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â lover to lean on â by @sketchguk
for months, you can hear your no face neighbor and his âgirlfriendâ singing and dancing and laughing and falling in love. above all, you can hear their bed banging against your shared wall, and they wonât ever let you sleep. youâd much rather stay up at night worrying about your own problems, like the weight of an unrequited crush, so of course youâre bitterly single. but one day, the apartment is radio silent. and one day slowly turns into one week and then into an immeasurable amount of time since youâve heard his laugh. so on valentineâs day, when youâre missing it the most, you beg your neighbor to open up to you with cookies in one hand and two broken hearts in the other. | 20k [a, f, s]
â believe it â by @writtenwhalien
When your car breaks down late at night in your hometown and the door you knock on just happens to belong to the man that was almost yours, it opens the floodgates to memories you had hoped to keep suppressed and those youâve never forgotten about. | 28.7k [f, a, s]
â everybody loves somebody â by @dollfaceksj
In a world where thereâs a small chance for you to contract a deadly disease the specific moment you come to the realization that the person closest to your heart will always be out of your reach, you find yourself coughing up blood stained flower petals after your best friend â and fuck buddy â Park Jimin, tells you heâs been seeing someone. | 11.7k [a, s]
â blooming days â by @bluekyun
A typical night for you begins at the library in your favorite chair underneath the lamp in the corner, only to be picked up at 3am by your best friend, Jimin. Despite having slept over in his room several times before, this certain night in Sigma house leads to far more than you ever imagined. But what is to come of your friendship once you reveal those two little lines that will change your lives forever? | 15.3k [f, a, s]
â the very last thing i decide â by @ugh-yoongi
you learn what it means to love with blood on your hands. | 12k [a, s]
â heartburn â by @jiminrings
you know itâd happen eventually and youâve been preparing yourself for the impending hurt â you just donât want it now. not now when itâs nearing jiminâs little sisterâs birthday; not now when you can swear love isnât the only thing you can put on the table. | series [a]
â letâs get quizzical â by @taleasnewastime
Thursday night pub quizzes with your friends are a must. One of those friends being your long-term friend, long-term crush, Park Jimin. At this point 99.9% of the population knows you have feelings towards him, Jimin being the 0.1% that doesnât. But what happens when a bet goes wrong and your weekly quizzes become more complicated than fun? | 28.6k [a, f, s]
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sweet love | pjm

‷ part of the dads universe
†pairing: coffee shop owner!jimin x female reader
†genre: parents au, exes to lovers, fluff, and smut
†rating: 18+
†summary: jimin is the father of your four-year-old daughter, moon, and heâs also your ex. an ex you never considered getting back to, but that wasnât until you both found yourself being single again. watching a movie with moon every sunday became the perfect excuse to flirt together discreetly. a flirt that brought back ten years of sweet love.
†words: 14,388
†warnings: mention of pregnancy, mention of breakup, sexual tension, flirting, long-haired!jimin, little moon is sick, mention of jealousy, some teasing, a lot of making out, mention of struggles after a breakup, praising, mention of postpartum struggles, some swearing, pet names, thigh riding, dirty talking, masturbation, dom!jimin, big cock!jimin, missionary, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, nipple play, creampie, and multiple orgasms
†authorâs note: hiiii guys âš so here you finally have sweet love!! as âbefore youâ, itâs an old fic that i rewrote and in this one iâve added extra scenes and conversations. it was definitely fun to rewrite it and make it part of the dads universe đ€ hope youâll enjoy it & happy jimin day đ

Slowly, you open the door of your daughterâs bedroom.
âAre you ready?â You ask your small daughter.
Sheâs struggling to put on her little blue dress, but today, she insisted on dressing by herself. Apparently, a little girl at her school already does everything alone, and Moon, your four-year-old daughter, wants to be just like her. But in general, your little daughter has been showing you that she wants to become more and more independent.
You can totally understand her, you absolutely want her to do things on her own but itâs also okay to ask for a little help.
âLet me help, booboo.â
You rush in her direction to help her out with her dress. She doesnât push you away or anything, she just lets you give her a hand. As you do so, you simply canât believe that she is already four years old. For you, sheâll forever be the tiny little baby that she was at her birth.
Moon was born prematurely, almost five weeks before the due date. She was tiny and more fragile, but she quickly grew once outside and she easily gained weight. The doctors and nurses were actually very impressed by her fast growth. You still remember how proud you were of her †and youâre still very proud of everything she accomplishes.
But since the day she was born, you can only see her as a tiny little baby. Your tiny baby.
âMommy, daddy is coming soon?â Her little eyes look up at you.
You quickly glance down at your watch to check what time it is.
âHe should be coming any minute,â you tell her.
Moonâs father, Jimin, isn't your partner anymore, and today is the day heâs coming to pick her up to spend the week with her. When you broke up with Jimin, you agreed to share Moonâs custody. One week sheâs with you, the next one sheâs with Jimin. In the last three years, everything has been working out pretty well.
âHave you already chosen the movie you want to watch?â
For the past couple of weeks, the day you or Jimin pick up Moon at the otherâs place, the three of you watch a movie together. You always come around 2 pm to enjoy a good afternoon together. Moon is always the one to choose the movie, and you and her father just let her do. Itâs better if she enjoys this moment as much as she can. She doesnât like watching tv, but she can open an exemption for her disney movies.
Since sheâs a little baby, youâve been watching all the disney movies with her so she would know them when sheâs older. Today, she loves them so much that she just wants to watch them, making you and Jimin watch them again and again.
âNot sure yet,â she answers. âWe can choose when daddy comes.â
âOkay, booboo.â
The dress is finally correctly put on your baby, she looks so beautiful. Every week, when Jimin takes her, it always breaks your heart. You perfectly know sheâll be in good hands but being apart from your baby is tough. If things depended on you, youâd be 24/7 around your daughter. But thatâs life. She has a father who isnât your partner anymore, and she deserves to be with him and to be loved by him. The only perk of sharing custody is that you can do your own things when Moon is at her fatherâs.
Your eyes roam at the tiny little girl standing in front of you, causing a smile to spread on your face. She looks a lot like her father. She isnât totally a mini-living version of him, but she inherited a lot of his traits. Thereâs also a lot about her personality that reminds you of him. She clearly takes a lot after him. However, your favorite thing about their resemblance is the way she smiles with her eyes just like him.
The doorbell rings, making your daughter run to the entrance to open the door to her beloved daddy. She always does that when he comes, she always wants to be the first to see him. As you leave her bedroom to join the two of them, you hear Jiminâs voice.
âMy little princess,â he says before grabbing his little daughter.
From afar, you watch this tender moment between a father and a daughter. Their reunion every two weeks melts your heart. It just perfectly shows the sweet and gentle love they have for each other. Even if today you arenât with Jimin anymore, for sure, you chose the best father for your daughter.
As you see them today, you believe that breaking up was the best decision you both took three years ago. Things wouldnât be as they are today, youâre completely sure about it. Most probably your little family would be more broken, and youâre convinced that you wouldnât even speak with your ex which in the end would be absolutely sad.
At first, you deeply regretted offering your daughter this kind of dysfunctional family. For a long time, you were persuaded that she would be destroyed because of this separation that happened when she was only seven months old. However, as you and Jimin made everything to remain friends for her own good, you got to see your daughter blooming into this remarkable human being. In the end, this dysfunctional family is her kind of normal because you always made sure she came first.
âHey,â you say as you get closer to the two of them.
Jiminâs face turns to look at you, his smile never leaving his face. Your heart squeezes when his eyes lock with yours. He looks absolutely stunning with that brown polo and black classic pants. His sleeves are rolled up, and you can see in his hands a black cap. His strong arms tightly hold your little princess who is now looking at you too.
Lately, things have changed between you and Moonâs father. After you ended things with your ex, a sexual tension has been growing between the two of you. At first, it was just a simple flirt between the two of you, something completely innocent. Honestly, you let it happen because it reminded you of the ten years you spent with him. It felt good to be back to how things were.
Seeing movies every sunday with your daughter is just an excuse to spend more time together. Honestly, itâs good to be able to spend more time together. Also, youâve noticed how happier your baby is after the now-weekly movie session. In the end, this little excuse to flirt more and be more together has a lot of positive outcomes.
None of you has actually thought of what could eventually happen if you decide to ever go further than flirting. However, you are both trying to be extremely careful because there is Moon. Any decision that you might take will impact her first, and you both want to keep this dynamic that has been working for three years now.
âHi, yn,â Jimin says as he takes a step closer in your direction.
The man presses a kiss on your cheek, causing an intense wave of heat to suddenly grow inside you. Lately, every time he presses a soft kiss on your cheeks or even if his body brushes against yours, you instantly feel extremely hot. The power the man holds over you still blows your mind.
Moon also takes advantage to press a kiss on your other cheek, and you smile as the two of them simply show you affection.
âMama is really beautiful,â your daughter says as she looks now to her dad.
Your daughter always adores complimenting you, she probably takes that after her father. While you were together, the man would shower you with compliments, it was his way of showing his love for you. It honestly made you extremely happy, and now, you have this little pumpkin who constantly does the same.
âShe really is!â Jimin agrees, his eyes still devouring you.
Your eyes donât ever leave his figure. Jimin has been letting his hair grow lately, and you believe that it suits him really well. With the cap in his hand, you can totally picture him with it on his long hair. He must look like a whole damn snack. A snack youâd definitely love to take a bite.
âAnd both of you also are very handsome!â you reply with a bright smile on your face.
They are more than handsome. They are perfect. The most perfect human beings you have ever laid eyes on. Well, technically, Moon is only this perfect because the man holding her right now made love to you almost five years ago. She is perfect because her father is too.
For a brief moment, your eyes glance at the two of them, but every time they land on Jimin, all you can sense is the growing sexual tension. The tension between you and Jimin has reached its highest peak for the past few days. The man in front of you has been texting you a lot, being quite flirty with you, and honestly, he would have preferred if the two of you were alone. But today, heâs here for his daughter. For you, he already has some ideas behind his mind for another day.
âSo, weâre going to watch that movie?â Jimin asks your little daughter.
His eyes move from you to his princess. Every time he looks at her, all he thinks about is the ten years of sweet love he shared with you. The ten years spent with you were definitely the best years of his life, and just like you, today, he doesnât regret how things have changed between the two of you. For sure, he would have preferred to give another kind of family to his baby. If he could, he would give her the same kind of family he grew up in.
But itâs life.
Things canât always be the way we want them, but Jimin has been trying to give the best to his daughter. Being on good terms with you has always been his top priority because he knows it will affect your little baby. Her happiness comes before anything else.
âYes!â Moon exclaims with delight.
The three of you head to the living room, Jimin sitting on the couch while you grab the remote control. He sits on the couch with Moon on his lap, she gets all comfortable in her fatherâs arms before you quickly join them. As you turn the tv on, you take a seat next to your ex. Your little baby looks at you with a bright smile on her face, showing you just how much happiness this moment brings to her.
âWhich movie do you want to watch?â
Moon starts thinking about what sheâd like to see but knowing her, itâs probably going to take her three hours before she makes a decision.
âWhat about Frozen?â you suggest as you set Disney + on tv.
âNo,â she says, shaking her head.
âZootopia?â Jimin proposes.
Moon doesnât seem convinced by your suggestions. That girl doesnât watch that much tv but sheâs still very tough when it comes to choosing something. On top of that, sheâs also extremely tired today. Last night, she wasnât feeling very well which led her to not sleep a lot. Most probably, sheâs going to fall asleep during the movie but itâll be okay. You prefer that honestly.
âRaya!â She almost screams as she sees the movie being suggested on the screen.
âOkay, booboo,â you say as you select Raya and the last dragon.
Moon gets all comfortable on her fatherâs lap after he pulls a blanket on her small body. You smile as you see them. The bond between a father and a daughter is truly magical. Every time you see Jimin and Moon interacting together, it reminds you of the close relationship you have with your father. He has always been there for you, he has always given you the right amount of love, and since you were a little baby, youâd do anything for him.
As you see Moon and Jimin, you know that theyâll share the same bond. It will for sure be different but it will be a very strong one. Plus, sheâs a total daddyâs girl. She has Jimin wrapped around her little fingers, and heâll do anything for her. For sure, in the future, sheâll be the one doing everything for him.
On the couch, you try to get as close as possible to them, but you also try to not stick your body against your ex's. Although things are getting to a completely new place with him, youâre just scared to do something completely inappropriate, especially with Moon around. When thereâs just the two of you, itâs okay to be very touchy or to be flirty, but when Moon is around and awake, you try to be very careful with everything you do.
The movie starts, but you already know it by heart. Your daughter adores it so much, you have seen it a million times. But honestly, you also like the movie so you donât mind watching it over and over again.
As the movie progresses, Jimin slowly moves closer to you while your baby is falling asleep in his lap. Since heâs really subtle, you donât even notice his body getting closer to yours.
âShe must be pretty exhausted,â Jimin whispers in your ear, causing you to jump with fear.
âGosh, you scared me, Jimin!â You press your hand on your chest before looking up at him.
His face is very close to yours, his hot breath is falling on your face, and his dark orbs are glued on you. The last time you were this close was a week ago, at his place. Before the movie session, you both prepared some snacks in the kitchen, and you almost bumped into each other. That closeness almost caused you to kiss but it didnât happen since Moon abruptly appeared in the kitchen.
Your heart is beating extremely fast in your chest. Heâs way too close to you, and you donât really know what to do. So your eyes glance down at your daughter to avoid looking at the man who has been haunting your wildest dreams for the past few weeks. As you look at your baby, you can see that sheâs already sleeping peacefully on her daddy.
âShe didnât sleep well last night,â you admit as you watch her sleeping like a little angel. âShe wasnât feeling well, and she spent most of the night awake.â
Slowly, you glance up at him to catch a bit of his reaction. His facial expression gets softer as he realizes that his baby must be pretty exhausted. Nights like this are something you are both familiar with. Moon is still very young so she gets sick pretty easily which also impacts her sleep quality. Thankfully, she takes naps the day after to compensate.
âIâm actually relieved that she fell asleep now, I was scared she wouldnât sleep at all today,â you tell him.
âBut how was she this morning?â He asks with concern.
âShe was sleepy but I put her in front of her favorite cartoons,â putting her favorite cartoons always makes her sleep, and itâs something that surprises you. âMy parents were supposed to come but I canceled last minute to see if she could sleep a bit before youâd arrive.â
The entire morning, she was lying on the couch with her little milk in her hand and her eyes glued to the tv. Those things comfort her when sheâs not doing well, and they always help to put her back to sleep. However, this morning, she only slept for about an hour.
âShe didnât sleep a lot, I guess she was just too excited to see you today.â
A small smile appears on his face. He also gets pretty excited when he needs to come to your place to pick her up. He loves to see his daughter.
âYou could have told me,â he says. âI would have come on another day.â
âSheâs not doing well, Jimin, and she needs her father.â
Just the thought of telling her that her daddy wouldnât be coming today devastates you. You know how much she was looking forward to this exact moment. Nothing is as important as this right here.
âShe would have cried if you didnât come. She loves those movie sessions with us, she loves to see us coming to pick her up every Sunday. This is what helps her to feel good. I donât want to take this away from her, especially when sheâs not feeling well.â
Jimin presses a soft kiss on your forehead. Even if today you arenât together anymore, heâs sure he chose the best mama for his baby. Thereâs nobody else he would have loved to have a kid with, and if he ever wants to have more, itâll be with you. Nobody else. Even all the exes he has accumulated for the past three years canât compare with you.
His mother told him once that no matter what, heâll always be drawn to you. Not only you are his first love, but youâre also the mother of his child. Even if youâll never be together anymore, the love and bond between you will always be special.
However, today, heâs convinced that it goes beyond that. Today, heâs convinced that heâll never be able to love anyone else. Those last three years without you have taught him that. He has grown to understand that a life without you isnât even possible.
The two of you started dating when you were only fifteen. You were very young but madly in love. Nobody thought things would work between you because you were very different. Jimin was the typical bad boy while you were more of a discreet girl. It almost looked like a cliché teenage movie, but eventually, the two of you completely changed the other.
After eight solid years of relationship, things started to get pretty rocky. All due to a friend you met at work. Jimin considered that he was clearly flirting with you, even in front of him when you strongly believed it wasnât the case. Slowly, jealousy started to take a big place in your relationship and it destroyed the trust you both had for each other.
Since you didnât want to lose Jimin, you took some distance from that coworker but it was obvious that your relationship with your boyfriend would never be the same. Things were different but you were doing everything to try to save it. In the middle of all that turbulence, you got pregnant, and you both worked harder to make it work.
Moonâs arrival clearly changed everything, but she didnât help to improve your relationship. Everything was already falling apart when you got pregnant. When you realize it, you simply decide to end everything before it got worse. It wasnât easy for the two of you. It was definitely hard to put behind ten years of love.
But it was the best decision for Moon.
âAnd how are you feeling?â
Jimin knows that if Moon hasnât slept, you didnât too. His little girl always needs her mama when sheâs not feeling well because nobody can bring as much comfort to her as you do.
His concern warms your heart. Beyond being all flirty with you, Jimin has also shown a lot more love to you. In the end, youâre not just Moonâs mother. Slowly, you rest your head on his shoulder because you need to feel him in any way. He puts his head on top of yours, his heart being overwhelmed with love. Two of the women he loves the most are snuggled up against him.
âIâm tired, but Iâve known worse,â you whisper.
The first weeks of Moonâs life were a nightmare, and you survived them. She was very tiny and needed her mother and father. Sheâd cry a lot which was totally normal for a newborn since she wasnât able to take care of herself. On top of that, she was born prematurely so youâd visit the pediatrician quite often to make sure sheâd be alright.
So if you survived that period, you believe that nothing can be worse than that.
Although your daughter is sleeping peacefully, you and Jimin keep watching the movie together. This feels like heaven for the two of you. Almost like you were brought back to three years ago.
Once the movie is finished, Jimin takes Moon in his arms and places her on her little bed. Heâs definitely not going to take her home now, he prefers that she sleeps. From her roomâs door, you watch him put her carefully on the bed, an apparent smile growing on your face. He pushes the sheets on her tiny body before joining you.
As his eyes roam your face, he tries to think of a way to express his wish to stay longer. Heâs thinking about how to formulate it without sounding like a desperate man. However, he ignores that you want him to stay.
âDo you want to stay until she wakes up?â you offer him.
Without any second thoughts, he nods, more than happy to stay longer than he was supposed to initially.
âA glass of wine?â you suggest.
âNo, I still need to drive Moon to my place,â he tells you. âBut if you have anything else, I wonât say no.â
Certainly, you have more than just wine to drink in your house. Your little daughter is too young to drink alcohol, but sheâs obsessed with apple juice. You always make sure to have enough of her favorite juice at home so for sure you have some of it. The two of you leave her little room to head to the kitchen. Once youâre inside, you open the fridge to see what you have inside to drink.
âI have some leftovers of Moonâs apple juice in the fridge,â you tell your ex. âOr I have water,â you show him the bottle on the worktop of the kitchen.
âIâll take the apple juice.â
His fridge is also full of apple juice just for his little baby. Every Saturday, he does some grocery shopping, and he buys everything Moon loves. He constantly makes sure to have all her little things in his house in case some emergency appears and she has to stay with him on the week sheâs supposed to be with you.
You take the juice box as well as two glasses, and you fill them with the sweet juice. You hand one glass to Jimin before taking the other for yourself. His eyes never cease to glance at you. He takes one sip before putting his glass on the little table. The man comes closer to you, your heart hammering in your chest as the distance between the two of you slowly disappears.
Your mind keeps wondering what heâs going to do. After ten years of relationship, you can easily say that this man right here is completely unpredictable. He can go from sweet to dirty in a blink of an eye. And when he gets dirty, he really gets super dirty. His super dirty mind will bring the two of you to bed, his head between your thighs.
Once his face is super close to yours, your eyes are instantly fluttering shut. A smirk grows on his face as he watches you closing your eyes. His breathing caresses your face while his sweet scent lingers in the air. Your heart is beating extremely fast, ready to leave you at any moment.
âThereâs something we started last week that Moon didnât let us finish,â he whispers in your ear with his deepest voice.
Shivers run down your spine, and you keep your eyes close, too scared to take a look at the man in front of you. You perfectly can picture the expression on his face right now. For sure, the dirtiest smirk is on his face, and his eyes are filled with lust. That expression will for sure have you so weak that youâll instantly fall into his arms.
âWhat are you talking about?â you tease him a bit.
You perfectly know what heâs referring to, but it wonât hurt to just play a tiny bit with him. Well, most probably, Jimin will tease you a million times more.
âDo you want me to remind you?â
Instantly, you open your eyes, your heart pounding extremely fast as you realize what is about to happen. For the past week, your mind has been thinking over and over again about the moment where you almost kissed. That moment, you desperately wanted to taste his lips on yours again but Moon put an end to that.
Jiminâs eyes are hungrily devouring you while he waits for an answer from you. Your eyes move from his eyes to his plump lips, resting a little too much on them while you wonder how it will feel to kiss him again. Will it be like before? Or will it feel like kissing him for the first time? The more you think about it, the more you want to taste them.
âYes, remind me what Moon interrupted,â you almost beg.
The black-haired man doesnât waste another second before pressing his lips against yours for a fervent kiss. His hand finds its way to the back of your neck, holding you while he hungrily kisses you.
After three years, youâre kissing again. It seems unbelievable.
His lips are extremely soft, but you were kind of expecting it. His plump lips have always felt soft when you both kiss, and you always loved that. However, even if you were expecting this softness, this kiss feels like the first one. This seems like itâs the first time youâre doing it while you have ten years of kissing history. Slowly, he starts moving his lips to passionately kiss you.
Soon enough, his tongue is licking your lips so you can open your mouth. His tongue is desperate to meet yours after all this time. Heâs desperate to deepen this kiss because just your lips on each other arenât enough for him. He has been dreaming of this for the past couple of days.
His hands move to your waist before bringing your body closer to his. Heâs craving to feel more friction and to simply feel your body pressed against his. This sudden closeness after three years of simply co-parenting is driving both of you completely crazy. The two of you are starting to pant hard but it clearly doesnât matter.
His hands snail up to cup your face in them while the kiss becomes more and more ardent. This kiss is clearly indicating how desperate you both are for each other. The sexual tension has really been too much to handle lately.
Out of breath, you break the kiss before pressing your forehead against his. Jimin is smiling, his eyes glued to your face while you try to catch your breath. Even after all those years, he still finds you extremely pretty and attractive.
As you look down at his hands, you notice the tattoo on his wrist. Four years ago, a couple of days after Moonâs birth, he got the number 13 tattooed. Not only does it stand for his birth date but it also stands for Moonâs birth date. Just like her father, she was born a 13. That tattoo always warms your heart in unexplained ways.
âWe should probably move to my room in case this goes any further,â you suggest before looking up at him.
âBut do you want to take this further?â Jimin asks.
Even if your body is showing all the apparent signs that you want to do more than just kissing, he wants to be completely sure you want this. He doesnât desire you to regret this tomorrow morning when you wake up. Even though this might be a simple one-night stand, he doesnât want you to regret it.
âMore than you can imagine,â you reply before pressing a soft kiss on his lips.
The father of your child kisses you back, more than excited to show you how much he misses you. You intertwine your fingers together before guiding you both to your bedroom. The two of you try to be as quiet as possible since Moon is peacefully sleeping, and you donât want to wake her up after the terrible night she had.
Once inside your bedroom, you make sure to close the door. It wouldnât be a great idea to have Moon seeing you doing unholy things with her father. Hopefully, sheâll sleep for a good two extra hours, and you wonât need to worry about being caught by your daughter. But itâs better to take precautions.
Jiminâs eyes roam the room where he hasnât ever come in three years. After your breakup, you sold your shared apartment to move into a new one. The memories shared in that place were too intense and none of you wanted to stay there. Quickly after, you moved into this apartment but the only room Jimin never got to see was your bedroom.
There is barely any decoration. Thereâs just a big bed in the middle of the room, two nightstands, one on each side of the bed, and there are some pictures here and there, mostly pictures of Moon. This room reminds him of his own bedroom.
After living with you, it was hard to be on his own. A bedroom without you by his side was also extremely hard so he decided to put the bare minimum. However, his bedroom feels constantly empty, almost as if someone is missing. Today, heâs convinced that youâre the one missing.
Jimin kisses you again once his eyes have done a quick tour of your bedroom. Naturally, you move to your bed where you know things will take a sexual turn. You can still stop things if you desire but your body is desperately craving for your ex. Your body needs are completely clouding your mind, and you honestly donât care. Right now, all you want is to be intoxicated by your first love.
As you break the kiss, you take his brown polo off, revealing his bare skin to your hungry eyes. You enjoy the view while being sat on his lap; his torso is in full display just for you. The first thing that catches your eyes is his ânevermindâ tattoo, itâs still extremely big but you always loved this tattoo so damn much. Then, you canât help but notice how toned his torso has become.
âYouâve been working out a lot for the past three years,â you say as your fingers touch his rib tattoo.
âAfter Moonâs birth, I became so lazy, and it was time to work out again like I used to.â
Jimin used to work out so much before your daughterâs arrival. There wasnât a day where he wasnât at the gym working out or he wasnât doing any sport. He used to dance a lot as well as doing karate.
âDo you still dance?â
Your fingers trace from his tattoo to his chest, causing Jimin to shiver at the feeling of your fingertips brushing against his skin.
âOf course, I never stopped,â he replies before pressing a quick kiss on your lips. âDancing saved me after our breakup.â
Hearing that your breakup equally devastated him breaks your heart. Jimin deserves all the best in the world because heâs such a beautiful soul. Never before have you met someone like him. He was your sunshine when you were together. Unfortunately, things werenât working anymore, and it was definitely better to simply let go even if it was painful.
And it was.
Raising Moon on your own and not having Jimin constantly by your side was extremely hard. For sure, it was the most complicated time you faced in your life. But today, things are better and that experience made you grow as a human.
You press your lips against his, expecting to reassure him in some way. He licks your bottom lip before he grips it with his teeth, making you moan. As he hears your sweet moan, his dick twitches inside his pants. As the sweet moan leaves your lips, you open your mouth, and Jimin seizes the occasion to slip his tongue inside your mouth. Another moan leaves your pretty lips at the feeling, and unintentionally, Jimin flexes his toned thigh. That simple action is felt in all the right places in your body, making your pussy clench around emptiness.
Jimin instantly smirks, looking like the devil himself, and his hands snail down on your body to take off your shirt. His fingers softly caress your back as he brings you closer to him. His soft gestures create goosebumps all over your skin and a small whimper leaves your lips.
His lips come closer to your ear before he whispers in the shell of it. âTake your pants off, honey.â
Slowly, you stand up to undress in front of the man. He bites his lower lip as you unbutton your jeans, his length growing harder in his pants at the sight youâre offering him. He hasnât seen you dressed in so little clothing in more than four years. The last time it happened was during your pregnancy. After Moonâs birth, you simply avoid having any sexual interactions.
His cock twitches when he sees you wearing only your underwear. Even after giving birth to his favorite human, you look fine as hell. The thought of knowing that in a couple of minutes you wonât be wearing anything is slowly driving him crazy.
When you start walking closer to him, Jimin adjusts himself in the bed, his back pressed against the headboard. He spreads his legs, subtly making you understand to take a seat on only one leg. Thereâs no doubt that he wants you to ride his thigh, and nothing in the world would make you happier than doing it.
Dry humping is something you used to do a lot when you were together. Your sex drive was insanely high during your whole relationship, and youâd have sex in very unusual places, even in public. It was hard to resist each other.
As you place yourself on his thigh, Jiminâs eyes roam your body. He bites harder on his bottom lip, especially once your body is on his thigh. This is highly alluring.
âYou look like a fucking dream!â He whispers.
In those three years, he has seen a very huge amount of women but you are for sure the prettiest he has ever seen. He still perfectly remembers how he constantly compared all those women to you. It was most probably toxic, but youâre the only person he has ever found pretty.
The compliment makes you smile as you know itâs a sincere one. After giving birth to Moon, it was hard to look at yourself in the mirror. Your body changed so much but with time, you learned to love it even more than before. That body you were despising was the first home to your baby and it also provided her all the nutrients she needed after she joined you. That was more than magical. Your body deserved to be loved for that.
With the way youâre sitting on his leg, Jimin now has a proper view of your black laced panties. They hide enough of your private area but they also reveal just enough to make him want to see your pussy. His eyes are completely glued to your clothed pussy pressed against his dark pants.
As youâre scared that Moon will wake up in the next few minutes, you waste no time in rolling your hips against his toned thigh. One of the perks of all the dancing and karate classes he took younger is his extremely toned thighs. Even when he stops working out or dancing, they are still super toned.
But damn, those thighs have already procured you so much pleasure.
âFuck, yn,â he groans when you start moving your hips against his thigh.
Jimin presses his lips on yours for a filthy kiss, his tongue passing past your lips to meet yours. This feels more than good. He forgot how everything about you can be addictive, and damn, he wants to do more than this. He wants to fuck you senseless until all you can think about is him.
As his tongue plays with yours inside your mouth, his hands find their way to your waist and guide your hips as youâre straddling his thigh. A small moan leaves your lips but the man in front of you swallows it directly. Those intimate moments between you are something he has missed dearly. The connection you have is something extremely unique that he never experienced before with anyone else.
Even if he wasnât virgin when he met you, he truly discovered everything with you. The two of you explored so many things in your sexuality, and it made the bond between you grow stronger. When he looks into your eyes, he can exactly tell what you want, he doesnât need you to verbally express it, something he couldnât understand with any other girl.
Your first love pushes his thigh firmly against your clothed pussy before flexing the muscle once more.
âI like how youâre riding my thigh, yn,â he whispers against your lips.
As youâre slowly moving your hips faster, you place your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself. Jimin shivers as your soft hands touch his body.
âBut I want to feel you properly,â he adds.
Of course, heâs enjoying this moment with all his soul but he craves more. One of his hands slides down on your body to tug aside the fabric of your panties until your clit is directly pressed against his black pants. A breath falls from your lips as you drag your pussy against the thick material of his pants.
Jimin pulls you firmly against his flexed muscle, and once his hands are back on your waist, he quickens the pace of your hips. Although youâre fighting as much as you can to not moan a lot, itâs almost impossible due to all the pleasure youâre feeling at the moment. This will for sure wake up your little baby. A trail of barely audible moans leaves your mouth, loving the friction of his pants against your pussy.
âI wish you didnât have to hold back your moans, honey,â he whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. âIâd love to hear you moan my name.â
Jimin is a master when it comes to dirty talking. He just knows what to say and when to do it. In your ten years of relationship, he was able to make you come just with words which is extremely incredible.
As youâre riding his thigh harder and faster, his cock gets harder and tighter inside his pants. If he doesnât do anything right now, heâll explode in his pants. While youâre still completely euphoric by the way youâre riding his thigh, he lowers his pants and underwear a tiny bit to allow his cock to slap against his lower stomach.
When you notice the little monster being freed, your eyes glance down at it. His cock takes your breath away, standing proud in between your bodies. His fingers grab a hold of his cock before moving them up and down the length. This sight alone gets you wetter.
âFuck,â he mumbles, his head slowly going back at the feeling of his fingers on his length and your clit rubbing against him. âYouâre doing this so well, honey.â
Your teeth bite your bottom lip as you stare deep into his eyes. The intimacy of the eye contact with the friction against your clit makes the wave of pleasure grow intensely inside you. You know that you wonât last long before your orgasm hits you hard.
âPleasuring yourself on my thigh while I touch myself,â he growls in your ear while his hand keeps pumping his cock. âItâs extremely hot, honey.â
Jimin runs his thumb over the tip of his cock, his teeth gripping his bottom lip between his teeth. The pace of his strokes on his cock follows the pace of your hips working on his thigh. You can see on his face that itâs also a matter of minutes or seconds before heâs coming on his hand.
âFuck, yn,â his eyes glance down at your throbbing pussy rubbing against his thigh, âyouâre doing it perfectly.â
At his words, you buck your pussy faster against his thigh. You can feel that youâre getting closer and closer to hitting your orgasm.
âJimin,â his gaze meets yours once again when you say his name, âIâm so close...â you almost whimper.
The hand resting on your waist snails down on your body, his thumb starting to circle on your clit. It instantly sends you over the edge, the wave of pleasure hitting you hard. You bite your lips and close your eyes at the overwhelming feeling. You try as hard as possible to not moan as you donât want to make too much noise.
The sight of you coming undone makes him come. Just like you, he bites his lips to refrain any moan to leave his lips. Your daughterâs sleep is extremely important. As the orgasm overwhelms him, cum flows on his hand and some spurts of cum hit his abs.
Your eyes glance down with marvel at the way heâs coming. His hot cum flowing from his head makes you want to lick it. Before any of you gets the time to do or say anything else, you hear the handle of your bedroomâs door moving.
âShit, sheâs awake,â you swear before quickly standing up to put your clothes back on.
As youâre putting the clothes on again, you give Jimin some towels to clean himself before he also puts his clothes back on. A loud knock is quickly heard, and Moonâs voice calls for you. Her little sleepy voice melts your heart instantly, causing you to feel sorry to have closed the door. But damn, you donât regret anything that happened with Jimin.
Moon knocks again at the door before speaking once more. âMama, why is your door closed?â
Once youâre fully dressed, you take one quick look at Jimin. His clothes are again on him but his hair is all messed up. Anyone looking at him can perfectly understand that he just had an orgasm. A small smile appears on your face.
Quickly, you run to the door and open it to your baby. To her surprise, she sees both her parents in the same room. That is something quite unexpected for her, but sheâs happy that her mama and dadda get along so well.
âWhy is dadda in your room?â She asks, her little finger pointing to her father.
As she raises the question, you know that you have like five seconds to come up with something otherwise itâll be suspicious. Jimin gets closer to the two of you, his hand pushing his hair back to arrange it a bit.
âWe were taking a little nap while you were sleeping,â he presses a small kiss on her forehead before taking her in his arms. âBut how are you feeling, my little princess?â
Jimin knows that if he completely changes the conversationâs topic, Moon will forget about this little weird moment. None of you ever imagined being interrupted by your little daughter during such a moment, but that for sure made it unforgettable.
âTired,â she simply replies before pressing her little head on the crook of his neck.
Your heart instantly melts, and you canât help but press a soft kiss on her forehead. Sheâs absolutely adorable but you know that sheâs sick. For sure, tomorrow, youâll have to go to the doctor with her to see whatâs going on with your little baby. You and Jimin hate to see her like that, you feel extremely powerless.
Jiminâs aware that he canât just take her home like that, she needs her mama more than anything else right now.
âIâll take you home with me now, baby,â he starts saying. âWhat do you think if mama comes with us?â
His eyes glance down at you to see your reaction. He believes itâd be a good idea that the three of you go to his place so Moon can fall asleep easier tonight.
âIf mama is okay to come with us,â he adds.
Your hand brushes back your daughterâs hair so you can see her little face even if sheâs hiding most of it. Nothing will ease your heart than going with them to Jiminâs place. Tonight, you know you wonât be able to sleep if sheâs far away from you while being sick.
âI will come with you, booboo. Is that okay for you?â You ask her before pressing a sweet kiss on her plump cheek.
Of course, youâll only go if she wants it. You would never want to make her feel uncomfortable in any way. Youâve already been a lot of times to his place when she was feeling sick, and it wouldnât be something new. But this time around is different, youâll be leaving your place together to go to his place. This never happened before, and youâre a bit scared that she wouldnât feel comfortable.
âYes, I want mama,â she says with a very little voice.
Your heart aches at her little voice. You hug Jimin to have your daughter in between the two of you. Feeling loved during this hard time for her will for sure help her, you know it. She always calls for the missing parent when sheâs sick.
âIâll come then,â you whisper.
Although this little hug is mostly for your daughter, your and Jiminâs hearts are also overwhelmed with love. This sweet and soft moment right after such a wild moment feels like going to heaven. The three of you close your eyes to enjoy this very rare moment.
This is family, an unbreakable bond between parents and their children.

The three of you are in Jiminâs kitchen.
Moon is sleeping once again in her fatherâs arms, she fell asleep right after eating her dinner, and you and Jimin are talking. After arriving at his place, you and her father prepared dinner together. You also took her temperature, and itâs unusually high. Thereâs no doubt that tomorrow, youâll call her pediatrician to check up on her health. Something is definitely wrong with her, and it breaks your heart.
âTomorrow, Iâll call the pediatrician to check if she has some availabilities.â
Your fingers run through her soft black hair, the exact same hair color as her fatherâs. She looks like a little angel when she sleeps, and when sheâs sick, her little cheeks get pink which makes her look even cuter.
âIâm so worried,â you add.
Jiminâs eyes move from his daughter to you.
âSheâs going to be okay, sheâs a little fighter like her mama,â he tries to reassure you. âSheâll be fine in a week or so.â
âI know but my little momâs heart always gets so concerned when she gets sick.â
His face gets closer to yours before his lips press a soft kiss on top of your head. This tender gesture really warms your heart. Youâre more than thankful to have him by your side when it gets hard with Moon.
âItâs normal, but Iâll always be by your side, yn.â
When your eyes look up at the man holding your baby, you close the small distance between your faces by kissing him. Those past few days and especially today have confirmed that the flame that you thought had died three years ago is still there. Your heart still deeply loves Jimin. Your ex wasnât expecting this at all but it definitely brings hope for the future.
âThank you, Jimin.â
He presses another quick kiss on your lips.
âWe've been on this together since the second Moon bloomed in your stomach,â his eyes look down at the little princess sleeping in his arms.
Being a father has been the biggest achievement of his life. Nothing brings more happiness than seeing his daughter bloom into the little person sheâs becoming. Sheâs very strong and independent which always makes him feel pride.
Becoming the father of Moon only happened because you carried her for nine months before giving birth to her. Heâs a father because the two of you worked together to bring her to life and to raise her. So, heâll forever be thankful for it.
âIâll put her in her bed, sheâll be more comfortable,â Jimin says before the two of you stand up. He holds Moon tightly in his arms as he walks to her little bedroom. You open the door for him, and once again, he puts her on her bed.
Hopefully, tonight, sheâll be able to sleep a bit more than she did last night as well as during the day. Your eyes glance down at your baby with concern. All you hope is that tomorrow sheâll feel at least a bit better because you wonât be able to handle seeing her like this for a long time.
Jimin leaves her bedroom after he makes sure that sheâs safe under her bedsheets. Since Moon is deeply afraid of the dark, he leaves the door open so the light of the hallway lightens her room.
âWould you like to stay a little longer?â he asks while youâre walking in the hallway. âIâd like to suggest bringing you home,â he quickly glances at his daughterâs bedroom, âbut thereâs Moon.â
Jimin would have loved to drive you home so heâd get a tiny bit more time with you. However, his little princess is sleeping in her little bed. He canât leave her here or to take her with you.
Your heart is beating fast. Itâs a bit surprising that heâs proposing you to stay at his place. Well, it occurs you that maybe †just maybe †he wants to finish what you started at your place. You wouldnât mind at all to end what you began earlier. Sex with Jimin has always been mind blowing. For sure, after three years, you still have to rediscover each other in bed.
âWell, Iâd like to if you let me,â you finally say with obvious nervousness in your voice.
A bright smile appears on his face as he hears your words. He doesnât dare to look at you as he also feels nervous. Obviously, he likes you and wants to maybe give another chance to your relationship.
But being around you, and even thinking of spending the night with you, makes him feel like this is all new. It makes him feel like heâs back to high school when he was trying to flirt with you more than ten years ago.
âThereâs nothing Iâd like more, yn,â he says while finally looking at you.
Youâre now at the entrance of the living room, standing face to face. He leans against the outline of the door while crossing his arms against his chest, his eyes never once leaving yours. For a moment, you simply donât speak, only looking at each other.
His eyes are sparkling, just like they did when you started dating thirteen years ago. You wonder if youâre looking at him the same way. Definitely, you really want to stay a little longer with him. It feels good to be around him. It feels good to be wanted all over again by your first love.
âIn all honesty, yn,â Jimin says after a little while. âI would really like to give us a second chance.â
The past three years, he has been hooking up with a lot of girls. At first, it was to drown his sorrows, to get you out of his head. He knew heâd never find love in those women, and honestly, he didnât want to love any of them. The pain of the breakup was still hard to handle.
However, a year ago, he fell in love with Gayeong. He really loved her, he even introduced her to Moon. In his mind, he was certain that heâd be with her for a long time. On your side, you were dating Seokhoon for two years. This new blended family was working just fine for all of you. Moon even adored Gayeong and Seokhoon.
Nevertheless, things with them ended. It was hard but slowly, everything changed between you. What was an innocent flirt turned into Sundayâs movies and suddenly, youâre here, wanting to give each other another chance.
And now, your heart is hammering like crazy in your chest, ready to burst any second.
âFlirting with you lately has brought me back to when we were fifteen,â a little smile appears on his face. âTo when I was trying to desperately get you.â
You still remember perfectly how it felt to be chased by the one and only Jimin, the popular guy every girl desired to be with. You were young and very naive as well, but he was the first man to have ever truly seen you. Of course, you really wanted to start dating him, but you still make it a bit difficult for him to see how far heâd go to have you.
However, once you got together, you thought itâd be for life. Time prouved you wrong. Yet, lately, youâve been feeling like probably he has been the one since the beginning. Maybe, you just needed some time apart to grow.
âThings are for sure different now due to the fact that we have a daughter,â his smile grows bigger as he mentions his daughter. âBut the feeling is the same,â he pauses for a hot minute. âI want you.â
Right there and then, you feel the world freezing instantly. Even though it was pretty clear that heâs been wanting you back in your life, itâs something different to hear it from his mouth. It makes it feel real.
Although it warms your heart to hear those words, there is a harsh reality. Today, you have a daughter, and obviously, sheâd understand youâre together. Most probably, sheâd be super happy that her parents are back together. So, if things go wrong all over again, sheâll suffer the most from it.
Thereâs no doubt that no matter what, youâll keep it cordial with Jimin. But itâd be too painful because this time around, Moon will be hurt.
âJimin,â you break the small distance between you. Your face gets super serious, and Jimin almost instantly regrets his words. âAs you said, things are different now. We canât just step into a relationship like that. Thereâs Moon. If this all goes wrong, sheâd be the first impacted.â
His eyes briefly close. The last thing he wants is to cause any harm to his daughter, but he canât just push away his feelings for you. Itâll be unbearable to be around you and not be able to love you the way he wants.
âI know, yn,â he opens his eyes. âSheâs always the person I put first under any circumstances,â his right hand travels to your cheek to caress it. âBut right now, youâre the person I want to be with,â you close your eyes. âThis whole thing of watching movies together wouldnât have happened if I didnât love you,â he marks a little break. âI never stopped loving you, yn. Never,â he insists on his last word.
Jimin being vulnerable like he is right now doesnât happen often. Most of the time, he hides his feelings, too scared to be hurt. During your ten years of relationship, he wouldnât hide anything from you. But he closed himself to you once you broke up. So this right here warms your heart beyond comprehension.
You rest your hand on top of his, stroking it with your thumb. âI donât want to get hurt,â evident sadness can be heard in your voice. âI donât want our daughter to get hurt.â
Your daughterâs father wishes he could promise that none of you will get hurt, but itâs a promise he canât make. The future isnât predictable. However, he can promise he will do everything in his power to avoid hurting any of you.
âI canât promise that, yn,â he murmurs.
Hearing those words break your heart. Itâs obvious he canât guarantee that, life is full of surprises after all. The proof is that you broke up three years ago when you thought heâll forever stood by your side.
âBut I can promise you that Iâll do everything in my power to not do it,â you open your eyes to look at your first love. âThatâs all I can do.â
You press your head against his chest while closing your eyes. Although you wish heâd say something else, you perfectly know that itâs the only thing he can promise. And it goes both ways. Obviously, you want to try again but there is a possibility where youâre the one hurting him. There is possibility where youâre responsible for your daughterâs pain.
Jimin wraps his arms around you before pressing a gentle kiss on top of your head. For a while, you simply stay like that. Thereâs nothing to be said nor that needs to be said. This is a moment you both need. Of course, thereâs been a lot of flirting, and teasing lately which inevitably lead to what happened at your place. You donât regret it. But it opens the door to a possibility where you both give another shot to your relationship.
However, it leaves you wondering if it is a good idea.
âCan I stay for the night?â you finally break the silence.âI donât want to stay too far from Moon,â you try to find an excuse.
âYes,â he instantly replies. âIâll leave you my bed and Iâll sleep in the couch.â
This sounds like the correct approach, especially since youâre not sure about anything right now. Even though thereâs nothing more youâd want but to sleep next to him, itâs better like that.
âI can sleep in the couch,â you tell him. âI almost invited myself to your place so no need to make you sleep on the couch.â
âYouâre my guest so Iâll never make you sleep in my couch,â he starts saying. âAnd my couch can turn into a bed so donât worry, yn.â
Well, knowing Jimin, you can argue as much as you can, heâll stand his position. Thereâs no way heâll let you sleep on the couch so no need to keep arguing. Itâll just be a waste of time for both of you.
âOkay,â you say.
You donât let go of Jimin for a solid ten more minutes. It feels good to be in his arms, it feels good to only be intoxicated by his sweet scent. Thereâs no other place youâd want to be right now.
After that, he guids you to his bedroom. This is a place youâve never seen before. It feels like youâre violating his intimate area. Your eyes wander in this very simply decorated room while he grabs some bedsheets.
âWould you want pajamas?â he proposes.
âIf you donât mind.â
Jimin simply nods before handing you one of his pajamas. He doesnât have many pajamas, he only used them during winter as it gets very cold. Otherwise, he doesnât use them at all.
âThanks,â you smile at him while grabbing it.
Your babyâs daddy smiles back at you. âIâll let you sleep. Let me know if you need anything else.â
âItâs okay, donât worry,â you tell him.
âGoodnight, yn,â he whispers before pressing a kiss on your forehead.
âGoodnight, Jimin,â you reply with your eyes closed.

This morning, Moon woke up feeling great which was a huge contrast with how she was yesterday. But it eased your motherâs heart. So you took the decision with Jimin to not go to the pediatrician today, but youâll keep a close eye on your baby.
When she saw you this morning, she was more than happy. She definitely wasnât expecting it, you could tell it by the way her eyes were sparkling. She was even happier when both her parents dropped her at school. Afterwards, Jimin drove you to your place so you could get ready to go to work.
This weekend was intense, but one youâll for sure never forget. You flirted with your ex-boyfriend, then had sex with him, and finally, had an openhearted conversation.
The entire day, your mind was constantly replaying Jimin's words, wondering what to do. However, what youâre certain of is that you want to have a conversation with him. So, you texted him that your mother would pick up Moon at school.
Jimin is the proud owner of a coffee shop. He opened it a couple of years ago, it was his dream. It wasnât easy at first. There were a lot of expenses and it wasnât easy to find customers. But slowly with time, it became easier.
As you step inside the little shop, you instantly notice that there are quite a lot of people. You arenât actually very surprised. This coffee shop is currently a bit popular on instagram and tiktok, and in some way, it makes you incredibly proud of him.
Your eyes look around, admiring how it has been decorated. Itâs been a while since you last came here. Well, if you think about it, the last time you were here was at the very early beginning. This shop has existed for like four years, itâs as old as Moon. So, it definitely has been awhile.
Jimin now has four employees helping him out with everything. At some point, it became just too much for one person so he slowly hired new people. Right now, he is behind the cash register, talking with someone. Heâs smiling at the person, and you canât help but find him adorable.
As he looks up, his gaze meets yours before his smile grows bigger. Although you informed him youâd like to speak, he wasnât expecting you to actually come here. He thought that youâd like him to come to your place or something like that. However, itâs a very pleasant surprise.
You walk in his direction, queueing as itâd be rude to just pass before everyone else. You look at menu hanging behind Jimin, thinking about what youâd like to order. When youâre finally in front of him, you both look at each other with the brightest smiles.
âWhat would you like to order?â he asks.
âWell, Iâd like to order the owner,â you teasingly say, causing Jimin to blush. âTogether with a simple latte with soy milk and a portion of banana bread.â
For a brief moment, your baby daddy seems to be thinking about what he could reply to this.
âI can give you all of that,â he replies. âFor the owner though, youâll have to wait a little longer.â
âNo problem,â you know you both look like two idiots right now but you absolutely donât care. âHow much do I owe you?â
âNothing, itâs on the house.â
âI canât accept that, Mister Park,â you instantly say with evident seriousness.
Jimin sighs. If he even tries to argue, he knows itâs a lost cause. He knows how damn well you can be very subborn. So he ends up making you pay for your order. You then head to the counter on your right to wait for your order, but the wait isnât long as a server quickly brings it to you. Afterwards, you look for a place to sit while you wait for Jimin, aka the man who owns your heart.
Since itâs almost closing time, it slowly gets less and less crowded. Once there are barely any customer left, Jimin takes a seat on the chair in front of yours, your bodies being only separated by a table.
âWasnât expecting you to come,â he smiles at you.
âMe neither,â you reply. âI decided last minute,â you continue. âI was going to wait at my place, but then I wanted to see your coffee shop.â
Jimin doesnât know how to describe how heâs feeling right now. For sure, itâs been a long time that he hasnât seen you here. Last time, Moon was only a couple of months old.
âIâm very glad you came.â
Seeing him this happy warms your heart beyond comprehension. On top of that, being around him lately also makes you happy. Heâs obviously a fucking tease, but heâs someone you deeply care for and love too.
âMe too.â
âSo where do you want to go?â he asks while placing his elbows on the table to rest his head on his hands.
âMaybe to my place?â you suggest. âOr yours if you prefer.â
âBoth suit me,â he says. âThen, we can go to yours.â
He isnât sure what you want to talk about, but as long as he gets to spend a tiny bit more time with you, it makes him happy.
You simply nod at his answer, and he quickly informs one of his employees to close the store since heâs leaving now. In a matter of seconds, heâs back again so you both can go to your place.
Jimin drives you to your place, and quite honestly, itâs incredibly hot to see him driving. As you sometimes eye him during the drive, seeing him so focus reminds you of your own daughter. She has the same face when sheâs deeply concentrate. It always startles you how much she takes after him.
Once you arrive at your place, you both take a seat on the couch. Your love interest looks at you with evident joy, you donât doubt at all that heâs glad to be here with you. Honestly, youâre happy as well.
âIâve been thinking a lot about yesterdayâs conversation,â you decide to not waste any second and jump directly into the much needed conversation. Jimin nods. âI guess you could understand by all that has been going on that I want you too.â
Jiminâs heart starts beating crazily in his chest. Heâs more than aware of it, but it still makes him feel something to hear those words coming out of your mouth.
âI also never stopped loving you, and honestly, I only realized it when this whole Sundayâs movies happened.â
During your relationship with Seokhoon, you thought you had gotten over Jimin. It wasnât easy sometimes to see him when youâd pick up Moon, but you were convinced you had moved on. Honestly, it was just a mirage. You never stopped loving him, and flirting with him is what made you realized it.
âI guess I will never stop,â you add. âI would also like to give us a second chance, but Iâm so scared of everything.â
Jimin gets closer to you.
âIâm afraid to be losing you all over again, Iâm afraid to unintentionally hurt you, and Moon, Iâm afraid that this time around it wonât work, and Iâm afraid of too many things,â you admit. âThis time around, I feel like our decision will have a bigger impact on everything.â
Jimin is beyond grateful that you openly speak about your concerns. It isnât easy to be vulnerable in front of someone we love.
âFor sure, it will,â he tells you. âSo much has happened since we started dating thirteen years ago, but we still want to be together.â Jimin makes a small break, his eyes roaming your face. âIt wonât be easy, but we can at least try. We can still give each other another chance while still being careful.â
You bite your lower lip as you think about the situation. There is no doubt youâll keep flirting as you still deeply crave each other. There will be more sex since you canât resist each other. No matter what you decide, it wonât change the reality. At least, if you give your relationship another shot, on top of all this physical attraction, there will be romance.
âHowever, Iâm not really sure how we could hide this from Moon, but weâll have to be careful,â he says.
âMe neither,â you say. âShe was so happy this morning to see us.â
You can still picture her radiant smile and the joy on her face when she spotted you at her daddaâs place. Naturally, you wish to constantly see her this happy but for now, itâs best she canât imagine you being together again.
âYeah, she really was,â Jimin smiles with evident joy.
Right now, being with Jimin is the only thing you desire with your entire soul, but as you said before, youâre simply afraid of too many things. However, for the entirety of the day, youâve only been thinking about the fact that if you donât try, youâll deeply regret it. You canât predict the future and there is a possibility where this doesnât end well, but youâll never know if you donât try.
Maybe youâll be extremely happy and fulfilled.
âI love being around you,â you say. âI really love our Sundayâs movie sessions, and I would like to turn it into an everyday thing.â Your heart is beating crazingly in your chest. âIâm very afraid, but I want to try because I love you.â
Jiminâs heart is ready to burst any minute.
âI just want us to protect Moon as weâve been doing so far and to only let her know once we believe itâs the right time.â
Moonâs father wraps you around his arms as heâs noticeably happy. Even though he expected this conversation to be about a possible relationship, he never thought that youâd actually say that you wanted to try. He believed that youâd needed some more time before noticing the obvious.
However, heâs extremely happy to hear those words.
This hug catches you by surprise but itâs a very welcomed one. Jiminâs embraces are your favorite place on earth. Even when you were going through a break up, he hugged you a couple of times and it felt great. For a minute, it felt like everything was still going well.
âIâll promise Iâll do everything to never hurt you,â he whispers in your ear.
Your eyes flutter shut to savour this wonderful moment.
âMe too,â you whisper as well.
Those promises are the only ones you can make. All the rest will obviously depend on external factors, but hopefully, it wonât cause any harm to your relationship.
Less than a year ago, none of you imagined this moment would happen. Back then, you were in happy relationships so this would be the last thing youâd think of. But youâre definitely in very different places today.
When you put an end to the hug, you fervently and desperately kiss each other. You kiss as if thereâs no tomorrow. His tongue meets yours in your mouth, your teeth bite his lower lips, and soft moans escape both your moans as your eagerly kiss each other. Itâs a kiss filled with passion.
âWe didnât finish what we started here yesterday,â he says against your lips and out of breathe. âWould you mind if we finish it?â
Your eyes look up at him. One of his hands place a strand of hair behind your ear.
âWell, it depends what you have in mindâŠâ You tease him before biting your lower lip.
A smirk grows on his face before he gets even closer to you.
âI was planning to have sex with you.â He whispers in your ear, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine.
Instead of replying, you just press your lips again against his to kiss him. Thereâs no hesitation when he kisses you back, enjoying every second of being able to kiss you again.
âMaybe we should move to my bedroom,â you say.
Jimin simply stands up before holding your hand and rapidly walking to your bedroom. By the way heâs walking fast, you can tell how needy heâs right now.
âTake your clothes off, honey,â he says once you've reached your bedroom. âI need you, now.â
You simply nod before stripping for him. The urge can be felt as you quickly take off your clothes while he does the exact same thing. Jimin doesnât want to wait anymore, he wants to have you in every possible way. After all, it feels like he has been waiting three years for this moment.
You also take off your underwear, offering him the opportunity to see your body completely naked for the first time in three years. Jimin takes the time to roam your body once heâs also naked. He still remembers how your body was before you split. Although most of your pregnant belly had disappeared, it wasnât how it was before you got pregnant.
But today, as he looks at you, it almost feels like youâve never been pregnant. There are no visible indications of pregnancy, but your body has clearly changed. He canât really express it into words but youâre different, and he loves it. He loves every single part of you.
On the other hand, Jiminâs body is being hungrily scanned by your lust-filled eyes. He has also changed, heâs not the same anymore. His body is definitely more toned than before. For sure, heâs a damn dilf.
As you both look at each other, it feels like youâre discovering the other for the first time. Almost as if youâre about to have sex for the first time. Well, your first time together was a little bit awkward but you made it through together.
âLay in bed, baby,â he instructs you once youâve both finished glancing at each other.
The urge heâs feeling is something that you sense, and you can understand it. If Moon hadnât woken up, you would have had sex right after that mind-blowing thigh riding. You donât even question his commands, laying on his bed. His body hovers over you, his eyes getting lost in yours.
Itâs been a long time that you both havenât found each other in this exact position.
âI missed you,â he admits with a deep voice, his thumb caressing your cheek.
At the feeling of his soft finger on your face, you close your eyes. The love you share with Jimin has always been so sweet. A sweet love.
âI missed you too, Jimin,â you answer before pressing a soft kiss on his cheek.
Without any warning, his other hand moves down to your core, his fingers brushing over your folds, snatching a moan out of you. His thumb rubs your clit, making you moan even more. Heâs doing this to prepare you for his cock, knowing perfectly that he canât just slip it into you, itâll hurt you too much.
Once he feels youâre wet enough, he stops torturing your clit with his fingers. He places himself in between your legs, spreading them a bit more while he pumps his cock with one hand, getting ready for you. His face leans closer to yours, his lips finding yours for a passionate kiss as he buries his thick cock inside your soaked core, stretching your velvety walls.
For the past three years, youâve had sex with other men. It was good, and with others, it was like going to heaven. But having Jiminâs cock pushing inside you is like going back home. Jimin is your first love, he was the first man with whom you had sexual activities. Then, for ten years, he was the only man you ever had sex with. So, in a way, your body considered him as your home.
Having sex today with him is like youâve found your way back home.
His cute little hands find their way to your waist, caressing your soft skin. Both of you softly groan as he slowly pushes his thick cock inside you, but his lips swallow every sound. Your eyes roll back, loving the feeling of his length stretching you open.
Jimin takes a little step back to take a look at the wonderful woman beneath him. As he does so, he gives you the time to adjust to his thick size.
âDid I already tell you how pretty you are?â he asks before he leans closer, pushing his cock a bit deeper inside you. You shake your head because you want to hear him say it. âYouâre so damn pretty, yn!â
His lips kiss yours once more, but honestly, all this making out feels amazing. It brings peace to your soul. A much needed peace.
âIâm going to fuck you nice and slow,â his deep voice whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
When he takes that deep voice, you just want to come because damn, itâs so sexy.
âGo for it, Jimin,â it almost sounds like youâre begging him.
Honestly, all you want is to be fucked rough and good as he used to do it before. You want to see if this older version of Jimin can still keep up with how he used to fuck you four years ago. He pulls back a bit to look at you in the eyes, a smirk rising on his face.
âAfter this, you wonât be able to walk.â
You desire nothing more than this. To be completely sore.
Jimin slowly pushes back, leaving only the tip of his cock inside you. His eyes never leave your figure, watching you holding back every moan that threatens to leave your mouth.
âItâs so good to feel you again around me.â
Brutally, he pushes his cock fully inside you, and this time around, you canât hold back a moan. A smirk appears on his face as he realizes that this time around, he managed to cause a little moan to leave your pretty lips.
For a little while, he doesn't move. Heâs only hovering over you and watching you with delight. His eyes glance down on your body. Watching your pussy sucking his cock is something that he used to love to do.
Jimin groans as he watches himself buried deep inside you. âYour cunt takes me so well, honey.â
You close your eyes, completely enjoying having him fully inside you. Once he sees that youâre ready to take more, he pulls back brutally before slamming himself back into you. The bed under you squeaks, the headboard hitting the wall just behind you.
Your first love once again stops when heâs fully inside you, torturing you just to hear you begging him to fuck you. This is also something he deeply missed, so heâs for sure going to make you beg all night long.
âJimin, move,â you start saying. âPlease,â you beg.
As he loves to hear you begging for more, he just gives you what you want, pushing his cock back before slamming into you with both hands on your hips. The slick sound of your pussy soaking his cock quickly fills the room.
âShit,â he gasps, thrusting into you with no mercy, âyou feel so good.â
Youâre completely drunk in the feeling of his cock filling you up, his hips hitting against yours with every thrust. This all causes sparks of pleasure to shoot throughout your body, your arousal dripping from your core and creaming his cock. Jimin smirks as he notices the sticky mess youâre causing.
Everything about the moment that is happening right now is something you both missed so dearly. These past few days of flirting with each other caused your feelings and the physical attraction to grow a lot. It wouldnât surprise any of you if you keep doing this all night long.
His cock is buried deep inside you, causing you to grip the sheets as hard as possible to steady yourself from Jiminâs hard thrusts.
âYouâre so fucking wet, honey,â he hisses before biting his lower lip.
His hands press harder into your skin when he feels your walls tighten around him. Every time he pushes his hips back, he watches with delight the way his cock is completely covered with your arousal. Nothing drives him crazier than seeing this, you can see it in his eyes.
Jimin bends down, pressing a sloppy kiss on your lips while his thrusts slow down. A desperate whine gushes from you, a sound that he swallows directly. His hands move up on your body, grabbing your breasts and squeezing them before his fingers start playing with your nipples.
âIt feels wonderful,â you whisper as youâre completely lost in your euphoria.
Slowly, Jimin begins to thrust hard into you again, your walls sucking in his cock as he slams his hips into you with more force. His fingers keep playing with your very sensitive nipples, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. His eyes look at you, contorting with pleasure as it slowly builds within you.
His hands can feel the way your body quivers with each thrust. The way heâs torturing your body is only making you lose yourself further.
Small groans leave his lips when he feels the warmth of your walls wrapping tighter around him. âYour cunt is clenching so hard, honey.â
The sweat is dampening his body, sticking his black long hair to his face. With your hands, you push some strands of hair to be able to have a proper look at his handsome face. Jimin looks like a god right now.
âYouâre so pretty,â you whisper as you move your hips to meet his thrust.
The man over you smiles at your compliment. It always feels heartwarming to hear you compliment him.
âThanks, honey,â he presses another sloppy kiss on your lips while you keep creaming his cock with your arousal.
As he keeps thrusting into you, he senses how close you are. He knows that the vision of you coming will make him come as well. But before that happens, he needs to know where you want him to come.
âWhere do you want me to come?â he asks, panting hard.
âOn my belly,â you say as you touch your lower stomach.
For the moment, itâs better to not have him coming inside you. Thereâs absolutely no way youâll get pregnant right now. Youâre already scared of what is going on right now, and itâs better to avoid adding a second child to the mix. Itâs preferable to enjoy your reunion.
His fingers pinch your nipples harder, making the wave of pleasure grow bigger inside you.
âIâm gonna come,â you exclaim with despair.
Jiminâs cock twitches inside of you at your words, a low groan rumbling in his throat. One of his hands slowly snails down on your body, passing your stomach, and landing on your throbbing clit. His fingers start to rub your sensitive spot.
The simple feeling of his cold fingers against your clit is what you need to be completely hit by your orgasm, making you come hard around him. Your arousal completely covers his cock while your walls are squeezing him on repeat.
While youâre completely lost in your euphoria, he speeds up the pace of his hips slamming into you to chase his own high.
The coil in his lower stomach tightens inside of him, and it completely clouds his thoughts. The only thing he sees is the image of you coming under him. Breathy whines escape his pretty lips as he looks down at the mess you made on his cock. His eyes are completely hypnotized by your body.
With despair, he pushes his cock out of you with his left hand. Instantly, hot spurts of cum are being projected over your stomach. Breathy moans escaping both your lips, a smile appearing on your face as you feel his sperm touching your skin.
Jimin collapses next to you, both of your bodies covered in sweat after this intense sex session. Your heavy breathing is now the only thing that can be heard in his bedroom, but you quickly stand up to grab a towel to clean yourself before his cum gets dry on your stomach.
Once cleaned, you hand him the towel so he can clean himself. âWell, this was something,â he says with a bright smile on his face while rubbing his cock with the towel.
âIt definitely was,â you answer as you grab your bra and panties to put them back on. âAlthough youâre older, youâre still very good at it.â
âFor the past three years, Iâve been taking care of other gardens,â you frown, not understanding what this guy is saying.
âYouâre comparing a pussy with a garden?â you ask with obvious confusion and disbelief.
Jimin starts laughing at your reaction. He has an inside joke with his friends about gardening. Instead of saying that they are having sex, theyâll say that they are going to do some gardening. It all started when they were drunk and started comparing sex with gardening.
They said that itâs the exact same thing. For gardening, you take care of a garden, and for fucking, you take care of a pretty pussy. Itâs weird, but itâs better to not raise any questions.
âEeeh, you have a pretty little garden, honey,â he says while coming next to you to hold you in his arms.
âYouâre weird,â you say before pressing a gentle kiss on his plump lips.
âAnd you love my weirdness,â you nod.
Jimin is your weirdo.
âSince Moon is with your parents, we could perhaps spend the night together and maybe go to a restaurant?â he suggests.
You nod once more before resting your head on his chest. It feels wonderful to be around him again. It makes you feel at home, and itâs such a powerful feeling. Even though youâre absolutely scared of what the future might hold, you feel a sense of completeness right now. It almost feels like everything is falling into place now.
You canât wait to spend the rest of your life with your first love.
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Summary | Welcome to Club La Rouge, where your sexual fantasies come to life. Accepting his offer might cause inconveniences for both of you, but do you really have it in you to say no?
ⶠTitle | Nefarious; In Motion - a side story ⶠPairings | Jimin x female reader (with POV changes) ⶠGenre | Sex Club!au, Gentlemen Club!au, Club host/escort! Jimin, Smut ⶠRatings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; scenes of nudity, male strippers, usage of alcohol (minor, no drunk sex), D/s dynamic, contains strong BDSM content!, explicit sexual scene, including: mentions of voyeurism, exhibitionism, mention of masturbation/mutual masturbation, brief depiction of deepthroating, praise/praise kink, pain kink, Dom!Jimin, sub!reader, pet names/endearment, sensory play, bondage/restraint, spanking, pussy slapping, punishments, clamps/nipple clamps, biting, sex toys, body worshipping, breast play, oral sex (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), clit play, edging, begging, crying, orgasm denial, orgasm control, forced orgasm, hair pulling, rough sex, manhandling, ass play/rimming, unprotected sex, multiple sex scenes, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, brief depiction of reader/OC entering a headspace, aftercare. ⶠStory Note | While this story is connected directly to the original plot of In Motion, this story can be read as a standalone. For those who are reading In Motion, the scenes in this piece may take place in a similar timeline as the main story (after the epilogue). Thank you for @pars-ley and @lo1k-diamonds for helping with beta reading parts of this. Special thanks to @cafekitsune for the mdni divider. ⶠAuthorâs Note | Iâve been planning this story for a while, ever since Jimin appeared at the final chapters of In Motion and then again in The Dark Room, but it took a whole year for me to finish this one. I initially wanted to publish this to celebrate my birthday and Jiminâs last October, but a lot of things happened since then and this story ended up being postponed for a long time. I hope youâll enjoy reading this story, whether or not you have read the entire In Motion instalment. Additional warning: please remember to hydrate while reading! ⶠWord count | 39,246 words ⶠPosted on: Jan 10th, 2025 by @yoonia
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Welcome to our establishment. Let us introduce our little treat for you to indulge inâ
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Your host and personal contact will notify you personally to confirm your appointment for your private session, according to the prearrangement made on the night of registration or during the session scheduleâs booking. You must confirm your availability within one hour of the arranged schedule. If the attendee fails to confirm their availability on time, then the opportunity to join the session will be passed on to the next club member on the waiting list who fits the same preferences.
During the arrangement of your private session, please remember to confirm your preferences or individual requirements needed for your session with your host. The host will use your details to find the perfect partner among exclusive members of the club to pair you with during your session.
Both your identity and your potential partnerâs will remain anonymous until the session begins, and you are required to maintain your anonymity throughout the entire session held within the property of Club La Rouge.
Once you are escorted into the allocated room for your arranged session, you will have free rein to use the room however you deem appropriate for your session. The timer will be set starting from the moment the ambience lights within the room are turned on. Both attendees are allowed to utilise the provided tools and necessities presented inside the room. Any personal items taken from outside of the club will not be allowed inside the Play Room and will be confiscated immediately if discovered by the hosts.
You may discuss your choice of safe words with your partner once you are in the room or before the session officially begins. Please remember to notify your selection of safe words and passwords to your host once you are set to begin. The hosts will only open the doors once the session officially ends or whenever the safe word is announced by an attendee.
The hosts will have the authority to stop the session if the safety of either attendee is compromised. An alert button will be available in the room to be utilised by either attendee when they feel unsafe during the session and the safe word is unable to be used. Once the alert button is used, the host will cease the session and take over to secure the attendee in question.
If any violation of the rules above occurs within the session, the attendee in question will be escorted out of the premises and their name will be added to our blacklist.
Any other mutual arrangements that may occur after the arranged session will no longer be our concern.

âYouâ
Your chest feels constricted.
Never once have you felt this kind of humiliation before. Let alone experiencing it in a place like this.
Club La Rouge has been known as a prestigious club that takes good care of its members. Ever since you joined them a year ago, you have been experiencing first-hand just how well the club takes the matters of your needs and pleasure as their priority. Never once had they ever failed to help satiate your desire with their service.
Until tonight.
As a club that aspires to bring peopleâs most sinful wishes and dreams to reality, Club La Rouge has never left you feeling disappointed. This is the reason why you have been coming back here, relying on them to channel your hidden desires. To provide you with a chance and a safe space where you can freely explore them without having to reveal your secrets to the world.
That was the reason why you had arranged for a special session tonight in your favourite ventureâthe Play Room.
You needed an escape. A relief from your strenuous life, and being here, making use of the clubâs benefits such as the Play Room as an avenue to express yourself in a fashion that you would never dare to do in real life, has been helping you to live out your fantasy in the best possible way one could imagine. So far, you have been quite lucky to be able to venture and live out your fantasy through the sessions that you have had in the club.
So the moment your plans turn into a complete mess, you cannot help but wonder if you have finally run out of luck. Because there is no possible way that the first time the club makes a mistake like this, it just has to happen on the night you come for an arrangement which you have been anticipating the most.
âI am terribly sorry. This is truly our fault.â
You bite back any response waiting to escape your lips. Frustrated and annoyed would be an understatement. The female hostâs apology and simple explanation do little to help when you are standing here with your hopes crumbling to pieces.
The poor girl working on the concierge desk also looks too pitifulâso obvious that not even her lacy mask can hide itâthat you have no idea what to say. Would it be fair for you to be angry at her about this? Would it be right to file a complaint or ask to see their manager?
Is the manager even available tonight? He should be. He is your host and sponsor, after all.
You look around, hoping to see the familiar figure that has always been there ever since the first day you became a member of the club. The club doesnât look as busy as usualâwhich isnât surprising for a weeknightâand the female host seems to be the only one handling the registration tonight. It makes you doubt that he would be here tonight at all.
In the end, the only thing you can do is exhale a deep, heavy sigh and close your eyes, forcing yourself to find some calmness rather than making a scene out of nothing. You just need a moment to wrap your mind around the situation that you just found yourself in.
âLet me get this straight. What youâre saying isââ you keep your voice calm and steady as you try to understand the situation better, âNot only did the person you set me up with for tonightâs session cancel their RSVP at the last minute, the person who was supposed to be next in line and was said to also fit my criteria was also a no-show?â
There is a bite in your voice that you cannot control. You still refuse to believe that your potential partnerâwho was personally chosen by the clubâhad completely bailed on you. Possibly because of hearing the details of your request.
As much as you want to deny this awful situation from happening, putting the situation into words only makes it more real. Looking at the hostessâs fearful eyes that her delicate mask has failed to hide doesnât take away the bitterness you feel inside.
The female host opens her mouth, then shuts down before she says anything, while looking more nervous as the seconds tick by. You almost feel guilty for inciting this kind of reaction from her. Almost. But you are too angry to care, and if you are being honest, you are looking for a scapegoat. If those cowards arenât here to be on the receiving end of your wrath, then the person who is now standing before you can take it on their behalf.
âIâm afraid that is quite correct. Wellâpartially,â she slowly explains, while her voice grows smaller when she sees you raising your eyebrow. âAs I previously mentioned, a part of this incident may have been our fault.â
You shake your head. âPlease explain to me so I can understand.â
The hostess nods before she begins explaining the process that occurred after you phoned your hostâher managerâthis morning about opening a private session in the Play Room. Once you have given him your specifics, including your special request and requirements for your session tonight, it was your main hostâs duty to relay the details, while the clubâs system filtered through the club membersâ list to find someone who would fit your criteria and would be available for the night.
âWeâve contacted your first potential partner within the hour your request came in, who immediately RSVPâd his availability for tonight's session. But then he cancelled in the afternoon, claiming that he wasnât able to join the session as he felt it wasââ the hostess looks uncomfortable as she continues, âsomething that he wasnât looking to get into for the time being.â
You let out a scoff. âAh, so the poor man got cold feet once he learned about the details I requested for the appointment?â
Speaking it out loud only makes you want to laugh even harder. Itâs not like you gave an outlandish request when you made your appointment. Many others have even more peculiar sexual fetishisms to play around with in the Play Roomâlike those involving fetishes by worshipping certain body parts or using inanimate objects to pleasure themselves with, such as food and other inanimate objectsâso hearing such reasons to cancel an appointment seems laughable.
âI still donât see how that would be your fault.â
The only thing that you could think of regarding the situation is that either the club had chosen the wrong club member as your partner, misreading his personal preferences as something that matched your own, or the man had lied about his details in his registration form so that the club had mistakenly thought he would be the perfect match for you.
âWhat about the other one? Theâreplacement?â
âWell, you seeââ The hostess stops to clear her throat before explaining the situation further, âOnce we received the cancellation from your original partner, our system immediately proceeded to find the next person in our list that would fit the criteria to be your potential partner in tonightâs session, and then pass on the invitation through his personal host who will then help us confirm his availability.â
With a deep inhale of breath, the hostess continues, âThe problem was, that once the host failed to contact the appointed member through a phone call, they had proceeded to contact him through email. The system was supposed to wait until the member sent in their RSVP or replied back to let us know that he would be available for the night, and only then would the host in charge pass on the information and have the club arrange the session with both of you as partners.â
âLet me guess, thatâs where everything went south?â
The hostess gives you a remorseful smile. âUnfortunately, that is exactly what happened,â she explains gently. âOur system had mistakenly confirmed his attendance and RSVPâd on his behalf before we ever truly received any direct response from the club member regarding his availability for tonightâs session. The staff who handled the arrangement never thought to double-check with the system or the hosts who were responsible as both yours and the other memberâs contacts before contacting you to inform you that we have found a partner for you.â
You feel like ripping your hair out in frustration or pinching the bridge of your nose to calm yourself, except that you had spent hours fixing your hair that it would be such a waste to mess it with your own hands, while you also have a thick, lacy mask covering your face which you arenât supposed to take off for the rest of the night.
Feeling like there is no hope, you let a bitter laugh escape from your lips. âSo I suppose I should just go home now?â
â Jimin â
As your personal host and direct contact who is responsible for being the mediator between you and Club La Rouge, Jimin should have been there at the concierge desk to welcome you for your appointment. It was by chance that he had just stepped away from his counter to have a short break when his phone pinged with a notification, alerting him of your early arrival after your membership card was scanned at the front desk.
Jimin had been the one to set up the appointment and prepared the Play Room for your session himself, so he should be the one welcoming you and then escorting you to the room himself. But he has his own reasons to step away and find some space before coming to face you.
After handling your previous sessions over the year you have become a member, Jimin knew to expect something new added to your request when you called in to arrange a session in the Play Room. You have always been curious, after all. Always quite adventurous when it comes to channeling your sexual desires, in finding out new ways to express your sexuality while trying to find what works for you and what the club might be able to provide in your sexual explorations.
But your request had been an unexpected one that caught him by surprise upon hearing it the first time. Jimin even had to confirm it with you repeatedly on the phone call you made this morning to make sure, nearly causing you to laugh at his reaction.
Your requirements hadnât been an extraordinary one. Not by the clubâs standard, at least, as Jimin had witnessed and arranged many others that made him appreciate the clubâs policy of upholding its memberâs secrecy and discretion. Yet, your request was enough to bring out an old itch that is begging for a scratch.
That was why he felt the need to get away, to regain his composure before facing you. Before his thoughtsâeverything that he deemed forbidden to even think about as one of the clubâs representatives to an esteemed member of the clubâgets in the way of his duties.
Not being there when you first arrived is one thing that he feels regretful of the most. Then he regrets it even more when he rushes back, just in time to find out about the predicament that you are met with at the concierge desk.
Jimin hears enough and curses under his breath, realising what had happened and understanding where things might have gone wrong. He knows exactly whoâor whatâto blame.
He, of all people, should have known better than to rely simply on the clubâs automated system to handle these things.
Back then, Jimin and the other hosts had done things manually; from matching the club members with the right partners for each scheduled appointment, arranging the private sessions and the exclusive events, to scouting potential members and finding the perfect benefit that would help them find pleasure so they would keep returning to the club to gain more.
Over the past few years, however, the club has grown substantially. With more members joining, and new ventures and benefits to offer being added, the hosts have become so overwhelmed with overlapping duties. It then prompted the owners to introduce the new system to assist the hosts in handling the clubâs business.
So far, the automated system has been working well enough without causing trouble for the hosts. It has been making things easy when it comes to matching up club members as partners for closed and private sessions held in the clubâs special rooms, and dealing with last-minute cancellationsâjust like the situation that you are currently in. Although it doesnât take away the hostsâ responsibilities in making sure that things remain in order.
That was what he was supposed to do with your appointment tonight; to double check on the booking process and follow up with both the system and the hosts involved to make sure that things will go on smoothly. He is your main host, after all, and it is his responsibility to keep you satisfied with the clubâs service in tending to your needs. He shouldnât have relied solely on the computers and the other hosts to handle your arrangement.
âSo I suppose I should just go home now?â
Your voice echoes through the hallway as Jimin begins approaching you. Hearing the bite in your voice, he feels a tight pinch in his chest, as he feels as if he has failed you.
Jimin knows that he shouldnât care this much for a member of the club, and yet he cannot stop himself.
It would be a complete lie to say that he doesnât have a soft spot for you. Jimin has no idea if what he feels is some kind of attraction, or simply amusement. Whatever it is, he cannot deny that he enjoys every moment he hosts your presence at the club. He even finds pleasure in fulfilling your various requests each time you call in for an appointment with the club, always guessing what would be the next thing you want to try or learn, and matching you with the right person among other club members to fulfil your needs.
And that is why the idea of sending you home without giving you exactly what you needed tonight seems preposterous.
Determined to fix everything for you, Jimin secures his mask and fixes his suit, getting himself in order as he joins you at the concierge desk.
âGood evening, Miss ____,â he gently greets you with a smile, and he takes great pleasure in seeing your shoulders slumping in relief at the sound of his voice. Your gaze softens even before you turn to look at him, which makes his smile grow wider.
There is always a tender look in your eyes whenever you see him. Oftentimes mixed with a tinge of amusement or absolute joy. Jimin knows that he shouldnât read too much into it, but he would be lying if he ever said that he doesnât enjoy seeing it coming from you.
âLet me take it from here, Saki. Thank you for covering for me while I was gone. Youâve done well,â Jimin says to the female host who had taken over Jiminâs station in his absence. He feels guilty for placing her in such a predicament when it wasnât even her responsibility to handle this kind of situation. The barely-concealed sigh of relief that Jimin sees from the poor girl drives that guilt sinking deeper in his chest.
With a nod, Saki turns to apologise to you one last time before making her way to the back office. Jimin waits until the girl is out of sight before he speaks,
âIâm sorry I missed you. I had to step out for a moment,â he finds himself explaining before he can stop it. âI just heard what happened to your dates. I apologise for such an unpleasant evening. As your host, I will personally take full responsibility for this mistake.â
Jimin holds back a wince, even if he truly means it. He really does feel responsible for allowing this to happen, yet you seem to think differently when you immediately shake your head. âNo, there is no need to go that far. Bad things like this can happen to anyone,â you kindly say to him, though Jimin isnât quite sure if you are trying to appease him or convince yourself.
Because the disappointment you feel is still clear in your voice, also in your eyes, and in the deep sigh coming out of your lips when you murmur under your breath, âUnfortunately, it was just my pure luck that this had to happen to me.â
Clenching his hands, Jimin holds back from reaching out to you and musters a smile. âOnce again, I would like to apologise on behalf of the club and the staff. Why donât you take a seat in the waiting area for a moment?â he offers you while gesturing towards the small lounge nearby, âIâll see if I can arrange something so your visit tonight wonât be such a waste.â
You look sceptical for a moment, which Jimin can understand. Even with the advanced system, it would be impossible for Jimin to scout through the available male members of the club to find anyone who would be able to fill in as your partner tonight, much less to send a sudden invitation for a late-night private session. But, to his relief, you ask no more questions and agree to let him do his work.
Jimin guides you himself to the small waiting lounge; a private space near his station which is often used for guests who are waiting for their turn to use the special rooms. Once you are settled, Jimin rushes back to his desk with your membership card in hand, hoping that he can somehow find a way to salvage the night for you.
Itâs for the sake of the clubâs reputation, he tries to remind himself, as he keeps forcing him to remember that he needs to solve this for the clubâs interest, not a personal favour.
It doesnât take more than five minutes for Jimin to find everything he needs. First, by confirming Sakiâs statement about the other staffâs mistakes and how the automated matchmaking system had screwed everyone over. Second, to confirm his suspicions about not being able to fix it the way he wanted.
But that doesnât stop him from trying to make things right.
He spends another five minutes on his computer to find the right solution before joining you in the waiting area. âAs my assistant, Saki, explained, the club member that the system had listed as your substitute partner for the night never RSVPâd back to our invitation to join tonightâs private session that you requested. The memberâs personal contact should have done her due diligence in making sure that he was available to attend before contacting the staff handling your reservation, and I should have followed up with the process before updating you,â he gently explains, âThe fault is entirely ours. On behalf of the club, and for my own mistakes, I would like to apologise.â
Once again, a look of defeat is written on your face, and Jiminâs heart plummets with more guilt. To his surprise, you still manage to put a smile on your face when you respond, âItâs fine. I guess things arenât meant to be.â
If Jimin felt doubtful about his insistence in helping you, that feeling fades the moment he catches the resigned sigh escaping your lips.
Hearing this, and feeling the tightness in his chest, he realises that not only is he constantly drawn to you whenever you are nearâwhen you are in the same room, same space, or simply present somewhere in the clubâs property while he is working in the hourâhe also has been feeling quite protective of you.
Just like how he is adamant about helping you tonight, he has always been more attentive to your needs. Oftentimes, he would find himself getting reckless, involving himself in your deals and arrangements with the club in channelling your raw desire.
Jimin has long realised how unhealthy this was becoming. When knowing the kinds of sexual exploits that you have been seeking through the club so far has only caused him to be on the edge each time you return for new arrangements, always making him wary about the risks you would be taking as you enter one of these sex rooms with these other guests that the club had chosen for you.
Complete strangers hiding behind intricately designed masks and anonymity as they share a private moment with you behind these closed doors.
Jimin hates to admit it, but aside from the sinking feeling of guilt, he also feels somewhat relieved that your private session was unsuccessful tonight.
If only your appointed partner had shown up, Jimin would have been the one sending you off to your room by now, and then left wondering if your partner would be doing a good job in fulfilling your needs, instead of sitting here with you, enjoying this little chat while admiring your smileâalbeit not as radiant and alluring as it usually does.
âStill, it doesnât mean that your night needs to end now,â he says, which draws another sceptical look from you.
Still, he manages to also draw a small, warmer smile showing on your face when you question him, âOh, really? How so?â
Jimin returns your smile as he leans closer, holding your membership card between his fingers. âBecause Iâve made sure that youâll have a way to enjoy the rest of the evening instead of returning home.â
His smile grows wider when your curiosity grows, and it shows perfectly from the way your eyes grow wide from under your mask. Before you can question him further, Jimin continues to explain, âTo make up for our error, Iâve upgraded your membership status and programmed a few special offers on your card, which you are eligible to claim tonight if you wish to enjoy them.â
âAn upgrade?â you ask, âand what kind of special offers are you talking about?â
Jimin throws you a smug smile. âI prefer to call it a peace offering, since it would be quite a disadvantage if tonightâs misfortune changes the way you perceive the club.â
When your smile returns, so does the light in your eyes. âIâm listening.â
âInstead of simply cancelling your appointment for tonightâs session, I switched the specifics of your appointment to have it listed as an open session which you can claim anytime you want. There will be no extra charge if you decide to have it as an extra from your monthly quota of free sessions,â Jimin explains, âThe upgrade has also given you new privileges that only our exclusive members are eligible to claim.â
You make a humming sound as if you are considering your options. But Jimin can tell that he is slowly getting you swayed. âYou might want to remind me of these, umââ You come to a brief pause, then start shaking your head as if trying to not get ahead of yourself or too excited over this sudden development, âRemind me again about these privileges that I am now entitled with.â
Jimin bites back a smile as he watches you crossing your arms over your chest, challenging him while trying your best to rein in your enthusiasm.
âI am sure that youâve read through the clubâs rulebook that we sent you after you first joined us and learned about the clubâs benefitsâfrom our special rooms, events, and other services that the club offers,â Jimin says, to which you nod. âYour currentâor should we say, your previous membership status, only allows a limited quota for accessing our sex rooms each month. With this new upgrade, not only will you be given the same privileges as our exclusive members, such as access to more sex rooms, and chances to book more appointments each month, but you will also receive invitations to our special events.â
Your eyes grow wide, and this time, Jimin is the one who has to force himself to hide his excitement. As your host, Jimin has suspected that you may have been regretting your choice to join as a regular member of the club instead of upgrading it.
With your current membership status, you have only been able to book two sessions and only one type of sex room to access each month, without being able to switch between rooms to be able to fully experience themâjust like how you have only been able to book the Play Room for the past few months, and before that, the Viewing Room. As for the clubâs special events, unless there was a special event being held in the club that is open for public guests, you wouldn't be receiving any invitation to join the festivities.
Now, all of thatâs going to change. The upgrade that Jimin has gifted you will allow you to experience all the benefits that the club offers its membersâfrom getting the opportunity to try out more rooms, book more sessions, and join more parties.
There is no doubt in Jiminâs mind that you would have been able to appreciate these benefits to your heartâs content, and for some reason, the thought of being able to give you such luxury pleases him dearly.
âI will be sending you the new rulebook that will explain the details about these privileges more thoroughly once the upgrade is officially applied to your membership account. In arranging future sessions, the basic procedure remains the same. I am still your personal contact with the club, so you can call or email me anytime you are interested in booking a room or a session, or if you want to venture out to the clubâs other services which you want to try. Just give me all the details, your request for a partner to match you with, and the time you wish to come, and Iâll arrange everything.â
You open your mouth to speak, but he beats you to it by saying, âThe next time you call for an appointment, I will personally handle everything myself to make sure that things are in order.â
Your gaze softens, and so does your smile. But there is something in your eyes that warms Jimin in the chest. The look of trust. It makes him happy knowing that he has earned it, especially coming from you.
âExclusive privileges, hmmm?â you ask him with a playful scoff, though there is a glint in your eyes that seems more honest.
Excitement. With the familiar tinge of lust.
Jimin can only guess what goes on inside that pretty little head of yours at the promise of trying more new things under the clubâs space. âSounds tempting. I look forward to learning more about them.â
Exhaling a sigh of relief, Jimin continues, âFor the rest of the evening, you are free to use the Entertainment Room to wind down. As a special treat, I added an extra drink over the two drinks a night limit.â Jimin leans closer. âJust for you,â he adds with a wink, and takes pleasure in the way your eyes are lowered when a shy smile appears on your face.
âIn exchange for your cancelled appointment, Iâve given you free access to join any of the Viewing Rooms tonight, since I know that you still favour those rooms. But you can also switch to any other sex room to your liking if you are interested in trying your new privileges right away,â he says, grinning as he sees you sitting up straight. âJust let me know which new benefit you would like to engage with before you end the night, and Iâll have everything set for you. As long as they are available for an impromptu visit.â
Jimin holds back the chuckle rising in his chest as he sees you twitching in your seat. He wishes so badly to see what is going through your head right now. He can imagine you venturing through the rooms tonight out of curiosity, and he surprises himself when he feels a semblance of possessiveness when he thinks about you enjoying your night on your own, while knowing what your new privileges can offer.
Swallowing his emotions, Jimin continues, focusing on the present instead of wondering about the things that have yet to happen.
âWhy donât you take your time? Have some drinks while you process this and decide how youâre going to enjoy the rest of your night. Iâm sure the exotic dancers performing in the Entertainment Room tonight will be quite helpful in getting your mind away from all the stress,â he offers you when he notices you thinking deeply about your options. It was clear to Jimin that you had felt dejected enough to even consider going home, forget everything, even perhaps to leave the club altogether out of this one bad experience. And that is the last thing that Jimin wants right now.
At the mention of exotic dancers, your eyes light up, coaxing Jimin to lean in and tease you, âAlthough, I must say, that I am fairly sure those dancers might not be as entertaining as I would have been.â
To his pleasure, his comment manages to draw not only a genuine smile from you, but also makes you laugh for the first time tonight.
Your laugh is full of surprise and it does something crazy to Jimin. A flush of warmth runs down his body. This rarely happens, which only surprises him more. Never once has he ever been affected by someone this much. To have it coming from a client, a guest of the club that he is responsible for as a host, is even more unexpected.
Yet he welcomes the feeling. Especially when he gets to see your smile even more.
âIâm sure youâre right about that,â you softly tease him with a soft chuckle slipping out of your lips.
âNow that Iâve explained how much this card is now worth with the upgrade, it will be best that you hold on to it,â Jimin says as he returns your membership card. His eyes remain on your dainty fingers as you retrieve the card from his hand. The greedy part of him wishes that he could stay in this moment a bit longer, or to find some reason to touch your skin.
Yet he brushes away his thoughts before they can go any further.
âThank you. I was so sure that this night would be such a waste. This past week has beenâa lot. And today at work had been the worst, which was the reason why I called you the first chance I got to arrange a session so I could destress.â You exhale a heavy sigh, the sound bringing back the tightness in his chest. Yet he can tell that the heaviness of your distress is no longer present, much to Jiminâs relief.
Your eyes fall on the card in your hand and a sound of disbelief comes out of your lips. âI canât believe you went above and beyond just to make up for all of this.â
Jiminâs chest seems to expand with pride at your words. âItâs my duty as your host to make sure that you are satisfied with the clubâs services.â You lift your gaze to meet his when he gently adds, âI meant it when I said it was my responsibility to make up for your failed night. But most of all, Iâm also doing this personally for my own pleasure. Anything to please you.â
â You â
Words fail you as your fingers brush against Jiminâs the moment you reach out to retrieve the membership card back from him.
You have always found it so odd the way your heart would always flutter each time you were close to him. You have always felt at ease whenever he was aroundâjust like that eventful evening just last year when you came to the club and met him for the first time, his smooth talking giving you the artful reassurance that you needed to be confident enough to apply for membership even before you finished your first drink.
Tonight, specifically, Jimin has managed to calm you down without having to do much. Just his voice alone was already enough to give your mind some semblance of solace after having to deal with the drama regarding your unsuccessful appointment. And then he goes to such lengths to make up for the mishap that didnât seem to be entirely his fault.
It shouldnât make you feel things, being treated with this much care. It shouldnât bring up the flutters threatening to grow stronger in your chest.
How pathetic does it make you to feel something like this just because someone is being nice to you? Have you been so deprived of such kindness and affection that this simple gestureâone that a host of the club does to appease youâmakes you feel spoiled and, perhaps, appreciated?
After the day you had, however, where you felt as if the entire world was closing in on you, it shouldnât be a surprise for you to feel this way. If only you hadnât felt so tired and frustrated, you might even have tears in your eyes. They would be tears of gratitude and relief. Which no doubt would only make Jimin worry even more.
âI think I might need that drink, after all,â you murmur with a chuckle, mostly to yourself than to Jimin.
To his credit, Jimin says nothing about how desolated your voice comes out. He simply takes your hand and helps you rise from your seat, once again triggering that flutter in your chest with his warm touch.
âIâll have Saki escort you to the Entertainment Room. I hope spending some time there might help you feel a bit better, even if you decide to call it a night after a few drinks. But Iâll be here to guide you if you ever decide to venture out and indulge in your new benefits as a new exclusive member,â he says with a grin that is infectious that you cannot help but smile along with him.
Your moment together ends too soon as you arrive back at the concierge desk, where his assistant, Saki, is waiting. You shouldnât feel so dejected for having your time with him cut short, but itâs hard to ignore it. Being with Jimin feels so calming. His eyes are warm, even when they are partly hidden under his golden lace mask, and his smileâwhich often seems cunningâmakes you feel safe when you are with him.
Shaking your head, you remind yourself that the only reason why Jimin is so kind to you is because of his duty. This is his job. As a host, it would be his responsibility to keep his guestsâhis customersâhappy, and that includes you.
âThank you, Jimin.â
He nods. âI hope youâll have a better evening.â
âYour drink.â
A glass of red liquidâManhattan, dryâmanifests right in front of your eyes, drawing your attention away from the lewd scenes that are being displayed in the room. The glass lands with a soft thud on your table. Glancing up, you see the staff who brought it over to you; a tall man with broad shoulders, wearing nothing but a tight vest which shows his perfectly toned muscles, his skin bare, with no shirt beneath. His mask is made up of semi-transparent black lace which mostly covers his eyes and the bridge of his nose, though not enough to cover the glint in his gaze as he lingers by you for a moment longer than necessary.
âCan I provide you with anything else?â
From his smile, you can tell that behind the alluring mask, he must be an attractive manâjust like all the other staff, escorts, and hosts working in the club.
From his gestures and the way he speaks, itâs clear that he is openly flirting with you. It is quite flattering, if only you donât consider the fact that this is a part of his job as a waiter and escort; to tend to the guests and wait on their table, oftentimes keeping them company when they need one while they are in the room.
He doesnât have to say out loud that he is subtly offering you that said company. You can see it in his pretty smile, yet it doesnât seem to pull at your heart enough to invite him to join you. Not even for a single drink.
So you put a smile on your face to return his inviting grin and politely wave him off. âThank you. This is all I need for now,â you coyly say, before deciding it wouldnât hurt to play along a little just to have fun, âbut you can ask me again when I order my second drink.â
The masked staff winks at you before he leaves, promising to return when you are ready for your second order.
Biting your smile, you watch as the masked escort walks away, weaving through the lines of loveseats with his tray in hand as he makes his way back to the bar. Left alone, you take a slow sip from your drink, allowing it to help cool you down and wash away any bitterness that still lingers with the unexpected turn of your planned evening.
Closing your eyes briefly, you savour the buzz from your drink as it rushes through your body. The soft and sultry tune of the music playing in the room helps set the mood. Not only to help all guests relax and enjoy the moment, but also to draw out any wanton desire that is still lying dormant right before the guests begin to venture deeper into the club to enjoy the special treats provided in the other rooms.
Your eyes trail towards the nearest glass box where a male dancer is swaying with the beat. Aside from the pair of high leather boots he is wearing on his feet and the black leather mask covering half of his face, the dancer simply has tight black briefs covering his crotch. Pressed sinfully into his skin, the fabric looks like a smooth leather. It leaves little to almost nothing to everyoneâs imagination as the fabric barely covers much of his skin.
And it hangs low on his hips.
Extremely low.
Low enough that you can see the triangular line leading down towards his evident bulge.
As the dancer moves, the chiselled muscles on his chest and limbs seem to ripple with every movement he makes. Each line of muscles keeps getting highlighted under the spotlight illuminating his private box stage as he rolls his body to the music, his skin glistening with sweat and what appears to be a thin layer of oil.
Hungry eyes are locked on him. You can tell that many of his audience are hoping that he would end his show by tearing those tight briefs off as manicured fingernails keep reaching up to try and have a touch.
A wanton fantasy that may never happen.
Not in this club, and not in the room which is open to the public and set simply as a place of transit for the guests.
Club La Rouge has always had its strict rules, binding all the staff and guests alike to make sure that things remain in order while keeping everyone safe and satisfied under its roof.
Specifically for the Entertainment Room, there are a few rules that everyone must follow; no complete nudity, not between the escorts and the guests who are present, not even for the exotic dancers on the stage; the well-known two drinks limit for the guests, placed to make sure that everyone who is involved in the sex rooms remain sober; no physical contact; and no fraternising, as escorts and dancers are off-limits for the guests to invite into the rooms, although they are allowed to keep the guestsâ company while they are in this room, simply to talk and and flirt and drink with them until their time is up; and many other rules which have been placed to maintain both the anonymity and safety of everyone involved in the clubâs business, while keeping its reputation intact.
There is a reason why these guests around youâthe attendees, as the club would call themâhide their faces behind carefully designed masks. A lot of these guests are important and well-known people out in the real world; businessmen, politicians, celebrities. Anyone who wanted to find an escape, a place to channel their darkest desires, to seek pure pleasure without the risk of people judging or outing them in public.
They all pay good money to have a good time, to find pleasure, something that the club has to offer. In return, the club simply asks everyone to follow their rules to keep everything in order.
Yet, even with the rules and limitations in place, this room still serves its purpose of entertaining its guests. The scantily clad escorts and passing servers are the perfect eye candy for the guests, and they are both friendly and flirty, providing some level of comfort for the guests so they can relax and enjoy their time.
And then there are the performers, the exotic dancers filling the stage and the small boxes that have been set between the seats. All of them dancing and swaying to the music seductively, their movements so mesmerising that most guests find it hard to look away.
Just like how your eyes continue to find their way to the same dancer that you have been admiring, his actions draw your attention back to him no matter how hard you try to look away.
The male dancer brings his arms up, crossing them behind his head as he begins gyrating his hips forward. His eyes are locked down, aimed towards the female guest sitting right in front of the box; an older woman who is dressed elegantly, yet daring, with her wrap dress coloured in dark purple, a similar colour to her mask, the cleavage sinking deeply at the front to show a generous view of her ample bosoms. Her auburn hair is styled up in a messy bun, with a pair of golden hair clips pinned on the side of her head to keep the strands in place.
You cannot see her face from this angle, yet you can see her painted nails trailing up and down the flute glass of champagne that she has been nursing since she sat there, showing you that she is indeed enjoying the show while having her mind wandering to another place where she could be free with her own raw desire, possibly with said male dancer as the other character in her fantasy.
The dancer comes down to one knee and continues rocking his hips. The female guest leans back in her seat, making it seem as if she is receiving a personal lap dance from the dancer, and you wonder if this is a part of her fantasy that he is giving her.
A fantasy. That is all that these entertainers are offering for the guests sitting in the Entertainment Room. Anything that may entice any guestsâ sexual desire without actually engaging with them directly.
But there are still other ways for the guests to indulge in that fantasy, and for these escorts and performers to indulge in sexual pleasure without breaking the rules. You look around, biting your lips when you consider that sometime tonight, one of these escorts and dancers will be performing something else for the guests.
In the Viewing Room, a different kind of entertainment is presented for the guests, drawing those who are into specific types of kink, including some of the most perverse kinds of sexual pleasure; exhibitionism, voyeurism, and similar others.
Within those rooms, a similar setting to what you have now can be found, except on a smaller scale. Sets of loveseats and high-back chairs set in lines around small, solo stages or in front of a massive glass wall separating the room from another, except that instead of stripper poles and stage lights, you will find a whole different setup to support the performances; from small beds and three-seated leather sofas to the distinct setup, like bondage benches and St. Andrews cross standing at the center stage. Everything that is needed for the masked escorts, both males and females, to engage in their sexual exploitation in front of a public audience.
Oftentimes, club members would be the ones to take the center stage. Either with their own partners or in groups, or even acting solo, allowing other members to watch as they indulge in carnal pleasure.
Feeling warm from your own thoughts about the indecent scenes that you have seen in the Viewing Room before, you lift your gaze back to the nearest stage, where a new male dancer has taken the center spot.
Wearing a thin, see-through white shirt and a pair of tight, holed-up jeans, he basically leaves only little left to your imagination. His mask, a perfect replication of a pair of wings of a dove, is made out of white lace fabric with silver threads as its linings. The mask glimmers as the dancer begins rocking his hips, allowing you to see the toned lines of his muscles rippling under his shirt before he begins to slowly peel the thin piece away to show you more.
As you continue watching the dancer perform with his captivating moves, your mind wanders to another figure whose movements are also just as graceful, but with less rough edges on him. The figure who holds an aura which exudes sin and temptation as he moves and speaks, with that smile of his which keeps drawing you in.
Finding yourself comparing the dancer with your mysterious host and escort draws out a scoff from your lips.
How would you know whether or not Jimin has any rough edges on him at all, when he has always presented himself in a prim and orderly fashion; with his sparkling mask hiding half of his face and his firm body under his fashionable suits?
Thinking about Jimin takes you back to the brief moment you had with him at the guest lounge earlier, and you feel the urge to knock back your drink when your disappointment returns tenfold. You have no idea why you are so invested in this club and feeling so deeply about your session tonight. Having your hopes up only to be let down makes you feel bad, but it shouldnât be this bad.
Is it because you had wantedâno, neededâan escape from your life so badly, hoping that a night of pleasure, a chance to shed your skin for a short while, would have helped you deal with the problems waiting for you at home? Have you needed to forget about the real world that badly to seek a chance to live inside your fantasy?
Yes, you wonder with a sigh, as the weight of your real life outside of this clubâwork, the thriving, yet struggling business that you are currently running, your home life, the absence of a real relationship, the business deal that had fallen through just this morningâlays heavy on your shoulder.
Yes, I do need that escape.
Ever since the moment you stepped foot in the club for the first time, your entire world has been undeniably and irrevocably elevated to a new height. Youâve found pleasure like youâve never felt before from the very first experience they gave you, the perfect escape from real life, and never once have you turned your back on them. Never once had they ever given you the reason to.
Must tonightâs misfortune become the sign that your time with the club is up?
Feeling the dreadful feeling from todayâs stress coming back, added to the possibility that you might be losing your safe place tonight, you take another drink and lift your gaze, meeting the dancerâs eyes as he looks across the floor to see you.
Sitting back and forcing yourself to relax, you convince yourself to simply enjoy this moment. To enjoy the performance that is being given to you while trying your best not to think of your troubles, and at the same time, stop yourself from imagining your lovely hostâwhose smile and alluring voice have always filled your thoughtsâas the one dancing in front of you.
â Jimin â
Jimin has no idea what he is doing or why he is here.
It feels like only moments ago that he watched you go to the Entertainment Roomâthe Lounge, as everyone at the club would usually call itâand then he is suddenly here, standing in the dark corner, watching you.
He cannot understand why he felt the urge to come here. The need to see you again was pulling at him that he was drawn here to find you.
Like a moth to a flame.
Shaking his head, Jimin lets out a bitter chuckle. This is ridiculous. If this had been the weekend, when the club is usually the busiest, he wouldnât have been here. He wouldnât have time to, nor the chance to be distracted by the thought of you, wondering if you are feeling better, or if you are going to meet anyone in the Entertainment Room who might invite you to join them for more.
The Viewing Room is open for guests tonight. The Play Room that you have booked for the night is still vacant, as he couldnât alter the reservation and pass it on to another guest unless they are seeking the same specific theme. Which only makes him grow more concerned after sending you off with a free ticket to use either of these rooms tonight.
Jimin may have informed you of the main rules within the club, yet he isnât sure if you are aware of the special rule that applies only to the exclusive members and VIP guests of the club that most arenât well-informed yet unless they have the same privileges.
The same privileges that you now have, once Jimin has officially updated your status in the club.
The rule which states that while the guests are forbidden to engage intimately with or to invite the escorts to their private sessions in the sex rooms, they are, however, allowed to invite another guest for an impromptu session set in the rooms, so long as the arrangement made between them is mutual and the hosts are made aware of it beforehand.
It might have been the thought of you receiving open invitations from these other guests which had drawn Jimin away from his station. He knew it was a possibility. If someone like him could be completely smitten and drawn to you, there is no doubt that others would feel the same once they notice you.
Alone.
Unattended.
Available.
Jiminâs attention is drawn back to you when he sees you raising your hand, and ordering your second drink. Within moments, one of the male escorts tending the room appears with your drink in his tray. He leans close over the table as he places your drink, and then lingers for a moment too long. His demeanour and the way he leans a bit too close, too friendly, combined with the way you smile back at him as you lean forward to meet him, lets Jimin know that this male escort has been the one taking care of you and keeping you company since you got here.
Jiminâs hands are clenched to fists at his sides. It remains that way while you are chatting with the escort, whose presence is making you oblivious to your surroundings and all the attention that you are getting from the other guests. Only when the male escort finally walks away, returning to his station, Jimin can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Instead of approaching you, Jimin remains in the shadows. Still out of sight. It allows him to look at you, a chance to get a full view of what he rarely gets to see whenever heâs in your presence.
Sitting under the dim golden light falling from above, your mask glimmers when you move. The masquerade mask, gifted by the club when you first joined as a member and then amplified further with your personal touch, looks like petals of roses covering a part of your face. Made of lace fabric in the colour of red cherry, the mask matches perfectly well with the colour of your drink. Even the colour of your lipstick and dress both match the tone, something that Jimin had marvelled at the moment he saw you for the first time earlier tonight.
The gold and black embroideries framing your mask make your eyes pop, and it shouldnât please Jimin how well they match the colour of the mask that he is wearing tonight.
As he watches you raise your glass to your lips, Jimin finds himself moving. As if a spell has been put on him, and his body is moving on its own, drawn towards the magic that has bewitched him completely.
You have yet to notice him approaching, as your eyes drift towards the nearest box stage, where a new male dancer had just taken the spot to begin his dance.
Once again, Jimin clenches his fists as he looks on, wishing that the glimmer in your eyes was directed to him instead. Yet he quickly calms himself just as he comes to your table, keeping his voice and expression steady, as well as the mask helping him hide his emotion, as he gently says, âEnjoying your evening so far?â
Jiminâs voice takes your attention away from the male dancer who is now becoming the main focus of the entire room.
Startled, you sit up straight and turn to look at him. The haze in your eyes clears for a moment, only for your gaze to soften at the sight of him. While Jimin still cannot understand what he was feeling before, he takes pleasure in seeing how your gaze always changes just for him.
âWell, I canât say that Iâm not enjoying myself,â you answer him with a coy smile. It appears as if you are already feeling the buzz, both from your drink and the ambience in the room, clearly seeming more relaxed compared to before. âI have free drinks, a wonderful view of gorgeous men dancing to the music, and friendly escorts coming to keep me company.â
Your words draw a smile to Jiminâs face, which grows even wider when you add, âAnd now I have my handsome host coming to say hi.â
Chuckling softly, Jimin nods and says, âHi.â
You softly laugh and take a drink. It draws Jimin to move closer. âMind if I join you, then?â
You lower your eyelids. A gesture so subtle and sweet, yet enough to draw a strong reaction out of him. The perfect submission. You shake your head and shift on your seat, making space for him.
âDo you think Iâll mind having some time with you, Jimin?â you ask him with your eyes fluttering as you tap your palm on the loveseat, gesturing to him to sit right beside you instead of taking the other chair across the table. âCome sit here and keep me company.â
Tilting his head, a myriad of emotions washes over him. He knows that he shouldnât do this. He shouldnât be here at all, least of all to join you, when every part of him keeps reacting to everything that you do. But his body has its own mind, and your gaze is pulling him closer before he can stop himself.
Tugging at the lapels on his suit jacket, Jimin settles right next to you. Breathing in, he enjoys the sweet scent of your perfume and the warmth of your presence while you take another sip of your drink.
âArenât you busy? Is it all right for you to join me here instead of watching over the concierge desk? Wonât they be needing you there?â You begin giving him a barrage of questions before returning your drink to the table. Jimin merely listens with a smile, as you curiously ask, âOr did you perhaps come here to check on me? To make sure that Iâm having a good time?â
Why am I here? Jimin wonders, once again questioning his own intentions.
His concern over you had been making it hard for him to focus on working. No matter how much he tries to rationalise it, listing all the possible reasons why he is in this room with you, Jimin still has no answers. Other than to see you.
However, he loses any chance to answer your question or to explain himself when a bare-chested server wearing a bowtie around his neck, a silver mask covering half of his face, and a pair of extremely tight leather pants, comes in to take his drink order.
Jimin considers ordering something strong. A glass of whiskey, perhaps, if only for the sake of giving him liquid courage to speak his mind openly to you. But he quickly decides against it and orders a glass of iced water instead.
âIâm guessing thereâs a rule against drinking on the job?â you tease him, once the server walks away, your gaze lingers for a second longer on his toned bottom than Jimin would like before you turn to him again.
âSomething like that,â Jimin says with a tight smile. âIâm still on the hour, and Iâd prefer to enjoy this chat with a sound mind.â
âI like the sound of that. Then I guess Iâll be drinking for both of us,â you say as you take a hefty drink of your liquor, nearly finishing it off. âYou donât do this often, do you?â you ask him while looking around, before noticing Jiminâs raised eyebrows and explaining what you meant, âIâm talking about you sitting with a client or a guest while strippers and half-naked servers are entertaining them.â
Chuckling softly, Jimin shakes his head. âActually, as one of the main hosts and the clubâs recruiters, I do this quite often. Usually, Iâd sit in the Entertainment Room or the open stage areas where the strippers perform, scouting over new guests who arenât yet members to see if I can find those who interest me enough to offer them a special membership offer for them to join the club.â
Your eyes grow wide, surprised and intrigued at the same time upon hearing this. Jimin canât blame you for feeling this way. Even if he has been your host and personal contact to the club since you first applied, this hadnât been your experience which had led you to meet him.
Unlike the other members who came in through Jiminâs expert scouting and special invitation passed on through their sponsors, you had first come to the club at your own conviction.
He still remembers that day as if it was yesterday.
You had come during the rare occasion in which the club opened the Entertainment Room for public audience, welcoming guests who were non-members by applying an entrance fee for those who came without sponsors. It was you who came to approach him first, knowing who he was to the club and what his role was as he blended with the guests.
Through the conversation he shared with you, he had learned that you came that night after finding out about the club from the words spread through the grapevine. You came out of curiosity at first, while also having the intention to apply to be a regular club member so you could try out the clubâs various endeavours. You claimed that you wished to learn more about your sexual taste and preferences, while relying on the clubâs pledge of keeping the membersâ privacy and safety while they are under its wings.
Jimin vaguely recalls how your work would often get in the way of you in having a relationship and from seeing people, to going on dates and finding your own partner to try new things. Hence, the club became such an enticing option which you couldnât refuse.
âNo wonder no one seems to be questioning why youâre here,â you simply comment, just as a server passes by your table with a subtle nod towards Jimin.
Jimin takes a drink to cool off, realising that this is something that he needs as he notices you sliding closer to him.
âI guess you do take your job seriously,â you tease, sounding more relaxed after the drink you are having starts settling in. He looks over to see you watching him closely, your chin resting on your hand as you peruse him with your gaze. âSince youâre here, Iâve been thinkingâŠâ
Placing his glass down, Jimin sits back in the seat, willing himself to relax with you. âWhat do you have in mind?â he asks, crossing his legs as he listens. Jimin bites down his smile when you give him a sheepish smile. But he would have never expected to hear what you are going to say to him next.
âI feel like it will be a waste if I just leave here after finishing my drink.â You let out a sigh. âSo maybe Iâll take your offer and try out one of the sex rooms tonight. What do you think?â
You turn to Jimin with a small smile. âIs the Viewing Room with the open stage available tonight? Itâs okay to go solo to watch, isnât it? Maybe I can have fun there and enjoy myself.â
Jimin swallows down the groan threatening to come out of him at the thought of you entering the sex rooms, much less the Viewing Room. Watching a live porn performance has been one of the fetishes and quirks that the club has to offer. One that he knows well enough to be your favourite before the Play Room.
By choosing the one with the open stage, you will be sitting right in front of the stage, with either the attendees or escorts performing their carnal act within armâs length and no barrier getting in the way. Except that going in solo would mean an open invitation to anyone who is enjoying the room to watch without a partner.
âI mean, I would have loved to try the Dark Room, but after failing to find a partner meant for my original schedule, I canât see myself getting a random partner on such short notice forââ
Gritting his teeth, Jimin holds back from showing his displeasure as you continue rambling about your desire to try out the other sex rooms. With other people. He knows that it would be wrong of him to object to your intentions when he was the one who first made the offer for you to find a different way to enjoy the rest of your night.
Yet he certainly isnât prepared to hear himself sharing what has truly been going through his mind out loud.
â You â
Thinking about what you might find in the Viewing Room tonight already makes you grow hot and excited.
Out of all the sex rooms that you can find in Club La Rouge, the Viewing Room was the start of it all. The start of your journey with the sex club.
Applying for a membership at La Rouge last year had immediately earned you a free entrance to The Viewing Room and a free extra drink in The Entertainment Room on the same night. Out of curiosity, you accepted the offer right away to feel the experience firsthand.
Resting back in your loveseat, you remember resting on an exact replica of this seat inside the sex room, getting comfortable as you enjoyed the show. Just the way they have it here, there was a single stage positioned perfectly at the center of the room, merely an armâs length away from where you were sitting.
When you first entered, the stage was already occupied. You watched in awe as a masked woman sitting on the center of the stage spread her legs open, while a masked man knelt down before her, with his face buried between her legs and his mouth devouring her bare cunt. As the woman rocked her hips in the height of pleasure, you found yourself moving yours, brushing your covered center against the cushioned seat beneath you to find your own release.
You remember meeting the womanâs gaze when her eyes shot open in her release, and then again when the man raised to his feet, twisting his partner onto her knees with ease before he began taking her from behind, pounding into her shamelessly while masked strangers continued to watch them giving in and indulging their carnal desire on stage.
It felt exhilarating.
Freeing.
And it felt like the perfect escape from your mundane life, allowing you to recognise a part of you which had been lying dormant inside and awaiting release. The part of you which has always had a strong passion and desire for pleasure, and a deep curiosity to venture deeper into your fantasies and bring them into reality.
That had been the night when you truly found the club to be the perfect place for you. A place where you could seek out pure pleasure, to learn and understand more about your needs and desires freely without any judgement from the people around you.
And you have been coming back to this place ever since. Always back to try out new things, new ventures, new sex rooms, and Jimin knows this fact so well as he talks about your intention of visiting the Viewing Room before making your way home.
âThe Viewing Room you mentioned is available tonight. Iâm quite certain that there are already a couple of guests making use of the stage right now, and anyone interested in watching them can enter anytime. Butââ
Jimin pauses. Seconds drag on. It would be expected for you to feel uneasy about why he seems so unsure to talk more about this. But itâs hard to feel it when his gaze seems to spark brighter when he looks at you.
With a smile on his face, Jimin leans in to say with a low, gentle voice, âWhat if I tell you that I have something better in mind?â
His cryptic words make you curious. âIâm listening.â
His smile remains as his gaze holds steady, âI would like to make you an offer.â
The moment you get to see Jimin up close, your previous thoughts are proven right. He does look way more attractive in your eyes compared to the dancer who tried his best to keep your attention on him. Even with a full suit on, Jimin looks more appealing. His face, while hidden under his beautifully crafted mask, appears delicate and beautiful beneath. Not even the mask and the dim lighting filling the room can hide his features, or dim the sparks you feel from looking into his eyes.
And then there is the way he carries himself, which has always been able to make you feel flustered whenever you are near each other. The way he glides and sways as if he is dancing to a tune that only he can listen to, and how you would take in every single movement he makesâfrom the tilt of his head, the small twitch at the corner of his lips before his smile grows, to the delicate way he moves his fingers.
You have never truly realised how much he affects you.
Until now.
When the confidence that he oozes from within makes you feel like you want to surrender your desire in his hands, knowing that he might be the only one in the world who may understand what you need.
âAnother offer?â you ask, smiling at the sweet man before you, while hiding the fact that you are feeling an odd flutter in your chest with the way he is leaning closer to you. He might only want to make sure that you can hear him over the sultry music playing in the room, while keeping his wordsâhis offerâfrom everyone else around you to hear. Something for your ears only.
âAfter giving me an additional monthly private session, extra free drinks and a free show.â You raise your glass and wave your hand at the main stage, where a few male dancers are now performing for all the club members who are present, their bare chests glimmering under the golden glow lights. âAs well as many other privileges a girl like me could ever deserve. Yet you still have more to give?â
Your smile grows when your gazes meet again. âI never realised the club takes good care of their members this well.â
Jimin gives you a sweet smile. âAs I said before, I feel responsible for tonightâs misfortune. I feel like I am partly to blame for matching you with the wrong partners for your private session tonight. If only I had done my job better, perhaps you wouldââ
Shaking your head at him, you lean forward and repeat the same words you gave him earlier. âJimin, I told you already, itâs not your fault. These things can happen. It just wasnât meant to be.â
Jimin presses his lips when he nods. His eyes are on you when he speaks again, âYet, things like this shouldnât happen. It would be bad for our business if we keep messing things up for our favourite clients.â His frown softens. His lips turn to a small grin when he notices you looking back at him with a shy smile, obviously catching on with the meaning of his words.
âRest assured, Iâve dealt with the problems as much as I could. For now. You will not be paired up again with your original partner in the future, and we will be looking into his personal details to see if we can have him update his data so things like thisâhaving an appointed pairing bail due to conflicting interests, as he called itâwonât be happening again.â
The grin disappears and switches into a look of contempt as he speaks about this, and then he carries on to say, âWe have also scheduled to have our system looked over, to make sure that no one, especially you, will experience similar misfortunes.â
You sit back and look at him with wide eyes. âWow, you work fast,â you mutter softly, amusedly, surprised that Jimin and his team would move that quickly to fix all the problems straight away. Their automated pairing system included.
âAs I should. Itâs for the clubâs best interest, after all,â he claims. âOf course, the first chosen club member has received a warning for his sudden retreat, and we are currently appraising the details and preferences he added in his application form to see if there was some information that he had put in inaccurately.â
The sass and bitterness in his voice nearly make you laugh. Seems like Jimin also believes that said club member might have made up things that he wrote down in his application form.
âAnd the other? Youâre not going to reprimand the poor fella?â
Jimin scoffs. âNo, he already emailed us back, right before I came in. Heâs out of town, and the business email address he gave us had an automated reply feature set on. That might have been the main cause of the issue.â
âBummer,â you say this while rolling your eyes, causing Jimin to chuckle. âIs that what you came here to talk about?â
Shaking his head, Jimin smiles softly at you and leans closer. âNo, itâs not. I couldâve informed you all of this another time if thatâs all I wanted to talk about.â
He takes a quick glance around him, seeing if anyone would hear him before he continues. âMy offer has to do with your original session,â he says, pausing briefly to let you process his words before he explains further, âSince the Play Room has been booked for your appointment tonight, it will remain vacant for the rest of the night. We have no other guests scheduled for a session, while the room itself has been set up to accommodate yourârequest.â
He gives you a small grin while your cheeks grow warm. You are taken back to Jiminâs first reaction when he heard your request, when he sounded so surprised and amused at the same time that you regretted not contacting him through a video call instead to see the reaction on his face. âThe staff have worked so hard preparing the room for your appointment. It would be a shame to let it go to waste, wouldnât it?â
âIâŠsuppose it would,â you respond slowly, while silently questioning where he is going with this.
âThen, I would like to offer you the chance to use the Play Room tonight,â he says, surprising you that you raise your eyebrows at him.
âOkayâŠBut how? I donât suppose that your system can magically find me the right partner to invite tonight. Unless you already know someone that might come in momentâs notice,â you comment with a soft chuckle, yet the way Jimin grins at you in return makes you stop.
âIf an eligible partner is what you are asking for, then there is one who is available.â
Your jaw nearly drops. âDo you mean to say that you have found someone?â
Jimin says nothing for a brief moment, allowing room for anticipation to start growing in your chest. And then, he surprises you again when he finally answers.
âItâs me,â he confidently replies. While your heartbeat picks up after hearing this, a look of mirth appears in his eyes.
You say nothing, wondering if you are hearing things. Perhaps you heard him wrong, and you are imagining things. But then Jimin speaks again, more convincingly this time, âI will be your partner so you can use the Play Room tonight.â
Seeing that you are lost for words, Jimin holds back a chuckle and reaches out. His gentle hand rests right beside your thigh, barely touching, yet you can still feel a brush of warmth on your skin from the gesture. Your body reacts with a shudder, yet you make no move to pull away when Jimin leans in, getting into your personal space so that you can breathe in his cologne, and feel his breath on your exposed shoulder when he questions you with a low voice, âI can promise you that if you wish so dearly for your fantasy to be fulfilled tonight, then I can make sure you will not be left unsatisfied. What do you say?â
âIs thatââ You are still struggling to get over your shock that you canât find any words to say. His offer was so unexpected that you have no idea how to react. âIs that even allowed?â you finally ask, âAnd why would you even make such an offer?â
Jiminâs gaze softens. âA part of it is me trying to make up for my mistake, another part is for my personal gain,â he admits, once again surprising you with his confession. âYou are quite a special member of the club. As a host, it would taint my reputation if words spread that Iâve failed to provide one of my attendees with her needs tonight.â
His gaze is locked on yours when he continues, âAs a man, who has unadulterated interest in you, it would have been a great sin should I send you home tonight unsatisfied, when I know for sure that I fit quite well to the criteria you were asking for as a partner.â
Eyes wide, you simply listen and allow his words to sink in. If only he didnât seem so genuine about it, perhaps you would have laughed in his face. You find it hard to believe that he has any semblance of interest in you at all, or in the type of fantasy you wished to bring into reality. Enough for him to make such an offer.
âAs for whether or not I, as a staff member, am allowed to offer myself to be your partner,â he continues while you fall silent, âthe rules only state that I am not allowed to be involved with a guest when I am in the hour of my shift. I donât think the club and the executives would mind if I end my shift early tonight and re-enter as a regular patron of the club.â
This time, you cannot stop yourself from laughing in disbelief. But you can see the honesty in his eyes, and you quickly sober up.
âYour offer is quite tempting,â you find yourself admitting once your laughter dies down.
âOf course, it is,â he says, smiling, while looking awfully pleased and sure of himself. âYou came into our club tonight in search of pleasure. We have one Play Room still open and reserved, already prepared specifically for you. Itâs a win-win situation if we take this opportunity. Donât you think so?â
In a way, you have to admit that he is right.
Your special request would have required some extra preparation from the club to arrange. You wonder what kind of waste that would be if the club isnât going to find someone else to make use of it. And the more you think about it, the more tempted you are to follow him through
âIf I accept this offer,â you carefully say to him, âhow will it affect my, umââ
As if Jimin knows what you are about to ask him, he nods and explains, âRemember one of the rules from the Play Room that I shared with you when you first came in?â
You nod your head, still remembering the rules clearly.
âWhat happens in the Play Room, stays there. Once the session ends, you will remain as our esteemed guest and club member, while I remain as your host,â Jimin reassures you, âOf course, if you ever find it uncomfortable to have me deal with your futureâendeavours, you are free to switch hosts and your personal contacts for your future sessions anytime you want.â
While his explanation does sound reassuring, his last comment only displeases you. Furrowing your brows, you cannot possibly imagine having to contact anyone else other than Jimin. To allow a stranger from the club to organise your private sessions, to take notes of your preferences and progressâsomething that you find too personal to share with anyoneâinstead of having someone that you have become familiar with for the past year assisting you.
Jimin tilts his head. He can probably see that you may need a moment to mull it over. There is no need for you to let him know that you might have already made up your mind about taking his offer.
âYou have one more drink on your card. Take your time to think about it while you have your drink. You should also know that this is an offer that I donât give away so easily to any other members of the club,â he says, as the tips of his fingers brush against your hand. A shudder runs through you, and you begin to imagine what his touch would do to you if it were more intimate.
Jimin leans back, brushing against the front of his suit as he takes away his warmth. âI will be waiting for your decision. Just come straight to the room that has been reserved for your session tonight. You should find the information by taking a quick visit to Saki at the concierge desk.â
âWhat if I decide not to come?â
Jimin stops. With a flicker of a smile on his face, he reaches out to you, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your earâa move which enthrals you and has your heartbeat picking up rapidly in your chest.
âI think,â he whispers, âYou will be there when I enter the room. Youâll be waiting for me on your knees, your hands folded on your lap, and your head down in submission. You will be waiting for me to tell you what I want, and ready to take my commands, just like the good girl I know you are.â
You bite your lips and lower your eyes. âIs that how you want me tonight, Sir?â
There is heat in his eyes when Jimin notices your subtle submission. âYou should know better than to question your master once the instruction is clear.â
â Jimin â
Jiminâs movements are stiff and his legs feel heavy as he makes his way out of the Entertainment Room. It takes a lot of effort to remain calm as he walks away from you. He almost canât even make it to leave at all.
But he knows that he has to.
He feels hard as concrete down below. His pants have grown tight as he walks, and he can only hope that the dim lighting around him provides enough cover to hide it as he walks past a few guests and escorts on his way back to his office.
Your reaction to his offer was sweet. But it was your reaction to his instructions that did things to him. It makes him want to forget everythingâthe rules, regulations, his duties and ethicsâand go straight to the Play Room with you. To hell with the power of anticipation, when he could have gone straight into playtime if he wanted to.
But he knows that he cannot do that.
Not here. Not now, when he is still on duty.
To make sure that there will be nothing getting in the way of him in spending the evening and having a session with you, he needs to do things right. First, he needs to get back to his office and deal with his remaining duties and responsibilities. Then he is going to clock out, ending his shift so he can enter the room with you as another guest instead of a host.
A complete submission.
That was your special request. A new kind of sexual exploit that you have claimed, time and time before, to be something that you have been interested in trying, but never had the chance or the courage to get into. Not once, because you have yet to find the right time and place to delve into it without being haunted by the fear of judgment, and without worrying about your safety.
As Jimin closes the door to his office behind him and carefully begins stripping himself out of his suit jacket, he recalls the conversation he had with you earlier today, back when you called to make the arrangement.
Those three words had done him over that he almost reacted with a groan in the middle of the phone call. It brought back a piece of his past; his first connection to the club, and the deepest, darkest desire that he has long kept a secret from the world, but never from the club.
Jimin walks across the room to stand in front of the mirror that he has placed against the wall. Carefully, he untangles the ribbons keeping his mask attached to his face. With a new determination set in his mind, he strips himself of the mask that identifies him as the host of the club, and readies himself to put on a different mask. An old persona of his that not many have ever gotten the chance to see.
Tonight, he is just another guest.
Tonight, he is about to become the master that you need.
â You â
You cannot really remember how you managed to get here.
The preparation room looks just as common as the others you used before when you booked a sex room.
Not too spacious, just comfortable enough for the guest to strip out of their clothes and change into whatever outfit or setup they need for the session.
A small shower box and a vanity table are placed on one side of the room, provided specifically in case an attendee feels the need to clean up before or after a session.
A wooden closet covers the other side of the room, filled with robes and costumes that you can choose from. There are also baskets and boxes here which you can use to place your personal belongingsâthe ones which you didnât leave behind at the reception deskâto keep safe during a session.
The locked door behind you should bring you back towards the hallway where Saki had left you. The soft echoes of her heels can still be heard as she makes her way back to the concierge desk after escorting you here.
And right on the other side of the door before you is the Play Roomâspecifically, the room which Jimin had reserved for you tonight.
Your body is buzzing from the inside as you stand facing it. Every part of your sense has come alive, excitement is brewing, yet you still make no move to get ready.
Butterflies flutter in your belly while all your nerve endings are crackling. The thought of Jimin being the other person you will see once you step through that door feels like a fantasy that you never once imagined, yet merely seconds away from becoming reality.
Itâs this kind of moment when you wish that you could depend on liquid courage. The clubâs drink limit wasnât even the reason why your mind is now clear, as you never took the extra drink that Jimin offered. The moment Jimin walked out of sight, leaving you behind in the Entertainment Room to ponder over his invitation, your mind was already made up. Not even the male dancer rocking his hips towards you from behind the glass barrier did anything to sway you from your needs.
Not when Jiminâs words had already set your nerves alight, and your carnal needs burning wildly inside.
You barely even finished your second drink when you left your seat, drawn by the promise you heard in Jiminâs voice. A promise that he would be the one to give you what you need tonight.
Not simply as a host who is in charge of your safety and comfort. Not out of his sense of duty.
But as a man with raw, carnal desire which you could feel from his direct words, his confidence, and his smooth, silky voice as he spoke about helping you find pleasure.
With a deep inhale of breath, you begin peeling your clothes off. Jimin never specified how you should situate yourself aside from the hint he left you with. But you have decided that it would be best to be as prepared as you can be.
After putting aside your shoes, pieces of jewellery, and your fancy dress into one of the baskets, you walk towards the full body mirror on the vanity table.
The pair of eyes looking back at you look almost unrecognisable. Yet the brewing anticipation and desire are clear, even from beneath the mask. Deciding that you are going to go all in tonight, you carefully take off your mask, putting it aside with a smile on your face before stepping into the shower box.
From what you have learned about Doms, something that you read about when you first became intrigued with the concept of submission and control, you found that some may require their subs to freshen up before entering a play. For you, personally, standing briefly under the running water has helped calm your nerves before entering an intense type of play.
Recalling the way Jimin leaned in to breathe the scent of your perfume, you forgo using the liquid soap that you find on the shelves and simply let the water wash off the sweat on your skin and the spicy fragrance from the Entertainment Room still clinging on you.
Once you feel refreshed and clean, you reach for the silk robe to cover yourself. Itâs a thin piece that hangs perfectly on the curves of your body. Its length falls right at the top of your thighs, barely concealing your intimate parts when you sit down on the settee in front of the vanity table.
You take your time to look at your reflection in the mirror before stepping into the next room.
Your face is now clean from the makeup you wore for the night. Your hair is loose, the pins and hair clip are now safely secured with your other belongings, and it makes you feel more relaxed seeing the wet strands framing your clear face.
A smile lifts itself on your face as you take a good look at yourself while imagining how Jimin would react seeing you like thisâwith every part of you bare of anything which may hide your truth. For him to see every part of you that no one else has ever gotten the chance to.
If heâs going to be there as just another man, then Iâll be there as a regular woman.
Not his usual patron or special guest. Just me.
The door to the Play Room closes behind you with a resounding click. Almost as if sealing your fate.
There is no turning back.
By now, Jimin wouldâve gotten notified of your arrival in the room. He might already be on his way to join you.
It would be too late to have a change of mind now, wouldnât it?
You find yourself wondering about this as your gaze drifts towards the other door across the room. You can picture him entering through that door, elegantly striding into the room as if he owns the place. The same way you saw him the first time you met, when he entered the guest venue with his head held high and one of his hands tucked in his pocket as he greeted the guests attending the clubâs special event. Also, the same way he did earlier when he walked off the Entertainment Room after sharing his proposition with you.
Will he be wearing his mask still, just like your previous partners? Will he still be wearing his fancy suitâthis evening, he was wearing a matching suit in deep bronze with a satin shirt in cream underneath, a complete contrast to his dark maskâor will he choose to change into something more comfortable?
Something moreâappropriate for the play, perhaps? Or maybe just something comfortable for him to play his role with?
Thinking of all the possibilities of seeing Jimin in a different light makes the flutter inside you grow more intense. It feels overwhelming. So you try to distract yourself by taking in your surroundings instead, marvelling at what the club has done while you have the chance to soak it all in.
This Play Room seems slightly different compared to the ones you used previously. Quite more spacious, it gives you a sense that you are inside a honeymoon suite in a resort instead of a simple sex room inside of a club. The lights here are a bit dimmer, with various more arrangements added to fill the room.
A four-poster king-sized bed is placed against the center wall to your right. Its frame is made of dark wood, with four vertical columns standing on each of its corners, made as tall as pillars reaching to the ceiling. Wooden rails are placed on its head, looking just as sturdy as the columns and sizeable enough for you to wrap your fingers around each grid. Various pillows and cushions are scattered on the mattress, all covered in dark rouge-coloured silk sheetsâthe shade that you see in almost every part of the club.
The bed looks imposing as you stand right before the massive columns. Yet heat rises through your body as you picture yourself being stretched out on top of the delicate fabric, your limbs bound to those pillars and your skin bare for your partnerâs eyes to see.
Another set of doors stand on the wall across the bed. A symbol is placed at the top, similar to the one you saw one the doors to the preparation rooms similar to the one that you had just walked out ofâa symbol that looks like an outline of a bathtub to give you a hint of what is on the other side.
Your heartbeat flutters softly in your chest knowing what it meansâa small bath meant to use after a playtime, or perhaps another part of the set-up meant for the Dom and sub to use during a play?
Turning back to the room, you see two other furnitures that are set on either side of the bed which look just as imposing.
Black-painted St. Andrews cross stands on a small platform on the left side of the bed, set up for intense bondage play. A bondage bench covered in dark red leather with leg stirrups is placed on the right side, with various instruments meant for different types of punishments hanging on the adjacent wall. Floggers, belts, whips, paddles, riding crops, and even feathers in various sizes and colours draw your attention, and your skin feels tight as you picture them being used on you.
Looking away from those instruments, your gaze lands on a single leather high-back chair that is placed across the bed. Looking at its position, you can imagine your partner sitting there, watching as you are laid to perform any carnal act on the bed.
This simple setup is something that you are more familiar with, learned from your previous experiences in the Play Room.
Your first experience with the Play Room was when you requested a session where you could give a blowjob to a nameless partner who was willing to be tied up and blindfolded. On the next session, you became the recipient of an invitation sent from another guest. An anonymous club member who wanted to give you pleasure through oral sex, only this time, with you being the one who was blindfolded, all while you were stretched out and bent on a long loveseat similar to the high-back chair you see in this room.
Ever since then, you have continued to use the Play Room to venture into other kinks. To understand more about yourself and follow your need to figure out what you might enjoy more in the future with a trusted partner.
You tried to see if you could enjoy pain kink by arranging to have a partner spanking you until your skin grew tender. The first time you entered this type of session, you had your partner use his palms, who had then used those same palms to soothe away the pain and tenderness until you were left trembling under his touches. In the next session, you had a different partner use a flogger, an experience which you found painful yet thrilling that you felt like you were being sent off to a different height at the end.
Both occasions had allowed you to learn one thing; that you can endure pain and enjoy them, and you had been left drenched between your legs with arousal after each one, that a single flick of a finger on your clit and a light blow on your slick folds were enough to send you spiralling into your climax, one that was so intense that you can still feel it each time you think about those nights.
Another time, you tried to see if food play would be your thing.
The idea of the play was quite erotic; as you spent it by having both you and your partner coated in chocolate syrup before licking each other clean. But the aftermath hadnât been as pleasing.
It was messy, sticky, and you still giggle each time you remember the dopey smile you gave each other when you found out how ticklish you actually were. It didnât necessarily ruin the experience. But it did simmer the heat. Thankfully, your partner that night simply bid you goodbye with a chaste kiss on your cheek and a teasing wink instead of abhorrence.
Sensory play was the next thing you tried in the Play Room. It was your partnerâs turn to take the lead, by pouring hot wax on your breasts before using ice cubes to cool down the sizzling heat. He then finished the play by sucking your sensitive nipples until both of you came into climax from the thrill and heightened sensations. It was yet again something you found to be a pleasant experience. A new find in the growing list of kinks that you certainly do enjoy.
Pressing your legs together, you try to tame down the pulsing heat growing at your center. You can feel that you are getting wet from thinking about your past experiences. Foreplays to prepare yourself for tonightâs session, as you see it.
You have no idea what truly enticed you to request such an intense play for your session tonight. You only have a vague idea so far of what you are getting into, which only adds to the anticipation brewing inside.
Feeling tension growing in your belly, you turn away from the bed to look at the console table standing in the center of the room. At one glance, the table only looks like another piece of adornment to complete the room setup. But upon closer inspection, you quickly notice the entire set-up of what you may need during your play.
Assortments of smaller instruments and sex toys are laid perfectly in order on top of the table, all chosen according to your personal preferences as written in your registration form. From plugs, clamps, and vibrators in different types, sizes, and colours. To a variety of ropes and fabrics that you can only imagine how they are going to be made use of during the play.
There is an addition of a set of hemp rope beside the silk ropes that you have listed as something which you thought might be more comfortable to be used on you, and you wonder if Jimin had added it as his own preference to try with you after volunteering to be your partner tonight.
Reaching out, you brush the tips of your fingers over the items on the table, trying to decide if you should pick something out of them yourself before Jimin arrives. Even if only so you could have something to hold on to as you wait.
But then Jiminâs last instruction echoes through your mind, reminding you of the command he gave before he leftâ
âYouâll be waiting for me on your knees, your hands folded on your lap, and your head down in submission.â
Thump. Thump. Your heart begins beating rapidly in your chest. Warmth surges through your body, pulling at your skin, as his gentle voice comes to you like a soft, demanding caress,
âYou will be waiting for me to tell you what I wantâŠâ
The intense flutter in your chest returns, and you pull your hand away from the table.
Smoothing down the front of your robe, you carefully climb onto the bed. You settle down near the foot of the bed, knees folded beneath you to cushion your weight. You rest your palms on your thighs, loosening your fingers instead of clenching them, and lower your head in submission.
And then you wait.
Seconds tick by into minutes.
Silence has thickened as you continue kneeling on the bed, waiting for Jimin to arrive.
Your heartbeat has grown steady. The unrest and anxiousness you felt have dwindled in your wait. Your legs are beginning to grow numb. Yet there is something about the power of anticipation which has the rest of your body come alive.
While your mind is empty, you are still focused. Your senses are on high alert. Your skin has become sensitive to the touch, to every shift in the air, to every brush of soft breeze flowing from the air conditioner.
The gentle click from the other door sounds like itâs coming from far away. It doesnât take long for your mind to register what it means, as it is the sound that you have been waiting for ever since you claimed your position.
Jimin is here.
You remain in your position, keeping your eyes lowered as the gentle sound of footfalls fills the room. You can feel him approaching, stopping to stand right before you without making any other sound. For a moment, you can hear nothing else but the sound of your steady heartbeat and his subtle breathing, untilâ
âYou follow my instructions really well.â His voice comes as a murmur, with a praise that comes out of his lips like a humming tune. It brings back the butterflies fluttering in your belly, growing wild and expanding, before exploding into sparks when he adds,
âGood girl.â
Your hands are clenched, and unclenched, in perfect rhythm as the blood flooding warmly in your veins. Receiving his praise surprisingly feelsâgood.
His words feel almost as succulent as the most expensive wine you have ever tasted. You immediately file this new discovery as something that you find as something pleasing.
Jimin places a knuckle under your chin and lifts your face to look at him. âHello there, angel.â
Every single thought in your head is quieted the moment you get to look at Jimin. Evidently, he has taken his time to clean up. His suit is gone, replaced by a silk robe which is almost a matching pair to yours. Even his mask is no longer present, leaving not a single trace of lace to cover his beautiful face.
You feel like you are dreaming. You have tried to picture him before, more than once. But your imagination doesnât seem fair enough when you finally get a good look at him.
You donât realise how obvious you are in admiring Jiminâs presence until a slow smile grows on his face. He seems amused at your reaction, even if itâs quite clear that you are not the only one to do it. Jiminâs perusing gaze lingers on your face as he brushes his thumb across your cheek.
âThis is the first time you are showing me your face ever since the first night you came to the club,â Jimin muses with his gentle voice. So soft that you almost miss it thanks to the sound of your thundering heart.
âThis is the first time I get to see your faceâever,â you respond with a smile, drawing a soft chuckle from him.
âI suppose this will be a fair treat for both of us,â Jimin says with a low voice as he lets go of your chin and draws himself back. âOpen my robe.â
Your fingers are slightly shaking as you reach out to him. Dainty fingers pull on the sash binding his robe together until the thin fabric comes apart, revealing his bare chest, his firm torso, and the soft V-line leading down towards his semi hard-on. You cannot resist licking your lips, wishing that you could trace his skin, to run your fingers down the lines on his body and the artful black lines written on the side of his chest.
A tattoo. How amusing, you wonder, while silently questioning if there is more ink work on other parts of his body that you are going to find.
You take another second to marvel at this new, unexpected part of him, before your gaze drifts up to his face, waiting for his next instruction. You start to reach up to peel the robe from his shoulders, yet he gently catches your wrist before you can even try. âThatâs enough for now, angel.â
âAh. Yes, Sir.â
Jimin tilts his head as he holds your hands in his, gently pulling you up while saying, âRise, angel. Let me have a good look at you.â
You can barely feel your legs as you rise, but you barely feel any worries of falling when Jimin keeps a firm hold of your hand with one hand, and your waist on the other. He keeps you balanced when your feet are on the floor and you find yourself swaying.
âEasy, now,â he teases as helps you steady yourself on your feet. âGood. Now donât move.â Once he is convinced that you can stand on your own, Jimin steps back. Though he keeps his eyes on you, watching you closely when he says, âI want you out of that robe.â
With a deep intake of breath, you reach down and pull to untie the sash around your robe. The silky cover comes apart, revealing your bare skin underneath. You can hear the soft intake of breath coming from Jimin, making your skin flush at the thought of him being affected by the sight of your bareness.
Something else shines through Jiminâs eyes when he looks at you, smouldering with an unnamed intent. Something illicit and dark, sending shivers through your spine. But it also feels delicate and warm, not the kind of sensation that would send you shrinking into the bed and hiding from him.
Jimin takes a step closer. Then another step. Then he runs his fingers on the front lining of your robe, rising up to your shoulders. âYou are beautiful, angel. Exquisite,â he whispers smoothly with his fingers moving your hair back.
He gently peels your robe off of your shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor, pooling around your bare feet. The tips of his fingers brush against your skin as he does this, prompting a shudder surging through your body.
âThose fools have no idea what they were missing when they failed to show up tonight,â he murmurs, referring to the club members that were initially chosen for you to have as your master tonight.
But you have barely thought of them at all. Not since the moment Jimin offered to take the role that has been left vacant in their absence.
You are lost in your thoughts for a brief moment that you donât realise how closer he has gotten. Not until you feel the warmth of his words against your lips. His eyes look deeply into yours as he trails his fingers down the length of your bare arms.
It feels thrilling, the way he is touching you, and the way your body is reacting to the featherlight touches of his fingers. It feels intoxicating, more than what youâve gained from the drinks you had earlier. Your mind is clouded, and his heated gaze keeps you entranced, making it hard for you to look away, yet your mind is still clear enough to take in everything that is happening at the moment.
Your gaze falls to his lips. With him leaning so close, all you have to do is tilt your head and your lips would touch each other. But neither of you make a move.
His eyes move down just then, lingering on your lips. Just when you think he is about to kiss you, Jimin retreats and carefully guides you back to the edge of the bed. âBack on the bed for now, angel. Resume your position for me.â
Disappointment weighs down your chest, yet you quickly brush it off and keep your voice steady. âYes, Sir.â
The loss of this touch makes your skin feel cold, so you hold on to the heat coming out of his eyes as you move back to the bed. Moving under his unwavering gaze makes you feel more hyper-aware of your state of nudity. He isnât even touching you the way you want him to yet, but you can already feel warmth surging through your skin simply from the intense way his eyes are following every move you make.
Sitting back on the bed, a gasp slips out of your lips. You are surprised to find how wet you have already gotten underneath, all coming simply from his unwavering attention. The slickness of your arousal isnât yet intense, but present, sticking on your skin as you settle back with your legs folded beneath you, hands on your lap, your gaze lowered in submission as you wait for his next move.
Jimin acknowledges your obedience with a nod, and then turns away to make his way across the room, straight to the console table. You watch from under your eyelashes as Jimin moves, his robe flittering on his back. You quickly notice how his slow, yet confident strides hold something different in them more than what you have seen from him before.
An air of dominance and control. Imposing, but not enough to instil fear, and still as elegant as how you have always seen him.
Jimin might not be as brunt as the Dominants youâve learned about from your research through the internet or what was written in the books youâve read. He isnât hard and tough. Instead, he isâgentle, while still commanding in his own way. He has a kind of tenderness that serves like a magic spell, one which makes you want to obediently obey and follow. He lights up the desire you have in you to submit to his every will, to please him, without having to say too much.
The way he feels so comfortable in his own skin also amazes you. Looking at his back, you almost forget that he is bare underneath. The way he embraces himself puts you in awe, that you cannot help but continue admiring him.
As Jimin reaches the console table, he holds out his hand and begins running his fingers on the assortment of instruments and toys being displayed, and you inadvertently straighten your back. Jimin seems to be taking his time perusing the playthings on the table, causing your nerves to spark as you anticipate whatâs coming next.
âYou requested to experience a complete submission. Is that right, angel?â he gently asks, and for a moment, your brain nearly fails to register his question before you finally find your voice again,
âYes, Sir. I did.â
Jimin looks over his shoulder. âNow that youâve seen everything weâve prepared for your playtime tonight, you havenât changed your mind, have you?â
You lick your lips. âNo, Sir.â
âGood,â he says with a hum. âBefore we startââ Jimin angles his body to look at you, and the light from the ceiling falls on his covered back, allowing you to see through his sheer robe to see some more ink work lining down his spine.
âPick a safeword, angel.â
You drag your eyes away from his back, looking at his face as you consider your choice of safeword, before deciding to go with what your mind is more familiar with. âRed,â you answer him with a soft voice. âRed means to stop.â
His lips twitch with a knowing smile. âFavourite colour?â
You shake your head. âNot really. Itâs just easier to remember when I suddenly need to use it.â
Humming to himself, Jimin nods. âGood thinking,â he compliments you, his eyes glinting under the lights as he looks at you to say, âI personally love your choice.â
Jimin turns his attention back to the table, and as the robe on his body moves along with him, you finally get to see the vague lines of his back tattoo through the sheer fabric.
Moon phases. How fitting.
Your gaze is pulled back onto Jiminâs hands as he moves to trace his fingers across the items on the table. As he reaches for the silk and hemp ropes, your skin grows tight with excitement.
Bondage is something that you are still unfamiliar with. But you had clearly stated in your request today that it would be something that you would be interested to learn and do through the session should your partnerâyour masterâbe willing.
As your host, you know damn well that Jimin would have taken account of this part of your request. And he seems to be making it clear to you that he is more than willing to introduce you to this form of play tonight.
With a gentle hand, Jimin picks up the silk rope. He plays with the fabric in his fingers for a moment, feeling its texture. He then moves on to the next items, perusing them as closely as he did with the binding materials provided for him. Your core grows warm as he touches one of the small toys and starts filtering through the plugs. Then he moves on again, allowing you a brief relief, only until he brushes his fingers against the collection of clamps in various shapes and sizes that you saw previously.
âHow much can you endure pain?â he asks you while he carefully browses through each item while sneaking glances at you from over his shoulder.
You lick your lips. Tingles run through your body as you try to imagine all the things he could possibly do to you, as you picture the previous experiences youâve had when it comes to finding pleasure through inflicted pain.
âI tolerate them quite fairly.â
âHave you tried these?â As Jimin turns and lifts his hand for you to see, a golden chain hangs from his fingers. A clinking sound draws your eyes to the ends of the chain, where a set of clamps is seen hanging from it, glimmering in the shade of gold. The thin piece of gold looks like a regular piece of jewellery in his hand. And yet itâs hard for you to marvel at its beauty when you that it serves a completely different purpose when used.
âNot yet, Sir.â
Nodding, Jimin puts the clamps back in their place without asking further questions. Then he reaches out to the lines of thin fabric which you identify as blindfolds and mouth covers.
âBlindfold?â he offers with a raised brow.
âNo,â your answer comes out easily before you even have the chance to mull it over. âNot tonight. I want to be able to look at you.â
Jimin lets out a soft chuckle as he finally turns away from the table. His mind is already made up with what kind of play he wants to have with you. His determined eyes look straight at you as he steps closer with a silky fabric in his handsâwhich looks more like a ribbon instead of the rope he was playing withâyet the smile you see on his face softens all the tension in your body.
âHow are you doing, angel? Youâre still okay?â
âYes, sir.â You lick your lips. âQuite nervous,â you admit. Desperate for a distraction, you look down on his hands as he slides the thin strip of silk through his fingers. He plays around with the soft material while keeping his eyes on you, taking in your honest reaction.
âGive me your hands. I want to try something before we continue.â
Jiminâs deliberate tone stills your heartbeat. You slowly raise your palms, inches from his waist. The silk strip is soon wound around your wrists, his deft fingers carefully securing the knot just as you begin to tremble. Once he is done, Jimin brings your bound wrists to his chest and slips a finger between your wrist and the fabric to make sure the bond isnât too tight.
Keeping your bound wrists to his chest, he draws your attention to his face as his lips are pulled into a slow smile. âTonight, Iâm just another guest,â Jimin says to you once he gains your attention, âI am only here to please you, to guide you as your master. Tonight, you are mine to take care of and give pleasure to, but you are to listen to what I say so we can both find pleasure at the end of this session. Is that clear?â
You respond to him with a nod, yet he immediately makes a disapproving noise with his tongue. âFrom now on, you will respond to me with your words every time I speak to you. Is that clear, angel?â
A whisper of a breath leaves your lips before you finally answer, âYes, Sir.â
His smile returns. âNow repeat to me. What is your safeword again?â
âRed.â
âVery good. Do you willingly put yourself in my hands tonight?â he asks, while he gently strokes the side of your body with his free hand, lightly digging his fingers into your bare back while his thumb grazes the side of your breast.
âY-yes, Sir,â you answer with a gasp as he presses down on your skin.
âIf you want to slow down, or if youâre not feeling sure about continuing and need a moment to take a breath, you can also use âyellowâ to let me know, and Iâll hold back for you. Use âredâ only if you want to stop.â Releasing your secured wrists, Jimin tilts your chin up to get you to look at him. âBut you must remember that red or stop means everything ends, and I will put our play to a complete stop, and thereâs where we end the night. Do you understand?â
You give him a quick nod. âYes, Sir.â
âDo you trust me?â
With your gaze locked on his, you answer him firmly with, âI do.â
Pleased with your answer, he gently pulls you up from your current position. âSit on the end of the bed for me, angel.â With one hand on your bound wrists, Jimin holds you steady, while he uses his other hand to help you unfold your legs and let them hang on the side of the bed.
âEasy. Lie down for me.â He bends down with you as he lowers you down to the bed until you are lying on your back.
His gentle hands run down the sides of your body once more as he helps you settle down on top of the silky sheets, taking account of every dent and curve forming your figure. His touch then traces down your thighs, carefully rising them up until your knees are bent and the heels of your feet are resting right on the edge of the mattress. Then he reaches up, palms gripping your hips before pulling you back down a bit closer to the edge of the bed.
âOpen your legs for me, angel,â he murmurs, and you easily comply, spreading yourself to expose your bare center. He gives you an appreciative hum as he glides his hands back up, guiding your arms above your head. The tips of your fingers brush against the covers, and he helps you get a grip on the soft fabric before letting you go.
Once he positions himself between your knees, his hands are immediately back on your legs, and they start moving slowly up your thighs. He keeps going upward, tracing his palms up the curve of your hips, to your waist, brushing the sides of your breasts as he continues his way up.
His featherlight touches on your skin have your body trembling, your senses coming alight, warmth surging down south to where you are bare and exposed to his eyes.
But those pretty eyes of his never waver from your face. Not even as he bends forward, covering your body with the length of his until his face is so close to yours.
âHold on tight and donât let go,â he whispers close as he slowly moves down until he is kneeling on the floor, his face disappearing between your legs.
He runs his hands back up your thighs. A velvety touch that draws a myriad of sensations through your body. Then his fingers slip down towards your center, sliding right between your thighs to find your mounds. You immediately grow damp as Jimin draws a finger up between your folds. Your body immediately quakes with pent-up desire in response to his touch. Your hips rise, hoping to press down against his touch, only to have him pulling away.
âJimin,â you gasp.
âYes, angel?â he coyly asks as he bends down and starts teasing your inner thighs with soft, tickling kisses. It draws soft gasps slipping out of your lips, before your breath is caught in your throat the more he rises closer to your center. His hands move down just then, settling on your spread knees to keep you from writhing off of the bed.
âTouch me, please.â
âHmmm, I donât recall ever agreeing to let you give orders, angel,â he gently chastises you, his lips never wavering too far from your skin. âYou promised that you are mine tonight, remember? That means you are mine to do with as I wish.â
A soft groan escapes your lips. You cannot help it. You are growing desperate already and his teases keep testing your patience.
âAre you sure you want me to touch you?â
âYes, please!â you nearly scream. The desperation you feel is clawing at your chest. Unable to move your arms, you clench your hands tightly on the silky sheets the same way you wish you could pull his head towards your pulsing core.
His teeth scrape up your inner thigh, and you finally cry out. But when he doesnât move any closer to your center, you arch your body upwards, nearly shoving your hips towards his face to chase his lips.
âHold still,â he gently reprimands you with his grip tightening on your thighs. âYou will not move, angel. No matter what I do. Not until I say you can. Do you understand?â
You suck a deep breath and swallow, nodding your head before you remember his command to speak. âUh, yes. I understand.â
Please.
You swallow back the word that you want so much to say. Even if you have no idea what you are begging him for.
Jimin grabs your hips and yanks your body down towards him, your bottom only lying partly on the bed and your legs hanging in the air as he lifts them upward, knees still bent and raised until your legs are partly folded above you. As if he heard your plea, Jimin dips back down and focuses on your center, his hands moving directly to the place where you need him the most.
Jimin wastes no time. You barely see or hear him move, when suddenly, two fingers plunge deep into your drenched pussy, drawing a scream from your lips. Your hips buck upward, nearly hitting Jimin right in the chin, and he immediately draws his fingers out.
âThat is one,â he says, almost sounding pleased, while you are too far gone to make sense of what he is saying.
Jimin cups your chin and guides you to meet his gaze. âAngel? Did you hear me?â
Whining, you shake your head vehemently and whimper, âN-no, Sir. I didnât.â
Jimin bites back his grin. Your eyes are glazed with lust, yet you can still see the amused look on his face, as if he is enjoying the way you keep defying him so easily.
âThat was one,â he repeats himself, âOne time you disobeyed me after I specifically told you not to.â
He trails his fingers across your hips while your heart flutters in your chest. âI will count each time you fail to follow my command, and once you reach the count of ten, you will be punished. Do you understand, angel?â
You lick your lips. You know the risk of not following his words and what it may entail, and your heartbeat picks up, only for a different reason other than fear. The promise of punishment shouldnât excite you so much. Yet it does. âYes, Sir.â
âI want you to stay perfectly still, angel. And do not come until I say so. Understand?â
âOkay. I mean, yes. Yes, Sir,â you answer with a small voice, already feeling the effect of his touch as his fingers begin to trail closer and closer to your heat.
Your body grows still, waiting for the touch that takes its sweet time to come. But then he stops. His hands disappear from your skin, and he suddenly dives forward and bites down on your inner thigh, making you gasp as your clit throbs in both pleasure and pain.
Jimin continues, kissing and licking a burning trail towards your mound. A soft growl comes out of him when he tastes your arousal. âSpread your legs wider,â he says, lifting your left leg to rest on his shoulder once you do as he commands.
A single finger slips inside you, entering your warmth. He moves it gently, swirling and pressing against your hot walls, drawing your cries when his touch finds the spot where you are pulsing with pleasure.
You let your head fall back as you begin savouring his touch. To feel the waves of raw pleasure building, rising, and pooling right at your core before they begin to spread all over your body. Yet Jimin never gives you the chance to relish it, as he suddenly draws his finger back out, leaving your hot walls clenching onto nothing.
In desperate need to chase the dwindling pleasure, to feel him inside you again, your hips rise before you realise it happening. A deep chuckle is heard, letting you know that you have messed up.
âHow many, angel?â
His voice is soft, yet it still brings shivers down your spine as you breathe out. âT-two.â
âSeems like youâll need more practice about control,â he hums softly. You open your eyes, your gaze blurry as you watch him licking his finger. A soft whimper slips out of you, then he lowers his hands once more. You feel his fingers trailing down your inner thighs, making their way back to your pulsing center. His lips follow close, replacing his touch as he leaves a brief, teasing kiss on your mound.
âHmmm,â Jimin hums before returning for more, pressing his lips on your slick folds and licking your arousal, âYou taste delicious, angel. Like a drop of bourbon. Sweet, and delectable.â
While he keeps whispering sweet, sultry words, your words slip away from your mind. Every hot breath falling on your skin as he continues trailing his lips on your moundâgoing across, between, up, and then downâsends goosebumps through your body. Each time, you feel him taking a deep breath, as if soaking in your scent while he continues tasting you, all while murmuring pleasantries to tell you how intoxicating it is to breathe in the heady fragrance from your body.
Your thighs tremble as you struggle to hold back, not wanting to break his rule one more time even when you can feel your body twitching, your hips in desperate need to thrust upward into his lips so he would devour you. You fight so hard that you are beginning to find it hard to catch your breath.
âPlease,â you softly beg, âI canât.â
âYes, you can,â Jimin mumbles against your skin.
âPlease, Sir.â The desperate whisper comes out with a hoarse voice, and it takes away all of your focus.
Everything that happens next unfolds before you can stop it.
Jiminâs lips hover above your hot center, his warm breath coats the slickness that has been building between your slit. You feel the briefest of a kiss right before a finger slides back in, pushing deep just as his mouth clamps around your clit. Sparks fly underneath your eyelids while your inner walls begin clenching around his finger, and you cannot stop yourself from rocking your hips, following each pulse of pleasure that is brewing inside you as you push to grind your center against his mouth.
Anything you try to do to stop the waves of pleasure from continuing to build fails as Jimin slides two fingers inside you, curling them up against your sweet spot, and you immediately lose every last control you still have.
Your pussy draws tightly around him, and just as you feel the coil loosening and snapping inside you, he bites your inner thigh, hard, just a mere inch away from your pulsing core.
With a cry, your body jolts and arches, and your hips begin rocking in the same rhythm as the pulse rising in your body. Your body rises from the bed once, twice, and right before you cross over the edge at the third rocking, everything stops when Jimin laps the mark he left behind with his bite and pulls back.
âStill counting, angel? Where are we now?â
âIââ You gasp, finding trouble to catch your breath and to focus on his voice. âI canâtââ
âDonât lie to me, angel. You donât want me to add your punishment for defying me, do you?â
Sucking a deep breath, you try to count how many times you felt your body rocking against him. âSix, sir. That was six. IâI think.â
Jimin hums. âThe numbers seem to be rising. Are you deliberately letting yourself go just to test me? Are you that curious to know what kind of punishment youâre getting if you keep disobeying me?â
You shake your head as you look up at him. âN-no, Sir. I wouldnât dare.â
With a smirk on his face, Jimin presses his lips on your quivering thigh. âProve it to me, angel. Try a bit harder to hold back. Remember, youâre not allowed to cum until I allow you to. If you dare cum, weâll make it twice the count. Is that clear?â
Pressing your lips together, you stop yourself from crying out a protest. Only for another sound to come out of your lips when Jimin dips back down between your legs, and he isnât using his hands this time to push you over the edge.
Without warning, he dips his tongue deep between your swollen nether lips, searching for your opening. You let out a sharp cry at the invasion but do nothing to move away. The sinful touch of his lips and tongue feels like heaven, it sends your body straight towards the height of pleasure.
Jimin stills your convulsing hips with his hands as he continues to move his tongue in circles, lapping at your pussy like a man with pure hunger. He trails his tongue up your labia, drinking in your essence and tasting every drop of your slickness, before moving back down until he reaches your tight back hole.
The sound of your moans increases, growing more intense the more your excitement grows in you when you feel him rimming the floret. His fingers work your lower lips, right where his mouth has been, which keeps flooding with drops of your arousal. Jimin smiles against your heat, as if he knows that you might explode and come to climax at any given time if he continues like this.
You try to focus on holding still, to stop the telltale of your orgasm from manifesting before you are allowed to make it happen. But Jimin isnât giving up on testing your limit just yet.
He gives a few more licks before his mouth moves back up, finding your folds, his tongue slipping between your slit to press against your opening. When his tongue finds purchase, his teeth grazing at your clit, he presses a finger at your back entrance and slips a knuckle in. You are too far gone in the erupting pleasure to stop it from unleashing. Your orgasm takes over your body like a massive wave, and you let everything go with a scream.
Tears trail down your cheeks at how intense it feels, your release breaking down the barrier you try so hard to put up. Your back arches up to the ceiling when the wave of your climax comes rushing in, while your entire body quakes with your release.
Jimin kisses your skin with a soft growl, snapping you out of it. You are still struggling to catch your breath when Jimin gently lowers your leg and begins crawling his way up on the bed, covering you with his warmth. Making a sound with his tongue, he takes your bounded hands and carefully loops them around his neck. You open your eyes as he pulls you up against him, taking you with him as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed.
His arms come wrapping around you as he brings you onto his lap, and you instantly collapse against his chest, turning boneless in his embrace. âIâm sorry,â you whisper to him, âI couldnâtââ
Jimin silences you with a gentle kiss on your temple. âThat was quite a show, angel.â He begins kissing away your tears. âQuite an intense one.â
You gasp when you realise what has just transpired. The spasms of your unbidden release are surging through you together with your pulsing blood. âI triedââ
âI know,â he coos softly, soothing you, yet there is a glint of knowing in his eyes when he pulls back, his thumb brushing away the remaining tears on your cheeks. âYour body must have grown more sensitive from being stimulated continuously, and I wasnât making it easy for you knowing that this might be the first time someone else is taking control of your pleasure,â he confesses with a smile on his face that doesnât show any hint of remorse. âBut rules are still rules, angel. You know that.â
âYes, I understand.â
âGood girl,â he says, those simple words light up some fire in your chest. and your mind begins to spin, floating higher just as he carefully lifts you up from his lap.
Needing to have something to grab onto so you can ground yourself, your fingers find the strands of his hair, sinking into them before grasping at them. When Jimin finally releases you, he gently lays you back onto the mattress.
He smiles at you as he unlatches your arms from around his neck, bringing them up over your head again.
âLook at me, angel,â he whispers while looking at you with a deep, smouldering gaze, and you are powerless to look away. âHave you been keeping count of how many times you disobeyed me with that last release? What are we at now?â
Recalling what he says earlier about giving twice the punishment should you let yourself come to climax without his permission, you swallow hard before answering, âThat would make it e-eight, Sir?â
âVery good,â he praises you once again, bringing back that same flutter in your chest when he smiles. With gentle movement, he carefully moves you up to the center of the mattress, giving you a brief moment of respite. âNow stay still for a moment. Are your arms hurting? You can lower them for a while as you wait.â
You bite your lips. âCanât I take the silk tie off?â
Jimin chuckles. âNo, angel. You need to keep those hands tied so I know youâll behave.â
Slowly, you lower your arms to your chest, giving yourself a little break even if your wrists are still tied up together. âThey arenât too tight, are they?â Jimin asks while cupping your cheek. He watches you closely as you try to get comfortable against the silky sheets.
âNo, Sir,â you answer after pulling and twisting your hands to test the tension, finding them quite loose, even if the bind will not fall apart if you pull harder.
âGood. Now try to relax and stay still for a moment,â Jimin says as he slowly moves away. âIâm going to prepare everything we need.â
The moment he disappears from view, your curiosity grows. You wish you could see what he is doing, but your position makes it hard for you to look across the room. Unless you want to defy his command and lift your body from the mattress just to get a look at him. After a moment of silence passes, you begin to feel uneasy.
âJimin?â
âIâm here, angel. Iâm not going anywhere far,â he reassures you, as if he knows how vulnerable you are feeling when he is not in sight while you are lying naked and frustrated.
But it doesnât take long before he returns. You can hear him setting down a few items on the side of the bed and fiddling with them before making his way round to your end of the bed to return to you.
âMove all the way back on the bed, angel. Against the pillows, and keeps your legs apart, knees up.â
Licking your lips, you slowly roll to your side and rise on your hands and knees, before you begin crawling your way up the bed. You can feel his gaze on you as you move, your bare bottom exposed to his eyes, and your arousal still dripping down the top of your thighs. Feeling his gaze on you, your hips instinctively start swaying just to give him a show, even if you are struggling a little with your wrists still bound together.
You feel completely hyperaware of everything as you gingerly position yourself at the top of the bed with your back resting against the pillows. Your skin feels warm under his gaze, and while he isnât the one touching you, your skin tingles as you gently lift your knees up, keeping them bent as you spread your legs apart for him.
The bed dips as Jimin climbs onto the bed to follow you. His movement is graceful, even as he crawls on the mattress like a predator coming to his prey. The dark look in his eyes distracts you enough to make you miss the item he is carrying in his hands until he kneels back, towering over you with his gaze running down your body.
âGive me your hands.â
You gingerly show him your hands, still tied together at the wrist with the silk slip. With a tug, Jimin releases the bind, freeing your hands together. You draw a gasp as the blood flows through your skin again, drawing a soft chuckle from Jimin as he watches closely at your reaction.
âDonât look so relieved just yet, angel. Iâm taking this off because I have something better to replace it.â He smiles to you, before revealing the bundle in his handâa lengthy silk rope in the colour of red, almost as thick as the hemp rope you saw on the table earlier. âI wonder if taking away your control completely will help you submit easier. Thatâs why I brought this over to help us out.â
Swallowing hard, your skin grows warm at the implication of his words, right as he unravels the thick silk rope. Its length seems sufficient enough for him to have it wrapped around all over your body. To have not only your limbs restricted from any movement, but your entire self, taking away your control.
A complete submission.
Your heart races at a thundering pace, realising that Jimin is about to fulfil your wish. You gently move your body, arching your chest and trying to find comfort as he gets closer. A smile flickers on his face as he watches your reactions, and then it fades when he takes your hands in his.
âDid you know that years ago, when this club first opened for business, this room, specifically, had a different name?â Jimin questions you as he untangles the silk rope right before your eyes. âBack then, this room was called the Bondage Room.â
You lick your lips, doing your best to control your breath, to focus on his words, and not fall under the excitement rising inside your chest.
Jimin continues while he gently stretches out the silk rope until it unravels to its full length, âBut with other, more discreet, and well-extinguished clubs housing Doms and subs, we didnât have as much request from them to use this room, except for the regular Doms who have then become our earliest VIP members and would always come back for more. The smaller Play Rooms were being developed at the same time, and these rooms intrigued more people, so we added this special room as one of the optional Play Rooms to make it lessââa grin appears on his faceââimposing.â
âIntriguing,â you whisper with a hum, your voice coming out small. You clear your throat, hoping that your voice is steady when you speak again, âThatâs quite an intense name for such a room. Butââ You look around the room, only just as much as your position allows you to, and then add, âWell, compared to the rooms Iâve looked up online, I donât think this room isââ
âAdequate enough to earn its name?â He softly chuckles. âOh, these furnitures arenât the only things the club prepared for the room to serve its purpose.â
You raise your eyebrows. âDo they come out of the storage when someone like me, or a client, requests them to? Just likeââ You take a deep breath, then release, your eyes flickering to the rope in his hands. âLike these tools and toys weâre using?â
âOh, theyâre all here. Theyâre always ready to be used,â he muses as he pulls one end of the silk rope with one hand, and uses the other hand to tilt your chin up, drawing your eyes far upwards instead of stopping on his face, âYouâre just not seeing them yet.â
You look up, and sure enough, you see them. Up on the ceiling, there are sets of lattices of steel grids and tracks. The muted flecks of light are reflected against hooks and carabiners tethered to thin girders on the corners of the room. You can even see those same hooks hanging right above your head, spread between the tall pillars rising on each corner of the bed which seem strong enough to hold the entire length of silk ropeâor the hemp rope that Jimin preparedâshould he choose to use them.
âWeâre not playing with these hooks yet,â Jimin explains, as if he knows where your mind is running off to. âYouâll get there one day, once youâve gotten used to it.â
You bite your lips, trying not to get too excited when you hear the implications he is giving you; the chance for more, somewhere in the future.
âHave you, umââ You are not sure how to ask, or if you have any rights to, but your curiosity gets the better of you. âHave you used this room before?â
The smile that Jimin wears on his face deepens. âI was the man they hired to put this room to a test before it was opened for the rest of the guests.â
His answer surprises you, yet it drives your mind spinning, both with anticipation and relief, knowing that you have gotten the perfect partnerâthe perfect masterâto guide you through this whole thing. You immediately start looking at Jimin in a different light when your gaze finds him again, before you are lost in the intensity you see in his eyes when he looks at you.
Jimin lowers his face, holding his gaze on yours as he presses gentle kisses on your fingers, palms, and wrists, soothing the tingles you still feel from the first bind with his lips. His kisses linger right where the silk strip was wrapped around your skin, sending shudders throughout your body.
His gaze, his kisses, and his touch are so enthralling that you cannot look away, distracting you from his other hand as he slowly brings the silk rope around your wrists, starting with one before going to the other.
His fingers are gentle against your skin, and his gaze is soft. He easily takes away any tension you still have in your body when he begins his work. Instead of feeling anxious, you find your body relaxing under his touch, even as your control is being restrained as Jimin ties your wrists together.
Still with his eyes on yours, he finishes and leans down to kiss your wrist again, pressing his lips right on top of the silk rope holding your hands together. Once again, he does the same thing as before, testing the bind and slipping his fingers between the rope and your skin to make sure there is enough space to keep you from getting hurt.
âI need you to tell me everything you are feeling. Everything that goes through your mind. And donât feel scared to use your safewords anytime you need them. Okay, angel?â
Your breath is heavy when you pull it in, but you still manage to answer, âYes, Sir. Okay.â
He smiles. âVery good,â he says, as he pulls the tails from the silk rope and lays the rest of the lengths on either side of you.
âHow are you now? Comfortable?â
âYes,â you breathe out. Your voice fades to a soft gasp as his fingers run gently down the column of your throat, before moving up to your chin. His eyes are slightly dark and hazy as he runs his thumb across your lips.
âIâm going to tie you to the bed to stop you from moving and fighting me. Make sure to loosen up your body and relax. Donât fight me if you donât want to hurt yourself trying. Understand?â
âYes. I understand,â you whisper breathlessly. Your voice is nearly drowned under the sound of your thundering heart as you anticipate his next move.
Another gasp slips out of you as Jimin presses a firm grip on your hips and guides you to slide forward. Settling deeper into the silk pillows, you try not to panic when he presses your palms to his lips, one side and then the other, and then stretches your now restrained arms over your head.
Using one hand, he holds you still in position, while he moves his other hand to gather around the silk rope. You feel a tug as he winds the rope around the bars on the headboard, tethering you to the bed frame so that you wonât be able to move your arms anymore.
He brings the rest of the rope down, wrapping it around your arms, down and under your shoulders. Then he winds it above and under your breasts, framing your soft mounds and giving them a bit of tension. You can feel your skin tightening under the bind, your nipples becoming slightly more sensitive as the blood in your veins seems to gather at those gentle peaks, that even a brush of chill air makes them pucker.
âStill green, angel?â Jimin asks you as he pauses briefly, gauging your reaction.
The sound of your pulsing blood makes it hard for you to think for a moment. But then his words sink in, and you try to test the restrain.
Expecting to feel pain and complete stillness, you are surprised to find that aside from the tension on your wrists and the muscles around your shoulders, you can still find comfort. Your arms may not be able to move, but your chest isnât tight, and your breath isnât restrained, even if every part of your body and your skin has become more responsive to every sensation being delivered to you.
âYes,â you answer him as you test around the restraint one last time before settling back down.
âThatâs good. Now relax.â Jimin then dips, disappearing from sight for a moment as he moves on the bed. You try to swivel your head and twist so you can see him, but once again, your position obscures you from looking around.
âJiminââ You start calling his name, only to feel his hand brushing against your ankle. âIâm not leaving you, angel. You can trust me, canât you?â
Exhaling a sigh, you whisper to him, âIâm sorry for doubting you, Sir.â
You have no idea why you are feeling insecure, to feel anxious whenever he isnât visible. As if you need his presence to feel calm.
The restraints on your upper body make you feel self-conscious, vulnerable, yet liberating at the same time, knowing that the only thing you need to do is surrender. Only that you are still finding it hard to completely surrender your control when you have spent your entire life taking control.
A soft chuckle comes out of Jimin when he hears you. âShhâŠno need to apologise. You are doing very well.â
His praise comes at the same time his gentle fingers begin running down your legs. You see him kneeling between your parted legs when you open your eyes, his fingers drawing circles around your ankles, up to your calves, heading towards your bent knees, yet your bareâand now dampâmound between your thighs becomes his singular focus as he does so. Leaning closer, he makes a humming sound as he appreciates what he sees when he runs his gaze down your body.
âYou are beautiful, angel. Every inch, every curve, as if you are perfectly carved for me,â he murmurs as he bends down, pressing a kiss on the inner sides of your knees.
As his fingers continue to travel up your thighs, followed closely by his gentle lips, your hips begin to move on their own, grinding down, searching for friction that can ease the intense pulsing growing between your legs. You dig your heels into the mattress for leverage as your body twists and swivels, while at the same time, anchoring yourself, knowing that he needs you to keep still.
âPlease,â you whisper, almost desperately, when you feel his mouth gliding across your skin. âIâm not sure if I can hold still.â Especially when you can almost predict what he is up to, the stimulations he has been giving you are still affecting you that you feel like you have gone off balance and have yet to recover.
All it took was to have one taste of his touch, his kiss, and the raw pleasure that he gave you, and your body is already craving for more.
Tiny spasms arise from your core once more as he kisses a trail down the inside of your thigh, causing your legs to tremble. Jimin smiles against your skin when he notices this. He moves his hands to give your thighs a firm grip when you try to close your legs, pinning his head at the center.
âAre you asking me to bind your legs as well?â he teases you with a sly grin on his face. Keeping one hand on your thigh to keep it still, he moves his other hand up to your center, finding your heat.
A moan slips out of you the moment you feel his touch on your damp center. âIâŠI donât know,â you barely manage to answer, unable to think clearly with the way his fingers are gently grazing your folds.
Jimin lets out a soft chuckle and says, âMaybe I should. Just to make sure that you wonât be kicking my face when I get too close. But Iâm enjoying the way you are wriggling with every touch. I want to see how you respond to me, so I wonât be restraining your legs just yet.â
You can barely hear any word he says when his kisses continue to trace a burning trail down one thigh, then going back towards your center. His hands slide to your hips, holding you steady as he dips lower. A brief touch of his lips on your folds draws a gasp from you, and then his tongue slips out, lapping briefly between your slick folds as if he wants to have a taste of you.
The sensation he brings to your body makes you cry out, your body begins shaking, your hips almost rising against his hold, yet he quickly withdraws and starts kissing down the other thigh.
âHow responsive,â he murmurs. You can hear the tremble in his voice, as if looking at you responding to him is affecting him as well. âSo beautiful.â
He pulls back, and you nearly panic when you feel his weight leaving the bed, only to feel it dip on a different side of the mattress. You bite down your sigh of relief knowing that Jimin is still there, but the shuffling sounds you hear next quickly have your curiosity piqued.
âI have something that I think you might enjoy,â he says as he slowly returns to you. âBut obviously, I wonât be making things easy for you.â
His gaze flickers with something wicked as he looks down on you. His smile makes you swallow hard, making you wonder what kind of nefarious thoughts he has for you. âDo you remember what was our last count for your punishment, angel?â
You lick your lips as you try to remember through your hazy thoughts. âUmâŠe-eight?â
âThatâs good. A bit too close to your limit, doesnât it? Try to focus and keep that number in mind,â he says. His words sound cryptic, leaving you to wonder what he is about to do next. âNow, try to relax and stay still.â
Jimin runs one hand down the inside of your thigh, not stopping until he reaches your slick folds, once again touching the center of your heat with his gentle fingers. He slides one finger between your folds, moving it up and down your slit until you can feel your slickness coating him. Then he presses his thumb on your clit, moving it in circles, sending spasms of erotic pleasure through your body and causing you to lift your hips.
Then, all of a sudden, he stops.
With a gasp, you open your eyes, just in time to see him shaking his head while clicking his tongue. âWhat did I say about moving?â
Whining, you press your hips down to the mattress, trying your best to ignore the pulse fluttering in your core. âIâm sorry,â you moan, âI canât control myself.â
Jimin hums softly. âOf course, you can, angel. Just follow my words. So how many do we have now?â
You bite your lips, holding back a moan as you feel his fingers pressing at your folds again. It is hard to focus when his touch feels maddeningly good, filling your head with blissful haze.
âN-nine,â you answer with a whisper, biting back the moan threatening to come out of your lips when Jimin presses his finger back into your slit, pressing at your entrance.
âGood job, angel,â he praises you, before pulling his hand away. âNow, remember to focus on your breath.â
You feel another pressure at your mound. A different kind this time. Instead of his finger, you feel a firm, cool piece of rubber or silicon pressing at your entrance.
Is it a vibrator? You wonder as Jimin continues pressing until the toy slides into your pulsing walls.
Grabbing the silk rope hanging between your wrists and the headboard and pressing your heels into the sheets, you try to find leverage to hold on, stopping your body from moving and wriggling against your restraint. The toy continues to slip deeper inside you, pressing against your sweet spot. You feel a different part of the toy resting against your clit once Jimin stops pressing it, while the rest of the length is perfectly buried inside your throbbing walls.
Nothing is happening yet. But your body has grown so sensitive after all of his teasing and his wicked foreplays, the muscles inside your slick pussy have been throbbing after your initial release, already needing more, that even the subtle pressure you feel coming from the toy feels almost too much for you to handle. With a flick of a finger, Jimin makes sure that the toy is settling nicely inside you, drawing a tiny moan from your lips while your body shudders in your restraints.
âTake a deep breath, angel. Slowly,â he gently guides you, his calm voice penetrating through the fog that has been blinding you, making you realise that you have your breath caught in your throat as you relish the peculiar sensation of being filled with a firm toy inside you.
Taking shallow breaths, you continue until your chest no longer feels constricted. With air in your lungs, everything in you seems to wake up, allowing you to relax, and to feel. âThatâs perfect. Good job, angel.â
His praises keep coming, and your body keeps reacting to it. Your heart always picks up at his encouraging words, and your skin always grows warm. But more importantly, an unusual sensation rises from within, as if each praise he gives only brings your carnal desire back to life instead of soothing it to calm.
âAre you ready, angel? Remember to control your breath. Remember not to move or lift your hips, just surrender and take everything,â he says, his fingers rubbing at your clit, before gliding up and down your parted folds, feeling the area where you are stretched enough to allow the toy to fill you up.
âAnd lastly,â he whispers while leaning down over you as his fingers find the tip of the toy, his lips hovering close to your ear when he says, âRemember that you cannot cum until I tell you to.â
Before you can make sense of what he is asking you, you feel a click, and the vibrator starts buzzing to life. Gasping at the sudden rush of pleasure rising inside, you begin crying, yelping, twisting against your restraint, all while whining, âOh, God. Jimin, IâŠI donât think I canââ A gasp comes through you when the vibrator keeps pressing at your sweet spot as it continues vibrating against your pulsing muscles.
Through the haze of your arousal and pleasure, you are somewhat aware of Jiminâs attention. His gaze never strays away from you, as he focuses on your face, watching the slight arch of your body as you respond to the toyâs impact within your hot core, and mostly, to watch as you keep getting pushed towards your limit and fighting to hold it back.
As he watches your legs twitching, he immediately gives a light touch on the toy, pressing it further inside you, before he begins moving the toy as it vibrates inside you.
In and out the toy slips through your walls. Each vibration feels like itâs growing harder each time it is pressed into your depth, while its girth keeps pushing against your slick walls. And then he ends it by pushing it as deep as it can inside you, pushing until there is nowhere else for it to go, and nothing else for you to feel except for the maddening pleasure it is giving you.
There is no helping you against what happens next.
Everything inside you snaps. Your body rocks at the telltale waves of your climax, your hips moving to respond to each pulse of pleasure you feel fluttering inside your core.
Then his gentle fingers move around the toy, finding your swollen clit and giving it a light pinch. Immediately, you are sent right to the edge. And you are ready for it. Ready to embrace your final release, the orgasm that you feel building inside you, ready to take over.
But just when you rise from the mattress to let yourself fall over to bliss, the vibrator suddenly stops, leaving you panting and hanging right on the edge.
You open your eyes when Jiminâs touch disappears from your body. A slick grin on his face when he teases you, âBad girl. How many does that one make our count, hmmm?â
Your brain feels like a mush that you fail to understand what he means, still annoyed from being denied of your release, until you realiseâ
âAhâŠitâs t-ten.â
Tilting his head, Jimin makes a humming sound that feels like a taunt. âA shame, but thatâs already at our limit, isnât it?â
Slowly, you nod, completely losing your voice this time when the fear of punishment suddenly sinks in.
âShall we try again?â Jimin asks you, âShould I give you one last chance to avoid punishment?â
You lick your lips and force your body to relax. Closing your eyes for a brief moment, you wait until the last spasms of pleasure start to ebb before nodding your head. âYes, Sir,â you whisper to him as you open your eyes, just in time to see his gaze darkening.
You feel the click rather than hear it, and the vibrator buzzes back to life, sending you an overwhelming feeling of pleasure so intense you find yourself on the verge of pain. Already, you are panting, but you try to control your breath, holding on as much as you can to not let yourself get thrown over the edge.
There is no helping it. You can feel it rising; the telltale of your orgasm coiling at the core, building up faster and harder than before. Yet you are ready for it this time. Taking a deep inhale of breath, you focus on breathing, on the tight clutch of your bind as you pull it downwards, and the way your heels are sinking into the silky sheets.
âYouâre doing a good job, angel,â Jimin murmurs as he presses his lips up your inner thigh. He rests one hand on your lower belly, gently pressing down, while you feel his other hand gliding its way up your calve. âLetâs take it another notch and make it fun, shall we?â
The first thing you feel next is a nudge, as Jimin reaches between your legs and gently touches the vibrator. A resounding click is heard before the vibration intensifies. Its sound fills the room, going just as wild as the tremor it spreads through your body.
You let out a cry, which quickly turns into a series of moans as Jimin begins to move the toy in and out of your pussy, sliding it between your throbbing walls to incite various new sensations through your body, while pressing the part which meets your clit to have it nudging against your soft flesh, pushing the waves of pleasure to a whole new level.
âPlease, Jimin. I canâtââ
You can almost hear Jiminâs murmur, yet his voice is drowned under the heightening pulse filling your ears. The vibrator continues to move under Jiminâs guidance for a few more thrusts, then you feel him bending over your center. The next thing you feel is the invading toy settling deep inside your hot walls, the push has it pressing against your sweet spot, and the last restraint holding your hips down vanishes as your body arches up.
You are close. So close. Incoherent noises continue coming out of you while your body is engulfed in the waves of pleasure. You are already coming so close to your release, and now you are hanging by a thread with need. âIâmââ you gasp, feeling it coming, the rise of your orgasm becoming uncontrollable, and you are powerless to stop it. âIââ
And then, once again, everything stops.
Right the second your climax is about to take form, the vibrator shuts down, taking away the rising heat, the intense pulses, breaking everything down while leaving you teetering on the edge. You are panting, your chest heaving as you struggle for air, and not too surprised to find your hips rising from the bed, chasing for that final release with slow, steady rocking.
But the moment you meet Jiminâs eyes, his lips forming a sly grin, you quickly realise what just happened.
âThat was quite a shame. You were doing so well,â Jimin says with a soothing voice, while his gentle fingers are rubbing your hips as he lowers them back on the bed. âHow many does that make our count in total, angel?â
Still gasping for air, and feeling the hum of your denied orgasm lingering in your body, making your skin grow even tighter than before, you find it hard to find your voice. Much less to answer. Then Jimin pulls the vibrator out of you when a gentle tug, causing you to hiss, both at the pressure you feel as it slides against your clenching walls and for the sudden emptiness which follows after.
You can feel your muscles throbbing, contracting, searching for purchase, yet finding nothing to grasp onto.
âAngel? Can you hear me?â
Swallowing a whine, you exhale a shaky breath and answer, âYes.â
âHmmm,â Jimin hums as he slowly crawls over you, his body hovering on top of yours, which helps you notice the tremors still rushing down your body. âDo you recall how many we have now?â
You gasp. âEleven,â you whisper breathlessly as you look into his eyes through the haze of your arousal.
âQuite a good number, but unfortunate that it means weâve gotten past ten,â he whispers with a teasing grin.
âIâm sorry,â you whisper back, only to have him leaning down to kiss the tip of your nose.
You feel his hand rubbing gently on your waist to soothe you. âLike I said, thereâs nothing to apologise for, angel. But you do know what that means, donât you?â
âAre you going to punish me, Sir?â
âMaybe,â he murmurs, with his gaze moving lower, taking in his work as your chest rises and falls under the restraint of the silk rope, âperhaps we can use this to test how much you can truly endure pain.â
His voice sounds almost like a purr as he says this. His eyes linger on your bare breasts for a moment, marvelling at your skin, the puckered mounds, and your hardening nipples.
âI have something else in mind that I want to try with you,â he says once his gaze finds yours again, âOne last thing to try before I make you come. This is something that I very much enjoy, but I need to know if you are down to try it with me.â
âI think Iâd like to learn more,â you answer him before biting your bottom lip. You are feeling too many things at once already, and still curious to see what he has in mind. After going through all his previous treatmentsâhis testsâyou decide it would only be right to continue and see through the end.
âIâm happy to hear that,â he says, sounding proud and relieved, which tells you that you have made the right call.
You wish nothing more but to please him. It is a peculiar feeling, when your reason to come to this club was to seek pleasure, and yet, you find yourself being the one to feel the need to please your beautiful host.
Just like any other sub would to their Doms.
Jimin moves away from the bed, though not completely out of view. But he takes away the warmth that he made you feel with it.
Your body is still on high alert. The remaining spasms of your unbidden bliss are nothing more but a slow, languid pulse in your body, yet they still show no sign of waning anytime soon. You may not be able to see him from this angle, but the quiet lets you know something is about to happen. The clinking sound of a chain moving that you hear as he returns gives you a hint of what comes next.
Needing something to hold on to, something that can help keep you grounded, you entwine your fingers with one another and clench them.
You try to focus on the sounds again, to steal a glance at what he has prepared for you, but he quickly distracts you with his sinful lips.
Positioning himself once again between your legs, he runs his hands up the curves of your body, his lips quickly following close behind as he trails a soothing kiss on your skin. Starting from your hips, to your waist, and then he brushes his lips across the underside of your breasts, following the stretched line of the silk rope binding you there, before continuing his way up the mounds.
âHow lovely,â he murmurs, palming your breasts and squeezing them gently. âAnd so perfect.â
Your chest is filled with warm flutters as Jimin continues cherishing your bare breasts, stroking and pinching them, before he leans down and begins kissing and licking, sucking and biting, taking his time as he gives equal attention to each side. Shocks of pain and pleasure shoot through your body. His eyes flicker to your face, searching for your eyes as he fastens his mouth around one nipple. He flicks his tongue around the flesh and starts sucking on it until the tender bud turns firm.
Your eyes flutter close at the sensation he is making you feel. And then his mouth leaves your skin, hovering close as he blows softly on the hardened nipple for a brief moment, before a searing pain suddenly consumes you.
Your hips buck at the rush of pain, rising from the bed, and you scream as the sensation tears through your body, feeling it going straight down to your pussy. Your eyes fly open and you gaze down, noticing the small clamp attached to your nipple, glimmering in gold under the dim lighting falling over your body.
You bite your tongue when a specific word is threatening to slip out of you. But you force yourself to focus, finding a different word that wonât immediately stop everything, yet would be enough to give you a moment to process this pain.
âYellow!â you gasp as you try to find purchase by tugging at your restrained wrists. âOh my God, yellow. Please.â
âSshh, itâs okay, angel. Weâll slow down,â Jimin whispers to you in a soothing voice. His gentle fingers run down your torso, tracing your skin in a way to soothe you, to distract you from the pain.
Slowly, your cries turn into soft gasps as you try your best to calm down. In reality, you are too overwhelmed with everything; the pain as the clamp bites tightly at your nipple; the shocking pain that is slowly shifting into pleasure as it reaches the depth of your core; and the way your body is humming in response to the myriad of sensations happening all at once.
Jimin slides his hand down between your legs, distracting you from the pain as his fingers slip between your slick folds. You feel him pressing at your entrance, before the tip of his finger pushes forward, teasing you with a touch, only for him to pull back. With his lips hovering over the clamp, Jimin blows slowly at your skin before he crawls up and brushes his lips under your ear.
âBreathe, angel. Iâve chosen the smallest clamp and have it on the lightest setting. I have to attach the other one before we continue so you need to relax.â
You begin to shake your head violently, your arms pulling at the silk binding you to the bed. âNo, not yet. Yellow. Please. Justâjust one moment.â
A deep sigh escapes him as Jimin rises above you. Propping himself on his elbow, he looks into your eyes. âAre you sure?â he asks you with a small smile. âLet me try this one. Weâll get it over with and have both of them on, and if you are still at yellow, I will remove the clamps, will that be okay?â
âY-yes, I think so,â you whisper as you try to make up your mind.
âWe need to be sure, angel.â
You bite your lips, feeling conflicted. You can barely breathe. Your nipple is throbbing under the clamp, yet your clit is pulsing with the same cadence. It feels maddeningly good, and at the same time, confusing.
How could this much pain push you so close to the edge of ecstasy?
But the more you feel it, the more it is making you curious to see what comes next. So you welcome this new sensation, believing that there is pure ecstasy at the end.
And because you trust Jimin with everything you have.
You lift your gaze to Jimin, finding calmness under the heat of his gaze while his hands are moving on your skin in calming circles. The pain is still there, slowly growing dull as Jimin continues to distract you with his touch. And there is also your desire to try everything all at once tonight. To experience everything that he has to offer while you have the chance to delve into it.
With a deep exhale of sigh, you nod your head to Jimin. âOkay, yeah. Iâm ready.â
âWhat a brave girl,â he whispers, and he immediately slips his finger into your pussy. Your muscles spasm around his finger, welcoming him and the delightful sensation that comes with it.
The combination of pain and pleasure nearly overwhelms you. You moan softly while pressing your hips on the mattress to hold back from rocking into Jiminâs hand, to do anything to release the intense pressure gathering inside you. Your toes curl against the sheets when Jiminâs firm lips capture your free nipple, sucking and licking and biting, teasing your soft bud until it grows just as firm as the other.
His fingers join his mouth soon after. Then he starts pinching lightly as his mouth comes off your skin. Seconds later, pain explodes over the sensitive nerve endings as the second clamp clutches on.
This time, though, the pleasure from the steady thrusts of his fingers, combined with the press of his lips on your skin as he trails kisses around your soft flesh and up towards the column of your throat, are helping to distract you from the pain that you are starting to embrace it.
Jimin covers you with his body while you are still processing this. Warm, bare skin and firm muscle are pressed against yours, with his upper chest hovering over the clamps. The small, thin chain connecting the clamps together lay between your breasts. It feels icy cold as the chain digs into your skin under his weight. But his warmth feels so soothing, and you wrap your legs around Jiminâs waist to welcome him in an embrace, desperate to feel him.
All of him.
He makes no move, other than the hands that are still working to light up your senses, and waits until your eyes are wide open before he speaks.
âStill yellow?â
âNnhnââ
Jiminâs chest rumbles with his low chuckle. âTalk to me, angel,â he murmurs, bending down to kiss the tip of your nose, then your chin. âAre you still against the clamp?â
You try to wiggle beneath him, still feeling his fingers buried between your legs, still moving in circles between your folds, between pressing at your entrance and moving around the clit. The pleasure it brings is the only thing your brain can process for now, while the pain seems suppressed, with a constant feeling of a dull ache throbbing with each pulse of your blood rising under his touch.
âThe pain,â you whisper with a gasp, âItâs grown a bit dull.â
âHmmm, does that mean itâs back to green?â
âYes. Iââ Another gasp slips out of you when his fingers return, sliding back into your pussy. Your upper body arches in response and the shot of pleasure snaps the pain on your breasts back in place, which only makes the throbbing in your core intensify. âOh, I feel weird.â
âItâs only natural, and Iâm helping to distract you from the pain, which should help get your mind away from the pain. Donât you think this helps?â he asks as he pushes his fingers deeper inside you.
âMmmhââ you moan, unable to form words. âYes, it does.â You let out a sigh when he presses against the right spots. âIt feels good.â
He makes a soft hum. âI bet it does. But we canât let you have it all just yet, can we?â Jimin teases you with a small grin, âWe havenât gone through your punishments yet.â
Hearing this has you widening your eyes. âBut I thoughtââ
âThat the clamps are your punishment?â he asks you with a playful chuckle. âNo, angel. This is a part of the play. Itâs meant to show you how closely linked together pain and pleasure truly are, and that pain can sometimes show you the immense pleasure that can come with it.â
Your mouth falls open for a brief moment, surprised, but you can quickly understand what he meant when you can feel it; the throbbing pleasure inside your legs that comes in tune with the pulsing pain.
âOh. I see.â
Jiminâs smile widens. âShall we continue?â
Licking your lips, you hold Jiminâs gaze as you nod your head. âYes, please.â
âWe counted until eleven, was it? What do you say about one spanking of that lovely bottom to each violation you made?â
Your breath hitches, but a whisper still manages to slip out of your lips. âYes, Sir.â
Pulling back a few inches away from you, Jimin frees himself from your legs and pulls his fingers out of your heat. You watch him licking his fingers, humming at your taste, before he begins to run his hands down your body. Avoiding your tense breasts and the clamps attached to the peaks, he trails down your waist with his fingers, then your hips, before pulling back his hand as he continues to gently feel your thighs, still bent and trembling at the knees.
âThis time, I really do think it would be better to bind your legs. Ready?â Jimin asks you as he slowly pushes the back of your thighs, coaxing you to lift your legs further upward.
You hold back the urge to fight against it, choosing to watch what he is about to do next as he presses your folded legs almost to your chest with one hand and uses the other to reach and lift the tail end of the silk rope binding you to the bed.
You watch his fingers closely as they work on the rope, and Jimin, realising that you are watching him cautiously, immediately begins to explain, âIâm not going to tie you up too tightly, just getting your pretty legs out of the way.â
His reassurance helps release all the tension in your body. You try to relax against the pillows, just as much as your bind allows you to, before whispering, âOkay.â
Jimin presses your thighs down to keep your legs folded. With gentle hands, Jimin works the silk rope around your legs. He starts by winding one end of the rope around your left thigh, going under and around your folded knee until your leg is tethered to your upper body with your feet dangling over you. He continues to do the same to your right leg, the fabric holding it up the same way as the other.
This should feel awkward, especially when you are made to settle in an odd angle such as this. Yet as you follow his words, making sure to loosen up your muscles instead of straining them and soon find that the bind only makes you feel snug and safe as it settles on your skin.
And the way Jimin works the rope around your body is mesmerising to watch. A part of you wishes that you could watch everything from a different angle so you could appreciate his work, while another part of you is beginning to feel the daunting realisation of your vulnerability now with both your arms and legs bound.
With your feet no longer pressing against the mattress, you have lost the leverage you had to retain any semblance of control. Right now, you feel like you are floating, with many different sensations flowing through your body that you can feel everything all at once; the dull ache spreading through your breasts, the constant pulse building from your now exposed center, and the way his light fingers are hitting every nerve ending in your body once he is done, as he runs his hands down your legs, your thighs, your hips, before stopping there.
âYou are a marvellous sight to look at, angel,â Jimin murmurs softly as he gently runs his palms down your thighs. âI wish I could take a picture of you right now so I can keep this moment in my memory forever.â
Your breath hitches. His praise tastes like honey, while his words are like a spell sending you floating higher in bliss. So high, that you barely notice the move of his fingers as he secures your ankles with the rest of the silk that is wrapped around your upper thighs. Once your legs are perfectly folded above you, spread wide enough for him to slip between them but not enough to make you feel uncomfortable to the point of pain, his work is complete.
âPerfect,â he says as he sits back, marvelling at his work. Marvelling at you. âAbsolutely perfect.â
His fingers trail down your inner thigh. You are not ticklish by any means, but his light touch keeps sending tremors all through your body that you cannot control. At the same time, the delicious ache in your arms and the helpless feeling of not being able to move seem to give you a new thrill, and you become hyperaware of the way his fingers dance on your skin, how his palms are grazing gently down the curves of your hips.
You pull at the silk that binds your hands as he traces his palms down your bottom cheeks, now lifted slightly from the bed with the way your body is folded. He rubs his palms gently on your skin for a moment, then he looks up, finding your eyes. Holding his gaze on yours, he makes it so you cannot look away by giving you a sweet smile, keeping your attention locked on him as he pulls one hand back and lands it back on your skin with a hard slap.
A gasp is drawn out of you when you feel the sting. Tears fill your eyes, yet left with no chance to spill when Jimin immediately rubs his palm against the tender skin, soothing the pain away. âMake sure to keep count, angel. How many was that?â
âHmmm,â your voice fades to a moan as the dull ache once again lights up the pulsing desire between your legs, âO-one, Sir.â
âAnd how many are we supposed to have?â
With a low groan, you answer faintly, âEleven, Sir.â
âGood girl,â he says, as he continues rubbing his palm on your skin, taking the pain away. âNow keep counting. Make sure I can hear your voice so I wonât make a mistake and give you more than what Iâm supposed to.â
Fear grips your chest at the thought of Jimin adding more spanking as punishment, to add more pain, so you quickly nod your head, just in time for his hand to land on the other cheek for another hard slap. âOh, Godââ you gasp, before mustering some will to call out, âT-two.â
Again, Jimin rubs his palm on the stinging pain, soothing it until it becomes dull. Then, while you are getting distracted by his touch, his other hand returns, slapping the underside of your thigh. âThreeââ you call out with a gasp, which quickly turns to a small moan when he rubs the pain away.
âYouâre doing good, angel,â he whispers, and you can almost hear the smile in his voice when your body trembles at how close to your center his fingers are each time he rubs across your skin.
Another slap lands on the other thigh, right at the skin where your plump bottom meets your thigh. Your hips twitch at the sting, and you are too powerless to stop it. Neither are you capable of stopping the heat oozing from your pussy as the pain from his punishment throbs, sending a rapid pulse right to your core.
âFour,â you cry out, almost breathlessly, before you sigh at the soothing touch that follows next.
He repeats the pattern for the next couple of blows, switching from one side to the other, hitting the tender skin of your bottom, before he then moves to the apex of your thighs, always closing in towards your pulsing pussy. And never once do you fail to count his strikes.
âFiveâŠsixâŠsevenâŠâ
The sounds of his palm slapping on your skin bounce against the walls, always followed by the sounds of cries, gasps, and moans when his next touches soothe the burning pain on your skin into dull aches.
âEightâŠNineâŠâ
At this point, your voice has become so hoarse, both from crying and gasping so much, that the sound of your counts keeps fading into whispers. You can barely feel the pain from his strikes, when something else has risen stronger in its place. Jimin lays another strike. The sound rings in your head, but instead of crying in pain, you simply let out a strangled moan.
âTen,â you count with a sigh, amazed at how the throbbing on your punished skin seems to melt together with the dull ache on your breasts.
Jimin smiles, yet says nothing. Not even to warn you before a hard slap lands at your center, right at your slick folds. Your body twitches with the sharp pain, yet pleasure begins scorching through your body soon after. The overwhelming mixture of pain and pleasure goes straight into the deepest part of your pussy that you nearly climax right there and then.
Jimin slips a finger inside you, soothing the shock from his touch with gentle strokes. In and out he moves his finger, and you buck in his grip to feel more. To gain more. Only to have his voice snapping you back from the blissful fog.
âHow many was that, angel?â
âEleven,â you find yourself crying, although your voice suspiciously sounds like a mewl. âThatâs eleven, Sir.â
You let out another, louder moan as Jimin sips his finger out of you and slides his hands underneath your body, cupping your bare and tender bottom and holding you firmly over the mattress. âOpen your eyes for me. Let me look at you,â Jimin says, making you realise too late that you have your eyes closed.
There is a smile on his face when you slowly open your eyes. His own eyes light up with pride.
âYou took your punishment like a good girl,â he gently says. His praise makes you feel warm inside, your heart swelling with pure joy which you cannot possibly explain. Your body is humming with need, intensified by the gentle touch he gives on your tender skin. âI surmise you deserve a reward for doing such a good job, donât you think?â
âMmmm, yes. Yes, Sir. Please,â you whine and beg while your body rocks into his palms, wishing that you could go further, closer to his hot body, to be able to feel his desire pressing on your body.
The need to feel him draws a soft mewl from your lips when you feel Jimin leaning over you, his body positioned between your spread thighs, your bound legs becoming the only things left keeping him from completely covering your body with his.
âI want to see you come. To feel you when you succumb to pleasure,â he murmurs, his voice sounding close, and you can feel his warm breath against your lips when he speaks, âHow should I do it, I wonder?â
Your eyes flicker to his lips just as he does the same to yours. Licking your lips, you hold back your breath. Realising that Jimin is close enough to kiss, you anticipate him claiming your lips the same way he has been claiming your body. You take a sharp inhale of breath when he leans closer, so close you can almost feel his lips touching yours.
And then you feel it, his lips brushing against yours. A gentle, barely-there graze. You pull at your restraint to arch upward, meeting him for that kiss. Only for him to suddenly stop.
Coming still, Jimin jerks his head back and shakes it, as if he hadnât been conscious in his leaning into kissing your lips, and the brief touch of your lips on his immediately snaps him out of it. But he doesnât pull his hand away from the soft, tender skin of your hips. His fingers glide upward, slowly, until you feel them gliding over your slit.
A soft moan slips from your lips, your eyes staying on his lips, still longing to taste him even when he is giving you pleasure with his hand to keep your mind off of it.
âEyes on me, angel,â he commands and you obey without thinking, still lost under his spell to do everything that he desires.
He holds your gaze as he screws one finger into you. It immediately draws a whimper from your lips. Not out of pain, but out of sheer need.
You writhe against the bind holding your wrists together, resisting the urge to grind down and take his finger deeper. Biting your tongue, you focus on the delightful way he is filling you, touching you, teasing you by pushing you close to the edge yet slowing down before you can get there.
Jimin leans his head down until you are connected temple to temple and whispers softly, âAre you okay, angel? Youâve been rather quiet.â
Something about him checking on you brings up the flutterings in your belly that have nothing to do with the raw desire you are feeling from his touch.
Everything about him seems to be in contrast with one another. His voice that doesnât always reflect in his touches, when one becomes gentle while he is firm with the other. Also with his caring way in making sure that you are completely in this moment while he makes you burn from the inside out. And the effect is immediate, as you feel that heat rippling deeply inside you, pushing forward to have it released.
âYeah,â you breathe out, and he presses his thumb roughly on your clit, once again stealing your words.
Jimin tilts his head and laughs softly. âYeahâwhat?â
Swallowing hard, you struggle to find your voice. âYes, Iâm okay,â you answer with a soft whimper, âSir.â
A smile grows on his face. âThatâs good to hear.â He shifts and wedges a second finger inside you.
He begins moving them in and out, curling them like scissors, gliding back and forth between your pulsing walls. You buck your hips, nearly rising from the bed as you rock together with his thrusts.
âOh, God,â you moan softly as the pleasure rocks violently through your body. âPlease, I need to come!â
âNot yet, angel,â he nearly barks his command with how firm his tone of voice sounds to you.
The chain between your breasts is lifted, and he pulls at it just enough to give pressure against your sensitive nipples. Whatever force connected the ache on your nipples to the heat in your pussy shatters you from the inside out. You feel like you are hanging by a thread, your blood flowing hot through every part of your body, pushing against the clamps, the bind, and the muscles contracting in your pussy.
âCome now, angel,â Jimin commands firmly. With one more tug on the chain, he pulls until the clamps detach themselves from your hard nipples, and thatâs when you come apart.
Jiminâs name comes out of your lips in your cry of pleasure. Your body strains against the silk that holds you securely as you come in a blinding climax.
For that moment, you are lost. You are no longer in the room with various instruments meant to fulfil anyoneâs darkest fantasies. You are no longer bound to the bed, to yourself, and instead floating in a dark space that makes you think you are suspended way above the bed, your silk bonds connected not to the bars on the bedâs headrest, but to the ceiling.
It takes a few moments before your mind begins to clear, and you find yourself plunging back down to the room before you get to feel everything again; the bind wrapped all over your body, the bed, and Jiminâs warmth.
But you are still high in bliss, still drowned in the waves of your pleasure that you arenât conscious enough of the movement happening nearby. Needing to pull you back to the present, Jimin rubs your arms, then brushes his lips gently on the tip of your nose, your chin, and then your face, while crooning, â______, come back to me.â
His voice fades in and out, drowned by the sound of your pulsing blood. But his touch draws you out of your fog until you slowly open your eyes. âAre you with me, angel?â
It takes a moment for him to succeed in bringing you back completely, with his kisses pulling you back to him while making you wish even harder that he would kiss your lips before he continues.
âY-yes, Iâm here,â you whisper, still breathless. Your chest is tight with how rapidly your heart is beating in your chest. âWhatââa gasp slips out of youââGod, what was that?â
âThat was what we call being in a headspace. Itâs common to happen once a sub surrenders completely and allows the pleasure to take over.â
Blinking your eyes rapidly, you recall reading such a thing during your research. You never knew that it would be possible for you to feel anything like it. But now that youâve experienced something so intense, you cannot imagine ever thinking that anything else would ever be enough.
Jimin positions himself between your spread legs, his hips resting against your center and his lips hovering on top of yours, once again promising you the kiss that never comes.
âYou responded so well to the clamps, beautiful. So well,â he murmurs against your lips, almost trembling with excitement. âThere is so much I want to show and introduce you to, but so little time.â He continues to murmur as he moves to kiss the tears that you donât realise falling down your cheeks. âDo you want more?â
Your breath gets caught in your throat when you feel his desire poking against your folds, letting you know that he has yet to gain his fill. âY-yes. But I donât think I can.â
âWill you let me try?â Jimin carefully asks you as he caresses your shoulders, his fingers finding the strands of your hair that have grown messy and tangled.
Drained, yet still feeling the desire to feel him inside you, you give him a vague sound of agreement as you nod. With his fingers, Jimin tugs at the silk binding your legs, releasing them so he can lower them back to the bed. He spreads your knees, his gentle palms pressing on your inner thighs to keep you spread open for him. Still riding the high of your orgasm, your body jerks as he slips a finger inside of you.
A soft mewl escapes you as you feel the spasms inside your pussy once again, pushing around his digit this time as he slides in deeper. You almost cry yellow, but then he leans down, and finally, begins pressing his lips on yours to wipe away any apprehension you feel about going forward.
His lips are gentle, and his kiss melts you from the inside and out, drowning the sounds you are making as the kiss draws a different kind of sensation out of your body. With one hand moving in and out of your hot walls, and the other holding you firmly at your hip, you feel like you are going to explode for another reason but the intense pleasure he has promised to give.
âMore,â you breathe against his lips when he releases you from the kiss, his fingers leaving your heat to let you feel your hot walls clenching into nothing. âI need you. Please.â
âIâm here,â he simply whispers. And then his mouth is on yours once again, with his hand tangled in your hair. His body moulds into you as he covers you with his warmth, his hard cock pressing in the notch between your legs.
âIs this what you want?â The head of his cock prods your entrance and you let out a mewl, unable to hold back any sound as the need to have him inside you becomes so intense.
âYes, Sir,â you gasp when he rocks his hips and applies a little more pressure.
âDoes that feel good, baby?â He pushes some strands of stray hair away from your eyes, then gazes down with an intensity in his eyes which heats you up from within.
Your mouth falls open as he gently eases his way inside, parting you with his thickness. âYes,â you manage to answer breathlessly.
âGood. Now take a deep breath, and remember not to cum until I tell you to,â he murmurs, taking your hips with both hands and tipping you upwards to the right angle. Perfect enough to take him without straining you from your restraint too much.
Then, with nothing more but the sound of his soft moan, Jimin drives in deep. So deep that you can barely catch your breath as he fills you. As he moves, he starts kissing you again, his tongue fucking your mouth with the same rhythm as his thick cock.
With a gasp, you welcome the pleasure that comes, while almost wishing that you have some free rein to move on your own instead of being under his control.
Because you cannot get enough.
You nip his lips, kissing back with all youâve got, even to the knowledge that he is for sure going to punish you later for trying to top his dominance. But you need this like you need air to breathe. Like you need water to drink. So you drink him as a whole by kissing him back just as roughly. Passionately. Until a sound comes from his throat and his hips buck forward to push roughly into you.
Your eyes roll back with every thrust. You are half gone with delirium. Almost to a point where you can barely remember your name.
Jiminâs lids droop as he owns his pleasure, embracing it while giving it to you. His fingers tighten to a bruising strength around your hips as he goes faster, pumping harder, rocking every inch of your being while shaking the whole bed with the pace of his fucking.
He pulls you up until your body is half lifted from the bed, and keeps thrusting into you, holding your hips and sinking so deep you start feeling him everywhere.
He sweeps you against him as he claims your mouth with a kiss so fierce it intensifies the heat in your body, nearly sending you over the edge before you are allowed to.
But it really shouldnât be hard for Jimin to send you to another climax in the first place. Your body has grown overly sensitive that each thrust he gives you keeps sending you straight towards the edge.
So you do your best to hold on. To follow his command. To hold back before he gives you permission to release it. Until it finally comes.
But it never comes.
Instead, he holds back, coming to a pause as he pulls your body to his chest. You can feel that he has yet to find release even while he keeps giving you pleasure, and from the tremble you feel coming out of his chest, you know that he needs it. But instead of chasing it, he pulls out of you and flips you over. Making you face the headboard as he pulls your hips back and enters you from behind.
In this position, he drives even deeper. His hips snap and thrust, throwing you forward with his force. The bind around your hands is now twisted and tightens fiercely around your wrists. You use it to pull yourself and brace your arms forward, holding onto the headrest to keep from flying into the wall. His hold on your waist might be strong, but the force of his thrusts against your body while you are bound and helpless makes you feel like you are flying.
As if your body is defying gravity.
âJiminââ His name slips from your lips with a gasp. The words you wish to say to him hang at the tip of your tongue, yet your mind is too muddled to figure out what you want to say to him. Because it feels too much; the pleasure, the intense way he is claiming your body. But at the same time, you wish to beg him to let you find your release. To have more.
âMoreâŠâ You start begging him, âHarder.â
Jimin grips one side of your hips and grabs a fistful of your hair as he slams into you. The moan that comes out of your mouth is sharp and sudden, drawn by the feeling of him filling you with his hard length.
You feel him leaning down against your back, his lips brushing at your ear with rushed breaths coming out of him. The hand that settles on your hip moves lower, finding your center before the tips of his fingers find your swollen clit. The touch is brief, yet it sends sparks of lightning under your eyelids when the pleasure peaks.
âIs this what you need, angel?â Jimin asks you between his thrusts without missing his steady rhythm.
âYes,â you cry out, âYes, Sir!â
Seeingâand feelingâ the way your body welcomes him, Jimin repeats the action and presses against your clit, rubbing it in circles. You shudder as he fills you, as his thrusts continue relentlessly, and the satisfaction he brings sends your body almost to its limit. He gives four quick pumps, then another hard, deep one, pushing at the right spots, and you feel the telltale of your orgasm teasing at the seam.
Jimin releases your hair and palms your hips to drill deeper, his hips keep smacking against your bottom as he pumps in and out.
You hang your head and let out a whimper. The need to savour this raw pleasure has grown so strong, but your body has gone through multiple climaxes that you are not sure if you can last much longer.
The pleasure grows intense, making you dizzy with lust, with raw desire. It comes with a shudder that Jimin relishes as he reaches down, pressing his thumb at your rear opening until you feel him slipping in. A sharp cry slips out of your throat, to the point that you are nearly choking when each firm thrust he gives keeps pushing the air out of your chest.
âNot yet,â he warns with a growl when he feels the spasm of your climax building up.
âPlease. Oh God, please, Jimin,â you find yourself begging, though your mind is muddled with the need for release that you are not even completely aware of the words that keep shamelessly spilling out of your lips with your desperate plea. âPlease, more. Harder. Please, Sir. Oh, GodâI need to come.â
Jiminâs thrusts grow more erratic, yet he is still going hard. âNot yet, angel,â he says with a strained voice, almost as if he is speaking with his jaw clenched tight.
He slams into you, hard, nearly pushing you forward. You are not sure if you can keep your arms up for much longer. The numbness keeps growing as your body continues getting ravished. He seems to notice you losing balance, because he pulls his hand away from your rear and smoothly wraps one strong arm around your waist to help hold you up instead of falling face-first into the pillows. This brings him closer to you, his bare chest pressing to your back, and the thrusts feel deeper even without as much force.
It feels so good, it makes you even more delirious. You feel as if you are soaring, as the rightness of being taken completely by him brings you to a new level of pleasure. You have already found how easy it is to be vulnerable with him, to let down your barriers and let him lead, so you can easily give your pleasure to him.
A curse slips out of his lips as his grip on you tightens further. His breath becomes heavier, you can hear and feel it with each in and out. You can feel his thighs shaking against yours, showing you that you are not the only one hanging on the edge of release.
He lets out a deep groan and thrusts deeply, moving in and out, in and up, almost lifting you from the bed, your knees rising with the force of his lovemaking. He pulls you up and back against his chest as he straightens back up and taps your clit with his fingers in rapid succession.
And this almost does you in. With a gasp, you cry out to him, âN-no, I canâtâI canât hold on.â
To your relief, Jimin whispers to your ear, âReady to come, angel?â
He moves his hand up from your waist to cup your breast. His fingers find your nipple and pinch, bringing back the pain which the clamps had ignited on your skin, while he presses hard against your clit to set you off.
You arch at the mix of pain and pleasure. Thrusting your breasts onto his hand, a hoarse cry escapes your lips. âJ-jimin,â you call his name with a gasp.
âYes,â he murmurs. âTake it, angel. Take it all.â
He groans as he bites out his command, âLet yourself go, angel. Let me feel you come around my cock.â
With his words, you let go.
You let out another cry as your inner muscles begin spasming intensely with the wave of your orgasm. You nearly flip backwards, your head hitting his shoulder as your body convulses in your climax. Your pussy clamps down on his cock, squeezing and pulsing around his thick length.
âThatâs it, angel,â Jimin murmurs in your ear. âYour pussy feels so good around me.â
He nuzzles your neck, pressing kisses there. Beyond the blissful fog, and the stars filling your eyelids, you can still feel him; rocking gently from behind you, prolonging the waves of pleasure rushing through your body while he waits for you to ride out your high.
His cock is still rock hard inside you, rubbing your insides in a delicate manner which feels intoxicating, thrilling, and overwhelming at the same time.
âHow are you, angel? Still with me?â he whispers to you while you are still riding your high, still rocking your hips against his, savouring the delectable hum of your orgasm with him buried inside you. He keeps giving you slow, languid thrusts while he waits for your response.
âHmmmâyesâŠâ
Jimin lets out a chuckle as he leans down, taking your ear between his teeth for a light bite. âYou donât think weâre done yet, do you?â
Your hips jerk when he pushes deeper into your tight walls, his hard cock pressing into your heat. âBut itâs too much,â you gasp, your body growing rigid with how sensitive you have become.
âJust one more, angel. Give me one more,â Jimin murmurs against your skin as he begins rocking his hips again, stirring back the pleasure that has yet to come down completely, dulling the ache and the soreness when your body easily complies, quickly adjusting to this new high. âYou can do it. I know you can.â
It feels delicious. Delectable. Too much and not enough at once. You are flying so flipping high, drunk in pleasure, drunk on him, on every drop of need and desire that he has somehow woken in your body and soul.
âFuck, yes. Arch that back for me, angel.â He drags a palm down your spine and lays a light slap on the side of your bottom cheek.
And you arch for him, doing it just as he asks of you.
His breath grows heavy. His movements start getting jerky, and a bit too rough. Not for your pussy, as the pulse of desire only seems to be getting stronger, but for your back and shoulders, your body getting drained and used up from all the strenuous movements.
Before you can say anything about it, Jimin shifts, leaning forward and laying his torso over your back. He reaches forward, bracing one hand on the bars right next to where your hand is keeping a tight grip to hold on. His other hand moves back to your breast, pinching your nipple, rolling it between his fingers and tugging just like he did with the other.
Moans after moans keep slipping out of you. He sees this as a sign that you are high in pleasure instead of pain, so he strokes his hand down the plane of your stomach and finds your clit again.
A shudder rocks through your body, and he bites your ear right before that shudder turns into something more. âNot until I tell you, angel.â
With a gasp, everything stops. You fall quiet and listen. You have learned to wait, to follow his pace as he comes almost to a complete pause to let the spasms of your climax fade.
âDo you understand? You donât come until I say you do.â
His voice in your ear seems deeper, and it flips some kind of switch in you. Your pussy contracts, but not enough to push you over to the edge. Your toes are curling beneath you, feeling the anticipation strengthening the pleasure that keeps building, and building.
Jimin pulls you back and suddenly flips you over. You are now facing him, with your back down on the bed, yet your hips are lifted until they are resting over his thighs as he enters you again.
âI want to look at your face when you come for one last time,â he says, as he curls his hands around the tops of your thighs, wrapping them around to grip your ass and pulling you back and forth over his cock.
You find yourself back in a state of delirium, feeling ecstatic with the way he is handling you with his skilled hands. You know better than to fight it, realising that this is what you need. So you simply submit to the sensations building inside you, letting go of any inhibitions left in you so you can take everything that Jimin is giving you.
âThatâs it. Look at me, baby. Just like that.â
You are feeling euphoric with intense pleasure, but it doesnât stop you from basking in the heat of his gaze. He moves his fingers around your clit in circles, then switches, as he slides his hand under your ass and parts your cheeks. When you feel him tapping your pucker rim with a finger, you are completely lost.
âNow, angel. Come for me.â
The guttural tone of his voice sounds just as urgent as the desire peaking through your body. For the last time, you shatter completely, your hips snapping up and down as the release uncoils faster than a whip snapping in the wind.
The wave of your orgasm hits you intensely, stronger and bigger than the last. You let out a scream, the sound coming louder as he squeezes your nipples, hard, bringing back the same pain that he caused you with the clamps, only with his hands, all while he keeps pushing and rubbing his cock hard inside you.
While you shatter in pieces in your release, Jimin puts you back together when you feel him pulsing inside you. With a strangled gasp and a rough groan, Jimin succumbs to his release. You feel his warmth filling you up, some drops of his cum escaping with each slow thrust he is giving you before he finally comes to a complete halt.
âMarvellous,â Jimin murmurs, a smile playing at the corner of his lips as he tries to catch his breath. âYou are marvellous, angel. Way better than I could ever imagine.â
Then his lips find yours again, taking you in a deep, lingering kiss. It makes you forget for a moment where you are, and that you are still bound to the bedâto himâwhen the heat in your body sizzles to warm. Right at that moment, as your tongue dances against his, you finally understand the reason why Jimin had tried his best to avoid kissing your lips at the beginning of your playtime.
The kiss feels sensual, too intimate, that you melt into him for a reason which has nothing to do with the intense play he had just introduced you to.
It feels too intimate for a kiss to be shared in a place like this.
And yet you do nothing to stop it. Instead, you let him pull you tighter into his chest as he kisses you deeper, until the bind, the club, and everything else around you cease to matter.
You feel drowsy, tired and spent, yet filled with content, that you can feel yourself slowly falling asleep.
It doesnât help that Jiminâs soothing touch keeps making your body feel more lax, that you wish for nothing more than to lie back down on the bed. Sweats and other essences left behind on those fancy silk sheets from your playtime be damn.
But you also have no wish to pull away from his warmth that feels so comforting, enveloping you in a way that makes you want to curl up and doze off until you are ready to step away from this invisible bubble of yours.
Right now, you just want to savour this moment. Because thisâŠ
This is why you keep coming back, searching for such pleasure by opening yourself up to your darkest desire.
Itâs the calm that comes after the heated moment that you just shared with a partner who desired the same thing you did by coming to this place. A place where your reality no longer matters. The contentment and peacefulness that come over you once the heat slowly subsides.
This is when your mind clears. When your mind can rationalise everything that has been going on in your life without your anxiety blinding you. When you can stop feeling as if you have no control over your life.
Submitting control to someone elseâs hands is never meant to make you feel powerless. Itâs always meant to be the opposite, as even in complete submission, when you are met with the right Dom as your partner, you are the one to hold the control. And there is nothing more fulfilling than finding pleasure at the end as your reward. To feel even more powerful when you can finally take back your control when your playtime is over.
That was the very reason why you requested to have this kind of treatment for this session. What started as a deep curiosity about the dynamic has grown into a desire which you secretly harboured to experience. And after weeks of having your life spiralling out of control, you saw this moment as a chance to test the theories youâve learned about submitting to pleasure.
You never expected to find yourself reaching something as divine as being in a headspace, where everything felt so serene that you simply forgot everything. And you certainly didnât expect to also experience something like this; the gentle, caring touch that comes afterward as Jimin eases you back into reality.
To be taken care of and spoiled and praised after you allow yourself to be taken over by lust.
Taking a deep breath, the soft floral scent of freesia mixed with a sweet, fruity fragrance fills your chest. It makes you smile as you breathe it in.
When you first entered the room, the air was thick with rich, aromatic trails of burning incense. The typical scents that have always been spread within the exclusive rooms in the club to set the perfect ambience for the guests as they enjoy their night in this place. This room, specifically, was filled with earthy sandalwood, mingling with the sweet floral touch of jasmine and fresh lemongrass.
Merely moments ago, those delicate scents were replaced by the heady scents of sex and sweat, which had grown so thick after your intense playtime with Jimin. The scents that are still present in your skin, albeit faintly, under the scent of body wash clinging to your skin after the warm bath that Jimin had given you once he was done with you.
As you lean into Jiminâs chest and the comforting touch of his fingers, you can still feel everything; the warm water from the bath which soothed your sore muscles; the calming scent of the soap which Jimin lathered on your body; and the gentle way Jimin took care of you through it all.
Just like how he gave you light massages to ease the numbing ache on your arms and wrists after releasing you from the ropes, he is still rubbing your skin, easing the soreness left behind from the bondage.
âI think,â you hum softly the moment you feel his lips pressing on your wrist, âIf you keep rubbing and kissing my skin like this, I might just fall asleep right here.â
This causes Jimin to laugh. His voice is velvety and soft that it feels like a warm blanket that makes you want to sink further into his embrace.
As you move in his lap, the front of your robe falls just enough to expose parts of your breasts once again, and you make no move to fix it. It doesnât do much to steal away the warmth you feel in your body. Not when his hands are doing just enough to make up for it.
Jiminâs gaze follows the fallen fabric, and a distaste look appears through his eyes. Not at the sight of skin, but at the way the robe seems to be blocking his view. Even if he was the one who had dressed you in the robe once he was done cleaning you up in the bath.
Clinging to his robe that is now secured in place, you look up to tease him, âAre you thinking about stripping me down again, Sir?â
With a light chuckle, Jimin shakes his head. âI wish I could, angel. But youâve given me more than enough already. Iâm not sure youâll be able to give more.â
His lips are soft as they move slowly against yours, coaxing your lips open and delving inside to taste you for one last time. His hands grip your hips and wind their way up to your waist, doing it slowly, as if you are just as delicate as the silky robe now covering your skin.
âEverything okay, angel?â Jiminâs voice is soft, just enough to push through the newly blissful fog rising in your head. The rumbling in his chest nearly sounds like a purr, and you find yourself wanting so badly to lean deeper into it.
âYes,â you answer with a content sigh. âEverythingâs just marvellous.â
Jimin lets out a soft hum as he kisses the top of your head. âI couldnât agree more.â He leans back and tilts your chin up until you are looking up at him. âThis was much better than I ever could imagine. Thank you for giving me this opportunity,â he says while looking deep into your eyes, and you can almost swear you feel the insides of your chest turning into jelly.
âI should be the one to thank you.â
The smile on his face softens. âItâs quite unfortunate, but I suppose this marks the end of our playtime.â
âBummer,â you tease him with a playful pout, though your comment doesnât have a bite or bitterness to it, even if you do feel the disappointment of knowing that your time is up.
Kissing your pouting lips, Jimin takes your hand and helps you rise to your feet. He waits until you are no longer swaying before he lets you go, but not before guiding you towards your door.
âDo you need my help?â he offers one last time right as you reach out to press the button to open the door. Still feeling reluctant to do so, you hold back as much as you can, for as long as you are allowed to, just to stay like this with him for a bit longer.
Looking at his face again, knowing well enough that the next time you meet him, there will be a mask shielding his beautiful face from view, you commit every detail of him in your memory.
âNo, I think Iâll manage,â you answer him once you feel like you have enough control to tame the buzzing in your body.
Jimin looks at you with the same gaze he had during playtime, before he nods, and that look fades. When he opens his eyes again, he straightens himself up the way he always does when he is acting as the host for the club, already shedding his masterâs role to put on his original role as your host, even without his suit on.
âThe car for your ride home will be waiting for you downstairs once you are ready to leave,â he gently says, though with the familiar tone that he uses when he is setting up your arrangement with the club. It stings a little to hear it, yet it also helps you to slowly prepare yourself to return to the real world.
âUntil we see again,â Jimin adds, and you immediately stop him before he can turn away.
âThis special offerââ you hesitantly ask, âIs it a one-time thing?â
Jimin doesnât answer you right away. But there is a glint in his eyes which seems to speak a thousand words before he speaks. It is the same look that he gave you when he made the offer to be your master. âWhenever you are ready to set up your next appointment, let your host know that you are requesting for your preceding master.â
A flutter of a smile grows on your face. âIâll make sure to remember.â
He watches you press the button at your door to open it, yet you remain in your position to watch him go as Jimin turns away to the other side of the room. Without taking another glance over his shoulder, Jimin presses the button to open the door to his side of the wall and steps out of the bedroom.
And then he is gone.
â Jiminâ
âI heard that you recently made use of the Bondage Room again. Is that true?â
The day is still quite early for Club La Rouge to be filled with its regular patrons. But the VIP lounge already has some guests unwinding to end the day. Some with drinks in their hands, some enjoying imported cigars while sharing light conversations with their peers and sponsors, while others are simply here to fill their time of leisure before diving into the clubâs evening bustle.
Sitting in front of Jimin is not just a regular VIP guest of the club.
Kim Seokjin is one of the owners of Club La Rouge and the head representative who deals with the clubâs activities and patrons directly. He is also Jiminâs employer. The same person who first brought Jimin to be a part of the club years ago.
Jimin had already expected that at least one of the owners would catch wind about him entering the special Play Room not as a host, but as a willing participant. He should have expected that person to be Seokjin, who is always so strict in keeping up with all the happenings in the club, whether it is something that involves the club members, his co-owners, or his favoured staff.
âYes, I have,â Jimin admits as he sits back on his loveseat, meeting Seokjinâs eyes. âIâm surprised it took you this long to bring this up. Itâs been a few weeks since it happened, after all.â
Seokjin gives him a smile in return. âYou and I both have been quite busy with the new development for the club, so I havenât thought about bringing it up,â he admits after placing his cup of tea down on the table between them. âHow did it feel to be back into it again? I know that you havenât been active in the BDSM club scenes for a while. I havenât heard of you coming to other clubs to find a sub or spend any night with the clubâs escort for a play for weeks.â
Jimin canât resist the laughter coming out of him. Itâs typical for Seokjin to be so blunt in bringing up his past endeavours in the middle of a conversation. He isnât wrong, after all.
For a long time, Jimin has always been familiar with the BDSM scene, even long before he became involved with Club La Rouge. He had spent many nights frequenting the BDSM club scenes in the city to look for the perfect sub to play with, yet never once could he find the desirable release that he was searching for.
When he first met the owners of Club La Rouge years ago, he knew that he had finally found the perfect place for him to satiate his desire.
Just like what he shared with you that night, Jimin was first brought in to test out the new sex rooms before they were publicly launched for the clubâs members. Specifically the Bondage Room and the smaller Play Rooms that were built to complement it. He even helped with the design, the main concept, and provided lists of instruments and items that the club needed to create the perfect space for its patrons to live out their fantasies to the fullest.
All thanks to his past experience and knowledge of the sex scenes that most of the owners were still considered novices at the time.
He remained in the club after the initial development as a full host in exchange for good pay each month and free access to any of the clubâs benefitsâas long as he followed the clubâs main rules as many others were required to. The arrangement had worked perfectly for Jimin. For a time, he felt that his involvement with the club was enough to satiate his needs that he would only visit the other BDSM clubs whenever he needed a change of settings.
It all changed the night he took the role of your master, when he finally got a taste of you and your complete submission.
âIâd have to say that it was quiteââ Jimin mulls over for a moment to find the right word, âLiberating.â
Seokjinâs lips rise to a grin. âQuite the choice of word,â he says, âI suppose she was worth changing your own rules and boundaries, then?â
Jimin resists a groan. Despite all the restricting rules that the club has set for its staff, it was his own boundaries that prevented him from even considering involving himself with a club member. Specifically, a member that he is fully responsible for.
He did change a lot of things that night. Crossed many boundaries. Risk his own connection with the club.
All for you.
Was it truly worth it? He wonders with a side grin on his face. Yes, absolutely. Even with the consequences that followed.
Days have continued to pass by since then, and have quickly turned into weeks. Yet the night Jimin spent with you in the Play Room remains in his memory so vividly that he can almost relive it each time he closes his eyes.
He can still feel the touch of your skin at the tips of his fingers, and breathe your delicate scent through the heady scents of the clubâs signature fragrance that he has gotten accustomed to after working in this place for so long. Oftentimes, all he simply needs to do is reminisce a small part of that night, and he would be able to hear the sounds of your voice that came out of your lips when he pleasured you.
It has messed with his mind so badly that he hasnât been able to return to the club scenes nor has he been able to enjoy them as much as he used to when he eventually did try to venture into other clubs and find a new sub.
At the same time, it has left him waiting. Anticipating. For him to feel a deep craving of raw and unbidden pleasure that only you could fulfil. It has been a while since he last felt this way.
âFor now, itâs worth more than anything,â Jimin admits, surprising himself to feel this way. It must be quite surprising for Seokjin as well, as the man immediately laughs.
âI wonder if she thinks the same. Do you think sheâll come back to request another chance?â
Jimin raises his eyebrows. âArenât you going to scold me? Put me on a timeout for fraternising with an exclusive member?â
Seokjin lets out a scoff. âAs one of the earliest hosts who helped run the club from the ground up, you have privileges that no other hosts have. Iâm only surprised it took you this long to find someone youâd risk everything to,â Seokjin says with a teasing grin. âSo? Is this going to be just a one-time thing, or has she decided to try a new master now that youâve crossed one of her checklists?â
âWell,â Jimin clenches his jaw at the thought of you giving control to a different master, until he recalls your last words before he left the room that night.
âThis special offer. Is it a one-time thing?â
Jimin eases back in his seat, no longer feeling tense, knowing that you had at least harboured a desire to repeat that night should the chance be given to you. Even if itâs nothing more but a small wish. âShe hasnât revoked her membership since that night, so I think we can expect her to return.â
He can only hope that you havenât decided to change to a new host for your next session, so he can be prepared for whatever kind of arrangement you will be making when you return.
Weeks have passed since that night and you have yet to make any arrangements with the club for a new session. It shouldnât be a surprise, since it was one of your patterns to wait a few weeks between booking a session with the club before Jimin gifted you the new privilege that you now have.
But it doesnât stop him from expecting news from you each time he sits down at his office to arrange different sessions for other club members that he is hosting. He tries not to think too much about it when he returns to his office this evening to open up the clubâs schedule.
This week has been slow for the club, presumably due to the fact that most of the VIP members in his quota had recently joined the latest club event that was held at the end of the year. Jimin is in the middle of updating the members list to prepare for the start of the new year when a notification arrives on his system. He doesnât think much of it when he opens his tablet to check the incoming email, until he sees the content and hope blooms for him.
As if fate is on his side tonight, your name appears on his screen.
He quickly skims through your email, reading through the reservation that you had just sent in for your future session which is set for the weekend. His smile grows wider as he reads the detailed specifications that you have added in your email, until he reaches the end, nearly leaping out of his seat to shout and celebrate when your message says,
âRequest inquiries for one private session. Choice of accommodation: The Play Room. Special theme request: Complete Submission. Specifications: Bondage. Role play. Blindfold. Open for pain and punishments. Choice of partner: Request for the Preceding Master.â
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When they have a crush



Pairing: ot7 BTS Ă Gn!reader (individually)
Genre: headcanon, fluff
Request: types of dumb or random things bts members will do while they are crushing on someone and wants their attention?
Warnings: mentions of food at jin's
A/n: I feel like I'm getting better at making the layout of these posts :)
Jin
âThis man ain't even trying to bring out his boyfriend material
âHe's going for the husband material
âCooks for you quite a lot
âAlways bringing you some lunch or just a few baked goodies (and never allowing the boys to eat it beforehand)
âRuns errands with you because he "has nothing better to do" when in reality he's just desperate to be with you for a while
âHe even has "cleaning dates" with youđ
âI see him to be a huge fan of domesticity ngl
âSo if there's anything he can do to bring out this side in your relationship, even if you're only on the friendship stage yet, you can bet that's what he's gonna do
âAnd he 100% expects your friends to make the "you seem like an old married couple" jokes because !!
âThat's precisely his goal!!
âOnce he gets to know your family, he even wants your family to be expecting the day you'll both start to date
âJin is just the definition of husband material and he knows it, that's how he tries to make you look at him
Suga
âStick to the end and hear me out
âJokes
âI know how that sounds but I promise you it makes senseđ
âYoongi is the typa guy to be effortlessly (and questionably) funny
âLike that one time the staff said "whoever has the ball wins" and he replied with "then we are all winners"
âHowever !
âHe keeps on doing those jokes like he'd always do
âBut now he unconsciously looks at your direction
âWould you laugh? Would you find it weird? Did you even pay attention?
âIf, after developing this crush of him, he notices that you actually laugh at his jokes
âYou can be sure he'll do them a lot
âBut it's so subtle you don't even notice he's doing it to make you laugh/have your attention
âHowever, he does pay attention to you quite a lot so he can always be the first one to notice your smile growing
J-hope
âEndless excuses to see you
âHe will purposely "forget" his things at your place just so he can go back there (and forget some more things)
âIt's an infinite cycle
âSometimes he will accidentally leave his sweatshirts with you
âAnd then he'll be like "could you give it back to me? We can go to that restaurant I was telling you about and then you can give it to me"
âBut then he will tell you that the night is cold so it's okay if you want to wear his sweatshirt while you're both out
âAnd then he also forgets to take it back
âWow who would ever imagine this could happen
âSo now you both need to see each other again because he really wants that sweatshirt
âBro is still trying to grow the courage to properly ask you out
âSo even if you do catch up on his small antics, please engage on it
âHe just needs a little bit of impulse đ
Namjoon
âWhenever he wants your attention, he starts to talk
âAnd with that I mean he TALKS
âWon't shut up for a second
âAnd he won't even make sense, bro is talking about the dumbest and more random things you could ever imagine
â "I wouldn't want to live in mars, it sounds depressing. Neptune sounds cool though, don't you think?"
âLike?? How do you want me to answer to that hunđ
âBut it's kinda sweet because he becomes a professional yapper to gain your attention, but once he gets it he let's you do all the talking
âHe didn't really want to talk, he just wanted you to be there with him
âSo you can talk all you want, he will pay attention to every single word with a little smile on his face
Jimin
âDeadass stares at you
âNot in a creepy way tho, just in a "please look at me I really want your attention right now"
âAnd will keep on staring at you until you give in
âHeavy on physical touch as well
âAt this stage of your relationship, everything is friendly of course
âBecause he is scared of letting you know he's in love with youđ even if that's pretty much the whole point
âHowever
âHe still craves a lot of your touch
âHugs all the time, holds and plays with your hand, the same goes to your hair...
âSometimes you can't even go somewhere without him following you like a shadow
âTrust me, if he wants your attention he will find a way to have it
Taehyung
âHe will ask for it
âLike, literally
âI see him as a very straightforward person so he'll just be like "y/n pay attention to me"
âMultiple times, until you actually do stop whatever you were doing and look at him
âAnd his reaction will be like đ
âI see him doing this slightly more subtly when he's trying to get your attention from someone else
âIf he feels you're talking to Jin, for example, for a very long while now, he won't hesitate on sitting next to you
âAnd kinda throwing himself on top of you
âlmao scratch what I said, that's not subtle at all
âBut at least he doesn't say what he wants from you out loud ig
Jungkook
âYou think this man is competitive?
âThat's because you haven't seen him trying to impress you
âAre you watching the dance practice? You can bet that Jungkook is giving 3 times his all
âAre you watching the recording? Bro becomes Mariah Carey in two seconds
âThe boys' biggest fear is when they are playing basketball or something like that and you're watching it
âThey KNOW they are going to lose
âIt can be a 6Ă1, nothing is stopping him from impressing you like that
âBut if you're the one playing against him? He's probably gonna win the match no matter what, but he's going to be extremely soft at least!
âPlease do compliment him on how he was, he needs to know it was worth itđ
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Jimin Fic Recommendations
a - angst f - fluff s - smut
One Shots
I want to be with you (a s f) by @oddinary4bts âčââ 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?
Ho-Ho-Home (a s f) by @jjungkookislife âčââ Golden neighbor extraordinaire, Park Jimin, is (unintentionally) stealing your spotlight this holiday season. Despite your one sided rivalry with him, all Jimin wants is for you to remember him, to remember your past and hopefully create a future with you.
Into the wilderness (a f) by @gukyi âčââ alright, so last summerâs camp was... disastrous. from the murky green showers to the wasps nests, it was all-around a bad time. but none of those things could be quite as catastrophic as the end-of-camp counselor campfire, when you told park jimin that you were in love with him. and if telling him was terrible, then seeing him again this summer, one year after your fruitless confession, just might be the death of you.
The Boyfriend Concept (f s) by @kpopfanfictrash âčââ Win a Date with a Porn Star! You saw the sign when you walked in, of course, but you had no idea your friend dropped your name into the raffle. Fast-forward to later that day, when you actually win. You are horrified, of course, with no intention of accepting and setting yourself up for embarrassment. But then you meet Jimin, and decide this might be worth a shot.
wanna watch a sex tape (s) (ft. taehyung) by @gimmethatagustd âčââ When Taehyung invited you over to watch a movie, you didnât think the movie he had in mind would be your sex tape⊠And you definitely didnât think his roommate would want to watch, too.
feel your touch (a f s) by @jimilter âčââ You have always known yourself to be a sexual switch in bed, flipping between exercising and submitting control according to different situations and partners. And this camboy you are addicted to, one that seems to kinda reciprocate your interest, submits so beautifully that you just want to command him. But when things progress to levels you never anticipated, you end up discovering pleasant surprises that might just change your life.
physical (s) by @ppersonna âčââ you cant seem to escape the sexy fitness instructor that seemingly is everywhere you turn. itâs enough to make you irrational.
#bts#bts x reader#bts fic recs#bts smut#bts fluff#bts angst#park jimin#park jimin x reader#park jimin fic recs#park jimin smut#park jimin fluff#park jimin angst#jimin x reader#jimin fic recs#jimin fluff#jimin angst#jimin smut
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If Snow Decides to Fall
PJM x Reader
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What started as a casual hookup with Park Jimin blossomed into something that resembled a real relationship. Just as you were beginning to discover what this could be, an impassioned and impulsive decision unveils a life-altering consequence.
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Genres: Idol AU, Established Relationship, Unplanned Pregnancy
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Chapter Index:
"I think we could do it, baby."
âHi, you.â
âI hear you now.â
âI need the truth.â
"No more simple."
âGive them time.â
âSomething to celebrate.â
"Bumps in the road.â
#jimin x reader#idol au#bts#angst#fanfic#jimin#park jimin#romance#bts fanfic#jimin smut#bts fic#pregnancy#smut#bts smut#established rp#jimin fluff#fluff#jimin angst
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BTS Reaction: Breakfast in Bed

Anonie said: Sibiuuu I'm back đđđ thank you so much for all the other reactions, I'm so happy yippiee đ neow listen kween đđŸđđŸ Bangtan's reaction to getting breakfast in bed? I just think it would be so fluffy and sweet đđŸđđŸ
Genre: Fluff
Gender: not-specified
Wordcount: 3k
a/n: anonie my love! this is exactly the kind of content I lose my shit over gaaah i LOVE!! this got so insanely fluffy and romantic i'm so happy but also omgmgm listen đ the thought of having a lover? and surprising them with breakfast in bed? i cry because it's not my reality đ

Namjoon
CW: hinted ânight afterâ trope, bsf2l!AU
This is the first time he stays at your place. You and he arenât new per say. As a matter for fact, you were best friends before you became more. Namjoon always said that friends canât become lovers until he fell for you. Namjoon was also at your place before, many times actually, but he never slept over. Especially not as your boyfriend. After a, well, after a very nice night.
He traces the spots you touched last night, reminiscing with closed eyes how it was to be with you. Namjoon always thought that love making was only thing of movies. Sex stems from humans and humans are too flawed the create something as innocent as love making. Then he laid with you and felt your breath against his neck and Namjoon finally got it.
He opens his eyes before his racing heart can overwhelm him. He sits up.
âHoly fuckâ, he presses out, touching his own chest to make sure that he was still alive. His heart never raced as much before. So this is how it feels like.
You have some books on the bedside table. Namjoon reaches for one of them in order to distract himself from the massive butterflies in his stomach. He begins reading, glasses perched atop his nose while his tummy continues to tingle.
The books is about philosophy and art. No wonder he fell for you. An art exhibition is only truly enjoyable when he visits it with you. Philosophy only really makes him want to think if he knows that he can share his thoughts with you later. Nature is truly only relaxing if he knows that you get to be next to him. Falling in love with you was as easy as breathing.
âHey, youâre awake.â
Namjoon lowers the book, giving you his full attention. His hair is messy, his glasses sit on his nose very prettily. He isnât wearing a shirt, honey skin kissed by the sunlight entering your bedroom.
âI am. Good morning. Damn, you are really beautifulâ, he says, tummy fluttering.
âThank you. You are beautiful too.â
Namjoon watches you close the distance, âwhat are you carrying?â
âBreakfast. I thought I could impress you. You know, first night together and all that.â You explain, putting the tray on his lap. âLet me know what you think of it.â
Namjoon studies it, feeling lost for words. You arenât his first relationship and yet you are the very first person to ever make him breakfast in bed. Well, except for his parents when he got sick as a kid, but this was totally not the same thing.
âYouâre quiet. Does this mean you donât like it?â you ask quietly.
âWhat? No, I love it. Iâm sorry, I just canât believe it, thatâs all.â
âWait till you taste it. I really put my whole breakfastussy into it.â
He cracks up, scrunching his eyes. You snicker, swaying from side to side giddily.
âIf thatâs the case, I have to try it. Iâm sure itâs delicious.â
You put on some music in the meantime. It is the same vinyl you listened to last night.
Your eyes meet shyly. His heart is racing as much as yours is. The memory of last night is so sweet.
âIs it okay if I put on some music?â you ask.
âIt's more than okay. You're fucking perfectâ, he assures you.
âNiceâ, you return to bed, getting comfortable on your side. You sit cross-legged, snatching some of the food to snack on.
But Namjoon canât concentrate on breakfast. All he sees is you.
He finally gets it. Namjoon finally goddamn gets it.
He takes your hand, squeezing it gently. You stop munching, meeting his eyes in curiousity.
âCan I kiss you?â he asks, thumb tracing your knuckles, âI know, first morning kiss and us being in the middle of eating and all, but maybe?â
You giggle, nodding your head. âYeah, Iâd really like to kiss you tooâ, you confess and close the distance to do exactly that.
Seokjin
âWakey wakey to some brekkieâ, you coo, entering the bedroom with a tray full of food.
Seokjin, your boyfriend and occasional private chef, gawks at you in surprise as the roles are reversed this morning. He was already awake, scrolling on his phone, when you entered the bedroom.
âYou made me breakfast?â he asks, voice dripping in disbelief.
âI did and itâs your favourite. Now careful, thereâs lots on there.â
Seokjin stares in pure shock, feeling his heart speed up. His ears are flushed.
âWow, I mean, wow. I love it, but why?â
âWhy? Because I want to treat you, thatâs why.â
âI seeâ, he murmurs and lowers his head shyly, ear flushing even harder. âThank you, wow.â
You snicker, climbing on bed.
âNow try it, pookie. Before it gets cold.â
âI don't even know where to start. Everything looks so good.â
âMaybe this? I made it with extra love.â
âWah, you and your cheesy lines.â
You laugh, âI learned from the bestâ, you tease, nudging his soft cheek.
Seokjin lets you because you are the only person he allows touching his face. Because he loves you and trusts you. And because your touch is always placed so gently.
âThen I guess I have to start with thisâ, he says and picks up the chopsticks.
You snicker beside him, making him sneak a glance at you. You are so adorable to him right now.
Seokjin lowers the chopsticks, meeting your eyes. He looks at you in ways you have never seen on him. Serious, intense and deeply in love.
âWhat?â
âJust making sure that this is real. Youâre so perfect.â
âBe quiet.â
You fluster, lowering your head. The racing of your heart increases when he tilts your head back up with two fingers under your chin. His brows are lifted in a gentle invitation to open your mouth and take the bite he offers.
Of course you take it, heart truly losing it when he wipes the corner of your mouth and licks his finger.
Whatever happened to your goofy boyfriend right now, please donât let it end. Donât misunderstand, you love his dorky side, but this is changing you as a person. He is so attractive right now.
âIs it yummy?â he asks, gazing at your lips as he caresses your chin.
âIt is. Wow, you just made my heart race.â
Seokjin grins lopsidedly and leans closer, âgood.â He whispers and kisses your lips with such seriousness and emotion that your heart begins racing yet again.
Yoongi
Yoongi is already awake when you enter the bedroom. He is staring at the wall, trying to come alive on the lazy Saturday this way. Like most mornings, his hair is dented at the back and sticks up messily. Itâs a cute look especially paired with his puffy cheeks and barely open eyes.
âOh? Youâre awake? Perfect. Brbâ, you say after sticking your head into the room to check on him.
Yoongi acknowledges you with a hum and smacks his lips. He sits, waiting curiously for you to come back while his sleepy eyes run over the dimly lit room.
You return with something in your hands and a goofy grin on your lips.
âGood morning, darling.â
âWhatâs this?â his voice is still raspy from sleep.
âBreakfast in bed. Itâs raining today and I wanted to be romantic.â You put the tray on his lap. âTada.â
Yoongi scans his eyes over the array of his favourite breakfast food. You even made him an iced Americano and put together a small flower bouquet with flowers from the garden.
Yoongi feels so giddy that he could burst. But he is also a little shy about being openly giddy (and very sleepy), so he sits and stares while his heart races unbearably.
âWhat do you think?â you ask him, running your fingers through his hair.
âYou did this for me?â he sounds in disbelief.
âOf course I did.â You peck his cheek. âYou deserve it and I love you.â
âThank you. This makes me so happyâ, he says and begins eating with flushed cheeks and a giddy smile.
âAnd? Is it good?â
âIt is. I love breakfastâ, he gushes and puts his arm around your waist to pull you close.
You sit down on the edge of the bed, giggling happily when he kisses your cheek. His eyes sparkle in adoration once he pulls back.
âThank you for this. Iâm very happy.â
âIt's because I love you.â
âI love you too.â He closes his eyes and rests his head on your shoulder, giving your waist a soft squeeze, âThank you.â
You love how Yoongi shows affection, melting in fondness. You hug his head, giving it a little kiss.
âAnything for you, baby.â
Hoseok
âHappy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~â
You are entering the bedroom singing and dancing. Hoseok, who is already awake and merely thought that you went for a shower, gawks at you with an open mouth and widened eyes. He even startled a little at first, still clutching his imaginary pearls.
âHappy birthday my Hobi babyyyy~ happy birthday to you.â
You stop by his side, grinning down at him. A purple birthday hat adorns your head.
âHappy birthday, baby. I hope youâre hungry, I made you breakfast.â
Hoseok giggles, dropping into the sheets to kick his feet. He covers his face behind his hands, looking so adorable that you have to giggle with him.
You love making him happy. Happiness suits him so well.
âWow baby, I canât believe it. This is perfect. I love itâ, he gushes, sitting up so he could hug you. Very aggressively if one might add.
âCareful, the food.â
âYeah, right. Sorry. Show me.â
You put the tray on his lap, eliciting another giggling fit from him.
âI love it. Thank you. This is the best birthday ever.â
âAnd it is just the beginning. I have so much planned. So many presents to give youâ, you say and lean down to hug him, giving him a big smooch as you do, âIâm gonna treat you like a king today, baby.â
Hoseok leans into your embrace, closing his eyes for it and squeaking giddily.
âThank you so much. Wow, wait. I need to take pictures. And videos!â
âDo that, my cutie.â
Jimin
CW: hinted "night after" trope but make it flirty
He is supposed to stay in bed and let you surprise him. But of course he doesnât. Although you made sure to sneak out before he wakes up, you suddenly find yourself in the kitchen with his arms around you and his chest against your back.
âMhhm smells like breakfast. Iâm so hungry alreadyâ, he purrs sleepily, using his lower register for it as his soft lips nibble on your neck. He rubs your tummy and waist softly, âwhat are we making?â
âYou are not making anything, you are supposed to be in bed. Goddamn it, my plans are ruined.â
âWhat plans?â
âI wanted to use your sleeping-in-tendencies to my advantage and make you breakfast in bed. But of course you have to wake up timely today.â
Jimin chuckles, kissing your ear.
âIâm sorry. Last night knocked me out deep enough that I feel well rested.â
âNoted. I know what to do next time I want you to relax.â
âPlease do, Iâll turn into your devotee.â
You chuckle, but tingle a moment later when Jimin sucks on your skin gently.
âLast night was amazingâ, he purrs, kissing a path up to your ear so he could tickle it with his lips, âwas it good for you too?â
âIt was and youâre teasingâ, you say, barely wanting to keep your eyes open. He feels so good.
âIâm not. Iâm reminiscing.â
âYou are totally teasingâ, you laugh, âand youâre not supposed to. Youâre supposed to go back to bed. Iâm almost done.â
âBut the kisses.â
âNo buts. Breakfast in bed.â
âAt least let me carry something. Itâs the least I can do after ruining the surprise.â
âNo. Back to bed now. Iâm the one to romance you today.â You turn around and shove at his bared chest gently. âHop, hop. Iâm not asking again.â
Jimin takes your hands and pulls them to his lips for a kiss, giving you flirty eyes.
âOne kiss before I leave, to thank you for cooking.â
âFine, one kiss. And then Iâm sending your cute butt back to bed.â
Taehyung
He knows that you are awake, floating in a state between sleep and awareness. The sound of you doing something in the apartment is his background music, increasing the cozy state he is in. The bedroom windows are open, letting in the warm morning breeze. The curtains dance in the wind and the sun shines onto his skin. He isnât wearing a shirt because he gets hot easily. The sun feels really good. Warm. Itâs a nice, deep warmth. The kind of warmth which gets rid of muscle aches.
Life couldnât get any better than this. You suddenly enter the bedroom and life actually does get better than this. A lot better.
âOh crap, your eyes are openâ, you say, halting in your once confident steps.
Taehyung smiles at the view of you, âgood morning.â
âGood morning, hey. You werenât supposed to be awake yet.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause I wanted to surprise you.â
âWith what?â
You pull flowers from behind your back.
âFor me?â he gasps and sits up, stretching his arms out to you.
âYeah for you. I meant to put them on the bedside table next to you, so youâd wake up to themâ, you explain as you trott to his bedside and put the flowers on their planned spot. You pout.
âBut theyâre so beautiful. Donât be sad.â He assures you in a soft spoken voice, holding your hand. âI love them.â
âMy surprise though. Itâs ruined.â
He kisses your knuckles, âno, itâs not. Itâs the most perfect surprise ever.â
âThereâs even more.â
âMore?â he sounds in disbelief, following you with widened eyes as you leave again.
âSoon.â
Taehyung gazes at the flowers while he waits for your return. His heart is racing. This is such a romantic surprise and he loves these kinds of surprises.
âEyes closedâ, you announce your return.
âTheyâre closed.â
âAnd no peeking.â
âIâm not.â
He listens to you come closer again, then suddenly feels a weight on his lap.
âOkay, open them.â
Taehyung instantly gasps, eyes wide and tummy bursting in butterflies.
âYou made breakfast in bed?â
âI did.â
âDarling, oh my god. I donât know what to say. This isâŠwow, it looks so yummy.â
You climb onto bed and sit down next to him, picking up a little strawberry which you tipped into whipped cream.
âOpen up.â
Taehyung takes in the strawberry with the cutest, most adorable expression, sending your heart into overdrive.
âGosh, I have the cutest boyfriend everâ, you gush, caressing his cute little cheeks.
Taehyung scrunches his nose giddily, leaning into your touch. His eyes are sparkling.
âOpen up. Iâm feeding your adorable butt today.â
Taehyung giggles, letting it happen with a racing heart. He loves when you pamper him.
Jungkook
You and he went out with his friends last night. It got late and the two of you got drunk. He stayed over at your place, sleeping with no shirt on and his hair a total mess. Judging by how loudly he snores, he must be sleeping very well. You slept well too, despite the alcohol. Luckily for you, or perhaps because of your clever precautions of drinking lots of water, you donât feel hungover. Just hungry. Really hungry. But you are also lazy and donât want to leave bed. You have been staring at your boyfriend obsessively ever since you woke up.
You are so lucky. He is so handsome and he was so lovely last night. He kept close to you at all times and made sure you felt welcome with his friends by always including you in the conversation. He even borrowed you his jacket when you got cold and held your hand as you walked home.
Jungkook snores especially loudly next to you, startling himself awake with it. He lifts his head, staring at the sheets with empty eyes.
âGood morningâ, you chuckle, ruffling his hair.
âHmhornming isf imf snorim ismsloudâ, he mumbles something unintelligible and drops into the pillow again. His eyes close. His lips part. He fell back to sleep. He is so funny without even trying.
âOkay, youâre a sleepy head. Guess I gotta eat without youâ, you decide and roll out of bed.
Breakfast is prepared quickly and you return with your tray of food. You just about sat down when Jungkook lifts his head again. He is frowning sleepily, pouting.
âGood morning. Againâ, you tease.
âFood?â
âYes, this is food.â
âFor me?â
âDo you want food?â
He nods his head. You already knew that he wouldnât last long next to the smell of food, but this is a new record of how quickly he wakes from it. Doesnât matter, you already prepared his tray in the kitchen.
âSit up then.â
Jungkook obeys, grumbling and groaning as he does.
âHungover?â
âLittle.â
âThis should help. Here we go.â
âThanks.â
You leave the room to get his tray (which is now your tray because you gave Jungkook the first one) and return to Jungkook munching on his breakfast happily. His hair is a mess and his eyes are still puffy, but he looks happy. And a lot less hungover.
You get on bed next to him, halting in your attempt to eat when he stubs your arm with his fingers.
He is looking at you with the puppiest puppy eyes ever.
âYes?â
âDid I take your food?â
âNo, I planned for both of us.â
âYou can have more if you want to.â
âItâs perfect for me. Just eat, baby.â
âReally?â
âYes, really. Eat, baby.â
Jungkook holds your hand, âthank you for this. And for last night. I really appreciate everything you do for me and I love spending time with you.â
âI love it too, baby.â
He squeezes your hand, âand I love you.â
âWow, you.â You and he didnât exchange the big L-word yet. âYou really mean it?â
âI mean it. A lot.â
âKook, wow. I love you too.â
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park jimin fic rec list (â
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woah it really has been a long time since i posted but i am so glad to be back and to get back into reading i saw so many of my favourite authors have updated and i am beyond excited to start this journey again but in the mean time here's jimin rec list as promised it was so exciting finishing this list cause i got so nostalgic making it and reading all the old fics i had on my reading list ughhh i just loved it so much and it got me back into the swing of things and i cant wait to make more lists, i do have another jjk list ready and i will post it the day after tomorrow so i hope you enjoy this one and don't forget to show all the love and support in the world to these amazing authors they work so hard to create these fics for us and they deserve endless praise and love for the commitment and generosity they have so please do leave them a comment, heart or reblog a small comment can go a long way here and can make someone smile even bigger so dont don't shy away from making someone happy... as usual you guys know this fics i recommend contain smut so minors don't interact you will be blocked... i really do love hearing from you guys so if you do have a little fic you are super into right now and you just want to rant about how amazing it is feel free to send me an ask đđ€
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plot twist by @xpeachesncream f s a
âł jimin isnât interested in fake dating, but heâs definitely interested in getting to know someone the right way. after all, he feels like heâs ready to put himself out there and give it all heâs got. so, he takes a risk in trying something completely out of his comfort zone and hops on the new, popular dating app - only to come across and get to know someone he didnât expect to meet.
a remedy for mondays by @dovechim s
âł 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 youâre having a baby with your co-worker Park Jimin after a one-night stand. confused? join the club.
itâs okay, thatâs love by @/dovechim f s a deals with deep subjects
âł People are constantly making some kind of connection with each other- be it friendship or romance. But human bonds always lead to messy complications; commitment, sharing, driving people to the airport, letting them get up close and personal with the darkest parts of ourselves. And sure- itâs scary as hell to watch them cross those boundaries youâve so meticulously drawn, but itâs okay, because thatâs love.
so it goes by @/dovechim f s
âł Park Jimin knows a lot about humans. of course he does, he studies them for a living. he knows that they say hello by holding hands, and when they say goodbye, they put their arms around each other. but this particular human, he notes, is unlike the rest- stuck in a slump, going about your day praying for the Universe to stage an intervention in the form of an alien abduction. when he decides to finally fulfil your wishes, he finds that you have a little something to teach him about what it means to live life on Earth the way you do: ugly crying, underwear and all. in return, he shows you the possibilities that abound if you simply adopted their mantra: everything is beautiful, and nothing hurts.
love again by @taestefully-in-luv f s a
âł A friend of yours is eager to introduce you to her new man but what happens when Park Jimin, the man who broke your heart 5 years ago walks in through the door?
the other woman: the seduction and the illusion by @namjooningelsewhere f s a
âł No one told you being the other woman would never be easy, No one told you that his love would be two sides to a same coin. No one told you he came to you because you were his escape to his demons. No one told you he would always call you his, but he would never be yours. And most importantly no one told you, He never loved you because you dont destroy the people you love.
FUTURE HEARTS by @jungblue f s a ft. jjk
âł It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook.
after the applause by @foxymoxynoona
âł Jimin doesn't know how he would have made it this far after the shattering of his world without the support of his thoughtful, generous, helpful neighbor. Hanbyul has lived next to hottie Jimin and his adorable daughter for years now, long enough to remember the wife he was so devoted to and lost far too young. With each safely ensconced on their side of the brick wall of the Parks' grief, it will take an enterprising little scientist to set the stage for a second chance at love.
saved by @to-star-lake s a
rockstar au deep subjects read warnings
midnight memories by @hobipaint f s a
âł there's drunk habits, and then there's drunk mistakes. What do you call meeting your friend - no, âformer friendâ - at a bar, getting drunk with him and sleeping- 'accidentally' - with him? especially when everyone already knows that you stay away from him as much as the day does from night?
Easy. You forget about it.
heartbreak chronicles by @sugaxjpg s
âł Park Jimin had it all â good grades, a place as the soccer teamâs captain and, more than that, the broken hearts of at least half the campusâ population. Though, one thing he did not have was someone willing to break his heart and, after you were dragged inside a miraculous plan to play that part, the last thing counted on was the preposterous idea that, perhaps, you could fall for him as well.
drifting by@hongcherry f a
âł After being assigned different partners for your midterm routine, your and Jiminâs relationship starts to deteriorate when you both begin spending more time away from each other and with your assigned partners instead.
growing pains by @taleasnewastime f s a
âł Growing up the daughter of the boss of a gang is never easy, but normally the problems are around being given too many responsibilities, or the risk of being connected to a gang leader, or wanting to escape but not being able to. But youâve got a different problem, you want more responsibility, want to be like your brother whoâs been named heir, want a role in the family gang. Your whole life youâve been denied what you want, being born a female seemingly your main issue; perceived as weak, naĂŻve, trying to step above your station. But as unsupportive and dismissive as your family is, there is always the bright light that is Jimin; the boy you love but can never have.
tuqburni by @solastia f s a ft.myg
âł Youâve spent two years building a life with Yoongi who you loved more than anything in the world. Now, his ex-boyfriend Jimin is back in the picture, and Yoongi begs you not to make him choose between the two of you, offering the choice of a polyamorous relationship. Though your heart is shattered, you agree.
stardust by @venusjeon f a
âł struck by your beauty, Jimin begs to paint you naked behind the world's back so as not to stain your influential familyâhis patronsâwith scandal.
drift by @snackhobi f s
âł You used to think that there was nothing better than the sensation of coming first place. However, your rival- the talented, gorgeous, dangerous Park Jimin- is more than happy to prove you wrong.
the deli diaries by @jimlingss f
âł Working at a grocery store deli is absolutely unbearable (and youâre also perfectly aware of how dramatic you are). But it seems like something, or rather, someone might make the job a bit more manageable.
best of me by @xotoosweet f a
âł when he tells the story of how he met you in a few years, he'll claim that it was meant to be. you'll laugh and call it a coincidence. it was a coincidence that on the first day of summer semester, he decided to go on a run (though he claimed he always ran in the mornings). it was a coincidence that he chose a less traveled path in the university arboretum that morning. and it was definitely a coincidence that you were there, sitting on the rail of the river bridge.
the ten days of ex-mas by @kpopfanfictrash f s a
âł Three months following the worst break-up of your life, you finally feel ready to start moving on. The world, it seems, has other ideas when you pick up the phone and find your ex-boyfriend calling.
strip by @yoonia f s a
âł Summary | Everything you have done has always been about surviving life and raising your child on your own. Having someone else caring about you was the last thing you had expected. Especially when that someone is the same man you have watched performing every night on stage and secretly admired. But will he run the moment he finds out about your little secret waiting at home?
falling by @/yoonia s a
âł For Park Jimin, you are everything he will ever needâhis assistant, his housekeeper, his task runner, his fairy godmother. For you, he is more than everything. You have dedicated your life for him and, before you even realised it, your heart belongs to him alone. The only problem is that he is never yours, and you are living in a world that your love for him is nothing more than a fairytale ending. As you are suddenly given a chance to wake up and face the real world, will you be ready to embrace it? Will he be ready to deal with the world without you in it?
wrapped around by @jjkfire ft. kth f s a
âł Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesnât seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe theyâre just your kind of type
baby, baby by @hobiwonder f s a
âł When youâve run out of savings to continue on to the last semester of your Bachelors - you take an unorthodox route. Helping a desperate couple have a child and getting paid for it? Heck yeah. But what do you know - it wasnât as easy as it sounds.
love at first touch by bagelswrites (ao3)
âł The first time you meet your soulmate, it leaves a bruise on both of you at the point of contact. From then on, your body begins rejecting any sustenance other than the touch of your soulmate. The trick is, the bruises take a few hours to appear, so you have to figure out who you've touched and find them before you starve to death. But once you do, all you ever need is them. So what happens if you're an idol and you meet your soulmate at a fan event?
our little family by @nightbts f a
âł you were living a simple life filled with simple dreams; combining your two most loved things in life, children and teaching, you were starting out your career as a teacher at the local pre-school. but little did you know, how one child and her very special father, would change your simple life into something extraordinary
one-shot 35
brand new eyes by @missgeniality s
âł Jiminâs eyes had potential to ruin you, and tonight you test the damage.
waves by @shina913 s
âł It's Valentine's Day and your boyfriend decides to spice things up with a little surprise for you.
failure to communicate by @gukslut s
âł Enemies to Lovers/ College AU
physical by @ppersonna f s
âł you cant seem to escape the sexy fitness instructor that seemingly is everywhere you turn. itâs enough to make you irrational.
good for you by @candlewaxandp0lar0ids s
âł Jimin canât help the way he drowns himself in you. Why should he anyway?
ho-ho-home by @jjungkookislife s a
âł Golden neighbor extraordinaire, Park Jimin, is (unintentionally) stealing your spotlight this holiday season. Despite your one sided rivalry with him, all Jimin wants is for you to remember him, to remember your past and hopefully create a future with you.
100km/hour by @chateautae s
âł 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 jiminâs lap? especially when heâs dressed as an angel, and youâre in the sluttiest devil costume ever?
what it's like by @jimilter s
âł Youâve always heard great tales about how good the infamous fuckboy on campus, Park Jimin, is in bed, and wondered if there could be any truth behind these claims when the guy looks like an angel with his cheruby cheeks and precious smiles. So when a new gossip starts to circulate about how âhard he hitsâ, you have had enough of the suspense and decide to finally sample him yourself.
feel your touch by @/jimilter f s a
âł You have always known yourself to be a sexual switch in bed, flipping between exercising and submitting control according to different situations and partners. And this camboy you are addicted to, one that seems to kinda reciprocate your interest, submits so beautifully that you just want to command him. But when things progress to levels you never anticipated, you end up discovering pleasant surprises that might just change your life.
the princeâs cinderella syndrome by @/jimilter f s a ft jjk
âł He shows up at Halloween, every year, dressed the same, and leaves at midnight like some Cinderella. You would think he was a prankster if his eyes didn't look like they contained all the sadness in the world. You don't know him - no one on campus does. You don't know why he appears only once a year. You don't know why he never smiles. But you can't help falling in love with him. Even if he breaks your heart when he abandons you at midnight, again.
scream your panties by @opaljm s a
âł As your midterms have ended and Halloween has arrived, you are looking forward to a pleasant time relaxing and enjoying the festivities at your sorority and Jiminâs frat houses. Luck is not in your favor, though, because things keep going wrong like a trail of dominoes falling â the only upside to your slowly deteriorating day being that you get to end it with your boyfriendâs delicious self between your legs.
first snow, last kiss by @taeshobipop f s a
âł He broke your heart four years ago; the old loving memories of your time together now tainted by pure betrayal. Yet in the haze of new snow, after returning home for the first time, the moments you had once convinced yourself were nothing but a lie, reveal themselves to be otherwise.
antifreeze by @winetae s
âł Jimin participates in the schoolâs adaption of The Nutcracker for extra credit but doesnât expect his new dance partner to a) be this bad at dancing and b) be this fucking cute
what she likes by @untaemedqueen f s
idol au husband au marriage au
only you by @personasintro f s a
âł youâve been always there for your best friend, even when he became a single dad
sucker by @/personasintro s a
âł You wish you'd pay more attention to Jimin. Like, how his eyes kept changing color. How cold his skin was, too unrealistically to be natural. Or one second, he flashed you with his sharp canines and the next one he didn't have any. How much he craved for you, but not the way you thought he was.
please, lie to me by @ressjeon s a
âł "centuries of loyalty vs. only months of fucking, how could you miscalculate?"
summer synchrony by @seokkgenie f s a
âł childhood friends to lovers
neon seoul @readyplayerhobi f s a
âł It the city of New Seoul, another homicide isnât newsworthy but instead just a statistic. But when the son of the mayor is murdered in an alley in a shady part of the city? Then itâs important. You and your partner, Detective Park Jimin, are given the honour of investigating the crime. Will you find out who killed him? Or will you fail?
serendipity by @btsracket s a ao3
âł It's serendipitous. Jimin braces for darkness but finds his light instead.
the boyfriend concept by @/kpopfanfictrash s
âł Win a Date with a Porn Star! You saw the sign when you walked in, of course, but you had no idea your friend dropped your name into the raffle. Fast-forward to later that day, when you actually win. You are horrified, of course, with no intention of accepting and setting yourself up for embarrassment. But then you meet Jimin, and decide this might be worth a shot.
Lovely Demons by @/kpopfanfictrash s a
âł As penance for a crime committed long, long ago, the Witch Council banished you to the feared Tholoss forest. Your sentence was one hundred thousand days of solitude â or death, whichever came first. Your only hope of salvation comes from the demon names routinely sent your way; creatures who escape the inner circles of Hell and pose a threat to the mortal realms. For each demon you kill, days are removed from your sentence. For years youâve existed, biding your time, until one morning you receive a name which throws your entire world into chaos: the name of Park Jimin, High Prince of Hell himself.
blue blood by @joonbird s a
âł âPrince Jimin was born with blue blood. His coronation is rapidly approaching, but there are two requirements he must fulfil before becoming a king. He must have the skills to fight in battle, and he must have a Queen with blood as blue as his. You, a member of the royal guard, are assigned to teach Jimin the ins and outs of combat. You are not scared of death, of blood, or of battle. What you are scared of however, is falling in love with Jimin, the one man your blood decrees you can never have.â
i want to be with you by @oddinary4bts f s a
âł 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?
locked in love by @parkmuse f s a
âł Getting locked in the mall on Christmas eve isnât ideal, but getting locked in the mall with your brothers best friend that you havenât seen in a while? Well, it might have been alright if you didnât have feelings for him.
peaches and cream by @snackhobi s
âł you wouldnât mind your cute neighbour being such a shameless fuckboy if a) the walls werenât so thin and b) he didnât seem intent on adding you as another notch in his bedpost.
reset by @/dovechim s
âł We are made of the pieces of what we remember, and we hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there are memories to call our own, there can be no true loss. But Park Jimin has no such privilege.
the dark side of the moon by @/dovechim s
âł falling in love at first sight is cliche, not until it happens to you on a dark night in a lonely alley. but youâre only human, while Park Jimin is Alpha of his pack; it could never work out. so you resort to pining for him like a wolf howling at the moon, but when Jimin goes feral, thatâs when everything changes.
Unconditionally by @kstopping s a
âł Jimin constantly torments you. But you love it.
Instinct by @evangelene f a
âł A lost child appears into your life only to bring you closer Jiminâa man that youâd thought youâd hated once upon a time. Now all you want is to be there for the child, and maybe his fatherâbut only if his mother gets the hell out of the way.
eternal sunlight by @kidguk f s a
âł âcollege and soulmate au where the first words your soulmate will say to you are tattooed on your wrist. jimin thinks he met his soulmate exactly four months after he met and fell in love with you. you canât explain your attraction or your feelings toward him, even though technically youâre meant to be with other people. taehyung and jungkook helpfully suggest that the universe might be glitching.â
foul play by @kimvtae f s a
âł Everyone loves a good rivalry, and the students at your university are no exception. Unluckily for you, the rivalry of the decade is between yourself and a furiously irritating Park Jimin. A top gymnast and a basketball star shouldnât cross paths, but Jimin makes his way into your heart before you can put a stop to it.
lost and found by @/kimvtae s a
âł The only thing bigger than Park Jiminâs ass is his ego. After one too many scandals, after one too many mornings stumbling back to the dorms drunk or ruining the reputations of other idols, Jimin is given an ultimatum: complete a rehabilitation program in America or leave Bangtan.
if we were a movie by @/kimvtae f s a
âł Friends with benefits never worked in the movies, but you and Jimin had been friends for so long, it was bound to work for you. Until, of course, Jimin gets a girlfriend, and you fear you may lose your friendship with him for good.
the pull of the tides by @goldenscript f s
âł The expanse of the deep blue sea has always drawn you in. Each ebb and flow of the tides never ceasing to take your breath away. And now, a boy with hair as light as the morning sun and a smile just as bright does too.
hard to say by @floralseokjin f s a
âłyou've had feelings for your best friend Jimin for as long as you can remember, but you always thought they were unreciprocated. What if it turned out they werenât...?

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Sprite's Favourite Fics {Bangtan Fics} Part 11

Note: (I'll keep updating the lists as I read more fics. Also, all the moodboards are edited by me therefore I request everyone not to repost them as theirs)
[Masterlist]
[OT7]

{ONESHOT}
âș Tangled Hearts by writersrealmbts
Pairing: Hybrid! Poly! Bts x Reader Genre: hybrid au, Monsta X cameos, Angst, Fluff, Suggestive Stuff, SFW Wordcount: 22,844 Description: Hybrid!ot7 x reader: You have seven hybrids and life with them can be both good and stressful. Some days are better than others, but in the end, you know that theyâre always there for you, in more ways than one.
{SERIES}
âș Royal/Bodyguard AU by jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue
Pairing: Bodyguard! BTS x mafia princess! Reader Genre: fluff + angst Summary: your bodyguards became your best friends and you couldnât imagine your life without them. Chapters: 7/7
âș Before I Leave You by hollyhomburg [ONGOING]
Pairing: Beta! Yoongi, Omega! Reader, Omega! Jungkook, Omega! Seokjin, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! Hoseok, Alpha! Taehyung, Alpha! Jimin, Genre: Omegaverse, Mafia Au, BTS x Reader Parts: 80 chapters Posted Summary: Someone always has to leave first; They just didnât expect Yoongi to come back with a new omega (whoâs clearly been through some shit).
âș A Place Called Home by agustdakasuga
Pairing: vet! reader x Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour Parts: 25/25 Summary: Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasnât enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.
[KIM NAMJOON]

{ONESHOT}
âș Growth by happy-meo
Pairing: Namjoon x Reader Genre: Fluff, mild angst Summary: Namjoon was everything you werenât but you were everything Namjoon wasnât.
âș Autumn Night by sodoyouknowbts
Pairing: Namjoon x Reader Genre: Romance, steamy smut Summary: You attend an event to support Namjoon, who is the keynote speaker for the night. You canât help but feel insecure about the attention and the advances he is receiving from the girls he lectures. You attempt to leave the event early, but he stops you, intent on reminding you exactly what you mean to him.
[KIM SEOKJIN]

{ONESHOT}
âș With You by yoonpobs
PAIRING. kim seokjin x reader GENRE. marriage!au, divorce!au, childhood friends2lovers!au, angst, fluff, smut WORDS. 22.1k SUMMARY. Marrying your childhood best friend was not the love story that most painted it to be. you knew that better than anyone else.
âș Turn Back Time by raplinesmoon
pairing: baseball player!Seokjin x doctor! reader (based on the movie 13 Going On 30) genres/au/rating: fluff, humour, angst, smut, time travel au, 18+ word count: 13.3k summary: After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until heâs thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team heâd always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him â you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?
âș Good Girl by Jamaisjoons
â„ đđđđđđđ: seokjin x reader x yoonji x jimin â„ đđđđđ: smut âą some fluff, pwp au. â„ đ€đđđ đđđąđđĄ: 23k : ) â„ đ đąđđđđđŠ:ă accidentally walking in on your boyfriendâs flatmate, min yoonji, and her boyfriend park jimin, was probably the best thing youâd ever done. ă
âș The End by Jimlingss
â Pairing: Jin x Reader ft. OT6 â Words: 31k â Genres: 50% Fluff, 50% Angst â Summary: Itâs been a habit of yours to vent in the form of love letters. Thereâs six in total. Theyâre kept secret, hidden in your closet. But on your 30th birthday, what you least expect is for each letter to become reality. All done by the whacky ghost of Christmas future trying to grant your birthday wish.
âș Lost and Found by taleasnewastime
Pairing: Jin x reader Genre: fluff; angst; sfw; strangers to lovers. Word count: 21.2k Summary: What do you do when your whole world comes crashing down around you? When everything you loved turns out to be a lie? When your fiancĂ© tells you heâs been having an affair, you feel like your whole world comes crashing down, but then you find an antiques shop and the strange man that runs the shop helps you slowly rebuild your life and realise maybe not everything about you is broken.
[MIN YOONGI]

{ONESHOT}
âș Bangtan's Receptionist by wooataes
Pairing: Mafia Boss!Min Yoongi x Fem! Reader, implied ot7 x Fem! Reader Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: Mafia AU, swearing, Death, blood, injuries, mentions of human trafficking but nothing too detailed, guns, character death. Summary: Bangtanâs contracts are clear and concise. They are to be followed to the letter, including the most important rule, do not touch their men.
âș Crave You by borathae
Pairing: Yoongi x f. Reader Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut, some Fluff, smol lil Angst Summary: âYou should be angry at him for breaking his promise to you, but how could you, if kissing him feels so good? Or alternatively: all it takes is a small fight to discover a kink you and your fiancĂ© share...â
âș Anything by jiminrings
pairing: yoongi x reader wordcount: 10k glimpse: yoongi doesn't want to move on from his ex because she's everything he's ever known, whereas you want to move on from him because he's everything you've ever loved. alternatively, yoongi's your best friend and you've been in love with him your whole life.
âș The Final - Day 02 by yoongiofmine
Pairing: DDAY!Yoongi x Groupie!Reader Genre: idol au, porn with a lot of plot, one-shot WC: 16k Summary: You've been Yoongi's go-to companion for the past few years, well aware that's all you were going to be. Despite your very real, growing feelings for the rapper, you took what you could get every time. Now, you're backstage at day two of the final leg of his tour when another member takes an interest in you. Will it be enough to make Yoongi realize he's got competition?
âș Damn the Charcuterie Board [M] by bratkook
pairing: min yoongi x reader x park jimin genre: light crack, smut, pwp, warnings: threesome (obvs), oral sex, face riding, unprotected sex, sloppy seconds, stupid jokes about raw meat lmfao word count: 6.7k of pure filth
{SERIES}
âș Take Five by jiminrings
pairing: yoongi x reader wordcount: 10k genre: angst, fluff, unrequited love, so much pining glimpse: dr. min yoongiâs a board-certified dermatologist; skilled, renowned, and in-demand â oh and also, heâs divorced. alternatively, youâre yoongiâs nurse and you have a crush on him, and he gives you five chances to ask him out â he never said anything about accepting though.
âș Oh, Baby! by honey-boyyoongi [ONGOING]
Pairing: single dad! Yoongi x Reader Genre: Fluff, angst, crack, neighbor au Chapters: 60/61 Summary: Min Yoongi, is a simple man. He likes his coffee black and iced, he enjoys his job, and he loves his baby girl. But what happens when the new neighbor, quite literally, drops into his life?
âș Pink Bird House by 54daysormore
Pairing: Single Dad! Yoongi x Reader ft. Mini Tae Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Tae is yoongi's baby Parts: 25/25 Synopsis: Tae really wants a pink bird house, but his dad is definitely too busy to make one with him. Enter Y/N. Then exit Y/N. Right?
[MIN YOONJI]

{ONESHOT}
âș La Petite Mort by snackhobi
pairing: assassin! Min Yoonji x assassin! reader word count: 9.7k genre: f x f smut, assassin! Au summary: Based on a post that said: "my ex-wife sent an assassin on me but I sent an assassin on that assassin & they fell in gay love & now they're having sex in my guest bathroom"
âș As we go along by ddaenggtan
pairing | min yoonji x reader genre | NSFW; Fluff, Smut, a dash of Angst bc why not, idiots to lovers, enemies to lovers, Awkward Gays, Idiot/Oblivious Gays, OH The Min Twins aka Yoongi and Yoonji are siblings uwu wc | 10.4k summary | Four years ago, the beautifulstunningattractivefrustrating Min Yoonji came into your life. Ever since, itâs been a competition between the two of you to win the HOAâs Holiday Decorating Contest. The fiery looks she gives you paired with the pointed insults throw you off your game every year, but not this time. This holiday season, youâre determines to win; and along the way you might just find that Yoonjiâs been trying to win something else. ;OR the queer hallmark movie of your dreams.
âș The Song Thief by justanotherstarlightmonger
Pairing: Idol! Min Yoonji x Idol! Female reader Genre: Smut, fxf, idol! au Word count: 4.5 k words Summary: Min Yoonji makes sure you're not stealing her latest song
âș Good Girl by Jamaisjoons
â„ đđđđđđđ: seokjin x reader x yoonji x jimin â„ đđđđđ: smut âą some fluff, pwp au. â„ đ€đđđ đđđąđđĄ: 23k : ) â„ đ đąđđđđđŠ:ă accidentally walking in on your boyfriendâs flatmate, min yoonji, and her boyfriend park jimin, was probably the best thing youâd ever done. ă
âș Chatoyant by jincherie
pairing: min yoonji x reader genre: hybrid!au, magic!au/ witch!au, familiar!au, smut, slight angst words: 15.5k summary: Youâre a witch, and Yoonji is your familiar. The tension between you has been rising steadily over the months, and comes to a head after Jungkook and Taehyung pull an April Fools joke that doesnât quite go right. Perhaps you should thank them for how things turned out... right after they finish running from Yoonji, that is.
[JUNG HOSEOK]

{ONESHOT}
âș Midnight Rendezvous [M] by kookscrescent
†pairingâHoseok x female reader †genreâsmut, fluff, boyfriend au †word countâ6k †summaryâBecause of a rule that was implemented at Hoseokâs apartment, he has to sneak you in without his roommates finding out. But perhaps you were a little too loud...
âș Us by honeymoonjin
pairing: idol! Jung Hoseok x gf! reader genre: FLUFF, established relationship, idol au summary: â Among the publicity of being an idol, hoseok wants his proposal to be a private affair. â
[PARK JIMIN]

{ONESHOT}
âș 100 km/hour [M] by chateautae
â” pairing: fuckboy!jimin x f. reader â” genre : college!au, smut, pwp â” rating : 18+ â” word count : 7k â” summary : 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 jiminâs lap? especially when he's dressed as an angel, and you're in the sluttiest devil costume ever?
âș Sugar, Spice And Everything Nice by dovechim
⟠pairing: weak sperm jimin x witch! reader ⟠wordcount: 13k ⟠genre: a crack smut essentially ⟠summary: you and jimin have been trying for a baby for the past six months, to no avail, but then you realise one crucial mistake: youâve been neglecting your witchy heritage. what ensues is a month of trial and tribulation... for jimin at least.
âș All into You [M] by taegularities
pairing: Jimin x female reader genre: fantasy!au, HP!au, established relationship, fluff, some crack, basically pwp wordcount: 7.1k Summary: âThe weather. It was nice today, no?â you repeated yourself, your gaze meeting his hazy, lustful eyes. âYouâre literally riding me right now.â Teasing your boyfriend while being surrounded by your closest friends? Entertaining. But when he drags you away to punish you for it? Thatâs when youâre in for a ride.
âș Damn the Charcuterie Board [M] by bratkook
pairing: min yoongi x reader x park jimin genre: light crack, smut, pwp, warnings: threesome (obvs), oral sex, face riding, unprotected sex, sloppy seconds, stupid jokes about raw meat lmfao word count: 6.7k of pure filth
âș Let's get Quizzical by taleasnewastime
Pairing: Jimin x reader Genre: friends to lovers; fluff; angst; smut Word count: 28.6k Summary: Thursday night pub quizzes with your friends are a must. One of those friends being your long-term friend, long-term crush, Park Jimin. At this point 99.9% of the population knows you have feelings towards him, Jimin being the 0.1% that doesnât. But what happens when a bet goes wrong and your weekly quizzes become more complicated than fun?
âș Into the Wilderness by gukyi
pairing: park jimin x female reader genre: angst, fluff, comedy, camp counselor!au, unrequited love!au, friends to lovers!au word count: 27k summary: alright, so last summerâs camp was... disastrous. from the murky green showers to the wasps nests, it was all-around a bad time. but none of those things could be quite as catastrophic as the end-of-camp counselor campfire, when you told park jimin that you were in love with him. and if telling him was terrible, then seeing him again this summer, one year after your fruitless confession, just might be the death of you.
âș Turn to Stone by jjungkookislife
â pairing: gorgon!jimin x elemental!reader â genre: established relationship, supernatural au, smut [18+] â wc: 8.4k â summary: Childhood best friend turned boyfriend has only wanted one thing in his life, to be able to look you in the eyes without the risk of turning you into stone. The last (and only) time it occurred, it was nearly fatal for you but with your anniversary coming up, heâs willing to give it another go.
âș Home is where the heart is by bangtanfanfiction
âą Pairing: Jimin x Idol!Reader âą Word count: 12K âą Genre: Fluff, angst if you squint âČ Description: Youâve been together with Jimin for about three months. But youâve been keeping a big secret from him. A secret in the form of your 6 year old daughter
âș Paper Hearts by namfinessed
pairing: jimin x reader genre: fluff, college au, friends to lovers word count: 9k summary: hearts fragile like paper, tear it or donât?
âș Potions by taleasnewastime
Pairing: Jimin x reader Genre: Prince Jimin, Healer reader, royal au, fluff, angst. Word count: 23.6k Summary: Magic is banned, to perform it is an act punishable by death, a law brought in by the queen. And yet, here you are, living in the same palace as her, defying that law by performing the magic she so hates. You donât feel at risk of being found out, you are only a lowly healer, a nobody. But when the prince discovers you and canât seem to leave you alone, you may not be as safe as you thought.
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âș Tainted by muniiimyg
pairing: jimin + oc au/genre: est relationship, angst if youâre a crybaby, fluff COUGH COUGH jimin + oc are SOFTIES, ex-fuckboy!/ex badboy! and angelic oc, and somewhat healing vibes warnings: implied smut, one sided pining, explicit language, self doubt/hate aka insecure jimin parts: 20/20 summary: after going public with their relationship, everyone is amused as jimin isnât exactly what they had in mind for a girl that is practically an angel. perhaps a dance with the devil is what it takes for both worlds to fall into place. + nobody thinks heâs good enough for her. she think heâs all she needs. he wants her to be right.
[KIM TAEHYUNG]

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âș Unbreakable by smoljimjim
>Pairing: Taehyung x OC named Siri, lovers-exes-lovers >Genre: angst, small fluff, happy ending >Word count: ~16,300 >Description: Taehyung and Siri were the perfect couple and had the perfect relationship. They were known as the 'unbreakable' couple. That was until Taehyung found out something about Siri he couldn't ignore. He thought he knew everything about her, but this... this one thing was a relationship deal breaker.
âș Requested Drabble by taleasnewastime
pairing: idol! taehyung x reader genre: fluff, smut, strangers to lovers, idol au summary: The reader meets Taehyung, but she initially has no idea who he is until he introduces himself. Taehyung is immediately drawn to her and goes out of his way to charm her. One thing leads to another, and they end up having a passionate encounter together.
âș Sunflower Boy by happy-meo
pairing: taehyung x reader genre: fluff summary: a fluffy oneshot of when reader met taehyung for the first time. [Part of First Meeting Series]
âș Good Luck Charm by gukyi
pairing: actor! kim taehyung x female reader genre: fluff, angst, unrequited love, friends to lovers!au, roommates!au word count: 11k summary: kim taehyung has nearly everything heâs ever dreamed of: an apartment in new york city, a lead role in an off-broadway play, and a best friend to share it with. but even still, thereâs one thing missingâlove. and when he goes on the hunt for it, he dots every i and crosses every t, leaves no stone unturned, but forgets to look at the person who could ever love him the most: you.
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âș With a brush of fate by yoongiofmine
Pairing: Kim Taehyung x f!reader Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, idol au, strangers to lovers. Parts: 21/21 Summary: Your roommate was sure she found you the perfect man. Her boyfriend believed he found Taehyungâs soulmate. The only problem was that you never wanted to date an idol and he never wanted to drag you into this life. Taehyung didnât even know what he wanted anymore and was tired of being criticized for simply growing up. You just wanted to finish university and do something for yourself. What started out with the meddling of your friends became something neither of you expected. Could the two of you be what the other is missing? Or would things just fall apart?
[JEON JUNGKOOK]

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âș Daybreak by bbangtans
pairing: rockstar!ex!jk x f!reader genre/tropes: angst, fluff, exes to ???, right person wrong time/second chances, jungkook is so romance film lead coded â charismatic and well-spoken and genuine and ughhhhh i be fawning frrrr, this takes place where both jk and reader are 28ish, jk is a lead singer in a band with tae-jimin-yoongi, and y/n is a working professional wordcount: 10.1k Summary: One of your favorite things to do when you were in your early 20s was stay up late where reflective conversations eventually blurred into nonsense as the sun rose alongside someone you thought you would spend the rest of your days with⊠Now youâre stuck in New York City for one night due to a delayed flight with that very person standing there in his leather jacket and guitar case in hand across from you at the airport gate. See, fate is a funny thing and Jeon Jungkook could always find the humor in anything.
âș Lucky Number 7 by smoljimjim
>Pairing: husbandJK x wifeOC named Siri >Genre: slight angst, satisfying ending >Word count: ~7500 >Warnings: swear words, JK's a cheater, the world works in mysterious ways. >Description: The seven-year itch has hit Jungkook. It hit him so bad, he did the unthinkable to his wife, Siri. How will Siri handle it?
âș Cool with You by kooktrash
⣠pairing: afab!reader [she/her] x neighbor!jk ⣠genre/au: strangers to friends to lovers. smut. ⣠wc: 14.6k words ⣠summary: your break up from kim taehyung sent you spiraling into what felt like a midlife crisis of tear stained cheeks and tubs of half eaten ice cream with a broken heart. after finding out that your neighbor, jeon jungkook, was eavesdropping on your meltdowns and came to find out that your ex was his old friend, he found himself wanting to comfort you. he knew the kind of guy Taehyung was and he didnât want to see you beat yourself up over a guy who wasnât worth it so in the end he helped you through it and was unable to ignore the growing attraction you felt toward each other.
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âș The Cocktail Triology by borathae
Summary: âIt takes a trilogy to tell this story. It is a story of love, friendship, the hardships of being young and unexpected encounters. Experience the tingling butterflies of a summerâs love unexpected, witness the significance one little mistake can have on the lives of others and feel the exciting sparks of a love so strong it could move mountains. Find out what it means to grow up, what it takes to find yourself and how to make the best out of your granted time on earth.â 1. Tequila Sunrise 2. Purple Rain 3. Orange Ginger Tea
Tequila Sunrise by borathae
Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader Genre: s2l!AU, Diner!AU, Biker Gang!AU, Smut, Romance Chapters: 5/5 Summary: âYou always thought of your life as nothing exciting. Small town, stable job at the local diner, a roof over your head and nice friends. It didnât take much to make you happy. But that all changes with the arrival of Jeon Jungkook, mysterious biker with dark hair, inked skin and a preference for leather jackets. It doesnât take long for you to realise that life has so much more in store for you and Jungkook is happy to show you all of itâŠâ
2. Purple Rain by borathae
Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader, Yoongi x Jimin Genre: Biker Gang!AU, Road Trip!AU, Smut, Romance, Hurt and Comfort Chapters: 29/29 Summary: âTwo months on the road with Jungkook and his friends and you couldnât be happier about your life. You spend your days laughing, dancing and rolling around the sheets with the boy of your dreams, all whilst visiting beautiful places. But your idyllic life soon changes, when Taehyungs past catches up with him, putting not only him, but your entire gang in danger. Can the group get through his betrayal and if so can you outrun the danger before it is too late?â
3. Orange Ginger Chai by borathae
Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader, occasional Taehyung x f.Reader & Taehyung x Jungkook Genre: Smut, Fluff, slice of life!AU, established relationship!AU, domestic!AU, tattoo artist!Jungkook, restaurant owner!OC Chapters: 54/54 Summary: âSnippets out of the adventure, you and Jungkook call âyour life togetherâ. This is a collection of drabbles all in the name of The Cocktail Trilogy couple. They all play after the events of the main story.â
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love octagon? - ( @whyse7vn ) ot7 crack. this was just too funny to me fsdfhsd, i always read it when a want to lift my mood
lovesick - ( @angelicyoongie ) yandere ot7, soulmate au, stalking, harrasment, you got 7 soulmates you donÂŽt know about the you deff know about you, this is an on going series, hopefully iÂŽll be updated soon bc i loved it
yoongi joins you in your bath and you talk about your days - ( @borathae) fluffy, vampire!yoongs, this is so wholesome :(
bewitched - ( @borathae) smut, fluff, vamp!yoongi, witch!reader, you put a spell on him so he cant cum till you say so, ON MY SOUL I FELT THIS ALL THE WAY TO MY TOES, the smut is gewwwd and the fluff is amazing ughhh, loved it
iÂŽll float away - ( @ppersonna ) angst, hea. yoongi idol!au. LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING RIGHT NOW,, THIS IS THEE BEST YOONGI ANGST IN THIS WHOLE SITE, POINT BLANK PERIOD, TRUST. a wHOLE 2020 banger. It has STRONG topics so read the warnings
namjoon loves creampies - ( @euphoricfilter ) smut obv, he is an ASS gUY as he shouldd, he luvs him some reverse cowgirl position, obssesed with watching cum dripping outta you, heÂŽs just laying there thinking nasty stuff while watching you ride or die, its TEW MUCHHH
belly bulge -( @euphoricfilter ) bf!joon ,,,,,do you even have to ask what this is about?, ITS A LOT GOING ONNNNNN, talking about big beeffy thick wide strong bear built namjoon and his big ol dicc, who wouldnt like this??, he jerks himself off throught your stomach...
forg_tful - ( @joon4eva ) namjoon. established relationship, angstt, fluff, this one makes me cry every tIMEEEE, he forgets something important for the 2394823948th time so reader thinks he just doesnÂŽt care, he doesnÂŽt like being away from her :((((, but he owns it up bc he is a grown mature emotionally stable man, we love it
love language - ( @rmnamjoons ) soulmate au, mute!reader, non idol!joon au. THE FLUFF IS BEAUTIFULLLLLLL, i love joons pov before meeting her, and the day the meet???? i died, it was so cute
blushes from a rose - ( @army-author ) fluff, supernatural au, popular witch!namjoon, shy forest nymph!reader, so like,,i need a movie of this asap
split - ( @sombreboy ) smut, snake hybrid!jimin, he has a fORKED tongue and TWO cocks!!!! :D NOW THIS, i remember reading it a long time ago and thinking it was the best hybrid!jimin fic out there, iÂŽve read about him being a cat, a dog, etc but a SNAKE??? now thatÂŽs new, loved it
faded love - ( @jamaisjoons ) angst, fluff, cheating husband!jimin, ceo!jimin. "he doesnât need to say it. because you can feel your husband, park jimin, falling out of love with you." ANGST FESSSTTTT, another one for my personal collection, i love this sm
devotion - ( @borathae) smut, vampire!tae, period sex, multiple orgasms, period blood licking, its a LOT GOING ON I- wow, pls just read it
These Things Take Time - ( @laughing-with-god ) yandere! supernatural tae, gaslighting, gore, horror, ex bf jimin, this is written so well , ghost? tae but not really, doppleganger kinda thing, loved it
let love be enough - ( @jingabitch ) ex-husband!tae, cheater!tae, divorce au, you meet again after 20 years on your daughterÂŽs wedding. YUPPP this is an angst fest right here, probably my favorite tae angsty fic out there, i LOVE IT
the curse of a crush - ( @army-author ) fluff, supernatural au, down bad witch!taehyung, witch!reader, heÂŽs so in love with you he thinks youÂŽve cursed him with a love potion, SO CUTEEE
#bts fic rec#jjk x reader#bts scenario#bts fic#bts imagines#bts fanfic#bts au#bts reactions#bts smut#bts x reader#yandere bts#bts soulmate au#jungkook smut#jeon jungkook#jungkook angst#jungkook x reader#yandere jungkook#jungkook fluff#taehyung smut#taehyung scenario#taehyung fanfic#jimin fluff#jimin smut#park jimin#kim seokjin#seokjin x reader#jin x reader#seokjin smut#yandere hoseok#hoseok x reader
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Don't speak; pjm - Amnesia; 01
Title: Don't speak
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: angst I fluff
Pairing: doctor!reader x businessman!jimin
Warning: So far none but second part will contain smut
Word count: 13.8k
Taglist: @haru-jimiin @maruuchann @graydolan12 @fancypeacepersona @jiminismine4ever @talgiminmin @ukndtwme @purplebeebs @wobblewobble822 @jjkluver7 @polnaraffsrack @santhimariyanbu @bangtan4lifetypeshit @lanyia
(for some reason some tag work some seem to not work?)
Songs to listen to: Wildflower (Billie Eilish), Number one girl (Rose), No sad song for my broken heart (K. Will), Love wins all (IU), My all (Mariah Carey), Hate you (Jungkook), Cindy lou who (Sabrina Carpenter)
Chapter list: ONE - TWO - THREE
Masterlist
The hospital at night transforms into a realm all its own; hushed yet vibrantly alive. The rhythmic beeping of monitors punctuates the air while the soft murmurs of nurses fill the dimly lit corridors. In the on-call room, you lie on the narrow bed, your body spread out but unable to find a comfortable position. Staring at the stained ceiling, sleep feels like a distant luxury, fleeting and just beyond your grasp.
The ghost of the surgery you performed just hours earlier looms heavy in your mindâthe intricate dance of sutures held taut, the charged atmosphere as you clamped a vessel, narrowly averting disaster at the last moment. You can still recall the fleeting panic when the patientâs heartbeat faltered, an alarming silence before the reassuring thrum of stabilization coursed back through the monitors. Even now, the phantom weight of the scalpel rests in your hand, the memory of urgent voices from the operating room echoing in your ears like a haunting lullaby.
You turn onto your side, then back again, as the stiff pillow offers little relief from the weight pressing against your chest. The air is a mix of antiseptic and dirty socks, while exhaustion clings to your bones with an intensity that feels overwhelming. Despite your body's weariness, your mind races in relentless circles. In the operating room, there was a momentâa flicker of hesitationâwhen you thought of him, an unwelcome intrusion into your focus.
Just as you begin to sink into sleep, your phone vibrates against the bedside table, shattering the silence of the night. Heart racing, you reach for it instinctively, glancing at the unknown number that flashes on the screen. âDr. Y/L speaking,â you manage to say, your voice thick with fatigue yet clinging to a thread of professionalism. A pause stretches on the line, heavy with unspoken words.
Then, a voice cuts throughâdeep, familiar. âItâs me, Y/N. Namjoon.â
Your fingers tighten around the phone, a lifeline in a sea of memories. Namjoon. The golden boy of The Seoul Main Hospital, renowned neurosurgeon with hands so steady they could perform miracles. You remember those late-night coffees in the residents' lounge, the way you both argued playfully over patient charts as fatigue gnawed at your resolve. You would swap tired smiles at dawn after long, demanding surgeries, a bond forged in the fires of shared exhaustion. Once, he was a friend, a confidant. But that was two years agoâ a different hospital, a different time, and a version of you that feels as distant as a fading photograph.
âNamjoon?â you echo, tasting his name, trying to ground yourself. âWhy are you calling me?â
"Iâ" His voice falters, hesitant, each word seemingly laced with nervousness. He exhales sharply; the sound weighted with the kind of gravity that instantly raises the hairs on your arms. "I didnât know if I should call you, but I figured you needed to hear it from me." a cold dread settled in your stomach.
"Hear what?"
Thereâs a pause, heavy and deliberate
Namjoon's sigh feels like it carries the weight of the world with it. You can almost visualize him, pinching the bridge of his nose in that familiar gesture, a sign that something terrible is about to be revealed. "Itâs Jimin. He was in an accident tonight."
Your heart stumbles, a lead weight dropping into the pit of your chest. Jimin's name lands like a devastating blow, stirring emotions you thought were long buried. Itâs been a long time since you allowed his name to pass your lips, longer since you permitted yourself to dwell on it. The world outside blurs and tips sideways. You force yourself upright, fingers digging into the fabric of your scrubs as if that might anchor you.
âA bad one,â he continues, his voice taking on a softer tone, laden with what feels too much like sympathy. âBlunt force trauma to the head. He woke up... but he doesnât remember the last five years.â
Five years.
Your mind races, scrambling to connect the dots, counting back through the years. Five years ago, you were still at Seoul Main Hospital, lost in the chaos of residency. Five years ago, you were still signing your name as Park Y/Nâstill tethered to him, still his wife. Five years ago, he still loved you with a fierceness that colored every moment you shared.
Your grip on the phone intensifies to the point where your knuckles whitening from the pressure. âWhat do you mean he doesnât remember?â
It takes all in you not to cringe from the simplicity of the question, after all you are a doctor yourself, a surgeon nevertheless so you knew what memory loss meant but in such situation, you let the mundane side of you speak.
âHe thinks itâs 2021.â Namjoonâs voice is careful, each word measured. âIn his mind, you two just got married. He doesnât remember the divorce. Doesnât remember you leaving. The hospital, his friendsâ even himself, to some extentâ are all fragments heâs struggling to piece together. But thereâs one thing heâs certain about.â
You already know the answer before he says it, and still your chest tightens painfully when he does.
âYou.â
A sharp breath escapes you, shaky and uneven. Your free hand rises, pressing against your forehead as if that might stop the flood of memories rushing in. The late-night drives with music too loud, the stolen kisses during shifts, the whispered promises that turned brittle and broke. The fights. The silence. The emptiness. You had buried it allâ stitched yourself back together with time and distance.
But now?
Now, Jimin is waiting for you. Calling your name in a hospital room you swore youâd never set foot in again, a place that feels like a ghost haunting from the past.
Namjoon speaks again, his voice softer this time, as if to cushion the weight of his words. âI know this is a lot. I wouldnât bring it up if it wasnât necessary. But heâs struggling, Y/N. And right now, the only person who can make sense of this for him is you.â
You shake your head, even though he canât see you. âI donâtââ Your voice catches on the rawness in your throat. âI donât know if I can do this, Namjoon.â
Thereâs a moment of silence and when he finally speaks, his tone is imbued with a gentleness that makes your chest ache all the more. âI get it. But I also know you. Youâd never turn your back on someone who needs you, no matter how hard it is to face the past. And like it or not, Jimin needs you.â
Your eyes squeeze shut, but it does nothing to stop the burning behind them.
The call ends, but the silence left behind is deafening. The weight of Namjoonâs words settles into your bones, unraveling years of carefully built distance. Pulling you back to a time and place you swore youâd never return to.
Jimin doesnât remember.
To him, you are still his wife.
You press the heels of your palms against your forehead, willing yourself to breathe, to think. But how can you, when the past has just clawed its way back into your life without warning? You should say no. You should stay here, in this hospital where no one calls you Miss Park. Where no one looks at you and sees only the action that led to your downfall.
But Jimin needs you. And despite everything, despite the years and the pain and the reasons you left, you donât know how to turn your back on him.
It takes a long time to come to terms with it, long enough that dawn begins to creep into the night, washing the world in pale blue light. You sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall, the decision forming in the spaces between your breath. Before you can change your mind, you grab your coat and keys, pushing the sane part of your brain as you make your way to the parking lot.
The drive to hospital is painfully familiar. Each turn, each street, each stoplight carries the ghosts of a life you abandoned. The cafĂ© where you used to meet Jimin between shifts. The intersection where you once argued about something so trivial you canât even remember it now, but you remember the way he pulled you close afterward, murmuring an apology against your temple.
With every mile, the ache grows heavier. By the time the hospital comes into view, it feels like itâs sitting in your throat, impossible to swallow. Seoul Main Hospital looms just as it always hasâtall, pristine, a monument to both miracles and tragedies. You sit in the car for a moment, gripping the steering wheel, trying to steady yourself. But thereâs no preparing for this, no way to brace against the flood of memories pressing in from all sides. Then, before you can convince yourself to turn around, you step out and walk through the entrance.
The scent of lavender hits you firstâso achingly familiar it almost knocks the breath out of you. The same nurses at the front desk, the same hum of machines, the same too-bright fluorescent lights. Time has moved forward, but Seoul Main hasnât changed. And neither have the people.
You donât make it far before you nearly collide with someone rounding the corner. Strong hands catch your arms, steadying you before you can stumble, and thenâ
âY/N?â
Your heart drops.
Taemin.
Of all the people to run into, it had to be him.
His dark eyes widen, surprise flickering across his face before something softer takes its place. His mouth parts as he takes you in, two years apart condensed into a single-breathless moment. He looks almost the same. Sharp lines, composed stance, but thereâs weariness there now, a carefulness in the way he regards you.
You try to speak, but the words catch in your throat. Because Taemin isnât just an old friend. He isnât just your former coworker.
He was there.
He was with you that night, standing there as the world came undone. He saw it all. The moment you hesitated, the precise second the weight of it all crashed down on you. The moment you lost not only the battle, but your husband. Your career. The life you had built from the ground up.
And now, standing in front of him again, it feels like no time has passed at all.
âY/N,â Taemin says again, softer this time. âYou came.â
You swallow hard, barely nodding. âI⊠I heard about Jimin.â
His expression shifts to sympathy. âYeah,â he murmurs. âItâs⊠complicated.â
You huff out a bitter laugh. âIt always is, isnât it?â
For a moment, neither of you speaks. The hospital buzzes around you, doctors and nurses moving past, conversations blending into background noise. But between you and Taemin, the past stretches, heavy and unspoken.
Then, finally, he sighs. âCome on,â he says, tilting his head toward the elevators. âHeâs been asking for you.â
And just like that, thereâs no turning back.
The elevator ride to the third floor is silent, but the weight of it is deafening. Taemin stands beside you, his hands tucked into the pockets of his white coat, his gaze forward, unreadable. You donât ask questions, not yet. Youâre still trying to steady yourself, still trying to make sense of the fact that youâre here at all.
The doors slide open with a soft chime, revealing a hallway much quieter than the rest of the hospital. You immediately notice the difference, no nurses rushing between rooms, no patients wheeling IV stands across the linoleum floors. Itâs eerily still. Private. Of course it is. Jiminâs parents wouldnât allow anything less.
As Taemin leads you forward, your eyes land on the small group gathered just outside a room. Namjoon stands among them, his voice low and tense, a worry etched deeply across his brow. Beside him, Mr. and Mrs. Park cling to each other, their faces drawn and weary, shadows of concern weighing heavily on their features. Yet itâs the woman slightly apart from them that causes your breath to catch in your throat.
Sheâs around your age, long blond hair, dressed in a simple blouse and skirt, her hands wrung tightly in front of her. Thereâs an unmistakable sadness in her posture, the way her shoulders shake just slightly as Namjoon speaks. Taemin slows his steps, as if sensing the exact moment, you realize who she is.
He exhales, rubbing the back of his neck, before saying, carefully, âThatâs Rose. Jiminâs girlfriend.â
The name hits harder than it should.
Rose.
Your fingers tighten around the straps of your bang, a thousand emotions colliding all at once. Itâs not jealousyâno, itâs something messier, something you canât quite name. Youâre trying to understand her, this woman who loves the same man you do, the woman who is grieving him in a similar manner you had two years ago. She has every right to be here. More than you do, even. And yet, the moment your eyes settle on the way she wipes at her tears, the way Namjoonâs expression remains firm but gentle, something uneasy knots in your chest.
âHe doesnât remember her,â Taemin says quietly, as if reading your mind. âHe only remembers you.â
You donât know what to do with that.
Before you can even process it, Namjoon looks up and sees you. His lips part slightly, relief flickering across his face. Mr. and Mrs. Park turn next, their expressions unreadable, a mix of emotions so tangled you canât decipher them. Then Rose looks up and everything stills.
For a moment, itâs just the two of you, staring at each other across the distance, across the years neither of you shared but are now inexplicably tied to. Her eyes, still glistening with unshed tears, widen ever so slightly at the sight of you. Yet, there is no animosity in her gaze. No fury lies beneath the surface. Instead, you find an unexpected understanding, aa quiet sorrow.
She knows who you are.
Of course she does.
And yet, none of them say anything at first. The air between you all is thick with grief, resentment, and lastly relief. His parents stand rigid and unreadable, their gazes flickering between you and the closed door. His motherâs lips are pressed together, her hands clutched in front of her as if she doesnât know whether to reach for you or recoil. His father, ever the composed figure, only nods stiffly in acknowledgment.
It has been years since you last laid eyes on them since that fateful night when you signed the divorce papers, convinced that walking away was the antidote for both you and Jimin. You had hoped, perhaps naively, that he would find his path to happiness without you. Yet, here you stand, summoned back into a life you both loved and hated.
Finally, Namjoon sighs and glances toward the door. âWe had to sedate him. When we tried to explain what happened these past five years, the divorce and all. He just wouldnât accept it and completely lost it. We had no choice.â
You understood but you couldnât help but feel sadness and pity for how it all went down. You prayed, as you drove to the hospital, that in a far lighter scenario he would just accept the current situation. You steal a glance at his parents, searching for somethingâblame, sorrow, anger. But all you find is exhaustion, their shoulders drooping under the weight of the current events. Jiminâs mother finally speaks, her voice quiet but raw. âHe keeps asking for you.â
Thereâs no accusation in her tone only an invitation, laced with the heartache of a mother witnessing her child suffer. Your love fell apart. Harsh words were spoken, one that tore the matrimony you once swore by. However, in the fractured corners of his mind, you are still the person he reaches for.
A sharp ache stabs at your chest, unfamiliar and unwelcome. The hallway feels smaller, the walls pressing in. The past and present fold into each other, tangled and inescapable. A long time ago you had so much to tell them, beg for their forgiveness but now it all felt empty. Stretched and overdue.
Finally, you exhale, forcing down the turmoil clawing at your ribs. âTake me to him.â
Just as Namjoon reaches for the door handle, a soft voice cuts through the tension. âY/N.â
You freeze.
Jiminâs mother steps forward, her face carrying years of quiet strength, but now, itâs lined sorrw. A sorrow that is not just for her son, but for you too. Her lips tremble slightly as she looks at you, and when she reaches out, her fingers barely graze your arm, hesitant, unsure if she still has the right.
âThank you for coming,â she says, âI know this isnât easy for you. And I know⊠I know how things ended between you and Jimin. But you were my daughter once. And I never stoppedââ She cuts herself off, pressing her lips together, shaking her head as if willing herself not to say more.
You stand there, awash in her words, unsure how to respond. Each syllable settles in your chest like stones, weighing you down into a part of yourself that had once ached to hear such affirmation. You had lost so much more than a husband; you had lost a family, a sense of belonging. You try to speak, but nothing comes out.
And then thereâs Jiminâs father.
He hasnât said a word. Hasnât even properly looked at you except when you arrived. But you can feel it in the way his gaze remains fixed somewhere beyond you, as if acknowledging this whole charade would be too much. But he doesnât leave. He doesnât dismiss you. And that, in itself, is enough to tell you that despite everything, despite the past, despite the divorce, he is grateful. Even if he will never say it.
You swallow against the lump in your throat and give Jiminâs mother a small nod before turning back to Namjoon. âLetâs go in.â
The door opens with a quiet creak, and the moment you step inside, the air shifts.
The room is dim, the soft glow of the heart monitor casting faint shadows against the white walls. Itâs quiet, save for the steady rhythm of beeping machines and the slow, measured breaths of the man lying in the hospital bed.
Jimin.
For a moment, all you can do is stare.
Heâs changed.
The last time you saw him, he had been drowning in anger, exhaustion present on his face, coldness in his eyes cutting you in half. Certain bitterness laced in every word he threw your way just to break you apart. He had been a man hardened by betrayal, by the weight of something that neither of you had been able to fix. His once short black hair has grown out, falling just past his ears, dyed a striking silver. The very color you had once told him would suit him. You donât know if itâs a cruel coincidence or some distant echo of your past influence, but the sight of it makes something in your chest tighten.
Heâs thinner, but not in the way that suggests neglect. His features are more refined, more mature, as if the years have shaped him into someone softer, calmer. He looksâ
Healthy.
Happier.
Or at least, he had been. The thought makes your stomach twist. As you step closer, the slight movement stirs him. His brows knit together for a moment, and then, slowly, his eyelids flutter open. You barely have time to brace yourself before his gaze lands on you. And just like that, time stops. For a single breath, neither one of you move. You expect confusion. Uncertainty. Maybe even the remnants of sedation dulling his awareness but instead, what you see makes the air leave your lungs.
Love.
Itâs clear, as bright as day, as if the last five years never happened. As if the last time he looked at you wasnât with coldness and hate, but with the warmth of a man still deeply, undeniably in love with his wife. And itâs that, more than anything, makes your chest ache for the contrast is too much. The last picture of Jimin that nested itself in your mind, was of him turning his back and walking away with a lawyer hot at his tail, not even sparing you a second glance.
But now?
Now, heâs looking at you like youâre his world. Like he still belongs to you, and you to him.
Your hands tremble at your sides.
And all you can think isâ
What the hell am I supposed to do now?
The moment Jiminâs gaze fully registers you, his entire face lights up, and a breathless, disbelieving laugh escapes him. His eyes sparkle as he laughs again, wet and shaky, before turning to Namjoon with something akin to relief, as if he had been drowning and was finally coming up for air.
âYou see? You see, Namjoon?â His voice is hoarse, thick with tears that havenât yet fallen. âI told you; you were crazy. You were all crazy! How could you even suggest that Y/N and I divorced? Look at herââ He turns back to you, drinking you in like a man who had been lost in the dark for years and had finally found his light. âSheâs here. Standing right in front of me. Like an angel.â
The way he says it, with so much conviction, so much certainty, grows buds of sadness in your chest. Jimin doesnât know.
Jimin doesnât remember.
You try to remind yourself when he blinks suddenly, as if something just occurred to him, his brows furrowing slightly. âBut⊠why arenât you wearing scrubs?â His fingers brush against the fabric of your coat, as if checking to see if his eyes are deceiving him.
âDid you come from home? No, wait, that doesnât make sense. You work late night shifts. Why would you? Wouldnât you visit me sooââ
And before you can stop him, before you can pull away, he takes your hands in his, pressing them firmly between his palms as if to ground himself. The warmth of his skin sears through you, and thenâ
A kiss.
Soft. Reverent. Planted right on the top of your embraced hands.
You nearly recoil, but you canât. You canât.
âGod, youâre so beautiful,â Jimin murmurs, his voice thick with emotion, his lips still lingering against your skin. âI missed you.â
The storm inside you rages, but you force yourself to smile, to swallow down the nausea creeping up your throat. Because this isnât about you. This is about him.
He rambles, his words tumbling out one after another, unstoppable, like a dam breaking. His love is overwhelming, suffocating, because it doesnât belong here, not now, not anymore.
And thenâ
âHowâs your residency going?â
The question slams into you like a freight train.
Residency.
Your mind reels, trying to piece together the timeline, trying to remember who you were five years ago, who you were when Jimin still loved you, when he still saw you as his wife. Because the truth is, youâre not a resident anymore. Youâre a fellow now. But if you tell him that, if you let him realize how much time has passed, how much has changed, how much more will he break? So, you lie.
Or at least, you shape the truth. âThe job is⊠going well,â you say carefully, forcing a small smile.
Jimin hums in agreement, nodding sleepily, his grip on your hand loosening. âYeah⊠I know. Youâll get through it, though. Youâre brilliant. You always were.â His eyes flutter shut for a moment before he forces them open again, his body betraying his exhaustion. âI feel a little⊠out of it.â
You exhale, instinctively reaching up to brush his hair back from his forehead. âThatâs normal. You just had surgery. Sleep it off. Youâll feel better after some rest.â
Jimin sighs, content, as his eyes finally slip closed. And then, just as heâs teetering on the edge of unconsciousnessâ
âI love you.â
You stop breathing.
It takes everything in you not to yank your hand away, not to rip yourself from the room and run. You feel sick. You feel trapped. You feel wrong because Jimin isnât saying those words to you, not really. Heâs saying them to the ghost of who you were, the woman he still thinks you are.
You donât say it back.
Instead, you wait until his breathing evens out, until the slow, steady beeping of the monitor tells you that heâs truly asleep, and then without a word you step away and leave the room.
The moment the door closes behind you, the weight of everything crashes into you all at once. The air is too thick, your chest too tight, and suddenly, you canât breathe.
âWhat the hell am I doing?â The words spill out in a choked whisper before you even realize youâre speaking. You stagger back against the wall with your hands trembling and your heart hammering against your ribs like itâs trying to escape. âThis⊠this was a mistake.â
Namjoon steps forward cautiously, his eyes laced with concern. âY/Nââ
âNo.â You shake your head frantically, the panic rising and the nausea clawing its way up your throat. âWhatâs the point of this? What do you want from me? Am I supposed to justâjust lie to him until he recovers? And then what? Watch as his entire world crumbles all over again?â
âY/Nââ
âAndâand how the hell are we supposed to tell him about that night?â The memory is a gut punch, slicing through the panic with something even worse grief. âHe doesnât even know that, Namjoon. He thinks weâre still married. If he knew the truthââ Your voice catches, and you shake your head, pressing your knuckles hard against your lips to keep yourself from sobbing.
Namjoon looks like he wants to say something, but for once, he doesnât have an answer. Because there is no answer. There is no right way to fix this.
Taemin, silent until now, finally steps in, placing a firm hand on your shoulder. âCome with us,â he says, his voice calm but unyielding. âYou need to sit down.â
You let them guide you away. Your legs are unsteady beneath you while your mind still spinning, still screaming at you to leave before you get sucked in too deep. Behind you, in the hallway, Jiminâs parents remain rooted in place. Mrs. Park clutches at her husbandâs sleeve, her heavy breaths of worry, while Mr. Park stares at the floor, unmoving. Rose stands just beside them, her eyes red and puffy, but fixed firmly on you.
Because they all know. They all know that the only thing holding Jimin together right now, his only anchor in this storm is you.
And if you breakâŠ
He will too.
The walk to Namjoonâs office is silent, the weight of everything pressing down on you like a boulder strapped to your chest. Each step feels heavier than the last, your mind occupied with everything that just happened. Tlook in Jiminâs eyes, the way he said I love you, the way you couldnât even breathe in that moment. You feel sick, hollow, like a stranger in your own body, but you keep walking, following Namjoon and Taemin as if on autopilot.
Once inside, Namjoon moves with practiced ease, filling the electric kettle on his desk and preparing tea. The office smells faintly of manâs cologne and old books, the same as it always did back when you worked here. Itâs strange how nothing about this place has changed, yet everything about you has.
âHere,â Namjoon says softly, pressing a warm mug into your hands. He sits on the chair opposite of you, hands rummaging through a stack of papers on the desk between you. He fishes out a smaller bundle of papers, pushing the rest aside. Your eyes catch Jiminâs name, and it doesnât take long for you to connect the dots. He was looking for his chart. You divert your stare to the tea as he begins to explain.
âJimin was out drinking,â he starts, running a tired hand through his hair. âIt wasnât anything out of the ordinary, but he was⊠out of it that night. More than usual. He got behind the wheel and crashed into a pole. Luckily no one else was hurt, but he hit the steering wheel hard enough to blank out on the spot.â He exhales, shaking his head. âHe needed surgery, his lungs bruised; his pelvis broken but we thought his head was fine. The CT scans didnât show any major trauma. So, when he woke up with amnesia⊠it was a shock. A huge one. What puzzles me is the way the amnesia presents itself.â
Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck, a gesture of his growing confusion as he tried to sort through the complexities of Jimin's amnesia.
âItâs strange,â he said, glancing between you and Taemin, his brow furrowed in deep thought. âIn most cases Iâve dealt with amnesia presents itself in similar patternâpatients either lose all their memories or they canât recall the details surrounding the accident, or sometimes they struggle to store new memories entirely. But Jimin... itâs like heâs stuck in this limbo where just these five years are just... faded, while others remain.â
You skim the chart from afar. âYouâre saying you donât know if heâll ever recover his memories?â
He shook his head, frustration bubbling under the surface. âItâs not typical retrograde amnesia. ItâsâŠâ He sighs. âI was going to explain, but I forgotâcardio surgeon or not, youâve been under my supervision before. You probably already know.â
You nod slowly. You remember those long, exhausting nights during your residency, when you rotated under Namjoonâs department, learning about neurological cases even though your heart was always set on cardiothoracic surgery. You remember studying memory loss, trauma-induced dissociation, the way the mind protects itself in moments of deep distress.
âI know,â you murmur.
For a moment, Namjoon smiles, almost nostalgic. âRight. Back then, you used to be stuck to my side like glue. And then Kwon stole you.â
You let out a soft, breathless chuckle, the memory of your old mentor pulling you away from neurosurgery flashing in your mind. But itâs fleeting, disappearing the second Taemin shifts beside you.
âWe should focus on Jimin,â he reminds.
Namjoonâs expression sobers as he nods. âRight. The best path to recoveryâfor nowâis to let him live in the past. Physically, he needs time to heal, and mentally⊠we must be careful. If we overwhelm him, it could do more harm than good.â
Your stomach churns. âSo, we justâŠ. lie?â
Namjoon exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. âI know it sounds awful, but think about it, Y/N. Jimin values stability. If we tell him everything now about the divorce, about the past five years. I fear heâs going to spiral. Heâs already been sedated once today because he couldnât handle the truth. Do you really want to put him through that again?â
You donât have an answer.
Because of course you donât want to see Jimin suffer but this doesnât feel right either.
Jimin has always valued honesty, even in the worst possible moments. He never liked sugarcoated words or half-truths. He would rather face the brutal reality than be protected by a lie. If he knew what the three of you were deciding right now⊠would he ever forgive you?
âI donât think this is the right choice,â you say finally, voice quiet but firm. âLying wonât get us anywhere. Itâll only hurt him more in the end.â
Taemin, who has been mostly silent, suddenly shakes his head. âI disagree.â
You turn to him, surprised. âWhy?â
But he doesnât answer. Not fully. He just looks at you, something unreadable flickering across his face, before glancing away. Namjoon watches the exchange, then sighs. âFor now, letâs just focus on what we can do. We need to make sure Jiminâs body recovers first. His memories⊠thatâs something weâll deal with later.â
You nod, even though unease lingers in your chest. This felt like a slippery slope, one mistake could create a domino effect that might of a greater scale than you three anticipated. You thought two years could easily be filled but now you struggle with one simple question that slips out.
âWhere is he staying?â
Namjoon hesitates, and itâs Taemin who answers.
âHis apartment.â
Your throat tightens. âOur apartment?â
Taemin looks away. âNo. He moved out. Last year.â
You stare at him, pulse pounding. âThenââ
âHe moved in with Rose.â
The words hit you like a slap. For a moment, you canât breathe. He really moved on. You saw it a few minutes ago, or rather you saw her. You knew that, had accepted it immediately or at least, you thought you had. But hearing it now, in this context, after the way he had looked at you just minutes ago, makes something inside of break.
Taemin shifts uncomfortably, as if realizing how much his words hurt you. âHe⊠he was planning to sell the apartment. He told me he would. But I donât know if he actually did.â
You barely know what to do with this information. It seems like it was Taeminâs mission for tonight to leave you speechless.
Namjoon watches you carefully. âY/N⊠can you do this?â
You donât know but the worst part is, you donât think you have a choice. You were a goner the moment he his lips laid a kiss on your touch starved body. You never even knew how much youâve missed his gentle touch until you felt it, and now you were eager to prologue it. Like an addict.
You take a deep breath and forces herself to come to terms with the situation. There is no other way. You already came, he saw you, the decision was already made, and you must see it through. As much as it twists your insides, lying to Jimin is the only way to ensure his recovery. Namjoon and Taemin stand beside you, unwavering in their support, and for a moment you feel a sliver of comfort in knowing you are not alone in this.
Together, the three of you return to Jiminâs parents. The tension still lingering in the air like an unspoken burden. Taemin brings up the apartment, cautiously testing the waters, and before anyone else can speak, Jiminâs father interjects.
âHis old apartment?â Jimin's father frowned, his brow furrowed.
âAre you sure this is the right choice?â Jimin's mother asked, concern etched on her face. âWhat if it brings up things he isnât ready to face?â Taemin locked eyes with her, resolute. âI promise weâll take it slowly. We wonât push him past what he can handle. But I believe he needs this familiarity to help guide him back.â
Namjoon butts in adding a blanket of security to the sudden decision. âThe familiarity of the old place could trigger something in him, jolt his memories.â
You notice Rose take a deep breath before she interjects. âAbout the apartmentâŠâ she said, her voice steady but soft, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. âI know Jimin hasn't sold it.â
Jimin's mother looked at her, surprise flickering in her eyes. âHe didnât sell it? Why would he hold onto it after everything?â
Rose shrugged before continuing, her voice laced with mutual confusion. âJimin had a change of heart at the last minute. He was supposed to tell me why that night⊠before the accident.â
Her words settle heavily between you all. Itâs clear that even she is struggling to comprehend everything unfolding before her. She recognizes the silence as an offer to continue so she does giving more information. âHe told me he gave the keys to Hoseok. Iâll ask him.â
The mention of Hoseok jolts something inside of you. The last time she saw him was at the funeral. He had stood beside you, quiet but present, offering you words of comfort that you never truly understood. You did the right thing, he had said. Your friendship had always been a strange oneâgood, but distant.
âIâll reach out to him,â you say, surprising even yourself.
Rose blinks clearly caught off guard. For a moment, there is nothing but silence between you before Rose simply nods. Namjoon feeling the tension growing with each question, suggests that Jiminâs parents and Rose head home for the night. They have been here all day, exhausted and overwhelmed. Reluctantly, they agree and begin making their way out, though you can sense their hesitation.
Once they leave, you turn to Namjoon. âIâll talk to Hoseok in the morning. Right now, I need to go home and pack. If weâre going to do this, I need my things there.â
Taemin offers to help, but you decline, needing space to process everything alone. Namjoon, understanding, gently takes you hand, his touch warm and steady. âThank you,â he murmurs, echoing the gratitude of Jiminâs parents.
As you step outside, ready to leave, you are startled to find Jiminâs father waiting by your car. You hesitate, expecting coldness or arrogance, but instead, he awkwardly thanks you. The words are strained but sincere. âIâll call Chief Leeteuk tomorrow and arrange for your transfer back to Seoul Main Hospital,â he adds. âUntil Jimin recovers.â
The weight of his words crashes over you. Only now do you fully grasp the scale of this situation, the immense disruption not just to your life but to the lives of so many others.
You shake your head. âIâll figure something out. Maybe take time off workââ
âThat wonât be necessary,â he cuts in. âYou know this hospital inside and out. You can continue your work here.â
You want to argue, but you see the resolution in his eyes. Eventually, you sigh, nodding. âIâll think about it.â
He hands you his business card. âCall this number when you decide.â
With that, they part ways, and you drive home with a mind drowned in thoughts.
When you reach the apartment, you pull out three large suitcases and begin to pack. There was no point in postponing the inevitable. The simple act of folding clothes and placing them into bags feels mechanical, almost numbing. At some point, you open a bottle of red wine, pouring yourself a glass to steady your nerves. Then, it dawns on you that you never informed her hospital of the sudden departure.
Grabbing your phone, you dial your best friendâs number.
âY/N! What the hell happened? You just disappeared!â
âSomething came up. A family matter. Iâll tell you more about it tomorrow.â Itâs not a lie, not entirely, and explaining further requires energy you donât have.
Wendy hums, suspicious but doesnât press. âWell, good thing Yoongi covered for you. Took in your cases without a second thought.â
That catches you off guard. âHe⊠did?â
It wasnât surprising that Yoongi stepped in occasionally but for him to do on his own accord without refusal at first was strange. He seemed stand offish at times, opting to keep to himself for dealing with others was too much for him so he rarely took on otherâs shifts or cases.
âYeah. Honestly, I donât know why you two never explored the waters.â, Wendy teases. âHeâs totally your knight in shining armor.â
You sputter, face heating up. âItâs not like that.â
âOh, please.â
You and he shared an undeniable chemistry that others noticed right from the start of your fellowship. While you both excelled in different fields, you worked exceptionally well together when cases required collaboration, often finishing each other's sentences and actions. The two of you were described as a "twisted duo," a description you felt fit Yoongi far better than it fit you. However, Wendy insisted that you were unaware of how spookily well the telepathy between you and him worked. Hence the twisted duo name.
As Wendy continues to tease, you suddenly feel overwhelmed, thoughts spiraling back to Jimin. The contrast between past and present is suffocating. You offer her a poor excuse and hurriedly end the call, gulping down the rest of the wine.
You continue packing until your hands brush against a familiar box. You catch your breath, knowing exactly whatâs inside before you even open it. Old photographs stare back at you. Thereâs Jimin smiling on your first date, pulling you close during your trip to Rome. Thereâs a picture of him at Hoseokâs wedding, so drunk that you barely managed to get him into the car afterward. That memory is one of your favorites; despite his intoxicated state, he was utterly smitten with you and the way you looked in that dress. He couldnât keep his hands to himself all night, making you feel embarrassed when an elderly couple shot you a disapproving look. But all of that faded in comparison to his love confession when you helped him into the seat and buckled him up. At first, you ignored it, thinking it was just the alcohol talking, but he repeated it over and over, even going so far as to open the window and shout to the car next to you just how much in love he was.
Memories flood you all at once, raw and unbearable. You trace the images, fingers trembling. And thenâyou break.
Tears spill freely, chest heaving with sobs. Now when you are face with all of mess, with the cruel irony of Jiminâs memory loss, you realize just how deep the wounds still run.
As you cry and cry until you have no tears left to shed.
-
When morning comes, you wake up and immediately spring into action. Searching through your phone, you scan for Hoseokâs number. One of many you rarely dialed after the split. When your fingers land on his name, you press the call button, heart pounding as you wait. A few seconds later, a familiar voice answers, your name spoken in disbelief.
You greet him, albeit awkwardly. Two years have passed since you last spoke but thereâs no point in skirting around the issue. âHave you heard about Jimin?â you ask.
Hoseok sighs. âI heard about the accident. Last time I checked with his parents, he was still in surgery. I wanted to call again, butâŠâ he trails off before explaining that his twins have been sick, keeping him and his wife occupied. âI was planning to check in this morning.â
You pause at the mention of his children. Memories of Hoseok and his wifeâs struggle to become parents resurface, and for a moment you forget why you even called. Regaining your focus, you congratulate him before quickly summarizing the situation.
Hoseok listens in silence before finally speaking. âAnd whatâs the plan?â
You hesitate but tell him the truth about making Jimin live in the past until he fully recovers. To your surprise, Hoseok much like Taemin, agrees with the idea of you taking care of Jimin.
âYouâre the only one who can do this,â he says simply. âIâll leave the key at the front desk at hospital after I visit Jimin.â
You thank him, and the call ends. With a deep breath, you load your suitcases into the trunk of your car and then dial the number Jiminâs father gave you. He picks up in mere seconds.
âIâll take the transfer,â you tell him, knowing thereâs no point in resisting. Working at another hospital wouldnât make sense under these circumstances.
His father sounds relieved. âIâll handle all the paperwork and reach out to your chief.â
After thanking him, you drive to your hospital, needing to wrap up loose ends. As you pull up to the entrance, you spot Yoongi outside, cigarette in hand. He smirks at you and wordlessly offers a cigarette despite knowing you donât smoke. It was a going on joke between you two. A mockery of your statement that âThe fault in our starsâ wasnât as corny as Yoongi describes it. After that he never lets you live down the quote about the cigarette.
You roll your eyes but canât help the small smile. Yoongi still doesnât ask why you werenât there last night, instead giving you space to explain on your own terms. And so, taking a deep breath, you do. You tell him about Jiminâs accident, the amnesia, and the transfer. You half expect him to be upset, but he only nods in understanding.
Your relationship with Yoongi has been⊠complicated. It started a year ago, the result of one too many drinks after celebrating a successful surgery. Since then, youâve kept things casual, just two people filling each otherâs lonely nights. There were no expectations, no strings. However, when he agrees with Taemin and Namjoon, supporting this decision, you feel an unexpected pang of something you canât quite place.
As you both step inside, Yoongi teases, âMaybe this is exactly what you need.â
You frown, trying to decipher his words but thereâs no time to dwell. Almost immediately, nurse Layla rush toward you, handing you charts. Your mentee, San trails behind, listing off patients and conditions until you stop him.
âThereâs been a change of plans,â you say, glancing at him. âIâm being transferred to Seoul Main for a while.â
Sanâs face falls. âButâŠ. but I want to keep learning under you.â
You sigh, touched but resolute. âIâll be back.â
He doesnât seem convinced, but thereâs nothing more you can do. Handing him the charts, you instruct him to wait for Dr. Schuberâs call before heading toward the chiefâs office. When you step into his office, Leeteukâs on the phone, his usual stern features softened with amusement. His laughter echoes lightly before his tone shifts into something more serious. "I understand," he says into the receiver. "Iâll help as much as I can." His eyes lift to yours as he gestures for you to take a seat. You settle in waiting for him to finish.
When he finally hangs up, he leans back in his chair, eyes filled with something akin to sympathy. "I spoke with Mr. Park," he begins, "I heard what happened. Iâm truly sorry about Jimin." He doesnât linger on the subject, respecting the weight of it, and instead moves on, pulling out a piece of paper and scribbling something down. "The official reason for your transfer is the lack of fellows at Seoul Main. Theyâre understaffed, while here we have three people under each mentor. It makes sense."
You exhale, nodding. "Thank you, Chief. I wonât let you down. Iâll do my best at Seoul Main."
Leeteukâs lips curl into a proud smile. "I expect nothing less."
A warm sensation spreads in your chest as you leave his office. The bittersweet feeling of leaving, of change, settles over you.
You make your way to the surgeonsâ rest lounge, where you spot Wendy sprawled on one of the beds, her scrubs wrinkled from exhaustion as she focuses on a post-op chart. "General surgery is a pain in the ass," she groans the moment she spots you. "Shouldâve been a dermatologist."
You chuckle, taking a seat beside her. "Rough night?"
"Try night from hell. Some teenager came in with severe abdominal pain. His parents were a nightmare, demanding every test possible. Turns out, the kid had something shoved up his ass but was too ashamed to admit it. Can you believe that?" She rubs her temple in frustration. "Yoongi tried to warn him that after surgery his parents would know â I mean who wouldnât notice their child canât sit on their ass â but the kid begged us to come up with a cover story."
You wince in secondhand embarrassment. "And this is exactly why I chose cardio."
Wendy snorts. "Please, like you donât have weird cases. Didnât you start in neuro before switching?"
You shrug. "At least no oneâs shoving things into their brain or heart."
Wendy grins. "Tell that to the kid who inhaled a whole ass ball and had to have it surgically removed from his nasal cavity."
You shake your head with a laugh. "Still better than a sex toy in their ass." You pause, a smirk tugging at your lips.
âNot gonna lie, trauma surgeons are saints. I could never stand there, get a CT done and see an object, clearly intended for pleasure, inserted where it shouldnât be. And keep a straight face.â
You wanted to explain to Wendy that unlike other surgeons, any topic related to sex only made her laugh her ass off â pun fully intended. If you had to list any flaw of hers on the resume, that would be the top one, laughing during awkward moments. You could start listing of all the times that go her in trouble but then youâd be staying here until the next year.
Then, shifting gears, you exhale and tell her about your transfer, detailing everything that happened last night. Much like with Yoongi, you recount how Namjoon called, the accident, and then the part that makes you hesitate, Jimin has a girlfriend.
âY/N,â Wendy said, leaning in closer. âItâs understandable but you know itâs been two years, right? Life keeps going, even when weâre not ready for it. Itâs only natural that he would have moved on.â
âYeah, I get that,â you replied, voice thick with frustration.
Wendy studies you, a thoughtful expression on her face. âAnd what about you, Y/N? Youâve been hanging out with Yoongi a lot. I know you I turn a blind eye often, but youâre sleeping together. â
You roll your eyes knowing well enough how the situation between you two was vastly different. For starters no labels were used and heck you didnât even know where Yoongi lived, most of the time you hung out at your apartment. âItâs not like that with Yoongi. Weâve just found comfort in each otherâs company, nothing more.â
âCome on, donât tell me knowing his dick size and meeting his brother is just keeping each other companyâ Wendy teased, attempting to lighten the mood.
Okay so you knew the ins and outs of Doctor Yoongi, and perhaps you had the chance to meet his brother but, in your defense, it was a total coincidence. His brother had a mild heart attack and Yoongi ever so praising of your skills directed him to you so in conclusion you knew his brother as Mr. Min, your patient not as Yoongiâs older brother Yeon.
âItâs just messy. Here I am, dealing with Jiminâs memories and feelings, and I canât just ignore that. It feels wrong.â
âLife is messy, sweetie,â Wendy said, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. âBut youâre strong enough to figure it out. You just need time.â
âI know I need time,â you sigh, staring down at the bed. âIâm just sorry for leaving my shift. I didnât mean to abandon you.â
Wendy shrugged, a playful twinkle in her eye. âPlease, donât worry about it. Yoongi and I have your back. Trust me, we covered for you. Just take things easy, okay? You have enough on your plate without stressing about work.â
âThanks, Wendy,â you said, a small smile breaking through your worry. âI donât know what Iâd do without you.â
Just as you were about to yap a bit more about the situation your phone buzzes. Namjoonâs name flashes on the screen. Jimin is waking up. You should be here. A wave of nerves rolls through you. You quickly type out a response, telling him youâre on your way.
Wendy watches you carefully. "So, are we postponing girlsâ night?"
You nod. "Until this whole mess settles."
She smirks. "Figures. Just promise me you wonât take any shit from anyone at Seoul Main. You know how male-dominated the field surgery is."
You chuckle. "I was expecting a speech about Jimin."
Wendy shrugs. "Honestly I feel like my emotional capacity is reaching its limits. That little sucker used most of it and you got like 20%. Anyway, donât forget about us while youâre there."
A lump forms in your throat at the thought of leaving again, of facing Jimin again. Wendy nudges you toward the door. "Go. I need sleep before I start hallucinating."
As you were about to leave the room you heart Wendy half-whisper. âIf you see any hot dudes, be sure to send me their pictures.â
You chuckle, steeling yourself before heading out.
When you arrive, Namjoon is waiting at the front desk standing beside a man you donât recognize. As you approach, Namjoon greets you with a small smile. "Y/N, this is Dr. Kyungsoo, neurosurgeon. I asked him to consult on Jiminâs case."
Kyungsoo stands by your side, noticeably a head shorter than Namjoon. His short black hair frames his face neatly, and his plump lips give him a slightly prominent and inviting look. His big doe-like brown eyes seem to take in everything with a serious intensity, giving him a contemplative aura. However, as he greets you, a big smile breaks across his face, instantly softening his demeanor and making him appear much younger than the serious expression that lingered just moments before.
You shake hands with him before Namjoon hands you a pager and a key card. "This will give you access to the third floor, where Jimin is, as well as the surgeonsâ lounges. Only a handful of nurses know about Jiminâs condition." He hesitates for a second. "Youâll be happy to know that Jisoo is one of them."
A strange feeling twists in your gut. It reminds you too much of seeing Taemin again, Jisoo had been there that night. You school your features and nod, absorbing the information. Namjoon starts explaining the layout of the hospital, but you cut him off with a teasing grin. "I left two years ago, not twelve."
He chuckles. "Feels like twelve."
The three of you step into the elevator. As it ascends, Kyungsoo and Namjoon discuss the possible causes of Jiminâs amnesia. You listen but focus on steadying your nerves. When the doors open, a rush of dĂ©jĂ vu washes over you. Jiminâs parents are there, his father on the phone, his mother sitting beside Rose, their hands clasped tightly.
You greet them, but your gaze barely lingers on Rose. Thereâs an unspoken tension between you, a mutual uncertainty on how to act around each other. Namjoon introduces Kyungsoo to Jiminâs parents, giving you the perfect excuse to slip past them and into the room.
Jimin is standing by the window, watching the sky shift outside, the colors melding like the emotions swirling in his heart. Thereâs no television, no phone. Namjoon thought too much information at once might overwhelm him, but Jimin has one focus: you. When he turns and sees you, his face illuminates with an almost otherworldly smile, as if your presence alone brings warmth to a cold room. His eyes, usually bright with mischief, are now filled with deep adoration, crinkling at the edges as he stretches his arms out, eager to embrace you.
Your heart clenches, a mix of longing and fear tightening within your chest. You step forward, surrendering to his pull into a hug that feels like home. He buries his face in your neck, inhaling deeply, a low sigh escaping his lips. "I could never get tired of your scent," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.
You freeze for just a second. If he notices your stillness, he doesnât say anything; instead, he tightens his hold on you, as if afraid you might slip away.
His breath mingles with yours, creating an intimate rhythm that seems to soothe the chaos within. "I was scared when I woke up and you werenât here," he confesses, his voice trembling, vulnerable.
You silently wish you could promise him everything would be okay. "It felt like my world was falling apart when Namjoon told me itâs 2026, not 2021. That weâreâ" his voice breaks, fragile as his eyes shimmer, "divorced. That you left Seoul Main Hospital."
The words pierce through the vulnerability of the moment, leaving you breathless. Warm tears soak into your skin as Jimin pulls back slightly, his puffy red eyes searching yours with an intensity that makes you feel as if he is looking straight into your soul.
"Y/N, IâI donât know how to do this without you," he says, each word laced with desperation and love that binds your heart in a vice. His weakness shatters something deep within you, the weight of it heavy and consuming. Logic tells you that the truth would be kinder in the long run, but looking into his tear-streaked face, filled with fear and longing, you realize in that moment you canât tell him. Not yet. The love reflected in his gaze is a tether that keeps you from breaking apart entirely, and for now, you choose to hold onto the fragile warmth of this bittersweet reunion.
You and Jimin don't notice between your emotional exchange that the doors have opened and that Jimin's parents and Rose have entered the room, accompanied by Namjoon. The soft click of the door closing barely registers in your mind, too caught up in the warmth of Jiminâs embrace; in the way his body fits against yours like a puzzle piece that was never meant to be separated. It isn't until Namjoon clears his throat, a deliberate interruption, that your awareness sharpens.
Your gaze flickers to Rose, who stands frozen near the door. Her expression is an unreadable mix of hurt and anger. You see the way she blinks rapidly, as if trying to hold back tears that threaten to spill. Guilt twists like a knife in your stomach. You shift, instinctively trying to create space between yourself and Jimin, but his fingers tighten around yours. The weight of his touch is grounding, but in this moment, it feels suffocating.
Jimin frowns at your movement. "Where are you going?" he asks, his voice laced with confusion. You hesitate, casting a glance at Namjoon before answering, "I just thought Iâd stand with Namjoon and the others." The words sound weak even to your own ears.
Jiminâs frown deepens. "Why? You're my wife. You're supposed to be here, with me." His words land heavily in the room, unchallenged yet piercing. Rose stiffens before she abruptly turns on her heel and rushes out. The sound of her hurried steps echoes down the hallway. Jiminâs mother exhales softly, her gaze darting between her son and the door Rose just exited through. For a moment, she seems to contemplate following her, but then she looks at Jimin, at the desperation in his eyes as he holds onto you and stays.
Namjoon, sensing the growing tension in the room speaks up shifting the focus on him. "Jimin, weâre keeping you here for three more days before discharging you. After that, Y/N will take care of you at home." His words are measured, calm as if carefully weaving a delicate bridge between reality and the illusion Jimin still holds onto. Then he subtly nods at you, a silent prompt for you to begin adjusting Jimin to the truth of your present.
Jiminâs grip on your hand is unrelenting, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a way that should be comforting, but all you can focus on is the fire creeping up your spine, the overwhelming pressure of his expectations.
You gently take Jiminâs hand, placing a small mirror in his hands. As he gazes into it, a look of confusion flickers across his face, then deepens into disbelief as he sees his reflection. The familiar shape of his face remains, but the long, silver hair cascading down his shoulders is a stark reminder of the years that have slipped by. âSince⊠since when did I dye my hair?â he murmurs, running his fingers through the silken strands, as if trying to grasp the time that has passed.
You can see the wheels turning in his mind, the realization dawning on him. âFive years did pass by, Jimin. Namjoon was right, itâs 2026 now,â you explain, your voice tender. The mirror reflects more than just physical changes; it mirrors the essence of the man he was and the man he has become. Jimin stirs his gaze to you staring at you intently, his dark eyes searching yours as if trying to latch onto something solid amidst the whirlwind of news.
"The president now is Yuk Seongu. I completed my residency a year ago," you continue, carefully choosing details that might make the reality easier to digest after the sudden shock.
For the short amount of time you were under Namjoonâs mentorship he highlighted the importance of stating the current president when assessing a patient for amnesia. Back then, and even now, you felt as if that question was misplaced. In midst of an emotional breakdown and coming to terms with years being stolen from you why would anyone care about politics?
Jimin processes your words, his brow furrowing. He hurriedly places the mirror onto the nightstand as if it burned him. "Is that why you werenât wearing scrubs yesterday?"
His question catches you off guard, but you recover quickly, nodding. "Yes, Iâm currently a fellow under..." You trail off, glancing at Namjoon for help, and he promptly supplies, "Doctor Junseo."
You repeat the name, your gaze returning to Jimin, who seems lost in thought, his lips parted slightly as he tries to absorb everything. Everyone in the room expects him to ask something logical, something about the time gap, about his medical condition or about what happened. But when he finally speaks, his question catches you totally off guard.
"Whereâs your ring?" His eyes drop to your bare fingers, the absence of the silver band suddenly feeling like an accusation. "Even when you were busy in your residency, you always wore it. You only ever took it off during surgery."
Silence falls over the room. Your breath catches in your throat, your heart pounding so loudly you wonder if everyone else can hear it. How do you even begin to answer that?
You try to recover from the question, but the words stick to the back of your throat. It had never occurred to you that Jimin would notice the absence of the ring and honestly it had never even occurred to you to put it on.
Jimin proposed to you on your fourth anniversary. At the time, you were only twenty-four, young and ambitious. Initially, you felt hesitant about marriage because your career required many sacrifices, and you worried that you would only hold him back. However, Jimin believed that everything was perfectly aligned, especially since you were doing your residency at his parents' hospital, where he worked in the finance department.
You remember the excitement and joy you felt at the thought of calling him your fiancé, and eventually husband. Despite the challenges you faced and the uncertainties ahead, you accepted his proposal. You can still picture the moment he lifted you into the air, twirling you with pure happiness as you held his face in your hands. In that instant, time seemed to stop, marking one of your many victories.
The ring had been a family heirloom, passed down through generations of Park men. It was always given to the eldest son to propose to his prospective wife. Jimin hadnât needed to plead for it; his grandmother had a soft spot for you. She admired your unwavering commitment to two things: your career and Jimin.
When your marriage fell apart and you both reached the heartbreaking conclusion that divorce was your only option, the ring became a painful reminder of everything you had lost. You had wanted to return it and give it back to him, but Jimin refused. His voice was filled with bitterness as he declared that the ring was tainted with misery, and he couldnât bear to return it to his grandmother after failing her. You understood his anger, you had always understood Jimin. Deep down, however, you wished he could have set aside his pride just once to understand you in return.
Unfortunately, the weight of hatred and hurt was too great to overcome. So, you took the ring and locked it away at your family home, putting as much distance between you and it as possible.
Standing before Jimin as he awaits an answer, you wonder how to explain all of that in just a few words. After a moment of silence, you explain, "I lost it once during a complicated surgery. I had to change into fresh scrubs after getting soaked with a patientâs blood, and I was rushed into another procedure immediately afterward. By the time the cleaning crew came through, it was misplaced. When we finally found it, I decided to leave it at home as a precaution."
Jimin studies you carefully for a long moment before finally nodding. Then, in a gesture that feels achingly familiar, he lifts your hand and presses a lingering kiss to your palm. The warmth of his lips sends a wave of comfort through you.. He then asks, "Can we have some time alone?"
Jiminâs father shifts uncomfortably, his posture rigid afraid that you might slip. Before he can voice any objections, Jiminâs mother intercedes, her voice soft yet firm. "Of course." With that, she gently ushers her husband out the door, with Namjoon trailing behind them. Once alone, Jimin watches you intently for a long moment before reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "What more did I miss?" he asks.
You hesitate. "What do you mean?"
"Your hair is longer and darker. You used to wear glasses during residency, but now you donât. Did you switch to contacts or? Did you finally learn to parallel park?â His voice is light and teasing, but there's genuine curiosity beneath it.
You exhale, adjusting to the way his touch still feels like second nature. "Mochi passed away four years ago. She lived with us towards the end of her life, and her favorite pastime was knocking glasses off the counter. You had to clean up way more than you liked."
Jimin chuckles, a sad yet fond sound. "And your career?"
"I tried neurosurgery, but..." You sigh.
He smirks knowingly. "You never had the patience for it."
You swat his arm playfully. "I could have if I had Namjoonâs mind of steel,â you smirk before softening, "I went into cardiothoracic instead."
Jimin grins. "Good choice. You stole my heart; you better learn on how to take care of it."
You groan, hiding your face behind your hands, laughter bubbling up despite yourself. With him, it was always easy. Then, Jiminâs faces becomes letting you know that whatever heâs about to say has been bothering him for a while. "Namjoon told me I lost control of the car and hit a pole. He didnât want to tell me, but Taemin let it slip that I was intoxicated. What happened that night?â
You feel at loss for words. You donât know the reasoning yourself and the only person who could cast some light on the situation probably would rather punch you in the face than help you. âI wish I could help you, but I am unsure myself.â
Jimin frowns looking to the side, silently playing with your fingers. Something he started doing absentmindedly whenever he was stressed. He stops for a second, still not looking at you as he speaks. âI was relieved that nobody was hurt but I canât help but feel confused by my own actions. I know I would never drink and drive. It just doesnât seem real. It doesnât seem like me.â
He looks at you, his eyes a mirror to his emotions. He was fighting an internal battle which he kept to himself more so to not overwhelm you, sensing that you were already on the edge.
Instead of further grilling for information he smiles and quickly changes the topic. "At least get me a TV. Iâll die of boredom."
You felt like you can breathe again so you chuckle trying to mask the fear that lingered. "Iâll talk to Namjoon."
A nurse knocks on the door. "Time for some tests."
The nurse walked to Jimin's side, offering him a reassuring smile as she gently lifted his arm. You positioned yourself on the opposite side, carefully sliding your hands beneath him to provide additional support. Together, you lifted him into the wheelchair, ensuring he was comfortable before she starts wheeling him out.
As they were about to exit, he asks "Will I see you later?"
You nod. "Of course."
You watch Jimin disappear down the hallway, a strange hollowness settles in your chest. This is going to be harder than you anticipated. Jimin has lost two years of which you know nothing about. As much as you want to help, you feel just as much an outsider to that time as he does.
You wanted to dwell more on it but, the sharp beep of your pager shatters the silence. Front desk. You donât waste a second, opting for the stairs over the elevator, your heart pounding from more than just exertion. The hospital is a world of cold, sterile air, and yet, as you rush through it, you feel like youâre suffocating.
At the front desk, a familiar figure stands. Jung Hoseok is dressed in a neatly pressed suit, though his tired eyes and slightly disheveled hair tell a different story. He looks older and worn out, as if the weight of sleepless nights has carved itself into his face. You notice how his hair is shorter than you remember, and how tiredness clings to him like a shadow, no doubt a result of his childrenâs relentless energy.
He waves at you, offering a small smile that doesnât quite reach his eyes. "Y/N," he greets, his voice tinged with fatigue as he hands you a set of keys. "How's the situation?"
"The same," you reply, catching your breath, "Weâll see if heâll remember more once we get to the apartment and visit some places."
Hoseok nods, but then his expression turns serious. "Do you plan on telling him about you know?" His voice is quiet and cautious, as if saying the name might shatter something fragile in the air.
A shiver runs down your spine as you shake your head. "No, there was no right moment. Honestly, I donât know if there ever will be. It would just reopen old wounds. And right now⊠isnât the time."
Hoseok studies you for a moment before exhaling slowly. "Yeah, I get that. Is there anything I can do?"
You bite your lip, contemplating. "If you have time, could you help me fill in the gaps? I donât know much about Jiminâs job after the divorce. Itâs hard to navigate conversations when I have no idea what changed."
He agrees immediately. "Of course. Iâll drop by again tomorrow or the day after. I just need to check my schedule. I only saw him for a minute or two, the clients are ruthless. They keep pestering me as if I was the well of all information about the stock market."
His words offer some relief, but then he says something that throws you off balance. "I havenât seen the apartment since Jimin gave me the keys. That was two months after the divorce."
Your brows knit together in confusion. "I thought he moved in with Rose?"
Hoseokâs expression shifts when he realizes what youâre thinking. "Yes and no, he and Rose only started dating last year. He left the apartment because there was too much sadness there. He said he needed a change, so he rented a place near the company instead. He gave me the keys because Dae and I wanted to expand our family, but⊠I couldnât live there. It was too tragic. Therefore, I never used it."
Roseâs words echo in your mind and before you can stop yourself you say it out loud, wanting to be certain. "He was planning on selling it, right?"
Hoseok nods. "Yeah. He even found a buyer, but⊠they backed out."
"Did he say why?" you ask, but he shakes his head. "No. He just said to keep the keys. No new owner, no reason to bring them back to the company."
"Do you know what happened the night of the accident?"
"No, no one does. His family doesnât even know." Before you can explain further, movement catches your attention.
You turn and freeze.
Seonghwa.
The young resident stands a few feet away, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief. The papers he was carrying slip from his grasp, fluttering to the floor in a scattered mess. You watch as realization dawns on him as he continues staring at you as though he is seeing a ghost.
Hoseok turns at the commotion, narrowing his gaze as he studies the younger man. There is something familiar in Seonghwaâs features, and you see the moment recognition flickers in Hoseokâs tired eyes. But before he can say anything, you are already moving, kneeling beside Seonghwa to gather the fallen papers with quiet urgency.
Although he stutters, he manages to greet you and Hoseok. Once the papers are collected, he looks at you and attempts to start a conversation, awkwardly asking how you have been. Like Seonghwa, you find yourself at a loss for how to navigate the moment, so you settle for small talk, giving him a polite smile. "Iâm well. I hope you are too."
Hoseok, who has been observing quietly, suddenly pieces it together, the young resident from the that night. Recognition flashes in his eyes, but he says nothing, only checking his watch before turning to you. "Weâll talk later, Y/N. Iâm already late for work.
You nod, clutching the keys in her hand. "Thanks again."
As he walks away, Seonghwa exhales slowly and shifts on his feet. "Namjoon told me I would be working under someone new," he admits, rubbing the back of his neck. "I just⊠didnât think it would be you."
You blink at him, slightly taken aback. "Namjoon never mentioned this to me."
Seonghwa nods, as if that makes perfect sense. You take a deep breath, adjusting to the reality of your new professional dynamic. "Well," you say, straightening up, "there are a few patients we need to check on. Letâs get to work."
Sensing the awkward atmosphere lingering between you, you quickly assign him a task. "Check on each patient and inform me when you're done. I still need to change into my uniform and greet the chief."
Seonghwa furrows his brows. "Greet the chief? Why?"
You tilt your head. "Itâs common courtesy to greet your boss."
His lips twitch slightly. "Youâve already seen Namjoon."
You stare at him, processing his words. "Wait⊠what?"
"Namjoon became the chief just a little over a month ago."
Although perplexed at information that Namjoon decided to keep from you, you canât help but feel a bit proud. âThen I guess we immediately go to work.â
Seonghwa smiles as he begins to scan through the list of patients. He explains their conditions, the procedures that were performed, and the potential checkups. As the two of you walk, youâre reminded of the old times when he used to trail behind you. However, instead of the nervous first-year resident who once cowered under your stern gaze, you now see a confident future cardiothoracic surgeon completing his final year of residency.
After a long day in the operating room, you find yourself transitioning from the upbeat environment of the hospital to the familiar weight of anticipation as you make your way to the car. The drive through the bustling streets of Seoul reflects your mixed emotions.
As you step into the apartment you once shared with Jimin, the soft glow of the overhead lights illuminates the elegant surroundings. Located in an upscale neighborhood, the entrance welcomes you with its polished wooden floors and high ceilings that make the space feel both expansive and intimate.
In the air lingers a faint floral scent, suggesting that someone has taken great care to maintain the place. You glance around, noticing the carefully arranged furniture that echoes memories of laughter and shared moments. The black sofa, draped with a soft throw blanket, still stands at its familiar angle, as if waiting for you to sink into it once more.
You canât help but smile. The same sofa has once sparked a playful disagreement between you and Jimin, who thought its color was too dark for a room designed to catch the morning sun. The large windows allow ample light to flood the space, creating a striking contrast with the sofa.
Setting down the three suitcases, you stroll through the living space, taking in the memories. Itâs as if time has stood still; nothing has changed. A wave of nostalgia washes over you, mingling with an unsettling sense of estrangement, as the apartment feels like a memory frozen in time. What truly catches your eye are the photos of you and Jimin, still proudly hanging on the walls of the living room.
Taking an en route to the photos, you catch the lingering feeling of confusion wash over you slowly then all at once as you come near. The photos are in pristine condition, a contrast to what you last remember seeing them. The vision of Jimin lingers as he yells smashing each frame against floor. Shards of glass spread all over the floor. He stomps over it, further crumpling the photos. You trace the wooden frame, fingers stopping at your carved initials.
Why did he put them back? The question floats in the air, and suddenly you feel like youâll choke if continue searching for the answer. Instead, you proceed into the bedroom and the sight that greets you is a comforting one.
The bed is neatly made, and not much has changed. But as you stand there, you feel an overwhelming urge to explore further, to delve into the past. Yet, given the emotional roller coaster of the past two days, you pause feeling that venturing too deep might stir up memories best left undisturbed. Instead, you make your way downstairs to the kitchen hoping to find some semblance of normalcy in a cup of coffee.
You recall that Jimin always kept basics stocked, and you hope he didnât throw all out. As you reach for the cabinet above the sink where you used to keep the coffee, your movements feel almost instinctual, as if you havenât lived in another apartment for two years. To your surprise, nestled beside the bag of coffee is a package of white tea, one of your favorites.
But itâs not just the tea that catches your eye. The cabinet seems to be a curated collection of your favorites. It is stocked up on all the items you once adored, from the German chocolate RiesenâJimin would always tease you about your peculiar liking for themâto your beloved brand of coffee, and even the soy sauce you preferred for your ramen noodles. Itâs as if the cabinet had become a small shrine to your favorite things.
As you stand there, staring at the familiar items placed in the cabinet, you feel a new wave of confusion washes over you. Youâre left wondering why he hadnât removed them entirely. Was he holding onto these memories, or had he simply pushed them aside to avoid the hurt they might bring? The realization that living in this once-shared space might be too much for him sinks in, leaving you conflicted. Part of you wants to cherish these tokens of your past, while another part grapples with the understanding that he likely sought to create distance from reminders of you, leaving you uncertain about what to do with the unraveling emotions swirling inside.
Pushing the emotions aside, you decide to take a quick shower, hoping the warm water will wash away some of the tension that has built up throughout the day. Afterward, you sit down to make a list of things you need to buy for the apartment in order to transform it into a space in which you and Jimin had been supposedly living for the past five years.
You jot down groceries, hygiene such as shampoos, razors and all the trivial essentials that make a home feel complete. But then you pause, a wave of realization washing over you. All Jiminâs clothes are at his apartment with Rose. You feel your emotional limit approaching as you wrestle with the idea of having to call her and ask for his things. It feels like too much, especially considering your last encounter. Though Jimin may currently see you as his wife due to his amnesia, you are painfully aware that you are, in reality, his ex-wife.
You started to feel lost and uncertain about what to do next. It was ironic that as a surgeon, you often must make decisions so quickly that you rarely have time to think them through. Yet now, you were struggling to make even the simplest choice. In a moment of clarity, you decided it might be better to ask Hoseok or Namjoon to handle the situation, letting them do the heavy lifting while you figure out the rest.
You decide that tomorrow is a fresh start, hoping things might feel a little better. As you turn off the lights in the living room, the quiet envelops you, and it dawns on you just how tired you are. Climbing upstairs, you hesitate in front of the doors of the bedroom. It feels too soon to sleep there, so you opt for the guest room instead.
As you settle onto the unfamiliar sheets, just as you feel yourself drifting off, your phone buzzes. You glance at the screen to see a message from an unfamiliar number.
Sweet dreamsâdon't let the bugs eat you and think of me.
P.S. Namjoon finally gave my phone back.
You stare at the ceiling for a while, the words piercing through the cozy haze of sleepiness. You know it's Jimin, yet confusion washes over you. Why would Namjoon hand Jimin his phone back? Did he go through it? Did he erase the photos of Jimin and Rose? The thought leaves you feeling unsettled, and frustration bubbles beneath the surface.
It seems like everything is a tangled web of emotions, and you can't seem to catch a break. With a sigh, you grip your phone and type back, "Sweet dreams too," tacking on a heart emoji before switching off the screen entirely. Resting your head against the pillow, you let the silence absorb your thoughts, hoping for clarity in whatever tomorrow might bring.
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sweet love | pjm (teaser)

‷ part of the dads universe
†pairing: coffee shop owner!jimin x female reader
†genre: parents au, exes to lovers, fluff, and smut
†summary: jimin is the father of your four-year-old daughter, moon, and heâs also your ex. an ex you never considered getting back to, but that wasnât until you both found yourself being single again. watching a movie with moon every sunday became the perfect excuse to flirt together discreetly. a flirt that brought back ten years of sweet love.
†authorâs note: here is the little teaser đ€ this was a fic i originally wrote some time ago & iâm editing it right now, the wait shouldnât be that long as iâm only adding scenes & adjusting what was already written âš this is honestly a very sweet fic & i just canât wait for you to read it đ
†tag list: let me know in anyway if you want to be tagged when i post this and if you are part of my permanent taglist, you will be automatically added âš
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Iâd Hate To Say it | pjm (m.list)
âi needed you and you fuckinâ left me.â

summary: when you return home from studying abroad, you come to find your former best friend, jimin, has made drastic changes to his life that could put him in danger or behind bars forever.
pairings: drug dealer!jimin x f!reader.
warnings: smut, violence, fluff, blood and gore, ex best friend!jimin, gang member!jimin, tattooed/pierced!jimin, long hair!jimin, use of guns/knives, mentions of self harm, mentions of abuse, alcohol abuse, drugs, drug addiction, angst, murder, strong language, 18+, minors dni.
authorâs note: yes, yes another one. obviously i had to write something with my love jimin. also if you canât tell i have an obsession for tattoos and piercings.
©btsugarush. please do not repost.
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Your nephew is jealous of him



Pairing: ot7 BTS Ă Gn! reader (individually)
Genre: fluff, reactions, a bit of crack
Request: when they try to get close to the reader, their toddler niece/nephew won't let them. The baby is really possessive of y/n and doesn't like anyone touching them.
Warnings: some of them are almost fighting with the kids lmao; that's it.
A/n: this was actually so fun lmao | daily click
Jin
âoh so this is his first trial to prove himself as boyfriend material, he sees
âhe's ready
âwill try to befriend your niece
âis actually trying to enchant her and be like "hey I'm nice too :D"
âand honestly it's working?
âof course it is, bro is doing everything the little girl asks of him đ
âbut his goal is not to steal you from your niece
âis to steal your niece from you
âbeing liked by the family âïž
having a chance of being invited on next hangouts âïž
impressing you by showing he's good with kids âïž
âhe's so winning
Suga
âhe's honestly a bit confused
âbecause why can't he be even three meters near you??
âat first he thought the kid wanted to play with you or just missed you
âbut then he noticed the problem was him đ
âyour nephew just low-key hates him
âand actually, Yoongi ain't doing anything to change his mind
âhe's just chilling as far from you as possible
âjust so the kid doesn't make a scene
âand when you laugh at him and try to get closer saying "it's okay"
âhe's like "please don't come any closer your nephew will attack me-"
âkid 1, suga 0
J-hope
âhe thought it was funny
âcute even
âit was good to know kids liked you
âthat could only mean you were a very good person right?
âwell, now Hobi is the one who's almost becoming a bad person đ
âhe can't handle your niece trying to take him away from you every. single. time
âlike hey, I like them too??
âhe's trying to either bribe her or just straight up calling her mother to take her away
â"that's not mature" he doesn't care that much atp
âhe just wants a second with you without a kid screaming at him
Namjoon
âhe truly is trying to be the bigger person
âhe knows he is the adult and your nephew is just a little kid
âbut he is about to start beef with this child
âhe tried his best, but now he's just stressingđ
âhe really thought he could use this opportunity to get closer to your family but that's just too much
âtries to leave you and the kid for a while and then he tries small talk with the rest of your family members
âbut if he comes back after a hour or two and your nephew is still being possessive
âhe's about to cling to you so the kid either makes a scene and is taken by his parents or just notice that he can't win
ânamjoon 1, kid 0
Jimin
âhe gives up
âthe kid can have whatever he wants, Jimin is not fighting himđ
âin the beginning he tried to like talk with your nephew
ânegotiate even
âbut then the kid just starts screaming and kicking him when he tries to get close to you and he's like "yeah, no"
âhe can endure being away from you for a while
âkid 1, jimin 0
Taehyung
âi'm honestly surprised this kid likes you more than him because damn
âhe truly has his charms when it comes to kids
âand I think your nephew would like him quite a lot honestly
âthat is until he decides to come close to you
âand at first taehyung is just a little confused
âbut then he's offended
âlike "I thought we were friends?!"
âis honestly more upset with the fact the child suddenly doesn't care about him when you're near than the fact he can't be around you
Jungkook
âoh now this is a competition
â"no, my niece is only three years old"
âhe doesn't care.
âif she didn't wanna compete then she shouldn't have started it
âhe is trying to distract her like "oh look, an airplane"
âand then he's running to you the moment she is busy with something else
âand actually gets like đ€šđŠđ when he sees he lost for a child
âactually relieved when the evening is over and you guys are going back home
â but if there's a next time, bro will make a whole war strategy and will be prepared
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â You want me, you've fallen for me You're crazy about me, you can't escape me I got you under my skin (Ooh) ⊠â
†pairing: like crazy!park jimin x shy fem!reader
†genre: smut, fluff, angst, rom-comy vibes, friends-with-benefits, s2l2f2l (they did some things out of order), idiots to lovers, college!au, fuckboy!au, reverse harem, mutual pining, "unrequited love," she fell first but he fell harder.
†wc: 9.3k
†summary: sleeping with your long-time crush was not how planned to confess your undying love to him, but if it was the only way you could be close to him then so be it. jimin's had a lot of lovers, and you're one of them, but why the fuck is he so bothered by the thought of you being with someone else?
†rating: nsfw/explicit - proceed with caution!
†warnings: fuck boy!jimin, popular "it" boy!jimin, shy "loser" girl!reader, lowkey toxic!jimin (i'm not sorry!), making out, bathroom sex, public sex, exhibitionism, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, A LOT of dirty talk, kinda shitty aftercare sorry, protected sex (pocket condoms đ), JEALOUS jimin like holy shit, possessiveness, angst for a min, heavy pining, feelings realization, miscommunication, arguing, emotionally constipated!jimin, love confessions, angst with a happy ending (sorry nammy :/), not everyone gets a cameo this time sighs sadly.
†date posted: march 9, 2025
†authors note: HEY HEY HEY!!! bet you guys didn't expect this one!!! (i didn't either, random inspo struck me), but literally every single idea i've ever posted about IS sitting in drafts, and this one has been halfway done for weeks, so i figured i'd put it out there as i work on some of my other bigger pieces!
i ALSO just wanted to pop in here and say WOW, thank you so much for your support like... the feedback for my account has been phenomenal, and i want you all to know how touched i am!
with that out of the way, i hope you guys enjoy this fwb!au because wow was this a big one!
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â preface: i only use bts as face claims! they are my muses, so anything they say or do, do not reflect their real life character!

The first time you ever talked to Jimin was when you had sex with him.
Now you know that sounds bad!
But you had no idea what to do when he had come to you as you hovered awkwardly against one of the walls in the house party you had been forced to attend.
You were the designated driver for all intents and purposes, so the red solo cup that you had clasped in your hand was nothing but plain sprite, which was used as a mixer.
âQuite the devilish combinationâ You couldnât help but think as you swirled the carbonated liquid around boredly.
The room was stifling, filled to the brim with inebriated, sweaty bodies.
You were surrounded by sex, drugs and alcohol, some couples impatiently groping each other in the corner closests to you, and you forced yourself to look down, your cheeks warm at the blatant show of⊠affection.
It stunk, the music was too loud, and there were so many places you would rather be than here, like back home in your dorm studying, or watching an episode of your favorite show.
You didnât fit into places like this, and you were one-hundred percent sure you had that fact stamped to your forehead.
The only pleasant part about this whole experience had been being able to see Jimin.
He was quite popular, and worlds away from you, but you couldnât help but harbor a school yard crush on the pretty boy.
He was just⊠tantalizing, with the way he spoke to the way he always held himself with a slight air of seduction. Boys and girls alike were ready to drop to their knees with so much as a word from the man, and youâre ashamed to say that youâre no different.
It was embarrassing, really, with how hard and fast you fell in love with somebody you barely knew, but he shared so much of himself, you felt as though you knew enough.
You know heâs funny, and kind, despite the⊠whorish, reputation that precedes him.
Youâre in no place to judge, truly, because if he were to come up to you right now asking you if you would like to have sex with him, you would say yes.
âLame party, right?â Sounds a voice from beside you.
You jump ten feet in the air, a bit of your drink spilling out over the edge of the cup as you fumble to keep the damn thing still in your hand.
âUh â yes?â You answer with a slight grimace, your stomach drops to your ass when said host appears next to you.
Park fucking Jimin.
This was not what you meant! Not so suddenly! Not like this!
You stare at him dumbly as you spiral, and a small smirk tugs at the corner of his plush lips.
âYou think?â He asks teasingly.
You instantly stumble to recover from your mistake. âNo! Yes, no, I⊠I just ââ Youâre blubbering like an idiot, and Jimin seems to take great pleasure at reducing you to a flustered mess, but he relents with a laugh.
ââM just kidding.â
âNo! I just⊠Iâm not used to going to this sort of thing.â
âOh?â Jimin questions with a raised brow.
You put your drink on the small refreshment table next to you so you can wring your hands together as a nervous tick.
âIâm my friend's designated driver for the night, and they knew I wouldnât be doing anything, soâŠâ
âThatâs selfless of you.â He compliments, and warmth spreads from the roots of your hair all the way to the tips of your toes. âAh,â You try to wave him off. âItâs⊠itâs nothing. I donât mind.â
âBut also that makes sense.â Your brows furrow. âWhat makes sense?â You ask.
He bombards your space, hooded eyelids giving you a once over.
Youâre suddenly very aware of how dirty and scruffed your converses are, and you fidget a bit under his scrutinizing gaze.
âThat you havenât come to one of my parties before, because Iâd recognize your pretty face anywhere.â
Your eyes widened.
Holy shit. Was he hitting on you?
âOh!â You laugh nervously. âThatâs⊠thatâs very sweet of you.â You gulp.
His smirk only gets deeper, and he leans closer so that his breath caresses the shell of your ear. If his intention is for you to be able to hear him over the music, heâs doing beyond a wonderful job at succeeding.
Your eyelids flutter rapidly, and your hands shake, and you have no idea where to put them as you lean back slightly.
âWhat do you say we go somewhere else?â He asks with a purr, pulling away just enough to gauge your reaction to his proposition.
Now, youâre not an easy girl. Jimin may sleep with anyone he wants, but youâre just not into that sort of thing, and you know better than to â
âYes, please.â It comes out as a slight whimper, but he hears you nonetheless, because he takes you by the hand and pulls you through the throngs of people.
Your stomach is tied up in knots, and youâre not even sure if youâre still connected to reality.
Instead of taking you upstairs and into his room like you thought he would, he redirects you into the hallway and into the door, and your stomach drops slightly when he turns on the light to reveal a bathroom.
âItâs niceâ You try to convince yourself, but your train of thought is cut off when a pair of heavy hands lay themselves on your jean-covered hips, pulling you closer to his body and trailing his lips up the side of your neck.
Your breath hitches and you let out a small, âOh.â
âDo you still want this?â He murmurs into your ear once more, and you find yourself nodding rather enthusiastically, much to your embarrassment. Jimin just chuckles.
He spins you around, and your eyes land on the slope of his neck that disappears into his leather jacket. Fingers tuck themselves under your chin and force you to look at him.
âYouâre a shy one.â He coos, and you shiver when his thumb caresses the corner of your mouth, dipping into it just a bit.
âIâm not used to this.â You admit with a self-deprecating grimace. âWhat a shame.â Is all he says before tilting your head back and connecting your lips.
The kiss is soft, softer than you would have expected from your soon to be hookup.
Youâve heard through the grapevine that heâs rather ferocious with his kissing, with spit and teeth, but somehow still making sure it's nice for his partner.
He cups your wrists and guides your hands to tangle themselves in his black mullet, and youâre relieved to be able to do something with your hands.
A whimper escapes you when his palms press you to him by the lower part of your back, turning you to the nearest wall for balance.
Soon, the kiss turns hungry, and you can feel the strain of him against his tight black pants, and you tremble, like putty in his hands.
You try your best to keep up with him, kissing back with a lot more fervour than youâve ever done before.
Youâve had sex once, and that was just because you wanted to lose it before college, just so you could say you did it.
It was awkward because it was with one of the guys from your English class, and he looked like he didnât know what he was doing either. It was stiff and it burned, and you werenât sure if you were even turned on enough to participate in penetrative sex.
Well, the same canât be said for you now, because you can feel the material of your panties grow damp with arousal, sticking to your folds and causing slight friction.
Itâs when Jimin finally rolls his hips into yours is when you finally let out a true, loud moan.
âThought you were going to be quiet all night.â Jimin teases, and you flush. âI - Iâm sorry.â You mutter against his lips.
He pulls back and strokes your cheek with the back of his knuckles. âRelax. âM just teasing.â
âRight, right.â You laugh demurely.
He lowers his head to the skin of your neck where he takes the skin of it between his teeth, and your hips buck into his on accident.
âShit!â You curse, and you slap a hand over your mouth. âYou like pain.â He says almost to himself. âDefinitely noted.â
Youâre not sure what he means by that, but your mind seems to blank when his hands sneak their way to the button of your jeans, fiddling with the metal. That cursed thumb presses into the skin above the hem.
âDo you still want this?â
âYes, please.â You whimper. Jimin grins and you can feel it, because he places a gentle kiss on the surface. âHow polite.â
You swallow a whine at his praise.
He pops them open with practiced ease, and pushes a hand into your pants, hissing when he comes in contact with your wetness.
âFuck, youâre this wet just from kissing?â He asks in awe.
Jimin finally finds himself in your panties and you gasp when the tips of his fingers press on your clit.
âThere it is.â He says to himself triumphantly.
Heâs quick to flatten his hand, replacing the tips with the pads of his fingers, drawing quick but fast circles over the pleasurable bud.
âJimin!â You cry, and your nails rake themselves through his hair, drawing him into you.
You hold him close as he rubs at you, and his free hand keeps himself balanced on the wall just above your hand, completely enveloping you with his body.
âFeels so good.â You mewl, and he nearly growls.
âGod, youâre so cute.â He groans.
He takes his hand away and your eyes furrowed in confusion. Was it something you said?
You don't have much time to think because youâre being spun around and bent over the counter, and youâre face to face with your debauched features.
âJimin?â You ask, but youâre cut off by him snatching your pants and underwear down your hips and they pool at your ankles.
You threaten to turn a scarlet red when he spreads your legs as far as they can go and just stares at your sex.
âSuch a pretty pussy.â He rasps and you shiver.
He looks up and meets your gaze in the mirror, making to take his leather jacket off.
ââM gonna fuck you with my fingers, then Iâm actually gonna fuck you. Sounds good?â
âAmazing.â You squeak.
He presses his hand on your lower back to keep you anchored to the marble counter, while the other slips a finger in till he reaches the knuckle.
Your jaw drops in a silent moan, the slight stretch of it hurts for a moment, but your body soon adjusts to it, because he draws it out, no wonder noticing how it glistens in the dim lighting.
Then, he thrusts it back in, over and over and over again until a second one finds its place next to it.
The sounds that escape your cunt are disgusting, and you cross your arms to bury your head in them.
Youâve never felt pleasure like this before, and when he curls his fingers just right, you all but wail.
âFound it.â
He abuses your g-spot with a certain kind of cruelty, and an arm slips out from under you to scratch at the surface of the counter. Of course you donât leave any marks, but the bluntness of your nails make it a makeshift anchor to this earth.
âJust listen to you.â He huffs. âSheâs so sloppy.â
âDonât â donât say that.â You whine in humiliation.
âWhy not?â Thereâs amusement in his voice, and you hate how it makes another of arousal leak around his digits.
ââCause thatâs dirty.â
Jimin laughs. He actually fucking laughs and all you can think about is crawling into a hole forever.
âThereâs a lot about me thatâs dirty, sweetheart.â
You shake at the nickname, and he notices.
âOh? You like it when I call you that?â
The condescension in his voice pushes you closer to the edge, and you can feel that familiar knot form in your stomach, the one youâre only able to create by yourself.
You clench around him and he gawffs.
âIt seems like Iâm not the only one thatâs dirty.â He remarks. âWhat else should I call you?â He acts like heâs thinking as he twists his wrist into you without mercy, your legs shake.
Thereâs tears threatening to stream down your face.
âHm. What about babe, or baby? Oh! Better yet, how about darling? Hm? Would you like that darling?â
Hearing him call you such sweet names does something to you, because before you know it, youâre catapulted over the edge. You spasm around him, and he just hums.
âThere you go, good girl. Thatâs it.â
You shake as you come down from your high, and there are hands stroking the outside of your thighs, up your hips, and back down again.
Your eyes flutter open from where they squeezed themselves shut to find heâs already looking at you. His gaze is dripping in dark black molasses sticky with lust and want.
âCan we keep going, or are you at your limit?â Jimin checks in ever so gently.
It makes you feel good knowing that he likes to make sure you know youâre still in control, and despite just having orgasmed, you find yourself painstakingly empty.
ââM really good.â You slur, and a proud smile takes over his face.
He fumbles with the back of his jeans, and retrieves his wallet where he pulls out a condom from it. You eye it warily.
âI just put it in there yesterday, I promise.â
He makes work of his jeans, and you notice that heâs so so hard, and you almost feel bad for the poor man. Almost being the keyword, because when he releases himself from the confines of his boxers, you gape.
Heâs averagely long, maybe even a little moreso, but god, is he thick.
He catches you staring and winks.
âThink you can take it?â He pokes and you huff. âOf course I can.â
He raises a brow at you, but rolls the condom on in a tortuously slow pace.
âHurry up.â You whine, and he swats your ass.
âBe patient.â He chides with a hiss, but youâre still reeling from the sting of the slap to even comprehend what he just said.
Jimin settles a hand on your shoulder, the other helping him line himself up to your sopping wet entrance.
âReady?â
âMhm.â
You both watch each other as he splits you open on his cock, and his head falls back as he groans through his clenched teeth.
âOh!â You quiver on his length, reaching back to grab one of his hands and breathing out a sigh of relief when he meets you halfway.
Heâs twitching inside of you, and you appreciate the few moments to gather your bearings.
âMove, please.â You mewl, and he doesnât hesitate to listen to you.
Jimin drags himself out, breaking your eye contact to look down at where youâre wrapped around him. Youâre so wet, the velvet of your gummy walls are making him feel a little faint.
Then, he thrusts back in until his hips are to your ass, and then he repeats, just for a few slow moments before picking up the pace.
The hand on shoulder pulls you down to meet his thrusts, and you cry out.
âShit, Jimin!â
âI know, I know â Fuck, you feel so good.â
His plowing is brutal, the tip of his cock spearing and bullying your g-spot with a pace that you canât quite keep up with.
He releases your shoulder to grab each arm to help his leverage, and your eyes roll into the back of your head. Youâre sure youâre drooling, but you canât find much shame in it because it feels so good.
You know that Jimin has ruined you for anybody else, mind, body, and soul, and youâre not sure how youâre supposed to escape him now.
His grunts and groans are guttural, and you know heâs close. You encourage him by clenching around him.
âGod â what happened to the shy girl I met in the living room, huh?â He pants. âAll I see now a cock hungry slut.â
You let out a surprised moan at his words.
âOh, yeah? You like when I call you that? Like when I let you know exactly what you look like?â
âY-yes.â Is your garbled reply.
âAw⊠is my baby too cock drunk to even respond?â Jimin tuts meanly. âThatâs okay, because Iâve got you, right?â
Heâs giving you whiplash with the mix of his words, and you miss the way he calls you his baby.
âOh, shit Iâm close.â He announces. âYou gonna let me cum in this tight little cunt of yours?â
âMhm! Mhm! Gonna ââ You hiccup. âGonna let you do whatever you want.
That seems to soothe something possessive inside of him because he finally cums, and the pulsing of him against that spongy spot inside of you grows to be too much, because you follow right behind him.
Itâs quiet in the bathroom as you both stop to catch your breaths, but he pulls out after a few moments of silence, tying up the condom and tossing it into the trashcan next to the toilet without a care.
âYou okay?â He asks as he makes to pull up his jeans, and youâre kind of just⊠stunned.
Is that it?
âUh⊠yeah, Iâm alright.â You try not to let the disappointment show on your face as you reach down and tug your pants on as well.
Your arms ache from the strange position they were forced into, as well as your stomach from where it had been digging into the ledge of the counter.
âGood.â Gently pushes you out the way so he can wash his hands.
You just stare at him flabbergasted, kind of at a complete loss at what to say.
Do you ask what you are now? Did this mean anything? Were you just another hookup? Were you â
Youâre cut off by soft lips meeting yours, and your stomach flutters something pleasant.
Maybe he did like you back and this was a complete misunderstanding, maybe he â
âCall me if youâd like to have some fun again, yeah?â
He speaks against your mouth.
Somehow heâs managed to scribble down his number and hand it to you, which you take somewhat blindly.
Heâs already out of the door before you can blink, sending you a cheeky wave as he disappears into the crowd once more.
Your experience with him already feels like a dream when one of your friends drapes themselves over you.
âFinally found you!â She says with a giggle. âWhere were you? Me and Sana have been looking everywhere.â
You cringe as you remember your duty, but before you can respond, her nose scrunches up.
âGod you stink. Did you have sex?â She asks in disgust.
âNo.â You say with a few blinks. âItâs probably because of the party.â
âOh⊠okay.â She giggles.

Youâre ashamed to say youâve met up with him a few times after that, finally having the courage to give him a call after a particularly hard day of finals.
He sure did fuck the stress out of you.
This wasnât how you imagined yourself finding your way into his world, but if sex was the only way you could have him then so be it.
But that doesnât mean it didnât hurt.
He still met up with other girls, still blew you off, still kept you as a secret from his friends. You were just another notch on his bedpost, and it made you almost sick to think about.
Time spent with him after sex was just⊠confusing.
Somedayâs he would allow you to stay over afterwards, maybe even asking you to watch a movie with him, or sometimes he would talk around you leaving until you eventually caught the hint.
It was such a push and pull relationship, and you had no idea what all of this was for.
Were you friends? Acquaintances? Fuck buddies? Friends with benefits?
You had no idea what you were or who he wanted to mean to you, but it was slowly ripping you apart.
He had invited you to another party after a particularly long session, and maybe it was just the sleepiness in him talking, but it almost sounded as if he wanted you to be there.
He nuzzles his face into your shoulder, the black of his hair sticking to his forehead due to the sweat.
You nibble on your lip, tugging the duvet up to cover your bare breasts.
The tips of his fingers graze your arm gently even though his eyes were closed, and goosebumps rose under his ministrations.
It was moments like these that you grew fond of because of how few and far in between they were, when Jimin allows that vulnerable side of his to peek through. You found him beautiful.
You couldnât stop staring at him, even when the muscles in your neck protested the awkward angle.
You could count every freckle on his cheek, every eyelash he had, and you had to bite back a smile at the sight of his crooked front tooth peeking out through his swollen plump lips.
âMm.â He groans, and forces himself to crack an eye open.
Your eyes flutter in embarrassment at almost being caught, but he seems none the wiser.
â(y/n).â Jimin mumbles. You find a way to wind your arm around his neck, settling a hand in his hair, rolling the ends of the damp strands between your fingers.
âCome to this party âm throwing.â Jimin slurs.
You finally allow yourself to smile then. âWhy? Iâd like to think last time was a bit of a mess.â You tease. He just grumbles. âNever feels like a mess when Iâm with you.â
Your smile quickly falls.

It was crowded once again, but you felt a sort of superiority at your fucked up relationship with him.
You went searching around for him; maybe you guys could actually talk this time! Maybe share a beer and talk about your favorite music!
Your body thrummed with all the different types of things you could do when you found him, but not in the way you wanted.
He had another girl pushed up against the wall, just like he had you in the bathroom on that fateful day.
âBut he wasnât kissing her how he had kissed youâ You tried to reason with yourself, even as tears began to form in your eyes.
This was embarrassing. So fucking embarrassing.
You were so much better than this. You were a smart girl, you had things going for you, your life shouldnt revolve around a man who could not give any less of a fuck about you.
You find yourself stumbling away - backwards might you add - and you accidentally bump into someone, their liquor spilling over and down the back of your shirt.
You yelp, and itâs loud enough to catch Jiminâs attention, but you donât notice because of how fast you spin around to face the person.
âOh God, Iâm so sorry!â
âSorry, sorry!â
You and the stranger speak at the same time, and you look up to find that he was quite⊠handsome.
He was tall, broad shouldered and obviously thick under that sweatervest he was wearing - which fuck it was too hot for that, even for you - and dimples settled into his cheeks and glasses that were raised high on his face, perched on his nose.
âNo, no!â You wave away his apology nervously. âItâs fine! Itâs my fault, I didnât see where I was looking!â
âI shouldnât have been carrying so many open drinks at the same time when I knew how crowded this place was, so itâs okay.â
You just watch as a genuine smile seems to spread on his face.
âHow about this: we're both at fault, and we're sorry. Does that sound good?â
You find yourself nodding with a small smile. âYeah⊠that sounds good.â
He stares at you, and you stare back, but then your eyes fall on a dark stain on his vest. His eyes seem to follow your gaze because he tries to wave you away this time.
âHey, listen, itâs fine, it happens all the time! Iâd say you took the brunt of it. How about you come with me, and Iâll get you a new shirt?â
Going with a guy that youâve never met before to âget a new shirtâ doesnât seem like a good idea, but the image of Jimin plastered to that girl is all but tattooed on the back of your eyelids.
âOkay, yeah.â
The manâs smile gets bigger, but then falls as his gaze flickers to something behind you. Your brows furrow in concern, but before you can turn around, an arm slides itself around your waist.
âI think Iâve got it from here. Thanks man.â
Youâre surprised to see Jimin next to you all but glaring at the tall manâs face, and thereâs a prickle of irritation in your gut. The weight of his arm on you feels like a hot iron with the way it burns, and you step out of his grip just slightly.
The guy seems to notice, because his gaze narrows right back at him.
âIs this guy bothering you?â He asks.
Your eyes widen at the sight of the dog fight that might happen before you, and you just sigh.
âNo, itâs fine.â
âAre you sure?â
âIâm sureâŠâ You let your voice die out, and the guy seems to make the connection.
âNamjoon. Kim Namjoon.â
You grin slightly. â(y/n).â
âGreat. Bye, Kim Namjoon. Thanks for ruining her shirt.â
Jimin tugs you along behind him, and heâs silent the whole way to his room, and youâre half tempted to snatch yourself from his grip.
âWhatâs your problem?â You ask once youâre finally safe behind closed doors.
âWhat do you mean whatâs my problem?â Jiminâs voice is hiding a thin layer of anger that you can hear clearly.
âYou were such an asshole to him! And he didnât âruinâ my shirt by the way. Itâs just beer. Itâll get out.â
âThat doesnât matter. You were about to fuck off and go with some guy you didnât even know!â He throws his hands up in the air like itâs obvious.
âOkay? Itâs my business on who I go and âfuck offâ with. The guy looked nice, so I trusted him.â
He scoffs. âOh yeah, so you just trust any guy that asks you to leave with him? Itâs so obvious he wanted to fuck you, and you were just going to do it with a smile on your face.â
You stare at him in disbelief. âYou canât be serious right now.â You breathe.
âVery.â He says flatly.
You encroach in his space, getting in his face and settling him with a glare.
âI came to look for you at a fucking party you invited me to, and then I find you with your tongue down some random girlâs throat.â You sneer. âSo forgive me if Iâm a little peeved that youâre bothered by who I might go fuck.â
Jimin doesnât know why heâs so bothered. âDoesnât know why seeing you laughing and smiling with that guy makes something in his gut twist in disgust.
âI donât like him.â
You lean your face away from his.
âThatâs what youâve taken away from this.â You let out an incredulous laugh, and the amusement behind your eyes is fake.
âIâŠâ You shake your head. âI canât believe this.â
âYou are not who I thought you were.â Something in you wilts. âYou are a grade A asshole, Park Jimin.â You spit his name like itâs a slur, and something inside him dies.
âWhat?â Itâs his turn to scoff. âDonât tell me you like me or something?â He knows heâs being mean, but heâs hurt, and he feels as though he has nothing else left.
âExcuse me?â You look like a kid who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Guilty.
Thereâs a sickening pleasure that takes root in his heart knowing that you want him like that.
âYouâre doing this whole weird, possessive girlfriend thing.â Itâs his turn to step in your space.
âWell, sorry to say, but were just fuck buddies. I donât want to be with you. All I want you for is a booty call, nothing more, nothing less.â
His words are like a knife to your heart and you deflate.
The tears burning behind your eyes finally fall, and your hand twitches at your side.
âI fucking hate you.â Is all you can say.
You push him out your way and he lets you, watches as you leave.
âGoodâ He thinks.
He tries to convince himself that the quicker he cuts this thing off, the easier things will get, because he doesnât like you like that.
Right?
Right.

Your head was pounding by the time you had found your way back to your dorm, your shaking hands made it near impossible to get the key in the lock, but you managed it.
You hadnât expected Sana to be there, bed engulfed by books and different studying utensils.
âHey.â She greets mindlessly, flicking through papers in a certain folder before huffing and closing it when she clearly doesnât find what she needs.
Your grip on your keys grows weak and they clatter to the floor, and she looks up in alarm, just as you take in a loud, pitiful sniffle.
âOh, (y/n).â
She scrambles to get up and you fall forward, trusting her to catch you, and she does, even if sheâs extremely confused.
Youâre sobbing into her shirt, and your chest twists and everything just hurts.
Jiminâs words feel like a slap in your face, and your heart burns like you had actually been slapped. You would have preferred that if you were going to be honest.
â(y/n), please. You have to tell me whatâs wrong.â
âI liked him.â You sob. âI liked him so much, and, and, and ââ Youâre close to hyperventilating at this point, and Sana just seems to grow more anxious, because she pulls away from you and cups your cheeks.
âYou need to breathe for me.â She says with a nervous albeit reassuring smile.
You attempt to take a deep breath.
âGood, thatâs good, just keep trying.â
Eventually, your breathing evens out, and she leads you over to your twin bed, seeing as hers is a bit of an organized mess right now.
âNow, can you finally explain to me what happened?â
Your hands shake as you make to pick at your cuticles, but she catches the habit before you can get to it, encasing your hands in hers.
âThereâs a lot of things that you donât know.â
âOkayâŠâ
âBut you know I like Jimin, right?â
âMhm, like⊠big time.â
âWell, do you remember that party that you and your friend forced me to?â
âMhm.â
âWell⊠while I was waiting for you guys to be ready to go, Jimin approached me.â
âOh my god?â She says excitedly, but you give her a sad smile.
âDonât get excited just yet.â
âAnyways,â You continue. âHe talked to me, then invited me to⊠you know, sleep with him.â Your cheeks burn as Sana stares at you dumbfounded, but you keep going. âThe sex was great, donât get me wrong, but he was so distant after everything was done.â
âHe gave me his number and asked me to call him if I ever wanted to hook up with him again.â
âDouche.â
âSana.â
âSorry not sorry.â
You laugh a bit and she grins, relieved.
âWell, I did.â
â(y/n).â She sighs, releasing one of her hands to rub at her forehead.
âI know, I know! I also know Iâm gonna sound really stupid when I say that I thought he actually liked me, but he⊠but he said some things to me tonight that really broke my heart.â
âBefore we get to that, what made you think he likes you back?â She wasnât trying to be mean by asking the question, you knew better.
âBecause thereâll be moments after we are done hooking up where heâd be super sweet. Like, sometimes he would cuddle me, or ask me to watch a movie, just things outside of the common hookup aftercare.â
âBut then tonight,â You sighed. âI went to the party he invited me to, and caught him making out with some other girl, and so I went to leave but then I bumped into this guy.â You smile a bit at the memory.
âHis name is Kim Namjoon, and he was super sweet â spilled a fuckton of beer on my shirt though.â
âSo thatâs why you smell like that.â
âYep.â You laugh. âAnd then Jimin came up and acted all⊠jealous and possessive and shit. Took me up to his room, we argued, he accused me of liking him and laughed in my face and called me just his fuck buddy after I didnât deny that I did.â
You look up to find Sana seething.
âIâm going to call Taehyung.â
Taehyung was one of Jiminâs best friends, and he was currently groveling at Sanaâs feet trying to be with her. Though she likes him, she wants to make him work for it just to see if heâll lose interest, even though you know itâd kill her if he actually did.
âWhy?â
âTo break it off with him in solidarity.â
âWhat?!â You asked incredulously. âNo, absolutely not. Taehyung is a good guy. You donât need to do that for me.â
She regards you with a raised brow.
âAre you sure?â
You find yourself nodding. âKinda need some roomie time right now.â Your eyes fall to her studying materials. âBut if youâre too busy, I ââ
âNope. Letâs go.â
You laugh joyously as she begins to put her things away, and you make for the small fridge in your room where your sweet treats are held.
Maybe things are going to be okay.

The next week is like a living hell.
Youâve basically made it your lifeâs mission to avoid Jimin as much as possible. You had already blocked him after a few encouraging words from Sana.
She still ended up calling Taehyung in the end, putting him in the dog house until his friend got his shit together. You could almost hear his pout as he begged her not to. She hung up on him.
The weather was nice, with early spring wandering around, you could finally start to wear flowier clothing, as well as study outside again.
Your head is so immersed in your book that you donât see someone approach your table until a finger gently breaches your line of vision and taps the page.
You startle a bit and look up, and you're greeted by Namjoonâs sheepish face.
âSorry, I didnât know another way to get your attention, you looked really focused.â
âThatâs sweet, but itâs okay. You couldâve interrupted me.â He gestures to the seat across from yours. âCan I sit?â
âYeah, yeah! Go ahead!â You begin clearing things out of his way, and he smiles gratefully.
âI didnât see you again after you left.â With that guy, is whatâs unspoken, but you caught it anyways. âYeah⊠uh â something came up, so I had to leave early.
His mouth forms an âoâ shape and he nods. âI see.â
âYeah.â You grimace.
âWell I ââ Namjoon swallows nervously. âI wasnât able to tell you, but I think youâre beautiful.â
Your eyes widen. âOh.â You breathe in surprise, and the man visibly deflates. âUnless that guy was your boyfriend, then Iâm sorry! Oh, God, I should have asked first.â
âNo, no! Heâs not my boyfriend.â You reassure him. ââM surprised, is all; and very, very flattered.â
You know you should reject his advances, but youâre hurt, and heâs just⊠so sweet. A complete contrast to Jimin, and you think heâs the change of pace that you needed.
âI think youâre handsome if that makes you feel any better.â The words feel wrong coming out of your mouth, but you grin nonetheless when his cheeks warm an admirable red.
âIâŠâ You meet each other's eyes, and look down at the same time, laughing shyly.
Maybe Namjoon could be good for you.

âYou look pathetic, man.â Taehyung speaks through a mouthful of instant ramen disgustingly.
Jimin hits him upside the back of his head, and the poor boy winces.
âOw!â
âDonât forget youâre in the dog house too, idiot.â Jungkook mumbles from his side of the table.
âSo what youâre telling me is that you want me to beat your ass?â
âIâm just saying.â He shrugs. âHyung fucked up, and now youâre being punished by association. No (y/n) means no Sana.â
Jungkookâs right.
Ever since that night, Jiminâs desperately been trying to forget about you, about how hurt you looked. He almost feels sick thinking about it.
He admits that he could have handled that situation a lot better, but it was like something had taken over him. As soon as heâd seen you with Namjoon, and how willing you looked, something inside him just⊠snapped.
âIâm just waiting for hyung to admit that he was jealous and go and fix it.â Taehyung says simply. âItâs obvious that heâs in love with her, and I have no idea why he wonât just go and tell her.â
âIâm not -â Jimin hissed, âIn love with her.â
âYeah man, you are.â
Jiminâs eyes narrowed, but his attention was stolen by your laugh.
You were laughing because of him.
You looked so sickeningly demure talking to him, wringing your fingers together and kicking out your legs as a nervous tick. You usually only ever did that when you were with him.
Jimin liked the effect that he had on you.
He liked how your eyelashes fluttered when he complimented you, how you held on to him when he fucked you, how you kissed him back like you meant it. Sure, your body was nice, but so was your personality.
You were kind, studious, selfless, and he wasnât sure what drew you to him the first night he had met you.
He thought that your hidden affections were all for him, but it proves that he was mistaken. Thatâs fine. You could be with anybody that you wanted to.
âJust not himâ Is supplied unhelpfully.
The thought shouldnât bother him as much as it does.
Itâs just⊠Jimin doesnât do the whole commitment thing. The last time he had a partner, it blew up in his face, so he just finds that casual one night stands was just the easier way to go.
But things between you and him were never casual to begin with, huh?
âListen,â Taehyung starts once more, and points his chopsticks at Jungkook. âJimin-hyung, he'll realize what he wants when itâs too late. Girls like (y/n) donât come around as often as they should.â Then, he dives back into his noodles.
Jiminâs eyebrows furrowed. Were they right?
He turns his head to look at them. âWas it ever casual between me and her?â He canât help but ask.
âNo.â
âAbsolutely not.â
âWow, okay.â
âI mean, you let her sleep in your bed, hyung.â Jungkook basically scoffs. âYouâve never let any of your hookups stay the night, or cuddle with you; yet somehow sheâs different.â
Different.
That was the key word here.
You were different.

The last few weeks with Namjoon have been nice.
The man was smart, and kind, and overall just a sweet, gentle giant that deserved everything in the world; but you knew deep down in your heart that you couldnât be the one to give him that.
You saw it in the way that he looked at you, starry-eyed on his worst day, and heart-eyed the best. You canât find it within yourself to feel flattered by it anymore, because you know that you donât deserve it.
You donât deserve his chivalry, his affection, and maybe - hopefully not - his love.
Youâre ashamed to say that this whole rebound business blew up in your face like you went ahead and personally strapped the bomb to yourself.
You didnât know how to tell him you didnât like him like that, just how you had no idea how to tell Jimin you loved him after months of sleeping with him; exactly how that fateful night you said yes instead of no.
The words on the pages in front of you bled together like a big blob of ink, and Namjoonâs large foot snuck over to yours under the table and trapped it playfully.
You tried not to allow the grin you gave him to look like a grimace, even as he acted like he was reading as well. You were sure both of your reasons were entirely different.
You needed to put a stop to this, you needed to tell him you didnât see him that way and you just wanted to be friends.
âHey, Namjoon ââ
âDo you want to go on a date with me?â
âOf course.â
Fuck.
The look that Namjoon gave you was beaming, and you felt tears sting at the back of your eyelids.
You said yes to a date like the stupid, idiotic, selfish, terrible person you are.
Namjoon had offered to walk you back to your dorm after your study session was over, but you couldnât look at him anymore, the guilt crawling around in your stomach becoming something almost too much to handle.
âNo thanks, Nammy.â
âOkay.â He pouts a bit. âBut you be safe, alright?â
For the first time today, you gave him a true smile. âI will!â
The walk back to your dorm was slow, and heavy hearted, and you were so lost in your head, you couldnât see that you were about to walk into someone until their hand shot out and caught you.
âOh!â You squeaked, your head shooting up.
Your eyes widened at a very disgruntled looking Jimin.
He didnât look as put together as he used to; his black mullet ruffled out of place and his black leather jacket rather wrinkly.
â(y/n).â He spoke.
It had felt like forever since you heard his voice, and it took you everything in your power to not shut your eyes and bask in it.
You swallowed heavily. âI have nothing to say to you.â
âBut I do.â
âThatâs not how this works.â
â(y/n) please.â
You stare at him before huffing and crossing your arms. âFine.â
âThank you.â He breathes, and you finally notice how close you are, because you stumble back to finally put some space in between the two of you. If Jiminâs hurt by the action, he doesnât show it.
You hate how much that bothers you.
âI fucked up.â
âNo.â You instantly put a hand out to stop him. âYou donât get to say that to me.â
âWhat?â
âYou started this whole thing, Jimin! I⊠I admit that I do like you, and Iâve liked you for a long time, but you donât get to be the one to say you âfucked upâ and regret everything you did.â
âWhy not?â He asks, almost offended.
âBecause youâll never change!â
Jimin looks taken aback by your outburst.
âYouâll tell me youâre sorry, weâll fuck, and then itâll be this process all over again. You donât get to just do that! I need full commitment, and thatâs not something youâre able to give me.â
âPlus,â You continue, taking in a deep breath. âIâm seeing someone right now.â
Jimin fucking snorts.
âDonât tell me you have a date with the Namkim guy.â
âItâs Namjoon, and yes, I am. Heâs nice.â
âOh, is that it? Heâs just nice?â
âAnd⊠and heâs smart too!â You exclaim almost petulantly. âHe gives me flowers and tells me how much he likes me all the time, unlike you, whoâs so emotionally constipated that not even laxatives would be able to help you!â
âWha ââ Jimin laughs in disbelief. âExcuse me?â
âYou heard me! Iâm gonna go on a date with a guy who actually likes me!â
You straighten your tote bag on your shoulder and brace yourself, straightening your posture.
âNow if you excuse me, I have a date to plan for, and homework to do.â
âWhat? (y/n)! Come back, Iâm sorry!â
âNo!â

Youâre not going to lie and say you didnât replay your entire interaction with Jimin for the rest of the week.
There was something about talking to him that gave you the energy to get through class, the haunting realization that maybe he was worth a damn.
Wondering what would have happened if you had allowed him to apologize instead of cutting him off, of accepting his apology and allowing yourself to be with him in that way.
But you know, you know that if you were to go back to your old routine with him, itâd kill you. Itâd kill you to watch him flirt with other people, or watch him take them home.
You fiddled with the strap of your dress, staring at yourself in the mirror and feeling awkward at the fact that the material only looked good if you didnât wear a bra.
You were going to a restaurant with Namjoon; it was a nice, original first date idea. Youâd talk over food, and get along just fine!
Namjoon was a nice guy. He was sweet, and he wouldnât try to fuck you on the first date.
Oh, God, would he?
You really hope not.
âDamn girl.â Sana whistles from her spot on her bed. âYou look sexy! Youâre gonna blow that nerdâs socks off!â
âSana.â You warned. âBe nice! Heâs not a nerd. Heâs just studious.â
âSure. Every Philosophy major is studious.â She giggles to herself.
âOh! Do you think heâs a virgin?!â
âSana!â This time itâs a whine, but your arguing is interrupted by a couple knocks on the door.
âOh, God, itâs him!â You whisper in a panic.
You continue to mess with the front of your dress, pulling the hem up at the top to try and hide as much boobage as possible.
âStop!â Your roommate hisses. âYou look great!â
âYeah?â
âYeah! Now go!â
You waddle over to the door and pull it open, your heart melting at the sight of a good looking Namjoon in front of you.
His hair was tastefully rumpled, a button up shirt tucked into a pair of slacks that hugged his thighs deliciously.
Wow, you were really hogging this man for yourself.
There was another stab of guilt when his eyes fell on your figure and he swallowed, his cheeks painting themselves an adorable pink.
âW â wow, (y/n). You look amazing.â
âThanks.â You say shyly. âShould we go?â
âOh! Of course, of course!â
He offers you his arm and you take it.
The conversation between the two of you was kept light, even as you got into the Uber that he had paid for.
âI uh â I donât have my license.â Namjoon had sheepishly admitted to you one day.
He usually rode his bike to places, so you were surprised to see that he had splurged for today.
Shame burns in your gut once again.
(y/n): 0, Guilt and shame: the winner.
The restaurant was nice as you were led to your table, and very quiet.
You shuffled around in your seat, sheepishly ordering water as Namjoon looked over the menu.
âIâm so happy we're doing this.â Namjoon says after you get your drinks, and you sip on the freezing tap water.
âYeahâŠâ You speak after a few hefty gulps of your drink.
âI meant it when I said you looked gorgeous tonight.â
âAhâŠâ You fluster. âWhere did all this confidence come from?â
âIt comes from me wanting to ask you a question that youâll answer truthfully.â
Instantly your heart falls into your ass, because you know exactly whatâs coming.
âI might be a bit of a stick in the mud, but that doesnât mean Iâm blind, (y/n).â
âI can see that you havenât really been in any of⊠whatever we have going on. And Iâm not even going to lie, I donât even think weâve had anything to begin with.â
âWhat gave it away?â You ask with a grimace. âThat.â
âThat?â
âThat thing you do with your face when you lie.â
You blink at him in surprise.
âOh.â
âAnd youâve done it every single time Iâve tried to flirt or compliment you. Iâm surprised you even agreed to go out with me.â
âIâŠâ You feel like youâre going to throw up. âI swear I didnât mean to lead you on! Thereâs just been this thing, and I canât tell you what it is ââ
âYes you can.â
âPardon?â You ask in surprise.
âYou know exactly why you canât commit fully to this.â
âIâŠâ You deflate in your seat, fiddling with the napkin. âYouâre right.â
âItâs that guy, right? The one from the party?â
Namjoonâs words arenât hurt, judgemental, or angry, theyâre just factual. Like how he gets when he breaks down a piece of difficult text in one of his ancient little books he likes to read.
âI should start from the beginning shouldnât I?â
âWeâve got all night.â
So you do. You start from that night at the party, over how youâve felt these last few weeks, even as the food had come and gone, you two hadnât stopped talking.
You had refused to let him pay at the end of the night, and you literally almost had to fight him over splitting the bill.
âThis was supposed to be a date.â He speaks with a pout, and you just laugh.
You two worked well as friends, because you nudged his foot. âYah! We can go on another date soon, okay?â
He just laughs with a shake of his head.
When you guys leave, you offer to pay for your shared Uber when you spot someone you werenât expecting.
Jiminâs in the parking lot, leaning against his car and looking around. When his gaze lands on you, his slouched position straightens, and your heart stutters in your chest.
âThis guy is like the fucking boogeyman.â You murmur, and Namjoon laughs once more.
âI uh⊠may have sort of called him here.â
Your head whips around and you stare at him in betrayal. âWhat?!â
âListen. You and him have some shit to work out, and - bless your heart - we both know you donât have a backbone, so I think it would be better if you both fixed this, or ended it for good.â
You canât help but just stare at him. âWhere did you even get his number?â
âTaehyung. The poor manâs been practically begging me to leave you alone and let Jimin fix this because heâs been sexiled.â
You sigh, glancing over at a waiting Jimin whoâs watching you hopefully.
âYou wonât be here for solidarity, will you?â
âFor both our sakes, I think you know the answer to that.â
You swallow, turning your attention back to him. âI really am sorry about how everything went down between us. Youâre a great guy, and Iâm sure one day another person will be able to see that. Iâm sorry itâs not me.â
He shrugs his shoulders. âItâs alright, I need to worry about my studies anyways.â
You smile sadly at him, and he just chuckles and shakes his head, pulling you into his warm embrace.
âI mean it (y/n),â He starts when you separate, âItâs okay, but you need to go, because Jimin looks like heâs about to throttle me, and Iâm not really interested in fighting someone tonight. I have a test in the morning.â
Your smile is a little less sad this time, and he waves you off.
The walk to Jimin feels like a walk to doom; itâs silent, tense, and youâre unsure about where youâll end up at the end of the night.
âHi.â You breathe awkwardly. You grasp onto your clutch purse like a lifeline.
âHey.â
âUhâŠâ You begin, but Jimin just sighs, opening the passenger door, and gesturing for you to get in. âWe need to talk.â
Your shoulders deflate. âAlright.â
Even though he said you needed to talk, the car ride is silent, even as you watch yourself being pulled into a parking lot, the man stopping and turning his car off.
âSo, are you going to let me speak this time, or are you just going to cut me off again?â
You scowl. âIs that really how you want to start this conversation?â
âNo, no, fuck Iâm sorry. Iâm already fucking it up.â His hands grip the steering wheel, twisting them around nervously.
âIâm not used to this.â
âUsed to what?â
âDating, feelings, that kind of thing. And I thought that if I hurt you, and never had to see you again, that those things would just go away, but they didnât.â
He slumps back in his seat, casting his gaze out the window before turning his attention towards you.
âWhen I saw you with him ââ
âNamjoon.â
âYes,â He all but hisses, âWith Namjoon, I felt sick to my stomach. Like something was wrong, like he was taking something from me.â
âBut I was never yours to begin with.â
âYeah,â He sighs. âI know, and thatâs the issue.â
âYou were right about me being an asshole, because I was. I projected all of my weird, little possessive feelings onto you and totally flipped out when I should have just talked to you.â
âBut instead I pushed you away, said things I didnât mean, and you still went with that guy, and I felt horrible.â Jimin hesitantly reaches out a hand â an olive branch of sorts â and waits for you to take it.
He hopes you take it.
You look at him and back down to his hand, before lifting yours and intertwining your fingers.
âWhat are you trying to tell me, Jimin? Because⊠because if we do this friends-with-benefits bullshit again, I think itâll actually kill me.â
âI donât think I could handle that even if I tried.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean that seeing you with the other people that aren't me makes me feel sick to my stomach, and Iâd rather have you all to myself like the nasty, greedy bastard I am.â
âLike a boyfriend.â
Jimin finally smiles.
That beautiful, eye closing smile that makes your heart skip a beat too many.
âYeah, (y/n), like a boyfriend.â
âDoes that make me your girlfriend?â
âI would sure hope so.â
You grin as well, happiness painting over your features as you watch him.
âWhat does this mean for us now?â He leans forward into your space, and this time you donât move back, just gazing up at him with wide, curious eyes. âThis means that youâll hopefully let me kiss you.â
âWell lucky for you, Iâm feeling nice tonight.â
He snorts and rolls his eyes, yet connects your lips together. Your eyelids flutter shut.
Euphoria. Thatâs the only feeling you could describe after feeling the plushness of his mouth after so long. Itâs felt like centuries since youâve touched him, and every nerve in your body lights aflame.
You tangle your fingers in his hair, and his hands cup your jaw, tugging you to him over the center console.
âI canât go that far.â You pant with a chuckle, and he huffs a small smile.
âBackseat?â
âPlease donât tell me you want to have makeup sex in the backseat of your car in the middle of the park.â
âYou want to have makeup sex?â His eyes glimmer. Itâs your turn to snort. âI thought that was obvious.â
âThen no, we're absolutely not doing that here.â
âThen letâs get out of here.â
âYes maâam.â

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BTS FIC RECS PART 4.1
Part 4.1 of some of my favourite BTS fanfics. Please do consider liking, reblogging and/or commenting on the fics you like. There are so many wonderful and amazing authors out there who do not get the recognition they deserve. So please send them lots of love to keep them going. If you're on here, then know I enjoyed every second of reading your story âĄ
There will be two parts 4 as it's (sadly?) too long to be saved under one post. Stay tuned for part 5, joon recs will be added!
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âč Merry Kinkmas - part 02 Enemies to lovers au au | s | @bebejungkook ⣠You find out who your secret Santa was but his gift was a little too personal.
âč In Your Arms Tonight College au | s, f | @angelguk ⣠âIâm Team I Would Like To Be Fucked Tonight.â You stated, blatantly ignoring the stink eye he shot your way. âBut clearly thatâs not on our agenda. Have you ever seen Vampires Suck?â
âč Baecation Richboy!jk au | s, f | @1kook ⣠âLose the top, or lose the right to present yourself in any low back gown for the next three months.â He truly knew the way to your heart.
âč Act Of Falling Fuckboy!jk au | s, f , a | @kooktrash ⣠What was supposed to be a meaningless fling has turned into much more before you both realized you were falling. Now all you can do is hope that all the challenges youâve faced are worth something.
âč Candles & Flames Royal AU | s, f, a | @taegularities ⣠He wasnât supposed to be yours. His foolery wasnât supposed to target you. This wasnât supposed to happen.
âč Distractions Practice couple au | s, f | @chryblossomjjk ⣠Jungkook agreed to let you do his makeup, but he can't stop getting distracted.
âč Naughty Boy Step siblings au | s | @scribblemetae ⣠Reader is older step sister that knows he has a crush on her/yandere tendencies & she teases him until one day he gives in.
âč When It Feels Right (read part 1 first) Divorce au | a, f | @7deadlysinsfics ⣠Although Jungkook is struggling with the decision he made months ago, he still thinks it was the best thing he couldâve done for your safety. But he isnât doing well, and his friends are worried about him and how heâs choosing to deal with his feelings. Meanwhile, youâre now living with your brother, his wife, and their ten-month-old daughter, who has helped bring some light into your life. Just as you decide to tell Jungkook the truth about your pregnancy, he appears at your brotherâs house with a truth of his own.
âč When She Loved Me Terminally Ill au | s, f, a | @jungkookstatts ⣠How does one live when life is bound to end?
âč your step brother fucking you in front of your parents Step siblings au | s | @aris-ink
âč Don't Blame Me (on-going) Single Dad au | s, f, a | @thvhoe ⣠Jungkook is known for his good looks and is often described by your friends as "daddy material." Funny enough, he actually was a daddy. The daddy of the baby girl you babysit every Saturday. Working as a nanny for the world's grumpiest single dad should have been easy, but you can't keep your eyes off him. He's handsome, a little arrogant, with broad shoulders and strong tattooed arms. And when he decides he can't keep his hands off of you. Who are you to resist?
âč Rolling Stone Idol au | s, f , a | @kooktrash ⣠He was a rolling stone with no ties to anyone or any place and thatâs how he and his fans liked it. Now heâs found you and itâs never been this hard to convince someone that heâll stay. The problem is neither of you know what it means to express yourselves without reverting to sex as a form to end discussion. It causes all hell to break loose when Jungkook realized if he wants you to stay for him [with him] then he needs to show it to you too. Can Jungkook and Y/n get past their own growing doubts on if what they feel is real and work out a way to be togetherâespecially considering Y/n wants nothing to do with the limelight?
âč The Ability To Fantom - part 02 (on-going) Brotherâs best friend au | a, f | @hanniwrites ⣠You are shocked when your friends reveal their theory: Jungkook, your brotherâs annoying best friend, has a crush on you. A bad one.
âč Torn Apart Infidelity au | s, a | @bethschamberoftales ⣠That one time when you caught your boyfriend cheating on you.
âč My Love Is Here (series) Unrequited love to requited | s, f, a | @solemnreads ⣠You didnât mean for it to happen. Itâs not like you purposely woke up one day and thought âHey Iâm going to fall in love with my best friend!â No, that is not at all what happened.

âč I'll Stop Tomorrow Friends with benefits AU | s, a | @dreamyjoons ⣠You know it has to end.
âč Just A Taste Spring break AU | s, f | @cutechim ⣠âYour lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like.â
âč Flat Tire Established relationship AU | s, f | @ppersonna ⣠How do you pass the time when youâre stuck on the side of the road with your boyfriend, with a flat tire?
âč One Mistake (on-going) Idol!Tae & Cheating AU | a | @vamours ⣠itâs been three years since you and Taehyung had started dating. recently, youâve started to notice changes in taehyungâs behavior towards you. with your four years anniversary only a few weeks away, youâve come to discover the truth.
âč Akrasia Strangers to? | s | @nitaescence ⣠Basically two strangers fucking in a crowded bus.
âč Stepdad Taehyung Step!father au | s | @aris-ink ⣠"He was not touching himself right beside you. No, that was not possible"

âč Rock Bottom Idol Jimin AU | s, f, a | @jkbabiey ⣠When, in a four-year marriage, you get to the point where you question its worth, you know thatâs your rock bottom. How many Iâm sorryâs will you handle? How many times are too many times?

âč What's Poppin Established relationship AU, | f, s | @joonberriess ⣠Yoongi being the type to buy you a chain cause if heâs pimped out, his girl gotta be too.
âč Foundation - Part 01, 02, 03 feat Yoongi Non-idol doctors AU | f , s, a | @hamsterclaw ⣠You know Jungkook is a fuckboy. So why are you letting him fuck with you? Featuring Yoongi.
âč Looks so refreshed Idol AU | s | @kimnjss ⣠Friends with benefits is hard, but when heâs an international superstar⊠Itâs much harder. So while you love his friends to death, spending the night holed up in his hotel room just sounds a lot more fun than a dinner party.
âč Friends (3TAN) Brother's best friend AU | f, s, a | @kithtaehyung ⣠The week you get with Yoongi has a few surprises. and one of them presents itself in the form of a phone call.
âč So it goes Friends with benefits (ish) AU | f , s | @prodagustd ⣠You and Yoongi have been hooking up, having dates and spending most of the week together for almost seven months. He was comfortable without a title, until the last two weeks, when you couldn't see him because of your busy schedule, Yoongi can't understand why he misses you so bad if your relationship is just sex to him. Or maybe he does, but he's too much of a coward to admit it..
âč Marry me, Yoongi Established relationship AU | f, s | @spideyjimin ⣠When Yoongi decides to get married in vegas after all the fanâs comments on the vlives.
âč Amour Propre Established relationship AU | a | @randombtsprincessa ⣠Crumbling Relationship with one Min Yoongi
âč Blind Spot Established relationship AU | f, a | @randombtsprincessa ⣠Yoongi tries to win you back.
âčYour Universe Rejection AU | f, a, s | @muniimyg ⣠Regretting rejecting oc, Min Yoongi goes through a circus load of gestures and tasks in attempt to be loved again
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