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hobeemin · 2 years ago

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taste of temptation

😈 genre: smut, romance, angst, supernatural, exes 2 lovers, drama

😈 pairing: demon!park jimin x fallen angel!poc(f) reader

😈 summary: does the punishment fit the crime? for even questioning her purpose, Y/N was sent to earth to live out the rest of her days. living in between worlds she is neither immortal or mortal. its the least of her worries once she attracts to attention of a demon in search of his other half.

😈 rating: 18+

😈 word count: 5.8k

😈 credits: 💜 a HUGE thank you to @playmetheclassics thank you for beta reading this on such short notice! 💜 also to @inkedtae bee, thank you for your advice and helping me out when I was stuck 💙🩵

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😈 a/n: this fic takes place in the same universe as my delightful temptations stories. you don’t necessarily need to read those to understand this fic, but i will make small references to them through out this series. hope you enjoy!!

❂ Nightmare Before Christmas

⁂ Hosted by: Professor Bee through @bangtansorciere

⤐ AU Type: christmas town (reincarnation)

⤐ Themes: angels/demons

The dance floor of The Harp was fairly quiet, even for a Thursday night. The regulars were looking more than tipsy at their failed attempts to impress potential partners with the latest moves from TikTok. It wasn't the ideal condition for a creature like Jimin, but it had been a long time since he'd been in a city large enough to have a club of its own.

He couldn't resist the chance to scope out the scene of his new stomping grounds, no matter what day it was. . After a seven-day dry spell, his hunger was at an all-time high. There was only so much abstinence a body could take, and he was reaching his limit.

As he made his way through the place, the red lights of the dance floor transitioned to a cooling blue as he stepped up to the bar at the back of the club, painting his white, partially buttoned-up shirt and dark jeans a dim cerulean. Drinks didn't have much effect on him, but sometimes he found that a glass in his hand lent him more into the act as he went about scoping out the scene.

Just as he settled onto one of the stools near the end of the bar, he felt the sensation–a subtle tickle teased his nerves like the crisp scent of an oncoming rainstorm. Forcing himself down onto the seat, he tried to brush it off, ignoring the swirl of hunger it brought to the surface. What was this night to become of it?

And there she was. Leaning forward, his famous eye smile on display to the beauty behind the bar as he brushed his dark hair off his face. He nodded briefly towards the sparsely occupied dance floor and raised an eyebrow.

"Are they supposed to call that dancing?"

The night could have been going better. Hell, any night would have been better than this one. She could see the other side of the dance floor for the first time since she'd been employed at The Harp. Her faux locs swayed gently across her face as she tidied up behind the bar. At least she could make it look clean. Her eyes scanned the tip jar against the register with a pout. Why on earth did she come in?

Oh right. Cause people aren't reliable

The woman grumbled to herself and jerked a highball glass from the dishwasher. The steam swirled around as she placed it on the drying rack and continued with her task, barely watching the bar. No one was drinking tonight. And if they were, tipping was a no-go.

Some punishment, indeed.

The spot between her shoulder blades itched suddenly, causing a frown to form on her face. That was unusual. That hadn't happened in ages. The phantom space that once preoccupied a beautiful pair of wings was now placed with tattoo etchings, almost burn-like. The memory was still fresh. She shook her head and turned around, pushing the thoughts aside. She was fooling herself. Nothing was wrong. She almost dropped a shot glass from her hand as she made direct eye contact with a gentleman who had made himself comfortable at the bar.

Heat rushed to her cheeks, hearing his voice. Recovering her flustered state with a chuckle, Y/N swiped a loc behind her ear.

Speak up, girl!

She let out a short laugh glancing towards the dance floor. "I honestly don't know what they think they are doing out there, but it ain't dancing."

She smiled at him , and wiped her hands on a clean towel before setting a beverage napkin in front of him.

"Welcome to The Harp. Would you like anything to drink, sir?"

Jimin didn't miss the slight flush that briefly graced her cheeks; it only added to how her smile seemed to distract him from the humming that seemed to linger around the lounge, tugging at his senses. It had a lingering scent reminiscent of fresh spring rain, innocent and clean, though he wondered where it could be coming from in a place like this. She was dressed simply, in a leather skirt and black tank top–a typical uniform for a place like this, but on her, it added to her purity.

His smile seemed to light up at the woman's laugh, his head tilting curiously as she spoke. He nodded with a short glance at the selection of liquor across the back of the bar, the blue lights tainting his golden eyes nearly sea green as they flicked back towards hers with a nod.

“How about Manhattan and your name as a chaser."

Extending his hand forward to shake, he grinned mischievously."My name is Jimin."

He was surprised he gave her his real name. Normally he’d use one of his aliases; it made it easier to navigate the world anonymously . But he felt his name past his lips. His eyes widened momentarily at the realization. Taking his hand, she felt a jolt as their fingers touched.

It seemed it had as much effect on him as it had on her. The warmth radiated from her touch. He played it off outwardly as a little static caught between them, her little jump making him chuckle softly.

Y/N gave an incline of the head. "Well, Jimin, it's nice to meet you. My name is Y/N."

How very curious. She brushed the nagging aside as she focused on his ordered drink.

"Manhattan. Classy. Simple. But a fan favorite." She grabbed a highball from the stack. “Chilled or on the rocks?”

Jimin nodded in approval. “I’ll take rocks, please.”

She hummed, grabbed the whiskey, and poured a healthy portion. She added the sweet vermouth and a few splashes of bitters. Adding a few cherries, she slid him the glass. "Here you go."

The fluidity she had with pouring the shot seemed to extend through her whole form, and Jimin was more than impressed with her skill. In his extended time on Earth, it was rare to find someone this meticulous with how they performed their duties. He took a sip, savoring slightly sweet tones.

Before she could inquire about his drink, a group of people walked up to the bar needing to be served. She gave Jimin a weary smile with a shrug. "Duty calls."

Y/N walked down to the other end of the bar and began taking drink orders. It was a decent rush. They were thirsty, and she was happy to oblige them all. Every now and then, she would look up as she mixed a few drinks to catch a glance at Jimin. Something about him....she couldn't place it, but she felt a pull towards him.

The feeling was mutual.

Jimin's eyes trailed after her curiously. He stared at his hand, deep in thought. That touch.

He tried to shake off the lingering sensation left by her hand. The hunger he tried to suppress snarled to the surface seeking out that energy. He wanted to drink every drop and taste every inch of her until their auras intertwined, becoming one with his wicked soul. As their eyes met, he didn't look away, instead raising his drink in a toast to the fine work she was doing as she made the drinks.

Interesting.

Both of them caught looking. When had he become so careless? Her presence had his thoughts swirling, his focus gone. Any thoughts of checking out potential prey in the club slipped away. His normal rule of bartenders being off-limits was starting to seem too strict.

Y/N noticed that Jimin didn't wander off to the dance floor as the night wore on. He instead ordered another double and settled into his seat.

How strange. Her brow quirked up as she observed his actions.

A few bold souls approached him throughout the night, only for him to politely decline or brush them aside. He might have taken them up on their offer any other night, but his interest was elsewhere on this fateful night.

As closing time neared, his eyes flicked toward Y/N once more as closing time drew near. He finished the last dregs of his drink and set the glass aside. Y/N approached, jutting her chin at the empty glass.

“One more for the last call?”

Jimin smirked, shaking his head. "I think I’ll take my check, please.”

Humming with a nod, she closed out his tab, placed his receipt on the counter in a checkbook, and took his empty glass to be cleaned.

Jimin placed his card inside, and she took it to charge. “I don’t suppose any other bars are open after this one closes?”

Y/N shook her head as she waited for his card to go through. “No, most places close around this time.”

"Bummer,” he said with a smile, “Drinks are off the table, but how about breakfast?"

Her eyes flickered for a moment at the sound of his offer as she met his gaze. She was used to being hit on. It came with the occupation and maybe the extra she was born with. People tended to flock to her etherealness. Of course, they never called it that. They just chalked it up to her being charismatic. By rule alone, Y/N never mingled with her patrons, preferring to keep things professional. She knew from others how that turned out.

But Jimin...Jimin was something different.

"I think I would like that," she heard herself saying, giving him his card back. "Would you like to wait for me to finish closing? It won't take me too long. Or I could meet you there. Whichever works for you, Jimin."

He wrote out a tip much larger than the cost of the drinks and smiled once more. “Nonsense. I wouldn’t let you walk there on your own. We can walk there together.”

“Okay, sounds good to me,” she answered.

He seemed pleased with her answer, almost like it was a victory in a game. She had an idea she was playing.

“I’ll just be outside when you’re ready,” he stated, taking his jacket off the back of the chair. Y/N gave him a quick wave before returning to her closing duties.

It didn’t take much longer for her to finish cleaning up the bar. There appeared to be a slight skip in her step. But what was she so excited about?

It’s just breakfast.

Well yeah. Breakfast could mean a lot of things.

Did she want it to?

That little voice nagged her relentlessly. She shook it off as she gathered the trash on the cart. It was nothing. This was nothing. Just two people sharing the same space.

Y/N huffed as she threw the trash bags into the dumpster. Who was she kidding? Of course, she found Jimin attractive. It should have felt wrong, but deep down, something stirred in her core. Frowning, she shook her head. There was no need to have guilt. These were normal emotions.

Just have fun.

Her doubts were quickly erased when she saw Jimin smiling at her. She couldn’t help but return one as he gestured for her to walk next to him. Hands deep in his coat pockets, they set off towards the diner.

“Closed, alright?”

Y/N nodded, shouldering her bag. “Wasn’t too bad. Tonight wasn’t really that busy.”

“Well, that’s good,” he responded.

Silence fell between the two as they walked on. Much to her surprise, the silence wasn’t awkward. It felt…just right. As they approached the diner, Jimin held the door open for her to enter. A sudden chill went up his spine as she walked past him. He looked out into the darkness and felt goosebumps run up his hands. He shook his head, brushing it off. There was no way they were being followed.

The lone waitress greeted them as they entered, pointing out they could seat themselves. Jimin led Y/N over to a booth in the corner. She slid into the seat, removing her jacket. She looked around at the surroundings nodding in approval.

“I don’t think I’ve been here before.”

Jimin smiled, watching her. “Yeah, they have amazing pancakes.”

The waitress came over with a coffee pot. Jimin nodded as she poured the steaming liquid into his mug. Y/N shook her head at the offer.

“I’ll take cranberry juice, please.”

Nodding, the waitress walked away. Y/N smirked with a shrug. “If I drink that, I’ll be up all day.”

Jimin hummed as he took a sip. “Caffeine doesn’t bother me too much. I’ll sleep fine after this.”

Y/N flipped through the menu, scanning the items. “So the pancakes are good?”

“Yeah, I love the blueberry ones.”

Y/N quirked her brow. “You take all your dates here for breakfast?”

Jimin bit down on his lip before sipping his coffee, “Just you.”

She felt her cheeks warm as she looked away. She was thankful the server returned with her juice, and she sipped it slowly. Y/N could feel Jimin’s eyes on her as she looked anywhere but at him. Chuckling, he looked up at the server.

“I think we’re ready to order.”

Whipping out a pen, the server popped her gum, giving Y/N the sign to start. She ruffled through the menu, pointing to the options.

“I’ll have some blueberry pancakes with a side of fruit, please.”

Jimin kept his eyes on her as he ordered next. “I’ll also have the blueberry pancakes and a side of bacon.”

Nodding, she took their menus and walked off. Jimin blew the steam rolling off his mug and drank it. “Don’t like meat?”

Y/N shook her head. “Never agreed with me. Been a vegetarian for as long as I could remember.”

“I respect that. Definitely not an easy thing to do,” he mused.

Playing with the napkin on the table, she thought of something to ask. “What do you like to do when you’re not flirting with bartenders?”

His laugh sounded almost like wind chimes. It didn’t match his demeanor at all. He pulled out his wallet, handing her a business card.

“I’m a collector.”

“Like an antique collector?”

His lips pulled into another smirk. “Something like that. I prefer to collect rare items that can’t be duplicated.”

That could have so many meanings. Most went over her head, but Y/N was far from innocent. She’d been on earth long enough to understand many things. Though attraction and intimacy were almost nonexistent in her previous life, she knew how it worked. Watching how humans interacted each night at the bar always fascinated her.

Would she ever have that for herself? Y/N wasn’t sure, but it seemed the more she learned about Jimin, the more the possibility could happen.

Just as the server returned with their plates, Jimin thanked her and looked up. His eyes met with the person sitting behind Y/N. She noticed how his expression changed for a second. He seemed shaken up a bit.

She looked at him with concern as she poured syrup over her pancakes. “Is everything alright?”

Jimin set his fork down with a nod. “Actually, I'm gonna run to the restroom. Be back in a minute.”

He slipped out of the seat without hearing her answer as he made a hasty jog towards the restrooms. Instead of going inside, he went to the door leading to the alley. Frowning, he looked around.

“Alright. Show yourself.”

A tall man shimmered into view, leaning against the brick wall. Hands deep in his pockets, he nodded in greeting to Jimin.

“Nice to see you again, brother.”

Jimin crossed his arms over his chest as his scowl darkened. “Wouldn’t say I feel the same, Namjoon.”

Chuckling, Namjoon brushed his hair off his face. “C’mon, it’s been ages. I had to check in to see if you were behaving.”

“What I do is none of your business,” Jimin bit back.

Namjoon’s eyes glowed as a hiss erupted from between his lips. “It does if it endangers our livelihood.”

Jimin's eyes rolled upward in annoyance. What could he possibly be talking about? Why now? For the majority of the time, Jimin kept to himself. He didn’t see any of his brothers unless it was drastic. Nothing seemed to be wrong, so why was Namjoon here suddenly? Namjoon’s eyes narrowed at Jimin’s lack of urgency. He’d always been stubborn, but now was not the time.

“Stay away from her.”

Jimin scoffed, shaking his head. “Who are you referring to? I’ve been with plenty of women, so you’re gonna–”

“The one inside. Stay away from her.”

His brow quirked in curiosity. “Why?”

“Because I said so.”

“That’s not a good enough reason.”

“It is when I say it is.”

“Bullshit. You never got involved with Yoongi or Hoseok’s mates. Why me? Y’all get to be happy, but not me?”

Namjoon sighed deeply, rubbing his temple. “It’s not that simple. Naomi is a human, as are the other two. You can’t be with this woman.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“Forbidden fruit.”

If Jimin had a heart, it would have dropped. He blinked for a few moments.

“What?”

Namjoon scratched the back of his head thoughtfully. “I-I don’t understand it either, but whatever you have with her has to end. Understood?”

“Joon–”

“Just do it, Jimin. I’ll see you in a few days.”

Before he could speak up, Namjoon shimmered away.

He leaned against the wall as the thoughts swirled in his mind.

Fuck.

What could he do?

As much as he didn’t like his brothers, Jimin valued his immortality. Was she worth losing it? As he walked back inside defeat loomed on his face, and he resolved to end it there. But as he got closer to their booth, all reason left his mind. Seeing her sitting there almost covered in glow left him in a stupor. She was more breathtaking than anything he’d ever seen…and that was saying something.

As he sat down, Y/N looked at him with concern.

“Is everything alright? I was worried that you hadn’t come back. Your food was getting cold.”

Staring into her eyes, whatever negativity went through his mind instantly melted away. All he wanted was her and only her. To hell with it all. Y/N was worth it.

“I’m sorry, I just needed some air.”

She reached out to touch his hand. The warmth radiated from her touch. “You’re not feeling well? We can always do a raincheck.”

She was so innocent. That purity would be her downfall.

Fuck it.

Jimin pulled some bills out of his pocket and placed them on the table.

“How about we get out of here? I know it’s late, but a walk might clear my head.”

She put her fork down with a small nod. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

He stood holding out his hand with a smile, and with one of her own, Y/N took it excited to see where the early morning would take them.

Right into the lion’s den.

---

As the door beeped, Jimin opened it wider for her to enter. Y/N stepped through the threshold, looking around his place. He closed it behind them offering to take her jacket. She handed it to him, slipping off her boots and waited for him to show her around.

While she was nervous, Y/N suggested they return to his place as the weather got colder outside. Jimin was surprised by the suggestion but agreed, and here they were.

Jimin smiled as he pointed out the rooms. “It’s not much, but it’s home. I move around a lot so excuse the lack of decoration.”

Y/N shook her head. “No, I think it suits you.”

As they sat down on the couch, the awkwardness seemed to lift. “Would you like something to drink?”

“No, I’m fine, thank you.”

Silence fell between them.

Y/N crossed her legs as she felt unsure of what to say at that moment. He seemed so confident, something she felt she lacked. What type of woman did he go for? Someone opposite of her?

“Jimin–”

“Y/N–”

They stared at each other before bursting into laughter. His eye smile on full display made her stomach flutter.

He gestured for her to speak. “Please, what were you going to say?”

She twirled her hair between her fingers. “It wasn’t really important.”

“Nonsense. Whatever you have to say is important, Y/N.”

Her cheeks heated up again before she looked away in embarrassment. “I-I��it's silly, really. I’ve never done this before, much less talked to many men. I don’t know why I feel this pull to you, but it’s–”

Jimin scooted closer, taking her hand into his as he stared at her. “I-I feel the same, Y/N. There’s something about you, and I can’t seem to stay away. Since I saw you tonight, I didn’t want to not be in your presence. Y/N, there seems to be a glow surrounding you, and I’m afraid if you stay with me, I’ll devour it.”

She felt something clench in her core from his words. It was as if she was in a trance…as if being a puppet on strings. But she was okay with this sensation.

The electric current between them was strong as she knew she wanted to be devoured by this man, being, creature–it didn’t matter.

Jimin reached out to tilt her chin.

“Do you trust me?”

Y/N swallowed thickly as she licked her lips nervously. “I trust you, Jimin,” she said, resolution echoing in her voice.

“Are you sure? I’ll ask before I do anything, but I’m afraid I’ll lose control.”

“We’ll lose control together,” she whispered.

It was like a band snapped.

Jimin lunged forward as his lips pressed hungrily to hers. Y/N had only seconds to brace herself as she fell backwards on the couch. She felt like her body was aflame. Her hands tugged at his shirt as their kisses grew wild. Jimin nipped at her lips as growls filled the room.

He pulled away long enough to speak three words. “Pull my hair.”

Y/N’s fingers ran through his silky locks, tugging from the roots and making him groan. His hands gripped her backside, squeezing and pulling her flush against him. She gasped out as she felt something poke against her thigh. He broke the kiss once more to catch their breath as he nuzzled against her.

“You’re addicting, Y/N. I could kiss you forever.”

She felt shy under his gaze as he pressed light kisses along her jaw and neck. . “If this is too much, please let me know. I’m keeping myself in check.”

She shook her head, pecking his lips. “No. It’s okay to continue.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He sat back on his heels, brushing his hair off his face. “Alright, follow me, please.”

Helping her, they walked to the back of the apartment to a room off to the side. Punching in a code, the door slid open. Y/N eyes widened at the sight. Before her was a room painted in deep purples and reds. The dimness of the lights obstructed her view of many things, but some she could make out only added to her surprise. She’d only seen these things in books.

Jimin kissed her knuckles gently. “I’m a bit of a deviant, but it’s in my nature.”

He studied her body language as she surveyed the room. “Does this make you uncomfortable?”

“No, it kind of excites me a little.”

“Would you like to try something?”

“I think I would.”

Jimin bit his lip with a nod. “We’ll start slow.”

He pulled a chair out and took a seat, spreading his legs. She watched as his muscles rippled under his jeans.

“Ride my thigh,” he ordered.

She walked up to him. It was almost like second nature as she straddled his left thigh. The material of her leather skirt shifted as she settled against him. She shivered at the material of his pants, causing friction against her underwear. Jimin groaned softly, encircling his hands around her waist. He moved her against his thigh, his lips finding their way to her neck, littering it with marks as he squeezed and spread her ass, making her go faster.

“You have no idea what you do to me.”

Her eyelids fluttered as euphoria washed over her body. It was nothing like she had ever experienced before. His lips and hands touching and teasing her left her in a stupor. The sensory overload was too much for her. Y/N whimpered as her head dropped onto his shoulder.

“J-Jimin–”

Y/N cried out as the wave crashed, pausing her movements as she shook to her very core. Jimin held onto her as she fell limp against his chest, white spots formed in front of her eyes as she tried to catch her breath—all this just from riding his thigh. Jimin kissed her temple, whispering soothing words as she rose from her high. Watching her come undone turned him on even more.

Lifting her with care, Jimin carried her over to a spa bed, setting her down. He removed the hair off her face giving her a reassuring smile.

“Still with me?”

She bobbed her head. Jimin kissed her lips again and walked over to a table, grabbing a silk tie. He turned, holding it up for her to see.

“Would you like to try this?”

Y/N lifted her head to look at the blindfold. “What does it do?”

“Heightens your senses more. If not, we can try something else,” he explained.

“No. I’m curious about that. Let’s try it,” she answered.

He walked over and secured the tie over her eyes with a smile.

“Can you see, love?”

She shook her head as Jimin squeezed her hand. “Good. I’ll explain everything I’m going to do and ask prior.”

She felt his fingers slide up and down her sides, making her moan softly.

“May I remove your clothes?”

“Yes,” she let out a breathy sigh.

Jimin set to work removing her clothes until she laid bare before him. He removed his after, admiring her body. It brought him to his knees. She was magnificent.

He brushed his dark hair off his face and knelt in front of her. The scent of her sex was succulent. He placed a chaste kiss on her inner thigh, making her purr. Goosebumps formed on her skin wherever his mouth traveled. His mouth watered when his eyes met his goal. He gave her a tentative lick on the seam of her core, making her hips jolt. He grinned at her reaction.

“Love how you respond to me.”

He found her clit with ease, swollen with her arousal. Teasing it with the tip of his tongue, he slid two fingers into her cunt and pumped them steadily. His free hand crawled up to her neck, lightly pressing as the feeling made her arousal grow.

Jimin’s appetite grew as he looped his arms around her legs, pinning her hips to the massage bed. He pressed his lips to her pussy, giving it soft kisses along the outer labia. Y/N could do nothing but grab his hair as inhumane sounds spilled from her lips.

“Oh fuck, you’re delicious.”

Yet again, his words made something snap inside as pressure rose to make liquid shoot for between her legs, coating the massage table, herself, and Jimin. He used his other hand to push her legs further apart for him to taste her greedily.

Jimin cooed softly as he pulled back to breathe and removed the blindfold. “You’re amazing, Y/N.”

She blinked, adjusting to the dim light, but began shy under his heated gaze as he lifted her up.

“How do you feel?”

After multiple orgasms, fatigue was setting in, but just having him close only made her crave more from him. “I feel drunk almost.”

He laughed, kissing her forehead. “We’re not even close to being done.” His fingers traced her lips. “Suck.”

She brought them between her lips, suckling them slowly. Jimin’s jaw clenched, watching her twirl her tongue around his digits. He jerked them from her mouth, replacing his mouth to steal her breath away with another kiss.

“Turn around,” he instructed in between kisses.

She faced away from him as he fisted his cock. Erect and throbbing. Y/N's backside swayed as Jimin’s cock slapped against her ass. He dragged his hand to her pussy, cupping it with a moan. Lining himself at her entrance, he glanced at her lovingly.

“Just say the word.”

“Please, Jimin,” she whispered.

His hip snapped forward, filling her to the brim. Her eyes rolled back as she stilled before matching his rhythm. Jimin kept his eyes glued to her ass as it smacked against his stomach. Her name slipped past his lips while fucking her doggy style.

“Oh shit.”

Almost lost in the moment, Jimin nearly missed the etchings on her back. He paused his thrusts, staring at it in awe.

Y/N felt his movements still as she turned to look at him over her shoulder. “Jimin?”

He met her gaze as confusion covered his face. “You’re an angel.”

“What? How did you know?”

His fingers traced over her shoulder blades delicately. “You’re my other half. I–it seems so familiar.”

Y/N twisted around, breaking the contact between them. “What do you mean?”

Jimin cupped her chin, staring into her eyes as his own glowed faintly. “Surely you felt a pull towards me. I’m much more than a man, Y/N.”

At the sight of his eyes, all her suspicions were true. Jimin was something otherworldly.

“Do you fear me?”

“Why should I? I’ve been sent here as punishment,” she answered.

He shook his head. “No, not a punishment. It was fate to find each other. I refuse to lose you again.”

A smile formed on her face. “Yes, it was fate.”

“You’re not leaving my sight ever again.”

He pulled her close, each letting out a groan as they connected again.

Y/N muffled out a moan. Her walls quivered around his cock, and she was close.

They both were. Heavy, heady breathing filled the air as the young lovers’ orgasms rose. It was as if static filled the air. Everything became so messy; each caught up in their pleasure. Jimin tensed and gripped her hair tighter.

“My angel. I found you,” he cried.

At his words, she let out a strangled cry; her orgasm rippled through her body, making her body convulse, Jimin’s seed spilled into her cunt, as he pulled out to let it drip onto her ass and the massage table. He fell forward, body covered in sweat as his forehead touched her back.

He kissed her gently, holding her close to him.

“You’re mine.”

---

They laid still under the sheets as the ceiling fan shifted the air in the room. Jimin moved them back into his bedroom after their activities to rest awhile. Y/N nuzzled against his chest as his fingers stroked her back soothingly.

“Do you remember?”

Y/N murmured as her senses stirred. “Remember what?”

Jimin stared at the ceiling. “When you were human.”

Her eyes popped open in surprise. She lifted her head to stare up at him. “Not really. Do you?”

“Bits and pieces. It was so long ago. I can’t even recall the time period.”

She hummed in understanding. “Seems like eons ago. I don’t know if I want to remember that time.”

“Would you ever want to go back?”

“Never.”

Jimin chuckled softly. “Why? Too many rules?”

Y/N shook her head. “I wouldn't have met you.”

His heart stilled for a moment. Clearing his throat, he glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “Almost dawn.”

She sighed briefly, closing her eyes. “I need to get home.”

Jimin snorted in amusement. “Stay here for the night…er day. I’ll take you home.”

“Alright. I’ll at least shower.”

With some effort, Y/N walked with some difficulty to the bathroom off in the corner. Jimin rested against the pillows as he heard the water turn on. It wasn’t until he heard screaming that the blood drained from his face. He leapt from the bed, running into the bathroom.

“Y/N!”

She laid unresponsive on the tile. Blood pooled around her like some scarlet blanket. He bent down, picking her up. Her skin was hot to the touch.

“Baby? Y/N?! Wake up!”

“I told you there would be consequences.”

Jimin’s fangs tensed as he saw Namjoon leaning in the doorframe.

“What did you do to her?!”

“Nothing, brother. This was all you.”

“What? I didn’t do this!”

“You did. You’re killing her by being near her.”

Jimin shook his head as the lump in his throat grew. “No, no, there’s got to be a way to save her. Namjoon…brother, please. I’ll do anything.”

Namjoon sighed as a frown set in. “You’ll have to pay a steep price.”

“I don’t give a fuck! Y/N doesn’t deserve this!”

“Your blood can save her,” he explained.

“Fine!” Jimin looked around frantically for something sharp.

“But–”

He glared at Namjoon with scrutiny. “But what?”

“She’ll gain her life but forget you in the process. Are you prepared to give that up?”

Jimin sat there stunned. Time was of the essence. He looked from Y/N to the mirror piece in his hand. Blinking reluctantly, he nodded slowly.

“She’s worth thousands of lives.”

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As the snow fell in big flakes from the sky, Jimin walked down the street, wrapping his scarf tighter around his neck. The wind picked up as the minutes ticked on. As he stood at the crosswalk, she walked on the opposite side. It couldn’t have been. But there she was. Eyes widening, he couldn’t get over there fast enough. She walked into the coffee shop around the corner, and he followed her inside. The words caught in his throat as they stood in line. When her turn came, she ordered her to drink–a medium lemon ginger tea and waited while the barista prepared it. She thanked them when her name was called, and they handed her the drink. Just as he was about to speak, a voice spoke up.

“Y/N!”

She turned to see a group in the corner waving to her. Grinning, she waved before turning to go to the condiments table.

“Excuse me.”

Jimin blinked as she was in front of him. She giggled at him as they moved side to side. He chuckled nervously, sidestepping out of her way. “Oh, s-sorry.”

She gave him a soft smile, adding honey to her cup. Walking past, she barely noticed him as she went to the table with the group of people sitting there.

He could feel his heart breaking slowly as he backed out of the coffee shop. Seeing her there with no care in the world was enough for him.

“Goodbye, my angel.”

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