➬ Summary | For Park Jimin, you are everything he will ever need—his assistant, his housekeeper, his task runner, his fairy godmother. For you, he is more than everything. You have dedicated your life for him and, before you even realised it, your heart belongs to him alone. The only problem is that he is never yours, and you are living in a world that your love for him is nothing more than a fairytale ending. As you are suddenly given a chance to wake up and face the real world, will you be ready to embrace it? Will he be ready to deal with the world without you in it?
↳ Pairings | Jimin x reader
↳ Genre | Enemies to Lovers!au, Singer!Jimin, non-idol!au, Assistant!reader, Smut, Angst
↳ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature
↳ Warning | Slow burn, mutual pinning (but both are too dumb and stubborn to realise or to admit it), intense foreplay, fingering (f receiving), oral sex/pussy eating (with a bit of biting involved, don’t say I didn’t warn you), size kink (just get along with it), clothed foreplay, breast play, unprotected sex, rough sex.
↳ Word count | 21k words (I’m so sorry!!!!)
↳ Cross-post | AO3 | Inkitt
➬ Author’s Note | Written as a commission for @opaljm. Just like I said, I made a little twist from your initial request, but I do hope you’ll love how it turned out. I’m sorry this took so long. Thank you for commissioning me and for giving me all of your support :)
⟶ Taglist | @jiminssizzles , @jeonmisha, @barbikatherine, @melrosaeparker, @hodginss, @ladyartemesia, @justmeandendlessbiases, @luvrssunrise, @anonlovesbts, @ittybittyamy, @4evahevah, @spring2787, @wwilloww, @bonnyskies, @janjaiii, @nightshadevinter, @blue1928, @taeyohonic, @jiminsreads, @imluckybitches, @strangbeyondcompare, @maso-cxhi, @cypherft-v, @smitssharon02, @ggukjitaejin, @djasheyash99 (unable to tag: @screamingyoonseok, @loulifereader, @kaitlynteddy26, @hoho-cham)
The fancy black sedan is parked right at the side of the tarmac, not too far from where the private jet taking Park Jimin back from his tour will be landing on in a matter of—most possibly—minutes.
The wind outside picks up, and so does your heartbeat. Even the tension in your body rises as you count the passing seconds before he is finally here.
The air conditioner inside the car is running, surrounding you with the cold temperature which is a complete opposite to the heat of summer burning outside, but it doesn’t stop your hands from turning clammy as your nerves are getting all over the place. Running your hands down the pencil skirt you are wearing, you look out the window, expecting to see signs of the jet coming into view, before glancing down at your watch.
“Are you sure that there is no delay from the flight?” you ask the driver sitting in the front. He looks up to you in the backseat through the rearview mirror, suppressing a smile as he spots your fidgeting state before finally answering,
“I am completely sure, Ma’am. I double-checked with the staff just five minutes ago when you asked me about it last time.”
“Right,” you mutter under your breath, looking away to avoid his curious gaze by pretending to look back out onto the tarmac, hoping that he wouldn’t notice how terribly antsy you are.
It is hard enough for you to keep your legs from bouncing out of nerves. Pretty sure that you are far from looking composed as you are sitting here, always looking out the window with your eyes barely focusing on anything important happening around you.
Not that anything has happened yet.
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