he has on his team. That other guy has nothing on you. Your boss is going to make you the leader of that project. I can feel it.”
Your heart flutters at how much faith Jimin has in you. Even with how busy he’s been with things getting back to normal after the pandemic, he always finds the time to make sure you know how much he supports you. He’s so proud of you.
How’d you get so damn lucky?
“Thank you, baby; you’re the best.” He smiles into your kiss, loving how affectionate you’re feeling. When he pulls back, you let out a small yawn, prompting him to look at the time. The glowing number on the bedside table reads 1:17 am.
“You must feel so tired. You should get some rest.”
You shake your head, “I won’t be able to fall asleep as fast as I usually do. My brain won’t let me,” once again, you pout, and he chuckles lightly at your cuteness, but that only ignites something inside of him because he knows what you need.
“Want me to put you to sleep? Fuck you until all you can think about is how good my cock fills you up, babygirl?”
Your body immediately responds to his words. You shudder a little, wanting nothing more than to feel him all over you. Slowly, you nod, answering his question. Jimin stands and slips his robe off, and it’s all you can do but stare at how good your man looks right now in the dimly lit bedroom.
You notice the tent in his pants, and you feel smug about it. The fact that he’s this aroused by you already and you haven’t even touched him still somehow baffles you. You’ve been with him for three years now. Three years have not been easy, not because of any severe arguments but because of the time spent apart due to both careers. Although it’s been hard, you both always find the time to communicate each other’s needs and wants.
You begin to lift your shirt, but he stops you, “Let me.” He slowly crawls over to you on the bed.
Lifting your arms, he proceeds to take the fabric off of your body and then pushes you back softly to lay on the pillows. Jimin hums in satisfaction at the sight of your body, already showing signs of your arousal.
The dark gleam in his eyes is enough to make you squirm, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of you. “Please, Jimin.”
“Please what, YN.”
“Please, touch me.”
Your boyfriend smiles at you before running his fingers delicately across your legs until he reaches the top of your knees and orders you to spread them for him. His eyes are glued to the delicious wet mess coating your thin underwear; meanwhile, your chest is rising and falling in anticipation of what his fingers will do to you. But instead of giving you what you crave so desperately, his hands slide up your torso until they envelop your breasts, thumbs brushing over and over your nipples until they stiff for him.
Your legs jerk when he pinches hard on your nipples, a soft moan causing his cock to twitch in his pants. His favorite thing is listening to your sweet noises.
“My girl is so sensitive.” Jimin hovers over you and drops his head to your chest, and starts to lick at your nipple, wet tongue running over it in soft circles that only make you whine for more of his touch. He sucks and teases, doing the same to the other as your cunt begins to clench around nothing. It’s when he bites down on it that you moan out loud as your body begins to tremble underneath him. “You’re doing so well, babygirl. You’re so good for me, coming only like this. Can’t get over how sensitive you are.”
When your eyes flutter open, Jimin is still hovering over you, smiling and waiting for your breathing to come back to normal. “There she is,” he kisses you, tongue quickly in search of yours as your arms circle around his neck.
You whine into the kiss as he presses his hips against yours so that you can feel how hard you make him. “Jimin, I want you.”
“You’ll have me, baby, but first, I want you to come on my tongue.” He kisses down your chest but not before leaving some marks along the way. His second favorite thing is getting to look back at his little artwork left behind on his favorite kind of canvas. He’ll be going on tour soon, and knowing that his marks will be on your body for weeks to come somehow makes him feel like he’s leaving with you another small part of himself.
You’re pliant under his touch as his deft fingers descend to your hips to remove your panties. You let out a shuddering breath at the feeling of the cold air hitting your exposed heat.
“You’re so quiet,” Jimin darkly chuckles as he moves to lay on his belly. He grunts at the sight of your cunt still swollen from your first orgasm. You let out a loud moan when his whole mouth covers your pussy, sucking and licking quickly in a way that has your legs shaking and wanting to close around his face. Holding your legs apart, Jimin plunges his tongue inside you, and you scream at the sensation of finally being filled by him.
“Oh, Fuck! Please, please.”
“What exactly are you begging for, YN?”
“I—I. Oh!” You try to answer, but he’s already sucking on your clit and teasing your entrance with two fingers. When he inserts them, you gasp loudly. You’re close to coming once more as his fingers drag in and out of you in rapid successions, your walls clenching around them. When he bites your clit, you cry out Jimin’s name. Pain and pleasure making your skin burn for more.
“What—” You surprise him when your hand reaches down to grab his wrist; wrapping your hand tightly around it, you begin to rock your hips against his fingers. Jimin can’t take his eyes away from you. They’re stuck at the way your mouth opens to let your needy whines escape. He’s transfixed at the way you stare at him. Yes, you’re consumed by desire, but beneath all of that desire, he can see the love you have for him. It’s that look that makes him want to be inside you right now. And you do; you love him so much.
So, as you’re fucking yourself on his fingers, he curls them until they find your spot, and he watches as your body begins to shake. Right as you’re about to orgasm, he latches on to your cunt, and he moans as your sweet essence finally coats his tongue.
“Baby,” you pant, your breaths still erratic, “fuck me deep.”
“I’m going to fill that pretty little pussy, baby.”
He’s desperate for you. Jimin doesn’t even take his pants off all the way; the need to have you wrapped around him is intense. His fingers barely wrap around his girth as he pumps it a couple of times. His pretty cock is a mess with precum that you want to taste, but you know he won’t let you. Not tonight.
The hiss you emit when he rubs his cock along your still sensitive but drenched slit makes Jimin let out a chuckle, “You’ve been so good for me, YN. So fucking good, baby.” His praise makes your skin prickle with goosebumps. “But I can see you’re exhausted now. Should we stop?”
“No! Please. I need you.”
“I can see. Look at how needy this little cunt is for my cock,” Jimin groans when he pushes inside you. Your walls are enveloping him, gripping his cock in a tight vise. He places your legs over his thighs and sits on his knees. As he holds you in place, your arms circle his neck, and you begin to move with him.”
“Ah, so big. Baby, you fill me up so well.”
“That’s it, baby. That’s a good fucking girl,” he grunts, and you moan, his words affecting you as pleasure takes over. “I’m not going to last long, fuck, too good.” Your boyfriend stares at where you two are connected, and you feel his dick twitch inside you. He’s dying to see you come apart on his cock. “You’re so beautiful. So fucking beautiful taking my cock like this. Oh, God.”
“Jimin, baby, I’m going to come.” He bites his lower lip as his thumb rubs circles on your throbbing nub. That, paired with how he’s fucking you, sends you over the edge. The pleasure is so intense that you go limp in his arms when you come, words escaping you. The constant fluttering of your tight cunt coaxes Jimin into his orgasm, his seed painting your walls as his loud moans, and your name is the last thing you hear before your eyes shut.
Jimin walks over to the bed after cleaning himself in the bathroom to do the same for you. He smiles as he watches how soundly you sleep. Your hand is placed over your belly, and Jimin’s heart swells because even in your sleep, you’re already protective of the life growing inside of you. You’re not far along to show yet, but he’s so excited to see your belly grow rounder with each passing day.
He often imagines what features and whose personality the baby will inherit, although he hopes it’ll inherit your beautiful heart most of all.
Your hand suddenly reaches out in search of Jimin’s warmth, and he almost coos at your cuteness. Grabbing his phone off the bedside table, he opens an app to turn off the lights and then lies next to you, bringing you in closer to his body and inhaling your scent.
With your eyes closed, you still find his lips and kiss him. It’s just a tiny, quick kiss, but it’s filled with so much emotion, “I love you,” you whisper against his plush lips.
One of your favourite things about Jimin was how touchy he was - and not just in the bedroom. He always had to be touching you, even in the most innocent of ways - a hand in yours, his arm around you, his fingers brushing across any part of you he could touch.
When you both came home from work, the routine was always the same - you’d snuggle up almost immediately to talk about your days. No matter how tired you both were, you’d promised each other you would spend at least five minutes in each other’s arms every day that you could, away from the rest of the world as you focused on nothing but each other. Sometimes you’d curl up in your bed together almost immediately if the day was extra long; other days, you collapsed on the couch, feet in Jimin’s lap as he listened to you speak about your shitty coworkers. Other days, like today, Jimin would be home before you, sitting on the couch as he lazily flicked through Netflix.
He greeted you with a smile - a full, Jimin smile despite his obvious tiredness from the day. As he called out a “hey, you”, you couldn’t help but pop your head over the back of the couch to give him a kiss before running into the bedroom to change. You heard his laugh follow you as you did, and you threw on whatever comfy t-shirt and shorts were closest in your haste to get to him.
You headed back into the living room, not even wasting time as you crawled into his lap, causing him to drop the remote in surprise. It didn’t take long for your boyfriend to melt right into you, though, his arms finding your waist as he pulled you down against him for a hug.
“Missed you,” you murmured against his shoulder, and you felt more than heard him let out a laugh.
“You saw me this morning.”
You pulled back with a pout, and his teasing smile only grew wider as he tried, and failed, to keep a straight face. He finally caved, letting out a giggle, and you jokingly narrowed your eyes. He surprised you this time with a kiss, and you could feel him smile against your mouth as he whispered back, “I missed you more.”
When he pulled away, your hands lifted to rest on his shoulders, gazing down at him.
“How were things today?”
Jimin let out a soft sigh, his body sinking further into the cushions as he did so. His head turned to the side, resting on the back of the couch, his arm lifting to rest behind his head. You immediately knew you’d been right - it had been an extra tiring day for him. Your thumbs began to apply pressure as you gently massaged his shoulders, waiting for him to speak.
“It was good, actually,” he said, turning back to you after a minute or two. His eyes wandered over your face, smiling at you for a brief moment. His gaze was fond, and you couldn’t help but blush a bit. He didn’t comment, somehow managing to get back to the task at hand. “We got a lot done. I’m exhausted,” he admitted, “but we finished up those two huge projects that were really bogging us down. Tae apparently had a eureka! moment at Starbucks this morning before work - something to do with a man and a tiger backpack? And maybe there was a sea lion involved. Anyway-“
You watched him talk, listening as intently as you could as he told you about his day and his work. But as his face began to light up when he began to talk about his personal favourite project, his hands began to lift from your waist to gesture in the air, and you couldn’t help but zone out a bit. You watched on, a little bit in a daze and a lot in love as he got more and more animated.
Jimin was stunning, and not just physically.
He was passionate and ambitious and funny, and kind, and somehow you were the one sitting in his lap listening to him talk about his day. You didn’t think any day could be bad when you got to come home to him like this.
He finally seemed to realize you weren’t entirely listening, pausing mid-sentence while your eyes were on his lips. He scrunched up his nose, letting out a soft groan.
“Stop looking at me like that,” Jimin whined, trying his best to give you a dramatic pout, but as the smile grew on your face, it grew on his, too.
“Can’t,” you mumbled, your fingers now playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as you gazed down at him. Your eyes moved to travel once more across his face, your smile only growing wider as you did so. “You’re so hot. It’s not my fault.”
He let out another whine, pulling his bottom lip through his teeth as he let out an embarrassed giggle. “Stop! I’m trying to-“
You couldn’t help it. He was so, so endearing. Your hands found either side of his face and you pulled him in, your mouth finding his with ease. He laughed against your mouth, but he relented, his lips finding their familiar rhythm with your own. Your kisses were soft and lazy as his hand moved to your back, pulling you even closer to him and holding you steady in his lap. You let out a pleased hum. He was the one who broke away - albeit hesitantly - his lips kiss-swollen and his eyes closed as he leaned his head back against the couch, as far away from you as possible in your position.
“Babe,” he groaned, opening an eye to look at you. You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, and he laughed fondly, dropping forward to bet his face in your neck. “You’re making this so difficult.”
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled back. (You weren’t sorry at all.) “I just couldn’t not kiss you when you were talking all passionately like that.”
You felt him smile widely against your skin. He pulled back, gazing up at you again, and your fingers lifted to thread through the hair that fell into his eyes, pushing it back. He hummed, pleased.
“I’m not really complaining,” he teased, leaning forward to surprise you with another peck. He gazed at you, eyes hooded, before he grinned again and added, “But I do really want to tell you about my day. So behave.”
a/n: an angsty fic...who is she??? she’s getting back to her roots! i also haven’t written for these to (or just jimin) in a really long time so i’m excited :-)
p.s it’s a series but there’s no real set timeline so technically you could read them out of order, in order, standalone or whateves <3
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“Why are you being so weird suddenly?” You find it hard to understand the string of incoherencies that have been spilling from Jimin’s lips from the moment you let him into your apartment. He’s stuck to your side, each look over at him blinding with the familiar size of pouty lips and puppy dog eyes.
It was a miracle to convince him to shed his jacket before he continued his rambles, fumbling to help you with the tidying of cushions that he preferred in their usual position for the laze of a marathon lounge. You barely understand why he’s here, your last message informing him of your last minute date with some guy whose name he only half debated committing to memory.
You look too nice for what was supposed to be his night with you and he debates the accidental spill of the soda he’d snatched from your fridge. His guilt the only thing holding him back from orange staining your front.
“I’m not being weird. Since when is it weird to wanna see my friend?”
“That’s not the weird part…” Your words are a trail, but Jimin follows every crumb, picking them from the polished wood of lemony disinfectant after the swipe of your hand and the drag of your rag. He scrunches his nose when your own glimpses close enough to the counter that he fears the dangerous inhale of germ killing chemicals. “If you’re gonna hover can you at least help me dust?”
“I’m still wondering why you think I’m being weird. Why do you need to dust? Are you gonna spend the evening licking the furniture?”
“Jimin, I told you I have a date tonight and you showed up in record time. Maybe I forgot to mention that I’d like to be alone when he gets here, but I really think that’s just common sense!” You counter, rounding on him with the bottle of polish aimed like a threat. “And is it so bad to want my place to look nice for him?”
“I guess I forgot,” He shrugs, the damp rag tossed over his shoulder without pretense. He would take more time to adore the patients in the line of your skin when you gently nudge him out of the way to scoop his discarded cloth, but he’s too busy hiding the bitter in his bite as you easily throw around the term that has quickly become the cause of the pit in his chest. He tosses you a glare, mumbling the last bit in afterthought when you’re too far to sense the vibrations of his chords, “You never dust for me…”
“I texted you like two hours ago. I asked you what I should wear fifty minutes ago!”
Oxygen puffs your cheeks, hand wiping at the base of your forehead. He easily finds pace to the window overlooking the strip that holds your apartment, sliding the pane in place to allow the stiff evening breeze to calm your skin. The moon is at its peak and the stars are as dazzling as ever, but the moment is lost on Jimin when he hears the hurried shuffle of your feet and your phone ringing from the adjacent room.
What he wouldn’t willingly tell you is that he came over in hopes that, despite your abrupt cancellation, you would wanna see him as much as he wants to see you. It’s been nearly a week since he was within radius of your sweet smelling perfume and the outrageous puff of pink that was you walking from your house to the café between you in barely winter weather.
Despite reluctance, his hand lands on the perfect frame, your laughing faces stretched to full potential at one of the many parties that painted your youth. He gently wipes it clean of the dust nonexistent, taking the moment to savor what was and question what could be.
He wonders if he felt this then and wishes he could go back and recall how, or rather if, it was so easier to be so close to you in spite of the gaping chasm collapsed between. It’s a beautiful blur, the moment things changed for him nothing he can hinge to a specific moment. He wonders if there ever was one, or whether it was in that first moment, watching you walk toward him with nothing but potential spilling from every inch.
Sometimes he pretends it isn’t there, that’s it’s not love but a sudden observation of what love could be. The same but different. Different time, different person. Sometimes he would give anything to say it’s not you.
Wishful thinking or a guilty muse, he can never tell.
“Whoa, what’s wrong?”
He hears more than sees you stumble back in, tossing your phone haphazardly to the coffee table. It jolts the molten wax of a candle vanilla in scent. The overflow of the glass sloshing just enough to splash a pass onto your screen, instantly drying against the fragile surface. Jimin almost misses the ...maybe another time glaring beneath the sudden crack of the wax against the notification vibration.
“Nothing, just forget it. Do you wanna watch a movie or something?” You deflect, blowing the candle against evening breeze, the burn of the wick clearing into a cloud of smoke dancing around your ruffled crown. He hadn’t noticed your sudden change, a loose cardigan and grey sweats replacing your evening fancy. “Or you can leave, whatever.”
“He’s not right for you anyways,” He doesn’t need you to elaborate, fist already clenched against the rag still in his hold before he tosses it to the side in favor of a single step toward you. Jimin is quick to pull the bright from an evening cast in shadow. The brilliance of your features dulled by the shortest of phrases casually delivered over message. “You should date someone who really cares, someone who understands every part of you. Don’t settle for some guy who can’t even show up, choose someone like—”
“Someone like you?” The words drip with a humor of disbelief. As if the thought alone is the entertainment of ages. The ease with which you say the words, like they’re nothing. He thinks he could cry.
“I didn’t mean—”
“You think I haven’t thought of that? There’s no one like you Jimin. No one is ever gonna understand or put up with me like you do.” I don’t put up with you, I love you. “Sometimes I think you’ve ruined everyone else for me, because you’re always there and you’re always so perfect and understanding.”
“Because I do understand. Don’t let this guy get to you. When it’s the right person you’ll know.” You have to know.
“See? God, you’re always here and you always know what to say. Sometimes…” You falter just a tad, the thought of your next words knocking you back, your arms folding around the cardigan dipping from your shoulders in your sudden distress. “Sometimes I hate you for it.”
“What?”
“It’s like, I can’t even think about dating because it’s always so fucked. And you’re always here! Why are you always here!”
“I don’t—”
“Go live your life, Jimin, stop acting like I’m some child in need of constant reassurance.”
“I don’t think that. I just want you to be okay.”
“How could I possibly be okay? Jeongguk doesn’t wanna date me because he thinks it’s weird to date your best friend!” Because he knows I’m in love with you he aches to correct, the words tangling against the wet of his tongue. “And now my date canceled because suddenly I’m not interesting enough or something! And here you are to make it all better and tell me that they’re the problem when clearly it’s me! Or maybe it’s you! I didn’t want you here, I don’t want you here! You’re like a sign, a bad omen chasing away any potential for me to be happy!”
You’re hurt and he’d be a fool to think that what you’re saying is the truth or at least the whole of some festering grudge that has nonetheless been simmering below the surface. But he’s nothing if not a lover, left to grapple with the crack in the depths of his heart that takes your words like a well deserved blow.
If the sensible sliver of his brain were at full capacity he would pull you into his chest and endure the words like the shield that he’s become in times of anger and pain. Yours and his own. But he can’t seem to get past the repetitive nature of them
He realizes the silence and the heavy breathing, ball in his court but he’s forgotten all the plays. He cycles through the moments, the weight of your head on his shoulder for the millionth time. Dates come and gone or never shown at all, leaving him to pick up the pieces of insecurity that break and build with the shed of each skin tricked to shape itself into the first person to show an interest. He wonders what he could’ve done differently, better.
Sometimes I hate you for it. Hate. Hate. I don’t want you here. Maybe it’s your fault.
If he were a friend, just a friend, he thinks he could pull it together and guide you to the softness of the sofa, forgiving the words spewed when you’re well enough to realize the full extent. But in his mind he hasn’t been just a friend for a long time and to do so would seem disingenuine to himself. So instead of being there like he has so many times before, his hand finds the thick of the jacket he’d thrown to the sofa earlier. The fabric carves his shoulder and he steadies his fingers against the zipper. You don’t move, but your eyes never leave him and for the first time he doesn’t know what you’re thinking through the streaks of emotion staining you in dripping mascara.
“Do you want me to leave?” He doesn’t want it to be up to him because he knows he’s hopeless when it comes to you. He needs to hear you say it so that somehow, someway he can find the path to the door that seems too many steps away. So that he can finally breathe and decide what it all means to him.
Your lips part, a hiccup interrupting your jaw unhinged. Jimin lowers his gaze, too mistrusting in his trust of you and the small hope that you won’t send him away.
“I wanna be alone.”
It takes everything he has not to disregard the words, his legs sticking to the wood flooring each step forward. His muscles scream that he’s going the wrong direction, but he screams back just as loudly. He doesn’t look at you as he does it, doesn’t need to to feel you burning into his side. He wonders if you thought he would stay and somehow that fuels him further to go. When the door closes behind him, he’s unsure if the choked sob pounding in his ears is his or your own. But does it really matter?
You call Jimin for the first time a week later and it’s the first time he doesn’t answer.
For the 1 sentence prompt if your still doing it 🥺🥴 um: jimin x oc "I've literally been jumping through hoops and u still think I like XYZ. It's you DOOFUS. I LIKE U."
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no clear ending we die like men
“It’s okay if you like Tae, y’know,” he suddenly says, eyes weirdly zeroed in on the movie you know for a fact neither of you have been paying attention to. “He’s a great guy.”
“What?” You respond. “Tae? Who likes Tae?”
Jimin sighs, pauses the movie, when, again, neither of you are watching it. “Listen, I know you like him,” he rushes out, levels that understanding look your way when you just blink at him from over your phone. “__,” he groans, flopping back against the couch.
“What?” You huff, finally setting your phone aside to give him and his dramatics your wholehearted attention. “I’m just confused, because I genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about, Minnie.”
Jimin visibly deflates, stares up at the ceiling like it’ll open up and eat him suddenly. “I’m talking about you, and the way you cling to Taehyung like he’s your boyfriend. I… If you like him, it’s okay,” he murmurs, and you cannot believe your ears right now. “Yeah, he’s my best friend, and you’re my roommate, but I-I won’t stop you guys…”
Your mind blanks. “Oh my god,” you exhale, and now you understand why he looks up at the ceiling like that, because you really wish someone, the god of drywall, will strike down on you and put you out of your misery. “This is ridiculous,” you spit, whip the throw pillow you’d been tightly clutching across the living space as you make for your room.
“Hey!” Jimin calls out, stumbles after you down the hall. “We can talk about this like adults, __—please,” he begs, catches you around the waist just as you turn into your room.
“Let go,” you whine, wiggling in his grip. “You’re dumb and annoying.”
“What— just ‘cause I wanna clear the awkwardness,” Jimin chokes, let’s you go but makes sure he’s inside your room in case you try to slam the door on him. He huffs in annoyance, crosses his arms over his chest childishly. “Sorry for trying to keep a good relationship with my roommate.”
You groan in frustration, throw yourself into your mattress like a drama queen and flail your legs like a kid throwing a tantrum. “I said he was cute once, Jimin, once like two years ago,” you seethe. “I’ve literally been jumping through hoops for you, chasing after you since Seokjin’s party last summer, and you still think I like Taehyung?” You scream, sit up and jab a finger at him accusingly, even though you know you look every bit the madwoman.
His eyes widen at your confession, pouty lips drawn into a tiny circle as his peabrain grasps for some level of understanding. You wail, shove your face into your pillow at the outright rejection. “It’s you, you doofus,” you mope, wanting him to leave with every silent moment that stretches on. “I like you.”
it’s a light touch at first. one that you barely register, brain still foggy from the hours of sleep and eyes heavy. it’s a light touch but it has you instinctively moving towards it, seeking a comfort you can’t quite put a name on in this state. his fingers brush back your stray hairs, hand coming to rest on your jaw as his thumb idly traces the expanse of your cheek.
even as the sun trickles in and spills its golden light through the slats of the blinds, you know him by touch alone; you’d be able to recognize him blind.
and its when his legs entangle with yours, sighing his sweet angel sigh, that you know there’s nowhere else for you but right next to park jimin for the rest of your life.
a/n: woke up this morning feeling soft af, especially after these beach photos. here’s a little drabble i wrote for you guys while on my work break. i hope you enjoy!
"Come in; it's not that cold, baby!" He laughed as he splashed the seawater around with his feet.
Jimin noticed you were a little sad earlier and decided to drive you down to the spot where you met each other on one of your vacations to his hometown.
As he waited for your answer, he stared at you as you sat on a beach towel with a radiant smile on your face. The same smile he fell for the first time he laid eyes on you.
Memories of that day played on his mind like a movie. Everything with you was fast. The introduction of the first kiss and the sex. For that one time he had you, he knew he wouldn't be able to let you go, let alone forget you.
After weeks of being back from vacation, you couldn't stop thinking about him. You both kept in touch, but it wasn't enough. You missed his presence. You missed his touch and how easily he made you laugh at anything.
You thought you were crazy, thinking about moving to a new place because of a guy until your friend convinced you otherwise, "You wouldn't be moving over there just for him. It'll be for you as well. You deserve to be happy, and he makes you happy."
You smiled, remembering your friends' words as you stared at the gorgeous man who waited for you by the water.
After a couple of years together, he's still the one to put a smile on your face as easy as it is to breathe. He's still the one who gives you butterflies every time he does something sweet for you. His is still the touch you crave and the eyes you love getting lost in when he makes love to you. You don't regret a thing when it comes to him.
"Fine! But don't you dare throw me in there." You laughed as you ran towards him because you knew Jimin well. Throwing you in the water was what he was going to do as soon as he picked you up and wrapped your legs around him, and started running into the sea.
You didn't care at all, as long as it was him surrounding you in his laugh.
