#btsx black girl

[ahoney--girl]

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Warning under the fold is an alternative universe fan-fiction about Jimin from bts with a black plus size partner. The story has smut, discusses fat-phobia, racism has threesomes, and hints of a dominate Jimin. This story is completely fiction.

“When did my life turn into a dime romance novel?” I lean back into my wooden patio chair. “And you are complaining because???” Jazz questions sipping on the red wine out of my hand-painted glasses. “It’s just a lot.... one minute Jimin is confessing his love for me, the next he's saying I can sleep with other men on a fake dating show I'm in." Waving my hand around biting into another chocolate turtle. “So....what are you going to do?” “...I mean.... how often can you say you have 6 hot men to try to sleep with. and one guy who says he'll love you no matter what or who you do.” She wiggles her eyebrows "Well I mean if he's okay with it I say why not see if you even like any of them in that way." "And if they like me in that way.." "They would have to be dumb to not." Jazz raises her glass winking.

“We are so excited to be partnering with you guys to make such a unique season as well as raising awareness for your business." Elliot smiles brightly as they direct us towards the wardrobe room.``Huh yeah, we are just as excited" I respond shifting in the plush pink seat. They shift through the rack of clothes. "I just have to say." they look over their shoulder "I'm obsessed with your Instagram feed. Colors and Melaine stunning." Blushing my eyes shift down to look at my thigh's dark brown color contrasting the pastel blue shorts I'm wearing. "Thank you" "I was the one who suggested reaching out to you for this season." “So I was thinking about a really nice full-length dress for the introductions to the men '' They hold their painted fingers up in quotations around the phrase. Then pulling out off the rack a long mustard yellow dress up on their thinner frame. They are wearing an oversized sweater that hangs off their left shoulder all tucked into black slacks. They are such a cute light brown color, freckles sprinkled all over the skin that was showing. “So, what do you think?” They ask. “I like it. Let's try it on.” Taking the hanger from their tattooed hands. The one-sleeved dress hugged my body from my breast to my hips. Then flowing out at the bottom Olympics the highest point of my leg tops it off. Smiling at my image I walk out of the dressing feet to Elliot's wide smile. They examine my body slowly. “Do u like it? I Nodding “I must admit..I was expecting to hate whatever you guys pulled for me...but I must admit I like this.” Clapping their hands in excitement. “Amazing I’ll put it on the list." They I’ve up the clipboard on the counter jotting down notes before turning it to face me. "Now, if you could just also circle the other outFits you connect with, we can build your wardrobe fully now that we have your measurements." 

“Can you walk in heels?” They ask. “Yeah I’m decent..won't be running any olympic trials though." Laughing lightly. “All we need is for you to stand and walk a few feet anyway." “Then I’m out girl!” Shifting around taking in the industrial warehouse-style.Exposed brick and piping with uniquely shaped candles scattered around. “How long have you been doing this?” I motion towards the clothing rack. “Two years now. I was a part-time intern the first year and now a full-time employee." They smile thinking about their journey as they move closer to me. “Is it okay if I touch you? I want to get a few more detailed measurements." “Oh, yeah it’s fine,” I answer, motioning them closer with my hands. “Can you put your arm up for me” Moving their hands pulling the tape measure around my arms. “So are you excited about all of this?” “I guess I'm supposed to say yes.” They smile looking from their slight slouch at me. “Say what is truest to you” “I’m scared......A little conflicted...and excited” They hum in acknowledgement looking back to the clipboard writing down numbers. “Do you want to talk about it?” “I don’t want to seem ungrateful. I’m a girl who is about to have 6 guys fighting over her on TV even if it is fake. It's a dream for so many who... well... looks like me." “hmmmmm.....you are entitled to your feelings and to talk about them no matter what they are.” Sighing my eyes wander back to look at the exposed walls. "I'm not self-pitting. I know I'm hot." Voice strong in my conviction.  “But I am scared because... I have someone outside of all of this who cares for me a lot. But I want to have fun and explore but what if I explore too much?" Standing back to their full height looking at me with soft eyes. “I don't think there's anything to worry about. Your partner seems to adore you no matter what if they are encouraging you to explore safely." There's a pause. "Maybe it would be easier if you explore together. So you don't feel like you are leaving them out?

“Two lefts and a straight shot to my ass.” Grumbling, I turn another corner that leads to another hall in the building. Huffing, my body jerks to turn another corner hitting a body. Arms wrap around me as I'm steadied back on my feet. “Gotta watch out for those corners. Never know what they are hiding behind them.” An airy laugh comes from me as I look up at the fluffy-haired man standing a few inches taller than me. His smile spreads across his face in an almost rectangle shape definitely too cute then is called for.  “I’ll keep that in mind.” He nods, cocking his head to the side as he takes in my face. “Seyven?” He questions softly. “Um yeah?” I return. “I'm sorry you just look more beautiful in person, it kind of makes me even sadder now..” Stepping back the heat rushes through me at the sound of his voice. “Wait, why are you sad?” His smile drops down into a smirk. As he shifts on his feet pushing his hand into his front pockets. “Because you are here say you aren't going to be a part of it aren't you? I Mean.... since you found that great guy you described in the email." Pausing he shifts again leaning forward so he was eye to eye with me. “Unless...you realize it’s better to keep your options open..especially if one of your options is me.” Wiggling his eyebrows, I scoff. “You assumed wrong on both stands...I’m staying on board..and not for you as an option….” Moving he stands back straight shrugging. “I don't even know who you are.” I will continue. But he just smiles at the full rectangle again so nonchalantly. “Doesn't matter who you start here for honestly, because you’ll come back for me in the end.” Winking he moves around me starting down the hall. “I’m Taehyung by the way, gorgeous."  

“I mean, at least you can’t deny that they are all hot as hell.” Jazz leans back scrolling through the profiles for the third time this night. "If you had to pick a group to choose a third person for your relationship, there isn't a better group." Groaning, I pour the last of the wine into my glass walking back to the coffee table where she sits. Looking at the empty bottle she raises an eyebrow laughing. “Look I have so much anxiety about tomorrow that I need this,..... I won't be able to sleep if I'm not tipsy.” “Hey, no judgment here” Raising her hands in a surrender motion.  “Well, a little judgment when I think about how you could be having your back blown out this great night by Jimin but instead you're here with me eating cheese and drinking wine." "Glad you mentioned that. I need to text him." Smiling, I open his text thread to see his last text waiting for me. “See you, tomorrow princess. Don’t stress too much, you are going to be great."