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anotherbtsffwriter · 1 month ago

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fake | jimin x reader

Summary: From strangers to friends to fake dating to ...

Lots of fluff, angst, and some smut. Enjoy!!

In the bustling hallways of BigHit University, where the air had the scent of ambition and freshly-brewed coffee, a young woman named Y/N Gupta was lost in thought. Her dark hair was tied back in a messy bun, and her round, wire-rimmed glasses sat precariously on the bridge of her nose as she studied the campus map with furrowed brows. The clack of her sneakers echoed against the polished floors as she rushed to her next class, her backpack slung over one shoulder, threatening to topple her with every step.

Y/N was an Indian-American student, known for her sharp intellect and her penchant for avoiding the spotlight. Her days were a blur of textbooks and computer screens, a stark contrast to the glamorous lives of the rich kids who frequented the university's upper echelons. One such student was Jimin, a Korean-American heartthrob who was the envy of every female on campus. With his chiseled jaw, piercing eyes, and a wardrobe that seemed to have been plucked straight from the pages of a high-fashion magazine, it was easy to see why he was the object of many a college crush. But beneath the veneer of his charmed existence, Jimin felt trapped by his family's expectations and the string of picture-perfect relationships that his parents arranged for him.

One fateful afternoon, as Y/N hurried to her elective class on East Asian Business Strategies, she collided with someone, sending her books flying in every direction. She looked up, her heart racing, only to find herself staring into the face of the most popular boy on campus. "Sorry!" she gasped, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. He bent down to help her collect her scattered books, his eyes meeting hers with an unexpected kindness that sent her stomach into a flurry. "You okay?" he asked, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

It was Jimin, the son of BigHit's most successful alumni. His family name was synonymous with wealth and prestige, and he was expected to follow in his father's footsteps as CEO of their global company. Y/N had heard whispers about his strict parents and their penchant for setting him up with model-esque dates, but she had never imagined she'd cross paths with him in such an undignified manner. "Yeah, I'm fine," she mumbled, her voice barely audible. She couldn't believe this was happening. "Thanks for your help," she added, her cheeks still aflame.

Jimin chuckled gently, his eyes never leaving hers. "Don't worry, I'm the one who wasn't looking where I was going," he said, placing the last of her books back into her backpack. His touch was surprisingly gentle, and she felt a jolt of electricity run through her. Y/N had always considered herself invisible to the likes of him, but here he was, noticing her. "I'm Jimin, by the way," he said, extending a hand. She took it, her own hand feeling small and cold in his warm grip. "Y/N," she replied, her voice shaking slightly.

Their eyes met again, and for a moment, it seemed like the rest of the world had faded away. The sound of their classmates' footsteps and laughter was just a distant hum. "I've seen you around," Jimin said, his smile widening. "You're in the business program, right? You must be pretty smart." Y/N blushed harder, nodding. "Yeah, I am in that program. How about you?" She couldn't believe she was having a conversation with him, and she was acutely aware of how her heart was racing in her chest.

"Me? I'm just here to fill in the time before I take over the family business," he said with a shrug, his tone hinting at something more. Y/N sensed a weariness behind his words, a weight that didn't quite match the carefree image he projected. "But let's not talk about that. I noticed you don't have a partner for the upcoming group project. Would you, by any chance, need one?" He offered, his gaze holding hers with a mix of curiosity and something she couldn't quite place.

Y/N's mind raced. Group projects were notorious for the mismatched pairs and the inevitable drama, but working with Jimin? The idea was both thrilling and terrifying. "Well, actually, yes," she stuttered, trying to keep her cool. "But are you sure?"

Jimin nodded, his smile never wavering. "Yeah, I am. It'll be fun to work with someone who's actually passionate about this stuff." He handed her a card with his name and number neatly printed on it. "Here, text me and we can grab coffee to talk about the project." He winked before turning away, leaving Y/N to stand there, stunned, as the crowd swallowed him up.

The next few days were a whirlwind of excitement for Y/N. She found herself daydreaming in class, her thoughts drifting to Jimin's smile and the way his eyes had lingered on hers. She couldn't believe her luck, and yet, a niggling doubt remained. Was this just another one of his charitable acts, a way to boost his reputation as the 'nice guy' on campus, or could there be more to it?

When she finally gathered the courage to text him about the coffee, her thumb hovered over the send button for a solid five minutes. To her surprise, his response was almost immediate: "Sounds great! How about tomorrow at 3?" It was a simple message, but it filled her with a giddiness she hadn't felt in years.

They met at the university's favorite coffee shop, nestled in the corner of the library. The scent of freshly ground beans mingled with the faint scent of old books and the faint hum of students studying for exams. Jimin was already there, his posture relaxed in a chair by the window. He looked up as she approached, his eyes lighting up. "Y/N!" he called out, waving her over. She felt a flutter in her chest at the way he said her name, as if it was something special.

"Hey," she said, trying to sound casual as she slid into the chair opposite him. They placed their orders, and as they waited, they talked about the project. Jimin pulled out a sleek laptop and began to outline their strategy. Y/N listened intently, nodding along, scribbling notes into a worn-out notebook. His confidence was contagious, and she found herself relaxing around him.

"So, what do you think?" he asked, looking up from his screen.

"It's a solid plan," she replied, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "But we need to consider the cultural nuances of the market we're targeting."

Jimin leaned back in his chair, his eyes sparkling with interest. "Cultural nuances, huh?" he teased, a playful smirk playing on his lips. "You mean like how Americans love their coffee sweet, and Koreans prefer it strong?"

Y/N rolled her eyes, a grin spreading across her face. "Exactly," she quipped back. "But we're talking about the Japanese market, remember? They're more about precision and presentation."

Jimin chuckled. "Okay, Ms. Expert," he said, leaning forward. "Teach me about the art of Japanese coffee marketing."

Y/N felt her cheeks warm up. "Well, for starters, it's not just about the coffee," she began, her voice gaining confidence. "It's about the experience. They appreciate the ceremonial aspect of it."

"So, we're basically selling them an experience, not just a drink?" Jimin's tone was curious, his gaze focused solely on her.

Y/N nodded, her eyes lighting up. "Exactly. It's like going to a tea ceremony. It's not just about the tea, but the ritual and the atmosphere." She paused, realizing she was getting carried away. "But for coffee, of course."

Jimin leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "So, we're opening a 'Coffee Tea House'?" His voice was teasing, but there was a spark of genuine curiosity in his eyes.

Y/N's cheeks grew even redder, but she held her ground. "Don't mock me," she said playfully. "It's a fusion of two very different cultures. It could work."

Jimin held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. "I'm not mocking," he assured her. "I actually think it's a brilliant idea. We could blend the best of both worlds—the coziness of a Korean café with the meticulousness of a Japanese tea ceremony. Make it an international sensation."

Y/N couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. "Okay, so maybe it's not a 'Coffee Tea House' per se," she conceded, "but we could definitely play up the cultural exchange angle."

"I like it," Jimin said, leaning in closer. "But we'll need a catchy name that doesn't sound like a confused tourist's attempt at ordering a drink."

Y/N laughed, her nerves slowly dissipating as they delved into brainstorming. "How about 'Café Harmony'?" she suggested, her voice bubbly.

"Too cliché," Jimin responded with a smirk. "What's something unique that represents both cultures?"

Y/N tapped her pen against her chin thoughtfully. "How about 'Ko-Ji Roasters'?" she proposed, combining the Korean word for 'together' with the Japanese word for 'tea' to represent their vision of unity in coffee.

Jimin's eyes lit up. "Now that has a nice ring to it," he said, nodding approvingly. "But we need something more… evocative."

"Evocative?" Y/N echoed, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Jimin said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Something that makes people want to come in and experience it for themselves."

Y/N nodded thoughtfully. "Okay, how about 'Café Synergy'?"

"Now that's more like it," Jimin said, a hint of admiration in his tone. "It implies that the sum is greater than its parts—like our cultures coming together."

"Exactly," Y/N said with a grin. "And it sounds cool too."

Jimin nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "Very corporate of you, Y/N."

"Well, we are talking about a business project," she quipped, her eyes sparkling with humor.

"True, but I don't see why we can't make it interesting," he retorted, his smile growing wider. "Now, tell me, what's your favorite coffee blend?"

"I'm more of a chai person," Y/N admitted, feeling a bit self-conscious about her less-than-fancy preference.

"Chai?" Jimin's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "But you're in the business of coffee, and you're not even a coffee person?"

Y/N rolled her eyes. "I know, it's blasphemous," she said with a chuckle. "But I like the spices. It's comforting, you know?"

Jimin leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Hmm," he mused. "Maybe we could incorporate that into our menu. A chai-coffee blend."

Y/N's eyes widened. "That's genius!" she exclaimed. "It could be our signature drink."

Jimin leaned in, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "We'll call it 'Chai-mel'—a blend of chai and caramel. It'll be the perfect harmony of East meets West."

Y/N couldn't help but laugh at his pun. "That's terrible," she said, shaking her head, but her smile gave her away. "But it might just work."

Jimin's grin grew wider. "Oh, it'll be a hit," he said with mock confidence. "But only if it tastes as good as it sounds."

"So, you're saying we should taste-test it?" Y/N asked, her voice hopeful.

"It's for research," Jimin said with a wink. "We've got to make sure our signature drink lives up to the hype."

Y/N couldn't help but laugh. "Fine, we'll taste-test it," she said, scribbling down the idea in her notebook. "But only after we've nailed down the rest of the business plan."

Jimin nodded, his eyes still playfully challenging. "Deal," he said, leaning in to high-five her. "But you're buying the first round."

Y/N couldn't help but laugh, the sound echoing through the otherwise quiet coffee shop. "You drive a hard bargain," she said, slapping his hand lightly. "But fine, you're on."

The next few hours flew by as they dived into the nitty-gritty of their project, their professional dialogue gradually morphing into a playful banter that filled the space between them with an undeniable chemistry. They debated the intricacies of supply chains and the importance of social media marketing, Jimin's charm never failing to make her giggle even when she was explaining the most mundane of details.

"So, how's it having your future all planned out for you?" Y/N asked.

"It's…complicated," Jimin replied, his eyes briefly clouding over. "But let's not talk about that." He quickly changed the subject back to their project. "We need to decide on the menu, the layout of the café, the branding. What do you think about using traditional Korean ceramics for our cups?"

Y/N nodded thoughtfully. "That's a great idea," she said. "But we should also consider having some Japanese-style cups for the more… Zen customers."

"Zen customers?" Jimin repeated with a laugh. "You're really selling me on this cultural fusion concept."

"It's all about catering to the market," Y/N said with a smirk, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "And trust me, there's a whole demographic that would love sipping their coffee out of something that screams 'serenity now'."

"You're a clever one, aren't you?" Jimin said, his eyes twinkling. "Alright, 'Zen Cups' it is. But only if we can also have some funky, colorful ones for the rest of us who need a bit more pep in our lives."

"Funky, huh?" Y/N teased. "I can see you're not exactly a minimalist."

"Hey, I like to keep things interesting," Jimin said with a shrug, his smile never leaving his face. "But speaking of interesting, have you ever tried any of those fancy latte art designs?"

Y/N laughed. "No, I've always just liked my chai simple and sweet."

"Well, you're in luck," Jimin said, his eyes gleaming. "Because I know the best place on campus for latte art. They're like Picassos with milk foam."

Y/N couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at his enthusiasm. "But I have to go to work," she said, glancing at the time. "I'm supposed to be there in 15 minutes."

Jimin looked surprised. "Work?" he repeated. "You work?"

"Yeah, I have to," Y/N said with a shrug. "My parents aren't exactly thrilled with the idea of me living off of loans."

"Where?" he asked.

Y/N felt a mix of pride and trepidation. "I work at 'Curry in a Hurry', an Indian restaurant downtown."

Jimin's eyes lit up. "Indian food? I love it," he said without a hint of hesitation. "I'm actually pretty hungry, so I'll come with you."

Y/N felt a mix of surprise and pleasure. She had never brought anyone to work with her, let alone someone like Jimin. "Really?" she asked, trying to hide her excitement.

"Yeah," Jimin said, his eyes lighting up at the prospect of trying something new. "Why not? I've got to eat anyway."

Y/N couldn't believe her ears. "Ok then!" she said, her voice a mix of shock and excitement.

They gathered their things and stepped out into the crisp autumn air, their breath misting in the chilly breeze. Jimin noticed Y/N walking towards the bus stop and offered to drive her to work instead. "It's not a big deal, really," he said with a casual shrug. "I'm heading there too, after all."

Y/N hesitated, feeling a strange thrill at the prospect of being in such close quarters with him. But she also knew the distance between them was a necessary barrier. "It's okay," she said, her voice a little too bright. "The bus isn't so bad."

Jimin studied her for a moment, his expression unreadable. "Nonsense," he said firmly. "I'll drive you." He gestured to the sleek, black sports car parked nearby. "I'm literally going to the same place."

Y/N's eyes widened at the sight of the car. It was the kind of vehicle that she had only ever seen in magazines or driven by the most popular kids on campus—those born with silver spoons in their mouths. "Okay," she said, trying to play it cool despite the butterflies in her stomach. She slid into the passenger seat, her eyes taking in the pristine leather interior and the faint smell of Jimin's cologne.

As they drove, Y/N felt a strange mix of excitement and vulnerability. Jimin's casual confidence was intoxicating, yet she couldn't help but feel like she didn't quite belong in his world. She had always been the studious type, content with her small circle of friends and her part-time job at the restaurant. The idea of being seen with someone so popular was both thrilling and slightly terrifying.

But Jimin seemed unfazed by the differences between them, chatting away about his favorite Indian dishes and asking her questions about her job. His interest was genuine, and she found herself relaxing into the conversation, sharing stories about her family's recipes and the quirky regulars at 'Curry in a Hurry'.

"So, what's the secret to working and going to college at the same time?" he asked, his eyes on the road as they navigated through the bustling streets.

Y/N leaned back in her seat, a wry smile playing on her lips. "Lots of chai," she admitted. "And a very understanding boss."

Jimin laughed, his eyes flicking to her briefly before returning to the road. "Seriously, though," he said. "How do you manage it?"

"It's just what I've always done," Y/N replied, her voice a little softer than she had intended. "I don't know any other way, really."

"You're pretty amazing for juggling so much."

Y/N glanced at Jimin, surprised by his compliment. "Thanks, but it's just what I have to do," she replied, feeling a blush creep up her neck. "It must not be easy for you, either."

"What do you mean?" Jimin asked, his eyes still on the road.

"Well, you know," Y/N began, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. "Having all this… pressure from your family. It can't be easy."

Jimin's grip on the steering wheel tightened for a brief second before relaxing. "It's not all bad," he said, his voice carefully measured. "But sometimes it feels like I'm just going through the motions."

Y/N studied his profile, the strong lines of his jaw and the furrow in his brow. She could see the weight of his family's expectations etched into his very being. "What would you do if you weren't taking over the company?" she asked, her curiosity genuine.

Jimin said, "I've always loved the company. It's the dating part that's frustrating."

Y/N turned to him, "What do they make you do?"

Jimin's smile was sad. "They set me up with these… girls," he said, his voice trailing off. "They're all beautiful, successful, but it feels so forced. Like I'm just checking off a list of criteria rather than finding someone I actually click with."

Y/N felt a pang of sympathy. "That sounds terrible," she said gently.

Jimin continued, "And the girls are super touchy-feely in public, like it's all for show," he said with a sigh. "They know nothing about me, and I know nothing about them. They always force themselves on me and I feel so uncomfortable. I hate touching people I don't know well and like."

Y/N nodded in understanding, remembering that Jimin didn't like physical contact. She wouldn't touch him without his permission. "Jimin, I'm so sorry. That's awful."

He gave a nonchalant shrug. "It's just part of my life," Jimin said, his eyes never leaving the road.

Y/N felt the urge to reach out and comfort him but refrained, remembering his discomfort with unsolicited touch. "It doesn't have to be," she said softly. "You can still make your own choices."

Jimin glanced at her, his eyes searching hers for a brief moment. "It's not that simple," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "But thanks for saying that."

They arrived at 'Curry in a Hurry' in no time, the bright neon sign flickering in the early evening gloom. The restaurant was a small, cozy place, nestled between a thrift store and a laundromat. The smells of spices and sizzling onions wafted through the air, and the sound of Bollywood music floated out of the open door.

Y/N felt a swell of pride as Jimin stepped out of the car. "This is it," she said, gesturing towards the restaurant.

Jimin took in the colorful exterior, the vibrant decorations, and the mouthwatering aromas that danced in the air. "It looks comfy," he said, his eyes lighting up.

Y/N felt a strange mix of pride and embarrassment. "Yeah, it's homey," she said, leading the way to the back entrance. "Let me grab an apron and I'll show you around."

The kitchen was a flurry of activity, with pots bubbling and spatulas sizzling. The air was thick with the smell of garlic and cumin, making Jimin's stomach rumble. He watched as Y/N slipped into her apron with an ease that spoke of hours of practice. She moved around the kitchen with grace, her hands a blur of motion as she chopped vegetables and stirred sauces.

"So, make me something." he said, "I'm still here to eat, after all."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise. "You want me to cook for you? Why not ask the experienced chefs? I usually just take orders and help out whenever they need me."

"Because," Jimin said with a playful smirk, "I want you to."

Y/N felt a blush creeping up her neck. She had never cooked for anyone outside of her family before. But the way he looked at her, with those warm, encouraging eyes, made her want to try. "Okay, then," she said, her voice a bit shaky. "But don't say I didn't warn you."

Jimin took a seat at the counter, watching as Y/N moved around the kitchen with surprising grace. She was like a dancer, weaving between the pots and pans, her hands deftly chopping and stirring. He felt a strange sense of comfort just being there, a stark contrast to the chaotic life he led outside of these four walls.

"How about some butter chicken?" Y/N called over the noise of the kitchen. "It's one of the most popular dishes."

Jimin nodded eagerly. "Sounds perfect."

Y/N's hands worked quickly, mixing spices and simmering the sauce. She could feel Jimin's eyes on her, and she hoped she wasn't making a fool of herself. The kitchen was hot and hectic, but she had always found comfort in the familiar routine of cooking. As she plated the food, she couldn't help but add a little extra love to his portion.

When she placed the steaming plate in front of him, his eyes widened in delight. "This smells amazing," he said, leaning in to take a bite. Y/N held her breath, waiting for his verdict.

Jimin's eyes closed as he savored the flavors, a small moan escaping his lips. "This is… incredible," he murmured. "How do you do this?"

Y/N couldn't help but beam at the praise. "It's something I picked up from my mom," she said, feeling a warmth spread through her chest.

"Your mom must be an amazing cook," Jimin said, taking another bite.

Y/N's smile grew wider as she watched him enjoy the food she had made with her own hands. "She's the best," she said with a fond look in her eyes. "But I think I've got a knack for it too."

"You're not kidding," Jimin said, his eyes lighting up with every bite. "This is seriously the best thing I've ever had."

Y/N felt a swell of pride in her chest. "Thank you," she said, her cheeks reddening. "Can I try some?"

Jimin slid the plate closer to her with a smirk. "Only if you promise to make it for me again," he said, his eyes twinkling.

Y/N rolled her eyes, but she couldn't resist taking a bite. The butter chicken was indeed delicious—rich, creamy, and just the right amount of spicy. She felt a strange sense of satisfaction seeing Jimin's enjoyment. It was like she had shared a piece of herself with him, and he had accepted it with open arms.

But as she took a second bite, a dribble of gravy escaped her mouth and landed on her bottom lip. She wiped at it quickly with the napkin, hoping he hadn't noticed. But Jimin's gaze was on her, his eyes locked on the spot of gravy. Without a word, he reached over and gently rubbed his thumb against her lip, wiping it away.

Y/N froze, the warmth of his touch sending a jolt through her. She hadn't expected such an intimate gesture, especially from someone who had just admitted his aversion to physical contact. But instead of pulling away, she found herself leaning into it, her eyes meeting his.

"Th-thank you," she stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin's thumb hovered for a moment before retreating, his eyes never leaving hers. "It's nothing," he said, his voice low and gentle. The kitchen's noise seemed to fade away, and the only sound Y/N could hear was the rapid thumping of her heart.

They sat in silence for a while, the air thick with unspoken words. Y/N took a deep breath, her eyes flickering to the clock on the wall. "Jimin," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "There's something I wanted to tell you in the car."

Jimin looked up from his plate, his expression curious. "What's that?"

Y/N took a deep breath, her heart racing. "You were talking about how your parents control your dating life, so I thought you might understand my situation," she began, her eyes darting to the floor. "My parents are…arranging my marriage."

Jimin's spoon clattered against his plate, his eyes wide with shock. "What?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes downcast. "They think it's for the best," she murmured. "He's rich, from a good family, all that stuff."

Jimin's eyes searched hers, understanding dawning in his gaze. "You don't want to marry him?" he asked gently.

Y/N took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her confession. "I don't even know him," she whispered. "He's a stranger."

Jimin's eyes searched hers, his expression a mix of shock and empathy. "You're so young. You should be dating and searching for someone you like, not marriage."

Y/N nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But it's just how things are. I've never dated."

Jimin said, "If you think about it, we're both kinda in the same boat." Y/N looked up, surprised. "What do you mean?" He took a deep breath. "My parents are always setting me up with these perfect, model-type girls, but I can't stand them. They're just…not real." Y/N felt a spark of understanding. "And I'm being forced to marry someone I''ve never even met," she finished for him. "Exactly," Jimin said with a sigh. "It's like we're both just…going through the motions."

For a moment, the kitchen's noise faded away, and all Y/N could hear was the sound of her heart pounding in her chest. "But what can we do?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Jimin took a sip of his chai, his eyes never leaving hers. "Well," he began, his tone contemplative, "we could pretend to date. Just until we figure things out."

Y/N blinked, the words taking a moment to register. "WHAT?! Pretend to date?" she echoed. "What would that solve?"

"Think about it," Jimin said, leaning in closer. "My parents would get off my back about finding the 'right' girl, and your parents would be forced to cancel your marriage after your fiance finds out you like someone else."

Y/N stared at him, her eyes wide. "But how could we pull that off?" she asked, the wheels in her mind already turning. "Your parents would never approve of me since I'm not rich and model-like."

Jimin leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. "We'd have to really prove to them that we love each other and that I would not find another girl for me," he said, tapping his chin. "They need to believe it's real."

Y/N's eyes widened. "But how do we do that?" she asked, her voice shaking with excitement and nerves. "I don't know how to be in a real relationship, let alone a fake one."

Jimin leaned closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "We'll just have to convince everyone we're perfect for each other," he said, his voice a low murmur. "We're both smart, we get along well, and we have this amazing business project together."

Y/N felt her heart race at the idea. "But what if they find out?" she whispered. "My parents would be so disappointed. My arranged marriage would be back on right away."

"They won't," Jimin assured her. "We're both good at keeping secrets. And who knows? Maybe by the time we need to come clean, we'll have found a way out of our predicaments for real."

Y/N took a deep breath, considering the absurdity of the situation. "Okay," she said finally, her voice steady. "Let's do it."

Jimin's face broke into a grin. "It'll be perfect," he said, his eyes alight with excitement. "We'll show our parents that we can make our own choices and still make them proud."

Y/N bit her lip, contemplating the gravity of what they were about to embark on. "But how do we even start?" she asked, her voice shaky.

"Easy," Jimin said with a wink. "We'll start posting pictures on social media, showing off our 'perfect' relationship. We'll go on dates, hold hands in public, maybe even share a kiss or two."

Y/N panicked, "But I don't know how to kiss. Plus you feel uncomfortable touching people, like you said in the car. We can fake date without touching, too?"

Jimin's grin softened. "I…I'll try for you," he said, his voice earnest. "We can start slow."

"Okay," Y/N nodded, feeling a little better. "We can take it step by step."

"Exactly," Jimin said, leaning back in his chair, a plan forming in his mind. "First things first, we need to make this look convincing."

Y/N nodded, her palms slightly damp. "So, where do we start?"

"First, we need to be seen together. Posting on social media will happen after that." Jimin said, his eyes scanning the room. "Let's start with a simple coffee date tomorrow, somewhere public but not too crowded."

Y/N nodded, her mind racing with the details. "But what if someone sees us and tells my parents?" she worried, her hands clutching the edge of the counter.

Jimin's smile was reassuring. "Don't worry, no one will tell. We'll introduce our relationship to your parents only if your marriage gets really close."

Y/N felt a jolt of nerves at the thought of deceiving her parents. "But what if they don't like you?"

Jimin chuckled. "Everyone likes me. Plus, I'm rich."

Y/N couldn't argue with that logic. "True. Ok, deal."

The next day, they met up after their classes at 'The Bean Counter', a trendy coffee shop that was a popular spot among college students. The walls were lined with chalkboard menus, and the faint scent of freshly ground beans mingled with the aroma of baked goods. Jimin's sports car pulled up outside, and Y/N couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement as she climbed in.

They ordered their drinks—a chai latte for her and a caramel macchiato for him—and found a table by the window. As they sat down, Y/N couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious, acutely aware of the glances they were drawing from the other patrons. She smoothed down her baggy sweater, a nervous habit she hadn't realized she had.

Jimin noticed her discomfort. "Relax," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "We're just two people having coffee."

Y/N took a deep breath and nodded, trying to ignore the stares.

They sat in silence, sipping their drinks.

Y/N's heart hammered in her chest, the warmth of the chai doing little to dispel the nerves that had taken up residence. She glanced around the bustling coffee shop, feeling the weight of the eyes on them. It was clear they were the topic of whispers and speculation. Jimin seemed unfazed, his eyes on the steaming cup in front of him, a slight smile playing on his lips as he took a sip of his macchiato.

Y/N took a deep breath and placed her hand on the cold tabletop. "Jimin, we're going to have to be more convincing," she whispered. "People are watching."

Jimin followed her gaze, noticing the curious stares. He set down his cup and reached for her hand, his touch light and tentative. The moment their skin met, Y/N's breath hitched. The simple gesture felt like a jolt of electricity, and she realized how much she had been craving this small sign of affection.

They held hands on the table, their eyes locking for a brief second before they both turned away, pretending to be lost in their drinks. Y/N felt the heat from his hand seep into her skin, warming her from the inside out. It was strange, but she liked it.

"You okay?" she asked, her voice quivering slightly.

Jimin looked up from his drink, his expression unreadable. "Yeah," he said, his thumb brushing the back of her hand in a gentle caress. "It actually feels good."

Y/N's eyes searched his, looking for any sign of discomfort. "Really?"

Jimin nodded, his grip tightening slightly. "Yeah," he said, his voice a little rougher than before. "Your hands are nice. Maybe this fake dating thing won't be so hard."

Y/N couldn't help but smile at his attempt to lighten the mood. "Okay," she said, her voice a little shakier than she had intended. "But if you ever feel uncomfortable, just tell me, and I'll let go."

Jimin's thumb stilled for a moment before he nodded. "I'll keep that in mind," he said, his eyes holding hers. "We look really convincing. Some people are taking pictures."

Y/N glanced around nervously, spotting a few phones being held up by eager onlookers. "That's good," she murmured, her heart racing.

"Let's get going," Jimin said with a smirk, standing up. "We've made our point."

Y/N nodded, her cheeks flushed. She slid her hand out of his, feeling the sudden coldness in its absence. "Yeah, I guess we have."

Jimin chuckled and stood up, dropping a few bills on the table. "You can keep holding my hand," he said, holding out his hand to help her up. "I'll drive you home."

Y/N took his hand, her heart racing. "Ok," she said.

They walked out of the coffee shop, their hands intertwined. Jimin opened the door of his sports car for her, the engine purring softly. As they drove through the city, the setting sun painted the sky a fiery orange, casting long shadows across the road. The radio played a soft, melodic K-pop song that Y/N recognized from one of her favorite playlists.

"So," Jimin said, breaking the comfortable silence, "What do you think about our first date?"

"It was so awkward," she said, "I like just hanging out with you better."

Jimin chuckled. "Same," he admitted. "But we have to keep up appearances." Y/N nodded as the reality of their situation sank in. "I know," she said, her voice barely audible over the music. "What social media posts were you saying we'd do after the date?"

"We'll start with a simple photo," Jimin said, his eyes on the road. "Something casual, but with enough contact to get the message across."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "Like a hand-holding selfie?"

"Exactly," Jimin said, glancing at her.

Y/N felt a mix of excitement and dread. She had never taken a selfie with a boy before, let alone one that was supposed to be for the whole world to see. "Okay," she agreed, trying to sound more confident than she felt.

They pulled up to her house, the quaint, two-story building looking even smaller in comparison to Jimin's sleek sports car. He turned off the engine, and they sat in the quiet of the evening, the only sound the ticking of the cooling engine.

"So, what's the plan?" Y/N asked, breaking the silence. "For the photos?"

Jimin said, "I'll take it right now."

Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath as Jimin took out his phone. She placed her hand in his, the warmth of his skin sending a comforting warmth through her. He angled the phone between them, his thumb hovering over the camera button.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N nodded, her heart racing as she took a deep breath. Jimin leaned closer, his hand wrapping around hers tighter. For a moment, she forgot about the camera, about the plan, about everything except for the way he was looking at her. His gaze was so intense, so focused on her, that she felt like she was the only person in the world.

He snapped the photo, and she blinked, the moment breaking. She pulled her hand away, feeling the coldness seep back in. Jimin studied the image on his phone, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"Perfect," he said, his eyes meeting hers. "This will definitely throw them off."

Y/N steps out of the car, clutching her bag tightly to her chest. She glances back at Jimin, his handsome profile outlined by the soft glow of the car's interior lights. He gives her a nod before driving off, leaving her standing in the driveway with the echoes of the engine fading into the night.

In her room, Y/N can't shake the feeling of Jimin's hand in hers. She lies in bed, the photo they took on repeat in her mind—his strong hand holding hers, their eyes locked. It seemed so real, yet was so fake. They were friends.

The next morning, Y/N wakes up to the persistent buzzing of her phone. She reaches over, squinting at the screen, and sees a barrage of notifications. She opens Instagram to find the photo Jimin had posted—them holding hands with a heartfelt caption. To her shock, it's already garnered thousands of likes and comments, and it's been reposted by various fan accounts. Her heart races as she reads through the comments, a mix of excitement and doubt swirling in her stomach.

But as she scrolls down, she notices the hate. People criticizing her for being with him, calling her a gold-digger, a charity case. Her heart sinks with each cruel word, the weight of their judgement heavy on her chest. She had never experienced this kind of attention before, and it's not the kind she had ever wanted. But she reminds herself that it's all for the sake of their ruse.

Y/N takes a deep breath, willing herself not to cry. She had agreed to this. It wasn't real, just a ploy to keep their families at bay. But the sting of the words still cuts deep, especially since she had always been so self-conscious about her appearance and social status. She knew she didn't fit into Jimin's glamorous world, but she had hoped that maybe, just maybe, their friendship could be the exception.

With a heavy heart, she gets ready for school, pulling on her favorite baggy sweater and a pair of worn-out jeans. She doesn't bother with makeup, letting her dark circles and nerdy glasses be the main focus of her look. She tells herself that it's all for the best, that the less attention they draw, the better.

Y/N walks into the bustling school hallway, her head up, trying to avoid the whispers and glances that follow her. She can feel the shift in the atmosphere around her, the subtle ways people treat her differently now that she's "dating" the school's most eligible bachelor. It's a strange mix of envy and pity, and she's not sure which one she hates more.

Her eyes scan the crowd, searching for the familiar face she's been dreading and craving all at once. And then she hears it—her name, shouted over the din. She turns around, and there he is, Jimin, striding towards her with a smile that reaches his eyes.

"Y/N!" he calls out, his voice cutting through the chatter.

Her heart skips a beat as she turns around to face him. He's wearing a simple black t-shirt and jeans, looking as gorgeous as ever, his dark hair styled to perfection. He's holding a bouquet of roses, which he presents to her with a flourish.

"Good morning," he says, his smile bright.

"Morning," Y/N responds, trying to keep her voice steady. She takes the roses, feeling the velvety petals against her skin. "Thank you."

Jimin's smile widens as he takes her hand in his, his grip firm yet gentle. "Let's go," he says, leading her through the throng of students.

Y/N's heart races as they walk side by side, his hand in hers, feeling the warmth and strength that she didn't know she craved. It feels surprisingly natural, as if they've been doing it for years. "You're good at this. Everyone thinks its real," she murmurs, trying to keep the nerves out of her voice.

Jimin shrugs, his eyes flicking to their intertwined fingers. "It's easy when you're with someone like you," he says, his voice low enough that only she can hear.

Y/N feels a blush creep up her cheeks. "Did you see the comments on your post?" she asks, trying to keep her voice even.

Jimin nods, his grip on her hand tightening briefly. "Some of them," he admits. "But it's all shit."

Y/N can't help but laugh, the tension in her shoulders easing a bit. "Thanks," she says, her voice filled with genuine warmth.

As they settle into their seats in the business class, she glances over at Jimin, who's already engrossed in their project notes. She tries to focus on her notes, but her gaze keeps drifting back to him. The way he taps his pen against his bottom lip when he's thinking, the furrow in his brow when he's concentrating—it's all so…distracting.

"Hey, Jimin," Y/N says, her voice low enough to not draw attention. "Could I…uh, take a picture of you for my wallpaper? You know, for the fake dating."

Jimin looks up, his brows furrowed. "Wallpaper?"

Y/N nods, trying to hide her embarrassment. "Yeah, for my phone," she clarifies. "You know, to make it look like we're actually into each other."

Jimin pauses, his eyes searching hers for a moment before he smirks. "Alright," he says, leaning back in his chair. "But only if you promise to use the best one."

Y/N nods, eagerly pulling out her phone. She snaps a few photos of him, Jimin's smile growing more relaxed with each click. His eyes never leave hers, the intensity of his gaze making her stomach flutter. She chooses one where the light hits his face just right, highlighting the sharp angles of his jawline and the crinkles around his eyes. She sets it as her lock screen and shows it to him.

"Perfect," he murmurs, his eyes lingering on the image before looking back up at her. "Now everyone will know how much you love looking at my face."

Y/N rolls her eyes playfully, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "It's for the ruse, remember?" she says, tucking her phone away.

"Yeah, I know," Jimin says with a sigh, turning his focus to the project notes. "Let me take one of you. For my phone."

Y/N's cheeks warm at the suggestion. "Okay," she murmurs. She watches as Jimin fiddles with the camera settings, his thumb brushing against her knuckles as he takes a few shots. She tries to keep her face neutral, not wanting to give anything away. But inside, her heart is racing like a wildfire.

"Smile," Jimin whispers, his eyes never leaving the screen.

Y/N's eyes dart around the classroom, making sure no one is looking. She forces a smile, feeling ridiculous. "Like this?"

Jimin nods, his gaze intent on the camera. "You're so cute," he whispers. "Now, hold still."

Y/N's cheeks burn as she stares at the screen, watching the image of herself blur as she fidgets. "Jimin, seriously, I can't," she protests, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin snaps a picture. Y/N looks completely shy and red, her smile forced and eyes wide, but somehow it's adorable. He saves the image as his wallpaper, whispering, "Now I have something to remember you by."

The next week, the whispers grew louder, the glances more pointed. The rumor mill churned out the latest gossip: Jimin and Y/N's relationship was on the rocks. All they ever did was hold hands. No hugs, no kisses, no real affection. It was all for show, everyone said.

Jimin and Y/N sat in the backseat of his car after school in the parking lot. Y/N sat beside him, feeling the weight of the rumors crushing her. She knew it wasn't real, but it stung. "They're saying we're going to break up," she murmured, staring at the floor.

Jimin said, "I know," he said, his jaw tightening. "I think its time we step it up. We will have to eventually for my parents."

Y/N nodded, her heart racing. "But what about your touch aversion?"

Jimin took a deep breath, holding her hand, "We'll take it slow," he said, his voice firm. "We'll figure out what I'm comfortable with."

Y/N nodded, looking into his eyes. "Okay," she whispered, feeling a knot in her stomach. She didn't want to push him, but she also didn't want people to think their relationship was a sham.

Jimin leaned in closer, his hand hovering over her waist. "Ready?" he asked, his voice low and steady.

Y/N took a deep breath, her heart racing. "Yes," she responded.

Jimin leaned in, his hand landing gently on her waist. The touch was feather-light, and she felt the warmth of his hand through her sweater. "That feels good," he murmured.

Y/N's eyes searched his, looking for any sign of discomfort. "Does it feel ok?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin nodded slowly. "Yeah," he said, his eyes never leaving hers.

He leaned in and before she could react, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a gentle hug. Y/N's breath hitched as she felt the warmth of his body against hers, the scent of his cologne mingling with the faint smell of the coffee shop. It was a strange feeling, one she hadn't expected from their agreement.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice muffled against his chest.

"Hugging you," Jimin said simply, his arms tightening around her. "It's what people in relationships do."

Y/N's heart was racing. "Ok," she breathed, her voice shaky. "As long as you're comfortable with it."

Jimin's hand slid up her back, his touch tentative yet firm. "I am," he murmured, his breath tickling her ear. "It feels really good actually. Everything feels so much better with you."

Y/N's eyes widened as she felt his arms tighten around her. She had never been hugged like this before—with such care and intention. It was as if he was trying to convey something through his embrace, something more than just friendship. She wrapped her arms around him, her cheek pressing into the soft fabric of his shirt. For a moment, she let herself believe that this could be real, that she wasn't just playing a role in his life.

"You're so soft." Jimin whispered, his voice vibrating through her.

Y/N's eyes widened, surprised by his sudden affection. "Umph" she mumbled, her voice muffled by his shirt.

Jimin smiled and slowly backed out of the hug until they were both sitting awkwardly on their seats again. "I can start doing that in public," he said, his voice a little hoarse.

Y/N nodded, trying to calm her racing heart. "Sounds good," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It'll get rid of the breakup rumors."

Jimin nodded. "We'll start with the hug," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "And we'll build from there."

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "Okay," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "Let's do this."

The next day at school, the whispers and glances grew more intense. As she walked down the hallway, a group of mean girls stepped into her path, their eyes narrowed.

"So, Y/N," the head cheerleader, a blonde with a sharp tongue, said with a sneer. "You really think you can land a catch like Jimin?"

Y/N's heart sank. She had hoped to avoid this confrontation, but the whispers had turned into a crescendo of accusations and snickers that followed her like a shadow. She clutched her books tightly to her chest, her eyes downcast.

"Look at her," the blonde sneered, her voice carrying down the hall. "Thinks she's all high and mighty just because she's hanging off of Jimin's arm."

Y/N felt her face flush as the words hit her like a slap. She knew she wasn't pretty enough, rich enough, or cool enough for Jimin, but hearing it from them was like a knife twisting in her gut.

"What's your game, Y/N?" one of the girls jeered, her voice echoing in the hallway. "You think you can just waltz in here and steal him from us?"

Y/N's eyes remained on the floor, her cheeks burning. She knew she didn't stand a chance with Jimin in real life, but she never expected this kind of backlash. "It's not like that," she mumbled, her voice barely audible.

Suddenly, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist, and a warm presence settled beside her. She glanced over her shoulder to see Jimin standing there, his arms around her, his eyes fixed on the group of mean girls.

"Hi, baby," he said, his voice smooth as silk.

Y/N stiffened for a second, then leaned into his embrace, her heart racing. "Hi," she whispered, trying to ignore the smug smiles on the cheerleaders' faces.

"What's going on here?" Jimin's voice was cool, his grip on her waist firm.

The blonde rolled her eyes. "Nothing, Jimin," she said sweetly. "We were just giving Y/N some friendly advice about how to keep a guy like you interested."

Jimin's grip on Y/N tightened. "I think she's got that covered," he said, his voice icy. "Now, if you'll excuse us."

The blonde's smile faltered, and she took a step back. "Whatever," she said, flipping her hair. "You'll see. She's not even pretty enough to be with you."

Y/N felt a surge of anger, but before she could say anything, Jimin was already speaking. "Shut the fuck up," he said, his voice cold and hard, cutting through the hallway chatter like a knife. The blonde's eyes widened, and she left with a scoff, surprised by his sudden aggression.

He turned to Y/N, his arms still around her waist. "You're not just beautiful," he said, his voice softening. "You're fucking gorgeous. Inside and out. I know this is fake, but that's real."

"Don't let anyone tell you otherwise," he continued, his eyes searching hers. "You're smart, you're kind, and you're one of the most amazing people I've ever met. You don't need to change a thing for me, or anyone else."

Y/N felt the tears prick at the corners of her eyes. "But Jimin, they're right," she whispered. "I don't wear fancy clothes or makeup or anything. I'm so ordinary and you're amazing. I don't deserve you, even as a friend."

Jimin's expression grew serious. "You deserve more than anyone to be happy," he said, his thumb rubbing small circles on her lower back. "And if they can't see that, then they're the ones with the problem. Not you."

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat, trying to keep the tears at bay. "Thank you," she whispered.

Jimin's arms tightened around her, his hand continuing to rub circles on her lower back. "You're welcome," he said, his voice gentle.

Jimin grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face down to his chest for a tight embrace. The warmth from his body and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her cheek made her feel safe.

"You don't have to listen to them," he murmured into her hair. "You're more than enough."

Y/N's eyes fluttered closed as she leaned into the comfort of his embrace. His heartbeat was steady and reassuring against her ear, a stark contrast to the erratic rhythm of her own. "You're the best, Jimin. I really lucky to have you as a fake boyfriend."

Jimin chuckled, the vibration resonating through her. "And I'm lucky to have you as a fake girlfriend," he said, his breath warm against her hair.

The following week, Jimin took the next step in their plan. They were both in the parking lot in front of his car after school. It was empty since people had already left. "Y/N," he began, his voice low and serious, "We need to practice."

"Practice what?" she asked, her eyes wide behind her glasses.

"Kissing," Jimin said, his voice even. "It's the next logical step in convincing everyone this is real."

Y/N's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. "K-kissing?" she stuttered, her eyes wide.

"Yeah," Jimin nodded, his expression serious. "If we want this to be believable, we can't just jump into it. We need to practice, especially since you've never done it."

Y/N's heart was hammering in her chest. "Ok," she whispered, her voice shaking. "When do you want to start?"

Jimin leaned back against his car, his expression contemplative. "How about now?"

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "Now?" she repeated, her voice squeaking.

Jimin nodded. "We might as well," he said, his voice calm. "You ready?"

Y/N took a deep breath and nodded, her heart racing. She had never been kissed before, and the thought of doing it with Jimin—even if it was just for show—was both terrifying and exhilarating. She stepped closer to him, her knees feeling like jelly. "Okay," she whispered.

Jimin took her waist in his hands, his thumbs tracing the contours of her hipbones. "We're going to go slow," he assured her, his eyes searching hers. "Just relax and follow my lead."

Y/N nodded, her breath shallow. She had read about kissing in books and seen it in movies, but she had never experienced it. The thought of doing it with Jimin—even if it was all for their act—was making her stomach flip. "Okay," she murmured, her eyes fluttering shut.

"Keep your eyes closed," he instructed, his voice gentle. "And just relax."

Y/N nodded, her eyes squeezed shut. She could feel the warmth of Jimin's breath on her face as he leaned closer.

"Now," he whispered.

Y/N felt the gentle press of Jimin's lips against hers, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through her entire body. His lips were soft and warm, moving with a gentle confidence that made her feel safe and cherished. He tasted faintly of mint, his breath mingling with hers in the cool autumn air. The kiss was chaste and innocent, yet it held a promise of something more, something she hadn't even allowed herself to dream of.

As they pulled away, she kept her eyes closed, afraid to break the spell. "Was that okay?" she murmured, her voice trembling.

Jimin nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "It was a good start," he said, his voice low and husky. "But you can do better."

Y/N's eyes snapped open, meeting his gaze. "Tell me what to do." she said, her voice shaky.

Jimin leaned in, his eyes locked on hers. "Just relax," he murmured, his voice a gentle command. "Let me show you."

He took her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing against her cheekbones. "Kissing isn't just about the physical act," he explained, his breath warm against her skin. "It's about connecting, about feeling each other out."

Y/N nodded, her eyes half open.

"First," Jimin said, his voice a whisper against her lips, "You have to breathe."

Y/N felt his breath mingling with her own, shallow and uneven. She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

"Good," Jimin murmured, his thumbs brushing the corners of her mouth. "Now, part your lips."

Y/N felt her cheeks flush even hotter as she did as he instructed, her heart thundering in her chest. She felt his breath on her lips again, this time even closer.

"Good," he whispered. "Now, let's try it again. This time, I'll kiss you, but I want you to kiss me back."

Y/N's pulse quickened as Jimin's eyes searched hers, looking for consent. She asked, "How do I kiss you back?"

"Try to mimic my movements," Jimin said, his eyes never leaving hers as he leaned in closer. His voice was low and steady, like a guide leading her through uncharted waters. "When I press my lips to yours, just respond naturally. It's all about feeling."

He pressed his lips to hers again, and this time, Y/N tentatively parted her own, feeling the softness of his tongue brushing against her lower lip. It was gentle, yet the sensation sent a shiver down her spine. She gasped, and Jimin pulled back slightly. "Are you okay?"

Y/N nodded, her eyes still closed, trying to process the new sensation. "Keep going," she murmured.

Jimin's lips met hers again, this time with more purpose. His tongue slipped between her parted lips, and she gasped at the sudden intimacy. He guided her, his movements slow and deliberate, teaching her the rhythm of a kiss. She felt his hands tighten around her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together. The world around them melted away, leaving only the sound of their mingling breaths and the beating of their hearts.

"You're a natural," he whispered against her mouth. "Let's go at your pace."

Y/N nodded, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. She felt a surge of warmth spread through her body, and she leaned into the kiss, her hands tentatively reaching up to rest on his shoulders. Jimin's eyes searched hers, a hint of surprise and admiration in his gaze. "Good," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "Just like that."

Their kiss grew deeper, more intense with every passing second. Jimin's hands slid from her waist to the small of her back, his fingers weaving into her hair, guiding her closer. Y/N's hands roamed up his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palms. She kissed him back more confidence as she felt him respond. His touch was gentle but firm, and she melted into it, losing herself in the moment.

Without breaking the kiss, Jimin pushed her back against the cold metal of his car, his body pressing into hers. Y/N gasped, her eyes flying open in surprise. "Trust me," he whispered, his voice husky.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her slightly before lowering her down onto the hood of the car. She let out a soft sound of surprise, but didn't pull away. "Is this okay?" he murmured against her lips, his eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation.

"Yeah," she breathed, her eyes fluttering shut again as she felt the cold metal against her back.

Jimin took that as his cue and deepened the kiss, his other hand cupping her cheek. Y/N felt a thrill run through her as he kissed her with a passion that she hadn't felt in any of their previous kisses. It was as if he had been holding back, and now that they were here, he was letting go of his inhibitions.

"Jimin," she whispered, breaking away to catch her breath. Her heart was racing, and she felt like she was on the edge of something she didn't quite understand.

He leaned back, his eyes searching hers. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice a mix of concern and excitement.

Y/N nodded, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "I'm fine," she said, her voice a little shaky. "I think that's enough practice for today. My lips are numb."

Jimin chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Ok," he said, his thumb brushing her swollen lower lip. "As we practice, you'll get more used to it."

He got off the hood of the car and helped Y/N up.

Jimin couldn't help but stare at her as she straightened her glasses and tugged at her shirt. The redness in her cheeks, the way her hair had fallen out of its usually neat bun and was now a wild mess around her face, the slight swell of her lips that were a shade darker from their kisses—it was all too adorable. He hadn't meant to get so carried away, but when she had leaned into him with that fiery passion, it was like someone had flipped a switch he didn't know existed.

He took a step closer, his gaze never leaving hers. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Look at you."

Y/N blushed even harder, trying to smooth down her hair. "What?" she asked, her voice small.

Jimin's eyes trailed over her, taking in the disheveled state of her clothes and the way her glasses had slid down her nose slightly. "You're so cute," he said, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk.

Y/N's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red. "I-I'm not," she protested, her hands flying to her hair in an attempt to tame the wild strands.

Jimin chuckled, reaching out to ruffle her hair gently. "You are," he said, his voice filled with affection.

Y/N swatted his hand away playfully, trying to compose herself. "I look like a mess," she muttered, still feeling the heat of their kisses on her skin.

Jimin's smirk grew wider. "You look beautiful," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But if you say so." He leaned in and gently ruffled her hair again, making it even more chaotic.

"Jimin!" Y/N squealed, batting his hand away. She couldn't help but smile, though. It was strange, feeling so… desired. "Stop it!"

"Fine!" He suddenly leaned in and gave her a peck on her lips, a playful glint in his eyes as he stepped back. "I'll drop you home."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, her hand flying to her mouth. "Jimin!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and delight. "I thought you hated touching me."

Jimin smirked as he opened the passenger door of his sleek black sedan. "It's different with you," he said, his voice low and warm. "You're my friend. We relate. You understand me."

Y/N nodded, still feeling a little light-headed from the kiss. She slid into the luxurious leather seat, the scent of Jimin's cologne filling the car. "We do," she said, trying to keep her voice even.

Jimin climbed into the driver's seat, his movements fluid and graceful. He started the engine, and the car purred to life. "Ready to go?" he asked, glancing over at her.

Y/N nodded, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. "Yeah," she said.

The next day, as the final bell rang, Jimin turned to Y/N, his eyes filled with anticipation. "Ready for round two?" he asked, his voice playful.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. She had been thinking about the kiss in the parking lot all day, replaying it in her mind. "Yeah," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "But we should go to my place this time."

Jimin raised an eyebrow. "Your place?"

Y/N nodded, feeling a little nervous. "My parents are away," she said, her voice a whisper. "They're on a work trip."

Jimin's eyes lit up, and he couldn't hide the excitement in his voice. "Perfect," he said, grabbing his backpack. "Let's go."

They drove to Y/N's quiet small house in comfortable silence, the tension building with each passing minute. As they pulled up to the curb, Y/N took a deep breath. "Okay," she said, unbuckling her seatbelt. "Here it is."

They enter the house and Y/N's eyes scan the living room, ensuring everything is in its place. She turns to Jimin with a slightly nervous smile. "Make yourself at home," she says, gesturing to the couch.

Jimin sets his bag down and takes a seat, his gaze never leaving hers. "Where do you want to start?" he asks, his voice low and steady.

Y/N swallows hard, her heart racing. "We can just use this couch." she suggests.

Jimin nods and she sits down next to him, her hands fidgeting in her lap. "Okay," she says, taking a deep breath. "Let's start with a review of last time."

Jimin leans in, his eyes locked on hers. "I liked last time," he murmurs, his voice low and intimate. "But I want to see if we can take it to the next level today."

Y/N nods, her heart racing. "Okay," she whispers, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Jimin leans in again, his eyes locked on hers. This time, his kiss is more assertive, his hands moving from her waist to cup her cheeks, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin just below her ears. He parts her lips with his tongue, exploring her mouth with gentle strokes that make her shiver. His touch is like fire, igniting a passion within her that she never knew existed.

Y/N kisses him back with a newfound aggression, her tongue meeting his in an intimate dance. Jimin groans, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. He whispers against her lips, "That's it," as his grip tightens, his thumbs tracing the outline of her jaw.

The kiss grows more intense, Jimin's tongue delving deeper into her mouth. She can't believe she's doing this, that she's kissing Jimin like this, but she can't stop. She's lost in the sensation, the warmth of his body, the taste of him.

He pulls away for a moment, his eyes searching hers. "More," he whispers, his voice hoarse with need. "Use your hands."

Y/N nods, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She brings a tentative hand up to his cheek, her eyes wide. "Is this okay?" she asks, her voice shaky.

"More than okay," he murmurs, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip. "You're doing great."

Y/N feels a thrill at his words and brings her other hand up to cradle the back of his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair. Jimin's kisses grow more demanding, his hands sliding into her hair, cupping the back of her head. The kiss deepens, their breaths mingling in the quiet room, the only sound their muffled moans.

"Jimin," she whispers, breaking away for a brief moment to catch her breath. He kisses along her jawline, his teeth grazing her skin before he nibbles at her earlobe.

"Yeah?" he asks, his voice a seductive murmur.

\She leans into him, her eyes fluttering shut as he nibbles on her earlobe.

Jimin's lips travel from her ear to the sensitive skin of her neck, kissing and nipping gently. The sensation sends a shiver down her spine, making her gasp. His touch is like a brand, leaving a trail of heat wherever he goes. Y/N's hands tighten on his shoulders, her nails digging in slightly. "Jimin," she whispers, her voice breathy.

His teeth graze her neck, making her arch her back, her head falling to the side to give him better access. He sucks lightly on the pulse point at the base of her neck, eliciting a soft moan from her. She feels like she's melting into the couch, her body responding to him in ways she never knew it could. "Jimin," she says again, her voice a plea.

He pulls back, his eyes dark with desire. "What is it, Y/N?"

Her heart races. "Do you think I'm good enough at kissing now to show your parents?"

Jimin laughs softly. "You're more than good enough, Y/N."

Y/N's eyes widen. "Really?"

Jimin nods, a smirk playing on his lips. "They're coming back from their business trip next week," he says. "I want to introduce you to them. We're doing pretty well with this whole 'fake relationship' thing."

Y/N's eyes widen in surprise. "Why so soon?"

"They're making me restart my blind dates with rich girls when they return," Jimin says, his thumb stroking her cheek. "And I hate it. But if we can show them we're serious, maybe they'll cancel them. That was the whole point of our fake relationship, right?"

Y/N nods, her heart racing. "Yeah."

Jimin smiles at her, his eyes warm and affectionate. "Good. Now, let's talk wardrobe," he says, his tone shifting to one of excitement. "You can't meet the parents looking like a college student who just rolled out of bed."

Y/N looks down at her baggy sweatshirt and leggings, feeling a little self-conscious. "I don't have anything fancy," she admits.

Jimin stands up, a mischievous glint in his eye. "That's what shopping is for," he says, taking her hand. "Come on, let's go to my favorite store."

Y/N blinks, a little overwhelmed but also excited. She's never been to an expensive boutique before. Jimin's hand is warm and reassuring in hers as they walk into the luxurious store. The smell of leather and expensive fabrics fills her nose, making her feel both intimidated and thrilled. "Jimin," she says, her eyes wide as they walk through the racks of designer clothes. "This is…"

"Perfect," Jimin interrupts her, his eyes scanning the store with the ease of someone who's been here countless times. "Trust me, Y/N. I know exactly what to pick for you."

Y/N feels a mix of excitement and anxiety as they start sifting through the racks. Jimin selects a stunning red dress that clings to her curves and makes her look like a goddess. He holds it up against her, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "This is it," he says with confidence. "This will knock their socks off."

"Its too much." Y/N says, pointing to her simple college outfit.

"You're doing this for me. The least I can do is buy you a dress." Jimin says, before pulling her in for a peck on the lips.

Y/N can't help but smile, feeling a flutter in her stomach. "Okay," she says, allowing him to take the dress to the fitting room.

Once inside, she slips it on, feeling the silky fabric against her skin. Looking in the mirror, she feels insecure, the dress clinging to her body in a way her usual baggy clothes never do. "Jimin, I don't know if I can do this," she calls out, her voice quivering.

"You're stunning in whatever you wear," Jimin says from outside the fitting room. He's holding a pair of heels over the door that she would never dare to wear. "Just try it on. For me?"

Y/N takes a deep breath, stepping into the shoes, which feel like they could snap her ankles with the slightest misstep. She opens the door tentatively, and Jimin's jaw drops at the sight of her. "Perfect," he whispers.

He steps into the fitting room, closing the door behind him. The small space feels even smaller with his presence, and Y/N's heart races as he traces the outline of her body with his eyes. "You look…" He searches for the right words. "Incredible."

Y/N feels self-conscious under his scrutiny, her hands moving to cover her stomach. "I don't know," she says, her voice wavering. "I've never worn anything like this before."

"You look amazing, trust me," Jimin assures her, his eyes never leaving hers. He gently takes her hands and places them at her sides. His own hands move to her waist, his fingers tracing the curve of her body, sending shivers down her spine. "Your beauty is not defined by what you wear," he whispers, his thumbs brushing over the soft fabric. "But this dress just… highlights it."

Y/N's inexperience with such attire and the attention it brings makes her feel exposed. She shifts nervously, trying to cover herself. "Jimin, I don't know if I can pull this off."

Jimin's gaze never leaves hers as he leans closer. "You're beautiful, Y/N. The dress is just a frame for the masterpiece that is you." His voice is soft, a soothing balm to her nerves. His fingertips trace the line of her waist, sending a shiver up her spine. "Every curve, every inch of you is perfect."

"Jimin, you don't have to pretend right now," she whispers, her eyes searching his. She's not used to such praise, especially from someone so out of her league.

"I'm not pretending," he says firmly, his hands moving to cup her face. "You truly are the most beautiful person I know, inside and out."

Y/N's eyes fill with tears, and she looks away, not sure if she believes him. Jimin sighs and leans in, capturing her face in his hands and tilting it up to meet his gaze. "Look at me," he whispers.

Their eyes lock, and he leans in to give her the most genuine, loving kiss he has ever given her. It's tender and sweet, a stark contrast to the passionate kisses they've practiced so far. His lips are soft and gentle, moving slowly against hers as if savoring every moment. His touch is reassuring, and his kiss speaks of comfort and care, not the practice that usually fuels their interactions.

Y/N gasps against his mouth, surprised by the sudden shift in intensity. She wraps her arms around his neck, her hands tangling in his hair as she responds with the same gentle affection. "Jimin," she whispers when they part, her voice trembling with emotion.

"Hmmm" he hums, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had escaped her eyes.

Y/N's breath hitches as she looks into Jimin's eyes, seeing a warmth and affection she never knew was there. "Is it already time for practice?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Uh huh," Jimin murmurs, his thumbs still caressing her cheeks.

Their kisses are loving, their bodies pressed closer together in the confined space of the fitting room. Y/N's hands roam over his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt. Jimin's hands slip down to her hips, pulling her closer, the fabric of the dress whispering between them.

They finally pull away, both gasping for air. Jimin's eyes are dark with passion, his gaze lingering on her swollen lips. "I should let you change," he says, his voice thick with reluctance.

Y/N nods, her hands still trembling. "Yeah," she whispers, her voice barely audible. She's aware of the racing beat of her heart, the way her body feels alive and electrified from his touch.

"I'll wait outside," Jimin says, reluctantly letting go of her. His eyes never leave hers as he steps back, giving her the space to change. "Take your time."

Y/N nods, her cheeks still flushed from their heated embrace. She quickly changes back into her comfortable clothes, her heart racing from the intensity of their kiss. She steps out of the fitting room, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. Jimin's eyes widen as he takes in her flustered appearance, and he can't help but chuckle. "Give me the dress."

"But it's so expensive," Y/N protests, her voice filled with concern.

Jimin's grin widens as he takes the dress from her. "Don't worry about it. It's an investment in our fake relationship," he says, his tone teasing.

Y/N rolls her eyes but can't help the smile that tugs at her lips. "Okay, but if your parents don't buy it, I'm not wearing this again," she says, handing over the heels.

Jimin laughs, taking the items from her. He buys it at the counter without even looking at the price tag. "Let's get you home," he says.

The night of the family dinner arrives, and Y/N is a bundle of nerves. She's dressed in the red dress Jimin picked out, feeling both terrified and beautiful. She stares at herself in the mirror, taking deep breaths to calm her racing heart. "You can do this," she whispers to her reflection.

Jimin picks her up, looking every bit the proud boyfriend in a tailored suit. He takes her hand as they walk to the dining room table, which is set with fine china and gleaming silverware. His parents, Mr. and Mrs. Park, sit at the ends of the table, looking expectant.

"Mother, Father," Jimin says, his voice steady, "this is Y/N."

Y/N offers a nervous smile, her heart hammering in her chest. "It's an honor to meet you both," she says, her hands clutching the skirt of the red dress.

Mrs. Park's eyes scrutinize her from head to toe before a forced smile appears on her lips. "Welcome to our home, Y/N," she says, her tone cool and assessing.

Mr. Park nods in greeting.

"So, Y/N," Mrs. Park says, her voice as sharp as the cutlery before them, "Tell us a bit about yourself. Where do your parents work?"

Y/N's throat feels dry, but she takes a sip of water before answering. "My mom is a nurse at the local clinic, and my dad works at a small tech startup," she says, trying to keep her voice steady.

Mrs. Park nods, her eyes never leaving Y/N. "And what do you hope to do with your education?"

Y/N's mind races. She's not used to talking about her future with such certainty. "I'm planning on becoming a businesswoman," she says, hoping her voice doesn't betray her nervousness.

Mr. Park raises an eyebrow. "A businesswoman, you say?" His tone is curious but not unkind. "And what field are you interested in?"

Y/N swallows a mouthful of water to moisten her dry throat. "Finance, sir," she responds, her voice a little shakier than she'd like.

"Are you just saying that because Park Industries is a finance business and you're trying to impress us?" Mrs. Park's voice is sharp, her gaze piercing.

Y/N's heart races as she shakes her head. "No, I genuinely enjoy finance," she insists, her voice a little shakier than she'd like. "I've always been good with numbers and I find the stock market fascinating. I didn't know your company was focused on that until now."

Mrs. Park's smile is cold and unconvinced. "How interesting," she says, her eyes narrowing slightly. "And how do your parents feel about your career aspirations?"

Y/N feels the weight of their doubt pressing down on her, but she refuses to let it show. "They're very supportive," she says firmly, looking directly at Mrs. Park.

Mr. Park leans back in his chair, his gaze thoughtful. "Indian American, right?" he asks, his tone accusatory and curious.

Y/N nods, her grip tightening on the napkin in her lap. "Yes, my parents are from India," she says, her voice firm.

"And how do they feel about you dating a Korean boy?" Mrs. Park asks, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Y/N swallows hard, feeling the weight of their scrutiny. "They're happy as long as I'm happy," she responds, trying to keep her voice calm.

"But surely, they must have expectations for you to marry someone from your own culture," Mrs. Park presses, her smile not reaching her eyes.

Jimin steps in, worried that Y/N would accidentally reveal her engagement to the stranger in India.

"We're learning about each other's cultures," Jimin says smoothly, placing a comforting hand on Y/N's knee. "It's been a wonderful experience."

Mrs. Park's gaze remains unyielding on Y/N. "So, tell us, Y/N," she says, her tone sharp like a knife's edge, "What do you know about our culture?"

Y/N takes a deep breath, her nerves a jumble of tight knots. "Well, I know that Korean culture is very family-oriented," she starts, her voice steady despite the pressure. "And there's a strong emphasis on education and respect for elders. Just like Indian culture."

"Indeed," Mr. Park says, his eyes still on her. "But can you cook Korean food?"

Jimin interrupts before Y/N can respond to Mrs. Park's question about cooking. "Y/N's been teaching me to cook some amazing Indian dishes," he says with a charming smile. "And I've also showed her how to make some killer kimchi fried rice."

"Is that so?" Mrs. Park raises an eyebrow, looking skeptical. "Then make it for us. I'm not believing all of this. I think Jimin is playing a game with us to get out of his blind date tomorrow."

Y/N's eyes widen in shock. "Now?" she squeaks out.

"Don't panic. It's a perfect opportunity to show off your skills," Jimin whispers in her ear, his breath tickling her neck.

Y/N nods, swallowing hard. She can do this. For Jimin, she can do anything.

As they enter the kitchen, he whispers, "Remember, we're in love. My parents are gonna pretend they're waiting but in reality, they're watching us."

Y/N nods nervously, her heart racing. "What if I mess up?"

"You won't," Jimin whispers, his voice full of confidence. He squeezes her hand reassuringly.

In the kitchen, the smell of garlic and ginger fills the air as Jimin guides Y/N through the process of making kimchi fried rice. "First, we'll prep the kimchi," he says, his voice low and soothing. He opens the fridge, revealing jars of the spicy fermented cabbage.

"Okay, so we'll fry the rice," Jimin instructs, taking a pan from the cabinet. "But remember, it has to be day-old rice. It's all about the texture."

"Got it," Y/N nods, her eyes wide as she watches him heat oil in the pan. "Let me do it otherwise your parents will be mad," she says, her voice a mix of nerves and determination.

Jimin laughs, handing her a spatula. "You're the one with the secret ingredient," he teases, winking.

Y/N blushes, taking the spatula with shaky hands. "Haha," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

While they wait for the kimchi to cook, Jimin hugs Y/N from behind, blowing into her ear making her heart flutter. His breath tickles her neck, and she leans back into his embrace, feeling safe and cherished.

"Y/N, now is the time to put our practice into action," he whispers.

Y/N nods, her heart racing as Jimin's lips trail down her neck. His breath is hot against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She gasps, trying to keep her voice steady. "Jimin, your parents are watching."

"That's the whole point," Jimin murmurs, his breath hot against her ear as he pulls her closer. "We're in love, remember?" His hands trace the curves of her body, and she feels a thrill of excitement mingle with her nerves. She nods, her breathing shallow as the kimchi sizzles in the pan.

Y/N turns to face him, and their eyes lock. Jimin's gaze is filled with a playful challenge, and she can't help but respond. They lean in, their kisses becoming more intense as their bodies press together. "Jimin," she whispers against his lips, her voice filled with a mix of passion and apprehension.

"You're doing great," Jimin murmurs, his breath hot against her skin. His hands move to her waist, pulling her closer as they kiss. "You're perfect, baby," he says loud enough for his parents to hear.

"Jimin, the rice," she whispers, breaking away from his kiss.

"Right," he says, his voice thick with desire, turning back to the stove. They continue cooking, their movements in sync, their kisses stolen every now and then.

"Here," Jimin says, handing her a spoon. "Add the kimchi to the rice."

Y/N's hands are shaking, but she takes the spoon, trying to focus on the task at hand. "What if they don't like it?" she whispers.

"They'll love it," Jimin says with confidence. "Because you made it."

Y/N takes a deep breath, mixing the kimchi with the rice. The sound of the spoon against the pan echoes in the kitchen.

"Here it is," she says, her voice shaking slightly as she serves the steaming rice onto three plates. She carefully carries them out to the dining room, placing one in front of each of Jimin's parents. "I hope you enjoy it."

Jimin pulls down Y/N to sit next to him, his arm snaking around her waist possessively. "Let's eat," he says.

Mrs. Park watches them with a critical eye as Mr. Park takes a bite of the rice. His eyes widen in surprise, and he nods in approval. "This is good," he says, and Y/N feels a weight lift off her chest.

Jimin takes a bite and then, with a mischievous smile, he leans over and feeds Y/N. She opens her mouth automatically, and their eyes lock as the rice meets her tongue. The gesture is intimate, and his parents are surprised by the ease and affection between them. They eat and steal glances as Jimin continues to feed her, the tension in the room thick with unspoken words and unanswered questions.

As the meal winds down, Mrs. Park sets her chopsticks down with a clink against the fine china. "Your rice is quite good, Y/N," she says, her tone a mix of surprise and approval. "I see you and Jimin are very close."

Y/N blushes, the tension of the evening fading away slightly. "Thank you," she says, glancing at Jimin who gives her an encouraging smile.

"Your rice was excellent," Mr. Park says, patting his stomach. "It's clear you two have a good bond."

Y/N's heart skips a beat. Did she just hear that right? "Thank you, Mr. Park," she stammers, her eyes darting to Jimin for reassurance. He's smiling at her, proud and affectionate.

"Jimin's right," Mrs. Park says, her expression softening. "You're quite the catch." She takes a sip of her tea, setting the delicate cup down with a clink. "And I think it's time we got to know each other better. How would you feel about an internship at Park Industries?"

Y/N's eyes widen, and she almost drops her spoon. "I would love that, Mrs. Park," she says, trying to keep the shock from her voice. "Thank you for the opportunity."

Jimin's hand tightens around her waist, and she feels his warmth seep into her. "You've earned it," he says, his voice proud. "And I'll see you at work everyday if you join."

Y/N gives him a peck on the lips in euphoria and Jimin blushes. He feels his heart race as he never felt so alive before. The dinner went better than he had ever expected. His parents seem to have accepted her, and the internship offer is a cherry on top.

"Thank you," she whispers, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Thank you for believing in me."

"Always," he says, his voice firm.

They leave the dinner table hand in hand, and the sound of their footsteps echo through the grand hallway of the Park mansion. Jimin leads her to his car, his grip on her hand tight but comforting.

"You were amazing," Jimin whispers once they're out of earshot, his breath warm against her cheek.

"I couldn't have done it without you," Y/N says, her voice a mix of relief and excitement. "Thank you for standing up for me."

They sit in the car and Jimin begins driving to her house to drop her back off. "You know, Y/N," he says, his voice low and thoughtful, "I didn't know what to expect tonight, but you exceeded every hope I had."

Y/N smiles shyly, still feeling the warmth of his hand in hers. "I'm so glad I met you Jimin."

"Me too," he says, his eyes never leaving the road. "I know our relationship is fake, but I really care about you. A lot."

Y/N's heart skips a beat. She looks at him, her eyes searching his. "Me too."

They pull up to her house, the tension of the evening giving way to a gentle warmth as Jimin kills the engine. He turns to her, his gaze lingering on her face, and she feels the heat of his body next to hers. He reaches out, and she leans into his arms, her heart racing as he pulls her into a tight embrace.

"I'll see you tomorrow," she whispers, her cheek pressed against his chest. She can feel the steady thump of his heart beneath her ear, and it calms her.

"I'll miss you," Jimin says, his arms tight around her. He kisses the top of her head, his breath warm against her hair.

Y/N laughs lightly, looking up at him. "You'll see me tomorrow," she says, her voice muffled by his embrace.

"I know," Jimin says, his voice tight. "But I can't help it. I just miss you."

Y/N smiles up at him, her heart swelling with affection. She lets go and exits the car, her legs wobbly in the high heels. She turns to wave at him before heading up the walkway to her house, the red dress trailing behind her like a fiery comet. Jimin watches her every move, his eyes devouring the sight of her, his mind reeling with a whirlwind of emotions.

"Call me when you're inside," he calls out, his voice laced with concern.

Y/N nods, her smile still in place as she walks up to the door, the porch light casting a warm glow around her. She turns the key in the lock and glances back at Jimin, who is still sitting in the car, watching her. She opens the door and waves one last time before stepping inside.

Jimin's eyes follow her until she's out of sight. He sighs, his heart feeling both full and heavy. He knows that their relationship is still a facade, but every moment they spend together feels more real than anything he's ever experienced. He starts the car and pulls away from the curb, his thoughts racing.

The next week, the evening sun casts a warm glow over the neighborhood as Y/N nervously walks towards Jimin's place. She's been avoiding telling him about the latest development in her life, but she can't keep it in any longer. She finds him alone, sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He looks up as she enters, and the sight of her tear-stained face makes his heart drop.

"What's wrong?" he asks, immediately setting aside his device and moving towards her. She collapses into his arms, her sobs muffled against his chest.

Y/N takes a shaky breath, her voice trembling. "They're coming," she whispers. "My fiancé… from India. They want me to marry him next week."

Jimin's arms tighten around her, his heart racing. "Oh my god."

Y/N sobs harder, her body trembling. "I don't want to marry him."

Jimin holds her tight, his mind racing. "Shh," he whispers, his heart aching for her. "We'll figure this out. It's time to hold up your part of the deal and use our fake relationship to end your arranged marriage."

Y/N pulls away, her eyes red and puffy. "How are we going to do that?"

"We'll just have to be more convincing than ever," Jimin says, his voice firm. "We need to show your parents that we're serious about each other."

Y/N sniffs, wiping at her eyes. "But how?" she asks, her voice shaky. "They expect me to marry someone who's… who's perfect for me. Someone who fits their ideals of an Indian boyfriend."

Jimin nods, stroking her hair gently. "Alright, tell me," he says, his voice firm. "What does the ideal Indian boyfriend look like to them?"

Y/N takes a deep breath, her eyes filling with tears. "He's tall, dark, and handsome," she says, her voice shaking. "He's successful, rich. He has a good family background, respects elders, and knows all the right cultural cues."

Jimin nods, "So, I basically have all of that. Except for the dark part," he jokes, trying to lighten the mood. Y/N's laugh is choked by a sob, but it's a start.

"But seriously, Y/N," he says, his voice soothing. "We've got this. We'll just have to up our game, show them that we're crazy about each other."

"What if they see through it?" she asks, her voice muffled by his shirt.

"They won't," Jimin says firmly. "We're going to convince them that we're madly in love, and that there's no way you're marrying someone else."

Y/N pulls away, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. "Warning you now, Jimin. Kissing is a no-no in front of my parents," she says, wiping at her nose with the back of her hand. "Holding hands is the limit. They're very traditional."

Jimin nods solemnly. "Got it," he says, his thumb brushing away a tear that clings to her lashes. "But my words and actions will speak louder than any kiss."

Y/N looks up at him, her eyes hopeful. "You'll need to dress really well and bring gifts for dinner tomorrow," she says, her voice still shaky from the earlier sobs.

"Consider it done," Jimin says, his voice steady. "Anything else?"

Y/N nods, wiping her eyes. "You have to call me 'baby'," she says, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "It's what real couples do."

Jimin grins, "Alright, baby," he says, leaning in to kiss her forehead gently. "I've got this."

The next day, Jimin arrives at Y/N's house promptly at 6 PM, dressed in an Indian style suit. He's holding a bouquet of roses and a box of gourmet chocolates, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Hi," Y/N says shyly, opening the door. She's wearing a beautiful traditional Indian sari, looking stunning and nervous.

"You look amazing," Jimin says, his eyes widening at the sight of her.

"Thanks," Y/N mumbles, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. "I'm so nervous."

"Don't be," Jimin whispers, his hand finding hers. "Lead me to them."

Y/N's parents are sitting in the living room, dressed in their finest, the aroma of traditional Indian cuisine wafting through the air. "Ma, Papa, this is the boy I was telling you about," she introduces, her voice shaking slightly.

Jimin bows respectfully, extending the bouquet and chocolates. "Thank you for having me," he says, his eyes darting to Y/N for reassurance.

Y/N's mother, Mrs. Gupta, takes the gifts with a tight smile. "Welcome, Jimin," she says, eyeing him up and down. "You're not Indian?"

"No, ma'am," Jimin says, his voice steady. "I'm Korean-American, but I'm learning about Indian culture."

Mrs. Gupta's eyebrows rise slightly, but she doesn't comment further. Instead, she motions for him to sit next to Y/N on the couch. "Your family, they are from Korea?"

"Yes, Mrs. Gupta," Jimin says, sitting down with a grace that belies his nerves. "They run Park Industries."

"What?!" Mr. Gupta says, "You are the Jimin Park? The CEO's son?"

Y/N's father's astonishment fills the room, making Y/N's heart race. She squeezes Jimin's hand under the table, giving him a look that says 'you're perfect'.

"Yes," Jimin says, his voice calm and collected.

"And you're dating our Y/N?" Mr. Gupta asks, his tone a mix of shock and disbelief.

"Yes, sir," Jimin says, smiling at Y/N. "I've never been happier."

Y/N's mother looks skeptical. "And what do your parents think about this?"

"They're happy," Jimin says smoothly, his gaze never leaving hers. "As long as I'm happy, they're happy."

Mrs. Gupta raises an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. "But Y/N's arranged to be married next week. How do we know this is serious and risk her engagement elsewhere?"

"Ma, please," Y/N interjects, her voice shaking. "I don't want to marry him."

Mrs. Gupta's gaze remains steady on Jimin. "Then, if you're so serious about her, you must prove it. With a proposal," she says firmly.

Y/N's eyes widen, and she turns to look at Jimin, her heart racing. "Ma," she says, her voice trembling. "Why are you so persistent about marriage?"

Mrs. Gupta's gaze remains unyielding. "Because, Y/N," she says, her voice firm, "you can't just break an engagement without a good reason. And if you're going to choose this path, we need to know that you're committed to Jimin."

Y/N's eyes dart to Jimin, her heart racing. She feels his hand tighten around hers, offering silent support. He clears his throat. "Mrs. Gupta, I understand your concern," he says, his voice steady. "But Y/N and I are still getting to know each other. A proposal might be a bit premature."

"Premature?" Mr. Gupta echoes, his brow furrowed. "If you're serious about our daughter, you should be willing to take the next step. Right, Y/N?"

Y/N gulps, her eyes wide. "I-I guess," she stammers, looking at Jimin for guidance.

Jimin's mind races. He never thought it would come to this, but he's not one to back down from a challenge. "Mrs. Gupta, Mr. Gupta," he begins, his voice strong and steady. "I understand your concern, but Y/N and I have only just begun to explore our feelings for each other."

Y/N's mother nods, her gaze sharp. "But you've known her for weeks," she counters. "And you've seen what a good match she is for you. Why wait? Get to know each other after marriage. Y/N is of age now."

Y/N's heart sinks. "Ma, Pa, please," she pleads, her voice trembling. "I need more time."

"More time for what?" Mr. Gupta asks, his voice firm. "To decide if you want to marry a good boy from a good family? We've already made our decision. You will be married next week. No buts. Jimin, thank you for your time. Please leave and don't disturb my daughter again."

Y/N's eyes widen with panic as she watches Jimin's face fall. "Pa," she says, her voice shaky. "Please, I need to talk to him."

"Out of the question," Mr. Gupta says firmly, rising from his chair. "You will not disrespect our family's decision."

Y/N's eyes fill with tears as she looks at Jimin, silently begging him to understand. He nods, his expression unreadable. "Okay," he says quietly, standing up. "If that's what you want."

"It's not what I want," she whispers, her voice breaking. "But it's what I have to do."

Jimin nods, his eyes sad. "I know," he says, squeezing her hand one last time before letting go. "Call me if you need anything, okay?"

Y/N nods, unable to speak as she watches him leave, the door closing behind him with a finality that echoes through the house. She leans against the frame, her body trembling with unshed sobs. She knows her parents are just trying to protect her, but the thought of marrying someone she doesn't love is unbearable.

The next day, she pulls herself together and makes her way to Jimin's place. She's made up her mind; she can't drag him into this any further. She needs to end the fake relationship before it gets more complicated. She finds him in the kitchen, a sadness in his eyes that mirrors her own.

"Hey," he says softly, setting down the pan he's holding.

"Hi," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "We need to put an end to this fake relationship deal."

Jimin's eyes widen in surprise, "What? Why?"

Y/N takes a deep breath, "It's just too much. I can't ask you to lie to your family like this, and I can't lie to mine either. I didn't even work in my case," she says, her voice shaking.

"Ok," Jimin says, "But I care about you, Y/N," Jimin says, taking a step closer to her. "I don't want to lose the friendship we have."

Y/N's eyes well up with tears. "I know you do," she says, her voice cracking. "I care about you to. We are friends. That won't change. But I am getting married next week. My fiance's coming to see me for the first time today."

Jimin's face falls, the weight of her words sinking in. "Married?" he repeats, his voice hoarse. "Your parents stuck to their word?"

Y/N nods, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "They want what's best for me," she whispers. "And I'm done arguing. Besides, my fiance may turn out to be really nice and handsome."

Jimin swallows hard, his heart feeling like it's being squeezed in a vice. "Yeah, sure," he says, his voice forced. "You'll make a beautiful bride."

"Thanks," Y/N says, her voice small. "Do you want to help shop for a wedding dress?"

Jimin's eyes widen. "Me?" he stammers. "Aren't you supposed to do that with your family?"

"I know," Y/N says, her voice trembling. "But I trust your taste. And I… I don't know if I can do this alone."

Jimin nods, his throat tight. "Okay," he says. "I'll help." She was his friend, after all. And if this was what she needed from him, then he would be there for her. Right?

Y/N's eyes light up with gratitude, "Let's go!" she says.

In the car on the way to the bridal shop, the air is thick with unspoken words and emotions. Y/N's hands are clutching the seatbelt, her knuckles white with tension. Jimin breaks the silence first. "So, what kind of dress are you looking for?"

"I don't know," she admits. "Something traditional, but not too flashy."

Jimin nods, his eyes focused on the road ahead. "Okay," he says. "I'll make sure we find the perfect one."

Y/N smiles. "Thanks," she whispers. "I appreciate it."

They arrive at the bridal shop, and the moment they walk in, Y/N is overwhelmed by the sight of countless dresses in every color imaginable. The saleswoman looks at them expectantly.

"We're looking for a traditional Indian wedding dress," Y/N says, her voice shaking slightly.

The saleswoman nods, her smile professional. "Let's start with these," she says, gesturing to a rack of exquisite saris.

Y/N nods, trying to keep her composure as Jimin's gaze lingers on her. She selects a few options and heads to the fitting room, her heart racing. As she changes into the first one, she hears his footsteps outside the door.

"How's this?" she calls out, her voice shaking.

Jimin opens the curtain a crack, his eyes widening at the sight of her. "Perfect," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. "But let's try another one."

They spend hours in the fitting room, Jimin meticulously scrutinizing every detail of each sari, his eyes never leaving hers for long. She tries on dress after dress, each one more beautiful than the last. With each one, she feels a little more like a bride, a little less like a girl playing dress-up. His suggestions are always spot-on, his eye for beauty unmatched.

Finally, they find it—the perfect dress. It's a deep emerald green sari with intricate gold embroidery, the color making her skin glow like the moon in a midnight sky. Y/N gasps as she sees herself in the mirror, feeling like a princess. "This one," Jimin says firmly, his voice thick with emotion. "You look… stunning."

Jimin steps into the fitting room, Y/N's heart racing as Jimin's eyes lock onto hers. He reaches out, his fingertips brushing the fabric lightly. "Turn around," he whispers, his gaze intense. She does, feeling his warmth behind her. He steps closer, his breath on her neck as he carefully arranges the pallu of the sari.

"It's perfect," he murmurs, his hands lingering on her shoulders. "But let's make sure." He turns her to face the mirror, his hands resting lightly on her waist. She looks up at their reflection, their eyes meeting in the glass. His gaze is filled with something she can't quite decipher—desire, maybe, or perhaps just admiration.

Y/N's heart skips a beat as he leans in, his breath warm against her ear. "You know," he says softly, "this reminds me of that day we had to practice kissing for our 'relationship'."

Y/N nods, her throat dry. "Yeah," she whispers, her eyes locked onto his in the mirror.

Jimin turns her around and takes a deep breath, his eyes searching hers for permission. He leans in, and this time, it's not a choreographed kiss for their act. His lips are soft, tentative at first, as if asking if this is real. Y/N's eyes flutter shut, and she leans into him, her heart pounding. She feels his arms wrap around her waist, pulling her closer, his kiss deepening.

"Jimin," she whispers, her voice shaky.

"I know," he says, his voice filled with understanding. "But it feels right."

Y/N nods, her eyes brimming with tears. "We shouldn't. I'm getting married."

Jimin's grip on her waist tightens, his gaze never leaving hers in the mirror. "I know," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "But for this moment, can we just pretend that's not happening?"

Y/N's eyes are pools of conflicted feelings, but she nods ever so slightly, her breath hitching in her throat. He leans in again, and their lips meet in a kiss that is tender and true. It's not the frantic, passionate kiss from their practice sessions, but one that speaks of a quiet, burgeoning love that neither of them had expected.

As they pull away, Jimin whispers, "Y/N, you're amazing and you deserve everything good in the world. I hope your fiance can be that for you."

Her eyes are filled with unshed tears as she looks at him, unable to formulate any words.

"Jimin," she whispers, her voice trembling. He nods, understanding the unspoken question in her eyes. "You don't have to say anything that makes it harder."

He brushes a tear from her cheek with his thumb, and before she knows it, their lips are on each other again. This kiss is different from the others—it's filled with a desperation that makes her heart ache. It's a kiss that says everything they've held back, everything they can't have. Y/N's eyes squeeze shut, her hand coming up to cradle his face as she leans into him, her body pressed against his. She can feel the tremor in his chest, the rapid beat of his heart echoing her own.

The salty taste of tears mingles with their kiss, making it bittersweet. They're both crying now, their tears falling like raindrops on the silk of the sari. Jimin's hands tighten around her waist, pulling her closer as if he can somehow absorb her into him, keep her there forever. Y/N's breath comes in ragged gasps as she clings to him, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. They're lost in the moment, the world outside the fitting room forgotten.

Their kiss is a silent conversation, a plea for more time, for a different outcome. His tongue traces the seam of her lips, coaxing them apart. Her mouth opens to him, welcoming him in. It's a kiss that says goodbye, a kiss that says I love you, a kiss that says I'm sorry. Y/N's hand slides up to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing away a tear that clings to his lashes. His eyes are closed, his face a picture of concentration as if he's trying to memorize every detail of her face.

In a second, it's over. They pull away, gasping for air. Y/N's eyes are wet with tears, and she quickly wipes them away. Jimin's face is flushed, his eyes searching hers for anything. But she doesn't have the words. They both know what they've done. They've crossed a line that can't be reached.

"Let's go," Y/N whispers, her voice trembling.

"Y/N, I need to tell-" Jimin starts.

"Jimin, please don't make this harder than it already is for me," Y/N says, her voice barely audible.

"But Y/N," Jimin starts, his voice laced with desperation.

"Please," she says, cutting him off. "Just take me home."

Jimin nods, his eyes filled with understanding, and they leave the bridal shop in silence. The drive back to her house is torturous, the unspoken words hanging heavily in the air between them. When they pull up to her house, she opens the door but pauses, looking back at him.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice choked with emotion. "Wait here while I grab you something."

Y/N rushes into her room, her heart pounding. She grabs a small box from her desk drawer and quickly returns to Jimin. She opens the box to reveal a stunning pair of cufflinks, a perfect match to the wedding invitation she had picked out.

"These are for you," she says, her voice more confident. She holds out the invitation, "Please lets just forget about what happened today and be normal again. You're invited to my wedding."

Jimin stares at the invitation, his heart sinking. He takes it from her, his hands shaking. "Your wedding," he repeats, his voice hollow.

"Yes," Y/N says, her own voice trembling. "I want you to be there. As my best friend."

Jimin takes the invitation, his thumb tracing the gold embossed letters of her name and her fiancé's. He looks up at her, his eyes searching hers. "Y/N, I'll do what makes you and your family happy. I want whats best for you. I'll be there."

Y/N nods, a small smile playing on her lips, trying to keep her emotions in check. "Thank you," she whispers. "It means a lot to me."

Jimin nods, taking a deep breath. "Of course," he says, his voice a little shakier than he'd like. "I'll get going then. See you later."

Y/N nods, unable to say more. She watches as Jimin pulls away from the curb, the taillights of his car fading into the night. She takes a shaky breath and heads into the house, the weight of the situation settling heavily on her shoulders.

The days leading up to the wedding are a blur of rituals and preparations. Y/N's mother is in full wedding planner mode, her eyes shining with excitement. Y/N tries to ignore the pang of sadness in her chest every time she thinks about Jimin. She focuses on her duties, the haldi ceremony, the mehndi night, and the sangeet. Her heart feels like it's been squeezed into a tight fist, but she puts on a brave face for her family.

On the day of the wedding, Y/N is a vision in the emerald sari they picked out together. She stands in front of the mirror, her mother's gentle hands placing the final jewel in her hair. Her heart skips a beat when she sees the matching cufflinks Jimin had given her, gleaming in the soft light. She slips them into the pockets of her lehenga, a secret reminder of what she's leaving behind.

The wedding is a whirlwind of vibrant colors, the air filled with the sweet scent of jasmine and the sound of laughter and music. Y/N's eyes scan the crowd, looking for the one face that could provide her with comfort. She spots Jimin standing by the sidelines, looking dashing in a traditional sherwani. Their eyes lock, and for a moment, it feels like the world stops spinning. He gives her a small, sad smile, and she knows he's thinking about their stolen moments in the bridal shop.

Her groom, Raj Kapoor, is a nice man. He's kind and gentle, with a sense of humor that makes her smile. His eyes are warm and comforting as he takes her hand to lead her around the mandap for the pheras, the sacred rounds that signify their union. Y/N tries to focus on the meaning behind the rituals, to find solace in the ancient traditions that have brought them together. But every time she looks into his stranger eyes, she finds herself wanting to see Jimin's.

The wedding goes off without a hitch, the guests showering them with rice and petals as they are pronounced husband and wife. Y/N's heart feels like it's breaking into a thousand pieces, but she holds her head high, determined to make this marriage work. After all, she's known worse fates than marrying a good man and making her parents proud.

Once the initial rush of greetings and well-wishers subsides, Y/N slips away from the crowded banquet hall, searching for a moment's reprieve. She finds Jimin leaning against a pillar, his eyes distant as he watches the festivities.

"Jimin," she calls softly, and he turns to face her, the sadness in his eyes unmistakable.

"Hey," he says, his voice low.

"Hi," she says, trying to smile, but it comes out as a half-hearted grimace. "Thanks for coming."

"Congratulations," he replies, his eyes sad. "You look… beautiful. Now it's Mrs. Kapoor? He seems nice."

Y/N nods, her throat tight. "He is," she whispers. "My parents are really happy."

Jimin says, "And how about you?"

Y/N lies, "I am, too."

Jimin's gaze never leaves hers, his eyes searching for the truth she's hiding. He can see it in the way her eyes flicker, the slight tremble in her lower lip. "Y/N," he says softly, taking a step closer. But before he can say anything, Raj approaches, his smile wide and friendly.

"Hello," Raj says, extending his hand to Jimin. "I don't think we've met. You must be one of Y/N's college friends."

Jimin nods, his eyes never leaving Y/N's. "Jimin Park," he says, taking her new husband's hand. "A very close one."

"Oh, the businessman," Raj says with a nod. "Y/N has told me about you."

Y/N's heart races as she watches the two men interact. She's acutely aware of Jimin's eyes on her, feeling his silent question. She quickly jumps in, "Yes, we did a project together," she says, her voice a little too bright. "Jimin's family owns a big company."

"Ah, I see," Raj says, nodding with interest. "It was nice meeting you. I'll steal my wife from you now," he joked.

Y/N's heart squeezes at the word 'wife', and she can't help but look at Jimin's hand, remembering the way his fingers had felt intertwined with hers. His eyes drop to their joined hands, and she sees the flash of pain in his gaze before he forces a smile. "I'll take my leave, then." he says, his voice tight.

Y/N nods, feeling a sudden urge to grab him and tell him everything. But she knows she can't. "Ok, have a good night."

Jimin nods and walks away, leaving Y/N feeling more alone than ever before. She watches him until he's out of sight before turning to face her new husband, her heart heavy.

The days turn into weeks, and the weight of her decision presses down on her like a ton of bricks. Jimin throws himself into his work, rarely coming up for air. His office becomes his sanctuary, his laptop his only companion. He works tirelessly, preparing to take the reins of Park Industries, the company his father built from the ground up. His parents are proud, but there's a sadness in his eyes every time they look at him.

Y/N, on the other hand, tries her best to adjust to her new life. She moves into a beautiful house with Raj, her mind racing with thoughts of Jimin each time she passes the street where they used to walk together, holding hands and pretending to be in love. The house feels too big, too empty without his presence. She throws herself into her internship at Park Industries, determined to prove to herself that she can still be happy.

"You're going to do amazing things, Y/N," Raj says with a warm smile as he kisses her goodbye on her hand each morning. His support is unwavering, his belief in her unshakeable. Yet, she can't help but feel like a fraud.

Y/N nods and smiles back, swallowing the lump in her throat as she watches him leave for work. Their house, just a few blocks from her parent's place, feels like a prison of unspoken truths and forced smiles. She misses her couch, the coziness of a place that held only her secrets and memories of Jimin. The silence here is deafening, only filled with the echoes of their polite exchanges and the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway.

As soon as the door clicks shut, she lets out a sigh and sinks into the plush armchair by the window. She stares out at the unchanging view, her thoughts racing like a hamster on a wheel. The house is spotless, thanks to their live-in maid, but it feels empty without the mess of love that she and Jimin had created. She wonders how long she can keep playing this part of the happy wife. The walls seem to be closing in on her, and she craves the escape her internship at Park Industries offers.

One afternoon, as she's buried in paperwork at her desk, she feels a presence behind her. She turns to find Jimin, looking every inch the CEO in his sharp suit. His eyes are filled with concern as he takes in her hollow cheeks and the dark circles beneath her eyes.

"Y/N," he says gently. "Could you come to my office, please?"

Y/N nods, her heart racing. She follows him through the labyrinth of the office, feeling the weight of his gaze on her.

"Please, have a seat," Jimin says as they enter his office, his tone softer than she's ever heard it. She sits down, her hands clutching the edge of the chair.

"Y/N, I've noticed… you're not yourself. Are you okay?" His eyes are filled with genuine concern, and she feels a lump form in her throat.

"I'm fine," she says automatically, her voice wavering. But the lie tastes bitter on her tongue. "How have you been doing?"

Jimin's expression is unreadable. "Busy," he says curtly. "But that's not why I called you here. Has he been treating you badly?"

Y/N's eyes widen in surprise. "No," she says quickly. "Raj is super nice. He's away on business trips a lot, but when he's home, he's super nice."

Jimin nods, his gaze unwavering. "So he leaves you alone?"

"Mostly," Y/N says, her voice barely above a whisper. "But it's okay."

"It's not okay," Jimin says, his voice tight with barely contained anger. "You deserve someone who loves you every second of every day. Does he call you, at least?"

"Not really," Y/N whispered.

Jimin's jaw clenched, his eyes flashing. "What do you mean, not really?"

Y/N shrugged, looking down at her hands. "He's busy," she said. "We talk at dinner, but it's mostly about work or his day."

Jimin leaned forward, his hands clenched on the desk. "And what about you? Does he ask about your day?"

Y/N looked up, her eyes meeting his. "Sometimes," she said.

"Sometimes?" Jimin's voice was incredulous. "Idiot."

Y/N's head shot up at the sudden harshness, eyes wide. "What?"

"I said, 'idiot'. For not seeing how much better you deserve," Jimin clarified, his voice a mix of frustration and regret. "You shouldn't have to settle for someone who doesn't cherish every moment with you."

Y/N stared at him, her eyes wide with shock. "Jimin," she started, but he didn't let her finish.

"You're brilliant, Y/N. You're beautiful, and kind, and strong, and you deserve someone who sees that every single day." His words spilled out in a rush, each one more fervent than the last. "Someone who doesn't need a fake relationship to realize how amazing you are. Someone who doesn't need to practice kissing with you to know that your lips are heaven."

Y/N's eyes grew wide, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in Jimin's words. "Jimin, please," she whispered, "don't."

But he wasn't listening. His eyes blazed with passion and pain as he continued, "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I let you go. I let you marry someone who doesn't know the first thing about you. Who doesn't know how much you love your chai in the morning, or that you hate the sound of people chewing gum. I was too much of a coward to fight for you, and now…"

Y/N's eyes were brimming with tears as she watched him. She had never seen Jimin like this—so raw, so vulnerable. "Jimin," she whispered, reaching out to touch his hand. He flinched at her touch, his gaze snapping to hers.

"If you touch me, I won't be able to control myself."

Y/N's hand hovered in the air, and she slowly retracted it, understanding the turmoil raging in him. Jimin's eyes searched hers, a storm of emotions playing out across his face. "Y/N, I love you," he said, the words tearing out of him like a confession he'd held in for too long. "I've loved you since that first coffee date, when you made me laugh over something so small, but it felt like the most significant thing in the world. I didn't realize it until it was too late."

Her own emotions surfaced, a mix of joy and agony. "Jimin," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I love you too."

Their confession hung in the air, electric and palpable. For a moment, the world outside the office didn't matter. It was just the two of them, standing on the precipice of something real and profound. But reality crashed back in, and Y/N's eyes fell to the wedding band on her finger, a stark reminder of the life she had chosen.

"Jimin," she said, her voice thick with unshed tears, "it's too late. I'm married."

His face fell, the realization of their situation finally setting in. He took a step back, creating a space between them that felt like an unbridgeable chasm. "I know," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I had to tell you. I couldn't keep it in anymore. It was eating me out."

Y/N felt her heart crack into a million pieces, the pain of their love unrequited in the face of their current reality. "What do we do now?" she asked, her voice shaking.

Jimin took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers. "We keep going," he said, his voice firm despite the sadness in his eyes. "We support each other, like we always have. We pretend that this is just a job, that we're just colleagues. And we move on."

Y/N nodded, her eyes brimming with tears she refused to shed. She knew he was right; they had to keep up appearances. But the thought of pretending with Jimin, of acting like nothing had changed, was unbearable. "Okay," she whispered, her voice cracking.

Months passed, and the pain of her confession became a dull ache. Y/N threw herself into her work, finding solace in the numbers and deadlines that didn't demand her heart. But life had other plans for her. A few months after her wedding, the news broke like a storm—Raj had been caught cheating with a foreign businesswoman. The scandal was everywhere, and Y/N felt like her world was crumbling.

Her eyes were swollen from crying as she knocked on Jimin's office door, hoping to find refuge in his arms. He looked up, surprise flickering in his gaze before it was replaced by concern. He stood up and rushed over to her, taking her in his embrace without a word. For the first time in months, she felt safe.

"What happened?" Jimin's voice was low, his hand rubbing her back in soothing circles.

Y/N's words came out in a rush, tumbling over each other as she recounted the events of the day. "It's all over the news," she said, her voice thick with tears. "Raj… he's been having an affair."

Jimin's arms tightened around her, his heart breaking for her. He knew the pain of feeling unlovable, and he hated seeing her go through it. "I'm so sorry, Y/N," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/N leaned into his embrace, feeling his warmth and the steady beat of his heart. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Thank you," she said, her voice muffled against his chest. "I don't know what to do."

Jimin held her tighter, his eyes burning with anger at the man who had hurt her so deeply. "You don't have to do anything right now," he said firmly. "Let's just get through today, okay?"

Y/N nodded, taking a shaky breath. "Okay," she murmured. Jimin's cologne filled her nose, bringing back memories of their stolen moments together. She closed her eyes and leaned into his chest, feeling his heartbeat against her cheek. It was comforting, familiar.

Y/N pulled away slightly, her eyes searching his. "Jimin, I need you to kiss me."

He froze, his heart hammering in his chest. "What?"

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes filled with a desperation he had never seen before. "I need you to kiss me, Jimin. I can't do this anymore. I've loved you so much for so long and it's ripping me apart. But now that Raj and I won't be together, I don't need to hold back anymore. I can't."

Jimin stared at her for a moment, his own emotions a tumultuous storm. He knew he shouldn't, knew it was wrong, but the love for Y/N was too strong. He leaned down, his breath warm against her cheek as he whispered, "Y/N, I've wanted to do this since the day I watched you walk down the aisle."

Their eyes locked, and in that moment, all the barriers, the fears, and the societal expectations crumbled. He kissed her, his lips tentative at first, as if asking for permission. But as she melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck, the kiss grew deeper, more desperate. It was as if they were trying to make up for lost time, to reclaim the moments stolen by their fake relationship and the man who had betrayed her.

Y/N's hand slid into Jimin's hair, pulling him closer, as his hands found their way to her waist, holding her tightly. The kiss was everything they had been denied—passionate, tender, and filled with the love they had for each other.

"I'm sorry," Jimin murmured against her lips, his breath warm and uneven. "I should've fought for you."

Y/N's eyes searched his, the truth of his words resonating deep within her. "It's not your fault," she whispered. "I didn't know how to tell you, and now…"

Jimin's thumb traced her jawline, his eyes full of love. "Let me love you now."

Y/N nodded, her eyes fluttering shut as Jimin's hand slid around the back of her neck, pulling her closer. Their kisses grew more urgent, their breaths mingling in the quiet room. They had waited so long for this, denied themselves so much, and now it all spilled over like a dam breaking.

Without breaking their kiss, Jimin's hand slid down her back, finding the zipper of her dress. He pulled it down gently, and she shivered at the cool air that met her bare skin. He kissed her neck, his breath hot against her, as he peeled the fabric away, exposing her to his eyes. She could feel his need for her, and it made her own desires burn brighter.

Y/N's knees gave way, and she found herself lying back on the couch, Jimin hovering over her, his eyes filled with a hunger she had never seen before. He kissed her again, his hand sliding under her skirt to caress her thigh. The warmth of his touch sent a jolt through her body, and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.

Jimin groaned against her mouth, his hand moving higher, his thumb brushing against the lace of her panties. She could feel his arousal pressing into her, and she knew she wanted him just as much. He broke the kiss, his eyes searching hers for confirmation. She nodded, her breath shallow, and he took it as the invitation it was. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as his hand cupped her through the fabric, making her gasp.

"Baby," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You're so wet for me."

Y/N's cheeks flushed with heat, and she couldn't help but moan as Jimin's finger slid beneath the fabric, teasing her sensitive skin. He kissed her neck, his tongue tracing a hot line along her collarbone, making her arch into him. Her hands found the buttons of his shirt, frantically working to free his bare chest. She needed to feel his skin against hers, to erase the months of longing that had built up between them.

"You're so beautiful," Jimin murmured against her ear, his breath hot and ragged. His hands roamed over her body, setting her nerves alight with every touch.

"Tell me what you want," Jimin demanded, his voice low and rough. Y/N's cheeks were aflame, but she didn't shy away from his gaze.

"I want you," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "I want all of you."

Jimin's eyes darkened, and his hands stilled. "Fuck, I'm yours, baby," he said, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. He kissed her again, his tongue delving into her mouth as his hand slid down her body, cupping her firmly through her panties.

Y/N's hips jerked, and she moaned into his mouth, her body responding instinctively to his touch. "Tell me you're mine," he murmured, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "Tell me you want me as much as I want you."

"Yes, Jimin," she gasped, her hands fumbling with the buckle of his belt. "I'm yours. I've always been yours."

With those words, his control snapped. He slid two fingers into her, feeling her tightness and warmth, her wetness coating him. Y/N's eyes rolled back, and she let out a moan that was music to his ears. "Fuck," he murmured, watching her face contort with pleasure. "You're so perfect. Your little pussy is so tight around my fingers."

"Jimin," she gasped, her hips rocking into his hand. He curled his fingers, hitting that sweet spot deep within her, making her cry out his name. "Yes, like that," she panted, her nails digging into his shoulders.

He watched her, his eyes dark with desire. "You're so responsive," he murmured. "Your body tells me exactly what you need." His thumb circled her clit as he pushed deeper, her walls tightening around him.

"Jimin," she moaned, her eyes squeezed shut. "More."

He complied eagerly, adding a third finger and pumping them in and out of her in a steady rhythm. "Like this, baby?" he asked, his voice strained with his own desire.

Y/N could only nod, her eyes screwed shut as pleasure crashed through her. "Yes," she panted. "Just like that."

Jimin groaned, his own arousal straining against his pants. He needed to taste her, needed to show her just how much he adored her. He slid his fingers out of her, making her whimper at the sudden emptiness, and then his mouth was there, replacing his hand.

Y/N's eyes shot open in surprise, and she watched as he licked her folds, his eyes on hers, watching her reactions, learning her body's language of desire. "Jimin," she gasped, her hips bucking upwards to meet his mouth.

"Does that feel good, baby?" he murmured against her, his breath fanning her sensitive flesh.

Y/N nodded, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. "Yes," she moaned. His tongue still moving, Jimin's skilled fingers had her panting and begging for more. He slid them in and out, curling them in just the right way to hit her g-spot, making her body tighten around him.

"You're so wet," Jimin murmured, his voice filled with awe as he tasted her. "So fucking wet for me."

Y/N's thighs trembled as she felt him lick and suck, his tongue swirling around her clit with a skill that left her breathless. Her body responded to him in ways she had never experienced before, a symphony of sensations that had her on the edge of release. She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him to her as she rocked her hips, urging him on.

"Jimin, please," she begged, her voice hoarse with need. "More."

Without a moment's hesitation, Jimin's teeth sunk into the soft fold of her pussy, and she screamed his name, the pleasure bordering on painful. He chuckled darkly against her skin, the vibration sending another shockwave through her.

"You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his breath hot against her clit.

"Oh, god, yes," she gasped, her voice a desperate whine.

"You're so beautiful," Jimin said, his voice thick with need. "So fucking perfect."

Y/N's body trembled as he took her folds between his thumb and index finger, pinching them gently at first before increasing the pressure. "Oh, god," she moaned, her eyes flying open to meet his.

"Does it feel good, baby?" Jimin's voice was rough with desire, his eyes never leaving hers as he worked her clit with his thumb and slid his fingers into her again.

Y/N nodded frantically, her body a live wire of pleasure. "Yes," she moaned, her voice high and desperate. "So good."

Jimin's eyes lit up with satisfaction as he watched her response. He knew he had her right where he wanted her—on the brink of ecstasy, begging for more. He pinched her folds harder, rolling them in his fingers before letting go with a sharp twist. She screamed, her body arching off the couch, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Look at me," he ordered, his voice commanding. Y/N's eyes flew open, locking onto his, and he could see the need in them. "I want to watch you come."

Y/N's breath hitched in her throat as Jimin's thumb and forefinger found her sensitive clit again. He rubbed and pinched, his movements rough and demanding. She felt the pressure building, her muscles tightening, and she knew she was close.

"Tell me when," Jimin said, his eyes never leaving hers. "I want to feel you come apart around my hand. Don't break eye contact."

Y/N nodded, her breath coming in shallow gasps. "Now," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Jimin's eyes never left hers as he applied more pressure, his thumb and forefinger moving in a merciless rhythm that had her body tensing. "Come for me, baby," he urged, his voice low and demanding. "Let go."

Y/N felt the orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to fill her entire being. "I'm… I'm close," she panted, her eyes locked onto his, her hips moving in sync with his hand.

"Good," Jimin murmured, his voice low and seductive. He increased the pressure on her clit, his thumb and forefinger working in unison, creating a delicious friction that had her toes curling. "Come for me, baby. Let me see you lose control."

Y/N's breath hitched, and she felt the heat rising in her cheeks as she stared into Jimin's eyes. She had never been with a man who was so attentive, so focused on her pleasure. "JIMIN!"

His name tore from her throat as the orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing around his fingers. She watched as his eyes darkened, his pupils dilating with satisfaction at her release. He didn't stop, instead increasing the pace and pressure, drawing out her pleasure until she was a trembling mess beneath him.

"You're so fucking beautiful when you come," Jimin murmured, kissing her inner thigh. "Do you know that?"

Y/N's breath hitched as she tried to regain control of her racing heart. "I've never… never felt like this before," she confessed, her cheeks flaming.

Jimin chuckled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He leaned back, his hand sliding out of her, and brought his glistening fingers to his mouth. He sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving hers, savoring the taste of her arousal. "You're addicting, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Y/N watched, her eyes wide, as he licked each digit with a slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue. She felt a renewed sense of arousal watching him, his actions so intimate and erotic. "Jimin," she breathed, her voice shaky.

"Mm," he hummed, his eyes flicking up to hers before returning to the task at hand. "So sweet," he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he cleaned her pussy thoroughly.

Y/N watched, a mix of shock and arousal playing across her face as Jimin licked and sucked at her sensitive skin, not leaving an inch of cum behind.

"Jimin," she whimpered, her legs trembling. "Enough teasing."

He smirked against her skin, his warm breath fanning over her sensitive nipples. "But you're so delicious," he murmured, his hands moving up to her shoulders to gently push the fabric of her blouse down. "So, so delicious."

Y/N's heart hammered in her chest as she felt the cool air kiss her skin. "Jimin," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I need you."

With a gentle touch, Jimin hooked his fingers under the edge of her bra and began to lift it up. "Let me see you, baby," he murmured, his eyes filled with a fierce tenderness.

Y/N's hands fluttered to cover her chest, a blush creeping up her neck. "Jimin," she protested weakly, but he shushed her, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Let me, baby," he whispered, his voice filled with a gentle demand that she couldn't resist. With trembling fingers, she reached back and unclasped her bra, the material falling away to reveal her soft, brown mounds.

Jimin's eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of her. "So beautiful," he murmured, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts. He leaned down, his mouth capturing one nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.

"Oh, Jimin," Y/N gasped, arching her back into his touch. She had never felt so exposed, so desired. Her hands tangled in his hair, holding him to her as he sucked and bit, his teeth grazing her skin.

"You like that?" he murmured, his mouth moving to her other breast.

Y/N's breath hitched as she nodded, her eyes fluttering shut. "Yes," she whimpered. "It feels… amazing."

Jimin's hands continued to knead her breasts, his thumbs teasing the sensitive peaks as his mouth traveled lower, kissing a trail down her sternum. He reached her belly button, his tongue darting out to circle it before diving in, exploring the depths of her navel. "You taste so good," he murmured, his voice muffled against her skin.

Y/N giggled, the sensation tickling. "Jimin," she protested, but the sound was breathless, her body betraying her.

He looked up at her, a smirk playing on his lips. "What, baby?" he asked, his voice muffled by her belly. "You don't like this?"

Y/N's cheeks burned, but she couldn't hide the smile that tugged at her own. "It's just… it tickles," she giggled.

Jimin's eyes sparkled with amusement, his hands still kneading her breasts. "Is that so?" He kissed her belly button again, this time his tongue swirling around it before dipping in deeper, eliciting a surprised gasp from her. "Does this feel better?"

"Yes," Y/N giggled, squirming beneath his touch.

"I'm just getting started," Jimin said, his eyes dark with desire. He reached her navel again, this time his tongue tracing a slow, deliberate circle around it. "You're so sensitive here," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin.

"Jimin," Y/N gasped, her hips bucking slightly. She couldn't believe how much his mouth on her belly was driving her wild. "It feels weird."

He chuckled, his breath warm and moist against her skin. "Weird good or weird bad?" he teased, his tongue darting out to flick her navel again.

"Good," she moaned, her eyes squeezing shut as the sensation grew more intense. Jimin's tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles, the gentle pressure making her squirm with pleasure.

Y/N's hand found the back of his head, her fingers threading through his hair as she urged him closer. He chuckled against her skin, the vibrations sending a delicious shiver down her spine. "You're so responsive, baby," he murmured, his breath hot against her stomach.

Jimin's tongue danced around her navel, flicking and swirling in a hypnotic pattern. It was a sensation she had never felt before, a strange mix of tickling and arousal that had her hips lifting off the couch. "Jimin," she moaned, her voice thick with desire. "What are you doing to me?"

His eyes never left hers as he continued his sweet torment. "Exploring," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "Your body is like a map, Y/N, and I want to know every inch of you."

Y/N felt her core tighten at his words, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan as his tongue delved into the sensitive dip of her navel. It was as if he had discovered a secret spot, a button that sent electric currents through her body, making her squirm with need. His movements were slow, deliberate, and maddening, as if he knew exactly how much she could take before begging for more.

Jimin's fingers, still slick from her earlier release, slid back down her body, finding their way to her pussy once again. He parted her folds, his digits slipping in and out with ease, his eyes never leaving hers. Y/N's hips bucked upwards, eager for the friction, and he chuckled darkly at her desperation. The sound of his fingers moving in and out of her filled the room, a wet, delicious sound that only served to heighten her arousal.

"So greedy," Jimin murmured against her stomach, his tongue still playing with her navel. His fingers curled, hitting that spot inside her that made her toes curl and her back arch. "You want more, don't you, baby?"

Y/N could only nod, her breath coming in shallow pants. Jimin's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and he slid his hand away from her, leaving her feeling empty and needy. "Take off your skirt," he instructed, his voice low and commanding.

With trembling hands, Y/N did as she was told, her cheeks flaming as she revealed herself to him. He took a moment to appreciate the view, her legs bare and spread wide, inviting him in. "Fuck, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You're so wet."

Jimin's eyes never left hers as his thumb circled her clit, the pad of his thumb applying just the right amount of pressure. "Look at me," he ordered, his voice firm. Y/N's eyes snapped to his, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as his thumb moved in tight circles.

Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as he continued to torment her. She felt like she was drowning in it, like she could never get enough of him. His fingers slid in and out of her in a rhythm that was both torturous and exquisite.

Y/N's hips rolled with his touch, seeking more, her breath coming in pants. "Jimin," she gasped, her eyes squeezed shut as she fought the urge to come again. "I can't…"

He ignored her, his tongue pressing deeper into her navel, his breath hot against her skin. His fingers curled inside her, hitting that spot that made her legs shake, and she couldn't help but moan. "You can," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "You can handle it."

Y/N's eyes snapped open, meeting his intense gaze. "But… but it feels…" she couldn't find the words to explain the delicious ache building within her.

"It's supposed to," Jimin murmured, his eyes hooded with lust. His thumb continued to circle her clit, his other fingers working their magic inside her. She watched as he leaned back slightly, his eyes never leaving hers, and licked his palm before bringing his hand back to her pussy. He smeared the saliva over her clit, his fingers coating her in wetness before diving back in.

The sensation was new, the feel of his wet hand on her skin sending a fresh wave of heat through her. "Oh," she gasped, her body tightening around his hand. "What are you doing?"

"Making sure you're ready for me," Jimin replied, his voice a low purr. He watched as her eyes grew wide, her breathing shallow. "You're so tight, baby."

Y/N's legs trembled as he spoke, his words sending a shiver down her spine. She felt his hand move away, and she bit her lip, anticipating his next move. He stood up, his erection straining against his pants, and she couldn't help but admire the way his muscles rippled as he undid his belt and zipped down his fly.

Her eyes widened as he pulled out his cock, the sight of him making her feel both nervous and incredibly aroused. He was bigger than she had imagined, and the thought of him filling her made her pussy clench in anticipation. Jimin's eyes never left hers as he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to touch her face gently.

"You're okay?" he asked, his voice thick with need. Y/N nodded, unable to find the words to respond as she took in the beauty of him, standing before her, completely naked and vulnerable.

Jimin stepped closer, his cock jutting towards her. Y/N's eyes widened as he positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock nudging against her swollen clit. "Ready?" he whispered, his voice a hoarse whisper.

Y/N nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes," she murmured, her voice a shaky breath.

Jimin's hand slid down her body, his fingertips teasing her folds before he pushed the head of his cock against her. "You're so wet," he murmured, his voice thick with need. "So ready for me."

Y/N nodded, her eyes never leaving his as he pushed into her inch by inch. The feeling was overwhelming, the stretch and the fullness unlike anything she had ever experienced. She felt a twinge of pain, but it was quickly overshadowed by the intense pleasure that followed as he filled her completely.

Jimin's eyes searched hers, watching for any sign of discomfort, but all he saw was the raw need reflected back at him. He groaned as her warm, wet heat enveloped him, the sensation so exquisite he thought he might come right then and there. With a gentle hand on her cheek, he leaned down to kiss her, their lips moving in a silent promise of love and passion.

Y/N's body tensed around him as he began to move, her nails digging into the couch cushions as she tried to adjust to the feeling of him inside her. It was tight, a little painful even, but the way he kissed her made it feel like she could handle anything he gave her. Jimin's movements were slow and deliberate, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body.

He broke the kiss, his eyes searching hers. "You okay, baby?" he asked, his voice thick with concern.

Y/N nodded, biting her lip to keep from crying out as he pulled almost all the way out before sliding back in. "It's just… it's a lot," she admitted, her eyes squeezed shut.

"I know," Jimin murmured, his voice soothing. "Take your time. We'll go as slow as you need." He kissed her again, his hips moving in a gentle rhythm that had her body slowly relaxing around him. "You're doing so well, baby."

Y/N nodded, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice shaky. She watched as his muscles tensed and relaxed with each stroke, his eyes never leaving hers. His gentleness was surprising.

Jimin's pace grew steadier, his cock sliding in and out of her with an ease that she hadn't anticipated. Each time he filled her, she felt a spark of pleasure that grew stronger with every movement. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, and she could feel her orgasm building again.

"Jimin," she gasped, her voice a needy whine. "It feels��"

"Good?" he asked, his voice strained as he fought to keep his own pleasure at bay. He didn't want to come before she did.

"Faster," Y/N panted, her nails digging into his back as she urged him to go faster. Jimin complied, his hips moving with more urgency as he claimed her body completely. She felt herself climbing higher and higher, each stroke sending her closer to the edge.

Jimin's hand moved to her clit, his thumb circling the sensitive nub as he drove into her. The combination was too much, and she felt herself teetering on the brink of release. "Oh, Jimin," she gasped, her body tightening around him. "I'm… I'm going to come."

His eyes darkened, and his movements grew more urgent. "Do it, baby," he murmured, his voice strained with his own need. "Come for me."

Y/N felt the orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing around his cock. She cried out, her nails raking down his back as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Jimin's eyes never left hers as he watched her come apart, the sight of her in the throes of ecstasy pushing him closer to the edge.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hips pistoning faster, his thumb pressing down hard on her clit. "You're so beautiful, baby. So fucking beautiful."

Y/N's body was a symphony of sensation, each stroke of his cock and flick of his thumb sending her spiraling into a vortex of pleasure. She felt him swell inside her, knew he was close. "Jimin," she whispered, her voice shaky. "I'm… I'm…"

"I know, baby," he gritted out, his eyes never leaving hers as he chased his own climax. His movements grew more erratic, his breath ragged. "Come with me."

Y/N could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tightened as he neared the edge. She wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his ass as she urged him on. The friction of his thumb on her clit was unbearable, sending her spiraling closer to a fourth orgasm. "I'm… I'm trying," she moaned.

"Good girl," Jimin murmured, his voice thick with his own need. His thumb moved faster, his eyes never leaving hers as he watched her face contort with pleasure. "Come for me, baby. Let me see you come again."

Y/N's eyes rolled back in her head, her body tensing as she felt the orgasm approaching. "Jimin," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea. She was so close, so close.

And then it hit her, a tidal wave of pleasure that had her screaming his name, her body clamping down on him as she came, her walls pulsing around his cock. Jimin's eyes widened, the sight of her pleasure pushing him over the edge. He thrust into her one last time, burying himself deep as he came, his release filling her up.

For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies joined, their breaths mingling. Jimin's thumb slowed on her clit, his movements gentle now as he rode out his own orgasm. Y/N's legs trembled, her body still shaking with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Finally, he pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He leaned down to kiss her, his tongue sliding into her mouth as if he couldn't get enough of her taste. Y/N moaned into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck as she clung to him.

Breaking away, Jimin looked into her eyes, his own filled with a mix of concern and desire. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle. Y/N nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"More than okay," she murmured, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. "That was…" she searched for the right word, but nothing seemed to encapsulate the intensity of what they had just shared.

Jimin leaned back, his hand caressing her cheek. "I've been waiting to hear you scream my name like that for so long," he admitted, his voice low and filled with emotion.

Y/N's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. "I didn't know it could be like that," she whispered, her eyes still glazed with passion.

Jimin pulled out of her, his cock slipping free with a wet sound that had her biting her lip. He sat back on the couch, pulling her into his lap. "Neither did I," he admitted, his voice rough. "Not with anyone else."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes searching his. "What do we do now?" she asked, her voice trembling. The reality of their situation was setting in, the weight of their actions heavy on her shoulders.

Jimin sighed, his thumb tracing circles on her cheek. "Will you marry me?"

Y/N's eyes widened in shock, her breath catching in her throat. "What?" she whispered, sure she had heard him wrong.

Jimin's gaze was steady, his voice firm as he repeated his question. "Marry me, Y/N. Make this real, for your parents to get off your back."

Y/N's heart hammered in her chest as she processed his words. The heat between their bodies was palpable, the scent of their shared passion lingering in the air. "Jimin, I…" she began, but her voice trailed off, unsure of what to say.

"Think about it," he urged, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "We can make it work, I know we can." His arms tightened around her, and she felt his warmth seep into her bones. The idea was ludicrous, but the sincerity in his voice was undeniable.

Y/N swallowed hard, her mind racing with the implications of his proposal. "Let me divorce Raj first. Then I'll marry you."

Jimin's eyes searched hers, the gravity of her words sinking in. He nodded, his expression a mix of relief and determination. "I'll help you through it," he promised, his arms tightening around her.

Y/N leaned into him, feeling the rapid beat of his heart against her chest. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice shaky.

Jimin's arms tightened around her. "Don't thank me," he said gruffly. "You deserve to be happy, and if that means being with me, then I'll fight for us."

Y/N nodded, a sense of peace washing over her. "Let's do it," she whispered. Jimin's smile was the sweetest thing she had ever seen, a mix of relief and hope that made her heart soar.

Days turned into weeks, and with Jimin's help, she navigated the painful process of her divorce from Raj. To her surprise, her parents were more understanding than she had ever imagined. They had seen the love she and Jimin had for each other, and after a heart-to-heart conversation, they had given their blessing.

"Y/N, I know this isn't what we had planned for you," her mother said, her voice filled with a rare softness. "But your happiness is all that matters to us. "

Y/N looked at her dad, who nodded solemnly, his hand resting on her mother's. "We've seen the way Jimin looks at you," he added. "And how you light up around him. We can't ignore that."

Her mother took a deep breath, wiping away a tear. "We just want you to be happy, beta," she said. "If he makes you happy, then we support your decision."

Y/N felt a weight lift from her shoulders. She had been so scared of their reaction, but here they were, understanding and accepting. "Thank you," she said, her voice thick with emotion.

The months that followed were a whirlwind of planning and preparation. A fusion of Indian and Korean traditions, their wedding was set to be the event of the season. The guest list grew longer with each passing day, filled with the who's who of both communities. The pressure was on, but Jimin was by her side every step of the way, his love and support unwavering.

The day of the wedding finally arrived, a vibrant tapestry of colors and culture. The grandeur of the venue was a testament to the union of two families, each with their own distinct heritage. Y/N looked breathtaking in a custom-made lehenga, her eyes sparkling with excitement and nerves. Jimin, dressed in a traditional Korean groom's attire, couldn't help but stare at her, his heart swelling with pride.

Their friends and family, a mix of Indian and Korean traditions, had flown in from across the globe. The air was filled with a symphony of languages and laughter as everyone mingled, eager for the main event to begin. Y/N's parents had pulled out all the stops, ensuring that every detail reflected the love story that had blossomed between their daughter and Jimin.

The wedding ceremony itself was a spectacle of color and emotion. The stage was set with an intricate blend of reds, golds, and pinks, traditional to an Indian wedding, alongside the elegant simplicity of white, a staple in Korean ceremonies. The scent of jasmine and roses filled the grand ballroom, as the sweet sounds of a sitar and a traditional Korean string instrument wove together in a melodic harmony.

Y/N walked down the aisle, her heart racing with excitement and love for Jimin. She could feel the weight of hundreds of eyes on her, but all she saw was him, waiting for her at the altar with a smile that seemed to hold the universe within it. Her father gave her away, his eyes misty with joy and a hint of sadness, as she stepped into a new chapter of her life.

"You look like a goddess," Jimin murmured as she reached him, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/N looked into his eyes, feeling a rush of love so profound she thought she might burst. "And you, a king," she replied, her voice a whisper.

Their wedding was a spectacle to behold, a true fusion of their two worlds. The pandit and the minister exchanged knowing glances, their voices rising and falling in a harmonious blend of Sanskrit and Korean as they recited their vows. The air was electric with love and anticipation as they exchanged garlands of marigolds and jasmine, the scent of incense and traditional Korean spices swirling around them.

"With this jaee, I promise to cherish and protect you," Jimin murmured, his eyes never leaving hers as he tied the sacred knot around her neck.

Y/N's heart raced as she whispered her vows in return, feeling the weight of the gold necklace, a symbol of their union. "And with this mangalsutra, I pledge to love and honor you," she responded, her voice steady despite the nerves dancing in her stomach.

The room erupted in applause as they were pronounced husband and wife. Jimin leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss that promised a lifetime of passion and love. The crowd cheered, a cacophony of English, Hindi, and Korean, their friends and family showering them in a rain of rice and flower petals. Y/N's eyes sparkled with joy as she broke away, her cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink.

"Mr. and Mrs. Park," the DJ announced, and the music swelled, a fusion of Bollywood beats and K-Pop anthems. The dance floor filled with a riot of color, as guests in elegant saris and traditional Korean garb mingled and danced together. Jimin's friends from the company whispered congratulations, their eyes lingering on the stunning new CEO and his equally enchanting bride.

Y/N's heart was in her throat as she and Jimin stepped into the center of the dance floor, his hand firmly around her waist. "Ready?" he murmured into her ear, his breath tickling her neck. She nodded, her palms damp with nerves. The spotlight found them, and the crowd parted to make way for their first dance.

"This is it," she whispered, her eyes meeting his.

Jimin nodded, his grip on her hand tightening. "We're in this together, Y/N."

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