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Water Coloured Tears | Jeon Jungkook

two- drunk call (0.9k words)

*JJUNGKOOK requested to follow you*

I wish I could say I didn't already know he had unfollowed me all those month ago, but the truth is I knew as soon as he did. Stalker alert. 

'Girl, what is up with your vibe today?' Looking to my left I meet eyes with Lisa. My one acception to my rule of not involving myself with anything to do with Jungkook. Mostly because she doesn't care about the bullshit him and his friends get into. 

She's the epitome of the 'cool girl'. Never Giving a fuck about drama outside of her and never involving herself in gossip. Everyone admires her, I sometimes debate why she even bothers with me. Opposites attract I suppose. 

She's loosely involved with his group of friends, from the little that I've got out of her she thinks they're too much to be around on the regular. 

'Ughhh. Okay, but don't laugh at me. It's really stressing me out.' How can I even ask her that when I feel stupid myself?

'I can't promise anything, but I'll try my very best.' Her tone is light. She's proven to me already that she'll always be there for me, even if she does think my predicament is trivial, if it's causing me stress she'll be there. That's what I love so much about her, she doesn't need to understand to be empathetic.  

'You know that massive project I have that will literally last like half of the year? I got partnered up with Jungkook.' 

'Jungkook as in the Jungkook who shattered your heart into a million little pieces and never looked back?' Her expression might've been the driest I've ever seen it.

'First of all, ouch. Second of all, no the Jungkook who magically just appeared that no ones ever heard of.' It's said in the same tone she used, just slightly more sarcastic. 

'Damn there's a mysterious new boy? Is he cute?' At this point I can't even tell if she's joking. Looking far interested at the idea.

'Girl please be serious. I don't know what to do.' 

'Just switch partners or something, your professors chill.' Sighing, I explain exactly why I cant do just that.

'Damn. Well looks like you're fucked.' 

'Exactly my thought.'

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3am. That's when I receive the message from him, asking if I was busy tomorrow, Or that's what I think It's meant to say. From his grammar I can tell he's drunk. That catches me off guard, who in their right mind thinks about school work when they're drunk. 

What confuses me more though is the way my heart drops to my arse. Sure, I was expecting the message but not at 3am on a Friday night. While he's drunk might I add. God this boy is strange.

I stare at the message for what feels like an eternity, I know he can see that I've saw it but it's like I'm in a trance. My phone screaming out it's annoying ring tone snaps me right out of it. 

If I was shocked before I don't even know how to describe this feeling. 

Answering the call comes far too easily, like he never stopped calling me.

'Jungkook?' 

'You answered.' It's a gentle whisper, I almost didn't hear it. 'I didn't think you'd answer, but you answered.' His words, his tone, send a shooting pain straight into my heart. He sounds so relieved. As if all he's ever needed was for me to accept this one call. 

'I answered.' Is all I can manage to force out of my mouth and he's giggling. An uncontrollable giggle. How does one react to that? How do I possibly respond to this boy giggling down the line. 

Turns out the only response I have is a sore laugh. Sore but real, a real laugh because what even is this? What is he doing?

The line is silent on his side now, I'm beginning to conclude that he's fallen asleep in his drunken haze when he finally begins to talk again, 'So... are you busy tomorrow?'

'No. No, I'm not.' We're still whispering. I can't tell if it's because he doesn't want anyone to know who he's talking to or because he doesn't want to scare me off. Either way, I know which one it is for me.  

'Perfect! Meet me at the campus café at two.' He's perked up now, his voice raising an octave or two. A smile evident in his voice.

'I'll be there.' I can't help but smile too. 

The line goes quite, once again. 

'Y/n?' His voice is a delicate lull again. Breathy almost.

'Yes?'

'I'm sorry.' 

'It's okay.' It's not okay, though. I'm not okay. He's not okay and I don't forgive him. I'll never forgive him. Not after how much he hurt me. I want to say it, to scream it, but I don't. 

Preferring to let the gentleness of it all to stay intact. Leaving my unspoken words screaming into the abyss. 

It's deafeningly quite, I'm half expecting him to break the silence again. 

That is until I start to hear his soft snores. I don't hang up. I've missed this too much to give it up now. My ego might be bruised for being so weak, but I've never been more content. 

Curling into my blanket I cling onto my lone teddy, the one he bought me when we we're 16. It's a pathetic stand in for what I wish I was holding, but it's all I have.

Falling asleep to the sound of his breathing is far to easy. Normally my brain is clouded by thoughts but tonight non come, and as much as I hate to admit it, that is the best I've slept since the night he left.

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a/n: reminder to everyone to never call/ text someone you dont talk to anymore while drunk (or at all tbh). life is NOT a fanfic (unfortunately)

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what about walking in countryside road holding on each other for life talking about cows and goats ...

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barely yours | mingyu (end)

Author: bratzkoo | navi Pairing: rockstar! mingyu x reader Word Count: 4.7k Genre: fluff, angst, smut-ish Rating: NC-17 Possible Warnings/ Note: Thanks for being with me all through out this fic, thank you for loving mingyu and y/n even if they're little shit sometimes. To everyone that interacted and reblogged, thank you guys so so so much, you made me very happy. Till next fic! If you're a bts army and a doctor who fan (whovian), i hope you can check out my next series it's going to be doctor who! hoseok x archaelogist! reader.

Summary: you flirt, you fuck, but when you hint that you want to be more he dismissed it as if you’re joking... and when you decide to ignore him he comes back with flowers at your doorstep.

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The Parisian morning light filtered through the gauzy curtains of Y/N's hotel suite, casting a soft glow over the scattered suitcases and designer bags. Y/N stood by the window, gazing out at the city she had come to love, a city that had witnessed both her professional triumphs and, most recently, a pivotal moment in her personal life.

Her fingers absently traced the outline of the Eiffel Tower in the distance, her mind replaying the events of the past week. Fashion Week had been a whirlwind of shows, parties, and business meetings. But amidst the chaos, one moment stood out above all others – her unexpected reunion with Mingyu.

Y/N closed her eyes, allowing herself to relive that night. The shock of seeing him across the crowded room, looking devastatingly handsome in his tailored suit. The electricity that had coursed through her body when their eyes met. The way her heart had raced as he made his way towards her, that familiar crooked smile playing on his lips.

She hadn't expected the rush of emotions that came with seeing him again. Five years of carefully constructed walls had crumbled in an instant, leaving her vulnerable and exhilarated all at once. And then, one drink had led to another, conversations had flowed as easily as they had in the past, and before she knew it...

Y/N's cheeks flushed at the memory of that night. The heat of Mingyu's kisses, the tenderness in his touch, the way he had whispered her name like a prayer. It had been passionate, intense, and achingly familiar. But it had also been tinged with a newfound maturity, a depth of emotion that spoke of the years that had passed and the growth they had both undergone.

The buzz of her phone on the nightstand jolted Y/N from her reverie. Probably another message from her assistant confirming the details of her upcoming skincare line launch. Y/N sighed, torn between the excitement of her career and the bittersweet ache of leaving... of leaving Mingyu.

The past week had been like living in a dream. After that initial night, she and Mingyu had spent every possible moment together. Late-night walks along the Seine, his hand warm in hers as they strolled past the twinkling lights reflected in the water. Early morning coffees at quaint cafes, sharing croissants and stolen kisses over steaming cups of café au lait. Afternoons spent exploring the Louvre, Mingyu's childlike wonder at the art bringing a smile to her face. And evenings... evenings spent tangled in hotel sheets, rediscovering each other, talking for hours about everything and nothing.

But reality was calling. Y/N had an empire to run, a new skincare line to launch, and a life waiting for her back in Seoul. And Mingyu... Mingyu had HHT, world tours, and a career that spanned the globe. They had talked about it, of course. Long, serious conversations about their feelings, their careers, the challenges they would face. They had agreed to take things slow, to see where this rekindled connection might lead. But now, with miles about to stretch between them once again, Y/N felt a familiar fear creeping in. Would distance pull them apart, as it had before?

A knock at the door startled Y/N from her thoughts. "Mademoiselle, your car is ready," came the concierge's voice.

"Thank you," Y/N called back, her voice steadier than she felt. "I'll be down in a moment."

With one last look around the room, Y/N gathered her things. As she reached for the door handle, her eyes fell on a small bottle of perfume on the dresser – a sample of "Barely Yours." She hesitated for a moment before picking it up and tucking it into her purse. A reminder of what she was leaving behind, and perhaps, of what she hoped to return to.

The ride to Charles de Gaulle Airport was quiet, the streets of Paris still sleepy in the early morning hours. Y/N's mind wandered, replaying conversations she'd had with Mingyu over the past week.

"I've missed this," Mingyu had said one night as they sat on a bench in the Tuileries Garden, the setting sun painting the sky in hues of pink and gold. "I've missed you."

Y/N had leaned her head on his shoulder, breathing in the scent that was uniquely him. "I've missed you too," she had admitted. "More than I realized."

"What are we doing, Y/N?" Mingyu had asked, his voice soft but intense. "Is this... is this just a Paris thing? A trip down memory lane?"

She had sat up then, turning to face him. In the fading light, his eyes had been full of hope and fear, mirroring her own emotions. "I don't want it to be," she had said honestly. "But Mingyu, our lives are so different now. We're not the same people we were five years ago."

"Maybe that's a good thing," he had replied, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "We've grown, Y/N. We've achieved our dreams. Maybe now... maybe now we're finally ready for this. For us."

The memory faded as the car approached the airport. Y/N's heart felt heavy, the weight of leaving pressing down on her. They had said their goodbyes last night, both agreeing it would be easier this way. A clean break, a chance to process everything that had happened and figure out their next steps.

But as the car pulled up to the departures terminal, Y/N was struck by how wrong it felt. How could she just leave, go back to her life as if this past week hadn't changed everything?

Lost in thought, Y/N almost missed the commotion at the airport's entrance. A crowd had gathered, phones out, excited chatter filling the air. And there, in the center of it all, stood Mingyu.

Y/N's heart leapt into her throat. He wasn't supposed to be here. But there he was, looking breathtakingly handsome in a simple white t-shirt and jeans, his eyes scanning the arriving cars frantically.

As Y/N's car pulled up, Mingyu's eyes locked onto hers through the window. The look on his face – a mixture of determination, hope, and unbridled love – took her breath away.

Before the driver could fully stop, Y/N was out of the car. She vaguely registered the flashing of cameras, the surprised gasps from onlookers, but all she could focus on was Mingyu.

"What are you doing here?" she asked as she reached him, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mingyu took her hands in his, his touch sending sparks through her entire body. "I couldn't let you leave like this," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "Not again. Not without telling you how I feel."

Y/N's heart raced. "Mingyu, we talked about this. Our lives, our careers..."

But Mingyu shook his head, cutting her off. "I don't care about any of that. Y/N, these past five years without you have been... empty. I've achieved everything I thought I wanted, but none of it means anything if I can't share it with you."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as Mingyu continued, his words coming out in a rush, as if he was afraid he'd lose his nerve if he didn't say them now.

"Be with me, please Y/N," he pleaded, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I love you. I loved you 5 years ago, I loved you 5 months ago, I loved you five minutes ago, and I'll love you every second of every day for the rest of my life. We can make this work. Whatever obstacles come our way, we'll face them together."

Y/N stood there, overwhelmed by the intensity of Mingyu's words, of her own feelings. She thought about the life she had built for herself, the success she had achieved. She was no longer the uncertain young woman she had been five years ago. She had grown, evolved into someone she was proud to be.

And it was that realization that finally allowed her to let go of her fears.

"Yes," she whispered, a smile breaking through her tears.

Mingyu blinked, as if not quite believing what he'd heard. "Yes?"

Y/N laughed, the sound full of joy and promise. "Yes, Mingyu. Yes to being with you. Yes to facing whatever comes our way together. Yes to loving you every second of every day."

With a whoop of joy, Mingyu lifted Y/N off her feet, spinning her around as onlookers cheered and cameras flashed. When he set her down, he cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs gently wiping away her tears.

"I love you, Y/N," he said softly. "Fully and completely."

"And I love you," Y/N replied, her heart feeling fuller than it ever had. "I'm yours, Mingyu. Fully yours."

As their lips met in a kiss that promised a lifetime of love and happiness, neither Y/N nor Mingyu paid any attention to the commotion around them. In that moment, it was just the two of them, finally where they were always meant to be – together.

The weeks that followed were a whirlwind of activity. News of their reunion spread like wildfire, dominating entertainment headlines and social media. Y/N's phone buzzed constantly with messages from friends, family, and business associates, all curious about this sudden development in her personal life.

Mingyu faced his own challenges, fielding questions from reporters and reassuring fans that his relationship wouldn't affect HHT's future. But through it all, they stood united, facing each hurdle together.

Their first major test came when Y/N had to return to Seoul for the launch of her new skincare line. The night before her flight, she and Mingyu sat on the balcony of his Paris hotel room, the city lights twinkling below them.

"I'm scared," Y/N admitted, her voice small. "What if... what if distance changes things again?"

Mingyu pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her temple. "It won't," he said firmly. "We're different people now, Y/N. We know what we want, and we're willing to fight for it. Plus," he added with a grin, "I have about a million airline miles saved up. I plan to put them to good use."

Y/N laughed, feeling some of her anxiety melt away. "I love you," she said, marveling at how easily the words came now.

"I love you too," Mingyu replied. "Always."

The next year was a testament to their commitment. Despite busy schedules and often being in different time zones, Mingyu and Y/N made their relationship work. Video calls became a daily ritual, no matter how late or early it might be. Mingyu surprised Y/N at product launches and important meetings, while Y/N became a fixture at HHT's concerts, cheering from backstage.

Their friends and family watched with a mixture of joy and amusement as the once-tentative couple blossomed into a powerhouse of love and support. Seungcheol often joked that he felt like a proud parent watching his children grow up.

It was during one of HHT's world tour stops in New York that Mingyu decided to take the next step. He had planned everything meticulously, with the help of the other members and Y/N's assistant.

After the concert, he led a blindfolded Y/N to the top of the Empire State Building, which he had managed to reserve for just the two of them. As Y/N removed the blindfold, she gasped at the sight before her. The observation deck was covered in rose petals and candles, the New York skyline providing a breathtaking backdrop.

"Mingyu, what is all this?" she asked, her eyes wide with wonder.

Mingyu took her hands in his, his heart pounding. "Y/N," he began, his voice trembling slightly, "five years ago, I let you go because I was too afraid to admit how I felt. I've regretted that decision every day since. But now, I'm not afraid anymore. I know exactly what I want, and it's you. It's always been you."

Dropping to one knee, Mingyu pulled out a small velvet box. Inside was a stunning ring, a large diamond surrounded by smaller stones that sparkled in the candlelight.

"Hwang Y/N," Mingyu said, looking up at her with eyes full of love, "will you marry me?"

Tears streaming down her face, Y/N nodded emphatically. "Yes," she managed to choke out. "Yes, a thousand times yes!"

As Mingyu slipped the ring onto her finger and stood to kiss her, the New York night sky erupted in a spectacular fireworks display, orchestrated by the ever-romantic Seungcheol.

The news of their engagement spread quickly, sending fans and media into a frenzy. But Mingyu and Y/N were in their own bubble of happiness, already dreaming of their future together.

The months leading up to the wedding were a blur of planning, fittings, and juggling their busy careers. They decided on a spring wedding in Seoul, wanting to celebrate their love in the city where it all began.

Finally, the big day arrived. The venue, a beautiful garden on the outskirts of Seoul, was transformed into a fairytale setting. Cherry blossoms were in full bloom, their delicate petals dancing in the gentle breeze.

In a private room, Y/N stood before a full-length mirror, hardly recognizing the woman staring back at her. Her wedding gown, a custom creation that perfectly blended traditional Korean elements with modern design, made her feel like a princess. Her hair was swept up in an elegant updo, adorned with small crystal flowers that matched her earrings – a gift from Mingyu's mother.

A knock at the door preceded the entrance of her bridal party – a mix of childhood friends and industry colleagues who had become like family over the years.

"Oh, Y/N," her maid of honor gasped, tears already forming in her eyes. "You look absolutely breathtaking."

Y/N smiled, a mix of nerves and excitement fluttering in her stomach. "Thank you. I can't believe this is really happening."

As her friends fussed over last-minute details, Y/N's mind wandered to Mingyu. Was he as nervous as she was? Was he thinking of her too?

Meanwhile, in another room, Mingyu was indeed thinking of Y/N. He stood still as Seungcheol adjusted his bowtie, the other members of HHT bustling around in various states of readiness.

"You okay, man?" Seungcheol asked, noticing Mingyu's distant expression.

Mingyu nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, I'm just... I can't wait to see her, you know? To start our life together."

Seungcheol clapped him on the shoulder, his eyes suspiciously moist. "I'm so happy for you, bro. You and Y/N... you were always meant for this."

As the guests took their seats and the soft strains of music filled the air, Mingyu took his place at the altar. His heart raced as he waited, his eyes fixed on the entrance where Y/N would soon appear.

And then, there she was. As Y/N began her walk down the aisle, a collective gasp rose from the assembled guests. She was a vision in white, her face radiant with joy and love. But Mingyu saw none of it. All he could see was Y/N's eyes, locked on his, filled with a love so pure and strong it took his breath away.

As she reached him, Mingyu took her hand, squeezing it gently. "You're beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

"So are you," Y/N replied, her smile brighter than the sun.

The ceremony was a beautiful blend of traditional and modern elements, reflecting the couple's journey and their hopes for the future. As they exchanged vows and rings, there wasn't a dry eye in the house. Even the normally stoic Wonwoo was seen discretely wiping away a tear.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife," the officiant declared. "You may kiss the bride."

Mingyu didn't need to be told twice. He pulled Y/N close, pouring all his love and joy into a kiss that seemed to stop time itself. As they broke apart, the garden erupted in cheers and applause.

The reception that followed was a joyous celebration of love, friendship, and new beginnings. The sound of laughter and clinking glasses filled the air as guests mingled in the beautifully decorated hall. Soft fairy lights twinkled overhead, and the scent of flowers – carefully chosen to complement Y/N's signature perfume – wafted through the space.

At the head table, Mingyu couldn't take his eyes off his bride. Y/N was radiant, her eyes sparkling as she chatted with their friends and family. Every so often, she would catch him staring and give him a wink or a blown kiss, making his heart soar all over again.

The reception was in full swing, a perfect blend of elegance and fun that reflected the couple's personalities. In one corner, Mingyu's bandmates were engaged in an impromptu dance battle, much to the delight of the guests. Vernon, with his smooth moves, was giving Seungcheol a run for his money, while Wonwoo surprised everyone with a suddenly unleashed dance prowess that had been hiding behind his usually calm demeanor.

Y/N laughed as she watched them, leaning into Mingyu. "I see some things never change," she said fondly.

Mingyu grinned, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Once a group of goofballs, always a group of goofballs."

As the dance battle wound down, Vernon made his way to the newlyweds, a mischievous glint in his eye. "So, Y/N," he said, leaning on the table, "now that you're officially part of the HHT family, does this mean we get free skincare for life?"

Y/N pretended to consider this. "Hmm, I don't know. That depends. Do I get free concert tickets for life?"

"Deal!" Vernon exclaimed, holding out his hand for a high five, which Y/N gladly returned.

Wonwoo joined them, his usually stoic face softened by a warm smile. "I have to say," he said, his voice quiet but sincere, "seeing you two together like this... it just feels right. Like the final piece of a puzzle clicking into place."

Mingyu reached out to squeeze Wonwoo's shoulder, touched by his friend's words. "Thanks, man. That means a lot."

As the evening progressed, it was time for the speeches. The tapping of a spoon against a glass drew everyone's attention. Seungcheol stood up, microphone in hand, his eyes already suspiciously moist.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his voice thick with emotion, "as the best man, it's my duty to give a speech. But I have to warn you, I'm a bit of a mess already."

Laughter rippled through the crowd as Seungcheol's girlfriend, Mina, pointedly raised her phone to record the moment.

"I've known Mingyu for... well, it feels like forever," Seungcheol continued. "We've been through everything together – trainee days, debut jitters, world tours. But I've never seen him as happy as he is with Y/N."

Seungcheol turned to face the newlyweds, tears now flowing freely down his cheeks. "Y/N, you were our manager, our friend, and now you're family. Thank you for loving this big goofball and for making him smile like that."

Y/N reached out to squeeze Seungcheol's hand, her own eyes glistening with tears.

"And Mingyu," Seungcheol's voice cracked, "my brother, my bandmate, my best friend. I'm so proud of you. You fought for your love, you never gave up, and now... now you're finally fully hers, and she's fully yours."

By this point, Seungcheol was full-on sobbing, much to the amusement and endearment of the guests. Mina zoomed in on his face, barely containing her own laughter.

"To Mingyu and Y/N," Seungcheol managed to choke out, raising his glass. "May your love story continue to inspire us all. And may you always remember that you're not just 'barely' each other's – you're fully, completely, and eternally each other's."

As the guests echoed the toast, Mingyu stood up and enveloped Seungcheol in a bear hug, both men now openly weeping. Y/N joined them, wrapping her arms around both. Vernon stepped up to the microphone, his easy grin in place.

"Now, I know Seungcheol already gave the best man speech," he started, "but as Mingyu's self-proclaimed 'best friend for life,' I feel like I have some things to add."

The crowd chuckled, settling in for what promised to be an entertaining speech.

"I've known Mingyu for a long time," Vernon continued, "and I've seen him go through a lot of phases. There was the 'I'm too cool to smile' phase, the 'I'm going to dye my hair a new color every week' phase, and who could forget the 'I think I can pull off leopard print' phase?"

Laughter erupted as Mingyu buried his face in his hands, groaning good-naturedly.

"But through all of that," Vernon's voice softened, "there was one constant: the way he looked at Y/N. Even when they were just friends, even when they were apart, there was always something special there. And seeing them together now, it's like... it's like watching your favorite movie with the perfect ending."

Vernon raised his glass. "To Mingyu and Y/N. May your love story continue to be the blockbuster hit of our lives."

As the applause died down, Wonwoo stepped forward. Known for his quiet nature, many guests were curious to hear what he had to say.

"I'm not usually one for many words," Wonwoo began, his deep voice carrying across the room, "but for Mingyu and Y/N, I'll make an exception."

He turned to face the couple. "Mingyu, you've been my brother in everything but blood for years. I've seen you at your highest highs and your lowest lows. But I've never seen you as happy as you are with Y/N. And Y/N," he continued, his gaze shifting to the bride, "you've been a part of our family since the day we met you. You've supported us, guided us, and now, you've made our Mingyu complete."

Wonwoo's eyes glistened with unshed tears. "Love like yours is rare. It's the kind of love that inspires songs, that gives hope to others. Cherish it, nurture it, and know that you'll always have us – your HHT family – supporting you every step of the way."

There wasn't a dry eye in the house as Wonwoo finished his speech. Mingyu stood up, pulling both Vernon and Wonwoo into a tight hug. Y/N joined them, and soon all of HHT was engaged in a group hug that spoke volumes about their bond.

The night continued with more heartfelt speeches, including one from Y/N's maid of honor that had everyone in stitches with embarrassing stories from their college days. Mingyu's parents spoke of how proud they were of their son and how happy they were to welcome Y/N into the family. Y/N's father, usually stoic in public, surprised everyone with an emotional speech about watching his little girl grow into the strong, successful woman before them.

As the formal part of the evening wound down, the dance floor became the center of attention. Mingyu and Y/N shared their first dance to a beautiful ballad written and performed by the members of HHT. As they swayed to the music, lost in each other's eyes, the love between them was palpable.

"I can't believe we're here," Y/N murmured, her head resting on Mingyu's chest. "Sometimes I feel like I'm going to wake up and realize this was all a dream."

Mingyu tightened his arms around her. "If it's a dream, I never want to wake up," he replied, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

As the night wore on, filled with dancing, laughter, and joy, Y/N and Mingyu stole a quiet moment on the balcony. The spring air was cool and fragrant with cherry blossoms. Under the starlit sky, Mingyu pulled Y/N close, humming softly in her ear.

"Is that...?" Y/N asked, recognizing the melody.

Mingyu nodded, smiling. "A new version of 'Barely Yours.' I'm thinking of calling it 'Fully Ours.'"

Y/N's heart swelled with love. "It's perfect," she whispered, leaning in for a kiss.

As they stood there, the Seoul skyline twinkling behind them and their future stretching out before them, both Mingyu and Y/N reflected on the journey that had brought them to this moment.

"You know," Mingyu said softly, "five years ago, when we decided to focus on our careers, I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought success would be enough to make me happy."

Y/N nodded, understanding completely. "I felt the same way. I threw myself into building my brand, thinking that if I could just achieve my goals, everything else would fall into place."

"But it didn't, did it?" Mingyu mused, his fingers tracing patterns on Y/N's back.

"No, it didn't," Y/N agreed. "Something was always missing. I just didn't want to admit what – or who – it was."

Mingyu chuckled softly. "We were both so stubborn. It took us five years and a chance meeting in Paris to figure out what we really needed."

"Each other," Y/N finished, smiling up at him.

"Each other," Mingyu echoed, his eyes full of love. "Y/N, I promise you, I'm never letting you go again. Whatever challenges we face, whatever obstacles come our way, we'll face them together. You're not just my wife; you're my partner, my best friend, my soulmate."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes at Mingyu's words. "And you're mine," she replied, her voice thick with emotion. "Mingyu, you make me stronger, you make me better. With you by my side, I feel like I can accomplish anything."

Their lips met in a tender kiss, sealing their promises to each other. As they broke apart, the opening chords of "Shadow" drifted out from the reception hall.

"Shall we go back in?" Mingyu asked, offering his arm to Y/N. "I believe they're playing our song."

Y/N laughed, linking her arm through his. "Let's go, husband."

As they rejoined their guests on the dance floor, moving together to the song that had once represented their separation but now symbolized their reunion, both Mingyu and Y/N felt a sense of completion they had never known before. The journey hadn't been easy, but every step, every challenge had led them here.

In the years that followed, Mingyu and Y/N's love only grew stronger. They faced the challenges of their high-profile careers together, supporting each other's dreams while nurturing their relationship. Y/N's beauty empire continued to expand, with Mingyu often lending his face (and his social media influence) to her campaigns. HHT reached new heights of global stardom, with Y/N cheering them on every step of the way.

They learned to balance their public lives with private moments, cherishing quiet evenings at home just as much as glamorous red carpet events. They traveled the world together, both for work and pleasure, creating memories in every corner of the globe.

And when, a few years later, they welcomed their first child – a beautiful baby girl with Mingyu's smile and Y/N's eyes – their happiness felt complete. As they stood over the crib, watching their daughter sleep, Mingyu wrapped his arm around Y/N's waist.

"Thank you," he whispered.

Y/N looked up at him, curious. "For what?"

"For everything," Mingyu replied, his voice full of emotion. "For loving me, for never giving up on us, for giving me this beautiful family. You've made all my dreams come true, Y/N."

Y/N leaned into him, feeling overwhelmed with love for her husband and their child. "Thank you for the same," she murmured. "I love you, Mingyu. Fully and completely."

"And I love you," Mingyu replied, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Always and forever."

As they stood there, a family united by love and strengthened by the journey that had brought them together, both Mingyu and Y/N knew that this – this moment, this life, this love – was what they had always been meant for. No longer "barely" anything, they were fully, completely, and eternally each other's.

And in that knowledge, they found their happily ever after.

[takamimami]

Heaven in Hiding

Pairing: Keigo Takami x fem!reader (use of Y/N)

This one-shot was inspired by a fan art drawing I saw on TikTok by x.4haru and also some KadeArt pics - The NightHawks brainrot is so real. (Kadeart inspo: here, here, & here :3)

CW: SMUT; praise kink, orgasm delay/denial, cum play, choking, 'Sir' kink, dacryphilia, degradation kink, slight consensual non-consent, brat taming 0_o, yakuza/gang affiliations, references to drugs --- word count: 10.9k

🔞NSFW; MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS KEEP IT MOVING🔞

Summary: Enigma (e•nig•ma) A person or thing that is mysterious, puzzling, or difficult to understand. Your night out goes just as you wanted it to, but not with the person you’d expected.

The wind had a bitter bite to it as it blew your jacket open, sending a brisk chill through your whole body. The rain had picked up a bit, causing you to pick up your walking pace as well. Easier said than done, however, given that the black stilettos you chose to wear tonight were nearly six inches high and the matching bodycon dress was threatening to ride up your thigh and expose your ass. You cursed yourself for your attire choice at this moment, knowing that it was your tipsy and single brain that told you to dress this way. It didn't help that the only free parking was nearly a block away from your destination. 

"Let's go to Camelot," they said.

"It will be fun," they said.

"We can meet some 'lookers'," they said. 

Well, you were still hoping that the last part would be true. It had been a hot minute since you had seen any sort of action, and being that you just got off your period, you were hoping to be humping something other than your pillow tonight. 

You shook your head at your impure thoughts keeping your head down to not ruin the makeup that adorned your face. You noticed a few black feathers strewn on the ground in front of an alleyway, most likely from crows that frequented the busy alleys. As you neared your destination you felt eyes on you, and you nervously scanned the area to make sure you were in the right place. You were relieved to see the entrance to the club just up ahead, indicated to you by the big lit-up pillars with "CAMELOT" written on each one. There was a line of people stretched down the sidewalk, but luckily your friend had connections with the owner and got you on the VIP list, claiming it was your "birthday". You walked past the waiting crowd, a few catcalls and whistles faintly heard over the sound of the city accompanied by the bass you assumed was coming from inside the club. You ignored them and rolled your eyes as you made your way up to the bouncers, one of which was holding a clipboard and a flashlight. 

"You on the list?"

You nodded your head and gave him your name, as well as fetched your ID out of your wallet and handed that over to him. 

"Ah, the 'birthday girl'," he said, waving his air quotations so you could see them. You blushed slightly before he continued, "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."

You thanked him as he lifted the barrier so you could enter the club, the upbeat music blaring in your ears as soon as you opened the door.

The inside of the club was dimly lit, with colored lights leading your way down the dark hallway towards the much brighter bar. Once you got down the end of the hallway you scanned the bar area for your friends, praying you weren't the first person there. The entire area was furnished in brown leather, with comfortable-looking booths and lavishly cushioned seats replacing the typical bar stools you'd expect to see at a club. All of the walls were lined with mirrors, causing the flashing lights from the dance floor to bounce vibrantly throughout the entire venue. The dance floor was as crowded as ever, which made sense given it was a Saturday night. You recognized the song blaring over the speakers as one from the K-Pop group BTS. Dynamite, was it?

Your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by an average height man bumping into you, causing you to stumble a bit. He quickly turned around to look your way, nearly spilling the whiskey in his cup as he did so. You could smell the liquor on his breath, indicating he was probably a couple of glasses in so far.

"Hey there, sexy thang! My apologies!" His voice was somehow louder than the blaring music in the background. You could hardly recognize him at first, but you couldn't mistake the long blonde hair. It was relaxed and back in a loose hanging bun, as opposed to his usual spiked updo. Hizashi Yamada, a well-known DJ in the area, was most likely here for a gig.

He brought his orange glasses down to the brim of his nose as he looked you up and down, "So what brings a hot chick like you out alone on a night like this?"

You nearly giggled at how corny he sounded hitting on you, "I- I'm here with some friends to celebrate my uh, birthday."

He noticed your increased awkwardness and scanned the room before leaning in to speak in a bit of a hushed tone, "Don't worry sweet cheeks, I'm not hitting on you. My partner over there would beat my ass if I was," he motioned over to a tall black-haired man standing at the bar, ordering a drink. His hair was pulled back in a half-up, half down 'do. The bartender handed him a couple of drinks and he turned in our direction, giving Hizashi a glare as he saw us looking in his direction. 

"Well, that's my queue to go, don't wanna keep the hubby waiting," he nudged you in the side, a laugh escaping his lips. "Oh, and happy birthday!"

Just as quickly as he appeared, he disappeared in the crowd in the direction of his partner. You smiled to yourself as you turned in the opposite direction of him, scanning the crowd for any familiar faces. Giving up, you made your way over to the bar, pulling your phone out as you made your way there. To your surprise, you had two unread messages from your best friend.

Hey, I’m running a little late! Traffic is absolute shit. You there yet?

Should be there in 10. Order me a shot of Patrón, kay?

As you were reading the second message, a third one came through.

Parking now! See you soon, hot stuff!

You smiled and replied with a simple 'Yay!' and several dancing emojis before sliding your phone back into your jacket pocket. You made it to the bar and quickly ordered a shot of your favorite liquor, needing something to ease the slight headache forming at the base of your neck. As you waited for your drink you turned around, surveying the venue a little more. There was a group of women in the booth nearest you, all of which looked to be in their early 20's. A few were posing for pictures together, and others were making goo-goo eyes at some men across the bar from them, making you chuckle to yourself a little bit. The booth directly next to them was full of men in dark suits, all sipping dark liquor and looking around, almost suspiciously. You quickly averted your eyes over to a man in his late 20's/early 30's using his water manipulation quirk to impress some girls by pouring their drinks without using his hands.

Your people-watching was abruptly cut short by a pair of golden eyes staring at you from the entrance of the club. You watched as he emerged from the darkness of the hallway, his gaze never leaving you. It took you a moment to realize that a pair of prominent black wings adorned his back, almost as majestic looking as they were sinister. He ruffled them out slightly as he shimmied his jacket off his shoulders, the bouncer to his rear grabbing it for him and removing it, and carefully maneuvering around his wings. The red button-up shirt he wore was a good contrast to the black vest and dress pants he wore, everything fitted perfectly to his toned build. He bit the index finger of his glove and slid it off, then grabbed it and did the same with the other hand, the slightly seductive action intrigued you. Something about him had your body frozen in place. You let a seductive smirk curl up on your lips, and almost immediately he did the same. 

You finally broke the intense staring game as you heard the bartender return with your shot glass. You turned around quickly and thanked them, grabbing the glass and swirling it around, staring at the liquid inside. Giving yourself a slight pep talk, you started a silent count down before tipping your head back and taking down the liquid, savoring the burn in the back of your throat.

As you sat the drink back down on the counter a masculine scent filled your nose and a smooth voice rang in your ears.

"Always nice to see a girl who can handle her liquor." 

The chuckle that rang through the air made the hairs on your arms stand up, and you pivoted on your heels only to come face to face with your long distant admirer.

"Oh c'mon, I meant that as a compliment," he joked, the cockiness in his tone about as obvious as the wings on his back. You could tell why, however, the man standing next to you was nothing short of attractive. His golden locks were all but organized, but the messiness of it seemed deliberate and added to his edge. His chiseled face matched his physique, and the tattoos painted on his forearms added to his edgy demeanor. His face was riddled in piercings, a black stud nose ring and a hooped eyebrow piercing added a harsh contrast to his smooth skin. 

"Take a photo, princess. It will last you longer."

Your cheeks went flush as you quickly averted your eyes back to the bartender, reaching out to order another shot.

Just as you opened your mouth to order, the man beside you grabbed your hand, and that's when you noticed the knuckle tattoos reading "NIGHT" peeking out from under the gunmetal rings on his fingers. You gazed down at the other hand to see the same font on those knuckles, this one reading “HAWKS”.

"We'll take two shots of Yamazaki, neat." 

You rolled your eyes, laughing at the audacity of the man now holding your hand. He looked at you inquisitively, before raising your hand to his mouth and running your knuckles over his lips lightly a few times before placing a chaste kiss on them. Something about his aura intrigued you, although all the signs pointed to that being a bad thing. You swallowed that feeling into your gut to ignore it, pulling your hand away and placing it on the bar.

"So, tell me, princess, what brings you to my neck of the woods on this wonderful night?"

You raised an eyebrow to him teasingly, " Your neck of the woods?"

The menacing smirk that curled up onto his lips indicated your unintentional teasing was working, much to your surprise. Just as he leaned forward to offer a rebuttal, a shrill squeal came from behind him, startling you both.

“Y/N!!!! Happy Birthday!”

You recognized the high-pitched voice immediately, seeing as it belonged to none other than your best friend. You rolled your eyes while simultaneously flashing her a smile. 

“You’re so full of shit,” you giggled, pulling them in for a warm hug. As you did, you noticed your new acquaintance had taken a few steps back, still eyeing you as a predator does its prey.

As you pulled away from the embrace you turned to the bartender, realizing you had forgotten to order a shot of Patrón as requested. When you did, you were as shocked as ever to hear your best friend strike up a conversation with your admirer like they were old friends.

“You just couldn’t wait to introduce yourself, could ya?”

The comment caused you to snap your head back in their direction, both of their eyes turning to you as you did.

“You know how I get around beautiful women,” he mumbled, earning him a slap on the arm in return.

She playfully shoved him before moving closer to you, “Even though you’ve clearly met, I’ll introduce you anyway. (Y/N), this is my cousin Kei-”

The conversation was abruptly interrupted by your hand being grabbed and you being pulled away quickly.

“My name is Enigma, princess. You’ll wanna remember that for later tonight.” 

The sly smirk on his face was almost too much for you to handle as a chuckle escaped your lips. You weren’t sure what was more comical, the nickname, or his comment.  Before you could offer a witty comeback, your best friend grabbed your arm and pulled you back over to them.

“Yeah, yeah, Enigma. We got some dancing to do,” they giggled as they threw back their awaiting shot and pulled you to the dance floor. You followed their lead and took down your awaiting whiskey shot and rushed to the dance floor, leaving Enigma alone at the bar, the menacing look returning to his eyes as you walked away.

“So what’s the deal with your cousin?”

After making your way to the middle of the dance floor, your best friend turned around and smiled at you.

“Why, you think he’s hot?”

You weren’t sure if your face was hot from embarrassment or the drinks, but before you could reply they nudged your shoulder playfully.

“I’m just messing with you. His dad is my mom’s brother. He’s a cocky little shit, but he’s good people. He’s always been there for me since we were kids. He’s also always been our grandfather’s favorite, so I rarely get to see him since he joined the family business.”

You nodded, a little more interested, “How come you’ve never talked about him before?”

“He and my grandfather are very private people. They don’t come around too often, especially now that my grandfather’s health has declined a bit.”

You nodded, and just as you were about to reply, your favorite Megan Thee Stallion song began blaring over the speakers, so you opted to start dancing instead.

The next hour or so was a blur for you, feeling the two shots you took back to back working their way through your system. You couldn’t shake the feeling of having eyes on you at all times, but every time you scanned the room for Enigma, you couldn’t find him. 

You shook off the feeling once again and continued dancing, not sure who your best friend had gone off with. You felt a body come up behind you and introduce themselves, the music blaring so loud you couldn’t even make it out. You smiled and tried introducing yourself as well before turning around and swaying your hips to the rhythm of the song playing. 

Everything was fine for a moment, but then the gentle hand on your hip turned into two hands gripping your ass, and you began to feel uncomfortable. You tried to pull away from the stranger, but instead, they pulled you back into them aggressively, grinding their groin roughly on you. You were ready to throw an elbow in their direction and curse them out before a flash of black clouded your vision and you felt yourself finally get the separation you desired. 

“Hey man, I don’t think the lady wants you dry-humping her on the dance floor.”

You recognized the voice from earlier. Enigma stood before you, his hand firmly gripping your forearm, keeping you separated from the man who was groping you moments ago. 

The man looked between the two of you a few times before leaning into Enigma, a challenging expression written all over his face.

“And just who are you to decide that?”

Instead of retaliating, you saw Enigma fluff out his left-wing and motion down at his waistband. You saw the man's eyes move from Enigma’s face to the waistband, his eyes widening slightly before meeting Enigma’s eyes again. 

Someone who must’ve been a friend of his came up behind him and patted him on the shoulder, clearly witnessing what had transpired so far. You thought you heard him tell the groper it wasn’t worth the trouble, but before you had the chance to process it you saw an unknown dark-colored drink come flying in your direction. You weren’t sure if you saw everything clearly, but he seemed to also be reaching for what you assumed was the gun on Enigma’s hip.

A commotion ensued as Enigma pulled you into him, wrapping his left wing around you to shield you. You peeked out from behind it to see two bodyguards grab the man you had been dancing with and drag him off the dance floor and out a door that was in the opposite direction of the exit.

Turning to face you, Enigma scanned you up and down, inspecting you for any injury.

“Are you alright, princess?”

You don’t know how or why, but a wave of calm washed over you as he held you close, the pet name he sang sending the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy.

“Yeah, it’s just a drink, I’m not that fragile,” you retorted, almost feeling half bad for your involuntary sarcasm.

He only reacted with a warm smile as he ushered you off the dance floor, “Come with me, let’s get you cleaned up.” 

You followed him back behind the DJ booth and into a doorway, you could barely tell was there, the only indication of it being there was the door handle and the ‘Authorized Personnel’ sign. He held the door open for you before leading you down a hallway and up some stairs, his gentle hand never leaving yours. You were grateful for his help, as the mixture of the alcohol and these heels did not make it an easy staircase to scale.

“Watch your foot on the top step, it’s a little higher than the others,” he instructed as he stood at the top of the staircase, watching you intently to assure you made it up alright. He then opened another door for you, this time leading into a dim-lit lounge.

“Thank you,” your voice almost came out in a whisper, taking in your surroundings as you entered the new room. Cigar smoke and marijuana immediately filled your nose, the smell actually more pleasant than you’d expected. 

You felt Enigma’s hand fall from yours only to rest on your hip as he led you further into the room. You passed a few gentlemen dressed similarly to Enigma, only most of them wore black from head to toe. None of them even so much as offered you a glance as the two of you made your way over to a booth near the corner of the room. As you sat down you noticed the entire wall to your left was a one-way mirror, making it so that you could see the entire dance floor from just above the DJ booth. 

Enigma whistled to one of the men behind the small bar, asking him for a towel.

“Sure thing, Boss.” 

He quickly dipped behind the bar and popped up with a towel, tossing it to Enigma, who then turned around to face you. Much to your surprise, he went down onto his knee and grabbed your foot, cleaning off your shoes and the drink that had splashed down your leg. He then handed the towel to you as he stood up so you could finish drying yourself off. 

“Good thing I wore black tonight,” you joked, laughing off the events that just unfolded. You tilted your head to look up at Enigma, a semi-concerned look still plastered on his face. 

You stood up, the liquid courage still running its course through your body. You leaned in slightly, placing a subtle peck in his cheek, catching him off guard.

You didn’t say anything, just watched his expression as a smirk curled upon his lips. When he didn’t reply, you offered up your explanation.

“Your reward for saving me back there,” you admitted shyly. You weren’t normally this forward with a complete stranger, however, something about him made you feel at ease.

“Well, I hope there’s more where that came from,” his voice came out just above a whisper, the octave of his voice lower than it was previously.

You smirked at him before looking away, gazing out at the crowd down below. “People watching must be really easy from up here,” you muttered, turning your head back to glare at Enigma. In response he let out a low chuckle, raising his hands and shaking his head.

“It does have its perks, I’ll admit.”

You shake your head in response, not caring enough to take that conversation any further.

“So, what did my cousin tell you about me?”

Your cheeks immediately flared up, but you maintained your eye contact with him. 

“They told me you’re good people, and that you’ve always been there for them when they needed you.”

He nodded and moved his gaze to the floor, “Yeah, they’re right about the last part.”

You tilted your head, “Are you saying you’re not good people?”

He kept his gaze on the floor a moment as if he was pondering his reply. Then he lifted his head enough to make eye contact with you, changing the tone in his voice to a more serious one.

“Depends who you ask.” 

The two of you kept your eye contact for a brief moment before a voice interrupted it, calling Enigma over to the other side of the room. He shifted his weight a bit as if he was going to walk away, but he turned his head back around to you before he did so.

“I’ll be right back, princess. Duty calls,” he sang the ending of his statement, adding that you should order the two of you some drinks for when he returned.

You nodded and made your way over to the little bar, the bartender busy cleaning glasses with his back turned to you. You cleared your throat and ordered two shots of Yamazaki, just as Enigma had for you downstairs. You figured that was the safest bet, given you had no clue what liquor he preferred.

“The Boss’ favorite, smart girl,” the bartender joked with you, “So how’d you end up as the Boss’ date?”

You laughed to yourself, wondering the same thing. “Your guess is as good as mine.”

The slender, blonde man behind the counter looked up at you, his eyes scanning you up and down a few times before snickering.

“Heard you’re friends with the Boss’ cousin, Kami’s granddaughter. It’d be nice to see you around here more.” 

The smile on his face was genuine, making you show off one of your own. 

“Who’s Kami,” you inquired, “If you don’t mind me asking.”

He looked up and scanned the room before looking back at you, leaning in slightly before answering. 

“The big Boss, Enigma’s grandfather. He’s the owner of this club, Enigma just started taking over for him ever since his health’s gone downhill,” he answered, setting the drinks down on the counter in front of you.

You recalled the conversation you had with your best friend regarding that. You were about to inquire further on how he knew about you when a door on the opposite side of the room shutting grabbed your attention. 

Enigma, along with three hefty-looking men, walked back into the room, grimacing looks on all of their faces. He removed his gloves in the same fashion he did the first time you laid eyes on him, but this time he wasn’t looking in your direction. He scanned the room before his eyes landed on you, his face immediately softening.

Something about the vibe in the room had shifted, and you could tell there was something you weren’t in the loop on, but you didn’t have the gut to ask about it. Not yet, anyway.

Enigma made his way over to you, discarding his gloves on a nearby table as he walked. As he got to the bar, he grabbed your hand tenderly and brought your knuckles to his lips for another chaste kiss. 

“What did I miss?”

You smirked and grabbed the drink from the countertop, sipping it lightly as he cocked an eyebrow in response.

“We were talking about you,” you replied slyly, bringing the glass back up to your lips. 

Enigma’s eyebrow cocked even further, “That so? Well, I guess if I’m gonna have a wingman, I’d prefer it be you, Yagi.”

You saw a proud smile curl up on the bartender’s face as he extended his hand in Enigma’s direction, offering him a joint. Enigma grabbed the joint and stuck it between his lips as you watched, the swift motions he made mesmerizing you. Once he lit the spliff he took a hard drag before handing it back to Yagi behind the bar. He let the smoke escape his lips and sucked it up into his nostrils before turning his head away from you and exhaling. After taking a hit himself Yagi extended his hand to you, though you respectfully declined, not wanting to mix your vices. 

Enigma looped his arm back around your waist and pulled you back in the direction of the booth. The two of you sat across from each other, as if in a business meeting. You talked for what felt like hours about anything and everything, your childhood, parents, favorite restaurants, and everything in between. The occasional interruption occurred, but it never lasted for more than a few moments. 

You learned he was an only child, his mother was abusive and his father was often in trouble with the law, so he was mostly raised by his grandfather. You also learned he had dreamt of being a hero, but that learning the truth about one of his idols changed his entire outlook on life. You also found out that he was born with red wings, but an encounter with an old friend left him with burns on 75% of his body and nearly burnt them off, causing them to grow back black in color. 

“Honestly, I kinda like it more,” he admitted, the two of you now onto your third drink since coming up to the lounge. You were cursing yourself for doing so, knowing if you tried to stand on your own right now you surely wouldn’t be able to walk straight.

“It's getting late, I should probably get back to your cousin,” you started, noticing the time.

Enigma placed a hand over yours, attempting to reassure you. 

“She left about an hour ago, found some guy to take home with her,” he chuckled, noticing a worried expression on your face. “Don’t worry, we checked him out before they left.”

You weren’t sure what that meant, but the liquor in your system allowed you to shake it off easier than you usually would. You could tell you were getting tired, and it must have been obvious because Enigma offered to have you driven home so you made it home safely. 

You agreed, handing over your keys and letting him know where you were parked. He handed them over to a tall man in a dark grey suit, who quickly disappeared down the hall towards the exit.

“Do you mind if I show you something first?”

The question, as innocent as it was, ignited a fire deep in your core, sending the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. You nodded and gladly took his hand, your knees a bit wobbly as you stood.

He led you down a hallway to an elevator, one that requires a passcode for entry. He entered it quickly and the doors opened, the lights inside illuminating the entire hallway. Enigma wrapped an arm around your waist and helped you into the elevator, noticing that you were a little less steady than you had been at the beginning of the night. 

The two of you rode the elevator all the way up past the 29th floor, the penthouse button lighting up as you reached your destination. You stepped out of the elevator into a lavish suite, the sight before you was overwhelming. Dark hardwood floors and structures contrasted beautifully with the white amenities and furniture. Before you had time to fully admire everything, you were whisked away towards the back wall of the suite, which was actually floor-to-ceiling windows. With the flick of a switch, the curtains covering the windows swung open, revealing a walk-out patio with an infinity pool and a gorgeous recreational space. You were speechless as Enigma opened the door to the patio and led you out into the chilly night. You clutched at his forearm as the two of you made your way out to the ledge, looking over the city. 

“Are you scared of heights?” He looked down at you smiling, noticing you clutching his arm tighter the closer you got to the ledge. 

“Only when I’m drunk,” you replied, snorting slightly as you let out a laugh at your own poor joke.

The city below you was as busy as ever, even though it was getting close to the early morning hours at this point. All the lights made it seem just as bright as if the sun was out, but the dark Shibuya skyline added a layer of beauty to it all. 

“Sometimes when life gets crazy I like to just sit out here and gather my thoughts. It’s my little escape,” he started, your eyes still fixated on the busy city below. The wind picked up slightly, a gust blowing open your jacket slightly. You felt Enigma wrap his wing around you as it did, blocking you from the cool breeze.

You found your gaze slowly shifting to the man holding you, admiring his features even closer than you had earlier. You noticed what looked like a few faded scars on his cheek, and you also noticed that he had a plethora of ear piercings on both ears.

Enigma turned his head to meet your gaze, the two of your staring at each other for what felt like an eternity. After a few moments of waiting for him to make a move, you let out a gentle laugh before whispering a request.

“If you’re gonna kiss me, you should probably do it before my ride gets here.”

Within a split second of you finishing your last word his lips were on you, a warm and somehow familiar feeling washing over you. The kiss was simple at first, a gentle lip-lock with a slight tilt of the head on your part to deepen it. Things quickly picked up, however, and it wasn’t long before his tongue and teeth were nipping at your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You parted your lips ever so slightly, granting it to him gladly. The taste of liquor on his tongue accompanied by the masculine scent coming from his clothes was driving all of your senses wild and you knew it was obvious. Your tongues continued to battle over dominance as he leaned down slightly to grab at the back of your things and lift you off the ground. You wrapped your legs around his waist tightly, feeling your stiletto heels fall to the floor. You took advantage of the fact that you were now looking down on him slightly to take control of the kiss, sucking and biting at his bottom lip before continuing to dance your tongue around his.

It only took a moment for the two of you to be back inside the loft, causing you to cast away your jacket as you felt your body temperature increasing by the second. You felt Enigma stop moving momentarily when suddenly he let go of you completely, dropping you down onto the couch. Between the sensation causing your stomach to drop and the heated makeout session taking place, you were completely out of breath. You relaxed down into the cushions to catch your breath momentarily as you watched Enigma unbuttoning his vest and shirt, exposing his toned torso. You admired the tattoos scattered across his chest, some leading to his back and neck, none of which you cared to make out at this point. The only ones you could distinguish were the wings on his forearms, which were reminiscent of his own. 

You were pulled from your daydream by a hand grabbing hold of your chin, lifting your lips back to his. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down onto you, his arms coming down on either side of you to not crush you underneath him. Once he got his balance back he lifted his hands to explore your body, tracing every curve lightly with them.

You weren’t ready for it, but he abruptly pulled away from you, causing you to whimper from the loss of contact. He looked you deep in the eyes, his eyelids hanging lower than they had previously.

“Now, i-I think it’s quite obvious here that I want to fuck t-the absolute shit out of you,” he stuttered, still trying to steady his breathing. “But, as any true gentlemen would, I must make sure that you want the same, princess.”

His bluntness caught you only slightly off guard, mostly because you thought it was obvious that you were both in the same mindset. Again, however, the liquid courage in your system egged you on a bit more than you were used to, so instead of a simple nod you propped yourself up on your knees and pushed him down onto his back. The look of curiosity mixed with arousal on his face only egged you on even more.

“Well, you see, I had actually planned on fucking your brains out instead,” you whispered in his ear seductively, trying your best not to slur your words. You leaned back to gauge his reaction, to which he raised his hands and placed them behind his head, granting you full access to do as you pleased.

“Be my guest, your highness.”

You wasted no time in undoing his pants, requiring a little help with his belt as it proved to be much more of a challenge than you expected. The briefs were the next battle. As you pulled the waistband of them down you couldn’t help but shiver with anticipation as his erection sprung out of them enthusiastically, slapping up against his lower abdomen. You shifted your gaze up to meet his, his eyelids heavy and his proud smirk driving you absolutely wild.

Determined not to make a fool of yourself, you quickly took him in your mouth, forcing a hiss out of his lips. You focused on the area just behind the head of his cock where the head meets the base, running your tongue over it several times before bobbing your head down, taking most of him in your mouth. You pumped the base of his cock with your hand, rotating your wrist in rhythm with your head bobs. You peeked up at your lover every couple of moments to gauge his enjoyment, the furrow of his brow and his lip sucked in between his teeth giving you the assurance you needed. Every couple of bobs you would take as much of him in your mouth as you could before slowly moving your way back up to the tip, increasing your suction the closer to his head you got. The slight ‘pop’ of the suction breaking echoed through the room, and the second time you did this it elicited a throaty moan from the man before you. The third and final time you performed this act you made sure to maintain eye contact the entire way through, and by the time you reached the head of his cock his eyes had rolled back and he covered his face with his hand, mumbling profanities into his palm.

His cock fell from your mouth, and as you reached out to grab it again Enigma grabbed your chin roughly, pulling you up for a quick sloppy kiss before spinning you around, your ass now in his face and your face back in his crotch. 

“I can’t let you have all the fun,” he mumbled, lifting your dress and nipping lightly at your right ass cheek. You shivered with anticipation as he hooked his finger around the waistband of your lace thong, pulling it down just enough to give him access to your core.

You felt him hesitate momentarily, causing your anxiety to spike. You felt a sudden pressure on the top of your head, which you realized was his hand, urging you to finish what you had started. You reached out and took him in your mouth again, bobbing your head slowly. After a few moans escaped his lips you felt him place a gentle kiss on your labia, catching you off guard. After doing so a few more times you felt him run his tongue along your slit before using it to part your folds. Simultaneous moans escaped both of your lips, vibrating through each other’s respective cores and amplifying the pleasure you felt. Reaching around he hooked his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you closer to him as to allow himself deeper access. He skillfully maneuvered his way to your clit and circled it a few times, eliciting a throaty moan from you. You found it harder and harder to focus on your task at hand as he took your sensitive bud in between his teeth, rolling it around gently before continuing to dance his tongue over it. You relied heavily on your hands to compensate for your lack of concentration, pumping the base of his cock as he continued his assault on your core. You rolled your hips back into his face slightly, losing yourself to the feeling of his tongue. You felt Enigma’s moan vibrate through you as you run your tongue down the base of his cock, causing it to twitch in your hand. You took the head of his cock in your mouth, teasing it with your tongue before feeling pressure at the back of your head. You realized it was Enigma’s hand once again, his eagerness showing as he pressed your head down while slowly lifting his hips, forcing you to take all of him in your mouth.

Between his skillful tongue dancing circles around your clit and his moans sending vibrations through your whole core, you felt a tingling sense of euphoria creeping up in the pit of your stomach. Your moans were muffled by his dick at the back of your throat, which only earned you more moans in return. You threw your head back in ecstasy as your orgasm reared its head, slowly creeping up until you couldn’t contain it anymore.

“E-Enigma I-... fuck. I’m-” you were a moaning mess as you felt your hips begin to shake, your orgasm ripping through your body as your cries of profanities polluted the air in the room. You tried to continue pumping his cock, however as you did his moans only intensified your arousal. Enigma only seemed to be focused on heightening your pleasure as he locked your hips in place, keeping you steady as you rode out the final waves of your orgasm.

Your heartbeat had never felt so harsh as you rested your head on his abdomen, closing your eyes and focusing on leveling out your breathing. You felt Enigma place a gentle kiss on your labia before shimmying out from underneath you, leaving you breathless on the couch. 

Your stomach dropped as you were suddenly lifted into the air, coming face to face with your lover for the night. The proud smirk on his face set your cheeks on fire, a quiet giggle all that you could manage as a reply. You felt him pull you up further and grab ahold of your ass firmly before turning and slowly walking towards the back of the suite.

“I think that’s a point for me,” he hummed into your ear. He grabbed the lobe of your ear between his teeth and nibbled down on it playfully, a proud chuckle escaping his lips.

You remembered your declaration you recited moments ago, accepting the challenge yet again. You wiggled away from his grasp and hopped down from his arms, pushing him aggressively back down onto the couch. The look on his face was an arousing combination of shock and excitement, and it only made you want him even more. 

You made quick work of straddling him, leaning forward, and kissing him aggressively. He moaned into your mouth as you gripped his cock again, feeling the precum oozing from the tip in your palm. You smirked as you looked into his eyes seductively, lining him up with your entrance. You felt his cold hands reach around and grip your ass again, and as he did you let go of his cock and grabbed both of his hands. You held both of them together at the wrist with one hand before realigning his cock with the other and ever so slowly sliding down onto it.

Your simultaneous moans filled the air as you took him a little over halfway before stopping, bringing your hips back up to allow yourself time to adjust to him. The second time you took him all the way down, a throaty moan erupting from him below you. Your smirk only grew larger as you repeated the action, clamping down on him tightly and grinding your crotch on his as he hissed a few curses under his breath.

“Fuck, (Y/N), he groaned, “You’re so tight, princess.”

Adjusting your position slightly you switched so that your feet were firmly on the ground before increasing your pace, gripping his wrists tighter as the pleasure washed over you. 

Enigma’s head was thrown back and he was watching you with lust-filled eyes, his eyelids hanging low. You leaned down and connected your lips softly and then ever so lightly stuck out your tongue and licked his upper lip, following a trail up to the tip of his nose. You increased your speed, even more, the sound of your skin slapping filling the air. 

Enigma’s moans slowly started to become a little whiny, his enjoyment evident on his face. You ignored the growing heat in the pit of your stomach as you watched him intently, determined to even the score. You released your vice grip on his wrists and gripped the back of the couch, grinding your hips onto him harder. 

“Fuuuuuucking shit,” he hissed. A few more profanities left his lips as he reached down aggressively before slapping your left ass cheek harshly, earning a whimper from you. He traced his fingers up to your hips before gripping them tightly, leaning back a bit and rocking his hips up into you. 

“That’s it, princess, ride that dick for me,” he moaned, teetering on the edge of his climax. You heard the strain in his voice and leaned forward slightly so you were closer to his face, looking into his lust-filled eyes as you muttered your response.

“Cum for me,” you commanded, not once breaking eye contact. You dipped your head down and sucked down on his jaw, leaving little love bites down his neck as he came undone below you.

“(Y/N),” he groaned, accompanied by a thick moan. You felt his hips buck up into you as he gripped your hips even harder, pulling you down onto him with force. You felt his warmth fill you up as you continued to bounce on his cock, the angle of his hips brushing it against your g-spot effortlessly. You bottled the desire to get off for the time being as you watched Enigma’s orgasm wash over him, the look of euphoria on his face giving you a sense of accomplishment. You slowed your movements, listening to the string of curses and profanities that left his lips until you came to a complete stop. His cheeks were flush and his eyes remained closed, his head tilted back in exhaustion. You cursed your own depleted stamina as you watched his chest rise and fall while simultaneously trying to steady your own breath. You tried to stand, but your legs were too shaky to support yourself, so you stayed put.

He peeked out from under his disheveled hair, meeting your eyes and laughing to himself before averting his eyes to the ceiling.

“Well, princess… I guess that makes us even,” he said exasperated, his breathing still unsteady.

You nodded and leaned forward, placing a sweet kiss on his lips as he tucked his hands under your bottom, lifting you up once again. He shakily stood still for a moment as he regained his balance, before turning and walking in the direction he had tried to go earlier. 

You nuzzled your face into his neck as you reached the small spiral staircase, which led to the lower level of the suite, which was actually just a large bedroom. You noticed there was an entirely separate living space on the other side of the large glass partition dividing the room, but you couldn’t see much more since the room was dark aside from the light peaking in the window. As you reached the bed you felt Enigma’s grip loosen, letting you slide down from his grasp but leaving his arms around you until he was sure you had your footing. 

“You’re tired,” his voice came out just above a whisper. Your exhaustion was clearly evident as you pouted, slightly disappointed that your antics were being halted for the evening.

“Don’t worry princess, there’s always tomorrow,” he said as both of you reacted to a sound that could be heard coming from the upper level. What sounded like a buzzer could be heard faintly, causing Enigma to grab a pair of boxers from the nearby closet and throwing them on along with a button-up shirt. 

“Stay here, I’ll be back,” he commanded. Your brows furrowed up in confusion, to which Enigma placed a reassuring peck on your forehead.

“It’s probably your ride,” he joked, making you giggle in response. You watched as he scaled the staircase quickly, skipping a step with each stride. Once he was gone you dipped into the massive walk-in closet, searching for something more comfortable to slip into. After only being able to find dress shirts and button-ups, you stumbled upon a sweatshirt tucked away in a drawer and threw it on, discarding your dress and bra on the ground. You also tossed on a pair of his boxers and pranced back towards the bed, crawling under the soft duvet and sinking into the mattress. 

It wasn’t long before you heard his footsteps coming back down the staircase, only this time he was fully clothed. You gave him a puzzled look, to which he replied with a sheepish grin. 

“I’ve got some business to attend to downstairs, princess. I’ll only be gone a little while,” he said quickly, not giving you time to protest. You realized he had your phone in his hand, which he must have grabbed from your jacket pocket. He faced it towards you, signaling for you to enter your passcode. 

You hesitated for a moment, before giving in and entering it in. He quickly turned the phone back to himself, entering a phone number and saving it before handing the phone back to you.

“You’ll be more than safe up here, it's the most protected place in the whole building,” he said jokingly, though you knew he was being honest. “I’ll be back before you even realize I’m gone. If you need anything, just call that number.”

You nodded your head, albeit him feeling the need to tell you that made you slightly more uneasy. Not wanting to be nosey you swallowed the curiosity, setting your phone on the end table before settling back into the bed. You heard his footsteps getting further and further away, leaving you alone with your thoughts as you slowly drifted to sleep.

~~~

You awoke suddenly to disgruntled voices coming from the level above you. You rolled over and grabbed at your head, a sudden ache pulsating through your skull. You laid still momentarily until the pain resided, trying your best to listen in to the conversation being held in the room above. Unable to hear anything, you crawled out of bed and slowly scaled the staircase to the upper level. As you approached the doorway, the voices grew quieter before completely stopping as you entered the room.

Your confusion only grew stronger as you stood there awkwardly, not sure what to do or say. You first locked eyes with an older man, clearly in his 60’s at least, who was standing on the opposite side of the kitchen island as Enigma. He quickly averted his eyes after not recognizing you, not seeming to have a care as to who you are or why you were there. You then met Enigma’s gaze, his eyes soft as they looked over you. You noticed he had a cut on his cheekbone, which was being held shut with a thin strip of tape, and underneath it, you could see a bruise starting to form. His hair and clothes were all awry as if he had been a part of an altercation of some sort. He also had a spliff between his teeth, the marijuana smoke still lingering in the air.

So many questions came flooding in as you watched Enigma make his way over to you but you couldn’t get any out, choking on your own words. He placed another chaste kiss on your forehead as he reached you, wrapping his arm around your waist gently. You looked to him to offer some sort of explanation, but it was the old man who was the first to speak.

“I just wanted to be sure you were alright, and now that I see that you are I will be on my way,” he stated. Enigma turned to him, still holding you by his side.

“Thanks, old man, but you really shouldn’t have come all the way down here just for this.”

The old man smirked, mockingly waving his hand, “Oh, please. You know me better than that. Now, it would appear that you have company to attend to,” he said, motioning in your direction as he headed towards the door. Once he was gone you turned your attention back to Enigma, who was staring down at you with adoring eyes.

“Well, this is one hell of a way to end a first date, huh?”

You laughed at his question, shaking your head as you walked back towards the staircase. You remained silent, not sure what question to ask first. Before you could make up your mind, Enigma beat you to the punch, offering a few answers to questions you were too shy to ask.

“That guy that was feeling upon you earlier wasn’t the biggest fan of mine,” he started, pausing to see your initial reaction before continuing. “He was giving my boys a hard time after he left and insisted on talking to me face to face.” This time he took another long drag off his joint, this time inhaling hard before releasing the smoke into the air.

You kept your gaze on the floor, not sure of how to respond. You felt like he wasn’t telling you the whole truth, and that pissed you off slightly. The non-satisfactory look you gave him must have spoken for itself, because he quickly moved closer to you, grabbing the side of your face in his hand. His eyes had lost the initial glow they had when you first looked into them from across the bar and were now clouded over with a dark haze.

“Listen, the less you actually know about me, the better off you’ll be, princess.”

You laughed at how cliche he sounded, rolling your eyes obnoxiously so he was aware of your disapproval of his statement. His next action caught you off guard as he grabbed your chin roughly, holding it in place to assure you could only look him in the eyes.

“I mean it, now stop acting like a little brat, would ya?”

His eyes seemed a shade darker as he made his request. Little did he know being a brat was your most dominant personality trait. 

“Or what?”

Your challenge was met with a wicked grin stretched across Enigma’s face, his hand still holding your chin firmly. He paused momentarily to take a final drag of his spliff, blowing the smoke in your face slowly before ashing it on the nearby end table. He then led you back over to the edge of the bed and instructed you to strip before yanking you down aggressively, forcing you to drop to your knees. He sat down on the edge of the bed as you fell, undoing his pants and pulling his already semi-hard cock out. Not bothering to take off his pants he pulled your head to his crotch, slapping your cheek roughly with his cock a few times before forcing it into your mouth.

The initial hiss that left his mouth was venomous as he placed his hand on the back of your head firmly, forcing his cock to the back of your throat. Unfortunately for you, the sudden change of pace caught you a bit off guard and your gag reflexes failed you, a violent gagging sound filling the room. Enigma seemed to have found the sensation enjoyable, keeping your head down for a moment before letting you come up for air.

You gasped desperately for air as he grabbed your chin in his hand again, pulling your face up to look at him again.

“Oh c’mon princess, I know you can do better than that.”

Before you had time to react he forced his cock down your throat again, this time the gag was slightly less violent. You lasted much longer this time, breathing in through your nose as you deepthroated his cock. When you pressed your hand to his thigh to signaling you needed air yet again, he gladly obliged and pulled your head back slightly, allowing you to breathe, but not fully removing his cock from your mouth. Not a moment later he was pressing your head back down, this time his free hand coming up to pinch your nose shut as if to test how long you could truly take him. 

“That’s my good girl ,” he cooed.

As you started to hear your brain begging for oxygen you felt Enigma release his grip on your head, pushing you backward as he stood up. He allowed you to choke out a few harsh breaths before spinning you around, pressing your back up against the bed. He then grabbed your face once more and brought his cock back to your mouth, this time standing with a leg on either side of your seated body. You reached up to pump his cock and he pushed your hands away, instead of rolling his hips forward and pushing his cock into your mouth, not quite as far this time. He bucked his hips towards you at a vigorous pace, fucking your face to his heart's content. You tried choking out moans in between thrusts, but every time you did he made it a point to hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag.

Abruptly your mouth felt empty as Enigma bent over and wrapped his calloused hand just tight enough around your throat to make it hard to breathe. The wild look in his eyes excited you more than scared you, and you knew you were in for an interesting rest of your night.

“Now,” he said, his breath staggered and harsh, “You’re gonna be a good little slut for me and take all his cum in your mouth.” His words came out as a command, not a question. “But, you will not swallow until he says so, got it?”

You nodded your head, but the Enigma's brows furrow and he grabs your chin, shaking his head."

"Use your words," he barks, the command making your legs tremble.

"Yes," you breath out shakily.

"Yes, what?"

You quirk a brow before realizing the dynamic he was looking for, and deciding not to press your luck any further, you comply.

"Yes, sir."

Almost immediately following the words leaving your mouth his cock was back in it, hitting the back of your throat repeatedly as he began to fuck your face again. It wasn’t long before his thrusts became sloppy, indicating he was nearing his end. He pulled away from you slightly, grunting lightly as he began pumping his cock in your face.

“Please cum for me, sir,” you cooed, sticking your tongue back out and holding your mouth open for him. 

That encouragement was just enough to push him over the edge, his cock finding its way back into your mouth as you tasted his warm cum fill your mouth. When he finally removed his cock you collected all of his juices on your tongue, opening your mouth proudly to show you had followed instructions.

“Mhmm, such a filthy little whore,” he snickered, pulling you up to your feet and turning you to face the bed. He pulled your arms behind your back, holding them in place with one of his. You felt his breath creep up your neck as he brought his lips to your ear.

“Now, you’re gonna keep that cum in your mouth, until I allow you to swallow it, got it? I want you to savor the taste,” his command came out as a low rasp as he motioned for you to kneel on the edge of the bed. He slowly began to bend you over, spreading your legs and forcing you to arch your back slightly to allow himself easy access to your throbbing pussy.

You felt him run a finger over your slit lightly, teasing your entrance before pulling his hand away.

“Now, I already made you cum with my tongue… The question is,” he started, “Do I make you cum with my fingers or my cock next?”

His words only excited you, sending a chill up your spine as he began stroking your soaking wet pussy again with his digits. He made his way to your clit slowly, skillfully drawing circles around the sensitive bud when he found it. You then felt his fingers dip inside you, curling up just enough to graze your sensitive wall as he pumped them in and out of you. At the same time, he pressed his thumb to your aching clot, circling it in sync with his fingers that were buried in your pussy. He worked you relentlessly, your muffled moans only egging him on more. Your orgasm quickly came to the forefront as you leaned your hips back onto his hand, begging for the impending release. Your moans were quickly cut off as he removed his hand completely, your core quivering from the loss of stimulation.

“Huh uh uh,” he hummed, slapping your ass harshly, “I know you weren’t about to cum without permission, princess.”

The pet name added insult to injury as he brought his digits to his mouth, leaving you a blubbering mess attempting as best you could to beg him to touch you again.

“P-please,” you managed to squeak out, doing your best to preserve the salty liquid in your mouth.

“Please? Please, what?”

You cursed everything about your predicament, frustrated at not being able to properly beg.

“P-please fu-” you stuttered, “Fuck me!”

As you cried out your request your breath hitched in your throat as you felt his cock enter you suddenly, bottoming out inside of your throbbing pussy. The sudden sensation caused your mouth to fly open, an unholy moan escaping your lips as you tightened around his cock.

“Aw, princess, look at you,” he hummed from behind you, clearly pleased at the state he had you in. “Look at all that cum dripping from your mouth, looks like I won this round.”

He pulled his cock out of you quickly before snapping his hips forward again, almost knocking you on your face. You did your best to suppress the burning sensation in your core as he pumped into you mercilessly, nothing but your animalistic moans able to be heard over the sound of skin on skin.

“You better ask permission before you cum on my cock,” he grunted, continuing the relentless speed of his thrusts. His thrusts hitting just the right angle, allowing his cock to brush against your g-spot with precision.

“Please, sir,” you whimpered, tears welling in your eyes as you tried your best to suppress your climax, “please can I cum all over yo-, ah! Please let me cum on your cock!”

Your shriek rang through the room as a single tear fell from your eye, the intensity of the moment overwhelming you completely. 

You were suddenly yanked back towards Enigma’s chest, his hand wrapping around your throat tightly, but still allowing air to pass. He leaned his head against yours, his lips brushing against your ear as he continued to pump in and out of you.

“Cum for me, princess.”

Relief washed over you as you felt a hard hand come down on your left ass cheek before gripping your hip tightly, holding you in place. Your head immediately fell as you felt your core tense up with pleasure, however, your head was pulled back up by Enigma’s hand tightening around your throat. You opened your eyes to meet your reflection, realizing the entire headboard was a large mirror. 

“Don’t you go closing those eyes on me,” he groaned in your ear, lowering his hand from your hip down to the sensitive bud just above your entrance. “I want you to watch yourself cum all over this cock.”

His words sent you over the edge as you took in the scene now laid out before you. His possessive grip over you was menacing as he focused solely on pleasuring you. His wings were puffed out and disheveled, a few stray feathers threatening to fall from where they laid. Another tear fell from your eye and you weren’t sure if it was from the overstimulation or from the wave of sheer euphoria that was washing over your body. 

The air was filled with your moans and profanities as you watched Enigma fuck you through your orgasm, his grip slowly slipping from your neck and his thrusts growing sloppy, signaling his own end. The intensity of this orgasm was none like you’d ever felt before, causing your vision to go blurry as it ripped through your body.

“Oh, fuck , (Y/N),” he cursed, struggling to suppress his own release. You tilted your head back towards him, and when you did you felt him crash his lips into yours for a sloppy kiss.

After he pulled away, his cock still ramming into you from behind, you returned your gaze to the mirror to meet his eyes.

“Please cum inside me, sir. I want you to fill me up-”

You could hardly get the last sentence out because of Enigma’s tightened grip on your throat, his thrusts quickening suddenly. Your name fell from his lips repeatedly as he emptied his load into you, some of the liquid running down your leg as it combined with your own. His thrusts slowly came to a halt, and it wasn’t until they did that you realized your legs were shaking.

You also hadn’t realized just how much Enigma was supporting your body weight until he released you from his grip, causing you to collapse on the bed before him. He followed suit rather quickly, pulling the duvet over both of your now naked bodies. 

The silence in the air was a nice contrast to the noises that filled the air just moments ago. You laid in the same position for a moment, only moving because Enigma pulled you to his chest. You listened to his heartbeat level out as his chest rose and fell with each breath, helping you to level out your own breathing. The final wave of bliss washed over you as you came back down from your high, finally able to process all of the events of the night. 

Your body was still on fire, still processing the intense rush of emotions you were feeling for the man whose arms you laid in. You weren’t a believer in love at first sight, but the way you opened up to him was something you never in a million years would have done with just anyone. There was something different about him, and though you couldn’t put a finger on it yet, you were determined to get to the bottom of it. Especially if it meant you got to have more nights like this. You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, finally breaking the silence in the room.

“You never told me your real name,” you started, opting to ignore the many questions still lingering in your mind over what happened to him hours prior. You wanted this moment to last forever, but knowing it couldn’t you decided to savor it.

He remained quiet for a moment before parting his lips as if he was pondering whether or not to tell you. After another moment of deafening silence, you heard his low voice ring through the air.

“It’s Keigo,” he nearly whispered, as if afraid someone may overhear.

You looked up and met his eyes, now back to the beautiful golden color you first saw. You leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on his lips, running your finger over the bruise on the other side, reminding him you hadn’t forgotten about it.

“Thank you for tonight, Keigo,” you cooed before nuzzling yourself back into his chest. His only response was holding you tightly, placing a kiss on your forehead as you drifted off to sleep, finally succumbing to your exhaustion.

If you made it to the end of this I am not sure whether to be impressed or embarrassed (at myself) bc why tf was this so long 0_o I wrote this 3 years ago and wanted to bring it to tumblr so it wasn't so lonely on AO3 lol :3

as always, lemme know what you think, and if you liked it, I would love it if you liked and reblogged to spread the love <3 ✨come say hai :3✨

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Jimin fic recs 2023

In honor of Jimin’s birthday, I want to share my ultimate favorite Jimin fanfictions, that I’ve read this year 💜I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell or contains dark themes, so minors dni.❗ 

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fic’s post 💜And if you want more fic recs you can follow me to stay updated 🙂

BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | Oct (💜) | Nov (*) | Dec (ksj)(kth) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂

⭐In the Dark by @jksangelic // pjm x jjk x f.reader // f2l, threesome, pwp // 🥵😂

📝 “I can’t get a signal on my phone, the car is dead, and I’m fairly certain we are out of matches.” Jungkook and Jimin have a very short attention span, and when you three are lost in the middle of nowhere with a truck that won’t drive, they busy themselves with you.

🗨️  I was in the mood for a comfort fic (= one that I’d read before), with a threesome that was smutty as hell, and this is just that 🥵♥️ I just adore this so much, one of my all-time favorites 🌟

⭐Roomie by @jessikahathaway // pjm x f.reader // slice of life!au, roommates!au // 🥵😂

📝 After a disappointing slew of failed sexual escapades, you find yourself willing to do some crazy things. Falling for your roommate not included.

🗨️ Omg, this was fucking hot 🥵 💯

⭐Relax for Me by @jimilter // pjm x reader // established relationship, masseuse!jimin // 🥵🥰😂🌩️

📝 You came home from a tiring workday and your boyfriend offered to give you a massage to relax – which you didn’t think much of because Park Jimin is known to be selflessly kind while also being a pervert, the exact two behaviors a massage would exemplify. But maybe you should think more about how skilled his hands felt… almost extraordinarily skilled. Is your boyfriend hiding something from you?

🗨️ This is one of the very best written Jimins out there! I loved the smut so, so much and the surprise drama at the end (which I didn’t expect at all 😳). Just a really good and lovely read! Will read it again sometime 🥰

⭐Wait for Me by @jiminniethemarshmallow // pjm x f.reader // established relationship, pwp // 🥵

📝 This one doesn’t have a summary, but it’s about Jimin just wanting to fuck OC, but she has homework – it’s just really good pwp!

🗨️ This 🥵 OMG! If you value dirty talk, this one is definitely for you! ♥️ The smut was perfection and Jimin was just such a tease 😜💯

⭐Ribbons by @jamaisjoons // pjm x jjk x f.reader // threesome, established relationship, pwp // 🥵😂🥰

📝 Your boyfriend, jimin, arranges the best birthday present you could have ever asked for.

🗨️ Fuck, just what the fuck 🥵 I’m speechless. This was so incredibly sinful, like 😳🥵 I’m blushing 🫣💯

⭐Ain’t Real Cherry by @jimilter // pjm x reader (ft. Taehyung) // college!au, roommate!au // 🌩️🥵🥰😂

📝 Not to be too sickeningly romantic, but his wank bank needed a desperate overhaul if he was ever going to stop being pathetic. He was done envisioning his roommate in positions he would never actually get to see her in. And maybe, just maybe, this exercise would get him back in the game and he would actually be able to fuck people without your face in his head to push him over the edge, every single time. 

🗨️ I seriously don’t know why I haven’t found this freaking gem earlier! It is one of the very best reads I’ve had, EVER 🥰 Go read it, it you haven’t already!

⭐I want to be with you by @oddinary4bts // pjm x reader // idol!au + s2f2l (fan) // 🌩️🥵🥰

📝 Moving to Seoul has always seemed like a good idea, until the bubble bursts when you realize your new neighbor is Park Jimin, and he’s not the sweet angel you’ve always imagined him to be. Will the reality of Park Jimin forever be a nightmare, or will he turn into a sweet dream?

🗨️ This was the first idol!au that I loved (and made me read the others). I adore this and I will read it again sometime 🥰

⭐Beneath the Water by @jungshookz // pjm x reader // fantasy!au + mermaid!au // 🌩️🥵🥰😂

📝 His legs were sparkling. You looked up from his face slowly and towards his legs, your head tilting in confusion when you were met with the sight of… well, it certainly wasn’t a pair of legs.

What the fuck?

🗨️ This is just perfect; a tiny bit angst, gold certified comedy and fluff (with a sprinkle of smut). There’s also a bullet point drabble of this, so please check that out too (here).

⭐Make Me by @jikookiekosmos // pjm x reader // office!au, boss!jimin/employee!reader + dom/sub themes // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 After a bad breakup, you decide to go out one night and drink your sorrows away - that is, until you see your now ex-boyfriend there with someone clinging to his arm. To get your mind off of things, you go back to your job after hours; what you don’t expect is for your boss and CEO of the company, Park Jimin, to show up and offer you help in ways you didn’t know you needed.

🗨️ It has heavy dom/sub themes (which I’m normally not into, but imma switch for this one!). It is incredibly hot and so, so damn perfect 🥵

⭐Pay Attention by @jikookiekosmos // pjm x reader // office!au, boss!jimin/employee!reader + dom/sub themes // 🥵🥰

📝 You’d mentioned it in passing once before, your fantasy about blowing your boss - and now boyfriend - under his desk during one of his important CEO business meetings. So what happens when you want to turn that fantasy into a reality, and he wants it just as much?

🗨️ This is a sequel to ‘Make Me’ (but can be read as a stand-alone) - and it is just pure dirty smut. The dynamic between reader and Jimin is just so good ✨

⭐Shake Shack by @kth1 // pjm x reader // s2l (though they went to the same high school) // 🥵🥰

📝 Crushing on a man ever since high school, you failed time and time again to actively talk to him. Until one sweaty summer day, you finally developed the courage to ask him out on a date.

🗨️ The story is so good, perfect amounts of sweet, a bit fluffy and then downright saucy!

⭐A Remedy for Mondays: pt2, pt3, pt4 [completed series] by @dovechim // pjm x f.reader // coworkers!au, office!au, s2c2l // 🥵🌩️🥰😂

📝 All you wanted was just one day off work. but for that to happen, you need to invent a plausible reason. and then somehow, somewhere along the way, things get out of hand, and now people think you’re having a baby with your co-worker Park Jimin after a one-night stand. confused? join the club.

🗨️ This is one of the most hilarious plots I’ve read! 😂 It is so funny, with a good amount of angst, fluff and brilliant comedy 👏 This is really one of my all time favorites - if you have not read this one yet, please go read it, you won’t be disappointed! 💎

⭐100 km/hour by @chateautae  // pjm x f.reader // fuckboy!au, college!au, pwp // 🥵

📝 What exactly happens when you and your friends have to pile into one car for the ride home after an insane halloween party, and you find yourself sitting in park jimin’s lap? especially when he’s dressed as an angel, and you’re in the sluttiest devil costume ever?

🗨️ I was not at all prepared for the juicy smut in this 🥵 I really love the tension between reader and Jimin, and omfg the smut + tension 🤌🏾It is just brilliant 👏

⭐Vanilla by @aexthetic-suga // pjm x f.reader // pwp, dominate!Jimin, idol!au // 🥵

📝 Jimin is a busy guy. The idol life is not an easy one. With you missing him for three months due to his schedule, all you wanted was to spend his first night back with him. When that doesn’t go to plan, you end up spewing shit about your sex life with Jimin – or better yet, your lack of one.

🗨️ Excuse me, Park Jimin 🥵😳 this was incredible hot! And that gif! 🥵 A really great pwp 💯🌸

⭐Flirt by @chateautae // pjm x f.reader // college!au, sexual tension, pwp // 🥵

📝 Park jimin is a notorious flirt, but so are you. when you both meet at a party after weeks of back and forth, it’s a matter of time before somebody gives in.

🗨️ Okay, this is insanely hot - the smut 🤌🏾😘 a really fucking great pwp with a good amount of sexual tension and dirty talk 💜💯

I really wanted to write my own fic in honor of his birthday, but sadly I didn’t have the time for that (moving). But these fics are even greater than what I could write anyway, so I’m pleased 🙂 Borahae and happy birthday Jimin 💜 🥳 🎂 

[anotherbtsffwriter]

hers | jimin x reader

→ summary: y/n travels to seoul with the dream of becoming a kpop dancer. after many rejections, she lands an audition for her favorite group, BTS. a total nervous wreck, she steps onto the stage, only to see all seven BTS members sitting at the judges panel. the music starts playing.

→ genre: 60% angst, 20% smut, 20% fluff

→ warnings: sexual content, cursing

→ wordcount: 30k

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Y/N was anything but calm. She paced the small room she rented in a less glamorous part of Seoul, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and anxiety. Her college degree in dance felt like a distant memory as she stared at the endless stream of job rejections. Her phone buzzed, interrupting her gloomy thoughts. It was a message from BigHit that she had scored an audition to be a backup dancer for BTS.

"Maybe this one will be different." She thought. Y/N was a fan of BTS, and she loved all the members equally.

The audition was happening tomorrow. Y/N took a deep breath and decided to give it a shot. She had nothing to lose. Her curvy figure and tan skin had often been the subject of harsh criticism in the Korean entertainment industry, but she had a fire in her belly that could not be quenched. She had always dreamed of performing in front of a live audience, and she was not going to let societal norms hold her back.

The next day, she arrived at the sprawling stadium, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. As she stepped into the vast audition hall, she saw rows upon rows of dancers, each one seemingly more confident and more in-sync with the Korean beauty standards than the last. She took her place in line, her palms sweaty, her breath shallow. As she waited, she watched the other contestants confidently strut up to the stage, announcing their names and the routine they had prepared.

Finally, it was her turn. She took a deep breath and made her way to the center, her eyes glued to the gleaming floor. As she looked up to introduce herself, her gaze fell upon the judges' panel. There, sitting in a row, was the entirety of BTS. She felt a jolt of nerves shoot through her as she realized that the leader, Namjoon, was watching her with a serious expression on his face.

Her heart racing, she announces her name and the routine she had prepared, her voice a little shakier than she would have liked.

"I'm Y/N, and I'll be performing my own choreography to 'Boy Meets Evil' by BTS." The crowd murmured with interest, and she could see a few disgusted looks from the other dancers. It was probably her foreign appearance, but she didn't care. This was her moment, and she was going to make it count.

The music began to play, and Y/N's nerves transformed into energy. She threw herself into the performance, her body moving with a fiery passion that she hadn't felt in a long time. Her hips swayed and popped with the rhythm, her hands danced through the air as if conducting an orchestra of invisible instruments. She didn't just dance; she told a story, a story of her struggle, her resilience, and her unshakeable love for the art.

As she danced, she could feel the energy in the room shift. The smirks of the other contestants disappeared, replaced by looks of surprise and awe. The members of BTS watched her with growing interest, their expressions morphing from indifference to amazement.

As the last beat faded out, Y/N struck a dramatic pose, her chest heaving with exertion. The room went silent for a moment before erupting into applause. She felt a sense of pride swell within her, despite the tremble in her legs. As the applause died down, Namjoon stood up, his eyes fixed on her. "Thank you, Y/N. That was quite the performance," he said, his voice firm yet gentle. "Now, for the next part of the audition, we would like to conduct a brief interview. Each member will ask a question. Do you mind?"

Y/N nodded, trying to keep her cool. The first question came from Namjoon, the leader. "How do you feel about fusing different dance styles together?" he asked with a hint of curiosity. She took a deep breath before answering, "I believe that dance is a universal language, and by combining styles like hip hop with contemporary, we can create something unique and powerful that resonates with people from all scopes of life." Namjoon nodded thoughtfully.

Next, the maknae, Jungkook, leaned in with a smile, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "What's your favorite BTS song to dance to?" Y/N answered, "'Blood, Sweat, and Tears'." Jungkook's smile grew, and she could see his eyes light up with approval.

While Y/N was touched by Jungkook's friendliness, her attention quickly shifted when she noticed Jimin. He looked much different, a better kind, in real life. He leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest, and his expression was unreadable. She wondered if he had any questions for her.

The next few minutes passed in a blur of questions from the other members. They asked about her background, her inspiration, and her goals. Y/N answered each question with confidence and grace, her words flowing easily as she talked about her love for dance and her desire to break barriers. When it was Jimin's turn, he took his time, scrutinizing her with an intensity that made her heart flutter. "What do you think sets you apart from other dancers?"

Y/N paused, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. "I think what sets me apart is my willingness to embrace who I am. I know I don't fit the typical mold of a K-pop dancer, but I've learned to love my differences. It's given me a unique perspective and style that I bring to every performance."

The other members nodded, visibly impressed. J-Hope spoke up, his voice filled with enthusiasm, "I love that. It's so important to be true to yourself in this industry." The tension in the room eased slightly, and Y/N felt a sense of ease growing between her and the group.

As the interview came to a close, the members exchanged a few words in Korean, their eyes flicking over her multiple times. Y/N couldn't help but feel hopeful despite the odds. "Thank you all for your time," she said with a courteous bow before making her way back to the line of contestants.

Jimin leaned over to whisper something in Namjoon's ear, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the prospect of his words being about her. The rest of the day dragged on, with each dancer giving their all, but Y/N's heart was already racing at the thought of being part of the BTS world.

As the audition concluded, the judges called out a list of names for the second round. Y/N held her breath, her heart pounding in her chest. "Y/N," Namjoon announced, and she couldn't believe her ears. The crowd clapped as she stepped forward, feeling a mix of shock and exhilaration.

The next round was a surprise. They were to do an impromptu dance on a random BTS song that would be played. Y/N felt the panic rising but she had come too far to let it show.

Her name was called and she stepped onto the stage, her heart beating like a drum in her chest. The room went dark, and a moment later, the opening beats of "Filter" filled the air. The spotlight hit her. The lyrics resonated with her, about stripping away the layers and revealing the true, natural beauty beneath. She took a deep breath and let the music guide her, her body moving in a way that was both powerful and sensual.

Y/N's dance began as an expression of liberation, her arms outstretched, her body swaying to the rhythm as if it were the only thing keeping her grounded. But as the song grew more intense, so did her movements. Her hips rolled in time with the bass, her ass bouncing in a way that made the BTS members' eyes widen in surprise. Their eyes held mix of shock and admiration.

Her hands began to trace her body, emphasizing the curves she had once been ashamed of. Her breasts bounced in time with the beat, a teasing display of confidence that had the members of BTS leaning forward in their seats. The fiery end of "Filter" approached, and Y/N knew this was her moment to leave a lasting impression. She dropped to the floor, her body undulating in a wave of pure sensuality. Her moves were bold, unapologetic, and dripping with a sexuality that was rarely seen in the K-pop world.

As the final notes of the song played out, she arched her back, her hands gripping the stage for balance. She was the center of attention. She had never felt so alive. The spotlight on her was like a warm embrace, and she reveled in the power she had over the room. For a brief moment, she had forgotten the audition, forgotten the members, forgotten everything except the music and her own passion.

The song ended with a dramatic silence, and Y/N held her pose, her chest heaving. The stadium was still, the only sound the applause that soon followed. She looked up, meeting the eyes of the BTS members. Jungkook's eyes were wide with surprise, J-Hope's were sparkling with excitement, and V's were full of admiration. But it was Jimin's gaze that held her, his expression a mix of amusement and something else, something she couldn't quite place.

The members slowly stood up, clapping along with the audience. The tension in the room was thick, a stark contrast to the ease with which Y/N had just danced. She felt their eyes on her as she gracefully got up, still riding the high of her performance. Her heart was racing, but she didn't dare let it show. She waited for the members to come out of their daze, watching as they exchanged glances and whispers.

Namjoon was the first to break the silence. "That was unexpected," he said, his voice a mix of amazement and awe. "Your confidence and passion on stage are undeniable. You truly brought 'Filter' to life." Y/N beamed, feeling the heat of their gazes on her, especially Jimin's.

Jimin leaned back in his chair, his arms folded over his chest. "You certainly know how to make an entrance," he said with a smirk, his eyes raking over her form. "I've never seen someone own the stage quite like you just did." There was a challenge in his voice, and she felt it in her core.

Taehyung, also known as V, chuckled softly beside him, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know, Y/N," he began, his voice smooth and teasing, "you might have just outshone our own Jimin with those moves." The other members snickered, and Y/N felt her cheeks warm. Jimin rolled his eyes, but she caught the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Thank you," she said, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice. "It's an honor to be here."

The other members nodded in agreement before Namjoon spoke up again. "Y/N, we'd like to invite you to wait outside while we finish up the auditions. We'll call you back in when we're ready to make our final decision."

She nodded, trying to hide her nerves as she made her way off the stage, her legs feeling like jelly. She watched the other contestants perform, each one talented in their own right, but she knew she had brought something different to the table. As the last dancer exited the stage, the members of BTS huddled together, their hushed whispers filling the now-quiet stadium.

After what felt like an eternity, the other contestants were asked to leave, leaving only Y/N and the BTS members in the vast space. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. What did they think of her? Would they give her a chance?

Namjoon finally broke the silence, his eyes meeting hers with a seriousness. "Y/N, come back up here," he said, gesturing to the stage. Her heart pounded as she made her way back, the echo of her shoes on the floor seeming to amplify the tension.

As she approached, Jimin spoke up, his voice smooth as silk. "Come here. Stand in front of the panel." She swallowed hard, her heart racing as she stepped down from the stage and approached the judges' panel.

Namjoon broke the silence first. "Your performance today was incredible, Y/N. You've shown us that you have the skills and the confidence to stand out in this industry. But we need to know if you have what it takes to keep up with us."

Y/N's heart raced, and she nodded, eager to prove herself. "I'll give it my all."

"Good," said Jimin, his voice low and gruff. "We're going to put you through a series of challenges. If you can handle them, you might just have a shot at joining us."

The first challenge was a dance battle with J-Hope, known for his sharp, explosive moves. The beat dropped, and Y/N faced him, her heart racing. But she had faced challenges before, and she wasn't going to back down now. She matched him step for step, her own style weaving in and out of his, adding a sensual flair that had the members' eyes widening in surprise.

J-Hope grinned, clearly enjoying the competition. He threw in a few complex moves, but Y/N was ready. She had studied BTS's choreography for years, and she had learned to adapt quickly. The battle grew more intense, but she never lost the smile on her face, feeling alive in the way only dance could make her feel.

As the battle came to an end, the other members looked at each other, nodding. The next challenge was a surprise: a vocal duet with Jungkook, her bias.

Y/N felt a knot form in her stomach. "But I'm here as a dancer," she protested, her voice a mix of shock and nerves.

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, his gaze unwavering. "We know that, but versatility is key in this industry. We need to know if you can hold your own with us on stage."

Y/N's heart sank. She had always been self-conscious about her singing voice. It was one thing to dance, but to sing in front of her idols? Her voice was rough, untrained, and didn't hold a candle to theirs. She took a deep breath and looked at Jungkook, his eyes filled with encouragement. "Okay," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "But I have to warn you, I'm not much of a singer."

Jungkook smiled. "Don't worry," he said, his voice soothing. "We just want to see how you handle pressure." The other members nodded in agreement, and Y/N felt a strange sense of comfort wash over her. They weren't expecting perfection; they wanted to see her fight.

The music for "Euphoria" began to play, and Jungkook's heavenly voice filled the room, the intro floating through the air like a soft caress. Y/N took a deep breath, her nerves jangling like a live wire. As the melody grew more familiar, she found herself joining in, her voice tentative at first, then growing stronger with each note.

To her astonishment, her voice didn't just hold up; it soared. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing a hidden talent that even she had never known existed. Her tone was rich and velvety, resonating with the same depth and emotion that Jimin's voice did in the original track. The BTS members' eyes grew wide, their jaws dropping slightly. They had seen confidence in her dance, but this was something else entirely.

Jungkook, ever the professional, continued to sing, but his eyes never left hers, a look of surprise and admiration in his gaze. Y/N felt a strange connection form between her and BTS, their voices intertwining as they sang about the feeling of flying. As they reached the chorus, their harmonies blended seamlessly, creating a sound that was both hauntingly beautiful and unexpectedly powerful.

The music swelled around them, the words of the song echoing in the vast space. When the final note hung in the air, there was a moment of silence so profound it seemed to vibrate. And then, as if breaking the spell, Jungkook leaned into the microphone, his voice filled with genuine amazement. "Wow, your singing voice sounds like Jimin's," he murmured, and Y/N's heart skipped a beat. She had never been compared to the legendary vocalist before, and she wasn't quite sure how to react.

The other members looked at each other, their expressions a mix of shock and admiration. It was Namjoon who spoke up next, his voice firm and decisive. "Y/N, you've proven yourself today. Your dance was fiery, and your singing…well, it was nothing short of euphoric." He paused, his eyes locking onto hers, "You're in."

Y/N felt her knees wobble as she took it in, the reality of what had just happened crashing over her like a wave. She was going to be a backup dancer for BTS. The group she had grown up idolizing, the same group that had inspired her to pursue her love of dance despite the obstacles she faced.

Her eyes filled with tears, and she couldn't help but cover her face with her hands, overwhelmed by a mix of emotions. She had never felt so seen, so appreciated.

The days that followed were a whirlwind of excitement and nerves. Her first assignment was to be a main backup dancer for BTS's new single, the lead track of their upcoming album. It was a surreal moment when she walked into the state-of-the-art rehearsal studio, the same place where legends had practiced their craft. The seven members of BTS were already there, stretching and warming up, their eyes lighting up when they saw her. She felt a flutter in her stomach as she took her place at the front alongside the choreographer.

Y/N knew the gravity of her task. This was not just any performance; it was the comeback of the decade, and she was about to share the stage with the biggest boy band in the world. The choreographer began to break down the routine, and she watched with rapt attention, her eyes never leaving the intricate movements of the members as they demonstrated the steps. The dance was fast-paced and complex, filled with sharp angles and explosive energy that mirrored the song's powerful message.

As she practiced alongside the group, she felt the weight of their gazes upon her. They were watching her closely, analyzing every move she made. It was both thrilling and nerve-wracking, but she knew she had to give it her all. She had to show them that she deserved to be there. With each step she took, she pushed aside her fears and insecurities, focusing instead on the music and the passion that had brought her to this moment.

Rehearsal finally came to an end, and the members of BTS wiped the sweat from their brows, looking exhausted yet exhilarated. They began to gather their things, eager to call it a night and rest their weary bodies. But Y/N lingered, unable to tear herself away from the dance floor. She had dreamed of this opportunity for so long, and she wasn't about to waste a second of it.

Taehyung noticed her dedication and approached her with a smile. "Hey, Y/N," he called out. "You've got moves, that's for sure. But you need to eat, too." He gestured to the others, who were already heading for the door. "We're going to grab some dinner. Want to come?"

Y/N's stomach growled in response, and she laughed. "Yes, I could eat." She quickly gathered her things and followed the group out of the studio.

As they piled into a sleek black van, the reality of the situation hit her like a ton of bricks. She was sitting with BTS, the very same group whose posters had adorned her walls and whose music had been her lifeblood through countless heartaches and triumphs. The interior was cool and spacious, and she sank into the plush leather seats.

"So, Y/N," Jungkook began as the van pulled away from the studio. "How did you end up here? Tell us your story."

Y/N took a deep breath and began to recount her journey. "I grew up in [insert where you grew up]," she said, her voice soft. "My parents were quite strict, and they didn't understand my love for dance. They wanted me to focus on academics, so I had to sneak in my dance practice whenever I could."

The members of BTS listened intently as Y/N spoke, their expressions a mix of empathy and admiration. "They didn't support my dreams," she continued, "but you guys did. Your music, your message of self-love, it helped me push through the tough times." Her eyes shone with emotion as she spoke. "Whenever I felt like giving up, I'd watch your videos and listen to your lyrics, and it reminded me why I started dancing in the first place."

Jungkook nodded, "We're all about breaking barriers and being ourselves," he said gently. "It's what makes our music resonate with so many people."

Jimin added on, "And you, Y/N, you're breaking barriers just by being here. Your dance today was like nothing we've ever seen before."

Y/N felt the heat creep into her cheeks, "Thank you," she murmured. "But I couldn't have done it without you all. I have so much respect and admiration for all of you. Jin, you are an amazing older brother to everyone and have an admirable positive outlook on life. Yoongi, you are so talented and passionate about your work. Namjoon, you are such an excellent leader and so smart and talented. Taehyung, your hard work to improve your voice and dancing is just incredible. Jungkook, you are so unbelievably sweet and hard working. And Jimin, your presence and effort is overwhelming yet graceful. You all are genuinely amazing human beings and I feel so grateful to be here with all of you."

Yoongi, who had been quietly listening, turned to her with a gentle smile. To everyone's surprise, he leaned over and enveloped her in a warm hug. His embrace was friendly and tight, but it felt like a safe haven, a place where she could let all her fears and insecurities melt away. The other members watched, their smiles growing. Yoongi wasn't one to hug just anyone, and this gesture spoke volumes about the connection he felt with her.

"Thank you, Y/N," he murmured into her ear. "Your words mean a lot to us. We're all just trying to be ourselves, to share our art with the world. And you're doing the same. You're going to fit in perfectly."

The van pulled up to an exclusive restaurant, the kind of place that was reserved for celebrities and the elite. As they stepped out, a wave of cool night air brushed against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Inside, the warm lighting and soothing ambiance immediately put her at ease. The group settled into a private booth, the walls adorned with velvet curtains, giving them the much-needed privacy. They talked and laughed, sharing stories of their journey, their struggles, and their triumphs. Y/N felt a sense of belonging she had never experienced before.

At one point, when the conversation lulled, she looked around the table at the seven handsome faces and couldn't resist cracking a joke. "You know," she began, her eyes twinkling mischievously, "I always wondered what lachimolala meant."

The tension in the room broke, and the members of BTS burst into laughter, their heads thrown back in genuine mirth. Even Jimin, who was notorious for his stoic demeanor, cracked a smile that reached his eyes.

"Jimin was so funny that day," Taehyung said, still laughing. The group's laughter grew louder, and she felt a warmth spread through her chest. It was the first time she had made them laugh, and it was heartwarming to know that they enjoyed her little comment.

Jimin leaned back in his chair, his gaze on Y/N. "You're trying to embarrass me, aren't you?" he said with a pout.

Y/N's eyes widened slightly at his words. "I think you already did that," she said jokingly.

After dinner, as the van pulled up to the BTS dorms, Namjoon spoke up again. "Y/N, before we go inside, we have something to tell you."

"What is it?" she asked, curiosity piqued.

Namjoon took a deep breath, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "We have an idea," he announced, and the van grew quiet as all seven members turned to him. "Jimin and I have been working on a solo track for his next album."

Y/N's eyes widened. "Really?" she exclaimed. "That's amazing!"

Jimin looked at her, his gaze unreadable. "We need someone to perform the dance with me," he said, his voice low and steady. "Someone who can match my intensity and bring something new to the table."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "Of course. Who do you have in mind?"

Namjoon's eyes lit up. "Well, Jimin," he said, turning to his fellow band member. "You've choreographed this dance for a partner. Who better to bring it to life than Y/N?"

Jimin's gaze remained on Y/N, his expression unreadable. The silence was electric, charged with anticipation. Then, slowly, he nodded. "I agree." His voice was a low rumble, sending a shiver down her spine. " Y/N, would you be willing to perform it with me?"

Her heart was racing, but she managed to nod. "Yes, I'd be honored." The other members looked at each other, their excitement palpable. They all already felt a friendship with Y/N and knew that she would match Jimin's speed and passion.

Namjoon cleared his throat, his expression turning serious. " Y/N," he began, his voice low and solemn. "I know this might seem like an odd thing to say, but it's important." He leaned closer to her, his eyes searching hers. "You're going to be working very closely with Jimin. And, well, in the past, some backup dancers haven't always understood his personal boundaries."

Y/N's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?" she asked.

Namjoon's expression grew sterner. "Jimin is a professional, and we expect all of our backup dancers to respect that. In the past, some have… taken advantage of his good nature. They've crossed lines, hoping to get closer to him than they should."

Y/N's eyes widened, confused. "What kind of lines?" she asked.

"Things have gotten inappropriate before," Taehyung chimed in, his tone delicate. "Some dancers thought they could get ahead by, you know, throwing themselves at Jimin."

Y/N spoke, "I would never do something like that," she said firmly, her voice unwavering. "Jimin is incredibly talented, and I respect him and our professional boundaries."

Jimin's gaze softened slightly, and he nodded. "Thank you for understanding," he said, his voice low. "It's important to me."

Y/N nodded emphatically. "Of course," she said, her voice steady. "I'm here to dance, not to cause any trouble."

The tension in the van dissipated slightly, and the members of BTS seemed to relax. She seemed to truly care about their artistry and the integrity of their work.

As they entered the dorm, Y/N couldn't help but feel like she was walking into a dream. The sleek, modern space was filled with personal touches from each member, reminding her that despite their fame, they were still human. Jimin led her to the dance studio, a state-of-the-art room with mirrored walls and gleaming floors. The air was thick with anticipation as he played the unreleased track for the first time. The beat was dark, seductive, and powerful, resonating through her very core.

"This is going to be intense," he warned her, his eyes meeting hers. "But I know you can handle it."

Y/N nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she took her place facing Jimin. He began to move, his body a study in precision and passion. His movements were sharp, angular, and utterly mesmerizing. As she watched, she felt something shift within her. This wasn't just a dance; it was a declaration, a battle cry of sorts.

The music grew louder, filling the space with its intoxicating rhythm. Jimin's eyes never left hers as he demonstrated the routine, the intensity of his gaze making it impossible for her to look away. She mirrored his moves, her body responding to his with an ease that surprised even her.

As they danced, Y/N felt Jimin pushing her limits, challenging her to be more daring, more sensual. He was a master of his craft, and she was eager to learn from him. Her movements grew bolder, her confidence soaring as she matched him step for step. The dance was a complex web of desire and power, a silent conversation that spoke of a connection that went beyond the music.

Jimin's gaze was intense, his eyes never leaving hers as they danced. She could see the passion in them, the hunger for perfection, and it fueled her own fire. Every move, every twist and turn, was a declaration of intent, a silent promise of what was to come.

The music grew to a crescendo, and the dance grew more intimate. Jimin's hands slid down her body, resting just above her hips, his fingers flexing with the beat. Y/N could feel the heat of his breath against her neck, his body mere inches from hers.

The final pose approached, the tension in the air thick with unspoken desires. Y/N leaned back, her back arching gracefully, as Jimin bent his knees, bringing their faces so close that their breaths mingled. His hands hovered just under her, a silent question hanging between them.

Y/N's heart hammered against her ribcage, her eyes locked onto Jimin's. This was it, the climax of the dance. He leaned in, their lips almost touching. The heat of his breath on her skin made her shiver, her eyes fluttering shut.

And then, the music stopped. The sudden silence was jarring, like a slap to the face. Jimin abruptly pulled away, the spell broken as he hit the button on the sound system. The air in the room seemed to dissipate, leaving behind a chilly emptiness. Y/N's eyes snapped open, and she took a step back. She reminded herself to be professional like Namjoon told her. She knew the dance would be sexual and had to control herself and respect Jimin.

"You did good," he said, his voice gruff. "For the first run through."

Y/N's cheeks flushed with the praise, her heart still racing from the intensity of the dance. She nodded, trying to keep her voice steady. "Thank you," she said. "Do you have any specific feedback for me that I can work on during my own time before tomorrow's rehearsal?"

Jimin nodded thoughtfully, his gaze still intense. "Your movements are strong and precise," he said, his voice still low. "But I need you to let go even more. You seemed reluctant to touch me. I understand and appreciate that you are respecting my boundaries, but you need to find a balance between giving the choreography justice and respecting my boundaries."

Y/N swallowed hard, nodding in understanding. "I'll work on it," she promised.

Over the next few weeks, the rehearsals grew more intense. Y/N's bond with the BTS members grew stronger with each practice, and she began to feel like part of the family. They shared jokes, stories, and even the occasional heart-to-heart conversation. It was during these moments that she saw the vulnerable, human side of these superstars that the world never got to see.

One evening, after a particularly grueling session, Taehyung suggested they all unwind with some games. Y/N's eyes lit up, eager for a break from the seriousness of the rehearsals. The dorm was a sanctuary of laughter and camaraderie, a stark contrast to the high-pressure environment of their work.

In the cozy common area, the group gathered around a large, low table laden with snacks and drinks. The air was filled with the comforting scent of home-cooked meals and the gentle hum of their laughter.

"Taehyung, I bet you can't beat me in fight," Y/N said jokingly.

Y/N found herself in a playful tussle with Taehyung, his hands wrapping around her neck in a mock choke as they both giggled uncontrollably. She retaliated, her small hands mimicking the gesture. Their eyes met, sparkling with mischief, and she could feel the strength behind his playful touch. It was a gentle reminder of their growing bond, a bond that went beyond the dance floor.

Jungkook, noticing their playful banter, jumped in with a grin, adding his own flair to the mix. Now with two sets of hands around her neck, Y/N laughed harder, her eyes watering. The pressure grew, but it was clear they weren't actually trying to strangle her. It was all in good fun, a sign that she had truly been accepted into their tight-knit circle.

She playfully slapped at their arms, trying to break free, but they held firm. "Alright, alright," she gasped out through giggles, "I surrender!"

The guys laughed and released her, their eyes twinkling with mischief. Y/N took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. The playful banter had been just what she needed after the intense rehearsals. It had been weeks since she had felt this carefree, and she was grateful for their acceptance.

As the game wound down, J-Hope looked at her with a glint in his eye. "You know, Y/N," he said, his voice playful, "you've been holding your own with us in dance and singing. But can you rap?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her heart racing. "Oh no."

"Come on," J-Hope said, grinning mischievously. "You've got to have some bars in you. Show us what you got, Y/N!"

Y/N took a moment to consider the challenge. Her rap skills were… minimal, to say the least. But the encouraging looks from the other members spurred her on. Plus, she had nothing to lose. "Alright, fine," she said with a laugh, "but don't say I didn't warn you."

Choosing one of Yoongi's more upbeat tracks, she took a deep breath and began to spit out the lyrics. Her flow was choppy, her rhythm all over the place. The words tumbled out of her mouth in a clumsy mess, and she couldn't help but laugh at herself. The BTS members watched her, their eyes wide with surprise that quickly turned into amusement. They weren't used to seeing this side of her, the one who didn't take herself too seriously.

Yoongi, who had been quietly sipping his drink, put it down with a thud. His eyes were wide with shock, and then a smile began to spread across his face, his cheeks dimpling with mirth. "Oh my god," he exclaimed, "you're terrible at this!"

Jimin's eyes never left her as she rapped, his expression a mix of surprise and something else—something Y/N couldn't quite read. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping out a beat on the armrest. And then, without a word, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, quickly hitting record. The moment was so unexpected, so raw, that he couldn't resist capturing it for himself.

Y/N's rap was a hot mess, but it was her courage and willingness to look ridiculous that had him smiling. He watched the screen as she stumbled over the lyrics, her laughter echoing through the room. His thumb hovered over the stop button, but something held him back. He found himself enjoying her imperfections, a stark contrast to the polished performances they usually gave.

As she finished, the room was filled with applause, and she took a dramatic bow. Jimin quickly tucked his phone away, the moment feeling too personal to share with anyone else. "Not bad for a first try," Yoongi teased, his voice light and playful. "But maybe stick to the dancing."

Jin, who had been laughing loudly the whole time, decided to throw his own challenge into the mix. "Y/N," he said with a mischievous smile, "how about you show us what you can do in the kitchen? We've seen you spice up the dance floor, but can you spice up our palates?"

Y/N's eyes widened. "Cook?" she repeated, her heart racing at the thought. "Fine, you're on," she said, rising to the challenge. "But only if you guys promise to eat whatever I make without complaining."

The members of BTS exchanged glances, the tension in the air shifting from one of playful banter to a more intense competition. Jungkook clapped his hands together. "It's a deal," he exclaimed. "But beware, we have a very picky eater in our midst."

Y/N rolled her eyes, knowing he was referring to Jimin, who had a reputation for his particular tastes. "I'll keep that in mind," she said with a grin.

The next evening, the kitchen was a whirlwind of activity as Y/N donned an apron and set to work. She decided to prepare a fusion dish that she hoped would appeal to their palates: spicy chicken with a side of kimchi fried rice.

The BTS members, having drawn the short straw of being the audience for Y/N's culinary experiment, were sprawled across the couch and floor, a romantic comedy playing on the large flat-screen TV. The laughter from the movie occasionally spilled into the kitchen, and she couldn't help but glance over her shoulder to catch their reactions.

Suddenly, a sizzle caught her off guard. As she reached for a spatula, her cheek brushed against the hot pan, sending a jolt of pain through her. "Ow!" she yelped, jumping back.

In a flash, Jimin was by her side, his eyes wide with concern. "What happened?" He reached out, his cool hand touching her cheek gently.

Y/N turned to face him, her eyes watering from the pain. "I burned myself," she said, holding up the spatula as evidence. The smell of burnt skin was faint, lost in the symphony of spices.

Jimin's expression softened, a rare moment of tenderness from the perfectionist and workaholic of the group. He took her hand gently and guided her to the sink. "Let's get some ice," he said, his voice filled with concern.

Y/N nodded, her heart racing from the pain and his sudden closeness. As he rummaged through the freezer, she couldn't help but watch his reflection in the kitchen window, his body moving with the grace of a dancer even in such a mundane task. He returned with a bag of ice, and without asking, he pressed it gently against her burn. The coldness brought immediate relief, and she closed her eyes, letting out a sigh.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the sizzling of the stove.

After a few moments, he took the ice away, his thumb lingering on her skin for a second longer than necessary. His breath was warm against her cheek as he leaned in to blow gently, trying to ease the sting. Y/N's eyes fluttered closed, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. She had never felt so taken care of.

"Does that feel better?" Jimin asked, his voice a soft murmur that sent goosebumps rising on her skin.

Y/N nodded, her eyes still closed. "Mm-hmm," she murmured, not trusting her voice to convey anything but the most basic of responses.

Jimin nodded and turned away, and returned to the living room. "Good," he called over his shoulder. "Finish up, and we'll be ready to taste-test when you're done."

Y/N took a deep breath, willing her heart to slow. She reminded herself that Jimin was just being kind, that they were all just friends. Professional friends. She couldn't let herself get carried away with romantic notions. This was BTS, for heaven's sake. They were all incredible people, and she was just a backup dancer. She had to keep her head in the game, focus on the music, the dance, the job.

With renewed determination, she turned back to the stove and finished cooking the chicken, her mind racing with thoughts of the dance routine, the music video, and the upcoming live performance. She had to nail this dance with Jimin. It was a chance of a lifetime, and she couldn't blow it. The dance was a complex tapestry of passion and emotion, and she had to embody it perfectly.

"Dinner's ready!" Y/N called out, her voice echoing through the dorm. She plated the food, serving a generous portion of spicy chicken alongside the kimchi fried rice. She took a deep breath and carried the plates into the living room, setting one in front of each member. The smell of the food filled the air, making their mouths water.

The seven of them took their seats around the low table, their eyes on the steaming dishes before them. The atmosphere was a mix of excitement and apprehension, as they were used to eating out at the best restaurants in Seoul. Y/N's heart thumped in her chest as she watched them take their first bites, her eyes darting from one to the other, searching for any signs of disapproval.

To her relief, the expressions on their faces grew from cautious curiosity to delight. Jungkook was the first to speak up, his mouth still full. "This is really good!" he exclaimed, reaching for seconds. The others murmured in agreement, their spoons digging eagerly into the rice and scooping up the rich, fragrant sauce.

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her chest. Despite her initial nerves, she had managed to win them over with her cooking. She took a seat on the floor next to Jimin, who was eyeing his plate with a mix of surprise and skepticism. She watched as he took a tentative bite of the chicken, his cheeks puckering slightly from the heat.

"Well?" she prompted, a smug smile playing on her lips.

Jimin took another bite, his eyes widening slightly as the flavors exploded on his tongue. "It's different," he said, his voice carefully measured.

Y/N's heart sank. Different wasn't always a good thing. "But is it good?" she asked, her voice hopeful.

Jimin's eyes met hers, a mischievous spark in them. "It's surprisingly good," he admitted, taking another bite. "The spices are intense, but in a good way."

Y/N couldn't help but feel a thrill of victory. The praise from the group's pickiest eater meant the world to her. She watched as they devoured her food, their laughter and chatter filling the room. It was a stark contrast to the tension that usually surrounded their work.

With a grin, she grabbed a plate for herself, eager to join in the feast she had created. As she took her seat, she couldn't resist the urge to dive in, her fork scooping up a mouthful of rice and chicken with reckless abandon.

Jimin watched her with a raised eyebrow, his perfect posture a stark contrast to Y/N's enthusiastic shoveling. "You know," he said, his tone teasing, "you're supposed to use chopsticks."

Y/N looked up, her mouth full, a piece of chicken precariously balanced on her fork. "What?" she mumbled, chewing and swallowing. "Oh, I know," she said with a grin, setting the fork aside to pick up the chopsticks. But her coordination with the traditional Korean utensils was as bad as her rapping, and she dropped a piece of chicken with a clatter.

The group burst out laughing again, and even Jimin couldn't hide his amusement. "Here, let me help you," he said, reaching over and plucking a piece of chicken from her plate. He held it out to her with a smirk.

Y/N's heart fluttered as she took the offered morsel with her own chopsticks, the playful gesture feeling surprisingly intimate. She managed a few more bites without dropping anything, though her cheeks remained a flushed shade of pink from the attention.

Namjoon, the leader of BTS, broke the momentary silence with a warm smile directed at Y/N. "You know," he said, his voice filled with sincerity, "you're the first backup dancer who has become so close with us."

Y/N looked up, her eyes wide with surprise. The other members nodded in agreement, each of them smiling genuinely at her. She felt a blush creep up her neck, unsure of what to say. "Really?" she managed to ask, her voice a bit shaky.

"Yeah," Hoseok said, his voice filled with a warmth she hadn't heard before. "You're like family now."

Y/N felt her eyes mist up, and she quickly blinked back the tears. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "That means so much to me." She took a deep breath and tried to lighten the mood. "I guess I've got to be doing something right if I haven't been fired yet," she joked, earning a round of laughter from the group.

Jimin's gaze remained on her, his smile gentle. "You're not just doing something right," he said. "You're doing everything right. Your energy, your passion, it's all infectious. And your dance moves? They're mesmerizing."

The room grew quiet, the weight of Jimin's words hanging in the air. Y/N felt her heart swell with pride, but she couldn't help the blush that painted her cheeks. "Thanks," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "That means a lot coming from all of you."

"You're welcome," Namjoon said with a nod. "But it's true. We've had many backup dancers over the years, but none have ever fit in quite like you have."

Y/N felt a warmth in her chest at his words. She had never imagined that she would be accepted so readily into the lives of these global superstars. She took a deep breath and looked around the table at the seven faces that had become her family in the short time she had known them. "Well," she said, trying to keep her voice steady, "I guess I'll just have to keep surprising you all then."

The group chuckled, and Y/N excused herself for the night.

As she lay in her bed in the small room allocated for backup dancers, Y/N's mind raced with the day's events. The dance practice with Jimin, the playful banter in the kitchen, and the genuine praise from the group—it was all so much to process. Her heart was racing, and she found it difficult to fall asleep. Her thoughts drifted to Jimin, and she kicked herself for thinking of him romantically again. She fell asleep convincing herself she only liked him as a work friend.

The next morning, Y/N woke up to the sound of her phone buzzing with a text from Jimin. "Practice today at 10 AM. Prepare for something intense." Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of another day of dancing with him. She quickly showered and changed into her loose dance gear, her stomach fluttering with a mix of excitement and nerves.

When she arrived at the studio, Jimin was already there, his eyes locked onto her as she entered. He had chosen a sleek black outfit that highlighted his chiseled abs and broad shoulders. The intensity of his gaze sent shivers down her spine. He was all business today, the playfulness of last night's dinner gone.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice low and serious.

Y/N nodded, her heart pounding. They were about to tackle the most sensual part of the routine, the part where their bodies would be pressed against each other, moving in a dance that was more than just steps and rhythm. It was a dance of passion, of desire, and she knew it was going to be a challenge to keep her feelings in check.

They started with a run-through of the routine, the music pulsing through the speakers and filling the studio. Y/N watched as Jimin's eyes never left hers, his gaze intense and focused. The dance was demanding, pushing them both to their limits, and she felt the heat rising in the room as their bodies moved closer and closer.

As the beat dropped, they reached the part of the routine that required the most intimacy.

"Remember," Jimin began, his voice low and steady, "this is a dance of seduction, of longing. We need to make the audience feel it in their bones." He paused for a moment, his eyes searching hers for understanding before continuing. "We start with a slow grind, hips locked. Maintain eye contact."

Y/N nodded, her cheeks flushing at the thought of the intimate moves they were about to perform. She had always enjoyed the physicality of dance, but this was different. This was personal.

Jimin took her hand, his grip firm and reassuring as he began to verbally walk her through each motion. His voice was a gentle guide in the quiet studio, describing every dip and twirl, every brush of skin against skin. "We'll start with a slow approach," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. "It's like we're two magnets, drawn together by an invisible force."

Y/N felt the heat from his palm as he placed it against her lower back, his touch a silent promise of what was to come. "Now," he said, his voice a soft command, "we lean in, our bodies close enough to share the same breath."

The music began to play, a slow, sensual rhythm that seemed to pulse through their veins. Jimin's hand slid down to the small of her back, guiding her into position. "Remember to keep your core tight," he instructed, his breath hot against her ear. "Let the movements flow through you."

As the beat grew more intense, so did their dance. He spun her around, their bodies colliding in a flurry of limbs and passion. "Now, when I pull you back, arch your spine," Jimin murmured, his hands moving to the curve of her waist. "Let the audience see the tension between us."

Y/N did as she was told, her body bending to his will as the music grew louder. His words painted a vivid picture of their dance, a dance of love and desire that was anything but simple. "You'll need to trust me completely."

Her heart racing, she nodded, her eyes locked onto his as he scooped her up, her legs wrapping around his waist. For a moment, she felt weightless, their bodies perfectly aligned. As they reached the crescendo of the song, he dipped her low, the fabric of his shirt brushing against her skin. The sensation was electric, sending waves of excitement through her body.

They paused, their breaths mingling, their eyes searching each other's for a sign of what was happening between them. Y/N knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't help the way her body responded to him. She felt a shiver run down her spine as their eyes held, the moment stretching out like a tightrope between them.

"Again," Jimin whispered, his voice hoarse with something she couldn't quite identify. "We need to get this right."

Y/N nodded, her heart racing. She had never felt this alive, this aware of someone's presence before. They started the routine again, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, the heat between them growing with each beat.

As they approached the lift once more, she could feel the anticipation building. Jimin's arms were strong and sure as he hoisted her up, their gazes locked, and she wrapped her legs around him tightly. When he brought her down, their chests brushed together, sending a jolt through her body that was anything but professional. She reminded herself to keep it professional.

"Now, for the final part," Jimin said, his voice a little gruffer than before. "We're going to press our bodies together in a way that shows desperation and longing."

Y/N nodded, trying to play off her unprofessional thoughts, "Of course, Jimin."

Jimin pulls her in, chest to chest, their hearts beating in sync with the music. They move together, their bodies telling a story of passion and desire that transcends the boundaries of the dance. Y/N's mind is a whirlwind of emotions, the intensity of their routine making it difficult to maintain the professional distance she's been clinging to.

"Remember the choreography," he murmurs, his breath hot against her neck. She nods, her breathing ragged. They begin to move in unison, their bodies speaking a language that transcends words. The beat builds, the music enveloping them like a lover's embrace, and she can feel the heat from his body, his chest rising and falling with every breath.

The air around them crackles with energy, and Y/N is acutely aware of every inch of their bodies that are touching. They come closer, so close that she can see the flecks of gold in his eyes. The anticipation is unbearable, a heady mix of excitement and nerves.

Her mind is racing, trying to remember the steps, the routine, but all she can think about is the warmth of Jimin's body, the way he smells—like a mix of sweat and expensive cologne. His hands are firm on her hips, guiding her movements, and she can feel the muscles in his arms flex with every beat of the music.

Suddenly, Jimin stops abruptly, the silence in the studio echoing around them. He pulls back, his eyes searching hers for a moment before he clears his throat. "Let's take a break," he says, his voice a little rough around the edges. He moves to the sound system, his back to her, and hits the pause button.

Y/N nods, trying to catch her breath and regain her composure. "Did I make a mistake?"

Jimin turns to face her, his expression unreadable. "Not exactly," he says, his voice tight. "It's not your fault." He runs a hand through his hair, trying to compose himself. "Let's sit down for a minute."

They sit on the floor, the coolness of the hardwood grounding her. "What happened?" Y/N asks, her voice small.

Jimin says, "I feel like I should try the choreography with other dancers to get a feel for which one is the most natural."

Y/N nods, trying to hide the disappointment in her eyes. "I understand," she says, her voice steady. "I hope you find what you're looking for and the dance is successful."

Without warning, the door to the rehearsal room swings open, and J-Hope strides in, his eyes wide with excitement. "Lunch time, you two!" he declares, breaking the spell. "You've been at it for hours. Time to refuel!"

Y/N looks away from Jimin and playfully wraps her arm around J-Hope's shoulders. "You're the best," she says with a grin, grateful for the interruption. Jimin looks at them both, his expression unreadable, before nodding in agreement.

As they enter the BTS dorm room, the aroma of various Korean dishes Jin made fills the air. Y/N, Jimin, and J-hope fill their plates with food and join the rest of BTS on the couch.

"You know, I've been thinking," Jimin starts casually, taking a bite of his kimchi fried rice. "For my solo track's dance, I think it'd be interesting to explore different dynamics. So, I'm going to try the routine with other dancers."

Y/N's heart once again drops like a rock in her stomach, but she keeps her face neutral. She knew he was going to tell the others eventually. "That's a good idea, Jimin," she says, trying to keep her voice steady. "It's always important to explore all options."

Namjoon nods in understanding. "I get it," he says, his voice calm and even. "It's a big performance, and we want everything to be perfect. I'll arrange for some other dancers to come in tomorrow. You can see how the routine feels with different people."

Jimin gives him a small, tight smile before he turns back to his food. Y/N feels a sharp pain in her heart but quickly shakes it off, focusing on the banter and laughter around the table.

The conversation shifts to more mundane topics—upcoming interviews, fan meet-and-greets, and the never-ending schedule. Y/N tries to keep up, but her mind keeps wandering back to the dance routine with Jimin. She tells herself it's just a job, a performance, but her heart isn't listening.

The next day, the tension is thick as they enter the rehearsal studio. Two other young Korean female dancers, both with the typical K-pop aesthetic, are waiting patiently.

The rest of BTS and Y/N watches as Jimin runs through the routine with the first dancer, Y/N's heart racing with every move they make. The dancer is skilled, her body a good match for Jimin's in terms of size and agility. She is perfect epitome of Korean beauty: skinny, pale, symmetrical, and perfect.

Y/N tries to keep her jealousy in check, reminding herself that this is just part of the job, and Jimin was a friend. She watches the way the new dancer moves, taking in every step, every expression, searching for something that she can offer that the other girl can't. The dance ends, and Jimin detaches his body from the girl's. He turns to the group. "What did everyone think?" he asks, his voice serious.

"You guys looked good," Jungkook says.

Y/N nods in agreement, trying to hide the pain in her eyes. "Yeah," she says, her voice a little too high.

Namjoon clears his throat. "It's good, Jimin. But I can't help but think it could be better."

Jimin nods, his gaze flicking to Y/N for a split second before turning to the second dancer. "Let's try it with you next," he says, his voice a little too even.

The second dancer steps forward, her eyes wide and eager. As they start the routine, Y/N watches, her heart sinking. This dancer is just as good, if not better than the first. Her movements are fluid, her expressions captivating.

As the dance ends, Jimin looks to the group again, his eyes avoiding Y/N's. "Well?"

The feedback is positive before Yoongi interrupts. "We haven't seen you perform it with Y/N yet," he points out, his eyes sharp and observant. "It's only fair to compare."

Jimin nods, his expression unreadable. "You're right," he says, his gaze finally landing on Y/N. "Let's go, Y/N."

They move into position, Y/N feeling extremely nervous and worried. The music starts, and they begin the routine.

With each move, the air seems to thicken, charged with an unspoken electricity. Every touch feels like a spark, setting off a chain reaction of sensations. Y/N's eyes lock onto Jimin's, the intensity of their gaze mirroring the passion in their dance.

The proximity between them is so close that their breaths mingle, each inhale a silent promise of what's to come. Y/N's heart races as she feels the warmth of Jimin's skin against her, his muscles flexing as he lifts her in a series of fluid, powerful movements.

The music transitions to the segment where their hips are to lock in a grind, a dance of unspoken desire that has them moving as one. Y/N can feel the hardness of Jimin's abs against her stomach, his grip firm as their bodies roll together in a seductive rhythm. She bites her bottom lip to keep from gasping, the intensity of their performance blurring the lines between the dance floor and reality.

As they come closer to the almost-kiss, the moment where their chests are supposed to press together, Y/N feels her heart pound in her chest. She can almost taste the mint on Jimin's breath, feel the heat of his skin against her own. A magnetic pull has them moving in perfect harmony despite the chaos of emotions swirling within her.

As they reach the end of the routine, their bodies are a breath apart, their eyes locked in a silent conversation that speaks louder than any words could. The chemistry between them is explosive, the air in the room charged with it. The rest of the group watches, their cheers and applause a distant echo in Y/N's ears.

Jimin pulls away, his expression unreadable. "Good job," he says, his voice tight.

Y/N nods, trying to catch her breath. "Thank you," she says, her voice a little shaky. "Just part of the job."

The other members of BTS exchange glances, the unspoken tension between Y/N and Jimin not lost on them. Jungkook nudges her playfully. "You guys looked like you were really into it," he teases.

Y/N laughs, trying to play it off. "It's all part of the performance," she says, her eyes darting to Jimin.

He nods, a slight smile playing on his lips, but there's a seriousness in his gaze. "So what do you guys think?"

The room is quiet for a moment before Yoongi breaks the silence. "Y/N was the best," he says firmly, his voice carrying the weight of his conviction. The other members look at him, surprised by his straightforwardness.

Namjoon nods thoughtfully. "I agree. I think you should stick to Y/N being your partner."

Jimin looks at Y/N, his gaze intense. "Is that what you all think?"

The other members murmur their agreement. Y/N feels a mix of relief and excitement. She's not just a backup dancer anymore—she's an integral part of Jimin's solo performance.

"Okay," Jimin says, "I'll continue with Y/N."

Y/N nods, her heart racing with excitement. They've been given the green light to continue working together, and she's more determined than ever to make their performance unforgettable. They spend hours in the studio, perfecting every move, every look, every beat of the routine. The chemistry between them is undeniable, and the rest of BTS can't help but be drawn into their orbit.

But as the night wears on and the intensity of their practice reaches a fever pitch, Y/N finds herself unable to ignore the growing ache between her legs. With every grind and press of Jimin's body against hers, the flames of desire threaten to consume her. She tries to focus on the music, the steps, the choreography—anything to keep her thoughts from straying to the forbidden territory of her attraction to him.

Suddenly, with a flustered smile, she pulls away, her cheeks reddening. "I need a break," she says, her voice strained. (It's just her and Jimin in the practice room.)

Jimin nods, "Take your time," he murmurs, watching as she rushes from the rehearsal studio.

Y/N locks herself in the bathroom, her chest heaving as she tries to regain her composure. She leans against the cool porcelain sink, the sound of running water echoing through the small space. She looks at herself in the mirror, her eyes wide with desire, and she can't help but touch her lips, remembering the almost-kiss they'd shared just moments before. Her body feels like it's on fire, the friction from their dance leaving her craving more.

With trembling hands, she adjusts her shirt, the fabric sticking to her skin from the sweat of their intense practice. She can feel the wetness between her legs, a traitorous giveaway of her arousal. She tries to ignore it, to tell herself it's just the dance, just the music, but the ache is too much. She sighs and moves to the stall, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

In the quiet of the bathroom, she leans against the cool metal, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She can still feel the heat of Jimin's body, the way his hands had moved over hers with such confidence. Her fingers trace the path they'd taken, and she closes her eyes, trying to focus on anything else—the smell of the studio, the sound of the air conditioning, the lyrics to their next song—but all she can think about is the way he'd looked at her.

Y/N slides her hand down her body. Her fingertips graze the sensitive area between her legs, and she has to bite back a moan. She's so turned on, it's all she can do not to collapse right there.

With shaking hands, she reaches up to the towel dispenser and pulls out a few sheets. She wets them under the cold tap water, the chill sending a shock through her system. She brings them down to her pussy, gently wiping away the evidence of her desire. The coolness is a stark contrast to the heat that Jimin had stirred within her, but it's a necessary step to regain her composure.

Y/N takes a deep breath and steels herself, willing her racing heart to slow. She can't let him see how much he affects her. This is a job, she reminds herself, a professional partnership. She takes another deep breath and smooths her hair back into place before exiting the stall.

As she opens the door, she's met with the sight of Jimin standing in the middle of the studio, shirtless and glistening with sweat. He's pouring water over his head, the droplets cascading down his chest and abs, highlighting every muscle and curve. She can't help but stare, her mouth going dry. He's so beautiful, so utterly mesmerizing that she forgets to breathe for a moment.

Y/N clears her throat, trying to play it cool. "Ready to continue," she quips, her voice steady despite the tremble in her hands. She strides back into the studio, forcing her gaze away from his bare torso and back to his eyes.

Jimin pulls his shirt back over his head, his eyes lingering on her for a beat longer than necessary before he turns away. "Let's end it for today and meet up with the guys in the BTS dorm to just hang out."

Y/N agrees, knowing she couldn't take any more contact with Jimin. In the BTS dorm, the atmosphere is relaxed and casual. The members are lounging around, playing games and watching movies, a stark contrast to the intense practice sessions.

As they settle into a game night, Y/N tries to focus on the board game, her hands fidgeting with the pieces, but she can't ignore the way her stomach turns. The room starts to spin, and she feels a wave of nausea wash over her. Her cheeks heat up as she excuses herself, rushing to the bathroom to splash cold water on her face.

When she returns, Jimin is there, his hand on her forehead. "Do you have a fever?" he asks, his voice filled with concern.

Y/N nods, feeling the heat radiating from her body. "Yeah," she says weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Without missing a beat, Jimin scoops her into his arms. "Let's get you to bed," he says, his voice filled with genuine concern. She can't help but notice the way his arms feel around her, strong and secure, as he carries her to his room.

He lays her down on the bed, the cool sheets a welcome relief against her flushed skin. Y/N tries to protest, not wanting to be a burden, but the room is spinning too much for her to argue. She feels his hand on her forehead, and she nods, unable to hide her fever from his gentle touch.

"I'll be right back," Jimin says, his voice filled with a gentle concern that sends a warmth through her that has nothing to do with her illness. He leaves the room, and she can hear his footsteps retreating down the hallway. She takes a moment to catch her breath, trying to ignore the racing of her heart.

When he returns, he's holding a bottle of medicine and a glass of warm water. He sits on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving hers as he hands her the medicine. "Here, take these," he instructs gently. "They should help with the fever."

Y/N takes the pills with a grateful nod, the warmth of his hand lingering on hers. She takes a sip of the water, the liquid soothing her dry throat. Jimin watches her with a soft smile, his thumb brushing her cheek to wipe away a bead of sweat.

"Thank you," she whispers, her eyes shining with genuine appreciation.

"It's nothing," he says. "We're all just looking out for each other."

Y/N nods, her eyes drooping with exhaustion. "I know," she murmurs, her body swaying slightly. "But it means a lot."

Without a word, Jimin slides into the bed beside her, his body curving around hers protectively. He gently lifts her head and rests it on his chest, his hand coming up to cradle her cheek. His warmth envelops her, and she sighs in relief as his fingers begin to massage her temples, the pressure just right to ease the pounding in her head.

"You'll get sick," she mumbles against his chest, her eyes fluttering closed.

Jimin chuckles softly, his hand never stopping its gentle ministrations. "It's okay, Y/N," he assures her, his voice a comforting rumble. "I'll be here if you need anything."

Y/N nods, feeling the heat of his body seep into her own. It's a strange feeling, one she's never experienced before. She nestles closer, his heartbeat a steady rhythm beneath her ear. She can feel the rise and fall of his chest with every breath he takes, and it's oddly soothing.

"Can you keep massaging my head? It feels good" she whispers.

Jimin nods, his hand never ceasing its gentle rhythm. "Of course," he says, his voice low and soothing.

Suddenly, a shout echoes from the main room. "Jimin! What's taking you guys so long?" It's Namjoon, his voice tinged with concern and curiosity.

Jimin sighs, his hand still gently rubbing circles on Y/N's forehead. He leans down, his warm breath tickling her ear. "Y/N, Namjoon's looking for me. I should go," he says softly.

Y/N nods sleepily, not wanting to admit how much she enjoys his touch. "Okay," she whispers, her eyes fluttering closed again.

Jimin hesitates for a moment, his gaze lingering on her flushed cheeks. With a gentle sigh, he stands up, his hand sliding away from her forehead. "Rest," he says, his voice barely above a murmur.

Y/N nods, her eyes still closed. "Thank you," she whispers, already drifting off to the sound of his retreating footsteps. She can feel the bed dip slightly as he leaves, and she sighs into the pillow, the warmth of his body still present in the air around her.

In the main room, the boys are in the middle of a heated game of Monopoly. The laughter and banter fill the air, a stark contrast to the quiet intimacy of Jimin's room. As Jimin enters, Namjoon asks where Y/N is, his eyes darting to the bedroom door. "She's okay," Jimin says, his voice calm. "Just needs some rest."

The other members look at him, understanding that Y/N and Jimin are especially close and care for each other very much.

"Let's keep the volume down, okay?" Jimin suggests, and the group nods in unison. They continue with their game night, while Y/N fights the fever in the safety of Jimin's bed.

Minutes later, the game wraps up faster than anyone anticipated. Jimin had been playing strategically, ensuring he'd lose so he could return to Y/N. He excuses himself, feigning a yawn, and heads back to his room, his steps quick and silent.

Y/N is lying in the darkness, pretending to sleep. She can feel the heat of his body as he slides back into bed beside her. He's careful not to jostle her, and for a moment, she holds her breath, unsure of his intentions. But as his hand finds its way back to her forehead, she relaxes into the mattress with a sigh.

The gentle rhythm of his massage is soothing, lulling her into a semi-conscious state where the lines between reality and fantasy blur. She can feel the tension in her body slowly seep away, replaced by a warm, comforting buzz that has her skin tingling. Her heart races at his touch, and she has to remind herself that it's just Jimin being kind, being a good host.

With a weak smile, she whispers, "Thank you."

"Hey, I thought you were asleep," Jimin whispers back, his voice a gentle rumble against her hair. "Sleep."

Y/N's eyes drift shut once more, and within moments, her breathing evens out into the soft, steady rhythm of sleep. Jimin watches her for a while, his heart swelling with a mix of emotions he can't quite name. She's so vulnerable, and in his arms, she seems so small and fragile. He traces the line of her jaw with his thumb, his eyes lingering on the flutter of her eyelashes as they rest against her cheeks.

Her skin is warm to the touch, flushed with the remnants of her fever. He can feel the heat of her breath against his chest, the gentle rise and fall of her body with each inhale and exhale. It's a heady sensation, one that has him holding her a little closer, his arms tightening around her. He's never felt like this before. There's something about Y/N that's gotten under his skin and into his bloodstream.

As the night stretches out, his thoughts begin to drift back to the dance rehearsal. The way their bodies had moved together, the heat between them almost tangible. With every grind, every touch, his body had responded, his cock thickening and straining against the fabric of his sweatpants. He'd tried to ignore it, to focus on the choreography, but it was impossible. Her curves, her grace, the way she'd looked at him with those dark eyes and tan skin—it was a heady combination that had him fighting to keep his composure.

Even now, lying in the quiet darkness, he can feel himself getting hard again. He shifts uncomfortably, trying to adjust his position without disturbing her. His hand lingers on her forehead, his thumb tracing gentle circles, and he can't help but think of the way she'd felt in his arms, her body pressed against his. And as much as he tries to push it aside, to remind himself of their professional boundaries, the desire is too strong.

With a sigh, he lets himself fall asleep with her in his arms. She feels so right there, nestled against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. Her breath is warm and even, a steady beat that matches the thud of his own heart. He closes his eyes, his hand still resting on her forehead, and lets the darkness claim him.

Morning light filters through the curtains, and Y/N is the first to wake up. She opens her eyes to find Jimin's arm draped over her, his breathing deep and even. She's surprised by how comfortable she is. Carefully, she extracts herself from his embrace, not wanting to wake him. She glances at the clock on the nightstand, her eyes widening at the time. It was already morning. The rest of BTS had left for their rehearsals. She changes into a loose t-shirt and shorts to be comfortable. Her fever was mostly gone.

Her stomach rumbles, a reminder of her empty state. She decides to sneak to the kitchen to grab something to eat.

Y/N pads quietly through the hallway, the house eerily calm without the usual chaos of seven boys. She enters the kitchen, the coolness of the marble countertops a stark contrast to the warmth of Jimin's embrace. As she opens the fridge, the light illuminates her face, casting a soft glow on her features. Her stomach growls again, louder this time, and she grabs a banana and a carton of yogurt. While she is eating, she sees Jimin come out of the room, hair a mess yet he still looks perfect.

"Good morning," she says softly, hoping not to startle him.

Jimin's eyes widen in surprise, and he clears his throat. "Morning," he murmurs, his voice low and raspy from sleep. He runs a hand through his hair, the messy strands falling back into place as if by magic. He walks up to Y/N, leaning on the counter at which she is eating.

"How's the fever?" he asks, his voice a gentle rumble that sends a shiver down Y/N's spine. She nods, taking a bite of her banana.

"It's gone," she says, her voice still a little hoarse from sleep. "Thank you for taking care of me."

Jimin nods, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he grabs her banana and takes a bite. "It's nothing," he says.

Y/N smiles, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at his casual gesture. They stand in the quiet kitchen until she breaks the silence. "I should go back to my dorm," she says, her voice a little too loud.

Jimin nods, his expression unreadable. "Yeah, we've got rehearsals to get to," he says, taking a step back.

Y/N nods, trying to ignore the disappointment that fills her at the thought of leaving the comfort of his presence. She takes a deep breath and heads to the door, her hand on the knob. "Thank you again," she says, her voice a little too loud in the stillness.

Jimin's eyes follow her as she moves, the light catching the curves of her body in a way that makes his breath hitch. "You don't have to thank me," he says, his voice a low murmur. "You're important to me."

"You are important to me, too."

The words hang in the air between them, thick with meaning. Y/N's hand lingers on the doorknob before she exits the dorm.

At the rehearsal studio, Y/N's mind is elsewhere as she goes through the motions of a BTS dance routine. Her thoughts are consumed by Jimin's tender care and the way his eyes had searched hers.

As she prepares to leave, Jungkook approaches her with a new proposal. "Hey, Y/N," he says, his voice filled with excitement. "I've been working on some new choreography for my solo, and I think you'd be perfect for it. It's a bit more high-energy than what you're doing with Jimin."

Y/N's eyes widen in surprise. "Really?" she asks, her heart racing at the prospect of working closely with another member of the group. She had been consumed by thoughts of Jimin and rehearsing with him. "What's the routine like?"

"It's going to be explosive," Jungkook says with a grin. "Lots of acrobatics, flips, and high-energy moves."

Y/N nods, trying to keep her cool. "I'm up for the challenge," she says, her heart racing with excitement. "But I've never done flips before."

Jungkook laughs, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Don't worry, I'll teach you," he says, his confidence infectious. "We'll start slow and build up to it. By the way, J-hope is also part of the dance."

Y/N agrees, "Okay, let's do it."

Jungkook says, "To manage 2 performances, you'll have rehearsals with Jimin from 5pm to 9pm and rehearse with me and J-hope from 1pm to 5pm. That gives you the mornings to practice and rest."

Y/N nods, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety. "Thank you, Jungkook. I won't let you down."

"I know you won't," he says, giving her a playful nudge. "Now, let's get to work. It's 1pm."

Y/N nods, excitement bubbling up inside her. She follows Jungkook into the rehearsal room, her eyes scanning the space for J-hope. He's already there, his intense gaze locked on the mirror as he practices some moves. She greets the bubbly dancer with a playful side hug.

J-hope says, "Hey Y/N! I can't wait for you to learn this choreography. We'll start by learning a backflip."

Y/N's heart drops to her stomach. She had always envied those who could perform such acrobatic feats, but she had never had the guts to try it herself. She nods, trying to keep the panic out of her voice. "Sure, let's go for it."

J-hope sees her fear and smiles reassuringly. "Don't worry, we'll start with a simple backflip onto the mat," he says, pointing to the large crash pad in the corner. "It's all about trusting your body and your instincts."

Y/N takes a deep breath and nods, stepping onto the mat with determination. Jungkook stands by her side, offering words of encouragement while J-hope demonstrates the move. The music starts, and Y/N watches as J-hope flips effortlessly through the air, landing perfectly. She tries to mimic his movements, but fails.

"Let's take it slower," J-hope suggests. "We'll start with the basics."

Y/N nods, her resolve unwavering. They spend the next few hours breaking down the backflip into smaller movements, building up her confidence and strength. Each time she tries, she feels the muscles in her legs and core strain, but she pushes through, driven by the desire to prove herself to them. By the end of the session, she's managed a few wobbly flips with their support.

As the clock ticks closer to 5pm, she takes a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for her session with Jimin. She knows that the sensual dance they've been working on is going to be even more challenging, especially given her tiredness from doing the flips. She gathers her things and heads back to the main rehearsal room, where Jimin is already waiting, his eyes locked on her as she enters.

"How was rehearsal with Jungkook and J-hope?"

Y/N smiles at Jimin, trying to play it cool despite the adrenaline still pumping through her from the intense practice. "It was good. I learned a lot, especially about backflips," she says.

Jimin's eyes widen. "Really? Show me what you've got."

Y/N blushes, the memory of the struggle from her earlier flip attempt still fresh. She takes a deep breath and nods, stepping into the center of the room. Jungkook and J-hope had shown her some of the basics, but she hadn't quite nailed it yet. She runs at the mat, her legs pushing off the ground, and with a grunt, she attempts a backflip. She lands awkwardly, her legs buckling under her and falling on her butt painfully.

Jimin laughs, the sound light and genuine, as he rushes over to help her up. "Don't worry, you're getting there," he says, his grip firm but gentle as he pulls her to her feet.

Y/N brushes off her shorts, her cheeks still flushed from the embarrassment. "Yeah, I just need more practice," she mumbles, avoiding his gaze.

Jimin's laughter fades as he looks at her seriously. "You're doing great, really," he reassures her, his hand lingering on her arm. "You're pushing yourself harder than anyone I've ever seen."

Y/N nods, her heart racing as she feels his touch. She looks up at him, her eyes searching his. "Thanks, Jimin. I don't want to let you guys down."

Jimin's smile softens, his thumb brushing against the inside of her wrist. "You won't," he says, his voice a warm caress. "Now, let's get back to our routine."

They spend the next few hours working on the dance, their bodies moving in perfect sync, the chemistry between them more palpable than ever. Every touch, every look feels charged with an electric current that makes it hard for Y/N to focus. She tries to keep her thoughts on the choreography, but her mind keeps wandering to his touch, the feeling of him being so close.

As the hours wear on, Y/N feels a familiar heat building between her legs. She's so wet that it's becoming uncomfortable, her pussy throbbing with each move she makes. She tries to ignore it, but it's like trying to ignore a siren's call. Finally, she can't take it anymore. "I'm sorry, I need to go to the bathroom," she says, her voice a little too high.

Jimin frowns in concern, his hand reaching out to feel her forehead. "Are you okay? You don't have a fever again, do you?"

"No, no, I'm fine," she stammers, trying to regain her composure. "I just—I just need to go to the bathroom."

Jimin's hands gently massage her temples and he whispers, "You're okay," his voice a soothing balm that does nothing to quell the storm of desire that has been brewing within her. As he massages her head and looks at her worriedly, Y/N can't hold back a soft, involuntary moan that escapes her lips, echoing through the studio.

Heat floods Y/N's cheeks as she stammers an apology and covers her face. "I'm so sorry," she says, her voice trembling. "That was so inappropriate, I don't know what came over me. I'm going to go to the bathroom now."

Jimin's grip on her tightens briefly before he releases her. "Okay, Y/N," he says, his voice gentle. "Take your time."

In the bathroom, Y/N splashes cold water on her face, trying to douse the fire burning within her. She can't believe what just happened. She's supposed to be a professional dancer, not some hormone-crazed fan girl. But every time Jimin looks at her, every time their bodies come together, it's like she's lost in a tornado of desire that she can't escape.

Y/N takes a deep breath and looks in the mirror. Her eyes are dilated, her cheeks flushed. She reached under her panties and massages her pussy, trying to ease the ache that won't go away. She softly moans Jimin's name as she plays with herself, imagining his hands on her, his lips against hers. But she quickly snaps out of it, feeling guilty and embarrassed. She slaps her cheeks lightly to bring herself back to reality. She returns to the rehearsal studio.

"Are you okay?" Jimin asks, his voice low and concerned.

Y/N nods, trying to compose herself. "Yeah, I'm fine," she says, her voice shaky.

Jimin steps closer, his eyes searching hers. "You don't look fine," he says, his voice gentle. "What's going on?"

Y/N swallows hard, her heart hammering in her chest. She can't tell him the truth—that she's falling for him, that every time they dance together, she wants nothing more than to rip his clothes off and feel him inside her. Instead, she forces a smile and shakes her head. "Just nerves. Let's continue rehearsal. I'm sorry for wasting time and being inappropriate."

Jimin's expression softens, and he reaches out to brush a strand of hair from her face. "You're not wasting any time, Y/N," he whispers, his thumb lingering on her cheek. "And as for the moan…it's only natural."

Y/N's breath hitches at his admission. The air between them crackles with unspoken tension as their gazes lock, the heat between them growing more intense with every passing second. "But I disrespected your boundaries and you have every right to be upset," she says, her voice barely above a breath.

Jimin's hand trails down from her cheek to her neck, his thumb stroking the pulse point gently. "You haven't disrespected anyone. I'm not upset," he murmurs, his eyes darkening.

Y/N's breath catches in her throat as she stares at him. She can feel his breath on her face, his scent intoxicating her, making her want to lean in closer. But she resists, aware of the professional line they're tiptoeing. "We should get back to work," she says.

Jimin nods, his hand dropping to his side. "You're right," he says.

They return to the dance, but the energy has shifted. The moves are more intense, the eye contact more lingering. Every brush of their bodies sends sparks flying, setting her skin alight with want. It's as if a switch has been flipped, and all the pent-up tension between them is now a live wire, humming with electricity.

As the music reaches a crescendo, their dance culminates in a move where Jimin dips her low, his hand resting on the small of her back, his body mere inches from hers. She feels his warm breath on her neck, his heart beating in time with hers.

Y/N pulls away, the intensity of the moment leaving her breathless again. She needs another break, another moment to regain her composure. "Jimin, I'm sorry, but I need to use the bathroom again," she says, her voice shaky.

Jimin nods, his eyes never leaving hers. "Take all the time you need," he murmurs.

Y/N practically runs to the bathroom, her heart racing and her pussy aching. She locks the stall and sits on the toilet, her hand immediately going to her throbbing clit. She's so wet she can feel it seeping through her shorts, a testament to how much their dance had affected her. She takes a shaky breath and reaches into her bag for a pack of wet wipes, cleaning herself up as best as she can. She's torn between the thrill of their shared attraction and the fear of what it could mean for their professional relationship. She needed to keep her sexual desires in check but her pussy wasn't cooperating.

Y/N exits the bathroom, trying to compose herself, and heads back to the BTS room since it was past 9pm and rehearsal was over. The other members are lounging around, some playing video games, others scrolling through their phones. They look up as she enters, and she can feel their eyes on her. She tries to play it cool, hoping none of them can see through the facade. She takes a seat next to Jungkook, who flashes her a grin. "How was your rehearsal with Jimin? He's already here, in the kitchen." he says.

Her heart skips a beat at the mention of Jimin's name. She forces a smile. "It was good," she says, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Ready for the official performance recording tomorrow morning?" Namjoon asks Y/N.

Y/N nods, her heart racing. She's been rehearsing the routine with Jimin for months now, and she's ready.

"Yeah, I think I am," she says.

Jimin emerges from the kitchen, holding a bottle of water, his eyes finding hers immediately. The tension between them is so thick, it's almost tangible. He walks over to her, his movements fluid and graceful, like a panther stalking its prey. "You okay?" he asks, his gaze searching hers.

Y/N nods, taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart. "Yeah, I just needed a moment," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin nods, understanding in his eyes. He sits right next to Y/N on the couch, and before she knows it, she's leaning into him, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. The warmth of his embrace seeps into her, easing the tension that's been building all day. The other members of BTS look up from their various activities, sensing the shift in the room's dynamics but not saying anything. They know that Jimin and Y/N have been growing closer, and they respect their friendship.

They all decide to watch a romantic comedy, the mood in the room lightening as they settle in for a good laugh and a heartwarming love story. The film plays out on the large flat-screen TV, the vibrant colors and catchy songs filling the air. Y/N feels a sense of comfort as Jimin's arm drapes around her shoulder, his hand resting gently on her upper arm. She tries to focus on the movie, but her mind keeps drifting back to the way their bodies fit together so perfectly.

Jungkook, his eyes glued to the screen as the heroine delivers a monologue. "Wow, she's so pretty," he says, his voice filled with admiration.

Jimin's voice cuts through the air. "She is," he agrees, but then his gaze shifts to Y/N. "But Y/N is much prettier."

The rest of the group lets out soft chuckles. Y/N feels the heat from his hand spread through her body, and she has to fight the urge to lean into his touch more. She's aware of the others watching them, so she plays it cool, turning to smile at Jimin. "Thanks," she whispers.

When the moment arrives and the couple in the movie finally declares their love for one another, sharing a passionate kiss, Y/N feels Jimin's grip on her tighten. His thumbs trace slow circles on her palms, his eyes never leaving the TV.

Jimin leans in, his breath warm against her ear as he whispers, "Y/N, about tomorrow…" His voice is low and filled with anticipation. She can feel the tension in his body as he awaits her response.

Y/N turns her head slightly to look at him, her heart racing. She knows what he's referring to—the official performance that they've been working on tirelessly. "What about it?" she asks, her voice a mere whisper, matching the intensity of the moment.

Jimin takes a deep breath, his gaze flicking to her lips before returning to her eyes. "You'll do amazing."

Y/N nods, her throat dry. "Thank you," she whispers, the heat between them growing more intense with every shared look.

One by one, the other members start to doze off. Y/N feels the weight of Jimin's head on her shoulder, his breath steady and comforting against her neck. Her own eyes start to feel heavy, and she shifts slightly, her body fitting even closer to his.

Before she knows it, she's asleep, her cheek pressed to his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. She's lost in a dream of their dance routine, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Y/N and Jimin fall asleep, but the rest of the members were only pretending. They start talking in whispers.

"I've never seen Jimin like this before," Yoongi says, his eyes on the sleeping pair. "They're so connected."

"It's definitely going to affect their performance," Namjoon adds, his gaze thoughtful. "But in a good way, I think."

"I hope so," J-hope says, glancing over at them. "But we can't ignore the fact that they're almost crossing a line. What if it messes with the group dynamics?"

Jin nods, stroking his chin. "It's a risk, but if they can keep it professional, it might just make their performance even more powerful."

"They're both adults," Taehyung whispers, his gaze soft as he watches them. "If they can handle it, we should support them."

Jungkook nods in agreement, "They're not just dancing together, they're performing a love story," he points out. "It's bound to affect them."

The next morning, Jimin is the first to stir, the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. He carefully moves his head from Y/N's shoulder, his eyes scanning the room to ensure they're still alone. The rest of the members are sprawled out, lost in their own dreams. He takes a moment to just watch her, stroking her hair gently. Her features are soft and peaceful in sleep, and he can't help but feel a deep sense of protectiveness wash over him.

He examines her face, noticing the way her eyelashes flutter slightly with every breath she takes, the way her lips part slightly when she inhales. He traces the line of her jaw with his thumb, feeling the steady pulse of her heartbeat beneath his fingertips. It's in this quiet, unguarded moment that he realizes how much she means to him. The attraction had always been there, a simmering undercurrent to their dance routines and stolen glances, but now it's a full-blown storm threatening to overtake him.

With a sigh, Jimin tells himself that it's just the performance pressure. Once the solo is over, he will feel like friends again. It's the nature of the job—intimate moments shared under the spotlight that feel like something more but are really just a part of the show.

But as Y/N's eyes flutter open and she looks up at him, the tender way she smiles makes his heart stutter. She stretches, her body arching slightly, and the sight of her breasts pressing against her top sends a jolt of lust through him. He quickly looks away, clearing his throat to cover his reaction.

Y/N sits up, rubbing her eyes, and Jimin can't help but notice the way her shirt rides up, revealing her flat stomach and the hint of her toned abs. She's beautiful, and the fact that she's real, not just a figment of his imagination or a fleeting encounter, makes it all the more real.

"What time is it?" she asks sleepily, her voice still thick with sleep.

Jimin checks his watch. "Almost 6 AM. We need to get ready for the recording."

Y/N nods, her heart racing as she stands up and stretches. She's not aware of the way Jimin's gaze lingers on her body, his thoughts a whirlwind of desire and doubt. They both know that today's performance will be pivotal for their careers and their relationship.

The stylist for the group, a meticulous woman, comes in to give them their final instructions. "Y/N," she says, her voice clipped and professional, "you'll be wearing a tight purple sports bra and black yoga shorts for the performance today." She holds up the outfit, the fabric clinging to her hands like a second skin.

Y/N's eyes widen slightly, but she nods, swallowing the lump in her throat. She's aware of the sensual visuals the outfit will create, but she's a professional. She knows that the performance is what truly counts. "Okay," she says, her voice steady.

The stylist hands her the outfit, and she heads to the changing room, her heart racing. She pulls on the yoga shorts, feeling the fabric hug her curves, and slips the sports bra over her head. The material is so thin and tight that it feels like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. She looks at herself in the mirror, her tan skin glowing under the harsh lights, and takes a deep breath. This is it.

When she emerges from the changing room, she finds Jimin dressed in his performance attire. The transparent turtleneck clings to his muscular chest, showcasing some tattoos that snake down his arms and the sharp lines of his abs. His leather pants are tight, hugging his ass and thick thighs in a way that makes her mouth water. She tries to ignore the way her pussy clenches at the sight of him.

He turns to her, his eyes sweeping over her body, and she feels a shiver run down her spine. The way he looks at her makes her feel like she's the only woman in the world, like every inch of her is perfect and beautiful. But she knows that the outfit is a calculated move for the performance—to maximize the sensual visuals. She takes a deep breath and reminds herself of their professional bond. "Ready for the last time, Jimin?"

He nods, his eyes still on her. "More than ever," he says, his voice low and husky. "You look amazing."

Y/N's cheeks heat up at his compliment, and she looks away, focusing on her own reflection. She can't let his words affect her, not now. "Thank you," she says, her voice barely above a murmur. "So do you."

Their final performance is electric. The chemistry between them is off the charts, their movements so in sync it's like they're sharing the same breath. The group watches, their eyes glued to the passion unfolding before them. They've seen Jimin with many dancers before, but there's something different about Y/N, something that makes the air thick with anticipation.

The tension builds as they run through the routine, their bodies brushing, their eyes locking in a silent conversation that speaks volumes. Every dip and twirl feels like a promise, every touch a silent confession. When they reach the part where their dance culminates in a steamy embrace, the energy in the room is almost tangible.

Y/N's heart is racing as Jimin's hands slide around her waist, pulling her closer. Their eyes meet, and for a moment, it feels like the world stops spinning. His gaze is intense, full of want and need. Her own desire mirrors his, and she knows that she's playing with fire. But the flames are too tempting, too alluring to resist.

The music reaches a crescendo, and they perform the final dip, their bodies so close that she can feel the heat radiating from him. As they come up, Jimin's hand lingers on her waist, his thumb brushing against the sensitive skin of her lower back. She gasps, the sensation shooting straight to her core. The group watches, their eyes wide, as the dance ends on a powerful note, the chemistry between them leaving no room for doubt.

The silence in the room is deafening until it's broken by the sound of clapping. The members of BTS stand up, applauding the raw passion and skill displayed in their dance. Y/N's cheeks burn as she bows slightly, her eyes finding Jimin's. He smiles at her, the proud look in his eyes making her heart swell. They've done it—they've created something truly special together.

"That was incredible," Jungkook says, his eyes shining with excitement. "I've never seen you dance like that, Jimin."

Jimin's grip on Y/N's waist tightens for a brief moment before he lets go. "We make a good team," he says, his voice casual, though his eyes betray his true feelings.

Y/N nods, trying to keep her breathing even. "We do," she agrees, her heart racing.

The director claps his hands to get everyone's attention. "Alright, let's take a look at what we've got," he says, his voice gruff. The group gathers around a nearby monitor, their eyes glued to the screen as the playback begins.

Y/N feels a flutter in her stomach as she watches their performance. Every move, every touch, every passionate look feels amplified, as if the camera had captured not just their dance, but their very souls.

The director nods, his stern face unreadable. "Good work," he says, his voice gruff. "Disperse."

The group starts to break up, the members heading to their designated areas for rehearsals.

Y/N finds herself in rehearsal with Jungkook and J-hope, working tirelessly on the acrobatic routine. The hours fly by as they practice flips and lifts, their bodies moving in synchrony despite their different styles. She misses the comfort of Jimin's touch, the way their chemistry made even the most complicated routines feel effortless. But she knows that maintaining a professional distance is what's best for both of them.

During dinner, she forces a smile, making small talk with the other members. She laughs at Jin's jokes, nods in agreement with Namjoon's insights on music, and teases Yoongi about his love for cooking. But every time Jimin enters the room, her heart skips a beat. She catches his eyes on her, filled with a warmth that makes her want to melt into him. The effort of pretending is exhausting, but she's determined to keep the peace.

Later, during a card game, she sits at the opposite end of the table from Jimin, her body rigid with tension. The air crackles with unspoken words, and she can feel his gaze on her like a warm caress, even when she's not looking at him. She throws down a card with more force than necessary, trying to shake off the feeling.

"Guys," Jimin says, his voice cutting through the light-hearted banter, "I need to talk about something."

The room goes quiet, and everyone looks at him, sensing the seriousness in his tone. Y/N grows concerned, worried that Jimin wasn't feeling well or was stressed about something.

"I was watching the news the other day, and I came across a segment that was about me and one of my older albums. The commentators made some bad comments about my voice and dancing," Jimin says, his voice tight with frustration. "And they said I was the type of guy who looked like a heartless fuckboy. Online it says similar things about me. It hurts."

Y/N looks at him, her eyes widening slightly. The other members exchange glances, unsure of what to say. Jimin rarely opens up about his personal feelings, especially when it comes to his reputation.

"You're not heartless, Jimin," she says, her voice firm. "You're a good person."

Jimin looks at her, his eyes searching hers. "Thank you, Y/N," he says, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. "But sometimes I wonder if all people see is a lie."

Y/N nods in understanding, her mind racing with an idea. She's had enough of the way people perceive Jimin. She knows the real him—kind, caring, and talented beyond measure. Without saying a word to anyone, she decides to take matters into her own hands. That night, she creates a fanpage for Jimin on Instagram, filled with adorable behind-the-scenes moments and sweet anecdotes about his personality. She pours her heart into each post, showcasing his playfulness, his dedication to his craft, and the gentle way he treats those around him.

The response is overwhelming. The account grows by thousands each day, and soon it's not just fans praising Jimin, but also industry insiders and even former partners coming forward to share their positive experiences with him. The hashtag #respectthemochi starts to trend, and the narrative shifts. His reputation seems to be changing before their very eyes, and the group notices. They start to see a softer side of him that they hadn't before, and the air around him feels lighter, less charged with the weight of his past.

But Y/N keeps her role a secret, watching from the sidelines as the person she's come to care about starts to shine brighter than ever. She pours her heart into each post, crafting captions that highlight his quirks and the sweet moments they share. It's a cathartic experience for her, a way to channel her feelings without crossing the line they've drawn.

Days pass and the buzz around Jimin's new image grows. He's surprised to find himself the subject of positive articles, praising his growth and maturity. The comments section of his own social media accounts are no longer a minefield of spite, but a place where fans gush over his kindness and charm. He can't quite put his finger on when things changed, but he knows something is different.

One evening, after a particularly grueling rehearsal, Jimin retreats to the BTS dorm room. He finds Y/N's phone there, thinking she must have left it. He grabs it to return it to her, and sees instagram opened up to his famous fanpage that altered his reputation for the better. His heart skips a beat, and he realizes that the change in his public perception is tied to her. He knows it in his bones.

Mustering all the courage he can, Jimin heads to Y/N's small personal dorm room, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest. He takes a moment to compose himself, then gently knocks on the door. It opens slowly, revealing Y/N sitting at her desk, surrounded by fairy lights and the faint scent of her jasmine-scented candles. She looks up, surprised to see him.

"Jimin, what's up?" she asks, her voice filled with curiosity. She's wearing a loose T-shirt and shorts, her hair tied up in a messy bun. She's makeup-free, and she looks more beautiful than ever.

He takes a step inside, his eyes scanning the room. It's small and simple, but it's her sanctuary. Her laptop is open on the desk, the glow of the screen casting a soft light across her features. "I just wanted to say...I know."

Y/N's hands freeze on her keyboard. "Know what?" she asks, playing dumb. But she knows. She can see it in his eyes—the realization, the gratitude, the vulnerability.

Jimin takes a deep breath. "I know you're behind the fanpage," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "The way you see me, the way you show everyone else… it's changing things for me."

Y/N's cheeks flush, and she looks down at her hands. "I just wanted to show the real you," she admits, her voice trembling slightly. "You deserve to be seen for who you truly are."

Jimin walks over to her, his steps deliberate and sure. He stops behind her chair, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Thank you," he whispers, his breath warm against her neck. "You have no idea what this means to me."

Y/N's heart hammers in her chest as she feels his fingers gently kneading the tension from her muscles. "You're welcome," she murmurs, trying to ignore the shiver that runs down her spine. "You're an amazing person, Jimin. It's about time everyone else sees it too."

Jimin's thumbs trace circles on her back, his touch featherlight yet firm. She leans into the massage, her eyes closing as she sighs with relief. His touch is comforting, grounding her in a way she didn't know she needed. It's a stark contrast to the electric chemistry that fuels their dance routines, but no less potent. She feels his warmth seep into her, soothing the ragged edges of her nerves.

"You're so tense," he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. "You need to relax."

Y/N nods, her eyes still closed. Jimin's touch is like a balm, easing the tension that's been building in her shoulders and neck for months. She can feel his thumbs digging in, working out the knots that have formed from hours of rehearsals and the weight of their unspoken feelings. His hands are strong and skilled, a testament to his years of dance training.

"Thank you," she admits, her voice a little shakier than she'd like. "This is exactly what I need."

Jimin leans down, his chin resting on her shoulder as he continues to massage her. "You've been working so hard," he murmurs, his voice filled with concern. "You deserve to relax."

Y/N nods, her eyes still closed. She's acutely aware of the proximity of their bodies, the way their breath mingles in the quiet of her room. The line between friendship and something more is blurring, and she can feel the pull of it like gravity. "You're not so bad at this," she says, a small smile playing on her lips.

"I have my talents," Jimin replies, his voice teasing. His thumbs make their way up to her ears, gently massaging the tension there. She gasps at the sensation, her eyes flying open. The way he's looking at her is anything but professional, his gaze intense and hungry.

"Jimin…" she starts, but he shakes his head, cutting her off.

"Stop," he says, his voice thick with emotion. "Just let me help you."

Y/N's eyes flutter shut again, her body responding to the gentle ministrations of his hands. She can't help but lean into his touch, her resolve to keep things professional slipping away like grains of sand in an hourglass. The moment feels too real, too intimate to deny.

Suddenly, the air in the room changes, the tension ratcheting up as Jimin's thumbs stop their circular motions and instead trace the line of her jaw, moving up to cradle her face. He leans in, his breath hot on her skin, and for a heart-stopping moment, she's sure he's going to kiss her.

"What are you doing?" she whispers, her voice trembling.

Jimin's eyes search hers, his expression a mix of desire and hesitation. "What we both want," he murmurs, his breath warm against her lips.

In a heartbeat, Jimin's lips are on hers. It's a gentle kiss, a question more than a declaration, but it sends a bolt of lightning straight through her body. She gasps, her hands rising to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her fingertips.

The kiss deepens, and she feels the world around them melt away. His hands move from her neck to her hair, cradling her head as he kisses her with a passion that leaves her breathless. Her own hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders, and around his neck, pulling him closer as if she's afraid he might disappear. The fabric of their clothes is the only barrier between them, and it feels like too much.

Y/N's body responds to him, her breasts pushing against his chest, her hips shifting in her seat as she tries to get closer. Jimin groans softly, his hands moving to the hem of her shirt. He lifts it slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, as if asking for permission with every inch of exposed skin. She nods, her breath coming in shallow pants, and he pulls it over her head, revealing the bra she's wearing underneath. In an instant, that's gone, too.

He takes a step back, his eyes roaming over her body; it's the first time he's ever seen her so exposed. He reaches out, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of her shorts, and pulls them down with agonizing slowness. Her panties follow, leaving her naked before him.

Jimin's eyes darken as he takes in the sight of her. He reaches out, tracing the line of her thighs before moving up to cup her ass. "You're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

Y/N's body responds to his touch, her core pulsing with need. She can feel herself growing wetter by the second, her arousal soaking through the fabric of her underwear. She bites her bottom lip, trying to hold back a moan. "Jimin…"

He pulls her closer, his own breathing ragged. His thumbs graze the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, and she gasps as he traces the wetness of her desire. "You're so wet, fuck," he whispers, his voice filled with awe. "Don't hold back. Moan for me, baby."

Y/N's eyes roll back in her head as she lets out a low, needy sound. She's soaking wet, her body begging for his touch. She feels the heat of his skin against hers, the warmth of his breath against her neck as he kisses and nibbles his way down her body. His hands are everywhere, exploring her curves with a hunger that matches her own.

When she feels his knees press into the floor before her, she opens her eyes to find him kneeling between her legs, his gaze dark and intense. She can feel the wetness of her arousal against her inner thighs, and she knows that he can see it too. She feels exposed, vulnerable, but she can't bring herself to be embarrassed. Not with the way he's looking at her.

Jimin's eyes never leave her pussy as he leans in closer, his breath hot and heavy against her skin. "Open for me," he whispers, his voice low and commanding.

Her hands move to her thighs, her fingers gripping the soft flesh as she does as she's told. With a gentle yet firm hand, she spreads the lips of her pussy apart, and she feels a rush of cold air against her wetness. She gasps, her body quivering with anticipation.

Jimin's tongue presses down in a firm line along her slit, and she can't help but let out a scream of pleasure. She feels his tongue swirl around her clit, teasing it mercilessly before plunging deep into her warmth. Her body clenches around him, desperate for more, and she can't help but squirm in her seat.

"Open wider," he commands, his voice a low growl. She does as she's told, her legs trembling as she opens herself wider for him, her fingers pushing her folds apart even further. His tongue flattens, moving in a slow, deliberate motion that sends waves of pleasure crashing through her body. He's in complete control, and she's lost in the sensation of his mouth on her.

Y/N's eyes are squeezed shut, her other hand's nails digging into the chair's armrests as Jimin's tongue delves deeper into her folds. He's relentless, exploring every inch of her with a hunger that leaves her gasping for breath. "Jimin," she screams, her voice high and needy. She can feel her orgasm building, coiling tight in her belly.

But just as she's about to reach the peak, he pulls back, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "If you want to cum," he says, his voice a dark purr, "you're going to have to use both of your hands and really hold that pussy wide open for me, baby"

Y/N's eyes fly open, and she stares at him, panting. She's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but she also feels a thrill of excitement. She nods, her hands shaking as she spreads her legs wider, her fingers separating her pussy lips for him even more than before, pain and pleasure mixing. Jimin's eyes are hooded, his gaze locked on her exposed flesh.

"Look at you," he says, his voice hoarse. "So pretty, so pink and swollen." He licks his lips, and she can see the hunger in his eyes. "So fucking wet."

Y/N's cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as Jimin describes her in such explicit terms. "Please," she begs, her voice shaking. "Touch me. I need you."

"That's right, beg," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

Y/N's eyes never leave his as she feels her body respond to his words, her hips bucking. She's never felt so exposed, so raw, and yet she craves more. Jimin's eyes are like dark pools, drinking in the sight of her. She can feel his breath on her thighs, and the anticipation is almost too much to bear.

"Please," she gasps, her voice barely recognizable. "Jimin, touch me."

The sight of Y/N's open pussy, glistening with her arousal, is almost too much for Jimin to bear. He watches as a bead of her juices rolls down her thigh, her body quivering with need. He's torn between his desire to be gentle and the primal urge to claim her completely. His eyes trace the path of the liquid, his mouth watering as he imagines tasting her sweetness again.

"Jimin," she screams, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. Her fingers tremble as they struggle to keep open her throbbing pussy, waiting for Jimin's touch. "Touch me. Please."

But Jimin doesn't move. He just watches, his eyes hooded and intense, as the juices spill out from her, coating her thighs and making her chair wet. "My baby's so fucking wet," he whispers.

Y/N's eyes widen with desperation, her hips bucking as she tries to close the distance between them. "Fuck," she gasps, her voice thick with need. "Please, Jimin."

"What do you want, baby?" he asks, his voice a dark purr.

Y/N's eyes are wild, her breath coming in ragged pants as she stares at him. "Your mouth," she gasps. "I need your mouth on me."

Jimin watches the slickness of her arousal trickle down her inner thighs. He licks his lips, savoring the anticipation, before finally giving in to the urge. His mouth closes over her pussy, his tongue delving into her wetness without hesitation. The sound of his suction fills the room, and Y/N's scream is a sweet symphony of pleasure, "Jimin!"

Y/N's body arches off the chair, her legs trembling uncontrollably as Jimin devours her. His mouth is relentless, sucking and licking with an intensity that leaves her gasping for air. Her hand clutches the back of his head, holding him in place as she rides the wave of sensation. She can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in her belly, the pressure building until she's sure she'll burst.

With a final, desperate cry, Y/N's orgasm crashes over her, and she collapses against the chair, her legs shaking. Jimin doesn't stop, his tongue lapping at her sensitive flesh, savoring every drop of her pleasure. He drinks from her like she's the sweetest nectar, his eyes never leaving hers as he licks and kisses her clean, "You're so sweet, baby." Her body quivers with the aftershocks, and she can't help but whimper as the last of her orgasm subsides.

Jimin stands, his eyes never leaving hers as he pulls her to her feet. He wraps his arms around her, lifting her easily, and carries her to the small bed in the corner of the room. He sits down, gently placing her in his lap. She curls into him, her body boneless with satisfaction. His chest is warm and solid against her cheek, and she feels his heart pounding in time with hers. He holds her close, his breathing still a little ragged from his own desire.

"That was fun, baby." Jimin said soothingly.

Y/N nodded, her breathing still uneven from the intense orgasm. His heartbeat was a comforting rhythm beneath her ear, and she couldn't help but let out a small sigh of contentment. But the moment was short-lived as the reality of their situation came crashing back down on her. "What now?' she asked, her voice small and uncertain.

Jimin kissed the top of her head, his hands stroking her back in a soothing motion. "We'll figure it out," he assured her.

Y/N nodded, her eyes fluttering closed as she allowed herself to sink into the warmth of his embrace. The feeling of his arms around her was like nothing she had ever experienced before, and she didn't want it to end.

They stayed like that overnight, their bodies entwined in a silent promise of what was to come. The air was thick with the scent of their desire, mingling with the faint smell of their sweat from the day's rehearsals. The gentle rise and fall of Jimin's chest was soothing, lulling Y/N into a fitful sleep filled with dreams of their future together.

The next morning, Y/N untangled herself from Jimin's embrace with a soft sigh, the reality of their situation settling back into place like a heavy cloak. She slipped out of bed, her legs still trembling from the intensity of their encounter. The sun had barely risen, casting a soft glow over the city of Seoul, but she knew she had to face the day and the rehearsal that awaited her.

Pulling on her workout gear, she made her way to the practice studio where she was scheduled to work on her flips with Jungkook and J-Hope. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but she forced herself to focus on the task at hand. The sound of their voices and the thump of the bass from the speakers grew louder as she approached. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself before walking in.

"Good morning, Y/N," Jungkook greeted her with a bright smile, his eyes twinkling with mischief. J-Hope nodded in her direction. She returned their greetings, trying to keep her voice steady.

They began the session with simple stretches, but it wasn't long before they moved on to the cartwheels. Y/N had always struggled with them, her body not quite as limber as the other dancers'. She watched as Jungkook and J-Hope performed them with ease, their bodies moving in a graceful arc. Determined to impress, she pushed herself harder than ever before.

Y/N's feet left the floor, and for a brief moment, she felt like she was flying. But then, reality came crashing down as she stumbled and landed awkwardly, her arm snapping under the weight of her body. The pain was instant and blinding, a white-hot agony that brought tears to her eyes. She cradled her arm, a sickening crack echoing in her ears.

Jungkook and J-Hope rushed over, their expressions a mix of concern and shock. "Y/N, are you okay?" Jungkook asked, his voice filled with worry. She could only whimper in response, her teeth clenched against the pain.

J-Hope helped her up gently, his eyes filled with empathy. "Come on," he said, his arm around her shoulders. "Let's get you to the nursing station."

Y/N nodded, her face pale with pain. She was acutely aware of the eyes of the other dancers on her, the whispers that had started to spread through the room. As they walked, she couldn't help but feel a sense of failure. She had let herself get carried away by the passion of the moment, and now she had paid the price.

When they reached the nursing station, the nurse took one look at her arm and gently guided her to the exam table. "We need to get this looked at," she said, her voice filled with kindness. "You might have a break or a sprain."

Y/N nodded, trying not to let the pain show on her face. But as the nurse began to inspect her arm, she couldn't help but whimper. The pain was unbearable, and she felt the tears start to fall.

Just then, the door to the nursing station burst open, and in rushed Jimin, his eyes wild with concern. "Y/N," he gasped, his voice thick with worry. "What happened?"

Y/N looked up, her eyes meeting his. The pain in her arm was forgotten for a moment as she took in the sight of him, his face etched with lines of panic and fear. "Jimin," she said, her voice small. "I'm okay."

But Jimin wasn't listening. He was too busy scanning her face, looking for any signs of pain or distress. When he saw the tears glistening in her eyes, his expression turned fierce. "What happened?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

The nurse looked up, a hint of surprise in her eyes at Jimin's sudden appearance. "It seems she's injured her arm during practice," she said calmly. "We need to get it checked out."

Jimin's eyes snapped to Y/N's arm, his gaze darkening when he saw the way she cradled it. Without a word, he picked her up, cradling her against his chest as if she were the most delicate thing in the world.

Y/N's heart raced as Jimin carried her to the exam table, his arms tight around her. His touch was gentle but firm, and she felt a sense of security that she hadn't felt in a long time. As he set her down, she couldn't help but lean into him, her eyes searching his for reassurance. "I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice thick with pain and embarrassment.

Jimin cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs wiping away her tears. "Why are apologizing?" he said fiercely. "You should be more careful when doing those flips. You have no past experience."

Y/N's eyes searched his, trying to convey her gratitude for his concern. "I know," she whispered. "I wanted it to be perfect."

Jimin leaned in closer, his gaze intense. "You are perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Don't ever doubt that." And then, as if unable to resist any longer, he pressed his lips to hers in a passionate kiss that stole the breath from her lungs. The world around them melted away, and for a moment, there was nothing but the two of them.

When he pulled back, Y/N's eyes searched his, filled with a mix of surprise and desire. "You don't have to push yourself so hard," he whispered, his thumbs brushing her cheeks. "You're amazing just the way you are."

Before she could respond, the door to the nursing center swung open again, and the rest of BTS spilled in, their expressions a mix of worry and curiosity. "Is she okay?" Taehyung asked, his eyes wide.

Jimin nodded, his hand still cradling Y/N's face. "She's going to be fine," he assured them, his voice tight with concern.

"But what about the acrobatic performance?" Yoongi asked, his brow furrowed. "We can't risk her getting hurt again."

Y/N felt a knot of anxiety form in her stomach as she looked up at Jimin. His grip on her hand tightened reassuringly. "Don't worry, I'll do it," he said, a determined glint in his eye.

The room was suddenly crowded with the rest of the members of BTS, their faces a mix of concern and determination. Jungkook looked at Jimin with a hint of challenge. "You're going to fill in for Y/N?" he asked.

Jimin nodded firmly, his eyes never leaving Y/N's. "Yeah," he said. "We can't let this performance be anything less than perfect, and she's not going to be able to do those acrobatics with an injured arm. Besides I can already do some flips." He gently released her face and took her hand in his, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on her palm.

Y/N felt the color drain from her cheeks as she looked down at her arm, the pain momentarily forgotten in the face of her fear. "Will you guys have to fire me because I got injured?" she whispered, her eyes wide with panic. The thought of losing her dream job, of being sent back to the obscurity she'd come from, was almost too much to bear.

Jimin's expression softened, his thumb still tracing circles on her palm. "No," he said firmly. "You're not going anywhere. We'll wait for you to recover and then give you your next dance assignment."

The other members nodded in agreement, the tension in the room easing slightly. "Let's focus on getting Y/N better," J-Hope said, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

With a sigh of relief, Y/N watched as the rest of the group filed out, leaving only Jimin by her side. He didn't say a word, just took a seat next to her on the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. They sat in silence, the only sound the steady beep of the heart monitor.

Y/N leaned into Jimin, her head resting on his shoulder as his arm wrapped around her. His warmth was a comfort she hadn't realized she needed, and she felt her eyes begin to drift shut. She was exhausted, both physically and emotionally.

"Y/N," Jimin began, his voice a soft murmur that seemed to resonate through her very soul, "you're one of the best people I know." He took a deep breath, his eyes searching hers as if trying to convey the depth of his admiration. "You're strong. So much stronger than you think. And your passion, the way you throw yourself into everything you do - it's inspiring. It's one of the things I love most about you."

Y/N felt her heart flutter but simply nodded and hugged him tighter, her eyes squeezed shut as she fought against the tears that threatened to spill over.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "That means so much coming from you."

"You have no idea," Jimin said, his voice earnest. "The way you handle every challenge thrown your way, the way you light up the room with your smile - it's infectious. I've never seen anything quite like it. You're not just a good dancer, Y/N, you're a star. The way your body moves, it's mesmerizing. I can't stop looking…"

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up at his words, a warm blush spreading across her face. She leaned into his embrace, her heart racing with excitement and nerves. "Jimin…" she began, but he placed a finger on her lips, silencing her.

"Shh," he murmured, his eyes searching hers. "Just listen."

Y/N nodded, her eyes wide as she took in the raw emotion in his gaze.

"And what happened here," Jimin said, gesturing to her injured arm, "it's just a setback. It doesn't define you, and it doesn't change who you are. We'll get you better, and you'll come back stronger than ever. I believe in you."

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her, the kind that didn't come from physical touch, but from the depth of Jimin's words. It was the kind of warmth that filled her chest and made her feel invincible. She leaned into him, her eyes closing as she took in his scent, a mix of sweat and the faint scent of his cologne.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion.

Jimin leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, "I''ll never let you go, Y/N. You're a part of me now." His arms tightened around her, as if he could somehow absorb her into his very being and keep her safe from the world. Y/N's heart skipped a beat at his words, a thrill of excitement mingling with the pain in her arm. She had never felt so cherished, so desired.

The nurse returned with a gentle reprimand for Jimin's overzealousness, insisting that Y/N needed rest. He reluctantly released her, his gaze lingering on her face as she was led away for x-rays. The coldness of his absence was stark, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed. But she knew he was just outside, waiting for her. The thought of his fierce protection was like a warm blanket, comforting her through the fear and pain of the unknown.

The diagnosis was a fracture - a clean break, thankfully, but one that would require her to wear a cast for several weeks. Y/N felt the weight of disappointment settle on her shoulders like a heavy stone. She watched as the doctor wrapped her arm, her mind racing with the implications. Her dance career, the one thing she'd fought so hard for, was now in delay.

As she sat in the hospital room, her thoughts drifted to Jimin. His words of reassurance echoed in her mind, giving her the strength to face the reality of her situation. She knew their relationship was weird right now because they were technically just friends. Even though they had kissed several times and slept together on many occasions, none of them had confessed any feelings, and Y/N was worried.

The next two months were a blur of doctor's visits, physical therapy, and watching the BTS group from the sidelines. She'd sit in the practice room, her arm in a cast, and watch as the other dancers moved with grace and power, feeling a pang of envy with each step they took. But she also felt a strange sense of belonging. Despite her injury, the group didn't treat her differently. They'd include her in their conversations and their jokes.

Every night, she'd retreat to the dorm room she shared with the other backup dancers, but she'd spend her evenings in BTS's dorm, surrounded by the comforting chaos of the boys. They'd watch movies, play games, and sometimes, just sit in comfortable silence. It was during these moments that she felt closest to them, especially Jimin. They'd share looks that spoke volumes, his hand brushing against hers in a way that wasn't quite accidental.

One evening, J-Hope returned from a quick run to the convenience store with a bottle of soju in hand. "Let's celebrate our friendships," he exclaimed, grinning mischievously. The boys cheered, and the bottle made its way around the room, each taking a shot or two, the room filling with laughter and the warm buzz of camaraderie. Y/N watched from the sidelines, nursing a bottle of water with a small smile. She wanted to drink but was worried about the loss of control that came with it.

Jimin, feeling the effects of the alcohol, grew increasingly playful. His eyes kept darting to Y/N, his smile growing more flirtatious with each passing minute. The other members noticed, teasing him with good-natured ribs and nudges.

"Come on, Y/N," Taehyung said with a grin. "Just one shot."

Y/N's cheeks flushed pink. "No thanks," she replied, her voice firm. "I don't drink."

J-Hope's grin grew wider. "Ah, come on. Just one won't hurt." He waved the bottle in her direction, the clear liquid glinting under the room's soft lighting.

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "No really, I'm good."

But Jimin's gaze was intense, his eyes dark with something she couldn't quite decipher. He leaned closer, his hand on her knee. "Do it for me," he said, his voice a seductive whisper.

Y/N felt the heat rise in her cheeks, the weight of his hand a brand on her skin. "Jimin, please," she protested, her voice a mix of laughter and nerves.

"Or you can just taste it off my lips," Jimin said, his voice low and inviting. The room grew quieter as the other members watched the exchange with curiosity and shock. Y/N's eyes widened, and she felt a rush of heat through her body. The room was spinning with the anticipation of Jimin's lips on hers, but she knew she couldn't let this go too far.

She leaned in and took the bottle from J-Hope. "Fine," she said, her voice steady. She took a deep breath, her heart racing, and took a small sip of the strong drink. The liquid burned as it went down, but she didn't cough or flinch, surprising even herself.

The room erupted in cheers, the tension momentarily broken by her act of solidarity. But as the noise died down, it was only Jimin's eyes that remained on hers. He leaned in, his breath warm against her cheek. "Good girl," he murmured, the words sending a shiver down her spine. "Let me taste it." Suddenly, his lips were on hers, and she felt the gentle pressure as he sipped the soju from her mouth.

The kiss was soft, tender even, a stark contrast to the fiery passion of their previous encounters. But it was no less intense, the promise of what could be simmering just beneath the surface.

When Jimin pulled away, Y/N's eyes fluttered open, and she was met with the stunned silence of the room. The other members of BTS stared at them, their expressions a mix of shock, confusion, and something else she couldn't quite place. A soft moan of protest slipped from her lips before she could stop it, the taste of Jimin still lingering on her tongue.

Her heart raced as she realized the gravity of what had just occurred. She had kissed Jimin, the heartthrob of millions, in front of his bandmates. This was it. This was the moment that could ruin everything she had worked so hard to achieve. She had crossed a line that could not be uncrossed, and the fear of losing her job and her place in the group.

Jimin's hand remained on her knee, his thumb tracing gentle circles, his eyes never leaving hers. Their faces were merely inches away. The tension in the room was thick, but his grip was a comfort, a silent promise that he wasn't going to let her go. The other members of BTS exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of shock and concern. Jungkook was the first to break the silence. "What was that?" he asked, his voice tight.

Jimin didn't flinch, his gaze still locked on Y/N. "It's none of your business, she's mine," he replied still drunk, yet his voice was firm. The room grew tense, and Y/N could feel the weight of their stares on her, but she couldn't bring herself to look away from Jimin's eyes.

"Jimin," Namjoon began, his voice measured and calm, "you need to think about what you're doing."

Jimin's gaze didn't waver from Y/N's, his hand sliding up to her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush against one another. "What I'm doing," he murmured, his voice thick with alcohol, "is claiming what's mine. Right, Y/N?"

Y/N's breath hitched, her eyes searching Jimin's. She could feel the weight of the room's attention on them, but she couldn't bring herself to deny him. Instead, she nodded, her voice a whisper. "Yes."

The other members of BTS stared, their expressions ranging from shock to confusion to something akin to betrayal. Y/N knew she had to say something, to explain, but the words were lodged in her throat, a knot of fear and excitement choking her. "Guys, I-"

But before she could finish, Jimin cut her off with a sharp look. "You don't have to worry about it, baby," he said, his voice now a low growl, his hand tightening around her waist. "What happens between me and you is our business."

Y/N eyes widened as she felt Jimin's hand slide down her body, his long, slender fingers finding the hem of her shorts. Heat flooded her cheeks, but she couldn't move, couldn't speak. His touch was like a brand, searing through the fabric and setting her nerve endings alight. And then, without warning, his hand was inside her shorts, cupping her pussy with a possessiveness that sent a shockwave through her body.

Her moan was involuntary, a soft gasp that seemed to echo in the suddenly silent room. She felt his fingers move, exploring her, and she couldn't help but grind against his hand. The feeling was exquisite, a mix of pleasure and pain that made her toes curl. Jimin's eyes gleamed with triumph, his lips curving into a smug smile as he watched her reaction.

The other members of BTS stared, their eyes wide and unblinking, their jaws practically on the floor. They had all seen the chemistry between Jimin and Y/N, but this was something else entirely. It was raw, unbridled lust, and it was playing out right in front of them.

Jimin leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. "You always have been, from the moment I laid eyes on you." His hand moved in a slow, deliberate rhythm, teasing and taunting her. "You know it, I know it, and now they know it."

Y/N's breath came in short, sharp gasps as she leaned into his touch, the alcohol in the air making her head spin. She should have been embarrassed, should have pulled away, but she was lost in the haze of desire that seemed to engulf them. "I'm yours," she whispered, her voice a plea for more.

Jimin says, "Look how fucking wet she is for me. Moaning for me. All for me, right baby?" The last part was a soft whisper.

Y/N nods, eyes glazed with lust as she whispers, "Yes, Jimin."

The room feels like it's spinning, the only anchor in this whirlwind is Jimin's hand, his fingers moving with a rhythm that's driving her wild. She's acutely aware of the other members' presence, but the only thing that matters is the man before her, his hand on her, claiming her.

And then, amidst the shocked silence, Jungkook breaks the tension with his candid remark. "That's fucking hot." The words hang in the air, and she feels a strange mix of embarrassment and satisfaction. She can feel the heat in her cheeks, but she doesn't look away from Jimin's eyes.

Yoongi speaks up, his tone measured and thoughtful. "I think we should let them try a relationship," he says, his gaze flicking between them, "as long as they keep it hidden from everyone else but us, it should be okay."

Y/N's heart skips a beat at the suggestion, her eyes darting to Jimin's for any hint of his thoughts. She sees the fire in his eyes, the same passion that had just claimed her moments ago. She knows that this isn't just a drunken confession; it's a declaration of intent.

The other members exchange looks, the gravity of the situation sinking in. After a tense moment, Namjoon nods slowly, "If you two are serious," he says, his eyes flicking from Y/N to Jimin, "then we're here to support you."

A collective sigh of relief fills the room, and the tension eases slightly. Jimin's gaze never leaves Y/N's, his hand still caressing her intimately. He leans in and captures her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss that leaves her breathless. His other hand slides under her shirt, his fingers tracing the soft skin of her stomach before dipping lower, finding her wetness and slipping four fingers inside her without preamble.

Y/N gasps into the kiss, her body arching involuntarily at the sudden intrusion. Her eyes widen, but she doesn't pull away, instead, she clings to him tighter, her hand reaching up to tangle in his hair. His kiss is possessive, dominating, and she can't help but melt into it. The members of BTS watch, their shock now giving way to understanding, a knowing look in their eyes that says they've seen this coming from a mile away.

Jimin's fingers move with a skill that speaks of experience, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Y/N's breath comes in short, staccato bursts, her eyes fluttering shut as she tries to focus on the sensation building within her. And then, with a low moan that she can't hold back, she cums, her body shuddering with the intensity of her release. She's vaguely aware of the cheers and hoots from the other members, but all she can focus on is the feeling of Jimin's hand on her, the way he's claiming her so publicly.

Jimin pulls his fingers out slowly, a smug smile playing on his lips as he brings them to his mouth and licks them clean. The sight sends another wave of desire through her, and she can't help but whimper at the sight. He tastes her on his lips, a look of pure satisfaction in his eyes as he swallows. The room is silent, the air thick with the scent of their passion.

Jimin leans his forehead against hers, his breath warm and heavy. His eyes search hers, looking for something, and she wonders if she'll ever truly understand what's going on in his mind.

"Y/N," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you."

The words hit her like a ton of bricks, sending shockwaves through her body. "Jimin," she whispers, her voice trembling. "I think I love you, too."

The room goes still, the only sound the faint beating of their hearts echoing in the tension-filled silence. The other members of BTS exchange glances, their expressions a mix of disbelief and understanding.

Y/N feels her cheeks burn with a blush that spreads across her face and down her neck. She can't believe she just confessed her love to Jimin in front of his bandmates, especially after their explosive encounter. But his words, his claim, his possession - it all feels so right. She looks into his eyes, searching for any sign of doubt, but all she sees is raw emotion, the same passion that had driven him to kiss her so fiercely moments ago.

They pull away, both of them slightly out of breath, and turn to face the group. Jimin's hand is still on her waist, a possessive gesture that she doesn't dare shake off. The room is filled with a tense silence, the air charged with the electricity of their confession. The other members of BTS stare at them, their expressions a mix of shock, confusion, and acceptance.

J-Hope is the first to break the silence, his voice filled with a strange mix of happiness and trepidation. "Well, congrats you two," he says with a smile, raising his bottle in a toast. The others follow suit, their expressions mirroring his own. Y/N feels a knot in her stomach loosen, the tension draining from her body as she realizes they're not going to be ostracized.

"Thank you," Jimin says, his voice strong and steady as he stands, pulling Y/N to her feet with him. "It means a lot that you guys are okay with this."

Y/N's heart is racing, but she manages a smile, her eyes flicking to Jimin's hand on her waist. He looks down at her, and she sees the true smile in his eyes, the kind that lights up his whole face and makes his cheeks crinkle and eyes close. It's a smile she's only seen a few times, reserved for moments of pure happiness, and it sends warmth flooding through her.

The next two years pass in a whirlwind of secret meetings, stolen kisses, and passionate encounters. They're careful, always, keeping their relationship tightly under wraps. Jimin insists she wear a mask during their couple dance routines, a precaution that feels both thrilling and suffocating, to ensure that Y/N remains safe. The mask is a symbol of their hidden love, a reminder of the price they pay for their happiness. Y/N learns to dance with it, to move with it as if it's a part of her, to hide her identity behind the fabric while still conveying the raw emotion of their shared passion.

One fateful evening, after weeks of planning, they sneak away from the dorm for a rare dinner date at an exclusive restaurant known for its private booths. The paparazzi are everywhere, but they're good at hiding, good at playing the game. They sit across from each other, the candlelight flickering on Jimin's perfect features, making him look even more like the angel he is in her eyes. They talk in hushed tones, their laughter mingling with the soft murmur of the other patrons.

As they lean in closer, sharing a secret joke that no one else understands, Y/N feels a rush of emotion so intense it's almost overwhelming. She's in love with him, truly, madly, deeply, and she's never felt more alive than she does in these stolen moments. They're lost in their own world, oblivious to the camera lens that's suddenly trained on them.

A flash of light pierces the dimly lit room, and Y/N's heart stops. She freezes, her eyes wide with horror as she sees the paparazzi hiding in the shadows. They've been found out. The moment of joy turns into one of panic as the camera captures them, their kiss on full display for the world to see. Jimin's eyes narrow, and he pulls her closer, not breaking the kiss, as if trying to shield her from the impending storm.

In a swift move, Jimin grabs his jacket off the back of his chair and drapes it over her, hiding her face. He takes her hand firmly in his, and without a word, they bolt from the restaurant. The cool evening air hits them like a slap, but it's the least of their concerns as they dodge through the crowded street. Rain starts to fall, but it's nothing compared to the fear of exposure.

The paparazzi are quick to follow, their camera flashes like a strobe light in a chaotic dance of light and shadow. Jimin's heart races as he pulls her into a narrow alleyway, his eyes scanning for any sign of escape. He knows that one wrong turn could mean the end of their secret, the end of their fragile happiness.

Y/N's sobs are muffled by the rain that now drenches them both, her body trembling against his. He whispers reassurances into her ear, his hand gently stroking her back as he tries to soothe her fears. His voice is a balm, a warm embrace in the cold, wet world that's closing in on them.

"It'll be okay," Jimin murmurs, his tone soothing despite the urgency in his eyes. "We'll figure this out. I'm here for you."

Y/N nods, her eyes brimming with tears that mingle with the rain as they stand in the shadowy alley. She can feel the tremor in his hand as it cups her cheek, wiping away the wetness that's not entirely rain. His voice is a comforting balm, a gentle whisper that pierces through the cacophony of the storm outside and the storm of fear within her.

"Don't worry, Y/N," he says, his thumb brushing over her trembling lips. "We'll get through this."

And then, as if to seal their pact, Jimin leans in and kisses her again. This time, it's not for show, not for the cameras that have captured them. It's a kiss filled with love and fear, a silent promise to face the storm together. The rain soaks their clothes, mingling with their tears as they stand in the alley, oblivious to the world around them. It's a moment of pure vulnerability, a declaration that no matter what happens next, they belong to each other.

But the moment is shattered by the sound of cameras clicking, the flashes of light blinding them as they pull apart. The paparazzi have found them, their lenses zooming in on their drenched, makeup-less faces. Y/N feels a cold dread seep into her bones as she sees the hunger in their eyes, the eagerness to expose their secret. The whispers turn to shouts as they demand answers, their voices a cacophony of accusations and lewd comments.

"Who's the slut?" one of them yells, her voice harsh and unfeeling.

Y/N flinches, the harshness of the word a slap across her face. The flashes from the cameras are like a thousand tiny explosions in the night, blinding her.

But Jimin doesn't flinch. He stands tall, his grip on her tightening as he addresses the paparazzi with a steely calm. "Her name is Y/N, and she's not a slut. She's the woman I love." His voice is firm, his gaze unwavering as he says, "We're together."

The rain is now a downpour, soaking their clothes, but his words act as an invisible shield, wrapping around them both. The paparazzi are momentarily stunned into silence, their cameras lowering slightly. The interviewer, a sneer still on his lips, asks, "Is this another one of your stunts, Jimin? Trying to clean your image with a girl like that? You only like Korean girls with nice bodies and features. Is being with this dark fat girl some charity?"

Y/N's heart sinks at the cruel words, but Jimin's grip on her tightens. He steps forward, rain plastering his hair to his forehead, and says, "Y/N is not just any girl. She's the one who's put up with my shit, who's seen me at my fucking worst and still believed in me. She's beautiful, talented, and has the biggest heart I know. And she's fucking perfect. You're the one who needs to get your facts straight, and your racist mouth in check."

The paparazzi exchange shocked glances, not expecting such a fiery response from the usually composed idol. For a moment, they're silenced by Jimin's defense, but it's only a moment. The questions and flashes resume with renewed vigor, a storm of intrusion that seems to engulf them. Y/N wants to shrink away, to hide from the harsh reality of their situation, but Jimin's hand on her back keeps her grounded.

"Jimin," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the cacophony. "You may become unpopular because of me."

He shakes his head, a fierce determination in his gaze. "Let them say what they want. I don't care about their opinions. You're worth more than their fleeting approval." His words cut through the chaos like a knife, strong and unwavering.

Y/N looks up at him, the rain blurring her vision as she takes in the man who's claimed her so fiercely. In this moment, she sees the depth of his love, the lengths he's willing to go to protect her. And she knows that no matter what the future holds, she'll stand by his side.

With a decisive nod, Jimin leads her out of the alley, the paparazzi's questions following them like a swarm of angry bees. They run through the streets, the rain soaking them to the bone, but they don't stop until they're in the safety of his car. He slams the door shut, the sound echoing in the confined space, and turns to her, his eyes dark with passion and determination.

"We're going to tell them the truth," he says, his voice a low rumble. "No more hiding, no more secrets. I want the world to know you're mine."

Y/N's heart races at his words, the gravity of what they're about to do hitting her full force. She nods, her voice a whisper. "Okay."

They drive back to the BTS dorm in a tense silence, the rain outside mirroring the turmoil inside. The paparazzi are a distant memory now, chased away by Jimin's unwavering confidence. As they pull into the garage, the quiet is deafening, the only sound the steady thrum of the engine and the rhythmic patter of the rain on the windshield.

Once they're inside the safety of the dorm, Jimin leads her to his room, his hand a reassuring presence in hers. The walls are plastered with posters of their albums and magazine covers, a stark contrast to the intimacy of their stolen moments in the alley. He pulls out his phone, his thumb hovering over the camera app. Y/N looks up at him, her eyes questioning.

"What are you doing?" she asks, her voice still trembling slightly.

Jimin's gaze is focused, his hand steady as he snaps the photo. "This," he says, holding up the phone to show her their smiling, rain-soaked faces, "is going on my social media."

Y/N's eyes widen in surprise. "But, Jimin, your fans…"

He cuts her off with a soft smile, pressing a finger to her lips. "I know, but I've hidden you long enough. I want everyone to see how happy you make me, to know that you're the one who holds my heart." His thumb brushes away the remaining rainwater on her cheek, his touch gentle yet firm.

Y/N's heart skips a beat. The thought of being revealed to the world is terrifying, but the love in Jimin's eyes is a beacon in the storm. She nods, her breath hitching as he takes the photo. The flash lights up the room, capturing the raw emotion etched on their faces—the love, the fear, the excitement. It's a moment frozen in time, a declaration that no one can take away from them.

With a deep breath, Jimin uploads the image with the caption, "my love." The words hang in the air, a silent promise that echoes through the room. The click of the button feels like a gunshot, sending the image out into the digital world for everyone to see. Y/N's heart is racing, her eyes glued to the screen as she watches the likes and comments roll in. At first, it's just their closest friends and fans, but soon, the picture goes viral.

The next morning, the only thing on the news is Jimin's post and the paparazzi footage from the day before. The headlines scream of love, scandal, and defiance. The BTS members, still groggy from their late-night reactions, gather in the living room, their eyes glued to the television screens that line the walls, all displaying various news reports of the viral revelation. The room buzzes with a mix of shock, anger, and disbelief.

"What the fuck did you do?" Yoongi demands, his voice sharp as he turns to face Jimin and Y/N. His eyes are blazing, a stark contrast to the soft light of dawn that filters through the windows.

Jimin holds up his phone, the picture of them in the alley still displayed. "I told the truth," he says simply.

The room falls silent, the only sound the muffled chatter of reporters and the occasional beep of a notification from his phone. The weight of his words sinks in, and Y/N can see the fear in the other members' eyes, the doubt that they can navigate this storm. But she also sees something else—respect. They may not agree with their decision, but they know that Jimin and she are a force to be reckoned with, a bond that can't be easily broken.

Namjoon, the leader, is the first to speak up, his voice calm but firm. "Marriage might be the only way to protect you both from the backlash," he says, looking at Jimin with a seriousness that leaves no room for argument. "If you make it official, maybe people will lay off."

Jimin stares at him, the reality of his words hitting him like a sledgehammer. Marriage? To Y/N? The thought is exhilarating. He looks at her, his heart racing at the thought of spending the rest of his life with her, of having her by his side through everything.

"Namjoon," he says, his voice thick with emotion, "are you sure?"

Namjoon nods solemnly. "It's the only way to show the world how serious we are about this," he explains. "We'll stand by you."

Y/N feels a swell of gratitude for the group's unwavering support, but she's also acutely aware of the gravity of the situation. "Marriage?" she whispers, her voice shaking. "Is that what we have to do?"

Jimin takes her hand, his eyes searching hers. "Do you trust me, Y/N?"

Her heart skips a beat at the intensity of his gaze. She nods, squeezing his hand in response. "Always."

"Then let's do it," Jimin says with a decisive nod. "Let's show them that our love isn't just a fleeting thing, that it's real and it's here to stay."

Y/N feels a whirlwind of emotions—fear, excitement, love—swirl within her. She's never been married before, never even thought she'd be in a position to marry a world-famous K-pop idol. But here she is, holding onto Jimin's hand, ready to face the storm together.

The wedding is hastily arranged, a small, private ceremony held in the early hours of the following day. The BTS members are their only guests, their faces a mix of shock, concern, and support. They stand in a circle around Jimin and Y/N, the weight of their decision heavy in the air. The makeshift altar is adorned with simple flowers, and a quiet, solemn vibe fills the room. They exchange vows, their voices strong and sure, promising to stand by each other through the chaos that's sure to come.

As the sun rises, Jimin takes a deep breath and uploads the wedding picture, his thumb lingering over the 'share' button for a brief second. The image shows the two of them, smiling into each other's eyes, their love a stark contrast to the storm brewing outside their bubble. He writes the caption, his heart racing with anticipation and nerves, "my wife." He hits send, and the digital world explodes with reactions.

The backlash is swift, but so is the support. Fans flood the comments with messages of love and acceptance, praising Jimin for standing up for Y/N and their relationship. The hashtags #jiminy/nforever and #lovewins trend, a sea of purple hearts and loving comments overshadowing the hateful noise. The group's management scrambles to control the narrative, releasing a carefully crafted statement supporting the couple.

The night after their impromptu wedding, Jimin and Y/N lie in bed, the quiet of the night a stark contrast to the chaos of the day. Jimin's arms are wrapped around her, his breath warm on her neck as he whispers, "Mrs. Park..."

Y/N giggles, feeling a rush of love and excitement at the sound of her new name. "Yes, Mr. Park?" she says, snuggling closer to him.

Jimin's grip tightens, his voice dropping to a soft, earnest whisper. "May I make love to you?" The words hang in the air, charged with anticipation and vulnerability.

Y/N's heart races. She'd never thought this day would come, not with the whirlwind of their relationship. But here she is, in Jimin's arms, married and ready to give herself to him completely. She turns to face him, her eyes searching his. "Yes," she whispers, her voice trembling with desire and nerves.

Jimin's eyes darken with passion as he leans in to kiss her.

He pulls off her shirt with surprising gentleness, exposing her soft, rain-kissed skin to the cool air. His hands move to her waist, tracing the curves of her stomach before settling to give her a tender massage. The gesture is both sensual and comforting, a silent promise that he finds her beautiful in every way. Y/N lets out a content sigh, her body relaxing into his touch.

With a gentle touch, Jimin unclasps her bra, allowing her breasts to fall free. He takes his time to knead them, his thumbs circling her nipples with a soft, firm pressure. Y/N arches her back, gasping at the sensation, her eyes fluttering closed. He leans in, his warm breath caressing her skin before his mouth captures a nipple, giving it a playful bite that makes her gasp. His teeth graze the sensitive skin before he switches to the other, the pleasure a delicious ache that shoots straight to her core.

Jimin's own shirt comes off next, revealing his sculpted abs and the tattoos that trace his body like a map of his soul. He presses their bare chests together, the friction causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. She can feel his heart beating against hers, a rhythm that matches the throb between her legs. His skin is hot, a stark contrast to the chill in the air, and she revels in the feel of him against her.

With a gentle tug, he pulls her pants and panties down, leaving her completely bare before him. He doesn't rush, instead taking a moment to drink in the sight of her, his eyes roving over her curves with a hunger that sends a shiver down her spine. "You're fucking beautiful."

Y/N feels a blush creep over her skin, a mix of embarrassment and arousal at his bluntness. But she's also filled with a sense of empowerment, knowing that she's desired and accepted for who she is. He places a soft kiss on her belly button, sending a jolt of pleasure through her, before sliding his face down between her thighs. The anticipation is unbearable as she feels the warmth of his breath against her sensitive skin.

With a gentle nudge, Jimin spreads her legs open wider, his eyes meeting hers in a silent question. She nods, giving him the go-ahead, her cheeks burning with need. He takes his time, savoring the moment, before finally sliding his tongue along the length of her slit. Y/N's body jerks at the sensation, a moan escaping her lips as his tongue delves into her folds. He's tentative at first, exploring her taste and texture with a softness that belies the fiery passion they've shared in their stolen moments. His touch is a revelation, a symphony of pleasure that crescendos with every stroke.

Jimin's praises continue to rain down on her, his words a sweet symphony of adoration. "You taste so good, Y/N," he murmurs against her, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. His tongue delves deeper, exploring her with a hunger that matches the desire burning within her. He's not just performing an act; he's worshiping her, savoring every inch of her as if she's a delicacy.

Y/N's eyes roll back in her head as his skilled tongue finds her clit, teasing it with feather-light strokes before applying more pressure, eliciting a gasp from her. Her hands tighten in his hair as he continues to taste her, his movements becoming more deliberate as he learns what she likes, what makes her moan and squirm beneath him. His fingers join the fray, sliding into her wet warmth as his tongue continues its dance. The dual sensation sends her spiraling closer to the edge, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her climax.

But she can't hold out much longer. With a cry, Y/N's orgasm crashes over her, her body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure consume her. She feels Jimin's smug grin against her sensitive flesh as he chuckles, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and pride at her quick surrender. "Already?" he teases, his voice a low rumble of satisfaction.

Y/N can't help the flush that creeps over her cheeks, even as the aftershocks of her climax leave her trembling. Jimin pulls away, giving her a moment to catch her breath before his hand is on her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "Don't be shy," he says with a smirk. "I know you liked that."

With a wicked glint in his eyes, Jimin stands, pulling off his pants and underwear in one swift motion. His erection springs free, a testament to his desire for her. He steps closer, the tip of his hardened length brushing against her sensitive flesh, sending a shiver of anticipation through her. Y/N's eyes widen as she takes in the full view of him, the muscles in his legs taut as he moves. His cock is long and thick, a stark contrast to his slender frame, and she feels a mix of awe and fear at the thought of taking him inside her.

He chuckles at her expression, his hand coming up to stroke himself lazily. "Don't worry," he says, his voice a low rumble of confidence. "I'll take it slow." He positions himself between her legs, the tip of his cock teasing her swollen clit, the promise of what's to come making her breath hitch. With a gentle push, he nudges her entrance, the head of his cock slipping through her folds. Y/N bites her lip, her eyes fluttering closed as she feels herself stretch around him.

Jimin bends down to kiss her, his movements slow and deliberate, his tongue mimicking the gentle thrusts of his hips. The kiss is a sweet distraction from the growing pressure inside her, a promise that this will be everything she's ever dreamed of. He pushes in further, inch by torturous inch, his kiss deepening as he feels her tightness envelop him. Her walls clench around him, the sensation so intense it's almost painful.

Y/N's nails dig into the sheets, her body arching up to meet him as he pushes through the final barrier. The moment his cock is fully sheathed inside her, she screams his name, the sound echoing through the room in a symphony of pleasure. "Jimin!" she cries out, the pain of losing her virginity melding with the euphoria of their union.

Jimin says, "Mmmm, baby you take me so well," his voice thick with pleasure as he starts to move. His hips rock gently, the sensation of her tightness around him driving him crazy. Y/N's eyes are squeezed shut, her teeth gritted as she tries to adjust to the feeling of being filled. The pain subsides quickly, replaced by an all-consuming need that has her hips rising to meet his. He starts to pick up the pace, his strokes growing longer and harder, setting a rhythm that has her body singing.

Her walls clench around him as he slams into her, the sound of their bodies slapping together a testament to their passion. She can feel the tension building, the pressure inside her growing with every thrust. "Jimin," she whispers, her voice breathless and needy. "I'm going to cum."

He groans, his own orgasm close. "Me too, Y/N. Cum for me," he urges, his voice strained. His hips move faster, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside her with every stroke. The room is a whirlwind of sensations—the scent of their mingled arousal, the sound of their ragged breaths, the feel of his skin slick with sweat against hers. Y/N's eyes fly open, meeting Jimin's, and she sees the love and hunger in them, a mirror to what she feels.

With a final, powerful thrust, they both climax together, their bodies shuddering in unison. Y/N's eyes roll back in her head, the pleasure so intense it's almost too much to bear. Jimin's cock pulses inside her, filling her with his warmth, and she feels a sense of belonging that she never knew existed. They lay there, panting and trembling, their bodies intertwined as they ride out the aftermath of their passion.

As the waves of pleasure subside, Jimin gently pulls out of her, a soft whine escaping her lips at the loss. He rolls over onto his side, pulling her into his arms, her head resting on his chest. His heart is racing, his chest heaving with every breath, but his arms around her are steady, a silent promise that he's there for her, always.

Y/N snuggles closer, her body still trembling from the intensity of her first time. "I love you," she whispers into the quiet of the room, the words feeling both foreign and utterly right on her lips.

Jimin's arms tighten around her, his chest rising and falling with his own labored breaths. "I love you too," he murmurs, his voice a comforting rumble against her ear. His hand strokes her hair, his touch gentle and soothing.

The sun peeks through the curtains, casting a warm glow over their entwined bodies. Y/N can't believe that she's here, married to the love of her life, a legend, and now, officially a part of the BTS family. It's a surreal feeling, one that she's both scared and excited to explore. She looks up at Jimin, his eyes closed in contentment, his lashes casting shadows on his cheeks. He's everything she never thought she could have, and somehow, he's all hers.

[jinkookspencil]

things bts would love & do with their curvy s.o.

a little long author’s note - fluff and suggestive and a little smutty / ot7 scenarios / a bit of a drabble, because i didn't say everything i wanted to and i don't think i said it as well. but i had this in the drafts for a while & i was feeling a bit self-conscious about my curves recently & had to remind myself of my own words and scenarios. here’s to self-love in 2023, everyone! and just because this fits with what i’m saying and the post - don’t wait for someone else or a man to love every single thing about you! you deserve all the love on your own and everyone reading this is a lovable beauty <3 this goes for your inner and outer selves - even this post is mainly focused on outer (& isn’t meant to stereotype at all! this post also has no mentions of food - unfortunately, many authors only associate curviness to food and include stuff like "cooking together" all the time.). i made it more nsfw than it was at the last minute because i really realized we don't have enough curvy girl content here! on that note if anyone has any curvy girl scenarios with bts or an ot7 members lis like this they want to see me write about lmk - requests are open in general but i love writing about & for my fellow curvy/chubby girls 💕 lots of love - pen ✎

namjoon

this is gonna sound a bit weird but I think namjoon would go crazy for

1. your silhouette - the CURVES WILL DRIVE HIM INSANE - he would literally write an entire song about being mesermized by your curves 

2. your boobs - sskskssk sorry nothing will convince me namjoon is not a boob man. i know curvy doesn’t always = big boobs but it’s the combination of BOOBS and curves that’ll drive him nuts, no matter their size. having his hand roam your body while his head is stuffed between your boobs? his idea of heaven.

sorry, i think i had just read a namjoon smut when i wrote that

anyways, he’s obsessed

and namjoon being namjoon, he’ll be obsessed with unique features that come with being curvy

which are, again, curves, but also: stretch marks, cellulite, love handles, a muffin top, etc - he’ll be fascinated and guess what? he will find beautiful ways to describe them, and he’ll make you see them in a new light as well

this would be his response if you complained about “imperfections” and called them as such, for example: “you know what type of art I find the most beautiful? the ones with quote unquote imperfections. those imperfections - or the unique details, i should say, showed an artist, a human was behind the painting. how boring would it be if all art was the same? if all bodies were the same? our ‘details’ and differences make us who we are, make us different.  ‘imperfection’ is perfection, honey. you, your body…. you’re a work of art.” (gonna end up writing a mini namjoon drabble with some of that)

seokjin

seokjin would love every. single. thing. about you. 

like it or not i genuinely believe he’s the most likely out of bts to love a curvy girl and that they’re actually his type

you know how most guys see chubby girls as cute rather than hot? fuck that, to seokjin you’re incredibly hot AND incredibly cute. 

he’d be utterly obsessed with every inch of your body… i’m serious. 

butt? yes. waist? yes. hips? yes. thighs? yes. arms? yes. tummy? YES. cheeks? YES!

& a thing about seokjin is that he’s not just in love with you and your body, he’s clever. he knows that chubby girls can get a ton of shit. like he’ll be totally aware of that fact or it won’t take long for him to realize it. and it’ll make him mad

but mostly, he’ll keep his cool and be strategic about it

so something seokjin would love is hyping you up AND showing!! you!! OFF!!!!!!!!!!

though he’s not a fan of pda, when he’s out with you in public, he’ll show you off in his ways, like holding your hand, playing with your hands and hair... but he'll also have his arm around your waist, resting on your soft hips and he'll lovingly caress your cheek and pinch it and he’ll keep saying “my beautiful girlfriend / my fiancee / my wife” etc to literally anyone

someone's giving you weird looks? catch seokjin suddenly throw off the entire situation by yelling - just to no one - "MY GIRLFRIEND IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE HER" - the looks would frustrate him but he'll enjoy hyping you up and seeing you all flustered when he does that

he’d handle your insecure days and “low days” really well, but i honestly think that you spend enough time with seokjin and you’ll end up loving your body as much as he does.  he's without a doubt the type of boyfriend to make you feel as sexy as he sees you... well as sexy and beautiful as you actually are!!

anyways he’ll weirdly enjoy consoling you when you have those days though. he’ll be so so sensitive and understanding and clever as i said, but he’ll just love telling you how beautiful you are, he doesn’t tire of it nor does he get frustrated you do talk about your insecurities. like namjoon, he'll find some very unique way to see it

and he would LOVE tickling you and squishing all your soft bits <3  you can beg him to stop, but you will grow to love it…. he’ll make sure of it!

low-key the type to buy you lingerie and almost force you into it because he knows you'll look beautiful in it (it's not just for him, it's for you - he loves seeing you all shy when you get into it though.... but that shyness will wear off with time and your confidence will only drive seokjin madder)

on that note, he won't have that "i can't do this thing in bed because i'm chubby" attitude - he'll make sure he finds any way to ensure you do everything you want to....

and he will ask you to do things for him

would smother his face in every part soft and squishy part of you and will definitely definitely squeeze you during sex

and he will definitely ask you to sit on his face and suffocate him with your thighs... :)

yoongi

coming up with an answer for yoongi was incredibly tough because

i think yoongi is so chill, something about yoongi screams “i really don’t care about what you look like, it’s the personality that makes a person attractive or not”

like no matter what, i think he’d love you for you.

love is love

no matter who the other person is or how they look like

BUT - he will fold and fall

and the intense physical attraction will follow once he gets to know you (again, this is not specific to curvy people, i think this is just how yoongi might be)

but this is about curvy people so let’s dive into that

if you wear something that shows a little more, perhaps lingerie or a form-fitting dress, and he’ll get so flustered and he will avoid eye-contact (especially if you don’t wear that style regularly)

like jin and jimin, yoongi would also be a person who knows that curvy/chubby women can go through so much shit just for the bodies being the way they are, and it’ll aggravate him just as much as it would jin… but it’s questionable whether yoongi would be able to keep his cool… because it’s you.

and low-key that energy could translate into his love for you too… in a very yoongi “harshly gentle” way. 

if you express any insecurity in regards to your body, he’d caress your face and stare deeply into your eyes & and just very seriously and quietly be like "??? so??? i love you more than anything in this world already, do you think i give a fuck that you have a lil belly??? hmm, why are you trying to hide it? i see you every day, do you think i don’t know what your body looks like? be fr, y/n. you’re beautiful (then he’ll poke your belly cutely, before the energy shifts and gets intense) don’t say that shit about yourself or about me. (then he’ll kiss you so softly)” <3 

hoseok

hoseok would LOVE it when you show off your figure and your curves!!!

he's a hips and ass man, i'm sure of it.

he would AUDIBLY AND PROUDLY hype you tf up when you wear something a little more form-fitting!! 

and it’s something he always always encouraged, asking you to try bolder styles and colors

hobi simply will not take the “i can’t wear that because i’m chubby” saying

“you want to wear it? it suits you? FUCKING WEAR IT YOU LOOK FUCKING INCREDIBLE. WHO CARES IF YOUR TUMMY AND HIPS ARE EMPHASIZED THAT’S A GOOD THING YOU’RE SEXY AS FUCK”

so when you as far as to dress in something a little risque? oof hobi will go crazy

do a lil dance for him? goodbye, hobi’s on the floor.

also we all know hoseok is a fashion expert, and chubby girls know it isn’t that easy to find clothes that fit our proportions/sizes/bodies…. but not if you’re with hoseok. this man will do whatever he can to make sure you can wear what you want, whether it's finding international brands that have your style+size or literally surprising you with a custom made outfit

"that brand doesn't carry your size? you like it but the proportions are just slightly off? don't worry about it baby i have your christmas gift sorted xx"

he won't be shy to hype you up just as loudly in public and on social media too

the type to encourage you to shake everything you've got in the club while grabbing onto you...

jimin

this is gonna sound cliched but bear with me

jimin will be incredibly attracted to your confidence and your energy

i think confidence is something jimin is attracted to no matter what, but if he sees the way you just radiate self-love and your confidence shining out of you through the way you dress, talk, carry yourself....

(i.e. “i can pull any man i want energy”, tight/skimpy dresses, STRUT instead of walking, good posture, etc while KNOWING the extra shit you could get for it & not giving a fuck??)

oh my god. oh my god.

to say jimin’s heart will flutter would be an understatement

you’d walk into the room, like you own it, and jimin would feel like he wants to do whatever he can to actually give it to you

and, similar to jin and yoongi, he knows curvy girls get a ton of shit just for existing - but it's almost double when they’re (loudly) confident, despite the fact that they should be that way!

so that respect and attraction he'll have for you will just be amplified and he’ll admire you even more (i hope this is coming off in a good way, the way I meant it - i can see this being misinterpreted but i can’t think of another way to word it - he’ll be like YES I’M SO GLAD YOU KNOW HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE AND YOU ALSO SAY FUCK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO THINKS OTHERWISE!!! THAT’S SO HOT OF YOU!!!)

& if someone says something shitty about you in front of him… - he’ll pick up on even the slightest jabs or comments or looks - and there’s no way jimin would be able to keep this cool. good luck to whoever tried to insult you.  >.< jimin will make them regret their entire existence let alone their comment

jimin’s still jimin, so he’d try to flirt with you, and if you meet that with the same energy? OH MAN he’ll fold (maybe even a little more if you somehow reject him… and definitely a lot more if you bring that energy into the bedroom)

pls i can't shake the idea of jimin being so so so happily dominated by a plus size woman and dominatrix.... his idea of heaven, actually

and when you have an insecure day he’ll remind you of your beauty and your confidence in any and *every* way possible.

and even though it all started with the attraction to confidence, it’s not like the attraction will fade off if you have an insecure day!!! he won’t even be a little angry about it - i can especially imagine him being so gentle and understanding. in fact, he'll be all over you

taehyung

i think taehyung would love your squishiness and your warmth <3 and more

i hope that doesn’t sound weird but let me explain the first bit

he would definitely squish your cheeks, in any scenario

like when you’re down and he’s reassuring you or taking care of you…

or even in a passionate kiss…. 

he will find any and every excuse to hug you, and his hugs are SQUISHYYY

it’s just so comforting to him

in taehyung’s eyes it’s all just warm and feel-good

he’ll love hugging you at the end of a long day - cuddles is just your default state together

but when he’s in ~the mood~ which I suspect is often, his hands will roam and he’ll go crazy…

especially for your hips!!!!

and your boobs, but mostly your hips

and when it comes down to ~ actually doing the dirty ~ oh he’ll think you’re BEAUTIFUL in the heat of the moment. he thinks you’re beautiful regardless, but ~during it~ he’ll  almost be in a high from just seeing you in that state…. he'll say that that's when you truly let go and feel like yourself and be yourself.

the type to swat your arm away if you tried using it to cover your tummy in photos

he’ll make you feel more loved than any other person, and he’d kiss and bite you everywhere…. especially your squishy bits. 

similar to jimin, he'd be incredibly attracted to your confidence

like if he just sees you shaking it at the club and calling yourself beautiful? loudly and proudly?

i honestly think taehyung would be so damn attracted to you that he'd be more clingy than he ever was

again, that energy and mindset of "the world gives me enough shit for existing so i might as well have fun and not give a damn" would be so refreshing to taehyung and he'll really respect and love you for it

jungkook 

this man will not leave you alone.

why? because he loves you, sure, but also because jungkook’s an ass man 

& he would be so obsessed with your butt

there’s!! just!! so!! much!! more!! to !! hold!! and !! slap!!!! and SQUISH!!!

and your THIGHS TOO?!?!??!? 

jungkook’s favorite places to let his hands rest while you’re making out.

i say “rest” loosely because guess what? he’s definitely squishing and feeling you up

he especially likes your thighs because they’re such a treat when he actually can squeeze them and hold them, whereas he has constant access to your butt, and your boobs, squeezing them on the regular. 

yeah, just accept that you're jungkook's sexy little stress ball

i mention squeezing and squishing a lot in this post but jungkook's the biggest criminal, he'll take any aNY opportunity to squish anything he can

which is why he'll have so much fun with you!! so much more to hold!! and squish!!

jungkook is a curious boy™️ so i think he’ll love tracing and feeling your stretch marks… he’ll be fascinated by them

something tells me jungkook won't easily pick up on slight jabs people make of you or even weird stares - but honestly it's just because he's too busy lovingly ogling you to notice.

but if you're ever insecure he’ll shower you with love… but if you ever doubt his love on any of your insecure days, he’ll be really hurt. 

also? I read this in a couple of pics but the idea never left my head:

jungkook would be determined to carry you. and like jin he will be determined to make sure you live out any sexual fantasy you had. he won’t take any shit about “I’m too heavy, etc etc” - he WILL carry you. first bridal style, then until he can lift you up during a kiss or during sex. then?…. he might just train to do the dirty dancing lift. this boy is determined.

he will simply refuse to let you miss out on anything just because you weigh a little more. so what? why shouldn’t he train a little more to carry you? especially considering putting on more muscle and making his girlfriend happy are two of his favorite things to do <3 

and if something in the world stops you from being able to experience a thing you want to, simply because you're chubby, he'll be so mad at the world that you'll have to end up consoling him.

he'll make sure you experience something even better though <3

[chimsworldsstuff]

BTS FF RECOMMANDATIONS

I still update everytime I read something!

KIM NAMJOON

Drunk texting | exes to lovers mini series | by @xpeachesncream

Prohibido | brothers's best friend au series | by @personasintro

Partners | strangers to lovers series | by @btssmutgalore

The art of war | exes AU series | ongoing | by @muniimyg

KIM SEOKJIN

To kill a King | historical fantasy world series | prince x OC | still ongoing | by @foxymoxynoona

By your side | roommates to lovers series | by @sodoyouknowbts

Forever | exes to lovers | by @oddinary4bts

PARALUMAN | love triangle ft. Jungkook series | by @muniimyg

Doe's peak | Hogwarts au one-shot | by @inkedtae

MIN YOONGI

Matilda | brother's best friend series | by @babystrcandy

Daydream | strangers to lovers (nurse x single dad) series | by @xpeachesncream

Schemin' | infidelity au | boss/employee series | by @dollfaceksj

Love lockdown | strangers to lovers (zombie apocalypse au) series | still ongoing | by @personasintro

Monachopsis | brother's husband au series | by @personasintro

Away from you | married couple au series | still ongoing | by @personasintro

Can't afford love | ex husband au series | by @dollfaceksj

Your universe | friends to lovers series | by @muniimyg

It takes two | best friends to lovers one-shot | by @xpeachesncream

JUNG HOSEOK

Soulmate | friends with benefits au series | by @bteezxyewriter12

Live, laugh, love | best friends to lovers | by @untaemedqueen

In good hands | smut one-shot | by @minisugakoobies

PARK JIMIN

I want to be with you | strangers (fan) to lovers long one-shot | by @oddinary4bts

Shifters | supernatural series | by @yoonia

Raise the barre | dance series au, rivals to lovers | by @kpopfanfictrash

The misadventures list | fake dating au | ongoing series | by @kimvvantae

Dance it off | enemies to lovers long one-shot | dancers au | by @kookdiaries

Believe it | friends to enemies to lovers long one-shot | by @writtenwhalien

Tainted | secret relationship AU | by @muniimyg

Paris in the rain | strangers to lovers series | still ongoing | by @sugarwithtea

Best of me | best friends to lovers series | by @writtenwhalien

KIM TAEHYUNG

The half-lycan | supernatural series | read Blood Moon Rising (Shifters series) first | by @yoonia

Crazy for you | (idol au) best friend's brother to lovers | by @oddinary4bts

Norway | couple journey long one-shot | by @edytae

Dad - dy | married couple one-shot | by @edytae

Patient love | best friend roommate au three-shot | still ongoing | by @writtenwhalien

JEON JUNGKOOK

Mutual help | best friends & fake dating au series | still ongoing | by @personasintro

Tell me what changed | fuckboy best friend au series | by @foxymoxynoona

Clash | enemies to lovers (neighbors au) series | still ongoing | by @matchagator

Confessions and confetti | friends to lovers one-sho | by @matchagator

Taste of a poison paradise | enemies to lovers AU | by @dollfaceksj

Motor head | friends with benefits one-shot | by @jeonjcngkook

Lowkey | friends to lovers (college au) & fake dating series | by @xpeachesncream

The millionaire and his lover | friends to lovers (CEO au) long one - shot | by @gukyi

Bands | stripper & idol AU | by @xpeachesncream

Libertine | f*ckboy and f*uckgirl au series | on going | by @msnanu

Denial | friends with benefits to lovers series | by @girlygguk

Liquid courage | strangers to lovers mini series | by @xpeachesncream

Hot in black | husband au one-shot | by @vminizzle

Hush Hush | brother's best friend au one-shot | by @sparklingchim

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

the devil said, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook's favorite thing to do is pretend to be innocent so the devil his woman corrupts fucks him just the way they both like.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; smut (fem reader, hair pulling, spit kink, (unspoken) corruption kink, slight shame / humiliation(?) kink, scratching / marking, m-receiving oral, ball torture, handjob, thigh riding, cum eating); non-idol!BTS - dom!reader x sub!JK; PWP; JK's POV

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“Give me more.”

When her fingers caressed his chin, he let himself succumb to her hold. This unique touch framed him, truly. Like art, he became more in her hands. He felt bad for everyone else, because how could anyone feel as perfect as he did right now? How could anyone feel as weightless as he did in this containment, his throat trapped between her index and middle fingers that laid right under his jaw, her thumb on his lower lip, pressing down and rubbing against his lip ring, toying with him?

She tipped her hand, and he looked into her eyes.

Trapped.

The fingers of her other hand tangled in his hair, pulling back harshly.

Stings of pain never tasted so sweet.

Those devilish eyes smiled at him before she did.

“P… Please…”

Her glistening pink tongue slid out.

Tracing a circle, flexible and strong, savoring the air between them.

He tried not to shiver. He tried not to be afraid, but he was, and he knew she could sense it. Knew she fed off fear like sustenance, knew that him trying to hide it only made it more delicious and so he continued with this brave façade that she broke down slowly, leisurely, pleasurably, forcing him to wait, leaning down to whisper against his lips, leaving him millimeters from her intoxicating kiss.

Just a little closer.

Every time her lips formed his name, he wanted to give up a little more.

“You’ve been waiting to play with me, haven’t you, Jungkook?”

She didn’t let him answer.

Simply pressed her lips to his and he devoured them, this hunger insatiable. He didn’t want to think about anything else. Just this pressure, this intensity, these powerful hands gripping his jaw and chin, and her sweet breath drifting into his mouth, ensnaring him in this daze-like passion. Lips so soft they reminded him of confectionery. Travelling touch over his neck and through his hair like a warm summer breeze, swept up in the heat, not even noticing how easily the buttons of his shirt were teased apart, so casually undone that the fabric slipped off his shoulders like liquid, water under the bridge that everyone told him not to cross.

Jeon Jungkook hadn’t listened.

He probably should have, considering now he was pleading for the devil to be by his window.

Every night.

Every day.

All the time.

Her tongue slipped into his mouth. Sweet saliva sliding down his throat and suddenly every cell in his body became more sensitive, high-alert, relentless temptation an aphrodisiac all on its own. He loved the way her hands splayed over his body and decorated him with passion, grazing fingers fanning like feathers over his skin, barely there and yet so unavoidable, suspending him in between dreams and reality.

Nowhere to escape.

Not that he wanted to.

People often told him he was wasting away with this obsession, but they had never tasted desire like this, never tasted the purity of lust with their tongue, never been possessed by this feeling of not knowing what would happen and yet feeling so comfortable, so safe in that feeling. Why give it up? Weightless without a worry as her fingernails sank into his hard thighs and forced them open, exposing his nakedness in the most shameful and shameless way, those devilish eyes locking with his.

Kisses on the edge of his lips.

His friends questioned if it was healthy. If one person should be so infatuated with another. If this was love or lust, but to Jungkook they were one and the same, better together, so tangled that no one knew the answer anymore. He loved that she needed nothing but her naked body to be the pure embodiment of decadent desire. It was so easy. One look, one touch, and he bent to her will right away. If it was unhealthy, he indulged anyway. If it was wrong, he wanted to be shackled to his crime.

He didn’t want it to end.

She spat on his cock.

His hips lurched, gasp tearing from his throat, heat pooling down his core. He wasn’t even hard yet, but she didn’t look, instead smirking in front of his face, only watching his reaction, the saliva clinging to her lip lightly flicked away by a finger. Warmth in his cheeks as they flushed. His pounding heartbeat in his throat, wanting more but too afraid to ask, breath so shallow he couldn’t get enough oxygen, shuddering as her fingernails danced up his naked thighs, bringing her body closer to him.

“You like that?” she purred.

Jungkook didn’t want to admit it, so he whimpered in response.

He didn’t expect this to happen. There was something about her, of course, something about how effortlessly he ended up slipping into conversations with her that seemed to always end up in vulnerable corners of his mind that he had previously felt too scared to explore, even with close friends. Mostly because he felt inadequate in explaining himself, and yet he found himself wandering into the haven that was her open mind. She listened. It was so simple and yet so compelling. Maybe he had crawled too quickly into that space. . Maybe he had too eagerly gone forward on his hands and knees, and suddenly he wanted more, wanted to be trapped in the allure of her lips, wanted to dream about the shape of her eyes, and, ah, that devilish smile, wanted to see it again and again, too ready to beg, more, give me more. It was dangerous to take it there, he knew.

He didn’t care.

She had only smiled, as if she expected this result.

Maybe all that was just part of her master plan to seduce him.

She spat on him again.

Instantly, Jungkook felt his cock swell.

His teeth caught his lower lip, biting down on the left side.

His fingers curled into the sheets, twisting them in his anticipation, happily drowning in this torture.

There was something so perfect about someone so beautiful doing something so crass. Something so lovely about curves and softness piercing him with jagged lust. Fear was just another word for arousal in this moment. His head tipped back as hers lowered. Hot breath feathered over his flexed, shivering chest.

“Look how hard you’re getting and all I’ve done is spit on you.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head, not because it wasn’t true but because it felt better to deny it, somehow more wrong and more right at the same time, an inexplicable shame that heightened his senses, unable to come down anymore, blinding himself with the beautiful stars of this headspace where he could give up everything to reach the highest peak of pleasure.

“N… No…”

“No?” she murmured, soft and sweet.

“It’s n-not true…”

He didn’t mind giving up like this.

Others his age were concerned about being an adult, yet no one seemed to know what that entailed or what it even meant. Here, Jungkook had the privilege of the purest enjoyment. Why worry about those meaningless things? Why settle for mediocrity, stressed in constant fear of being bad, when he could be so good at being bad? Why be an adult and resist temptation when she could give him everything he ever wanted? Why live if there was no passion in the spit splattering onto his skin?

He used to think, I can’t do that.

She had asked him, who told you that you can’t enjoy the things you like as long as you aren’t hurting anyone?

She spat on him a third time and Jungkook moaned, opening his eyes and looking down, seeing and feeling himself get harder without mouth or hand, rivets of slick liquid trickling down and clinging to taut skin, the twitching shaft catching the light wherever saliva resided, shiny and glossy, and he felt his cock stiffen as he drank in these details, strangely narcissistic in witnessing his growing erection.

“You do like it,” she hummed, kneading his thighs.

Jungkook nodded, breathless, both wanting to touch himself and wanting to be touched.

She leaned down and licked him all over.

Desire spread throughout his veins, to every nerve and every dark corner, gasping as he felt her hot tongue trace his length, his balls, the inside of his thighs, weightless, breathless he stared at the graceful line of her spine and the juicy curve of her naked ass, so perky and squeezable he longed to hold it in his hands, but his hands were too busy clutching the sheets, pinning himself to the bed so she could work on him without his interference, high on cloud nine, aching for the paradise that was the tight, wet hole of her skillful mouth.

He didn’t want to come down.

She swallowed his cock.

Warm all around, wrapped in tongue and lips and choked by her throat.

His eyes slid up to the ceiling as her mouth began to move back and forth. Saliva-slick muscles constricting around him, tongue running up and around the base of the tip, down to his balls, licking left and right, a perfect ring of power around the base of the head descending to the depths, as far as he could go, and, oh, how he wished he was even bigger, longer, greedy to feel more even though the overwhelming sensations were already too much, so soft, so tight, so inescapable. Her fingers locked around his balls and then her knuckles pulsed, sending a wave of near-uncomfortable pressure shooting through him, fuck, yes, oooh, yes, and was it wrong to admit he hoped for this because it forced him to last longer? Maybe, but there was something so heavenly about this hell. Too nice and everything would end too fast. Too rough and the heaven would be broken. Back and forth, wet sleeve, massaging his balls at the same time, one hand on his tense thigh. Her hair was gathered in a ponytail that curled around her shoulders, so perfectly pretty that he wished he could stop and film it. He thought, next time, but he was sure next time would be like all the time – mind and body too desperate for her attention to remember, forgetting all the things he was supposed to do to chase orgasms instead.

Responsibilities were such a nuisance.

He just wanted to fuck all day and all night.

Surely, she must have put him under some spell, but Jungkook figured he had probably asked for it.

“Harder… s-squeeze harder…”

She complied and he soared to new heights.

“Oooh, fuck, I’m so close, please, so close…”

She locked her grip around his balls, immovable and inescapable, consistent rhythm of her mouth amplifying somehow, sensations building on top of each other, and he was trying so hard, so hard not to be swept up in wave after wave of overwhelming ecstasy threatening to drag him under, irresistible, this high so high he couldn’t recall feeling it before, and he knew he was spoiled, spoiled because no matter how many times they fucked, it never got worse and only got better.

There must be a bit of the devil in this love.

Jungkook wasn’t complaining.

He was bad for thinking that but the kind of bad that meant good.

He tipped his head back and moaned, unable to take it anymore, shooting into the back of her throat, his hips flinching to pump it all out, shivering as he felt her swallow, prickling sensitivity stabbing though his hard, overly-stressed muscles, his eyes rolling back at the sweetness of sloppy kisses all over his twitching cock and then, once again, being enveloped in that blanketing, wet, addictive warmth, sucking up her spit and the remainder of his cum.

Jungkook knew all the things he liked about her holes.

Her mouth for the plethora of technique and precise skill.

Her ass for the wrongness and softness.

Her pussy for taking his soul, from the heady sweetness of her cum to the unrelenting power of her orgasm to the way she would clench around him and pull him in, closer, deeper, reduced to nothing but primal pleasure and breathless cries of tangled limbs. Smacking hips, lost breath, bodies consumed by the sensations. There was nothing like their joined orgasm, especially when she wrapped her hand around his neck while he fucked her, thinning his oxygen so the apex of the high knew no bounds.

It was an obsession.

He would chase her smirk. Prey on the things he knew she was afraid to admit, like how aroused she became at his pleading and how much she liked it when he pretended to be innocent and good, not-so-secretly waiting to be corrupted by her lust, pretending to resist so she could whisper in his ear, give up, don’t put up a fight.

She did something to him, something bad.

“You liked that...” she murmured.

Her hand curled around his head, cradling his skull in her fingers, corner of her lips rising in a mischievous smirk. Trailing her pointed manicure up his shaking chest. Stopped, digging her nails into the skin and muscle above his racing heart, making him groan at the delightful discomfort. Winding her grip into his hair, pulling, dragging him back into the heated pain at the exact moment that he was tempted to cool down, but how could he, how could he as their eyes connected once again, looking right into that enticing, intoxicating gaze?

“My darling?”

Low, sultry, sweet.

He surrendered to her whims.

“Y-Yeah…”

Closer, hand on his chest wandering to his collarbones, tracing them, stroking the tension away, closer, her body sliding between his legs like water, smooth thighs against his half-hard cock, closer, devilish smile teasing him. “Yeah?” Her tone feather-light in comparison to the visceral dance of her fingertips, the dainty sensations plucking at his nerves, instrumental to his arousal. “All I did was spit on your dick three times and you got hard right away.”

Heat all over and yet he refuted it, maybe more for his own pleasure than in the name of honesty.

“N-No…”

Her thigh rubbing against him and his lashes fluttered, gasping at the skin-to-skin.

“If you’re not truthful, I can’t give you everything.”

Pulling his head back by his hair, and then his throat was exposed to that wicked tongue, whining as her hand wrapped around his length, slow pump and giving him everything already but that was part of the game, y-yes, this reality that felt like a dream, yes what, my darling, firm grip, precise pressure, so tight and so good, her hard nipples pressed to his heaving chest, yes, o-oh, I like all the things you do to me…

“Even the bad things?”

Gasping, so much pleasure his nerves were on fire, his mind hazy, nothing but her pace and her whisper against his quivering throat right under that sly smile.

“Especially… especially the bad things… oh, fuck…”

Jungkook couldn’t explain it. Didn’t know how. There was no one else. Would never be anyone else. He would rather die than be in a world without her, without this. Her hand just didn’t feel as good as his own hand. She yanked at his hair, stinging pain, and he liked it more because she liked it, crying out, wanted more pain to tempt her more, wanted her to want him more. Wanted her to know that there was no one else that could take what she gave as well as he could. He was so good, so good, so good and so ready to be bad, thrusting his hips up into her brutal pace, feeling his body erupt in shivers, tingling nerves singing all over his tense limbs, suspended in sensations. Oh, her tongue, her lips, her devious intent, all of it coaxing him to crave it, chase it, beg for it, more, p-please, more, don’t stop, the bites, the licks, the lengthy kisses, the wispy moans vibrating between him and her, melding together with the harsh sound of her jacking him off.

No one around to hear, no one around to know, no one but the corrupter and the corrupted intertwining, lost in the carnal delight.

“F-Faster, a-ah, yes, like that, fuuuuck…”

Couldn’t stop.

Her thighs wrapping around his.

So close.

Wet pussy rubbing against his burning muscle, so tense and hard it almost hurt, all his senses heightened at their closeness, the honey scent of her arousal so potent, slick folds creating intoxicating friction, hot breath against his neck, his eyes in the back of his head, commanded by her hand, so tight, so firm, begging for it not to end, so close, jaw clenched, his bedsheets balled into his fists, pitifully moaning her name like a prayer.

Couldn’t stop.

His orgasm shot through him.

Core tight and Jungkook gasped, hips flinching and spilling onto the back of her hand, his thigh, her thigh, everywhere in the uncontrollable twitches, so much, white lines painting their bodies, the strong scent of sex saturating the air, thick and heavy, and he couldn’t think, mind blank, his eyes squeezing shut as he felt her slit flex and pulse against his hard thigh, smearing sweetness onto his taut, shivering skin, she smells so fucking delicious, and he was almost regretful, wasting their precious orgasms in this madness, but then he felt her lips kissing his trembling shoulder, soft and sublime and seductive, and he regretted nothing.

There would always be more times to taste more.

To have more.

She pushed his head down to that devilish smile and he lost himself in her delicate, dangerous kisses, so many but never enough, taking her hand while locked in those addictive lips, bringing it up, cum and all, slipping their fingers between their tongues.

Tasting himself.

Heart swelling as he felt her smile against his fingers before wrapping her lips around them, licking them off as he licked her hand clean. She hummed in satisfaction. She was pleased. Pleased at the dirty action he initiated, his heartbeat fluttering at the thought, and he did these things just so he could hear the devil say.

“More.”

He moaned, to his hand and her lips.

Jungkook knew his innocence brought the devil out of her and he loved it.

“Give me more.”

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masterpost

inspired by 'sugar rush ride' and 'devil by the window' artist: tomorrow by together

[snow-143]

Water Coloured Tears | Jeon Jungkook

six- late night inspo (1.7k words)

'You're late.' I say without looking up at him.

'And you're as blunt as usual I can see.'

Finally, looking up at him, I squint my eyes before replying, 'Don't change the topic. Why are you late?'

'I had something to take care of.'

'Look, if you aren't going to take this project seriously just say that from the get go. At least that way I can prepare to pick up your slack, so I don't fail.' My voice is a little more accusatory than it could be.

'I'm only 15 minutes late. Chill.' He's finally sat down, across from me, levelling us out.

Managing to soften my voice, I return to my previous point, 'You are going to take this seriously, right?' 

'Yes, y/n, I'm taking this seriously. I really just had to deal with something.'

'Okay. Then lets get to work. I was thinking we could both brainstorm on our individual pieces today. I have a couple of ideas, and I'm sure you do to.' I can't help but smile thinking about the art we could make together. We used to always come up with the craziest ideas together, they may not have always come out as we imagined, but we always had fun.

'That sounds good. What do you have in mind?' He's smiling now too.

'Get your sketchbook out, and I'll tell you. That is if you remembered to bring it.' It was meant to come off as harsh, but it came out far to soft, as if I was joking with him like old times.

'Shit...'

'Jungkook, I swear to god if you tell me you've forgotten it again I will shove this eraser down your throat.'

It's silent for a minute before be bursts out laughing, retreating his beaten up book from his bag. 'Not funny.' And with that I fling the rubber off his head, hitting a perfect bullseye.

This does nothing to sober up his laughing, if anything it made it worse. He's now hunched over the bench making a massive scene out of it all. 'God. You're scary when you're angry, you know that?'

'I've been told once or twice.' I let out a little laugh at this.

When he finally straightens up it's my turn to laugh at the others expense. A massive red mark has formed right in the centre of his forehead. 'Damn I have an extraordinary shot, maybe I should've gone with sport. My talent is obviously being wasted here.'

'Very funny.' He rubs the red splotch on his head cursing, 'How bad is it?'

'What? Worried it'll put off the flock of women always surrounding you?'

'Oh, trust me, It'd take a lot more than this to deter them.' He's smirking now, and It's putting an end to my fit of laughter.

'Right, sorry. Forgot you were like some sort of Greek god here.' I scoff.

'You jealous? Because you sound jealous.' He's still smirking, god do I wish I could slap that smirk off of his face.

'Jungkook, I've seen you playing Barbies with your little sister. Trust me, I do not see in you whatever every other girl on this campus sees in you.'

As soon as I'm finished talking it's like his whole demeanour has changed. He's not smirking any more, so I guess I got my wish.

'So about the individual pieces, how exactly do you think we should go about it?' Is all he replies.

Ignoring the lump in my throat I open my sketchbook and show him what I've planned so far. They aren't very detailed, but they show the overall message I'm trying to put forward.

By the end of my little presentation he's smiling again, and I can't help but feeling a little shy. We've spent hours showing each other our art but after all this time I feel like I'm laying my soul out to him.

Art has always been the way I express myself, and I'm always worried that maybe I'm showing too much.

I've only done sketches for 3 pieces. Technically 4. One that I'm planning on making out of stained-glass, it'll be made up of multiple different parts that hang from the ceiling to make an overall image. The second one is a drawing of a man, that may or may not resemble Jungkook, comforting a little girl, who may or may not resemble me as a child- representing someone healing your inner child. Of course, I'll have to find a way to incorporate the photographs, but I'm sure I'll be able to make up some pretentious explanation.

And lastly there's a sketch of 2 sculptures, both resembling me and Jeon. I must say I enjoyed drawing him far too much, and I'm sure I'll enjoy sculpting his face even more. They count as 2 pieces as we will make them separately, but they also fit together. I've drawn them, so they have cloth covering their eyes that can be removed. I'm also planning on having LED lights in their eyes, so we can change the prospective of them. We can arrange them in many different ways; with them facing away with the fabric covering their eyes, them facing each other with different colour settings on the lights to represent emotions, etc.

I've explained all of this while showing him the drawings. Him adding a little hum here and there, never interrupting me.

The sculpture is the only one of his that I've planned as I wanted it to be a joint project and for the rest I don't want to control his creativity.

'I know I've planned ahead a lot, and we still need to incorporate the pictures, but I'm sure we can think of a way to incorporate them. And for the others we can centre it more around the pictures. It's okay if you don't like the sculpture idea it's your project too, but I just thought-'

'This is amazing, y/n.' He cuts off my rambling. Closing the book I look away from his gaze.

'It's just a rough idea. You can put in any input you like.'

'Actually, I have a couple ideas myself.' Looking over at him, hinting at him to elaborate, I notice he's still smiling. It's gentle, admiring almost.

After a moment he breaks from my gaze, focusing on his sketchbook instead. 'There not as detailed as yours but... I just had a burst of inspiration last night and this morning.'

He's rubbing the back of his neck now, a nervous habit of his. I'm the one smiling now, he always did get inspired at random times. He'd go months without even picking up a pencil sometimes and then seemingly at random times he'd get 'inspiration' and then you'd never see him without his face buried in a sketchbook.

'Is that why you were late?' Glancing at me, he gives me a shy smile.

'Sort of.' He says before opening his book.

While he's flicking through his drawing, trying to find the most recent drawings in the unorganized mess I decide to try and get a look at his other drawings. It may be an intrusion, but I'm curious on how his style has changed over time.

'What was that?' I ask after he rushes to turn the page.

'Nothing. It was nothing.' That was definitely not nothing. There is a high chance I have lost my mind because I can't believe what I just saw.

It was a drawing of me. A drawing of a picture I posted on my Instagram over a month ago at least. Except the background was different.

In the actual photo I'm laying on my bed, but in his drawing I'm in a field of flowers. One that looks suspiciously like one next to his childhood home.

And surely that can't be right. It makes a lot more sense that I've finally lost it.

Deciding that I did infant hallucinate it, I focus on the drawing he's stopped on instead.

It's a beautiful drawing. If he hadn't told me that he only started on it last night I'd easily believe that he spent hours on it.

It's a drawing of a girl. Me. This I can accept as the whole project has to revolve around the other person. Except it's not just a regular drawing of me. I'm sat in a dark room with my legs crossed and my arms up in the air, looking more carefree than I truly have felt in months. My smile is bright, blinding.

But the thing that catches my focus the most are the angel wings I've got. They almost look like they're shining in contrast to the dark background. There's a bright light coming off of me lighting up the surrounding space.

'I um, I already have a photo to represent this one.' Looking up at him, we lock eyes.

I don't even know what to say. It's beautiful. I look beautiful. He truly is an amazing artist if he could show someone he clearly has some sort of disdain for in such a positive light.

Before I can even compose myself to ask any questions he's clearing his throat and looking away. Getting one last look at the drawing, I watch as he turns the page.

The next sketch is one where we are hugging. I'm basically a rainbow incarnate, full of colour. Whereas he looks like the storm clouds that hide the prism of colour away from sight. There's a bright light in both of our chests. But where we're connected in the embrace my colour is leaking into him. At first, I think it's a beautiful concept until I realise that where he's gaining colour I'm losing it. He's draining me of it. Leaving those parts of me a dark void whereas he's being filled with my light.

'I also have a picture for this one.' This time I don't look up at him. I don't think I can.

'These are insanely good Jungkook.' Swallowing the lump in my throat, I ask what we should do this Wednesday.

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a/n: first saturday i haven’t been at work in like a year so i figured i’d write last night instead of sleeping :)

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crushing on a friend.txt

━ type: bts x gn! reader  ━ navigation

━ about: fluff + crack + some smut ━  pictures taken from Pinterest

━ a/n: [..] means an upcoming 18+ segment so if you're not a fan of that, feel free to skip. Just wanted to write something easier so headcanons it is

━  can be read as a continuation of "you're a friend of a friend"

━ previously posted on soraviii

NAMJOON:

art galleries, raspy laughter, late-night bike rides with your hands wrapped tight around his warm waist is what you must be thinking

and well, it is true

but the first thought that crosses his mind is:

"shit"

he's kind of a goof and the universe has conspired to make his life an utter hell

so mostly his grand romantic gestures crumble like a tower of wet, rotten cards

bike rides? ends up driving into a bramble

bought you flowers? ends up tripping and hurtling the bouquet underneath a car

but enough about Joon taking L's

so obviously the situation is not ideal and halfway he doesn't even understand these feelings he's slowly gaining knowledge of

has probably googled "heart fast rate why???"

(it's because you fixed his shirt, drama queen)

asks you to be travel buddies!

Switzerland, Chicago, Amsterdam, wherever he goes, he asks you to join

"It's normal to ask friends on a trip, right," he reasons to himself

loves to have you hanging around his hotel room

lays back on the bed with the TV in the background and talks to you about anything that comes to mind then

often has meals with you

late night snacks in the hotel room, dinner in a cafe abroad, breakfast brunch squeezed in between his hectic schedule

giggles a lot

giggles x 10 when drinks, say, on one of those late-night dinners

oh, 100% a giggly, blushing mess when dining with you and intoxicated; the whole world becomes so fuzzy and nice because he's with you and even if you're not together you're friends and enjoying each other's company

does get more nervous around you, to the point you can definitely spot the difference

becomes more silly, is more concerned about making you laugh

touchy

uses any and all possible excuses to grab you by the waist

bike comes too near? grabs you by the waist to "protect " you

you're in a crowded place? grabs you by the waist so you don't get lost

if you got a special interest and or hobby, does his due research and often brings up said topic

then gets that dopey look in his eye as he watches you rave on excitedly

like the kind that has cartoon hearts in his eyes

everyone can tell he has a thing for you

you're so present in his life that people have started calling you mini Mon :(

when he catches feelings begins to call you cute 24/7

because he likes cute things :(

even if you two are around common friends, sticks to your side the entire time and talks with you more than anyone else

asks you to take his Instagram pics mostly because if he's on a walk, you're there with him

if you've got social anxiety, frequently checks up and lets you know you can use him as a "get me out of here quickly" card

will immediately fake a yawn and go "this has been fun but I've got a busy day tomorrow, see ya"

you're breathing the outside air in under a minute if that happens

always assures you that it's completely fine if you want to leave; you shouldn't torture yourself for the sake of other people

(always wants to rub your back when this happens but he restrains himself, keeping his palm to his side even as it burns on and on to just reach, to just feel your warmth)

doesn't go to your place often but when he does it's healing

late-night talks with a drink of your choice

he doesn't want to trouble you too much but with a little bit of nudging he ends up spilling his worries and anxieties

listens thoroughly to your advice

if you don't know something, let's say about an art installation or how one specific tax works, always frees the time to explain it

you could have problems with registering for something and once he sees the message, puts things aside to voice message you on what to do

he doesn't call all that often but if he does you know he's missing you like crazy

doesn't say it, of course, he's not there yet to confess quite so soon but you can tell - his voice is gentle and deep, and he doesn't enunciate his words properly cause he's just so tired, but he couldn't sleep without hearing your voice

if you have the hots for someone, where before he would tease you about it, make some (savage) fun about it, now he's choked by jealousy

"you're constipated or something?" you ask him, peering dubiously over the table

"No, why?" with furrowed brows, he sputters.

"You're making a face. That face," you gesture vaguely around his envenomed expression. "You usually make that face when your gut stops working."

"It's working just fine," he scoffs. "You're just a gross little gremlin."

"Jeez, all I said was that the waiter is hot you don't need to - THERE'S THAT FACE AGAIN!"

if you have a partner...

please, just don't, 'cause this has been fun and it won't be any more

Namjoon gets sullen, he feels like he's doing something wrong, the very act of falling in love with you as he knows with unshakeable certainty you return home to someone you call love...

well, he'd rather just lay down in the snow and wither through the ground

so just, please, don't have a partner, he won't stop you, of course, Namjoon is perfectly aware he can't ask anything of the kind from you when he's keeping quiet about his feelings but still...it'd break him, not completely, but enough to make it hurt

plays with your fingers :((

always cuts it short with an awkward cough as though to suggest he'd done it without realizing it, because he's too wrapped up in himself to tell you that he's in love but still does it time after time

if you get along with Monie, he sulks

"He likes everyone more than me."

and if you don't...

then just scolds the poor thing lmao

"They mean well, why you're such a spiteful dog (-_-)"

[..]

has masturbated and thought accidentally about you before realizing his crush

afterwards, he couldn't look you in the eyes for 3 to 7 business days

not so rarely fantasizes about you while getting off and then immediately feels guilty about it

probably moans your name with praise as his eyes scrunch shut and he gets lost in the unfolding scene of his frenzied brain

ngl probably thinks of blowjobs a lot

favourite go-to fantasy is you making eye contact as your mouth is wrapped around him

sometimes he forgets about all the technicalities of what could be, what is and what he wants to be and lets himself slip

that usually involves compliments, tugging you onto his lap, giving fleeting kisses anywhere except your lips, saying he's better than whomever you find hot

straight up asking would you sleep with him

(has done so only once out of fear of scaring you away)

when hit with unbridled jealousy, puts his hand around your shoulder, and refers to you as "mine" despite knowing you will have questions about this he can't help himself

subtly checks you out especially if you're wearing something more revealing than usual

if you're showing signs of being flustered...

oh, boy, you're in a world of trouble

"come here," in that deep ass voice

if you want his opinion on an outfit, he 100% leans back and asks you to give him a twirl

likes to stare at you, not even thoroughly sexually but he just likes to zone out and admire you from a near distance

sometimes calls you "baby" mostly when thinking of something else and forgets you're not officially his baby, just one in his mind

YOONGI:

either takes the longest time out of seven to fall in love with a friend or the shortest, there's literally no in between

the type to find everything you do cute

he doesn't verbalize it but you can see it on his face

the enraptured smile he has around you!

might as well scream to the entire cosmos he's caught a bad case of feelings

incurable one at that

the easiest how to tell of his feelings is his enthusiasm to contact and/or meet you

calls out of the blue and plays it off completely casual

confused, you see the ID and pick up the call on one unassuming late evening

"Did you sit on your phone or something?" you frown

"Can't I sometimes check if you're alive or not? Is it a crime?"

ever think he's too cocky for his own good?

pull up the picture of him in the maid outfit - instantly humbled

but this works only once, afterwards, he just leans into it and says his legs look sexy or something

roasts you

he's in love with you but Yoongi will remain Yoongi

he's soft about it however and secretly enjoys if you give him back the same attitude

sneaky yet deliberate hand holding

frequently lets his hand brush up against yours

it's like a drug to him

does things for you (acts of service king!) like say, peel tangerines for you, cut up fruits, peel shrimp

shares his food with you, especially the things you like

if you're out eating somewhere makes sure they have your favourites

praises might be rare but you know he believes them whole-heartedly

once in every blue moon arranges a get-away, particularly if you've complained about being stuck at home too much

the boys all inspect him with big, wide eyes wondering what could he possibly need the weekend free for

"______________ wants a change of scenery."

"oooOOooooooooOoo _______________ wants a change of scenery ~~~"

they rip into him without mercy for being such a simp

and if anything goes wrong, when it's supposed to be p e r f e c t

he becomes genuinely upset

"Can I not get nice things just once? Just this once can something not go to shit!"

doesn't, of course, flip out often, if ever, just sometimes it occurs and he's very sulky

you can reach him 24/7 (he's always on that damn phone T-T)

will scold you if you have bad eating habits

"Turns out I have not one Holly, but two," he grumbles, shuffling through your door with a takeout in hand. "I have to make sure you're fed and with enough liquids. At least, Holly has cute ears."

"I'm not your pet!" peeved, you turn to glare at him, but Yoongi only shrugs.

"Could've fooled me."

hOld hIs HaND nOw

it legitimately twitches if yours is anywhere near

if he's not super tired, is constantly cracking jokes around you

definitely lets himself be more playful with you than at the start

when he's jealous, he just looks disgusted like on the brink of vomit

obviously, you don't receive an explanation as to why his face looks as though he was just forced to lick a toilet bowl

proper gentleman

patiently waits for you to get ready

subtle but frequent touching

fidgets a lot and stares awkwardly away, cause he's just so shy when it comes to you

"how many stares until marriage"

he'd rather die than admit that question is in his google search

off-handedly, tells you you're pretty

sometimes ties your shoes??

[..]

darts his tongue over his lips when he finds you sexy

also, gets this zoned-out look in the eye

like his soul leaves his body for a second

if you wear something rather fitting or revealing, he swallows nervously and rasps that you look good

it's not that he doesn't ever think of you in that way, wondering how would it feel like or that he doesn't not want to jack off to the thought of it, but more like he doesn't allow himself??

like he can let his mind wander and then realize the direction of where this is winding up on and he goes: "No! No."

this is the one aspect I think he would oppress quite hard

mostly because it feels weird for him to make these hypothetical scenarios and then look you in the eyes all without saying a word

almost in a way he pushes these thoughts off until and if you get together

that said has had a session with himself in which the main fantasy was eating you out on a piano, legs quivering around the sides of his head as you yanked harshly on his hair

JIN:

winks

constantly

subtly touchy

say, instead of holding your hand he shakes it

every time you meet, he's just like "welcome, hello." *shakes your hand*

lame jokes and wordplay about you lowkey dating him

clings to you like a koala if it's cold

particularly fond of back hogging

not hugging, hogging

try and get rid of him when he's in the clingy mood

does the absolute most if you're not paying attention to him

if you're on the phone when he's talking - will pinch you

sometimes breaks into your house

you wake up one day, wondering why the hell is TV going off at full volume

and you see Jin lounging on the couch, eating cereal (yours ofc) and tossing a casual greeting:

"You took your time. If I'd been a burglar, you'd be so dead."

crashes at your place when is his drunk giggly self

imagine JK's birthday live

but he doesn't leave lolol

so the thing is, he has joked about wanting to kiss you for a long time

teasing before, just being silly, without meaning quite anything

which guarantees him a sort of immunity now

as he still jokes about wanting to kiss you, maybe even puckering up his lips just to see your reaction

but where you think it's a joke, he means it oh so earnestly

responds with "you're cute" when you say something gross

"oh, I'm going to hurl all over these fucking stairs"

"ur cute" *cue drunken swaying*

constantly is hounding to get some drinks

maybe because it’s less conspicuous than dinner

maybe because if he’d see you, cheeks glowing in the candle light across the table

he’d have to have an untimely funeral 

but jokes, of course, on him

cause you’re no less lovely sitting by a bar, laughing at his jokes, face and gaze flushed with inebriated joy

avoids eye contact like his life depends on it cause it does

you know of “hyung will do it” now get ready for “honey will do it”

quite possibly squabbles with you as he instantly jumps into things to help you out

shamelessly uses you as an excuse to not go out or get away from a social gathering 

“Ah, you see,” he smiles, the fake little bitch. “__________’s tummy is making funny noises, better to avoid unnecessary evacuation.”

presses you for a crumb of affection but when you give it, vehemently protests - ears, neck, face bright fucking red

politely yet savagely rips apart any love interest you might have

“But who am I to judge?” he says smugly once finished destroying some poor stranger who made eyes at you

repeats your whining in a cutely mocking tone

goes off in your texts and calls if he’s even mildly annoyed

which is how you get the learn the precious knowledge of how Jungkook had his toe stuck in Jin’s asscrack for a fleeting second 

the more resistant you are to play along with some of his jokes, the eager he is to make them 

yes, your mortification provides him much needed joy

can and will literally come over just to do dishes and dip without any explanation

okay, so he’s over a lot

has a fruitless ongoing debate of why should some of his things be at your home

It’s for cOnVeNieNcE, says he

and not at all because he has the delusional idea that he can move in first and then become your partner

he’s your little house husband 

constantly has gifts for you

especially when he visits, which, as mentioned, is all the time 

often comes bearing fruits and snacks, but the presents have included and not been limited to - a jumper, a jacket, fridge magnet, shitty freebie, matching couple bracelets, tickets to a show and, of course, the most noteworthy - his own signed selfie

he hangs it up in the entry hallway

and, despite how many times you remove it, it’s always somehow there the next day 

along with heavy stream of complaints about how unappreciative you are of being friends with a superstar

jokes this time on you, he thinks you’re the star 

nap in his presence and be prepared to be made fun of, bothered and getting air blown in your ear

sometimes lets his intrusive thoughts win and bites your hand 

cooks for you and makes such a fuss about it

even as you point out he’s not fucking invisible and you can, in fact, see his grin spreading from cheek to cheek 

[..]

much like Yoongi, it’s not that Jin’s the innocent soul out there and lives without harbouring a single impure thought about you 

that’s not the case

but more so he simply does not allow himself to often venture there

it’s not polite first of all and second, he doesn't wield the best poker face against you 

but if he lets himself wander…

oh boy, imagine it nasty, imagine it wild, and with no small amount of soft domming

just for the sheer torture, he might not touch himself at all and just think of scenarios

is particularly fond of overstimulating fantasy and you pleading out to him in soft whimpers, clutching at his broad shoulders

that fantasy wholly fulfils his wish to be needed and it’s a secret pleasure of his

hearing fantasy you praising him about how he’s taking care of you like no one else…

well, it makes his entire skin burn as though fevered

sometimes his fantasies include light bondage and food play,  both on you and him

has cracked a sharp smirk imagining how would it feel like to be tied to the bedpost and be had in your way - scratched, marked, absolutely drained dry and punished

in those scenarios, he always imagines you jealous

he likes thinking about you being jealous

it ties back to the being needed wish fulfilment of his 

Jin himself doesn’t often get jealous but when he does he becomes authoritative

guides you away from the conversation; firmly puts down all your protests and points out why that person is no good for you

sometimes whispers in your ear to do something without whining

that is the riskiest he’ll get

but that inquisitive line of whether you’d obey his order or be a brat fuels him like no other

HOSEOK: 

the only one whose feelings are not in fact typed in 108-size letters on his face, in bold print, mind you 

so out of all the boys, he would be capable of keeping up the front for years

and quite believably so 

he thinks about it a lot - what would happen if he did confess, what if he didn’t, would it change anything?

but that currently is only for him to know

what he shows to you is exactly what you make him - the best of himself

sometimes you see how sulky and depressed he becomes, but it’s not as much as he puts a facade in front of you when that frown turns it to smile

(well, partially it does but he also knows you can see right through his masks, that’s why you’re so scary; so scary and lovely at the same time)

it’s not so much of a pretence as much as he genuinely feels his heart lighten whenever you’re around

is deathly afraid of disappointing you and maybe it does make a foundation on why he doesn’t come outright about his feelings

but that’s the story for another time

in this situation, it means, however, you are an exclusive guest of his world

no, not guest - citizen

quietly consults you on things that he struggles with and in return earnestly listens to yours

becomes a glue in your life

whenever something threatens to chip off, be it your confidence, your stability or financial state, he’s first in line to help 

holiday periods are the most stressful time

because he’s always searching for the best possible gift for you 

it has to be  p e r f e c t

perfect gift for his perfect person

which is why he collects detailed mental notes about everything you say you want and/or need

and along with that never fails to gift something handmade

pots, jewellery, even if it’s something stupid like a worm figurine, you know he meant it explicitly for you and tried his very best 

actually doing those things in his free time is a stress relief

because when he’s there, in the dark studio, alone and buckling under pressure, the thought of your smile is the only thing that keeps him from snapping completely 

has picked up knitting solely to make you some mittens

now, look me in the eye and tell me that the image of Hoseok dripped out in an absolute rockstar of an outfit knitting a bright yarn with a focused expression doesn’t melt your heart 

often calls you after award ceremonies, shows, concerts, flights

voice tired and fragile; he just needs some comfort

so largely a late-night phone call is a semi-routine

but when you meet, Hobi has no time to rest - it's time to feed and care for you

has a thing for offering you food

doesn’t flirt often but when he does…

…loses all shame 

usually laughs afterwards to brush it off

at times, gets really nervous around you 

notably in settings that make one think this is a date

bounces his knee like crazy if you’re sitting near him and he can feel the warmth radiating off your body 

*opens up one button of his shirt* you’re interested in this ;)?

pretty much allows you to do anything you want 

loves to style you 

falls for your traps all the time

you can pout and whine, and he’ll get anything

will drop everything if you call him crying

pays so much attention to all your details he prepares things before you even arrive and/or ask for them

say, you’ve been sneezing a lot, has tissues nearby

say, you’ve got a hydrating schedule, pours you a glass of water before you even get up to do it

invites you to places all the time

even if he knows you’re going to decline

the point is he’ll always be there to greet and hang out with you 

actually battles with you when you put yourself down

all the things you point out as ugly, he reframes as “cute”

has taken about a thousand of your pictures

for one week he made one as his lock screen but then changed it out of fear you’d notice

at times, he holds your face in his palms 

for a short amount of time but it makes both of you feel butterflies

gives the dryest, most judgmental look to whomever tries to make a pass at you 

he doesn’t even say anything merely one look can make a person lose all their self worth

often invites you to dance, always assuring that you don’t need to be coordinated or anything, he just wants you to enjoy yourself 

[..]

gets off on the thought of you quite regularly 

has literal library of fantasies about you

most of them downright nasty

filthy and rough is his go to 

including but not limited to, fucking you in doggystyle and holding your arms crossed behind your back

has a thing for smudged mascara streaks 

and probably spitting in your mouth

at his horniest, imagines a sloppy blowjob, pushing your head down on his cock and hearing you gag repeatedly 

very much is driven by hard domming and allowing himself to feel like you’re his

which, of course, does hollow him out a bit when he realises the stark opposite in reality 

he doesn’t exactly have a problem about picturing you in various dirty scenarios 

as, no matter what he imagines, he never ever projects it onto you - he fully realises this is his own mind and he’s intended to keep all these fantasies there

even if you got together I don’t think he would confess what he thought 

he’d just brush it off casually - that yes, he has had some sexual thoughts about you but he wouldn’t get into it 

likes mostly to jack off on the bed as that’s where his fantasies revolve around

he knows he can’t shake off these thoughts as he has tried and failed so he leans into them but this is a very private and secretive part of himself Hoseok never wants to share 

JIMIN: 

no matter where or when, is always ready to meet you 

at times, you’re the only thing that gets him out of the bed

good old fashioned Jimin things - shameless, needy for touch and with a big whooping praise kink

fail to compliment him and you’ll get those upset eyebrows, pout and whining combo

has a kink for your thighs

doesn’t matter what kind they are, big, thin, hate them or love them, he’ll have his hand there and be damned if anyone tries to remove it ;)

you can suggest any plans and he’ll happily join you 

you want to stay home? he’ll stay in your home too lmao 

kisses, so many kisses

and it’s only because it’s Jimin that you don’t notice because he’s affectionate to everyone, right?

particularly fond of neck kisses

and hickeys, the possessive little bi-

oh, and nosing at your neck, he loves it all 

constantly piles up food onto your plate 

sometimes he wakes up and is extra in love with you 

on those days there’s nothing past his lips but rows of giggles

at other times, he wakes up pissed off and tired

he doesn’t speak at all then but still holds your hand 

to let you know he’s not mad at you but at the world

you’re his happiness fairy how could he ever be mad at you 

when he falls in love he becomes uh…gentler

like before his method of waking you up would be to toss a pillow into your face or just jump on top of you, now he’s a tad calmer about it

never ever get sick 

he loses his mind then

gets jealous quite easily 

he’s well aware of it but, damn it, sometimes the sharpness just slips 

“Why don’t you run off to your other friends if they’re so wonderful?”

crawls back in like 5 minutes afterwards

but if you piss him off…

…still forgives you

the longest he’d been mad at you was two days 

he wholeheartedly believes you can do no wrong

the literal embodiment of: “I have done nothing wrong, ever, in my life. “I know this and I love you.”

someone could complain of how you cussed them out and punched them for good measure and at most Jimin would arch an eyebrow, and ask dryly: “what were you doing provoking them?”

speaking of, doesn’t shy away from saying “I love you”

will show up on your doorstep if you don’t contact him for like…a day lol

“so…like…” he pants, out of breath. “You’re busy or something? What’s going on?"

mentioned before, but it deserves a spotlight - constant touching; rarely his hands are completely away from you 

loves to squeeze you like a stress ball, especially, how to say it, if you’re curvier in some places

doesn’t function well (re. at all) if you have a love interest on the side

literally doesn’t matter how great they are, Jimin thinks they’re below you 

has probably been confronted by many of your possible dates, love interests, and partners, because it’s so obvious he’s in love with you 

MOREOVER, he just acts like such a boyfriend thus most people stay far away from you as Jimin glares daggers across the distance

another one to designate you as a travel buddy

has schemed the evergreen “there was only one bed” trope

the only thing it lead to was him having atrial fibrillation for several hours as you snored softly by his side

will sit in your lap, will tug you into his lap, literally doesn’t matter, either way, is heaven

hour-long conversations occur with alarming frequency

without fail asks often how much you like him

he just needs to hear that confirmation

gorges on your snacks >:(

so incredibly focused on you, he can almost read your mind 

you don’t even have to say it, if you’re sad, he’ll understand and will begin to comfort you 

prefers to watch you without you realising, be it right by your side or across the room, he’ll have a small, proud smile blossoming on his face wherever you should be

fond of dragging - by the waist, by the hand, will lug you around if he wants to :)

might just be your biggest fan

practically lives at your place lol

“Just trust me!” 

usually, you end up getting into some shit after he says this

hounds you to cook for him

probably sets his own selfie as your lock screen

add a heart to his contact number or face the consequences :)

sings at you often

has somehow gotten a hold of your childhood pictures and does treasure them like his own heart

has tried to kiss you a thousand times but always chickens out at the very last second

what if he ends up losing you? that’s just not a thought he can ever bear

[..]

insatiable thirst 

another one who doesn’t feel all too guilty about thinking of you in that way lmao

he just reckons that these thoughts will happen so instead of pretending he can stop them, Jimin just lets them unfold in his own privacy

doesn’t have set roles like either he wants to dom or be dommed

he just wants you, so it ends up switching a lot

has thought about you scolding him, tying him up and leaving pretty nail marks 

has also thought about tying you up and them overstimulating so much tears are running down your cheeks

probably has had both of these fantasies in the same night

that said, has some kinks that appear frequently 

praise

cock worship 

the way his ego gets stroked thinking of you going haywire about his ehm…endowment 

you professing you’re his is a must in every scenario

sensual BDSM is also one of his faves

blindfolds, silk bondage, wax play

everything that asks for equal trust and submission (on both sides) drives him nuts

might even edge himself with these fantasies

picture them in clear detail and not even touch himself

so that eventually the relief is so overwhelming, he gets dizzy

definitely moans your name 

blatantly checks you out

holds intense eye contact just to see you get flustered

gets inappropriately and insanely hard when you’re mean and fired up

going to a club with Jimin, means a lot of grinding and whispering in your ear

presses your delirious, intoxicated figure into his, so close that at one point you could swear that the point of where you ended and he began was obliterated

has lowkey sent you his nudes and asked which one looks better

probably has had hookups with other people and couldn’t get off if he didn’t pretend it was you 

that’s the only thing he’s ever gotten conflicted about

TAEHYUNG:

Bold, with a capital B

acts like your boyfriend, no question about it

good night texts

weird, cryptic, out-of-context selfies and videos sent in the middle of the night

your gallery has 1001 pics of Tannie

and also his fe- *gunshot*

gets so giggly if you’re jealous

it’s honestly hilarious that you feel the need to worry about him not being enamoured with you 

lives to tease you 

if you’re more a tsundere and/or reserved type…

…lord help you 

he will make it his life mission to smother you in love

lowkey kidnaps you for car rides and to accompany him on the chores 

shameless about asking for attention and affection

he’ll just take it if you’re stubborn T-T

sends you love songs passed off as music recommendations 

loves to surprise you with little gifts 

wants to be pampered and will fight for it to happen 

has millions of your pictures in his camera roll

…..

and YES MOST OF THEM ARE BLURRY

not only set your pic as his home screen, but it’s also his MF LOCK SCREEN 

permanently

has one picture of you framed in his house

speaking of - always finds excuses for you to hang out in his house 

“Stay,” he whispers, catching you by the elbow as you try to leave. “Just a bit longer.”

misses you constantly

invites you to slow dance 

is the most confident *cough* delusional about you both ending up as a couple 

has made people blush with the way he stares at you 

“He doesn’t even blink,” someone laughs, the sound falling thin and awkward. “It’s like he wants to eat you or something.”

gives those types of hugs where he envelops you fully, resting his chin on your shoulder

has lowkey obsession with linking arms as you walk 

if you’re fighting can’t think straight until it's resolved

though, of course, he’s very stubborn about it cause Tae will remain Tae

you might naturally ask - if he’s so brazen why doesn't he just confess 

well, it’s more so for your sake than his own

'cause while Tae is ready to commit, he treasures your comfort 

so for the time being he’s okay with all of this; as long as you’re happy 

probably carries some sort of token of yours wherever he goes 

will fight for your honour until his last breath 

doesn’t allow anyone to tease you, not even the boys, that’s only for him

singing matches in the car

regular movie nights during which no one is even watching the movie lmao 

entrusts you with Tannie

though not before completing a two-hour-long presentation about how to properly care for the guy 

mentions you constantly 

the members are probably exhausted from hearing about how great you are

says “I love you” often but always becomes wistful 

‘cause you’re not his yet properly 

uses all of your shit >:\

from shampoo to dishtowel, what’s yours is his lmaooo

is honestly so annoying

and cOckY

he knows you love him (even if it’s just as a friend for now) so he just gets on your nerves a lot 

purely because he can 

and then gives that shit-eating grin 

because what are you going to do about it? ;)

pull his hair? ;)

scold him? ;)

oh no ;) what a nightmare ;))

he doesn't much interfere with you getting a side fling (he thinks of himself as your main man)

but he won’t pretend he’s happy about it 

will visibly sulk and get upset when you mention someone else’s name

generally have the foulest of moods if you’re attention is grasped by another

wants to go to the gym, just to impress you 

with little success

matching shirts and accessories, notably while on vacation

if he cooks for you and you don’t like it, pouts for an entire hour

watches out for you constantly 

ropes you into ridiculous games 

always accompanies you with his gaze

when travelling pulls up your picture and stares at it, will do so even in a crowd

[..]

doesn’t often let himself slip in sexual thoughts

in his mind that’s just for the future

as it’s simply inevitable you’ll end up together

however, when he does, he solely fantasises about you getting off

how would you do it, would there be toys, would you moan, would you bite your lip that sort of thing

sometimes in those fantasies he imagines you know he’s watching you and put on a show

Taehyung loooves a good show

has a thing for voyeurism

wears shirts that barely cover his chest and then sits on your bed, saying nothing but meaning everything in the half lidded stare, in the slow way he moves his hips…

if you wear shorts to bed, will check you out while biting his lip

loves to be all over you when intoxicated

has probably kissed you drunkenly once 

and now it’s referred to as “the incident”

JUNGKOOK:

a literal fucking SIMP T-T

prepare to be bugged every time, all the time

does and says the most ridiculous things just to be noticed by you 

does your chores and/or accompanies you on grocery runs

will scoff if you give him attitude but secretly enjoys it 

is unintentionally bold

he could completely say “love took shape when I first laid eyes on you” without breaking a sweat

but holding your gaze for longer than 5 seconds? nah, find someone else to do it

actually don’t 

Because, and you knew this was coming, 

p o s s e s s i v e 

but in like a healthy way

(...partially)

he would never think of prohibiting you in any sort of way 

baby wants you to grow and flourish :(

but others are a fair game lmao

your little storm cloud glaring left and right, brewing and just wanting to be left alone with you 

“That’s mY bUsInEsS,” he huffs when asked about this

obedient 

and also not??

it’s hard to explain

ig depends on whether he wants to be praised or be granted your blissfully annoyed attention 

scared shitless of telling you how much he loves you but he’s also so obvious it’s really doing him no favours

no. 1 back hug enthusiast

and I know I said this a lot already about the other boys, but Jungkook is really the no. 1 

likes to hold you and from the side, it looks like he’s holding you down so you can’t escape

“Jungkook, would you ease? They’re not running away.”

“No.”

usually follows your whims and wishes (‘cause of the SIMP status) 

but at times he can get so obstinate about particular topics

no amount of arguing or reasoning can persuade him 

“No, and that’s final (-_-)”

usually, it revolves around your health or going out with someone (or sharing food lmaoo)

big on gestures of affection, both from you and from him

think of like peeling a perilla leaf, or putting something on his plate that you know he likes

literally swoons over these things

because they’re so domestic and so important to him 

it’s proof that you’re close to him

you’re like a star in his sky so he just assumes everyone is out here trying to marry you 

even if it’s not remotely true

hangs out at your place and invites you to his 50/50

sharing takeout or dinners at random places is a must

whatever stupid joke comes to his mind, it’s shared with you 

doesn’t cook for you often but enjoys the hell out of it lmao

look at him being a good husband material 

protective 

spaces out on you a lot 

can forget to talk and listen because he’s just staring 0.0

shamelessly abuses the power of his doe eyes

anything to make you forgive him lol

will steal your food

you can come home and find entire cupboards absolutely annihilated 

loves to gift you cute things 

while he may not understand some of your hobbies or interests, especially if they’re the polar opposite of his, he always tries his best to make you feel heard and be respectful

teases you a lot

pokes and pinches you if he feels like it’s been too peaceful for too long 

imitates you, endearingly 

kiss his cheek and watch him self-destruct from inside

when abroad often sends you little voice messages just before falling asleep

with his voice all groggy he confesses how much he’s missing you 

…and your cereal

smells your hair, especially when cuddling

you can be laying peacefully 

and then you hear the “pfffffffff hmm pffffffffffffffffff”

may even gift or suggest some shampoos and shower gels whose scent he enjoys 

has to physically restrain himself from slapping your butt 

[..]

he’s in the middle level of tapping his spank bank if you know what I mean 

it’s not rare but he prefers to distract himself in other ways

otherwise looking at you afterwards is just too damn awkward

that said, his favourite fantasies are different than others because he’s not actively thinking about sex

(well, sometimes he does but that’s another story)

however, he’s really into groping

into soft and lazy makeout during which he can grope you all he wants

it’s domesticity for him 

taking things slow as well as having your agreement to everything he’d suggest

he loves to fantasise about that freedom, that should he want to he could just take you on the couch 

have your legs shaking and arms clawing at his back 

it’s just comfortable

has a thing for fucking you while you wear only his shirt or hoodie

he likes to think about how he’d be kneading your ass, teasing and turning you on 

how soft and warm you’d be 

how you’d taste and feel 

has a small brat-tamer streak within him as ironic as it is given who the og brat really is

so occasionally he’d dip into those fantasies of playfully subduing and edging you till begging comes up ;)

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The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol. 15

Hi friends!!

Welcome to week 15 of The Spreadsheet Digest! I read a lot of angst this week.... but there's plenty of really good smut and fluff to balance it out, I promise! Also 3/10 fics are from one author, but I promise their stuff is to die for.

You can find the Spreadsheet here and all of my previous rec lists here.

Recs under the funny BTS pic from Triple Frontier

Birds of Prey - a Tommy one shot by @toxicanonymity

I normally wouldn't rec a tommy fic, but!! First of all Toxic wrote it so like... duh. Second of all it's kind of a sidebar to her Raider!Joel series and I'm assuming it kind of comes into play later in that series so like you should read it. Also it's fucking delicious. Raider!Tommy is sooooo fucking hot.

Fall Apart, Again - a Joel series by @wildemaven

AHHHHH THE TWIST!!! Healthy dose of angst right up front in the first chapter with these lovely hints of more to come AND THEN!!! there's a twist. I can't tell you about the twist because that would ruin it, but like I thought I knew what it was, right? And the thing I thought was gonna happen did and I was like oh! I called it. But that was a fakeout. There's a bigger twist. Fucking.... wild man. You gotta read it. (Oh and wildemaven writes so beautifully. The descriptive language is to die for). Get it while it's hot kids.

Breakout - a Joel series by @the-ginger-hedge-witch

Boxer (now trainer) Joel!! Reader has an asshole boxer bf! I hope Joel gets to beat the shit out of Tyler tbh. I really fucking love Ren's writing style and the way she builds up the characterization. Like we learn so much about Joel's life and personality, Tyler and Reader's relationship dynamic, Reader's sort of (as yet unknown to them) kinship with Joel, Sarah and Joel's relationship, and more all in 7K words. This fic is going to be so fucking lovely. I think it's one of those "Oh my god that poor man deserves to be happy for once in his miserable little life" fics and I LOVE those.

This is the Way - a Din one shot by @psychedelic-ink

I thought this fic was gonna be silly! And I mean I guess it was. Certainly no angst. But if you think accidentally moaning This is the Way would be silly.... you think wrong. The way Mando responded??? Good god this fic is hot, y'all. I just like... does Din have a breeding kink? Is it the fact that she said it when he creampied her and like... the marriage vow thing is "we will raise warriors" ??? Sorry I'm speculating a lot here. I just... anyway yeah feral din. very hot.

The Art of Healing - a Marcus Pike series by @northernbluess

This is such a gorgeous fic. It has a lot of discussion of ED recovery, so please read warnings and take care of yourself and don't read if it will hurt you BUT!!! The way the topic is handled in the fic is so fucking beautiful. Marcus is a precious angel baby and Jo is so so so strong and wonderful. It's really lovely to follow along with her therapy and see what she paints. It's also incredible watching her bond with Marcus grow. It's a slow burn, therapist x OFC, with lots of angst but also so many of these like... really tender and sweet moments. It's so clearly a story that is coming from the heart and I adore it and can't wait to read more.

Exile - a Javi P series by @jksprincess10

Ok big warning up front -- she killed steve lmao. That's how reader ends up being Javi's partner. I really love how Javi's dickish demeanor from early season one is being played up here. Big fuckin fan. I just know this is gonna be a beautiful smutty enemies to lovers extravaganza.

Only Angel - a Javi P series by @tieronecrush

I really like professor peña. Like it makes a lot of sense that he'd do that after retiring. I love the concept of this fic so much. And the tension is being built up so fucking well. Javi pining and chastising himself. The subtle mention of reader doing something to support herself that is definitely not TAing. I would be more than happy to be Javi's extraneous circumstance. Anywayyyy I fucking love this and I'm so excited for the next chapter ahhhh.

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I grabbed a giant chunk off the older half of the sheet so there's a pretty good section where it's just one author lol. Oh and a lot of these are on AO3 but several of the stories were also posted on tumblr, I just read them on AO3 for whatever reason.

One Thing I'm Missing - a Joel series by @joelscruff

Sex, Drugs, and... Tacos - a Dieter one shot by @absurdthirst

Deseos Profundos - Javi P one shot by @absurdthirst

Le Trio De Fleur - a Din one shot by @absurdthirst

Chemical Feelings - a Din one shot by @absurdthirst

Menace - a Joel one shot by @atinylittlepain

I'll Never Fall in Love Again - a Dieter series by OonaJaeAdira (on AO3)

Stress Relief - a Javi P one shot by ezrasbirdie (on AO3)

Waterproof - a Dieter one shot by LeslieLyman (on AO3)

Starlight - a Din Series by LovelessDagger (on AO3)

Let the right one in - a Joel Series by LaMorenadelAtl (on AO3)

Dark but just a game - a Joel One shot by devilmademewriteit (on AO3)

Celestial Navigation - Dieter Series by @write-and-buried

Extra Whipped Cream - a Dieter Series by @pettyprocrastination

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Happy Reading!

[kingofbodyrolls]

BTS fic recs: June 2023

I've finally gotten back to reading again, so I wanted to make a monthly rec list of my favorite readings for that given month 🥰 All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ 

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fic’s post ♥ 

BTS fic rec index → May |💜| Jul | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | Nov (*) | Dec (ksj)(kth) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, personal favorites = 💯. 

⭐The Boy with Galaxies in His Eyes 💯 by @oddinary4bts​ // jjk x reader // idol!au + fwb2l // 🌩️🥵🥰

📝 You had never thought the night sky could be found in someone’s eyes. That is, until you met Jeon Jungkook and his gravity pulled you in. Will he crush you with the galaxies in his eyes, or will you learn to explore his worlds and make them yours?

🗨️ It is a long one, but damn is it worth it! It will take you for the very best rollercoaster ride of your life. So if you haven’t read this yet, what are you honestly doing with your life? 

⭐The Boy with Galaxies in His Eyes: The First Time (drabble) by @oddinary4bts  // jjk x reader // idol!au + fwb2l // 🥵🥰

📝 Jeon Jungkook is an enigma of galaxies and black holes. When he texts you to hang out late at night, you can’t resist the gravity of him. After all, you’ve always been a sucker for outer space.

🗨️ This is a drabble of their first time together and if you read the parent fic, promise me you won’t sleep on this one! ✨

⭐I want to be with you 💯 by @oddinary4bts  // pjm x reader // idol!au + s2f2l (fan) // 🌩️🥵🥰

📝 Moving to Seoul has always seemed like a good idea, until the bubble bursts when you realize your new neighbor is Park Jimin, and he’s not the sweet angel you’ve always imagined him to be. Will the reality of Park Jimin forever be a nightmare, or will he turn into a sweet dream?

🗨️ This was the first idol!au that I loved (and made me read the others). I adore this and I will read it again sometime 🥰

⭐Beneath the Water 💯 by @jungshookz  // pjm x reader // fantasy!au + mermaid!au // 🌩️🥵🥰😂

📝 His legs were sparkling. You looked up from his face slowly and towards his legs, your head tilting in confusion when you were met with the sight of… well, it certainly wasn’t a pair of legs. What the fuck?

🗨️ This is just perfect; a tiny bit angst, gold certified comedy and fluff (with a sprinkle of smut). There’s also a bullet point drabble of this, so please check that out too (here).

⭐Failure to Communicate by @gukslut and @stutterfly​ // pjm x reader // college!au + r2l // 🌩️🥵😂

📝 Could either of you write an enemies to lover story about jimin and y/n set in college where he was her TA and got her kicked out of her major bc he didnt give her the grade she needed and was generally unhelpful?

🗨️ I don’t have much to say, just go read it - it speaks for itself ✨

⭐On Mute by @yoon-kooks​ // jjk x reader // office!au, coworkers!au, fuckboy!gamer!jjk + f2l // 🥵🥰

📝 You always assumed your handsome coworker was down to fuck anyone in the office except for you. He always assumed you weren’t interested in a guy like him. And both of you were content with never admitting your feelings… until he unknowingly confides in you in the realms of a certain tactical FPS game.

🗨️ It’s just so cute and wholesome 🥹

⭐Make Me 💯 by @jikookiekosmos​ // pjm x reader // office!au, boss!jimin/employee!reader + dom/sub themes // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 After a bad breakup, you decide to go out one night and drink your sorrows away - that is, until you see your now ex-boyfriend there with someone clinging to his arm. To get your mind off of things, you go back to your job after hours; what you don’t expect is for your boss and CEO of the company, Park Jimin, to show up and offer you help in ways you didn’t know you needed.

🗨️ It has heavy dom/sub themes (which I’m normally not into, but imma switch for this one!). It is incredibly hot and so, so damn perfect 🥵

⭐Pay Attention 💯 by @jikookiekosmos​ // pjm x reader // office!au, boss!jimin/employee!reader + dom/sub themes // 🥵🥰

📝 You’d mentioned it in passing once before, your fantasy about blowing your boss - and now boyfriend - under his desk during one of his important CEO business meetings. So what happens when you want to turn that fantasy into a reality, and he wants it just as much?

🗨️ This is a sequel to ‘Make Me’ (but can be read as a stand-alone) - and it is just pure dirty smut. The dynamic between reader and Jimin is just so good ✨

⭐On Call: part 1 & On Call: part 2 by @yoonjinkooked​ // jjk x reader // s2l + rom-com // 🥵😂

📝 After a catastrophic first date, you end up leaving the hospital angry, tired and date-less. Hoping to have a drink or five, you end up in a nearby bar, sitting next to the same doctor who caught your eye earlier. 

🗨️ Both parts are really, really good!

⭐Shake Shack 💯 by @kth1​ // pjm x reader // s2l (though they went to the same high school) // 🥵🥰

📝 Crushing on a man ever since high school, you failed time and time again to actively talk to him. Until one sweaty summer day, you finally developed the courage to ask him out on a date.

🗨️ The story is so good, perfect amounts of sweet, a bit fluffy and then downright saucy!

⭐A Night at the Mall by @bunnybubae​ // jjk x reader // f2l // 🥵🥰

📝 Your best friend Jungkook works as a security guard at the mall and everything takes an interesting twist when you go to visit him during his shift on a friday night.

🗨️ Jungkook is so sweet and funny in this, ahh.

⭐Backtrack 💯 by @mapofthesea​ // myg x pjm x reader // producers!yoonmin, assistant!reader, bi!yoongi // 🥵🥰

📝 There’s no telling just how long you’d been stuck in the windowless studio, and you’re just about ready to walk out and forfeit your paycheck for the week, until your bosses strike up an interesting bargain.

🗨️ Holy fuck 🥵 I feel like I need to take a very long shower now 🫣🫣🫣 this is probably one of the dirtiest fics I’ve read. It’s so good 🤤

⭐The Forgotten Spaces [completed series] 💯 by @oddinary4bts​ // jjk x reader // college!au, dancer!au + e2l // 🌩️🥵🥰

📝 you’ve been dancing on the same dance crew since your teenage years, and you finally have an important role in it. It feels like life is taunting you when your rival comes back after disappearing for a year, ready to tease you every chance he gets. Will the teasing turn into more, or are you going to take him down with you?

🗨️ This is truly a masterpiece! The writing is perfection and the characters have so much soul, dimension, hurt and love. It is exceptional 👏🏾♥️ you just have to read this gem 💎

Thank you so much for going through my recommendations! I hope you find something that you like and show it some love. All of these fics and writers have inspired me to write again, so I'm finally working on my own stuff again (it’s been like 7+ years, yikes 🙈). Hopefully I'll actually finish something this time 😂 but damn it feels good to write again ♥ 

If you should be interested in more BTS fic recs please find more here 😀

[lumosatnight]

20 questions for fic writers!

Thanks for the tag @acnelli (x), @schmem14 (x), and @indigo-scarf (x)!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I just reached exactly 100 works! Low-key so happy that my Pansmione soulmates fic was #100.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

301,754!! I am actually shocked by how high this is.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling (97)

First Kill (TV 2022) (1)

방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS (1)

Wednesday (TV 2022) (1)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

What is this, fucking Jeopardy? [Drarry, E, 20.4k]

White, the colour of flowers [Drarry, M, 3.2k]

A Heart So Colourful ♡ [Viktor/Ron, E, 1.5k]

Impervius, Not [Drarry, T, 5.0k]

7 Days of Halloween: I Don't Feel Like Myself Anymore [Wolfstar, E, 29.7k]

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Oh heck yeah! I love getting and responding to comments. I've met some wonderful people in the comments section of fics.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Your Cigarette Smell [Sirius/Narcissa, E, 9.7k] with canon-compliant character death, so I think you know where this is going.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Any of my fluffy fics? Maybe Lavmione in Lavender for Morning or Nottpott in Silver Surprise.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet (*crosses fingers*). I've had some mildly annoying comments (like saying how they disliked background Dramione in a Drarry fic I wrote), but nothing to make me wanna bash my head against the wall.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Umm... yes. I am currently in the middle of posting the smuttiest, most depraved series I have ever written for this year's Kinktober.... so check it out ig?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not so much crossovers but heavily inspired by other stories. I wrote Dronarry in a Sandman AU and also Hermione/Daphne in a Twilight AU 😂

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of...

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! My Nottpott fic was translated into Russian. How cool is that??

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have done art collabs but never co-written a fic. Definitely something I'd love to try. Maybe it'll happen next year!

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Idk there's too many to choose!! I probably read Drarry the most, but I think that's mostly because there's just SO MANY amazing Drarry authors. I can honestly be convinced to like any ship if I like the writing style and the story. I'm a huge rare pair and femslash shipper!!! The communities are just so wonderful 💖

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Never say never! But I'm really lacking motivation to finish my Squid Games AU Drarry fic. I love the concept, but the plot is just not flowing.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Emotion. I like my fics to pack a punch. I think I'm getting pretty good at it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Longfic. It's hard for me to sustain motivation for one idea. I have too many running through my brain at once, and I always get distracted by the shiny new headcanon.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've seen it. I've done it. I'm ambivalent, mostly. I think it can be a great way to show cultural differences between characters. But I also think 90% of the time it unnecessarily confuses the reader because if you don't know the language, you're just going to skip over the dialogue. And if you do know the language, then you'll notice if it doesn't sound natural. Yeah... not a fan when it's just google translated and copy-pasted.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter!

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Anything on my Author's Favorites list! From recently though, maybe my Perciver strip chess fic 😉

Tagging (no pressure): @crazybutgood, @anaxandria-writes, @sugareey-makes-stuff, @givereadersahug, @orange-peony

[woundedheartwithin]

tagged by @sunlightfeeling thanks!

Name: Caitlin

Pronouns: she/her

Star Sign: Aries (insert Kratos screaming Ares gif here)

# of Siblings/Fun Facts About Them (If Any): one, my baby brother (nine years younger than me). Fun fact, he's getting his masters in history. He's also the coolest person I know and my best friend

# of Pets & Their Names: ah shit okay. Five dogs (Ollie, Callie, Lucy, KC, and Mickey), one cat (Georgie), two horses (Woody and Ebby), four chickens (no names), and 16 goats (Stormy, Flare, Rori, Phoebe, Monica, Chili, Bo, Teenykins, Babycakes, Yakko, Raditz, Rosie, Gia, Toodle Britches, Blue Boy, and Moony Man)

Fandoms: RGG (current), Ghostwire Tokyo, Death Stranding, Ghost of Tsushima, Far Cry 5. I'm also peripherally involved in BTS (meaning I make gifs but I don't really participate in the actual fandom outside of that).

Favorite Color: really any shade of blue, but if we're gonna get specific, I'm fond of cornflower blue

Favorite Song: is and always will be this one

Favorite Author (of anything readable - books, fanfics, zines, webtoons, whatever!): hmmm... I'm a big fan of Joe Hill. My favorite short story was written by Andy Weir. I have lots of favorite fanfic authors. But like... not really one author to rule them all, I guess. If I had to choose, I'd say Joe Hill

Favorite Fic Type: oh I cannot pick just one of these. angst, fluff, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers, college au, magic au, smut, etc etc etc

Favorite Holiday: big fan of food, so y'know... thanksgiving, I guess

Do you have a partner (romantic, qpr, anything!)?: nah

Hobbies: many lol. music, gif making, art, video games, photography (virtual and irl), crochet, needle felting, writing. probably more tbh. I try very hard not to ever have A Thought, so I like to keep busy by immersing myself in various and often short lived hobbies

Fun Facts About You: hmmmm... I once submitted a design to a Trail of Painted Ponies contest and won like $200. I bought a really big telephoto lens with it and took pictures of the moon. I appeared on national news with my horse when I was in college. I have never had a drop of alcohol, nor do i have any interest in drinking ever. Likewise, I have never done an drug (outside of prescription stuff, naturally). I saw Vanilla Ice live at a food festival a few years back (yes, he did Ice Ice Baby and the ninja turtles theme song). I'll stop there I guess lol

Tagging: whoever wants to do this