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🥀Name: Ustulia

🥀Pronouns: She/Her

🥀Age: 24

🥀Birthday: May 8th

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🥀BTS

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seen | 04 - pjm

↴ synopsis:

for months, your relationship survived through hidden schedules, secrecy, and closed doors; until an unknown number begins sending texts that know far too much. private moments stop feeling private, paranoia turns into fear and when the messages become something darker, one terrifying truth becomes impossible to ignore: someone is watching.

→ pairing: bts!jimin x fem!reader

→ word count: 6.7k

→ tags: jimin x reader, park jimin fic, bts fanfic, psychological thriller, stalker au, dark fic, suspense fic, mystery fic, anonymous texts, secret relationship au, idol au, protective jimin, thriller romance, paranoia, stalking tw, tw harassment, tw threats, murder mystery, suspense, obsessive stalker, creepy vibes, hidden relationship, celebrity relationship au, unknown number, detective au, dark themes, angst, tension, chapter two, seen chapter two, seen fic, park jimin x reader, bts x reader, psychological suspense, thriller au, protective boyfriend jimin, tw stalking, tw death, tw murder, slow burn thriller, riding, missionary, cumming, orgasm, quickie, love making, smut, bf jimin

→ a/n: I got a comment that the front was too small so I made it regular this time! I wanted to keep this story shorter and moire of a quick read so I hope you enjoyed :D and yes I added smut because yall are freaks hehe

you scrolled through the endless comments of speculation, denial, anger and confusion.

your throat tightened because they didn’t know; none of them knew. they don't know about the fear, stalking, kim or the games.

your phone buzzed again, this time with a message from jimin.

jimin: what did you do?

before you could answer; another text.

jimin: i’m outside.

your stomach dropped. you stood and hurried to the door. when you opened it jimin stood in a hoodie, his hat low and out of breath like he'd run over here. his phone was in hand, his expression somewhere between panic and disbelief.

for a second neither of you spoke, then he held up his phone. your post still open. “…you posted this?” he wasn't angry, just quiet and shocked.

your chest tightened. “i didn’t know what else to do.” he blinked slowly, confused and processing. “you could’ve talked to me first.” the guilt hit you immediately.

“I know.” your voice cracked slightly. “but namjoon...”

his expression shifted instantly, because of course; namjoon, Kim, everything. you were getting rid of any leverage this freak had over you.

“i’m tired of people getting hurt,” you admitted quietly, your eyes burning again. “if the only thing they have over us is our relationship then i thought…” your voice trailed off. “…if everyone already knows, maybe they will stop.” silence, a very heavy silence.

jimin looked down at the phone, then back at you, still processing because this changed his life too, his career even. he sighed, stepping inside fully and closing the door behind him. “you really scared me.”

you looked away, not wanting to look him in the eyes. “…are you mad?”

he hesitated for way too long. “i don’t know. i wish you told me first.”

your chest sank. “but…” he looked back at the screen; your post. the comments climbing and the internet imploding. “…part of me gets why you did it.”

buzz.

both phones at the same time.

unknown number: wow.

unknown number: that was stupid.

unknown number: i liked having secrets :(

for the first time the stalker didn’t seem in control and somehow instead of feeling relieved, it only scared you more. your fingers hovered over the keyboard. jimin noticed immediately. “…what are you doing?”

you didn’t answer because honestly you weren’t fully sure yourself.

you: stop hiding.

you: if this was really about protecting him, nobody would be hurt. stop pretending to be a worried fan when you've made his life hell.

jimin looked over sharply. “don’t.”

it was too late. you waited and waited. the typing started, then stopped, then paused, then started again, before stopping. nothing. they had nothing to say. no rebuttals, no threats, nothing.

“…that’s strange.” jimin still looked uneasy.

“i don’t like it.”

neither did you, because this person always responded. always, even if it was cruel or mocking... something. but now, nothing. the silence stretched until jimin’s phone rang. both of you jumped.

unknown caller. he frowned immediately. “…hybe.” his posture straightened and he answered instantly. “hello?”

his expression changed. “…right now?”

he paused as the person on the other line talked. “no, i understand.”

another pause, his eyes flicking briefly toward you. “…okay.” he hung up slowly. “what?”

his jaw flexed with annoyance. “the ceo.”

“what did they say?” you asked, concern building inside of you.

“they want me at the building for some PR emergency meeting.”

your stomach dropped because of course. the post, the internet, the headlines already exploding.

“what kind of meeting?”

he laughed once, humorlessly. “regarding the situation.’”

your phone buzzed and both of you looked instantly.

unknown number: don’t let them make decisions for you.

your stomach dropped because how the hell did they know? jimin saw it too and went completely still. “…they know about the meeting.”

the call had happened thirty seconds ago. thirty. seconds. ago.

jimin grabbed his keys immediately, his expression unreadable now. “you’re coming with me.”

“what?”

“no chance i’m leaving you alone.”

hybe at night felt different. too quiet and too tense. security was tighter than usual. the second jimin walked through the doors everyone knew. your post had spread too fast. phones lowered awkwardly as glances lingered; some judgement, some curiosity, and some scared of what may happen next.

the elevator ride felt endless. it was silent as you went up to the ceo's office on the top floor. jimin stood beside you staring straight ahead, his hands shoved into his pockets, thinking too hard.

then quietly he says, “if they ask me to deny it…”

your chest tightened. he didn’t finish but didn’t need to because suddenly you realized this meeting might change everything. the assistant outside the executive office stood with a clipboard and her phone in hand, your post most likely loaded up.

“they’re waiting.” she says calmly. the office doors opened and it wasn’t just the ceo. it was the legal team, pr and security. everyone looked serious.

the ceo folded his hands slowly. he looked exhausted already, then his eyes moved toward you and lingered. “…close the door.”

the ceo slid a printed photo across the table. your blood ran cold. it was a picture of you and jimin outside the hospital, taken tonight and timestamped.

underneath the picture was a handwritten note.

you weren’t supposed to choose her over us.

us?

the ceo leaned back slowly. “we received this twenty minutes ago.”

your pulse spiked. “how?”

“it was delivered.” the ceo replied. “one of the front desk assistants found it in an envelope addressed to me.”

security spoke next with a tight voice. “we reviewed cameras.”

your stomach twisted. “and?”

he hesitated before replying. “we lost them.”

“what do you mean lost them?”

“they entered through a staff entrance.”

cold flooded your chest. a staff entrance. how?

security continued, “they had a hoodie, but they had staff credentials to get in. most likely fake.”

the ceo sighed quietly rubbing at his forehead. “we have a larger issue. his eyes landed on jimin, then your post printed beside legal documents. “the relationship.”

jimin straightened slightly, almost protective. “what about it?”

“we’re being asked for statements.” pr slid a tablet across the table. the headlines were already spreading.

''JIMIN SECRET GIRLFRIEND EXPOSED''

''MYSTERY WOMAN CONFIRMED''

''HYBE SILENT AMID VIRAL POST''

“we can confirm,” legal said carefully, “or deny.”

jimin spoke immediately. “I’m not denying it.”

the room paused and the ceo looked at him carefully. “you understand what this means.”

“yes.” he replied firm and calm. “if people are getting hurt because someone’s using our relationship against us, i’m not pretending anymore.” your chest tightened unexpectedly.

your phone buzzed.

too loud in the silence. everybody couldn't help but notice.

unknown number: meeting going well?

you turned the screen slowly and the room changed instantly. security moved closer and the ceo stood. “how do they know?” he seemed on edge now, because nobody outside this room should know.

unknown number: i liked the old secret better.

unknown number: you’re making this messy.

jimin’s jaw flexed hard. detective han, who you somehow hadn’t noticed standing near the back wall stepped forward. “when did these start?”

you blinked. “…han?”

he nodded once, his expression unreadable. “I was called in fifteen minutes ago.” he looked at the phone, then the note and then the photo.

“as I've said before, this isn’t random escalation.”

everyone looked at him. han pointed once at the note.

you weren’t supposed to choose her over us.

“whoever this is…they’re emotionally attached.” he looked at jimin. “obsessively attached.” han reached for the note again and studied the handwriting.

“…interesting.”

your stomach dropped immediately. “what?”

han looked up slowly and for the first time he seemed genuinely unsettled. “i think i’ve seen this before.”

before anyone could ask what he meant the air suddenly felt too thick and too warm. your stomach twisted and the walls felt closer somehow; voices blurred together, security talking and pr whispering.

jimin was asking something but you couldn’t focus because suddenly you felt dizzy, really dizzy, like all the oxygen had disappeared. you stood too fast. “I just...” your voice came out quieter than intended. everyone looked over. “…i need air.”

jimin stood immediately. “I'll come.”

“no.” you said too quickly. you softened immediately. “just for a second.”

he looked unconvinced, worried already. “i’ll text you.”

reluctantly he nodded. “five minutes.”

when the rooftop doors opened cold air hit immediately. sharp and welcome. the city stretched endlessly below, seoul glowing beneath the dark sky. the traffic distant and tiny. the height made everything feel quieter.

for the first time all day you breathed, your hands resting against the railing and cold metal grounding you. your mind spiraled anyway.

kim.

namjoon.

the note.

you weren’t supposed to choose her over us.

us.

what did that even mean? one person? multiple? obsessive fans? staff? you rubbed at your face. you were tired.

behind you, the rooftop hummed softly. industrial vents rattling quietly in the wind, metal clinking every now and then. normal sounds. probably. you stayed there a few more minutes trying to calm down and trying not to think. then, clink.

your body stiffened immediately. the sound was small and metallic behind you near the vents. you turned slowly, but nothing, just shadows, ventilation systems, pipes and dark corners. it was empty.

your chest loosened slightly. it was the wind probably.

you looked away again, but another sound came. scrape.

quieter this time, but much closer. your stomach tightened and you turned again. nothing.

“hello?” silence, just wind and city noise. you hated how paranoid you’d become.

buzz.

your phone.

unknown number: you always run when things get hard.

you looked around again. nothing.

unknown number: roof suits you.

your breath caught. they knew where you were, of course they did.

clink.

louder, near the vents again. you turned too fast your heart pounding now. still nothing, but something felt off like someone had just moved.

hidden and watching.

unknown number: you should stop looking in the wrong places.

unknown number: i’m closer than that.

your pulse spiked painfully. you stepped backward instinctively toward the rooftop entrance, toward safety.

another sound: footsteps.

slow and deliberate, somewhere behind the vents. way too heavy to be wind, too steady. your throat tightened.

“who’s there?” nothing.

then, a faint metallic rattling. something lightly knocking against metal piping. closer. you turned and hurried toward the door, hand reaching immediately for the handle. you pulled but nothing.

you pulled again harder. the door was locked. “no!”

again, nothing. completely locked.

buzz. your phone lit up.

unknown number: don’t leave yet.

unknown number: we finally have privacy.

the rooftop suddenly felt enormous; too open, too empty and too exposed. you looked around again. nothing. and somehow that felt worse because someone was here, you knew they were.

another metallic sound. clink.

closer.

followed by slow footsteps.

“who’s there?” your voice came out thinner than intended.

silence.

then, a soft laugh. quiet and female, barely audible over the wind. your blood ran cold instantly. it came from near the vents, definitely near the vents. it was not your imagination. it was real. you backed up toward the locked door again, phone already in hand.

calling jimin.

ringing.

ringing.

nothing.

straight to voicemail. he was probably still in the meeting. shit. you dialed again anyway.

buzz.

unknown number: don’t call him.

unknown number: he never listens fast enough.

your breathing grew uneven. you typed quickly.

you: what do you want?

unknown number: i wanted to meet you properly.

another sound, closer now. footsteps scraping softly against concrete somewhere behind the vents, slow enough to feel deliberate like they wanted you nervous, wanted you listening. you looked around desperately. fire ladder? another exit? nothing, just open rooftop.

buzz.

unknown number: you know what's funny?

unknown number: you’ve seen me before.

unknown number: more than once.

your eyes darted across the rooftop trying to spot movement. a shadow, anything. but still nothing.

then movement. fastnear the far vent. a black hoodie, gone just as quickly. your breath caught.

“hey!” the word left before you could stop it.

stupid.

silence followed, then a phone vibration. not yours but somewhere nearby. close, hidden behind metal. you froze because suddenly they weren’t just here, they were close enough to hear you breathe.

buzz.

unknown number: warmer.

then the rooftop door behind you rattled violently. someone trying the handle from inside. jimin’s voice muffled through the metal. “open the door!” your chest nearly gave out in relief. “jimin!”

you turned and behind you another sound. close. footsteps right behind you and quietly almost at your ear, a female voice. soft and strangely calm, obsessively familiar somehow. “you really ruin everything, you know that?”

your back hit the metal rooftop door as the footsteps slowed. the clinking near the vents stopped completely.

your phone buzzed.

unknown number: turn around.

your stomach twisted violently.

slowly you did. nothing, just vents an cold air. an empty rooftop. you frowned, your heart still pounding.

because something about her felt familiar. too familiar. you couldn’t place it but the way she stood, the slight tilt of her shoulders, the careful posture. your breathing slowed unintentionally.

“…who are you?”

the woman stopped. she didn’t answer.

instead she raised her phone.

your phone buzzed.

unknown number: better.

your stomach dropped. “no…”

another step. the moonlight shifted around her and caught part of her face. your blood ran cold instantly because that wasn’t possible. your brain rejected it immediately, rejected what your eyes were seeing. “no.”

manager kim was dead, you saw the article. the police, the office, everything.

but there she stood. alive.

pale and tired with dark circles beneath her eyes. she wore the same careful makeup and same expression, except now something looked off like she hadn’t slept in weeks.

“you…” your voice barely came out.

kim smiled small and sad, almost relieved. “there you are.”

your body didn’t move. it couldn’t, because this made no sense.

“you’re..dead?''

“that’s what they think.”

your stomach churned violently. “no.”

“you were found-”

“a body was found.” she said matter-of-fact. “not mine.”

your pulse staggered. what?

jimin’s muffled voice echoed through the rooftop door. “open the door!” kim barely reacted. instead she looked tired, so unbelievably tired. “you really don’t get it,” she said quietly, her voice softer now.

your throat tightened. “then explain it.”

kim looked out over seoul for a second, the lights stretching below them. “I spent years protecting him.”

“I knew his schedules before he did sometimes. i covered scandals, hid injuries, made excuses when he was exhausted.” her eyes flickered toward you. “i watched him destroy himself for everyone.”

your stomach twisted because part of you understood, at least the exhaustion and the sacrifice.

but not this. never this.

kim continued. “and then you happened.”

“he smiled more.”

the words caught you off guard. “what?”

“he smiled more,” she repeated. “showed up distracted, wanted free time.” something bitter flickered through her expression. “started choosing himself.”

“you mean he was happy?”

that made something in her crack. “no. he was reckless.” her voice sharpened. “you made him reckless.”

“you think fans forgive things like this?” she asked quietly. “you think companies do?” she shook her head slowly. “one leak, one scandal or one mistake and suddenly people turn on him.”

her voice dropped softer. “I was protecting him.''

“so you stalked me?” you asked quietly.

“so i tested you.”

your stomach dropped.

“the notes. the tasks. the secrecy.” kim swallowed. “if you really loved him, you’d protect him too.”

“and kim?” your voice cracked slightly. “namjoon?”

pain flickered across her face. “I didn’t mean-”

she stopped and looked away. “we lost control.”

the rooftop suddenly felt colder. behind the door, another hard slam. “unlock the door!” jimin, he was desperate now. kim looked toward it again, her expression twisting briefly.

“he always chooses people over himself.”

buzz.

your phone lit up suddenly.

unknown number: wow.

unknown number: she really told you everything?

kim’s expression changed immediately.

“no…”

unknown number: you thought you were special?

kim stepped back, her face draining of color.

“no.”

unknown number: you were useful.

your pulse spiked and you looked up slowly. kim looked horrified.

“what…” your voice barely came out. kim shook her head immediately. “no.” more frantic now.

“no, that’s not possible.”

buzz.

unknown number: you really thought she was the only one watching?

kim looked toward the maintenance stairs immediately, panic taking over. “I need to go.”

“what?”

she turned quickly actually trying to leave.

“you’re not leaving!” adrenaline hit before thought. you grabbed her sleeve but kim jerked away immediately, hard.

“let go!”

“no!” she shoved your shoulder.

not enough to hurt but enough to stumble. fear replacing panic in her eyes. “I can’t be here!”

“kim-” she pushed past again, you grabbed her arm harder this time.

“let go!” the struggle turned messy fast. coat sleeves were ripped, hands slipping and scratching. real panic. kim trying to wrench free with you stumbling against metal railing. “stop!”

the rooftop door suddenly unlocked with a loud metallic click. both of you froze mid scramble as the door swung open, warm light spilling across the rooftop.

the ceo stepped out. calm, his hands resting at his sides and his expression unreadable.

for a second nobody moved. then quietly and firmly he spoke. “kim soojin.”

sharp enough to cut through the panic instantly. kim froze.

“sir-” her voice cracked, small now and afraid. the ceo sighed softly, almost disappointed. “you’re making this harder than it needs to be.”

why was he here? alone? where did jimin go?

you slowly stepped back eyes darting between them. ''it was the both of you, wasn't it?'' kim looked at the floor immediately, staying silent. the ceo adjusted his sleeves calmly. “we’ve known each other a long time.”

kim shook her head quickly, her voice trembling. “I didn’t tell her anything.”

“she figured it out herself.” the ceo hummed quietly like he was considering something, then looked at you. “you’ve been very curious lately.” your stomach dropped.

because that smile felt familiar somehow. the control, the wording, the tone.

your phone buzzed.

you looked down.

unknown number: finally.

you looked up. the ceo’s phone screen dimmed, the same notification glow. same timing. your blood ran cold.

no.

no way.

he slipped his phone calmly into his pocket, his expression unchanged.

then softly, almost amused, he spoke. “you really should’ve stayed secret.”

“she deserves answers,” kim said quietly.

deserves? like any of this was normal. the ceo nodded once. “there’s a maintenance shed,” he continued, motioning lightly toward the far side of the rooftop. “it's private.”

“no.” you said without thought. “no way.”

his expression barely shifted. “you can either keep guessing,” he said calmly, “or understand what’s actually been happening.”

he paused for a moment.

“and trust me…” his eyes flicked briefly toward your phone. “…you’ll want answers.”

your phone buzzed.

jimin: where are you?

jimin: i went to get security. answer me.

jimin: security says the roof door is unlocked now

you swallowed hard and the ceo noticed.

“go ahead,” he said firmly. “tell him you’re fine.”

everything about this felt wrong because you weren't fine, but you needed information. you needed to know.

slowly and carefully you typed.

you: im okay. just needed air.

sent.

you regretted it immediately. help was so close and somehow they still had control over you which made you feel pathetic.

before following them toward the maintenance shed your fingers slipped quietly into your coat pocket, your phone already there. your heart pounding too hard because something in your gut screamed:

you may not get another chance.

without looking you unlocked it, the brightness turned all the way down. after some fidgeting you shoved it deep into your pocket. silent and hidden.

the rooftop shed was a small maintenance storage with dim overhead lighting buzzing faintly above and metal shelves lined with cleaning supplies and dusty equipment. the air smelled stale and industrial.

there was one folding table and one chair. it was too enclosed and private for your liking. you wondered if this was where kim has been hiding out.

the ceo locked the door behind him and your stomach tightened immediately. click.

kim stayed near the wall with her arms folded tightly around herself. she was avoiding eye contact now. the ceo sighed quietly. “questions,” he said simply, like this was a business meeting.

you swallowed hard. “what the hell is this?”

“the relationship,” he said carefully, “was becoming a liability.”

your stomach dropped. “what?”

he folded his hands neatly. “you think companies don’t calculate risk?” there was a soft vibration against your thigh. “jimin is valuable,” he continued. the wording was cold. a valuable, not a human.

“kim became… emotionally compromised.”

kim flinched beside him, looking ashamed. “she cared too much.”

your eyes moved between them. “you stalked me.”

kim looked away her voice quieter now. “at first i just watched.” your pulse spiked. “at first?”

she swallowed. “I found out about the relationship months ago.”

your chest tightened. “how?”

“schedules, duh... i noticed patterns.” her voice cracked slightly. “long nights, changed routines, excuses.” she laughed once. “you looked happy with him.” that sounded resentful and devastated. the ceo continued calmly. “she struggled separating personal attachment from professional responsibility.”

“you threatened me.”

kim nodded once, barely. “I wanted you scared. I thought if i made you understand what secrecy costs…” she stopped, voice shaking. “…you’d leave.” your phone buzzed quietly, hidden beneath fabric.

jimin: where are you?

jimin: the roof door is unlocked now.

jimin: security can’t find the ceo either.

they were looking. you decided to keep talking. you looked back up. “what about namjoon?”

“an unfortunate complication.” the ceo replied. ''that wasn't apart of the plan until the dimwit kim blackmailed into following you around the award show got brave and attacked namjoon.''

kim looked sick immediately. “I didn’t want that,” she whispered. “I swear.”

''how the hell did you know what we were saying or doing in the moment?!'' your eyebrows furrowed together as you asked.

''you're much younger than me and you don't know about hidden cameras?'' kim scoffed humorously, ''the company just has the funds to get their hands on extremely good quality ones. I recommend getting rid of your TV.'' she said, before going quiet.

“what happened to you kim?” you asked suddenly. their expressions shifted. manager kim was supposedly dead and yet she was standing just a few feet away from you, alive. you didn't get the benefit of that at all.

the ceo sighed quietly like the answer should be obvious. “convenience.”

your stomach twisted. “what?”

“the death was useful.”

your breathing stopped briefly. “she disappeared.” he motioned lightly toward kim. “people stopped asking questions eventually and it made it easier for her to track you.”

kim looked horrified now. “I didn’t know it would go that far.”

“he said no one would get hurt.”

the ceo looked annoyed instantly. your fingers tightened subtly in your pocket. the ceo straightened. “you’ve seen too much.” your stomach dropped because suddenly the room changed. he wasn’t explaining anymore, he was deciding. your hand moved toward the door immediately. “I’m leaving.”

“no.” a simple and firm no.

you grabbed the handle anyway. it was locked, of course. panic flared. “what are you gonna do? keep me here?”

the ceo stepped closer. “If you go public…you destroy jimin.”

he paused for a moment. “or worse.”

there it was, threat. a real threat.

kim looked visibly uncomfortable now. “sir maybe we should-”

“no.”

your phone buzzed again.

jimin: please answer me.

you shoved your phone quickly back deeper into your pocket. “I’m not staying here.” you shoved past. the ceo grabbed your wrist immediately, his grip strong. “let go of me!” you shouted as panic rose to your throat.

kim stepped in. “stop!” everything turned messy fast. there was shoving and voices raised, the metal shelves rattling loudly as you twisted and turned out of the ceo's grip.

he came for you full force, wrapping his arms around you and picking you up in a threatening bear hug. you squirmed and screamed as kim protested from the other side of the room like a coward.

you kicked at his knee causing him to stumble backwards. you escaped his grip and you pushed again, hard, and then the sounds of heavy footsteps outside and voices began to fill your ears.

the shed door burst open. it was detective han and the police with security, the screaming basically led them to the commotion. “hands where i can see them!” the ceo froze. kim immediately stepped back, crying now. “I didn’t mean-” han moved fast, his eyes flicking to you instantly. “you okay?”

your chest heaved and slowly you pulled your phone from your pocket. the voice memo still recording, the red dot glowing.

voice memo:

04:17:42

your hand shook slightly. “…i got everything.”

behind him the ceo stayed unnervingly calm while officers secured his hands, like this was temporary and manageable. he looked at you once. then quietly began to speak. “that recording won’t save him.”

jimin moved before anyone else could. “what the hell does that mean?” han stepped between them instantly. “not now.”

the ceo only smiled slightly. small and knowing. it was pissing you off. kim finally spoke through shaky breaths her eyes red and mascara ruined. “I didn’t want this.”

nobody answered because how were you even supposed to respond to that? namjoon, the threats, weeks of fear, the games?

han motioned toward the officers. “take them.”

the ceo walked without resistance. Kim didn’t, she hesitated and looked back at you once, her expression cracked open completely now.

“i really did care about him.”

your throat tightened unexpectedly because somehow you believed that part despite everything. they were gone and the rooftop suddenly felt too quiet.

your legs nearly gave out but jimin caught you immediately, both hands steadying your waist. “hey.”

“look at me." you did but barely. and the second you really looked at him something cracked. all of it hit at once. your eyes burned instantly. “I’m so tired,” you whispered, your voice shaking.

“I know." he pulled you closer against his chest, one hand at the back of your head holding you there, like he needed proof you were safe and alive. “you’re okay.” he said softly, more for himself than you.

han approached again. “we’ll need statements.”

your stomach sank, of course. “we also need the recording.” he looked between both of you, his expression serious. “…but before that.”

“we found something.”

“what?” han hesitated which immediately made everything worse.

“the ceo wasn’t acting alone.”

of course he wasn’t. kim was proof of that alone, but who else could be involved? han sighed quietly. “we recovered devices from his office; folders, photos, even videos.”

“…how many people knew?”

han looked uncomfortable. “we’re still figuring that out.”

jimin went completely still beside you, his jaw tightening at the new information. “no more secrets,” he said quietly.

the questioning lasted hours or maybe it only felt that way. time blurred after the rooftop and after the shed, after realizing none of this had actually been paranoia. you weren’t crazy.

someone had been watching.

someone had been following.

someone had been controlling things.

you sat across from detective han in one of hybe’s smaller conference rooms, cold water untouched beside you and hands wrapped around the sleeves of jimin’s hoodie he’d draped over your shoulders.

outside the room jimin paced, occasionally glancing through the glass, refusing to leave.

han noticed and gave a small smile. “he’s worried.” you looked down.“…i know.” han opened a notebook, his voice gentler now. “start from the beginning.”

so you did. the first text, the weird feeling, the tasks, the ring, the notes, the fake venue staff, the hotel, namjoon, Kim, everything. every ugly detail. han barely interrupted, just listened and scribbled notes, occasionally asking for clarification.

“when did you realize kim might be involved?”

“what exactly did the venue worker say?”

“did the ceo ever directly threaten you before tonight?”

hours. actual hours.

at some point coffee arrived, cold by the time either of you touched it. then finally; the voice memo. han listened through headphones, his expression changing slowly: first surprise, then disbelief and then quiet satisfaction. because it was all there. kim confessing, the ceo threatening. the manipulation, the cover-up, the fake death, the relationship interference. all of it.

when it ended han removed the headphones slowly, sat back and exhaled. “…you got lucky.”

your stomach dropped. “what do you mean?”

“i mean with the recording.” he tapped the phone lightly. “If you hadn’t done this?”

he paused. ''this would’ve turned into power versus accusation.”

the cold reality made your chest tighten because he was right. they were powerful, wealthy and connected. han continued. “this?” he held up the phone slightly. “this is court-level evidence.”

real evidence. “you did the smartest thing possible.”

“the ceo won’t buy his way out of this, the recording’s too strong.”

your shoulders loosened slightly, just slightly. for the first time in weeks things felt real. han stood slowly. “we’ll still need your cooperation.”

he paused. “but…” his expression softened slightly. “…you can finally stop looking over your shoulder.”

8 months later

“breaking developments continue in what media outlets have labeled the hybe stalking scandal.” the television played softly in the living room, the morning sunlight spilling through the apartment windows.

it was warm and peaceful. finally. something that had once felt impossible was on screen, photos flashed in full display.

kim and the former ceo.

people were still discussing your relationship with jimin online. some fans were angry but most were supportive and happy, which made up for all the crappy people in your comments. nothing they said would amount to the things kim and hybe's ceo put you through.

the headlines online were still going crazy and the recent arrest of the CEO made all of the drama pop up on your timelines again.

FORMER HYBE CEO SENTENCED IN STALKING & CONSPIRACY CASE

EX-MANAGER KIM SOOJIN RECEIVES REDUCED SENTENCE AFTER COOPERATION

the reporter on screen continued:

“following months of investigation, prosecutors confirmed extensive harassment, unlawful surveillance, coercion, and conspiracy involving multiple staff members. Court evidence included private recordings obtained by the victim, which legal experts called ‘critical to securing conviction.’”

your stomach still twisted hearing it even now, months later.

the reporter continued:

“kim soojin reportedly cooperated extensively with investigators, revealing internal misconduct and illegal surveillance networks tied to entertainment staff access.”

the reporter paused before continuing.

“meanwhile, the former ceo was sentenced following charges including intimidation, obstruction, and criminal conspiracy.”

you muted the t because you’d heard enough. enough interviews, enough articles and enough strangers discussing the worst weeks of your life.

soft footsteps approached behind you. you felt warm hands settle on your shoulders. jimin. he looked sleepy with his messy hair. he was still half awake.

“you watching that again?” quiet teasing. you leaned back against him slightly. “it came on.”

he hummed softly, his chin resting on your shoulder.

home. that word still felt new because eight months later you lived together now. quiet mornings, shared groceries, laundry arguments and late-night takeout with his hoodies somehow permanently becoming yours. this was something steady and safe for once.

jimin pressed a soft kiss against the side of your head. “all over now.”

you looked down at the promise ring back on your finger. the same one the stalker failed to take forever. you were so happy when the detectives had retrieved it during the search of kim's house.

“…yeah.” and for the first time in a long time you actually believed it.

you turned off the television completely, the sudden silence filling the room as jimin's hands gently squeezed your shoulders. his thumbs traced small circles against your skin, a comforting rhythm that had become second nature to him when sensing your tension.

"come back to bed," he murmured against your hair, his voice still thick with sleep. "it's too early for all that noise."

you nodded, letting him help you up from the couch. as you stood, his arm wrapped naturally around your waist, pulling you close. the familiar scent of him filled your senses, grounding you in the present.

in the bedroom, morning light filtered through the blinds, casting soft stripes across the rumpled sheets. you had both fallen asleep watching a movie last night, evidence of which still played on the laptop perched precariously on the nightstand.

jimin guided you toward the bed, his movements unhurried. "you're thinking too loud," he whispered, turning you to face him. his eyes, still soft with sleep, searched yours. "what's going on in that pretty head of yours?"

you reached up to smooth his messy hair, your fingers tangling in the soft strands. "just... everything. nothing. i don't know." you sighed. "sometimes it feels like I should be more... fixed than I am."

his expression softened with understanding. "there's no timeline for healing, love." he captured your hand in his, bringing your palm to his lips. "you're here. you're safe. you're with me. that's what matters."

he kissed your palm, then your wrist, then the inside of your elbow, his lips trailing a path of warmth up your arm. when he reached your shoulder, he paused, his breath ghosting across your skin.

"let me help you forget," he murmured, his voice dropping to that deeper register that never failed to send shivers down your spine.

you tilted your head back, exposing your neck to him. "please."

his lips met yours in a soft kiss that quickly deepened, all the unspoken reassurance and affection passing between you. his hands slid down your back, settling on your waist as he pulled you against him. you could feel his heart beating against your chest, steady and strong.

"jimin," you breathed against his mouth.

"shh," he replied, guiding you backward until your legs hit the edge of the bed. "just feel."

he lowered you onto the mattress, following you down, his body covering yours in a way that felt both protective and intimate. his kisses grew more deliberate, more passionate, as his hands explored your body with a familiarity that still managed to feel new and exciting each time.

your fingers tangled in his hair as his lips moved along your jaw, down your neck, pausing to linger in the hollow of your throat. you arched against him, a soft sigh escaping your lips as his hands slipped beneath your shirt, his warm palms spreading across your back.

"better?" he whispered against your skin.

you could only nod, words failing you as sensation took over. he chuckled softly, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through you. his fingers traced the hem of your shirt before slowly lifting it, his eyes meeting yours as he exposed your stomach, your ribs, until the fabric was gathered beneath your arms.

"you're so beautiful," he murmured, his gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that made your cheeks flush. "every part of you."

he lowered his head, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your stomach, his tongue darting out to taste your skin. you squirmed beneath him, your hands gripping his shoulders as he continued his exploration, taking his time as if memorizing every curve, every dip of your body.

when he finally removed your shirt completely, you felt no vulnerability, only the overwhelming certainty that you were safe, cherished and loved. his eyes never left yours as he reached behind you to unhook your bra, his fingers deft and practiced.

"jimin," you whispered, reaching for him.

he leaned down to kiss you again, deeper this time, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands roamed freely across your now bare skin. you responded in kind, your own hands slipping beneath his t-shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin, the hard muscles of his back and shoulders.

he broke the kiss long enough to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it aside before returning to you. Tthe sight of him; his toned chest, his smooth skin, the way his muscles shifted as he moved still took your breath away.

"touch me," he murmured, guiding your hands to his chest.

your fingers traced the lines of his muscles, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath your palm. he closed his eyes, leaning into your touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips. you took advantage of his distraction, rolling suddenly so that you were on top, straddling his hips.

his eyes flew open in surprise, then darkened with desire as he looked up at you. "well now," he murmured, his hands settling on your waist. "what do we have here?"

you leaned down, your hair falling around his face as you kissed him, taking control in a way that still felt new but empowering. his response was immediate, his hands tightening on your waist as he returned the kiss with equal passion.

you broke away, trailing kisses down his neck, across his chest, pausing to pay special attention to the sensitive spots you knew drove him wild. his soft groans and the way his body tensed beneath you were your reward, spurring you on.

you continued your downward journey, your lips and tongue mapping his torso until you reached the waistband of his pajama pants. you looked up at him, finding his eyes dark with anticipation, his lips slightly parted.

"please," he breathed, his voice husky with need.

you smiled, taking your time as you slowly lowered his pants, revealing him inch by inch. when he was completely bare before you, you took a moment to simply appreciate the sight of him; beautiful, vulnerable and completely yours.

you lowered your head, pressing a soft kiss to his inner thigh, feeling him tremble beneath you. his hands tangled in your hair as you continued your exploration, your mouth moving closer to where he clearly wanted it most.

"baby," he gasped when you finally took him into your mouth, his hips rising instinctively to meet you.

you took your time, enjoying his responses, the way his breath hitched, the soft curses that fell from his lips. you could feel his control slipping, his movements becoming more erratic as you brought him closer to the edge.

just as he was about to lose control completely, you pulled back, earning a frustrated groan. you laughed softly, climbing back up his body to straddle him again.

"tease," he accused, though his eyes sparkled with amusement and desire.

"you love it," you countered, leaning down to kiss him.

he responded eagerly, his hands sliding down your back to grip your hips, positioning you exactly where he wanted you. you sank down slowly, taking him inside you inch by inch, both of you gasping at the sensation.

for a moment, you simply stayed still, adjusting to the feeling of fullness, of connection. jimin's hands moved restlessly across your back, his eyes locked on yours, his expression one of pure adoration.

"move for me," he whispered, his voice strained with emotion.

you began to move, slowly at first, finding a rhythm that felt right. his hands guided your hips, encouraging you, praising you with soft words and kisses. the pace gradually increased, the room filling with the sounds of your pleasure; soft moans, whispered names, the rhythm of your bodies moving together.

he shifted suddenly, rolling you onto your back without breaking your connection. now he was above you, his movements more deliberate, more controlled as he drove you both toward the edge. his eyes never left yours, even as his control began to fray, his breath coming in harsh pants.

"cum with me," he gasped, his hand slipping between your bodies to find that sensitive bundle of nerves that would push you over the edge.

you cried out as pleasure washed over you, your body arching against his as waves of ecstasy pulsed through you. he followed moments later, his body tensing above you as he found his own release, your name falling from his lips like a prayer.

for long moments afterward, you simply lay together, tangled in each other's arms, your bodies still humming with pleasure. jimin's weight was a comfort, his steady breathing against your neck a reminder that you were safe, cherished, home.

when he finally shifted to roll beside you, you protested softly, already missing his warmth. he chuckled, pulling you into his arms, your head resting on his chest.

"jimin?" you whispered after a while.

"hmm?"

"I love you."

he tightened his arms around you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "I love you too, more than you'll ever know."

a few hours later you stirred awake, the afternoon sun peaking through the blinds. jimin's spot was empty next to you but you heard him rustling around in the living room. curious, you got up and checked on him.

''hello sleepy head.'' he said as he noticed you. he sat at the dining table organizing papers. you sat across from him, your phone face up on the table beside his.

''I went to namjoons house earlier.'' jimin said. ''how is he doing?'' you ask, tilting your head. ''better. he can dance again, but now he won't stop.'' jimin said with a chuckle as he shook his head. ''you know staying home has been driving him crazy, it doesn't surprise me.''

''well he's supposed to call me after he takes his medicine.''

then, buzz.

both phones lit up at the exact same time.

''maybe that's him?'' you say, glancing over at your phone.

hidden number: miss me?

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[ustulia]

NOOOO!!!!! 😭

The way that you play with my emotions (do it more, I love your writing 🖤). And here I thought we would get a happy ending. Should have known better tbh, but does that mean more is on the way? 👀

[swanlakebaby]

seen | 02 - pjm

↴ synopsis:

for months, your relationship survived through hidden schedules, secrecy, and closed doors; until an unknown number begins sending texts that know far too much. private moments stop feeling private, paranoia turns into fear and when the messages become something darker, one terrifying truth becomes impossible to ignore: someone is watching.

→ pairing: bts!jimin x fem!reader

→ word count: 6.5k

→ tags: jimin x reader, park jimin fic, bts fanfic, psychological thriller, stalker au, dark fic, suspense fic, mystery fic, anonymous texts, secret relationship au, idol au, protective jimin, thriller romance, paranoia, stalking tw, tw harassment, tw threats, murder mystery, suspense, obsessive stalker, creepy vibes, hidden relationship, celebrity relationship au, unknown number, detective au, dark themes, angst, tension, chapter two, seen chapter two, seen fic, park jimin x reader, bts x reader, psychological suspense, thriller au, protective boyfriend jimin, tw stalking, tw death, tw murder, slow burn thriller, kissing, body worship, strip tease, lace, lingerie, blowjob, teasing, head, cock blocking, romance, soft bf jimin, bf jimin, protective jimin

→ a/n: im having tm fun writing this and adding visuals like notes, articles, pics, etc...can you tell? LOL

the room went quiet after the message. neither of you spoke. jimin stared at his phone for a long second, jaw tight enough to hurt. you couldn’t stop looking at the screen.

your stomach turned. jimin locked his phone first, then yours. his movements were calm and collected; the kind of calm that only happened when he was trying very hard not to spiral. “come on,” he said quietly. you blinked in confusion. “practice.”

“jimin...” you started.

“we’re not doing this here.” his voice softened immediately after. he reached for your hand without thinking. “we’ll figure it out.” the walk back to the practice room happened mostly in silence.

for the first time since you’d gotten here, the building felt unfamiliar. every passing face lingered too long in your head. staff members, security, employees walking by, even someone laughing down the hall made your ears perk up like a paranoid dog.

your chest tightened at every stranger, because if they knew this much, if they knew where you were, then it had to be someone closer than you thought.

practice resumed, or attempted to at the very least. jimin was off immediately and everyone noticed, it was hard not to. he missed counts, lost focus halfway through choreography and stood staring for too long during breaks. normally he was sharp and precise. today, he kept glancing toward you making sure you were still there, still okay.

taehyung noticed first. “you good?” jimin nodded too fast. “yeah.”

nobody believed him. you barely watched practice. your phone stayed face down in your lap, silent, which somehow felt worse. it was like waiting for thunder. by the end of the day, everyone looked exhausted, jimin especially. he barely said goodbye before finding you. “come with me,” he said quietly. “where?”

“meeting.”

your brows furrowed. “what meeting?” he hesitated. “manager set something up.” the car ride felt strange and quiet. the driver didn’t take the usual route toward his apartment. instead, seoul blurred unfamiliar outside the window. office buildings, narrow side streets and less people. eventually, the car slowed outside a plain building tucked between much larger towers.

“private entrance,” the driver explained. jimin looked over. “they wanted this kept quiet.” your stomach sank. inside, everything felt sterile. a woman in plain clothes waited near the elevator. “this way'' she said, guiding you and jimin somewhere unknown.. the private room upstairs looked more like a conference office than anything else.

inside waited a police officer and a detective.

your stomach dropped, because suddenly this wasn’t scary anymore. it was real. the detective stood first. he looked about mid-forties, composed to the point of intimidating. his hair was peppered with black and white, as was his beard. he was dressed plainly; a dark button up underneath a long coat, with his sleeves rolled just enough to show he’d been working too long.

“thank you for coming.” jimin sat close enough that your shoulders touched. protective now even when authorities are just a few feet away. the next hour blurred together. the conversation that ensued was full of questions, timelines, screenshots, phone numbers, and everything that made the dread in your stomach settle more.

the detective stayed mostly quiet while taking notes. until, “they’re escalating intentionally,” he said. you frowned. “what does that mean?''

“they wanted attention,” he explained calmly. “now they want control.'' your stomach twisted. “the language changed.” he tapped lightly against printed screenshots.

“as you can see, it started observational.”

be more careful who sees you.

“now it’s directive.”

act normal.

protect her better.

his expression darkened slightly. “games concern me, because games usually mean escalation.” the word landed heavy. jimin’s hand tightened slightly around yours. “what do we do?” he asked quietly.

the detective slid a card across the table with a direct number beside his official portfolio picture. “call immediately if anything changes.” the officer added, “don’t respond.”

“and if they request meetings?”

he paused for a moment. “absolutely not.”

you nodded. something uneasy settled in your chest because somehow you already knew that whoever this was wouldn’t make it that easy.

by evening, you finally got home. your apartment felt wrong now. you double checked locks without thinking, checked windows, then closed curtains, then repeated the process again until it felt just right.

dinner sat untouched for almost twenty minutes before you forced yourself to eat. your phone buzzed and the fork nearly slipped from your hand as your pulse spiked instantly.

three messages.

unknown number: that meeting was disappointing.

cold swept through you. another message,

unknown number: the detective seems nice.

your stomach dropped.

no, no way.

unknown number: police won’t help you.

your hands started shaking as yet another buzz vibrated against your palm.

unknown number: but congratulations.

pause, typing, pause, typing again. it was deliberate, like they knew you were watching and desperate for what were going to say next.

unknown number: you unlocked your first task.

your chest tightened painfully. another message arrived immediately.

unknown number: task one: obedience

you almost threw the phone down. instead, you stared. just then, an address appeared below. a side street in seoul with no explanation, just coordinates.

unknown number: there’s a note waiting for you.

your breathing turned uneven. the last message was calm and way too casual.

unknown number: don’t disappoint me.

unknown number: you have one hour.

this had to be some sick joke. right? your thumb hovered over jimin’s contact. call him, just call him. tell him everything and he will come over with police and i won't have to do this.

another buzz interrupted the thought.

unknown number: don’t.

your breathing slowed.

another message came immediately after.

unknown number: i know you’re thinking about calling him.

you looked around the apartment without meaning to. the kitchen, window, hallway. nothing. another buzz.

unknown number: if you call jimin, someone gets hurt.

your hand froze. another message.

unknown number: guess who?

your pulse spiked painfully. you typed without thinking.

you: leave him alone.

read instantly, three dots gone as fast as they came, then again, and finally.

unknown number: then listen.

the address sat beneath the message again, a random street tucked somewhere quieter in seoul.

unknown number: alone.

unknown number: no police.

unknown number: no jimin.

your throat tightened. then, another photo loaded. your stomach dropped; jimin. the same image from when all of this started.

unknown number: don’t make me go to lengths i don't want to go to just yet. this is just the first task.

silence stretched through the apartment. you grabbed your jacket and headed out of the door to this random location. the walk felt longer than it should’ve. every person passing made your pulse jump, every car slowing nearby, every shadow lingering too long.

you checked behind yourself more times than you could count but nothing looked strange, which somehow made everything feel worse. the address led to a quieter street tucked between older buildings.

dim lighting with long closed storefronts.

buzz.

unknown number: good.

you hated how quickly your stomach dropped everytime a message came through.

unknown number: left alley.

as you walked, something grabbed your eye. a folded note tucked beneath an old newspaper beside the wall. your chest tightened. for a second, you just stood there, then crouched slowly, hands colder than they should’ve been.

you unfolded it. the note featured messy handwriting that gradually got worse, like someone was rushed or possibly even angry.

your breath caught.

your stomach twisted because this sounded personal. another line stood out harder than the rest.

your pulse stopped for half a second.

chills crawled up your spine, you looked around immediately.

there was nothing but the alley entrance, rooftoops, filled dumpsters, and dark broken windows. no movement, nothing. but the feeling of being watched pressed harder suddenly. your breath picked up as you slowly turned again, checking corners and shadows that weren't there.

someone had to be here. close. they had to...

buzz.

you flinched hard enough to nearly drop the phone.

unknown number: stop looking.

your stomach dropped.

unknown number: you’re searching for answers where there aren’t any.

you froze because they knew. they knew exactly what you were doing. slowly and carefully, you turned once more. nothing, still nothing.

another buzz.

unknown number: keep the note.

unknown number: show it to the manager tomorrow.

your brows furrowed. what?

unknown number: watch carefully.

your pulse picked up. manager? which one? why?

unknown number: focus.

unknown number: don’t forget what happens when you stop listening.

by the time you got back to your apartment, your hands were shaking again. you locked the door and checked twice, then three times. your phone stayed silent for almost an hour, which somehow made your nerves worse. the note sat unfolded on your kitchen counter.

the messy handwriting and aggressive pressure marks in the paper kept flashing through your mind.

he really should’ve been here instead of you.

you hated that line most because it sounded bitter and personal, like whoever this was blamed him or blamed you for having him. your eyes flickered toward jimin’s contact again. you should call him.

the warning.

your stomach turned. instead, you settled for texting.

you: you home safe?

the response came almost immediately.

jimin: yeah. u okay?

jimin: u disappeared kinda fast.

guilt settled heavy in your chest. your thumbs hovered over the screen. you wanted to tell him everything. the address, the note, the threats.

you: just tired. long day.

typing bubble.

jimin: you sure?

before you could answer; buzz.

unknown number: lying already? disappointing.

your blood ran cold. another message.

unknown number: answer him.

you stared.

unknown number: but be careful what you say.

somehow they knew exactly what conversation was happening. another buzz.

unknown number: tomorrow morning.

unknown number: manager kim.

your brows pulled together. kim? there were multiple managers with the last name kim. another message arrived immediately.

unknown number: don’t pretend like you don’t know which one.

unknown number: show her the note.

your stomach dropped. her? why her?

another buzz.

unknown number: watch her face carefully.

the pause was long enough to make your chest tighten.

unknown number: everyone lies differently.

unknown number: sleep well.

unknown number: i’ll know if you don’t.

you’d spent half the night staring at the ceiling and the other half checking locks, checking windows and checking your phone. nothing came after the final message. your eyes drifted toward the folded note sitting on the kitchen counter, creased now and handled too many times.

manager kim.

you still weren’t entirely sure who they meant. but deep down you had a feeling, because there was only one kim who regularly hovered around both you and jimin.one who knew enough. schedules, apartments, practice times, private entrances.

your stomach twisted. no. that felt impossible. you got ready slower than usual, double checking the hallway outside your apartment before leaving.

you had found yourself studying everyone again. practice had already started by the time you arrived. music echoed through the room; jimin noticed you immediately. he crossed over during a break, concern already written all over his face. “you okay?”

you forced something close to a smile. “yeah.” he frowned instantly. “that sounded fake.” you almost laughed. almost. “just tired.” his eyes lingered on you, like he knew something was still wrong. “you slept?”

“kind of.”

he sighed softly. “come home with me tonight.” the offer came quiet. your chest tightened. “okay.” his shoulders relaxed slightly. “good.”

before he could say anything else, someone called him back to practice. he hesitated, then leaned down briefly. he planted a quick kiss against your forehead. “don’t disappear on me today.” guilt twisted sharply in your stomach because you already planned to.

about an hour later, during another break, you spotted her.

manager kim; clipboard in hand and walking through the hallway. your pulse immediately picked up. the folded note suddenly felt heavier in your pocket.

show her the note.

watch her face carefully.

you hated this. hated that you were listening. but if this led somewhere or if this helped end it you had to know. right?

“manager kim?”

she turned, expression softening slightly when she saw you. “hey. everything okay?” too normal. your throat tightened. “can i… ask you something?” her brows pulled together. “sure.” she stepped into one of the quieter hallways without question.

“what’s up?”

your fingers tightened around the folded paper. suddenly, you felt ridiculous. what if this was nothing? what if you looked insane? still, slowly, you held the note out. “i found this.” her expression shifted slightly. confusion. “found it where?”

“outside.” which was technically true. she unfolded it casually and started reading. for a second, nothing. then you saw it. small and quick, almost invisible. her expression froze just briefly. her jaw tightened, eyes lingering too long on one specific line.

he really should’ve been here instead of you.

then it was gone. she was completely normal again. “where exactly did you get this?”

“why?”

“because this is weird.” she gave a short laugh that didn’t quite land.“probably some obsessive fan.” your pulse ticked up. because wasn’t that exactly what everyone kept saying? her eyes flickered back to the note, then to you. “did anyone else see this?” the question landed wrong. something about it was too immediate.

“no,” you lied. her shoulders loosened slightly. “okay,” she said. “give it to me.” you hesitated. immediately something unreadable crossed her face. “for security,” she added quickly. “so we can handle it.”

your stomach twisted harder because..

watch her face carefully.

another thought hit suddenly.

everyone lies differently.

your phone buzzed. both of you looked down automatically.

unknown number: there it is.

you stopped breathing.

unknown number: did you catch that?

manager kim frowned slightly. “everything okay?” you looked up too fast, her expression was calm.

buzz.

unknown number: don’t hand her the note.

unknown number: she gets nervous when people start asking questions.

that evening felt heavier than usual. the kind of heavy that settled into your chest and stayed there. jimin decided it was best to go to your place instead.

he was still tired, still worried and still watching you too closely. the second he stepped into your apartment, he noticed something was off. you barely greeted him before pacing toward the kitchen. your phone sat face down on the counter. you ignored it for once. “okay,” jimin said carefully, setting his bag down. “what happened today?”

you laughed once, short andfrustrated.

“i don’t even know anymore.” he frowned immediately. you told him everything; manager kim, the note, the reaction, the weird shift in expression, the texts after.

every single detail. jimin listened quietly, really listened. barely interrupting. except the deeper you got into it the worse his expression became. “this is insane,” he muttered finally.

“i know.”

“and they knew about the note?”

“yes.”

“and the conversation?”

“yes.”

silence. you rubbed both hands over your face. “i’m tired, jimin.” your voice cracked unexpectedly. “i’m so tired.” he moved closer immediately. “hey.”

“no, seriously.” you stood too quickly. frustration finally spilling over. “i can’t do this anymore and it's only been a few days.” your chest tightened painfully. “i’m checking windows every five minutes, i’m scared to text people, scared to leave my apartment, scared to tell the truth, scared to lie.” you laughed again, more bitter this time. “and somehow i’m supposed to just keep acting normal?”

jimin stayed quiet letting you talk, letting you finally crack. “i feel trapped.” the words came quieter now. “like no matter what i do, they’re already ahead of me.” the silence stretched.

jimin stood and walked over slowly, hands resting gently against your arms. grounding you with a warmness you couldn't get from yourself. “okay,” he said softly.

“then we stop.”

you blinked. “what?”

“the game.” it was simple. “we stop giving them what they want.” your gaze flickered toward the phone. it was still dark and still silent. they were waiting. something inside you snapped.

you grabbed your phone and held the power button. completely off. jimin blinked. “…did you just...”

“turn yours off.” you pointed immediately. he hesitated. “what if—”

“turn it off.” firmer this time. he listened. there were two phones with dead silence. for the first time in days nothing buzzed, nothing interrupted and nothing watched through a screen.

you exhaled slowly, then suddenly started checking everything in your apartment. drawers, shelves, the smoke detector, behind frames, inside cabinets. jimin followed behind you, confused. “what are you doing?”

“looking.”

“for what?”

“hearing devices, cameras, something.” your movements turned frantic. “because there has to be something.” jimin gently touched your shoulder. “baby…”

“no,” you said quickly. “think about it.” you gestured wildly. “they know too much.” the apartment suddenly felt suspicious. every vent and every shadow. nothing felt private anymore. you checked beneath the coffee table, kitchen shelves, behind books.

you stood in the middle of the living room breathing hard and exhausted. you were fed up and angry, really angry. you looked around the apartment slowly. then toward absolutely nothing, the empty air. “can you hear me?”

jimin blinked. “uh…”

you ignored him and kept going, your voice sharper now. “if you’re listening...good.” silence. “i’m done.” you crossed your arms. “no more games.” nothing. “no more weird tasks, no more threats.” jimin looked deeply unsure where this was going. you kept talking anyway. “you don’t scare me.”

lie.

“but i’m done letting you force me into some paranoid mess.”

“you wanna watch?” you said bitterly. “cool.” a humorless laugh. “watch me stop caring.'' nothing happened. no buzz, no message, no interruption, just silence. real silence. for the first time in days.

eventually, dinner happened. bad takeout and mindless tv, like how it was before all of this mess started. jimin stayed longer than usual like he didn’t fully trust leaving you alone. by midnight, he stood near the door. “you sure you’ll be okay?” you nodded. “i think so.”

and weirdly, you almost meant it. because tonight felt more quiet, better even. like maybe finally you took control back. he kissed your forehead once. “call me if anything feels weird.”

you winced slightly. “…right.” he sighed. “okay. then survive till morning.” a tiny smile. you laughed quietly. “goodnight.”

“lock the door.”

“you sound eighty.”

“lock. the. door.”

you did the second he left. but the silence returned. you stood there for a second. then without thinking; turned your phone back on. instant regret.

buzz.

buzz.

buzzbuzzbuzzbuzzbuzz.

your stomach dropped. message after message flooded the screen. twenty-seven unread texts.

the first message:

unknown number: cute speech.

another.

unknown number: you really think ignoring me changes anything?

another.

unknown number: turning your phone off was rude.

unknown number: you looked stupid checking cabinets.

your breath caught because they’d seen that too.

another message.

unknown number: talking to empty air?

unknown number: i was disappointed in you tonight.

unknown number: punishments are important.

unknown number: task two.

an address appeared and your stomach twisted instantly. a parking lot.

unknown number: tomorrow...

unknown number: you’ll bring flowers and pretend you have no idea how this could have happened.

your brows furrowed. flowers? another message arrived and this time your blood ran cold; a news article screenshot.

you stopped breathing.

another buzz.

unknown number: manager kim won’t be needing that note anymore.

unknown number: i told you someone gets hurt when you stop listening.

the next morning felt wrong before you even stepped inside the building. news vans lined the curb outside hybe and reporters crowded behind temporary barriers, cameras pointed toward the entrance. staff moved faster than usual, heads down, security tighter.

the atmosphere had shifted. you pulled your hood up instinctively as you stepped through the private entrance. inside somehow felt worse; it was quiet in all the wrong ways. people whispered, conversations stopped too quickly and eyes lingered.

halfway down the hall, you spotted them. all seven of them clustered near one of the conference rooms. a detective stood nearby speaking quietly with management while another investigator scribbled notes.

your chest tightened at the sight of him. jimin's his eyes were red-rimmed and subtly swollen like he’d cried or tried very hard not to. he stood close to the members, hands shoved into his hoodie pocket, quieter than usual.

taehyung said something beside him but he barely reacted. just then, his eyes flickered up and found yours just for a second. something unreadable crossed his face; was it relief, exhaustion, hurt? you decided it was all three.

then someone beside him started talking again and the moment disappeared. you looked away first because suddenly everything felt heavier. manager kim was gone, actually gone.

the reality of that sat ugly in your chest. your feet moved before you thought much about it. down the hallway and past familiar doors until you stopped in front of manager kim’s office. it was dark and empty, her metal nameplate still hung onto the door. this felt wrong and intrusive but the thought lingered.

show her the note.

watch carefully.

you glanced once down the hallway. there was nobody watching for once. so slowly, you stepped inside. the room smelled untouched like the police hadn't yet been in here, or atleast didn't find anything of value.

your eyes drifted around slowly. bookshelf, folders and a cabinet. a regular office it seemed, and yet something felt off. after some digging around you crouched near one of the lower cabinets and pulled it open. it was mostly work related files, your eyes skimmed the area quickly until they landed on something. a small usb drive.

it was unlabeled and half-hidden behind paperwork. your brows furrowed. that's weird; if she was keeping it for the company, she would have labeled it.

you reached for it but then paused because tucked beneath it was a folded piece of paper. messy handwriting. your stomach dropped. you unfolded it carefully. there were only a few words crossed out repeatedly. rewritten, messy and shaking. it was nothing like anger but rather more like panic or stress.

it looked familiar, too familiar. the same slant, the same pressure and the same messy spacing like the alley note. without thinking you shoved both into your pocket. with one final look around the room you decided nothing else stuck out and your search was done.

i will miss you kim

you caught jimin between conversations and gently touched his arm. “can we talk?”

he looked tired, really tired, but nodded instantly. the second you were somewhere quieter you pulled out the usb drive. his brows pulled together. “what’s that?”

“found it in kim’s office.”

“…you what?”

“just trust me.” you explained quickly the note, the handwriting and the weird feeling. jimin looked uneasy immediately. “not here,” he said quietly.

“come with me.”

“where?”

“somewhere not compromised.”

the way he said it made your stomach turn because he must have believed it contained something important too.

the café sat tucked into a quieter neighborhood. it was a smaller cafe with warm lighting and private booths that didn't see much business in the evening, which was perfect.

you both sat in the corner with shared earbuds and the laptop between the two of you. you hesitated as you slid the usb into your laptop and impatiently waited as the usb drive loaded slowly. there were three files.

nothing stuck out at first. the first two were labeled file_01 and file_02 which contained random paperwork. jimin pointed at the screen towards one labeled: recording_04

you clicked it and a video of manager kim at her desk popped up. your stomach twisted instantly. she looked nervous. the camera was slightly shaky and her eyes were tired and red like she hadn't slept. she looked directly at the camera, her voice quieter than usual.

“if anyone finds this…” she swallowed hard. “…i don’t know if this means something happened already.” her hands shook slightly. “someone’s been blackmailing me.” both of you went still.

“i don’t know who they are.”

another shaky breath. “they have things. private things.” she looked down briefly. she seemed ashamed and terrified.

“they told me to write a note.” her voice cracked slightly. “these aren’t my thoughts.” she said quickly. “i don’t believe any of this.” your stomach dropped.

the note.

“i don’t have a choice.” then, the camera shifted. she started writing. the same handwriting with same pressure and the same shakiness. not anger, fear. jimin went still beside you. the room suddenly felt colder.

eventually she folded the note, slipped it into her purse. then left. the phone still recording mostly darkness and muffled movement now.

for the next six minutes, you and jimin listened to car sounds and breathing until a person; female, calm, sharp and most of all, unsettling, began to speak.

“you took long enough.”

both of you froze. no face, just a voice. kim sounded terrified. “i did what you asked.” there was an uncomfortable silence and then a laugh. the voice was quiet, almost amused. “good.”

the video then ended abruptly. you stared speechless at the laptop screen as the video went to black. jimin exhaled slowly. “okay.”

“that changes everything.”

“the note wasn’t hers,” you whispered.

“not really.” he nodded.

“the handwriting...”

“she was scared,” you finished quietly. silence stretched. your head hurt and everything felt messy now.

“what do we even do with this?” jimin answered immediately. “police.”

“we leave this to them.”

for once he sounded certain. you copied the file onto your laptop anyway; just in case. then called the detective. you have a brief conversation of what you and jimin had found and his tone changed immediately. “forward everything.”

you did.

“we’ll handle this.”

after hanging up, the exhaustion finally hit which jimin seemed to noticed immediately. his hand found yours under the table. gentle, like always. he let a few quiet moments pass before speaking.

“come away with me tonight.”

you blinked. “what?”

“just tonight.” he paused for a few moments. “somewhere private and away from all of this.”

the hotel sat just outside the city. it was quiet with a private entrance which meant no cameras or reporters.

for the first time in days you breathed easier. he led you to the roof for a nice private dinner. you couldn't help but feel like this moment should last forever. you deserved peace and so did jimin.

''did the steak come out to your liking?'' the chef asked, folding his hands together politely. you smiled softly. ''of course. you always know how to cook up a great meal.''

jimin chuckled as he nodded in agreement.

''oh, no.'' the chef said.

you furrowed your eyebrows. ''you're almost done with your wine miss, let me get you a new glass.'' he says, hurrying off to the kitchen.

''hey.'' jimin said softly, reaching forward and placing his hand over yours.

''I wanted this for two reasons. one, to get rid of that stalking freak for just a little bit, but also,'' jimin paused for a moment, sitting back in his chair. ''but also because i wanted to give you something.''

you tilt your head in confusion, when suddenly the chef comes back with your wine and a discreet black bag with white ribbon handles.

''you know I hate surprises.'' you said, the heat rising to your cheeks. ''I know, but when you tell me that I can't help but think you may secretly still enjoy them.'' he says, taking the bag from the chef.

jimin stands and begins walking towards the far side of the roof near the roof railing. ''I will leave you to it then, enjoy the wine and the gifts miss.'' the chef bows politely before heading back into the kitchen.

you follow behind him and stand in front of him at once. he turns to face you and hands you the bag. ''we're over here for a reason.'' he says with a whisper.

''i'm scared to see what you have under your sleeve.'' you hide a small smile as you undo the bag and reach inside. a thin sheet of paper covered whatever was inside and after manuring your hand around it you felt some sort of lace material.

you lower your eyes at jimin with a grin. ''really?'' you say between your teeth, already knowing what it might be.

''take it out.'' he says in response.

you slowly take out the lace material and adjust your eyes to see a baby pink lingerie bra. you look further into the bag and see matching panties to go along with it.

''and here i am stressed about a stalker turned murderer and you're planning lingerie surprises?'' you say playfully. ''it's not just that.'' he says, holding up a finger and digging in his suit pocket for something else.

the ring twinkles under the moonlight as he holds it upright. ''a promise ring.'' he says proudly.

''really?''

''of course. things have been so hard and I can tell, but I want to make a promise with you that no matter what, we'll stay together.''

you couldn't help but smile at this point. without saying anything you hold out your hand and allow him to slide the ring onto your finger. you wiggle your fingers and watch as the ring sparkles and glitters.

''i'd ask how much this was but i think the price alone would make all of the steak come back up'' you say with a laugh. jimin laughs softly as he places his hands on your hips gentle and pulls you in for a soft kiss.

you wrap your arms around his neck and stare up at him, savoring the moment and the promise ring. ''you know, i would love to see you try it on right about now.'' jimin says with a grin.

''really?'' you smirk. ''and perhaps I would really love to try it on for you right about now.''

with that, jimin took your hand and the bag and began leading the way back to the hotel room. as you passed through the kitchen you thanked the chef and his team for the dinner.

the hotel room was dim and romantic.

warm lighting spilled softly from hidden fixtures tucked into the walls, casting everything in a soft golden glow that made the space feel impossibly intimate. floor to ceiling windows stretched across one side of the room, revealing the distant shimmer of seoul at night; city lights scattered like stars below.

the bed sat in the center of the room, oversized and impossibly plush, layered with crisp white sheets and too many pillows to count. sheer curtains framed it loosely, shifting gently whenever the air conditioning kicked on.

jimin didn't waste much time. he kicked off his dress shoes and undid his tie and suit buttons, before sitting on the edge of the bed, resting his weight on his palms as he spread his legs slightly and leaned back.

your face began to get hot again, feeling flustered under his gaze. you grabbed the bag and began taking out the lingerie. you neatly placed it onto a nearby loveseat and stood in front of him.

he licked his lips like he was thirsty for you, which only made your body flare up with heat once more.

you began lifting your dress inch by inch, revealing your legs, then your panties, your lower stomach, and so on. jimin's eyes followed each step of the way until the dress was fully off of you and tossed to the side.

you stood before him in just panties, a bra and your heels. ''I feel like the lingerie set is pointless now.'' he says, admiring you from the bed.

you smiled and looped your fingers through both sides of your panties and shimmed through them just enough until they fell to your ankles, spilling over your heels.

you put both hands behind your back and reached up to unclasp your bra. you stepped towards jimin and turned your back to him before sitting onto his lap. you heard him suck in a breath.

''undo this for me will you?''

he didn't say anything, but he gently moved your hair out of the way and began to unclip your bra. you felt the relief of the bra becoming loose and stood back to your original position.

you untangled yourself from the bra and tossed them to the side. you were now topless in front of him. he looked mesmerized, despite seeing you naked multiple times before.

you softly kicked off your heels and completely slid out of your panties, returning to the loveseat and dressing yourself up in the new lingerie set.

jimin still didn't say a word, he just watched carefully as everything held you together perfectly.

you spun around finally. ''how is it?''

jimin blinked then softly smiled, the corners of his lips tugging to form a grin, seemingly coming out of his trance.

"you look like a dream," jimin murmured, closing the distance between you finally. his fingers traced the intricate pattern of the lace along your hip, his touch feather light yet sending sparks of electricity through you. "even better than i imagined when i saw it at the store."

he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that started soft and exploratory but quickly deepened into something more demanding. his tongue swept against yours, tasting and claiming, as his hands roamed your back, mapping the curve of your spine. you responded eagerly, your own hands sliding up his chest to tangle in the soft hair at the nape of his neck.

the kiss broke, leaving you both breathless. jimin's lips trailed down your jaw, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin where your neck met your shoulder.

you tilted your head back, granting him better access as his hands found the clasp of your bra. in one s,ooth motion he unhooked it, letting the delicate garment fall away.

his eyes darkened as he took in the sight of your bare breasts. "perfect," he breathed, before lowering his head to take one peaked nipple into his mouth.

the wet heat of his tongue against your sensitive flesh made you gasp, your back arching instinctively. his free hand came up to cup your other breast, thumb circling the nipple until it was equally hardened.

"jimin," you groaned, your fingers tightening in his hair. the pleasure was exquisite, building a warmth low in your belly that spread through your entire body.

after several moments of his devoted attention, you gently pushed against his chest. "my turn," you whispered, your voice husky with desire.

a slow smile spread across jimin's face as he allowed you to guide him to sit back onto the edge of the bed. you knelt before him, making quick work of his dress pants and boxers. his erection sprang free, already glistening with precum at the tip.

you looked up at him through your lashes as you wrapped your fingers around his length, giving a few small strokes. his sharp intake of breath was all the encouragement you needed. you leaned forward, swirling your tongue around the head before taking him fully into your mouth.

"fuck," jimin breathed, his hands coming to rest on your head, fingers tangling in your hair as you began to move. you took your time, alternating between shallow bobs and taking him as deep as you could manage, your tongue tracing the vein on the underside of his shaft with each upward motion.

the room was filled with the wet sounds of your gagging and jimin's increasingly ragged breaths. you could feel his control slipping as his hips began to move in shallow thrusts, meeting your movements. one of his hands moved from your hair to cup your cheek, thumb stroking the skin there as he watched you through half lidded eyes.

"god, your mouth feels incredible," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. "so good."

you hummed around him, the vibrations making his entire body tense. you picked up the pace, one hand coming up to cup his balls as you continued to work him with your mouth. you could feel him getting closer, his thighs tensing, his breathing becoming more erratic.

"i'm close," he warned, his grip on your hair tightening slightly. "so close."

you pulled back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you looked up at him. jimin was panting, his chest heaving, his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath. you were teasing him. after a moment, he opened them, a lazy, satisfied smile spreading across his face.

"come here," he murmured, pulling you up onto his lap. his lips found yours in a deep kiss. ''you know i want more.'' you smiled against his mouth, your arms wrapping around his neck.

you were just leaning in for another kiss when both your phones buzzed simultaneously from the nightstand, breaking the spell of the moment.

you gave each other a knowing look. ''can't we just ignore it?'' jimin groaned, holding you tighter and closer to him.

''i'd love to but this freak already had kim killed somehow. do you want to risk something like that happening again for sex?''

he shut his eyes and groaned. he knew you were right.

you picked up your phone and stared at the message.

unknown number: private getaway?

your stomach dropped.

another buzz.

unknown number: rooftop moment was cute.

jimin went completely still beside you.

unknown number: sorry not so sorry to cockblock but it's time for task three.

you exhaled shakily. “god, i hate them.”

jimin muttered something under his breath that sounded significantly harsher.

buzz.

another message.

unknown number: don’t look so disappointed.

unknown number: i gave you a whole night first.

your skin crawled. jimin grabbed his own phone, reading faster now. angrier. “they’re enjoying this.”

buzz.

a photo loaded and your blood ran cold.

timestamped two minutes ago.

proof. proof they were close, way too close. jimin stood immediately and crossed to the door. he checked the peephole but nothing. the hallway was empty.

another buzz.

unknown number: task three is simple.

unknown number: go to room 1408.

your brows furrowed instantly. “what?”

another message arrived.

unknown number: alone.

of course, always alone. jimin laughed once. “absolutely not.”

buzz.

unknown number: i wasn’t asking him.

his jaw tightened.

another message.

unknown number: bring the promise ring.

the words made your stomach drop because they knew about that too. jimin looked at your hand immediately, then back at the screen. “okay,” he said quietly.

“i’m officially done being scared.” he spat out.

another buzz.

unknown number: don’t test me.

unknown number: you seem to keep involving people.

jimin looked furious now, genuinely furious. “we’re calling the detective.”

“jimin—”

“no.” he turned fully toward you. “kim is dead.” the words landed ugly. “i’m not gambling with this anymore.” another buzz interrupted him.

they were getting bold, and extremely comfortable. your hands felt colder immediately.

hesitantly, you pressed play. a female voice distorted through some type of voice changer began to fill the space.

“you know what the problem is?” static.

“you two keep pretending this is happening to you.” there were soft footsteps somewhere in the recording, teasing at the fact that they were somehow nearby. “it’s happening because of you.”

your stomach dropped.

“room 1408. don’t make me repeat myself.” the recording ended.

jimin ran a hand through his hair roughly. “we don’t split up,” he said finally. “if you go anywhere, i’m going.”

another buzz, like they’d heard him.

unknown number: he can wait outside.

there was one final message, one that made your stomach turn.

unknown number: unless you want another office to go dark tomorrow.

taglist: @willowpains @mikrokookiex @graydolan12 @ellawishess (comment/dm to be added)

[ustulia]

The way I go from stressed > comforted > stressed again

Super intrigued about the potential backstory with Kim, stalker and “him”. Because I have a feeling that it’s not necessarily about Jimin. Or I’m just over thinking things as per usual

[swanlakebaby]

seen | 02 - pjm

↴ synopsis:

for months, your relationship survived through hidden schedules, secrecy, and closed doors; until an unknown number begins sending texts that know far too much. private moments stop feeling private, paranoia turns into fear and when the messages become something darker, one terrifying truth becomes impossible to ignore: someone is watching.

→ pairing: bts!jimin x fem!reader

→ word count: 6.5k

→ tags: jimin x reader, park jimin fic, bts fanfic, psychological thriller, stalker au, dark fic, suspense fic, mystery fic, anonymous texts, secret relationship au, idol au, protective jimin, thriller romance, paranoia, stalking tw, tw harassment, tw threats, murder mystery, suspense, obsessive stalker, creepy vibes, hidden relationship, celebrity relationship au, unknown number, detective au, dark themes, angst, tension, chapter two, seen chapter two, seen fic, park jimin x reader, bts x reader, psychological suspense, thriller au, protective boyfriend jimin, tw stalking, tw death, tw murder, slow burn thriller, kissing, body worship, strip tease, lace, lingerie, blowjob, teasing, head, cock blocking, romance, soft bf jimin, bf jimin, protective jimin

→ a/n: im having tm fun writing this and adding visuals like notes, articles, pics, etc...can you tell? LOL

the room went quiet after the message. neither of you spoke. jimin stared at his phone for a long second, jaw tight enough to hurt. you couldn’t stop looking at the screen.

your stomach turned. jimin locked his phone first, then yours. his movements were calm and collected; the kind of calm that only happened when he was trying very hard not to spiral. “come on,” he said quietly. you blinked in confusion. “practice.”

“jimin...” you started.

“we’re not doing this here.” his voice softened immediately after. he reached for your hand without thinking. “we’ll figure it out.” the walk back to the practice room happened mostly in silence.

for the first time since you’d gotten here, the building felt unfamiliar. every passing face lingered too long in your head. staff members, security, employees walking by, even someone laughing down the hall made your ears perk up like a paranoid dog.

your chest tightened at every stranger, because if they knew this much, if they knew where you were, then it had to be someone closer than you thought.

practice resumed, or attempted to at the very least. jimin was off immediately and everyone noticed, it was hard not to. he missed counts, lost focus halfway through choreography and stood staring for too long during breaks. normally he was sharp and precise. today, he kept glancing toward you making sure you were still there, still okay.

taehyung noticed first. “you good?” jimin nodded too fast. “yeah.”

nobody believed him. you barely watched practice. your phone stayed face down in your lap, silent, which somehow felt worse. it was like waiting for thunder. by the end of the day, everyone looked exhausted, jimin especially. he barely said goodbye before finding you. “come with me,” he said quietly. “where?”

“meeting.”

your brows furrowed. “what meeting?” he hesitated. “manager set something up.” the car ride felt strange and quiet. the driver didn’t take the usual route toward his apartment. instead, seoul blurred unfamiliar outside the window. office buildings, narrow side streets and less people. eventually, the car slowed outside a plain building tucked between much larger towers.

“private entrance,” the driver explained. jimin looked over. “they wanted this kept quiet.” your stomach sank. inside, everything felt sterile. a woman in plain clothes waited near the elevator. “this way'' she said, guiding you and jimin somewhere unknown.. the private room upstairs looked more like a conference office than anything else.

inside waited a police officer and a detective.

your stomach dropped, because suddenly this wasn’t scary anymore. it was real. the detective stood first. he looked about mid-forties, composed to the point of intimidating. his hair was peppered with black and white, as was his beard. he was dressed plainly; a dark button up underneath a long coat, with his sleeves rolled just enough to show he’d been working too long.

“thank you for coming.” jimin sat close enough that your shoulders touched. protective now even when authorities are just a few feet away. the next hour blurred together. the conversation that ensued was full of questions, timelines, screenshots, phone numbers, and everything that made the dread in your stomach settle more.

the detective stayed mostly quiet while taking notes. until, “they’re escalating intentionally,” he said. you frowned. “what does that mean?''

“they wanted attention,” he explained calmly. “now they want control.'' your stomach twisted. “the language changed.” he tapped lightly against printed screenshots.

“as you can see, it started observational.”

be more careful who sees you.

“now it’s directive.”

act normal.

protect her better.

his expression darkened slightly. “games concern me, because games usually mean escalation.” the word landed heavy. jimin’s hand tightened slightly around yours. “what do we do?” he asked quietly.

the detective slid a card across the table with a direct number beside his official portfolio picture. “call immediately if anything changes.” the officer added, “don’t respond.”

“and if they request meetings?”

he paused for a moment. “absolutely not.”

you nodded. something uneasy settled in your chest because somehow you already knew that whoever this was wouldn’t make it that easy.

by evening, you finally got home. your apartment felt wrong now. you double checked locks without thinking, checked windows, then closed curtains, then repeated the process again until it felt just right.

dinner sat untouched for almost twenty minutes before you forced yourself to eat. your phone buzzed and the fork nearly slipped from your hand as your pulse spiked instantly.

three messages.

unknown number: that meeting was disappointing.

cold swept through you. another message,

unknown number: the detective seems nice.

your stomach dropped.

no, no way.

unknown number: police won’t help you.

your hands started shaking as yet another buzz vibrated against your palm.

unknown number: but congratulations.

pause, typing, pause, typing again. it was deliberate, like they knew you were watching and desperate for what were going to say next.

unknown number: you unlocked your first task.

your chest tightened painfully. another message arrived immediately.

unknown number: task one: obedience

you almost threw the phone down. instead, you stared. just then, an address appeared below. a side street in seoul with no explanation, just coordinates.

unknown number: there’s a note waiting for you.

your breathing turned uneven. the last message was calm and way too casual.

unknown number: don’t disappoint me.

unknown number: you have one hour.

this had to be some sick joke. right? your thumb hovered over jimin’s contact. call him, just call him. tell him everything and he will come over with police and i won't have to do this.

another buzz interrupted the thought.

unknown number: don’t.

your breathing slowed.

another message came immediately after.

unknown number: i know you’re thinking about calling him.

you looked around the apartment without meaning to. the kitchen, window, hallway. nothing. another buzz.

unknown number: if you call jimin, someone gets hurt.

your hand froze. another message.

unknown number: guess who?

your pulse spiked painfully. you typed without thinking.

you: leave him alone.

read instantly, three dots gone as fast as they came, then again, and finally.

unknown number: then listen.

the address sat beneath the message again, a random street tucked somewhere quieter in seoul.

unknown number: alone.

unknown number: no police.

unknown number: no jimin.

your throat tightened. then, another photo loaded. your stomach dropped; jimin. the same image from when all of this started.

unknown number: don’t make me go to lengths i don't want to go to just yet. this is just the first task.

silence stretched through the apartment. you grabbed your jacket and headed out of the door to this random location. the walk felt longer than it should’ve. every person passing made your pulse jump, every car slowing nearby, every shadow lingering too long.

you checked behind yourself more times than you could count but nothing looked strange, which somehow made everything feel worse. the address led to a quieter street tucked between older buildings.

dim lighting with long closed storefronts.

buzz.

unknown number: good.

you hated how quickly your stomach dropped everytime a message came through.

unknown number: left alley.

as you walked, something grabbed your eye. a folded note tucked beneath an old newspaper beside the wall. your chest tightened. for a second, you just stood there, then crouched slowly, hands colder than they should’ve been.

you unfolded it. the note featured messy handwriting that gradually got worse, like someone was rushed or possibly even angry.

your breath caught.

your stomach twisted because this sounded personal. another line stood out harder than the rest.

your pulse stopped for half a second.

chills crawled up your spine, you looked around immediately.

there was nothing but the alley entrance, rooftoops, filled dumpsters, and dark broken windows. no movement, nothing. but the feeling of being watched pressed harder suddenly. your breath picked up as you slowly turned again, checking corners and shadows that weren't there.

someone had to be here. close. they had to...

buzz.

you flinched hard enough to nearly drop the phone.

unknown number: stop looking.

your stomach dropped.

unknown number: you’re searching for answers where there aren’t any.

you froze because they knew. they knew exactly what you were doing. slowly and carefully, you turned once more. nothing, still nothing.

another buzz.

unknown number: keep the note.

unknown number: show it to the manager tomorrow.

your brows furrowed. what?

unknown number: watch carefully.

your pulse picked up. manager? which one? why?

unknown number: focus.

unknown number: don’t forget what happens when you stop listening.

by the time you got back to your apartment, your hands were shaking again. you locked the door and checked twice, then three times. your phone stayed silent for almost an hour, which somehow made your nerves worse. the note sat unfolded on your kitchen counter.

the messy handwriting and aggressive pressure marks in the paper kept flashing through your mind.

he really should’ve been here instead of you.

you hated that line most because it sounded bitter and personal, like whoever this was blamed him or blamed you for having him. your eyes flickered toward jimin’s contact again. you should call him.

the warning.

your stomach turned. instead, you settled for texting.

you: you home safe?

the response came almost immediately.

jimin: yeah. u okay?

jimin: u disappeared kinda fast.

guilt settled heavy in your chest. your thumbs hovered over the screen. you wanted to tell him everything. the address, the note, the threats.

you: just tired. long day.

typing bubble.

jimin: you sure?

before you could answer; buzz.

unknown number: lying already? disappointing.

your blood ran cold. another message.

unknown number: answer him.

you stared.

unknown number: but be careful what you say.

somehow they knew exactly what conversation was happening. another buzz.

unknown number: tomorrow morning.

unknown number: manager kim.

your brows pulled together. kim? there were multiple managers with the last name kim. another message arrived immediately.

unknown number: don’t pretend like you don’t know which one.

unknown number: show her the note.

your stomach dropped. her? why her?

another buzz.

unknown number: watch her face carefully.

the pause was long enough to make your chest tighten.

unknown number: everyone lies differently.

unknown number: sleep well.

unknown number: i’ll know if you don’t.

you’d spent half the night staring at the ceiling and the other half checking locks, checking windows and checking your phone. nothing came after the final message. your eyes drifted toward the folded note sitting on the kitchen counter, creased now and handled too many times.

manager kim.

you still weren’t entirely sure who they meant. but deep down you had a feeling, because there was only one kim who regularly hovered around both you and jimin.one who knew enough. schedules, apartments, practice times, private entrances.

your stomach twisted. no. that felt impossible. you got ready slower than usual, double checking the hallway outside your apartment before leaving.

you had found yourself studying everyone again. practice had already started by the time you arrived. music echoed through the room; jimin noticed you immediately. he crossed over during a break, concern already written all over his face. “you okay?”

you forced something close to a smile. “yeah.” he frowned instantly. “that sounded fake.” you almost laughed. almost. “just tired.” his eyes lingered on you, like he knew something was still wrong. “you slept?”

“kind of.”

he sighed softly. “come home with me tonight.” the offer came quiet. your chest tightened. “okay.” his shoulders relaxed slightly. “good.”

before he could say anything else, someone called him back to practice. he hesitated, then leaned down briefly. he planted a quick kiss against your forehead. “don’t disappear on me today.” guilt twisted sharply in your stomach because you already planned to.

about an hour later, during another break, you spotted her.

manager kim; clipboard in hand and walking through the hallway. your pulse immediately picked up. the folded note suddenly felt heavier in your pocket.

show her the note.

watch her face carefully.

you hated this. hated that you were listening. but if this led somewhere or if this helped end it you had to know. right?

“manager kim?”

she turned, expression softening slightly when she saw you. “hey. everything okay?” too normal. your throat tightened. “can i… ask you something?” her brows pulled together. “sure.” she stepped into one of the quieter hallways without question.

“what’s up?”

your fingers tightened around the folded paper. suddenly, you felt ridiculous. what if this was nothing? what if you looked insane? still, slowly, you held the note out. “i found this.” her expression shifted slightly. confusion. “found it where?”

“outside.” which was technically true. she unfolded it casually and started reading. for a second, nothing. then you saw it. small and quick, almost invisible. her expression froze just briefly. her jaw tightened, eyes lingering too long on one specific line.

he really should’ve been here instead of you.

then it was gone. she was completely normal again. “where exactly did you get this?”

“why?”

“because this is weird.” she gave a short laugh that didn’t quite land.“probably some obsessive fan.” your pulse ticked up. because wasn’t that exactly what everyone kept saying? her eyes flickered back to the note, then to you. “did anyone else see this?” the question landed wrong. something about it was too immediate.

“no,” you lied. her shoulders loosened slightly. “okay,” she said. “give it to me.” you hesitated. immediately something unreadable crossed her face. “for security,” she added quickly. “so we can handle it.”

your stomach twisted harder because..

watch her face carefully.

another thought hit suddenly.

everyone lies differently.

your phone buzzed. both of you looked down automatically.

unknown number: there it is.

you stopped breathing.

unknown number: did you catch that?

manager kim frowned slightly. “everything okay?” you looked up too fast, her expression was calm.

buzz.

unknown number: don’t hand her the note.

unknown number: she gets nervous when people start asking questions.

that evening felt heavier than usual. the kind of heavy that settled into your chest and stayed there. jimin decided it was best to go to your place instead.

he was still tired, still worried and still watching you too closely. the second he stepped into your apartment, he noticed something was off. you barely greeted him before pacing toward the kitchen. your phone sat face down on the counter. you ignored it for once. “okay,” jimin said carefully, setting his bag down. “what happened today?”

you laughed once, short andfrustrated.

“i don’t even know anymore.” he frowned immediately. you told him everything; manager kim, the note, the reaction, the weird shift in expression, the texts after.

every single detail. jimin listened quietly, really listened. barely interrupting. except the deeper you got into it the worse his expression became. “this is insane,” he muttered finally.

“i know.”

“and they knew about the note?”

“yes.”

“and the conversation?”

“yes.”

silence. you rubbed both hands over your face. “i’m tired, jimin.” your voice cracked unexpectedly. “i’m so tired.” he moved closer immediately. “hey.”

“no, seriously.” you stood too quickly. frustration finally spilling over. “i can’t do this anymore and it's only been a few days.” your chest tightened painfully. “i’m checking windows every five minutes, i’m scared to text people, scared to leave my apartment, scared to tell the truth, scared to lie.” you laughed again, more bitter this time. “and somehow i’m supposed to just keep acting normal?”

jimin stayed quiet letting you talk, letting you finally crack. “i feel trapped.” the words came quieter now. “like no matter what i do, they’re already ahead of me.” the silence stretched.

jimin stood and walked over slowly, hands resting gently against your arms. grounding you with a warmness you couldn't get from yourself. “okay,” he said softly.

“then we stop.”

you blinked. “what?”

“the game.” it was simple. “we stop giving them what they want.” your gaze flickered toward the phone. it was still dark and still silent. they were waiting. something inside you snapped.

you grabbed your phone and held the power button. completely off. jimin blinked. “…did you just...”

“turn yours off.” you pointed immediately. he hesitated. “what if—”

“turn it off.” firmer this time. he listened. there were two phones with dead silence. for the first time in days nothing buzzed, nothing interrupted and nothing watched through a screen.

you exhaled slowly, then suddenly started checking everything in your apartment. drawers, shelves, the smoke detector, behind frames, inside cabinets. jimin followed behind you, confused. “what are you doing?”

“looking.”

“for what?”

“hearing devices, cameras, something.” your movements turned frantic. “because there has to be something.” jimin gently touched your shoulder. “baby…”

“no,” you said quickly. “think about it.” you gestured wildly. “they know too much.” the apartment suddenly felt suspicious. every vent and every shadow. nothing felt private anymore. you checked beneath the coffee table, kitchen shelves, behind books.

you stood in the middle of the living room breathing hard and exhausted. you were fed up and angry, really angry. you looked around the apartment slowly. then toward absolutely nothing, the empty air. “can you hear me?”

jimin blinked. “uh…”

you ignored him and kept going, your voice sharper now. “if you’re listening...good.” silence. “i’m done.” you crossed your arms. “no more games.” nothing. “no more weird tasks, no more threats.” jimin looked deeply unsure where this was going. you kept talking anyway. “you don’t scare me.”

lie.

“but i’m done letting you force me into some paranoid mess.”

“you wanna watch?” you said bitterly. “cool.” a humorless laugh. “watch me stop caring.'' nothing happened. no buzz, no message, no interruption, just silence. real silence. for the first time in days.

eventually, dinner happened. bad takeout and mindless tv, like how it was before all of this mess started. jimin stayed longer than usual like he didn’t fully trust leaving you alone. by midnight, he stood near the door. “you sure you’ll be okay?” you nodded. “i think so.”

and weirdly, you almost meant it. because tonight felt more quiet, better even. like maybe finally you took control back. he kissed your forehead once. “call me if anything feels weird.”

you winced slightly. “…right.” he sighed. “okay. then survive till morning.” a tiny smile. you laughed quietly. “goodnight.”

“lock the door.”

“you sound eighty.”

“lock. the. door.”

you did the second he left. but the silence returned. you stood there for a second. then without thinking; turned your phone back on. instant regret.

buzz.

buzz.

buzzbuzzbuzzbuzzbuzz.

your stomach dropped. message after message flooded the screen. twenty-seven unread texts.

the first message:

unknown number: cute speech.

another.

unknown number: you really think ignoring me changes anything?

another.

unknown number: turning your phone off was rude.

unknown number: you looked stupid checking cabinets.

your breath caught because they’d seen that too.

another message.

unknown number: talking to empty air?

unknown number: i was disappointed in you tonight.

unknown number: punishments are important.

unknown number: task two.

an address appeared and your stomach twisted instantly. a parking lot.

unknown number: tomorrow...

unknown number: you’ll bring flowers and pretend you have no idea how this could have happened.

your brows furrowed. flowers? another message arrived and this time your blood ran cold; a news article screenshot.

you stopped breathing.

another buzz.

unknown number: manager kim won’t be needing that note anymore.

unknown number: i told you someone gets hurt when you stop listening.

the next morning felt wrong before you even stepped inside the building. news vans lined the curb outside hybe and reporters crowded behind temporary barriers, cameras pointed toward the entrance. staff moved faster than usual, heads down, security tighter.

the atmosphere had shifted. you pulled your hood up instinctively as you stepped through the private entrance. inside somehow felt worse; it was quiet in all the wrong ways. people whispered, conversations stopped too quickly and eyes lingered.

halfway down the hall, you spotted them. all seven of them clustered near one of the conference rooms. a detective stood nearby speaking quietly with management while another investigator scribbled notes.

your chest tightened at the sight of him. jimin's his eyes were red-rimmed and subtly swollen like he’d cried or tried very hard not to. he stood close to the members, hands shoved into his hoodie pocket, quieter than usual.

taehyung said something beside him but he barely reacted. just then, his eyes flickered up and found yours just for a second. something unreadable crossed his face; was it relief, exhaustion, hurt? you decided it was all three.

then someone beside him started talking again and the moment disappeared. you looked away first because suddenly everything felt heavier. manager kim was gone, actually gone.

the reality of that sat ugly in your chest. your feet moved before you thought much about it. down the hallway and past familiar doors until you stopped in front of manager kim’s office. it was dark and empty, her metal nameplate still hung onto the door. this felt wrong and intrusive but the thought lingered.

show her the note.

watch carefully.

you glanced once down the hallway. there was nobody watching for once. so slowly, you stepped inside. the room smelled untouched like the police hadn't yet been in here, or atleast didn't find anything of value.

your eyes drifted around slowly. bookshelf, folders and a cabinet. a regular office it seemed, and yet something felt off. after some digging around you crouched near one of the lower cabinets and pulled it open. it was mostly work related files, your eyes skimmed the area quickly until they landed on something. a small usb drive.

it was unlabeled and half-hidden behind paperwork. your brows furrowed. that's weird; if she was keeping it for the company, she would have labeled it.

you reached for it but then paused because tucked beneath it was a folded piece of paper. messy handwriting. your stomach dropped. you unfolded it carefully. there were only a few words crossed out repeatedly. rewritten, messy and shaking. it was nothing like anger but rather more like panic or stress.

it looked familiar, too familiar. the same slant, the same pressure and the same messy spacing like the alley note. without thinking you shoved both into your pocket. with one final look around the room you decided nothing else stuck out and your search was done.

i will miss you kim

you caught jimin between conversations and gently touched his arm. “can we talk?”

he looked tired, really tired, but nodded instantly. the second you were somewhere quieter you pulled out the usb drive. his brows pulled together. “what’s that?”

“found it in kim’s office.”

“…you what?”

“just trust me.” you explained quickly the note, the handwriting and the weird feeling. jimin looked uneasy immediately. “not here,” he said quietly.

“come with me.”

“where?”

“somewhere not compromised.”

the way he said it made your stomach turn because he must have believed it contained something important too.

the café sat tucked into a quieter neighborhood. it was a smaller cafe with warm lighting and private booths that didn't see much business in the evening, which was perfect.

you both sat in the corner with shared earbuds and the laptop between the two of you. you hesitated as you slid the usb into your laptop and impatiently waited as the usb drive loaded slowly. there were three files.

nothing stuck out at first. the first two were labeled file_01 and file_02 which contained random paperwork. jimin pointed at the screen towards one labeled: recording_04

you clicked it and a video of manager kim at her desk popped up. your stomach twisted instantly. she looked nervous. the camera was slightly shaky and her eyes were tired and red like she hadn't slept. she looked directly at the camera, her voice quieter than usual.

“if anyone finds this…” she swallowed hard. “…i don’t know if this means something happened already.” her hands shook slightly. “someone’s been blackmailing me.” both of you went still.

“i don’t know who they are.”

another shaky breath. “they have things. private things.” she looked down briefly. she seemed ashamed and terrified.

“they told me to write a note.” her voice cracked slightly. “these aren’t my thoughts.” she said quickly. “i don’t believe any of this.” your stomach dropped.

the note.

“i don’t have a choice.” then, the camera shifted. she started writing. the same handwriting with same pressure and the same shakiness. not anger, fear. jimin went still beside you. the room suddenly felt colder.

eventually she folded the note, slipped it into her purse. then left. the phone still recording mostly darkness and muffled movement now.

for the next six minutes, you and jimin listened to car sounds and breathing until a person; female, calm, sharp and most of all, unsettling, began to speak.

“you took long enough.”

both of you froze. no face, just a voice. kim sounded terrified. “i did what you asked.” there was an uncomfortable silence and then a laugh. the voice was quiet, almost amused. “good.”

the video then ended abruptly. you stared speechless at the laptop screen as the video went to black. jimin exhaled slowly. “okay.”

“that changes everything.”

“the note wasn’t hers,” you whispered.

“not really.” he nodded.

“the handwriting...”

“she was scared,” you finished quietly. silence stretched. your head hurt and everything felt messy now.

“what do we even do with this?” jimin answered immediately. “police.”

“we leave this to them.”

for once he sounded certain. you copied the file onto your laptop anyway; just in case. then called the detective. you have a brief conversation of what you and jimin had found and his tone changed immediately. “forward everything.”

you did.

“we’ll handle this.”

after hanging up, the exhaustion finally hit which jimin seemed to noticed immediately. his hand found yours under the table. gentle, like always. he let a few quiet moments pass before speaking.

“come away with me tonight.”

you blinked. “what?”

“just tonight.” he paused for a few moments. “somewhere private and away from all of this.”

the hotel sat just outside the city. it was quiet with a private entrance which meant no cameras or reporters.

for the first time in days you breathed easier. he led you to the roof for a nice private dinner. you couldn't help but feel like this moment should last forever. you deserved peace and so did jimin.

''did the steak come out to your liking?'' the chef asked, folding his hands together politely. you smiled softly. ''of course. you always know how to cook up a great meal.''

jimin chuckled as he nodded in agreement.

''oh, no.'' the chef said.

you furrowed your eyebrows. ''you're almost done with your wine miss, let me get you a new glass.'' he says, hurrying off to the kitchen.

''hey.'' jimin said softly, reaching forward and placing his hand over yours.

''I wanted this for two reasons. one, to get rid of that stalking freak for just a little bit, but also,'' jimin paused for a moment, sitting back in his chair. ''but also because i wanted to give you something.''

you tilt your head in confusion, when suddenly the chef comes back with your wine and a discreet black bag with white ribbon handles.

''you know I hate surprises.'' you said, the heat rising to your cheeks. ''I know, but when you tell me that I can't help but think you may secretly still enjoy them.'' he says, taking the bag from the chef.

jimin stands and begins walking towards the far side of the roof near the roof railing. ''I will leave you to it then, enjoy the wine and the gifts miss.'' the chef bows politely before heading back into the kitchen.

you follow behind him and stand in front of him at once. he turns to face you and hands you the bag. ''we're over here for a reason.'' he says with a whisper.

''i'm scared to see what you have under your sleeve.'' you hide a small smile as you undo the bag and reach inside. a thin sheet of paper covered whatever was inside and after manuring your hand around it you felt some sort of lace material.

you lower your eyes at jimin with a grin. ''really?'' you say between your teeth, already knowing what it might be.

''take it out.'' he says in response.

you slowly take out the lace material and adjust your eyes to see a baby pink lingerie bra. you look further into the bag and see matching panties to go along with it.

''and here i am stressed about a stalker turned murderer and you're planning lingerie surprises?'' you say playfully. ''it's not just that.'' he says, holding up a finger and digging in his suit pocket for something else.

the ring twinkles under the moonlight as he holds it upright. ''a promise ring.'' he says proudly.

''really?''

''of course. things have been so hard and I can tell, but I want to make a promise with you that no matter what, we'll stay together.''

you couldn't help but smile at this point. without saying anything you hold out your hand and allow him to slide the ring onto your finger. you wiggle your fingers and watch as the ring sparkles and glitters.

''i'd ask how much this was but i think the price alone would make all of the steak come back up'' you say with a laugh. jimin laughs softly as he places his hands on your hips gentle and pulls you in for a soft kiss.

you wrap your arms around his neck and stare up at him, savoring the moment and the promise ring. ''you know, i would love to see you try it on right about now.'' jimin says with a grin.

''really?'' you smirk. ''and perhaps I would really love to try it on for you right about now.''

with that, jimin took your hand and the bag and began leading the way back to the hotel room. as you passed through the kitchen you thanked the chef and his team for the dinner.

the hotel room was dim and romantic.

warm lighting spilled softly from hidden fixtures tucked into the walls, casting everything in a soft golden glow that made the space feel impossibly intimate. floor to ceiling windows stretched across one side of the room, revealing the distant shimmer of seoul at night; city lights scattered like stars below.

the bed sat in the center of the room, oversized and impossibly plush, layered with crisp white sheets and too many pillows to count. sheer curtains framed it loosely, shifting gently whenever the air conditioning kicked on.

jimin didn't waste much time. he kicked off his dress shoes and undid his tie and suit buttons, before sitting on the edge of the bed, resting his weight on his palms as he spread his legs slightly and leaned back.

your face began to get hot again, feeling flustered under his gaze. you grabbed the bag and began taking out the lingerie. you neatly placed it onto a nearby loveseat and stood in front of him.

he licked his lips like he was thirsty for you, which only made your body flare up with heat once more.

you began lifting your dress inch by inch, revealing your legs, then your panties, your lower stomach, and so on. jimin's eyes followed each step of the way until the dress was fully off of you and tossed to the side.

you stood before him in just panties, a bra and your heels. ''I feel like the lingerie set is pointless now.'' he says, admiring you from the bed.

you smiled and looped your fingers through both sides of your panties and shimmed through them just enough until they fell to your ankles, spilling over your heels.

you put both hands behind your back and reached up to unclasp your bra. you stepped towards jimin and turned your back to him before sitting onto his lap. you heard him suck in a breath.

''undo this for me will you?''

he didn't say anything, but he gently moved your hair out of the way and began to unclip your bra. you felt the relief of the bra becoming loose and stood back to your original position.

you untangled yourself from the bra and tossed them to the side. you were now topless in front of him. he looked mesmerized, despite seeing you naked multiple times before.

you softly kicked off your heels and completely slid out of your panties, returning to the loveseat and dressing yourself up in the new lingerie set.

jimin still didn't say a word, he just watched carefully as everything held you together perfectly.

you spun around finally. ''how is it?''

jimin blinked then softly smiled, the corners of his lips tugging to form a grin, seemingly coming out of his trance.

"you look like a dream," jimin murmured, closing the distance between you finally. his fingers traced the intricate pattern of the lace along your hip, his touch feather light yet sending sparks of electricity through you. "even better than i imagined when i saw it at the store."

he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that started soft and exploratory but quickly deepened into something more demanding. his tongue swept against yours, tasting and claiming, as his hands roamed your back, mapping the curve of your spine. you responded eagerly, your own hands sliding up his chest to tangle in the soft hair at the nape of his neck.

the kiss broke, leaving you both breathless. jimin's lips trailed down your jaw, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin where your neck met your shoulder.

you tilted your head back, granting him better access as his hands found the clasp of your bra. in one s,ooth motion he unhooked it, letting the delicate garment fall away.

his eyes darkened as he took in the sight of your bare breasts. "perfect," he breathed, before lowering his head to take one peaked nipple into his mouth.

the wet heat of his tongue against your sensitive flesh made you gasp, your back arching instinctively. his free hand came up to cup your other breast, thumb circling the nipple until it was equally hardened.

"jimin," you groaned, your fingers tightening in his hair. the pleasure was exquisite, building a warmth low in your belly that spread through your entire body.

after several moments of his devoted attention, you gently pushed against his chest. "my turn," you whispered, your voice husky with desire.

a slow smile spread across jimin's face as he allowed you to guide him to sit back onto the edge of the bed. you knelt before him, making quick work of his dress pants and boxers. his erection sprang free, already glistening with precum at the tip.

you looked up at him through your lashes as you wrapped your fingers around his length, giving a few small strokes. his sharp intake of breath was all the encouragement you needed. you leaned forward, swirling your tongue around the head before taking him fully into your mouth.

"fuck," jimin breathed, his hands coming to rest on your head, fingers tangling in your hair as you began to move. you took your time, alternating between shallow bobs and taking him as deep as you could manage, your tongue tracing the vein on the underside of his shaft with each upward motion.

the room was filled with the wet sounds of your gagging and jimin's increasingly ragged breaths. you could feel his control slipping as his hips began to move in shallow thrusts, meeting your movements. one of his hands moved from your hair to cup your cheek, thumb stroking the skin there as he watched you through half lidded eyes.

"god, your mouth feels incredible," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. "so good."

you hummed around him, the vibrations making his entire body tense. you picked up the pace, one hand coming up to cup his balls as you continued to work him with your mouth. you could feel him getting closer, his thighs tensing, his breathing becoming more erratic.

"i'm close," he warned, his grip on your hair tightening slightly. "so close."

you pulled back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you looked up at him. jimin was panting, his chest heaving, his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath. you were teasing him. after a moment, he opened them, a lazy, satisfied smile spreading across his face.

"come here," he murmured, pulling you up onto his lap. his lips found yours in a deep kiss. ''you know i want more.'' you smiled against his mouth, your arms wrapping around his neck.

you were just leaning in for another kiss when both your phones buzzed simultaneously from the nightstand, breaking the spell of the moment.

you gave each other a knowing look. ''can't we just ignore it?'' jimin groaned, holding you tighter and closer to him.

''i'd love to but this freak already had kim killed somehow. do you want to risk something like that happening again for sex?''

he shut his eyes and groaned. he knew you were right.

you picked up your phone and stared at the message.

unknown number: private getaway?

your stomach dropped.

another buzz.

unknown number: rooftop moment was cute.

jimin went completely still beside you.

unknown number: sorry not so sorry to cockblock but it's time for task three.

you exhaled shakily. “god, i hate them.”

jimin muttered something under his breath that sounded significantly harsher.

buzz.

another message.

unknown number: don’t look so disappointed.

unknown number: i gave you a whole night first.

your skin crawled. jimin grabbed his own phone, reading faster now. angrier. “they’re enjoying this.”

buzz.

a photo loaded and your blood ran cold.

timestamped two minutes ago.

proof. proof they were close, way too close. jimin stood immediately and crossed to the door. he checked the peephole but nothing. the hallway was empty.

another buzz.

unknown number: task three is simple.

unknown number: go to room 1408.

your brows furrowed instantly. “what?”

another message arrived.

unknown number: alone.

of course, always alone. jimin laughed once. “absolutely not.”

buzz.

unknown number: i wasn’t asking him.

his jaw tightened.

another message.

unknown number: bring the promise ring.

the words made your stomach drop because they knew about that too. jimin looked at your hand immediately, then back at the screen. “okay,” he said quietly.

“i’m officially done being scared.” he spat out.

another buzz.

unknown number: don’t test me.

unknown number: you seem to keep involving people.

jimin looked furious now, genuinely furious. “we’re calling the detective.”

“jimin—”

“no.” he turned fully toward you. “kim is dead.” the words landed ugly. “i’m not gambling with this anymore.” another buzz interrupted him.

they were getting bold, and extremely comfortable. your hands felt colder immediately.

hesitantly, you pressed play. a female voice distorted through some type of voice changer began to fill the space.

“you know what the problem is?” static.

“you two keep pretending this is happening to you.” there were soft footsteps somewhere in the recording, teasing at the fact that they were somehow nearby. “it’s happening because of you.”

your stomach dropped.

“room 1408. don’t make me repeat myself.” the recording ended.

jimin ran a hand through his hair roughly. “we don’t split up,” he said finally. “if you go anywhere, i’m going.”

another buzz, like they’d heard him.

unknown number: he can wait outside.

there was one final message, one that made your stomach turn.

unknown number: unless you want another office to go dark tomorrow.

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pretty.박지민 ・ pjm x f!reader ・ nsfw ・ not proof read wc 620 synopsis jimin looked too good at the amas and you couldn’t resist. content quickie, oral (m!receiving), kinda subby jimin, dirty talk

a/n wrote this right after watching the amas cus holy shit he looks so gorgeous i need him so bad

Jimin walked into the hotel room with his sweet singsong voice, greeting you with a kiss.

“Did you see? Artist of the year!” He said excitedly, leaning down to give you another charged kiss. Little did he know, you had been waiting all night. Ever since he stepped out of the hotel room, since you saw him on screen in that MJ-esque attire, winning an award he so deserved—it had your thighs clenching all night.

“I saw, Ji. I’m so proud of you.” You kissed the corner of his mouth before making your way down to his neck, and he quickly understood where this was going.

“Oh yeah?” You could hear the smirk in his voice without having to look up. You hummed against his skin, pulling away and seeing the red mark that started to adorn his skin.

“Can I show you?” You walked him back just a few steps until his back hit the wall behind him, then slowly lowered to your knees. He watched, eyes half lidded as you reached for his belt.

You pulled his pants down his thighs and reached for his length through his boxers. A moan escaped him, his head falling back against the wall. He was already half hard, and every touch you gave him rushed blood straight down his body.

“I have to meet the guys for a livestream.” He said, his voice breaking throughout. He didn’t want you to stop, but he knew he had places to be.

“I’ll have to make this quick then.” You tugged down his boxers and wrapped your hand around his girth. “You looked so good, so pretty on that stage.” That did something to him. Pretty.

Your hand that was slowly stroking him started to speed up as your tongue teased the head.

“Fuck—please,” he said, wanting more, needing more.

“Please what?”

“Your mouth,” a shameful moan followed as you finally wrapped your lips around him, and slowly started to bob your head.

You took him inch by inch, your tongue tracing in the process. His noises and fingers lightly gripping your hair only spurred you on. Your hand on him stroked what you couldn’t reach as you took him as deep as you could, before pulling back and swirling your tongue around the head.

“Even your dicks pretty, Ji.” You said sweetly, a breathy whimper coming from above you. “You like that?” You asked, looking up at the already wrecked blonde. His face was flushed, lips parted, desperate for whatever you’d give him.

“You like when I call you pretty?” You ask in a teasing tone while stroking him. After a particularly slow stroke he caved, throwing his head back with a groan before nodding frantically.

“Ah—mhm, yes—“ your hand started to speed up, sending him closer to his finish. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he said, words almost a whisper.

“Come for me, Jimin.” Your tongue traveling up and down, swirling and sucking combined with your hand wrapped tightly around him, he did just that—right in your mouth.

You swallowed all of it, Jimin could’ve came a second time just from that.

“‘M so proud of you, Jimin.” You said with a smile, rising up onto your feet and planting a sweet kiss on his plump lips, his chest heaving beneath your palms.

“I’ll take care of you when I get back.” He said with a telling smirk as he made himself decent. He didn’t have to tell you, you were already sure of it.

After he left you put on the live, growing impatient watching him act normal in front of his members and thousands of fans, like nothing had happened previously and nothing was about to happen when he returned.

© jeonkive

[ustulia]

Damn you were quick making this *cough* like y/n….

But also same. He was so pretty last night!

[swanlakebaby]

seen | 01 - PJM

↴ synopsis:

for months, your relationship survived through hidden schedules, secrecy, and closed doors; until an unknown number begins sending texts that know far too much. private moments stop feeling private, paranoia turns into fear and when the messages become something darker, one terrifying truth becomes impossible to ignore: someone is watching.

→ pairing: bts!jimin x fem!reader

→ word count: 6.7k

→ tags: jimin x reader, park jimin fic, bts fanfic, psychological thriller, stalker au, secret relationship au, idol au, protective jimin, dark fic, paranoia, unknown number, suspense fic, jimin imagine, seen fic, park jimin x reader, bts x reader, anonymous texts, mystery fic, slow burn thriller, stalking tw, hidden relationship, celebrity relationship au, reader insert, tw stalking, tw harassment, tw paranoia, tw threats, dark themes, chapter one, seen chapter one, smut, sex, quickie, kissing, making out, creampie, intense, body worship, love making, etc

→ a/n: I hopeee you enjoy reading this im excited to post thisss <3 I will try to release the second chapter soon!

your thumb hovered over the screen. was this a wrong number? spam? a prank even? you clicked the contact info again. no saved name, no profile picture. just an unfamiliar number.

before you could think too hard about it, your phone buzzed again.

unknown number: you should really be more careful about who sees you

your brows furrowed.

you: who is this?

the typing bubble appeared almost instantly, then disappeared. a strange irritation mixed with unease settled into your stomach. finally,

unknown number: i know more than you think

you scoffed under your breath, locking your phone. okay weirdo. people had too much time on their hands. still, the message sat wrong with you. your eyes flickered toward the darkened window across the room. the city lights reflected against the glass, turning it into more of a mirror than a view outside. your own reflection stared back.

nothing unusual.

you shook the feeling off and headed toward the kitchen, grabbing the water bottle you'd abandoned hours ago.

buzz.

your stomach dropped before you even looked. that was stupid, it was just a text. you unlocked your phone.

unknown number: don’t ignore me. it’s rude.

a pause; another message.

unknown number: especially after he just left.

your hand froze and the apartment suddenly felt too quiet, too still. without thinking, you moved toward the window, fingers trembling slightly as you pulled the curtain aside. the street below looked normal. cars, street lights, locals walking, nothing...out of place. but your chest tightened anyway, because jimin had just left, less than twenty minutes ago, and nobody was supposed to know he’d been here. you typed fast this time.

you: who the hell is this?!

the response came immediately.

unknown number: panic looks good on you

this was stupid. you tossed your phone onto the couch and rubbed your temples. it must be some troll who somehow got your information. right?

still, you softly walked to your front door and checked the lock.

stupid.

you knew it was stupid. you knew whoever this was was probably getting exactly what they wanted out of you, but your feet moved anyway. crossing the apartment faster than you meant to, you reached for the window handle.

locked too. still, you checked twice. the city stretched beneath you, twenty floors down. impossible for anyone to actually get up here. you let the curtain fall shut harder than necessary. you picked up your phone and sighed.

another buzz. you nearly dropped your phone.

unknown number: good

the color drained from your face and your eyes snapped toward the window again. slowly, carefully, you stepped back.

absolutely not, there was no way, they couldn’t actually see you. your gaze flickered across the apartment, suddenly hyperaware of every shadow, every dark corner, every tiny sound the building made. the television reflected faintly against the blank screen in the living room, the hallway to your bedroom looked darker than usual. you hated that your pulse had started racing.

you: what do you want?

three dots appeared immediately. you stared hard enough at the screen to make your eyes hurt.

unknown number: for you to stop being careless.

you: you’re creepy, goodbye.

a response came so quickly it almost felt rehearsed.

unknown number: you let him leave through the front entrance

your stomach twisted.

no.

no, no. that wasn’t public. nobody knew jimin came here, nobody. the relationship had stayed hidden for months, painfully hidden in fact. private entrances, disguised schedules, strict staff, NDAS and barely any public outings, even friends knew almost nothing.

so how.. your mind immediately jumped somewhere ugly.

staff. someone from the company? paparazzi? but if it was paparazzi, why not sell the story? why text you?

buzz.

unknown number: thinking too hard.

you stopped breathing for a second, then another message.

unknown number: don’t start asking questions tomorrow.

your heartbeat thudded painfully against your ribs.

you: what are you talking about?

seen, but no response. the silence somehow felt worse. you swallowed hard and opened your contacts.

jimin ❤️

your thumb hovered over the call button. you should tell him, obviously, you should tell him. except, what if it was nothing? what if this was some bored creep fishing for a reaction? jimin already had enough to deal with. rehearsals, schedules and constant scrutiny. the last thing he needed was you spiraling over weird texts that might turn out to be some pathetic prank.

still… your eyes drifted toward the window.

good.

your stomach sank. you walked to the kitchen for water again, mostly to give yourself something normal to do, something grounding.

but halfway there;

buzz.

you looked immediately and regretted it instantly, because this time there was an image attached. your fingers suddenly felt numb as it loaded.

timestamped twenty three minutes ago. and there, unmistakably, jimin. head lowered, hands shoved in his pockets as he left your building. standing just a few feet behind him; you.

a message followed.

unknown number: you should really stop pretending this is private.

the next morning came too quickly. sleep had barely found you.

every creak in the apartment had sounded deliberate. every passing car downstairs had made your chest tighten. at some point around four in the morning, exhaustion won over paranoia, though not by much.

the messages had stopped, which somehow made it worse. you checked your phone the second your eyes opened. nothing.

no missed calls, no new texts. just silence. the unknown number sat at the top of your messages like something waiting. watching even. you almost blocked them three separate times while getting ready, but stopped yourself every time.

what if they texted again? what if they got angry if you blocked them?

what if.. you hated that you were already changing your behavior because of some stranger. by late morning, you found yourself sitting in the backseat of a car heading toward the hybe building. normally, seeing jimin during practice relaxed you. it was routine and familiar.

safe.

today, your knee bounced the entire ride. you checked the side mirrors too often, looked over your shoulder when people passed too close and kept glancing at your phone even though there was still nothing. the silence felt intentional now, like they knew it would drive you mad.

the moment you stepped inside the building, the familiar buzz of staff moving through hallways should’ve eased something in you. instead, it only made you more aware.

more people, more eyes. you caught yourself studying their faces.

security staff.

stylists.

employees walking past.

wondering; did you know? was it someone here?

“you okay?”

you nearly jumped out of your skin. jimin stood beside you, concern flickering across his face. his practice clothes hung loosely against him, hair slightly damp already despite barely starting. “yeah,” you answered too fast. his brows pulled together. “you sure?”

“just didn’t sleep much.” it wasn’t technically a lie. he didn’t look fully convinced, but practice was already starting again before he could push. “stay?” he asked quietly, his fingers lingering towards yours softly but not fully giving in to holding your hand.

you nodded. “yeah.” the smile he gave you usually made things lighter, but today, it only came with guilt because you almost told him, almost reached for your phone and showed him everything, but the image of last night resurfaced immediately.

the photo.

the texts.

''you should really stop pretending this is private.''

his career flashed through your mind. the headlines, speculations, panic, nonstop stress. he already carried enough weight on his shoulders, you at least could handle this by yourself.

probably.

during a short break, you found bts’ manager near the hallway outside the practice room. she noticed your expression almost instantly “everything okay?” the concern in her voice made something loosen in your chest.

you hesitated. then quietly, “can i ask you something?” ten minutes later, you sat across from her in one of the empty offices, phone in hand.

you explained everything; the texts, the photo, the comments about jimin leaving. you skipped over how badly it had actually scared you but she noticed anyway. her expression shifted from confusion to concern halfway through. “okay,” she said carefully, holding a hand out. “let me see the number.” you handed over your phone. she read through the messages silently. her mouth tightened slightly at the photo.

“first,” she said, calmer than you expected, “don’t panic.” easy for her to say. “people send weird things all the time,” she continued. “especially when idols are involved. sasaengs, trolls, people fishing for reactions.”

“but they knew...”

“i know,” she interrupted gently. “and i’m not saying ignore it.” she handed the phone back. “send me the number. i’ll have security look into it and see where it’s pinging from.” you blinked. “really?”

“of course.” she offered a reassuring smile. “that’s what they’re there for. we not only want to protect jimin, but you as well.” you exhaled slowly, realizing you’d been holding tension in your shoulders for hours. “for now,” she added, “try not to think too much into it, okay? don’t answer if they text again. let us handle it.”

some of the tightness in your chest eased. people who actually dealt with things like this were here to save the day. maybe it really was just some obsessive fan. maybe by tomorrow, they’d have answers.

by evening, jimin was finally done. the ride back to his place felt quieter than usual. your leg bounced absentmindedly in the passenger seat and you checked the rearview mirror twice. then again.

“hey.” his voice pulled you out of it. you looked over, but he was already watching you. “you’ve been acting weird lately.”

your stomach sank. “weird?” he nodded once, expression softening. “quiet.” a pause. “jumpy.” you forced a small laugh. “i told you. i didn’t sleep.”

“that all?” his voice lowered, like he already knew there was more.

for a second, you almost told him again, almost said someone’s been watching us, almost handed over the phone. but then you imagined the immediate fallout.

you looked out the window instead. “just stressed,” you said quietly. silence, then his hand reached over, resting lightly against your knee.

warm and steady. “you know you can tell me things, right?” guilt settled heavy in your chest. “i know.” outside, the city blurred past the window. your phone stayed silent in your pocket.

for the first time all day, that scared you more than the texts.

by the time you got to jimin’s place, the sky outside had turned dark. the familiar warmth of his apartment usually settled your nerves the second you stepped inside. tonight, it only softened the edges, barely.

dinner had been quiet. not awkward, never awkward, but quieter than usual. he talked about practice, a mistake one of the members kept making during choreography that had everyone laughing and something namjoon said earlier that sent half the room into chaos.

normally, you’d tease him, laugh, lean into the easy comfort of it all. instead, you caught yourself checking the reflection in the kitchen window, your phone, the hallway. but still nothing. no texts or calls, just waiting.

after dinner, you showered mostly because jimin gently insisted. “you look exhausted,” he’d said, brushing damp hair away from your face. “how about a hot shower?” you’d rolled your eyes, but listened anyway.

now, freshly changed into one of his hoodies, you sat curled up on the couch with a blanket draped over your legs. the television played something neither of you were really watching during dinner.

your phone sat face down on the coffee table. still, silent.

your gaze drifted toward the large windows overlooking the city. too dark to see much outside except mostly reflections. you hated reflections tonight. movement suddenly shifted behind you.

before you could process it, warm hands brushed lightly against your shoulders. you jumped so hard your breath caught. a sharp sound escaped you. jimin immediately pulled back.

“hey...” your chest heaved once. his expression changed instantly. “you seriously scared me,” you muttered too quickly. his brows pulled together, because that reaction had been too much, way too much. he stood there for a second before slowly walking around the couch, then sat beside you, close enough that your knees touched.

“okay.” his voice was calm. “what’s going on?”

you looked away. “nothing.”

“don’t do that. you’ve been weird all day.” your stomach tightened. “i’m just tired.” “you almost jumped out of your skin because i touched your shoulder.” silence.

the tv kept playing in the background, something meaningless neither of you paid attention to. jimin leaned back slightly, studying your face. “did something happen?” his voice softened. “did someone say something to you?”

you shook your head too quickly. “then what is it?” because he looked genuinely worried now. “you’ve barely slept. you keep checking over your shoulder. you’ve looked terrified every five minutes since this morning.” your throat tightened. you hated this.

hated that he noticed, hated that he cared enough to notice. “i just…” you stopped. because what were you supposed to say?

hey, someone’s stalking us and knows about our relationship?

your chest tightened again. “nothing,” you said quietly. “seriously.”

he exhaled through his nose and looked away for a second, then back at you. “you know what’s frustrating?” your eyes lifted. “when i can tell something’s wrong and you won’t let me help.” the guilt hit immediately. “jimin..”

“i care about you.” the words came softer now. “a lot.” his hand moved absently over yours where it rested against the blanket. “so yeah,” he continued quietly, “when you’re sitting here looking like something’s eating you alive and pretending everything’s fine…” he shook his head once. “i’m gonna worry.”

your chest hurt a little at that because you knew he meant it. you looked down at your intertwined hands. “i just didn’t wanna stress you out.” he frowned slightly. “you really think i’d rather watch you struggle by yourself?” silence stretched. “i’m serious,” he said quietly. “whatever it is.” his thumb brushed gently against your hand.

“you don’t have to carry things alone.” your eyes burned unexpectedly. “come here.” before you could protest, he gently pulled you against him. for the first time all day, your shoulders loosened slightly. his chin rested lightly against the top of your head.

“you scare me when you shut me out,” he admitted quietly.

“sorry.”

“don’t apologize.” he tilted your chin up just enough to look at you. “just trust me a little more.” the softness in his expression made something ache. your gaze flickered to his lips for half a second before looking away. apparently not fast enough because his mouth twitched slightly.

“there you are,” he murmured. “what?”

“you stopped looking terrified for five seconds.” you huffed out a quiet laugh. his hand lingered lightly against your cheek. “missed this today,” he said softly. you didn’t realize how close he’d gotten until your breath caught slightly. “missed you.” something in your chest melted a little.

you leaned forward before thinking too hard about it and his lips met yours easily. his hand slipped gently to the back of your neck, keeping you close as the kiss deepened slightly. the familiar comfort of being close enough to hear his quiet laugh when you finally relaxed against him.

“there,” he murmured softly against your forehead. “that’s better.”

his hands didn't leave you. one remained a warm, steady weight at the nape of your neck, fingers carding through the still damp strands of your hair, while the other traced a slow, deliberate path down your spine.

the path was familiar, a map he’d memorized, but tonight it felt different. each pass of his palm sent a shiver that had nothing to do with cold and everything to do with the slow, deliberate way he was erasing the fear that had clung to you all day.

you shifted, turning more fully into him on the couch, your knees bumping his. the blanket pooled around your waists, a forgotten tangle of fleece. his hoodie, his scent, the solid warmth of him, it was a fortress.

the silent phone on the table was just an object. here, there was only the soft light from the television flickering across his face and the intensity in his eyes as he pulled back just enough to look at you.

"jimin," you breathed, the name a quiet surrender. it was an apology and an invitation all at once.

he understood, he always did. his gaze dropped to your mouth, and the kiss that followed was nothing like the first one. the first had been a comfort, a reassurance. it was deeper, slower, his lips parting yours with a gentle insistence that stole the air from your lungs.

his tongue swept against yours, and the last of the tension in your shoulders finally, completely, gave way. you melted into him, your hands sliding up his chest to curl into the soft cotton of his shirt, holding on as if he were the only solid thing in a world that had felt unsteady all day.

he made a low sound in his throat, a hum of approval that vibrated through you. his hands grew bolder. the one on your back slipped lower, pressing you against him until there was no space left between your bodies. you could feel the hard lines of his chest, the steady beat of his heart against your own frantic rhythm. his other hand slid from your neck down your shoulder, his thumb hooking into the collar of the hoodie you wore; his hoodie.

he broke the kiss, his lips hovering just over yours, his breathing as ragged as your own. "this," he murmured, his voice a low, husky whisper that sent a jolt straight to your core. "is what i wanted all day." his fingers tightened on the collar, tugging it gently to the side, exposing the sensitive skin of your shoulder. his mouth followed the path, hot and open, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. "not the quiet dinner, not the tv." another kiss, higher, on the side of your neck. "this; just you."

your head fell back, a soft sigh escaping you as his teeth scraped lightly against your pulse point. your hips shifted instinctively, seeking friction, and you felt him, hard and ready, pressing against you through the layers of clothing. the realization sent a fresh wave of heat through you, a liquid warmth that pooled low in your belly.

"jimin," you said again, his name a plea this time.

he responded by lifting you, his hands gripping your waist as he effortlessly maneuvered you until you were straddling his lap. the new position was intoxicating. you were taller than him now, looking down into his dark, hungry eyes.

his hands roamed freely now, sliding from your waist up your sides, his thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts through the soft fabric of the hoodie. you arched into his touch.

his hands found the hem of the hoodie and paused, his eyes searching yours. you answered by raising your arms, granting him permission. he peeled the fabric away from your body, his knuckles brushing against your skin. the cool air of the apartment hit your bare skin, raising goosebumps, but it was nothing compared to the heat in his gaze as he looked at you.

"so beautiful," he breathed, the words raw and honest. he leaned forward, his hands coming up to cup your breasts, his thumbs circling your nipples until they pebbled up. you gasped, your hands flying to his shoulders to steady yourself. he took one into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the peak before he sucked, gently at first, then harder. a sharp, pleasure pain shot through you, and you cried out, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

he lavished the same attention on the other side, his hands never still, mapping your body, relearning every curve as if it were the first time. his touch was both worship and possession, and you were lost in it, in him.

the world outside this couch, this apartment, and the fear of those texts had ceased to exist. there was only the wet heat of his mouth, the sure pressure of his hands, the growing ache between your legs.

you needed more.

your own hands began their own exploration, sliding down his chest to the hem of his shirt. you tugged it upward, and he broke away just long enough to pull it over his head, tossing it aside to join your hoodie on the floor. the sight of his bare chest, toned and smooth, made your mouth water.

you leaned down, pressing open mouthed kisses along his shoulder, tasting the salt of his skin. he shivered, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you down harder against his erection.

the friction was intense, a delicious tease that wasn't nearly enough. "jimin, please," you begged, rocking against him. "use your words," he demanded, his voice thick with desire, his eyes dark with a primal need that made your stomach clench. "you," you gasped. "all of you, please."

that was all the words he needed. with a strength that still took your breath away, he stood, lifting you with him. your legs wrapped instinctively around his waist as he carried you from the living room, his lips never leaving yours. he navigated the short hallway to his bedroom with practiced ease, kicking the door shut behind him.

the room was dark, except for the sliver of city light filtering through the blinds. he laid you down on his bed, the cool sheets a shock against your overheated skin. he followed you down, settling over you, his weight like a protective blanket.

his hands went to the button of your jeans, his fingers deftly undoing it before sliding the zipper down. he hooked his fingers into the waistband and tugged, pulling the shorts and your underwear down your legs in one smooth motion until you were completely bare before him.

he stood for a moment, just looking at you, his chest rising and falling with his harsh breaths. the raw hunger in his eyes made you feel powerful and wanted. he quickly shed his own pants and boxers, and then he was back over you, his body a perfect, heavy blanket of warm skin and muscle.

he kissed you again, deep and slow, as one hand slid down your body, his fingers tracing a path through your wet folds. you moaned into his mouth, your hips lifting off the bed, silently begging for more. he found your clit, circling it with a feather light touch that was almost torture. you whimpered, trying to force his hand to give you the pressure you craved, but he was in control.

"look at me," he commanded softly, and you forced your eyes open to meet his. "i've got you, i'm right here." and as he said the words, he slid one long finger inside you, then another, his thumb finally pressing down on your clit in a firm, circular rhythm.

the dual sensation was overwhelming. your back arched, a whimper tearing from your throat as pleasure, sharp and blinding, shot through you. he set a steady pace, his fingers pumping in and out of you, his thumb working its magic, building the tension higher and higher until you were quivering.

"that's it," he coaxed, his voice a low growl against your ear. "let go. let me feel you."

the tumble of pleasure in your belly snapped, and you came with a sharp cry, your body convulsing around his now wet fingers as waves of ecstasy washed over you. he didn't stop, drawing out your orgasm until you were completely drained.

only then did he withdraw his fingers, positioning himself between your legs. he looked down at you. he lined himself up with your entrance, pausing for a heartbeat, his eyes locked on yours. and then, with one slow, deep thrust, he was inside you.

the feeling was everything you needed. the fullness, the stretch, the intimate connection; it was everything. he began to move, his pace unhurried, his strokes long and deep. you wrapped your legs around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust, your bodies moving together in a rhythm as old as time.

the kiss was messy, desperate, a clash of tongues and teeth. his hands were everywhere, gripping your hips, tangled in your hair, holding you close. the sounds of your lovemaking filled the quiet room, the slap of skin against skin, your soft cries, his low grunts of pleasure. it was raw and primal and utterly perfect.

you could feel another orgasm building, this one deeper, more intense. "jimin," you gasped, your nails raking down his back. "i'm close."

"cum with me," he growled, his pace quickening and his words were a lit match to gasoline. the rhythm he'd so carefully maintained shattered into something wilder, more desperate. his hips snapped against yours, each thrust harder, deeper, driving the breath from your lungs in ragged pants.

"jimin, jimin, jimin," you chanted his name like a prayer, your voice breaking on a sob of pleasure. your nails dug into the smooth skin of his back, leaving crescent moons as you tried to anchor yourself against the tidal wave of sensation.

he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hot, damp breath fanning across your skin. you could feel the tension in every line of his body, the corded muscles in his arms and back straining with the effort of holding back, of waiting for you. "look at me," he commanded again, his voice a raw, guttural sound against your ear. "i want to see you."

it took every ounce of strength you had, but you forced your heavy eyelids open. his face was above yours, his brow furrowed in concentration, his lips parted, his eyes dark and burning with an intensity that seared you to your soul.

in that moment, you saw everything. the worry from earlier, the relief of having you back in his arms, the overwhelming love, and the raw, primal need that was consuming him both.

the world splintered. a white hot flash of pleasure erupted from your core, radiating outwards in a blinding wave that stole your sight and your breath. your entire body convulsed, a powerful, shuddering orgasm ripping through you with a force that left you trembling and crying out his name.

your inner walls clenched around him, a rhythmic, pulsing grip that pulled a deep, guttural groan from his chest.

"that's it, baby, that's it," he praised, his voice strained as he rode out your climax. he thrust into you once, twice more, his control finally snapping. with a hoarse cry of your name, he buried himself deep inside you, his body stiffening as he found his own release.

you felt the hot pulse of his climax as he poured himself into you, a final, intimate connection that left you both breathless.

for a long moment, the only sound in the room was your combined, ragged breathing, the frantic thrum of your heartbeats gradually slowing into a more practiced rhythm.

he collapsed against you, his full weight pressing you into the mattress, but you didn't mind. you welcomed it, wrapped your arms tighter around him, and held on.

he stayed inside you as he softened, neither of you willing to break the connection just yet. you pressed soft, open mouthed kisses to his shoulder, tasting the salt of his sweat, feeling the fine tremors that still ran through his body.

he shifted slightly, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at you, his hair a sweaty, disheveled mess falling into his eyes. he'd never looked more beautiful.

"hi," he whispered, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his lips. a watery laugh escaped you. "hi yourself." he gently brushed a stray strand of hair away from your forehead, his touch infinitely tender. "you okay now?"

you nodded, your throat too tight to speak. the fear, the anxiety, the suffocating weight of the secret you'd been carrying; it was all gone.

he seemed to understand. he leaned down and kissed you, a soft, gentle kiss that was a stark contrast to the frantic passion from moments before. it was a kiss of comfort, of reassurance, of 'i've got you.'

as you marinated in the silence, jimin's warm body still pressed against you, a gentle buzz came from the living room. ''it's my phone'' you said, poking Jimin's face as you sat up. ''let me go grab it.''

jimin whined, holding onto your wrist. ''really, during aftercare? all men are the same.'' jimin said with a playful chuckle. ''it'll take two seconds.'' you reassured him, quickly making your way to the living room.

the apartment felt strangely quiet again the second you stepped away from him, too quiet. the warmth from moments ago still lingered against your skin, grounding you enough that, for the first time all day you almost felt normal.

almost.

your phone buzzed again against the coffee table before you could reach it. your stomach tightened. fuck.

something cold settled low in your chest because nobody really texted you this late, not anymore. not after everyone knew you were usually with jimin. you picked up the phone and your breath stopped.

three new messages.

the room suddenly felt smaller.

unknown number: finally.

your fingers went numb as another message loaded.

unknown number: you look much better when you stop worrying.

your stomach dropped so hard it almost hurt.

no, no.

your eyes drifted toward the dark windows stretching across the living room.

another buzz.

you physically flinched.

unknown number: he’s good at calming you down.

your heartbeat turned uneven as you stared at the screen, then at the window, then back. a sick feeling crawled up your spine because there was only one explanation for that; they knew what happened after you got home, they knew you’d been paranoid.

they knew...

your chest tightened painfully. you looked toward the hallway leading back to jimin’s room. say something, tell him. now.

buzz.

unknown number: don’t.

you froze. another message appeared immediately.

unknown number: i liked your evening better when it was just the two of you.

your mouth went dry. then, another text.

unknown number: go back to him. act normal.

footsteps sounded faintly from down the hall. “baby?” jimin’s voice. “you getting kidnapped by your phone out there?” your hand trembled slightly around it.

you looked down.

unknown number: smile before you walk back in.

you swallowed hard, because somehow that felt less like a suggestion and more like proof they could see you.

the next morning felt heavier, like something had shifted overnight once again. you barely slept, of course. every time your eyes closed, your mind replayed the messages.

you look much better when you stop worrying.

go back to him. act normal.

and even worse;

smile before you walk back in.

because they’d known, not guessed. known.

which meant one thing you still couldn’t make yourself fully accept; they were close, very close. you caught yourself checking windows before leaving jimin’s apartment. the parking garage, the mirrors in the elevator, faces lingering too long, phones pointed in your direction.

nothing looked wrong and yet everything looked wrong.

jimin noticed, of course. he always did. “you sure you’re okay?” he asked quietly during the drive. you forced a nod. “just tired again.” his expression said he didn’t buy it.

but practice started early, and neither of you had the energy for another conversation that danced around what you refused to tell him. by the time you reached the hybe building, your nerves sat painfully close to the surface. you settled into your usual spot watching practice.

music echoed through the room and the members joked between runs. jimin caught your eye once, offering a small smile that normally settled something in you. today, your phone stayed clenched in your hand.

silent.

about an hour in, the door opened and bts’ manager stepped inside. her expression immediately made your stomach drop. this was going to be serious, not the calm reassurance from yesterday.

she glanced toward you. “can i talk to you for a minute?” something cold settled in the center of your chest.

you stood immediately. the walk to her office felt too quiet. once the door shut behind you, she didn’t sit right away, which somehow made things worse. she placed a folder on her desk and crossed her arms then sighed. “okay,” she said carefully. “i’m not gonna sugarcoat this.”

your pulse picked up. “we looked into the number.”

an excruciatingly tense pause passed by slowly.

“it’s fake.” your stomach dropped. “fake?”

she nodded once. “burner routing and some sort of masked signal. whoever’s doing this knows how to cover their tracks.” the room suddenly felt too warm. “so you couldn’t find anything?”

“not yet.” not yet, not can’t. but still, her expression stayed tight. “this doesn’t look like random fan behavior anymore.” the words landed hard. “especially because of the timing,” she continued. “the photo, the details.”

you thought of last night instantly.

smile before you walk back in.

your throat tightened and the manager noticed immediately. “what?'' you looked away and hesitated. then quietly; “they texted again.” her posture straightened. “when?”

“last night.”

“what’d they say?” you unlocked your phone. your hands felt colder than they should. you handed the phone over. silence stretched as she read. once, then again. her jaw tightened.

especially as her eyes skimmed over; he’s good at calming you down.

she looked up slowly. “you were with jimin?” you nodded. “at his apartment.” “did anyone know?”

“no.”

“anyone at all?”

you thought. “no one.” her expression darkened slightly. “okay.”

the way she said it made your stomach twist. she was panicked, she displayed calculated concern, profressional concern. the kind that meant this had official crossed into dangerous territory.

she set your phone down carefully. “i’m escalating this.” your chest tightened. “what does that mean?”

“it means security’s involved already,” she said. “now I’m getting police involved too.” police. the word made everything feel suddenly real. “i also think we need to increase security around you.” you blinked. “me?”

“yes, you.” her tone softened slightly. “they’re focused on you. not him.” that somehow scared you more. “they’re watching your movements,” she continued. “tracking where you go. they know private details.”

a pause.

“which means either someone’s physically following you…” your stomach sank. “…or someone close to the situation knows more than they should.” your mind immediately spiraled. “listen to me,” she said, voice firmer now. “i need you to take this seriously.”

“I am.”

“no,” she said gently. “i mean very seriously.” that made you pause.

“do not go anywhere alone.” your pulse ticked up. “if they message again, don’t engage.” she slid a small business card across the desk. a direct number; security.

“call immediately if anything feels off.” then,“I think you should tell jimin.” the words came fast. “no.” Her brows lifted. “he’ll freak out.”

“he deserves to know.”

“he already stresses enough.”

“he cares about you.” she says softly. you looked down, because that was exactly the problem. she sighed quietly. “i’m not forcing you,” she said. “but secrets get dangerous in situations like this.” before you could respond a knock hit the office door, then opened before either of you answered. jimin; slightly sweaty, practice shirt sticking to him and concern already written across his face.

his eyes moved between both of you. “okay…” he looked at you first. “why does this feel serious?” the manager looked at you, waiting and giving you the choice. jimin frowned slightly.

“what’s going on?”

the room went quiet and your stomach dropped. because the way he was looking at you; confused, concerned, already worried, made you feel uneasy.

you looked at the manager but she didn’t say anything, just gave a small nod. your choice. your chest tightened. “can we…” your voice came out quieter than expected. “can we talk somewhere?” jimin’s expression shifted immediately more serious.

“yeah. of course.” he looked between you and the manager once more.“is everything okay?” you forced something close to a nod. “just… come with me.” the walk back to one of the smaller lounge rooms felt painfully long. jimin stayed close the entire time.

concern practically radiating off him now. the second the door shut behind you, he turned fully toward you. “okay,” he said carefully. “you’re scaring me a little.” guilt twisted in your stomach.

you looked down at your hands, suddenly unable to figure out how to start. “hey,” he said softer now. he stepped closer. “whatever it is, just tell me.” you swallowed hard. “someone’s been messaging me.”

pause. his brows furrowed slightly. “messaging you?” you nodded. “weird messages.” you pulled your phone out. your hands shook more than you wanted them to. “they know about us.” his expression changed instantly.

confusion, then concern, then something sharper. “what?”

you handed him the phone. you watched his face slowly shift as he read. the first messages, the photo, the details, then last night.

he’s good at calming you down.

his jaw tightened. he read the messages again, slower this time. “what the hell…” the room suddenly felt too small. “i didn’t wanna tell you,” you admitted quietly. “because i didn’t want you stressed and i thought maybe it was just some weird fan or..”

“why would you keep this to yourself?”

his voice wasn’t angry, just overwhelmed. “because i knew you’d react like this.”

“react like what?” he looked up quickly. “worried? obviously i’m worried.” your throat tightened. “they’re watching you,” he said, quieter now. “they know where you are.” you nodded once. “the manager said police are getting involved.” that made him go still. for a second, he just stared at the phone.

something unreadable crossed his face. “…jimin?” he looked up too fast. “have you…” you frowned.

“what?” he looked away briefly and ran a hand through his hair, then sighed. “i didn’t say anything because i thought it was nothing.” your pulse stopped. “what?”

his expression tightened. “i’ve been getting messages too.”

you stared at him, surely you’d heard him wrong. “…what?”

he unlocked his own phone and opened a message thread. there weren’t one or two messages. there were dozens. your chest tightened immediately. “why didn’t you tell me?” he laughed once, humorless. “same reason you didn’t.” he handed you the phone. your fingers felt numb.

unknown number: she looks prettier when she smiles.

another,

unknown number: you should stop sneaking around.

another,

unknown number: you’re getting careless.

your stomach twisted, then you reached one from last night. timestamped almost the exact same time as yours.

unknown number: don’t push her too hard. she’s already scared.

your blood ran cold because, they knew. they knew what conversation you’d had, what mood you were in.

another message, older, from two nights ago.

unknown number: protect her better.

you looked up slowly. “they’ve been messaging you this whole time?”

“not as much,” he said quietly. “i blocked the first number.” your stomach dropped. “first?”

he nodded once. “they changed numbers.” cold swept through you “why didn’t you tell security?”

“because i thought it was sasaeng behavior,” he admitted. “creepy, but…” he exhaled sharply. “this?” he gestured toward your phone. “this is different.” way different. the room went quiet again.

then, buzz.

both phones lit up at the exact same time. you froze. jimin went still beside you. slowly, you looked down.

same number, same message.

unknown number: there. honesty looks better on both of you.

jimin stood immediately, all softness gone. he was protective now. his jaw tightened. “okay,” he said quietly. “we’re done treating this like a joke.”

another buzz. you almost didn’t want to look, but you did anyway.

unknown number: good. now that you’re finally listening, are you ready to play my game?

[ustulia]

Caring, protective Jimin AND a suspenseful mystery stalker!? 😫

This chapter was so good and got me hooked. Can’t wait for the next chapter!

[archivekoo]

— BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS; JK

✧ jungkook as your boyfriend — spicy/sweet headcanons ✧

jeonjungkook x f!reader | boyfriend!jungkook • romance • comfort • jealousy • possessive • fluff •

ִ ࣪𖤐 some jk headcanons just for you <3 already have some mafia jk + biker jk ones semi written so lmk which ones you guys want first :< probably gonna make a headcanons masterlist too just because…

go vote for the next headcanons!! :<

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• jealous jungkook

— jungkook isn’t the loud type when he gets jealous, he doesn’t start arguments or make scenes honestly, that’s what makes it worse. he just gets quieter. clingier. suddenly his hand is resting on your waist the entire night, fingers squeezing lightly every time someone talks to you for a little too long.

— he’d stand behind you with his chin on your shoulder while you’re talking to friends, listening carefully while pretending not to care. but the second you’re alone? he’s pulling you into his chest with that tiny pout.

— and the thing is, he knows exactly how attractive he is, so when he gets possessive it feels unfair. because he’ll look at you with those huge eyes while his rings brush against your skin, acting all soft while secretly trying to drive you insane.

— he’s also the type to get extra affectionate afterward. kisses on your temple, arms around your waist from behind, low whispers in your ear asking if you’re still his favorite person. as if there was ever competition.

:<:<:<:<:<:<:<

• late night jungkook

— late nights with jungkook are dangerous because that’s when he gets the softest.

— he’d call you at ridiculous hours just because he misses hearing your voice. half asleep, deep raspy voice, whispering things like, “can’t sleep without you.” and suddenly you’re wide awake staring at the ceiling trying to survive.

— if you’re together in person, he becomes unbelievably clingy at night. he’d drag you into bed by your wrists with a sleepy grin, wrapping himself around you like a human weighted blanket.

— his favorite thing is when your face is tucked into his neck while he plays with your hair absentmindedly. he talks quietly about random things - songs stuck in his head, dreams he had, little thoughts he’d never admit during the day.

— and when you kiss him while he’s tired? it changes him instantly, because sleepy jungkook kisses slowly at first, all warm lips and lazy touches, but the more you kiss him the more intense he gets. one hand sliding under your shirt, the other gripping your waist tighter while he sighs softly against your mouth like he’s addicted to you.

:<:<:<:<:<:<:<

• teasing jungkook

— this man LOVES teasing you. not even in huge ways sometimes, just enough to make you lose your mind slowly.

— he’d lean close to your ear while you’re out together and say something flirtatious in the calmest voice imaginable, then walk away smiling while you’re left stunned. or he’d casually call you “princess” in front of people knowing exactly what it does to you.

— he’s especially bad when he notices you getting flustered. if you hide your face? he’s pulling your hands away to look at you. if you avoid eye contact? he’s tilting your chin up with a grin. if you get shy after he compliments you? suddenly he’s complimenting you ten times more just to watch you squirm.

— and the worst part is how smug he gets about it. that tiny bunny smile while he watches your entire brain short circuit because he whispered one sentence in your ear.

:<:<:<:<:<:<:<

• protective jungkook

— jungkook would be unbelievably protective over you, but in quiet ways.

— walking on the outside of the sidewalk automatically, pulling you closer in crowded places without even thinking about it, or keeping one hand on your lower back while guiding you through doors or busy rooms.

— if someone makes you uncomfortable, his whole demeanor changes immediately. his voice gets deeper, calmer. he steps closer to you, his jaw tightens just slightly.

— he wouldn’t even need to say much because his presence alone is intimidating enough.

— but the second you’re alone again, he melts right back into softness. checking if you’re okay, kissing your forehead, rubbing circles onto your hand with his thumb.

— and after stressful days? he’d hold you against his chest for hours if you needed it. jungkook feels like safety. warm hoodies, strong arms, quiet reassurance, and kisses pressed into your hair while he whispers “i’ve got you.”

:<:<:<:<:<:<:<

• affectionate jungkook

— physical affection is basically jungkook’s love language, he always wants to be touching you somehow.

— holding your hand under tables. hooking his pinky around yours while walking. absentmindedly rubbing your thigh in the car. pulling you into his lap even when there are perfectly good empty seats nearby.

— he’d kiss you constantly too. quick kisses while passing by, slow kisses before bed, forehead kisses when you’re upset, random shoulder kisses while hugging you from behind.

— and he LOVES when you initiate affection first. if you crawl into his lap or kiss him unexpectedly, he genuinely gets so soft about it. his eyes get all wide for a second before he starts smiling against your lips like he can’t believe you’re real.

— he’d absolutely stare at you all the time too. like full-on heart eyes, completely whipped. watching you talk while smiling to himself because somehow you still make him nervous no matter how long you’ve been together.

:<:<:<:<:<:<:<

• post-argument jungkook

— jungkook hates fighting with you.

— even if he acts stubborn at first, the second he realizes you’re genuinely upset, it completely ruins his mood. he’d go quiet afterward, sitting there replaying the argument in his head while secretly missing you even if only twenty minutes have passed.

— he’s not the type to leave things unresolved for long, eventually he’d show up beside you with soft eyes and a quieter voice, nudging your leg with his knee like he’s trying to reconnect without saying it directly.

— “come here.” and the second you melt into him, he wraps his arms around you so tightly like he’s scared you’ll disappear. forehead pressed against yours, hands rubbing slowly up and down your back while he apologizes softly.

— he’d kiss you gently after arguments too. not rushed or teasing for once - just slow, affectionate kisses because he wants you to know he still loves you no matter what.

— and afterward? he becomes extra clingy for the rest of the day. constant touching, constant kisses, constant “are you okay now?” every five minutes.

— because even when he’s annoying, he knows he’s still your favorite person.

:<:<:<:<:<:<:<

• gym jungkook

— working out with jungkook would actually be the biggest threat to your sanity, because he KNOWS he looks good.

— he’d pretend to focus on exercising while secretly watching your reactions through the mirror every time he lifts his shirt to wipe sweat off his face. and if he catches you staring? immediate smirk. “you distracted?”

— the worst part is how touchy he gets afterward. his hands are warm, slightly rough, resting on your waist while he pulls you close with flushed skin and messy hair. he’d hug you straight after workouts without caring that he’s sweaty because he likes hearing you complain while secretly hugging him back anyway.

— and gym jungkook absolutely loves when you praise him, tell him he looks strong once and suddenly he’s flexing jokingly just to hear you say it again.

— but despite all the teasing, he’d still be sweet enough to fix your posture during workouts, standing behind you with his hands on your hips and quietly telling you “good job” when you get something right.

— which is honestly way more dangerous than the flirting.

:<:<:<:<:<:<:<

• possessive jungkook

— not toxic possessive, just very very obsessed with you.

— jungkook likes reminders that you’re his. your lipstick stains on his cups, scratches on his back, your perfume lingering on his clothes after hugs.

— he’d absolutely love when you wear things he bought for you too because there’s something about seeing you in them that makes him stare a little too long.

— and if another man flirts with you in front of him? oh he’s immediately wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against his side.

— a calm smile, dangerously pretty eye contact, completely territorial energy.

— then later, when you tease him for getting jealous, he’d just bury his face in your neck and mumble something like, “can you blame me?”

— and honestly? no. not when he looks at you like that.

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• kissing jungkook

— kissing jungkook would genuinely feel addictive.

— he’s the type to start soft at first, sweet little pecks, smiling against your lips, hands gentle on your waist, but he gets carried away so fast. especially if you kiss him first.

— the second you pull him closer or tug lightly at his hair, his entire energy changes. suddenly he’s kissing you deeper, slower, like he’s trying to memorize you.

— jungkook also LOVES holding your face while kissing you too. his thumb brushing your cheek, nose bumping against yours, quiet little sighs every time you kiss him back harder.

— and he’s absolutely the kind of boyfriend who kisses you for no reason. mid-conversation kisses, interrupting-your-sentence kisses, sleepy “come here” kisses, clingy “don’t leave yet” kisses. he just always wants one more.

— one thing about jungkook? he always kisses like he’s completely in love with you.

[ustulia]

Manifesting the hell out of this 😫🖤

[chwrrybby]

── Lucky Charm ⋮ 전정국

After being dragged to an elite underground club, the last thing you expect is to end up seated across from Jeon Jungkook — the society’s most infamous player. But after a reckless bet, a deliberate loss, and a kiss that wasn’t quite what he wanted, you leave the club realizing Jungkook may not be finished playing with you yet.

전정국 x f!reader ˖ ࣪ ꉂ🗯˙ ‹— cw | underground society au • elite gambler!jungkook • power plays • high stakes poker • champagne & velvet • strangers to something worse • morally grey jk • teasing • slowburn tension • not proofread

⧽ word count ⋮ 3.5k Average reading time ⋮ 15 minutes

┈ [ ✉️ ] Hi angels !! This was a request by anon !! Also I decided for this to be like the introduction part of it so I will like the smut version once I finish with it !! This is honestly not my favorite thing I have written - I guess I js feel like I am better at smut idk lol. Any-whom !! I hope you all enjoy this !!! Happy reading !!! <33

The second you stepped out of Mina’s car, you already regretted coming.

“This place looks illegal,” you muttered, smoothing down the black dress Mina had forced you into less than an hour ago while trying not to trip in heels you barely knew how to walk in.

Beside you, Mina rolled her eyes while fixing her lipstick in the reflection of the car window. “For the last time, it’s a private club.”

“That’s exactly what people say before ending up in documentaries.”

A laugh escaped her immediately before she grabbed your wrist and started dragging you toward the entrance anyway. “You’re being dramatic.”

“No,” you corrected while staring up at the massive building towering above the street, “I’m being cautious.”

The club looked untouchable. Black glass stretched toward the night sky while gold lighting spilled from enormous windows, luxury cars curving around the entrance beneath dim lanterns. Even the people outside looked expensive—tailored suits, silk dresses, watches that probably cost more than your rent.

You suddenly felt underdressed despite Mina forcing you to spend twenty minutes shoving makeup onto your face in the passenger seat while she drove through traffic like a maniac.

“You owe me for this,” you muttered while following her up the marble stairs.

“I know, I know.” Mina grinned suddenly. “But if Namjoon’s here tonight, it’ll be worth it.”

Ah yes.

Namjoon.

The entire reason you were currently entering what looked like a billionaire vampire convention instead of rotting peacefully in bed.

Mina had met him two weeks ago “by accident,” which really meant she spilled a drink on his suit at some upscale restaurant and somehow walked away with his number instead of a lawsuit. Since then, she’d spent every single day talking about him like she was being paid for it.

Apparently, Namjoon belonged to this club.

Which explained the terrifying amount of money surrounding you the second the doors opened.

Warm jazz drifted through the massive lounge while crystal glasses clinked softly beneath dim amber lighting. Everything inside gleamed—marble floors, velvet seating, gold accents catching the low light every time someone moved. The air smelled faintly of expensive liquor and perfume strong enough to make you dizzy.

And somehow, despite all the noise around you, the atmosphere still felt… controlled.

Too controlled.

Like everyone inside knew rules you didn’t.

“You made it.”

You turned at the sound of the familiar voice just in time to see Mina practically light up beside you.

Namjoon approached through the crowd effortlessly, dressed in a charcoal suit that looked unfairly expensive. Tall. Broad shoulders. Silver rings catching beneath the warm lighting every time he moved.

Okay.

Fine.

You understood the obsession a little now.

“Mina,” he greeted warmly before his attention shifted toward you. “And you must be the friend.”

You introduced yourself quickly while he offered his hand politely. His grip was warm, calm. Everything about him felt smooth in a way that immediately screamed rich person confidence.

“Mina’s told me a lot about you,” he said.

“That’s concerning.”

A laugh slipped from him easily enough to make Mina look entirely too pleased with herself. But before the conversation could continue, another man approached Namjoon quietly and murmured something near his ear.

You noticed the subtle shift immediately.

Namjoon’s posture straightened slightly, expression smoothing into something more unreadable. “Excuse me for a moment,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”

The second he disappeared back into the crowd, Mina grabbed your arm aggressively. “See?” she whispered. “I told you he was perfect.”

“You met a man with a face.”

“He has the face.”

“You’re insane.”

“And yet you came with me anyway.”

Unfortunately true.

You let her continue rambling while your attention drifted elsewhere, gaze moving slowly across the lounge until something near the back wall caught your eye.

A gold elevator sat partially hidden behind dark velvet curtains, guarded by two men in black suits. Guests approached quietly every few minutes, flashing sleek black cards before disappearing downstairs.

Not upstairs. Downstairs.

Your brows pulled together slightly. Strange.

“You okay?” Mina asked beside you after noticing you staring.

Your eyes stayed fixed on the elevator. “What’s downstairs?”

Her talking stopped for exactly half a second.

Then she shrugged casually. “Private rooms, I think.”

“You think?”

“I didn’t ask.”

“That’s suspicious.”

“You think everything is suspicious.”

“Because rich people are weird.”

Mina rolled her eyes, but before she could argue back, movement near the elevator caught your attention again. A small group approached quietly while one of the guards held out his hand. Black cards appeared immediately between polished fingers. Silent nods followed. Then the elevator doors slid open.

And every single person disappeared downstairs.

Your curiosity sharpened instantly.

“You know what,” you murmured, grabbing a champagne glass from a passing tray, “I’m going down there.”

Mina nearly choked. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“You cannot just wander into mysterious underground rich people basements!”

“That sentence alone makes me want to go more.”

“Mina.”

You both turned slightly as Namjoon reappeared beside you, calmer now than before. But unlike earlier, there was something more serious in his expression this time. More careful.

His gaze flicked briefly toward the elevator before returning to you.

And somehow, that alone confirmed your suspicion that something strange was happening downstairs.

“What’s down there?” you asked immediately.

Namjoon paused.

Then smiled lightly. “Nothing dangerous.”

“That is not a real answer.”

Mina pointed at him accusingly. “See? This is why she thinks we’re in a cult.”

A quiet laugh left him before his attention returned toward the elevator again. “It’s invitation only.”

“So there is something down there.”

Namjoon said nothing.

Which was answer enough.

Your eyes narrowed slightly before glancing toward the elevator one more time. Another guest approached the guards, black card already waiting between his fingers. The second the doors opened, soft music drifted upward from below. Lower. Slower. Different from upstairs.

And suddenly curiosity won completely.

Before either Mina or Namjoon could stop you, you started walking.

“Oh my god,” Mina hissed behind you. “She’s actually doing it.”

Your heels clicked softly against the marble floors as you approached the guarded elevator. The two men standing outside immediately looked toward you, expressions unreadable beneath the dim lighting.

For one brief second, you considered turning around. Then one of the guards stepped aside. Just like that. No questions. Interesting.

You stepped inside slowly, pulse quickening despite yourself. Mina scrambled in beside you a second later while Namjoon sighed quietly before following after both of you.

“This is a terrible idea,” Mina whispered the second the doors closed.

“You say that like you had a choice.”

“I literally didn’t.”

The elevator began descending smoothly.

The deeper it went, the quieter it became. Jazz from upstairs faded completely until only the low mechanical hum remained. Mina shifted nervously beside you while Namjoon stayed perfectly calm, hands tucked neatly into his pockets like this happened every day for him.

Then the elevator stopped. The doors slid open slowly. And suddenly, the atmosphere changed completely.

The first thing you noticed was the silence. Not actual silence—music still drifted faintly through the massive underground lounge, glasses clinked softly somewhere nearby, low conversations blended beneath it all—but everything downstairs felt sharper somehow. Controlled in a way upstairs hadn’t been.

Poker tables stretched across the room beneath dim gold lighting while people in tailored suits and silk dresses gambled away terrifying amounts of money with frighteningly calm expressions. Dealers shuffled cards effortlessly while waitresses carried trays of whiskey and champagne between tables.

And at the very center of the room—sat him.

Black dress shirt. Sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms. Dark hair falling slightly over his forehead beneath the low lighting. One hand rested lazily against his jaw while the other toyed with a poker chip between long fingers.

Everyone around him looked tense.

He looked bored.

“Who’s that?” you asked quietly.

Namjoon’s gaze shifted toward the center table immediately.

“Jeon Jungkook.”

The name alone seemed to carry weight downstairs. You noticed it instantly in the way nearby conversations lowered slightly, the way spectators lingered around his table without getting too close. Across the room, another pile of chips slid toward him effortlessly while the man sitting opposite looked seconds away from collapsing entirely.

“He always wins,” Mina whispered.

Almost as if sensing the attention on him, Jungkook glanced up suddenly.

And for one brief second—his eyes landed directly on yours.

His gaze landed on yours with enough intensity to make your stomach tighten unexpectedly.

Not because he looked angry.

Or cold.

If anything, he looked curious.

Like he was trying to figure out why you were standing there instead of upstairs drinking overpriced champagne with everyone else.

Then the dealer’s voice cut smoothly through the room. “Another win for Mr. Jeon.”

Soft murmurs followed instantly around the table. Across from Jungkook, the man who’d just lost leaned back in his chair looking physically unwell while Jungkook barely reacted at all. He simply gathered his chips with calm disinterest, like winning had stopped exciting him a long time ago.

“That’s his fifth tonight,” Namjoon said quietly beside you.

Your eyes stayed fixed on Jungkook. “Poker?”

“Poker. Betting games. Auctions.” Namjoon slipped one hand into his pocket. “Doesn’t really matter.”

“He never loses,” Mina added dramatically.

And honestly?

You could see why people believed it.

The confidence around Jungkook wasn’t loud arrogance. It was worse. Quiet certainty. The kind built from winning too often for too long. Everyone around him looked tense while he sat there completely relaxed, lazily spinning a poker chip between elegant fingers like the entire room bored him.

Something about it irritated you immediately.

The dealer glanced around the room again. “Any newcomers interested in challenging tonight’s winner?”

A few people laughed softly under their breath. Others exchanged amused looks. Nobody moved.

Because of course nobody moved.

Across the room, Jungkook leaned back slightly in his chair, completely unconcerned. Like he already knew nobody would dare embarrass themselves trying.

And maybe that was exactly what annoyed you enough to speak.

“I’ll do it.”

Silence.

Actual silence.

Beside you, Mina made a strangled noise. “What are you doing?” she whispered harshly, grabbing your arm.

You shrugged lightly, unable to look away from the center table. “Making bad decisions, apparently.”

Several people nearby had already turned toward you completely now. Some looked entertained. Others looked genuinely concerned for your wellbeing. Somewhere behind you, someone actually laughed.

“A newcomer?” a man murmured quietly.

“This should be interesting.”

Meanwhile, Jungkook finally looked genuinely awake.

His fingers stopped against the poker chip as his attention settled fully on you for the first time. Slow. Assessing. Like he was trying to decide whether you were brave or just stupid.

Maybe both.

The dealer cleared his throat awkwardly. “Miss, are you certain?”

Before you could answer, Jungkook spoke first.

“Let her play.”

The room somehow grew even quieter.

Namjoon sighed beside you like he already regretted bringing either of you downstairs while Mina looked seconds away from physically restraining you herself.

Too late now.

A clear path had already opened toward the center table.

You could feel every pair of eyes following you as you stepped forward, heels clicking softly against the marble floors. The closer you got, the clearer everything became—the stacks of chips worth terrifying amounts of money, the scent of whiskey lingering beneath expensive cologne, the sharp gold lighting reflecting against polished black surfaces.

And Jungkook.

Up close, he looked calmer somehow.

Which only made him more intimidating.

His dark gaze followed your every movement while you slid into the empty chair across from him. Not mocking. Not arrogant. Just observant.

Like he was already studying you.

“You’re new,” he said finally.

His voice was low. Smooth enough that you almost understood immediately why people listened when he spoke.

“Is it that obvious?” you asked lightly.

“A little.”

Something almost amused flickered across his face.

The dealer quickly began reshuffling the cards while spectators gathered closer around the table. Nobody downstairs even pretended not to stare anymore.

Jungkook never took his eyes off you.

“You know how to play?” he asked.

“Enough.”

“That’s usually what people say before losing badly.”

The final round began quietly. Too quietly.

Even the spectators surrounding the table had stopped whispering now, attention fixed entirely on the cards spread between you and Jungkook. The dealer moved carefully beneath the tension while chips stacked higher and higher across the polished table.

Across from you, Jungkook looked completely relaxed. Which was irritating.

One hand rested lazily near his drink while the other toyed with a poker chip between elegant fingers, dark eyes focused on you instead of the game itself. Like he’d already decided how this would end.

“You look confident,” you noted lightly while placing another chip into the pot.

“I usually am.”

“That sounds dangerous.”

His mouth curved slightly. “Only for other people.”

God.

You suddenly understood why everyone downstairs seemed so intimidated by him. It wasn’t just the money or reputation—it was the way he spoke like losing genuinely didn’t exist in his world. Quiet confidence wrapped so naturally around him it stopped feeling arrogant and started feeling inevitable.

The dealer revealed another card. A subtle shift moved through the crowd instantly.

Jungkook barely glanced down before his gaze lifted back toward yours again. Calm. Patient. Watching you more carefully than the game itself.

“You’re staring again,” you muttered.

“And you keep noticing.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly while a few nearby spectators laughed under their breath. Jungkook looked entirely too amused with himself.

“You always flirt this much while gambling?” you asked.

“Only when I’m entertained.”

“You must get bored often, then.”

That earned the smallest reaction from him. Barely there. But enough for you to notice the way his fingers paused briefly against the poker chip.

Interesting. The final cards hit the table. The room seemed to tighten immediately around you. Nobody moved. Nobody looked away.

Then slowly, Jungkook leaned back into his chair, gaze fixed on you beneath the low gold lighting.

“You’re awfully confident,” you said carefully, studying him across the table, “for someone who could still lose.”

Silence dropped instantly. Actual silence.

Even the dealer froze for half a second. Somewhere behind you, Mina whispered something that sounded suspiciously like a prayer.

But Jungkook only smiled. Slowly. Interested instead of offended.

“Alright then,” he murmured, voice low enough that the table leaned closer to hear it. “If I lose, you have to kiss me.”

A few people nearby nearly choked on their drinks.

You blinked once.

The confidence in his tone made it worse somehow—not teasing, not embarrassed, just certain enough to imply he already knew the outcome.

The room buzzed instantly with quiet whispers while Jungkook stayed completely calm beneath all the attention.

Like this was normal for him. Maybe it was.

You tilted your head slightly. “And if I lose…”

His gaze stayed fixed on yours. Waiting. Curious.

Then a small smile pulled at your mouth. “Shall I kill you?”

A nervous laugh broke somewhere nearby. Someone muttered, “Jesus Christ,” under their breath while Mina looked seconds away from passing out entirely.

And Jungkook—paused. Barely noticeable. But enough.

Enough for you to catch the flicker of surprise behind his eyes before amusement settled over it instead.

There it was.

For the first time all night, you’d actually caught him off guard.

His tongue pressed briefly against the inside of his cheek while he stared at you across the table like he’d just discovered something unexpectedly interesting.

Then he smiled again. Smaller this time. More dangerous somehow.

“I think,” he said quietly, “I’m going to enjoy this.”

The dealer finally cleared his throat, breaking the tension thickening around the table. “Final hands.”

Cards slid smoothly across the polished surface. Around you, spectators leaned closer while waitresses slowed near the crowd, attention caught just as much as everyone else’s. Nobody downstairs was pretending not to watch anymore.

And Jungkook seemed to enjoy that entirely too much.

His gaze never really left you while he gathered his cards between elegant fingers. Calm. Lazy almost. Like the outcome didn’t matter to him either way.

Which only made you more suspicious.

The next few minutes passed in near silence, broken only by the soft flick of cards and quiet clinks of poker chips stacking higher across the table. You studied your hand carefully before glancing back up—

And immediately caught Jungkook already looking at you. Again.

“You know,” you muttered, “most people play poker by watching the cards.”

A quiet laugh left him. “I am watching something. Something worth my time.”

Cocky. Annoyingly cocky.

You rolled your eyes despite the warmth creeping embarrassingly up your neck. Across from you, Jungkook leaned back slightly into his chair while the dealer revealed another card.

A subtle shift moved through the crowd instantly. You noticed it. So did Jungkook.

But unlike everyone else, he didn’t react much at all. His expression stayed unreadable while he glanced down at his cards one final time.

Then something changed. Small. Quick enough most people wouldn’t catch it. But you did.

The slight hesitation in his fingers. The deliberate choice hidden beneath casual ease. The card he could’ve played— and didn’t.

Your eyes narrowed slightly. Interesting. The final reveal hit the table seconds later. Silence. The dealer blinked down once. Twice.

Then finally— “You win.”

The reaction around the room was immediate. Shocked whispers spread through the crowd while someone near the back actually cursed under their breath. Mina looked moments away from collapsing entirely beside Namjoon, who somehow seemed significantly less surprised than everyone else.

But you barely noticed any of it.

Because across the table, Jungkook looked far too calm for someone who had supposedly just lost.

No frustration. No disappointment. Nothing. And suddenly—you knew why.

“You cheated,” you said quietly.

The murmuring around the table continued, loud enough to hide the conversation from everyone else. Jungkook’s gaze lifted slowly toward yours, dark eyes unreadable beneath the gold lighting.

“Did I?”

“I saw what you did with your cards.”

For the first time all night, his smile changed slightly. Less playful. More knowing.

Then he shrugged once. Casual.

“I lost.”

Your stomach flipped annoyingly. Because technically, he had.

The dealer awkwardly cleared his throat again while the surrounding crowd waited expectantly for what came next. You could practically feel their curiosity pressing against the table. Everyone downstairs wanted to see it now.

The kiss.

Jungkook stayed seated comfortably, one arm draped against the chair while he watched you with quiet interest. Not demanding. Not impatient.

Just waiting. Like he already knew you’d do it. Which honestly made you want to annoy him more. Slowly, you stood from your chair. The room fell quieter immediately.

You stepped around the table while dozens of eyes followed your every movement. Across from you now, Jungkook finally tilted his head slightly upward to look at you properly. And for the first time all night—he looked uncertain.

Just a little. Like even he didn’t know what you were about to do. Good.

You leaned down slowly, one hand resting lightly against the edge of his chair. Close enough now to catch the faint scent of whiskey lingering beneath his cologne. Close enough to notice the way his attention dropped briefly toward your mouth.

Then—you kissed his cheek. Soft. Brief.

And completely wrong for what everyone downstairs had expected.

The silence afterward felt deafening.

You pulled back just enough to meet Jungkook’s gaze again. Up close, you caught it immediately—the faint surprise flickering behind his eyes before amusement slowly replaced it instead.

“A deal’s a deal,” you murmured lightly.

Then you straightened and walked away.

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[ustulia]

Was looking for a light read and came across this. The vibes, the tension 🤌🏻✨🖤

[charl0ttan]

thoughts on

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[kofunshotars]

This is my first time posting on Tumblr. I usually just post on TikTok. This is my first art that I took the time to make. I’m so excited it turned out so good!

[nothoughtsjustfic]

Deal - P.JM

📜Who: Park Jimin (BTS) x female reader 📜What: Comedy. Supernatural. Strangers to Friends to ??? Demon Jimin. Suggestive (18+). 📜Word count: 6.2k 📜Warnings: Food/how it reacts to the body is a pretty big theme in this. Multiple mentions of infertility. Sex is also a big theme, but there is no explicit smut. There is a vague scene with nothing described, however, and many references. Non-consensual filming. A couple very minor injuries. Mention of past dub-con (as in she said yes to stop her partner whining). Profanity. I think that’s it? 📜Summary:

Perhaps, you’re not exactly sane for this. Perhaps people are right about that. But you really can’t find it in you to care when the demon you summon looks like this.

Minors do NOT interact. I WILL block any account that interacts without an age indicator in their bio. I also block blank blogs.

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A/N- This was originally on my old account @/whipped-for-kpop-fics, but I decided to entirely rewrite it move it over to here.

From the get-go, everyone you know tells you it’s a stupid idea. That it isn’t worth the inevitably steep price tag. They say that no-one in their right mind would summon a demon to make a deal with at an unknown price, especially when the gain is nothing more than to consume as much as you desire without any negative consequences.

Regardless of what anybody says— including doubts about your level of intelligence for coming up with such a plan—, your mind isn’t swayed and you put your plan into action. To your utmost joy and relief, the spell goes perfectly, and there, in the middle of the rooftop of your apartment building, a figure appears.

Though, when the smoke clears and your eyes settle on the figure standing before you, you wonder, if maybe, you messed up somewhere. Never before have you summoned a demon— nor know anyone who has—, but you’re pretty damn sure that they’re not supposed to look like that.

“The rooftop?” the apparent demon questions, eyeing his surroundings in disbelief, while you simply eye him, because hot damn if you knew demons are this attractive, you would’ve summoned one years ago. “Are you going to actually respond to me, or just stare?” he mocks while raising his eyebrows at you.

“Sorry, your face distracted me,” you answer simply, and the demon sputters out a surprised laugh.

“Wow! You’re honest; I like that in my dammed souls.” He grins amusedly. “So, the rooftop? Why not your apartment? Don’t tell me you’re afraid of inviting a demon into your home.”

“Nah, it’s a shithole and I didn’t want to clean up.” You shrug, and once again, he laughs. “The rain will wash this away, meaning, I don’t have to.” It’s almost your favourite part of your plan, other than, you know, the actual deal.

“I’ve never heard a human admit to having such strong influence of sloth. Do you partake in any of the other seven deadly sins?”

“Well, a girl’s gotta have a balanced lifestyle, right?” You grin cheekily, and he laughs; a full-on belly-shaking laugh. It really makes him light up and you grin a little brighter in return.

“I like you, little human,” he admits, making you preen a little. “What’s your name?” You tell him, and he repeats it in a thoughtful murmur, as if committing it to his memory. “I’m Jimin,” he introduces himself as he steps across the summoning circle with his hand offered, which you don’t hesitate to shake once he’s close enough. “You’re not even scared of me, are you,” he realises.

“Why would I summon something I’m scared of? Do people often do that?”

“You’d be surprised.” He sighs, running a hand through his dark hair. “I assume you called me here to make a deal of some kind.” You nod enthusiastically, lighting up as excitement courses through your entire being at the reminder of the deal you want to strike. “Okay, state your wish.”

“I want to be able to consume whatever the hell I want without any bad shit happening: no weight gain, no fat in my arteries, no acne, no illness of any kind. All that shit, I want none of it.”

For a second, Jimin just stares at you silently, as if waiting for you to tell him you’re joking and state your real desire. Yet, you don’t, and his expression drops into something nothing short of incredibly unimpressed. “Seriously?” he deadpans and you nod firmly. “Of all the things you could possibly ask for, you want to not gain weight?”

“Plus, the rest. Do you know how annoying it is to have to buy new clothes because I like chocolate and have zero self-control?”

“Why not ask for self-control?”

“Ew, no,” you immediately respond in utter disgust. “Then I won’t have all the food.”

“What’s so special about food?”

You blink at him dumbly a few times before managing to respond. “You mean…you don’t eat?”

Jimin shakes his head a little. “Demons feed on the souls we earn from deals.”

“You poor, poor man…demon…thing.”

“Thing?” he repeats incredulously. “Wow, you know you’re not tipping the scales in your favour, right?”

“You already said you like me! No take backs,” you declare with an extra cute grin.

Jimin stares at you for a moment before cursing under his breath and backing up. “Alright, whatever, you win,” he announces with a heavy exhale as he turns and saunters around the rooftop, taking in the view of the town below you.

“Wonderful!” You clap excitedly, already making a mental list of where to go first once the deal is struck, to take full advantage of your wish. “You know, once you grant my wish, we should hit an all-you-can-eat buffet,” you suggest.

The demon freezes in his tracks momentarily before he turns his head to look at you. “What?”

“We should go out to eat after this; take advantage of my new skill and give you your first experience of human food.”

“You’re inviting me to stay after the deal is struck, and go out with you?” You nod in confirmation, eyebrows furrowing in confusion and head tilting slightly as you take in the pure shock on his pretty features when he turns to face you fully. “Seriously?”

“Yeah.” You nod again. “Why are you so shocked?”

“You do realise that you just invited a demon to hang out with you in a social manner?” he checks.

“Yeah, what of it?”

“There’s something seriously wrong with you, isn’t there?” He looks utterly serious, and you just giggle with a carefree little shrug. “Uh, I mean, I guess I don’t have anything important to attend to for a few hours,” he reasons after a few more seconds, agreeing to stay after the deal is done.

“Great! So, how does this happen?” you enthuse, moving slightly closer without thought as you clap your hands together eagerly, more than just a little excited to make the deal.

“We sign a contract.” Jimin opens his hand, palm facing skywards, and a wad of paper materialises atop.

“Are you fucking serious?” you gawp at the thick stick. “That’s a lot of paper.”

“I know.” He sighs heavily and closes the gap between you, holding the papers between you ready. “But humans have grown sneaky and love loopholes. The covers everything fully. I miss the days when it was a simple, straightforward exchange of goods.”

“And what goods are you asking from me in exchange for granting me my wish?” you enquire, raising an eyebrow as you look at him inquisitively.

“Your first born.”

“Not my soul?”

“You’ve already showcased two strong influences from the big seven, I do not want to eat that filth. No offence.”

“None taken, I guess. I wouldn’t want to eat it either,” you agree. “Why my first born?” you query as you start to scan your eyes over the top sheet of paper for the place to sign.

“Pure, untainted souls are the sweetest.”

“You want to eat my unborn baby’s soul?” He nods. “Ew. What happens to the body? Can humans live without their souls?”

“Uh, sort of.” He nods slightly. “They become kind of brain-dead henchmen loyal to the one who ate their soul.” You snort out a laugh. “What?”

“I’m just imagining you trying to get a bunch of newborn babies to do your evil bidding,” you answer, sniggering, the mental image growing more and more amusing the longer it remains in your mind.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Obviously, I let them age until they’re of use,” he retorts with a scoff— even if he’s tempted to allow a little giggle himself at the thought of baby henchmen.

“Well, just ruin my fun.” You pout, all laughter gone. “Where do I sign?”

“You’re still going to, even knowing what I want and what for?” You simply nod, and Jimin grins, holding his free hand out to you in request. “It’s a thumbprint I need.”

“Okay,” you agree and give him your hand, only jolting slightly when he pricks the very top of your thumb with his nail to allow a few drops of blood to seep out. “Guess the movies got that right; demons’ obsession with bodily fluids.” You make a disturbed face. “We’ve come a long way since back in the day; ink exists now, you know?”

“Ink doesn’t contain DNA,” he points out simply. His attention fiercely glues to your thumb as he carefully situates it over the correct place, before stamping your bloodied thumbprint onto the paper. When he lets go of your hand, you put your thumb straight into your mouth to lick the tiny wound. Jimin notices your action and gives you a questioning look yet says nothing before he draws his own blood to place his thumbprint next to yours.

You watch in awe as the blood from both of your thumbprints dance across the page until they connect and your blood mixes together. “Why’d it do that?” you wonder.

“We’re bonded regarding the contract now. I’ll know the second I can collect my prize.”

“So, what, you’ll appear in the birthing suite and take it from my vagina?”

“Ew, no.” He looks entirely disgusted and you snigger, feeling oddly proud that you managed to disgust a demon. “You really are strange.”

“Yes, well, you agreed to go out to eat with me. No going back on it now.”

“I never break a deal.”

“Good.” You grin pleased, and he smiles back at you, unable to prevent his cheeks from lifting.

Jimin doesn’t need to know that you’ll never hold up the deal, and not through choice of your own. You simply can’t conceive due to a childhood illness, so signing away something you’ll never have isn’t a problem for you at all. It’s not your fault that he assumed you’ll give birth at some point in your life.

“Can you like, zap up there? I don’t want to walk,” you request, trying to convince him with your cutest puppy-dog eyes.

“No.” He rolls his eyes and heads to the rooftop exit as you trail behind him whining.

“At least to the ground floor? Our elevator is broken.”

“The exercise will do you good.” You groan exaggeratedly, but say nothing more on the topic, just follow Jimin down the fourteen flights of stairs.

As you walk side by side— conversation flowing surprisingly free and easy between the two of you— neither of you are aware of the single letter mistype in the contract that has changed your deal into something neither of you could’ve ever expected.

Only three months after making the deal with you, Jimin feels his skin prickle, and you appear in his mind.

Not that you featuring in his mind is unusual. Since the two of you met, you’ve opened your home to Jimin and promised to show him many interesting human things that he’s missed out on while residing in hell. You always stick to your words too, even when he appears uninvited in the middle of your living room while you’re watching a movie. You simply just pull him down onto the couch at your side to make him cuddle you and watch whatever you have on the TV while eating the masses of snacks you always have littered around your home. Jimin has quickly grown to love movies— and TV in general— and every other day, he’ll be waiting on your sofa for you after work, with a film already on and your favourite snacks on his lap.

The two of have become friends over the past months, so it’s natural that you’re frequently on his mind. But the prickling is new in relation to you, and not something he thought he’d feel for many years to come. A demon’s skin only prickles when it’s time to collect on a deal.

Without thought, Jimin zeros in on your location in his mind, following the instincts the prickling awakens in him, to join you.

Upon settling in the human realm, he realises that he isn’t in your apartment, nor anywhere he’s been with you before. He certainly is in an apartment though, and it’s far cleaner than yours had been before he had gotten his hands on it. You hadn’t been exaggerating when you said your place was a shithole, and Jimin simply couldn’t just sit around in it, he had to clean it up. Ever since then, you’ve kept your home clean and Jimin realised that it’s not just that you were lazy, but more overwhelmed with where to start; but now that he’s made that step for you and is often around to help out, you find it much easter to keep your apartment clean and tidy.

Without any thought, Jimin stalks through the unknown apartment to the source or your familiar energy. When he throws the door open, a scream of surprise fills the air. Though it doesn’t come from you or Jimin, but instead the man thrusting into you without any sense of rhythm as you stare up at the ceiling looking rather bored.

“Jimin!” you exclaim, pushing the man off you— and not even flinching when he falls to the floor with a loud bang that no doubt hurt, at least, his ego— to pull the covers up over your naked body. “What the hell are you doing here?!”

“Collecting on our deal,” Jimin answers in a mumble that’s confused, but laced with something else you don’t even try to name, too bewildered by his presence.

“What?” you question with a laugh. “I’m not giving birth.”

“I know.”

“And I’m certainly not pregnant either; I think I would’ve noticed that by now.”

“I know that.” He looks so confused. “Our bond told me to come here. A deal bond has never been wrong before; it’s impossible.” Careless to being in a stranger’s home— a stranger who had been giving you one of the worst lays of your life until Jimin interrupted—, Jimin stalks over to perch on the edge of the bed on your right side, the contract appearing on his lap. Curiously, you shuffle closer with the sheet still clutched to your body, to lean your chin on his shoulder and read along with him as he glides his pointer finger over the writing on the first page.

“Uhm, who the fuck are you?!” the man—the stranger— suddenly yells, now standing on the other side of the bed with a pillow held over his naked lap.

“Shut up, we’re reading,” you hush, flapping your hand towards the man in gesture for him to stop. With a weird sounding growl of annoyance, he slaps your hand away.

Instantly, Jimin’s head snaps around to glare venomously at the man. “Touch her again and I’ll rip your pathetic little arms from their sockets,” he warns sharply, then turns around before a response can even be formulated. A grin lifts your cheeks, and you shuffle closer to Jimin.

As a general rule, you always defend and protect yourself without anyone’s help. You were raised that way, to be entirely independent and fight your own battles, and you truly have never had a problem with that. In fact, you usually don’t like people jumping in and defending you without giving you a chance to do it yourself, but with Jimin, you don’t mind. Actually, you quite like having the demon defend your honour.

The man calls your name, making you look at him with a heavy sigh. “Who the fuck is he?!” he demands, pointing towards Jimin vaguely as if there’s anyone else who you could mistake him for talking about.

“The demon I made a deal with,” you explain simply.

Suddenly, he looks a lot paler, visibly turning weaker. “I thought you were joking…” he croaks. “You really made a deal with a demon…and now he’s in my apartment…on my bed…”

“Yes, so sit down and shut the fuck up, Kenneth,” you order, already turning your head back around to focus on the contract again.

“My name isn’t Kenneth,” he mumbles, but obediently does as told and sits on the edge of the bed all the same. You don’t bother to point out that you know his name isn’t Kenneth. Not that you can actually remember what his name is; this was supposed to be a meaningless one-night stand, so you didn’t see the point in focusing on his name.

“Wait,” you say when Jimin makes a move to flip the page over now that he’s done scrutinising the details carefully and found nothing to explain what’s going on. He stops his movement and looks at you curiously. “Did you not even look at the first line?”

“I looked,” he states, yet lets the page fall flat all the same, so that he can return his eyes to the very top line; one he had only skimmed due to knowing the typical first paragraph by heart. “What the fuck?!” he yells upon reading the mistake. “Are you fucking serious? I’m going to kill him; I am literally going to kill him,” he declares, then groans and flicks his wrist, so the contract vanishes and he can lean forward with his head in his hands and his elbows on his knees.

“Who?” you ask curiously.

“Jungkook, the kid in contracts. He always does shit like this to me. He thinks it’s funny.”

“To be fair, it kinda is,” you muse with a giggle. “So…I don’t ow you my first born anymore?”

“No.”

“Well, honestly, it doesn’t make much of a difference anyway.” Jimin looks at you puzzled. “I’m infertile.”

“You’re what?” he asks, face falling as he straightens up. “You can’t have children?”

“Nope, never have been able to, never will be.” You shrug; you had come to terms with your childless fate a long time ago.

“You tricked me.”

“Not really. You never asked if I could conceive. Maybe you should do that next time,” you suggest, sympathetically patting his shoulder.

“Sure, I’ll ask next time,” he retorts sarcastically, rolling his eyes to top it off. “Any human I’ve encountered who cannot have children, has told me so.”

“Well, that’s their dumbass fault.”

“You can’t get pregnant?” Not-Kenneth repeats. Both you and Jimin look at him like he’s stupid.

“Yes, Kenneth, we’ve just been through this.” You sigh. “Try to keep up, sweetie.”

“My name isn’t–”

“She clearly doesn’t care what your name is, Kenneth,” Jimin responds flatly. “Why are you still here, anyway?”

“It’s my room!”

“And? We’re clearly in the middle of— Wait…” Jimin straightens up and eyes the room carefully. “I was called here for a reason.”

“Must be wrong, does this look like the set of a porno to you?” you scoff, watching as Jimin gets to his feet and approaches the shelving unit.

“Home sex tapes count,” he mumbles. “Did you give consent to be filmed?”

“I did not.” By this point, you’ve figured out what’s going on, and turn your attention to Not-Kenneth, who is trying to sneak out of the room. Though, before he can reach the open door, a small box flies through the air, clonks him on the head, and in an instant, he’s on the floor out cold. “Jimin!” you hiss.

“What? He filmed you without your permission, did you expect me to do nothing?” He’s not even the slightest bit apologetic as he walks over to the unconscious man sprawled on his front on the floor and picks up the decorative box designed to discreetly hide a camera from view. It’s clearly a security device used improperly.

“I’m not talking about him! You could’ve broken the camera!” you exclaim, holding your hand out. Jimin’s lip twitch up in amusement as he strolls over to hand you the box. “These are expensive, you know.” You open the box and pull out the device to check it over for damage. “It looks good to me.” You hum approvingly. “I’ think I’ll take this home, wipe it, and then sell it. Buy us a nice meal.”

“Alright, I’ll find your clothes,” Jimin agrees with a chuckle and gets to work locating your clothes.

“Is there any way to end the deal?” you ask, seated beside Jimin in a secluded little booth in the restaurant the two of you favour: the all-you-can-eat buffet that boasts a wide variety of options.

“No,” Jimin huffs, still prodding at his steak instead of eating it. He’s barely touched his first plate, while you’re pretty much on your fourth.

“Then stop being a little bitch and eat your food; you love that steak.”

“I know, I’m just…I’ve never lost out on a deal before. I’ve been working deals for thousands of your human years, and this is the first one that I’m not going to collect on.”

“Suck to be you.” You shrug carelessly, picking up your glass to wrap your lips around the straw.

“Your inability to be sympathetic astounds me,” he deadpans.

“I’d pretend to care, but I’m not that good of an actress.”

“True,” he agrees, and you can’t even be offended; you really are a terrible actress. “I really need to teach you to act.”

“You can act?” You snort out a laugh, and he pouts at you.

“Of course I can! Acting is just lying with everything in you. I’d be a terrible demon if I couldn’t lie.”

“True,” you concede, nodding a little.

“So, let me teach you.”

“Is this just a way of tricking me into making porn?”

“No.” He laughs lightly, and finally, he pierces a piece of meat onto his fork to put into his mouth and chew. “I’m sure I could get you to agree to that without trickery.”

“Yeah, right,” you scoff, then fully register what he said and look at him a little alarmed. “Wait…with you?” He nods simply, eyes on his plate as he cuts off another bite-sized piece of meat. “You’d have sex with me just to prevent you from losing out on a deal?”

Jimin stops what he’s doing to look up at you with glistening eyes. “You’re a genius. I hadn’t even thought of that.”

“Jimin, no.” You try to move away; his crazed look really isn’t sitting right in your stomach.

“Jimin, yes, is what you should be saying.” He slides across the seat smoothly to wrap an arm around your waist so that you can’t escape. “Come on, we’re friends, right?”

“Friends don’t make sex tapes together, Jimin.”

“They did in that film, what was it called? The one where they make porn so they can afford rent?”

“If you hadn’t fallen asleep during it, you would know that they realised they were in love. Friends don’t have sex, and they certainly don’t make sex tapes, because there’s a risk someone will get hurt.”

“Oh, come on, it’s just once, no-one will get hurt. You don’t even have to do anything…Okay, no, that’d be boring. You only have to do the bare minimum; I’ll do all the hard work.”

“No, Jimin.” He whines cutely and pouts at you while widening his eyes. “No! Why did I have to teach you the puppy-dog eyes?!” you whine dramatically while trying to cover his face with your hands, but he keeps dodging. “A demon shouldn’t be so fucking cute.”

“Pwease?” He begs, and you shriek, literally shriek, at his cute tone. He flinches and lets you go for a second to protectively bring his shoulders up to his ears. Of course, you try to escape, but a human can never be faster than a demon. Jimin’s hands grab your hips and he pulls your body straight up onto his lap, so that you’re straddling him and your chests are pressed together.

“Jimin!” you gasp, cheeks threatening to turn pink. How dare a demon get you so flustered?!

“Come on, Y/N. I granted you the power to eat whatever you want without any negative repercussions, the least you can do is let me keep my perfect stats.”

“It’s not as simple as that. This is sex, Jimin; this is recording sex. I don't have follow up meetings with my fucks, why do you think I was with a guy who lived in an entirely different area than me? I don't like to see the guys I fuck again.”

“Why not?” His head tilts slightly as his eyebrows furrow with confusion— one of at least a handful of your habits that he’s picked up over the past months without even realising it.

“I just…don’t.” You look away, refusing to meet his eye, and further avoid the question. “Let’s just go; I’m tired.” Jimin doesn’t try to hold you still when you climb off of this lap and slide to the very edge of the booth, ready to leave.

“You always eat more than this,” he mutters as he looks at your plate with eyebrows slightly furrowed.

“I’m not hungry.” You still don’t look at him. For the first time since you met, you look like any other human; full of insecurity. Jimin’s never seen you like this, and honestly, he hates it. You look so weak. This isn’t the woman he’s grown so fond of.

“Okay,” he concedes, getting out of his own seat, and the two of you leave with the payment settled quickly.

On the walk back to your apartment, neither of you say a word.

Just as you unlock the front door, Jimin speaks up, “I’m sorry.”

You turn to look at him confused. “For what?”

“Pushing you to make a sex tape with me. Clearly, you don’t want to.” Once again, you divert your gaze from him, unable to face him during this topic. “Can I at least know why? You can just not want to, of course. I just want to know if…if it’s me?”

“What?” you laugh, looking at him in disbelief. “How can it be anything to do with you?”

“I don’t know, maybe you’re not attracted to me anymore. I know you were when you summoned me, but…maybe that was more surprise.”

“Jimin, you’re the most attractive person I’ve ever seen,” you state firmly, really not liking this strange insecurity on the beautiful demon. “It’s not because I’m not attracted to you; I find you too attractive it’s pretty much unfair. I kinda wanna be a demon so I can be that hot.”

“Shut up,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes. “If you became a demon and got our unnatural beauty, no-one would ever stand a chance. You put a lot of demons to shame with your human beauty, Y/N, adding more would give you too much power.”

“Okay, that’s a lie, but that’d be pretty fucking cool,” you decide with a grin, and he smiles in return— these days, he seems incapable of not smiling when you are.

“So, it’s not me? At all?”

“Nope.”

“Swear?”

“I swear, Jimin.”

“Is it something you want to talk about?” You immediately shake your head. “Okay, but if you ever do, you can talk to me, you know?”

“What’s this? A demon offering a comforting shoulder?” You gasp dramatically. “What would Lucifer say?”

“He’s actually a really good guy; you guys have it fucked up. He was an angel once too, you know?”

“I know.” You laugh. “He just wanted the love he deserved.”

“I really hope he’s not listening right now, because he’d definitely try to take you for his own if he heard you say that.”

“I can’t tell if you’re joking or not,” you state, and he just grins cutely at you. “Well, are we going inside or not?”

“Is it okay if I do?”

“You never usually ask.”

“I know, but…I don’t want to overstep tonight. I fear I already have,” he admits, frowning slightly in worry.

“The sex tape thing? Nah, don’t worry about it,” you dismiss with a wave of your hand, and finally, he allows you to turn and enter your apartment. “Just know it won’t ever happen.”

“Because friends don’t have sex?” he repeats your earlier words while following you inside, making sure the door shuts properly behind him, knowing that it has a habit of opening itself if not pushed firmly shut.

“Partly. I mean, I guess our friendship is a little different to most,” you say as you plop down on the sofa. “Most humans will never even meet a demon, let alone befriend one.”

“Demons aren’t in the habit of making friends with humans either,” he admits, walking past where you’re sitting on the sofa to enter the kitchen.

“Why did you? Make friends with me, I mean,” you wonder.

“You’re not like most humans; you’re entertaining,” he answers as he opens the fridge to grab two cans of drink from within.

“I’ll take that if I get nothing more.”

“I’m not inflating your ego further,” he laughs, returning to the living room to sit beside you and place one can into your awaiting hand. “So, if friendship is only partly the reason you won’t make a sex tape with me, what’s the rest?”

“Being recorded,” you finally admit, giving in to his question. You figure if you can be honest with anyone about this, it’s Jimin, your literal demon of a best friend. Sometimes, you wonder if it makes you really messed up to be closer to a demon than any human; but then you look at Jimin and decide you’ll always pick him first, regardless of how mess up it makes you. “I’m not confident in my skills. My first relationship was with a guy who wanted to fuck more than I did, and it was just easier to lie back and let him do what he wanted than hear him bitch and moan. So, now, I don’t really know what to do.”

“What?” He looks at you is disgusted disbelief. “How can someone pressure another into sex like that? Consent is everything.”

“You’re a fucking demon; can you stop being a better human than every guy I’ve ever dated?” you almost deadpan, but you’re genuinely a little amused by the truth behind it.

“Maybe you should date a demon instead then. Human men sound disgusting.”

“Yeah… So!... Got any cute demon friends to hook me up with?” you joke, and he scoffs harshly. “What?”

“I’m not letting any of my friends near you.”

“Why not?” You pout, crawling over on your knees to cuddle up to him cutely, resting your chin on his upper arm. Jimin lifts his arm and wraps it around you, holding your body to his, and that’s all that he needs to do to have you drop the topic.

For a few moments, the two of you remain in a calm, cuddled quiet, Jimin mindlessly tracing protective symbols on your arm with his finger— symbols that he has many times mentally debated asking you to let him mark you with, but he’s never had the nerve to ask because he knows how much that means, even if he knows you won’t have any idea the relevance.

When he realises that he’s been tracing a particular symbol— designed to connect two lives for all eternity— on your arm, Jimin quickly stops and returns to a previous topic to distract himself before he can let his subconscious urges win and accidentally let his demonic magic out, and the tracing to become real marks. “So, back to you being a good friend and allowing me to keep my perfect streak–” You sigh heavily, and he giggles. “If I teach you what to do, will you agree?”

“Surely that would be multiple sex sessions,” you point out.

“I’d only tape one.” You don’t respond. “So?” he prompts after a few seconds, nudging you gently.

“If I agree, will you leave and never come back?”

“What?” He adjusts to look at you as if you’re utterly batshit insane. “No way! We’re friends, Y/N, I won’t leave you.”

“Even though you’d have your end of the deal?”

“I’m not leaving unless you don’t want me anymore,” he promises firmly.

“Okay.”

“You agree?” He beams, looking very excited.

“No. You need to win me over.”

“What?” he whines. “Y/N! Why are you making things so hard?”

“I thought things need to be hard,” you snigger.

“My cock, yeah.” His blunt words make you shut up and your temperature to abruptly increase. “I can feel you blushing,” he teases, tightening his arm around you to hold you a little closer while he grins. “It’s going to be easy to seduce you.”

“I’m not going to give in easily. You need to earn me, buddy,” you state, poking at his chest pointedly.

“Challenge accepted.”

Jimin gives you exactly 72 hours to “prepare yourself mentally for the intense sexual need to jump on my dick”, in his own words.

Though, he hadn’t told you his timeframe, so you spend the three days going about your life while expecting him to jump out from every corner in a leopard print thong and slicked up in baby oil. Why you expect that, you have no idea, but it amuses you to no end. Honestly, if he does appear in such a way, you’re pretty certain you’ll be too busy laughing to react any other way.

When Jimin does return to your home, he isn’t wearing anything out of the ordinary, and you can’t lie, you’re a little disappointed. You want to see him in skimpy undies, all slicked up. Maybe you can suggest that if this work sex thing goes well. At the very thought, you snort out a laugh.

“What?” Jimin frowns, crossing the kitchen to stand on the other side of the island as to where you’re making one monster of an ice cream sundae. “Why did you laugh as soon as I arrived?”

“Nothing, just a funny thought.” You grin. “And totally unrelated question, entirely innocent here; do you happen to own a leopard print thong?”

“A what?” he gawps. “Why would you ask that?!” You just giggle. “Wait, is that what you’re into? Men in animal print thongs?”

“No, not really.” You shrug, turning your attention back to the copious number of M&Ms that you’re carefully placing onto the dessert to prevent them falling off. “So, do you?”

“No.”

“Okay.” You nod slowly. “How about boxers we could cut into a thong?”

“I thought you’re not into it?”

“I’m not, I just think it’d be funny,” you admit.

“Were you imagining me in a leopard print thong when I arrived? Is that what you were laughing about?” You grin up at him innocently. “You’re so weird.” He chuckles, pinching a chocolate from your bowl to pop into his mouth.

“You can imagine me in one in you want.” He almost chokes on his sweet. “That bad of an image, huh?”

“I’m supposed to be seducing you, not the other way around!” he argues, pointing at you with one hand accusingly and using the other to rub his chest.

“How is that seducing you?”

“You just said I can imagine you in skimpy underwear,” he points out.

“Well, I mean, you can if you want, I can’t exactly stop you from doing so,” you reason logically with a shrug as you close the bag of chocolates to return them to the fridge.

“Would you be upset or feel awkward if I did?”

“Not really, no.”

“Oh, okay.”

You hesitate for a second before turning to look at him curiously. “Have you?” Jimin blinks at you rapidly for a few seconds then looks down, pretending to find interest in the non-existent dirt under his fingernails. “You have!” you gasp, giggling, and skip over to lean on the counter opposite him. “How do I look in your mind? Am I hot?” He nods a little shyly. “Sweet.” You grab a spoon and scoop a large amount of the mix of ice cream, sweet sauces, and sweet treats into your mouth. “You should probably lose your plan to seduce me, so you don’t ruin that pretty imagination of my almost naked body in your mind.”

“Or I’ll continue so that I can replace my imagination with a memory of you entirely naked.” He smirks at you, before bursting into laughter upon taking the ice cream smeared around your mouth. “Wow, Y/N, that is definitely one way to stop a human male from wanting to fuck.”

“My sex appeal is endless,” you snigger around a mouthful of food. “Wait. You said human, as in, not you?”

“Exactly. You could be covered head to toe in sundae, and I wouldn’t be put off.”

“You’re fucking weird, man.”

“You’re the one who turned me onto human food. I could simply lick the remnants from your skin. A delicious meal smothered in a delicious treat sounds perfect to me.” His smirk is nothing short of panty-soaking seductive. You grab your ice cream to stalk off into the living room in hopes that he won’t catch sight of your burning cheeks, but, of course, he already has. Jimin smiles in amusement and joy; he gained a reaction from you, even if you tried to hide it.

With a pleased and excited skip to his step, Jimin follows you into the living room with determination buzzing under his skin; determination to seduce you, and he’s pretty confident it won’t be very hard to achieve. He’s excited to find out just how pretty you’ll look under him on video when he’s achieved his goal.

Even now, as he sits at your side on the sofa— more interested in watching you stuff your face than the movie playing— he knows this is going to be his favourite deal he’s ever made.

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[ustulia]

I could have kept reading this for hours and got so sad when I got to the end. I NEED more!!

[ohhowjooniewept]

this drabble has now been turned into a fic

streamer jungkook who was undoubtedly one of the biggest streamers at the minute

streamer jungkook who never bothered to watch other streamers, but was secretly obsessed with the sweet girl that would play cosy games to her 500 followers

streamer jungkook who would constantly donate and engage in your chat under his secret account, showering you in compliments just to watch you flush and giggle, accepting after gushing how kind they are

streamer jungkook that would join every single one of your lives on his actual account and prop you up in a corner even if he was on live himself, constantly getting distracted to the point where his own viewers began calling him out

streamer jungkook who would laugh during livestream, revealing his hardcore crush on you to his millions of followers, almost begging his fanbase to get you to notice him despite the countless comments calling him a simp

streamer jungkook who’s fans began flooding your comments, leaving you a flushing mess once you realised what was happening, nervously watching your follower count go up rapidly with multiple donations coming in with little notes asking you to notice him, just like he had asked.

—

“i don’t really know what’s happening but i already know who jungkook is.” you shyly confessed to your camera, your usual watchers working overtime to defend you from any stray comments that were being unnecessarily rude to you. “i think he’s really pretty too..”

jungkook watched you from his own stream, groaning out loud at how fucking adorable you were, head thrown back in a way that had his chat going crazy.

“i need her number, chat. i need to get to work.” he cheekily retorted, with a too wide grin that you were completely oblivious to from your own live.

you, again, shyly were playing your game, heart beating out of your chest as people dropped donations of 20’s, 50’s and 100’s of dollars. your mouth completely dropped when a random anonymous account donated thousands of dollars, gasps leaving you.

it was jungkook. obviously.

“guys, you don’t have to do that! oh my gosh, what is happening?” you were flushed pink, hands on your cheeks as you watched more and more viewers join.

2 minutes later, you decided to hop off of your stream, squealing into your pillow whilst your roommate yejin joined you. only a few seconds later, you noticed a message pop up in your DMs.

you let out a breath before shakily opening it up, noticing it was from jungkook’s main account.

“you’re pretty when you blush. wanna call?”

—

my first little drabble - if you guys like this & want it to be a longer fic, do let me know & i can get that out for you <3

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[ustulia]

So I’m starting to re-find some bts fics that I remember liking so that I can put them in my archive. The problem is that I can’t find one and it’s really bothering me.

Very rough synopsis:

Mer!Jungkook x reader where the reader works at an aquarium with Namjoon. She finds jungkook when a couple of guys break into the aquarium after hours while trying to get away from them. The story goes on from there, but it’s been a hot minute since I’ve read it.

If anyone knows the fic please let me know the name and author!! 🙏🏻

[ohhowjooniewept]

arranged husband jungkook x wife y/n

<5k

suggestive

—

arranged marriages to most were a concept that felt both foreign and misplaced - something straight out of a film, or imaginative story rooted in fantasy. for you, however, the daughter of one of the leading businessmen in the country, it was reality.

jeon jungkook. that was your groom’s name, a man you had met in passing at events, and as attractive as he was, you unfortunately hadn’t the faintest clue of his character nor his personality. it meant nothing when he too was the heir to a rivalling company, one that had been at odds with your father for two decades. in the spirit of new beginnings, it had been decreed that you two were to be wed in early spring, marking a new era for both families.

you agreed, out of obligation and duty, jungkook doing the same. neither of you had much autonomy, not even being allowed to sit next to one another privately before the wedding as you were both thrown into the world of planning, and organising. that meant after the wedding was done, rings planted firmly on fingers and the doors to your new lavish home closed; neither of you knew what to say.

and so began the current six months of married life.

neither of you spoke to one another with the exception of a polite good morning and good night, passing one another by where you honestly tried to make each other as comfortable as possible. well, as comfortable as one could get when they were essentially living with a stranger.

you slept in separate rooms, both beside one another, with your beds sharing the same wall, a fact you had realised one night as he came home extremely late, entirely exhausted from a work day of hell. you often secretly waited up so you could sleep at the same time, the routine offering some semblance of comfort to you, despite it being silly.

there were some things you’d do together, albeit they weren’t done traditionally. breakfast, and often times dinners were had together on the dining table. neither of you would converse, with your eyes on your plate - it was lost on you that he typically spent that time observing you, making a note of what you liked and what you didn’t so he could properly notify your shared chef.

you were living disconnected lives in a shared home, a fact that unbeknownst to you settled in his stomach uncomfortably every time he’d sneak a glance at you during said meals. jungkook was a man that showed up for you in ways that didn’t quite make sense in your head, as he’d take your car to have it serviced, make sure your housekeeper kept your favourite snacks stocked and most importantly?

told your overbearing parents to shut the fuck up.

they had always been too much, caring little if something made you happy or sad as long as it was good for them and their business, their legacy as they liked to put it. the conversation of children was brought up two months ago, with your father almost buzzing with annoyance at the thought of bringing it up to you. when he had shared his plans, jungkook had immediately told him he had no place in making decisions like that in your marriage, doing good to remind him of the nature of the union in the first place.

he was protective of you, his sweet wife, who cared more about playing animal crossing and baking than she really cared about anything corporate, your family forcing you to work at the company. it grinded his gears beyond belief.

he knew this couldn’t continue like this - it wasn’t fair to you. you were beautiful, far more beautiful than he had ever expected you to be whilst still being warm, intelligent and sweet. he wasn’t sure where to begin, nor where to continue but something had to give.

six months had already dictated your lives enough, and he was finally ready to put a stop to it.

the game was over.

—

by the time jungkook pulled into the driveway, his shoulders aching and head pounding, the clock on his dashboard blared a harsh 1:26am at him, reminding him of the late hour. exhaustion became one with him as he loosened his tie, letting out a deep exhale he could feel from the bottom of his body right to the top, the kind that settled into his bones. he unbuttoned his shirt collar, grunting lightly under his breath at the feeling of finally being free.

his jaw ached, having clenched it continuously throughout his torturous day but it was his head that had him hissing.

meetings. phone calls. numbers. shareholders. men twice his age with too large suits that found every single way to undermine him as he was younger and smarter - it was too fucking much. it was enough to drive anyone insane, but with this and the impending anxiety surrounding his odd dynamic with you, it truly had him exhausted.

the house was quiet, but he could hear a slight buzz roaming through, as he noticed the housekeeper and some of his hired staff still awake, all anticipating his arrival. he apologised wholeheartedly for keeping them so late, asking them to return to their own homes or to help themselves to any guest room. they were as gracious as their employer, all telling him it was fine.

the silence that stretched over the home was something he enjoyed usually, relished even, but right now, it made him uncomfortable. it was hard to describe, but it felt like everything had reached a limit, and he craved something bigger. softer. gentler.

his eyes flickered upstairs. he noticed a light glow emitting from the space beyond the corner.

your room.

it was embarassing, really, how quickly his shoulders eased gently, his wound up body slumping slightly at the thought of you being awake right now too. it was strange, even he knew that, but it brought him a sense of comfort.

his coat was in the hands of one of the staff, who began putting it away beside him just as he glanced over.

“hasn’t she slept yet?” he softly asked, trying to keep his voice quiet just in case.

the older woman bit back a knowing smile, shaking her head. “i believe madam was waiting up.”

his chest tightened.

waiting up?

for him?

jungkook thanked her quietly, nodding a little to himself, before glancing up the stairs once more. he turned, slowly making his way up the stairs, the sounds of his steps echoing around the too quiet home. the hallway was dark as he walked down, except from the glowing light he now confirmed was from your lamps in the corners of your room. you liked to sleep in darkness, which meant you were certainly awake.

still awake. it repeated in his head over and over and over as his hand flexed on the side of him.

somewhere along the way, the mention of you had become dangerous to him, with his heart and head turning, dropping and falling.

it was hard not to feel this way towards you, he thought to himself, trying to rationalise it in anyway possible. you had never demanded anything from him, never pushed, never even complained about this odd arrangement despite how unfair it was for you. you were intelligent, beautiful, accomplished - you were worth a man that made you feel exactly that, and jungkook slumped knowing you hadn’t chosen him.

he knew you had made yourself smaller in this marriage, with a careful politeness in each and every interaction like you were almost too scared of asking for too much from him.

fuck. he hated it.

the truth was, jungkook would have given you anything. he knew minutes after you had finished your ceremony, sharing a gentle peck upon each other’s lips as nothing other than a formality, that he would do his best to make life accommodating for you. he had done that, that he was sure of but to live happily was to be more than just accommodated.

he stood outside his door, staring at the mahogany for an embarrassingly long two minutes before he silenced his suddenly racing mind, turning on his heel to instead face yours just beside it, his eyebrows furrowed.

he lifted his knuckles, gently knocking upon it.

a shuffle from beyond the wood was heard, almost as though you were composing yourself, before the door swung open just as lightly as he had knocked.

his breath caught embarrassingly hard.

you were in one of those sleep dresses, a silky camisole like neckline whilst the matching dressing gown sat loosely done, as though you had just shoved it on, hair messily pulled up into a bun. you looked so soft - he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“you’re home.” you immediately murmured quietly.

the concern in your voice only had his heart beating a little faster, with the way you tilted your head, eyes crinkled slightly knowing he truly had just gotten home. it was so late, and you really didn’t like him working so deep into the evening when you knew that everyone around him had left hours upon hours ago.

“did i wake you?”

you shook your head immediately, tucking the stray piece of hair behind your ear after it fell over your eye. “no, i wasn’t sleeping.”

his gaze drifted over you, watching you do the action with heart struck eyes. you were entranced by how soft he looked in this low light, stomach doing summersaults with him just being here. you guys didn’t really talk often, and it was always something that came every now and then, when you needed it - this felt different.

“you should’ve slept.” he chastised lightly.

you shyly smiled at that. “it’s okay. usually wait till you’re home to sleep so..”

fuck. fuck.

he looked away, unable to meet your eyes for a moment as he felt your words swirl into every crevice of his brain, hitting it right where you occupied each ridge. you noticed it, the way his hand flexed, his jaw tensed, his chest puffing a little at your words like they did something to him directly. it gave you an ego boost.

a few beats passed between you, neither of you quite knowing what to say, but wanting to continue the conversation almost desperately.

“rough day?” you asked, after a moment.

jungkook let out a huff of air, amusement laced in his voice. “yeah, something like that.”

you nibbled on your lip as you nodded, cheeks flushed pink from the sudden attention he was giving you - it felt nice, confusing but god you wanted it more than you could bring yourself to admit.

both of you stood, simply admiring one another openly. his eyes fluttered down from your eyes and down, down, down. your skin looked so soft, with pebbled nipples straining against the thin material of your night dress and your robe slipping from one of your shoulders slightly - you were straight out of a fantasy. you, too, had set your eyes on the way he had unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, tie loose, revealing milky skin that you wondered about often.

jungkook was the first to part, swallowing harshly as he realised he had taken so much of your time almost selfishly.

“you should sleep.” he almost whispered, your eyes snapping back up to meet his, cheeks heating even further. “you too.”

neither of you moved.

it was utterly ridiculous. 6 months of being married, living under one roof and stealing glances at one another as though you weren’t allowed - yet this seemed to be the most intimate thing either of you had done.

finally, you brought yourself to be the one to break the moment, knowing how exhausted he really was, despite the heavy stampede of butterflies in your stomach. your eyelashes fluttered as you whispered a soft goodnight before retreating back in your room, door closing just as gently as you’d left.

jungkook stood there for a full minute once more, eyes shut, head straining against the mahogany of the door before retreating to his own room, heart beating out of his chest.

he was so completely, utterly and entirely fucked.

—

sleep didn’t come.

jungkook, instead, found himself rolling from side to side, eyes closing only to snap wide open as he stared above at his high ceiling, his chest constricting whilst his thoughts remained on one person and one person alone.

you.

he couldn’t get you out of his mind. sure, you plagued him all the time, but tonight felt different - it felt like both the start and end of something, as though it meant more than either of you quite realised.

his open curtains showcased the extravagant skyline outside, your shared home sat high enough where you were both faced with the reality that your fortune and social standing had forced you into a marriage where neither of you were sure what the next steps were. his shoulders almost rolled angrily at the recollection of your parents annoyance over not having grandchildren yet, as though anything to do with this situation was even remotely normal.

this arrangement had started as something that best resembled survival for people like you in the environment you were raised in. somewhere along the way, things had changed.

you usually wait till he’s home to sleep.

fuck. the thought was doing overtime in his mind - his wife, sweet and quiet, always making herself small to accommodate everyone else in her life. he didn’t think you’d do that with him, and maybe that meant he was being naive, but the thought of you waiting every time he’d come home so late from the office just to make sure he was safe too?

enough.

jungkook sat up abruptly. he grabbed a pair of sweats, putting them on over his boxers whilst leaving his torso bare, padding out of his room only to notice the soft glow from underneath your bedroom door. you were still awake.

he wasn’t thinking, that much he knew, as he walked over to it, and pushed the door open.

your eyes darted over to the door immediately, noticing his large chest before anything else, your lips parting in shock before you met his gaze. you were in your night dress only, robe long forgotten.

“jungkook?”

god. the way you said his name. it had his shoulders rolling.

his throat tightened momentarily, before he stood a little taller. “did i wake you?”

“no.” you assured, voice soft as sleep laced the corners of it. you were just about to rest your head finally.

he stood there silently for a few moments as again, you both began admiring one another. he, with his large build, shoulders so wide and biceps so muscled you wanted nothing more than to touch them, just to see how they’d feel. he, couldn’t stop staring at your hair, the way it sat, the way it seemed messier due to you no doubt rolling in bed the way he was too. he was, unfortunately, just a man, and so he couldn’t keep his eyes from trailing down your body, almost letting out a groan at the sight of how your dress had shifted, revealing so much more cleavage than earlier.

you sat up a little more. “are you okay?”

his eyes met your eyes.

he really couldn’t stop staring at you. what the fuck was wrong with him?

“couldn’t sleep.” he admitted.

your heart squeezed painfully. without even sparing a thought, you moved, your position no longer in the middle of the bed as you shuffled away to one corner, before lifting the covers a little.

“do you..” your voice came out smaller than intended. “do you wanna sleep here? maybe?”

silence engulfed you both, thick and heavy, as he came to terms with what you had just offered, all whilst you could feel the embarrassment creep over your cheeks. you could feel your hand retreating from the covers as you began to overthink, almost humiliated from the way you had just assumed that was what he was here for.

before you could continue in your spiral, you watched as he turned around.

the door clicked with a soft thud, the click echoing.

your pulse quickened as jungkook then turned to you, body tight, slowly turning off all the lamps around the room, leaving only the one beside you that he knew you liked to keep on till your very last breath each evening. by the time he was done, he pulled the covers back even further, revealing your bare legs and the way your dress had slit up much higher than either of you had expected.

he nearly fucking died then and there when he realised you weren’t wearing any underwear.

he climbed in, sweats already clinging to him in a way that had you realising he was half hard just from looking at you, a fact that had you almost giggling in excitement into your pillow. by the time he was in, you realised how big he actually was, and how much space he took in your smaller bed compared to his - you liked it.

there was something different about him tonight.

something harsher. darker. he was fucking hungry.

you could feel it in the way he watched you, eyes heavy as they dragged up and down your body, then to your face. the room suddenly felt cold, with the only warmth near you emitting from beside you, you lungs gulping in the scent of him.

jungkook leaned back, not quite fully laid down the way you were, whilst his broad chest also took a deep breath, inhaling your scent almost desperately. he looked exhausted still, but now that he was here, in closer proximity than he’d ever been, you noticed how it settled between the fine lines appearing on his faced, clinging to his eyes.

“sorry.” you whispered after a moment, suddenly hyperaware of the lack of space between you both. “the bed’s probably smaller than what you’re used to.”

he met your gaze.

“that’s not the problem.”

butterflies. all over you. swarming in your stomach.

silence swarmed the room again, thick enough to choke on. you couldn’t really comprehend what was happen ing, your husband next to you, sweatpants low on his waist and doing nothing to hide his body, body taking up most of the space on the bed. the city glowed with flashing lights, traffic still on the streets whilst the cool, winter air chilled all those who were brave enough to be outside.

neither of you could look away from one another long enough for admire it.

you shifted slightly below the covers, trying to calm your racing heart. his eyes dropped to the way you curled deeper into the blankets, your night dress shifting even higher up your thighs as a result, rendering you practically bare beside him.

his jaw flexed hard.

you turned on your side quickly after, back facing him now as you tried to put some distance between both of your bodies truly for your sanity. besides you, jungkook exhaled gently.

“you wait up every night?”

your fingers tightened against the sheets. “most nights.”

he was silent for a second.

“why?” he all but demanded.

you shrugged softly against the pillow. “i don’t know..” your voice came out small again, now laced with sleep and honesty. “i just like knowing you’re home.”

jungkook went still. completely still at that.

the past two weeks had been torture for him, coming home in the early hours practically everyday, weekends included due to a massive deal he was closing, and yet the thought of you in your room, ears perked until you heard him go into his own room was..insanity. his heart bloomed with an emotion that resembled the one thing he secretly wanted more than anything. all he could see, think or taste was you.

before you could process the shift in silence, the mattress moved hard beneath and behind you, a strong arm wrapping around your waist, dragging you backwards and across the bed with one rough pull.

a gasp tore through your lips as your back hit his chest, completely flushed against one another.

“jungkook!”

his grip on you tightened before you could move or adjust yourself, your body pressed to him in a way that was inherently indecent - your mind was racing so fast you could barely hear anything other than his breathing by your ear, and the sound of your own heartbeat. this was six months of restraint finally snapped within seconds.

there wasn’t an inch of space left between your bodies.

you could feel everything - the solid heat of his chest on your back, cradling you in, warming you up. his thighs pressed against your own, bare skin touching his sweatpants, though they did nothing to hide the growing tent that was also pressed against you intimately. a heavy hand sat spread on your stomach, bunching the fabric that once draped loosely on you.

god - the way he melted from just touching you, letting out a deep and heavy exhale as though he needed this more than he could explain. his face buried into the space between your neck and shoulder, moving your hair to one side before inhaling openly.

you felt it all the way down your spine.

you could barely breathe with the way he was holding you, firm enough to be possessive and yet you had never felt safer, your eyes shutting momentarily as you let out a matching, airy sigh, content running through your veins. he was holding you like this was the only thing that mattered in his life, and considering the nature of your relationship, it filled you with a sense of awe at knowing you could have maybe had this sooner.

“every night i come home, and i hear you shuffling around in here.”

your eyes fluttered open, the sound of his voice lulling you back to him.

“hear your shower running..hear you watching your shows..” his hand on your stomach tightened. “and then i go to sleep by myself like this arrangement isn’t fucking killing me.”

jungkook swallowed harshly behind you just as you stopped breathing, his words truly out of your wildest dreams as you blinked rapidly.

“i’m tired. so fucking tired.” he admitted quietly. honestly.

the confession sat heavy between you as the air thickened, his words taking their time to settle in the ridges of your brain. it wasn’t just work or the continous pressure on his shoulders - it was this. your marriage. the confusion around it. the want for more. the need for something. the hope it would become anything.

all of it.

the loneliness, the restraint, the constant need for another that you both denied yourselves, convinced that the other didn’t want it half as much.

your hand moved before you could even think. it lifted before pressing against his hand on your stomach, resting in a way that conveyed your shared feelings, assuring him that you too felt the same, that you also felt what he could feel so deeply in his chest.

it was his turn to still. completely and entirely.

his hand flexed underneath before his fingers intertwined with your own - the intimacy of the situation bordering on painful with the way your heart ached at the interaction.

“jungkook..” softly, you whispered.

he shook his head faintly against you, lips now grazing your shoulder in faint, barely there kisses. he couldn’t bare to hear his name on your lips, not when you were also finally in his arms.

“just stay still a second.” his voice cracked on the edges, a clear indication of the exhaustion catching up to him.

somehow that affected you more than anything else.

your body relaxed, softening immediately against him, your limbs settling into his as though it was nothing more than a natural instinct. the reaction he had was instant as he continued to breathe in your scent, only to exhale deeply - he was ridding himself of the tiredness that plagued his soul, replacing it with you. you. you. always you.

a few minutes passed just like that, as you rubbed your thumb over his hand, soothing him gently, all whilst relishing in the warmth that seemed to just emit from him. after what felt like an eternity, you finally turned to properly face him.

the movement forced him to let you go momentarily, an action that genuinely felt akin to the end of the world. the second your faces were now brushing against one another, his arm found its way back onto you, hand heavy on your back.

keeping you close, your noses were mere millimetres away from touching. his eyes dragged slowly across your face like he couldn’t believe this was happening.

“should’ve been sleeping here from the first night.” he whispered. “fucked up the second i let you in here alone.”

you fingers trailed up, bravely, to touch his chin, continuing onto his jaw with a barely there graze, as though your intrigue was finally allowed an outlet.

“you’re here now.” you whispered back, as though it was a secret between you both worth celebrating.

“you’re my wife.” he closed his eyes then, jaw slack at the feel of you. “my wife. all mine, hm. my wife.”

it seemed he was speaking to himself by the end of his sentence, pulling you impossibly closer to reward himself for his frankness in that moment. it felt freeing to be so candid with you, and you with him, as you both simply relished in the feel of one another knowing it was finally reciprocated.

you shifted closer without thinking, your thigh intimately brushing against his - the reaction was immediate. his hand flattened against your back, inching down to your ass that was barely hidden by the thin material of your night dress, pushing you flush against him so you could now feel him in a way that was anything but innocent.

instead of going pink or gasping, you surprised him by nestling closer, as though you wanted it even more than he did.

“baby.” he warned softly.

the name alone nearly melted you.

your noses finally brushed against one another, breaths mingling in the tiny pocket of air between you. neither of you wanted to be the first to make the move, so used to staying apart, thinking that was the other wanted - being together, entirely and fully, it was a reminder of how wrong you’d been.

it was unbearable, the tension. the warmth, the heat, his burning stare.

jungkook was a man starved.

your eyes flickered down to his mouth, finally breaking eye contact as your body seemed to move without thinking, pressing against his hardened cock for some semblance of relief. that broke the last shred of restraint jungkook had been desperately clinging to.

his hand slid up to the back of your neck before he finally pressed his lips to yours.

he kissed like a man exhausted, finally finding relief in you, his sweet, needy wife. oh, one taste of you and he realised that this was something he had needed all his life, something he wasn’t willing to give up ever again. had he left you as desperate as he was?

he wanted to be sweet. he knew you deserved that, something soft, something gentle but fuck, he couldn’t help the roughness he chased you with. feeling you try to keep up only made his head absolutely swirl as he grabbed you tight, large hand spanking you equally as mean whilst you whimpered into his mouth.

his grip never loosened for a second, only choosing to push and push and push you closer until there was no more physical space between you, and even then, he continued.

you wanted to feel him in every single way as your positions moved, your arms wrapping around his neck, all whilst he shifted so he could hover over you instead. you could feel him deeper against you as his hips began to grind, making you feel every inch of him.

your legs were spread, dress pushed up to your waist, allowing him to press his clothed cock against your bare core, both of your breathing harsh as you continued to kiss, neither willing to part.

his tongue explored your mouth, all done purposefully as you felt the heat between your thighs clench at the feel of it caressing your own - a promise of what he could do to you, if you only asked.

your hands were in his hair, tugging, making out in a way that was a shock to anyone had they met either of you. months of a quiet marriage, no more than half a minute spent on talking each day, and yet here you were - your husband hovering over you whilst he devoured you, grinding his cock into you until all you could feel, all you could see was jungkook.

by the time you pulled back, hands sliding down his chest, a thin string of saliva separated you as you looked between you. the sight had jungkook hissing as he looked down at you.

the straps of your dress were down your shoulders, it also pushed up all the way to your stomach, leaving you half bare, shielded by jungkook’s large frame and made warm by his radiating heat. you hair fanned out in each corner around you, whilst your typically large eyes sat hooded, lips parted and bruised from the way he had practically devoured you.

he couldn’t decide whether to continue ruining you or to worship you. neither felt enough.

as he kissed you again, slower this time, hips grinding against yours so much deeper, taking his time in ruining you on your too small bed, you realised something.

for the first time since the wedding, you finally felt like a married woman - your husband above you, holding you like you were the most cherished thing in his life, and you below him, as though you were the one and only thing he had dreamt about for months.

it was in the quiet of the night that the distance that had built up across the last six months quietly dissipated, rendering the arranged portion of your marriage dead, whilst you both finally began to feel alive.

comfort personified, you were both finally home.

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the way i had a dream about this and got to writing IMMEDIATELY ugh need him

lmk if you guys enjoyed - i haven’t edited or read this back so god help me if this is actually shit

if you guys wanna support a writer pay her horrible, ugly, disgusting, freakish london rent, here’s my kofi lol

[ustulia]

Ooo do I love me some dual yearning!

And maybe a continuation of JK protecting y/n from her shitty family 👀….

[kooslovv]

| 818 wc ! — proofread

just imagining bf!idol!jimin getting your reaction to his long blond hair >ᴗ<

Jimin didn’t make bold choices very often. Sure, he had gotten more confident over the years while being an idol and a part of a well-known boy band—but it took a lot to get there. Now he felt like he could truly be himself without having any sudden doubts flood his mind. 

But today, those doubts were making themselves known. 

It was the day before Jimin had to leave for tour and he had made an appointment to get his hair done. Now he was walking out, his long blond locks touching his shoulders as a small evening breeze blew through it gracefully. Some of it was extensions but no one would be able to tell, it blended in so well with his natural hair. 

He thought it looked nice, thought it suited him–but others didn’t exactly agree. He called a few of the members, and Taehyung, being the kind soulmate he was, was the only one who thought it looked good on him. 

That only made him worry more, because the only person who hadn’t seen it yet was you. 

Jimin hadn’t told you he was getting his hair done that day, just the simple excuse of going through another practice with the boys before the first concert. 

Now he was walking up to your apartment, his heart pounding heavily in his chest with each step he took. All he kept thinking was “what if she hates it?” “will she find it too feminine?” 

Jimin knew you weren't one to be harsh or be too quick to judge a person, too sweet for your own good. But he felt too anxious to try and reassure himself at this point. Anything could happen, and he didn’t think he was prepared for it. 

He eventually got to your door, keys jangling as he unlocked it with a key you gave him. He walks inside to the instant aroma of vanilla from your wax burner. Just walking past your threshold made his shoulders un-tense just a bit, enough that he could properly breathe. Jimin looked around, seeing there was food cooking on the stove–the smell mouthwatering. And then there was you, sitting in the living room. A light pink bonnet covered your freshly done braids, your body being swallowed by one of his shirts and nothing else but a pair of black panties underneath. Jimin smiled fondly seeing you look so peaceful, a book in hand and a blanket covering your legs. 

He let out a quiet, shaky breath, rubbing his sweaty palms against his pants. 

Here goes nothing. 

“Pretty girl?” he called out softly. 

You turn your head in the direction of his voice, a small gasp escaping once your eyes landed on his freshly done hair. Your eyes widened as you closed your book, quickly getting up and walking over to observe further. You now stand in front of him, eyes dancing over every detail you saw. Jimin stood still, watching as you brought a hand up to his hair, touching the long blond strands over and over. 

“Do you like it?” he asked, his voice hesitant and layered with nervousness. 

“What?” You almost look offended at his question. “Baby I love it, it’s gorgeous”. 

Relief instantly floods his body. “Really?” 

You nod eagerly. “Yes, like it’s not even just gorgeous, it looks majestic. Ugh you're so pretty”, you gush as you get onto your freshly manicured toes to press kisses on his face, hearing him chuckle as you do so. 

“That’s a relief. I was worried you wouldn’t like it as much”. 

You huff, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Well I love it and I know army will too so don’t go worrying about it. You look like a sexy, majestic fairy and you know it”. 

Jimin laughs. “A what?” 

“You know those fantasy books I read sometimes? The ones with the fairies and witches? You look like a fairy but just sexy and majestic”. Jimin chuckles as she shakes his head “Your too much for me, love”. 

“You love it though”, you smile as you lean in for a kiss, feeling him hold your waist in his hands and squeeze there gently. 

“You know I do”, Jimin pressed his forehead against yours. You tuck a blond strand behind his ear, knowing you were gonna be obsessed with it for days. Just imagining him down in between your thighs, eating you out like a starved man as you pulled on his blond strands and hearing him whimper. God you could just melt visioning it now. 

“What are you thinking about?” Jimin asked with a teasing, knowing smile. 

“I think you know, baby”. You giggle, your face starting to heat up. “Wanna take me to the bedroom?” 

You erupt into a fit of giggles and laughs as Jimin lifts you from under your thighs, taking you towards your bedroom, and oh what a night it was going to be. 

-the end <3 (lemme know if you want a part 2 hehe)

[ustulia]

No because why were so many people against it!? And the fact that only one member can have long hair at a time rip long-haired yoongs 😔

[saintfaux]

[havingnonamesucks]

dude does anyone remember those youtube BTS x Readers, where its like a visual nover ☝️😭 i used to watch those RELIGIOUSLY

[ustulia]

No because why was I scrolling through YouTube earlier and got recommended one!?