the door slowly cracks open as you peek your head inside of the room. you see jimin sitting at his desk , staring at the computer screen and chatting to his fans live. he turns around as you fully enter the room.
“oh i didn’t know you were still live.” you say , as you stare at the live chat. “hi guys.” the chat moves quickly , thousands of people typing at once. jimin pats his thigh , wanting you to sit on his lap. you sit in between his thighs as he wraps his arms around you , reading the chat carefully. “ask us some questions guys.” jimin says to the chat. you stare at the screen for a moment , waiting for a good question.
“oooh here’s one,” you point at the screen. “is jimin a good kisser?” you read aloud. jimin giggles nervously , scrolling in the chat. “ask something else.” he says , his face turning a pale pink color. “i haven’t answered yet.” you adjust in his lap , thinking about your answer. “i think our first kiss was quite awkward..he accidentally kissed my chin…but on a regular basis his kisses are amazing.” jimin lets out a laugh , wanting the moment to be over. after a few moments of silence , jimin speaks , “here’s an embarrassing question about you.” jimin says staring hard at the screen. “what would you assume is her favorite kink?”
“absolutely not.” you say , shaking your head and elbowing jimin playfully. he hums , thinking for a moment. “it has to be watching the elderly—“ “stop! that’s not even true.” you whine at jimin as he throws his head back in laughter. “you’re so weird and that sounds like projection if anything.” you say , wrapping your arms around his neck.
you spend the next half hour chatting with the live chat on stream , before eventually leaving jimin to finish off the stream alone. you plop down on the couch , already seeing reposted clips of you and jimin’s bit on the live. after a few more minutes , jimin comes out into the living room. “oh are you done?” you ask him , checking the time. he shakes his head no and grabs a cold water bottle from the fridge , screwing off the top and guzzling down water.
when he finishes he looks over at you and throws the water bottle. it bounces off your phone and lands on the floor. you look up at him. “hey!” you say , sitting up and reaching down to grab the bottle. he walks over to you with a smile gingerly giving you a peck on the lips , grabbing the water bottle and throwing it in the trash. “i just wanted your attention.” he says , getting on top of you , making you lay back down on the couch. “you’re so annoying , did you know that?” you place your hands on the sides of his face.
“you like it.” jimin rests his head on your chest. “don’t you have a live chat to entertain?” you look over at the bedroom door. “they’ll be okay for a few minutes.” jimin kisses your neck. “we can’t get caught doing anything , or even heard. you’ll get in trouble.”
“i don’t care about that.” jimin runs his hands up your shirt. you smile softly , debating whether or not to give in. “plus , i know you like the risk so why bother trying to reason with me?” jimin sits up , looking down at your body. the way your bra was peeking through your white tank top was turning him on even more. he places his hand in between ur legs , feeling on your clit through your shorts. you squirm at the sudden feeling , watching his hands as he begins to pleasure you. with his left hand , he grabs onto your thigh , squeezing it gently.
you reach out onto his wrist , making him stop. he looks down at you once more , lifting you up a bit. you sit up slightly , ur back leaning on the arm of the couch , your legs still open. jimin gets close , gripping onto the sides of your shorts and pulling down , exposing you. the AC makes your now exposed skin cold , making you shiver. jimin quickly takes off his shirt , revealing his tattoo and fit figure.
he unbuttons his pants and takes out his cock from his boxers. you look down at it , feeling intimidated for some reason as he was already hard. he licks his fingers and rubs them against your vagina , making your folds wet for him. he does the same to his cock , grabbing it and lining up with you.
he pushes himself against you , sliding in slowly. you put your hand against his chest , but he makes no effort to slow down. he begins to thrust in you silently , not wanting anyone to hear what was going on. you shut your eyes , trying to resist the urge to moan. “don’t make noise.” jimin says , whispering in your ear as he continues to fuck you. keeping your hand on his chest , you feel yourself becoming slippery as jimin softly pounds you with ease. your legs feel shaky with pleasure , the feeling of wanting to cum already creeping up inside of you.
jimin notices and shakes his head no , not wanting you to finish so quickly. your toes curl as he goes deep inside you, his chest touching yours. he moves your hand from his chest , interlocking his fingers with yours. he slides out and sits you up , turning you around on your knees. your elbows rest on the couch arm as you bend a bit lower , arching your back.
the idea of lube and oils makes you excited , but you realize they’re in the room and you wouldn’t be able to sneak past the livestream to go get them.
jimin puts himself back inside of you , thrusting. he holds onto your hips as you fuck him back , feeling sticky and aroused. he stops thrusting inside of you , letting you do the work. you fuck yourself on him slowly , enjoying every moment of pleasure when suddenly , jimin grabs onto your neck with his left hand , forcing you up. he tangles his right hand with your hair , pulling it gently. he begins to pound you.
you shut your eyes , your hands resting on the couch arm. before you can cum , jimin stops thrusting , unloading himself inside of you. you feel his cum dripping out of you as you try to pant as quietly as possible. he waits a few moments , softly beginning to fuck you again. his cum spreads all over your vagina and thighs as his cum also coats his cock. he fucks you quietly but roughly , wanting to make you cum before he went back in the room.
you let out a squeal as you orgasm on his cock. jimin immediately covers your mouth , gripping it harshly. after a few moments , you turn to face him as he slides out of you. his face is pink and his hair looks messy. you smile at him as he gives you a kiss. you try to fix up his hair a bit as he grabs his shirt and puts it back on , buckling up his pants too. when he feels ready enough to go back in the room , he grabs another water bottle and opens the door to the room , leaving you out of breath on the couch as he goes back to his livestream.
·˚ ༘ 💌 IMAGINE┊forgetting all about the movie because jimin has other plans.
TAGS — bf!jimin, creampies, raw sex, cow girl style, dirty talk cause it’s jimin, pussy put his ass to sleep, movie night gone right, domesticity, fluff
WORD COUNT — 1.1 k
The sounds of skin smacking against skin filled the dimly lit room. Your soft huffs and Jimin's quiet groans mixed together to produce what people would think is the most nasty sex of all. You've both been at it for a while now, this was supposed to be a movie night with your boyfriend but it obviously didn't turn out that way.
The bed creaks in protest to the rough bouncing and grinding, shifting against the wall as the headboard slams into it. Jimin bites his lip and admires the way your pretty tits jiggle inside your lacy bralette. He leans forward and eyes you with mischief as he buries his face against your tits.
You bite your lip and move your hands from his shoulders to the back of his hair as you run your hands through the soft black locks. He laughs huskily and begins to leave open mouthed kisses on the soft flesh of your tits. He picks a spot and sucks on it with the intention of marking you up. Jimin runs his tongue over a specific spot and then sucks hard enough to bruise.
"Jimin," you softly moan and run your hands through his hair, "that's enough." You quietly laugh and bite your lip as you gently tug his head back.
Jimin stares up at you with a grin as he bites his lip, "Thought you wanted me to mark you baby." He rasps out, hands tightening around your ass and giving each cheek a plump squeeze and a small slap.
You moan at the pleasant sting and roll your hips in figure of eights, "Mmm, my neck." You point out knowingly because he absolutely marked you up there.
Jimin closes his eyes as a low moan escapes his lips, "Shit right there baby." He moans out as his cock throbs weakly inside of you.
You repeat your movements on his cock and find that he's enjoying more than he lets on. Slowly you manage to swivel your hips and roll them sensually, a lot more calmer than the rough riding from earlier. His cock rubs up deliciously against your walls, you feel so full and stretched out nicely. You feel the head occasionally brush up against your g-spot.
"Fuckin' love the way you ride me baby, look so goddamn sexy sitting my cock like that and riding me like it's nobodies business." Jimin pants softly, "God I could just cum from the sight of you.” He hisses and slowly slides down from the headboard so he’s lying on his back now.
You eagerly roll your hips faster, taking it as a sign to go back to riding him like before. “Feel so big inside of me,” you moan out, “fills me up just the way I like it.” You lick your lips and grin.
Jimin grunts, “Fucking minx.” He slaps your ass, clearly turned on by you feeding his ego.
“ ‘s true Min,” you whimper and bounce in place, “you fill me up so good I can still feel the shape of your cock inside of me even after we finish.” You run your hands down his chest and settle them on his abdomen, “Gonna fill my pussy up with your cum baby? Gonna leave me dripping?”
He bites his lip and nods eagerly, “I’m going to leave your pussy dripping with my cum so everyone knows who you belong to.” He whispers out and flips the two of you over.
You moan unabashedly as he begins rolling his hips in ways that have you seeing stars. You reach down shakily to rub your clit in fast circles. “Jimin–” you whimper.
His cock drives in so deep you can feel it poking at your cervix or something. Jimin’s pumping into you at a languid pace, smacking his pelvis against yours repeatedly. You rock a little from the force, watching as his bangs cover his face, lips only visible.
His necklace dangles in your face as he slowly slides his hands upward and grips the headboard with one hand. “Gonna cum for me like a good girl?” He rasps out.
You nod eagerly, “Y-Yeah,” you moan, “keep going baby, right there.”
Jimin fucks into your pussy faster and harder, the bed creaks and slams into the wall much louder now. If his roommates didn’t know what you were doing, they did now. He grunted from the force of his thrusts, his thighs smack into your ass every time he pressed down deep inside of you.
“Jimin..!” You breathily cry out, your toes curl from the intense pleasure you’re feeling.
“That’s it, cum for me baby.” He whispers out and keeps grinding into you.
Your back arches, lips parting as no sound leaves you. You feel like you’ve been hit with a ton of bricks as your orgasm quite literally leaves you breathless. Your pussy clenches down tightly and throbs around his cock as you basically drench his cock with your slick.
The slide is slippery, his cock glides in and out of you smoothly as he works his hips faster and faster. Jimin’s moans are louder now as he nears his own orgasm. He buries his face in your neck and shudders with each push of his hips. “God baby,” he grunts.
You can feel his balls slap against your ass every time he thrusts forward. He snaps his hips harshly repeatedly, jabbing into you with rough punishing thrusts. “y/n,” he moans and attacks your neck with a series of harsh kisses and brutal love bites.
Jimin works his hips faster and faster until he finally seizes up and cums hard inside of you. He shudders and hugs your body tightly as he pumps his cum into your awaiting pussy. His cock throbs pitifully from inside of you.
“Ohh fuck.” Jimin whispers and turns his head, panting harshly as he smothers you in kisses.
You hum softly and lazily reach up to stroke his hair as he finally stops rocking inside of you. “Mm.” Your eyes flutter open and you stare at his blissed out face.
“Gonna knock out.” Jimin smiles sleepily, eyes still shut as he holds you tenderly in a warm hug.
You giggle tiredly, “Are you really that tired?”
He chuckles softly and adjusts his head on your chest, “No, pussy put me to sleep.” He softly says and ends up falling asleep a few seconds after saying that.
You smile fondly and kiss his forehead as you curl around him, “I love you Mimi.” You softly coo in his ear.
Summary: How many trips to the store does it take to decorate a tree?
▸ Pairing: Jimin x F!reader
▸ Rating / Genre / AU: PG-13 / fluff, humor
▸ Warnings: N/A
▸ Word Count: 1.3k
▸ A/N: This gift was created through @bangtansecretsanta and is for fellow Wings era enthusiast @jiminzfilter. Surprise~~!! I hope you enjoy, lovely!
Thank you to Cherry for beta’ing and banner-ing!
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In this world, there is nothing that brings you more displeasure than being outside in the cold. Yet here you are, trudging to the seasonal decor shop in 5 layers of clothing so heavy that it feels like you’re dragging yourself along in a suit of armor. Your mind is begging you to end this mission, but your heart has other ideas. It’s the day before Christmas Eve – you have to try just one more time.
You have to stop when you finally do arrive at your destination to catch your breath. Why were you breathing so hard? Get it together and don’t embarrass yourself this time! You close your eyes, inhale shakily, and release. As your breath steams away from you, you will your nerves to do the same.
A gust of heated air warms your face as you step through the automated sliding doors of the shop. When the entry bell dings, a store greeter hands you a shopping basket on queue and gives you their best customer service smile. “Oh! Nice to see you again. Welcome back!” It takes everything in you to ignore the mortification spreading across your cheeks and provide a salutation of your own before scurrying down the aisles to the ornament section, a path you know all too well.
This is the 4th time you’ve visited the shop this week and somewhere around the 20th time in the last month and a half since the storefront opened for the season. The same thing happens every time: you peruse the ornaments for a conspicuously long time, have an awkward chat with the associate who always comes by to help, then you buy only 1 bauble and leave. Needless to say, your flimsy excuse of “perfecting your Christmas tree” has been seen through by everyone on staff.
By now they probably have a nickname for you. Christmas Tree Courtney? Ornament Olive? Sketchy Sarah? Please, not Sketchy Sarah.
“Y/N! How’s the tree coming along?” And there it is. That angelic voice you’ve fallen in love with yanks you out of your panicked imaginings so you can panic in real life instead.
At the end of the aisle is the most stunning man you’ve ever seen with a cherubic face and gorgeous, cat-like eyes. His ash gray hair catches the twinkling of the fairy lights that line the shelves, giving him an almost ethereal glow. You’ve come to know this remarkable man in this unremarkable store as Jimin. What started as a harmless crush on him has turned into a (failing) mission to ask him out. For all of the times you’ve plucked up the courage to go see him, however, that grit flies out the window once he’s standing in front of you.
You remind yourself to pick your jaw up from the floor as he approaches. “H-Hey! It’s looking good, almost done.”
Jimin reaches your side and then turns to regard the wall of ornaments that you’re pretending to be interested in. “I should hope so,” he finally says after a pause. “This is our last day after all.”
Pause. “Last day?” Hopefully, that didn’t come out as stressed as you’re feeling right now.
“Well, yeah.” Jimin absently grabs a glittery star from the wall to watch it twinkle in his hand. “We’re closed tomorrow and on Christmas day. The store’s done for the season.”
Internally, your world has come to a screeching halt. Surely, things can’t end so uneventfully? You’ve journeyed here to see Jimin for weeks on end and for what? To chicken out every time and watch as the love of your life (you’re positive that he is) slips through your fingers? Your hopeful Christmas story is starting to look much more like a tale of the one that got away.
Unsure of what to say, you grab a bulb of your own, a shiny red one, and turn it in your hands. Jimin’s eyes catch yours in its reflection. He’s studying you as if he knows you’re hiding something from him.
Instead, he grants you mercy by continuing the conversation himself. “Are you sure that’s the one? This ornament, I mean.” He gestures to the one in your hand. “I thought you said this year’s theme was tan and green?”
Queue the worst fake laugh you’ve ever laughed. “No, you’re right. I don’t know where my head is today!” This is not a lie. “Let me just–”
You reach to hang the ornament back on its display, but Jimin gently intercepts your hand, slender fingers stealing the loop from yours. His smile is so beautiful that it hurts. “I’ve got it,” he says. “Here, I think I’ve got the perfect one for you.”
Jimin crowds you between himself and the ornament wall, reaching above you to grab one above your head. Your eyes catch a sliver of the plush of his stomach that’s exposed when his shirt rides up and though you’ll never admit it, your mind is instantly flooded with thoughts of sin. It’s so hot in here all of a sudden.
“Here!” Jimin once again pulls you back into the present, this time by gently bringing your hands together to form a cup. You accept your new position obediently as he places an oversized, almost-bronze bauble in your hands. “I think this could be the missing piece,” he grins proudly.
Everything about Jimin is so soft, so elegant, so overwhelming. No wonder you can only ever leave here with one item every time – how are you supposed to follow that up? It really will be a pretty addition to your Christmas tree even though it’s been “complete” for a while now. It’s just hard to focus on that when you’re having skin-to-skin contact with the most dazzling person you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.
Finally, you manage to show gratitude with words. “Actually, I think you’re right. Perfect recommendation as always, Jimin!” This is all too much. You need to get out of here before you say something stupid. There’ll be time to wallow in despair about your own cowardice later. “Thank you so, so much. And Merry Christmas!”
You can’t look him in the eyes as you say it, opting to glue your gaze to the bauble in your hands as you turn to leave.
“W-Wait! One more thing!”
Body reacting before mind, you spin on your heel to face Jimin one last time. He produces a slip of paper from his apron pocket and beckons you back over to him so he can place it in your coat pocket. When your eyebrow quirks up in confusion, he explains, “Open it after you leave.”
“Wha–”
“Hi, how can I help you?” Just as abruptly things began, they end with Jimin breezing past you to help another customer that’s wandered into the aisle. He’s absorbed in his Ornament Monitor duties – acting as if your interaction hadn’t happened.
It dawns on you that this is the last time you’ll see him. The moment for action has passed, you have to go home and never see this exquisite specimen of a man again. Your clothes suddenly feel like bricks as you make your way to the register up front to pay.
The same clerk that greeted you at the door squeals “finally!” when you check out, but you barely hear it. All that’s on your mind is missed opportunities with Jimin. You thank the clerk for their help robotically and head out the door to begin your walk of solitude back home.
The chill of reality hits your skin and you immediately shove your hands into your pockets. The paper Jimin left with you crinkles under your fingertips and urges you to inspect it now instead of in the warmth of your Jimin-less home.
Ignoring the frost biting at your hands, you unfurl the stationary as you stand on the sidewalk. In black pen is a phone number and beneath it, dainty handwriting: “Call me? :)”
Looks like you’ve got your Christmas miracle after all.
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Summary: Sweater-weather galore, entails fluffy pullovers, sweatshirt, comfy pants, maybe a nice gaming setup, a good game to play, potentially good company and to top it of maybe even a setup of LED lights illuminating the room.
Authors Note: Sweven – (n.) a vision seen in sleep; a dream
Kimchi bokkeumbap – Kimchi fried rice
( Ao3 Version )
‘’You finally did it!’’
A wide grin of triumph raises upon my lips as I glance towards the blue haired dancer that walks into the room looking amazed at the screen. The LED light strips that Jin glued to the corners of his side of the room switch from a blue glow into a purple-ish pink one.
‘’And it only took a hundred of years to achieve!’’ I complain moving my head to the side to look at the oldest of my boyfriends on whose lap I’ve made myself comfortable. He remains relaxed against the carefully structured pillows that he stacked against the headboard before the game began.
He takes a hold of the controller in my hand’s attention still on the continuing game, the newly purchase TV across the room with a brand-new gaming console sitting on an already decorated TV stand. He continues to press the buttons of the controller playing the game for me.
‘’Hey, hey, hey.’’ He pips up moving the character on screen concentration alternating between the game and us ‘’Don’t exaggerate so much. I practically did half the work.’’ He makes his point grunting as the figure of spiderman on the screen keeps swinging, rushing after a car. I can only shake my head at his statement knowing full well I’ve completed the level he was stuck on for 2 days in 3 tries.
‘’Of course, you did hyung.’’ Jimin states chirpily with a faint smile having stopped at the foot of the bed as we all watch the short loading scene as it plays and shifts the character elsewhere. Looking at the dancer, he is dressed comfy in a white fluffy pullover, and fila black sweatpants, his hair unmade face void of makeup for once, glasses paired up with the look meaning he decided on taking an easy day at home. As he turns his head towards us, I offer him a smile patting the bed on my left side, while Jin distractedly mutters curses under his breath.
‘’Have you eaten?’’ I find myself asking as Jimin makes his way over without complaint, sitting comfortably on the edge of the bed sort of keeping a distance at the moment which does strike me as odd. He nods reserved but accepts my offered hand.
‘’Hoseok hyung ordered Kimchi bokkeumbap. I’m full.’’ He presents a gentle smile, eyes trained solemnly onto me, until Jin sort of bumps me forward.
‘’Are you kidding me?!’’ he groans in complaint ending up leaning onto me bending me in half. He lets go of the glowing controller of the PS5 which as mentioned before I’ve only recently convinced him to get and lets it rest bellow my joined knees while his hands fall limply onto my thighs ‘’That’s a foul, I did nothing wrong, this game is hacked.’’ The elder complains leaving me sort of immobilized in the position I am in, as he wallows in self-pity. Looking at Jimin he has a smile on his face still holding onto my hand, the amusement unmissable like the tension in his body that seems to remain even in the comfort and safety of being home.
‘’Ah yes I’m sure this must be a conspiracy against you babe, you’re too good of a player and this is all simply wrong.’’ I try agreeing with him, but the use of sarcasm is heavy in my tone Jimin’s hand going quickly up to cover his mouth.
‘’Thank you!!!’’ Seokjin yells unnecessarily loud but thankfully straightens up hands now gripping my thighs ‘’We should send a complaint about this mistreatment! You are my witnesses!!!’’ he proceeds to give a loud peck onto my cheek and pull me into him hands taking a hold of the controller as he starts another round, frustration lingering.
‘’Uh huh, any time babe.’’ I reply trying to fish out for my fallen phone that his sudden actions have caused me to drop in between my previous bent legs. Not being able to reach it as it’s more so stuck under Jin’s right calf, Jimin sets on the move and let’s go of my hand to reach for it.
‘’Jahhh Jimin-ah I’m going to kick yo…WAHHH did you see that?!’’ he points at the screen ending up ranting more so to himself. He lets himself fall onto his right side, supporting himself on his right elbow, keeping me in a sense caged in between his shifted legs.
‘’Thank you Jiminie!’’ I cheer accepting my phone not missing the awkwardness the dancer still seems to cling on to ‘’My hero, that was very brave.’’ I compliment him but start to shift away from the elder that doesn’t seem to mind, until I have straddled his left leg and have turned around in his lap.
‘’Where are you going?’’ he snaps his head to glare at me upset at first glance ‘’You are my lucky charm! You’ve said so yourself, so where…aiiiishhhhh see I lost.’’ Mid complaint he turns to the TV as the tune indicates his loss. I take my chance and climb up making quick progress of pushing Jimin down, so he sits still awkwardly on the edge of the bed, but gives me the opportunity to cage him in.
‘’If you win the next round, I’ll give you a super good luck kiss and sit in your lap again, okay? If not, I’m just going to have to keep cuddling Jiminie. Deal?’’
The prospect of my proposition has Jin exiting the newly started quest. He raises an eyebrow looking at the still tense Jimin, and then to me narrowing his eyes as if I’m the bad guy.
‘’Deal.’’ He states sitting upwards leaning in closer staring me down ‘’But I want an extra reward if I win the 1st spot.’’
Honestly by this point I’m not at all surprised by his stubbornness as he remains plainly glaring at me expectantly. I wrack my brain for a moment trying to recall if he whined and asked for anything specific this week – all I can muster is his sugar-coated request for a blowjob not even 2 days ago.
‘’Ah hyung don’t be so demanding of Noona. Your conditions are long enough.’’ Jimin speaks up, his hands holding onto me in a manner to prevent me from accidentally falling from the bed as my position is awkward one leg hanging over the bed, one barely dug into the very edge of the mattress near Jimin’s hip.
‘’The reward has you included Jimin-ah don’t say things you don’t mean.’’ Jin is quick to snap but in a hilarious and non-hostile manner as he switches his glare to the youngest of us three that stares back at him with wide eyes, leaving me completely at loss as of what he wants exactly.
So, sealing the deal I straighten my posture cupping Jin’s face and bring out lips together, biting into his bottom lip for good measure to tell him indirectly that I mean serious business. He is the one that lets out a whine in the end eyebrows furrowed as he stares at me, my hands still cupping his face. A flush is beginning to make itself present colouring his cheeks rosy which I’m able to see thanks to the bright lighting change of the room. Before I can comment on it, he’s pecking me once more, tongue cheekily running over my lips. Only after that does he start moving and wiggling from the bed legit standing onto his feet.
‘’Oppa…’’ I attempt to rise ready to tackle him down as he’s being extra. Before I get my chance, I watch dumbfounded as Jin rolls out his gaming chair away from his computer desk and pushes it over to the right end of the bed, facing the TV.
‘’1stplace! Be ready!’’ the elder points his finger at the two of us giving me a pointed look before his attention is fully committed onto the TV fingers working on mashing the buttons, as the character moves strategically forward from the start. Humming to myself I turn to Jimin, the position we’ve been for a while now having become extremely uncomfortable. Giving the younger an apologetic smile, he ends up chuckling with me as we finally shift around, settling on our sides with me resting my head against a stack of pillows while he to my surprise doesn’t watch Jin but ends up hugging me in return, face buried into my neck face glasses free as he removes them in the process.
I hold him tight and close, opting between scratching his back with my left hand, or running my fingers through his fluffy hair with my left hand. After 3 solid rounds of Jin coming up short he has retorted into complete silence, only the music playing through the speakers of the TV.
Judging by the stillness of the younger boy in my arms I assume he has fallen asleep. His unusual lack of cheerfulness is worrisome. But with all 7 of them I’ve learned when to wait for them to open up, that approach even if I loathe, I’ve realized benefits all.
‘’Noona?’’ I hum in reply surprised slightly that he is awake. I keep my eyes on the struggling Jin who dies as on que, and ends up throwing his hands in the air, rolling on his chair to give me an annoyed look. I immediately smile at him at how cute he is, even if his frustration is reaching its peak.
Given the lack of further questions I press a kiss to Jimin’s forehead and close my eyes for the moment being just taking in the calmness and good comfy vibes I’m in the midst of.
‘’Do you love me?’’
The question isn’t uncommon, just last night Jeongguk was teasing me with it trying to prove that I don’t love him as much as he loves me. Total nonsense but the kid of course won thanks to his persistence. And just last week Hoseok demanded to be declared the winner above all the boys, his love uncontainable and ever expanding. Silly boys.
But I know that this time it’s different. The question having a sort of make-or-break tone to it.
Without a slimmer of hesitation, I reply ‘’More than I love myself.’’
The chair does make a slight cracking sound, my eyes opening to see Seokjin staring at us, his eyebrow lifted as I met his gaze ‘’You are my whole world.’’ I whisper and lean backwards my left hand coming to cup Jimin’s face as he remains still head resting on the pillow ‘’Where is this coming from my prince?’’ I ask the nickname reserved only for him. He doesn’t look at me, keeping his eyes averted downwards, hands that are somewhere behind my back, fidgeting.
‘’You shouldn’t say that.’’ he ends up stating looking rather serious as his eyes finally find my own.
Not bating an eye, I meet his serious gaze spot on ‘’It’s the truth.’’
His face twists into one of disapproval while I contemplate his words, wondering what I’ve done to upset him. In the stillness of the room, I pick up on the lack of button pressing ‘’You promised to love yourself too Noona so don’t say that. The others are special you should love them…’’
‘’Ap ap ap ap ap.’’ I interrupt him immediately which could be deemed rude as I bring my hand upwards to cover his mouth stopping him his eyes widening but otherwise, he doesn’t indicate any discomfort ‘’I do love myself Jimin-ah. Frankly, I’m well aware that I am a straight up snack.’’ I state confidently ‘’Second of all, that doesn’t mean I can’t love you more than I do myself. Because I do. I can’t explain it, it’s not something I can scientifically prove or weight, but you are my whole world. If you won’t understand it then can you at least acknowledge it? Or trust my words without a doubt?’’
My mood sours, his thoughts anchored in tricky waters making me want to prove to him how much he means to me. I want to give him my all if it would make him happy. Faintly nodding I remove my hand from his lips letting my fingers brush over his chin a quiet ‘’Understood.’’ Following.
He attempts to avert his eyes ready to bury his face and hide away but it’s futile as I’m quicker having developed some sort of “insight” in regards of the boys. A tad bit too hard I go for it, slamming our lips together and steal his breath away – literally judging by the small gasp he lets out – as I demand his participation, my hand that went through his hair before lovingly now tightens, holding him in place. Given that he isn’t pushing me away or breaking apart it’s safe to say that he doesn’t mind the roughness the mewl that leaves his parted lips a strong indicator of what he’s feeling in the moment.
It’s not until I’m breathless and candidly a bit sweaty as I was warm before but this whole ordeal just heated up my blood, so I break the kiss taking him in not being able to see his flushed cheeks thanks to the changing lighting that colours the room into a light blue hue. He looks at me through half parted lids breathing rushed as is my own, time coming to a still.
He is such a gorgeous man he isn’t even aware of it most of the time. He has no inclination what effect he has on me, and this whole ordeal of insecurity for my lack of love against him? That is baffling it truly is.
His right-hand rests over the midst of my back, to hold me close as if I am going to run away. Dragging his free hand in the front albeit a bit awkwardly, I manoeuvre it and press it above my heart ‘’This belongs to you, I hope that you’re aware of that. All the responsibility of taking care of this is in your hands.’’
The startlement in his eyes is fucking melting my heart as we speak, the star like reflection from the lights draw magic in his irises. Lifting my head, I end up looking at Jin that has stopped playing the game all together and has a longing gaze as he watches us surprised when we lock eyes ‘’And you too!’’ I half shout pointing my finger at him ‘’You are both the loves of my life. Keepers of this sack of blood right here.’’ I end up grinning even before I end the sentence the groan of disgust unanimous from both boys.
Ending up laughing at the reference I’ve chosen, I raise my arm watching as Jin beginds moving, controller forgotten as he crawls back onto the bed going straight to enveloping Jimin into a tight hug, falling on the dancer’s other side.
‘’Ah you can’t just be profound and well-spoken and go and ruin the moment with something nasty like that!’’ Jimin complains hands rubbing over his face one deviating running quickly through his parted hair. The whole motion has me quirking my eyebrows smirking at the younger boy while Jin remains smiling hand reaching over fingers tapping the midst of my thigh.
‘’I thought it was fitting.’’ Jin states cheerfully ‘’Gross yes but I applaud you.’’ He offers me his hand the offering comical and bizarre but not unusual for Kim Seokjin. Laughing it off, I pull my hand away from Jimin and sit up shaking Jin’s hand firmly, Jimin’s tug on the hoodie I’m wearing nothing new his action endearing.
‘’You both are gross.’’ He complains half-assed-ly fingers still gripping the material.
‘’Gross in love maybe yeah.’’ I continue Jin’s nodding cuddling up to Jimin once I pull my hand back.
‘’Definitely that, not maybe. Be confident about it jagiya!’’ he cheers as I shift and sling my legs over Jimin’s the two remaining pliant and hugging one another.
‘’The point is to prove how massively, ginormous, whole universally big my love is for you, how much I love you. Giganteously, massively…I said that already, didn’t I? Enormous, o….’’
‘’Alright, alright, alright.’’ Jimin springs up, his hand this time catching my own wandering ones to stop my train of thoughts ‘’Message received loud and clear.’’ He turns to Jin who remains lying on his back comfortably smiling in amused ‘’Hyung you don’t have to encourage Noona all the time.’’ Jin ends up laughing at the statement drawing Jimin’s attention away to which I shake of his hands, placing my own over his shoulders, settling myself to straddle his right thigh properly.
‘’I’m glad you are the middleman Jimin-ah. First you took my side, now Oppa’s you are perfect and amazing!’’ I cheer and lean in to give him kisses all over his face.
‘’Uh huh. Middleman is the perfect description.’’ Jin hums shifting too, as Jimin’s both hands end up resting over my hips.
‘’Yahhh, you are taking it too literal ughaaaa…’’ the moan passing the dancer’s lips has my attention immediately as I lean back and watch as Jin has taken to kissing the left side of Jimin’s neck, his hands brushing over the inside of my thighs not paying attention to me but rather to Jimin’s body, as his hands have found their way underneath Jimin’s fluffy pullover.
I quirk an eyebrow in intrigue pulling my hands back sort of awkwardly resting them atop my thighs as I observe the two. With the bad vibes and odd feelings left behind Jimin has settled for running his hands over my covered legs, the leggings comfortable and thin enough enabling me to feel how warm his palms are. Just like Jin has done, his hands start sliding and lifting Namjoon’s yellow hoodie I’ve been wearing since the morning.
‘’H-hyung…’’ Jimin gasps as Jin bites onto his neck the action making me raise my hands in the gesture of being innocent as both boys look at me.
‘’As everyone present can see, I have not made any marks and will not be responsible for any future scolding’s that might proceed…’’ Jimin starts to giggle at my words throwing his head back against Jin shoulder while the older singer groans and readjust his position, long hands easily reaching both of my own as he pulls me closer forcing me to shift my knees and stance so I can straddle Jimin fully. I feel him underneath me…
‘’Oh wha…’’
‘’Jimin-ah kiss her.’’ Jin’s order makes my head snap up in question as if Jimin is going to blindly follow his directory. To my surprise the younger boy does, enthusiastically moving his mouth even though it takes me a second to catch up on the proceedings, Jin’s hands guiding my own under Jimin’s sweater who moans into the kiss.
‘’That’s it.’’ Jin coo’s both of us feeling as Jimin’s shudders, his tongue quick to swipe in between my lips, kiss turning demanding. Grabbing onto Jin’s hands preventing us from exploring further, I thrust my hips forward grinding myself against the dancer that breaks the kiss, the hardness I’m feeling underneath unfamiliar rising questions.
I stare at a very shy Jimin with wide eyes, scrambling backwards ‘’What did you do?’’ I ask breathless from wonder, forcing his legs apart in the process making him lie against the older who stares at me in question as he holds him back whilst I pull down Jimin’s sweats.
‘’N-no, it was supposed to be…’’ he pauses, as I untangle his legs from the material staring with a dry mouth as something that’s definitely not entirely his cock outlining the blue briefs, he chose to wear today that have me fumbling with the pants for a moment too long ‘’…a surprise.’’
‘’Oh my, my, my.’’ Jin coo’s intrigued one hand lifting the end of the sweater while the other goes straight for the cock cage that Jimin has put on. As I come to a still letting the pants fall on the floor, I look up at Jimin who has covered his face in embarrassment.
‘’Tell us Jimin-ah was this a surprise for your Noona?’’ Jin’s tone is dripping with sweetness, mischief written over his soft features as he stares at me with dark eyes ‘’Did you want to surprise her sweetheart?’’ his tone is fucking alluring having that edge where you would want him to call you honestly anything he wants to, where you want and constantly crave his praise.
And the kisses that he starts to press against Jimin’s cheek wherever he can reach are just the cheery on top. I watch as the younger faintly nods hands falling from his face, hovering in the air uncertainty as he nods looking at me with hooded eyes, trinkets of stars still sparkling in his irises.
‘’Such a lovely surprise, you have here baby.’’ I nod along Jin’s words sliding my hands up over Jimin’s smooth and muscular legs, starting over his ankles and leading my fingers upwards over his knees up his thighs as I settle between his spread legs.
‘’Can we get you more comfortable and take these off too, precious?’’ Jin asks toying with the elastic of the briefs stretching them from his body and then lets them snap back, the timid and delicate whimper the result of surprise ‘’Will you let Noona unwrap your present for her?’’
This time Jin looks straight at me, his look meaningful but commanding on its own. I’m not flustered easily, the other boys don’t really intimidate me that much anymore, I’ve taken it as fun and exciting to exploit their weak spots, turning them to pleasure and specially twist their perception on some things. But Jin…huh there is something sinister behind those innocent eyes.
‘’Please.’’ Jimin breathes quietly almost making me miss it how soft and small his voice has gotten.
‘’That’s a good boy.’’ Jin praises him pressing a kiss to the side of his head. Wasting no time, I gently as ever tug on the elastic band pulling the boxers downwards revealing more skin the cock cage absolutely glorious dipped in purple – something I’m sure Jeongguk persuaded him to get – his cock trapped in it already looking angry pink.
I open my mouth to say something once I drag the cloth past both ankles, but Jimin sits up by himself and reaches under the sweater pulling of a necklace with a key, looking at me all doe eyed and innocent when we all know he is far from it – obviously by the cage itself. He’s a little devil, isn’t he?
‘’Thank you lovely.’’ Leaning closer he eagerly engages into a kiss prolonging it keeping it timid to a degree, lips incredibly soft and gentle as they move with my own. Jin hum’s behind Jimin pressing kisses to the back of his exposed neck.
‘’You two are just the loveliest cuties I have ever laid my eyes on huh.’’ It’s not a question.
If I wasn’t distracted by Jimin’s luscious lips I’d already bring Jin a few notches down, his confidence tonight a key element in what’s about to transpire, I’m sure.
Jimin’s hands that were hovering in air before the kiss I’m sure initially he wanted to take his necklace off and hand it to me. Just to look a bit cool and maybe a little cheesy, I gently grasp his hands at first blindly grasping for them. Once I get a hold and touch the silver chain necklace knowing it’s big enough, I guide his hands along transferring the jewellery from his head over my own, midpoint breaking the kiss the distraction to much.
I smile gleefully as he glances up at what we are doing, eager to move my hair around and accommodate the necklace around my neck.
‘’You are always so nice baby. My goodness I wouldn’t know the difference between the sun and rain without you.’’ I coo imitating the way Jin is talking, loving the fluffy feeling building inside my chest at the cute expressions Jimin keeps making.
‘’Because without you, we’d only have rain.’’ Jin plays along, leaving Jimin’s skin finally alone his hands on the other hand fully taking advantage exploring under the dancer’s pullover, rising it under his armpits.
‘’Honestly baby.’’ I sigh trying my best to uphold eye contact with Jimin and not look at the way Jin’s fingers circle his perky nipples, the little noises leaving him sounding harmonious already to my ears ‘’You’ve no idea how happy you make us.’’
Crawling closer my hands drop to his hands that rest over my shoulders. Giving a kiss to the top of both of his hands I drop them over his flat and defined tummy, a six-pack making an appearance despite out constant reassurance that we love his tummy flat as it is.
‘’Now what are we going to do with you huh, prince?’’ I end up humming in question letting the blunt end of my black painted nails run down his skin with some force but not at all intent on marking his skin. He hisses as I reach the cock cage, curiously admiring it as I let my fingertips this time touch around and near the beginning of it, the little lock put on the underside something that makes now perfect sense as to why was he looking uncomfortable and tense.
It doesn’t explain his feelings of doubt but, it provides some answers to some questions.
‘’I-It hurts, Noona.’’ He mewls as I prod my fingers in curiosity tracing the ‘contraption’ not reaching much of his already leaking cock, that’s unable to stand up straight thanks to the curve of the whole thing. It’s sort of exhilarating to be so defenceless in a sense. And it leaves me a bit lost at first on how to tease him as usually with Jiminie edging is the way to go ‘’Ahahhhh Hyunggg…’’ he ends up whining due to Jin twisting his poor nipples firmly, the dancer’s whole body shaking as if to push the older man off.
‘’Now, now we all know you like what I’m doing, pretty prince, don’t start being dishonest.’’ The singer is quick to chid him, grasping Jimin’s chest as if he is a woman and has breasts, his hands looking nice fingers prettily resting on Jimin’s skin, tattoo peeking under Jin’s right wrist.
‘’I’m n-n…’’ the slap delivered from my own hands to his thighs has him yelping but thanks to Jin’s hold Jimin remains unmoving, a sob making an appearance as his star-twinkling eyes begin to fill with tears ‘’S-s-sorry, I’m s-sorry Oppa.’’
His apology and the way he addresses Jin has our boyfriend, press a kiss with a smile to the dancers cheek whispering a ‘’Good boy.’’ Before he straightens up his sharp eyes landing on me.
I’ve already grasped the end of Namjoon’s hoodie pulling it over my head, key getting caught in the process but easily managed as I make way of getting rid of the shirt underneath, leaving me in a bra and leggings that cover up my tummy still.
‘’I never get tired of this.’’ The singer states in a soft tone, his sentence a bit at random given the teasing manner bringing my attention back to both boys their eyes fixated on me, bringing a blush to hit my face as I’ve got my hands down my pants literally.
‘’What?’’ I ask ending up smiling trying to act confident as I slip from between Jimin’s legs to stand on my own two slightly shaky feet, getting rid of the leggings that hug my legs and butt nicely otherwise.
‘Nothing. Just admiring a pretty girl, rewarding us with her sheer beauty.’’ Again, with the change of tone, he pushes me into a coyer state which is baffling as I’m left only in my underwear.
‘’Ah yeah?’’ I end up smirking taking a step forward ‘’Is watching going to be all the reward you get?’’ I inquire standing next to the bed and Jin, Jimin silently watching us interact hands holding onto Jin’s still settled over his chest, while the singer looks at me amused ready to play.
‘’I am a sweet-tooth usually.’’ He begins pretending to think hard about it, eyes shameless as they run down my body, to which I cross my arms making sure my boobs look good.
‘’Hmmm that you are. You both are.’’ I send Jimin a wink ending up placing my right hand on the headboard near Jin’s shoulder bending forth taking my time as I begin closing the distance, his eyes darting to my lips a few times until I finally engaging him into a kiss.
Unlike Jimin’s previous hunger, Jin goes along with me following my lead as I drag my lips against his soft ones, making sure I let my teeth sink into his lower lip wanting to see what he’s going to do. Satisfied with his lack of hurry, and his continuing of the kiss as he brings me closer, right hand cupping my cheek to hold me in place, we continue kissing unhurriedly ignoring Jimin’s needy whines, hand finding my own the pulling and demanding of my attention expected.
Lack of air is what gets us to stop and break apart Jimin shifting more in Jin’s lap his grip pulling me backwards ‘’Yah Jimin-ah you don’t have to…wahh I’ll move on my…own…ah fuck!’’ I end up protesting at first the dancer always with surprising strength grabbing me and with security drags me over him, to which I end up sort of flipped over onto the middle of the bed, having him climb over me the glare he gives me signalling his frustration.
‘’My turn!’’ is what he ends up stating like a brat, arms caging me in on each side as he drops himself onto me, the cage fitting somewhat against my covered folds, as his lips find their way back to dance with my own. I manage to send a questioning look over to Jin who amusedly has sat up and is in the process of taking off his sweatshirt.
‘’So needy.’’ He comments swift to get rid of his pants. The bite to my lip has me yelping in surprise as I blink incredulously staring at an angry looking Jimin who rest on his elbows completely taking my attention.
‘’Pay attention to me Noona.’’ He pouts moving his hips pressing the metal against me, not necessarily in a good way ‘’I’m your prince remember?!’’ he grumbles ending up shuddering as a slap gets delivered to his bare ass.
‘’C c c Babyboy.’’ Jin tsks sounding disappointed, manhandling the smaller man to rest his torso over me, and arch his back to stick his ass in the air ‘’Sharing is caring is how the saying goes. And it applies especially in our relationship, doesn’t it?’’ he delivers another harsher smack to both of his ass cheeks making the dancer in my arms whimper as I wrap my arms around him ‘’And I know you know that my pretty so start acting like the good boy we all know you are.’’
Another two slaps get delivered to Jimin’s ass for sure colouring it into a pretty bright pink colour, I’m sure. For some reason I can’t find it in myself to defend my prince, ending up being completely enraptured by Jin and his whole demander – let alone turned on, holy fuck I’ve already ruined my panties from how wet I’ve gotten.
‘’O-Oppaaaaa.’’ Jimin cries out hiding his face into my collarbones, breath hitching as he is close to crying already.
‘’There, there pretty baby.’’ Seokjin consoles him by rubbing one hand gently over Jimin’s back whilst catching my gaze, one of his hands making a disappearance until I stiffen up at the lightest of his touches ‘’Ah what do we have here.’’ He wonders out loud looking extremely pleased as he doesn’t waste time in teasing or prolonging his touches, fingers diving right under the bottom part of my panties ‘’You got wet so fast, princess. You’re so precious.’’
I bite onto my lower lip preventing myself from blurring something dumb in return, as his fingers come in contact with my clit providing me with some form of relief.
‘’Gghhhhhodss…’’ I mumble head digging into the pillows, as the circling of his fingers starts churning my lower tummy, zips and zaps of pleasure waking up my body.
‘’I could just eat you right up, huh Jiminie don’t you agree?’’ Jin continues as Jimin, on his own lowers his head, delivering fleeting kisses upon my skin until he reaches my bra. Impatiently he pushes it over my boob’s not even bothering with trying to remove it like he usually does – he’s sort of offended that I wear one most of the time – mouth clamping around my left nipple. As if someone released a barrier something clicks in my mind, sound after sound beginning to raise from me, his teeth only dialling my voice higher as he cheekily bites my nipple. Gleefully he switches to the other, keeping eye contact hands, kneading both tits.
Jimin out of the blue cries out breaking me out of the haze I’ve fallen into. His hold tightens as he, pants sounds turning into wanton moans, my eyes rising above him and his bubbly ass, to Jin who has stopped touching me completely in favour of touching Jimin.
‘’I would like whole, solid replies when I ask a question my pretties.’’
Not even remotely taken aback I get this urge of wanting to turn Jin over and fuck him myself suddenly, his authority something that’s turning me on to no end but at the same time, he’s spurring a side of me to want to take things into my own hands. And yet I do neither as I watch how his fingers glisten once he pulls them out, only to thrust them back inside Jimin’s perky ass, his mewls indication that the older man knows exactly what he’s doing delivering everything the younger wants which is just an onslaught of touch given he’s deprived himself with the cock cage.
‘’You sing so well for us, prince.’’ Finding my voice, I compliment the younger that through teary eyes looks at me, lower lip trembling already.
‘’And sing he will, won’t you pretty.’’ Jin’s eager as he moves the dancer, dragging him lower ‘’Be a good boy and eat your Noona’s pussy, won’t you?! She’s our sweet reward, isn’t she? We should indulge in her as much as we can.’’ At the same time, poor Jimin is being made to arch his back again, Jin’s hands rivalling Jeongguk’s to some degree – Jeongguk is an absolute terror in my opinion when it comes to spanking - as he paints the poor boys ass red and pink spanking not even being a punishment anymore given our Jiminie has progress into liking it - a lot.
‘’Y-Y-Yes O-Oppa…’’ the dancer manages pushing my underwear away roughly. He sloppily ends up licking my lower lips, tongue barely making contact with my clit ending up crying out at a particularly harsh slap to his ass, Jin stopping all at once.
‘’You’re so pretty when you’re desperate.’’ Jin practically purrs, hand disappearing inside his boxers, tongue licking over his lips. I think I have the best seat in the house honestly, the view of the two mindboggling as they are sin incarnate.
Despite wanting to be touched and cum too or have a taste of anything I’m left speechless as I watch Jin sink into the dancer, both of them coming to a still, the room unusually going silent given the PS5 turned itself off with the TV screen sometime in our distraction. The lights changing add another element of my two good-looking boyfriends that just seem otherworldly to me, the warm and even cold tones befitting them endlessly.
My mouth falls open as Jin reaches with his hand, fingers grasping the back of Jimin’s pretty blue hair forcing his head down, burying his face into my pussy the action if it wasn’t for Jimin’s hands on my thighs, would have me scrambling away from the sheer surprise.
With the lack of distraction and a silent order being portrayed in Jin’s actions, Jimin’s tongue begins moving with more purpose, my body tensing thanks to it and the dancer’s persistence and skill of course. Before I know it, a moan makes its way past my lips, Jimin eager to continue moving his tongue, lips suddenly clamping around my clit as he sucks on it, delivering literally shocks of electricity to render my body in that tensed but jello state, mind scrambling on what’s happening and what to do.
As my legs rise and bend falling wide open, pussy spreading on its own he practically slurps the sounds sounding illegal as they begin filling out the silence of the room, my hands having found home in Jimin’s hair my brain not competent enough to think of anything else.
‘’Ah your pussy even sounds sweet, pretty.’’ Jin groans straightening up as he stares down at us looking pleased ‘’I bet our prince is giving you his all to make you cum. Aren’t rewards always sweeter in the end?!’’
I want to snort at the last part the whole sweetness thing a bit too much. But the rocking of Seokjin’s hips as he thrust forward, rocks Jimin into me the dancer sneakily thrusting one finger inside me in my moment of distraction.
All words fall forgotten moans and mewls beginning to be the only form of communication, from me and Jimin as he can never be quiet, which is something we all adore about him even now as his mouth is preoccupied, tongue flickering like there’s no tomorrow he’s sounds angelic.
‘’My pretty babies.’’ Jin breathes out as he establishes a by my standard’s soft rhythm, taking it rather easy given that a few moments ago he was ready to rush things along. I think we all were ready to progress much further.
‘’Ahhh Jim-m-minie…’’ I cry out the tingles beginning to get more intense his constant simulation unravelling me, demanding to be felt and be present at all times, as my blood thrums with need, the sound of skin hitting against skin and seeing them fuck just titillating.
A slap rings out in the room, Jimin ending up crying for the first time stopping all motions even as he’s two fingers deep inside me, them curling nicely but not moving anymore. The cry seems to spur Jin on, as he delivers another delicious and juicy hit to Jimin’s ass thrust speeding up.
‘’No, n-no, m-more don’t stop, I’m wanna…I’m gonna cum!’’ I cry in distress pushing Jimin’s head down this time getting him to work his magic but only for like 5 more seconds as Jin sets out a brutal pace fucking the dancer like there’s no tomorrow, making them both pant and the younger cry against me as he falls limp head resting against my hip, as his hands clamp around my thighs.
‘’Hyung, Jin hyung…Oppa, Oppa fuck, I’ll…a fuck, fuck fuck…’’ Jimin cries out desperately tears starting to drip onto my skin. With a half-present mind, I run my own fingers over my clit watching them unravel.
Jin is grinding his teeth together looking almost angry as he fucks Jimin with strong and smooth thrusts stare meeting my own, sending goosebumps to raise over my skin as I speed up beginning to feel the midpoint of my climax, ending up whining as I want and need more. Turning to Jimin doesn’t help as he’s gone, rendered into a boneless panting mess, whose clinging onto me for dear life crying out a jumble of our names, even as Jin manhandles him back up.
‘’Are you going to come untouched pretty boy?!’’ I coo cradling his head against my breasts tears continuously soaking my skin his body pliant in my hold. Hiccupping he faintly nods his head, ending up shouting a ‘’YES, I’M GOING TO CUM!’’ the slap he receives almost cruel. It doesn’t deter Jin as he seems to be chasing his own high, looking handsome as ever above us.
‘’Are you going to paint Noona’s pretty skin all white and sticky, my prince?!’’ Jin asks a bit breathless but drawing out a grin ‘’Gonna show us how well your present holds?’’
Reminded of the barrier and the reason why I’m not getting fucked right now I pout as I look up at Jin, his chuckle ringing out as Jimin’s cries mix in, the shaking of his body indicating he’s almost at the tipping point ‘’Ah that’s it my little desperate princeling. Show us how good you are for us.’’
Tightening my hold around Jimin’s shoulders and back, he ends up rambling jumbled up words again crying his heart out as he tips over the edge body beginning to shake unlike ever before, rivalling my own shakiness of my thighs sometimes when I cum.
‘’Ah fuck.’’ Jin curses sounding absolutely wild the light turning red kind of an odd coincidence, his grin wide and mirthful as he comes to a stop and lets Jimin slump into my arms ‘’That was close.’’ He states in a growly voice running one hand through his hair the action attractive as his hair sticks back thanks to sweat, revealing his forehead which always does things to me, my tummy churning with want and need.
I hum in question patting Jimin over his back in reassurance despite his own sweat, and the fact that his cum begins to drip down my thigh the cage digging into the inside of it. Given his lack of movement and laying on me unrestrained I can only imagine the intensity he just experienced – coming untouched is hell of a way to cum.
‘’Jiminie, I swear this was one of the best presents you could have picked to present to us.’’ Jin still high on adrenaline or euphoria cheers on, not stilling for a moment specially now as he catches his breath and regains some form of thought. Unbothered he moves Jimin with utmost ease to the side letting his upper body rest on me still.
‘’Hey, hold up a minute, we should take care of…AH JIN-AH!!!’’ My voice turns high pitched as the singer makes his way in between my legs, ripping the lace panties the material being on the weaker side in the first place.
‘’I can’t wait any longer, princess.’’ He admits lifting my hips and ass onto his thighs, cock without a problem entering me, the sudden pressure and intrusion making me clench up, fingers digging into Jimin’s back involuntarily bringing him back as he groans in protest ‘’Ahh fuck, I want you so bad.’’
His words leave me with a wobbly lower lip, his fingers beginning to circle my clit the rush of his actions understandable, as I’d in other circumstances like I’ve said before push him over and take what I want but right now my concern overpowers my own needs.
‘’Ahhhh O-O-Oppaaaaaa, j-just w-wait a moment, M-Minnie needs to…’’
My eyes dart right over to said Minnie as we sometimes call him finding him wide awake and okay, lips wrapped around my right nipple, puffy eyes still filled with stars, staring at my own.
‘’Ah baby…’’ Jin groans wantonly sounding unhinged throwing his head back, as he grasps my left leg rising it. Given I’m half the size of my boyfriends, the whole leg over the shoulder isn’t really possible but that never stopped any of the boys before. Jin rather holds my leg straightened thrusting like a man set on a mission, blessing me with his dark stare his presence godly dare I say it.
‘’You. Feel. So. Fucking. Good.’’ He grinds out after every thrust, the onslaught of his touches, his greed and want for me rendering me into a whimpering mess, my hands nestled into the pillows above me. Jimin the tease he is progresses to leave bites over my tits. Impossible to hold any semblance of sanity together I just let them do as they want, my eyes falling closed as my body gradually tenses up the lava - as I’ll define it - that is churning now in my tummy is so intense I can see and sense stars dance all around me, my climax rendering me voiceless as I get crushed under the wave that is the orgasm that hits me them not stopping and continuing on their onslaught only rising the stakes higher, as I sincerely blank out for a solid moment ending up blinking my eyes open in confusion and staring at the led lights stuck behind the headboard a good few moments later.
Its rather quiet in the room, besides a very breathless Jin that has collapsed on my left side, his arms loosely wrapped around me while there’s vacancy on my right side. Void of thoughts and feeling fuzzy all over, still tingly in my tummy I turn my head downwards spotting the missing link as Jimin makes his way out from Jin’s and Yoongi’s private bathroom holding two handtowels.
He offers me a soft smile as he climbs onto the bed the purple cock cage still on him.
‘’Ah shit, baby.’’ I end up cursing immediately noticing the dryness of my mouth, as I move my arms rather sluggishly body still not on board with the whole brain feeling frizzy thing.
‘’It’s okay, Noona its actually fine.’’ the smart man he is immediately knows what I mean, hand intercepting mine as I grasp the key, it having sneaked its way somewhat underneath my body thanks to all the movement.
‘’Nyahhh, don’t be stubborn.’’ I grumble pushing his hands away, ending up hissing as the cloth touches my neither region, his assertive touch not nice given the sensitivity settling in hard ‘’EIIIHHH!’’ I whine in complain falling limp against the bed, as he does what he needs to cleaning me up.
‘’I know baby, I know but you know the process.’’ Jimin coos sounding like himself more, this process as he calls it something the boys are always insistent on, after care being taken seriously in this household.
‘’Yeah, look who’s talking Mr. Trapped Dick Man.’’ My statement earns me a joyous laughter as he finishes ending up helping me pull the necklace from around my neck and letting me undo the tiny lock.
‘’Hey that’s my line.’’ Jin mumbles in half complain bringing my attention to him, Jimin taking the chance to remove the toy himself.
‘’You’re not the only funny or witty man in this house, Oppa.’’ I retort letting him pull me closer to him, his chin ending up resting over the end of my shoulder ‘’How are you feeling?’’
Combing my fingers through his hair he hums in satisfaction closing his eyes, body still relaxed against me ‘’Offended by that statement. I’m the only true funny guy around here.’’ I roll my eyes at that exchanging a look with Jimin who has gotten up and has put his glasses back on along with a new pair of Jin’s boxers from his drawer across the bed pullover looking as cute as ever on him ‘’And also floaty. This was nice.’’
At his short sentence in the end, I end up laughing readjusting myself to let him lie more comfortably in bed as he lazily rests and lets Jimin do all the clean-up not even protesting at the touch of the cloth.
‘’I’d use a variety of better words to describe this than nice, hyung.’’ Jimin sniggers finishing up looking dolled up to me, despite his messy hair, and cheeks that have streaks of tears drawn on them.
‘’To be fair, Minnie, I think we’re both at the same thinking capability level right now. Fuzzy is the word I’d use.’’ I speak up, eager to slip under the covers, getting rid of the pesky bra that remained on me, ending up covering Jin in the process.
‘’Still more creative than ‘nice’.’’ The dancer teases coming back to bed and my right side, handing me the controller as he has turned on the TV already.
‘’Yahhh, kid don’t provoke me.’’ Jin complains half-heartedly, sounding sleepy even as the PS5 turns on, Jimin silently laughing eager to slide beneath the covers not initiating contact making me look over ignoring the home screen of the console ‘’Don’t play my game.’’ Jin grumbles not even paying attention. I drop the controller over my belly and reach over nudging Jimin getting his attention as he has positioned himself to lie very straight in the bed.
Looking over to me in surprise I nudge again him to come closer, not wanting to lose contact with Jin whose hand comes underneath the cover to rest against the side of my tummy.
‘’Huh?’’ Jimin hums in question, despite his seeming confusion moving in closer.
‘’Cuddle.’’ I demand trying to give him puppy eyes but with an edge as I tilt my head down. I don’t think he needs the extra incentive as he’s quick to move smile wide as ever as he happily wraps his arm behind me to prop my neck, and rest his chin over my shoulder, his right arm ending up bumping against Jin’s. It’s not hard to figure out they lock hands after that even as I turn my attention to the TV, starting the game off at the last check point.
‘’If I win 1st…’’
‘’Oh, not again.’’ Jimin groans in quiet complaint, Jin’s body stirring next to me.
‘’…no, no stop thinking. If I win 1st place, I would like Oppa for you to make us, a peach cheesecake.’’ As I speak, I readjust my fingers over the controller, swinging spiderman on the screen towards the challenge point where Jin struggled earlier ‘’Next week preferably, so you have 7 days to do so.’’ I say in addition setting foundation to the deal knowing he’d get an excuse if I didn’t put down a time limit.
‘’Damnit.’’ He mumbles under his breath making me smirk, Jimin giggling as he glances past me shifting slightly.
‘’If I win 2nd…’’
‘’Okay no no, its 1st place or nothing yeobo.’’ Jin’s voice comes out clearer as he pushes himself into a sitting position next to me, having let go of Jimin’s hand as he places his hands together in his lap, oddly looking like a villain or something his smirk promising nothing good ‘’All in or nothing.’’ Just to spice things up he winks making it known he means serious business.
‘’Aaahhh Noona don’t listen to Hyung, this is obviously a trap, and you know it.’’ Jimin is quick to come in defence, also sitting up as I remain the only one lying down feeling like a potato quite honestly. A good-looking potato though which is alright with me.
‘’Don’t middle in Jimin-ah if Y/N-ah wins 1st place you’ll get to eat cheesecake for free, and if she loses and I win, then you’ll just reap the benefits of my wish.’’ Jin argues the arrival of the character to the right skyscraper making me sit up, my arms holding the cover over my front tightly as I slouch squinting my eyes at the screen the two genuinely squabbling about my and Seokjin’s wish.
‘’CHALLENGE!’’ I raise my tone getting their attentions as both are left startled. I turn to Jin smirking as I roll my shoulders ‘’I’ll win this probably in my third try, so go ahead and get your phone and pull out that birthday special recipe you have. I would like fresh peaches please.’’ Turning to Jimin I give him a wink ‘’There’s a 50-50 chance I lose but I doubt it. In either case given how good you were today, and that I love you immensely and you should never doubt me or my love for you ever again you’ll get a blowjob at some point this week.’’
Turning forward I calm myself down before starting the game.
End Notes: Given the titles meaning a vision seen in sleep, a dream I’m going to leave this series right here without necessarily closure or ending on purpose. It’s up to your imagination and preference how you’d wish Y/N to end up; wake up alone in bed, or continue to live with the boys, or even wake up but meet the boys in the so called “real life”. It doesn’t have to be too deep given I’ve intended this to be a mere porn without plot – which turned out to hold a bit of a plot at least.
You need a roommate. Jimin and Jungkook need a place to stay. The only problem is you think they are students when in reality they are assassins on the hunt for their next target. How do you survive when you get tangled up in a world of blood and bullets?
You come back from work in an absolutely giddy mood. Jungkook drops his keys in the basket you put up for him and looks angry. When you turn, Jimin watches him hide it completely. You duck into the kitchen and start clattering around inside.
In the two weeks since your trip to the amusement park you have started cooking for the three of you every night. You had a menu put up and a piece of chalk. They could cross out items they didn't like. There is also a tip jar not put up by you with money for ingredients. Jungkook will cross out cheap ingredients and replace them with higher end versions.
Jimin will cross out a few times and put a frowny face on them. You love the feedback and adore even more not eating all alone. It's clear to them that you have been lonely. You have always been decidedly bubbly, cute, but now your warmth was on everything in the house.
The frantic pace of your renovations had slowed and you didn't cry on your own anymore.
If there was any doubt about how they felt about you. It's gone now. Long gone. Jungkook had grown up alone but not isolated. He had never had a friend like you. Willing to fight him if need be and just as willing to make up with him after a squabble.
Your warmth was never a weapon. Never withheld from him on the grounds of your displeasure. You asked him for help sometimes but also asked him if you could help him. It wasn't transactional. You didn't have a list of favors in your mind and he finds that he’s thrown his out as well.
You are the only person in his life he doesn't owe or owes him.
He feels Jimin's list of favors slipping from memory as well.
He’s done some snooping. In Jimin's room while he audits classes just in case you ask him questions about his day. He never just wings it. His room is almost empty. Even more so than his own room. There is a single book shelf scavenged from what you were tossing out. It has a single shelf full of textbooks and a few school supplies. The others are filled with carefully selected items laid out like relics on an archaeological dig.
Much of it is literal trash receipts of activities the three of you have done together of just him and you. The only other thing he finds is Jimin's locked case. The lock is there to stop you though and not Jungkook. he would have hid it beter to keep him out. His file on the mark is more detailed than Jungkook's. There is a copy of the video that got out for one and the suspected victims. There is also a small stack of cash topped with a detailed expense sheet detailed down to the last cent.
Jungkook thinks about his own cash stacks of his bank account that's nearly bursting at the seams. He’s on edge but doesn't know exactly why. He puts everything back.
Jimin knows he’s looking of course. Jungkook is careful but he’s never had to live quietly on the edge that Jimin has. He's never gone to sleep in a bed of pain and woken up unsure what has been stripped from him.
He doesn't say anything. What could Jungkook have seen that would truly put him at any greater danger than he already was? He knows, hates it but it's the truth. Jungkook could kill him at any moment.
It's just the truth. He can kill him and Jimin can’t do anything about it. It pisses him off but he clearly can't kill him. He’s surprised Jungkook is honoring their agreement. Maybe it's because by now it's clear he’s just as enamored with you as Jimin is.
He wonders again what would happen if he told Jungkook what they have threatened him with. What they have threatened you with. Would he make good on his offer made in that little diner Bathroom? Will he whisk you away in the night?
They would have to be stupid to go after you then. Who would they even send? This wasn't something they could shock him into doing. He’s almost sure.
The meals have meant the world to him. He hates to admit it but it's not just you. It's also Jungkook. It's hateful that he enjoys the man's company. They way his big hands never come up to harm him even though each time he’s sure he's going to get hit.
Jungkook is starting to understand the motions for what they are. He had always assumed that their agencies would be the same. That the rivalry he enjoyed with Jimin was mutual, that his rage and sloppiness were born of frustration now he wonders. Had he missed the desperation?
Jimin could tell Jungkook was making an effort. He just doesn't know why. Doesn't know what the cost will be, or if he can afford to pay it. What does he have that he can spare? What does he have left to give? You had both noticed the missing toe. He told you that it was a childhood accident. Jungkook noticed how clean the cut was. How perfect the scar was.
Soft music starts to play in the kitchen. A sure sign you are happy and work has gone well. Today is a catchy pop tune that every once in a while Jimin catches an off tune word from you as you try and sing along. Past your kitchen he hears Jungkook singing along just fine while he does whatever it is that he does to occupy his time.
Jimin finishes folding the few clothes in the laundry room and sets his little basket also purple, a gift from you he thinks but it is in fact from Jungkook who got sad seeing Jimin put his few things on the ground after washing them. Like they were worthless.
He trudges into the kitchen to see what he can do to help you. You have a stack of vegetables already for him to cut. “What size”
“A good size. Follow your heart Jimin”
“My heart” he responds. What a load of horse shit. He’s not sure he has one of those. And if he does. Then it's already led him exactly where he wants to be. He hasn't made any plans for a week. The party the mark is throwing will be a hundred shy or so Jungkook says. He’s inclined to believe him too since he’s also staying home.
“Yes your beautiful heart” Jimin makes a face that you don't see but can practically feel.
“Don't start with me. You are careful and meticulous and so eager to learn. All beautiful qualities that neither I nor Jungkook possess”
“He’s careful”
“No he’s not. He’s talented”
“What?”
“I mean I'm not saying he never works at anything. He works hard for a lot of stuff but everything you do you do your best, not only that you study how to make your best better"
"I'm sloppy”
“Only when you’re frustrated.”
“I'm always frustrated” You spin around to face him. You can tell he thinks of himself that way. Jungkook has stopped singing in the other room and is listening intently. The pop song has changed to a ballad, a perfect soundtrack to the drama Jungkook is listening to. He steps into the doorway as quietly as possible to catch a peek. Jimin doesn't look up but probably knows he’s there. “ I am not good enough”
You both look vulnerable. Jimin looks honest like all of his armor has been stripped away leaving behind a man who's little more than an exposed nerve. You look sad. “You’re enough for me Jimin” you drop what you're doing ignoring the food that spills with your motion and grasp both of his hands in yours.
He looks at the knife still clutched in his hand. He drops it and winces as it clatters to the floor. “I made you sick” you can't fathom what he’s talking about and then figure he must mean food poisoning. You shake your head but then stop. That would be what you need. An assurance that is no big deal.
He’s been different since that night though. You decide not to trivialize this. “I forgive you Jimin.”
“How?” His voice is desperate and Jungkook marvels at the way his hand searches for his gun that he does not have within reach. He has some around of course. Hidden in places too tall for you to reach without a ladder. Some of them Jimin could reach. If he knew about them. Maybe he does.
His instinct is to find the reason Jimin sounds like this and riddle them full of bullets. He understands now Jimin could have let himself be sloppy all those times. He understands what rage feels like now.
“How could I not? Jimin I love you” Jimin scowls.
“I'm with Jungkook.”
“I know! Not like that” the flush at your cheeks make Jungkook think it's not just like that anyway. “But you are one of the best friends I've ever had. Of course I forgive you. It was an accident right?” Jimin nods quickly, desperate for you to know that he didn't mean to hurt you. “And I'm ok right”
“You seem ok”
“So it's done. Please don’t worry about it anymore” you let go of his hands and go to grab your fallen knife. In your distracted state you grab the knife wrong and it bites into your hand. Not deep but enough to make you make a little noise. Jungkook grabs you up kicking the knife away on instinct and puts you up on the counter bringing your hand under the water.
“Hello Jungkook! Did you hear me confess my love to your boyfriend? Did you train the knife to attack” Jungkook forces a smile.
“I'll call it off you tell me if you feel that way about me too” he means it as a joke and you pretend to think about it. He starts to sweat and is embarrassed that anyone has this much power over him.
“Yeah I love you too, Jungkook. You are my number two best friend.”
“I’m number 1?” This finally brings a smile to Jimin's lips. Jungkook decides before you even say anything else that he will not take this from Jimin. Maybe no matter what happens with the mark he can convince Jimin to stay too.
“Yeah you always but the toilet seat down.'' Jungkook finally looks chagrined. “I fell in once you know! It was really really gross”
“Sorry. To make it up, can I help Jimin cook tonight?” you consent and He grabs you one of the bar stools so you can watch. Jimin taking charge of the meal on the menu board tonight is one of his favorites and he knows it well by this point.
You interject occasionally from your place at the counter and tonight the atmosphere is comfortable. It's like this is the life all of you should have had. You look around the kitchen. It's too small really. You get an idea.
“Would you guys help me with something?”
“Anything” Jimin says with a seriousness that makes it clear he means it.
“There's not enough room for all of us here. I want to make it bigger” Jungkook smiles down at the protein he’s dismantling. He likes this idea. It would take a long time to complete, unlike your other mostly finished projects. He liked planning for the future. You were right. He didn't like to plan normally but this. This he likes.
“Could we put up more lights? It's a little dark here” Jimin says. He likes plans. He knows you squint when you're cutting your ingredients, the dim light not nearly enough. You probably need glasses. He hopes your future doesn't involve him. He can’t expose you to any more of his life, but maybe he could make it better for you. In this small way. Like how Jungkook had given you the glass that might save your life.
“Ooo yes track lighting for the cooking and edison lights for dining!” it would be a romantic glow. You slap your cheeks twice in that way you have. No no no. You were already foolishly dipping your toes past the line. You love them but they have not said it back. They didn't seem to mind but you are not with them. Still though.
Even without a budding romantic feeling you can't push down all the way down to what you said was true. You love them. The thought of them leaving or moving out makes you panic a little. Anyway you shake a stick at it you love them.
The romantic aspect though. Maybe you could get that out of your silly little head. Make things simple for yourself. You enjoy the sounds of them cooking their occasional chatter. The stolen touches Jungkook can’t stop himself from taking. The way Jimin tries to ignore it but then melts into it.
“Why are you so happy?” Jimin asks. It comes out like a statement again. Like he’s sure he’s right and demands more details.
“I got invited out to a party tonight!” they bristle at knowing at least one party. “One of my coworkers is throwing it,” they both visibly relaxed.
“You seem excited.” Another non-question from Jimin.
“I’ve never been to a party. I mean when I was little. But I never made it far enough when I was enrolled back home to get invited”
“That's ridiculous,” Jungkook says, popping the food into the oven. He leans back and looks at you. You are very pretty in a way that just seems natural and effortless. He would have asked you out. If he had come across you he would have definitely tried to make a move between two missions. He’s glad he didn't.
You are worth more than a few hours. You deserve real romance, the kind with flowers and chocolates and most important of all the kind of partner that knows you. That you didn't need to cross out the unwanted ingredients with because you already knew what to avoid. You deserved to be known.
He knows you now. He liked to know you better. “I would have asked you out if I was single” Jimin interjects and you put your head in your hands so embarrassed you can’t look at them.
“So would I” maybe Jungkook thinks. It could all be real. It didn't have to all be a lie. Maybe it doesn't need a monogamous fake relationship that he put his effort into.
“You guys are so embarrassing!” when you remove your hands and are clearly a little mad they both can tell you don't believe them “besides. It doesn't matter. I have a date.”
Jimin goes very still and a happy mask goes over Jungkook's face. “You're not wearing that are you?” he asks, trying to play the role he cast for himself.
“What's wrong with this?”
“Change into that blue dress you bought. The one you put on every weekend and then change into your overalls when you decide to do some project.” you look at Jimin who has a sour look on his face.
“He’s right. It's very pretty. We’ll set the table.” you beam at him and jump to your feet and go to prepare. They don't look at each other. Not wanting to see their own disappointment mirrored back at them. You come down the stairs and Jungkook takes a picture of you. You look a bit like Alice in Wonderland with the color of your dress and girlish excitement on your face.
Jungkook saves it but then looks at Jimin. He texts it to him as well. Jimin looks at it. For a second he looks pleased. Then he looks afraid. He deletes it. They track his phone. They have never admitted this, but he’s sure none the less. You sit at the table and quickly serve out the plates. Jimin first then Jungkook then yourself.
It's always like this. At first Jimin thought it was because you were being selfless but you told him that you wanted the crispiest parts for yourself. Since he got the softer parts he gotta eat first. It was only fair.
“You look very pretty,” Jimin says. Only to you.
“You’re sure you don't need anyone else to accompany you?”
“It's a date! How would you explain that?”
“Your over protective uh”
“Brothers” Jimin supplies. Jungkook makes a face.
“Sure brothers that don't let you out of the house”
“Try it and I'll break both your noses!”
“Fine. Do you know the party rules?” You look at Jungkook, feeling a lecture coming on and shake your head. “One! You have our numbers in your phone”
“Of course!” they were pretty much the only people you texted. Your texts with Jimin were barely more than one sided. One word answers only.
“Two. don't get black out drunk” he sees your eyes start to glaze over as he continues with his many many rules. Jimin listens intently. “And this one is very important. Don't drink anything you didn't pour yourself”
“OH! Drinks!” you stand up clearly not listening well and go to the freezer and pull out a clear liquid in a frosted glass bottle and bring over two shot glasses and a plate of wrapped fruit. “ I thought that you two might like a romantic night in.” Jimin immediately reaches for some and pours himself a glass. He doesn't want to face a night with you on a date with someone else sober.
He thinks he’ll need it to get through the night thinking about you in the hands of someone else. What if you bring them back here to fuck. What if he has to hear it? How will he keep himself from slaughtering the man?
You, I love you, rings in his ears.
There's a honk from outside and you look at the door then at the mess on the table. You don't want to invite your date in. “I’ll clean up later guys! Kiss each other a lot !” you slip out the door and Jungkook grips his silverware so hard he bends it.
Jimin is on his third drink and he pours Jungkook a glass. There have been other changes since the park.
One of them had started working out together. Jungkook had pulled him to the gym and into a ring. Jimin had been cagey until Jungkook had told him he always leads with his non dominant hand when going in for a kill. Jungkook had shown him how to switch it up. They had practiced until it felt and looked natural.
When they had gotten home, Jimin made him throw out all his antidotes. And then drilled the recipes into his head. He even included the antidote that he had needed to cure you. Not even his agency knew that one.
Jungkook downs it quickly and Jimin pours him another one. “This is shit. If she had told me I would have picked us out something better”
“Better than what they usually give me” he earned alcohol when he did very well. The only reward he could ever hope to earn.
“Don't you get yourself anything nice?”
“I can’t afford it.”
“What are you talking about? You are the number two on the continent. Surely you can save the money. Or do you gamble it all away. Or whores, a good whore is always” Jimin bristles.
“I don't make money. I owe money” Jungkook looks at him confused “I'm an investment. I have to pay back what they invested in me and then maybe one day, they will let me leave”
“How much do you owe?” Jungkook knows how much Jimin’s hits are worth. He’s kept track. He actually, in a usual month, makes more than him. Jungkook really only takes the highest paying jobs but Jimin is always working.
“I don't know” maybe there isn't even a number. Maybe it's years he owes them. “You get paid?” Jimin asks. It makes sense. Jungkook's clothes are nice. His contacts are varied and he always has cash.
“I make 70%, the other 30 goes to my agency. A booking fee” Jimin considers and drinks more cups of the booze. Must be nice.
“You get nothing? For completing a job?” Jungkook can feel the alcohol starting to work his magic. He feels loose. “I even got a raise. I used to make only 50%. It went up the better I got. They found me straight out of juvie you know”
“What did you do?”
“My father beat my mom. I decided i didn't like it” he puts his boots on the table learning back. An act that would get him scolded if you were here. Its defiant Jimin thinks. Jungkook doesn't seem worried at all. “So I stabbed him. Then I did it again. I decided I did like that. Freaked her out though. When I got out someone had already contacted me with a job offer. She thought I was going to a rehabilitation boarding school.” he snickers.
He thinks about the fear that had been in her eyes. The fear and the blame. He hurt her so much, him so much and she did nothing. She blamed him for ending it. His face hardens. “Dumb bitch. What about you? Mom and Pop know what you're doing? Maybe they can help your debt before interest grows”
“Dead I guess. And like I said I don't get paid”
“Come one, they have to give you something to keep you motivated. Do you have a nice apartment covered in priceless art?” He hands Jimin back his glass and Jimin fills it. His drinking is double what Jungkook has put down and it doesn't seem like it's done anything to him.
“Everything I own is upstairs.”
“What then?”
“Sometimes they give me enough to black out. I think they want to raise my tolerance for some reason. Other times they don't shock me” Jungkook feels the glass crack in his hand and he drops it shaking his hand and getting up to get another he needs a minute.
“What?” he’s seething but erases it from his face by the time he sits down. Jimin may not look drunk but the edges have begun to soften just a bit. He grabs Jungkook's hand and presses it to his neck. Jungkook can feel something inside under the soft skin that he's started to view as almost delicate.
“If I fail they shock me until I am compliant and then correct me,” he says. Like it's nothing surprising or horrible.
“What. Exactly. Does. That. Mean?” how many times had he stolen a kill from Jimin just to prove he could. How many times had he been the cause of Jimin's pain?
“They beat me.” Jimin shrugs
“Why did you let them?”
“Him. not them I only know him. I don't even know his name. He has the remote” Jungkook watches him. He’d build up to say something. “It's better. There are threats.” could this be an act? To try and get him to back off this mark? Jungkook needs it to be. “There are other ways they could make me earn back their investment. He likes to touch. Maybe there's more than just the beatings.” he sits up straight and looks at Jungkook. “If I fail? Don't let him take her ok?” he sounds desperate and Jungkook looks at him in horror as words start to tumble out of his mouth. “He came here. I don't know how he got in but he was in her room. I don't know if you cared about her or just needed the room but I think you do. I think he touches me. I don't know if he touched her. Please. Just don't let him” Jungkook stand up. He looks at Jimin at the single tear he sees slip from one of his eyes. The tremble of his lip. He feels rage bubbling up in him and slams his fist into the table Jimin flinches back.
A mistake. This was a mistake. How could he have opened his mouth? Jungkook goes up stairs. He has contacts to reach out to. He can't look at Jimin right now. Can’t face him and all the pain he’s made him endure. Jimin. He thinks of every little moment of fear. Every smile you’ve drawn out from him and every drop of rage that he's purposely made. He understands now. Where it came from.
He reaches out to everyone on his considerable roster. Jimin might not know the mans name, but Jungkook would find it.
Jimin puts his hand into the fist mark on the table. So much larger than his own. He feels very small right now. Of course it was an act. He had just told him the most intimate details of his humiliation and for what. What was the point?
He starts drinking straight from the bottle trying to forget tonight.
A/N: Meow ha ha ha... I cackled for two minutes after writing this. This drabble made me really happy. It felt like I was jumping on clouds that roar.. - absolute crack is what this chapter is.. :)
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‘So... You want me to go in there and pretend to be a vampire?’ Jimin eyes Yoongi suspiciously.
‘Yes.. Yes,’ Yoongi nods, smiling ever so innocently.
‘You do realise that Seok Seok’s a vampire right? Whatever his name is...’
‘No.. The fangs are for decoration, Mr Chim Chim.’
‘So..?’ his eyes enlarge dramatically, waiting for a reply as a bewildered look enchants him.
Tik.. Tok.. Tik.. Tok..
‘I’m a witch. Bibidi Bobidi Boo.’
‘That old lady who helped the e girl was arrested for smuggling fairy dust two thousand years ago - stripped off of her godmother tittle. Fairy dust was and is on the brick of extinction. It’s illegal to use it until the royal court finds a way to maintain the substance from disappearing completely.’
‘The poor fairy population was wiped out completely two and a half thousand years ago. It’s a miracle that we still have that dusty stuff.’
‘Are you an encyclopedia?’ mouth agape, she blinks a couple of times.
‘That’s not important here.. What do you plan to do?’
‘I’ll use a few spells on you. The spell will only last for forty minutes. It’ll mask your scent, give you two pretty little vivis, and make you appear more intimidating.’
‘You’re the cutest little shit out there. Only me and Y/N gets to see that.’
And then off she goes to add herbs into a cauldron.
‘I’m brewing tea.’
This is not a children’s fairy tale book of some sort, ladies and gentlemen + humans in general..
‘Go fetch the spellbook, Mr Chim Chim,’ she directs her lips to the said book.
‘You didn't ask whether I’d agree to this or not?’ he’s not angry, just teasing around.
‘Will you?’
‘Yes..’
‘Now... Now.. Spell Book.’
‘Fucking Hell.. Fucking Hell.. Turn thee into blood.. Turn thee into blood sucking.. Turn thee into blood sucking creature.. No more lic.. No more gar.. Only Ti.. Only midating.. Only In.. Blood thee.. Blood thee.’
‘Are you done yet?’ teeth clamped together awkwardly, Jimin remains still.
‘Look into the looking glass,’ she pulls him to the reflecting object on the wall.
‘Ooh.. I look good,’ licking his lips and pushing his hair back, he coos.
‘Say eeeeeh.’
What the fuck? But.. Okay?
‘Eeeeeh... Ak.. Ak.. Now, I can chop wood with my teeth.’
‘They’re not beaver teeth..’
A moment of silence for Mr Chim Chim..
‘Now, I can chomp on paper.’
‘You could probably do that with your regular teeth!’ you almost scare the shit out of him - you did.
‘I’ll bite you.. Grrrrr,’ he threatens.
‘Vampires don’t drink blood or do that creepy shit you think they do. Their genes have evolved over the centuries. How many times do I have to tell you that?’ she cries in annoyance.
‘Grrrrrrrr...’
‘Ahhhhhhh... I’m so scared-’
‘Gnaw.. Gnaw.. Gnaw..’ he doesn't sink his teeth into your flesh, and just pretends to do so.
